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writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year

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Imagine agreeing to marry Namor to bring peace between Wakanda and Talokan

Warning: Spoliers for Black Panther Wakanda Forever

"Your people would never accept an outsider as their queen." You scoffed moving your face away from his hand.

"You're the only human on the surface world who can visit Talokan without the confinement of a suit. Your power is truly limitless my people would see you as a Goddess. The same way they see me as a God, and they would happily bow down before you" Namor declared.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion trying to figure out just how much he knew about your abilities. You'd only gone out into the ocean once to test the limits of your water manipulation. It turns out you were able to breathe underwater, and your body could withstand the pressure of the ocean. Namor must have been near the beach that day. Just how long had he been watching you?

"Princess you have to understand your power truly captivated me when I first witnessed it. A human able to become one with nature there must be a reason. The heavens above picked you to wield such power you belong on a throne." Namor said as if he could read your mind.

"My mother would never let you take me away from her" You tried again.

"You are not a child and can make your own decisions. I have no intention of forcing you to join me in Talokan, but if you choose to come with me willingly. What can she do?"

"We don't know or love with each other" You pointed out. That was the last argument you had under your belt.

Namor shook his head "kings and queens hardly marry out of love. The greatest of them tend to marry for power."

"I have plenty of power Namor."

He gently took you by chin bringing your face back to his. "Mi amour we can always learn how to love each other."

Your eyes locked onto his searching for any sign of deception, but there was none. His expression softened as your breath hitched, and you brought a hand to his. "Let me show my kingdom y/n please" he offered. Namor got to his feet and started walking back into the water. He paused once he waist deep to turn back to you holding out his hand.

"No games?" You questioned with a frown.

"No games" he promised beckoning for you to come to him. You glanced back in the direction of your jet. Queen Romanda would be able to track it, and she would if you didn't return home soon. It was a miracle you were able to sneak out in the first place. If it wasn't for the Dora Milaje being in the Council meeting along with all the other guards. Your absence would’ve been brought to light, and you weren't sure of how much time you had left. This was only supposed to be civil discussion to try and reach a peaceful agreement with him. Now its an involved into a marriage proposal and a journey to an underwater kingdom.

"Princess y/n" Namor called out to you softly.

You turned back to him still standing with his hand outstretched. "We need to be quick. My people will come looking for me soon."

Namor nodded his mouth moving upward into a giant grin when you stood up and made your way to him. The second your hand was in his he pulled your body to his. It was kind of hard to really get a good grip on him without wrapping both of your arms around his waist. Because his body was slick with water he secured a firm hold on your waist as well. "Hold on tight princess, and no matter what don't let go into we're in Talokan." Those were his final words before he let himself sink into the ocean taking you with him.

Talokan was unmatched in beauty and wonder even though you had no intention on accepting his proposal. You wouldn't have minded spending sometime down there to truly explore the city. The underwater sun brought tears to your eyes. When you turned to him there was genuine smile on his face. At the end of the day Namor loved his people and truly just wanted to protect his home. But unfortunately you were on a strict time limit, and before you knew it. The adventure was over and Namor had returned to beach.

"Now that you have seen Talokan with your own eyes maybe you will change your mind. It can be your home to princess." He said before officially parting ways with you.

You returned to Wakanda immediately after that and spoke of the offer to no one. If your mother found out what happened, and that he wanted your hand in marriage. She would panic leading to you being whisked away in hiding.

But soon enough you would wish that you had accepted his offer that night on the beach.

Two Days Later

One bad decision led to another and now things were getting out of hand. When it came to your knowledge that Namor's army had ambushed Okoye and Shuri in America, while they were in the middle of. Retrieving the scientist who turned out to just be a nineteen year-old girl in college. You wasted no time in finding your mother to plead your case. You wanted to go with Nakia on her mission to save Shuri and Riri, only you proposed that they leave you behind.

"You expect me to let you surrender yourself to a man who threatened my entire country and my life". She snapped at you her eyes filled with hurt and fear. Your mother truly didn't understand why you trusted Namor so much. In honesty you didn't but you knew if you took Shuri's place. Then it would be easier to keep him calm.

Queen Romanda had you sent to your room where she ordered the Dora Milaje to keep you. Until they got word from her that you could be free again, and for the first time in your life. You truly knew what it was like to be grounded. You didn't get the chance to escape until Namor invaded Wakanda, and by then the damage was done. You left the palace to provide aide to your people as the water rose up within the city. For the first time the people of Wakanda witnessed your powers as you used them to free them from the water. Namor was so focused on the battle at hand. He flew right past you as you brought a family to safety. He moved like a bullet through the sky making sharp spin moves to bring down the aircrafts. It was then you realized he had a specific destination in mind. The memory his promise to take your mother's life hit you like a ton of bricks, and you made your way back to the palace.

"Namor no" You shouted a few feet away from him held up in the air by a floating boulder.

But it was too late Namor threw a hand full of water grenades at the crack in the window. The entire front of the palace exploded as the water grenades went off knocking your mother and the girl back. You directed your boulder over to him slamming a fist into his left cheek. His head snapped to the side from the impact, but the punch didn't faze him the slightest. He turned his head back to you fury in his eyes matching your own. "I warned her and you of what would happen. My original offer still stands if you truly want to put an end to this."

"How could you think that I would even want to look at you again after what you just did" You sneered at him.

Namor leaned his head down to put his mouth to your ear. "It isn't over for her yet you can still save her princess."

You whirled around to a tragic scene of Akena holding Shuri back while Okoye and Nakia attempted to resuscitate your mother, and the young girl. Riri came to first coughing up water as Nakia rolled her over to her side. But your mother was still unconscious You lowered the boulder and leapt into the palace. You ran over dropping down to. your knees before your mother. Your hands shoving Okoye away without a word as you felt for the water in her lungs. Once you locked onto it everyone watched in awe and surprise as you bended it out of her. Queen Romanda's eyes shot open as she attempted to cough up the water, but it was gone. Her eyes looked around frantically until finally they settled on you.

Tears builded up in your eyes as your head dropped to her stomach. Shuri had broke free from Akena and M'Baku somehow to come over and join you.

"Princess y/n how did you?" Nakia said leaving the question to hang in the air.

"Fishman you would be wise to leave now" M'Baku shouted pointing his staff at. Namor who was still hovering right outside of the palace observing all of you.

Queen Romanda pushed herself up into a sitting position with Shuri supporting her from behind. Her eyes found Namor and you never seen your mother so furious. He attempted to take her life, and almost succeeded. Not to mention his attack did lead to the death of some of your people. She wouldn't be able to overlook all of that. His actions would be considered an act of war.

Unless.

You climbed back to your feet to slowly walk over to the opening where the windows use to be. M'Baku shouted for you to stop as Namor flew over to meet you.

"Princess y/n" Okoye cried taking a few steps forward.

You positioned your body sideways holding out a hand towards all of them. A gust of wind was summoned to keep them at bay. By now Namor was standing only a few inches away from you half a step forward would close the distance.

"If I accept your offer you must agree to my terms" You told your voice just a whisper. No one else could hear the exchange.

He simply gave you a nod.

"You will never attack or step foot in Wakanda again unless you are summoned here."

A nod.

"You will allow me to return home at least three months out of the year."

Another nod.

"You will not sneak out a war with the surface world unless they attack you first. Which they won't because Wakanda will keep your secret and protect you from discovery."

Namor didn't seem to happy about that one, but nevertheless he gave you a nod after three long seconds. At that you nodded at him in return "I will accept your proposal for marriage."

Namor smiled as the room erupted into a series of gasps and protests. Queen Romanda was on her feet in seconds storming over to yank you behind her. "You will do no such thing y/n" she insisted before turning to Namor. "My daughter will be going nowhere with you."

"It's not your choice Queen and if you try to keep my wife away from me-" He started to threaten but a light jolt of electricity had him hissing in pain, and backing away. His eyes found yours as you glared at him.

"No more threats Namor" You demanded.

He took a deep breath before speaking again. "Bury your dead. Mourn your loss. Say your goodbyes. I will return for her at dawn if she's not at our usual spot waiting for me. I will come here for her." With those words he shot off like a bullet disappearing into the water.

Your mother whirled around to face you with betrayal in her eyes. "Usual spot?"

"There's a beach I would go to with T'Challa to practice control over my powers before he died. He was the only one who knew what I could do after his death. I went back to feel connected to him, and apparently Namor use to watch me from the water or sky. I didn't know until a couple of days ago" You explained to her.

"I will not permit you to marry him" She demanded.

"Mother its the only way to prevent a war between our two kingdoms and you know it" You insisted.

"Dear sister please don't do this" Shuri pleaded wrapping her arms around you from behind. Her face buried into the back of your neck.

You could feel her tears bringing a hand up to squeeze her arm. "If anyone in this room has a better idea, I would love to hear it."

No one spoke up.

"My daughter" Queen Romanda whispered taking your face in both of her hands. She leaned down pressing her forehead to yours.

"I have to do this mom this is for Wakanda, and maybe one day I can learn to love him" You whispered.

There was just silence as her arms wrapped took place where they could. You stood there embraced by your mother and sister for the longest just relishing in their love. Knowing that by nightfall you would be in a new home.

Talokan.

#mcu imagine #marvel imagine #namor x reader #namor imagine #shuri x reader #queen romanda #queen romanda x reader

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ghostieyanyan · 3 months

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Is it ok if I can ask for a yandere Rollo Flamme? I like the idea of Rollo because he’s already based off a yandere villain so it makes sense. And I think Rolli would like to get close to Yuu cuz they don’t have any magic so they’re seen as ‘pure’ in Rollo’s eyes. Maybe Rollo can be seen trying hard to control his urges at the fireplace or he captured MC and tried to burn them at the stake like in the movie? Your choice.

hehehe... why not just add salt to injure? what if mc has pyrophobia, a fear of fire?

~Let the fire purify you~

Yan!Rollo x Pyrophobia!Mc

Warnings: Fire, burning, kidnapping, anxiety attack, chains, gag, breakdown,

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Rollo hated magic... with a passion. A passion that burned so bright that hurricanes, rainstorms, floods, and tsunami together couldn't extinguish this flame of pure hatred.

How does no one sees the danger of magic? How many lives have to be taken in the hand of magic for people to understand this is a problem? He guesses that its one of humanities sin, playing dumb, playing ignorant, until it becomes someone they care about that gets hurt. its always like that... why could people just see things through his lenses BEFORE someone got hurt...

But for now, he just has to do gods work for everyone else, until they see things his ways...

He had a plan. a plan that will solve this problem before it could get worst. The plan to get rid of magic, from one of the most powerful mages in twisted wonderland, to the student "prodigies" of that sick, sinful school, to the townsfolks of Fleur city, to every inch of Twisted wonderland.

With this crazy plan, he'll make, no, he'll force everyone to see how he sees life should be. he didnt care on who got hurt-

until-

he met Night Raven College's gem in the rock, their Perfect. When all the students were introducing themselves, when it was your turn. He swore the world stopped and he would have swore on his life that he saw wings and a halo on you. You looked, spoke, and acted like an angel. you even allow these sinful... beasts... breathe the same air as you. then you have an ACTUAL beast as a familiar. don't tell grim that.

your heart and soul must be made out of pure gold. he has to protect it at all cost. he will use his own body to shield you from magical blast and then some to keep your purity in tact. he will move mountains and redivert lakes, rivers, seas, and oceans for you. Rollo Flamme will make you into his deity that he worships.

All the students decided to split into groups and explore Fleur City, after they got changed.

to say Rollo thought you looked breathe taking in your glorious masquerade outfit was an understatement. he was about to come up to you and compliment you, maybe even starting small talk with you but a certain lizard decided to be the first to do so...

Of course that monster would be charmed by an angel like you. Evil loves to tempt with good.

no matter, he'll just have to see you another time but if he gets too busy..? He'll make time for you.

Rollo lead you into his office, you didn't mind too much because he was telling you all about the school's history and art. it is a really pretty school, it gives very romantic feelings.

when you finally made it into his office, you froze at the doorway at seeing the fire place. Rollo quickly notices and puts out the flame with a very helpful near by bucket. You were grateful that Rollo was very accommodating to your fears.

you thanked him and sat down across from him while Rollo sat in his chair.

"I'm very sorry for asking you to meet me at this ungodly hour but i just needed your input on something and if i didn't ask you, i would have had a sleepless night tossing and turning." Rollo said as he got everything on his desk organized.

"hehe, its alright. I just happen to have a restless night myself.. but i don't mind the company."

"oh my that sounds awful. what seems to be troubling you?"

"w-well.."

It was really hard to tell someone you only just recently met that you had a "bad feeling" about something and how so far, in twisted wonderland, its always comes true...

"well.. i think... maybe, its just the 'sleeping at a new place' feeling and I'm just not getting use to it. but I'm sure its fine. heh.."

"hmm.."

Rollo seemed satisfied with that answer and continues, by leaning towards you on the desk.

"i know i asked you about this before, but id like to discuss it with you more in depth... hmm?"

since Rollo put out the fire place, there was only a small lamp on the desk to shine light in the room. you kind of wished that the fire place was still lit... cause everything in this scenario was telling you to run and never look back..

"o-okay..? what would you like to know..?"

Rollo smiled and leaned back into his chair.

"as a magicless student in a full school of magical.. mages, aren't you scared they might... turn and hurt you..?"

the way he worded that made you feel more unnerved.. you trusted your friends in Night Raven College. Even the ones that did try to hurt you, they still came to your defense and help and protected you when you needed them.. you trusted them with your life and having this man tell you "you shouldn't because they can use magic" was... laughable...

"no.. because they've earn my trust and I've earn theirs..!"

"Earned..?"

Rollo's face darkened as you stood up from the chair you were sitting in.

"I'm sorry Rollo. Thank you for your hospitality but i have to go."

you start walking to the door but stopped.

"with however you feel about magic, i wont sit down and let you disrespect them just because they possess a special ability and i don't. It doesn't make them less of a person. Magic or no magic."

you walked to the door but before you could even touch the doorknob, you feel a body press against your back, pinning you against the door. you couldn't even move, much less move the door.

"I'm sorry my sweet angel~... i guess.. I'll just have to show you myself then~"

you see a quick purple blur and then tightness around your throat. Rollo was using his signature purple and gold handkerchief to strangle you! you tried to struggle. you tired to jab your elbow into his chest but his uniform was too thick for it to do any good.

You started to feel light headed then everything you saw was slowly turning black. the last thing you saw was Rollo, and the insanity in his eyes.

you had so many questions...

why you? was it because you don't have magic so you were "easy"? aren't there other people in twisted wonderland without magic? you just happened to go to a school "for" magic users so of course you'll see it a lot.

what's so bad about magic? ya it almost killed you here and there but it also almost killed either the user or other people around you.. but afterwards everything would have been fine. Plus you didn't blame the magic for those situations. you couldn't even say you blamed the user. some deserved the blame.. but not everyone..

how did you get here..? probably from your big mouth, you should have been smart when you were talking to Rollo. he was already giving you weird vibes and you just had to make it worst

you had more questions but you knew none of them would get answered..

you started to slowly open your eyes..

where are you..? what's this sound..? why cant you move..?

you slowly looked around, you remember this place... Rollo showed you, with your friends. the big bell, the bell of Solace. you noticed that you were alone though..

you looked around some more, you looked out from where you sat on the floor. it was dark out but with an orange hue... was the sun rising..? what's going on?

you went to take a step, to look out but something stopped you. a cold hand..? no..? a chain?!

if you weren't fully awake then, now you are! the chain was short, at least 2 feet long from the floor, it was attached to both your ankles. you could only go so far out.

what happened?! what's going on?!?

you started breathing heavily, tears started to form. you felt so confused, so lost. someone, anyone, please hel-

"oh my dear! you're awake."

your blood became ice, you looked up to see an uncomfortably happy Rollo.. he had a basket of breads and fruits.

"i was so worried that you'll never wake up. I'm very happy you did~"

with a heavy chest, you spoke.

"what's going on, Rollo!? Why are we here? why am i-?"

"oh within time my dear angel~ we just have to wait for those flowers to do their miracles. in the meantime, eat. you've been sleeping for a while and-"

"flowers..? what are you-...? Rollo...."

you took a deep breathe to try to settle your nerves.

"Please, Rollo... I'm scared. please tell me what's going on."

he looks at you and sighed, placing the basket down on a near by table. He then walked over to you and sat beside you, motioning you to come closer to him.

You did. you don't really have a choice right now..

"I'm making our perfect little world my love~ our paradise~"

you looked at the man like he was crazy. he was, at this point. But he continues.

"the Crimson flowers, the one that looks like fire, the flowers i shown you when you toured the city, they have the ability to take a mage's magic until they are just magicless people.. like you."

you stared at him but he kept smiling.

"magicless.. like me..?"

"yes my dear, then everyone in this world would have to understand magic is like a poisonous weed that has to be pulled out. or it'll spread to the other crops."

you just stared. you couldn't bare to keep looking at him so you turned to look at anything else..

magicless like you... no.. this isn't right. this cant happened!

Rollo thought the conversation was over and sat up to get the basket.

"Before this started, i made sure to get some food. i thought you'll be hungry so-"

"...mon...ster..."

Rollo froze. he was facing the backet and didn't turn around.

"excuse me..?"

you stood up, leaning against the wall, as best as you could. You knew your big mouth was gonna put you in a tough situation again but- what were you suppose to do?

"you, Rollo Flamme, are a monster."

he slowly turned to you, his eyes screamed murder. even if your body is shaking, from fear, from anxiety, from anger, maybe all of them at once's, but you kept your eye contact with Rollo.

You knew a comment like that will hurt him. you knew you couldn't physically harm him but you just wanted to hurt him like he planned to do the same to everyone you cared for..

the silence was deafening.

Rollo took some slow steps to you and leaned down to your level.

"take. that. back."

"no. cause i didn't say anything wrong.."

you hear Rollo take a deep breath and he quickly snaked his hand to grab the nape of your neck. you let out a gasp, from the sudden movement. he straighten his posture and brought you to his eye level.

"it's seems that those... mages.. have filled you with their poison. I'll just have to purify you myself. don't say i didn't warn you, my angel.."

he dragged you to a window and made you look outside. the entire city was filled with those flowers but... the looks of those flowers... made it look like you were in the middle of a raging firestorm. you felt your stomach drop. you felt cold shivers, and you didn't even realized that tears were falling. when you looked more, you noticed that the "fire" was slowly climbing the tower you were in.

you were about to let out a blood curdling scream but you were stopped by Rollo tying that purple handkerchief into a makeshift gag for you.

After that, he threw you, face down into the ground. Your body was shivering from fear so intensely, to the point that it feels like you lost complete control over your body. you couldn't even fight back when Rollo tied your hands together.

"i, really, am sorry for this my sweet angel~ but i have to get rid of the poison that those mages put in you... you have to be purified."

Rollo walked off and came back holding a fireplace poker. it was glowing red and you could see smoke coming off of it. where he got that, you didn't know but your attempt to get away from him was met with a wall against your back.

you felt your head spin, you were trembling to no return, the hot tears wouldn't stop, and the makeshift gag he put on you was now soak with tears, saliva, and snot.

Rollo kept walking towards you, in an agonizing slow pace.

"don't worry, my angel love~ after this, all will be forgiven~"

when he went to grab your face, he-

"MC!!"

those are.. familiar voices.. you know those voices..

"tch.. i suppose your punishment will have to wait my love. apparently, ill have to finish these pesky mages off myself."

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lovelybrooke · 1 year

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My Forgotten Love (Yandere BOTW x reader)

Link often wonders if he's better off without his memories.

As he explores across the distant land of Hyrule, he's constantly bombarded with echoes of the past, of the person he once was.

He was a hero, a knight who wields the master sword, the sword that seals the darkness. He protected the princess of Hyrule, the one who carries the power of the Triforce of wisdom. He was strong, courageous, brave. Thats what everyone told him anyway.

He never felt strong, courageous, or brave. In fact, he was afraid most of the time. Afraid of dying, afraid of his past, afraid of what lies ahead of him once his journey is over. He was always somewhat afraid, but as the last protector of Hyrule, there was no place for fear. So, he buried it all down, never acknowledging it, in the hope it would disappear.

The fear bubbled up and almost spilled out of him when he found an abandoned house near castle town that caused his head to spin. It was lonely, Link would've missed it if it wasn't for the pain it caused. it was small, only a single person could've lived there, but it felt homey, and strangely warm as he walked inside. It was a single room decorated with a desk, bed, and fireplace, a pot hanging above it. The walls were covered n maps, notes, and other little writings that were worn to time.

The desk was in the far corner of the room, a single, unlabeled book, on top of it. It called to him, like a distant friend you haven't seen in a while, filling his body up with warmth that drowned out the pain he previously felt. His body moved on its own, quickly opening it up, reading note that was attached inside the back of the cover.

"(Y/N) (L/N)'s personal diary. Please do not read if your name if Purah or Robbie."

(Y/N). (Y/N)? Why does his chest hurt when he reads the name? Ignoring it, he flipped the page, absorbing the words on the page.

Entry 1:

"I don't know how to start this. Purah had suggested starting a diary log to record my day to day. Why you ask? I never got a straight answer from her. Purah's like that, bringing things up quickly and dropping them just as fast. Either way, I guess recording my thoughts isn't that bad. As long as it gets, Purah off my back for a while, I'll do whatever she asks. Speaking of Purah, Impa (her younger sister), recommended her to the Princess to study the recently excavated Shaikah tech. Is it bad to say I'm jealous?

Entry 2:

Purah can definitely tell I'm jealous. Maybe she's been reading my diary? I don't know. It might be because I'm kinda avoiding her, but it's only because I've been busy with my studies, nothing else. Either way, she's been talking nonstop to me and Robbie about her studies of the shrines. Speaking of Robbie, Purah put him in charge of the guardians, which he seems very eager about. It was then when I asked her if I could help out. She didn't give a straight answer, like always, but I could tell she was holding something bad, like she was thinking heavily about something.

Entry 3:

I'm very excited! Purah came to me and said she talked to the Princess, and she agreed to let me study the Divine Beasts! I could barely contain my happiness; I ran write home to start writing this (sorry about my handwriting). I plan on thanking Purah properly after I meet the Princess. Apparently, she'll bring me up to speed on somethings I need to know about the Beasts before boarding them. I'm just so excited, I need to take a nap before I write off this page.

Entry 4:

Princess Zelda was very kind, but that was to be expected. She was more than happy to listen to my hypothesis about the Divine Beasts. She was accompanied by her sworn protector, Link. He was, quiet, to say the least. He didn't really, do that much, just listened to our conversations quietly. It was sort of awkward, but I got over it quickly. It was weird though, it felt like his gaze was on me more than it was on the Princess. Even when I left, his stare was almost imprinted on me. Maybe it was my fault, probably. Anyway, on the Princess's request, I'll be traveling to the Devine Beasts with him. I won't be able to write then, so see you soon!

Entry 5:

I'm happy to be home. The journey around Hyrule took a little over a month, and it was very tiresome. There's lots to talk about. Firstly, I met the Champions, at least most of them. I was unable to meet Daruk, Champion of Vah Rudania. Death Mountain is too dangerous for Hylians, and it would be dangerous to bring it down the mountain. Hopefully I'll get to meet him soon, I've heard a lot of great things about him. The other Champions were great, well most of them. Revali, Champion of Vah Medoh was...very boastful. He talked a lot, mostly about himself. But I guess I would be boastful if I could pilot a Devine Beast.

I think I got closer with Link. I say think because it was really hard to tell. It took a while to get him to talk, he was silent most of the time I tried. It got to the point where I just talked about everything, just so I wouldn't have to sit in silence. Eventually, when he reached Zora's domain, he started to talk. It was sparce, but he would talk about what life was like as a child. I learned he liked to cook (his cooking is very good). He also let me talk about my findings and while it was obvious he didn't understand most of it, it was nice for him to listen to me.

I had a really great time. I hope Link did too.

Entry 6:

I think I'm being watched. Zelda has been requesting my appearance at Hyrule Castle more and more, I practically live there. Every time I step foot there, I can't help but feel like someone is watching me. I never bring it up, since I'm with the princess most of the time and I don't want to bother her. I have some ideas on who it could be, but no concrete answers. I sometimes catch Revali staring at me whenever he has business at the castle, but even when he's not there, I can feel someone's eyes on me. Honestly, I think Revali might just be hung up on me visiting Vah Medoh with one of his least favorite people (sorry Link). There's also one of the men within Hyrule's royal guard, I believe his name was Thomas. He’s pretty shy, but he had a bunch of questions about my research. We talked for a while before I was pulled away by the princess and Link. Speaking of Link, he’s been a little on edge lately, especially with the other members of the guard. He says it because they’re “distracted”. He’s even become a little, clingy? I don’t know, it’s probably just my imagination, I’m going to bed.

Entry 7:

I haven’t seen Thomas in a while. He hasn’t shown up to the castle in weeks. Link said he was slacking off and he got what he deserved, honestly it was kinda scary. I even brought it up to the princess, but she really didn’t seem to care. I hope he’s okay.

Honestly, I haven’t seen really anyone in a while. Since Zelda is nearing her 17th birthday, she’s been up at the shrine of wisdom trying to awaken her powers. Link has been with her, same with the champions, and Purah and Robbie have been busy with preparing for Ganon. It’s been really stressful, all I can really do is try to help them, and pray to Hylia that everything turns out okay.

The rest of the pages, which are slightly burn and blank, fill Link with dread. You were someone he knew, someone he cared for, someone he loved, how could he forget you? This journal is the only thing he has to remember yoh by, and it makes him want to lay down and die. Out of all the people in all of Hyrule, why wasn’t he able to protect you. This was his fault.

Link doesn’t acknowledge the tears that runs down his face as he pockets the journal with immense care so to not damage it. He doesn’t wipe them from his face as he leaves the house that brought him a fleeting sense of comfort and warmth. And Link doesn’t flinch as the tears continue to steam and hit the grown as he walk away, heading towards Hateno.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #yandere link x reader #yandere legend of zelda #yandere breath of the wild #breath of the wild x reader #tears of the kingdom x reader

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aerkame · 5 months

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It Was Just The Wind

Warhammer40k reader insert concept one shot (may be others...)

I have many fast thoughts and sometimes it's difficult for me to organize my ideas, but sometimes, certain ones stick, like this one. For my usual Welcome Home fans on here, I hope you don't mind, but there really isn't anyone doing reader inserts and I feel it's my responsibility now to make some. Concept: When you sleep, their universe goes quiet, a ghost town, save for powerful beings that stay behind, and you take the place of the beings that once existed there, free to roam around unbothered. For now at least. Read the bottom for details on this concept.

It was just like the other nights, all the same but also different. Once you felt yourself drift into slumber you had these vivid and all too real dreams. This was something you assumed to be just lucid dreaming, something that happened when a person became self-aware of their own dream.

That was until you got hurt.

You remember it clearly as if it happened just yesterday. In the "dream" there was the skull of...something. It was metallic and covered in neon green fluids. An object stuck out from the side of it's face, a chain-saw? Or was it a sword? A sword-saw you concluded. It was large but clearly man-made.

In an attempt to get a closer look, you slipped on the green liquid and landed on top of the strange skull. The sharp edges of the head sliced the flesh of your arm, leaving a long gash with no blood. You didn't react, not feeling anything, you assumed it was because you were dreaming. No blood came dripping out. It was as if it didn't happen... Suddenly feeling strange, you felt yourself begin to stir and wake.

Eyes shooting open, you looked down with blurry vision as a burning sensation spread throughout your arm. The bed was covered in fresh blood. There was blood dripping from a fresh wound...there was blood dripping from a fresh wound-

Panicking, you stumbled out of bed and ran to the bathroom, opening the cabinet to take out the first aid kit you never thought you would need.

You quickly debated washing the wound but decided against it, it's too deep to do that. You got the pads out and started applying pressure as the gauze was slowly wrapped around, finishing it off with the bandages. It was rushed, but that would have to do for now. You were going to the hospital even though it was late. This was far too much blood for you to ignore.

Getting in the car a bit woozy, you started driving.

It was quiet when you walked in, and surprisingly empty for the most part, only one or two other people were there. When a nurse finally checked on you, you gave the poor excuse that you fell on a sharp metal scrap when walking out in the dark. The nurse gave you a questioning look but got someone to start treating you regardless. You were still trying to process what happened...how it happened, still in shock.

The next few nights were absolute nightmares. You didn't want to go back to sleep after that. It was scary to think about. Maybe you were attacked in your sleep? If so, then you should have called the police to check the house. But then again, no one was there when you woke up. It was just you. All alone.

You grew sleep-deprived as the days went by, thankful you have a week off from work due to your injury, but oh, sleep culled you. Your body screamed for rest. So you gave in.

It was different each time like before. You have seen so many places now just by sleeping. Of course you explored with caution now, fully aware that getting hurt wherever there was, would result in injury to yourself here in your own body.

Eventually you had begun making literal maps of these places. Your memory was so fresh that each time you awoke you sketched landmarks and whatever else would help with mapping. It was strange and scary at first, but over time you grew to love these little adventures in dreamland.

There was what you assumed to be different planets with aliens and their own cultures. At least that's what you could guess from what was left behind. You felt like an archeologist almost. You did wonder though, why did everything look so fresh? There were no living beings around each time you visited, at least none you had come across yet.

Regardless of the strange circumstances, adventure called to you, so you slept.

This dream was different from the rest.

Tonight, you found your conscious in what looked like a cathedral or some kind of golden palace. Statues, stained glass windows, and art surrounded the halls. You followed along a grand hall slowly, taking everything in. You did not want to forget a single detail from tonight. It was beautiful. So ethereal.

Hallways looped around in one big circle from what you could tell, leading to a center hallway, that must be main path.

Quickly walking down the hallway, you stopped and looked up.

"Oh you gotta be kidding me..."

Stairs upon stairs stacked each other, leading up to what must be a throne room. Each step was human-sized, if human-sized humans were 7ft giants. You felt like a child trying to get up the stairs. But that wasn't going to stop the ever-growing curiosity in you. Lifting yourself up, you started walking up the stairway as best you could. One big step at a time.

Finally reaching the last set of stairs you sighed. You were going to be exhausted when you woke up for sure.

Rolling onto your side, you sat up almost immediately, not needing endurance in your dreams as you scanned your surroundings. It was more beautiful up here than anywhere else. Pillars were decorated in what looked like long strips of paper with unknown language written on them, something you saw often on battlefields attached to pieces of armor and sometimes guns. You wished you could stay here forever, it was so grand and dreamy to look at.

A small noise caught your attention. Something creaked shortly a few times before stopping again. You looked behind you for the sound, finally noticing the gigantic throne built into the wall.

There, sat what looked like the skeleton of a human, a large human. That must have been why everything here is so big. It's for these guys.

You slowly started walking towards the throne for a closer look, throwing your previous caution to the wind. The skeleton had wires and strange machines threading through the body, connecting to the armrests and behind the backseat. A single lens stuck out from one eye socket with another optic sealed behind.

Unable to reach the throne steps without climbing it, you decided to just look from a distance. You didn't want to be disrespectful even if this stranger was dead. Deciding to just look, not touch, you put your hands together to give a small prayer for the stranger. Whatever happened to them must have been awful. The prayer wasn't towards any particular god or religion, it was just something open-ended that you often did for others. Another creak sounded, grabbing your attention. This time the sound was right in front of you. You squinted...

The tips of the fingers were moving, gripping the very ends of the armrests.

Strong skeletal fingers left indents in the armrests, moving so slowly you wouldn't even know there was movement save for the throne creaking under the pressure. This person was still alive. There was someone alive here with you.

Your voice was caught in your throat as you looked up to stare into the skeleton's optics. There was no signs of life in them, no movement to take note of. So how is this happening...

"Ah!-"

You flinched grabbing the front of your head.

There was a sharp pain and then a swirling fuzzy feeling. It slowly spread downwards to the rest of your body. You slumped forwards before falling over, struggling to move your limbs that grew numb, everything felt so weird. It was like something-someone was trying to use your limbs for you, you felt like a puppet.

Struggling, you managed to fight back the numbing sensations and look once more at the throne. A single red eye stared back you.

The blankets went flying as you yelled, arms flailing and legs kicking now able to move. You sat stunned for a few moments, before finally processing what happened. "I think I need a therapist."

Looking at the clock, it read 7:45AM.

With a sigh you got up to make breakfast, maybe next time you'll find some answers.

It was strange. Well, everything has been strange recently. Rumors of The Emperor returning have been spreading all over the planet. But there has yet to be proof, only some bits here and there saying that the throne's armrests have been destroyed. Some say that it was the shear will of The Emperor's might that let him wake if only for a moment, and some say that the throne just needs to be maintained. There has been much speculation and no answers.

Whatever the answer is, it doesn't change the excitement that comes from said rumors, it has boosted the morale and spirit of mankind. But it also does not explain the memory relapses.

Everyone has experienced it almost daily now, even the xeno enemies that threaten humanity.

Short periods of times, usually seconds or milliseconds, lost. Not one person can remember those moments. It's like no one was around. As short of a time as it was, it still concerned many.

It's almost like nothing, but there was something. Who knows, maybe it was just the wind.

Some things I wanted to clarify about this concept:

The reader is not affected and can not interact with The Warp or deamons because the reader does not exist to them technically, they aren't from that universe. If a deamon tried possession it'd be like trying to posses a thought, not a physical being. Think of the reader as a projection or astral projection. You are there but not really. there's no real body...buuut, the reader can interact with physical structures or dead bodies. Things that aren't alive.

Because of #1, it is assumed that the reader can not be seen, heard, smelled, or felt by anyone either (unless they're powerful enough). Though I don't think you would want to test that out in the 40k universe, let's just stay hidden yeah?

Once the reader wakes back up, everything that did not exist previously in the 40k universe comes back as if nothing happened, as if no time at all passed. Save for the few beings that did stay along with anything that is dead. Some beings remember these strange events. They know...and oh, looks like you might have left a evidence of your presence behind. Maybe you aren't as invisible as you thought.

Why did this happen? Let's just say something or someone made a connection to the conscious of the reader, making them a conductor to The Warp or whatever was used to do this. It could have been anything really, maybe a Librarian? Perhaps someone greater did this...maybe The Emperor. He might not be physically able-bodied, but he defiantly seems to be mentally and phykilogically(phykerly?) there.

Forgive me if I got some things wrong biologically, I only have first aid training so I was writing based on that. You'd be shocked at how little blood it takes for you to pass out or die. Our skin also slices pretty easily so I wouldn't be surprised if someone sliced their whole arm open from falling on something as small as aa sheet of metal.

I know Warhammer 40k reader insert fanfictions are not as popular, but I really do want to explore that and come up with concepts that would fit and make sense such as this one with a 21st century reader.

#warhammer 40k #wh40k #wh40000 #warhammer40k fanfiction #reader insert #wh40k reader insert #warhammer 40k reader insert #the emperor #concept #it's 3am #lmao #warhammer 40k emperor #warhammer40k x reader #space marines

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angelsanarchy · 8 months

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Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N Series CH 05 -> CH 06

"Didn't you say you had already befriended your neighbors daughter?" "I'd hardly call us friends. She doesn't know I'm crazy yet."

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr @thatsthewrongwallcraig @icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06 @shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl

"How is your sleep? Is it leveling out or are you still experiencing fatigue?" Jack stretched out in front of the computer screen and yawned.

"It's still weird. Some days I'm too exhausted to function. Other days I work my ass off to clear out the house but when I finally lay down, I just can't shut my mind off." Jack explained.

"What goes through your mind when you find yourself unable to sleep?" Jack rolled his eyes.

"Everything...nothing at all...I think about what I might do the next day or working on the book but then I'm too exhausted to even sit in the chair." Jack was growing annoyed with how his meds made him like a zombie. His brain was far too developed to not be able to use it during the day time.

"How about your appetite? Are you eating regularly?" Jack hated having to explain that he was miserable because his body required these meds to stay sane.

"Not as often as I should. Most of that is because I haven't done the grocery shopping yet. I have to put in an order." Jack listened to the hum come from the doctor.

"Have you thought about maybe going to the grocery store? Getting out among the people just to explore." Jack laughed.

"Yeah I'm not sure I have the energy for that. Maybe if I go late at night but I don't want to mingle just yet." Jack couldn't imagine having to walk through the grocery store having people stare at him or offer condolences that are empty and way too late. He wouldn't mind running into Y/n but that's a different story.

"Didn't you say you had already befriended your neighbors daughter?" Dr. Carty questioned making notes.

"I'd hardly call us friends. She doesn't know I'm crazy yet." Jack explained with a self deprecating laugh.

"You aren't crazy Jack. People live completely normal lives with mental illness. It's like any other illness and you are taking the steps towards a bit more normalcy." Dr. Carty had been with Jack since he checked into the facility. He felt like Jack absolutely needed to be hospitalized for the time he was in order to not only get to the root of his trauma but to allow his brain time to come to terms with it. He recognized all the progress he's made and wanted him to feel proud of that.

"Well how does it feel to interact with someone your own age who isn't a doctor?" Jack shrugged.

"She's fine. I mean we have a really cohesive sense of humor. I think if we did hang out, it wouldn't be awful but I'm pretty sure she's a nurse or something. She wears scrubs whenever she's not in regular clothes and when she's in regular clothes she's usually care-giving for her mom." Dr. Carty laughed making Jack tilt his head.

"You like her." He said confidently.

"What? No! We've had two conversations. That's hardly enough time to develop a liking to anyone." Jack defended.

"Haven't you ever heard of love at first sight?" Now Jack knew the doc was fucking with him.

"Yeah, thankfully I live in the real world. Plus everyone knows it's more like lust at first sight. No one can fall in love just seeing someone. That's based entirely on physical attraction." Jack was more of a pessimist when it came to love and attraction. Plenty of people could be attractive but love is few and far between. Jack can count on one hand how many people he's genuinely loved in his entire life.

"Well is she attractive?" Dr. Carty pressed.

"She's conventionally attractive, yes. I mean she hasn't cured my lack of sex drive but again, we've only spoken twice. I don't think I could fuck even if I wanted to." Jack had known the Doc for long enough that his random bouts of vulgarity didn't make him flinch.

"So you have decent conversation with a pretty woman who can match your intellect and has a dog you enjoy spending time with...She doesn't sound like an awful friend to make. Maybe you should work on that." Jack pushed away from the computer and ran his hands down his face.

"Why? I don't want to ruin anyone else's life. She's clearly a much better person than I am and she's already agreed to let me take the dog for walks on occasion so why risk ruining that with her getting to know me?" Jack genuinely feared letting anyone close at this point. Shanda had been with him since day one and the only person who has gotten a pass is the Doc and that wasn't something Jack asked for but has gotten used to.

"She's not Cleo, Jack." The mention of Cleo knocked the wind out of his chest.

"I know that." Jack whispered timidly before standing from his chair to move to the window.

"Just because you never received closure from her doesn't mean you can't move forward. You have done your part in taking accountability. We knew going into that you might not received the absolution of forgiveness." Dr. Carty himself had reached out to Cleo and was told she didn't care if Jack had dropped dead, she refused to talk to him after having their child cremated alone. Jack had sent a twenty page letter without any sort of response and when he sent a follow up, it was returned to sender.

The few times he dared to check social media, she had erased him from her entire existence. She had a memorial post for the baby but she didn't use his last name. When he accidentally liked one of her posts, he was met with a block on all outlets. Shanda had assured him that she had moved on and was doing better but he held onto that guilt for abandoning her after such a sudden miscarriage.

"What are you thinking Jack?" Doc's voice broke through his thoughts as he stood at the window. He could see Y/n down in her mother's garden watering the flowers and talking to her mom who was sitting in a wheelchair on the porch with Ace in her lap. He didn't need to know Y/n well to see she was a good person.

"The best thing she could do is to stay away from me. I'm just...I don't deserve that again. I wasted it the first time and ruined someone's life. What would I even do if I allowed myself to find that with someone else after Cleo? How do I explain to someone what I did to someone I loved enough to want to marry and start a family with?" Jack's ranting started to make his chest hurt.

"Jack, I want you to close your eyes and take a deep breath." Jack became annoyed but did as he was told counting in his head as he took a few deep breaths.

"You need to remember that we are not our mistakes. We all have flaws and blemishes but it's how we right our wrongs that define us. You are not a bad person." Jack opened his eyes feeling a slight burn from squeezing them so tightly. Jack let out a breath before digging in his pocket for a lighter, picking up a cigarette and opening the window abruptly. The daylight made it hard for his eyes to adjust at first but he didn't realize the sound of the window would draw any attention towards him. He was met with Y/n's gaze as he took a deep drag of his cigarette.

"You have to forgive yourself Jack. If you don't let go of that weight, it will drown you." Jack kept his eyes on Y/n as she smiled at him and waved. Jack returned a weak smile, biting his lip.

"I want to...I really do but I just don't think I can." Jack admitted out loud glancing over at the screen to see Dr. Carty was frowning. He hated ending his sessions on a such a negative feeling but he knew he was out of time today. He knew that Doc didn't want to leave him alone with these thoughts so he gave him self work to do over the weekend so it would keep him occupied. Self work always made him roll his eyes because he could knock assignments out easily but whenever he sat down to work on his writing, his mind would be blank. All he wanted to do was figure out how to feel normal again.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Goes Home #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #Glass Houses #One Shot Series #5/38

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bupia · 10 months

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Little lamb - Terzo x Fem!Reader

Summary: After securing a new job in a city far from your hometown, you found yourself in need of a temporary living arrangement. With limited time to search for a suitable place to rent, you made the decision to stay in a hotel for the first week. At the night you arrive at this new city, you encounter this mysterious man.

Words: 6.034

Warnings: SMUT +18!

Inspired by Jigolo Har Megiddo by Ghost

Arriving in an unfamiliar bustling city late at night, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of people surrounding you. Although you didn't come from a small city, you never had the opportunity to be on your own surrounded by a lot of people.

The only time you would get exposed to large crowds was when your family would make you attend Sunday mass, a weekly tradition that you had never particularly enjoyed. For your family and close-knit group of friends, you were an innocent Lamb of God, embodying purity and conformity, and perhaps you were, but deep down, you longed for a chance to break free from those expectations and explore your own path.

At least that's what you expected, you really wanted to transform from an innocent Lamb of God to a completely new person, you were ready to navigate the complexities of life, of your own life. But first, you needed to be less scared. Maybe that was the chance you needed to do restart, as the sensation of anonymity and the multitude of unfamiliar faces made you feel both excited and uneasy.

Stepping into the lobby, you were greeted by soft lighting and a soothing color palette that creates an atmosphere of relaxation. You checked into a cozy hotel located in the heart of downtown because you haven't had time to search for a suitable place to rent, so you made the decision to stay in a hotel for the first week.

As you walk down the lobby to make your check-in with a staff from the hotel you couldn't stop looking around, you felt intoxicated by this new atmosphere. Feeling lost on your surround, letting your senses get shut off, you suddenly collides with a man, threatening to send you tumbling to the floor, however, in the nick of time, the mysterious man extends his arm and grabs holding one of yours, preventing you to fall. Your heart races as you feel his firm grip and you automatically got mute by looking at him.

"Merda!" The mysterious man exclaimed in a foreign language. "Sii attenta! Guarda dove vai, bella!" He pulls you closer, causing your bodies to inadvertently collide.

You couldn't understand a thing that mysterious man was saying, but he was exuding an air of charm, yet carrying an undeniable sense of peculiarity with his dark hair pushed back, his heterocrhomatic eyes and face painting in black and white, just like a skull.

"I- I'm sorry." Your voice barely audible. "I got distracted, sir." Your gaze is drawn to his enigmatic features, his eyes, twinkling with mischief, meet yours with an intensity that both intrigues you.

"Sir?" He repeats it in a devilish tone. His smile is lopsided, hinting at a mischievous nature that dances across his lips.

Your eyes remained locked, time seems to stand still, the bustling lobby fading into the background. He looked older than you, and that only added an intriguing layer to the already enigmatic encounter. You detect a hint of a knowing smile, as if he recognizes the curiosity and intrigue that his age difference sparks within you. It's as if he understands that his mature demeanor holds a certain allure, captivating the imagination of someone younger like yourself.

"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful... Sir?" You heard him growling of pleasure. He releases his grip and steps back, breaking the magnetic connection, a mix of disappointment and anticipation washes over you.

"Nessun problema, bella ragazza." His eyes seem to penetrate deep into my nervous soul, intensifying the electric current that still lingers between you.

"Excuse me, sir. I have to go." Breaking away from his gaze and quickly turning to meet with one of the hotel staff. The sense of his gaze following me remains, an invisible thread connecting us in that moment.

You walked until you arrived at the reception desk. As you talk with the hotel staff, you can't help but steal glances in his direction. He stands there, a mysterious figure amidst the bustling lobby, still watching you. The knowledge that his eyes are fixed on you, fills you with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration. It's as if he sees beyond the surface, igniting a desire to delve deeper into the unknown. In that moment, you realize that this chance encounter has awakened something inside of you, a thirst for adventure and a willingness to embrace the unexpected.

"Excuse, Miss. Your key. Room number 66" The staff calls your attention breaking the gaze with the mysterious strange.

"Yes! Thank you!" You gave the staff a sincere smile gently getting the key from his hand.

You leave the reception behind making your way to the elevator, so you could finally settle in your room and finally take a rest. The soft sound of a bell announces the arrival of the elevator, the doors sliding open to reveal a small, enclosed space. You step into the elevator to reach your designated floor, you press the button of the 6th floor. You steal a glance at the reflection in the mirrored walls, adjusting your disheveled hair.

Just as the doors begin to slide shut, a hand appears, halting their motion. The doors obediently retract, revealing the enigmatic man from the lobby, his presence both startling and mesmerizing. Frozen in place, you find myself unable to tear your gaze away from him.

"Mi scusi principessa, buonanotte." You see him pressing a button and the doors close once again. The atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation, as if time itself has paused to witness the unfolding encounter.

Words fail you in his presence, your eyes meet in the mirrored reflection. His gaze seems to penetrate your very being.

"So, first time around the town?" He asks breaking the silence. You nodded turning your gaze to another direction. "Going to the 6th floor, sì?"

"Yes." You reply. "Just moved here, I got a new job and I will stay for a time in this hotel, sir." He growls, his head tilting back slightly, his eyes closing as he bites his bottom lip. He shifts his position, his body turning, his gaze fixed upon your reflection in the mirrored walls.

"The golden crucifix on your neck, I couldn't avoid to notice it." You follow his gaze, noticing his attention drawn to the delicate golden crucifix resting against your exposed chest due to the cleavage of your dress. "Do you consider yourself a Lamb of God?"

His words echoed in your head, causing your eyebrows to furrow together in a perplexed expression. In a swift motion, you turned your body to face him, unable to comprehend how he could refer to you as a "Lamb of God", a label you had long resisted.

"I am more than the image you perceive." The words escaped your lips in a sharp tone, his lips curled into a smirk, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes.

He casually rested a hand in the mirrored walls, his posture exuding confidence and intrigue. The smirk remained plastered on his face, his eyes locked with yours, as if he was silently challenging you to delve deeper into the enigma that surrounded him.

"Sei sicura di quella? Sembri un agnello debole di Dio, piccola." He whispered, his words laced with a mix of amusement and provocation.

"I'm sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying, sir." He step closer to you almost pressing his body against your back, resting the bottom of his arm on the mirrored wall, leaning his body towards you with his face close to your ear.

"I said: Are you sure about that? You look like a Lamb of God, little one." He whispered in your ear, you felt his other hand reaching for your hips, holding you there. You closed your eyes, his charm, voice, proximity, scent, and touch intoxicating you.

"I may appear as an innocent lamb, but strength lies within even the meekest of creatures." You felt his tight grip on your hips, letting out a soft moan, you tilted your head back resting it on his chest. His hand left your hips, tracing a path from your belly to your your neck holding it slightly, as his fingertips reached for your lips, you slightly parted them.

"Are you sure about that, little lamb?" His fingers now moving to your lips, parting them a little more. You moved your tongue unconsciously, softly licking his fingertips. He left a malicious laugh escape his lips as his fingers went all the way down back to your hips slowly pulling up your dress. "May I...?" He patiently waited for your response, you took a deep breath nodding.

"I am not..." you murmured, "...a little...", you felt his fingertips reaching for the inside of your thighs, your legs were trembling in anticipation, the gentle touch of his hand between your legs sent shivers down your spine, "...lamb."

"Ma certo che no, mi dispiace..." His hand getting closer to the fabric of your panties, made you feel a mix of nervous and anticipation. Your body tensed slightly, your breath caught in your throat, and your heart beating fast in your chest.

In that suspended moment, the air between you two grew thick with unspoken tension. You didn't want to keep going with this silent battle of wills as your eyes were still locked onto his, you decided to turn your back to him, no longer willing to indulge his provocative game.

Before you could say something, the elevator abruptly jolts to a stop, he breaks the physical connection that had begun to take hold of you and reality came crashing back. Your eyes meet his, a mixture of shyness and nervousness dancing within your depths.

The doors slide open. "I- It's my floor," you stammers softly. You reluctantly stepped out, but before the doors shut, the man reached for your wrist stopping you.

"Can I ask for the number of your room, mia cara?" You looked at him over your shoulder.

"Y- Yes, sir. Is 66" He let your wrist go.

"I'll meet you in some minutes then, little lamb." You catch a glimpse of his face transforming into a devilish smile. It starts at the corners of his lips, a mischievous curl that slowly spreads across his features like a flickering flame. His eyes, filled with a mixture of lust and allure, twinkle with a hint of mischief. The corners of his mouth turn upward, forming a captivating smirk that hints at a world of secrets and untamed desires. It's a smile that holds both danger and temptation.

Not able to give him a proper answer, you nodded, you couldn't stop staring at him. As the door of the elevator shuts, you shake your head breaking the spell.

Walking down the hallway, your steps echoed softly against the carpeted floor. As you approached your room, you stop in front of the door labeled 66, the numbers gleaming in a polished metallic finish. You insert the key into the lock and hears a satisfying click, signaling the entry. The door swings open, revealing a cozy space illuminated by a warm glow. The room welcomes you with a soft lighting, plush furnishings, and a sense of tranquility.

Closing the door behind you, you took a moment to soak in the ambiance. The comfortable bed, neatly arranged furniture, and the soft glow of the bedside lamp offered a sense of familiarity amidst the unfamiliar surroundings.

Leaving your shoes close to the door, you move towards the window, drawing back the curtains to reveal a breathtaking view of the city below. It was a breathtaking landscape. As you stand in the center of the room, your mind drifts back to the encounter in the elevator.

The memory of his presence, his touch, and the devilish smile he bestowed upon you linger in your thoughts, leaving you yearning for more.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the events that unfolded in the elevator replay in your mind, leaving you questioning the choices you had made.

What had just happened? Was it a leap towards new experiences or had you crossed a line you wasn't ready for? Is this what you truly wanted? Can you handle the consequences of your impulsive actions? Are you prepared for what awaits?

But you couldn't say "no" to him, the scent of his cologne enveloped your senses, you felt poisoned by it. There's no turning back now. You had agreed to let him come to your room.

The heat between your legs only grew as the memory of his fingers running through your body invaded your mind. You lied on the bed, you could still feel his fingers, so close to where you needed him. You wanted more, you needed more of him.

As the minutes tick by, you knew that he will be arriving soon. The anxiety weighs heavily on you, causing your palms to grow clammy and your heart to quicken its pace. The air in the room feels charged with a blend of excitement and nervous energy.

A softly knock on your door made you rise from the bed and straightens your posture. With a mixture of nervousness and anticipation you approaches the door. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you opens it to find him standing there, his enigmatic presence filling the doorway.

"Hello, sir... I wasn't sure if you would actually come." Your voice comes out in a hushed tone.

"Did you doubt me, little lamb? I told you I would find my way to your doorstep." He smirks, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief.

"I... I didn't expect this," you stammer, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness. You back slightly, allowing him to enter the room.

"Expectations can be limiting, mia cara. Sometimes it's better to let go and embrace the unknown." He shuts the door behind him, his presence overwhelming yet captivating.

"But what are we doing here? What does this mean?" your gaze shifts nervously, uncertainty lingering in your eyes.

He chuckles softly, his voice low and alluring. "Does everything need a meaning? Can't we simply surrender to the moment, allowing ourselves to explore the depths of desire?"

You bite your lip, the allure of his words tempting you to relinquish your inhibitions. "I... I don't know if I'm ready for this. It's all so new to me."

His expression softens, and he reaches out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face. "Fear and excitement often go hand in hand, mia cara. Sometimes the most beautiful moments are found on the other side of our comfort zones."

"And what if it all goes wrong?" your eyes search his face, searching for reassurance.

He lifts your chin with a finger, his gaze locking onto yours with intensity. "What could possibly go wrong, little lamb?" His body gets closer to yours. "Sometimes we have to take risks, even if they scare us. Life is too short to be bound by fear and what-ifs."

"Ok..." you murmur. You takes a deep breath, feeling a surge of determination welling up within you.

A knowing smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he leans closer, your faces inches apart. "That's the spirit, little lamb. Let's create a memory worth cherishing."

As your eyes lock in a powerful gaze, an electric current of anticipation fills the air. The room falls into a hushed silence, punctuated only by the sound of your breaths mingling. Without a word, you surrender to the magnetic pull drawing you two closer, yours lips yearning to meet.

Your mouths collide in a desperate and profound kiss. It starts softly, a gentle exploration of each other's lips, but quickly builds in intensity. The embrace deepens, your bodies pressed against one another, as your tongues intertwine in a dance of desire.

Lost in the heat of the moment, your inhibitions fade away. Every brush of your lips and every flicker of your tongues ignites a fire within, leaving you both breathless and consumed by the raw intensity, loosing yourselves in the taste and touch of one another.

You both are heavy breathing and moaning in each other's mouth. His hands are gripping your hips firmly, bumping your back against the wall and pressing his body onto yours, exploring every inch of it with his hands. You reach for his neck, desperately bringing him closer to you.

As your lips finally part, he left a soft lick on your lips as if he needed one last taste of you.

"That was just a taste, little lamb," he murmurs, his voice dripping with playful allure. "But there's so much more to explore." His hands now resting on your thighs, started to go up, lifting your dress delicately, reaching for the waistband of your panties, intertwining his fingers on it. A shiver runs down your spine. You meet his gaze, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Is that a promise?" you whispers, your voice laced with a newfound boldness.

"Oh, consider it a guarantee. We've only just scratched the surface, and I intend to delve deeper." His own smile widens, a devilish glint in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, his lips gently brushing against the delicate skin of your neck. You feel a shiver of pleasure course through your body, your senses heightened by the trail of kisses, in a mixture of tenderness and hunger.

You tilt your head to grant him better access, relishing in the exquisite sensation of his lips on your sensitive skin. Soft moans escape your lips as he explores the contours of your neck, your fingers instinctively find their way into his hair, tangling in the soft strands as you pull him closer, seeking an even deeper connection. He breaks away from your neck, his eyes locked with yours, filled with an unmistakable hunger.

"You know... little lamb, I'm a very religious man," he whispered. His hands pulling down the waistbands of your panties. "And as a religious man... I have to get on my knees sometimes."

He sinks to his knees before you, his gaze never leaving your face. You felt your panties reaching your ankles, your eyes locked onto his as he grabbed one of your legs resting it on his shoulder, in a instinctively move, your hand reaches for his head, holding onto his hair searching for balance.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a Papa, mia cara." He reaches out, his hands gently grasping yours, and brings them to his lips, pressing a reverent kiss upon your knuckles.

"A Pa- Papa!?" your voice stammers, you look at him, your eyes widen in shock and disbelief. "But... how is that possible? You were in the hotel lobby, you... you seemed so different. And the elevator..."

"Yes. I'm a Papa," he says, his voice carrying a weight of significance. "I am not just an ordinary man."

You remain speechless, your mind swirling with a mixture of awe, confusion, and curiosity. The enormity of the revelation begins to sink in, as you contemplate the implications of being entangled with someone of such esteemed position and responsibility.

"Don't worry, little lamb. I'm not the one you're used to hear about, I'm a totally different one."

"What do you mean?" you finally manage to ask, your voice tinged with vulnerability.

"That mia cara... You're about to discover." He nuzzled his face deep between your legs, his face got close to your core, you could feel his warm breath against it. You pull his hair, making him let out a pleasant moan.

At the moment he brushed his lips in your core, you let out a loud moan. One of his hands reaches for your leg on his shoulder grabbing it tight, while the another one goes straight to your slick folds.

"Oh... Little lamb..." he bite his lips. "You're so wet..." He says while he moves his fingers from your clit to your entrance, pressing on it, teasing, as if he would push in. But instead of it, he removes his hand between your legs, and lick his fingers, closing his eyes with a low grunt coming out of his mouth.

In a desperate move, his mouth is close to your throbbing core again, his eyes locked with yours, both of his hands holding on your thighs keeping you firm standing in front of him while his tongue reaches for your clit, causing you to whine. Moving your hand to the back of his head pushing him even closer to your core, you can't help but moan, calling for him by his position of authority.

"P- Papa...! Papa...! Papa..."

His hand left your thigh and went straight to your entrance, teasing it with his fingertips. His mouth and tongue continued to work around your clit, alternating between licking and sucking it. You felt like you were losing your mind with the warm and wet sensation of his mouth and tongue. It sent shivers down your spine, made your legs tremble, and caused your eyes to roll back multiple times. You no longer had control of your body; you were bewitched by him.

He stood up from his knees, his hand still teasing your entrance. He cupped your chin with his free hand, making you look at him. You could see his face was all messy around his mouth. The tones that were once separated were now forming a pale shade of grey. Sliding his tongue out, he licked around his mouth and bit his bottom lip. Your eyes locked in a heated gaze, the air thick with anticipation and desire. In a moment of overwhelming longing and with an impulsive act, you held the back of his neck and went in for a kiss. Your lips collided in a desperate, sloppy embrace. Your mouths moved with a raw intensity, your tongues intertwining in a dance of urgency and longing. Slowly he pushed his fingers inside of you making you to whine on his lips and craving your nails on his neck. You moved your hips as you felt him moving his fingers inside of you, slowly, in and out. Your bodies pressing together in a fervent embrace, the kiss keeping your lips molded together, exploring, tasting, and conveying a deep hunger. Your hand leaving his neck, went straight to his hand between your legs pressing his fingers deep inside of you as if you were begging for him to go faster.

Your lips parted, your ragged breaths mingled in the space between you both. "Ple...Please... Fa..." trying to say something, you looked at his eyes with a begging looking on them, still pressing his hand between your legs.

"Oh? What? Please what?"

"Please... Faster..." A devilish smile crept across his lips, spreading slowly until it consumed his face.

His fingers started to move faster in and out inside of you, curling his finger to hit that spot, making you reaching for his shoulder holding it tight. His eyes gleamed with an inner fire. The corners of his mouth curled upwards, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth, adding to the enigmatic allure that surrounded him.

"You want it like that, little lamb? Yes? You want me to go like that?" his voice held a wicked charm, drawing you deeper into his web of temptation.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

"Will you come, little lamb? Will you come for Papa?" his words caressed your senses, igniting a fire within you as he continued to weave his verbal enchantment. "If Papa keep going like this, the little lamb will cum on Papa's fingers?" each syllable was carefully chosen, designed to arouse and tease, leaving you hanging on his every word.

"Yes, Papa! I will!" As you reply to his question he removed his fingers inside of you.

"I don't think so, ragazza." he purred, his voice velvety and rich with innuendo. "Tell me, mia cara, how does it feel to be under the spell of my irresistible allure?" His hand reached the bulge on his pant, caressing it.

"Go... Good, sir." You closed your legs, pressing them together as you saw the large protuberance under his hand.

"Bene." He nodded as his hand unbuttoned his pants, uncovering his hardness. "Tell me, mia cara, don't you think Papa also deserve to be worshiped?" His words painted vivid pictures in your mind, igniting your imagination and fueling your desire as he stroked his length slowly.

"Yes." You replied already getting on his knees, but he stopped you holding your arm making you to get up.

"Come with me, cara." He said as his hand slid from your arm to your hand, grabbing it taking you with him to an armchair close to the window.

He sits on it looking at you standing still in front of him. "Take it off." He points to your dress tilting his hand.

You slowly start to pull up your dress above your head as he grabbed his erection pumping it looking at you, following your move with his eyes as you removed your dress throwing it away on the floor.

"Brava ragazza. You look so sinful for a little lamb of God," his eyes traveled every inch of your body making you feel exposed. You tried to cover your body with your hands making him give you a look of disapproval. "Fermati con questa stronzata! On your knees!"

You obeyed him by getting on your knees in front of him and resting your hands on his thighs. As you watched him still pumping his erection, you gave him an innocent yet malicious look and bit your bottom lip while looking at his hardness. You noticed a glistening liquid leaking from the tip and got your face close to it, pressing your lips on the tip and letting them get glossy from the liquid. He removed his hand, and you grabbed it with one of yours. He gently tangled his fingers in your hair, bringing your head a little closer to his erection. You licked your glossy lips from the glistening liquid and let out a soft moan.

"Cazzo!" His fingers firmly grabbed your hair as he closed his eyes twisting his head back.

As you licked the tip, he let out low pleasure noises. The grip on your hair tightened as he started to pull it, feeling you circle your tongue around it before you licked from the base to the tip and gave a hard suck. You slowly took him into your mouth, using your tongue around the length. You started to take him even deeper into your mouth, making him moan even louder.

"Merda! Who would think the little lamb of God could suck a cock like that?"

You begin to move your head up and down, taking all of him into your mouth. You gag a little as you reach the base, but you continue to listen to him moaning and cursing in an unknown language. You feel yourself getting wet, so you close your legs and press them together, letting out a moan around his hardness. You pull off him to catch your breath, noticing how dizzy he looks as he stares at you as if he's under your spell. As you delicately stroke his hardness with your hand, he starts to move his hips, thrusting against your hand. You take him back into your mouth, letting him thrust deep inside as the rhythm of his thrusts increases and he reaches the back of your throat.

"Stop! Merda! Come with me." He cupped your cheek, stopping you, pulling him out of your mouth. He quickly got up and took you by the hand, effortlessly lifted you off your feet and playfully tossed you onto the bed making you gasp, while your heart raced with anticipation. He began to undress, lowering his pants and kicking them away from him. He also unbuttoned his shirt and discarded it.

Your eyes locked with his, a mixture of vulnerability and eagerness reflected in your gaze. A mischievous grin played on his lips as he slowly approached. With a predatory grace, he climbed onto the bed. Each knee pressing into the soft mattress, he positioned himself above you. With a devilish smile playing on his lips, he leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours.

"Are you ready..." he asked in a whisper running his lips on yours. "Are you ready to let Papa tempt you to sin ?" he bit your lower lip gently and pulled it towards him, your lips parted away, sighing in pleasure by his words.

"You... you're such a tease." You said breathing heavily. His presence was intoxicating.

"Oh, mia cara, I do enjoy pushing your limits, seeing you unravel under my touch." His eyes traced the contours of your face, a flicker of anticipation danced in his gaze, a silent invitation for you to surrender to the intoxicating spell.

"You... drive me crazy... in the most exhilarating way."

Sliding his hand between your legs, his eyes pierced on yours, you feel him running his fingers through your dripping folds. You help yourself but whimper by his touch.

"It's all part of the game, dolce. The dance of pleasure and anticipation." His fingers getting close to your entrance applying a slight pressure into it.

"Oh... Fuck, Papa... Please" You moaned gasping for breath, grabbing in a firm fist the sheets on the bed.

"Oh, cara, I loved to hear you begging. The way your voice trembles with desire, it's music to my ears." Leaning in, his voice, a seductive whisper made you shiver, he traced a path of kisses along your neck.

"Please... don't hold back anymore... Please sir, fuck me."

Trailing his fingers down your body, teasingly slow, he gracefully shifted his position, lowering himself to sit on his ankle before you. He maintained an intense gaze, his eyes locked with yours as he started to slowly spread your legs, holding your thighs and pulling you towards him.

"Fuck? Is that what you want, mia cara? Little lamb wants to be fucked?" Stroking his hardness slackly close to your core, he rubs the tip of it on your clit, making you to softly arch your back whimpering.

"Yes, please! Fuck me, please. I can't wait anymore" With a firm yet gentle grip, he reached out and took hold of your arm, guiding you to his lap.

You could feel the warmth of his body enveloping you, the sensation of his arms encircling your waist. "Then fuck yourself." He grinned wickedly.

His words sent an electric wave of pleasure down your body igniting a fire inside of you. You reached for his member, adjusting it, lowered your body slowly sinking it inside of you. Feeling it stretching your walls, you let out a load moan as a little pain mixed with pleasure consumed you by the feeling of his member filling you deep inside.

Before starting your moves, you took a deep breath, moving your hips up and down to get used to his size. "Fuck! So big!"As you began to bounce your hips faster, a loud moan escaped your mouth, making him grunt.

He bit his lower lip, a devilish smile played upon his lips as he felt your movements. "Oh, what a dirty mouth, ragazza..." a low chuckle escapes his lips.

Your movements became faster on top of him, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Your moans mixed with his, creating a competition to see who could moan louder. The pleasure between your legs intensified as he stretched your walls, firmly hugging your waist and thrusting inside of you. He slammed his hips, causing your movements to become erratic as you let him take control of the rhythm.

"Oh... merda, you're to tight, mia cara." His words echoed in your mind, making you clench around him. You reached for his shoulders, resting your arms on them. "So tight and wet for me..."

"Fuu...ck... Pa... Papa... Feels so goo... good." You left his shoulders trailing with your fingertips a lightly path along his chest.

"Yeah? Does Papa feels good inside of your tight pussy?" You were only able to nod. "I want words, tell me how good my cock feels inside of you, say it." He imposed it with a husky voice.

"Is... So good... I'm... so cl-" Squeezing your eyes shut, you rested your head on his shoulder moaning in a low tone close to his ear.

He didn't let you finish and lifted you from his lap, carefully maneuvering you onto the bed." Don't you dare to come yet. I'm not done yet." He stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes tracing every curve and contour of your body, a hunger burning in his gaze. "Turn, put your hands and your knees on the bed."

You turned your back towards him, doing what he asked you to do. You felt his hands grabbing your hips pulling you close to him, without a warning he pushes his length inside of you starting to thrust inside of you. The sound of his hips colliding against yours echoed around the room.

"Bellissima cara, Hah... Sei davvera. You feel so good around my cock. You take me so well." He kept thrusting as your walls started to clench around him. "Merda, don't do it, ragazza, don't make yourself even tighter around my cock."

"Papa... Don't stop... Don't stop until you make me cum." You said smirking mischievously.

"Oh, little lamb, you're such a ragazza birichina, aren't you?"He used one of his hands to lower your back while continuing to thrust inside of you. "I'll make you cum for me, naughty little lamb of mine." You could feel him going deeper inside you, hitting the perfect spot. The rhythm only grew more intense as he felt your insides twitching around his length. His hand left your back and went to the heat between your legs, reaching for your clit. His fingers moved faster, massaging it.

"I'm not a-!" before you could finish the sentence, your walls clenched around him once again bringing a intense orgasm and a loud moan. You couldn't stop twitching around his member as your orgasm continued to run the full length of him. He didn't stop with his moves, he leaned his body on top of yours, kissing your shoulder. His hand reached for your hair grabbing a good amount of the locks of your hair pulling your head back, exposing your neck leaving a hard suck on it.

"Yes, cara, you came so good on my cock!" He aligned his body behind you leaving your clit, holding your waist strongly with both of his hands. The tightness of your walls was too much for him to handle. "You're so good, your pussy feels so good, cazzo, mia cara! I'm going to-" He pulls his member out, stroking it faster before finish himself on your lower back, his moans filling the room as you felt a heat hitting your back.

You collapsed onto the bed, his hands supporting himself on the sides of your body. Both of you were breathing heavily, and no words were spoken. He lay beside you, looking at you while you tried to recover your senses. His hand rested on your back, delicately and slowly caressing it. His face got closer to yours, and he left a soft peck on your lips.

"Stay here," you nodded as he got up and went to the bathroom, quickly returning with a towel in his hand. He approached you and cleaned your lower back. You smiled at him, letting out a sigh. After he finished cleaning you, he went back to the bathroom and returned, lying on your side.

"Thank you." You smiled feeling him passing his arm around your waist bringing you close to him.

"I just realized that I didn't tell you my name." His hand rested on your face, cupping your cheek and caressing it.

"Yes, sir. You didn't," you closed your eyes, feeling his touch lying your head on his chest.

"You can call me as Terzo. What about you? What is your name... little lamb?" He said it in a playful tone.

Grammar ⸻

(Mia) Cara - (My) dear Merda! - Shit! Sii attenta! Guarda dove vai, bella! - Pay attention! Look where you are going, pretty! Nessun problema, bella ragazza - No problem, pretty girl Mi scusi principessa, buonanotte - Excuse me princess, goodnight Sì? - right? Sei sicura di quella? Sembri un agnello debole di Dio, piccola. - Are you sure about that ? You look like a weak lamb of God, little girl. Ma certo che no, mi dispiace... - Of course not, I'm sorry... Bellissima cara, Hah... Sei davvera - Beautiful dear, Hah... You're so good. Cazzo! - Fuck! Dolce - Sweet Ragazza birichina - Naughty girl Brava ragazza - Good girl Fermati con questa stronzata - Stop with this bullshit Bene - Good

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uhgood-girl · 6 months

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i haven't had a chance to fully form this thought yet so bear with me while i explore my own brain but my immediate response to this is i think two things can be true at the same time.

this is me playing devil's advocate with both you and myself, tbh. if you do not enjoy borderline pedantic over thinking, i recommend you turn back now.

i watched the entirety of standing next to you with my jaw on the floor. beyond seeing jk in what i would consider to be the epitome of his element, the arrival of all that experience and hard work and raw talent finely honed, culminating in the absolute pop perfection that is both that song and performance... well, i've made a joke on here before about my brains inability at this stage to not insert jikook into things. i could maybe help it if i wanted to (i can stop at anytime, says the alcoholic 🥴) but i don't want to because i'm having fun and i've made friends with the brain worms. they're my brain worms, who are you take them from me.

i have also mentioned jikook being it's own form of pattern recognition drug for mine, obviously, and probably other's more neuro-spicy tendencies. once you have seen and unlocked the code, it's really hard to turn the goggles off.

so let's talk about patterns. what is a pattern? a pattern is lmao no, i'm kidding, i don't think i need to define this for you but i guess when i say pattern here i'm referring to what a lot of people often call coincidences. (have i lost you already bc of this word? i know people throw it around often here, but again, bear with me) coincidences can become patterns if they repeat enough. how many coincidences does it take to form a pattern? three, i believe, is the universally accepted number but that feels so small when i type it out, much less think about it, tbh. but i suppose in the discourse of coincidences, something that reoccurs without apparent connection, (traveling strangers who keep ending up in the same cities together, you and your friend always texting each other at the exact same time, two people in a band who keep mysteriously referencing things that connect them in a particular sort of light) bc of the unlikelieness of their serendipitous nature, it makes more sense. and because i want to discuss this in a more tangible form and i believe humans to be meddling by nature, i think coincidences become patterns, beyond the number three, when intent enters the equation.

was that a very long way to say that despite the fact that jk didn't write any of the lyrics himself and is quoted in the article above as telling people to not take things too literally that i'm still going to intuit some autobiographical meaning from them? well, yes. i guess so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

because ✨context✨(glass closet and comp het in particular). a context that i fully admit i am abscribing to the situation myself but if you're reading this i assume you're already in this boat with me, it's your context too, at least tangentially (GUILTY, your honor) by association. the entirety of any jikook argument has to exist in this space and to have gotten here at all required taking some liberties, a certain reading between the lines that is a tightrope of wanting to respect what someone says outloud and at face value while being aware few things are ever black and white (minus the infamous couple in question bah bum tiss 🥁).

if it feels different to you bc it's something he explicity expressed, that's totally fair. i've been back and forth about it a few times myself and maybe i'll feel differently tomorrow. but rn, this is where i'm at and this is all just spitballing at the end of the day, no?

in an attempt to not be accused of only picking and choosing the lyrics that suit my (gay) agenda, it feels worth pointing out that the lines i find applicable to jikook are not literal. as in while i fully believe jk could probably do anything he set his big, beautiful heart out to do, leaving someone's body golden like the sun and moon is unlikely. ( the jikook relevance is in it's choice, why that particular metaphor) and despite being more in the realm of possibility, i don't really believe he's fucking seven days a week either. his agreeance to the use of female pronouns in some songs and even the women in his music videos are a. the comp het standard for this worldwide pop boy takeover (inarguably) and b. don't automatically negate any potential underlying queerness of the artist himself. so when he sings she (is there even anything in the lyrics beyond the pronoun itself that could only refer to a cis woman? hell, does "she" only have to refer to a cis woman in this day and age? jimin is v in touch with his anima these days, don't kink shame :P) I'm taking that as an artistic liberty the same way I'm taking something like it's deeper than the rain. and the latter rain line only stands out to me because, again, broader context.

he didn't write any of the song lyrics but he was there for every step of the production and still approved what actually made it on to the album. he didn't write there for you, the song in gcf tokyo either but i dare you to go find a jikook argument about that video that doesn't list that song and its lyrics as evidence. he didn't write them but it's definitely something he cares about and is very aware of. i doubt anything was chosen without some degree of thought. which brings us full circle back to coincidences vs patterns and intent.

do i think the lyrics a lot of us collectively recognized as jikook coded, even if you respectfully don't want to read that far into it, were a coincidence this late in the game? ain't no way lmao. our jikook roads are paved with these sort of "coincidences." you think they weren't apart of the appeal? helped boost it right to main track status? maybe if it had just been the lyrics, without any of the imagery in the video (i would love to know how much creative direction he had here too, i hope we find out) to back it up, but between that not straight red line of fate, the black swan like wings, the dancing in front of the sun painting, the two households, both alike in dignity, in fair verona where we lay our scene aka the forbidden love vibes, etc. - it's too much for this sad little hyper-fixated romantic queer, personally lol.

so, i think two things can be true at the same time! i'm sure a lot of the songs and their implications have no autobiographical meaning to them beyond a universally relatable conversation and narrative about love, i do believe him. i think based on all the responses and feedback his first releases got, making a statement such as the one in the article was a good? pr move if nothing else too and definitely in line with what we have come to expect around an industry that bts is both sort of moving away from but still restricted by at this stage. if you've read any of my other ramblings so far on this site, you'll know i operate from a place of the more smoke screen around all this (this being a potential romantic relationship between jikook) the better, bc at the end of the day i want all of bts more than anything safe, happy, and free to pursue whatever creative fancy they can dream. them building a level of plausible deniability into this sort of stuff protects them. i will remain a broken record on that point.

but bc of the larger context of jikook as a whole and my belief that jk is both clever and also a romantic at heart, i'm going to take these crumbs and go. 🚗💨 i'm not in any sort of who can be the more superior, rational delulu competition, we're all in our own little clown cars no matter your chosen dressings until proven otherwise. that's the nature of this whole shebang, bby. 🤠👉👉

def feel free to come respectfully argue with me though, i'm never here to convince anyone but i enjoy these conversations and i love other people's perspective. are you ignoring the standing next to you jikook bait?

#jikook #kookmin #she's back at it again folks #got a taste of being loud and now doesn't know how to shut up #in this essay i

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the-grand-gemini · 4 months

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Wyll Ravengard thoughts/writing prompt:

Wyll's identity is so heavily focused on his father, which absolutely makes sense given his upbringing with only the one parent, but that doesn't mean sometimes Wyll never wonders what his life would be like if she'd been there. He doesn't necessarily miss his mother as he never had her, but there are moments of "what if". What would father be like, would his expectations have been the same, would his mother have stopped him from being sent away, would she have come with him if Ulder would not let him remain in Baldur's Gate, would she too have cast him out, would she have written to him after he left the Gate, would she make father stay in touch too? Wyll carries a sense of loss and nostalgia he has no means of placing. His mother is an empty shadow in his mind.

Which brings me to this: I can't get the idea out of my head that after Wyll is transformed he feels he's lost part of the gift that his mother gave him. Specifically his eyes. Are Ulder Ravengard's eyes also brown like Wyll's? Probably, but maybe Wyll's eyes were the same shade of brown his mother's were... He had already lost one during battle, and now his remaining eye has been touched by the Hells.

The scene that made me think of this is when Karlach is mourning the loss of the heart that her mother gave her. I feel like Wyll is still probably in relative shock over his changed form and is experiencing body dysmorphia. He would hear Karlach's words and suddenly have another moment of heart break. A thought that had not sat with him yet while too busy trying to adjust to his new form and survive their adventure. The gift that his mother gave him has been corrupted and it's his fault.

(Not that it's actually his fault given that he was a teenager when forced to take Mizora's deal, but you can't tell me Wyll doesn't feel guilty at times for "failing" to meet his father's expectations and internalized that sense of shame)

Even though he's never really met his mother as she passed before he could know her, he feels another level of loss. The body she died giving to him has been altered, the eye(s) in the mirror watching him are no longer his mother's. Maybe one day there will be some relief. His changed body is a means of stepping out of the shadow of who his father expected him to be. But for now there is loss and mourning a gift given by someone he never knew.

I just feel like Wyll doesn't get as much writing and we don't really get to deeply explore the horror of having your body altered without your consent! Which thematically everyone in the party is desperately trying to avoid having their body altered via the illithid tadpol! What we do get are a few brief lines saying that we are sorry and that he's still himself (as well as very handsome if not more so because... horns 👀💦).

I need to read about Wyll mourning himself and accepting his new body. Confronting his father for abandoning him in a time of need. Remembering his father choosing his duty to the city over his duty to him as his child. I mean he could have retired! He and Wyll could have moved to the country OR travelled the coast together fighting for others! However that didn't happen and I feel like a bigger discussion is needed before healing that bond.

You can't tell my young Wyll Ravengard, who loves his father so much he already forgave him the moment he was cast out, didn't cry his heart out alone under the night sky the first time he was on his own. That he doesn't suppress those emotions constantly, because yes he doesn't regret sacrificing himself to protect the people of Baldur's Gate, but that doesn't mean he doesn't weep knowing his father's love was conditional.

I need a discussion where he worries that Tav may choose to leave him someday if he cannot meet their expectations. He knows its unfounded, but the hurt inside himself remains.

I want to see Wyll struggle with his changed body and rediscover himself. Either with the support of a romanced Tav or just the entire team as a supportive found family there to help him.

If anyone wants to use this as a writing prompt please go ahead and tag me if you do so I can read it!

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maddsmallow · 10 months

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finally!!! my month and a half late dutp mermay pic is DONE. i have a whole, like, story idea for this pic, which you can read here on my twitter! EDIT: fuck twitter, i deleted it, so the story idea is now under the cut if you're interested! i think signy and audwin from time princess' swan lake story can work really well with a mermaid twist on their characters. also i just want mermaid audwin and human signy to smooch a lot uwu

also. nothin' like drawing mermaids to kick your ass into figuring out how tf to draw water lmaooo

the story goes something like this: signy is the daughter of some rich guy and they've always been by the ocean (maybe the company has something to do with the ocean?), and i haven't quite figured out what he does, but either he or uncle arthur start getting into some shifty shit and maybe get into offshore oil drilling, or something that will hardcore pollute the water. she's expected to take over whatever the company is, but she doesn't give a shit and like, just wants to be a marine biologist. she has her own boat (bc rich people privileges) and often goes out into the water to just get away from it all and chill, and maybe she does some diving to look at the fish and coral n stuff. idk how any of this works irl lmao. but anyways, audwin has been watching her for a while, because humans are very interesting, before she finally spots him. after freaking out, she decides to keep him a secret because even as a marine biologist or whatever, she knows a find this big would be more dangerous to the merman himself than beneficial for any research. so she goes out to their meeting spot to hang out with him most days, and even though they cant communicate, she talks to him and he seems to understand. he brings her gifts and she brings him human stuff to look at. eventually she says something like, "i wish we could talk, i so badly wish to know more about you," and audwin's like. welp that's enough consent for me. so he uses his magic to turn her into a mermaid. and of course she FREAKS but then she's like!! oh fuck!! we can talk now! i can explore without needing air!! tell me and show me EVERYTHING. so they explore and they talk. audwin explains, a bit vaguely, about how he "doesn't belong with the rest of the mer people" even though they are a social species, so having to fend for himself for his whole life has left him a bit scrawny and, while he would have been riddled with scars from having to fight with other creatures on his own, has become very good at magic to defend himself. and now that they can understand each other and have an actual mutual conversation, audwin's like. oh heck. i like this girl a lot (assuming he didn't already consider her his mate because of the constant exchange of gifts).

just before she's about to be like okay this was fun but i gotta get back to my life on land, they spot a body floating in the water, and before audwin can pull her back signy goes to it and pulls the unconscious man to the shore and performs cpr and brings him back. he looks weirdly like audwin. she can't speak in any human language anymore (mermaids in this universe don't have the right vocal chord structure or whatever to speak human language), having taken the form of a mermaid, but he seems to understand what she's saying anyways? how could that be? she turns to audwin for an explanation and he's like, yeah so uh, the magic i used to give you a tail actually just swapped your human parts for another mer person's mermaid parts. so i guess this is the guy you swapped with and he's actually a mermaid, so he knows what you're saying. and signy is of course PISSED she's like this random other mermaid dude coulda died just for me to have a bit of fun?? that's fucked dude. and audwin's like, "why would i give a shit when i was cast out as a baby from the rest of mermaid society? YOU are my only friend." and then the other guy, who introduces himself as aldous (and i guess a side effect of audwin's magic is that he can fluently speak english or whatever now lmao), is like. yeah that's cool and all but, this is actually terrible fucking timing. some dude just came into my kingdom and is fucking everything up hardcore and i need to be there to fight him off. but even if audwin switched their tail/legs back, aldous would be too weak from, yknow, almost dying from drowning to actually fight whoever is fuckin shit up. so signy is like ME AND AUDWIN WILL DO IT and before audwin can even say anything, she grabs her cell phone from her shorts (let's just assume her clothes are on her boat and the boat is nearby lmao) and has aldous call her friend ben (the guard from the story!) and relay a message to him to meet her at the shore. he does and he sees the situation, and with aldous translating, signy tells ben to take care of this random dude she found on the beach. "dont ask questions its just REALLY IMPORTANT." and he's like. fuck okay sure. and just before signy and audwin go off to see what's going on with the mer kingdom, aldous gives audwin a pendant that will grant him access inside no matter what. every mer person has a pendant that has magic to allow them into their respective kingdom, but aldous had always had two of them, a gold and green one and a silver and purple one, and he feels that maybe the purple one belongs to audwin.

so aldous goes with ben to ben's place to rest and recoup, and signy and audwin go to the kingdom to see what their deal is. i dunno what's going on there, i haven't quite figured it out, but basically the king, aldous' (and audwin's) dad, is losing his marbles and made some kind of pact with a human who ends up being signy's dad or uncle, but then her dad/uncle was just going to betray the agreement and kill them all for access to an oil drilling spot? i dunno. but i have a scene in my head where they hide in what seems to be some kind of abandoned prison with one cell, and there ends up being one mer woman in there who ends up calling audwin's name when she sees him. audwin is shocked, and approaches carefully, and she cries while she explains she's so happy to see him alive and well. she tells him that his father separated him from his family just a bit after she'd birthed him and her brother because he was certain he was going to fulfill some kind of prophecy and overthrow him, and then he cast her into prison because she was so heartbroken that she was deemed "mad." the king brought up aldous as an only child with no memory of his twin brother or his mother, but always had an inkling that something was missing because of the second pendant he'd always had, which was given to him as a baby by their mother before she was taken away. audwin despairs at the fact that his mother and the life he should have had were ripped away from him by one man, and hugs his mother tight before swearing to take the king down.

some big climax happens and they take down the mer king and throw him in the cell that used to house the queen (cuz im not creative enough to come up with a non-prison sentence even tho fuck prisons and also acab irl), who then takes her rightful place back at the throne, and they also take down signy's dad/uncle or whatever, i dunno, i haven't figured this shit out yet lmaoo. but anyways, they sort it all out and they fall in love n all that shit. audwin speaks to his mother and tells her, he's never belonged to mer society and trying to integrate now would majorly suck, especially without signy at his side, who has to go back to land to give aldous his mer body back. he'd rather be by signy's side, separated by land and ocean, than not be near her at all. she's his one true friend. his mother understands, and bestows a new pendant to signy that, when worn, will allow her to understand the mer language even as a human, and allow her back into mer society should they ever return. they go back to the surface and they get ben and aldous back to the shore and audwin swiches signy and aldous' human and mer bodies back. it's a sad occassion. signy doesn't want to leave audwin behind in the water, and it's clear that aldous and ben have developed some kind of feelings for each other (do i have aldous and the guard fall in love in every dutp swan lake story i've ever thought up? YES). ben suddenly pipes up and is like, audwin switch with me!! and everyone else is like HUH?? ben explains that he doesn't really have anything in the human world to miss, he's not leaving behind much [insert some kind of tragic story for ben that i haven't thought up yet], and if they switch, they can both be with the people they want to spend their lives with. so they switch. audwin becomes a human and ben a merman, and then signy's like. welp, guess i don't need this anymore, and gives ben her pendant. they're all smiles and hugs, and then before they say goodbye and leave, audwin turns to aldous and says, "hey, say hi to mom for me." and aldous, who doesn't know they're brothers, is like WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED WHILE I WAS GONE--

and anyways. aldous gets to meet his mother (who will know exactly what happened with signy and auwdin the second she sees ben with her pendant and it makes her smile) and stay with ben who adapts to mer society fairly easily, and audwin gets to stay with his best friend and love in the human world. signy's dad's company tanks which she is glad for, and maybe she and audwin use the money she has to open up some kind of ocean clean-up project or something. standard cheesy barbie-like plot haha. wham bam, signy x audwin mermay story

will i ever write it? nope. if anyone wants to yoink this idea, go ahead! just credit me (and also @ me so i can read it hehe) !!!

i based the boat off of this pic of a greenline 39 yacht

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