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beanswritingcorner · 2 months

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The Queen’s Stupid (Lovely) Alpha

Purring was the first thing Emma heard when she was waking up.

Emma and Regina having a family day with Henry, and overall just cuteness.

Love them, So I made a story for them.

SwanQueen/Alpha Emma/Omega Regina

Purring was the first thing Emma heard when she was waking up. The source was coming from her mate. The sound was beautiful and comforting and was music to the alpha’s ears. Her Queen only purred when she was content, felt loved, and was safe. So, Emma was always happy when her mate released that sound. It means she was doing something right to make her mate feel blissful.

Emma checked the time and it was a bit later than they would wake up but it was their day off so who cared? The alpha snuggled back into her mate and let out her own purr.

"This is the life," Emma thought.

A bit later, Emma woke up again but now Regina was awake and staring at her.

Emma smiled goofily, “Good morning, baby.”

Regina indicated she heard the blonde and climbed up on her lap, “Good morning, darling,” she finished with a kiss on her mate's lips.

Emma nuzzled her nose against Regina’s, “Did you sleep well, my Queen?”

The omega nodded yes, “I did, and how about you, Emma?”

“You know I always sleep well next to you, baby,” they both smiled at that and went for another kiss.

After a bit (a lot) of making out, they both decided it was time to get up since they were both sure Henry was hungry and so were they, honestly.

They both got dressed with a few distractions along the way and headed downstairs towards the kitchen.

To their surprise, Henry was already awake, “Morning, Moms!”

“Morning, my prince,” “Morning, Kid,” both mothers said as they hugged their pup.

Henry snuggled against both of them, “What’s for breakfast?”

Emma laughed and Regina chuckled, “You are your mother's son, that's for sure.”

Her alpha and son nodded in unison, and Regina rolled her eyes lovingly, “Well, darlings, I believe a late breakfast or brunch is needed, so what shall we do?”

Both mother and son thought hard but came to the same conclusion, “Granny’s!”

The Queen should have known that would be their answer. The little family prepared to head to their favorite (only) diner. Henry went to his room to change out of his pajamas and his mothers did the same.

Emma was already done and was waiting for her mate, “How did I get so lucky?” the alpha asked while holding Regina from behind.

The omega hummed while enjoying the embrace of her alpha, “Maybe it was your charming genes?” she teased.

Emma grumbled, “Yeah right,” the alpha muffled into the omega's neck as she tightened her arms around her even more.

Regina turned to face Emma, “We are both lucky, darling. We have our little family, and that's everything.”

The alpha smiled, “I couldn't agree more,” they kissed once more, and then Regina finished getting dressed.

Their pup was patiently (impatiently) waiting for them downstairs, “You guys took forever! Can we go to Granny’s now?”

Emma ruffled his hair, “Sure, kid, let's go!”

The little family huddled out of their home and headed toward the diner. When they reached their destination, the alpha and son duo raced to the front door, “I win! Take that, Ma,” the pup bragged.

Emma huffed, “I let you win, kid (she did, but he doesn’t need to know that),” she said as she was holding the door open for her mate.

They took their usual booth, and a certain wolf was already on their trail, “Hey, guys!” Ruby exclaimed as she was walking toward their table, “Late start to the day,” she finished with a smirk and wink.

Emma stayed silent like a good mate while Regina got at the wolf, “Honestly, Ms. Lucas, do get your mind out of the gutter,” the Queen dragged her words and her eyes glinted, “And don’t even get me started about you, and Belle. A little birdie told me you two had a late start this morning,” she teased.

Ruby blushed, “Who was it?!”

Regina smiled, “A Queen never reveals her secrets (It was Kathryn),” she finished with a finger over her mouth.

The wolf huffed and was about to take a stab at her again until Granny yelled at her, “Ruby! Get your ass back to work!”

Ruby sighed, “Yes, Granny.” The little family laughed, and so did the wolf.

After she took their orders, they all promised to catch up later since Ruby had to work (sadly). While they were waiting for their food, Regina asked Henry what he wanted to do next, “What do you want to do after breakfast, little prince?”

The pup scratched his head the same way as Emma does when she’s thinking, “Maybe we can go to the park and play around for a bit and then have a nice picnic?”

Both parents smiled, and Emma replied, “That’s a great idea, kid!”

“Of course, it is, I thought of it,” he smirked (he knew what he was doing).

Emma rolled her eyes, “Alright, smart-ass,” Henry stuck out his tongue, and then, in turn, Emma stuck out hers as well.

“Alright, children, settle down,” the omega scolded, “And that sounds lovely, Henry. We’ll get some picnic supplies here, and I’ll poof the rest of the items we’ll need.”

The alpha and pup beamed, and Emma added, “Sounds great, baby!”

While they were all finalizing their plans, the food came, and they all dug straight in. Regina ordered some light food for their picnic, and when they were all done, they bid Granny’s goodbye and set off to the park.

They enjoyed jamming to some tunes on the way and had some good ole car karaoke. When they arrived, they set forth to the park. Emma and Henry were set on playing some frisbee while Regina watched because she didn’t want to get dirty, and she’s not the sports type. She’d rather ride horses; that’s just the Queen she is.

The little family walked around the park and enjoyed each other's company, “I’m glad we did this. I always love when we can all spend time together as a family,” Emma said. The alpha never got to experience this before she came to Storybrooke, and she soaks up every chance she can get with her mate and son. Regina and Henry know this to some extent, “I’m glad too, Ma. It’s always fun.”

That made the alpha smile, “I love you, Henry,” the alpha always made sure to tell the people she loved that she loved them. Especially her son.

“I love you too, Ma,” the pup replied and hugged her. Regina looked at them with so much love. If you asked her a long time ago if she thought her life would end up like this, she would’ve told you that you were crazy. Now though, she loves it.

The sheriff and son look at her and hold their arms out so she can join their hug, “I love you too, Mom/Gina,” they both say. When she was holding both of them, she gave them her greatest smile, “And I love you both so very much, my darlings.”

After their little family hug, they finished walking around, and Emma and Henry went to play frisbee. Regina finds a good spot to sit and she poofs their picnic supplies, so it's waiting for them when they want it.

The game went on for a bit since Emma and Henry were having a good time and, of course, having a friendly competition like they always do.

However, when they were getting a bit peckish finishing their game, a certain Arrow boy was near. Robin Hood was walking in the park for some quiet when he saw the little family. When he saw that Regina was by herself, he took a chance (He was her soulmate after all. What was she doing with Swan anyway?).

He sauntered his way toward her, and by the time Regina noticed him, it was too late, “Hello, Regina, how are you?” He asked hopefully.

Regina looked at him with annoyance, “Hello, Robin. What are you doing here?” She doesn’t want to answer any questions he asks because why the hell would she? He’s done nothing more than be a total douchebag toward her because he believes they’re soulmates. He thinks she owes him something, and that something is dating him (ew no).

He gets closer to her, “Well, it's a lovely day, and I think to make it even better you should go on a date with me,” he leans toward her ears, “We belong together after all.”

Her face is full of disgust, “No, we do not belong together, and I will certainly not go on a date with you,” she points toward Emma, “I have a mate and am happily taken.”

He huffs, “Swan’s not your mate, Regina, I’ve told you this. I am. I can be so much better,” he grabs her forcefully, “Just give me a chance.”

She tries to get out of his hold but can’t. She’s about to use magic, but a certain blonde alpha beats her to it. Emma grabs Robin by the collar of his shirt and forces him off Regina. She held him up slightly, “What the hell do you think you're doing, Hood,” she yelled at his face.

“Ju-st talki-ng to my-soulm-ate,” he struggled to speak.

Emma growled, “She isn’t your soulmate. I don’t know how many times she’s had to tell you, and you still don’t get it.” The blonde alpha’s pissed, Regina’s made it clear since the beginning to Robin that she has no interest in him, and he still pesters her. He thinks Regina belongs to him; the weaker alpha believes this ‘soulmate’ status that Tinkerbell said is like a sacred text that must be followed.

Robin starts spewing awful things about all the things he and Regina could be doing if she wasn’t in the way.

Emma didn’t like that, so she socked him and went all alpha on him. She let out the strongest pheromones that almost made Robin piss his pants and threatened him, “If you ever come near Regina and my family again and say all that bullshit, I’ll make you wish you stayed in the Enchanted Forest.”

She dropped him, and he fell on his ass. He raced to get up and head back toward his merry men. When he was gone, Regina rushed toward her and calmed her down by releasing her pheromones and holding her.

“You stupid alpha, I could’ve handled that,” she hugs Emma harder.

Emma calms and gets herself back to normal; she doesn’t want to affect Regina and Henry, “I know you could’ve handled it, but that douche finally needed to get his ass kicked. If you kicked his ass, he would’ve just thought you were playing hard to get.”

Regina nuzzles her head under the blonde’s chin, “Don’t do that again, I’ll let you off the hook this time.” She pecks Emma’s cheek, “If he does that again, I’ll be the one to kick his ass, got it?”

Emma nods, “Yes, my Queen.”

They lean into one another and kiss. They would love to continue kissing, but they have a pup, “Ew! Don’t do that in front of me; that’s not something a son should see his parents doing,” he gripes (lovingly).

The parents both laugh and usher Henry toward them, “Are you okay, Mom?” he asks Regina.

“I’m fine, my prince, thank you for waiting by the picnic as I asked you,” the Queen caresses his head.

“No problem,” he said as he leaned into his mother, “Robin was mean to Mom, right, Ma?”

Emma nodded, “Then next time I’ll deal with him,” the pup stated.

The alpha laughed, “Regina called dibs.”

“That’s okay, Mom can fireball him!” Emma and Henry both laugh and Regina rolls her eyes, “Alright, let's continue our picnic (a stupid man isn’t going to ruin this family day).”

They head toward their picnic and have a good time despite what happened. By the end of it, they’re all cuddling on their picnic blanket and Emma and Regina are both purring. That made Henry content and feel safe, so he nodded off.

They both look at their son with love, “This day was great, wasn’t it, baby (besides Arrow Boy)?”

Regina nods in agreement, “It was lovely, darling,” they lean in to kiss, and once their lips reach, they both are content.

The alpha and omega love each other. They’re mates and are mothers to an adorable son. They’ll get through anything together.

Regina’s stupid (lovely) alpha will always be there, and Emma’s enchanting omega will always be there for her.

They’re a team after all.

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showmethesneer · 1 year

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I love how you would think Swan Queen is a grumpy one x sunshine one pairing, but Emma is also the grumpy one 🤣🤣🤣

#swan queen #emma swan #regina mills #the evil queen #grumpy one and sunshine one #otp #ship dynamics #ouat #once upon a time

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swanqueenelmaxshadowhunters · 2 months

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I can't wait to write the part when Emma is back in Storybrooke and has to face Regina and Mal while trying not to think about all the intimate activities (as Regina would say) they engaged while she was trapped in the past and Lilith being the first to notice Emma's weird behavior when it comes to her mom.

but more than that, I can't wait to write the part of when they all regain their memories and Mal will relentlessly tease Regina about everything that happened at every chance she has lmao

#swanqueen #dragonswanqueen #emma swan #regina mills #maleficent #my story #powerless #it is chaos #mal loves to be chaotic and call regina out on her bullshit #i don't really ship dragonqueen but I love their dynamic and yes #i know they were lovers back in the enchanted forest and they also revived the old times when gold brough mal back to life in s4 #plus mal is one of my favorite characters #also is kinda hot to imagine the three of them #anyways #once upon a time #fanfic writing #dragon queen #past dragon queen #dragon queen friendship

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swanqueensalad · 2 years

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oh my god PLEEEASE talk about emma getting dark one memories of regina’s life

for you and @counselormills i believe who requested this, here we go...

besties... i have so many thoughts and feelings

(tw for marital rape & child abuse)

i know it's never really clarified in ouat's canon, but nothing's clarified in ouat's canon and nothing's consistent either so i'm just running with my little ideas in the same unbothered way the writers were (except you know, i'm doing it well)

so the concept that when you become the dark one, you sort of link minds with the past dark ones, gain their memories and knowledge and experience... wow that's super rich and complex and has so much potential for great storytelling i wonder why the writers DIDN'T EVER FOLLOW UP ON IT

(bc they're dumb)

in my headcanon these shared memories/knowledge is murky and inconsistent bc i think that's cool, but also it makes sense that the minds of the other dark ones were all unreliable narrators - their memories are underlined by their own feelings, wants, perceptions and fears

so when emma becomes the dark one she is hit with this dizzying lineage of memories and experiences she knows aren't hers, but at first she can barely sort them by which dark one they belong to, they are out of order and foggy and distorted, and it just feels like she's going crazy, like a headache, having to adapt to all of this...

so for a while she just doesn't. she does what emma swan does best: repress. she shoves it all down and powers throughs. after all, she has things to do.

but gradually repetitive images come back, threads of narratives of other people's lives, and she can't quite ignore them

and then, quite suddenly, a face she recognises - but not quite - and emma stops whatever she's doing abruptly, head aching because that's regina. that's her regina! but - she looks so young, barely more than a kid, and her hair is so long and she's in a castle and she's crying, she's scared, and emma wants to call out to her and help her because she hates seeing regina cry but - it's only a memory, and it's not even hers

she pushes it aside but it's freaked her out and intruiged her and suddenly, lying awake one night in camelot, emma realises she has more than just rumple's voice in her head now. she remembers vague words and brushed off questions, remembers that he has known regina mills for a very, very long time

the image comes back and emma, intrigued, can't help but keep chasing it

she sees a baby-faced regina curtseying clumsily, beautiful as she is now but with wide innocent eyes, and it almost makes her smile before it breaks her heart. 'i don't want to hurt anyone' regina protests in a tiny voice, and emma wants to run into the memory and push rumple away from her and keep her safe. but she can't.

so she just drifts deeper into memory, gradually becoming more and more angry at the cold tint that covers them all, at how rumple sees her as weak and pathetic and perfect for all he needs. she sees how alone regina is, leaning into his touch even as she shakes with fear, and emma's heart is breaking.

she doesn't know if she can handle all of this. she doesn't know if she wants more of these memories to come but she can't stop them. now she's started the whole road of memory stretches out in front of her and she cannot shut her eyes to it: that only makes them sharper

emma begins to understand rumple watched her for a long time. he knew when she'd been crying over daniel's body (emma swallows down her sickness at the feeling of rumple's glee, his satisfaction, that this is how broken he needs her). he knew when the king had called for her and left her fighting back tears and scrubbing her skin raw. (emma digs her nails into her palms til they bleed as she tries to reject his cold, cold appraisals, that this is the anger he needs from her).

he comes to her so perfectly, sometimes sweet and almost fatherly, sometimes cruel and pushing too hard, and emma watches her struggle with magic in a way she never would have believed knowing how skilled she is now

slowly, emma begins to understand some of these memories are out of order. because later, much later, she gets an image of a baby in her - his - arms, tiny eyes closed, a cold-eyed woman watching from the corner. she feels rumple's heart beat with hope. he has had this plan all this time, long before she was born, long before this woman broke his heart. it breaks emma's again now.

(and again, when she realises he watched her once or twice as a child too. emma gets only glimpses but what she gets makes her blood cold and fists clench - the same woman, more of the cora she recognises, striking a tiny dark-haired girl for some imagined crime, withholding and giving affection as carefully as rumple imitates later)

emma watches her, through rumple's cold calculating gaze. watches her try to run away and be trapped by her mothers confining spells. watches her try to throw herself off a balcony and be 'saved' by an interfering fairy. watches her tuck knives into her sleeves and then sit on her horrible bed breathing and do nothing with them. watches her cry into her pillow every night. watches her be left alone again and again, locked away, ignored, whispered about, raped and hurt and manipulated and used and she begins to understand everything with searing clarity, begins to regret every assumption and bad word and carelessly thrown out joke she ever made.

(and she feels rumple watch it all with mounting smugness and satisfaction and emma has never wanted to hunt him down and break his face more)

emma watches regina with wonder and fear and bated breath because she knows this only gets worse and worse. yet still, she finds fondness and awe and yes, love - she knows it's love now, has known since the darkness tried to take her and emma knew in a second she would lay down her own soul a thousand times over and never regret it - because this young regina is everything she glimpses once in a while. a sweet, kind soul who despite everything does not want to do harm. the kind of girl who falls asleep in the stables to nurse an injured horse, who brushes snow white's hair with gentle compliments and funny stories even as she fights back tears and intrusive thoughts and her knuckles turn white on the brush. the kind of girl who tries, tries, tries.

and emma sees, slowly, in starts and flashes over months and years, this light dim in her. she sees the pain and anger and fear take over, watches rumple and the king and the ghost of her mother and every other adult in her life who should have protected her stamp out the hope and scare away the gentleness.

she watches regina's power grow, day after day the ease with which fireballs flicker to her small palms, and emma feels rumple's pride mirrored in herself. she still doesn't support all the killing and murder, but she gets it now, she wonders if in the same shoes she would have done the same, wonders if there could be any other option.

(she feels, underneath it all, that rumple has always loved her in his own selfish way, this girl who should have been his daughter, this girl who he needs for his redemption and his revenge. emma wishes someone had loved her selflessly, in the way she deserved. someone does now, she reflects, but nothing can ever come of it, so she pushes it aside with the other memories)

emma watches rumple toy with regina even when she takes power, when she thinks she has it all. emma feels a shocking joy and satisfaction when regina kills the king - her own grandfather, she realises with sickness in her gut - and feels guilty that she ever felt sympathy for sidney. she begins to understand even as the evil queen regina was nothing more than a puppet on so many strings.

(she sees rumple grab her throat and threaten her and remembers their 'please' deal, and understands this was the case even in storybrooke, even when regina herself barely knew it)

and with all of this happening in her head, emma has to get about and go about her day and interact with her regina normally, when all she wants to do is squeeze her tight and tell her she understands now and she's sorry, sorry for everything. she has to force tight smiles at belle and pretend she isn't thinking of killing her husband every second of the day, in the back of her mind.

emma wants to reach out to regina more than ever but with everything else, she ends up pushing her further away. forcing neutral looks and casual smiles. avoiding her mother's eye when she mentions her wonderful father.

(and then regina has to look through a dreamcatcher to give emma a tear, and when emma sees the image whirling inside the strings she can't help the breath that escapes her because this girl, this eighteen year old regina screaming as her mother murders daniel before her eyes, is as familiar to her as the one sat across from her. and once again she just curls up her fists and murmurs how sorry she is.)

i like to think someday emma lets regina know she knows all of this, because regina's privacy and autonomy has rarely been respected, and now emma knows that better than anyone she doesn't want to contribute to that.

she just gently mentions one day, cuddled on the couch early on into their relationship, that she knows. when i was the dark one, i, we... our memories all kind of entwined. and regina stares back with wide eyes and processes, not sure she likes it, but emma kisses her hand and tells her it's okay and they never have to talk about it if she doesn't want to, and regina cuddles closer and is quiet for a long time

but she processes. she trusts emma to carry this knowledge, this intimate understanding of her more than anyone else. and gradually... it allows regina to talk about things with her that she can't, that she's never been able to before. to discuss triggers in a way that feels safe. to refer to her horrors and tragedies without going into graphic detail.

it's still strange for emma to have these memories. they dim after the darkness leaves her, and many of the ancient incoherant ones leave all together like a forgotten dream, but the ones that feature regina touched emma deeply, affected her in a way she doesn't think she'll ever forget.

but it's okay, because emma makes new memories of regina every day. much, much happier ones.

#longpost #swan queen meta #swan queen headcanons #swan queen fic #lmao this is basically fanfiction in bulletpoints #but i have so many thoughts about them #rumple and regina's dynamic is so endlessly fascinatingto me #we die like men #unbeta'd and kicking #i guess i just dont reread these anymore lmao #regina mills #emma swan #swan queen #emma swan meta #emma swan headcanons #regina mills headcanons #tw rape #tw abuse

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hatchetation · 2 years

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Tagged by @this-url-was-not-yet-taken hehe

three ships rn: Kacy, Calliette, SwanQueen

first ever ship: Calzona

latest song: Kill ‘Em with Kindness by Selena Gomez

latest film: Fire Island (sooooo good 10/10 recommend)

currently reading: The Cat Who Blew the Whistle (i love cozy mysteries and this series is cozy on crack)

currently watching: Girls5Eva

currently craving: ncis hawaii szn 2; also lay’s magic masala chips + lychee juice combo

Tagging: @wahad-itnayn-tisah; @sozialenigma1; @littlesolo; @sassy-lesbian; @100hearteyes; @theoppositeofhero

and anyone who wants to do it!

#this was fun!!!#swan queen is so funny cuz i literally didn't even watch all of season one of ouat #but that fandom has such great writers and i just love emma and regina's dynamic

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aerithisms · 1 year

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just went and checked how many steve/eddie fics there are 'cause of those posts about how inexplicably popular it is compared to rhaenicent and there are THIRTEEN THOUSAND??? obviously it's infuriating that this is so many orders of magnitude more than rhaenicent (which is around 600 atm) but it's also over three times as many as nancy and robin, from the same show, who had way more of a relationship arc going on. fandoms hate women so much it's unreal

#blahs #i truly truly never want to hear the 'well i'd invest in f/f dynamics if they were well written' bullshit excuse ever again #if you just want to see two dudes kiss then be honest about it. god #anyway i need all those people who made clexa/swan queen/supercorp big to get into hotd #we need to boost these ao3 stats we need to get top shelf authors working on this

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trickbehindthemask · 2 years

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❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜ (from emma to regina)

One sentence. Six words. One emotion.

Regina has half a mind to walk away. It was certainly the right thing to do. Cool down, breathe, assess the issue and come back to it with a clear head. That's the logical thing to do but Regina had a tendency of throwing logic out the window and this was one of these moments. Still, as jealous as Emma bluntly put it, the brunette will /always/ find a way to keep her composure. "You flatter yourself too much /Miss Swan/." And if she puts a little bit more emphasis in her name, she didn't notice. At this point it was second nature.

As she stopped her pacing around the office, Regina turned on her heels, dark eyes falling on the blonde. There it is, that stupid feeling. The quickening of her pulse, the mouth dryness, her hands wanting to reach and touch and Regina mentally chastises herself, her body betraying her mind? A constant struggle. Arms come to cross over her chest, needing something, anything, to do so she doesn't feel tempted to reach for the savior.

Their relationship was fairly new. Finding a stable ground, working through the intricacies of what they are to one another hasn't really been untangled. So sometimes she falls short, sometimes the right course of action still is amiss to the former evil queen. Even so, she wants to try, even when most of the time she gets it wrong. "But, and it is a big but, if I were to be..." She trails for a moment, disgusted by the word that was about to leave her mouth, "...jealous. What of it?"

#( Mayor Regina Mills / answers. )#( Dynamic / Swan Queen. )#lcveisweakness #I'm sorry if this sucks I haven't written Regina in so long i'm rusty. Blame it on my baby boi Elliot Stabler who's the only character #I've written all this time away.

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dinneratgrannys · 26 days

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ONCE UPON A TIME 6.08, I'll Be Your Mirror

#ouatedit #onceuponatimeedit #swanqueenedit #ouat #once upon a time #s6 #6x08 i'll be your mirror #swan queen #emma swan #regina mills #dynamic: swan queen #event: rewatch 22

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tokyokookmin · 1 year

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MY FAVOURITE JIKOOK STAGES

Jikook - power duo/aces of the group / main dancers/axis of the group. Yes, I'm talking about Jikook. The power couple. The duo rocks the stage with their charismatic personality and appearance. Amazing visuals. Sexy body. Powerful moves. Amazing vocals.

I thought of doing this post since we don't really get to talk about their dynamics on stage often. So, here's a post featuring my favourite JIKOOK stages as a unit in live concerts, off-stage dances, MV's and events. Also, keep in mind that I'm not ranking the stages. Whichever moment crops up in my mind first secures the top spot ya :)

Let's get it

BEST OF ME

The most epic part of their choreography. Jikook as a unit with their power moves.

LOTTE FAMILY CONCERT

2. BTS 5TH MUSTER

3. BTS 4TH MUSTER

HONORABLE MENTION

4. 2021 NEW YEAR'S EVE LIVE

5. BEST OF ME BTS COMEBACK SHOW

6. BTS BEST OF ME DANCE PRACTICE #2022FESTA

RUN BTS

BTS YET TO COME BUSAN RUN BTS

FIRST OF ALL. THE SONG. IT'S LITERALLY SUCH A HYPE SONG. SECOND. This is my latest FAV JIKOOK MOMENT ON STAGE - CHOREOGRAPHY WISE. It's a shame we only got one moment. But hey, it's good enough!

DYNAMITE

Let's never forget our QUEEN, DYNAMITE. The best pop song in 2020. BTS's ENGLISH SONG DEBUT. 2020 BTS was delightful!

BTS DYNAMITE DANCE PRACTICE (CUTIE AND LOVELY VER)

2. BTS TIME MAGAZINE DYNAMITE PERFORMANCE 2020

3. BTS SBS GAYO DAEJUN 2020 DYNAMITE PERFORMANCE

HONORABLE MENTIONS

BTS DYNAMITE 2020 GRAMMY AWARDS

BTS DYNAMITE 2020 AGT

BTS DYNAMITE LATE LATE SHOW W JAMES CORDEN 2020

THE TONIGHT SHOW W JIMMY FALLON DYNAMITE BTS 2020

BOY WITH LOVE

Cutesy, Subtle moments.

1. MMA 2019 BWL BTS

2. BWL IHEART MUSIC

3. BTS 5TH MUSTER

COMING OF AGE CEREMONY

1. FESTA 2016 BTS

We only had one performance but it was amazing. Jikooks power moves are splendid. I absolutely adore their efforts to produce a fantastic dance cover for the FESTA 2016 event.

BLACK OR WHITE

BTS PROM PARTY

Again. We only had this performance once though it indeed captured our hearts. An iconic song.

BLACK SWAN

I saved the best for the last. Yes, Black Swan. That one performance went viral in 2020. It amazed everyone. They were the cover of the news and the talk of the town for multiple days. Their immaculate and gracious dance moved all of us, didn't it?

BLACK SWAN MMA 2020

It was beautiful. Mesmerizing. Gracious.

I wanted to put this here as well

It's a wrap. I hope to continue this post soon!

All usage of Twitter links, Article links and Youtube links are provided. You can find them on my Twitter page if needed. I retweet all the tweets I use for my posts as a reference.

I said I'll be more active. Sometimes I just need to put this blog aside to tend more to my personal life.

xx, tokyokookmin.

#jikook #kookmin #jkjm #jk #jm #bts park jimin #bts jeon jungkook #jkkrs #jungkook #jimin #jimin jungkook #i need to sort my feelings out #personal note to myself #why that song #after years?

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thelastevilregal · 8 months

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I don't think about it too often because I'm usually busy thinking about the lost potential of Swan Queen but holy shit the lost potential that is Outlaw Queen gets to me too.

Like here you have this folk hero who is basically the symbol of class struggle and selfless bravery, and we never get to see any of that? When we first meet Robin Hood, his goal is a selfish (albeit understandable) one. He wants to save his wife and unborn child.

We don't actually get to see him do the take from the rich, give to the poor thing he's so infamous for until seaaon 4. And even then, his main focus is once again on Marian. He's not helping her for purely selfless reasons; he wants a relationship with her.

Now imagine if we'd gotten the hero version of Robin Hood, the guy who hates mindless cruelty and stands against inequality. He really does steal from the rich to give to the poor. He turned his back on his own title and nobility to go live in the woods with a group of people who have nothing but the clothes on their back and a better vision for the world. He's the thorn in the side of every royal in the realm. Maybe he was even personal friends with Snow White at one point (seriously they have very similar backgrounds and a strong connection to Regina, why do they never interact?).

And then he meets Regina and she comes from basically the exact inverse of his own situation. Her mother had nothing but with cunning wit and determination she managed to claw herself into a position of nobility. She hurt and stepped on a lot of people on her way up but didn't care. All that mattered was increasing her social position.

Regina for her part, doesn't care about money or status. She fell in love with a stable boy and was willing to throw away everything her mother had won for a quiet life with just enough to get by and be happy.

But then things changed. Her love was murdered and she was forced into a marriage with a king. In her spiral into darkness, she clung to the title of queen for some semblance of power and agency.

She grew accustomed to indulging her every whim. She razed villages to the ground. She sneered at anyone who was "beneath" her.

Even after her supposed redemption, she still looks down on those with less than her. She meets Robin and the insults fly freely from her mouth. He's a smelly forest dwelling peasant. It's hate at first sight.

She's responsible for hurting people he's loved, for killing his wife, and yet they're soul mates. What an interesting dynamic that would be to explore and yet they barely scratch the surface.

All we get is some light teasing back and forth and then he handwaves away her entire past because she's changed or whatever and I guess they're in love now.

#regina mills #regina mills headcanon #outlaw queen #he's only robin hood aestheticly and it bothers me soooo much #there was so much to dig into there and yet again they just didnt

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- HL Fic Library's Enemies to Lovers Fic Rec -

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♠️ the school of extraordinary lovers by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci [M, 191k]

harry is a third-year witch and violinist at Laitswold, the only magical academy in the UK, with dreams of taking on the world, and hopefully breaking the centuries-old curse on his family while he's at it. he does not dream of facing off against his childhood rival and duet partner, but louis is back in town after six years abroad, so that's exactly what happens.

♠️ Paint Me In A Million Dreams by green_feelings / @greenfeelings [E, 112k]

Harry's one of Hollywood's biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There's just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry's in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood's biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese's next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry's in love with someone and doesn't care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn't write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

♠️ Flightless Bird by audreyhheart [E, 97k]

AU where Louis Tomlinson is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival from ballet school, moody dance prodigy Harry Styles joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late?

♠️ An Amazing Race Around the World (And to my Heart) by Thingssicant / @sunflowervolh [E, 89k]

“This year marks our thirtieth race around the world, thirty seasons of teams bound by friendship, family, and even some people who just band together for the chance at the prize. But this year, we want to remove that dynamic,” Phil said, rubbing his hands together gently.

The cameras were whirring around them, trying to get every shocked face and gasp from the teams. Louis could feel a ringing in his ears, a new nervousness he hadn’t felt during the entire journey to this competition.

He was sweating more now, more than he could blame on the California sun, as Phil started to read the names of the new teams, the members hugging their loved ones before joining a complete stranger in their new allotted spot.

Or an Amazing race Hate to Lovers au

♠️ Nothing But You On My Mind by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense [E, 83k]

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

♠️ You Drive Me Round The Bend by TheCellarDoor / @donotdialnine [M, 77k]

In which Louis is a spoilt rich kid who’s always on the phone while he drives and Harry is a struggling musician making his way down the mountain. It’s just a matter of time before they crash and burn.

♠️ Don't Want Shelter by @kingsofeverything [E, 76k]

Louis and Harry have known each other all their lives. Friends as children, they danced around each other as teenagers, and have spent the last twenty-five years either screaming at each other or not speaking at all. Except for that one time ten years ago…

When Hurricane Nicole threatens the coast, they end up stuck together in their families' old vacation home that they begrudgingly co-own.

During the storm, and in the months after, they’re both forced to reevaluate their history and what they mean to each other.

♠️ this charade (was never going to last) by @scrunchyharry [E, 68k]

On the surface, CitizenX, an international caritative nonprofit, looked like any other nonprofit, funding humanitarian missions worldwide and striving to make the world a better place, one donation at a time.

At least, that was what Harry thought, until he was hired as a computer specialist for a spinoff agency called carish, whose true purpose was to reveal CitizenX’s tangled web of lies.

As if the whole ‘industrial spy’ business was not stressful enough, Harry found himself in a hatred-at-first-sight relationship with one of his new coworkers, Louis, a man intent on detesting Harry.

When the worst happened and Harry and Louis found themselves thrown together in hiding, with only each other to rely on, Harry never could have predicted the turn their relationship would take.

Nor could he anticipate that it would all be taken away from him and he would have to decide how far he was willing to go to get Louis back.

♠️ Why Can't It Be Like That by @taggiecb [E, 63k]

Louis Tomlinson, head of his local hospital's charity fund, suddenly finds himself in the heart of the Royal family when his mother marries the third son of the reigning monarch. Such an upset in lifestyle brings a lot of changes for Louis, one of them being the need for a stylist.

Enter Harry Styles, a cutting edge fashion stylist who loves his job and prides himself on his passion. The first time he sees Louis Tomlinson on the cover of a tabloid he wants to dress him, style him, make him as beautiful as Harry knows he could be. When he's hired to do just that, he knows this will be a perfect partnership. That is, until he actually meets the man.

A fashion AU with a royal twist, where Louis doesn't need a stylist, Harry's thrilled to have a real life Barbie doll, and they're both very wrong about each other.

♠️ somethin' bout you by @missandrogyny [E, 59k]

Of all the government agents in the world, Louis had to go and land the most charming one.

♠️ Counterbalance by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf [E, 44k]

Harry Styles loves two things: teaching ballet and racing motorcycles. Those two worlds collide when his greatest rival on the track, Louis “Tommo” Tomlinson brings his tiny siblings to Harry’s class.

♠️ Full Moon Dreaming by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom [E, 43k]

Every month, Full Moon Dreaming reveals a person’s soulmate. Sometimes it’s an object or a place, or for the lucky ones, the love of their life.

Louis has given up hope of dreaming of a person, resigned to living a life devoid of that kind of all-consuming love for another and receiving the same in return.

But when a new neighbour descends on Louis’ beloved Hanson Bay and moves into the other beach house, could all that be about to change?

♠️ make this feel like home by @soldouthaz [E, 43k]

The house on West 28th Street in London is twice the size of Louis', more expensive than the price of all of his house and car payments combined, and is falling apart at the seams.

♠️ The Truth of Hearts by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings [M, 42k]

After rising through the ranks to become one of Hollywood’s most celebrated alpha writers, the world is Harry’s oyster. Louis, another rising star alpha, is Harry’s greatest undoing, in more ways than one.

♠️ Staring Across the Room by @allwaswell16 [E, 26k]

Harry Styles has a great life. He’s a children’s librarian at the New York Public Library, he’s got wonderful friends, and he loves cooking, green tea, yoga, and his collection of bow ties. He doesn’t mind that his life seems a little structured, maybe even a little boring. But when Louis Tomlinson joins the library staff as the new Installation Coordinator, things become a lot less predictable. Louis gets under his skin right from the start, bossing Harry around, making noise during story time, and eating the last cupcake in the staff lounge. Louis may be almost offensively attractive, but Harry will not be succumbing to Louis Tomlinson’s charms, even if the rest of the library staff have.

♠️ Better Walk That (Pap) Walk, Baby by @fallinglikethis, @lululawrence [NR, 25k]

Harry sat and stared at the print in front of his eyes where the names Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles looked to be in neon lights. It made him think back to those early days when all they’d dreamt of was seeing their names lit up on the signs for popular venues. Back then, things had seemed so black and white. Their love had grown as their popularity had, fast and intense and overwhelming. Maybe that was part of the problem. They’d never anticipated having to weave their way through a love so all encompassing at that age, much less at the same time as navigating brand new careers they’d been lucky enough to be a part of.

Harry stared at the papers as if it wasn’t him who had just signed them. He could do this. He could. He could pretend he was still as in love with Louis Tomlinson as he had been all those years ago no problem. He was now an actor in addition to a musician for fuck’s sake, he could make this work.

Or the one where, after years filled with the anger and pain that accompany a bad breakup, Harry and Louis have to try to put it all behind them, at least for the cameras.

♠️ Like Gold by ishiplouis / @pocketsunshineharry [E, 17k]

Harry has been an Adviser for Royal Families since he was 24. From French to Russian families, he has travelled the world and handled difficult situations. That’s, at least, what he believed until a week into his new position as Adviser for his Royal Highness Prince Louis Tomlinson.

Royal AU where Harry is Prince Louis’ Adviser, and Louis is anything but helpful.

♠️ Can't Buy My Love, Can Buy Me Dinner by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13 [G, 9k]

Is it ethical to accept a dinner date for the free food? And will you hate me when I go anyway?

Fact 1: Louis hates Harry Styles. Fact 2: Louis is temporarily living off toast and spaghetti hoops. Fact 3: ...Louis may be semi-accidentally dating his worst enemy.

♠️ What a Difference a Day Makes by phdmama / @phd-mama [M, 3k]

Louis makes a squinched up angry face at the name. Harry. Fucking Harry Styles. They’d been in the same RA group as freshmen and when Louis’d made a perfectly tasteful penis joke, Harry had made… well probably exactly the same face Louis is making now and suggested that Louis was… something. Louis can’t even remember, but he knows that whatever it was that Harry said he was doing, he wasn’t doing it. He loves penises, for crying out loud! They’ve been nemesises? nemesies? ever since.

♠️ Stole My Heart by @haztobegood [NR, 2k]

“Oh my god, Niall.” The door slams shut as Harry rushes into the flat. He’s still panting from his rush to get away from the scene of his crime. “You won’t believe what just happened!”

Niall is sitting on the couch in their tiny living room. He looks up from his laptop. “What happened?”

“The worst thing. I’ll never recover. I just reached into a box of free samples outside that new chicken restaurant. Only it wasn’t free samples. It was a man. Holding a box of chicken nuggets. His chicken nuggets. I stole this man’s food, Niall!”

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theredofoctober · 10 months

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MANNA PART 6

Dark!Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Dark!Will Graham fic, sort of DD/LG dynamic

TW: eating disorders, noncon, abusive relationship

She/her pronouns for reader

NOTE: this chapter occurs chronologically pre-leg, within the first month or so of your captivity. I'm writing Manna out of order; when I upload to ao3 I'll put everything in the right place

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You pass an evening with Hannibal like so many others, yet unlike for the state induced in you through his studious medicinal enterprise.

You are accustomed to the concoction of drugs that regresses you to a needy youth, the sleepers, the stimulants, the tea that lowers you from the electric heights of your righteous hysteria. Yet whatever element comprises the pill flushed down by water from a gently tipped glass elevates you to orbit a heaven above yourself, so removed from your imprisonment that you observe with an objective eye.

Dr Lecter has bestowed upon you the rare trust that you may eat without assistance, and you have done so, temporarily rescinding your disordered agitation to the mycelium half-dream.

Thus elevated, you watch yourself drape the tines of your fork back and forth across your half-eaten plate, enthralled by patterns on the porcelain that are not there.

Your eyes drift repeatedly to a painting on Hannibal’s wall, mounted coyly for any dinner guest to comment on. Naturally, have seen the piece many times before, in turns startled and disturbed by its subject. Now, however, you find yourself dully intrigued, an attention that does not go unnoticed by Dr Lecter.

“What is it, little one?” he asks, intently, laying down his cutlery on either side of his plate with a quiet clink. “Do you have an interest in art?”

“I don’t know,” you say, confused by the question. “It’s just this picture. Isn’t it... rude?”

Hannibal smirks, eyeing the image with fond appreciation. Its focus is a supine young woman, draped, half-naked, on a rumbled bed, towards which a curious swan approaches with curved neck bowed.

Likely it is the original painting, procured at auction, its price unimaginable; all things in this house are ripe with expense, even you, its demanding charge.

“Artistic nudity is only considered rude by children,” says Hannibal, blithely, “or else by shallow and ignorant adults. Does the depiction of genitalia offend you, my darling?”

You gaze up at the cowrie of a cunt under its shadow cap of hair, pinkly presented on spread silk, and think how often your own has been arranged likewise for Will or Hannibal to admire.

“Why is it in this room, specifically?” you ask; you struggle with the syllables of the word, spit at the sibilants in a manner unbecoming for so distinguished an event. “Doesn’t it put people off their food?”

“I find it makes for an amusing conversation piece,” says Hannibal, pouring himself another generous glass of wine.

You attempt to grimace, none of your muscles quite taking to the motion.

“I don’t think it’s funny at all. Just creepy. Sad.”

“Are familiar with the story of Leda and the Swan?” asks Hannibal, with interest. “Zeus, a virile and insatiable God, looked upon the queen of Sparta and desired her. So, in order to seduce her, he transformed himself into a swan so that she would be fooled by his beauty and appearance of vulnerability to take him to her bed.”

“He tricked her,” you say, quietly. “He didn’t seduce her, at all.”

Dr Lecter’s face scarcely moves, but there is something of laughter in the lines of his strange beauty.

“So it is the deception that unnerves you,” he says. “The pretence that he was an innocent creature rather than the all-powerful and lustful deity he truly was.”

You nod, not wanting to admit that you see your own face mirrored in the brushstrokes of the Grecian queen.

Prophet-like, Hannibal interprets the motion with flawless vision.

“You empathise with Leda. Recognise the parallels between her story and your own.”

“Is that why you put it there?” you retort, emboldened by the miles between you and the girl slumped in the dining chair. “Because you think you’re the swan?”

“The bird is a shield for the truth, remember,” says Hannibal. “So what would the swan be, in me?”

Dropping the fork with a discordant clatter, you consider.

“The polite, handsome doctor,” you say, at last. “You fool everyone; Jack, Alana Bloom. My parents. They would never have left me here if they knew what you really were.”

Hannibal tilts his head at a slight angle, as though by doing so he might uncover some mystery in your face.

“And what am I, little one?”

“I don’t know,” you admit. “There are a lot of things you’re hiding from me. How can I know what you really are?”

“Tell me your perceptions, then. There is no need to spare my feelings; after all, you so rarely do.”

Amidst your mushroom-made divinity, you are fearless in your answer.

“You’re a bad person. You’ve done things that would get you into a lot of trouble. Hurt people. Not just me. And you don’t feel bad about it. You think that everything you do is right, somehow. Like you should be allowed to do it. Like you’re a god.”

Hannibal absorbs this with a silence that seems sated, or almost so.

“And what about Will?” he prompts. “Is he, too, a starving monster under the guise of a tender animal?”

“No,” you say, with less certainty. “He’s... sick. You're using him, making him think that this is what he wants.”

Hannibal laughs over the rim of his wine glass.

“That is where you’re wrong, little one. The Will you think you see is only one wing of the swan. Soon, you will see beyond that fragile veil, and feel the mythic need of all immortals to plunder from the weak, merely for the pleasure of knowing that they can.”

A sudden sadness tugs you back to earth like a choke chain, a lump in your throat.

“So you don’t want to help me, after all,” you mumble. “It was all a lie.”

Taking your hand across the table, Hannibal presses a thumb to the pulse at your wrist, a soothing gesture.

“Not at all,” he says, firmly. “To recover from your illness you must be made to relinquish control in its most basic forms. The instances I return it to you are experiments in progress. Remember that Leda did not die after Zeus bedded her: she became a mother. In you, I seek another outcome. More than one, in fact.”

You gaze at him with disbelieving eyes, rejecting the hope he grooms in you.

“What other outcome are you looking for, Dr Lecter?”

Hannibal kisses your knuckles and places the fork back into your hand.

“Nothing you need to think about at the moment,” he says. “Now, finish what’s on your plate. It’s growing cold.”

#ao3 writer #dark fic #manna fic #hannibal lecter x reader #dark hannibal lecter #dark will graham #will graham x reader #yandere hannibal lecter #yandere will graham #hannibal fic #dark!fic #tw noncon #tw eating disorders #dead dove do not eat

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blackleatherjacketz · 11 months

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Forbidden Fruit: Chapter 6

Alistair x Female Reader, Jack Russell x Female Reader

Summary: Jack saves you from a vicious vampire attack and you discover you might be more entangled than you thought.

This Chapter: Having no choice but to go along with Alistair, you let him take you underground to prove his devotion to you.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only!, Mature Content, Kidnapping, Coercion, Dubious Consent, Dom/Sub Dynamics, Power Imbalance, Undressing, Spanking, petting, Vaginal Fingering, Female Orgasm, Finger Sucking, Jealousy, Victorian Furniture and Tchaikovsky’s “Swan Lake”

Word Count: 3k+

Notes: Revised Completley!

Tags: @skittle479 @bullet-prooflove @jessicafangirl @avatarofseshat @sadndnboii-reads @bluemoonperegrine

Read the rest of the story HERE!

Alistair’s hand squeezes tightly onto yours as you both descend the floors beneath the abandoned pizzeria you didn’t even know were there. A watered down version of Swan Lake’s ‘Moderato’ plays from the aged speakers as your stomach does flips each time he looks at you, despite doing its best to keep down the wine and cheese you just consumed mere moments before. That smirk on his lips brings you back to the first time you met, his thumb grazing the inside of your wrist reminding you that this situation could turn out in your favor if all else fails. If Jack doesn’t show up like he promised and Alistair has his way with you, then those endless eyes could be staring back at you for all of eternity.

Where the hell is Jack, anyways? Didn’t he say he was going to get help? How long was that supposed to take?

A high-pitched ding signals your imminent arrival to his desired floor, startling you with a jolt of your shoulders as the metal box slows to a halt. The doors slide silently open as the music continues, revealing a long hallway with centuries old wallpaper and crystal chandeliers dimly lighting the way to a large red door at the very end.

“I just can’t wait for you to see the surprise I have for you.” He tugs on your hand before stepping across the threshold, pulling you out of the world above and into the world below. Into the very belly of the beast. Each step he takes echoes loudly against the ancient walls, almost an exact replica of the house you visited him in before, only without the haunting portraits and landscapes to stare you down.

Half a dozen blackened doorways on either side of you take their place however, seeming to stretch upward in length as you cautiously try to match his stride. His grip on your hand only tightens as you blink repeatedly, trying to make sense of the stretching hallway until he deftly slows his pace. Curling his wrist inward, he reigns you in before deciding to stop in front of the last door on the right.

Taking a key out of his jacket pocket, he slides it into the aged brass doorknob and turns it with delicate ease. He pushes it open to reveal a large bedroom furnished with expensive Victorian furniture, a warm fire popping in the opposite wall behind a wrought iron cage. It warms your face as you enter the doorway, noticing a queen bed tucked in the right corner, four posts made of solid dark walnut draped with emerald green velvet as he leads you into the middle of the space.

The classical music begins to soften as you follow him into the room, fading away until you can no longer hear it at all. The sound of the crackling fire soon takes over, soothing you enough to run your hands over the thick, heavy comforter that lays across the luxurious bed. Your fingertips trace their way up the blanket to the matching sets of pillows embroidered with your initials, etched with golden silk tassels dangling at the corners. A dark bedside table holds a small electric lamp, matching the wood on the rounded corners of a crushed velvet settee sitting near the fire.

“What do you think?” He asks, watching you take inventory of every outfit he’d bought for you in the wardrobe next to the setee.

“It’s beautiful,” you admit, the warmth of the fire and the smell of the wood all but intoxicating you as you take in the extraordinary details of the bedroom. You can’t believe it: it’s as if he’s seen every page you’ve ever collected from your mother’s old Home and Gardens magazine and matched them exactly. No one’s ever done that before, ever taken so much care and effort to give you everything… anything you’ve ever wanted without having to ask or make it seem like a chore.

“I know how much you love that shade of green.” He stands in the middle of the room as you gingerly circle around him, smirking as your expression gives away your enraptured state of mind.

“I do.” You spot a dress of the same color hanging on the vanity as you nearly make it all the way back to the door. Its silk fabric seems to practically drip down from the hanger over the darkened wood of the mirror that shows only your reflection, the vibrant waves cascading over the table and down onto the floor. “Is that dress for me?”

“It’s all for you,” he steps behind you and whispers into your ear, his scent of oak and cinnamon slowly emanating into your nostrils. “Every bit of it.”

You can’t help but hold your breath as he gets closer to you, his hand holding onto your hip as you both stare at the lavish ball gown in stoic silence. Is this supposed to be the last dress you ever wear now that he’s made sure you’ve eaten your last meal? The dress that he bites you in, drains you in? The dress that you die in? Your final burial shroud? All of the sudden, your semi-flippant attitude toward his plans for you begins to crumble, the gravity of your situation now settling into your stomach in a weighty sense of impending doom. You start to wonder when you last called your parents or told them that you loved them, knowing full well that it’s far too late for any of that now.

“Wh… what’s behind the other doors that we passed in the hallway? More rooms like this?” You turn your head to face him, your nose barely brushing against his chin.

Were there other women just like you behind those doors? Each of them locked away into their own beautiful rooms just to be preyed upon at his leisure? If so, how many of them were there? How long had they been there? How many times has he fed on them? Would he ever let them go? Would he ever let you go now that you’re down here?

“Now, now,” he tsks. “You shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answers to.” He wraps his hand around the back of your neck before pressing his fingertips into the base of your hairline, massaging your scalp all the way up to your crown. “Why don’t you forget all about that and step out of this ragged little number for me?”

He presses his thumb and forefinger behind your ears, forcing your eyes to flutter shut and your mouth to fall open as that warm, blissful feeling rushes down your spine. He takes the opportunity to snake his fingers down your neck to swiftly remove your bandage before tossing it aside, temporarily washing your worries away with his actions. He takes his time pulling your hooded sweatshirt up above your head and off; the heat from the fire warming the bare skin on your torso as you allow him to continue disrobing you. His chilly palms carefully brush their way back down your arms and breasts, tying a familiar knot into your stomach before they graze their way down to your hips.

“Your beauty never ceases to amaze me,” he kisses his praise into your shoulder as he starts taking your pants off, delicately sliding them down your legs until you step out of them entirely. “Aphrodite herself would be jealous.”

You try to think of something to say, something to match his level of adoration as he stands up and curls his fingers beneath your jaw, but can come up with nothing. Instead you just nod in hushed understanding, acknowledging his tainted compliment as he stares at you through his frigid grip on your face.

“Before you put that on, though, why don’t you let me show you how well I really know you.” He lets go of your chin and shrugs out of his jacket, folding it onto the back of the chair near the vanity. He loosens his tie with a smirk and makes his way over to the bed, pulling the silk garment through the loop of his collar as he finally sits down on the mattress.

Jesus Christ, this escalated quickly. How the hell did you end up HERE like THIS? How the hell did he get you naked again so fucking fast?

“Come here,” he orders, slowly patting his thigh as he summons you with blackened eyes.

Oh, that’s how.

“Yeah,” you huff, taking a few timid steps forward. “Okay.” You pad your way across the hardwood floor until you end up climbing onto the bed next to him, cautiously straddling his legs as his hands glide over your bare body, effortlessly pulling you into him.

“I know you better than he does, better than he ever could.” He gently turns you on to your side, guiding you over his lap so that his hands smooth lovingly over your head and hair once you settle into him. “I know every inch of your body, every hair on your head…” He tucks a strand of it behind your ear, tracing the outline of its shell before following the curvature of your spine down to your lower back with his fingertips. He grazes his palm up and down your back, increasing his pressure on your muscles every time, forcing the fine hair along its path to stand on end. “I know every expression on your beautiful face, and every nuanced tone in your voice.”

“Yeah?” Is all you can think to say as he continues caressing your back, almost as if you were a sort of pet curled up in his lap after a long day.

“Does this feel familiar, darling? He asks, grabbing onto one of your cheeks and pulling it up toward him to get a better view of what he’s after.

You nod as his chilly hand tightens its grip on you, forcing you to inhale quickly as you feel him grow beneath your belly.

“What was that?” He begs for clarity, his lips pressed against your scalp as his breath warms your skin.

“Yes,” you whisper as your nipples harden against the mattress, everything about your past with him becoming crystal clear as the moisture begins to grow between your legs.

“Good.” He kisses your hair and lets your muscle bounce back into place. “It sounds like you almost forgot your words there for a moment.” He wastes no time in sliding his fingers in between your cheeks, dipping them down low enough to glide across your folds as they suddenly become slick with your inevitable arousal.

“Yes,” you moan, the pads of his fingers brushing over your clit with each torturous pass, your body keeping the score as it instinctively responds to his extensive carnal knowledge. “I mean no, I mean ohhhh my God.”

“Only I know what you really like.” He pulls his hand away before bringing it back down with a loud and sudden smack, a sharp twinge jolting your body forward. “What you need.”

A stifled yelp leaves your lips as the pain shoots its way up your spine, the brief pause quickly interrupted by another hard smack, this time to the opposite cheek. You hear him chuckle before his hand comes crashing down onto the other, repeating this relentless pattern one right after the other, hit after hit as it nearly sends you leaping forward off his lap entirely. He manages to keep you still with a hand on your throat, his nose nestled into the base of your neck as your moans morph into guttural groans. Tears well up in your eyes as the pleasure he’s delivering barely outweighs the pain that settles deep into your muscles, his abuse forcing your sex to drip down onto the polyester fabric of his his thigh. His strikes gradually become less frequent, the break between them growing longer as he finally decides to rub his palm over your newly reddened flesh in order to soothe it.

“Now, let’s see if I’m right.” He whispers against your skin, sliding his fingers between your now soaking wet folds as your juices all but drench your needy center. He glides them across your length again with impeccable ease, massaging little waves of bliss into your swollen bud as you begin to tremble beneath his touch. “Looks like I was. Always so wet for me.”

You rock back and forth against his hand as a pattern of gooseflesh ripples up your backside, causing those waves to build up into full blown tremors of ecstasy. They quake through your entire body as he pushes two fingers in, stimulating you from that special spot deep inside your velvety walls as his thumb still presses circles into your clit. He cracks that internal fault line wide open, watching the tears stream down your face as your body convulses around his fingers in a series of uncontrollable shockwaves of euphoria, one right after the other. They rush their way through you, building up from your epicenter with a groan so deep it nearly rattles his bones along with yours as they tremble in its wake.

“Alistair!” You shout, your arms and legs trembling in overstimulation as the sound of his fingers slipping in and out of you echoes loudly against the walls. “Alistair, oh my God!” Your last word comes out in a breathy moan as your muscles fail you, leaving you limp in his lap as the aftershock rocks its way through your system.

“I barely even touched you, and look how well you respond to me.” He pulls his now drenched fingers out of you, bringing them up between your cheeks, across your back and over your shoulder until they’re right in front of your face. “Open.”

You follow his orders and do as you're told, opening your mouth just enough for him to shove two fingers past your lips and across your tongue. There’s no denying the sweet tang of your orgasm that coats your juices still clinging to his digits as he pushes in all the way up to his knuckles. Even as your eyes begin to water, you can’t help but relish in the taste of your own satisfaction as your tremors slow to a complete halt. You run your tongue between his fingers to further savor the flavor until he reluctantly pulls them back out.

A single trail of spit connects you before he shoves them into his own mouth, those dark eyes of his rolling back into his head as the concoction of your fluids momentarily intoxicates him. For a split second, some deranged part of you wonders how good he might have looked when he first tasted your blood, if it was anything close to this or much more gratuitous. But before you know it, he’s out of his trance entirely, his hands roving back over your body in a soothing, gentle rhythm.

“Tell me I don’t know you now.” He leans down to kiss your lips, the embrace seeming almost chaste in comparison as your unique flavor gets passed back between you both.

“You know me,” you confirm, breaking the kiss with a gentle nod.

“Good.” He pets your hair one more time, leaning in just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “I have another surprise for you.” He insists, that Cheshire grin spreading across his lips again.

Alistair helps you into the green ball gown just as carefully as he helped you out of your sweats, his hands tucking you into every nook and cranny of the silk dress as it drapes over your frame. He runs his hands through your hair after zipping you up, cupping your face before smiling with an arrogant sense of pride, almost as if he had created you himself.

“You look absolutely breathtaking, little lamb.” He soberly kisses your cheek before stepping back to admire you in full. “Are you ready for your next surprise?”

“I am,” you tell him, trying to accept that it could be the very last surprise of your life.

The instrumental ballet starts up again as soon as you leave the room with him, growing in volume through a set of speakers you can’t quite seem to locate as you both approach the ominous red door at the end of the hallway you almost forgot about entirely. The song’s previous corporate elevator tones are effortlessly replaced by a symphony of clarinets and bassoons, building onto each other as the plucking of a harp notes every step you take toward the precipice of the doorway.

You watch Alistair raise his eyebrows in giddy anticipation as an assortment of violins showers your senses with their chorus, the tone of the song getting darker and more profound as he wraps his fingers around the handle of the door. You can feel the music inside of you just as sure as you felt him before, the build up of all the instruments now working together as French horns collide with trumpets and drums, pushing the potent emotion of the piece up into your core and out of your body through tiny little goosebumps on your skin.

The red door finally opens.

The devastating sight before you dispels any enchantment Tchaikovsky’s famous work previously had on your senses. The roaring climax of that chilling act fails to prickle its way through the tiny hairs on the top layer of your skin as your heart drops into the bitter acid of your stomach, threatening to bring up your last meal along with it. That harsh and undeniable truth that you’d somehow always feared in the back of your mind has finally come to fruition: Jack isn’t coming to save you.

He can’t.

Confirming your greatest fears, Jack’s wrists and ankles appear to be secured in chains before your very eyes, holding him captive against a cement wall, the shirt you let him borrow now tattered to shreds. Something about these restraints is preventing him from moving too much or trying to escape, his helpless eyes eventually landing on you once you reach the center of the room. You’re too late. He’s too late, unable to save you from this scheming creature of the night as you both share a long look of mutual despair.

“Surprise!” Alistair exclaims as the music fades off into silence, both hands spreading out in a dramatic fashion.

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