#Curses be upon ye/j

[im-a-chunky-potato]

i sob in grief. i mourn for days. the world is dull. i long for your chaos to re-emerge.

(exaggeration)

pffft you will 100% regret saying that

Anyways have chuuya as chuuya!

#Unlike SOME PEOPLE I had to go to school #Curses be upon ye/j

[nevadas-night-time-novelist]

TIL Hank can be a shortened form of Henry.

Henry J. Wimbleton.

#Don't like this #hank #hank j wimbleton #madcom #madness combat #im cursed with this now you are too #woe plague be upon ye

[mochiwrites]

For the ask game/prompt, mayhaps #1 with Scarian? Could be in canon, one of your AUs, or any other AU you think of lol, no preference ☺️

01. Touch starved/cuddle curse (put that guy in a situation!)

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"How in the world have you managed this, Scar?!" Grian's indignant voice exclaims, echoing in the small space of Scar's train car. The avian looks down at the man currently pouting at him, a sheepish expression on his face.

"I-I don't know! Joel just gave me this potion thingy and -- and said it would be good for bonding with cOW!" As he speaks, he makes a grabbing motion for Grian, his pout morphing into a pleading look.

Grian pointedly takes a step back from Scar's outreaching arms, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Trusting Joel was your first mistake," he mumbles, sucking in a breath.

"He's a trustworthy fellow!" Scar retorts, "Besides, I don't see what's so bad about this arrangement... all I want to do is cuddle with you."

"That's exactly the problem, Scar!" The feathers of Grian's wings fluff up as he stares at his husband with a firm look. "I have building I have to do! Shops to set up, permits to not do! I also promised Gem I'd help her out with something in a few hours. I can't just stay here with you all day."

Scar's pleading expression only becomes stronger, his green eyes looking shiny as he stares up at Grian from where he sits on his head. "Please, lovebird? Just for a little bit?" He makes another grabbing motion for Grian, who finds his resolve rapidly crumbling the longer he looks at Scar.

"Nuh uh mister, I know exactly how this sort of thing goes. We both know it won't just be 'for a little bit,'" he answers. Grian's making any desperate attempts at keeping his denial firm.

But... he could just tell Gem he'd be around tomorrow. And it's not like the Permit Office is really ever open. They're only sometimes there to help anyway. And he still hasn't come up with any ideas for his mushroom stem shop.

"I promise this time I'll stick to it! Only a few hours, I swear on my hat!" Scar exclaims, eagerly nodding.

"Where have I heard that one before," Grian mumbles under his breath, fondness written into each and every word. He lets out a little sigh, "Alright, alright, fine. But only for a few hours! Let's hope this... cuddle affliction has run its course by then."

He takes a step toward Scar, and the moment he's close enough, a hand jumps out to grab hold of his wrist. Grian yelps as he's pulled right into Scar's lap, arms slinging around his waist. He steadies himself by gripping Scar's shoulders, finding the love of his life grinning at him.

"You should know I always want to cuddle with you." Scar shoots him a cheeky little wink, making Grian roll his eyes, a small smile upon his lips. "You just fit in my arms so perfectly!"

"Maybe that's just because you're a giant," Grian huffs, getting settled in Scar's hold. He moves to lay his head on Scar's shoulder, tucking it within the crook of his neck. "You're like one big teddy bear."

Scar squeezes him lightly, one of his hands moving to rest against the small of his back, right in between his feathers. The contact leaves Grian melting right into him with a content noise. "Am I a cute teddy bear?"

Grian snorts at him.

"It's the most important question I've ever asked you next to proposing, Grian!" Scar gasps in return, a serious look in his eyes. His green eyes sparkle with mirth, and pressed against him like this, Grian can feel the way his chest rumbles with hidden laughter. "I have to know if I'm a cute teddy bear!"

"Yes Scar," Grian sighs fondly, pulling back to hold the man's face in his hands, "you're a very cute teddy bear." He accentuates his response with a kiss to Scar's nose, "Although Jellie is cuter."

Scar makes some kind of ecstatic noise, pulling Grian down into bed as he rolls onto his side. Grian squawks at the sudden action, just narrowly avoiding his wings getting squished. "But of course! No one is cuter than Jellie. You come in a close second place though."

If it were anyone but Jellie, Grian would have complained.

Instead, he snuggles in close to Scar, wrapping a wing around him as they fall into a comfortable silence. Scar's arms are secure around him, and Grian thinks he'd be fine with laying here all day, wrapped in his husband's arms.

"Remember Scar, only for a few hours."

"Right, right! Only a few hours. Or until this cuddle curse goes away!"

(They go well over 'a few hours' together. Grian's communicator pings a few times, but it sounds almost silent over the pair's easy breaths as they sleep.)

#mochi speaks #mochi writes #scarian #hermitshipping #secret husbands au #ask game #I needed domestic silly married scarian #I need to write them being married more often

[va-3]

They're Injured

Masterlist

Joker:

Joker was always being hunted, shot at, and chased in car chases. Yes, you were always with him, and it technically was your job to sacrifice your life for his if it eventually came to such a point, but Mr. J had switched the roles. A gunfight had broken out in Mr. J's club. You'd repeated yourself at least ten times, yelling at Mr. J to get him to either leave or get down. Instead, he managed to switch roles and send you rolling under a table to watch him get shot in the shoulder. It goes to say that you were as pissed as you were worried, seeing that your greeting to him later was a sharp punch to the stomach followed by a passionate kiss. 

Captain Boomerang:

Digger was used to being in the line of fire, and was less than worried when he took a shot to the leg in a less than pleasant robbery. You, on the other hand, upon discovery of his wild adventure and injury, panicked in the most subtle way possible. Unfortunately, subtle in your dictionary was drive over to his house at 2am, kick down the door, scold him, and then proceed to break down crying. 

Deadshot:

In his line of work it was not unusual for him to be hunted in return, as was the occasional "battle-wound". You, on the other hand, found yourself worrying more than you should've. Death was a difficult enemy of mortals, not you, therefore you were entitled to the worry and fear that accompanied the blossoming of your relationship. Needless to say, you had him on a house lock-in for quite some time after his shoulder had been shot clean through. (snuggles were very much included)

El Diablo:

Injuries in battle were hard to avoid, as were near death experiences. You watched in horror as Chato shoved the ancient being towards the location of a lethally powerful charge. When it went off, you were nowhere to be found for a good few seconds. The team was confused until they heard you sobbing from behind the blasted ground, cradling an unconscious, severely injured, but alive Chato.

Killer Croc:

Waylon, bruised an battered after the battle with Enchantress, was pleasantly surprised when you body-slammed/bear-hugged him to near death. You'd never been so worried in your entire life, and although the injuries he sustained were little, your entire being was telling you he was gonna die. It was hard to explain that he was okay through your mix of blubbering and cursing. 

Harley Quinn:

When Harleen freed you from your solitary-confinement room, she was not herself. You were happy to see her, but the joy was quickly overrun with worry when you spotted the two burn marks on either side of her temple left behind by what you knew was electroshock. Concerned, you questioned her like an officer would a criminal until she gave out and let you tend to her wounds before fleeing the cursed institution(no regrets there). 

June Moone:

June's well being meant everything to you, any moment you felt she was in danger you try your hardest to keep her from it. But mental damage was something you could not fight, or shoot. June was tormented nightly by the dangerous being using her as a vessel, and it broke you to know that you could not do anything about it. Instead, you did your best to comfort her: held her close, calmed her with kisses, and gave her the love she needed to mend her broken soul. With your love, June felt the power to face anything. 

Enchantress: 

The mortal soldier held your love's heart in his hands, threatening to crush everything you loved for something he loved. When she refused, your eyes flashed with panic. The soldier began to crush her heart, causing her to shriek with unbelievable pain. Terrified of losing the only person who saw you as a blessing, you snatched the heart from the soldier in a bolt of light. In the flash of light, time slowed around you, giving you just enough time to sway Enchantress' spirit from the human girls body and into one you summoned from your own power. You and your lover backed away from the mortal and his human lover, happy to be safe.

Next

#suicide squad x reader #suicide squad preferences #joker x reader #joker suicide squad #joker #harley quinn x reader #harley quinn #deadshot x reader #deadshot #enchantress x reader #enchantress dc #enchantress #june moone x reader #diablo suicide squad #diablo x reader #killer croc x reader #killer croc dc #captain boomerang x reader #digger harkness #captain boomerang #rick flag #suicide squad #va-3

[illogicallyx]

𝗠𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲

pairing: yuji itadori x fem!reader

content: in which you and yuji go on a impromptu movie date.

a/n: please listen to summertime in paris by WILLOW for the accurate vibes of this fic xoxo.

literally fought with major writer's block so ignore any grammatical errors my proof reader is too busy snoring :( will come back to fix whatever's weird when she wakes up.

also THIS FOR YOU BAE!! <3 @affogetou

"who's gonna go watch earthworm man 4 with me?"

the question has just barely rose in the air when its met with immediate rejection.

rejection in the form of both his friends turning away from him with their own respective excuses.

"im going back to the dorms" megumi turns around first, already dialing ijichi's phone number while walking away.

"i am gonna go shopping." nobara turns to the staircase that lead to the shopping plaza and races up to get away from him as soon as possible.

and just like that, they run away from him. traitors!

yuji places his hands at his hips and pouts at their blatant refusal to watch the movie with him before it hits him - he has you, the realisation has him blushing and smiling, his beautiful girlfriend.

yes! she'd definitely watch it with me. he thinks to himself before pulling out his phone and walks towards the cinema. a lovesick smile already forming on his face when he opens the messaging app and finds your contact on top.

as he's typing up the text to send you, his peripheral vision catches the sight of a flower shop, his smile widens.

[♡]

you were on your way to the dorms after getting rid of a curse when your music stops and your phone buzzes in your lap indicating you got a message.

you look away from the window of the car to pick up your phone. your heart skips a beat in happiness when you see its yuji, quickly you send a reply back.

yuji <3: babyyyyyyyyy >:(

you: hi babyyyy <333 what's with the sad face?

yuji <3: nobara and megumi won't watch earthworm man 4 with me >:((

you: oh no :( those traitors!!

yuji <3: EXACTLY WHAT I THOT TOO!!

yuji <3: and then i thought that if they wont go ITS FINE. my sweet girl will, right?

you: ...

yuji <3: BABY!!

you: OKAY OKAY

you: where are u rn? send the location

yuji sends you the location, and you tell nitta to turn around and head to the shopping plaza in the opposite direction.

you get out of the car after reaching the place and the first thing you see is yuji tumbling towards you with a bouquet of flowers. the sight brings out the biggest smile on your face upon seeing the boy.

when yuji reaches you, he quickly gets down on one of his knee with his head bowed and the hand holding the flowers raised high - peonies and daisies, towards you "these are for you, my lady" he says dramatically although you assume the heavy breathing is from his run. you laugh out loud at his antics, taking the flowers from him "why thank you, handsome" you reply back while curtsying, returning the same energy in your theatrics.

you smell the flowers with a smile on your face while you watch yuji get up to his full height, his smile mirroring yours. you create distance between you and the flowers when he reaches to you to hold you in an embrace, both of you swaying side to side.

"thank you for agreeing to this" he says after releasing you from the hug, his eyes shining in adoration at your smile.

you nod "anything for my handsome boyfriend" and stand on your tip toes to place a kiss on his cheek, laughing at the way his eyes widen before they crinkle when he laughs at his own surprise along with you.

"lets go! the movie will start soon and we need to get snacks before it does!" he says turning towards the cinema with your hand in his.

he explains the basic knowledge about the movie to you so you aren't left confused during it while you both wait in line for the snacks and you smile to yourself, proud of yourself for sucking up to watch the movie you have no interest in.

if watching that worm movie with you is what gets him happy enough to literally jog towards the auditorium with you in tow, then you will gladly suck it up everytime.

#yuji itadori x reader #yuji itadori fluff #yuji itadori x reader fluff #jjk yuji itadori #jjk fluff #jjk #yuji x reader #jjk x reader #itadori yuuji #yuuji itadori x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen yuji #yuji itadori x you #yuuji itadori x you #yuji itadori x y/n #yuuji itadori x y/n #yuji itadori fanfics #yuji itadori fanfiction #yuuji itadori fanfics #yuuji itadori fanfiction

[kyruskumiho27]

Warnings: •Killing • death •fluff •enemies to lovers •idiots to lovers

Summary: a bond is broken. ( you=pink/ Sukuna=red) lot of yapping in this before it gets to the actual fluff. Not related to the other one, had an idea and didn’t like how that one came out so this is a better, newer improved version.

“What a shame…” you muse, gazing at the man with soft eyes. “What a shame we’re not meant to be..”

He grunts, cocking his head at you. He’s made no attempt to approach you, to even attack you for that matter. His warmth radiates off his skin, shoulders squared like they’re prepared for a fight.

“We could be…” He looked so utterly confident in himself, like he couldn’t imagine anything else could possibly be more difficult.

You quirk a brow. “We’ve been at this longer than expected, longer than imagined.” You snort.

“It could be destiny, why not break our chains and-“

“We are enemies, no?” You interrupt, tilting your head. He grins. “Can enemies not love?”

What a joke. A joke and silly game he’s playing to try and weaken me. And what if he’s right.“There is bo rule saying enemies can’t be lovers… in fact, I think you humans romanticize it.”

“Do you love me Sukuna, truly?”

The question causes him to pause, brows furrowed. Love? How could he love someone, him, a curse. The king of curses.

“I care for you.” He says bluntly, unwilling to admit that he might be, maybe in lo-

“Yet you desire to kill me.”

He rolls his eyes. That is not what he was talking about. But yes. He did want to kill you. For centuries on end it’s been this back and forth between you two. An angel of light fighting the King of curses. And yet, no matter how close he gets, you always manage to slip away.

You giggle to yourself. “Maniac.” His eyes widen in amusement. He could listen to your laughs all day.

Your puffs of air as you try not to admit to yourself that you enjoy the Kings company. Why haven’t you killed him yet? The answer slips past your mind, you can never remember. You were made to destroy him, yes. But you never do so when given the chance.

“You are lonely.” You say, staring at Sukuna. He nods.

“It’s a never ending cycle, never ending battle. I catch you but you always manage to escape. We are doomed for eternity.”

“I am right here.”

“You are.”

So close and yet so far. A slight frown appears on his far. “Just out of my reach.” He sniffs, cracking his back as he gazes upon you.

The definition of beauty and grace.

“Why is that? I am right here.” He huffs.

“I am aware.”

You glare at him. He’s avoiding your questions and your starting to get annoyed. “Why?”

He scowls. “You know damn well why.” He snaps, teeth bared in frustration. That is not a straight answer. You stare at him blankly, frowning.

The truth seems just out of your reach. No matter how hard you try to concentrate, it’s never revealed. Strange. “Kuna.” You call softly. He melts a little inside at the name. Only you’re allowed to say it. To refer to him with such endearment in your voice. He’s most definitely in love. He looks at you.

“Kuna, something is wrong.”

Oh how he longs to touch you, to feel you in his grasp.

“Very wrong.” Your brows scrunched up.

He wants to hold you, to caress you as he crushes you. He wants you to die by his hands, and his hands only.

“The bond..” he breathes, he wants to fuck you, he wants to kiss you and love you and make you his.

Mine. All fucking mine.

You stare at him still, he rolls his eyes once again.

“The bond.” He emphasizes, only to realize you have not one clue what he’s referring to. Have you really forgotten?

“A vow, my dear, a vow I promised centuries ago. To not lay a single finger on you…” You nod like you understand. You do not understand. He sighs. Did she really forget? “Unless…”

“Unless?” He smirks.

Like he’s got you trapped.

“Come closer.” He orders. You almost laugh. “Hwhat?” He scowls at you. “Come closer.”

Oh this is rich. This is fucking hilarious. “Closer, to you. No.” He wants to kill you so bad. “This is not a joke little on-“

“Don’t call me that.”

“This is of serious importance and I demand-“

“Why?”

He heaves a big and dramatic sigh. Why must she be so stubborn? Do you not love her because of it?

“I shall tell you the condition, but I need you to come closer.” You hesitate.

Sukuna is not to be trusted. He’s far from keeping promises and for all you know he could be lying. He could be keeping you alive because of his sick little game. To torment you. But it doesn’t explain why you do the same.

You step closer, just an inch.

“Closer.” Again you take another step, your heart pounding out of your chest.

“And closer more.” Your body trust him, why does your body trust him? You’re confused, for sure.

“And closer.” You take another step. You should be careful. So very careful.

“Just once more.” He urges. And you do, till your lips are just centimeters from each other, and you can feel the warmth of your bodies. Mixing, mingling.

“Say something sweet to me, and I shall tell you.” He wants to hear your voice utter even a tiny compliment before you both die. You frown. “Is this the condition?” He shakes his head no. Just once, he wants to hear your voice just once.

“Your beautiful Sukuna.”

He steps closer to you, hands hovering just near your waist. “Kiss me.”

“That was quick.”

“Do you trust me?”

“No.” A scowl. He didn’t know why but he needed you to kiss him. It was a burning desire, deep in his black heart. “Dearest-“

“Don’t.” You knew. You knew something, but you couldn’t quite figure out what. You gazed at his lips, so perfect. “My Kuna…” you mutter, not intending for him to hear you.

“You said you would tell me.” Your gaze is sharp. He inhales. “You need to kiss me…” he murmurs, just a fraction away from where he wanted to be most.

“Are you-“

“Of course.” His voice held some desperation. He couldn’t be without you. Your eyes trail down to his lips, thinking. “And you shall kill me after this?” You ask. What the fuck?

“Yes.” For some reason, you were not afraid. You step closer, connecting your lips together. Nothing happens at first. And then a searing pain stabs you in the heart.

Finally. He thinks, reaching and cupping your head in his hands. He doesn’t break away from the kiss, shutting his eyes tightly. He breathes you in, all of you, and the pain overtakes him to.

Your hearts wind together, merging into each other in painful desperation.

The air in your lungs becomes his, and his knees weaken. Perfect.

Both your bodies heat up, burning burning burning. Until there’s nothing.

You feel the faintest touch in your cheek, soft and gentle. “Kuna?” You call out.

“Yes love.” He answers. His voice is so warm. So soothing. “Where are you?” You reach your hand out blindly, searching for him. Your hands connect.

“Are you there? Do you feel me?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you. “Yes.” He huma, and you feel it through your whole body. It spreads like a wildfire.

“Where are you?” You ask again. You don’t know why, you can feel him, just a little ways from you.

“‘M right here, just right here.” Fingers intertwine with yours. You hum delight.

The darkness begins to fill with light, trees and birds and noise. “My Kuna…”

“My dearest…”

#writing #tumblr fyp #fyp #fyp2024 #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk sukuna #sukuna #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff #enemies to lovers #idiots to lovers #toxic? #idk man

[hoeforhao]

Chipmunk Cheeks 🍥🧁🍡🍧|| Joshua Oneshot ||

ꔫ pairing: husband!joshua × wife!reader

ꔫ summary: your arranged husband takes care of you in your period pain.

ꔫ genre: pure fluff,mentions of blood and pain, reader sort of has body dysmorphia

ꔫ series: svt as boyfriends

ꔫ author's note: walking into the traffic if i don't find myself a joshua hong cuz am dying from period cramps atm!!

Masterlist

Marriage was never on your book of life and wouldn't ever be your cup of ale. Did your parents know this since the very beginning? Yes! Yet they absolutely went out of their capacity to defy your choices and arrange your betrothal to none other than the Hong Joshua.

Mrs Hong was your mother's colleague, more specifically her best gossip buddy. They were literally known as the gadgets of their office. And when both the women saw that their little ones are getting old with no potential chance of finding their partners by themselves, they settled upon the dreaded agreement.

All your pleas about not wanting to get married to someone you have barely had three to four conversations with, someone whose entire personality, preferences literally everything was unknown to you, were completely left unheard by your parents. Apparently they wanted their daughter to have a "secured future". Literal BULLSHIT.

The most terrifying day of your life was just two weeks ago and here you lay whimpering in pain on the bed of someone you've barely spoken to or looked at since the wedding.

"What a nice time for you to pay your visit, you bastard" you internally curse at your periods.

Yes you're basically dying from period cramps. You didn't know where the nearby medical shop was around here neither did you've the energy to go downstairs and get yourself a hot pack. You were quite literally awaiting your death from organ crumbling pain in your ''husband's room". Too dramatic for just period cramps? Yes! But why react to anything normally when you've the option to absolutely lose your mind over it.

You were so damn lost in your nonsense rantings to the walls of your room, that you failed to register joshua being back from work already.

Finding the house engulfed in absolute silence made his nerves falter for a moment. Usually it would either be filled with loud tv noises of you watching cinnamoroll on the couch or clanking of the utensils as you baked yourself another new dessert recipe.

He quickly throws his coat over the armrest and hops towards your room with those little bunny legs of his ; only to find you completely curled up like a boba ball under the blankets as small painful moans echoed through the walls.

"Y/n, w-what's wrong?" you jolt up from your little coocon as Joshua's warm hands grazes against your forehead.

"Are you okay? You don't seem to have a fever. Did you've a bad day? Did anyone make you cry? Are you missing your parents? If so let's go to their place right now" he grabs your arm gently to pull you out of the bed.

"Would you let me answer or just assume things by yourself Josh!" you unwrap your hands from his while literally burning holes into his face.

"Y-yeah sorry. I was just wo- umm worried." his face hangs low from embarrassment or maybe even a bit of hurt? Not being able to understand what's bothering his wife.

"It's okay. I was j-just having really bad p-period cramps" your face now starts turning crimson, not because talking about periods with a man makes you uncomfortable but because it was h-him...your 'arranged husband'.

"Oh my god Y/n why didn't you call me!!!! I would've run back home from office immediately and brought you treats. Did you eat anything? Where is your hotbag!! Goddamn girl why aren't you taking care of yourself" you wonder if joshua participated in speed talking competitions earlier judging his ability to blurt out sentences without a single pause.

"Calm down Mr Bunny Teeth!!! It's nothing special. I've these every month. The pain will ease out gradually." you nod at him trying to reassure the man that you're infact, not dying.

"No no no way you can talk this so lightly!!! What if you burst from the pain huh! I can't clean up a bloody mess. Hell No" Joshua's last remarks ends up earning him a hard smack from you, making both you chuckle lightly. Dang your husband was even more dramatic than you!

"No seriously tho, you need to take care and pamper yourself during these days. Wait I'll get you some treats" he stands up from the end of your bed to leave towards the kitchen when your arms grabs his from the back.

"I-i don't e-eat sweets or rather I umm can't" your face droops low trying to fight the stray tear making its way onto your lap.

Joshua turns towards you in a swish and bends down to the floor, not caring about bruising his knees on the cold marble; both of his palms reaching to cup your cheeks.

"Why y/n?" a two word sentence was enough to make you break down into a crying mess.

"I - i was a-always told that I'm f-fat and s-so i stopped e-eating my favorite food w-which was s-sweets" you were talking like a five year old, words mixed up with your sobbing and face stained with snot and tears at the same time.

Joshua's firm hands gently grazed over your face as he wiped the mess off of it with his satin white shirt, while the other refused to leave your cheeks.

"You will eat as many sweets as you want love, as you buckets of ice cream you wanna feast on. And I'll be sitting right here infront of you so that each time you think about stopping yourself because of what the world thinks, your face will be planted with a kiss." you've turned completely red by the choice of his last word, the pain in your belly now mixed with a tingling sensation.

"You are perfect the way you're y/n! I can't even imagine a single milligram of you leaving this world. Like omg just think what a great loss will this universe face then!!! I want to see you eat to your heart's content, enjoy each and every meal. Do you even know how bright that smile of your glares when you munch on your food like a happy raccoon, cheeks stuffed up like a smol little chipmunk."

"S-shua you-"

"Sshh! No more words love. Sit here 'til I bring all the food from downstairs and then we'll sit together and watch sanrio, okay chipmunk?" Joshua's slender fingers draw against your lips, sending a flutter of butterflies all over your bones.

Sitting on the bed like an obedient wife you wait for him to arrange a literal feast of sweet treats infront of you, alongside tucking you into the duvet with the hot bag on your belly, making a literal cinnamon roll out of you ; wrapping his arms around your shoulders as your head now rests on his, taking in the sweet scent of his lilac cologne as you two draw yourselves into solace while watching tv together.

"Marriage isn't that scary afterall"

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[mingtinysworld]

Addicted {Part ll}

Pairing: Park Seonghwa x fem!reader

Genre: drug dealer au, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff

Word count: 2.3k

Summary: being kidnapped by drug dealers was not on your bingo card. Neither was having a pretty boy end up in your arms.

Warnings/content: none other than slight violence (barely any lol), reverse comfort, soft hwa

A/n: honestly, this storyline is complete shit I’m sorry, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. This soft Seonghwa made me wanna cryyyy. If you liked it, please like, comment and reblog!! I appreciate y’all mwah - J

part 1 of Addicted

As you gain consciousness, your eyes open with a hazy fog. You can feel a pounding headache coming on, having to hold your head in your hands. As you look around, you can see that you’re in an empty small room. The walls are a cold gray, reminding you of a jail cell.

True panic sets in as you realize there’s no way out. You push and pull on the metal door with no use. Deciding that crying will not solve anything, you resort to shouting. You shout as much as your lungs can handle.

“Help!! Let me out of here!”

You go on for a few more minutes, banging on the door with all your might. Your voice starts getting hoarse from the effort, intense coughing taking over your body.

The door gets pulled open abruptly, causing you to lose your balance and almost falling down. In front of you stands the last man that you saw before your world went black, the one with the collarbone tattoo. He sneers at you with his disgusting looking teeth.

“How was your night sweetheart?”

Oh how nice it would be to punch his stupid face right about now. But the more rational part of your brain tells you this will not end well, so you choose to stay silent. You stand up straight, rolling your shoulders back. He chuckles at your act of bravery.

“Aww look at you being all brave. Aren’t you just adorable.” He crouches down to be on your level, and you have to resist gagging at his putrid breath.

“Please, I just want to go home.” You silently curse yourself for your wavering voice.

“You’re not going anywhere until we get what we want.” His voice is now laced with barely detectable poison.

“And what is it that you want?”

“Your little boyfriend, Seonghwa,” his lip curls with disdain, “he owes us money. A lot of it. And you’re not getting out of here until he brings us the money.”

Your heart sinks at his words. Seonghwa barely knows you, he’s not even gonna care that they kill you. There’s no way he’s gonna give them money to save your life. Trying to keep it together, you ask more questions.

“Does he know I’m here? How much does he owe? Could I pay instead? Why does he owe you money?” You ramble off nervously.

“Woah woah, that’s a lot of questions missy. First of all, yes he is aware. And we’re just gonna have to wait and see if he saves your pretty face. And trust me, you cannot pay your way out of this.”

Having run out of speech, you mumble incoherent words, too deep in thought.

You hear a stifled laughter and look at the man in front of you. He seems to think this is very funny apparently.

“Your face of panic is hilarious oh my god. Come, come, I’m not gonna keep you here the whole time. I can give you a room of yours if you’d like.”

He leads you into a surprisingly warm looking house. The walls are beige, covered in countless paintings of floral sceneries. As you go through multiples hallways, your nerves are somewhat settled, either due to the house or numbness. You come upon a door at the end of the hallway.

“Here we are. This is your room for the next…however many days you’ll be here. Make yourself home.”

You almost laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. How can you make yourself at home when you could be killed any moment? You enter anyways, jaw dropping to the floor. All around you is the fanciest furniture you have ever laid eyes on.

“What. In. The. World. Why do you even need whatever amount of money Seonghwa owes you if you have all this? I don’t understand.” You keep staring in awe, exploring the whole place.

The man lets out a grunt of discontentment. “It’s honestly just for…a personal revenge.” He sounds almost sheepish. The need for more information is killing you.

“What did Seonghwa do to you?” You ask.

He lets out a heavy sigh, folding his arms. “He used to be a part of our group for a while. A bunch of shit went down, and…long story short, my sister ended up getting involved and Seonghwa killed her.” He said those last few words with a broken whisper.

Your heart clenched at his emotion, along with the shock of Seonghwa killing his sister. You don’t know how to feel. You feel empathy for this man for losing his sister, but you also can’t find it in you to be mad at Seonghwa, no matter the messed up situation.

“Oh I am so sorry.” You whisper an apology for his loss.

He gives you a bitter smile. “It’s been a couple years, it’s gotten better. But I want the money he owes for some kind of consolation. Even if it’s not much.”

You ponder over his words for a few moments. You can understand his pain, and his desire to avenge his sister’s death. You feel conflicted. You want to sympathize with him, but you also can’t help but think he could very well be lying. You also don’t want to think of Seonghwa as a murderer.

“I’m sorry, didn’t mean to get a little sappy there. Anyways, just stay in your room, and I’ll will bring up food for you.” He flips around and exits out the door.

Strangely enough, you don’t feel scared of him. His admission of his feelings softened you up and he didn’t seem to be like the big, bad monster facade he put up. After the exhausted events, your body feels completely worn out. You lay your head on the soft pillow, letting out a long sigh. Before you know it, your mind and body have gone to dreamland.

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You slowly stir awake, having to squint your eyes due to the bright sun coming through the window. As you come to, your ears pick up yelling. Your body tenses at the sounds, fearing the worst. You slowly make your way to the door and inch the door open a bit. Your mouth is agape at the sight that meets your eyes.

Seonghwa is in the living room, wrestling with the giant body that is your kidnapper. You hear him yell. “Where is she?!!” Your stupid heart can’t help but flutter at the urgency in his voice.

You feel stuck. Wanting to go to Seonghwa but also fearing him from what you heard. Your fast moving thoughts are interrupted as a gun shot rings in the air.

You let out a shrill scream, not having seen who fired and if anyone got hurt.

At the sound of your scream, Seonghwa’s head swivels in your direction. He’s filled with relief as he sees that you’re unharmed. He takes his gun and pushes the immobile man down to the ground.

He runs to you and attempts to grab your hand but you stumble back in fear.

“W-wait, Seonghwa, I don’t-” you stutter over your words, not even sure what you’re trying to say.

He gently grabs onto your arms, and looks into your eyes. “Hey, I know this is all scary. I will explain everything later, I promise. Just trust me please.” He speaks with an incredibly soft voice.

You give him a nod, signaling that it’s ok to go. He puts your hand in his and leads you out. Passing through the living room, you see the man on the floor. He’s moving very slowly, wincing due to the wound in his shoulder. You cling onto Seonghwa tighter, and he squeezes your hand in response.

“He’ll be ok, it’s just his shoulder. We need to leave.” You two step outside into the bright light. He leads you to an awaiting motorcycle and you come to a stop. His hand tugs you forward but you resist.

“I am not getting on that thing.” You stubbornly huff.

“Y/n, please, I promise I’ll keep you safe. I’ve been riding this motorcycle for so long now.”

You fold your arms. “Absolutely not. I’m not going on that dangerous-” you squeal as Seonghwa picks you up and throws you onto his shoulder.

“Sorry Princess, but we gotta get goin.”

He sets you down gently and grabs a helmet for you. Before he puts it on you, he secures a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your breath hitches and you’re glad to have the cover of the helmet to hide your reddening face.

He slips in front of you and turns on the bike. You have no choice but to snake your arms around his waist. “Ok are you ready for me to move?” You let out a ‘yes’ and he takes off.

You can’t help but notice how tiny his waist is. You selfishly indulge in holding him close and you put your face against his back. Surprisingly, you really enjoy the ride. About 15 minutes after, he parks at an apartment complex. He gets off while taking off his helmet. He helps you with yours and you jump down.

“I hope it’s ok that I brought you to my place. I just figured it’d be safer for you.”

“Yeah that’s fine. I don’t mind. As long as I get an explanation.” You quirk an eyebrow at him in challenge.

Seonghwa chuckles at that. “Of course, I definitely owe you an explanation. Let’s go up.”

You walk up two flights of stairs, getting to his door. You don’t know what you were expecting his place to look like, but you definitely didn’t think it would be so clean. Not a single speck of dust lives on the furniture.

“Wow, not bad at all,” you acknowledge the cleanliness and decor of the space.

He gives you a toothy smile at that. “Thanks!” You both sit down on the big couch, and get comfortable.

“Alright, I’m gonna tell you what actually happened. I’m not sure what he told you, but it’s most likely not the whole truth. So me and those guys, we used to be a group together, selling drugs and honestly just getting ourselves into really dangerous situations. One night, we were on a run for a very wealthy and loyal customer, and we got in the car. Ten minutes in, we finally realized that his younger sister, Tess, sneaked into the car.”

You interrupt him with a question. “How old was she?”

“She was seventeen I believe. And we just had to keep going because we couldn’t be late. We told her to stay put in the car, but of course she didn’t listen. While we were inside the house with the customer, she sneaked out and the guards stopped her. She told them that her brother was in there but they wouldn’t let her go. I guess she got hysterical, so angry that they were being like that. And somehow someone called the police on us, so they had us cornered and we were trying to get out. Tess was right in front of the police. Our only way out was to shoot through. We were almost done, one more officer left. I aimed at him and last minute he jumped behind Tess, and I shot her in the chest.” At this, he had to take a moment to breathe, his throat choking him up.

“We ran to her, trying to stop the bleeding. We rushed her to the hospital, but it was too late. Since that day, Asher hasn’t forgiven me. I don’t blame him, I wouldn’t either. But I didn’t mean it. It was a complete accident. Not a single day goes by that I don’t wish it was me instead of Tess. God she was so young.” He throws his head into his hands, sobbing quietly.

“Seonghwa, it’s not your fault. What happened was completely fucked up, yes, but like you said it was an accident. You can’t do anything about it, but don’t let it eat you up. You’re not a bad person.” You let your hand rest on his knee, trying to comfort him. He looks up at you with teary eyes, countless emotions residing in them. He wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in his scent. You can tell he really needed that hug and validation. You grab onto him tighter as if to squeeze the sadness and regret out of him.

You stay like that for a few minutes, his head burrowed into your neck. You hear his breathing steady and you pull him back up. Taking his hands into yours you ask him if he needs anything.

“What can I do for you? Are you hungry? Need sleep? Tea? Anything.” He seems to tear up even more at that.

“Can we just…cuddle?” He asks while sniffling.

“Yes of course we can. Here or in your bed?” Your heart melts at the vulnerability in his face.

“My bed, if you’re okay with that.”

“Of course, let’s go!” You grab his hand, letting him show you to his room. You decide you’ll take a closer look at his room later, comforting Seonghwa being your priority at the moment. You both get into bed, and he immediately grabs onto you. He turns to his side, nestling his head against your chest. His arm goes around your waist, tugging you closer. You start playing with his long locks of hair, hearing his soft sighs of relaxation.

You look down and realize he’s fallen asleep. He looks so pretty while sleeping. You think back on your last two days, and almost laugh at how absurd it is. So much has happened in the span of 48 hours, but now you just feel so relaxed. Of course, things won’t be this easy for long, you’ll have to deal with some things later.

But for now, you let yourself indulge in Seonghwa’s softness. You give him a fond kiss on the forehead, and allow yourself to drift off with a content sigh.

#ateez #ateez fic #ateez scenarios #mingtinysworld #ateez seonghwa #ateez fluff #seonghwa fluff

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do you maybe have any jakob stories to repost ? ;u;

(Yes!! Here's some "Corrin's injured and Jakob freaks out angst for you to end the month of April!)

It was a blow he wasn’t prepared for. Separated in battle, you were on the other end of the field the last he asked about you. So he tore through the trees, his injuries ignored as he searched for you.

For any sign of you.

“Corrin!!” He shouted with a hoarse voice, fear pulsing in his chest and worry wide in his eyes. “ Corrin, where are you?!”

Every step was labored, his lungs were screaming, but he refused to stop. There was no way he was leaving without you. You were the reason he lived, the reason he woke every day and worked the way he did. The reason he loved.

“ Corrin!!”

He feared his words were falling on deaf ears, not a single sign of his beloved in sight. The dread pooling in the pit of his stomach was more unpleasant than the pain throbbing in his legs and arms. He clutched the kunais in his hands tighter, desperate to locate his other half.

Jakob didn’t know how many times he shouted your name, or how long he’d been running. There were no others in sight, only the bodies of fallen enemies. His nose crinkled in disgust, averting his gaze from the grisly sight.

What if your body was stacked in one of these bloody piles?

The thought sent shivers up his spine, the worry surging through his being in an entirely new form.

“Corrin! Corrin, answer me!!”

In the distance, his eyes narrowed on a figure, slouched against a tree. Smaller frame than the other’s, and bloody. His heart dropped when he came closer.

He knew that hair. The bruised skin, damaged armor, and the tear-filled eyes.

“ Corrin!!”

Jakob’s entire world came crashing down when he saw you. With every step closer, it grew worse. That couldn’t be you, slumped against a filthy tree, bleeding out on the ground. His heart was in his throat when he came to you, crashing on his knees to your side.

“J…Jakob…?”

“I’m here, my love! I’m here, I’m right here…!” His voice was thick and hoarse, unlike anything you’d ever heard come from his mouth. “What happened, where- where are you hurt??”

“T-there…” Your hand rose, the violent shaking more frightening to him than anything else. When it touched your abdomen he was quick to strip away the armor to find a huge gash in your side. He grunted, ripping the cloth from his neck and pressing it to the wound.

“You’ve already lost so much…” He growled, berating himself. You didn’t say anything else, only stared at him with clouded eyes. Your gaze frightened him. “It is imperative you stay awake. Talk to me, I– how did this happen?”

“…”

“Corrin!”

“…When they…separated us…” You coughed, a spatter of blood down your lips. His brow furrowed, tearing off his gauntlet to wipe the red away.

“All right, perhaps you shouldn’t speak.” He said in a rushed tone, and tied the fabric around your stomach to hold it in place. The blood had already begun to seep through, even after applying a Healing staff to the wound.

You needed much more help than he'd be able to provide. The faint glimmer of the staff was already fading; his mana was far too drained to sustain the spell. He spat a curse, shifting to brace your body against his.

“Hold on, darling. I’m taking you to the healer, back to camp. I won’t let you fall here…!”

“…I love you, Jakob…”

“And I adore you, Corrin. Don’t leave me now!” He whispered, hoisting you in his arms and stood to his feet, tearing off to the camp. Adrenaline gave him the push he needed to sprint back to camp.

Jakob’s breath hitched upon reaching the outskirts of camp. You were unresponsive. The cloth was soaked through. Your eyes had shut, too.

“Corrin, we’re here. We made it.”

“……”

“…Corrin?”

“Master Jakob!!” Felicia’s cry caught his attention, and he saw the young maid rushing to him. A flurry of soldiers followed behind, some healers and others concerned family and friends. Everyone looked terrified.

“Get her to the healer’s tent!!” He demanded, meeting them halfway on wobbly legs. “She– she was stabbed, she’s bleeding! She won’t open her eyes, she needs help!”

“She may be dead.” Izana stated, coming forward and taking her into his own arms. Jakob froze, clutching her tightly.

“How dare you suggest such a thing!! She would never do that to me! She wouldn’t leave me, she wouldn’t…!”

“Princess Sakura, help me. And Silas, take care of Jakob's injuries. We must move quickly! She may have lost too much…”

The rest of his words were lost on Jakob, his wife torn away. His hand lingered, allowing himself to be pulled along until he had to let go. He desperately tried to watch, not wanting the last sight of you to be dying in his arms.

Anything but that.

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He’d been kept from the tent for hours. His own wounds healed, he was taken to your room to wait for news. Jakob collapsed onto the bed the moment he was alone, staring up at the ceiling with regret in his eyes.

‘I never should have let us get separated…’ He thought, lips twitching into a sorrowful frown. ‘I should have protected you, I should have been there…’

Tears brimmed in his dark eyes that he fought to keep at bay. He couldn’t cry, not now. You needed him, and he had to stay strong for you. You wouldn’t leave him, you couldn’t. You promised to stay by his side.

After everyone else left, you were the one who stayed.

‘Please, fight for me, love. Please fight for me.’ He pressed a fist to his mouth, turning on his side and curling up against the world. ‘I can’t fight without you.’

He didn’t remember falling asleep. His dreams were filled with thoughts of you, alive, held tight in his embrace. Hugging onto his legs and laughing brightly were two little children, ones that looked just like you.

A family he would give anything to have.

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“…kob…”

“Ja…ob?”

“…Jakob!”

“Master Jakob, please wake up!”

“Mmrgh…Felicia…?” Jakob cracked an eye open. When his eyes finally focused, he noted that Felicia looked so excited she resembled a puppy.

“Master Jakob, I have urgent news! It’s about Lady Corrin!”

“Is she all right, o-or did something happen?”

“She’s awake!”

He bolted up from the bed, and raced out of the room, headed straight for the healing tent. Felicia had a broad smile on her face, though it was unnoticed by the butler who sprinted as though his tail end was lit by a tome.

He slipped around the corner, bursting in with no regard for the wounded. “Corrin!! Where is she, what happened? Is she all right?!”

“Come see for yourself.” Prince Takumi, who’d never been a fan of the butler, said from the side. Jakob scanned the tent, searching for his beloved.

His fears were silenced when his eyes locked on yours, a very weak, but happy smile crossing your lips. You looked a mess, but he could hardly contain his excitement. With a choked noise, he forced himself forward, wanting nothing more but to hold you in his arms.

“Corrin…!”

“H-hello, love.” You chuckled, though it sounded more like coughing. Jakob wrapped his arms around you as tightly as he could, careful to avoid your injury as he pressed you against his chest. 

“I was so worried, I thought you… I-I thought you died–!” He stuttered against your shoulder, the tears pouring from his eyes. He didn’t care about all the eyes watching them, even if they were happy the two were reunited.

All he care about was that you were here, with him. Alive.

“I p-promised I wouldn’t leave you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did.” He pulled away, rubbing at his cheeks. Jakob’s hands wrapped around yours, and pressed the sweetest of kisses to your fingertips.

“I love you too much to lose you…not like that, anyway…”

“I couldn’t bear it if you left me, milady. You knew that, I’m sure.”

“Why do you think…I fought so hard…?”

“Because I love you, too. More than anything in the world.” He kissed your forehead, then your eyes, cheeks, and nose. “I’ll never lose you like that again, I swear it. I’ll die before I see you in such a way, ever again.”

“You’re such an…o-overdramatic romantic…” You giggled again, a little more recognizable. He smiled warmly, the kind that was reserved only for you, and pressed his forehead against yours.

“It’s all because of you. You do this to me… Just know it is reserved for you, and your eyes alone.”

“…What about everybody who’s watching us?”

“I’ll skin them alive if they mutter a word about it.”

Jakob pressed his lips to yours then, despite the shrieks of fear when his steely gaze intimidated the entire tent. Needless to say, nobody knew what happened in the tent that day.

For it was meant for your eyes, alone.

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Silver In Her Eyes - Chapter Three

Happy New Year's Eve everyone! Whatever your plans, I hope it's a good one!

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Silver In Her Eyes - Chapter 3 - writinginthedust - A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas [Archive of Our Own]

Silver In Her Eyes

Rhys’ eyes shone when he scrutinised what Nesta had forged. The blades were mainly daggers but there was the occasional broad sword varying in size and width. He looked upon them all the way Nesta imagined the dragons from her childhood fairy stories would look upon a hoard of gold.

Covetous.

“This one’s most spectacular,” he said, palming the flat side of a sword. Both the blade and Nesta squirmed, Nesta feeling the unwanted touch as though Rhys had traced his fingers down her spine. “This would suit Cassian, don’t you think?”

The sword was the tallest and widest Nesta had forged so far, the hilt of it reaching the underside of her breast. The handle twisted into wings spread as though in flight and the blade shimmered with barely visible words, all in a language she instinctively understood to be Old Illyrian.

This was a rare occasion she agreed with Rhys. In truth, as she hit the hammer down onto the metal, she only had Cassian in mind. Images of him in battle played before her, torrents of rain slamming into his frame as he wove through soldiers, his body twisting and turning as if in dance.

Whether she was remembering the time she watched him fight or whether she was seeing flashes of him from his past, Nesta didn’t know. Maybe these were events yet to come, the ground wet with blood.

There had been a moment, when she struck the final blow to complete the sword, when she envisioned him running someone through with a blade, so similar to the one in Nesta’s hands it couldn’t have been any other.

Elain had the curse of prophecy not her so Nesta didn’t know if what she saw was true. Who Cassian was slaying Nesta couldn’t see, but the sword screamed its victory. Death to the High Lord.

“Well? Is this for Cassian?”

Rhys was staring at her while she was elsewhere inside her head, those purple eyes flashing mauve. The whispers of the blades in the room started soft and grew in intensity until they were roaring. What is he doing? What has he done to you, Mother? To your sisters?

The noises overlapped but a quiet blade in the corner, its handle twisted into a snake drew her eyes. It had called to her before, quieter than the rest but more insistent. It gave Nesta an image, of her picking it up and slicing open Rhys’ cheek.

“Yes,” she said, forcing the noise into silence. “It’s Cassian’s.”

Rhys’ smile was all teeth. “I wonder what he will name it.”

He wasn’t talking to Nesta but himself. Her involvement was done, as though she’d birthed a child and handed it over to be fodder. What was once hers, was no more.

Her fingers buried themselves in her skirts. The enjoyment of this room, of the act of creation, was dissipating. A thrum of power tinged under her skin and spilled forth from her palms as she forged, the clash of hammer upon metal was a song which sent delight coursing through her.

Before he took the sword away, Nesta reached out to touch it. Betrayer, she called it. She didn’t know why.

***

While Rhys was inspecting Nesta's work, Mor and Cassian stood at the top of the House of Wind staring outwards at the rooftops of the city and the winding path of the Sidra.

The light breeze drifted through their clothes and hair and Mor threaded her fingers through Cassian’s free hand which curled around hers. His other hand scrubbed over his face as though he could wipe away the fatigue which showed.

“We can't turn Kallon, he’s Keir’s through and through. The others? Breaking that news to Rhys is worse.”

Mor gave Cassian’s hand a squeeze. “That they won’t declare either way?”

Cassian cleared his throat. “They’ll declare but not for Rhys.” He paused, struggling with the words. “They’ll declare for me.”

Mor gasped and looked up at her oldest friend, her dearest friend. He stared straight ahead at the open sky, refusing to look at her.

Mor’s lips twitched upwards. Despite herself she found this development had a seed of... something. She didn’t know what. It would have been a failure had the War-Lords of Illyria declared for Keir but something squirmed in her chest which spoke of another disaster if had they declared for Rhys.

“Don’t tell him,” she said. Cassian looked at her with raised eyebrows. “Rhys isn’t in his right mind. I don’t know how he’ll react.”

Cassian shifted; Mor knew she was another person asking the most honest of their group to lie. This was too close to Cassian taking power away from Rhys; the armies now with an Illyrian ruler instead of a fae one.

“Please,” she said, this time stepping in front of him, sliding her other hand into his, tilting her face upwards towards his. Mor had been opposite her cousin in his study only hours before and had seen that Rhys wasn't himself.

A darkness was creeping in and while they battled to save Feyre and Nyx, to save the lives of all the Night Court, there was part of her which believed there was no saving Rhys.

They may as well try and save themselves.

Cassian smiled a half sad smile and shrugged. “I can never say no to that face.”

Mor let go of his hands to grip him in a hug, her arms barely able to wrap his entire body as he enfolded his around her. Mor leant into his strength, her face pressing against his chest as she listened to his heartbeat.

When she first saw him, she was shocked at how pale he had become, how his wings drooped. Rhys had Cassian flying across the entirety of Illyria, meeting with every War-Lord regardless of how small the camp.

Mor pulled back to look at him. “Rhys is going to the Mortal Lands to speak with Lucien. He’s hoping he will convince Tamlin to side with us. We now have Eris.”

“I’m surprised Eris agreed so easily.”

So, Cassian was unaware of Eris’ request. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him but instead she blurted out another thought. “I think Feyre should know the truth.”

Cassian paused but nodded. His hands squeezing the tops of Mor’s shoulders. “I want Nesta to know too. She’s no fool. She’s watching us all to see our missteps.” His voice then turned sharp. “Rhys has her working every day in the blacksmiths he built her. I hate this, I hate lying too her, I hate Rh-”

He cut himself off, swallowing down the words he couldn’t take back if he said them out loud.

Mor was amazed that Nesta had been forging without question but perhaps Mor was wrong. It was possible Nesta was, as Cassian said, monitoring them all with querying eyes. Of course, there was a shift in Cassian, one of such significance that even if Mor wasn’t so close to him, she would have been able to scent it a million miles away.

Instead of thick earth and smoky air, Cassian now smelt of rich, floral scents, reminding Mor of times when she walked the gardens of Winter, their snow-white roses in full bloom or of the hot nights on the Sidra when the jasmines were in blossom.

Mor placed her open palm over his heart wondering what would happen if she dug her nails in, if she curved her fist into a claw to pluck out the thread woven tight around him binding him to another.

It was as though that very thought had summoned a demon. As if Mor’s mental will to cut the thread for Cassian had thrummed it, bringing the heart on the other end to come calling.

A delicate cough announced her presence and Mor and Cassian pulled apart, their conversation dead.

Nesta stood at the entrance of the rooftop, golden-brown hair bound about her head like a crown, those eyes almost silver in the light. The expression on her face spoke of boredom. Bored of being in the House, bored of forging, bored of seeing Mor draped around Cassian like he was wearing a fine silk scarf.

“Azriel’s here,” Nesta said, her voice ringing clear across the roof. “From wherever it is Rhys has him flapping about.”

Nesta glided towards them like her footsteps were oil and the stone stabs were water. Nesta paid Mor no attention, those sharp eyes on Cassian. “You wanted me to tell you the second he returned. You’ve missed Rhys though.”

As Nesta moved closer, Mor scented the perfume of Nesta’s skin. She smelt like the freedom of the sky and the cold mountain top of Ramiel.

Cassian seemed to stiffen and relax in Nesta’s presence. A curious juxtaposition of calm reassurance that the female he loved was before him and the terse excitement of a battle about to begin.

His spar partner had arrived, his new best friend, his love. Their eyes fixed only on each other and Mor stood, surplus to requirement.

It wasn’t true. Nesta’s heart may have been a withered old thing with only love enough for one, but Cassian’s was an unlimited space and he could keep loving everyone for an eternity.

Mor could share him; she’d learnt she had to but as she thought it an image passed through her mind. Prophecy or wish fulfilment she didn’t know, but it was of Nesta writhing in a gilded golden bed of Autumn, satin sheets sliding over soft skin.

If truth was Mor’s gift, then she was terrible at giving. Cassian didn’t need to know about the conversation Mor and Rhys had only hours before. Rhys wouldn’t allow any union between Eris and Nesta, if only for Cassian’s sake, for the love he had for a brother.

Mor wouldn’t allow it either. Whatever thread bound Nesta and Cassian had been woven at the will of the Cauldron and she wouldn’t have Cassian fractured. She’d already shared him enough and if a piece broke there would be little left still for Mor.

***

“Do you want children?”

Cassian tensed, the beat of his heart under her fingertips quickening as she traced patterns on the skin over his ribcage.

He’d been lying on his back with his wings spread over them both like a canopy of black. Nesta lay on her side, as naked as he was, tucked into him. Since she spoke his muscles were tautened and ready to spring.

Why shouldn’t she ask? When what they did in this bed had a possible outcome. She had the right to know his truth.

“Are you drinking your contraceptive tea?” His voice was low, serious.

“Yes.”

“Good, don’t stop.”

A shard of hurt burst through Nesta like she’d been pierced with glass but she sat up and fixed her face with a glare, moving away so no more parts of them touched. “A simple ‘no’ would have sufficed.”

Cassian’s eyes flicked over to her quickly and then back to the ceiling, his jaw clenched. It wasn’t true, she realised. His response would never be a denial of wanting children, she felt his want as though it were hers.

A house of them. That’s what Cassian dreamed. Small, winged Illyrian babies that would light up his days, who would bundle him to the floor and squeal with delight at their father’s return.

“Where is this coming from?”

“You’re fucking me,” Nesta said, “sometimes said fucking has consequences and I want to know where I stand if a consequence arose.”

His eyes widened as he now stared at her, the whites showing and his pupils shrivelling into dots. Nesta was reminded of a panicked horse bolting in a field because it stumbled upon a snake.

“You’re not already-”

“Cauldron, Cassian I’m not. Didn’t I just tell you I was taking the tea?”

Nesta rolled her eyes, moving from the bed as quick as she could in case he tried to stop her but she needn’t have worried because he didn’t try.

Her robe was draped over the back of a chair in front of the window, the dark starlit sky the backdrop to the table which still housed their dinner plates. She bound the garment tight around her body, her back to him.

“Nesta-”

“I’m going back to my room. I’ll see you when you next return from one of your ridiculously frequent Illyria visits.”

“Nesta.”

His voice sang of desperation and she turned. Cassian was sat up, the sheets falling around his waist. He scrubbed a hand over his face, a tell that he was tired.

“It’s not that I don’t want children. It’s just-”

He glanced away and for a moment Nesta felt a pang of sorrow. His handsome face was etched in worry lines that grew deeper these past months. His skin held a pallid hue, the same hue she noted on Morrigan earlier. She who was golden had lost her shine.

Agony stretched over Cassian’s face and as he tried to force words out and force them back at the same time. She hadn’t the patience.

“What,” she spat, “just what.”

“I can’t have them with you.”

A heat flooded through her and as she clenched her robe there was a hiss and scent of burning. When she looked down, scorch marks charred the material where her fingertips had been.

She stormed from the room, ignoring Cassian’s calls behind her, hoping that her bare feet smacking against the stone tiles wouldn’t leave their own mark. Nesta slammed the door of her bedroom, telling the House not to let him in even if he begged.

But Cassian didn’t beg. There was no plea outside her door.

Nesta closed her eyes, holding her hand over her chest, pressing firmly over her heart. Connected to the other end she sensed he wasn’t pleased she had marched away but there was a sweet taste of relief laced with the bitter flavour of guilt. It was the latter which caused him to lash out.

Panic had risen in him like a tide at her questions so Nesta let him believe she had taken offense, that she had interpreted his words as wouldn’t have children with her. The actual words were as loud and clear as a church bell. Can’t have them with you.

Can’t.

Her head hurt. Although the blacksmith room was a distance away in the House, the blades were calling for her. They wanted her time, her attention, her love. Another voice, something both large and small, spoke to Nesta in warm tones.

It is good you asked.

Nesta pressed her palms to her eyes. She sipped her apple blossom tea that morning as she did every day, the sweetness of the contraceptive medicine tingling her tongue, when that same voice slid into her mind. Ask Cassian if he wants children. So, she asked.

Nesta unfurled her wrap, ignoring the newly formed holes and picked up her silk nightgown from where it lay. She smoothed the material over her hips and turned to the mirror to tame the strands of her hair.

Voices were everywhere; from the smithery to this unknown other. Everyone was dancing to different tunes now, a waltz that appeared to revolve around some avoiding Rhys and others clamouring for him. Now there was Cassian’s faux pas.

Can’t not won’t.

Although she was one step further along the path to the truth than before, Nesta didn’t smile. “No,” she said to her reflection, “I don’t think the truth is something to smile about.”

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Jottings: Season 7, episode 6. A woman is... possibility

Contrary to what I usually do in here, just jotting down spontaneous impressions of the episodes, with no great pretension to anything, I had to re-watch Where The Waters Meet three times over last week. And it was all my fault, because this is truly a good and dense episode, that could have very well ended this half-season.

It also becomes more and more clear that my decision of not reading these damn books was a very poor choice. Probably because the storyline seems cramped, at times, I find myself gliding through moments and scenes with the very unpalatable sensation of bagging a munro without the right equipment. Not a good picture, I know. But bear in mind I just started Drums of Autumn and it already reads like a root canal intervention - sorry for the book purists. I should, however, hope to somehow catch up before part B of the season: no promises, though. If, by any stretch of my vivid imagination, I start to hear Herself's screechy voice in my head while reading, it immediately goes down the drain, despite my best intentions & effort.

But I digress. While Fort Ticonderoga is being evacuated with the help of the friendly Cherokees and their lightweight canoes, in Lallybroch there is a bit of fussing over Jemmy's cursing in Gaelic at school. Which leads to Roger being invited to give a wee lecture on the topic by a very enthusiastic Headmaster and yet another (Lord in heaven and all His cherubs) constipated domestic conversation with SS. The only cheerful thing about her is that self-assertive fringe, so 80s I could cry (I hate the Eighties with the passion I worship the Sixties, heh). And her grabbing me by the sleeve (Hello, people! Lookie here! I can haz acting! I am acting! ) every single time she has more than three lines on air is distracting and, again, annoying.

Walter Woodcock's demise instantly took me to Season 1, when that proud Scot was killed by the boar and Claire helped give him the good death he deserved. Not surprising at all, since the whole OL dynamic is a pendulum between loves, timelines and worlds.

The new Rollo dog looks less direwolfish than Rollo 1. #GoT, stopped watching upon Khaleesi's arrival at King's Landing. Never looked back.

Rob Cameron, you antagonist, you. That new acquaintance you instantly find too pushy not to feel suspicious about, and yet you can't afford to be irrationally rude to. Also, with no SS in sight, RR is pulling off his scenes quite fine & dandy, and with ease. What is that woman's dark secret? How can that be? Court is still in session, on this one. But give me more Hunters and less #Broger, dear God. I would take it any day, any way you see fit. I will be nice to everyone and take my vitamins. I will even consider jogging. But get them off my back, for Christ's sake!

Vandervaart. Consistent. Present. Owns his game. Elegant. Loved every single moment (Your servant, Madam - especially and for obvious reasons). A very, very good cast honoring both J and LJG. I can only fawn and paeans are not really my specialty. But I continue to be impressed and confident and I see great things for this talented kid.

Spoiler: I said yes, Claire. And just like that, with the click of the rifle's hammer, he tells her their whole world is yet again thrown upside down. Theirs is a dense scene, clearly dominated by S, whose mastery of voice and expression is once again flawless and thoroughly appreciated. She follows, at a - by now - completely symbiotic pace, but make no mistake: he gives her the cues. And I would take that subtle, unspeakable tenderness any day, gladly, if the writer's final choice was not to insist on what might be - perhaps unjustly - construed by some as geriatric porn. He still looks at her like that.

For that only, if not for all the rest, I will continue to watch it until the end. Because I feel you morally lose the right to criticize the moment you throw the towel and your opinion suddenly turns into bitching. Something I will most probably never do, as far as OL is concerned.

Onwards to Dreaded Seven. Let's see if I can be properly disgusted by poor acting yet again.

Credit given to @flllk. B&W is a great idea - the right kind of depth

#jottings

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safety zone | jhs

when you forget to rsvp to j-hope's listening party, you take it upon yourself to make it up to him.

✨ title: safety zone | ✨ pairing: hoseok x ceo f!reader ✨ word count: 5.3k | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre: strangers-to-lovers, idol!au, mutual pining, pwp, smut ✨ warnings: alcohol consumption, cursing, kissing, oral (m,f receiving), fingering, consented sex, unprotected sex, mc is on the pill, they're both clean, use of the word slut, sex against the wall, I also suck at writing smut, so I apologize in advance ✨ outfit for the night ✨ a/n: this started as a convo with my friend Ana when the JITB party was happening and it turned into this one-shot lol. enjoy.

The invitation to the party of the century was waiting inside a brown package outside of your door when you arrived home from work, but you wouldn’t get to open it until the day after. You grabbed the box, not thinking anything of it, didn’t even care to see who sent it because you always received so many gifts from companies and reps trying to sway you with their products. It was just another box amongst your other pile of boxes. You'd get to it at some point.

Another Thursday, full of meetings. The most dreaded day of the week, so close to the weekend, yet so far. And one may wonder why you’d say yes to being the senior editor of a fashion magazine, and sometimes you ask yourself the same question. Well, because you love the hustle, the adrenaline rush from a deadline, and mostly the freedom of creativity…you love that aspect of your job. The other part of your position included mingling with people in the industry, schmoozing with the rich and famous. Sounds like a dream, right? WRONG. Celebrities were the worst, it was hard to find people you actually liked and could connect with, without someone wanting something in return. Sure, you held a position of power, but at what cost? No friends and long work hours? The closest friend you had was Ari, your assistant, who knew the ins-and-outs of your life, but that was only because it was her job.

Ari knocked on your office door before peeking her head in. “Hey boss…I received an email from HYBE today and they haven’t received your RSVP for the ‘Jack in the Box’ album listening party tonight.”

Tonight? You looked at the clock in the corner of your screen, it was nearly three in the afternoon. Perking up from your laptop screen, your eyes widened at Ari’s statement. “I don’t remember receiving an invitation.”

“They said a package was sent to you last week.”

Shit…You’d been so busy that you didn’t have a chance to look through your packages. “They sent it to my apartment?”

“Yes…” Ari scrolled through the tablet in her hands, “it looks like j-hope personally sent it to you.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. You closed your laptop. “Get them on the phone. NOW.”

She grabbed her phone from her pocket and immediately dialed, and handed the phone over. It rang a few times before someone on the other end picked up, directing you to Mi-na who was in charge of the event tonight. While on the phone, you expressed how terrible you felt for not responding sooner and that you would of course be there at the listening party.

When you hung up, you glanced up at Ari who was sporting a smirk. “What?” You asked, giving her the side-eye.

“You mean you haven’t been texting the one and only Jung Hoseok, aka j-hope, from BTS - the biggest band in the world? How could you not know about this party?” She asked with a curious expression.

You knew his album was coming out, you’d been on the set of his photoshoot, not even a month ago, but you didn’t know there was a listening party. “No…he’s been busy and so have I…and when would I have time to text him?”

Ari grinned, “Mmhm.”

“Besides…he left me on read.” You weren’t bitter about it. You weren’t! He was a busy guy being a worldwide superstar and you were busy running a magazine. You thought there might have been some sort of chemistry the last time you were on the set of his photoshoot, but maybe you read the signals wrong, maybe he wasn’t flirting with you - he was just being nice.

The listening party was being held on the 19th floor of the HYBE building. It was smart to do so, you thought - doing things on their terms and no one else’s, and that’s what you admired about HYBE and their business model. They took care of their artists unlike other companies you knew.

Arriving at a private entrance in the parking garage, you stepped out of your car, dressed in leopard print mini dress, black combat boots and leather jacket. It was good enough for j-hope’s party, right? You threw whatever you had in your closet. There was literally no time to go and shop for a new one.

As you walked through the sliding glass doors, you checked in at the front desk. The receptionist handed you two badges, one printed with the ‘Jack in the Box’ album cover and the other was a white key card. You didn’t think anything of it, stuffing the white key card in your jacket pocket and the other laced around your neck.

When you reached the 19th floor, the party was already in full swing: the bar fully stocked, a line forming in front of it, a few groups forming here and there dancing as the DJ played old school hip hop tracks along with some of today’s latest hits. It was everything you’d expect from j-hope - the vibe, the atmosphere, it was very him.

Your phone suddenly buzzed, breaking you out from your amazement at this listening party. The stupid little green purse you chose for tonight was probably a bad idea, it had no space to hold anything - just your driver’s license, a card, lipstick and phone. But of course, Ari suggested, “the ridiculousness of a bag determines a person’s importance.” Important? You were hardly important. It’s not like you were Anna Wintour.

When you finally dug out your phone, you double tapped the screen, it was a text from Ari.

Ari 8:12PM

Say hi to Jungkook for me

and j-hope too! Have fun boss! 😘

You rolled your eyes and looked up from your phone to scan the crowd. Jungkook wasn’t hard to spot with his tattoos on full display. He was sitting near the stage next to Jin, sharing a drink, and watching a group of dancers show off some moves. You chuckled and shook your head - biggest stars in the world and you found it cute how they stuck to one another, probably a comfort thing, you understood it. You didn’t respond to Ari, rather you just stuck your phone back into the small confines of your green bag.

The line for the bar began to wither down, which called for a drink. The drinks for tonight were, of course, Jack in the Box themed. They were all named after the album track list. When you reached the bartender, you were undecided on your choice of drink.

“Try Pandora’s Box,” a low voice whispered next to you. You glanced over to see RM leaning against the counter, observing the crowd.

“Ah, got it. I’ll take a Pandora’s Box,” taking his suggestion. Just a few minutes later, the drink was in your hand. When you took a closer look at what was actually in it, gin, honey, mint, and lime syrup - you turned to RM, “Thank you,” nodding your glass to him. After taking another sip, you introduced yourself, pulling a business card from your jacket pocket, handing it over to him.

He held it in between his fingers. “I know who you are,” he grinned while taking your card and taking a sip of his drink.

You raised your eyebrow, “You do?”

He nodded his head, “Mmhm..your name has been dropped here and there around this building.” This made you wonder why your name was floating around and from whose lips.

“Have fun tonight,” RM said before starting to walk away.

“Call me when your album drops!” You hollered in his direction, in which he turned back around, smiling and waving your business card in the air, indicating that he would keep in contact.

When you received the call from HYBE themselves asking if your magazine would feature j-hope for the month’s cover, you, of course, accepted with no hesitation. Your magazine was up and coming, and to have a big star featured in it was something to not waver on.

The night continued on as you mingled your way through producers, dancers, singers, etc. You wondered where the man of the hour was - maybe he was making a late entrance, everyone would continue to wait for him anyway. The bartender went heavy on the gin in your drink, almost causing your bladder to burst if you didn’t find a bathroom right away.

You wandered down a hallway, hoping you went the right way to find a restroom, but instead you found the man of the hour, leaning with his head back against the concrete wall, quietly muttering to himself.

When he saw a figure coming towards him, he glanced up, grinning from ear to ear when he saw it was you, “Thought you weren’t going to make it.”

Your eyes crinkled at the sight of Jung Hoseok, though he was absolutely a nervous wreck from the looks of his deep breaths and sighs, you found him rather cute and adorable at this moment. “I’m here,” you said, before mirroring his position against the wall. “You okay?”

“Nervous,” he chuckled softly. “Never done this before.”

Nodding your head, you understood where his head was at. His first big solo project and it was just him, no members to shield him if there was any disappointment or fighting words to come his way. Not that j-hope needed to worry about that, because from the interactions and short conversations you had with him, his art spoke for itself. It would soon be a masterpiece that the world could have a piece of, a piece of j-hope, a piece of peace.

Pushing yourself off the wall, you stood in front of him, trying to get him to look you in the eye. “You’re gonna do great,” you stated, grabbing the lapels of his jean jacket, letting your fingers linger longer than expected from either of you. Quietly, you tapped on his chest, feeling the heat radiate from his body.

A small smile left his lips, “Glad you’re here,” he spoke before finally getting the courage to look you in the eye.

“Me too," your expression now mirroring his.

Another figure dressed in a black suit and tie began making their way towards you and j-hope, prompting you to quickly step away from him. J-hope cleared his throat as the man walked towards him, whispering something in his ear. He responded indistinctly before glancing your way and smiling. “Looks like they’re ready for me. We’ll talk later?”

“Yeah…I’m looking forward to it.” You said as he walked off, making his way to the stage.

Like you expected, j-hope’s album was incredible, full of life, deep lyrics, some fun tracks, some tracks that hit you in the gut - you wouldn’t expect anything else from him. This album was a momentous occasion, and he should be so proud of it.

Once he went through a listen of his full album, there was a sense of relief on his face. Countless people came to congratulate him, as did you when the night was ending.

“Are you…heading home already?” He asked, trying to pay attention to you but others kept interrupting.

“Yeah, I was thinking about it.”

So many others continued to get in the way of your conversation, he gestured for you to wait for a moment while he politely bid farewell to his guests.

Once the crowd calmed down, he made his way back to you, leaning in so only you could hear him, “Do…you want a tour of the company?” J-hope asked, biting his bottom lip, wondering if he was too forward with his question.

The corners of your mouth went up and you licked your lips, a shameless chuckle escaped too, "Sure, I'd love a tour." 

You’ve seen your fair share of music labels and their company but none as extravagant as HYBE’s. They really thought of everything when it came to what their artists would need. From their own hair salon, quiet rooms, gyms, dance rooms, cafe, even a greenhouse (which was input from RM himself).

“This is um, quite impressive.” You remarked as the two of you turned the corner with Hoseok leading the way. “And where are we heading off to now?”

He leaned in towards you, “It’s a secret.” Smiling as he pressed a code to get into the elevator, which you found remarkable. You guessed they didn’t want just anyone to be walking through these hallways - made sense.

The two of you entered as the elevator doors opened, J-hope scanned his card before pressing the '6' call button. You leaned against the wall opposite of him, trying to avoid each other's gaze and suppress small smiles. "What?"

He shook his head. "You look really pretty tonight," he said, biting his bottom lip again. He's never been this forward with anyone, but little did you know you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger. He was just too scared previously to make his move.

Shying away from his comment, your eyes flickered to your boots before glancing back at him. "You know how to make a girl blush, J-hope," noting as the apple of your cheeks began to warm up. Some parts of you wondered if things would have progressed differently if you weren't stubborn and just texted him first, even though he left you on read.

“Just call me Hoseok or Hobi…j-hope seems too formal,” he giggled. You smirked, letting the informal name roll off your tongue.

The elevator dinged, opening up to an empty hallway. Hoseok gestured to follow him, you couldn’t help but try to peer into the other studios labeled for RM and SUGA. After RM and SUGA’s studio doors, you arrived at Hoseok’s studio, the last one down the hall.

You stood in the middle of his studio, taking in the vibrant decor. He indicated for you to sit in his chair, which you did. "So this is where all the magic happens huh? Hours upon hours here, dreaming of big things." You quietly tapped on his desk, before swiveling the chair around to face him.

"Or hours upon hours of sitting and doing nothing," he chuckled, because there were countless days like that. He took a step closer towards you. "What did you think of the album?"

"Loved it. Wouldn't expect anything other than greatness from you," you flirted at him, causing him to shy away with a smile, revealing the cutest little dimple.

“Do you have a favorite song from the album?"

Running through the tracklist in your head, you thought about the song that stood out to you the most, they were all great, but this one was magical. You held your finger to your cheek, tapping on it. “Equal sign, that one is my favorite.”

“That’s a good one. Do you have a favorite lyric from it?” He asked, trying to pick your brain or was he stalling because he was nervous being in the same room with you.

“Not so different, you and I…looking for love in a different light…”

He watched the words roll off your tongue, “Oh–not so different hm?” His feet shuffled closer towards you.

You shook your head, looking up at him, grinning like an idiot. "And are you looking for love?"

He leaned forward, placing both hands on the armrests beside you, causing you to draw back slightly. He was close, extremely close. "Maybe.." Hoseok continued exploring the details of your face, from your eyes to your nose, then lingered on your plush lips. "What about you?"

A breath hitched in your throat as you explored his features too, watching the small dimple appear now and again when he would smile, and you never noticed the faint beauty mark on his upper lip, making you wonder what his lips would feel like against yours. Your stomach fluttered at the thought of his lips.

Snapping out from your daze, you explained, "I don't know…the last guy left me on 'read'," referring to the last interaction you had with him. Again, not upset. He's busy. You're busy. Things didn't happen like you wanted them to, but maybe tonight would change that.

Hoseok clicked his tongue, "That's rude." His face now leaning in closer to yours, so close you can feel his breath, so close you imagined the things he could do to you with that mouth and tongue.

"Very…" you quipped at him, biting down on your bottom lip, curling your fingers underneath his chair as you inched forward to him.

"The last girl didn't RSVP to my party," he said, avoiding your eyes and instead, lingered on your parted lips - curious to know how your rose tinted lips would look on his neck, maybe even on his cock.

"Also rude of her…" you stated, knowing that he was referring to you. It wasn't your fault, per se…

"She didn't RSVP, but she did show up and now she's in my studio." You couldn't help but blush when he said that. So you weren't crazy, because he was thinking about you after his photoshoot. Maybe he had been too excited to have finally found someone he connected with and didn’t want to be overbearing, therefore trying to minimize contact with you, only to find out later you really wanted him to chase after you.

Playing dumb, you asked, "Is that right? Is she hiding somewhere?" Pretending to look around his studio, chuckling at your silly remark. You were just glad the two of you were on the same page now - that the two of you were definitely into one another.

His eyes darted from your eyes to your lips again, "Mmhm…she should come out to play."

You softly giggled, "What game are they gonna play?" Your hand now toying with his necklace, urging him to come closer.

He chuckled, "How about a game where I get to kiss her?"

"Kiss her hmm?"

He slowly nodded, watching your every move, waiting for you to give him the signal to move in.

"Only if you don't leave me on 'read' again."

Hoseok hung his head down before looking at you once more, "I promise you that won't happen." And he meant it.

"Okay…" you whispered, eyes focused on the little beauty mark on his upper lip, before traveling up to his gaze. Licking your lips, you gently pulled him by his necklace towards you. Your lips faintly in contact with his, closing your lips on the beauty mark you so wanted to taste.

He closed his eyes, turning his head to the side to deepen the kiss, pushing you back further into the chair. You cupped his face, continuing to entangle your lips with his, and you couldn't help but lace your fingers in between the hair curling on the nape of his neck.

The two of you let out a moan in unison once you pulled away. You stood up, pushing away the chair from underneath you, his hands now gripped onto your waist, and yours snaked around his neck. He began to pepper kisses down your jawline, then your neck, leaving small traces of himself on you. Tiny whimpers grew louder as you became desperate for more of his touch.

"Hoseok…" you mewled as he continued with his kisses. You began backing him up against the wall, needing to show him how regretful you were for not responding to his invite sooner.

He removed your jacket, letting it drop to the ground, mouths connecting once more, his urgency to feel all of you. He broke the kiss, asking if he could remove the straps of your dress. You responded by letting them slide off of your shoulders, revealing your bare chest.

"Fuck, you're so sexy, better than I could ever imagine," he groaned at the sight, taking his hands in yours, you brought them to cup your breasts - his hands warm and soft against them. He kissed you again, now letting his tongue dance with yours, and his hands in full control - kneading and caressing your breast and nipples.

You suddenly pulled away from him, getting down on your knees, beginning to unbuckle his belt and undo his button. He quickly looked down at you in this compromising position, didn't think he'd get to see you like this so quickly. He didn’t want to let his mind wander too far off - scared he’d blow his load before you even got your mouth on him.

"Thought you were mad," he panted, "and that's why you didn't RSVP." His head rolled back as you shimmied his pants then his underwear off, letting his thick cock spring out. "Ah–fuck," Hoseok gazed at you, all wide-eyed, ready for him to fill you up.

You grinned, "If I was mad, I wouldn't be on my knees right now, would I?" Your hand finally wrapped around his hardened length, pumping it a few times, making him hiss at the sight of you. Faintly, you dragged your tongue along the underside of his cock, running alongside the prominent vein, bringing it to the tip where a small dribble of pre-cum started to form.

“Shit–baby–you’re going to be the death of me,” Hoseok moaned, his hands tugging at his own hair.

You giggled at the cute man of the hour, “Already? I barely did anything.”

“You’re doing a lot–” he beamed. "Driving me absolutely insane right now."

"Good–" you chirped before licking your lips and taking his cock into your mouth, causing him to groan and knit his eyebrows together.

He wanted to keep his eyes open, he did. He wanted to imprint this memory into his brain forever, but your mouth was all consuming, making him forget who he was, and where he was.

You continued bobbing up and down his cock, letting your mouth go further until it would hit the back of your throat, triggering guttural groans from Hoseok. "Wait–don't wanna cum yet," his voice quivered as he looked down at you. His hand caressing your cheek, eyes pleading for this to continue in other ways. He wanted to make you feel good too.

Hoseok took your hand in his, making you stand up and switch positions with him - it was you against the door now. "Wanna make you feel good too," he whispered before placing a kiss in the crook of your neck, then your collarbone, moving it along to take a mouthful of your tit, making you gasp. His tongue flicking against your pebbled nipple, while the other was being pinched between his fingers.

"Hoseok, please…touch me," you pleaded with him. While his cock was in your mouth, your pussy clenched around nothing, you wanted to give all your attention to him, you weren't expecting anything in return but he stopped you earlier than you wanted.

"You're a needy little slut, aren't you?" He asked as he pulled down your undies, letting it drop down to your ankles. Slowly, his fingers dipped into your cunt, gathering your juices to rub your clit.

Surprised to hear those words from his mouth, but it was all the more exciting too - it turned you on even more. "Mm.."

"Say it."

You cleared your throat, "I'm a needy little slut."

"For who?"

"For you Hoseok, only you."

"Good–" he repeated your words from earlier before shoving two fingers into your pussy without any warning, making you yelp and fall forward against him.

"Fuck–Hoseok–"

"You're so wet for me already."

"I was wet the second I stepped into his building," you confessed with no shame whatsoever. You were excited to come to the party, even more excited to see Hoseok.

He flashed a grin as he continued pumping his digits in and out of your pussy, causing the most lewd noises to echo throughout his studio. Thank God it's soundproof.

"Hoseok–ah–" your expression twisted as he pumped faster. "Need you–inside me–now," you said, panting harder than before.

"Can't," he said, "No condom."

"Don't care," you chirped, making his eyes widen. "I'm on the pill, and clean - haven't had sex, been almost a year." Sad to admit, but true.

Hoseok abruptly stopped pumping you, just to make sure he heard you correctly. "Shit–I get to have you raw?"

"If you want to…yeah."

He studied your face again, just to confirm if this was really happening. You leaned in, connecting your mouth with his, telling him yes, you're sure.

Hoseok pulled away, growling into your ear, leaving small bruises onto your neck. You really were going to be the death of him, letting him have you raw.

His cock still erect and poking your thigh, you took it upon yourself to stroke him again. Now guiding his cock towards your entrance, rubbing his tip with your juices, getting yourself ready for him. Spreading your legs apart, Hoseok held his cock, just slightly letting the tip in, causing you to whimper.

"Shit–baby, I'm not gonna last long," he whispered, his head leaning against your forehead, nose nuzzling yours.

"That's okay," you reassured him, as long as you could fuck him now, you didn't care how long it would last. You kissed him again, letting your tongue play with his, as he writhed underneath to get you into a good position. You slipped your underwear away from your ankles, so he'd have better access to you, widespread, on your tip toes as he lifted you against the wall, pinning you, as he pushed his cock into your pussy.

The pair of you moaned together, he held you against the wall for a moment before steadily thrusting into you. Like he said, he wasn't going to last long if you went raw.

"You're so tight–" he grunted as he began fucking you against the wall, causing your head to bump against it every now and then. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he watched your eyebrows knit together in pleasure. It's also been a while for him since he's fucked anyone.

"Ngh–Hoseok," you whined before he abruptly set you down on his leather couch, causing him to slip out of you. Another whine left at the loss of his cock.

He let you watch as he undressed himself, then he placed himself in front of you, slipping you out of your dress and boots. Hoseok wanted to take in the view of you, memorize all your curves and beauty marks. "Beautiful," he whispered before getting down on his knees. "Can't wait to see how sweet you taste."

You propped your head up to flash him a smile before covering your face. Now that you were completely naked, you felt embarrassed at the fact you were fucking Jung Hoseok in his music studio.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you towards him, peppering kisses along the inside, making his way down to your pussy. You could hear soft chuckles coming from him, it was fun for him to see you squirm at the slightest touch.

His mouth then found your clit, slowly licking it, trying to figure out how many licks until you'd reach your high - it was pure torture, your legs quivering and shifting underneath his tongue. Then he began to lap between your folds, and every once in a while darting his tongue in your entrance making you cry out his name.

The yearning in the deep pit of your stomach started to rise up, edging you closer and closer to climax. As you continued to squirm underneath, Hoseok placed his two fingers inside your cunt, repeatedly pumping it in and out of you, bringing you over the edge and into bliss, legs shaking and convulsing as he rode out your high.

Propping yourself up to see the damage, Hoseok looked up with a grin on his face, wiping away your juices from his mouth. "So sweet," he murmured.

You sat up, pulling him down for a kiss, tasting yourself on him. He's right - so sweet. Smiling into the kiss, you told him to lay down because you wanted to show him your appreciation. He was intrigued and ready for whatever you wanted to do. He was game.

He laid down, hands behind his head, intently watching you straddle him. He couldn't help but grin at the sight of you, couldn't wait to keep having more of you, explore what you liked, loved, and what you'd be willing to try.

You stroked his length, bringing it to your entrance again, rubbing his cockhead with your juices before letting yourself bottom out on top of him. And fuck–this position was much better, you could feel all of him inside your walls.

Hoseok closed his eyes, groaning and breathing heavily as you began to roll your hips, then slamming yourself down, bordering him closer and closer to his climax - it had been building for a while already. He was trying his best to hold onto it, but once you were riding him - it was over.

He grabbed a handful of your ass, smacking it noisily, making you grin at his touch. You didn't make him out to be like this during sex - actually you had no idea at all, but you loved it. You leaned down to kiss him, and he wrapped his arms around you as he began thrusting roughly from below, whispering filthy things into your ear, causing you to moan. He continued slamming harder and harder into you, lewd noises from his cock hitting your pussy repeatedly filled the air, you bit down into his shoulder to muffle your moan.

"Baby–I'm gonna cum so hard for you," he whispered into your ear.

"Please, cum for me Hoseok–" whining back at him.

He moaned shamelessly, panting heavily as he reached his orgasm, painting your walls with white, hair now sticking to his temples as he laid his head back. He laced his fingers into your hair, lightly tugging you back so he could give you a sloppy kiss. As you laid on his chest, he grazed up and down your spine with the tips of his fingers, making you slightly shudder.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the fact you just fucked Jung Hoseok - in his studio of all places. This was definitely not your intention when you showed up at his party. You lifted yourself up, the two of you grinning like idiots at one another.

Hoseok cleared his throat, "Well um, I think that was the highlight of my party."

When you got back to your apartment, you found yourself still smiling like an idiot. You were sure your doorman knew exactly why you were so happy.

Tonight's party was perfect. More perfect than you could have imagined.

Setting down your bag and taking off your boots, you stared at the stacked pile of packages sitting next to your dining table. You walked over to find the package that Hoseok had sent the week before, wondering what could possibly be in it.

Grabbing a pair of scissors to cut it open, you found a white box, scribbled with the artwork from his album, and a small lever on the side - you assumed it was a jack in the box. You began turning the lever and it began playing a melody from his album. Knowing what would pop up at the end, you braced yourself for the inevitable, and our popped the character from his album artwork. Attached to it was a crinkled note, handwritten by Hoseok himself, it said, "Hope I get to see you. Let's also go out on a proper date and get to know one each other better - Your hope."

You grinned at the note, if only you opened your package earlier, then you would have known he wanted to take you out, instead of you just showing up to his party and fucking him.

You 1:27AM

Can I pencil in a date before

Worldwide superstar j-hope

jets off?

Hoseok 1:28AM

Absolutely. See you in a few hours? 😏

You 1:28AM

Come over for breakfast?

Hoseok 1:29AM

What's on the menu?

You 1:29AM

Me.

Hoseok 1:30AM

Mm..exactly what I was craving.

#bts fanfic #jung hoseok #hoseok fic #hoseok fanfic #jhope fic #jhope fanfic #hoseok smut #bts jhope #fic: safety zone #jhope smut #hoseok x reader #bts

[dragonbma]

What’s Sammy like in your AUs? (Personality, but appearance in particular,, had an idea floating in my brain about an animation meme)

Saw this ask and I swear I have never speedrun a concept so fast- it must be partially from the art high I’m getting from the animatic. /j

Sammy infodumping below:

I’ve had a rough idea for their design for a while so I’ll try to sum this up as best I can. Sammy in my AUs (and headcanons for in game) was originally an explorer with Nurm. The duo would go and chart new territories, with Sammy being oriented on studying the fauna/flora of biomes and Nurm mapping. Eventually, the two run into Jack and Vos while on a treasure hunt and decide to help out. One successful treasure hunt later and all four become a group, going on adventures and mapping and such. After a few years, Nurm decides to go off and map new locations while the trio go off adventuring.

Sea Temple time oh boy: The trio stumble upon a prismarine gauntlet while spelunking and accidentally open the original “heckmouth.” (The gauntlet doesn’t have the curse of binding, but the heckmouth does pose a great threat.) Eager to find answers on how to close the dangerous pit, they visit the closest village: Mushroom Archipelago. Sammy, used to conversing with Nurm, translates for the group and they deduce that their best bet lies in a Sea Temple nearby. (Not going into too much detail here because I’m saving it for my fic.) Unfortunately things go awry upon entering the guardian room of the temple when Sammy is killed by the guardians and Vos locked away in the room’s traps.

—Petra reminds Jack a LOT of Sammy which is why he is so quick to open up to her and offer to take her on adventures.

—The potion in Sammy’s inventory at the time of her death was given to her by Vos (something to help defeat the elder guardians with like strength or speed.)

Personality:

—very similar to Petra (laid back, group mediator, etc)

—experienced archer and biologist (cartographer too after joining Jack and Vos)

—always carried a journal in her bag filled with sketches of biomes, plants, mobs, etc

—would have loved lush caves if she found one

Design Notes: (may be changed in final reference)

—bandages around hands help with climbing trees (usually to get to a vantage point for shooting)

—cape is very short and is often worn around neck or waist (also her diamond is in the center)

—every bit of me is holding back adding more plants to her apparel

—colors may be changed in her final design, but you’re absolutely free to use them nonetheless

—Hehe also as a little easter egg, for those of y’all who pay close attention to my drawings of Vos, you’ll know he carries leaves in his bag. Yes, that has always been a nod to my Sammy design. I may be slightly in denial that he’s dead, but he always plants to remind himself of her.

I cannot wait to see your animation meme omg. ^^ That sounds so freaking awesome—

#mcsm #minecraft story mode #mcsm sammy #mcsm vos #mcsm jack #mcsm nurm #bermuda brainrot hours #bermuda ramblings #bermuda replies #scriptscratches #enjoy the little animatic snippet at the bottom corner

[fnaffersblog]

Eyyyy Spoilers for 'Moon Says GOODBYE in VRCHAT'

Trigger Warnings Below Cut for: Cursing

(This is a bit old at this point, but eh. Curse of loving a show that airs daily, yeah?)

Also, beep beep, ty to everyone for your nice comments and stuff in the tags, I see them and I appreciate them. I love that everyone loves this show. It's fun to do these little deep dive reaction posts. :)

RIGHT OFF THE BAT WE START OFF WITH SUN INSISTING MOON DOES NOT HAVE TO LEAVE

MOON INSISTING HE DOES

SUN RE-INSISITING HE DOES NOT

This was kind of what I was talking about in the last post. Sun does not have the confidence to ask for what he NEEDS. He knows what he needs. He needs Moon to STAY right now. He's pulling every excuse out in the book. He's trying to frame it as 'Maybe Moon doesn't really want to go.' which isn't going to work because yes Moon does. He's trying to frame it as 'Maybe Eclipse isn't really a problem' which isn't true. He's talking about the length of time. Framing it as being "A month of not being in your life."

Sun kind of DOES touch on the issue, mentioning that he'll be alone, which had to be INCREDIBLY difficult, just that one word, you know? Because even one word opens up the possibility of the question 'Are you okay?' and then the horses are out, you know?

He's desperate at this point to get Moon to stay here, dropping every explanation he can to try and convince Moon to stay but the only thing that's going to get Moon to stay is him saying, 'Moon I Need You To Stay Right Now'

Which SUUUUUUCKS

At this point I don't think Moon COULD put off going and getting the stuff for the satellite. He's right too. They don't know what Eclipse is up too and his disappearance is MUCH more concerning than if he was around being a nuisance. They also probably run the risk of being found out if they wait too long. They also now have Jigsaw locked up in the arcade (which, aren't there like, customers? How... why... there's... anyways)

But I'm sure if Sun SAID something, Moon would take a moment and re think it, maybe try and plan a way, bring him with or set up a method of communication. Time dilation or otherwise.

It does sounds a little bit like Moon is using this as a break which is something I did touch upon before, that Moon and Earth can't be constantly holding Sun up or they're going to get exhausted themselves. Something that may inadvertently affect Sun if they take said exhaustion out on him. Which happened last episode so that's a very likely possibility.

I am glad he's taking a break. They need it. This is just really BAD timing. It's nobody's fault. It just sucks.

"Gregory is a kid" OnLy WHen It'S coNveNieNT

"That the computer doesn't have ANY input on." "Damn it."

Lol

"Maybe FLUFFY dinosaurs?" That's not any better! Lol

There was a very fun, long ass section here about Moon and Sun that devolved into several pages of discussion melding and expanding upon stuff people have said to me and stuff I’ve said already.

Uh.

So I took it out. I’m hammering away at it slowly for it’s own post. Ppppphhhbt.

Ah 4-5 days NOT 45 days. I was confused at first I thought Moon's VA was taking a month off not a week.

Nope. Never mind. Moon hasn't changed at all. Still a dick. Reset didn't change anything. /j

He's such a gremlin. It would be funnier if Sun didn't sound on the verge of crying.

"I'm about to beat you to death with this thing. I'm actually happy you're leaving now." Lol. Siblings.

Cool. That's good. So Sun will still be able to contact Moon if he needs.

"Shall I read you your last rights?" "I hate you." Ahhh, AI1. ALWAYS a pleasure.

"He'll be fine for a week." Are you sure? Again. He's just... sitting in a public space in a giant arcade room in a pizzaplex made to entertain families. I think, if he were to threaten to tear a child's limbs out slowly, there'd be problems.

Good Eclipse! Good to see him!

Damn Eclipse, you keep ur daycare like this? Barrels all over the place? Clean up not a thing in this dimension? (lol)

I never actually watched the episodes with the british gator. Is this Lord Monty?

Oh no he's as bad

Oh no

Oh NO

Folks I have found a character on the Sun and Moon show I dislike

WHAt is He SAYING?

I HATE HIM

IM CRYING LAUGHING I DISLIKE HIM SO MUUUCH

Eclipses IMMEDIATE regret at the accent My brother in SaMs YOU DO THE GATORS VOICE

I love this it's so funny im crying

#fafferchat #faffreacts #sams #tsams #sams spoilers #sun and moon show #tsams spoilers #sun and moon show spoilers #it's been sitting in my drafts! #but I've been so busy irl #I wanted it GONE #so here

[rosietrace]

Emperor Yuuta, Midas's gift

[ Art by: @authoruio ^^ please check out their content ]

Content related to Sumeragi Yuuta for the Royal AU! An AU that was discussed in the "Melodic Misconceptions 🎹" discord server

Warning(s): Yuuta /j, Yuuta being aroace is not explicitly mentioned but is somewhat implied, me being in love with Yuren, a brief mention of Carol but she isn't mentioned by name

Edit: It isn't explicitly mentioned because of my dumbass, but Yuuta was wearing gloves when he touched Miren

Taglist: @starry-night-rose @nem0-nee @fumikomiyasaki @windbornearchon @sakuramidnight15 @geminiiviolets @twsted-princess @knights-escort @oseathepebble

Note: Reblogs are recommended and encouraged

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"The Golden rule: He who has the gold makes the rules."

A quote that befitted that of the emperor of Midas. An empire that benefited off of the wealth of the rich and powerful, and had a low rate of poverty. To the point that it was practically forbidden to be in poverty, lest you shall be banished and are advised to never return.

That was the empire of emperor Yuuta Sumeragi.

Young, handsome, and unbelievably charismatic, Yuuta's considered an incredibly eligible bachelor ever since his ascension to the throne. And it happened that his advisors and imperial court had done what they could to persuade him into an engagement with one of the most eligible ladies of society.

Everyone in the empire praised him. Treated as if he were larger than life. And there were times where, yes, he is larger than life.

To everyone around him, Yuuta was someone that even God would bow down to. Someone you would always fall for. Not only for his beauty, but for his unimaginable wealth and charm.

But… There was always something unusual about the emperor. Something that had intrigued his subjects ever since his ascension.

He never touched anyone. Emotionally? Naturally, he was able to touch everyone with his touching words during his annual speeches.

But sexually? Psychically? No one's ever witnessed Yuuta do such a thing.

And that gave many nobles, desperate to become his consort, a challenge. Because the benevolent Yuuta never touched anyone, many had their doubts about his eligibility as a bachelor. Especially when the discussion of imperial heirs were discussed.

But nevertheless, Yuuta was still loved by his people. And relished in the unending praise he got for his benevolence.

But there was one thing Yuuta hated. Something that he utterly despised about himself.

His curse. One that was cast upon him at a young age by an unknown evil.

It may seem like a blessing, and at times it was, but Yuuta almost always saw it as a curse. Even if it helped grow his fortune.

He referred to it as "The curse of King Midas". He named it after his empire, and the man his empire was named after.

With a simple act of physical contact, no matter how soft the touch was, Yuuta would always turn anything and anyone into gold.

And that was the inevitable end his mother and father, the late emperor and empress, had faced when Yuuta was only a child.

In an attempt to cover up these mishaps when they happen, Yuuta would place the gold statues, statues that were once people, in his garden. To act as mere decorations to entertain the birds that flew by.

He hated his curse. And he couldn't help but hate himself for inflicting such a cruel fate onto his parents.

When he ascended to the throne, Yuuta was young. Still handsome, but he felt his sanity slowly fade away once the crown was placed on his brunette head.

And in his early reign, he wasn't the power-hungry tyrant he was currently known for.

In fact, he appeared to be a scared, vulnerable little boy. Someone that looked so harmless that you couldn't imagine him as the emperor of a powerful nation.

And he didn't like that. He didn't like the image everyone had of him at the time. And so he hardened himself. He hid away his fear, bottling up and dressing himself in the most opulent of silk.

And slowly but surely become the tyrant he was now known for.

[ Meeting a merchant ]

It was a rather boring day for the young emperor. To him, it was an endless cycle that repeated itself everyday.

He wakes up, dressing up in the finest fabric. He ate the most luxurious and exotic pieces of food. And he resumed his duties as the emperor of one of the most powerful nations in the continent.

All while parliament was pressuring him into an unwanted marriage with unwanted individuals.

It was boring. It wasn't exciting nor intriguing. And it sure as hell wasn't amusing in the slightest.

And because of his boredom, Yuuta was tempted to temporarily leave the palace grounds and explore his empire. Particularly the slums.

And so, Yuuta took a cloak out of his closet and quickly ran out of the palace grounds, seamlessly passing by the imperial guards.

And that's when he ran into the slums. If you could call it that, at least.

Due to the surreal opulence of his empire, Yuuta forbade poverty from existing in Midas. Which is actually quite effective, since his empire has the lowest percentage of poverty among the many continents in the world.

And the slums were no different. It just looked more ordinary compared to the luxuriousness of the capitol.

Yuuta didn't mind, though. He actually liked the simplicity "the slums" had compared to the ridiculous sumptuousness of the capitol.

Suddenly, he bumped into someone. A traveling merchant, by the look of his clothing that didn't befit the culture of Midas.

Perplexed and unaware of who they just bumped into, the merchant helped Yuuta up and quickly apologized.

"Apologies…. It seems I didn't notice your presence."

Yuuta scoffed in amusement. Did this merchant not recognize me? He would've assumed everyone across the continents knew about him.

"No, it's fine. I'm not the type to hold grudges over something so trivial." He brushed it off casually, sending the merchant a pleasantly polite smile.

Feeling a bit awkward, the merchant nodded, and Yuuta noticed the hesitation they had in their body language before they spoke.

"If you'd like, I could repay you with something."

He smirked, feeling more intrigued than ever.

"Oh? And how?" He inquired, crossing his arms sassily. An action that had the merchant narrow their eyes and sigh.

"I'm good at cooking… So if you'd like, I can repay you by making you some food." They suggested as they were looking away from Yuuta for a moment before they invoked eye contact with him again.

Chuckling, Yuuta nodded, willing to oblige to their requests.

He didn't actually think that the merchant was a good cook. He merely assumed it was just an act of kindness with an additional exaggeration. But that didn't stop him from feeling interested in trying their food.

On the plus side, the merchant was an attractive young man. Around his age, in fact.

Yuuta didn't have high expectations. His standards were already high because of the palace chefs and their lavish dishes they served him.

What he never expected was that the merchant's food was significantly better than his chefs. And they chuckled a little when they saw the sparkle in his eyes after taking a bite.

They ended up having a long conversation. Talking amongst each other, acting as if their statuses never mattered…

…. It was a comforting feeling Yuuta had never felt before.

"Speaking of names… You never actually told me your name."

A drop of sweat fell down the merchant's face as they narrowed their eyes at Yuuta, who sent them a playful smirk in response."I didn't think it would be important to mention, but I guess it can't be helped…"

They inhaled, feeling rather hesitant to tell Yuuta their name.

"It's Miren. Miren Lockhart."

Lockhart. That name felt familiar. But Yuuta didn't bother to try and investigate his assumptions any further.

"I see. Well, Miren, my name is Yuuta. And…" he stood up and walked towards Miren, giving their somewhat calloused hand a gentle kiss.

"I must take my leave." He announced, before leaving Miren alone with an adorable flushed face.

It was a blessing that Yuuta was so good at lying. As he was able to convince his servants that he just spent his day in the further parts of the garden.

Just as he was about to go rest up in his chambers, a knight approached him. The captain of the imperial guard, actually.

"Your imperial majesty, we have received word of a young woman at the gates of the empire."

He arched a brow in bewilderment and utter disinterest. He didn't have time for something like that. But nonetheless, Yuuta asked for a description of the woman's appearance if there was one.

"Brunette, green eyed…. Their hair was disheveled and unbelievably unclean, and their gown was tattered-"

"Do not allow them entry."

The captain was taken aback."Pardon? But your majesty-"

"Did you not hear me? I said… Don't allow them entry into my empire." Yuuta cut them off, sending them a cold looking scowl that sent a chill down their spine.

Feeling anxious, the captain of the imperial guard reluctantly nodded and went to tell his unit to not allow the unknown woman entry into the empire.

As Yuuta laid down on his soft bed, bedecked in gold and palatial gemstones, he smiled to himself, thinking of the merchant he had encountered earlier.

He snorted, remembering the air of familiarity of their last name.

"Miren….. An intriguing individual for sure."

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