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the-widow-sisters · 2 years ago

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We’re Still Here

Summary: It is the anniversary-- the anniversary of the best day of Yelena's life. The day that Yelena's sister was brought back to her by some miracle, and the day that Natasha had felt like she had finally come home for the first time in over five years. And Yelena makes sure that they celebrate it in the place where it all began.

Word Count: 2444

A/N: WE MADE IT!!! The 200th fic for this series (it may end up switching order later, lol)!!! 😍😍😍😍 And a throwback to the first fic I ever wrote for these characters, lol 😂

Thank you guys so much for coming along on this wild journey with me 🥺�� I've been through bumps and highs and lows and overall have had so much fun here since I started writing. I just can't believe the reception that all of my fics have received and all of the love that you guys have had to give. I truly feel so blessed and so fortunate to have such an incredible audience. You guys are amazing, and I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you 💗💗💗 Thank you, and I hope to be here writing for a while longer 💞

Also, I'll try to get the last chapter up for "A First Time for Everything" super soon! Life stuff has been kicking my butt lately, but I'm doing my best to pull through, lol

Thank y'all for reading, and I hope you enjoy! Until the next fic!

“Take your blindfold off,” Yelena told her suddenly, her voice coming in from somewhere behind the redhead, and Natasha complied, pulling it down around her neck in one quick motion.

Natasha furrowed her brow as she took in the sight of the entire place. It was a pretty little grove in the woods, and as beautiful as it was, Natasha was completely puzzled. She had no idea where this place was, and she quickly found herself wondering why she was standing out here in the middle of nowhere.

Yelena had insisted on Natasha taking today off with absolutely no explanation as to why. Natasha had found herself amazingly not too busy, so she allowed herself to take a day off, curiosity filling her. She had wondered if Yelena might have wanted to have a day for just the both of them, cuddling and enjoying each other’s company.

However, she was quickly proven wrong when Yelena had walked them to the compound and told her to get into a jet before giving her a blindfold. She had insisted on absolutely no peeking, and as much as Natasha did not like having her eyes covered, she trusted Yelena entirely, so she was willing to sacrifice her sight for whatever Yelena had thought of now.

She had not even been afraid of Yelena pulling a prank. Something about the excitement in her eyes and the hope written in her face had disarmed Natasha’s suspicions.

“Not that way, poser, turn around,” Yelena fussed good-naturedly, interrupting her thoughts as she suddenly grabbed Natasha’s shoulders and shifted her around to face her. Natasha could not help a small chuckle despite her confusion and Yelena moved to the side to allow Natasha to see what was behind her.

To her shock, it was a picnic, and Natasha found herself utterly baffled and dumbfounded.

“Surprise!” Yelena cried, and Natasha just blankly looked down at the blanket, basket, and food before her. Yelena’s face was lit up with nothing but the utmost excitement, her eyes practically glowing with love as she eyed Natasha. Natasha was honestly not entirely certain of what to say.

She was completely unsure of what the significance of this entire thing was.

However, given Yelena’s slightly falling face, she knew she was going to have to at least pretend to know until she could more fully discern the reasoning behind it.

“This is… This is absolutely amazing,” Natasha expressed, meaning every word despite not knowing the reason. She was truly deeply touched by Yelena’s effort even if she did not understand it, and she felt nothing but the utmost fondness swelling in her chest as she thought of how sweet that her baby sister was.

Yelena puffed up with pride despite the fact that her gaze lingered on Natasha as she doubtlessly tried to understand why Natasha had paused. Natasha tried to keep the loving smile on her face, and Yelena quickly let it go for at least a moment, moving to the basket as she gestured to it and the things, starting her excited explanation of all of the actual cooking she had apparently done.

“I brought several peanut butter sandwiches for you, and some macaroni for me, and I cooked it all. And do not start. I know what you are going to say. ‘Peanut butter sandwiches is not cooking,’ but guess what? I got in the kitchen and used actual ingredients, so it counts,” Yelena explained, continuing on as she rattled off the dessert and drinks that she had brought.

Most people did not get to see this side of her. The side that was so desperate for approval and the one that loved unconditionally and with all of her heart.

So often, they saw the snarky, sarcastic side that was so quick to come to the surface so often, but Natasha was one of the lucky ones. She got to see the soft side that was so utterly and quintessentially Yelena.

“What?” Yelena asked as she stopped her rambling, confused as she offered Natasha a onceover, and Natasha just shrugged, unable to help a small grin as she shook her head. Her baby sister was perfect despite how bumfuzzling she could be at times.

“Nothing,” Natasha told her, and Yelena just raised an eyebrow before grabbing a peanut butter sandwich and holding it out to her.

“Well, then, let’s eat,” Yelena told her, and Natasha moved to sit down on the blanket with Yelena, wasting no more time as she tried to keep up the act of knowing exactly what was happening.

Yelena pulled out the container of macaroni and cheese that she had brought with them, tearing into it as she happily ate it, and Natasha bit softly at her peanut butter sandwich as she continued to wrack her brain.

They sat in silence of a little while, Natasha just thinking it all through, and finally, Yelena looked at her for a moment, staring before finally speaking up.

“What’s bothering you?” Yelena asked, and Natasha looked at her, starting to take in a breath to deny it, but she could easily tell that Yelena could see through any of her excuses. Natasha’s feelings must have been showing on her face, and she honestly found herself shocked at her slip-up.

However, what would be completely imperceptible to most people was completely obvious to Yelena. Yelena was always able to detect Natasha’s deepest feelings, and while Yelena sometimes did not guess them immediately, she was able to understand it more quickly than anyone else that Natasha knew outside of Clint and sometimes Kate. It was one of the many benefits of their deep bond.

But sometimes Natasha did wish that she could not tell quite so easily.

“Nothing. It’s just… I guess I’m confused,” Natasha explained, hating to tell her, and Yelena furrowed her brow, just eyeing her as she waited for Natasha to clarify herself.

Natasha swallowed, despising the fact that she had somehow completely managed to miss the significance of this day when it was something apparently so crucial in their relationship. Natasha prided herself on remembering every anniversary and every milestone.

“What is all of this for?” Natasha finally brought herself to question, tilting her head just a little as she watched Yelena.

Yelena instantly seemed far more solemn, but that love was still shining in her eyes. She looked down, poking a little at the macaroni before her in the bowl, the cheese sticking to her fork as she subtly tried to fit the noodles over the prongs of her fork. Natasha instantly felt regret bubbling in her stomach, guilt gnawing at her about not being able to keep her forgetting a secret.

“It’s the anniversary,” Yelena explained, and Natasha gazed at her uncertainly, not sure what Yelena meant. It was not any birthdays or the anniversary of their time in Ohio. It was not even the anniversary of their reunion when they had taken down the Red Room.

She knew it had to have something to do with Ohio, though. Yelena had flown them all the way out here in the middle of the woods, and it was extremely familiar. She knew it looked like Ohio, and it actually suspiciously looked like it was somewhere in the forest not too far from where her grave had been.

Natasha just stared at her, hoping Yelena would explain as her mind raced to try to think of a potential reason. She honestly felt extremely ashamed of herself for forgetting something that was obviously this important to Yelena. Her stomach was falling to her feet, and she felt the guilt overwhelming her to an almost suffocating degree.

Yelena swallowed, still messing with her macaroni as she quite obviously tried to conjure the nerve to explain to Natasha. Perhaps not so much the nerve, but maybe more so the emotional stability.

Natasha resisted the urge to reach out and take her hand to offer reassurance, not sure what Yelena was thinking right now and honestly feeling too guilty to feel comfortable to do such things at this moment. She had forgotten something so utterly and deeply important to her baby sister, and she was wracked with torment despite not even knowing what that something was.

“I didn’t expect you to remember, but I just wanted to do this because it was something really important to me,” Yelena started, inhaling softly.

Natasha felt even more shame consuming her, horror within her for her negligence and her stupidity in forgetting.

“I brought us here to Ohio. Again. Because,” Yelena trailed off, trying to find the words as she shrugged a little, letting out a gentle breath.

“Well, because it’s the anniversary of the best day of my life,” Yelena admitted, looking up at Natasha at long last with tears in her eyes, and Natasha just stared at her, still slightly confused until it suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks.

She must have meant that day.

The very day that Natasha had brought herself to her gravestone in Ohio after being brought back to life by Steve returning the soul stone, hearing that it was a place that her baby sister supposedly frequented since Natasha’s death.

The very day that she had to talk Yelena down from trying to shoot her because she thought she was some sort of cruel imposter there to play with her emotions.

And the very day that she had held her baby sister in her arms so tightly and she had finally felt like she had truly come home for the first time in five years.

No one else had been able to give her that feeling. Not Clint, not Steve, not Tony, and not any of the others. Just Yelena. Wonderful, amazing, sweet, perfect Yelena.

Natasha swallowed hard, just staring at her, and Yelena looked back at her, nothing but the most adoration in her eyes as she gazed back at her. Natasha took in a sharp breath, hesitantly reaching out her hands as she extended them toward Yelena’s face.

Yelena moved forward instantly, gravitating toward her touch as she always did, and Natasha took her cheeks in her hands, softly touching her as she looked into those gorgeous honey greens. They held Natasha’s entire world in them, and sometimes just knowing how much love was in Yelena’s heart that was given to someone as undeserving as Natasha made the redhead feel like breaking into sobs.

“Vy - absolyutnoye sokrovishche. Ya obozhayu tebya vsem serdtsem,”1 Natasha expressed gently, nothing but the utmost love in her words as she expressed everything that she was feeling in the moment in the best words that she could possibly conjure.

There were so many other feelings, too, but she could not quite even begin to think of how to express all of them. The words she had uttered just then were the core of those feelings, so she stuck with those for at least right then.

Yelena’s eyes welled up with tears as she leaned heavily into Natasha’s grip, and Natasha moved her head forward, delivering a soft kiss to Yelena’s nose before pressing their foreheads together. Yelena leaned nearer as she used one arm to touch the ground and hold her up as she moved, and she used her other hand to softly touch Natasha’s neck, her fingers softly rubbing against Natasha’s baby hairs on her neck.

“Ya tebya lyublyu,”2 Yelena softly told her.

“Ya tozhe tebya lyublyu. Izvini, chto ne vspomnil chto-to stol' vazhnoye dlya tebya,”3 Natasha gently replied, mimicking Yelena’s tone albeit with more pain. Yelena shook her head in her grasp, negating Natasha’s guilt wordlessly. Natasha decided to shove it down for at least long enough to offer Yelena this affection, mentally putting a pin in it for later.

They were quiet for a moment more, Natasha rubbing her thumbs along the planes of Yelena’s cheekbones and Yelena gripping Natasha’s neck as she ran her thumb along the side of Natasha’s throat.

After a long moment, Natasha finally pulled back softly, and Yelena moved with her hands, whining just a little at the loss of contact. Natasha just raised an eyebrow, huffing softly as she looked at her gently.

“The mac and cheese is probably getting cold,” Natasha pointed out, and Yelena instantly looked down at her food, realizing that Natasha was likely correct. She hesitantly moved back to start eating the remainder of it.

“Y’know… Peanut butter sandwiches don’t get cold,” Natasha pointed out after a moment of silence. Yelena looked at her as if she had lost her mind, not knowing where Natasha was going with this.

“Well, yeah.”

“Because it’s not real cooking,” Natasha lightly teased, a smirk on her face as she purposefully messed with Yelena just a bit.

She wanted to try to bring a bit of a smile to her face after the emotions of a moment ago. She knew Yelena had meant for it to be a happy outing, so she wanted to try to bring the tone back to the original intentions.

Yelena instantly narrowed her eyes.

“It is totally real cooking!!! Look, you get out the bread, and that is a real ingredient. You get out the peanut butter, and that is also real,” Yelena started to explain vigorously and enthusiastically.

Natasha just huffed, unable to help her intense amusement as she watched her. However, as she continued to listen, she could not help but take in the sight of her and feel something far deeper and more emotional take over her rather than mirth.

The sight of Yelena in that adorable ponytail and with those chubby cheeks so animatedly describing and explaining all of these things to her as she argued her point made her heart swell in her chest and just the barest bit of tears come to her eyes. She was so lucky, and she did not know what in the world that she did to miraculously get this perfect thing in her life after all she had done, but she was going to selfishly hang onto it despite not deserving it.

“Natashka? What’s wrong?” Yelena spoke up, looking at her oddly, and Natasha tried to wipe a bit of the grin away from her face as well as make the happy tears disappear from her eyes.

“Nothing… You’re just amazing,” Natasha admitted, meeting her eyes once again. Yelena’s face softened and her eyes turned a little glassy as she eyed Natasha warmly. Natasha extended her hand, her palm up, and Yelena took it firmly, squeezing gently despite her hold on her.

This human in front of Natasha was her blessing, and Natasha would always be all hers.

(1) "You are an absolute treasure. I adore you with all of my heart."

(2) "I love you."

(3) "I love you, too. I'm sorry that I didn't remember something so important to you."

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sennamybeloved · 1 year ago

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want me like a wild thing.

safeshiptember day 1: first kiss.

▬▬ ship: mileena x phantom (s/i)

▬▬ warnings: none!

▬▬ author's note: y'all know how much i love writing prompts (and fall) this list by @/rhiatargoed-selfships is right up my alley! the reason i chose mileena for this prompt specifically is because of her lack of lips to kiss. that doesn't mean i can't make it work, though.

"My dearest Mileena, won't you sit with me a moment?" Despite the enormous anxiety that is bubbling within it, Phantom's voice still manages to be airy and inviting.

Mileena turns. Her sharp, bestial eyes stare down upon the vulpine. Once, she seemed like a predator to it; the perpetually bigger fish in an all-encompassing sea; the one to finally devour Phantom and put an end to whatever it was and could've been. However, everything about Mileena that it once found frightening, from her blood-stench to her rows of razor-sharp fangs, has since turned into a strange comfort.

"...Yes." Comes her hesitant answer, voice a quiet rasp against the back of her throat. It is so rare to see her so meek.

Mileena settles down beside Phantom. Leaves and fog swirl around them as they quietly gaze upon the canopy of leafless trees. It's a beautiful late-autumn evening.

And yet, the only thing Phantom can bring itself to look at is Mileena.

The blood, the fangs, the monstrous eyes, that raspy voice of hers. It's more than just a strange comfort, Phantom finds it all to be so beautiful.

It gazes at her quietly from where it sits. Its alabaster tail comes to furl around her, a silken caress that becomes a shield when paired with rising hackles and fearful eyes. She's beautiful. She isn't looking at Phantom, instead staring blanket into the trees, but she can certainly see it staring.

"You're beautiful," the words tumble out of its mouth before its head can think better of it.

Mileena shifts uncomfortably, and Phantom's heart aches with worry. Usually, she is receptive to praise; she thrives on it, as a once-rightful empress and a lesser-than to an empress. However, the more insistent Phantom gets about her beauty, the sadder she becomes.

After a moment that feels like an eternity, she speaks. "I am not."

Sorrow. It comes crashing into Phantom like a frigid wave, crushing them with the weight of a mountain. "You are," it responds, tentative but insistent. "You cannot say that every time I compliment you Mileena. Well, I suppose that you could, but please. Don't do that to yourself."

Usually, when Mileena rejects its affections, it'll simply drop the topic so as not to make her uncomfortable. But this time, something in its heart is apprising it of the need to pry. Even if it's uncomfortable for the both of them, at first.

Phantom was right to attend to that itch in the back of its skull, because Mileena's demeanor shifts near instantly. She's actually looking at it now, her eyes wide and her shoulders dropped. She manages to look surprised and touched, despite the permanent snarl that is etched into her face.

"You..." Phantom tries, but the words are escaping it. No, no—it was doing so well. It clears its throat, vulpine ears twitching anxiously. "Even if you don't look like..." like Kitana, "other human women, you still look beautiful. If not to yourself then, to me. You look beautiful to me."

There's a pause as Phantom studies the other's face for hints of a reaction, positive or negative, but it's inconclusive; all she does is stare.

"You don't have to find yourself beautiful, but please, give me a chance to show you that someone else can."

The thought then crosses Phantom's mind: how else could it possibly show that? It praises her, brings her gifts, assists her when it is needed, provides her with near-constant company at her demand. She wants it close, but not too close, for fear of it falling victim to lethal claws and sharp teeth.

But it wouldn't mind that. It'll take that risk and many more, if the reward is closing this goddamn distance.

Distance, distance... closing the distance.

"May I kiss you?" It blurts out; a final footnote.

First, there’s silence. And then, a harsh, bitter laugh escapes Mileena’s lips. “On this mouth? How will you manage?”

A strange cocktail of emotions swirls within Phantom. There’s shame, sadness, and most notably, determination. It narrows its eyes, its tail swishing in an agitated manner. Yes, on that mouth, it thinks definitely. Even if her teeth cut it’s lips.

“May I kiss you?” It repeats, more persistent this time.

Mileena falls silent again. Her posture relaxes, opening up and becoming more vulnerable. Her ginger-hued eyes grow soft. Her jaw works, razor-like jowls opening and closing slowly. She doesn’t quite know what to say.

So, Phantom reaches out and takes her hand. Slender fingers embrace leather and metal, claws and dried blood. It squeezes her hand, and she squeezes back. It is the only yes the woman can muster.

Phantom leans forward and presses its lips against the permanent snarl of her mouth. Sharp points of ivory press against soft, pillowy flesh. It hears and feels her inhale sharply, her body going taught like a bowstring. When Phantom finally withdraws, feeling quite pleased with itself, Mileena looks like a statue. A look of alarm and veneration is plastered upon her face. Her breathing slows, stops entirely, and then, a long, shaky sigh escapes her. She melts into Phantom's arms.

It doesn't know who closes the distance first, but in a matter of moments, they're tangled up in a warm embrace, and Phantom is breathing in the scent of Mileena's neck. Blood and steel.

"You're impossible," she admonishes, pointed nails clutching at Phantom's furred back.

It chuckles, a warm titter against her skin.

#cw body horror #cw scopophobia #<<< for the gif #* 🥩 / want me down to the marrow .#s/i: phantom #lotus writes #safeshiptember #self ship community #self insert x canon #yayayay

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ddullahan · 3 years ago

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Hello! I stumbled on your musicAU the other day and just wanted to say it blew me away. Your writing is clear, emotive, and when you insert lyrics they actually help to set the scene. The line "It’s everything Weiss loves about rock and punk suddenly thrown into a song with her words on Ruby's tongue." really spoke to the punk/rock fan in me. If that's not a declaration of love I don't know what is. Thanks for pulling me back into the rwby/whiterose moshpit. I can't wait to see where this goes!

HOMIE WELCOME BACK TO THE MOSHPIT THQNK YOU SO MUCH SGDGGDGSFSGS IM CRYING INYO MY CHEERIOS

#rwby #whiterose #rwby fanfiction #whiterose music au #y'all the reception has been wild #im fuckin blown away #the kindness is overwhelming T.T #thank you for reading!!

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undiscovered-horizon · 2 years ago

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Dark!Druig Headcanons

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I have finally watched Eternals and now I understand why y'all are so obsessed with this man because same

This is a concept that is neither new nor uncommon

But my God do I love it

So let's dive into it

You’re part of the commune, just living your best rustic cottagecore life without a care about the outside world

Goals tbh

And it’s a perfectly normal day when Druig takes notice of you

It’s not like you’ve just appeared, you were born there

Druig may have been looking but he wasn’t seeing

You’re just carrying a basket of produce, waving and smiling at the children running around

And it’s as if Arishem himself bitch slapped Druig

He eavesdrops on your thoughts and comes to the realization that you’re the personification of human virtues, without an ounce of vice

Druig is watching you from a distance like one watches a wild animal in its natural habitat, careful not to disturb it. He also begins to follow you around

And as much as he would like to show the humankind what it can be, a weird fear clouds his mind

What if the world corrupts you? What if your virtues are delicate enough to be devoured by the odiousness of darkest desires?

No, he can’t risk that

And with that thought, he approaches you for the very first time in an attempt to see if your words are as chaste as your image in his head

Ever since Druig quite clearly suggests that you should "surrender" yourself to his protection and live like you deserve

Pointing out the possible dangers lurking around and the fact that not all people have pure intentions and that he, and only he, could keep you safe and sound

The vision of the world he presents to you is definitely embellished for certain purposes

The proposition, although kind, is met with rejection: it’s not that you don’t like Druig or don't believe his words, you just like your simple, rustic life

It’s a very rewarding lifestyle, to know that your mangoes, rumberries, grapefruits and avocados feed the community you love and care about

Man I love fruit

Besides, Druig has done so much for you, your family and the entire community. He would have no reason to deceive you, would he?

Druig's not keen on negotiations

I mean, you are just a human after all, right? He’s a timeless space being, he probably knows better

You’ll love staying by his side! You just don’t know it yet

So the next bit you’ve, kind of, brought unto yourself. Until you see reason, Druig doesn’t have many options, does he?

He starts off with more subtle things like mind-controlling everyone into alienating you

There are two reasons for that: 1) he doesn't want to risk anyone tainting your kindness and gentleness, and 2) if no one engages in a relationship with you, the loneliness will bring you straight to him

Yes, the idea of being your savior has been occupying his mind for quite some time

Your friends don't have the time to talk to you, some people start to completely ignore you, and your family is genuinely disinterested in you

He fights with his own thoughts about whether he should plant a seed of dislike in your head towards those around you: sure, it would make this whole ordeal easier for him but wouldn't it be a speck of dirt on your otherwise chaste spirit? In the end, he settles for unwavering ambivalence

Druig knows he's breaking your heart, he hears it in your thoughts, but it's a step towards the greater good: sometimes you have to lose first to win later.

So don't be surprised when you wake up one day to a thought in your head that maybe venturing alone into the woods isn't a good idea and that maybe you should stop by Druig's and see how he's doing

But it's rude to show up at someone's house empty-handed, so you bring some fruit with you

Druig definitely got you to hand-feed him grapes or berries

Depending on how receptive you are to his coercion, he might put himself into your dreams

Especially if you're having a nightmare, "saving" you from whatever's bringing you woe

He could, of course, plant an entirely new dream into your head but where's the fun in that? Druig plays his cards well

Even if consciously you know it's just a dream and none of it is real, you can't help your subconscious mind being more drawn towards Druig - just the way he planned everything

In all honesty, it would be less than child's play to make you devoted to him but such a scenario can't quite satisfy the itch inside him. He longs for you to choose to be by his side like a game he plays to win and although he does cheat in this game, the win is a lot less satisfying when the game is rigged to your favor __________ @restingbitchsblog

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vivifrage · 3 years ago

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(Hey y'all look! It's Judge! AU Judge where unfortunate things happen to her. It was either her or Erlwyn today so tbh her either way. And I guess technically Erlwyn is involved here.)

7: Helplessness

Her jailers cringe away when she slams herself against her cage and growls, mandibles flexing into the metal edges of the muzzle they'd strapped onto her. Her fury stares back at her, reflected from their own eyes alongside the firelight from the camp they've made, and she snarls again, drawing it up from deep in her chest. Her tail lashes, chitin clacking on metal bars.

They've made her into nothing but a wild animal again. A furious, raging, hungry creature, driven by little more than instinct. The Judge is well acquainted with this side of herself, but she had adjusted to the safety and freedom of civilization, where she didn't need to fight for every meal or treat everyone as a potential enemy.

How very wrong of her to permit that.

She falls back into a sit, panting hard. Her belly takes up most of her lap, and she swears the eggs are pressing against her lungs and shorting her of breath. Shifting her weight doesn't do much to lessen the discomfort, and bile rises in her throat.

It's taken her so long. So very, very long to find a place where she thought she could keep her children safe. Somewhere nobody would steal them away or slaughter them while they were still young and, compared to an adult wyrm, helpless.

They gave her little more than scraps to eat, though she had been sure to get every last fleck of food she could, even with the muzzle in the way. She exhales hard and leans back against the cage, trying to get at least some of the weight off. And she only moves to rest one hand on her belly, but with her wrists bound, both hands end up cupping it.

They're why she's here. Why she was working on a nest in the first place, where they found her alone and cornered her in what should have been her safe haven. They're why she lost to her captors, her energy sapped to the point she couldn't even find it in her to use perhaps a wyrm's greatest weapon: foresight.

But at the same time, she's waited so long, put in so much effort just to create the conditions for them to exist. And now, between the stress, near-starvation, and whatever else her captors do to her, she might lose them all.

The thought has her heart in her throat and tears in her eyes. She forces her breaths level, drawing them in deep and slow so nobody hears how choked she's become.

For better or for worse, she'll survive. But they're half-mortal. And if her body forces them out now, they're gone.

She gathers up her tired strength, the sullen will, and squeezes the last bit out of them. Everything she could, concentrated into a fraction of the wishes gods make, to create lush landscapes and spring forth new species.

It's all she has. It might not be enough to faze another god, not even one as receptive to her magic and presence as her brother. She's never had to wish him a vision among his usual snatches of intuition and gut feelings. She doesn't know if a vision will serve him any better than they have.

And she hears her captors whisper a name. A word-name, the sort of thing only Higher Beings and particularly egotistical mortals take. She's not sure if they thought she ruled her territory alone, but either way, they've now gotten her out of the way for someone else to invade. Her brother is the people's last chance at surviving the onslaught.

She doesn't have enough to wish for something as grand as safety. Warping the world like that is far beyond the droplet of a wish she has.

She presses it instead into her own physical form, lets it sink in deep. Maybe it's selfish, or downright foolish, to wish for them to survive, for her body to hold out a little longer. Even as it settles in her heart drops; she has just consigned herself to grow weaker by the day and yet at the same time more burdened.

Maybe she could have wished herself the strength to break free, and let luck and skill try to get her back home without being captured again. But there is nothing left of her beyond a haggard, flesh-and-blood body bound to its own offspring.

She still cannot guarantee their survival. She doesn't know what her captors will do with a clutch of half-wyrm hatchlings. Or what they'll do with her at all. They speak of money when they don't speak a god's name - nobody who would pay for a wyrm dame will want her healthy with a clutch to raise.

It's no longer up to her. There is nothing more she can do besides bide her time and hope against hope that, by some miracle not of her making, she will be safe some day.

Before it's too late.

#whumptober2021 #No.7 #Helplessness #hollow knight #Kidnapping tw #Child death tw #Jaxx writes

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liibrii · 4 years ago

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Yours, tonight

continuation of Forbidden

timeskip!Akagi x fem!reader

Genre: the legendary and there was only one bed. a true classic. y'all know already how this is gonna end. smut with very little plot. explicit, 18+

Warnings: badly written smut, other than that none.

wc: 2.6k

a/n: writing this fic made me realise how awkward all synonyms for boobs sound. this is my first smut so ya know. keep that in mind when casting judgement. as always feedback is greatly appreciated!

'Winds of fate are cruel. They blow and turn your life around and always hit where it hurts most.' Whoever said those words must have had about as much luck as you.

“Gather round!! Arata, what did I say about vendin' machines?!“ Akagi calls out.

Of all the teachers it has to be Akagi you got partnered up with for this field trip. He doesn't seem to mind nearly as much as you do. His carefree smile is as wide and bright as always.

His completely normal acting around you stings, mainly because your cheeks heat up every time he's around. Ever since he kissed you all those weeks ago you feel like a teenager with the biggest crush in his presence and to be completely honest; it’s embarrassing.

Students head for their rooms and after you finish helping them settle down you finally head to yours. The door clicks open when you slide your room card and you shuffle awkwardly through it. When you enter and see who your roommate is you drop the bag.

“Oh,“ is all you manage to utter.

Seeing you makes all colour drain from Akagi's face.

“I, I think I got the wrong room,“ you say after a few very uncomfortable moments of silence.

You didn't. Slight panic starts to take over. No, no, this can't be happening. You doubt you can stand to spend three nights in the same room as him without doing something incredibly foolish.

You hurry down to the reception but no matter how hard you try to convince the lady you need one more room you return empty handed.

“So I guess we're stuck together,“ nervously chuckles Akagi.

You want to punch someone. Preferably whoever messed up the number of teachers coming on this trip. The room is so small it's hard to stay out of each other's personal space. After seeing there is only one bed you're on the verge of grabbing a pillow and sleeping in the hallway.

“I'll sleep on the floor,“ offers Akagi.

“Where exactly?“ you ask with more irritation in your voice than intended. “There's barely enough space for our bags.“

You end up dividing the bed with some sheets and extra pillows. Akagi jokes it's almost like building a pillow fort. If you weren't a sack of irritated nerves you'd laugh and agree.

You take much longer preparing for bed than you need. Despite being exhausted you aren't looking forward to climbing under covers. Being so close to Akagi is nerve wracking. Even with blankets and pillows between you you still smell his shampoo.

“Hey, y/n, whaddaja think, should we give kids more free time tomorrow?”

How can he be so calm? “What's the plan like?”

“Museum in Nara.“

“Maybe... I mean, majority of them won't find it very exciting anyway. How much longer are we talking?“

Akagi shrugs. “An hour.“

You think it over. “Sounds good,“ you agree. “Let them run wild in the park with the deer. At least we won't have to worry they'd run in the street.“

“They could get attacked by the deer though,“ chuckles Akagi.

“But it won't be our fault.“

He looks over at you. “I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one here.“ You roll your eyes. “Well Arata will like it. Did ya know he wants to be a zookeeper?“

You readjust the pillow to make yourself comfortable. “No, no I didn't.“

Akagi tells you about the career plans students have told him about. A warmth spreads through you, thinking how nice it is to hear they trust Akagi with their dreams.

“-He’d known he wants to be a university professor since he was 7! Can ya believe? When I was his age I wanted to join circus. What?“ he looks over at you when you fail to hold back a giggle.

“Nothing.“ The picture of Akagi in circus is just too funny. And kind of adorable. “What did you want to be? Clown?“

“Knife thrower.“ His face lights up when you laugh again.

“Let me guess, your parents disapproved so you had to choose a different career?“

“Found another love when I started playin' volleyball. Before high school I even wanted to go pro.“

“Why didn't you?“

He shrugs. “Wasn't good enough. What about ya?“

You have to think a little. It has been a long time since you've thought about your childhood dreams.

His eyes trail over your face when you speak. “Mhm, can see ya.“ He pauses. “Kind of.“

You smack him with a pillow. “What's that supposed to mean?!“

With Akagi's laughter echoing in the room you can't stop a smile creeping on your face. You turn away and burry your face in the pillow. “Goodnight Akagi.“

He turns the lights off. “Night.“

The next morning you wake up before alarm rings. Akagi's still deep asleep, tightly hugging a pillow. In the faint morning sun coming through the window he looks so peaceful. And kind of cute. Despite the snoring. You get ready and leave the room before he wakes.

During the day you try your best to keep your distance but your efforts do nothing to stop Akagi from circling and annoying you throughout the day. In the crowd at the museum he sticks close, his hand grazing yours when you pass each other. When the time for a break comes and you head outside he trips you just so he can catch you in his arms. For heaven's sake, he's being more childish than the students you're supposed to be looking after.

For the third time that day you grab his hand before he manages to tickle you. “Stop that.“

“Stop what?“ he innocently asks but the grin on his face is anything but innocent.

You glance around, making sure students have already scattered throughout the park. You step away from Akagi seeing one of your teacher colleagues is still nearby. Luckily her back is turned. “We could get in trouble.“

“Over what?“ The innocent look in his eyes could as well belong to a toddler asking for candy. “Besides, I like trouble,“ he winks before walking away.

By the time you return to your accommodation it's already evening. Just the thought of being in the same room as Akagi makes your heart pound. He leaves the room when you take a shower, saying he'll check up on the students in the mean time, and you're thankful for this little act of mercy.

You're not sure how much of his teasing you can take before you wipe away that mischievous grin of his. With a slap or a kiss, you have yet to decide.

You make yourself comfortable on the bed. You pay a lot more attention to the schedule for tomorrow than usual. Mostly because it's Akagi's turn to shower and you're trying to keep inappropriate thoughts out of your mind.

At least he has the decency to come out wearing a shirt. He dries his hair with a towel and stretches his neck. “These pillows are just so weird, dontcha think? It's been hurtin' the entire day.“

You don't look up from the schedule. “Maybe you just don't know how to sleep.“ He playfully smacks you with a towel. “Come here,“ you pat the mattress beside you.

Akagi sits down. When your fingers touch his neck he freezes for a mere second before relaxing. You press the sore muscles of his shoulders, running your fingers to the back of his neck.

“You have so many knots,“ you notice.

He chuckles. “First field trip. It's more stressful than I expected.“

You rub circles down his back and focus on the particularly stubborn knot just below his left shoulder. The muscles under the thin fabric of his shirt are pliant beneath your fingers.

He hums contently and leans closer into your touch before freezing and sitting up straight as if he just remembered there's a line he's not allowed to cross. His smell is intoxicating. You move back to massaging his neck. Tips of his hair is still wet from the shower.

“Better?“ Something is telling you you're on thin ice.

Akagi turns to face you. Brilliant smile on his face makes your heart skip a beat. “Much better. Thanks!“

Only now you become aware of just how close he's sitting. You can feel the warmth radiating form his body. Ah, fuck should've listened to that small voice telling you this was a bad idea.

You kiss him.

When you pull away he's beaming. Before you can speak he pulls you into another kiss, his hands slowly move up and down your back. “Knew ya wouldn't be able to resist for long,“ he smirks.

You’ve crossed the line already. So what damage would it be taking one more step? You climb in his lap and run your fingers through his damp hair. His lips feel perfect against yours. You can’t seem to get enough. One more, you tell yourself, just one more. When he pulls away you drag your teeth along his jaw, just testing the waters. He carefully lowers you on the bed and moves to plant sloppy kisses on your neck. His hands roam down your sides and slip under your shirt, making you shiver.

Akagi gently nips at the skin under your ear. “Stop, no marks.“

He plants a soft kiss on the reddening patch. “Sorry,“ he murmurs.

“We could get in trouble.“

In response he grinds against you. “Told ya I like trouble.“

He slides his tongue past your lips. His touch makes your head spin and a knee pressing to your core isn't helping. It’s embarrassing how eagerly you grind against him.

“Listen,“ he pants, “I know we shouldn't...“ You put your hand on his flushed cheek then brush your lips against his again. “I want ya,“ he mumbles against your lips, “I want ya so bad. Even if it's just tonight.“

Your stomach flips. “Just tonight,“ you breathe.

When you kiss him deeper and drag your tongue against his he trembles. You fiddle with the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head. Without a warning he pins you underneath him, grinding his already noticeable bulge against your throbbing core. The moan he draws from you is almost shameful. Not that you care since you're far too preoccupied with helping him get you out of your clothes.

The way his eyes darken at the sight of your naked body makes you flush even harder and you bashfully try to cover yourself. He grabs your wrists. “Hey. What are ya tryin' to hide for love?“

His hands wander over your arms. He trails kisses down between your breasts and nips at the skin of your abdomen. When you squeal and playfully smack his head away he grins wider and presses a soft kiss over your naval before moving lower.

He takes his time kissing and nipping at the skin of your tights. As good as it feels you wish he'd just fuck you already.

The way his eyes glisten when he drags his fingers between your wet folds sets you on fire. You can barely hold back a whimper which only becomes harder when he parts them and latches on your clit. He's sloppy, his tongue lapping in quick circles, his fingers digging into the flesh of your tights. You buck hips against him wanting more. “Michi.“ His name is a whimpering plea.

Fingers replace his tongue, rubbing soothing circles that only make the knot in your stomach tighter. “I got ya love. Just relax and enjoy.“

He sinks his teeth into your inner tight, making you yelp in surprise, then laps his tongue over it in soothing circles. You know it will leave a mark. His fingers slide from your clit to your entrance, slowly sliding one finger inside. He observes every shift of your body. He returns to giving attention to your swollen bud and it isn't long before you feel orgasm building. You grab on the sheets. His pumping fingers graze your sweet spot just enough to make you see stars. It's hard holding back moans as the waves of pleasure wash over you. When your orgasm hits you clamp a hand over your mouth, trembling and clenching around his fingers.

He presses soft kisses all over your body while you come down from your high. “Ready?“ he asks once you've caught your breath. You nod.

He climbs off to grab a packet of condoms from his bag.

“Did you bring them with you?“ you half joke.

“Nah. Bought them yesterday. Just in case,“ he winks.

You can't help but laugh. His hair is a mess and the blush on his face makes him even more adorable than usual.

He lets you put the condom on and digs his fingers in your shoulder when you slowly stroke him. You peck his parted lips. He’s panting and you almost can’t believe the lust in his hooded eyes is all for you. He pushes you on your back and lines himself up with your entrance. He holds your hand while he slowly pushes in you, giving you all the time to adjust to his length.

A string of breathy curses fall from his lips. “Fuck y/n yer so hot, fuck, finally-“

The way he fits inside you makes your head spin and the fast, relentless pace he picks up isn't helping either. He leaves messy, wet open mouth kisses down your neck and chest. “Slow down Michi, slow down.“ Slow down, this is the only night we got.

“Shh,“ he presses his hand over your lips, “we can't have them hear ya, right?“ He kisses your forehead and slows so you can catch your breath. His hand slips in yours, pinning it above your head, fingers tightly intertwined with his. His lips brush over your cheek. His skin burns against yours. Each of his slow thrusts pulls a moan from you that gets muffled by his hand.

Akagi stops and sits back on his heels. He's covered with a sheen of sweat, his chest heaving. He runs his hand through the mess you've made of his hair in an attempt to compose himself. His fingers brush over your nipples, down your stomach. Then he hooks his arm under your leg and gently pushes it towards your torso. He moves the hand from your lips to cup your flushed face. “Be good and quiet for me, yeah?” His finger brushes over your lower lip and you nod.

The new position makes him reach even deeper. You clasp shaking hands over your mouth when he hits your sweet spot. He notices your reaction, thrusting again and again in the exact same spot. His fingers find their way back to your clit, rubbing frantic circles and it isn't long before the pool of heat in your abdomen bursts. Akagi's fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady as he thrusts faster, helping you through your high.

His lips meet yours again, hungry and almost desperate. In the darkness of the night they muffle his whimpers as he comes closer and closer to the edge, you feel him shudder and inhale sharply every time you clench around him. He hides his face in the crook of your neck, picking up a much faster pace.

Your nails dig in his back, he's reaching so deep and it feels like heaven and you don't want him to stop. A thrust more and he comes, biting your shoulder to hide his loud moan.

For a moment there's only the sound of your panting. Akagi lifts himself on shaking arms to kiss you. Softly. On your lips and your cheek. He caresses your jaw, peppering kisses all over your face.

“One more?“ you murmur.

He kisses your nose. “I was hopin' you'd ask.“

Just tonight, you think to yourself, just tonight he's yours.

#akagi x reader #akagi smut #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #akagi michinari x reader #inarizaki x reader #akagi michinari smut #inarizaki smut #libri scribbles #akagi michinari #spicy

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tarisilmarwen · 5 years ago

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RobStar Valentine’s Weekend Day 2 - Date Night

(This one was fun.)

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Her orange feet slipped into golden sandals. Starfire wobbled a moment, adjusting to the heels, then leaned down and did up the straps.

She straightened when she was finished, giving herself a once-over in the mirror, turning this way and that in delight.

There. She looked perfect.

Giggling, she grabbed up her clutch purse, her T-communicator tucked safely inside (just in case), and floated towards the door.

***

"And you're sure there's no crime alerts?"

Cyborg groaned. "Man, for the hundredth time, there has not even been any loitering, littering, or jaywalking in the past seven hours. Y'all are good. Just go on your date," he grumbled.

Robin fidgeted with the knot of his tie, fixing its position, his eyes on the monitor display with a skeptical frown. "Excuse me if I'd just like to have an uninterrupted evening for once," he said, witheringly sour.

"I'm sure if anything does come up, Raven, BB and I can handle it," Cyborg assured him, waving the boy off with his hand.

Robin jerked at the knot with a bit more force than necessary, accidentally pulling it loose. He sighed in frustration, reaching up to fix it. "Knowing our luck it'll happen right outside the restaurant," he muttered.

"We do kinda have uncanny timing," Beast Boy put in, from where he was watching upside-down, head hung over the edge of the couch and feet dangling off its back.

"Not helping, B," Cyborg growled through his teeth.

Raven cleared her throat from behind them.

All three boys turned to see Starfire standing in the doorway, beaming, her silky white short-cropped dress matching her million-watt smile.

Robin's expression went quite dazed and it took a moment for him to find his voice.

"Wow..." he finally said.

She laughed behind her hand, blushing.

"Yeah yeah, Star's gorgeous and it makes you catatonic, can you guys just go already?" Beast Boy whined. He flipped himself upright, straining and failing to reach for the remote on the coffee table. "I'm missing the Treasures of the Barbaric Deep marathon for your stupid last-minute crime check."

Robin pointedly kicked the side of the couch as he passed it, sliding his arms into his jacket as he walked over to join Starfire.

"Shall we?" he said with a grin, offering her his arm.

She slipped her elbow through his and turned him towards the door.

As soon as the door hissed shut behind them, Raven stepped over to stand by Cyborg's shoulder.

"You know he's probably slipped his communicator into his back pocket," she said dryly.

"Don't worry," Cyborg assured her in a sing-song, beckoning for her to see something on the screen. "I went into the network masterframe and disabled the alerts on both their communicators. They'll have a nice chaos-free evening."

"We hope," Raven said, unconvinced. "Beast Boy has a point, we do tend to have abysmal luck whenever we try to go out and do something fun."

"C'mon Rae, who's gonna be tryna rob the Planetarium?"

She shrugged.

Cyborg rolled his chair back, switching off the computer. "Now then," he said, "I believe we had a marathon to watch."

***

The line for the ticket counter was longer than he'd expected, winding from the reception desk through the main lobby of the Worthington Planetarium and almost back to the glass-door entrance.

"I did not realize this event would be so popular," Starfire mused as she observed the crowd.

"Good thing I got our vouchers early," Robin said. He led Starfire to the Will-Call window off to the side, presenting the purchase proofs to the lady behind the glass, who scanned them, handed them their tickets and maps with a smile, and sent them off.

Now all they had to do was wait to get up to the front.

Starfire marveled around at the displays in the front lobby, as their line shuffled forward, the attendant behind the barrier letting groups in two or three at a time, so as not to crowd the enclosed space just through the door he stood by where the massive holoprojector--the first of its kind they were told--cast dozens of tiny images of stars and galaxies around the room.

Robin could catch a small glimpse of it from where they were, and it looked like it was going to be every bit as spectacular as advertised.

Then something caught his eye that made him frown. A furtive shadow, sneaking around the corners of the room. A figure heading for the Planetarium's normal exhibit halls. Robin squinted past the giant plasticine model of Jupiter and registered a green jumpsuit and large goggles perched on top of a bald head.

He smothered a groan.

Oh for the love of--Gizmo?! he thought in disbelief.

The little gremlin had better not be there to swipe the revolutionary holoprojector technology making this evening's event possible.

Gnashing his teeth, Robin made a quick decision.

"Hey, Star?" he said, slipping his arm out of hers. "Hold our place in line I need to step out to the bathroom for a moment."

She nodded with an affirmative, "Of course."

He smiled at her before stepping out of line, then walked as casually as he dared towards Hall A. No reason to make her suspect anything was up.

Once he was behind the model of Jupiter, Robin crouched down low and trotted quickly to catch up to the pint-size villain, who was fiddling with a hand-held sensor and cackling softly by the fire alarm on the wall. He hadn't pulled it yet, and he never got a chance to, as Robin snagged him by the collar, pulling him bodily off his feet and swinging him around to deposit him in a secluded corner.

"Gaaah!" the boy yiped as he flailed around in surprise, dropping gadgets to the floor. Gizmo squinted up at him, his sensor down loosely by his side. "Bird Boy?! What the hell are you doing here?"

"Could ask you the same thing," Robin said, taking his voice low and dangerous.

"None of your cludging business!" Gizmo snapped. Then his eyes widened as he got the full force of Robin's intimidating glare. "Uh... I mean... nice suit?" he stammered nervously.

Robin kept his eyes pinned on Gizmo, tranquil fury burning from every rigid line of his posture. "I'm going to make things very clear," he told Gizmo, his voice even but lined with anger. "I am on a date. We have been looking forward to this for a month. Starfire looks absolutely gorgeous. I have made plans for dinner and dancing and stargazing afterwards and I will not have you ruining this for me," he emphasized, his grip tightening on Gizmo's collar. "Am I understood?"

The boy gulped. "Crystal," he squeaked. Robin released him and he picked up a few of his dropped gadgets numbly. "I'll just... go back to the hideout now and... play video games all night.. or something," he muttered.

Robin grinned. "Glad we could come to an understanding."

He waited, watching with stern folded arms until Gizmo had exited through the side door, before turning around and rejoining his girlfriend in line.

"Is everything all right?" she asked in concern.

He swept up her hand and gave her palm a kiss. "Everything's good," he promised her.

***

The docu-show was already playing in the holoprojector room, on a continuous loop that, the attendant told them, would cycle through its program every forty-five minutes. A narrator intoned over the speakers as the holoimage danced and shifted, zooming on star clusters and constellations, taking the viewers on a journey through the Milky Way.

Starfire was absolutely delighted, reaching out to touch the glimmering floating images and marvel.

Robin thought the program was well put-together and very informative, and he had to admit the technology definitely enhanced the experience to awe-struck levels. They stayed for about an hour, just long enough to hear bits and pieces of narration they'd already listened to, then wandered the rest of the museum for another hour.

Dinner was pleasant and uneventful, and Starfire was warm as he held her in his arms, gently swaying back and forth to the music. It wound up getting too cloudy for stargazing but Starfire was adamant she'd had a beautiful evening, so they just decided to come home.

Robin checked his communicator with a frown, noticing it didn't seem to be synced properly. He fiddled with it a couple moments, then put it away, taking Starfire's hand as they headed for OPS.

"And the wild game platter--What did the waiter call it?"

"'The Huntsman's Treat'," Robin supplied.

Starfire nodded. "I enjoyed that the most! The quail was gamey but very well-seasoned. It reminded me of the Garbok birds on Selrik Pri--"

She cut off, eyes widening as they stepped through the door.

"X'hal!" she exclaimed.

She and Robin gaped at the frazzled conditions of their teammates. Cyborg was holding his right arm, his left leg missing from the knee down and loose sparks popping. Raven's cloak was disheveled, the clasp had broken and she was missing a shoe. Beast Boy's hair was sticking up and he looked singed from head to toe. All three of them were covered in a gelatinous green substance that was dripping on the carpet. A few chairs were overturned and the main screen blinked on and off with an all-clear message.

Cyborg was the first to recover from his paralysis, giving a nervous grin. "Hiiiiii Rob! Uh..."

"Did you enjoy your date?" Raven interrupted, staring at the couple with some desperate look in her eyes that pleaded for them to say, yes they did.

"Yeah, um..." Robin stammered, glancing around them room and seeing additional green glop coating the walls. "Yeah, it was great," he said absently.

"It was wonderful! Truly a lovely night!" Starfire assured them, her hands curling up by her chest in no small amount of concern.

"Good..." Beast Boy croaked, slumping over into the couch cushions with exhaustion. "Then all this was worth it..."

Starfire opened her mouth to ask a question but stopped when Robin tugged on her arm, pulling her back towards the hallway.

"Let's... ask them in the morning," he said, giving one last look around and then shaking his head as he led her out.

#robstar #robin #starfire #cyborg #beast boy #raven #Teen Titans #fanfiction #prompt fics #the squad ships it and take their jobs very seriously *nodnod*

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depressed-sugar-baby · 4 years ago

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Ok so I was think y'all might want to know where to read some of the best yoai manga and such, I also have some recommendations

Here u are-

Receptioning the newcomers is a task for YuYang, and he ends up helping the unsociable and towering LiHuan, the kind of person that does everything to be disliked. But after better knowing each other, he discovers that the giant isn't that bad of a person at all...

🔞Make me bark-

Sungjoon's not doing great, but life is looking up. His job at the convenience store pays enough for him to afford his own place. A tiny, smelly, and laughably cheap place, but he loves it. He loves it right up until he walks home and finds it on fire.

Unfortunately, things get worse as he realizes he doesn't know anyone in the city who can help. Wait, no... that's not right. Actually, he does know Lee Hyo-in. A rich kid from his university who is, coincidentally, looking for a roommate. Well, not a roommate. More of a... dog.

🔞Love is an illusion-

Hye-sung spent his entire life believing he was an Alpha, the top of the genetic lottery. But his world is flipped upside down when he finds out he isn’t an Alpha, but a lowly Omega. After this revelation, he continuously crosses paths with Dojin, an Alpha who can’t stand Omegas. Take a step into the omegaverse and find out what it is that makes their pulses race and their bodies go wild.

Vampire heart-

A high school boy crosses paths with a hungry vampire who ends up enrolled in his school and entangled in his heart.

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Dokyung who happened to run into Hajin, whose clothes and lips were covered with blood, ran away in surprise, but gets caught. In this moment of danger, a cat appears and thanks to that, Dokyung runs away from Hajin and frees himself safely.

In the next day, Dokyung, who was still upset over the things that happened the day before, runs into Hajin by chance again. In the end, as he got caught by Hajin again, he reveals his name and even his class number, Dokyung returns to his own dormitory while shaking in nervousness....

But what's this? His dorm roommate was changed to Hajin?!

Angel buddy-

At first he thought his "abilities" were limited to seeing the average ghost here and there, but one day he witnesses a real life angel floating in midair and staring at him. ... Sooho's had many a ghost follow him around in his short life, but he's never had to take care of an angel...

Cherry blossoms after winter-

From living under the same roof to then being classmates?!

Ever since his parents passed away, Haebom has been living in Taeseong’s house. And now, being a 12th grader, he enters the same class as Taeseong, which makes the whole situation way more awkward. Living together 24/7, Taeseong and Haebom's relationship is bound to change.

Salad days-

This is the story between a young innocent ballet boy and a passionate, determined boxing boy. The two met at the children's palace, and since then, they have grown up together supporting each other. May there be hardships, may there be obstacles, yet they never stopped pursuing their dreams. The beauty of the salad days is the sweat from the hard work and the bonding of friendship. Although they have completely different paths set up for them, what never changes is their beautiful friendship...

Unintentional love story-

I can't find a summary

🔞Okubyoumono ni I Love You-

Due to his scary face, Shougo has been alone since entering university. But unexpected events lead him to become close with Hina, from the same university. Shougo, elated at the fact he's become friends with the cool and kind Hina, finds out that Hina breaks out into hives when people treat him with affection - a "love allergy"?!

Also they updated here u are!

All of those can find on mangahasu!

You can also find female X male it's not just m X m

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simplyshelbs16xoxo · 7 years ago

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‘Serendipity’ Chapter 4: Their Time Is Now

12 years from the last chapter, Sherlock and Molly meet for the final time at St. Bart’s.

Author’s Note: I rewrote this chapter like ten times and I'm finally satisfied with it. I kept arguing as to whether I should include the quick recap of the show's canon events to fit my AU because of story progress, but decided it was necessary to avoid as many plot holes as possible. Plus, I kept Mary alive hehe!So, anyways, I hope y'all enjoy!

Twelve years later, at thirty one years old, Molly Hooper started her first day as the head pathologist at St. Bart’s. Her predecessor had retired (much to Sherlock’s relief). Mike Stamford had assured her that the consulting detective, whose name she did not yet know, could be a bit of git at times, but said he would work well with her. The first murder victim came in later that day, followed by Detective Inspector Lestrade.

“Well, hello there,” Greg smiled. “You’re the new pathologist, then?”

“That’s me; youngest one they’ve had here,” she beamed with pride. “Will the, uh, consulting detective be joining us? I’ve been a bit nervous about meeting him and—” The doors burst open, Sherlock Holmes swept into the morgue, his coat billowing behind him dramatically.

“Thank God that man has retired,” he said. “I hope this new one will actually be competent or I will—“ his rant ceased, the sight of Molly Hooper stopping him in his tracks.

“I should have known,” she smiled brightly. “I assume we’ll be working very closely together, then, Mister Holmes.”

“Yes, I believe so, Doctor Hooper,” he grinned.

“So, uh, you two know each other?” Greg asked.

“We go way back,” Molly told him.

“Well, then, uh, I’ll leave the two of you to it,” Greg replied before leaving the room.

“What in the world is a consulting detective?” she laughed. “Like a private detective?”

“Of sorts; I consult the police when they are out of their depth…which is almost always,” he smirked.

“You still wear the scarf I made you,” Molly pointed out.

“Of course; why wouldn’t I?” he told her.

“I was beginning to think we’d never meet again,” she admitted.

“I told you that we would see each other again,” Sherlock said. “I promised, remember?”

“I do. This is it, isn’t it?” Molly asked.

“Yes; I do believe it is…that is, if you’re not otherwise engaged,” his voice was laced with worry.

“There’s never been anyone else; I went on the odd date here and there that Meena insisted I go on, but they weren’t you,” Molly explained. “I’ve been waiting a very long time for this; we both have.”

“I think our waiting is over,” he told her, their gloved hands interlacing. “Shall I assist you in your autopsy?”

“I would like that very much,” she replied.

3 months later

“Ah, Molly, there you are. Thank you for the coffee,” he told her. “Molly, this is Doctor John Watson. He’s looking for a flatmate, just as I am/”

“Nice to meet you, Doctor Watson,” she smiled.

“Likewise. But, uh, well, we hardly know each other,” John began. “I suppose I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“He’s got some odd habits, but I’m sure you two will get on well,” Molly assured him. “Well, I must get back to the morgue.” John furrowed his eyebrows at the exchange once she left.

“So are you two, uh, together?” he asked.

“Mm, nope; I am married to my work,” Sherlock lied. This was to protect her from the dangers of his chosen career. He and Molly had agreed to keep things just between them for the time being, her flat becoming his favourite bolthole. He would act as if he didn’t care in public and she would play off of him accordingly.

4 months later

“Any luck then?” Molly asked, entering the lab.

“Yes, actually,” he told her, still focused on the microscope.

“Oh, Jim,” her voice conveyed false happiness. “Sherlock, you remember when I mentioned Jim, right? He works in IT.” Ah, so this was the Jim who’s car she had stolen, he remembered. Of course, later on, it was found out that he was the notorious criminal, James Moriarty and Molly had only said that she should have seen that coming.

The only other time they had been separated was when Moriarty gave Sherlock no choice but to fake his death for two years. Molly was overlooked because of Sherlock’s superb acting of not caring and her perfect reactions to said nonchalance. He had been able to protect her successfully, and she had helped him fake his death. Mycroft kept her updated whenever he knew of Sherlock’s whereabouts and the two became close during this time, developing a real brother and sister type of relationship. Of course, after his return to the living, he had asked Molly to move in with him and she accepted. They danced all night at John and Mary’s wedding reception which was nearly turned into a crime scene. They even survived Sherlock’s near exile after disposing of Magnussen. John and Mary had appointed the two of them as Rosie’s godparents, along with Mrs. Hudson and Greg.

Snow fell in fluffy white blankets. The air was crisp and cold outside, but the crackling fire in the sitting room kept them warm. Christmas Eve had come around quickly and it had been months since the Norbury issue. He, Molly, John, Rosie and Mary were over at his parents’ home for the holidays, as well as Mycroft. And, as if it were tradition, neither Molly or Sherlock could sleep.

“Hey you,” she smiled when he padded his way into the kitchen, dressed in his Belstaff and scarf. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Not really, no,” he admitted. “I had more important matters on my mind.”

“Like what?” she asked, taking a sip of her tea, her eyes still reading the book in her hand; the very book he gifted her with all those years ago.

“Like taking another walk to the field where we met to have another adventure,” he told her.

“Sounds perfect,” she agreed.

They made snow angels again like the last Christmas they spent together during uni. Their gloved fingers were interlaced as they lay beside each other.

“Molly?” Sherlock said her name to get her attention. “I know it’s not quite Christmas yet, but I’d like to give you your gift now.”

“It seems to be our tradition,” she smiled. He sat up and motioned for her to stand in front of where he was now kneeling on one knee. Molly gasped as she realized what was happening, fighting the urge to just say yes before he could utter a word. She wanted to hear what he had to say.

“You are an angel who came out of nowhere on a day I was feeling lonely. We were only children then, but I knew immediately how special our friendship was. You’re my best friend, Molly, and we’ve had some amazing adventures together. We have been through an outrageous amount of separations, but made the most of the time we had with one another. So, having said that, I wondered if you would be up for one more adventure…Margaret Elizabeth Hooper, I have been in love with you since I first laid eyes on you. My wild beauty, will you marry me?” he asked, eyes full of love and adoration for her, a gorgeous antique ring held between his fingers.

“Yes,” she laughed out of happiness, tears of joy streaming down her face. “Of course I’ll marry you, Sherlock!” Molly fell to her knees and cradled his face in her hands, snogging him tenderly. Their kiss was broken several moments later, their noses and foreheads touching.

“I love you so much,” he whispered, slipping the beautiful antique ring onto her finger.

“And I, you,” she whispered back, nuzzling her nose against his. “You’re the love of my life.”

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Love Despite (James x MC) PART 2

Prompt: Don’t ask me to say I don’t love you.

Characters: James x MC (Bridget) from The Freshman

Rating: PG (some mild language and adult situations)

Author’s Note: This is my entry for round 16 of Choices Creates. Thank you to the lovely @hollyashton and the awesome @texanhusker for hosting this week’s competition. The prompt was incredibly challenging and took a lot for me to write, but I hope y'all are as happy with the final product as I am.

I will post this work in three parts, so be sure to follow along and read them all! As always, I am open to thoughts, feedback and comments on any part of this piece. I am so grateful for everyone who reads my work. Love, peace and many blessings! ❤️

Summary: Bridget and James are unexpectedly reunited after breaking up years ago. Will their feelings for each other remain true after all this time?

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Part 2 - The Breakup

A light and airy ring from the bell above the café door signaled a new customer. “I’ll be right with you.” Bridget called from behind the counter. She was focused on wiping it down and tucked the damp towel in her apron as she huffed loudly, blowing air from her mouth up to the top of her head to get her bangs out of her face. “Hey B! We got the order for 25 ready over here – pot roast plate and a slice of cherry pie!” A gruff masculine voice shouted to her from the kitchen.

“Be there in a sec, Joey – I’ve got another custom-“ She wasn’t able to finish her sentence before Joey was shouting again. “It’s gonna get cold, let’s get this out now, huh?” Bridget rolled her eyes and retrieved the two plates from the kitchen, and then carried them to the table near a large window.

The café was old, but clean. Small but quaint. She couldn’t believe this was her life now. When her father couldn’t get a job, she left Hartfeld to come and help out her family. Her parents felt awful about it, but she knew it was the right decision. Now that her father was sick, she was especially thankful to be home with family.

Her grandparents owned the “Lazy Daisy” café and it had been in the family for generations. Her parents had found a way out of the restaurant business, but it looked like she would be stuck there. It was still her dream to finish her college degree and move to a big city one day, but it was obvious that now was not the time.

She had left in such a rush, she hadn’t really had time to make James a priority. He didn’t seem to understand her decision to leave Hartfeld and go back home; but he had been supportive. To Bridget, everything was falling apart. She shut James out instead of letting him in. She was too focused on helping her family and putting everyone else first. She had to keep her head down, work hard, and get through this difficult time. She had only been home a few months, but she knew the distance was taking its toll on their relationship.

James was finishing up his degree and was about to graduate. He had a lot going on too. Maybe it would be better if we split up…she would think to herself every now and then. But as soon as that thought crept up, she’d push it away and find something else to preoccupy her mind.

As she set the pot roast and the pie down on the table, she saw out of the corner of her eye, the man who had just entered but was still waiting for service. As she approached his booth, she smelled a familiar cologne and knew immediately who it was.

“James?” Bridget said, confused and embarrassed. “What are you doing here?” It came out angry and more hateful than she had intended.

“Bridge!” James responded with a huge smile, getting up to give her a hug.

“You’re working hard! I was wondering how long it would be until you realized it was me.” She hugged him lightly and felt her heart rate increase.

“What are you doing here?” She asked again, pulling away from him. “Why are you here? For real.” She was serious and honestly not that happy to see him.

“I came here to see my girlfriend. Is that not normal?” He smirked. “Can you sit with me? I just wanted to check on you, catch up. See how you’re doing…” He leaned back, looking down in order to try to make her gaze meet his. Instead, she was looking out the window with her arms crossed and a confused look on her face.

“Bridget.” He reached out and grabbed her shoulders. “Look at me.”

“I don’t want to make a scene in here. Let me check with Joey and see if I can take a quick break.” She turned on her heel and marched dramatically back to the kitchen.

“Sis – what’s going on out there? We’re backed up, you gotta get this stuff out.” Joey ordered.

“Not now, okay, Joe? I need a break.” Bridget took off her apron and slammed it on the counter next to a huge industrial mixer.

“I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She took a pack of cigarettes with her, putting them in her back pocket and walked back out into the main dining area.

“Come with me.” She said as she passed by James, on her way to the front door.

“I thought we could get some pie, have some coffee…” James trailed off realizing she was serious. He furrowed his brow, trying to remain calm as he followed her.

He had tried so hard to be patient. She had been through a lot in the last few months. She had stood by his side through many trials in their short relationship and now was his turn to be there for her. He didn’t fully understand what was going on with her. She was clearly pushing him away, but he didn’t know if she really wanted space or if he should press her.

Bridget jumped into an old red pick up truck and started the engine. Even though they lived in the Northeast, the café was out in the middle of the country and her grandparents owned land. The truck belonged to her grandfather and she loved to drive it. “Where are we going?” James asked with a sigh as he closed the passenger door.

“I’m gonna show you one of my favorite places. We need to talk.” James swallowed hard as she ended that sentence. He tried to brace himself. He had never seen or heard Bridget this way before. He knew she was stubborn. He knew she was determined. He knew if she was thinking about breaking up that he would really have to work to talk her out of it.

The sun was beginning to set as Bridget pulled up to a small pond at the back of her grandparent’s property. There was a wooden bench near the water and willow trees along the edge of the pond. It was a beautiful sight. The fading sunlight was reflecting on the water and a light breeze blew the branches ever so slighty. It was peaceful and serene with dots of wild flowers dancing through the field beyond the pond, while a smattering of lightning bugs were beginning their show as it started to get dark.

“I can’t believe you came all this way for me.” She said as she exited the vehicle.

“It’s not worth it.” She sat on the bench with a heavy sigh and shook off her shoes. She dug her toes into the mixture of sand, dirt and grass, underneath the bench. Her hair had been up but was beginning to fall down. She tucked a stray piece behind her ear and looked at him sadly.

“Yes it is.” James said, sitting beside her, trying to take her hand. Bridget pulled away and reached for the cigarettes she had in her back pocket.

“What are you doing?” James asked, completely bewildered by her behavior.

“I smoke now.” She said, holding a cigarette between her lips as she brought a lighter up to light it.

“Are you serious?” He asked again, unable to find words. His mind was racing and so was his heart. He realized he didn’t know her at all anymore. It had only been a few months but apparently a lot had happened to the girl he knew; the girl he loved.

“In case you haven’t noticed, a lot has changed.” She said between puffs.

“Bridget. Come on. I’m here for you but I don’t even know what’s happening.” James said, calmly. “Why are you not talking to me anymore?”

“Do you see this, James?” She gestured to everything around her.

“Yes and it’s beautiful! The café is charming. Living out here away from the city, it reminds me of my family’s summer home; my favorite place. I know things are rough for you right now. You miss school. Your family is struggling but it’s going to be okay. I’m here for you. That’s what I came out here to tell you.”

“I…I appreciate that…” Bridget stammered, continuing to smoke. “But look at this. Look at us. I’m working in a damn café. A poor, dusty, tiny little café, James. I wear an apron and sweat over food all day. This isn’t going to work for you.”

“Bridget – I’ll be the judge of that, okay?” He said softly, reaching for her hand again. This time she let him hold it, with her cigarette still in the other.

“I have flour in my hair. Grease stains on my shirt. I’m wearing a nametag that says Megan because we can’t afford to order more. This is not going to work.”

She put the cigarette butt in the grass beneath her bare foot and stomped it out anyway, while exhaling a plume of smoke.

“Who cares about any of that?” James asked, exasperated. “You know that I don’t.” He paused, “Right?”

“This whole thing is embarrassing. Do you honestly believe that your family would approve of you being with someone like me? A college drop-out who can barely make ends meet? No way. You have much more potential out there at your fancy receptions, and fundraisers. I’m not going to make the cut. It’s over for us. I’m a mess – look at me! There’s no way I’m good enough for you anymore. Maybe I never was…” Her breath caught in her throat as she realized what she was saying.

Bridget pulled her hand away from James and covered her mouth. She stood up and turned away from him so he wouldn’t see the tears start to fall.

By this time it was almost completely dark. James went to her and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around hers, resting his chin on her head.

“Come here.” He said, trying to turn her around.

She resisted him and muttered, “James. We can’t. We can’t do this. There’s no way we can be together. You have to see this. I know you do. We aren’t the same – it’s never going to work. Your parents will never accept me. It was hard enough when I was your fake fiancé, but at least then I actually had goals and was on track to graduate and get a real job. Now I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere. I can’t drag you down this road with me…”

“Bridget, please…” He tried to pull her back in towards him. “I don’t care what my parents think and I’ve told you that a hundred times. What will it take for you to believe me?”

“You’re trying to convince yourself. I know it!” She said, raising her voice.

“I have seen you when you’re throwing your guts up and bawling your eyes out. With make up, without. Dressed up for a dance and in your pajamas. You’re human! What does it matter how you look? You are always perfect to me. You should know that by now.” James pleaded.

“I should, but I don’t.” She said quietly. “James, please don’t make this any harder than it already is.” She looked up at him, both hands now on his chest. She could feel his heart beating and she began to cry harder.

He held her gently as she gave in to him and rested her head on his shoulder. “Please.” She whispered. “Please just tell me you don’t love me…it would make things so much easier…we could walk away from each other knowing that it was right…tell me you don’t love me…” she begged.

James swayed softly back and forth as he held her, almost as if they were dancing to no music. Neither one of them spoke. Each one of them held on to the other, realizing that the timing was off. They missed their opportunity. If things were different, maybe it could work, but distance had almost ruined them before. And a fight with James’ parents was one they knew they’d never win. They kept holding on because deep down, they didn’t want to let go.

After a few minutes, James whispered into her ear, “Don’t ask me to say I don’t love you, Bridget…I can’t lie to you. I’ve never been able to and I’m not going to start now.”

“James…I can’t do this…I can’t do this to you. You don’t deserve me like this; and I can’t put you through what’s sure to come in the next few months and years. I love you too much.” She kissed him softly, and sweetly and he kissed her back.

“Are you saying you don’t want to be with me?” He asked her. “Just using my parents as an excuse?”

“No. I’m not using your parents as an excuse.” She winced as she spoke, knowing how much it was hurting him.

She could not live with herself if he stayed with her, knowing he could find someone else who shared his social status and his goals, hopes and dreams, more than she did.

“If you really don’t want to be with me, then I guess this is it.” He sighed, letting her go. “I won’t fight with you to keep me. I want to be here for you, but if you won’t let me, there’s nothing more I can do. Take me to my car, please.” James was destroyed inside, but he was determined not to let her see. He didn’t understand why this was happening or what was going on. It was as if all of a sudden his entire world, all his plans and hopes and dreams were ending.

“I’m sorry.” Bridget whispered as she wiped her eyes. “I’m so sorry.” She picked up her shoes and walked towards the truck.

They drove in silence and Bridget pulled the truck up to the café. She parked next to James’ car and looked at him, one last time.

“You know I’d do anything for you, Bridget. Anything at all. I’ll always love you.” He said, locking eyes with her as he got out of the car.

“I love you too – but I’m saying goodbye for your own good.” She responded, getting out of the car as well.

“Goodbye.” He kissed her on the cheek and hugged her. She couldn’t even bring herself to say anything. She watched him drive away and went back inside the café.

“Bridget, let’s go…” Joey called to her as she slowly walked back to the kitchen.

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6 Takeaways From Lifetime's 'Harry and Meghan: A Royal Romance'

Lifetime channel's fascinating fictionalization of the whirlwind romance between Prince Harry and Meghan Markle aired Sunday, and it left us with a lot of things to think about -- and to be absolutely confounded by.

From the bizarrely surreal use of lions as symbolic representations of Princess Diana, to a warm, motherly representation of Queen Elizabeth II -- who really does not appreciate Netflix's The Crown -- to overtly insulting remarks about Markle's legal drama Suits, Harry & Meghan: A Royal Romance covered a lot of ground while also being disconcertingly self-aware.

So, after a nearly two-hour made-for-TV movie about the royal family (several members of which are depicted in less-than-flattering, borderline reality TV villain ways, to put it mildly), here's a look at a few of the night's biggest takeaways and most head-shaking scenes.

1. Princess Diana Has Some Really Questionable Advice

The movie starts in 1997, following the death of Princess Diana, when Prince Charles took Harry and William to Africa to avoid the media spotlight.

During one flashback scene from before Diana's untimely demise, the beloved Princess (played by Bonnie Soper) is speaking with a very young Harry, where gives her son some super questionable advice: "It's OK to be naughty sometimes, so long as you don't get caught."

Which -- if Harry's wild clubbing and Nazi uniform-wearing party days that are depicted later in the film are any indication -- was a motto the impressionable prince took to heart (except the "not getting caught" part).

2. Prince Harry Is a Lion Whisperer

While in Africa as a child, Harry is sitting under a tree when a lion approaches and just looks at him. While Charles takes aim with his rifle, Harry angrily pushed the gun away, saving the wild beast.

Later in the film, Harry (Murray Fraser) awkwardly tells Meghan (Parisa Fitz-Henley) that he thinks the lion was actually a vessel for the reincarnated spirit of his late mom, which she is fully on-board with.

All these royals freaking out about Meghan besmirching the royal family's reputation seem to be ignoring the fact that Princess Diana turned into a lion and is just roaming around Botswana #ARoyalRomance

— Jurassic Clarke (@JurassiClarke) May 14, 2018

Months go by and, on the anniversary of Diana's death, Harry and Meghan travel to Africa together, where she pushes him to talk about his grief. In a fit of rage (and classic avoidance) Harry storms out of their tent, with Meghan in tow.

Soon, they come face to face with a lioness, who stares at them peacefully -- which symbolically serves as Diana approving of their relationship.

3. 'Harry & Meghan' is Bizarrely Self-Aware

From the first moments of seeing Harry and Meghan as adults, it's hard to avoid the unsettling realization that this is a biopic depicting events that happened within the last year or so. Meghan is even introduced filming an episode of Suits.

In fact, this Lifetime movie really makes a point of insulting Suits as often as possible. One character says it's "not exactly Shakespeare," while another scene tries to show how much of a self-possessed badass Meghan is by having the writers change a line in a scene because she feels like she says it "in every episode" -- then they change the line to something even more cliched.

Meanwhile, when Meghan and Harry meet with Queen Elizabeth (Maggie Sullivun), the insanely friendly monarch asks the actress if the actress was involved in the Netflix mini-series The Crown, and then complains about people making biopics about people who are still alive.

4. Meghan's Casting Was Amazing (Other Royals… Not As Much)

When Lifetime turned to Parisa Fitz-Henley to play the stunning Meghan Markle, they couldn't have asked for a better actress (apart from getting Meghan to actually play herself, because again, all of this happened within the last two years, so she'd be perfect for the part).

Parisa looks remarkably similar to Meghan, she's got the strong, determined air and she added a lot to the role.

As for Harry, casting Murray Fraser was a decided compliment. Sure, he looks like a soap opera version of the 33-year-old royal, but you can't expect a Lifetime movie to go any other way. At least he's handsome and talented.

The strangest casting was probably Prince William, played by Burgess Abernethy. While the guy does an admirable job, the decision to give the Prince more hair than he has in real life, but still partially balding, never stopped being distracting.

Lmaoooo Lifetime did Prince William SO dirty this time... #ARoyalRomancepic.twitter.com/MUlCpFSpFQ

— Ellen Laurers (@LaurenDramaGirl) May 14, 2018

who replaced prince william with this 43-year-old accountant from Ohio #ARoyalRomancepic.twitter.com/afvWW8od7v

— Claire Fallon (@ClaireEFallon) May 14, 2018

5. They Addressed the Racist Brooch

One of the major turning points in the film came when Harry was sulking at Pippa Middleton's wedding reception, where he was unable to invite Meghan, and runs into some older royal relative wearing a racist "blackamoor" brooch -- which is a pin designed to look like a stereotypical depiction of an African native, representing the English empire's colonialist roots.

Harry tells her off during the party, which leads to her drunkenly insulting Meghan's biracial ethnicity. The heated exchange eventually leads Prince Charles to understand the dangers of steadfast adherence to tradition and he tells his son to bring Meghan to the party so he can meet her.

In real life, however, there are a few things that happened differently. While the Queen’s first cousin, Princess Michael of Kent, did wear a blackamoor brooch to a royal event where Meghan was, the incident occurred in December 2017, over a month after Harry and Meghan were already engaged. So that incident really had nothing to do with anyone suddenly accepting Meghan into the family.

I really hope people don’t watch this movie and actually think this is how everything went down. #ARoyalRomance

— The Petty Mess (@ThePettyMess_) May 14, 2018

Also, in real life, Meghan was invited to Pippa's wedding reception. Also, Princess Michael of Kent didn't belligerently defend her decision to wear the problematic jewelry, but instead released a statement, saying, "The brooch was a gift and has been worn many times before. Princess Michael is very sorry and distressed that it has caused offense."

Y'all they put the Princess Michael racist brooch in the movie! Lifetime is not holding back. #ARoyalRomance

— Harry & Meghan (@WalesAndMarkle) May 14, 2018

6. Kate Middleton and Prince William Don't Come Off Great

While both William and Kate eventually befriend and support Meghan and Harry by the end of the movie, their attitudes throughout most of the film could best be described as Mean Girls-esque.

From making them both look pretty conniving to Kate straight-up manipulating people multiple times, it felt like someone at Lifetime really wanted to knock the Duchess of Cambridge down a peg.

William and Kate watching the way they are being portrayed in this movie.....#ARoyalRomancepic.twitter.com/N6PCfdJgK5

— Mandy (@SF49ERS1946) May 14, 2018

Why are they making Kate and Will seem so cold? Did the creators have some hate towards them? Kate is wonderful and there is no need to put her down in order to put Meghan on a pedestal. #ARoyalRomance

— Madison McLean (@madison_mmclean) May 14, 2018