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mcntsee · 9 months

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Letters to her

prologue

summary: kaz’s letter to y/n throughout the years.

warnings: Kaz’s past is kinda mentioned, mentions of death, cursing

note: I tried to express kaz’s feelings and growth with every start and finish of all the letters, hopefully you guys understand it too. I added a little something at the end, hope you enjoy! <3333

first letter:

Deer y/n

My da said you can came come play wheneber you want to come play with my me again can you please come play with me soon pleas?

I miss you and Jordie miss and da and the little kitteny miss you we all misses you very much

Love Kaz!

(I drawed a pist picture of you and me and spots playing)

2nd letter

Dear Y/N,

I hope you're doing okay. I wanted to say a big thank you for being there when we said bye to my da. It made me feel better knowing you were there, even though it was kinda sad.

Guess what? Jordie said we're gonna move to Ketterdam. He says it's cause he wants me to go to a good school there. I'm not sure about leaving this house, but Jordie says it'll be good for us.

The cool part is that you live in Ketterdam! That means we can hang out more and play together. Remember when we used to build forts in the living room and pretend we were pirates? Maybe we can do that in Ketterdam too.

I'll miss this house a bit because it's where we played hide and seek and had ice cream parties, but I think Ketterdam will be fun too. And I'm really happy cause we'll get to see each other more often!

I will see you soon, okay?

Love, Kaz!

3rd letter

Dear y/n,

I'm really, really sorry I haven't come to see you yet. It's not 'cause I don't want to, I promise. You're still my bestest friend ever. It's just that things got a little crazy since we arrived.

Jordie met this guy named Jacob Hertzoon. And guess what? Jacob offered us a whole bunch of money for our house! Jordie said it's a really good thing 'cause we can use the money for important stuff. But it also means we're super busy.

I didn't want you to think I forgot about you or anything. I miss you a lot and I still want to see you and play together. Maybe once we're all settled in our new place and get the money, we can have a big adventure like we used to.

Thanks for being the best friend ever. I promise we'll hang out soon, okay?

Love, Kaz!

4th letter

Y/N,

Are you okay? Please write back! Jordie is gone. I need to know you're alive.

Kaz.

5th letter

Y/N,

I heard you went on quite the journey to Shu Han just to retrieve my cane. I assume the trip was bearable. Your efforts are appreciated.

It's curious how life unfolds, isn't it? One day we're children playing in the streets, the next we're scattered across the world for various reasons. Yet, here we are, still connected by some thread of familiarity.

I imagine you'll return from your expedition when the time is right. Until then, business with the dregs continues as usual. The city keeps turning, and so do its dealings. As for me, well, I have my own matters to attend to as soon as I’m able to walk again.

- K.B.

First note

Get well soon! Let me know if you need anything else.

- Love, Y/n!

6th letter

Y/N,

Your letter reached me, and I must admit, it contained more substance than I anticipated. Word travels fast in the Barrel, and it seems that Haskell has taken quite an interest in your recent endeavors. His words carry weight, though they seldom come without a price.

If his assessment holds true, and you manage to prove your worth in the upcoming job, it could indeed elevate you within the ranks. Haskell’s recognition of your potential is both promising and concerning. The higher one climbs, the more treacherous the fall can be.

In the midst of this, know that I await your return.

May you navigate these challenges with the same tenacity that has carried you thus far. I wish you the best of luck, Y/N. Tread carefully.

- K.B

7th letter

Y/N,

You certainly have a talent for uncovering promising recruits. Jesper Fahey. The word on the street is that he’s got a steady aim that’s worth noticing. The skills he possesses could indeed be valuable, particularly in the line of work we find ourselves engaged in.

However, I must tread cautiously when it comes to individuals entangled in debts and vices. Jesper Fahey, from what I’ve heard, is no stranger to gambling. His tendency to wager recklessly has garnered quite a reputation, one that isn’t entirely favorable. The loyalty of a man buried under the weight of debts is a precarious matter. Whether his skills can outweigh the burden of his choices remains to be seen.

Your perspective on recruits is valued, and I’ll certainly keep a watchful eye on Fahey. I trust your judgment, and I’m willing to entertain the possibility. In the midst of all this, remember that your return is anticipated and your presence missed.

Return safely,

K.B.

8th letter

Y/N,

Do you remember Jesper? It’s almost comical how, after discussing him in my last letter, fate seemed to conspire to validate our conversation. Not long after I sent those words to you, I found myself intervening to prevent Jesper from getting himself thoroughly thrashed due to his gambling debts.

I hope I’ve made the right call by extending a hand to Jesper. It’s a calculated risk, one that I’m hoping will pan out in our favor. There’s potential there, no doubt, but potential doesn’t always translate into reliability.

This letter is short, I know, but I will tell you more about it when you come back.

Stay safe,

K.B

9th letter

Y/n,

It’s been days since your last communication, and the weight of uncertainty presses heavily on me. The quiet absence of your presence has stirred an unease I’m not accustomed to.

I’ve seen you handle insane odds, and I know you’re more than capable. But here I am. My mind keeps wandering to places I’d rather it not go, imagining scenarios that could have unfolded, and none of them are sitting well with me.

I hope that this silence is a result of strategic detachment, that you’re immersed in the intricacies of the job and haven’t had a moment to spare for correspondence.

I’m not accustomed to this vulnerability, nor do I care for it. Yet, here I am, plagued by the absence of information. I ask you, if you’re able, to dispel this uncertainty. A simple message, a token of reassurance – anything to quell this rising tide of apprehension.

I await word from you with an intensity I hadn’t thought possible. May it come soon.

Expectantly,

K.B

10th letter

Y/N,

I received the coat you sent, and I must admit, it's a rare occasion when I'm at a loss for words. It's unlike anything I would've chosen for myself, yet somehow, it feels surprisingly fitting. I can't deny its utility either – I appreciate it.

Jesper and Nina have managed to cultivate a special talent for driving me to the brink of exasperation. Their camaraderie is both amusing and bewildering, a chaotic symphony that I'm still attempting to decipher.

Today was no different. Jesper's antics at the club bordered on audacious, and Nina's unbridled laughter was enough to turn heads in our direction. As I tried to navigate the sea of chaos they create, I found myself, unusually, yearning for a return to some semblance of normalcy.

I must confess, the prospect of your return holds an allure I hadn't anticipated. There's a steadiness in your presence, an understanding that's often a rare commodity in these tumultuous times. The chaos, the hustle – they feel more manageable when you're around.

Till then, I'll persevere in the sea of antics that Jesper and Nina stir up, counting down the days until your return.

Until then,

Kaz

11th letter

Y/N,

Your mention of the jurda parem caught my attention, no doubt about it. It’s a name that carries weight, and I’ve got a feeling we’re treading on some dangerous ground here. It’s the kind of thing that’s best left untouched until we’ve got a better handle on what it entails.

Listen, I won’t preach, but I’ve got to say it – be careful and keep an eye out for trouble. The city’s not known for being kind to those who don’t tread carefully, and I’d hate to see you caught in something you didn’t see coming.

I’ve got a job for you. One that’s right up your alley. It’s always better discussing these things face to face, so when you can, make your way back. The sooner, the better.

Until then,

Kaz

12th letter

Y/N,

I’ve never been one for words, as you well know. My tongue seems to have a mind of its own, often saying the wrong things at the wrong time. And when it comes to matters like these, I’ve found that my eloquence takes a swift exit.

So, here I am, writing this letter in hopes that the words come out right, that they somehow capture what I’m feeling. I’ve spent years navigating the intricacies of this city, and yet the complexities of my own emotions have managed to elude me.

I’ve always valued our connection, from those early days of childhood mischief to the present. You’ve been a constant in my life, someone whose presence brings a sense of order to the chaos that surrounds us. And somewhere along the way, that bond transformed into something deeper, something I’ve been grappling with.

I find myself wanting to say more, to articulate the thoughts that remain half-formed in my mind. But it’s difficult, Y/N, and this letter might be the best I can manage.

What I’m trying to say is that you’ve become more than a friend, more than a partner in crime. There’s a depth to my feelings that I’m only beginning to understand. And if I’m being truly honest, I’d like to explore where this path might lead.

I understand if you need time, if my sudden candor is a lot to process. But I wanted to put these thoughts down, to let you know where my heart is at. And if you’re open to it, if you’ve felt even a fraction of what I’ve been feeling, then maybe we can navigate this new terrain together.

Kaz.

Second note

I’d like to explore where this path might lead too.

Love, y/n!

13th letter

Y/N,

I can't thank you enough for stepping in when I couldn't. I hope the contractor in Lij wasn’t hard to handle.

Now, I have a proposal of a different kind. How about we put our skills to use in a more relaxed setting? I'd like to take you out to dinner. No heists, no secret dealings, just you and me, navigating the menu instead of the back alleys.

I've made reservations for us at a place that's a bit more reputable than the Barrel's taverns. Consider it a step toward normalcy, a chance to enjoy an evening without looking over our shoulders.

Looking forward to your return,

Kaz

14th letter

Dear Y/N,

Your letter reached me, and I've got to say, the way you put it into words – how much you miss me – it hits home. The distance is a constant reminder of the warmth I've grown accustomed to, and I find myself missing you more than I thought possible.

This job is driving me insane, and my thoughts often wander back to Ketterdam, back to you. It's like a pull, a magnetic force that tugs me back to the life we've been building together.

I bought something with me – a box of those chocolates you can't seem to get enough of. The catch? I'm hoping they survive the journey and don't turn into a gooey mess.

I want you to know that with every sunrise and sunset that passes, I'm getting more restless to return to the city that's been our canvas, our backdrop. Until then, my thoughts are with you, and I'm eagerly counting down the days until I can wrap my arms around you again.

With all my longing,

Kaz

3rd note

I apologize, it seems the chocolates didn’t fare too well. I hope they’re still somewhat salvageable and that they manage to satisfy your sweet tooth.

- Kaz

15th letter

Dear Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you on the mend, wrapped in warmth and taking good care of yourself. It pains me to know you're unwell while I'm away, unable to offer even the smallest comfort.

My love, get well soon. I miss your laughter, your presence – they're a part of my life I can't bear to be without for long. The distance feels heavier when I know you're not well.

Today, during the heist, I saw a small brown cat with delicate white spots. The sight of it was like a reminder of simpler times, of moments when things were less complex. It stirred memories of my old cat "Spots," whose antics used to provide a reprieve from the realities of the Barrel.

As I look around, I find myself yearning for the day when I'll return to Ketterdam. Until then, my thoughts are with you, my love. Rest well, recover soon, and know that I will be there soon.

With all my affection,

Kaz

16th letter

Dearest Y/N,

There are times in life when words are inadequate, when even the most eloquent phrases fall short of capturing the depth of one's emotions. Today is one such day, and I find myself grappling with a sentiment that defies my usual precision.

I love you, Y/N. There, I've said it, though the words seem almost insufficient to convey the weight of my feelings. You've woven your presence into the very fabric of my being, and I find that I'm navigating uncharted territory, stumbling upon emotions that have long remained dormant.

In a world marked by uncertainties, you've become my constant, the one I turn to when the winds of the Barrel grow fierce. I cherish our bond, our shared history, and the future we're forging together.

As the days pass, my conviction only grows stronger. You've touched a part of me I thought was unreachable, and I find myself grateful for the warmth you've brought into my life.

Love,

Kaz

4th note

I love you too, more than words can express.

- Love, y/n!

17th letter

My Love,

I've stumbled upon something while on my trip to Lij, a revelation that caught me by surprise. My old house is up for sale. I confess, it's a notion that's been hovering in the back of my mind, a possibility I've been toying with.

And then, as if fate had a hand to play, it occurred to me – what if we made it our own? Y/N, would you consider it? The thought of creating new memories in a space that's intertwined with my past is something that holds a certain allure. A place where we could carve out our own sanctuary, away from the schemes and chaos that surround us.

If this notion speaks to you, let me know. It's a step I'd only take with you, a shared decision that would mark a new chapter in our journey together.

Love,

Kaz

18th letter

This is to certify that Y/N L/N and Kaz Brekker is (are) now registered as the absolute proprietor(s) of the land comprised in the above-mentioned title, subject to the entries in the register relating to the land and to such of the overriding interests set out in section 30 of the Registered Land Act as may for the time being subsist and affect the land.

Kaz Brekker __________

19th letter

My love Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you in good spirits, even though I’m far away in Shu Han. I wanted to share something with you – I stumbled upon the perfect dining table. It’s a piece that seems to embody the essence of what we’ve built together, a symbol of the life we’re crafting, even from a distance.

As I stand here, thousands of miles away, my thoughts are never far from Ketterdam, from you. Every corner of the city is a reminder of our shared journey, of the future we’re molding. And with every passing day, I find myself longing to return, to be by your side again.

The plans we’ve made, the dreams we’ve spun – they’re a driving force, propelling me forward through the challenges that Shu Han presents. I promise you, Y/N, I’ll be back soon enough.

Until then, know that you’re in my thoughts, my heart, every moment of the day.

With all my affection,

Kaz

20th letter

Love,

I’ve come across some interesting information that might be of use to you. It seems that there’s a rumor circulating about a certain merchant in the Fifth Harbor. This merchant, it’s said, has been trying to make deals with both the Merchants Council and the Whitecrows, something that has my interest piqued.

I’ve also managed to uncover some details about a potential source of counterfeit currency that might be making its way into the hands of certain unsavory individuals. The source, surprisingly, seems to be tied to a printing press hidden away in the Barrel. It’s a curious development, one that could have far-reaching consequences.

And finally, I’ve received word that a shipment of goods has gone missing from a storage warehouse near the docks. This might not seem significant at first glance, but it’s the timing that intrigues me. A missing shipment, coupled with the merchant’s deals and the counterfeit currency – it’s all connected, I’m certain of it.

Stay vigilant, stay cautious. And know that even in the midst of our separate tasks, you’re in my thoughts.

I miss you, and I love you.

Love,

Kaz

21st letter

Y/N,

Listen to me, and listen carefully. You need to come back to Ketterdam, now. What you walked into, it was a trap – calculated, deliberate. I can’t explain it all in this letter, but trust me when I say your safety is in jeopardy.

I don’t care what you’re in the middle of, what plan you’re executing – drop it, and make your way back. I can’t lose you, not now, not like this. The threat is real, and the longer you stay where you are, the more danger you’re in.

I’m begging you, Y/N, hurry back. We can sort through the details, I’ll explain everything, but right now, all that matters is your safety. Don’t delay, don’t second-guess. Just come back.

Kaz

22nd letter

Love,

I’m pleading with you, begging you to reach out, to let me know you’re safe. This silence, it’s a torment I can’t bear. Every thought is tinged with worry, and I find myself grappling with scenarios that are far too grim.

I don’t care about the details, the reasons – they pale in comparison to my overwhelming need to know you’re okay. We’ve faced down darkness together, navigated treacherous waters, and I can’t accept the idea of you being lost in the midst of it all.

Please, Y/N, come back to Ketterdam. If you’re reading this, if you’re anywhere, find a way to let me know you’re alive. I’ll make sense of the rest later. Just, my love, come back to me.

Kaz

23rd letter

Y/N,

I can’t wait any longer. The silence is a weight on my chest, a suffocating reminder of the unknown. I’ve agonized, I’ve begged, and still, there’s no word from you. It’s time I take matters into my own hands.

Please, hold on. I’m coming. I hope you’re okay, I hope you’re just out of reach, waiting for me to catch up. It’s a risk I have to take.

I love you.

Stay strong, my love. I’m on my way.

24th letter

My Dearest Y/N,

It's been a week since you left us, a week of darkness and aching emptiness that nothing can fill. I know you won't get this letter, that these words will remain suspended in the void, but I find myself needing to put them down, needing to release the feelings that have taken hold of me.

The pain is suffocating, a weight that's settled into my bones. I still can't grasp the reality, can't accept that you're gone, that your light has been extinguished. It's a void that stretches beyond comprehension, a void I'm stumbling through.

The memories are a double-edged sword. They're a balm, a reminder of the moments we shared, of your laughter, your warmth. But they're also a blade, a reminder of what's been taken from us, of the future that was stolen away.

I want you to know, even though you'll never read these words – I love you. I always have, and I always will. You were more than a partner, more than a confidant. You were my anchor, my solace, my reason to keep pushing forward.

It's impossible to fathom life without you, Y/N. Your absence leaves a void that can never be filled. I can only hope that wherever you are, you're at peace, free from the pain that's gripped my heart.

Until we meet again, my love,

Kaz

25th letter

My dearest Y/N,

Six months have passed, and the ache of your absence has only deepened. The city, our city, is a different place without you. The crows, the ones you brought together, are slowly finding their separate paths, their separate destinies. It's as if the world itself is reshaping in your absence.

I found the little box where you kept all those letters. Your letters, my words – I'm surprised, in a way, that you kept them all. It's a piece of you that I'll treasure forever.

It's in these moments of solitude that I find myself yearning for your presence the most. Your laughter, your insights – they're still very much alive in my memories, and they continue to guide me through the labyrinthine twists of this world.

I miss you, Y/N. More than words can say. The void you left behind is as vast as the Barrel itself, and there's a hollowness that's impossible to fill. I can only hope that, wherever you are, you've found the peace that eluded you in life.

Until the next time we meet, my love,

Kaz

26th letter

My Dearest Y/N,

Time has continued its relentless march, and two years have slipped through my grasp since you left us. The city, once our canvas, has taken on a different hue, a different weight. The crows have scattered, their paths diverging, and the life we built together feels like a distant memory.

I wanted to share something with you – I've made a decision about the house, the one that once held the echoes of our shared history. It's a decision born out of the reality that without you, it's ceased to be a home. The walls, the rooms – they're empty without your presence, and it's a stark reminder of what's been lost.

Putting it up for sale again, it's not just about letting go of a physical space. It's about acknowledging that our time together, our shared moments, live on in memories, not in bricks and mortar. I carry you with me, always, but it's time to release the hold the house had on me.

Life continues to move forward, though it's a path I tread with a shadow that can never be dispelled. I hope, wherever you are, you've found the peace that eluded you in life. And I hope, wherever I am, you're watching over me, your presence a guiding light through the darkness.

With a heart full of love,

Kaz

27th letter

My dearest,

It's been almost three years, and some days it feels like it was just yesterday when I last saw you. I miss you, fuck, I miss you so much. It's like this gaping hole, this emptiness that can't be filled. No matter how many schemes I plan, no matter how many crows I put to work, it's like there's this void that's always there.

I was gonna do it, you know? I was gonna ask you. I got this ring, this small little thing that I bought just a month before you fucking died. It's funny, you know, I never thought I'd be the one to feel this way, to want something that much, to want to stake a claim in this shithole of a world.

But I guess that's what you did to me. You turned this cold, calculating schemer into someone who wanted more, who wanted you. I'm sorry I didn't ask you sooner, that I waited, that I let time slip through my fingers like sand. I'm sorry I couldn't be the one you deserved.

You were my light, Y/N. You shined a light into my darkest corners, and now that you're gone, it's like the shadows have returned with a vengeance. I need you, I need you so fucking much it's like a knife in my gut every damn day.

I don't know where you are, what's out there after this life, but I hope you're somewhere better. I hope you're at peace, and I hope you know that I'm here, waiting in this shithole, missing you every fucking day.

I love you, Y/N. I love you so fucking much it hurts. And I wish... I wish I could've showed it more when you were still here.

With all my shattered pieces,

Kaz

28th letter

Deer Y/N,

This will be the last letter I write to you, and as I put pen to paper, I’m filled with a mixture of emotions that words could never truly capture. The passage of time has been unkind, separating us by years that have felt both fleeting and eternal.

It’s strange, the way grief works. It’s a steady ache that never truly fades, an ache I’ve grown accustomed to carrying. There’s an emptiness in my heart that’s become a part of me, a void that can never be filled by anyone or anything else.

I’ve learned to navigate this world without you, though it’s been a journey fraught with challenges and moments of unbearable pain. There’s a longing, a yearning, that can never be quenched. You were my constant, the force that kept me grounded, and now that you’re gone, there’s a piece of me that will forever remain incomplete.

As time marches on, I find myself grappling with a heartbreaking reality – the sound of your voice is fading from my memory. The way you felt, the touch of your hand in mine, it’s becoming harder to recall. It’s as though the vibrant details of your presence are slipping through my fingers, leaving behind a hazy impression.

And oh, Y/N, the thought that your laughter will never again reach my ears, it’s a pain that reverberates through my very being. Your face, once etched in my mind with unparalleled clarity, is beginning to blur around the edges. The little details that I once treasured, the nuances that made you uniquely you, they’re slipping away, like grains of sand carried by the wind.

I love you, Y/N. Those words have become a mantra, a whispered refrain that echoes in the corners of my mind. I carry your memory with me, every step of the way, and I hold onto the hope that, wherever you are, you’ve found the peace that eluded you in life.

As I place this letter alongside the others, a part of me hopes that somehow, somewhere, you’ll receive these words, that you’ll know that you were loved, that you’re still loved, even in your absence.

I miss you, “we all misses you very much.”

Love, Kaz!

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thatoddgent · 10 months

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💫🌸🐸helloooooooo could I request some ghoul reader who is scared of the thunder and lightning? Some fluff comfort of the ghouls, each ghoul finding them cowering in fear and how each one’s reacts and what they do? Ghoul reader is newly summons and they are still sensitive to it and it’s There first storm?!

Thanks!

Calm In the Storm (Nameless Ghoul[ettes] x Gn! Ghoul Reader)

A/N: Finally feeling better, so time to get this out, thank you so much for requesting and even more for waiting. I really appreciate the love I've gotten on my work so far, and it's people like you that give me this outlet and the ability to share my work. I went with the approach of setting the scene and then splitting the scenario, I hope you like it! :)

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Warnings: None! Pure comfort, unless you count mentions of overstimulation, or fear of storms.

The room was so quiet, but so loud, your head was so full but there was nothing all at once. A new life, surrounded by people you don't know, the looks and the sounds that greeted you, it was all too much.

Just a few hours earlier, you were surrounded by strangers, the stinging chill that filled your lungs being ripped from you in the commotion. They had summoned many before you, but how were you to know the pain you would feel by being called upon, by being created?

They had escorted you to the ghouls den, tossing you into a room that was set up in preparation for your arrival, but they didn't quit care enough to prepare you for this new life along with it. New sights, new smells, new feelings, they came in waves that washed over you harshly and now you felt stranded.

The cold stone walls, meant to shut out the outside world, trapped it and its noise inside with you, drilling it into your already aching head. It pounded at your skull, and the sharp night air pricked at your nose, which had also shared the abuse of your senses. Tears were stinging the corners of your eyes, and your heart yearned for something that wasn't there, and there was no denying that you were scared out of your mind.

A strange smell began to take over, the earth outside and the stone of thee building mixed together almost beautifully, almost blessing you with some sense of comfort. But, naive as you were, so young and so new, had no idea what the smell of rain meant. A small rumbling caused your ears to perk up, followed by the soft drip of rain on the ground.

You pried yourself up from the floor you were curled up on, moving the curtain hanging on the window just a tad, and looked out to the night sky. The glass began to wet, droplets gliding down the surface and pooling at the base of it, even if you were a bit on edge you couldn't help but be curious. Your eyes continued looking outside, and you swear you caught a glimpse of light in the distance, just for a moment.

Another rumble rang through your ears, followed by a loud crashing sound. It bellowed against the walls and you could almost feel the ground beneath you shaking, your body immediately falling to the floor. You wrapped your arms around your head, trying to block out the noise, but the only thing you were met with was the growing wet sensation on your cheeks. The sobs were soft at first, but they slowly grew until you felt like you couldn't breath, and soon you were left a shaking pile on the floor.

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Cumulus

As soon as the rain began, she started making her way to your room. Being the more nurturing one of the bunch, she always tried to look out for any of the new summons and ensure they were safe. She knew all too well what it was like, and for you to be the poor soul that was welcomed into the world with a storm this heavy, she was sure you weren't doing too good.

The closer she got to your door, the stronger your scent became, sopping with a feeling of despair and fear. Her pace quickened from a walk into a run, and she couldn't help but to open the door as soon as she got there.

Her head peeked around the wood door, searching for you in the room, and that's when she saw you huddled up on the floor at the end of the bed, so caught up in your panic you didn't notice she was even there.

She stepped in quietly, walking deeper into the room until she was a few feet away from you. Not wanting to scare you anymore, she knelt down on the floor, letting one of her hands reach out and press down on the floor in front of you.

You barely saw it from under your arms, but your head snapped up and your body flinched, not knowing who on earth could be in front of you.

Your gaze met hers, and through your blurred vision you began to make out her features. She had kind eyes, and the look on her face was worried. She was like you as well, sharp horns emerged from the top of her head.

"It's alright sugar, I know it's scary outside but you're gonna be just fine."

Her voice was smooth and comforting, it put you a little at ease. The hand that she had on the floor moved closer as she reached out for one of your own.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, honest."

You had no reason to trust her, but the first person to treat you with such kindness, you had a gut feeling that you could, so you rested you hand in her own and let her stand you up. She led you to your bed and sat you down, finding a seat just next to you.

"You know," Her voice was soft. "I always loved the rain, me and my daddy use to sit out on our porch and watch it fall, he would tell me the thunder was my mama saying hello."

A glimmer of sadness flashed in her eyes, and you wondered why she was sharing such a personal memory with you.

"I'm named after them, the clouds that grow all big and make it rain. I like to think of it as my way of telling my daddy I'm okay, 'course he probably thinks I'm up in heaven or something."

Your muscles relaxed and your head fell to rest on her shoulder, and she let out a sweet chuckle in response.

"How about you close those little eyes of your and listen in, focus on the sounds."

You obliged, your eyes drifting shut while you focused on the rhythmic pitter patter of drops on stone. You grew tired and you started to relax in Cumulus' touch, letting her hold you while you started drifting to sleep.

"Whenever it rains, you just think of me, I'll keep you good and safe."

A gentle rumble interrupted her, and she laughed again before laying the both of you down.

"And mama will too."

Cirrus

She was never a fan of storms either, pacing the halls trying to calm herself down, walks at night always did a good job at cooling her nerves. No one else was supposed to be awake, but she could hear, and smell, the lone soul who resided in the room at the end of the hall.

She was headed there anyways, and she couldn't just leave someone to fight those emotions on their own, that's when she saw that the room belonged to you, the newest ghoul in the ministry.

She opened the door hastily and made her way in front of you, in a bit of a panic to make sure you were alright.

"Hey hey, it's okay, can you talk?"

Your head snapped up to see who it is, but with the emotions spilling out of you, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You tried to choke out a few words, but the attempt was beyond feeble as another sob erupted from you.

"Poor thing... You stay right here for me okay?"

She stood from in front of you and rushed out of the room, she seemed to be on a mission because she barged through the halls in a direct path to what she needed.

When she returned to the room, she had a few things in her hands, and as she made her way back over to you a few murmurs were heard from under her breath.

"First day here and they couldn't even make sure you're okay? What a shithole."

She sat back down in front of you and laid the things in her hands on the floor. She obviously had no way on knowing what you like, so she brought a small variety of things to give to you to ease the stress. She picked up a set of headphones and placed it on your head, careful not to startle you too much.

The noise outside became nothing but a soft whisper, and your ears could finally rest without the constant assault of noise.

Cirrus offered you a smile, and you finally calmed down enough to get a good look at her. She spoke gently, you assume she probably had experience with stuff like this, but it was comforting for a stranger to care like this for you.

"That's better, huh? I hate this weather, I can only imagine how scared you must be..."

Your voice was still lost somewhere in the mess of feelings, but you found it in you to nod in response.

"You're probably a little too startled to sleep, so I brought a few things to keep you busy, and I can stay with you if you'd want."

Her hands gestured to the pile of items she brought, a book, notepad and a small handheld console waited for you. She didn't have a lot of time to pick stuff out, but she tried her best to hit all the bases for things you might want to distract yourself with.

You carefully picked your item and held it close, and Cirrus carefully guided you onto your bed. You two didn't talk much, but the silence was comforting, and needed, it gave both of you a chance to relax and focus on keeping calm. She stayed beside you for hours, until you finally found yourself drifting to sleep.

Her eyes rested on you for a while, making sure you were comfortable and didn’t startle in your sleep. In that moment you were her main priority, of course sleep does come for us all in due time, and she dozed off eventually, laying beside you under the covers.

Stratus

She loved to stay up and listen to the rain, even if it meant that she didn't get enough sleep that night, it just always fascinated her.

There was something different tonight though, along with the smell of petrichor that seeped in through the windows, a new scent made its way to her nose, one she couldn't quite place.

Being the curious little thing she was, she decided to sneak out of her bedroom and try to find the source, puzzling on what it could be, and as she made her way through the halls the smell grew stronger and stronger until she was face to face with your door.

Her eyes flickered to the tag on the door, a name she didn't recognize, paired with the smell, it didn't sit right with her. A hand made its way to meet with the old wooden door, given it a soft knock. She waited anxiously for a respond but heard nothing, but just as she was about to come to terms with the fact she seemingly wouldn't find an answer, she heard it, or rather, you.

It was so quiet and frail, she thought she might have made it up, but a small voice behind the door spoke a single word.

"Please." You muttered, fighting through your sobs and shallow breaths.

A pit formed in her stomach and she opened the door, trying to find the source of such a sad plea. You were already looking towards the door, and when your eyes met hers she almost teared up at the sight of you.

"What's got such a thing like you shaken up?"

Her voice was spilling with worry, and her body practically flew towards you. Though, before she could press you any further, another bout of thunder echoed in the distance, and the way your body jumped gave her the answer she was looking for.

She took your hands in her own, squeezing them lightly, her mind stumbling while she looked for an answer, anything that could help you calm down a bit.

"Would you like to see something special?"

The question did peak your interest, but you were still skeptical at such an offer, and from someone you didn't know, though you guess you didn't exactly know anyone here. You nodded your head weakly while you tried to slow your breathing a bit, Stratus massaging the palms of your hands while you did so.

When you were calmed down enough to stand, she helped you to your feet, wiping a few stray tears on the way up.

"There ya go! You just follow me, I promise, you're gonna love this."

You could almost feel a smile cracking at your face, the warmth she radiated was contagious. Your steps followed quietly behind hers, as you two made your way through a series of halls and stairs, all the way until you were met with a tall spiral staircase that lead to hell knows where. She assured you that it wouldn't be much longer, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit exhausted by now, be it from the crying or the walking. The both of you made your way up the steps, and as she opened a raggedy old door, you were met with a breathtaking sight.

There you stood, on the bell tower of the chapel, gazing out across the night sky. The rain cascaded beautifully across the horizon, and you finally got a look at the abbey grounds in its entirety. You could see so much from there, from the blooming gardens to a long, winding road that made its way to town, it almost completely distracted you from your prior fear.

"It's crazy, right? I see this old place every day, but whenever I come up here it's like the first time all over again."

She stands next to you, her small frame leaning over the balcony rail, taking in every sight and smell she can.

"You know," Her gaze turns to you. "You're kinda like me. I was scared when I was first summoned, I never knew what to expect."

You listened, curious to see where she was going with this.

"You're not alone is what I mean. This is your home now, and were gonna make sure that you feel safe."

Your eyes began to sting with new tears, though the smile that faded onto your lips let her know that you weren't scared anymore. You scooted closer into her, carefully wrapping your arms around her frame, and she did the same, holding you in the most loving hug.

"Thank you." You spoke softly, finally letting her hear your voice.

You could practically hear the smile on her face when she responded.

"You don't need to, we're family now."

Aether

Slow, heavy steps made their way down the hall. Aether had spent the day running around in preparation for the summoning, seeing as he was the biggest of some of the ghouls, they didn’t question having him do any of the heavy lifting of equipment. He enjoyed helping, and would be lying if he said he didn’t like having people rely on him, but he didn’t love the strain it put on his back some days.

He was just happy it was done with, and he could finally get a chance to relax in his room, but on his way he got the idea to check up on you. He knew sometimes new summons had a difficult time adjusting, not to mention that on occasion they brought no memories with them, so he was prepared to protect himself if need be.

A loud rumble erupted through the building, and with it, the smell of absolute dread. Aether’s face dropped and he picked up his pace, following the smell to your bedroom. He placed a few firm knocks on the door before opening it, letting you know someone was there. A frown spread across his face when he saw you.

Body shaking, you looked up at him, eyes screaming for some kind of help in the way you couldn’t muster up in words. He walked over slowly, kneeling on one knee in front of you.

“Hey now, it’s okay, I’m here.”

His large hands found their way to your face, gently wiping at the tears that glided across your cheeks. With your vision clearing up, you began to recognize him from the ritual, he had been standing next to the man they called Papa.

You couldn’t tell if you liked that he was a part of the summoning, though, you were glad anyone was here with you at this point.

“Let’s get you off this floor, you gotta be comfortable so we can get you calmed down.”

It was a little amusing how he talked, it was almost father-like with the ‘we’ and ‘let’s’.

Aether was always incredibly empathetic as well, since his power often used emotions and such, so he picked up a trick or two when it came to helping people in distress. His tone was soft, and his voice low, offering a break from the overbearing sounds that had attacked your senses before.

He guided you to the bed, tucking you under the covers. He stepped away to pour you a glass of water from the pitcher on the table, and carefully placed it in your hands.

“So many tears, we don’t want you getting sick, small sips.”

The water met with your tongue, you hadn’t noticed how dry your mouth had become. The cool feeling washed down your throat, soothing the scratched feeling from coughing.

You were still shaken up, but you had started to come down from your emotion filled high, and he could tell.

“Would you like a hug? People says mine are the best, you know.”

You smile weakly, and nod your head, causing with to make his way into the bed as well. His arms make their way around your torso, holding you in a warm embrace. The supposed rumors were true, he hugged you tight enough to offer a comfortable weight, and his body heat soothed you, you weren’t sure if you’d ever want to move.

“Better?”

You laughed into his chest, eyes looking up to meet his.

“Yes, thank you.”

Your voice is beyond quiet, but he knows how exhausted you must be.

“If you’d want,” his hug loosens a bit. “I could stay with you tonight. I’d hate it if you woke up feeling like this again.”

Your smile widens and you lean into him, already getting comfortable under the cover of your blankets.

“I would love that.”

Swiss

The rolling thunder was nothing new to this ghoul, he adored the sound of it paired with the humming strings of his acoustic.

He sat propped back against the headboard of his bed, plucking lazily at the strings in search of a new melody, but something about tonight was different, and he just couldn’t get into his usual zone.

He brought the guitar to his side, placing down on the bed with a sigh. Tonight would be a long night, he was nowhere near tired either, so he would have to find something else to occupy his time.

Palms rubbing against his eyes, he began to pick up on a strange scent from outside of his bedroom, maybe that was what had been throwing him off? Whatever it was, he had to find the source, whether it be due to his frustrations or curiosity. He threw the strap of his guitar over his shoulder and made his way into the hall, following the trail until he was face to face with your door.

He knocked on the door, he wasn’t sure what he would say when you opened it, but he wasn’t one for planning ahead. When there was no answer though, he grew a bit concerned.

His hands met with the wood again, and he listened intently for any sort of response, that’s when he heard the muffle sound of sobbing from behind it. He opened the door slowly, head peeking around to scan the room, and then he saw you in the corner.

He walked into the room and shut the door behind him, pulling his guitar from his back and placing it against the bed. He stood in front of you, studying you for a moment before kneeling down to your level.

“You alright, kid?” His voice was low and smooth.

You couldn’t even bother to look up, just shaking your head hastily in response. His lips twisted into a small frown, he wasn’t usually the one people went to for this kind of thing so he wasn’t too sure how to help.

He remembered his guitar and plucked it from its spot, and he sat down in front of you, holding it loosely in his lap.

“Hey, you ever see a guitar like this?”

Your head lifted a bit, looking at the black instrument in his hands, you shook your head and he let out a small chuckle.

“She’s a ‘beaut isn’t she? She sounds a whole lot prettier with this rain, you wanna hear?”

He could tell that you were hesitant, tears were still pouring from your eyes and your body was shaking. You weren’t sure how to answer, and he was racking his mind for a solution.

“How ‘bout we start of slow,” He moved to sit beside you. “Pluck one of the strings, you can be as gentle as you want.”

One of your hands left it’s place on your head, reaching for one of the strings and pulling at it softly. The noise startled you at first, put it did peak your curiosity a bit. You looked up to him through teary eyes, only to be met with a warm, toothy smile.

“Good, now if you put your hand-” He guides your hand to the body of the guitar. “Here, focus on what you feel.”

Your eyes close and you try to zero in as he begins to play a simple melody, the gentle vibrations tickling the tips of your fingers. You leans into it, your whole hand pressed against the smooth wood, taking in the waves of sound. The tears finally stop, though your eyes still sting a bit, it’s all an afterthought now.

You hardly notice the clapping thunder outside, senses full of the smooth singing of strings that echoes through the room. Swiss leans into you, letting you rest your head of his shoulder while he plays, there’s something intimate about it, just the two of you and his playing.

He doesn’t stop until soft snoring joins the chorus of sounds, and he looks to see your head hanging low against him. He sets his guitar to the side and carefully shimmies from your touch, picking you up from the floor. You begin to stir in his arms, but quickly fall back to sleep when he places you into the plush mattress on your bed. He goes to grab his guitar and leave, but when he looks back to you under the covers, gets struck with a bit of inspiration.

He sits in a chair in the corner of the room and his fingers once again start to dance along the strings, as he finally finds himself able to piece together the tune that was stuck in his head before. And now, as his eyes begin to feel heavy with sleep, he silently dedicates it to you.

Sodo

He laid in his bed, hands covering his ears trying to block out the noise, though it didn’t work as well as he hoped. After a day of running around all he wanted to do was go to sleep, but being such a light sleeper the thunder was keeping him awake.

The blanket covering him was thrown angrily across the bed, his temper getting the best of him for a moment. A sigh left his lips and a hand traveled up to his temple, rubbing small circles in a feeble attempt to sooth himself. Kicking his feet off the bed, the only thing he could think of was to take a little stroll through the corridors and try to walk the frustration off.

The smell of rain was a whisper against the stone, barely there, but still present as ever. Sodo would be lying if he said there wasn’t a part of him that still yearned for it, the cool sensation of the water against his skin, droplets and waves alike. Maybe that was the real reason he hated this weather so much, his old life just just outside, taunting him with an embrace that was just out of reach.His eyes were beginning to tingle, but he’d be damned if he’d let someone catch him out here like this, so he took a deep breath and continued walking.

He wasn’t the only one though, because despite him calming down, the feelings and sorrow only grew stronger.

When he finally reached the door where it felt strongest, he could practically feel the emotion dripping from it, puddling at his feet. Despite his better judgement he opened the door, be it out of curiosity or worry, he couldn’t tell you.

The room was seemingly empty, perfectly made sheets on the bed and furniture that remained undisturbed, until his eyes wandered to the small bundle of a ghoul that rested at the foot of the bed. His eyes widened, what should he do? What could he do? It wasn’t like he knew you, let alone how to help, but the sight of someone so helpless had him act on instinct.

His feet gently padded against the floor as he made his way over to you, and he sat right next to your spot on the floor. A hand wandered to yours, giving warning that someone was there.

You flinched at the touch, but we’re so desperate for comfort or relief, you didn’t care where from anymore.

Sodo wrapped a thin arm around your body, pulling you to lay against his chest, never letting go of your hand. His eyes shut, and he tools a moment to focus on everything around him.

You felt his body warming under your touch, it startled you at first, but as the heat grew stronger you began to find it pleasant. Sodo’s free hand made its way to your face, and just like he had done before, he began to work little circles against you temple.

Your crying finally began to stop and your breathing slowed, allowing you to relax your senses just a bit. You looked up at the ghoul that was holding you, his eyes were still shut and his hair had fallen in his face, it almost looked like he had fallen asleep he was so at peace.

A gentle squeeze met your hand, and his eyes opened just a tad, letting the beautiful orange color of them seep out to greet you.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” he said with a dumb smile. “It would ruin my reputation.”

You laughed hoarsely at the joke, your throat still a bit scratchy from the crying.

“Never.”

He smiled down at you, but his hold didn’t falter, instead, he pulled you closer.

“I don’t think either of us are doing too hot tonight…” His voiced trailed off, his lack of confidence beginning to show just a tad.

“You could stay, if you’d like to I mean. I think we both could use the company.”

He was stunned at the invitation, but he was also relieved that you were the one to ask. You both found a spot on the bed to relax on, and you continued to enjoy his gentle warmth until you drifted off to sleep.

Mountain

He could care less about the weather, this time at night was precious to him, a moment to himself to breath. And that's what he did, ever night, like clockwork, he headed to the kitchen to make a small cup of tea, something to warm his body and ease his mind, before he made his way to the usual spot. The kettle boiled, steam rolling almost beautifully from the spout. He poured some out into a large mug, with a fancy tea bag placed delicately inside, the earthy scent wafting straight into his nose and filling his senses. He sighed, rubbing his temples gingerly with his fingers, finally cooling off after a long day. It wasn't that he was stressed, per se, but he definitely kept himself busy, so having some time for himself to detox and wash off the days work was nice.

He picked the mug up from the counter, holding it firmly as he began to walk towards the balcony doors. He always found himself making his way there when he had the time, it was a perfect spot to take in the scenery and breath. His bare feet padded softly against the stone floor, his long tail trailing behind him, softly sway from side to side. On his way, just down the stairs from his destination, he found himself stopping almost subconsciously. He stood, feet planted in front a door that belong to someone he couldn't quite remember, no matter how much he racked his brain. It sounded familiar, the name on the small wooden plaque, but he couldn't match a face to the memory. And then it clicked. Mountain always tried to be in the know, monitoring everyone's schedules to ensure things were on track, it was just the way his mind worked, things done on time and done correctly. He had heard about the ritual, rumors spread fast when the people of the ministry have nothing better to do, and that name had fallen from people's lips a number of times. He stood still, listening to the sound of crying that could just barely be hear through the door, he had been so distracted by his own thoughts he hadn't even noticed your distress. He wasn't entirely sure why, but his body began to move on it's own, one of his hands leaving the warm cup and twisting the doorknob. He was almost surprised to see such a small, timid creature sitting on the floor, maybe he had been expecting some large beast, or someone more tall and lanky such as himself. Regardless, he stepped carefully into the room, his steps light and soft. His smell, or maybe the scent of the tea in his hands, must have set you off, the sudden change in your senses making you head snap up to look at him. He wasn't typically one to show a lot of empathy at face value, usually more of the person you go to for logical advice rather than comfort. But, something about the way your face was ridden with tears, the way your eyes were puffed up and your lips quivering, the intense fear that rested on your face, it made the corners of his lips drop ever so slightly. Closer and closer, you eyes locked onto him as he moved, until he stood just in front of you. Your arms dropped to your sides, hands pressed against the floor as though you were ready to retreat at a moments notice, your eyes looking up to him with nothing but distrust. He knelt down slowly, sitting on his knees, as much as it ached against his joints. He brought the large mug up towards you, offering it carefully. "It will make you feel better, if you'll trust me." His voice was soft, with a slight tired rasp behind it. Your ears perked up slightly, your eyes flickering between him and the peace offering, as it seemed to be. Your hands move from the floor, shakily making their way to meet his hands and take the drink into your own. The scent was pleasant enough, a soothing mix of herbs and petals that the ghoul had made himself. You sniffed at it, the smell drifting into your nose, as your eyes softened. The cup made its way to your lips, the warm liquid soothing the dryness in your throat almost immediately, the taste was somewhat floral, with a very earthy undertone, it made your body begin to relax into the hard floor. Mountain just watched quietly, his body unmoving to avoid alarming you further. You continued to drink the tea slowly, ever sip helping to ease your nerves more and more, until it seemed as though you had almost forgotten about the storm outside. It was a strangely comfortable silence, just the two of you together. Even though you didn't speak a word, you began to learn about each other through body language, the way that you both enjoyed the peaceful chill of the night air telling you almost everything you needed to know.

It wasn't until your eyes began to feel heavy, and your grip on the mug began to loosen, that the tall ghoul in front of you made any sort of move. He carefully pulled the drink from your grasp, placing it on a table nearby before turning back to you. It was a bit sweet, the way that you were slowly starting to drift to sleep, but he couldn't just leave you there on the floor.

So, he nestles his arms under you, slowly and carefully pulling you into his chest and carrying you over to your untouched bed. His body was warm, his scent reminiscent of the tea you had been drinking, it saddened you when he placed you into your bed, his scent drifting away as his body pulled from yours. He tucked you into your blankets, his body turning to leave the room as he felt a small hand tug timidly against his sleeve. Eyes wide, he looked behind him, your half lidded eyes gazing up to him. "Thank you..." You said with a quiet yawn, the need for sleep obvious on your face. He smiled gently down at you, pulling the hand from his shirt into his own, rubbing a few gentle circles with his thumb as you finally fell into the clutches of your slumber. "Of course."

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justeclotilde · 10 months

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Thoughts on LEGO Monkie Kid, pacing, and season 5

I’m taking this from Twitter, but basically this thread about “Say something BAD about the show Monkie Kid” came up and my biggest gripe so far has been : The show has way too short episodes. Like, 11min30. And tries to do SO MUCH in those 11min30 that either somethings get scrapped (DBFamily but not just that) or big important elements get solved way too fast (Samadhi fire and broken scroll among other things). And it steams I think from the fact that the show went from episodic to serialised while keeping the same amount of time.

I ramble : I see a lot of newcomers say that they jumped s1 and 2 and really started with s3/4, and while everyone has their reasons I think that’s silly Because that format is what made me love the characters and settings in the first place. The episodes are short, so the show can only focus on a tiny thing, but sprinkled LBD being a menace throughout the season, with the spider gang being a menace. And now ? lBD is still reveared as one of the best villains, and Spidergang is still very appreciated. Same thing for DBF : Red Son was slowly developed through s1, and returned on s3 Granted he wasn’t in s2, but since he was a major part of s1, and the spider queen special, we grew to care about him and the family to an extent. Because that’s what the show is good at ! Characters interactions, character personalities, CHARACTERS !! And now, the show is going for serialised, which is great and maintains attention, but it wants to do too much with the same amount of time: - In s2 : LBD took 10 ep to build her mech. MK started slowly to grow, and his relationships were explored one ep at a time. Slowly. - In s4 : we lose SWK, MK meets Azure, we learn about Tang, Pigsy and Sandy through their ancestors, we start to question MK’s existence, Monkey MK, the scroll is a menace, Azure betrays the group, MK loses his mentor and morale, DBF is important but scrolled, the JE is defeated and BAM world explodes we have to kill God in 4 episodes now.

Granted for the characters as well it feels rushed. We don’t have to see everything either. Of course. They have a life outside the show. And overall they did a good job in those 11 bloody minutes 30.

But

But.

Now that we have a bit of breathing room, maybe it’s time to have that character moment by episode we’ve been asking for instead of cramming feelings and heartfelt conversations in an episode while the world is teared apart outside. Especially since we’ve seen the characters go through hell for a whole season. MK needs to breath but he isn’t the only one. We could have an episode on Red Son and his time in the scroll, an episode on MK going monkey a whole episode, an episode on SWK and Macaque in coloc, an episode on Tang Pigsy and Sandy trying to get back to their lives since they’re the most normal of the bunch - technically (cuz apparently having episodes focused on them in s4 wasn’t enough to have conversations about it but that’s a gripe i have with the community for LATER). We could have SWK and DBF reminisce on their time together, since DBK is one of the last friend that doesn’t QUITE hate him anymore, or an episode on how Nezha starts rebuilding Heaven by himself while keeping the JE power safe, or an episode on Mei just being awesome honestly, like just Mei observing MK going insane and being the girlboss she is, especially since she went through the whole “excess power that could kill everyone you love” and is still living with that, in a way. That could answer where the Samadhi fire business went. Cuz like in real life some things are tamed but don’t disappear, she might still be struggling but has learned to live with it. And MK is going through a similar path. We could also have Red Son in this one since he’s honestly the most controlled in a way.

And through all that… discretly… the world starts to break apart again ? Tears appear and with it new monsters and ghosts of the past maybe start seeping from the Underworld ? Maybe an unmasked man tries to prevent Mk’s attemps at coming back to some normal because as long as he’s confused and scared he stays the Harbinger of Chaos ? Idk ! TL:DR A lot of critics I see sum up as « They should show this more, why did THIS disappear out of nowhere, this is wasted potential », which seeps from the show not having time to show all that happens at once. Maybe it’s time to take a breather and tackle the problems one at a time again, ep by ep, like in season 2. And then go back to « We’re all gonna die in 4 episodes » to get the panic back on track.

Anyway Please come talk to me about the show and your theories, or headcanons about what the characters are doing now that the wreck of S4 has rolled past them. I wanna talk about my babies some more...

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cloudcountry · 4 months

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Oh??? You want ikemen requests?? I hope you like this one bc I tried to tailer it to your interests www

I'm not too knowledgeable about this new guy of yours but I think I got it

Ellis with an S/O who is creative and good with their hands ,S/O telling him about the stuff that reminded them of him while he and S/O are shopping for supplies that S/O uses; they tell him the purple colored things reminded them of his clothes, the black paint reminded them of his hair, the gentle aura of the sunset reminded them of his eyes.

Make him soft, I know you want to

SUMMARY: you ask ellis to come shopping with you, and he agrees.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: DIES okay so i havent played any of ikevil so if this is off canon oopsie!! reader and ellis have been together for about a year now???

“is that everything?” ellis asks you, his soft voice brushing against your ear like the bristles of a paintbrush brush against your canvases.

“mhm.” you smile at him, cradling the paints you selected in your arms, “thank you for coming along with me. it can be a bit scary shopping alone.”

ellis nods in understanding. he knows all too well the dangers of public spaces, whether they be foreseen or unanticipated. and he loves you, he loves you so, and so he vowed to protect you whenever you call on him.

you called, so he came.

even if it was only to shop for paints and brushes and a new canvas, you had a feeling he had quite a few concealed weapons on his person. you ponder how much you’ve changed—nearly a year ago, you would have flinched at the thought. now it’s just become a part of your daily life, as precarious as it may be.

“are you happy?” he murmurs, brow crinkling like a bunched swatch of fabric as he stares affectionately at you.

“yes.” you say, “but i would be happier if i got to use these supplies to paint you when we get home.”

that proposition seems to take him off guard. you can feel his eyes on you, scanning the paints you have in your arms. he giggles as he looks away from the purples and black and yellows and silvers.

“you’re so adorable.” he sighs, pressing a single kiss to your temple, “i wish i could spend my whole life making you happy.”

“it would make me happy if we spent both of our lives making each other happy.” you reply, heart fluttering rapidly in your chest.

ellis is far too much sometimes, with his sweet smiles and soft voice and gentle kisses. you, however, were always one to indulge.

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aqua-dan · 8 months

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🌶️ DC Kitchen - Green Arrow's Chili aka "Ollie's Stupendous Chili Recipe (Just like Mom used to make!)" 🌶️

I don't know what possessed me recently -- I really don't, -- but for some reason I got the idea that it would be a good choice to make and eat my way through the DC universe using recipes provided by DC themselves. I bought a bunch of official cookbooks and looked up as many recipes as I could that have appeared in a DC comic. But in truth, I already knew which recipe I would be making first: Ollie's infamous chili; spicy crisis on infinite tongues.

... and it. is. HORRIBLE. 🤮

This is quite possibly close to the WORST chili I have ever had the displeasure of putting in my mouth. Oliver Queen, what the fuck?!

Quick disclaimer that, although I tried to follow the recipe as closely as possible, there were a few parts I was unable to replicate. The most major of these changes was the exclusion of the lean sirloin chunks. Meat and I don't vibe. Perhaps this chili would have tasted better with meat in it (and potentially would have been less liquid-y too), but it is as it is there. The other change I made (if you can call it a change) is that I specifically searched out the hottest version of each spice I could find. If you were to personally use less intense chili powder mixes & paprika, as well as use less Tabasco, it would probably be a bit more palatable. However, I wanted to replicate the authentic "Ollie's Chili Experience."

The first step, of course, was to prepare my spice mix. I couldn't find California Chili Powder in a pre-prepared form, so I had to buy and dry the chilis myself.

What you're seeing here is 2 tsp of cumin, 2 tsp of paprika, 1 tsp Cayenne (~45,000 Scovilles), 1 tsp freshly ground black pepper, 1 TBSP California Chili Powder (2,500 Scovilles), I could not find Gebhardt Chili Powder but I substituted with TRS Chili Powder Mix Extra Hot (~170,000 Scovilles), 1 TBSP Hot New Mexico Chili Powder (~1,500 Scovilles), 1 1/2 tsp salt, and some dried basil.

Because I wasn't using meat in the recipe, I let the spice mix dry toast for a little while before I went about adding the onions and garlic.

Then came a little oil to replace what would have been some of the fat from the meat, and to that went the onions and garlic. Since the green pepper was optional, I decided against using it since there's something about the sweetness of bell peppers that I absolutely hate 😬

After I let the onions soften, I added the chunked tomatoes, tomato sauce, and water and left it on the stove to simmer for a few hours.

As directed, during the last 10 minutes of cooking, I added the beans, brown sugar, and a TBSP or so of Tabasco (~5,000 Scovilles)

The finished product was a watery, unpleasant mess with (in my opinion) not nearly enough substance. Now, I know that if I added meat, it would have been heartier, but even then I don't know if this amount of water and tomato sauce would have cooked down to something satisfactory. Where is the corn? The squash?? Why not more beans??? Ollie, what IS this???

You are meant to serve it with "help yourself" bowls of crackers, cheese, and chopped onions. I went with the onions and crackers when I served myself a bowl.

Bone apple teeth.

🔥🔥🔥 IT IS HOT 🔥🔥🔥

Admittedly, that's partially on me for trying to make it extra spicy, but still, I guess they aren't kidding about that part. It's not "melt your mouth off" hot like the picture of the League there seems to suggest. It certainly does have a SOLID kick, but it won't leave you coughing, gasping, or begging for milk. You feel it far more on the front of your tongue and almost not at all in the back.

All in all, I do believe that anyone with a little bit of spice tolerance could manage to finish a bowl. However... do you REALLY want to? It's just straight up not good chili. It reminds me of the kind of chili you get from church luncheon fundraisers in the Midwest USA, and that is NOT A GOOD THING.

Ollie... you make me feel sorry for all of your friends and anyone else you've ever managed to shove your cooking off on 🤢

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Let me know if there's any other DC recipes you'd like me to make!

#Oliver Queen #Bruce Wayne #Barry Allen #Hal Jordan #J'onn J'onzz #Dinah Lance #Arthur Curry #Clark Kent #Food #Chili #DC Recipes #My husband refuses to eat this

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mxcnliight · 1 year

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studies & sluts (jjk)

who knew all-star baseball player jeon jungkook would be fucking his tutor on a Thursday night

Pairing: Baseball player!Jungkook x Fem!Reader. Theme: One-Shot; college au, SMUT, PWP, fluff, crack (a bit), angst (tiny bit) Word Count: 6.1K Warnings: smug jk; hot jk; sexual tension; dirty talk; swearing; fingering; (f receiving); p in v penetration; unprotected sex + creampie (use a CONDOM)

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The lights shine through the window of your classroom. You’re in 4th period, English. You sigh while putting your head into your head, the class feels like it’s been dragging ever since you started working on your assignment. You had a multiple choice of a passage you have previously read, your teacher was making sure everybody had read the passage before you came into class. Typical teacher things, you feel a pair of eyes staring at you. You look over and see one of your classmates staring at you, Jeon Jungkook. The star of the baseball team who you have known since kindergarten,but he wasn’t always this popular. He was quite shy in his previous grades, he was always trying something new, one thing he did often was draw. Ever since high school started he was in a bunch of clubs and sports, because of that he became popular. Girls fawn over him 24/7 and you were one of them. Sure you didn’t show it but you had the biggest crush on him ever since 5th grade. You tried to get close to him and maybe even get to know him but your chances were taken by multiple girls in your grades. That was until recently, you found out that Jungkook barely studies for tests, and doesn’t care for school at all. Because of this his baseball coach told him if he didn’t study hard enough and get good grades he would be kicked off the team. He was pretty mad about that but he soon got over it. You run as a tutor for the school to get some extra cash along with babysitting and your regular retail job. Once Jungkook found out you ran as a tutor he asked you if you could tutor him. You were shocked at first because, 1 the Jeon Jungkook was asking you to tutor him and 2nd you two barely even talk to each other. You accepted though even beginning, as shocked as you were and you started to tutor him. You were a bit skeptical at first because Jungkook was known for fooling around with girls and not paying them but he did the opposite of what you expected. You guys would tutor once a week on Thursday’s a 4 pm and after the session was done he paid you. He was a regular for you now and you got to know him a lot better than you thought you did. You would even say you guys were friends based on the amount of time you spent together. You focus back onto Jungkook as he looks away. You hear you teacher telling you to turn in your papers and you do so. Once the class was done you talked to you friend before going to your next class. You felt a presence come towards you and you look up to see Jungkook. He holds the strap of his backpack in his hand and purses his lips. He then looks away, “Studying tonight again?” He asks. You give him a confused face, why is he being all different suddenly? He knows when we study, “Um yeah…. 4pm again?” “NO-“ He butts in and I look at him in confusion. His loud answer made everybody around us look at us. Your face heats up in embarrassment and you look away. “8 pm my house, I’ll text you the details' ' He says under his breath and he walks out of the classroom. You look away from him and look back at your friend and she asks “What was that all about?” You shrug your shoulders and look back at the classroom door.

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It was currently 7:45 pm, you were in your room, sitting at your desk. You were studying for a Chemistry test you had before going over to Jungkook’s. His place wasn’t far from yours ever since you moved out of your parents house and got your apartment. You sigh and look at your phone, he was supposed to text you once he was ready but it doesn’t look like he is… at least yet. You were about to set your phone down once you got a text message.

Jungkook: Hey, I’m ready now, sorry it took me so long. Come over when you’re ready.

Y/N: you’re fine!! I’ll be over in a sec

You turn off your phone and get up from your desk. You then go into your bathroom and brush your teeth and brush your hair. You then get out of your pajamas and throw on some casual but comfortable clothes. You then grab your book bag and make it downstairs. You get into your slides and grab your coat from the coat rack. You throw it on yourself and grab your keys, you open the door and go outside. You start up your car and get in, you throw the bag in the seat next to you and adjust your rear view mirror. You look at yourself making sure your makeup is okay before putting the keys in and driving away. You made it to his place in about 3 minutes and you parked your car in his driveway. You see he owned a black pickup truck, must be he needed the space for baseball. You take your keys out of the car and grab your bag. You then get out of the car and you bundle yourself up in your jacket. It was a bit chilly out tonight so it was a good idea to bring your jacket. You then make your way up to his door and knock on it while looking at your phone again. The door opens and reveals Jungkook, his hair was a bit messy and his white tee shirt clinged to his chest. With his black sweatpants and his black slides. He must have just thrown something on like you just did, “Hey, come on in '' He moves and lets you in. You have never been to his house before because you guys usually study at the library after school so it’s weird seeing him like this. You look around and it’s what you expected of a boy, his living room was a bit trashed with pieces of clothing on his couch with a bunch of food lying around. “Let’s not take in my uncleanness, let’s go '' He motioned me and as you walked to his staircase, “Um you need anything? A drink, a snack?” He looked back at you, “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking” He nodded as you guys headed upstairs into his bedroom. You went into his bedroom and he had red LED lights around the ceiling of his room and his room contained various baseball players posters and a bunch of his awards on his wall. In the corner of his room, beside his closet he had his baseball bag leaning up against it. He had black bed sheets with a queen sized bed. He also had a set of drawers with a mirror on top of it right across it. On the left side of his room he had his desk which had his gaming setup on top of it. He goes over to his desk and pushes his computer and keyboard back a bit. He then brings another chair next to his, he then looks over to you and you make your way over to him. He then grabs his remote control to his led lights as you sit down next to him. He then turns it to a light blue color as he then digs through his bag. “So what are we studying tonight?” You ask, he then sets his science textbook down on the table. “Chemistry” You sigh and nod, “That’s good, I was just studying that?” He nods and flips through the pages. “So are you alright? Not to hot nor cold?” He asks, “No I’m fine” He nods, he doesn’t usually ask you these things, you wonder why he is tonight. “Sorry I couldn’t do it at 4 today, we had baseball practice so I knew it wasn’t going to work” “Oh no it’s fine! I knew your schedule so I didn’t even know if we were going to study tonight” He nods and stops at the page, “Alright so it’s 1-10 right?” You nod as he gets out a piece of paper and starts to write down the numbers. You put your head in your hand again and looked at him, he looked so pretty like this. He still had some of his earrings that dangled from his ears. His hair was also so long that it hid his dark chocolate eyes while he was leaned over like this. You then smelled something strong and noticed it was coming from Jungkook, must be he put cologne on. It smelled nice, it almost smelled like teakwood. He then looked up from the paper and back at the textbook. ��Could you read out the questions for me?” He looked at you with his doe eyes and your body tensed up. “M-hm'' You cleared your throat and began to read the first question, “Which subatomic particles are matched with their chargers?” He begins thinking about which answer is the correct one as his hand meets your thigh. Your eyes widened as you looked over at him and he’s just there innocently with his pencil to his lips thinking about the answer. You look away and try to calm yourself, but he’s never done this before, you wonder why he did this. Just then he begins to write down the answer and his thumb begins to rub against the inner part of your thigh. You purse your lips from letting a little whimper out as you try to close your legs. His hand then opens up your legs, rejecting them from clothing and starts rubbing again. “Number 2? Because protons are positives, neutrons are no charge and electrons are negatives” He looks at me with his doe eyes as you clear your throat, “Y-yup, that’s correct” You said, giving him a weak smile. He looks away and you see a small smirk form on his face. “Read number 2” “Which conclusion directly resulted from the “gold foil experiment?”” He began to think again as his hand on your thigh started rubbing again but this time his hand moved up a bit on your thigh. You look down at it and then look away before fake coughing to see if Jungkook has caught onto your hint yet. You look over and see that he hasn’t as you roll your eyes, “Number 1, because Alpha particles went right through the gold foil. Atoms are mostly empty space.” He looks at me and you nod, as he smirks, “I’m getting smarter” You chuckle at his comment, “Must be studying has paid off”. He nods as you look back at the textbook, “The bright-line spectrum of an element is produced when excited-state electrons” You sigh and put your head in your hand again. You then refrain yourself from yawning and you feel Jungkook’s hand slide up again. It was dangerously close to your clothed core as you looked away. Instead of rubbing his thumb like he has been doing he then begins to just rub your thigh with his whole palm of his hand instead. “Number 4 because excited electrons fall to lower energy levels, resulting energy in the form of light” You nod and he smiles, “The elements on the Periodic Table of Elements are arranged in order of increasing” You feel Jungkooks had slip up again, it’s now In between your hip and your thigh. Your breath hitches as he begins to massage it. You clear your throat again and you look over at him, “Number 2 because the order of the PT is based on the atomic number” You give him a mhm as he nods, “Atoms of which element in group 15 have the greatest electronegativity?” You feel his hand completely move on top of your clothed core as your eyes widen. Before he can do anything you stand up and he looks at you in confusion. “You okay?” You look down at him and announce, “Y-yeah, it’s just um… I need to use the bathroom. Where is it?” He then points to the door, “On your right” You nod and walk out of the room.

You make it to the bathroom and shut the door behind you. You look at yourself in the mirror and sigh. You put your hands on either side of the sink, what is he doing?! He has never done anything like this before, or has he shown interest in liking me?! Maybe he just wants to fuck me for his body count. You look at myself and sigh, but would he do that? You mean you think he would know if you're a virgin or not. You sigh and wrap your arms around your waist. You frown, you did like it though. Then shake you head and slap both of your cheeks and look at yourself in the mirror, get yourself together Y/N. You’re only here to study, not mess around. You huff before leaving the bathroom and going into Jungkook’s room again. “I did 5 and 6 while you were gone, you okay?” He asked me, You looked back at him and smiled. “Yeah I'm fine” You then looked over at his answers, “5’s wrong, it's 3 not 4. If you look at Table S it will give the answer” He pouts and looks back at the textbook. He then sighs out of annoyance and erases his previous answer and replaces It for the correct one. Once he was done you began to read number 7, “How many electrons are shared in a triple bond between two atoms?” He then puts his hand back on your clothed core, before you could protest he dips his hand beneath your waistband and puts his hand on your core. Your eyes widened as your breath hitched as his hand moved towards your clit and began to massage it softly. You cover your mouth with your hand trying to stop a moan from escaping your lips. He rubs it more and you throw your head back in pleasure and roll your hips to his hand movements. You look back at him as you see a smirk on his face, You swallow hard and put your hand down on his shoulder. “J-jungkook” “Mhm?” He doesn’t look at me as you tremble in pleasure. “S-stop- '' You say, grabbing on the sleeve of his t-shirt. He takes your wrist in hand and drops the pencil. He then turns towards me and smirks, “Please” he then lets out a breathy moan, “Please, please give in Y/N”. He speeds up a bit with his hand movements as I let out a moan. “It’ll feel so good, nothing else matters…”. He then lets out a low growl and he moves towards your ear, “Now, give in now Y/N, you know you want it”. You look back at him with your lids halfway closed as you see the lust firing up into his eyes. You purse your lips and look down at this scene unfolding. You then let out a whimper and nod. You see Jungkook lick hips lips as he then smirks, “Yes, fuck” he then growled as he took his hand off of your core. You frowned at how empty you felt after his hand left. He then lifted you up into his arms and soon threw you onto the bed. He towers over you and gives me a smirk before kissing me. It was hot and wet, as you let out lewd noises pulling onto the back of his hair. He breaks the kiss and looks down at you. He then takes off your jacket, along with your shirt and bra. You look up at him in embarrassment. Being this exposed makes it worse and you put your hands over your eyes. You hear Jungkook let out a low chuckle, “Your so beautiful baby” He says as he kisses your chest as you slowly remove your hands from your eyes. He then kisses his way over to your breast and begins sucking on your nipple. You let out a rushed moan and your hand landed over his head again. You take a fistful of his hair as his licks and sucks on it. With his other hand he thumbs your other nipple in his hand. Once he was satisfied enough he then began leaving a trail of wet kisses down your body and soon stopped at the waistband of your sweats. He looks up at you with those doe eyes and you nod. He then groans and begins taking them off, once they’re off he throws them and spreads your legs. He licks lips in anticipation and he lowers his head to kiss your inner thigh. You let out a whimper as he leaves a trail of kisses until he makes it to your clothed core. He then smiles, “Cute patines, too bad they’re coming off though” He says as he makes a swift movement and throws them away. His hands hold each other side of your thighs and you whimper, “J-jungkook, you’re” You point at his shirt and you hear him say oh. He then takes off his shirt and your eyes widened and his toned 6 pack. He throws his shirt away and then smirks. “Like what you see baby?” He asked as you nodded. He then leaned over you as your hands ran up his chest to his shoulders. You then look at him and he kisses me. He then breaks away and whispers “Let me touch it” he slides his hand between your folds and we both moan, he then hums as he leans towards your ear. “It’s so wet” You whimper at his response as he then pulls back and touches your clit and you let out a whimper as he moans again. “Yeah, it’s so fucking wet all over your fingers”. He begins to rub your clit harder, you moan as he sighs “I can’t wait anymore baby” You look at him in confusion and you see him step back, he then begins to take off his sweets along with his boxers and his erections springs out. You put your hand over your mouth and oh your god, it’s so big. He climbs back up on the bed again and positions his cock between your folds, “Feels so good baby” He then begins sliding it up and down between your folds as we both moan. “Yeah, so fucking good baby” He lets out a hum as he comes down to kiss you, you do it for a while before he pulls back. “So good” He says before giggling, he then turns serious again and hums. “I want you to take my cock, take it in your hand, slide it up and down your pussy lips. Hm?” He tilts his head as you let out a breathy moan looking back down at it. “Yeah, hold it against your pussy, make me feel it throbbing” You look back up at him with innocent eyes before reaching down and grabbing it in your hand. It’s so big and you have never left something like this before. Jungkook closes his eyes and groans, “Yeah yeah, oh…, like that” He growls he last part as you whimper, “Look at me” He demands, you look back up at him, “Mhm” he lowers his head to your ear, “I want you to be a good girl, slide my cock in hm? Wet from your juices and just slide it in your pussy” You whimper and look back down before slowly sliding it in, you let out a rushed moan as you feel it stretch in. You hear Jungkook moan and whimper. He then groans, “Yeah, slow… make me feel it, I want you to feel every fucking inch” You whimper at his words as you feel the tip go in, “That hardness sliding in your… wet heaven” He hums, “Gripping, milking, wet, sexy, heaven” It begins going all the way in and you both moan over how tight you was. You whimper as he puts his hands on either side of you, caging you in. You look up at him, “Dig your nails into my back when it goes all the way in” He demands as you put your arms around his back, you then put your head into the crook of his neck as we both moan. You feel it hit the back of your pussy, almost to the lower part of your tummy. You dig your nails into his back. He lets out a groan and wraps his arms around your back, “Wrap your legs around me” You do as he says as you remove your head from his neck as he kisses me, he breaks it and lets out a breathy moan. “My cock pressing up against your spot” He groans again, “Yeah baby, the only thing better than being turned on is letting go”. You whimper at his words as he kisses me again, this time more passion and pure lust. He breaks it and begins to thrusts into you, you let out a high pitched moan as he kisses your jawline, “I love fucking you missionary” He mumbles, “Yeah, oh.. So good”. He pushes himself up and looks at you, “There you go… there you go baby. She’s so good. She's so hot, your pussy’s so good” He lets out a breathy moan as you shut your eyes as he picks up the pace just a bit, he then leans down to kiss you again. You moan into the kiss as he starts pounding into me, “Just like that baby. Nice sexy pace” His face makes a lewd expression as he leans down towards your chest, “Give me those nipples” He says before sucking and licking onto one of them. Your eyes shoot open with pleasure as you grab onto his hair. “Fuck Jungkook!” you almost yell. He then does the same to the other while moaning, he then breaks away and lets out a loud moan. “Yeah you like that? That big hard cock inside you?” You nod as he smirks at how fucked out you already were. He then leans back down to cage you in again, “Those hard nipples into my chest fuck, this is why I love when your aroused baby, you want to make my cum deep inside you?” You let out a moan and along with a “Yes”. You hear him chuckle, “Tell me when you’re going to cum baby, I want to cum with you. I want to fill your pussy up with my warm hot cum, mixed with your juices. And then keep fucking you, to feel it that cum from your pussy.” You moan loudly at his words and put your head back into the crook of his neck, “Feel those strong arms around you, pinning your pussy. Fucking you not to fast but nice and deep and hard” He groans as you let out a whimper as you feel him growl into your ear, “Oh fuck like that”. He then begins to whimper, You can tell he’s close now and so were you. You began to clench around him, “Jungkook! Mhm.. I’m c-close” He groans at your answer, “Move your fingers to your clit” You do as he says and start to rub it to the rhythm of his thrusts. “Let me touch it” He says as he brings his finger down to your pussy. “Oh my cock feels so wet, rub your clit and let me slip it inside” You feel his finger slip inside of your hole with his cock and you let out a loud moan. “Stretch it out a bit more… make her fucking cum like that” He then lets out a low chuckle, “Oh it’s so tight… I can feel your wetness all over it. I can feel my cock throb, I can feel your fucking pussy pulse. So hot… tell me when you're going to cum baby cause I want to cum with you” He whimpers then kisses you again. With all of this simulation you feel like you can cum at any time now. “I want you to lock your legs around me when you cum and just keep me there yeah, fucking claim me. Claim me as yours baby” He lets out another loud moan and then begins to chuckle again. Your eyes shoot open as I feel your orgasm coming up, “I’m so close Jungkook!” You almost yell as he chuckles, “Your pussy’s squeezing me, she’s fucking demanding that fucking hot cum isnt she?” He groans as you clench even more of his words. “You gonna cum like that? With my cock and my finger in your pussy?” You nod vigorously as you feel your orgasm come to its climax, “Jungkook I’m coming!” “Cum for me! That’s it baby fucking cum for me!” He growls as you let go and you swear you saw stars. He sighs at the sight of you cumming then his eyes shoot open. “Oh fuck I’m gonna-“ You then throw your head back you feel him cum too, he loudly moans and so do you. You feel it fill you up, creamping you.

You both try to catch our breaths as you feel Jungkook slip out and fall down next to you. You slowly open your eyes and move your head towards Jungkook. He was still breathing heavily as his chest rose and fell. He also looked so pretty like this with his brown long locks sticking to his forehead from his sweat. He put his hand over his eyes and chuckled, “That was so good”. You chuckle too, “Yeah”. He then turns his head towards you and removes his hand, “Yeah, you liked it?”. You nodded, “I didn’t know if you did because you were so god damn quiet, well expect you moaning” You chuckled at his comment, “Yeah, I guess I was just too lost in the sensation” He nods and then pulls you in for a long and hot kiss. This time you break the kiss and your smile fades as you come back to reality. You just fucked Jeon Jungkook… and he was probably was use using you. “You okay baby?” He asked as you nodded. He then got up, “Let me get a towel”. He gets on his boxers and sweats before he walks out of the room. You look down at the floor where your clothes were thrown and reality hits you even more when you pan over to his desk where the textbook was left. You sit up and close your legs before wrapping your arms around your waist. You feel disgusted, he then comes back in with the towel. He comes towards you and climbs up on the bed, “Open your legs for me baby” You do as he says and slowly open your legs. He cleans his cum from your hole with the towel, you watch him as he does and you say something you would never say in your whole entire life, “Are you using me?” You asked. He stops to look up at you, “Huh?”. “Are you using me?” You say this time a bit louder. He sighs, “Baby what the fuck are you talking about?” “You must be using me right? Just for your stupid body count? Because you would never do this with somebody like me”. He sighs and frowns, “What if I’m not though? What if I like you?” Your eyes widened as you looked at him. His face shows he was telling the truth, “You w-what?” “I like you Y/N, okay? I’ve liked you ever since 5th grade. I tried to distract myself with other girls but it just didn’t work. I tried to get close to you but I was taken away by the stupid girls in our grade. I wanted to tell you I liked you but I didn’t know when and how. When you started to tutor me I was so happy that I could finally get close to you. And I thought we were going great so I fucked you. I’m not the best at showing my emotions but I hoped that this would get my feelings over” He then looked at you as you trembled and felt tears in your eyes. You then felt those tears stream down your face as you began to cry. You felt Jungkook come into your arms and hugged you, you put your face into his bare face and cried even harder. He stroked your hair and cooed, “I’m so sorry Y/N if you don’t feel the same way-“ “You should have taken me on a date” You said quietly. He was confused and looked down at me and you chuckled softly, “You should have taken me out on a date idiot” You then lightly punched his chest. He chuckled and gave you a kiss on the forehead, “Well I was going to after we got done but I thought you would take my signals a bit earlier” “I did! Did you not hear me cough?” He then smirked, “I did but I didn’t take that as a yes” You scoffed and rolled your eyes as he gave you a kiss on the head. He then got down to grab your clothes and threw them towards you, “Can you take me home?” He then whipped his head towards me, “Was I that bad?” “Oh no… I liked it, it's just… isn’t it going to be weird if we go into school at the same time?” He chuckled, “That’s the thing that you’re worried about the most right now?” You nodded, and he wiped his face with hand. “See this is why you’re not like other girls Y/N. And why I love you” You faintly blushed and looked away, “You drove here right? So it wouldn’t be us going in at the same time. Unless you want to stay with me?” He said smirking, “Oh, oh no um…” You chuckled a bit, “I forgot I brought my car” “Must be I fucked you that good” You then blushed hard and covered your face with your clothing and threw a pillow at Jungkook. “Ow! Hey! I’m right though?” “SHUT IT” He chuckled at your answer before coming back over to you and removing the clothing from your face and kisses you

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The next day you woke up in Jungkook’s bed alone. Before you went to bed he gave me his extra hoodie and sweats to wear to bed because your clothes were dirty. You opened your eyes slowly and yawned and rubbed your eyes. You looked around and wondered where he was. Just then you smelled something good coming from downstairs, so you went downstairs. You see Jungkook shirtless standing over the oven making breakfast. You smiled and came behind him and gave him a back hug, “Morning baby” “Morning” You said taking in his scent. He still smelled of his cologne like the night before. “Breakfast is almost ready so take a seat” You do as he says and sit down by the island. Breakfast soon came out and he set down a plate with bacon and eggs in the shape of a face. You smiled at his cute details on it, “Hope you like eggs and bacon for breakfast” “Oh no I do” You said smiling at him, as you cut some pieces of egg off with your knife and ate it. “How do you like your coffee?” He asked, going over the Keurig, “With creamer” He nodded and went into the fridge looking for the creamer and poured some into the coffee. He then puts it back into the fridge and gives you your cup of coffee, “Thank you” He nodded and went back over to his spot and sipped his coffee. “So you did like it last night right?” You looked over at him and his face was serious. “Mhm, you were very good” He chuckled and took another sip of his coffee, “Thank baby”. You nodded but just then you realized something, “What are we going to do about uniforms?” He almost spits his coffee out and looks at me. “The nurse usually has a spare but you have to pay for it” You nod and continue to eat your breakfast, “I can pay for it. I forgot about that, unless you want to go home and grab yours” “I will probably do that, I need to grab my school bag anyways” He nods and then pouts “That means I won’t see you until 4th” You giggle and look at him, “You will have to wait then”. He pouts and gives his doe eyes and you just chuckle. “So… are we a thing?” You asked, looking over at him. His eyes widened as he blushed and looked away. “Well I was going to ask you after our date but-” “Our date?!” You exclaimed looking over at him again. “You planned this all out didn’t you?” He chuckles and sets down his coffee,”I did but I can ask you now”. He comes to you and takes your hand in his. “Y/N L/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He asks bowing like a prince. You giggle at his antics, “Yes, I will”. You see him smile and moves up to kiss you passionately. You break the kiss and smile, “Can I use your shower?” “Mhm it’s all your princess” You smile at him and get up to go upstairs but just then he runs up behind me and wraps his hands around your waist tickling me. “BUT YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO WITH YOU” You giggle and laugh at the same time, “COME ON JUNGKOOK, PLEASE LET ME BE” You say laughing even harder, “NOPE LET ME GO WITH YOU” “FINE” You give in as he stops tickling you as you both make your way upstairs.

After you both got done with your steamy shower Jungkook gave you an extra shirt of his and some shorts. He said he would do laundry tonight so he would stop by your place to give you them. You both got ready for school and you both went out of the house to our cars. He stops you before going to your car, he looks at you before kissing you. “See you at school baby” You nod and then get into your car and drive to your house. You felt empty without him, it’s probably because you haven’t had a boyfriend since highschool. Once you arrive at your apartment, you run up your stairs and take off Jungkook’s clothes before getting into your uniform and grab your backpack before going back down stairs again and heading out the door. You soon arrive at school and park your car before walking into the entrance. It was a long wait for the 4th period, you were sad that it would be so long until you would see him again. After almost 3 hours, 4th period arrived. You walk into the class and see Jungkook talking to his friends in the distance. He feels your eyes on him, he turns his head and he smiles then waves at me. You wave back at him before sitting down at your desk. The period was so long but you saw Jungkook catching some glances at you here and then. You were looking at your paper thinking of the answer to question 13 but you see a piece of paper on your desk. You look over at Jungkook and he motions you to open it. It reads, “6 pm at my house tonight?” You smile and write back, “Sure! Text me the plans”. You hand him back the paper and watch his reaction. His face lights up with joy and he nods. Soon the period ended and you went over to your friend. “How was tutoring with Jungkook last night?” She asked. “Oh it was so good” You said smirking, she gave you a confused expression and then said “That’s good”. You smile then nod and I see Jungkook coming your way. You see he had a paper in his hand, he then showed it to you, he got a 54 on his Chemistry test. “Looks like I didn’t pass… must be I need some more tutoring” He said pouting. You giggle and smile at him, “Or maybe somebody wasn’t paying attention last night” He looks up at you and smirks, “When can I come over again?” “Hmm” You put your finger up to your lips, fake thinking. “How about Thursday next week and at 8 pm again, I have an all county meet at 4 pm” He licks his lips and looks at you from bottom to top. “Yeah? That’s fine… see you then Y/N” He said, giving me a wink before walking out the classroom door.

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raspberry-gloaming · 2 months

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I would absolutely adore a zygon companion. And I think it would be really cool both because it could keep the NuWho rule of having the companions be from modern day while having an alien and because you could like drop hints over several episodes until it's finally revealed.

Like. It starts out perfectly normal. The Doctor saves the day in... let's go for Newcastle. He picks up a new companion after the events, Erin.

Erin is from Birmingham, but she moved to Newcastle in 2013 for university, and has been living there since. She says a bunch of stuff about her life over the early episodes that could easily be construed as normal.

She moved here for uni, age 18, in 2013. She hasn't been back, but she's got a... complicated relationship with her family. But who doesn't?

She goes to a support group in Newcastle. What for? It's never specified, but you just assume it's a mental health thing. Good for her, taking care of her mental health.

She talks about her past before uni with a sort of apathy, almost like reading from a script. But it's just family issues, you know? She's had times that weren't great but she's separated from that now, she's moved on. Doesn't like to talk about it, and it's not our place to push too far.

It gets brought up offhand that she still has a strong Brummie accent despite living in Newcastle for more than ten years. She mentions in return that when she was younger she was one of those people who picked up the accent of wherever she visited but she supposes she grew out of that, because her accent has kept strong this past decade or so in Newcastle. Or perhaps it's something about the Geordies, she jokes, that her brain doesn't want to sound like.

She likes the Tudor times. Who doesn't have a favourite era of history, and the Tudors are very popular.

2015 wasn't necessary a good year for her. Family feuds, from what anyone could gather, or family friends getting into arguements that dragged in her community. She tried to stay away from all that. She'd moved up north two years before and was trying to stay away from family drama. It's already known she has that disengaged feel with mentioning her past, which is assumed to be family related. It's assumed there was just some family drama in Birmingham that year. She doesn't say why, just shrugs and jokes that it was their horoscopes.

She has a disconnect as well with gender. She uses she/her pronouns, because to her pronouns aren't a big deal but she uses them because something along the lines of "they're what this body came with." Everyone thinks it's just a jab or joke relating to the fact she's afab, so assigned she/her pronouns at birth as well. It's 2024, gender binaries and gender identities aren't so enforced or expected, you do you.

She looks slightly younger than she is. It's a thing that's pretty common, people age physically at different rates, I've got family who look or have looked decades younger than they are. But is that the real reason, or has she been miscalculating slightly how this body is supposed to age physically.

I'd like to imagine the doctor doesn't realise it either. I'm putting her with Fifteen here, I think that would be fun. And like he doesn't even realise until everything's going to pot quite a few episodes in and they've got no escape route or there's something that won't back down and oh fuck to get them out of it she's gonna have to shift and reveal herself.

Perhaps it's a 2 partner! And it's a cliffhanger, all dire situation, the credits about to roll, Erin swears under her breath and darts a look at the doctor. He won't hate her for lying, will he? She never was much involved with the politics of the hive's move and integration here, so she isn't really aware of who he is in relation to The Day of the Doctor and The Zygon Invasion/The Zygon Inversion. She quickly looks away, steels herself, and shifts.

Roll Credits!

I'd like to think Tumblr would go wild after it airs, with some people being like I TOLD YOU SO I KNEW IT MY THEORY WAS TRUE and there's other people who thought it would be cool but didn't think they would actually have a zygon companion. And some people who don't like it because all the "the companion is supposed to be like the audience's perspective/insert it doesn't work if they're not human as we can't relate to them" despite the fact Erin has been living as a "human" since 2013. And on the other hand people are disappointed because you finally get an alien companion but like "she's basically human anyway, it's not as fun as if they were more obvious alien and not living a human life it's kinda boring."

Either way I would love something like this and in writing this I've got kind of attached already to Erin, who I just made up on the spot as I wrote the post. Curious as to what her Newcastle life is now, what degree she did, the societies she joined, the job she has now. Finding yourself as someone whose always been a part of a hive before and also having to do that while pretending to not be yourself.

I'd love to see the little slip ups she makes, the comments that could easily be a normal human talking but get someone on the internet excitedly posting in caps lock with the red string meme.

#doctor who #doctor who fan companion #dw #dw oc #doctor who oc #zygon #zygons #Fifteenth doctor #original character #plot ideas #oc: erin taylor #One In A (20) Million

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takecareluv · 2 years

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a fic based off the song he’s mine by mokenstef?

a.n. i’ve had this song stuck in my head ever since i saw this request. i think i’ve annoyed everyone around me with it haha anyway, i hope you like it! mwah 🤍☺️

sorry but he’s mine || vinnie hacker x reader

after close to a year of being together, you and vinnie finally became public. while some fans were extremely happy for you both, having speculated that you two had been together way before you announced it. others were not too thrilled to see the internet’s boyfriend officially taken of the market.

having been in the public eye for quite some time, you were used to all the hate that came along with it. so the abundance of rude comments that surfaced from the news of your relationship didn’t faze you much. you typically ignored the comment section all together, not even taking note of what a bunch of strangers had to say about you.

what you did notice, however, was the surge of posts, ranging from tiktok videos to twitter threads, showing supposed screenshots of dm’s and text messages between vinnie and the girls who post it.

you mainly ignored them, knowing they were all fake and made by some jealous fans trying to break you and vinnie up.

it was quite sad, you thought, how far these people would go just to ruin a relationship between two people so clearly in love.

but it didn’t really bother you all that much. these girls could muster up all the fake conversations they wanted, at the end of day vinnie was yours, and a silly little post was going to change that.

it wasn’t until you were scrolling through your fyp one afternoon and saw a video of a girl you knew vinnie had a past with trying to make it seem like he was still in love with her, that you got slightly more agitated.

really? now one of his little ex flings not even girlfriend, is trying to break y’all up. when was it going to end? you thought to yourself. can’t these people just let us be happy.

you never wanted to respond publicly to any of the hate, knowing it would just add to the fire, but now you were feeling petty.

vinnie told you all about how horribly this girl treated him, like he was some prize for her use and exploit. how she tried to ruin his career after he finally found the courage to end things with her. and how she continued to harass him months after things were done between them.

with that being said, you were not going to let her get away with the tiktok she made full of lies. especially after reading the plethora of comments believing and supporting her. oh hell no.

one thing about you, is you were protective of the people you loved, especially your boyfriend.

you wanted your response to be subtle. you were a classy bitch after all. you didn’t want to call her out directly, but you wanted to send a message. vinnie is yours and will forever be yours, no matter how hard she tried to split you up.

later that night, vinnie returned from the warehouse looking mighty fine in his wife beater and grey sweats. you were instantly on top of him, telling him how good he looked and how much you missed him.

things escalated quickly from there, i mean you couldn’t help it your boyfriend was hot. and an hour and multiple rounds later you laid in bed exhausted and sore.

you were ready to fall asleep, but before you did, you grabbed your phone, pulling up the tiktok app to begin recording a video.

the video showed you and vinnie in bed with nothing but the sheets covering you. you both looked sweaty with messy hair and tired eyes, clearly fucked out. you began lip-syncing to the song that played in the background as vinnie cuddled closer to you, placing a kiss to your neck.

he’s mine.

you may of had him once,

but i got him all the time.

as soon as the you finished recording, you immediately posted it, not bothering to add a caption.

that should get the message across.

#vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker x reader

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betasuppe · 4 months

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It occurred to me just yesterday that I still only have a sad ending with Flint & Rinzler & still haven't conceived of how they could have a happily ever after.

A lot of it came from how most people want Rinzler to revert fully back to Tron post-Legacy & like, that's fine and all, but because Rinz has always been my fave guy, I got all sore at it & decided to say FUCK IT, WE ALL HAVE A BAD TIME HERE THEN!!

[long exhausted ramble... otherwise Flint's life sucks, nothing new here lol. feel free to ignore]

Anyways, the not very happy ending I've had in place for ages is that, just like how Tron helped Flint escape the Grid before Clu took over.... in the very last seconds of the human world before rolling over into the new millenia, Rinzler holds up the Grid from caving in as Flint is eked out just before y2k drops & the Grid undergoes a hard reset.

Anyways. When Flint finally leaps back the next day into the digital fantasy world to find even the smallest trace of Rinzler & yo ensure everything is ok & that the Grid survived smashing into the year 2000... Flint quickly runs into Clu & Tron & quite a few other familiar faces who are all in cheery good moods, happy to celebrate the new user year & see Flint too but... no one has any memory whatsoever of anything that took place from far before Clu's regime ever took over, all looking at the user all wild-eyed & in a panic with definite concern.

Considering Flint had started to feel like this world was the closest to home he'd ever known, & now not a single part of the adventure he'd been on, the bonds he'd formed & the times he'd shared were remembered by a single other soul... it's like the rug was completely yanked out from under his feet & Flint finds himself in some unknown Twlight Zone-esque version of the Grid that he had once called home... basically standing around strangers with familiar faces.

So like. Flint tries to spur on some memories with Tron, with no success of recalling anything of his time as Rinzler, & Flint has to come to grips with the fact that YEAH, he really did lose Tron once & now Rinzler too &... it hurts too much to realize that the Tron Flint's left standing in front of is neither parts of the program he'd loved. As is, they're just pals at this point again & Flint feels like he can't run the risk of going through this all once more, just to lose Tron again.

So Flint quickly wraps up everything by wishing his fellow programs a happy new year before dipping out... & a bunch of Flint's digital pals all wondering worriedly if the user is alright, but like that's it.

Flint goes back to the real world & hopes to find some archived Rinzler data hidden elsewhere, but the y2k bs messed everything up & kinda. It's just done. Flint leaves the programming & computer based world behind. He becomes a photographer since he'd always been interested in environmental storytelling & then like. Otherwise he feels the need to make sure he has full proof of what he's seen & done after feeling like years of his life were dumped down the drains in the Grid 😬

Anyways, I feel like it'd be easy enough to have Flint wind up with one of Rinzler's identity discs before he escapes the Grid during it's y2k refresh, but would it even work to restore memories on Tron? Would it even sort of be the same? I feel like that's a jerk move, letting a messed up copy of Rinz parasite onto this poor unsuspecting Tron & it's just. Pretty sucky.

Would Flint just hold onto it as the last memory of the greatest bond he ever had in his life?? Hard to say.

If nothing else, may need to rethink the full ending? Maybe it's possible Rinzler gets dragged out with Flint before the y2k restart? But otherwise, Flint having all the memories & no one to share them with... he could try to rekindle things with Tron from the start button that point, there's no guarantee anything would even happen, I guess. I dunno.

Either way, the only version of Flint & Tron/Rinzler that actually has a happy ending is with evil Flint & Rinz, since they get digitally bonded for life & lock themselves up in the Grid forever & live happily for eternity in their little digital paradise bit otherwise like.

Most every version of Flint & Rinz but one does not end on a happy note... usually with Flint lying face down on his bed, praying to disintegrate & stop existing & all because he gave his whole heart to the same guy TWICE & ruined his life BOTH times & feels like he himself is the one who's ruined Tron/Rinzler's life. It's confusing & awful & dreadful, but. There it is.

Sorry about that, buddy...

[In which Flint ends up sad & alone because he's too tired to give his heart to anyone else after losing his first loves... & at least Flynn gets out of the Grid way earlier than 2010 but still, all sorts of things suck here... I'd like if somehow rinzler could remember but hOWWW]

#twizzler & front♡#so what if i told you #flint's life sucked & hegives a part of his soul to a program who gets deleted before the end of the story #everything just sucks♡

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kyufessions · 2 years

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Cruise

synopsis: you go on a four week long cruise, alone. only you don’t end up alone by the end of it.

word count: 4.1k (oops my bad)

pairings: stranger! vernon x broken hearted! g.n. reader

warnings: making out but it doesn’t go far ,,, is that even considered a warning ?? also some swearing

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, some angst in the beginning

a/n: my first seventeen mini fic ever. i saw seventeen in concert this past tuesday and now have brain rot so enjoy this shitty fic xoxo (might delete later depending how i feel about it)

Throwing your body back onto the white bed decorated in red rose petals, you brought a fluffed up pillow to your face and screamed your frustrations into it. The last thing on your agenda for this trip was to end up coming alone, having planned it with you and your now ex-boyfriend. This trip had been planned for the last five months, and just three weeks ago he decided to end things out of nowhere. Normally, you’re able to see these things coming but for some reason you hadn’t imagined this happening. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, at least on your end. You tried to get refunds for the small flight, the cruise, everything. But everything had been non-refundable so you decided you'd rather miss out on a small portion of money instead of the full amount. When you checked in, you mentally cursed yourself when they had asked where your boyfriend was since you made them aware you wanted the room to be romantic and even booked a bunch of couple activities to do for the next four weeks. You had even gushed to them about how you wanted to propose to your boyfriend of two years, but when you explained to them the day of the cruise their saddened stares made you feel small.

After a few minutes of mumbling curses into the soft pillow, you brought yourself to your feet to unpack into your new room for the next few weeks. You put a random playlist of yours on shuffle, SZA’s The Weekend echoing throughout the room as your voice sang along to every word. Giggles of children came and went, small conversations striking your curiosity as you couldn’t help but eavesdrop. None of them were interesting though, so you just went back to the angelic voices of the artists singing to you through your phone's speaker. Once your bags were unpacked and your clothing and necessities were put away, you took a step out onto your small balcony and stared off into the ocean. Not far from your left you could still see the land in the distance, mentally telling yourself to leave your worries there until your return. You looked back out into the sea, taking in a deep breath and enjoying the faint smell of the salt water. You were excited to get away a bit, even if you did have to be in a couple themed room with lingering memories of someone you once knew.

For the first few hours, you just stayed cooped up in your room watching Disney+. You watched some older shows like That’s So Raven and Drake and Josh as you played against your friend in 8ball through imessage games. As the sun started to set, your stomach started to grumble quite loudly for anything to be digested into it. And who were you to deny it of such bliss? So you paused the show, grabbed your room keys, and made your way to the dining hall. Since it was a bit early, only 6:00PM, you were hoping there wouldn’t be many people. And, to your luck, there wasnt. There were just some singular people spread throughout the room and one group of teenagers in a corner of the room laughing with one another. Making your way to the buffet, you grabbed a tray and skimmed over all the options. You decided to treat yourself to the last steak available and some tiramisu for dessert, accompanied by a soda on the side. Normally, you wouldn’t drink soda but since it was your first night on your cruise you decided why not. You shuffled over to an empty table carefully, not wanting to spill your food on yourself or anyone else.

But it seemed like the universe had other plans for you because just as a table to your liking caught your eye, a man bumped into your shoulder causing your tray to go flying and all eyes to be upon you two. Multiple apologies spilled out of the man’s mouth but you didn’t listen one bit, anger filling you up at a fast pace. You snatched the now empty tray with soda dripping off the sides and picked up the now dirty medium rare steak you were just about to devour. You ignored the man completely, rushing towards the garbage bin and tossing the tray on top of the other dirty ones. For the rest of the night, you stayed in your room and decided to just order in room service. And mentally praying to not bump into that same guy, despite you never looking at his face or even getting his name.

The next morning, the sounds of the crashing waves and morning sunshine seeped through to greet your tired self. Turning your back to the sun, a low grumble escaped your mouth as you stretched across the king sized bed lazily. you reached over for your phone, checking the time and deciding to roll out of bed before breakfast ends in thirty minutes. you quickly brush your teeth as you slip on some cat slippers, fixing your hair quickly before slipping out of the door and over to the breakfast hall in your pajama shorts and baggy tee.

as you sip on your coffee, you check your messages and play back your friend in 8ball since you fell asleep on her last night. you smiled as a piece of bacon entered your mouth, savoring the delicious food your stomach has been craving since last night. but your smile soon faded as a voice startled you from your deep interest into your game. you looked up to the man standing across from you at your table, wondering why he was coming up to you.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you like that.” he started, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “i just wanted to say sorry for yesterday.” you cocked your head to the side, wondering what he meant. “for spilling your food and stuff.”

you felt the tips of your ears heat up in annoyance. why was he speaking to you? why not act like it never happened? you just nodded, swallowing your last bit of bacon and taking your tray and walking away from him without a word.

for the next week, you saw the man everywhere. you saw him at meals, during some activities you attended like a small pottery painting class and even to watch a small nirvana cover band. it was annoying- his face made you irritated. sure, him bumping into you wasn’t on purpose but it did start your little vacation off to a bad start. and for that, all you wanted was to push him out of your mind. but him being at every corner made it quite impossible to do so. out of the hundreds of people on this cruise, why did he keep popping up?

during your second week, you took yourself to the pool on the fourth floor and decided to bask in the sun for a while as you watched some movies on your iPad. sipping on your smoothie from a pineapple, you jumped slightly in your chair as a jump scare came up on the horror movie you were watching. you looked up through your shades as a figure approached you, wondering who it could be. but, of course, it had to be the man you did not want to see.

“dude, what do you want?” you groan, rolling your eyes at him evidently.

he crossed his arms over his chest, his hands clutching a similar pineapple drink. “i could ask you the same. you’re everywhere i go!”

you shrug your shoulders, going back to watching your movie. but before you could put in your headphones, he spoke up again. “all i wanted was to say sorry that day and you were rude.”

you closed the case of your iPad, not wanting this conversation to go any further. “i came on this cruise to get away from life since everything seems to not be in my favor lately. and the very first day i get a delicious meal spilled on me. sure, it wasn’t on purpose but it ruined my mood.” you stood to your feet, packing your tote bag and getting ready to go anywhere but here. “i think i’m entitled to be a bit bitter about the situation considering you’re also everywhere despite there being so many people on here. just do me a favor and ignore me please. thanks in advance.” and with that, you walk away.

later that night, you sit out on the chair on the deck with a small glass of red wine in your hands. you watch the moon’s reflection in the water as the boat moves at a consistent pace, the vocals of frank ocean filling your ears as he plays aloud from your phone in your lap. you hum along to White Ferrari as it starts up, a small smile tugging to the corner of your lips.

being on the cruise was, although annoying at times, relaxing and exactly what you needed. you never spoke to anyone unless someone started up conversation with you first; you didn’t really see the need to make friends for four weeks to potentially never see them again. so you just looked at the daily schedules posted by the elevators and decided if you would attend something that day or not, and if not you would relax by the pool or just nap and catch up or start some new shows. it was nice. and it definitely helped ease your tension and forget about your ex. who, while on vacation, has not texted you at all. which is normally unlike him. he usually texted you at least once a day, even after your breakup. he’d say things like, “hope you’re doing well” or “have a good day!” with occasional small conversations here and there. but since the cruise: nothing. nada.

a figure walking up to the railing knocked you out of your daze. it was nearing midnight and you didn’t expect to see anyone out, but here someone else was. you averted your gaze before looking back at the man, hearing him hum along as well. you took a sip of wine as you stared at the strangers figure, wondering why it looked familiar.

“i can feel you staring.” the man spoke, turning his head to meet your gaze.

when his eyes met yours, you rolled your eyes and looked away. it was the same man from earlier, the one that seemed to follow you everywhere.

“relax, i came out here to get my mind off of some stuff.” he said as he turned his head back around, humming to the song.

you nodded, staring out at the water in silence. the once tense atmosphere started shifting as the sounds of the waves and Super Rich Kids meshed together beautifully, making you both feel somewhat at peace in that very moment. several songs later your glass started to get near empty, signaling it was time for you to get back to your room. but not before your curiosity struck.

“what’s your name anyway?” you asked the stranger as you stood up from your seat.

he turned around to look at you, then looked around to see if you were speaking to anyone else. when his eyes met yours once again, he pointed towards himself and mouthed ‘me?’. you nodded, a small laughter leaving your lips. he was shocked you took the initiative to even speak to him first.

“it’s vernon.”

the next morning, you saw vernon sitting by himself having breakfast. normally, you’d just pass him by but you felt pulled towards his table as you were looking for somewhere to sit. you pulled the chair backwards with your cat-slippered foot, taking the seat across from the man staring at you with curious wide eyes. he just looked at you, mouth full of a piece of his bacon, onion, and cheddar omelet. you stared back, sending him a tired smile.

“good morning, vernon.” you said, taking a small sip of your coffee afterwards.

he gave you a small wave, swallowing his food before speaking. “thought you hated me.”

“im doing well, thanks for asking. i hope you are as well.” you shoved a piece of bacon into your mouth and fully swallowed before he could say anything further. “sorry if i’ve been coming across as an asshole. we’re both on this cruise to get away from shit so, i could’ve lightened up. i’m sorry. truly.”

he just nodded as he listened, taking sips of his orange juice. his eyes glanced down to your feet, noticing your cat slippers that you always seemed to wear in the mornings. “cute cat slippers.”

you glanced down at them as well, smiling proudly at them. “thanks, i got them because they look like my cat back at home.”

his lips curved into a smile, his eyes lighting up at the mention of your pet. “what’s their name?”

for the rest of the morning, you both sat there telling each other about your pets at home and sharing photos and videos with one another. you also got to know a bit about one another as well, mainly about your favorite movies and disney characters. you also teased him a bit for liking orange juice with some pulp, but not for too long because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. after being kicked out of the dining area, you both made ways to your rooms and said to see each other around later in the day.

the next few days, you both ended up spending time together at meals. you saw vernon at other places as well like the pool, the deck, and other mini activities you attended from time to time. you would nod awkwardly at each other, sometimes with a smile or a wave. but always kept your distance as to give each other the needed space you both wanted on this getaway.

until one afternoon at the pool where it was more cloudy than sunny, the sky threatening to downpour at any given moment. but you still laid out on a random chair, listening to frank ocean as you lost yourself in the thoughts your mind were occupied with. vernon was at the pool as well, his feet dipped into the pool and swinging them back in a forth slightly. he glanced over at you, watching you curiously as you stared up into the darkening clouds. everytime you came to the pool you never got into the water, only sunbathed and did whatever you did on your iPad. he wondered why. so he got up and made his way over to you, hoping it’d be okay if he asked.

you looked over to the man walking over to you with an awkward smile, waving at him. “hey, what’s up vernon?”

he greeted you, a small smile on his face. “how come you never get into the pool?”

you shrugged, looking back up to the clouds and away from his gaze. “i have no one to play with in the water, so why go in?”

he nodded, feeling droplets fall onto his bare back. you scrunched your nose up as a raindrop fell onto the tip of your nose, vernon smiling as you did so. he found it kind of cute. he looked up to the clouds, squinting his eyes as another droplet fell but on his eyebrow. “we should probably head inside, looks like it’s gonna rain any second now.”

and, as if on cue, you both run inside with your items as the rain starts to downpour on you. laughter echoes the halls as you run inside, both of you semi-soaked from the weather. vernon stops running by a pair of elevators, pressing the button and following in behind you. coincidentally, you both press the same floor button. your eyes meet in a confused exchange.

“you’re on the third floor too?” you ask. he nods, causing you to let out a soft chuckle. “and we’ve never bumped into each other on the floor. odd.”

“odd indeed.” he replied, standing forward and awaiting for the doors to open.

you did the same, fiddling with the bag in your hands. but something lingered in your mind: whenever you both went your separate ways at night, you assumed he was going to his room. so if he wasn’t going there, where else would he go at night?

the doors opened with a ding that startled you out of your thoughts, making you blind a few times to push yourself back into reality. you follow behind vernon and go to say goodnight until you notice him walking towards the direction of your hallway. you cock your head to the side, grabbing his arm to stop him.

“your room is in the 350’s?” you asked, and he nodded.

“what the fuck? how have we never bumped into each other?” you meant to say as a statement, but it came out more as a question.

he just laughs, walking in the direction of your rooms. “no clue. but i normally play with my band until three in the morning so unless you’re out that late, that probably explains it.”

you stop in your tracks, hanging your mouth wide open for dramatic effect. vernon noticed you stopped walking beside him, wondering why that was. when he turned and noticed your expression, he let out a dry laugh. he sent you an expression, wondering why you were so shocked.

“you have a band and didn’t tell me?”

he nodded, a small yeah falling from his lips with a playful smile. his laughter filled the hallways as you very gently hit his arm when you started walking next to him again, turning a small corner and seeing your door up ahead.

“we only play some nights, not all though. i like to think we’re pretty good.”

“do you play originals?”

he shakes his head, stopping in front of a door you assumed to be his and taking a key from his wallet. “only covers of maroon 5, the beatles, and nirvana.”

it was your turn to laugh now. “three completely different genres from three completely different generations.” he rolls his eyes, unlocking his door. “i’d love to hear you sing some time.”

he leans against the door frame, his arms crossing over his chest. “i don’t sing, i play guitar.”

you smile at him, clapping your hands together. “can i hear you play?”

“sure, come here us play tonight on the lower deck.”

that night, you change into casual clothing and take a seat in the crowd. there was a small group of people watching the already-started performance, hearing a soft angelic voice through the mic as an acoustic guitar accompanied the stranger. behind the guitar was vernon, his eyes staring down at his fingers to make sure he didn’t fuck anything up. him and joshua were new to performing in front of crowds, only doing this to help them get by with their rising rent. it was a nice pass time that he thoroughly enjoyed, and doing it with his best friend was even better.

you ordered a drink from the bar and sat back down in your seat at an empty table, smiling as you watched vernon play frank ocean’s Ivy. you were expecting another song from the three artists he mentioned, but to hear frank ocean was a surprise to you. nonetheless, you enjoyed the performance. you smiled at the two friends jamming to their own musical covers, seeing their evident happiness made your heart melt. minutes turned into an hour and before you knew it, their performance was over. you clapped along with the rest of the crowd, smiling at both of the men thanking everyone.

you laughed as you noticed vernon’s shyness- he never failed to come across as adorable to you. his eyes scanned the crowd, noticing you in a back corner and feeling his ears heat up. he secretly hoped you enjoyed the performance, mainly Ivy considering he purposely played it for you. when you started making your way towards him, he felt his heart rate quicken. he wasn’t sure why, but it did.

“damn, you play pretty good.” you confessed, your finger wrapped around a wine glass half full of red wine. vernon thanked you as he put his guitar back in its old case, a smile on his face. “i was surprised to hear ivy though, but it was still really good so i’m not complaining.”

he stood up, throwing his bag over his shoulder and nodding over at his friend flirting with some middle-aged woman in the crowd. his friend nodded back, going back to his flirtatious conversation with another random lady. vernon looked at you, noticing you watched him intently as you downed the last of the alcohol.

you both walked back to your room, gushing to him about how well he did. you would’ve stopped minutes ago, but the way he got shy was cute to you. so you continued to do so till you both stopped in front of your door. he just listened, saying thank you as his cheeks rose in color.

“you’re cute when you get shy.” you added, grabbing your keys from your pocket. he nodded, not even able to get out a simple ‘thank you’. “also, one last thing, why'd you play Ivy? thought you only played specific artists and frank ocean wasn’t one you mentioned.”

“i wanted to impress you, to be honest.” vernon confessed, his eyes never leaving yours.

it was now your turn for your cheeks to heat up, making you fiddle with your thumbs. “ah, i’m not special though. but thank you, i really liked it. a lot.”

the silence was a bit awkward yet lifting. you avoided his gaze as you stared down at the flooring until you felt his index and middle finger under your chin, making your eyes fall upon his.

“sorry, um, did i make you uncomfortable?” he questioned.

you shook your head, a smile spreading across your lips. “can you kiss me already?”

he nodded eagerly, making you let out a tiny laugh before his lips crashed onto yours hungrily. it was nice, the way his lips synched with yours automatically and his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him. everything was smooth, almost like it was meant to happen. minutes passed before the opening of a door down the hall startled both of you, making you both pull away before anyone could notice what was happening between you two. you both stared up at one another, completely shocked at what just happened.

before you knew it, you were pulling him into your room and he was locking it behind himself. you found yourself laid on your bed with vernon hovering over you, his lips finding yours in the pale moonlight instinctively. your fingers ran themselves through his hair, pulling on it gently to hear how pretty his moans would sound. and boy were you right; they were low and had you craving more as each second passed. let’s just say, maybe meeting a stranger on this cruise wasn’t so bad.

for the last week of the cruise, vernon spent every night sleeping next to you. you both never discussed what would happen after you returned to your normal lives, dreading the conversation. instead, you made small memories together. like watching your favorite disney films or having him teach you guitar. granted, you sucked and didn’t improve much but you insisted he still taught you. and he still teased you about it relentlessly, but rewarded you with a kiss to your temple afterwards for your efforts.

you never shared socials or even numbers with vernon, but several months later you still thought about him. you wondered how he was, if he ever left his nursing career and perused music with his best friend. on the last day of the cruise, you both agreed not to say goodbye. you both knew it would sting, so the night before you slept in your own rooms and agreed to leave the boat at separate times. and even though you secretly hoped he would come back that night, he never did. but it was all for the best, anyway. you had just gotten out of a long relationship and he seemed to be struggling as well, so maybe something so small for only four weeks was all you both needed as the perfect distraction. you secretly hoped you would bump into one another again, but considering it had been months it deemed impossible. you just hoped in another universe you both were still together, some way somehow.

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(3) to you, 2000 years from now.

hongjoong x fem!reader.

tags: angst, captain!hongjoong, royalty!reader, betrayals, misunderstandings, mentions of death, cruelty, fluff here n there, fantasy setting, strangers to lovers to enemies to..?

summary: after the death of your parents and near fall of your kingdom, you have no choice but to leave your first love in order to keep the kingdom in balance with you as the new ruler. years later, you see a familiar face - but instead of being in your arms, he's kneeling in front of the guillotine.

word count: 5,3k

currently, three out of ?

previous.

kim hongjoong has knocked on death’s door twice in his life so far.

the first being when he managed to get himself in trouble with a bunch of ruffians for stealing their gold coins – it was truly a first for him, really, since he has been stealing for quite some time already and he had never been caught before. for some reason, he slipped up, leading to the unfortunate case scenario of the day where he got his first black eye.

the second time he almost met his creator was when he was tied up and dragged to the guillotines with a sack over his head that smells something akin to a nasty mixture of dirt and dried blood.

again, he had slipped up for some reason. he should’ve finished the job as quick as possible. his first mistake was deciding to even say one word to his target – because, of course, you would recognize his voice anywhere even after all the years of being apart. it makes him sick, awfully so, the way he heard you say his name for the first time in so long with a voice filled with so many emotions which he can’t bring himself to feel anymore.

he hates it. he hates how he spent six years being separated from you, and with all that time, one would expect him to be completely immune to you and your sweetness that just won’t leave him alone, sticking to him like a stain that won’t wash off.

he hates how you were there for him during both of the times he almost got himself killed because of the mistakes he made, how you would save him each time without a second thought. he hates how it’s your voice that would always be the one to stop the grim reaper from swinging its scythe, and give him another chance to live his damned life. he hates how you oh so casually would stop his execution as if it’s the most natural thing to do, before shedding your tears for him even after he tried to slit your throat.

and god, does he hates how, after six damned years, you’re still the girl he fell in love with. even when he’s sure he’s no longer the boy you fell for.

it makes him angry. you make him angry, so much. but as he sits on the dirty floor of his prison cell that he was thrown into after his execution was stopped, he can’t stop thinking of you.

hongjoong’s ears catch the sound of subtle footsteps climbing down the stairs that lead to the prison he’s currently in. the underground cells are dark, with not a lick of sunshine and only several torches that cling onto the brick walls serving as the source of light. yet he’s still able to make out the person who decided to come all the way down to pay him a visit in his dirty cell.

huh, hongjoong scoffs to himself in his head. speak of the damn devil.

he tries to avoid your eyes as you gaze at him through the bars of his cell, but he can still make out your appearance from the corner of his eyes.

it’s bizarre, he thinks, how you’ve changed so little yet so much.

you’re taller now, as much as he can tell from the poor lighting. you’re still wearing the nightgown you used when you came in barging into the execution grounds as if you didn’t bothering changing before coming down to the cells. he can see how the features on your face are no longer that of a young girl – they’re sharper, he thinks, and more defined since you’ve grown.

“joong –”

“i told you not to call me that anymore.” hongjoong hisses as he cuts you off, as if he’s disgusted by the mere sound of your voice.

and he is, honestly.

he’s disgusted by how your voice has turned deeper, with a tone that somehow sounds more royal and confident compared to your meek little teenager voice back then – but the way you call out for him remains the same.

“… right.” you mumble out, and hongjoong sees you shift uncomfortably from one leg to another, the long skirt of your gown flowing with your movements.

“what do you want?” the man says after a while. “you here to bust me out or something? is stopping my execution not enough for you, your highness?”

hongjoong spits out the title as if it’s poisonous, and he thinks it might as well be.

“no,” you respond, ignoring the ache in your heart before straightening your back. “i’m here to talk.”

“about what?” hongjoong scoffs, rolling his eyes as he leans his head back against the wall behind him. “don’t you have your royal duties to attend to? don’t waste your precious time here. i have no interest in talking to you any further.”

at his words, it takes you all the strength you have left not to cry in front of him again. you wonder if hongjoong can hear the sound of your heart breaking into the smallest pieces, if it’s not already evident on the defeated look on your face.

“i’m here to talk about… everything, i guess.” you finally find the courage to speak again after several moments of being quiet. “can we, please? if it’s about me hiding my identity from you then i’m so sorry –”

“sorry doesn’t fucking cut out for it,” hongjoong grits his teeth. “i trusted you, and you knew it. i gave you my all and i would’ve given you more if you asked, but you decided to lie to me.”

before you could say anything in your defense, hongjoong stands up to his feet as he faces you. the look on his face, twisted with anger, disgust, and everything that you never would’ve expected to see from the man who used to love you.

“that day,” hongjoong continues, his sharp eyes glaring daggers into yours. “after i poured my entire heart out to you, where were you? i woke up and you were gone. you didn’t even come back for days and weeks –”

“my parents were murdered, hongjoong!” you cry out, unable to keep your emotions leveled. “they were killed during the night i spent with you. i – i was mourning, okay? i couldn’t bear to get out of bed and show my face in the palace or the entire kingdom. i was so young and about to be crowned queen less than a week after my parents died, did you think i was able to think about anything else other than the fact that i shouldn’t have slept away from the palace that night? how i wished i was with them and maybe i could’ve just died too instead of living miserably for my entire life?”

the tears that blurred your vision and rolled down your cheeks made you unable to notice how hongjoong’s expression changed for a quick second before going back to looking at you as if you were the most vile thing in the kingdom.

“… i wish you weren’t with me that night, too.” he breathes out just enough for you to hear. “then maybe i wouldn’t have had the chance to confess. i would’ve done myself a favor.”

and that was it, the final nail in the coffin. you feel as if your already broken heart was stepped on over and over again without a hint of mercy by the man who used to hold it as if it were the most fragile thing.

“as much as i want to say that you would have been doing both of us a favor,” you manage to croak out, hands balled into tight fists by your sides. “i… with the little time i knew i had with you, i was happy we spent it together. i loved you, hongjoong. i loved you so much. ”

you raise a hand up to wipe the stray tears that clung on your face before looking straight into the eyes of the man behind the prison bars.

“but you are not my hongjoong, not anymore.”

without another word or even a second glance, you turn away to exit the dungeons.

with every heavy step you take, you leave behind the man who’s still standing in the middle of his dimly lit prison cell, head hung low as he sheds silent tears with a heart that bleeds for you.

a man who you know not anymore.

you’ve decided, that if this is how he’s going to treat you even after you prayed for his safe return for six years, then so be it.

juyeon taps his fingers against the mahogany table in front of him. his eyebrows are furrowed with clear distress as he stares at you, silently sipping on your glass of water from across the dining table, pretending not to notice his eyes on you.

he knows you’re pretending. you’re so easy to read, juyeon thinks. after six years of being married to you, the young king has already gotten himself familiar to all the little mannerisms and quirks you’d unconsciously do that would give away your thoughts. he would catch the way you tense up, shoulders stiffs and jaw clenched, whenever you’re unhappy with any of his decisions. he’d always silently watch you pick at the skin around your fingernails whenever you’re nervous or overwhelmed, and only when he catches a glimpse of red oozing from the places you had picked on does he hold onto your hands to stop you.

as someone who has been raised to be attentive, juyeon would always find himself being able to read you like an open book, even when you’ve closed your pages to everyone.

but for a reason that he’s unsure of, the young king can’t seem to figure you out this time.

“darling,” juyeon speaks after a moment, fixing his posture to sit properly on his chair. “i’m afraid we have to talk about some… matters.”

juyeon feels a muscle in his face twitch slightly when you respond to his words with a simple hum.

“i won’t waste my time beating around the bush,” he sighs, placing his arms on the table. “why did you stop the execution?”

under the dim lighting of the dining hall, juyeon catches the way you tense up at his words, and it makes his mind wonder further than it already did. he allows you to take your time to find an appropriate answer – an appropriate and true answer, he hopes.

two nights ago, juyeon had saved you from a certain death. there was an uneasy feeling within his chest when you were taking quite some time to join him in bed. juyeon is not the kind of person to ignore his gut feelings, so he decided to venture back towards your study and check up on you. he had expected for you to accidentally pass out on your table, since you did look rather tired before he exited the room, or maybe you were being stubborn again and you wanted to finish some more paperwork.

what juyeon didn’t expect was to see you unconscious in the arms of a masked assassin, gloved hands clasped over your mouth to keep you from screaming.

the king doesn’t know what went faster – the way his heart dropped to his stomach, or the way he lunged himself at your attacker to knock him out with swift movements. juyeon had shouted for the guards, the desperation and anxiety in his voice alerting every guard within the perimeter to come sprinting towards the dark room.

as he held your unconscious body in his shaking arms, juyeon ordered for the immediate execution of the assassin once day breaks.

an execution that was stopped by none other than the person who nearly died at the hands of the very same assassin.

juyeon’s grip on the cup that he’s currently sipping on tightens as he recalls the way you yelled for the execution to cease.

whether it be you who will tell him or not, juyeon is determined to find out your relationship with the assassin.

“i have my own reasons.” you reply to your husband’s question without meeting his gaze, your eyes fixed on the cutlery in front of you as if they were any more interesting.

“you have to be slightly more specific than that, dearest.” juyeon breathes out, removing his arms from the table to cross them over his chest as he leans back on his seat. you can feel his eyes burning against your skin.

“i don’t think i am obligated to share them with you.” the tone in your voice falters slightly, but you straighten yourself up to return juyeon’s stare. you can see it, the way his eyes are narrowed and his eyebrows arch downwards with unsatisfaction. juyeon isn’t the type to get angry at you often – you can count the number of times he had actually scolded on one hand. with you, he’s not the intimidating young king that the kingdom knows and respects, but that doesn’t calm your anxiety any further as you stare into his dark eyes.

you’re expecting for the man on the opposite side of the table to continue questioning you, but to your surprise, he doesn’t. there’s a sense of defeat in the king’s expression as he allows himself to loosen up, his eyebrows no longer arched and his broad shoulders slumping downwards.

“very well then, if you insist.” juyeon keeps his gaze on you. “however, we still have to agree on a new execution date. just because you stopped it once does not mean i will allow the assassin to walk as a free man.”

“… i understand.” you give the man a small nod, to which he seems to accept calmly. you see no point in arguing with your husband as it will only raise his suspicions for you.

underneath the table, your fingers at picking on the skin around your nails.

the sound of juyeon’s shoes stepping against the floor echoes through the empty dining hall as he approaches you after getting up from his seat. once he’s close enough, he reaches a hand out, placing it on your cheek to gently lift your head up until your eyes meet his.

the sound of his voice saying your name paired with the heavy gaze he gives you makes a shiver run down your spine, and you swallow subtly.

“i hope you don’t let your emotions get the best of you,” juyeon speaks, his thumb caressing the skin of your warm cheek. “as much as i cherish you as my wife, you are still a queen with responsibilities. i want you to remember that.”

juyeon’s touch is sweet, caring in a way that would make any woman swoon, but his eyes tell a different story. you can see it from the way he’s looking down at you from his tall stature, the dark irises staring straight at you as if they’re daring for you to disobey the king who saved the kingdom from disarray.

go on, his eyes taunt you. challenge me. i dare you.

your own eyes shake underneath the pressure, but you manage to breathe out an answer after a moment.

“okay.”

“good girl.” juyeon’s smile appears on his previously frowning lips, but it doesn’t melt away the uneasiness in your chest. he leans forward to press a lingering kiss against your forehead before pulling away entirely, walking away from you afterwards.

the dining hall door creaks close once juyeon makes his exit, leaving you alone inside the spacious room to tend to the thought that has been screaming at you the entire time you’ve been conversing with your husband.

whether you like it or not, hongjoong will still be executed under juyeon’s command.

you bring your trembling hands up to cover your face, the sounds of your muffled sobs echoing through the empty hall as you sob for the cruel fate that has been bestowed on you. it’s almost hilarious, honestly, how unfortunate you are – and you’re sure the heavens are laughing at you this very moment as if you are their very own play thing.

you had gone out of your way to stop the execution of the man that you loved with your entire being, only to find out he has changed in all the worst ways possible. you tell yourself that you do not love him anymore, since he is no longer the sweet poet that you once knew, who would paste his writings about you on the walls of his room.

his hair no longer shines like the stars, for now they gleam black as if the soft strands are a direct reflection as to what his own heart has become after six years – an endless, dark void. his eyes, you remember from the day you visited him in the dungeons, no longer hold any softness and admiration when they’re gazing at you like you’re the center of the world. instead, they’re dripping with pure hatred, one that was as pure as your love for the one who bears them.

if only, your heart cries. if only things were different.

you’re unaware of how long you’ve been sobbing quietly by yourself within the dining hall, but soon enough, your cries die out. only then do you realize someone else was with you.

“are you done crying now?” a voice speaks out, and you don’t have the energy to be startled. even if you weren’t crying, you still wouldn’t have been surprised – the voice belongs to the one person who has been by your side longer than anyone else.

“yeonjun,” you croak out. “how long have you been here?”

“a while.” your personal guard and closest friend replies as he moves closer to you from his spot near the door. he pulls a chair next to you and allows himself to sit there comfortably.

“i see,” you reply, eyes casted down. “i’m… sorry you have to see me like this. i didn’t notice you coming in.”

you hear yeonjun scoff at your words, and through your peripheral vision, notice how he leans forward just enough to look at your face.

“you shouldn’t apologize for having feelings,” he says softly, a frown on his lips. “and you definitely shouldn’t listen to whatever that thing you call your husband said earlier.”

“hey,” you turn your head to return yeonjun’s gaze, a weak smile growing on your face. “i thought i told you to stop referring to him as a thing. besides, juyeon is right–”

“hell no he isn’t,” yeonjun interrupts you faster than you imagined him to, making you blink your puffy eyes in surprise. “he isn’t right. doesn’t matter that you’re a queen with big fancy responsibilities, you’re still allowed to have feelings. and the part where he basically threatened you? saying shit like ‘i hope you understand’ with his dumb king voice, makes me wanna beat the hell out of–”

you stop yeonjun’s rambling his a quick smack at the top of his head, which makes him wince before rubbing at the spot with his hand.

“first of all,” you say, tone akin to a mother scolding her child. “he’s just doing his part as king, i admit it didn’t feel too good but i understand his words. second of all, why and how long were you eavesdropping on our conversation?”

at the realization that he’s been caught, yeonjun freezes as he looks away from you. you notice how the tips of his ears turn red, and it makes you stifle back a laugh.

“okay, i was not eavesdropping,” he protests. “i was merely close enough by the entrance to hear what he was saying.”

yeonjun ignores the obvious look of doubt on your face before he straightens himself up on his seat.

“but anyway, i came here to tell you something.”

you gesture at him to continue talking, to which he does after breathing in.

“you should go visit him while you can.” yeonjun’s lips quirk up into a knowing smile as he notices how your eyes widen ever so slightly. “anyone with eyes could see how important that guy is to you after you stopped the execution, even when he tried to kill you. i admit i have no idea either, but i’m guessing it has something to do on why you kept sneaking out of your room a few years back.”

if you were sipping on something, you definitely would’ve choked to death. you sit there, silently, feeling like a fool as you listen to how yeonjun would catch your figure sprinting through the palace gardens to exit via the back gates each night during your youth.

“i got curious one night and followed you,” the young man explains casually with a shrug of his broad shoulders. “lo and behold, i saw you entering a building with the silliest of smiles on your face. i knew you were up to something, but i couldn’t ruin it for you since you looked so… carefree.”

carefree. your chest aches all over again.

you would give anything and everything up to feel that again, to experience tip toeing your way along the quiet streets at night just to show up at… his place. oh, the things you’d sacrifice to see how his face would light up by the small candle next to his bed when you enter the room, to feel his arms encase you in the warmest of embraces ever as you listen to the things he had written throughout the day.

“i see.” you reply to yeonjun’s little confession with a small smile, before giving him a nod. “i’ll take your advice. thank you, yeonjun. truly.”

the young guard returns your small smile with one of his own as he reaches over to gently pat the top of your head, an action that makes you breathe out a soft laugh. yeonjun stands up from his seat and offers his hand to you as he bows slightly.

“shall we visit the dungeons then, your highness?”

with a lighthearted roll of your eyes, you take yeonjun’s hand, gently squeezing it as he helps you up from your seat before guiding you towards the underground dungeon. the palace hallways are quiet, as they always are during this time of night, but it’s a little too quiet for your liking. you can hear your own racing heartbeat in your ears, palms sweating with uneasiness.

for the first time in your life, you’re scared of facing hongjoong.

it almost makes you sick, thinking about how seeing him would be the highlight of your day during your youth, and yet here you are – biting on the inside of your cheek so hard to the point you might draw blood.

the echoes of your shoes along with yeonjun’s as he descend the flight of stairs leading towards the dungeons are the only sounds that keep you from drowning in your thoughts again. you chew nervously on your lower lip, thinking of how hongjoong would react when he sees you again.

will he yell at you? get upset once again and remind you that you’re nothing but a liar before telling you to get lost? will he even acknowledge your presence at all? none of the scenarios in your head are positive ones, and your anxiety only heightens when you finally arrive at the underground cells.

however, as you squint your eyes in attempt to adjust your sight within the dark space that’s only lit by dim torches, all the scenarios you were worrying about are immediately erased from your head, and a reality that makes your heart drop to your stomach slaps you right across the face.

hongjoong’s cell is wide open.

without a second thought, you run over to the prison, only to be met with an empty space.

your mind reels with panic. the only thing you can think of is juyeon.

no, you shake your head. he can’t, he wouldn’t – we haven’t even agreed on a date yet.

the image of hongjoong being dragged out of his cell under juyeon’s command to be secretly executed without your knowledge burns itself into your brain and squeezes the life out of your heart. you can’t stop yourself from rushing towards the stairs.

“yeonjun!” you call out. “yeonjun, he’s not–”

the last thing you see is yeonjun’s body sprawled on the dirty dungeon floor, seemingly unconscious with a masked figure crouching over him.

the person turns their head to your direction after you let out a surprised gasp. under the light of the torches perched on the walls, you see how the person’s eyes crinkle up, undoubtedly due to them smiling mischievously under their mask.

“well hello there, your highness.”

you’re not given a chance to scream for help before a piece of cloth is forcefully shoved into the lower half of your face, the pungent smell of chemicals overwhelming your systems.

just before you pass out, you hear a muffled voice from behind.

“sorry, your majesty. captains orders.”

your body slumps forward once you lose consciousness, and the culprit who attacked you from behind is quick to pick you up and haul you over his shoulders.

“whew, who knew i would have the chance to knock a whole queen out.”

“don’t be dumb on the job, wooyoung. you’re saying that as if you didn’t poison a whole countess last month.” the man who was previously hunched over yeonjun says with a roll of his eyes as he drags the unconscious guard over to lean against the wall instead of being sprawled on the floor.

“oh c’mon, san! they’re two totally different positions!” wooyoung whines, earning himself a hard smack over his head by the latter.

“complain once we’re back on the ship,” san scowls at the fellow young man under his mask. “captain’s waiting for us. you know he can get really grumpy if we’re not on time.”

wooyoung merely pouts at how his friend refuses to entertain him before wriggling his shoulders slightly to adjust the person he’s currently carrying.

“what do you think is so important about lil miss royal over here, anyway?” the slightly shorter of the two whispers once they’re out of the dungeons, his never ending chatterbox of a mouth making a frustrated vein pop out of san’s forehead. “i thought capt hated royals.”

san remains silent for a while as his sharp eyes scout the surroundings for any remaining guards. he spots the gleam of polished armor by the corner of his eye, and he swivels his head around to see the guard laying down on the ground, along with a few other identical ones.

“looks like seonghwa took care of them already,” san whispers to himself before gesturing over to wooyoung, who’s squinting his eyes unbelievably smaller in attempt to see whatever san saw. “let’s go.”

the duo rush across the eerily quiet palace grounds to exit through the back gate, their footsteps barely making any sound at all even as they’re close to sprinting along the empty streets towards the docks.

“to answer your question,” san breathes out as he leans his back against the cold surface of a building to search for any more guards that might be around. “i have no idea either. but captain wanted us to bring her over after we bust him out, so let’s not pry any further.”

“… wanna bet that they fucked before?”

“wooyoung, i swear on the heavens, i will wring your neck once we’re onboard –”

“look, yunho’s waving at us! we gotta hurry!” wooyoung runs pass san as fast as he can while carrying someone over his shoulders, leaving the latter open mouthed with disbelief at how unserious his friend is even after committing multiple atrocities in the span of several hours.

with a tired shake of his head, san chases after wooyoung towards the docks and up the wooden ramp, where the rest of the crew are gathered in the middle of the deck with a familiar face in the middle of it all.

“welcome back, captain!” one of them grins. “sorry we took so long, but we’re glad you’re safe. mingi was in charge for the few days you were gone and it was a nightmare.”

the captain merely waves his overly excited crew off before gesturing over to san, who immediately straightens up his posture.

“where is she?” the captain speaks, and san glances over to the side. the captain’s dark eyes follows the younger one’s gaze, and they land on wooyoung, who’s currently carrying the unconscious figure of someone who he wishes wasn’t so familiar.

“she’s here and she’s well, captain!” wooyoung mock salutes, an easy grin on his lips. “where do you want me to put her?”

hongjoong can’t help but let his eyes wander towards your face. even though you’re basically upside down from the way wooyoung is carrying you without much concern, your hair an absolute mess and swaying around your face, he thinks you look nice.

“uh,” he clears his throat, ignoring the way wooyoung raises his eyebrow. “give her to me. i’ll chain her somewhere so she doesn’t run off once she wakes up. tell yunho to set sail to our next destination.”

wooyoung bends over slightly to allow his captain to carry you instead. he rolls his shoulders with a small groan once the weight is removed before walking over to san and standing next to the slightly taller male.

“d’you see that?” wooyoung mutters to his friend, eyes fixed on hongjoong’s figure before he disappears into the crew’s sleeping quarters. “capt was basically giving her heart eyes, i’ve never seen him look so soft. i’m gonna win that bet.”

within the space of the crew’s quarters, hongjoong raises an eyebrow at the sudden sound of wooyoung screeching like a prehistoric creature. he brushes it off with a shake of his head, placing your unconscious figure on one of the hammocks that sways around with the movement of the ship. he grabs a pair of handcuffs, the same ones that were used to chain him during his near execution, and shackles one of your wrists on the pillar above your head.

once the cuffs click securely, hongjoong steps back from you.

the gently moonlight that seeps from the cracks of the main deck above the crew’s quarters illuminate the features of your sleeping (well, unconscious) face, and hongjoong is hit with a sick sense of déjà vu.

the image of you sleeping next to him on his small bed, nuzzled comfortably in his sheets while he simply stared at you. you had fallen asleep while listening to him recite one of his many poems, disrupting his words with a soft snore, but he doesn’t mind. he would never mind, especially when you looked so peaceful and at ease beside him.

back then during that moment, hongjoong remembers, he thought you were the most beautiful person ever. the curve of your nose, the lush plump of your lips and the softness of your cheeks that he couldn’t get enough of – in his eyes, you were nothing short of perfect.

as much as he hates himself for it, hongjoong still thinks the same of you right now.

he reaches over to brush your hair away from your face, gently tucking the loose strands behind your ears. there’s an ache in his chest, a familiar feeling to when he was all alone in his dirty prison cell, right after you had told him he’s not the hongjoong you loved.

it hurts, but he knows you’re right. he isn’t the hongjoong you used to know, and it sucks, because you are still the girl he used to know.

with a caress so soft that it’s barely there, his touch ghosting above the warm skin of your cheek, hongjoong mutters an apology to you that he offers from the bottom of his ruined heart. a heart that, he thinks, will always beat for you, even when it’s in tatters and bleeding endlessly.

without a second glance, he walks away.

next.

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Wonder full (3)

Eventually Harry managed to wear Malfoy down—to convince him, that is, to move in. He didn’t bring a lot of things from the crappy flat: just the chest of drawers, a bunch of scratchy old records, and a pile of books. Mr. Picket tried to convince him to take more, any of the furniture, the photos on the walls, even the new sofa he's bought, all to Malfoy’s staunch refusal. “Don’t want to rely,” he started, then stopped, mouth twisting like he said something stupid. Grabbed the bin bag of his clothes and an empty tube of toothpaste and raced down to the rented van. Was silent the whole drive, buzzing at Harry’s shoulder without ever moving. But he relaxed by the time they got to the house, smiled when he saw Teddy’s drawings on the fridge door. Settled in unnervingly quick. And then they were housemates.

Oh, god, they were housemates.

This sudden existence taking space where Harry was usually quiet, usually by himself. It made everything feel more real, somehow. Less blurry. And moving in with Harry helped Malfoy too, Harry thought, released this tight line of his shoulders, rounded the sharpness of his frown. His laughter was still wild, still unhinged, and Harry liked that he could hear it more and more, and more, and more.

Work was still work. But Harry was constantly doodling on his notes, flowers and birds and trees, half-formed, disproportionate faces, big eyes with heavy eyelashes. Malfoy did the interviews with Ron a couple of times a week, and they all went to the pub together sometimes, with Ginny and Luna and Nev and the others. It was weirdly, weirdly, nice.

Malfoy was an interesting addition to the house. He worked awful hours, sometimes disappeared for days on end. He always left cups of half-drank tea everywhere, as if expecting to come back for them at some point. He insisted on buying and using a fabric softener that smelled, of all things, distinctly blue. He broke the coffee maker and always left the lights on in the hall, he chucked all of Harry’s cereal and got them Weetabix, was obsessed with fruit, mostly apples, sometimes oranges. He brought men to the house, gorgeous men who wanted to make him breakfast, who never somehow stayed. And he cleaned in the middle of the night, and monopolised the telly, and played his music far too loud and obnoxious, and Harry liked it so much he felt sick.

Most magnificent added bonus to the new living situation: Malfoy met Teddy. Or rather Teddy met Malfoy. Quiet, smiley Ted who never spoke much around Harry, who couldn’t shut up around him. As if something in Malfoy’s restless energy struck a chord, lit up something previously unknown inside him. Malfoy was baffled, spent a lot of time flushed, checking himself in the mirror, as if expecting to see someone else. Never did. And he made sure not to stay with Teddy on his own, only with Harry in the room, like he too required adult supervision.

Autumn came as it usually did, too tight and all of a sudden. September was uneventful, but then it turned October, and Harry felt every heckle in his body rise. It didn’t help that Malfoy was so loud, that there was no escaping him. It didn’t help that he followed Harry around the house like a duckling, always asking his questions and talking about nothing at all, about everything. It didn’t help that Harry sort of wanted him there, and dreaded it.

Things were getting quite tense by the end of the month. A week before Halloween Harry came back to the whole living room covered in fabric, and Malfoy in—

“The hell is this?” Harry managed weakly. Malfoy turned around, wearing a frown and nothing but tatters of linen, wrapped distressingly loose around his torso, gallons of body glitter on his exposed skin. It looked like someone who’s never seen a mummy before had a weird sex dream. It looked comical. Also very much not.

“I got a new gig. We sell perfume, I think. Down in the shopping centre beside the game shop, the one with the troll.”

Harry grunted in recognition. “And they want you dressed like that?”

“They have this promotion, bugger if I know. The pay’s terrific.” To Harry’s scowl, not letting up: “Do you—disapprove?”

“It’s,” Harry choked, and couldn’t make himself say a word more. Everything in his head was tight and, he suspected, entirely too petty to say out loud. He wasn’t a child, and this wasn’t—shouldn’t be a problem. Malfoy could have whatever job he wanted, prance around in the most revealing non-clothes, Harry didn't care. But—

“It’s Halloween,” he admitted through his teeth. “I don’t, don’t really like it.”

“Oh? Do elaborate.”

“Just don’t. Never did. I’d, erm, usually go to Sirius’s, or Ron and Hermione’s, and it was never… I mean.”

“I remember you were never around for the parties back at school. Possibly had this intention of shocking some reaction out of you, younger years. Wore some truly inspiring outfits. But that’s not really an answer, is it? What exactly is the issue I’m obviously missing here?”

“Who said there had to be an issue?”

“Your face did. Quit pouting.”

Harry didn’t pout, because he was an adult, who didn’t pout. “It’s just my face. Was born with it and everything.”

“To the general dismay of all, yes, we know. Now tell me what’s wrong or I’ll be late for my shift, and you will have to explain it to my acne-riddled, angsty teenaged boss.”

“Your boss is a teenager?” Harry frowned, and Malfoy rolled his eyes with a groan so loud it was almost funny.

“Of course he is. Are you trying to stall? Just tell me. I’m not a fucking wizard, I won’t know if you don’t—”

“My parents,” Harry said in this tiny voice he didn't even recognise. “It’s when they, er. It was the thirty-first, so, I don’t really celebrate or anything.”

Oh, god. Stupid, that was such a stupid thing to say. Harry regretted it, regretted saying anything at all in his life. Wouldn’t it be better if he'd been born mute, if he learned to keep his mouth shut and was just bloody quiet for one miserable time—

“I,” Malfoy said, and swallowed. Quiet, and also loud, in that weird, hectic way.

“Don’t,” pathetically, idiotically. “It’s fine.”

Malfoy's frown deepened. “I,” he said again, and stopped. Then: “Should have known that, actually.”

Harry rubbed his eyes till they sparked. “How would you? Not like I went and made a big deal of it. It’s not. A big deal, I mean.”

“Harry,” in this awful, low tone, possibly Malfoy's attempt at gentle. “I’m so—” hardening, hardening. “I can quit. I will. This is so silly and I never would have, ah, I'm being an absolute tosser about it anyway. No, quite right.”

The way he was standing, tall and firm and buzzing, roaring with it. “Just,” desperately, “stop, okay? I won’t even be here most of the week. Going to stay with Ron, Hermione’s out on this field research gig and—honestly, it’s fine. You don’t need to—I’m not a child.”

Malfoy made a rather horse-y sound. “That's not—” stopped once again. “All right. Fine. I’ll still quit, though. Teenage bosses in general I have no issues with, but Jeremiah is a bit too much for my tastes. He won’t even let me wear the nose ring. It’s basically like being in a cult.” Then snorted, a horrible, echoing sound. “Not that I’d know anything about that, would I.”

“Malfoy,” Harry tried.

“Truly, what am I even on about. News flash, Draco, this isn’t about you. You have… we can talk about it, if you’d like, about your parents. About all of it. I could listen.”

“No,” with this crackly, panicked laughter, “no, that’s fine. I’ll be away Thursday, so, really. I’ll see you again after—in November. Don’t quit, okay? Not for me. It doesn’t matter.”

Malfoy’s pretty nose scrunched. “What an utterly ridiculous thing to say.” Shook himself, a bit less stiff and a bit more himself. “That job wasn’t for me, anyway. I’ve already texted in my resignation.”

“What?” grinned, helpless. “When did you even have the time?”

“I’m a very prudent texter, Harry. You should know that about me. It’s what I always say when people ask: Draco Malfoy, twenty-six, prudent texter.”

This thing in his chest, the block of maybe-ice shifted, started to, not melt but, become more bearable. “You should add, arse.”

“Of course, it’s next on the list. Draco Malfoy, twenty-six, prudent texter, absolute arsehole. Unemployed but in a sexy way. Proficient in French, Latin, Hebrew, Russian and Greek, tragically underdeveloped interpersonal skills.”

"Git." Against the wall, against his better judgement: “And me? What should I tell people, if they ask?”

“Oh, that’s an easy one. Harry Potter, twenty-six, workaholic. Graceful evader. Not graceful anything else. Gifted artist but only in secret, horrible taste in tv series, best godfather, arms of a Greek god. A wanker of stellar proportions. Too big a heart.”

God, god, help him, save him from all this Malfoy all the time. The corners of his mouth ached. “I’m—hey, I’m sorry about being weird before. It’s just, the… maybe I’m just hungry or something.”

Malfoy perked up. “I made lentil soup. Heat some up for you? It’s not half bad.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” His stomach grumbled with it, or with something else. “Are you really not going to work? That’s a lot of wasted body glitter.”

Even his shrug was elegant. Was weird. “Perhaps not entirely a waste. There’s the whole night ahead of us, you know.” But he mostly just sat in front of Harry in the kitchen and made bad jokes about cutlery and shed glitter all over the chairs, the floor. It was possibly one of the best nights Harry’s had in a while. It was awful.

From Wonder Full's act 1, posted in full on AO3.

#drarry fic #'tis October...#snip from a wip. technically #although all of act 1 is posted #oh no they were housemates #references to canon trauma

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