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jimmythejiver · 3 years

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For the first time in a long time I went to the movies in forever and then to Target. At Target I see some Godiva bars on discount yellow tags and I was ecstatic until I read 70% Cacao, Dark, Salted Caramel and was deflated.

Anyway that's how I felt about seeing The Green Knight. What you thought this was about chocolate?

No see since the pandemic I've been back on my perennial King Arthur kick. I've for a long time since I was a young preteen thought, someday I too will write my own King Arthur epic and it'll be gay, magical, gangster and culty too, but for now I'll make up my own stories for practice and then with every story I got attached too, it got too involved and convoluted to the point that when it came down to actually writing a novel, I threw it all away and made a space opera I only planned in two weeks and wrote in a month. Anyway...so now I've been writing this very gay, magical, gangster and culty take on Final Fantasy XV with my boyfriend and just fell in love with Somnus Lucis Caelum who nobody has any insight about him than to make him the Mordred to Ardyn's Arthur, which is a strange flex, but okay, I thought about what if I wrote a Dark Age prequel about Ardyn and Somnus, but Ardyn becomes king and Somnus his shogun and they play games of seduction and power because I'm twisted like that. Anyway...I was like I'm never going to write this and I have to keep making up characters based on FFXV characters and King Arthur tropes because there's not a lot of stories that take place during the Dark Ages, it's always some Roman Empire story, or High Middle Ages and FFXV gave no room for either society to happen after the fall of Solheim and the rise of King Somnus...so we left with Dark Ages, y'all, the King Arthur comparisons are obvious, but Ardyn is no Arthur and Somnus is no Mordred, Aera is only Guenevere if you make up an affair with Somnus, Gilgamesh is no Bedwyr/Bedivere, but uh...they both amputees and the oldest companions to their respective kings so...I guess. Anyway making an ancestor of Cor Leonis and deciding well he's Owain/Yvain, or am Ignis type as idk Sir Cai/Kay I guess, they both cook, but Cai's more like Seifer Almasy than any FF character... Anyway I'm losing people.

My plan was to just scrap the FFXV prequel, leave my Somnus ideas into Overtime (a gangster and gods story) and just plan an actual King Arthur adaptation. I'd have King Arthur the treasure hunter, leader of a warband turned founder of Camelot who fights giants, giant cats and dogheads, but also fights King Claudas of the Franks and King Aelle of the Saxons and Cerdic a Briton who puts in his lot with the Saxons, etc. It'd been a a glorified turf war, meanwhile Arthur's gotta make alliances with King Pelles, The Fisher King and his strange cult he's founded because, why yes I find the ends justifies the means prophecy of the Holy Grail Quest very culty because Christianity then does not resemble it now. Meanwhile you got the secondary plots of Mordred, Gawain, Lancelot, Percival, Tristam and other's going on because they matter and too many modern King Arthur stories sideline the knights.

So many have always sidelined Mordred as a final boss eldritch abomination in mortal flesh conceived of sin and give him no personality, or complex motives, or even just a relationship with Arthur. I also have noticed the general sidelining of Lancelot, or give him a chad villain upgrade if you must include him at all, and the villainizing of Gawain to the point that you don't even have to have Mordred, or Agravain as a catalyst shit stirrer in court, just slap Gawain's name on Liam Neeson in a top knot and you're good. Mordred can just be a child offscreen until last act...fuck that, while Morgan Le Fay can either be a villainess plotting her cabal through men, or a well-intentioned, ineffectual idiot. Fuck that.

Now Hollywood just be doing King Arthur first acts that suck ass, only for said director to get rewarded failing upwards by giving this same jerk the Aladdin remake. The tonally shitty, crammed in blockbuster mess of a cliche heroe's journey that sucks.

With that background I was excited for The Green Knight. I read an illustrative version as a kid, I read Tolkien's translation as a teenager, I read Simon Armitage's superior, but with liberties taken translation. I was prepped to go knowing that indie, or not they were going to make changes to weave the disjointed poem together. I'm excited that because this movie exists Project Guternberg's finally thrown Jessie Weston's prose rendition up on their website. I'll be reading that at some point when this blows over.

The movie adaptation makes a lot of...choices, many I wouldn't love, but would forgive had their been a payoff. There was none.

The journey was fine, the cinematography was a breath of fresh air after crappy slo mo, glossy action scenes ruined another. Guys, I don't think I want to see a Zack Snyder Excalibur, it'll marginally be better than Guy Ritchie, but that ain't saying anything. Leave Excalibur to the post-Star Wars 80s where it is impeccable for it's time. I liked Green Knight's breathable pacing, it's color palette's in the forests and mountains made up for the muddy grey of every Ridley Scott send up in the castles and villages in every other Dark Ages/Medieval story in the last I don’t know since the shitty 00′s. For all the dark tones when there was blues, greens, yellows or reds, they were vibrant in this movie to contrast the gloom of Britain. The soundtrack was good. This isn't all what makes a movie, but it enhances it so let's get to the story and what I did and didn't like.

Things I Liked: Gawain is still a novice in his career The Costume Dressing Everyone pronounces Gawain's name different. I pronounce it like Gwayne, or Guh Wayne, but here you got Gowen (like Owen), Gowan (like Rowan), or even Garlon who I'm pretty sure is the Fisher King's heir in some versions of that Arthurian story, so uh... The reference to Arthur slaying 960 men with his bare hands (Nennius for the win!) The Waste Land that is implied to be a site of a battle (an important aspect of the Arthurian landscape) The Fox companion No long grisly, drawn out hunting scenes. The Fox lives! No misogynist speeches

Things I'm Mixed: This being a dream, is the magic real? Are the giants? Is the Green Knight a figment of Gawain's imagination from a spell Morgan casted in him to hallucinate? Is Lord and Lady also figments? It's...a way to interpret the poem, but lazy and I don't see why it's got to all fantasy, or all dream...this movie makes it too vague you're stuck picking one camp than to accept it's a fantasy with dream and hallucinatory sequences.

Things I'm Meh: Morgan Le Fay as Gawain's mom. Look I fucking hate Morgause as a character and these two get merged and steal each other's aspects so much at this point the difference is who did they marry, King Urien or King Lot? Both are attributed to being Mordred's mom, Mordred is Gawain's brother...both practice magic depending on certain incarnations, both love and hate Arthur their brother and are in conflict with him. Saint Winifred. I actually liked this sequence, but I don't appreciate her as the tacked on wife in the later dream sequence as like...a contrast between the wife you should marry than the whore next door you don't respect anyway? I don't even know what lesson I'm supposed to get out of the damn dream sequence, or any of it? That Gawain should've married his girlfriend and then he'd be a just ruler? That he shouldn't be king? That he'd never have to make the same heartless, impartial choices? I don't know, he seemed like a king doing king shit because guess what? It never gets easier. Wars will be waged. The world didn't become better because he married the right woman, respected her and lived in obscurity. The world didn't become better because he made her his queen. We certainly don't know the world would be better Gawain had his head chopped off and dead XP They never reveal the Lord and the Green Knight as one and the same because of this shit.

Things I Hated: Arthur withdraws from the challenge because he's old. In poem he takes it on and Gawain takes it so he don't have to and he finds himself more disposable than the king. Gawain only takes the challenge because of arrogance. Arthur and Gawain had no prior personal relationship. I'd not have hated this so much if it wasn't compounded by it cancelling out the first two things. Gawain is portrayed as having no respect for his woman, or any woman, maybe his mother? He has to be pushed by Winifred to regain her head. Gawain is portrayed as arrogant, covetous and ready to pass the buck, or the bare minimum than have any honor or decency. It didn't matter the kid in the wasteland was shithead bandit, the way Gawain acted towards him, when he gets robbed, it almost feels like he deserved it and Gawain doesn't learn a damn lesson. I'll admit him taking the sword to cut his ropes and cutting his hands was a neat sequence, it shows him go from stupid, to almost clever and having will to survive...you know traits he had in the poem, but he stops showing these traits or growing. Basically Gawain has to be dragged kicking and screaming to help people and shows no fortitude when facing temptation, or when showing respect towards others, it's exhausting. You don't make this kind of journey story without character growth. Why are you skipping this? Also is it just me, or is this like when you take Frank Miller Batman and transport him onto a Bill Finger story? This is at best Thomas Malory Gawain (and this is charitable) transported on the earlier Pearl Poet's story. Stop it. It's not tonally correct and goes at odds with the story and the set up characterization you'd need to tell it. Speaking of which, you know how I get through the oof... of Liam Neeson Gawain in Excalibur? By pretending he Agravain instead. Here...I don't even think Gawain could pass as Mordred in spite of his covetous nature, lust and entitlement. Why? because I don't think even Mordred is this dumb to warrant this hubris. Essel being invented as a tacked on love interest just to be shit on utterly and for what? I don't think I have much commentary here as there is no Essel I'm aware of to compare, or stack up. I just notice this trope of like...usually if you include a sex worker in Hollywood she often has a heart of gold, she often has her own sense of values that goes at odds with society, but is more true and less hypocritical than a privileged lady’s. I thought that's what they would've done with the added trope of back at home sweetheart to contrast and pit her against the despicable femme fatale of Lady Bertilak and her adultery and her ladyship...and I'm glad they didn't...but you did nothing with Essel than to shit on her for existing when you made her exist, you know. Lady Bertilak being portrayed as the seductress devil incarnate. Look I know adultery is a touchy taboo, but uh her and Gawain hit it off in the poem, dammit! Her values and his values come to clash, but here it's played off as Gawain is stupid and covetous and Lady Bertilak wants to prove something because...? If my brother's theory that she's a figment of Morgan Le Fay's magic, then I'll take this as a lesson of Gawain is impulsive and covetous and his mom knows it, but he don't want to fuck his mom, but he wants her power, and Morgan wants to teach him a lesson... I guess. Hey we don't have misogynist speeches in this movie, but we'll make sure to have the movie drip with it with no point, or commentary. Pass. Lord guilting, extracting and initiating the same sex kiss and only once. Poem automatically better that Gawain don't have to keep being reminded to keep his part of the bargain and he does it willingly more than once. What he doesn't do is give up his belt...gods how did we get more homophobic as a society that the homoeroticism here is worse? Catholics of the middle ages officially had no issue doing same sex, passionate kissing until it lead to sex. The Ending: The gods damn ending. In the movie as is, Gawain waits to uphold his end of the bargain and get his head chopped off. He imagines, even though we don't get any fuzzy or distortion to indicate this is a dream, but I already knew this was coming, he runs away and comes home, is regarded a hero, he sees his lady, takes her from behind and if you saw Brokeback Mountain (I didn't, but DJ has) you know this is a sign of disrespect to women. He gets her knocked up, pays her off for the kid she wants to keep, he is crowned king, marries the ghostly saint lady he helped retrieve her head earlier from a lake in the movie (this right here is the damn tip off). There's no more dialogue by this point and everything is montaging, so you know by now it's a dream, though nothing is out of focus. He rules as a heartless king, his whore son dies from war he waged, he has a daughter, his wife dies. Gawain then takes off the belt that would've saved his life and his head falls off. This would've been the one good twist, except... In this sequence of events he never had his head cut off so uh... now we back in present day. He decides not to bitch out, Green Knight in a sexy way is like "now off with your head," movie cuts to credits with no resolve...uh what the fuck? What the fuck? This is not good. You wasted the one twist in your dream when idk, you could've...

How I'd fix it: No dream sequence at all. No Incident At Owl Creek twist. Gawain comes home a hero and survivor of this game and ordeal. He wears this belt of shame. He becomes a well-renowned knight, but he bears a shame. One day he goes to take off his belt and his head falls off because he cheated to get this belt and to survive this encounter. There. Done. Improved your high concept movie that couldn't play any of the lessons straight from the damn poem without making everyone an asshole for no reason! Ugh! But nope you had to end it on we don’t know if Gawain lives or dies...because...it's dream magic made from his momma's witchcraft...?

Last Thoughts So then post-credits scene because Marvel because Pirates Of The Caribbean existed. A white girl who looks nothing like Gawain's daughter we see who didn’t pay off, or any child I can remember through this whole movie picks up King Arthur's crown that dream Gawain inherited and puts it on her head. Who is this girl? Are we gonna have an indie equivalent of of the Marvel Movie Universe/Universal Horror Monsters thing with ancient British legends? We gonna get a Life Of Saint Patrick next that crosses over? I don't know. What is this?

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tenebraetrash17 · 5 years

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UM OK BUT I WAS ACT IN TEARS OVER THE THINGS YOU AND GIVELIGHTNINGHERHAREM DID ABOUT BABY LIGHTNING AND RAVUS, SO I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT INSTEAD OF DYING, LIGHTNING SAVED HIM BEFORE HE COULD FIGHT THE BROS AND THEY LIVED IN DUSCAE TOGETHER AND EVERYONE JUST THOUGHT THEY BOTH DIED AND ONLY THE BOYS KNEW THE TRUTH

HI, I’VE NEVER PLAYED RED DEAD BUT I AM A L L FOR THIS, FAM.

Sorry it took so long to get to! I really wanted to think about this one..and failed because I got sidetracked, I’m so sorry, I’ve been half asleep lately ;u;

But yes!!! 100% all for this!!!

Fun fact tho! Ravus’ English VA is Dad Kogane!!! The guy who got a stone cold alien lady to fall head over heels for him? Yep, that’s Ravyoli!

You might think I’m mentioning this because I like to recognize voice actors and what not, sorryifanyonehasseenmegeekoutoverthem, but actually! I find it kind of interesting becaaaaaaause….Krolia is a whole lot like Lightning, I’m just gonna put that out there now!

Now we don’t know much about Dad Kogane other than he was a firefighter who lived alone, but we can see he was a pretty family oriented guy who was always willing to risk his life for the greater good and for his family! Which is pretty Ravus-y! Kind of-

So yeet, just really random trivia fact! Which might tie in?? Idk- I’m rambling at this point, LET’S JUMP RIGHT INTO IT!

Alright! So from what I’m getting from this…

An alternate timeline branch from the main game where instead of dissolving into nothing-ness, Lightning went and banished the blight?? Oh hells yes! And actually, them settling down in one of those abandoned farms tucked away somewhere in Duscae wouldn’t be too far fetched! Besides, no matter what good Ravus did, he still would be fairly unliked by the people of Lucis, unless they’re those horny chicks who were perving on him, he did a lot of bad things to them which might not be so easily forgivable! So what you said about him changing his name and turning over a new leaf is quite plausible!

Although, I can’t imagine Ravus being anyone other than a Ravus. He looks like a Ravus. Looking very Ravusy. A Ravusy Ravus (where am I going with this?). BUT LAST NAME HOWEVER! It would be possible that instead he would take on Lightning’s last name! His name would then translate as ‘Gray Thunder’ Which is cool until you consider that when you look it up, it also means gray sooooo…. “Gray Gray.” good name change, Gravy.

AlthoughRavusALSOmeanscharming,butIcan’tmakeGrayGrayjokeswiththat

THAT’S NOT TO SAY LIGHTNING WOULDN’T DO THE WHOLE NAME CHANGE TOO THO! Actually, she might just go back to being called Claire! After all, the name ‘Lightning’ is a bit famous around Eos, I’m certain! So Lightning goes by Claire now, and it doesn’t bother her half as much as she thought it would! Not to mention that Ravus never called her Lightning per say, so hearing the name ‘Claire’ coming from him isn’t a foreign sensation. Although it is pretty hard for her to register it, and anyone besides Ravy might have to say her name a few times to get her attention.

Ok! Onto life and how it all came about I guess?? Idk, did you want a story-ish analysis or was it just a hell yeah??

ANYWHO.

I really like the way you put it for everyone thinks Ravus and Lightning died in Niflheim but only the bros know that’s not the case. Given that they would have to lay low for awhile to allow injuries to heal, Ravus would have been able to grow some stubble to at least alter his appearance somewhat, plus remove that fancy armor on his prosthetic. And I bet Lightning wasn’t often seen in photographs so it wouldn’t be easy to recognize her, even if she didn’t change anything!

During that time period, I bet Prompto would be the first to visit with news of what happened to Noctis, as well as what the deal is with Ardyn. Now, Lightning is most likely to be compelled to go after Ardyn and stop him, but it’s most likely the thought of leaving Ravus in his current state will be what keeps her back, albeit reluctantly. Ravus would probably try to encourage her to, however, with something along the lines of. “Don’t let me hinder you with my burden. I can tell you want to go.” although Lightning would be having none of that and just grab his face and be all like “Listen, I saved your ass, so now I have to make sure that you don’t go and ruin my work.” which is basically her trying to say that she still wants to stay with him. Thankfully with so many shared years, Ravus understands and will only mention it in passing at times.

Don’t worry about Lightning though, she keeps her skills sharp in hunting the local wildlife, since they are trying to lay low for a few months, she relies mostly on Ignis for cooking supplies as she provides what to cook. Since Ravus is healing during this duration, (I mean, he got his chest cut open and then was twisted into a 9 foot tall monster, he’s going to be in recovery for awhile,) Lightning is going to most likely be the only one able to do much about the place. She gets cooking lessons from Ignis during his spare time, which entails him telling her what needs to be done, since he’s blind and stuff. She becomes surprisingly adept at it, much to Ignis’ delight.

Since Lightning gives Ravus nothing to do around the place, he tries to scheme up ways to help integrate them into society. More often than not, he finds that their identities would be unveiled, so it’s rather quickly shot down. Eventually he comes up with the idea of selling vegetables and meat at Lestallum, to which Lightning only raises an eyebrow.

“Are you saying you want to run a farm?”

“Not exactly….? More of….an occupation such as that is the best way to get a positive reception from the Lucians….”

“Ravus, just say you want to run a farm.”

“….I would like to run a farm.”

Whenever Lightning gets too apprehensive with the idea, namely when Ravus, the man who can hardly move without wincing, suggests that he goes to find seeds to plant, he always finds something to make her pause.

“What happened to the little girl who thought it would be fun to run wild in the woods of Tenebrae? Knowing full well she was by the serpents cave?”

“She grew up.”

“And yet, she also thought it would be wise to try to save someone who was corrupted, and has the ability to possibly turn her into very tiny pieces?”

That image is not welcome to Lightning so she often times doesn’t bring up that argument anymore. Which thus begins the start of their regular walks! Brought on by Lightning saying that she needs to be around in case he provokes some demon, or he’s some sort of werewolf who gets all goopy at night, which are steadily growing until there’s only an hour of daylight left.

When Ravus is fully healed, he and Lightning take turns going out hunting, although by now, there is nothing but night so eventually they decide to just head out together. They’ve adopted a stray dog at this point and he helps guard the house. Along with Ravus’ rites to make their little farm act like one of the havens Lunafreya set up, although it is considerably weaker, even with Lightning to help boost him. They’ve both been reluctant to move to Lestallum, after hearing the news that Gladio gave them about it being a safe place. Ravus still is wary of the Lucians and wants nothing to do with them, other than the occasional selling and buying he originally had the idea of when beginning the farm.

However, his outlook changes when Lightning becomes pregnant, they’ve both never experienced anything like it, and with no-one around, it’s no mystery that they’re both scared. Ravus eventually comes to terms with the fact that his runes aren’t strong enough and he doesn’t want their child to be in constant danger. And Lightning readily agrees.

Ravus does have to swallow his pride and go to Lestallum, being recognized by none surprisingly, save for Cor, Monica and Aranea, who remain silent on the matter since they were briefed by Ignis. They integrate rather well into society, even if they are a bit awkward at trying to act normal. A group of mothers soon noticed Lightning is expecting and they end up overloading her head with way too many facts and making the poor girl paranoid.

“I haven’t seen you look so worried since you had accidentally thrown a frog at Regis-!”

“HOW DO YOU STRETCH, BUT NOT STRETCH TOO HARD?!”

“What-”

“Mrs. Smith said that if I don’t stretch, the baby won’t grow, but if I stretch too far, it’ll hurt the baby!!”

“I think maybe you should relax-”

“HOW CAN I RELAX WHEN YOUR CHILD IS GIVING ME ANXIETY?!”

Ravus eventually came to the decision to join the Kingsglaive and hunters in the quest to gain meteorshards, although in doing so he had to drastically change his style so no one would notice. Lightning was a big help to him in that as she helped him grow comfortable in using said weapons, as well as teaching him a different way to use his sword so he wouldn’t be recognizable. He also taught himself to tone down his strength unless no one was around.

Ravus has also picked up hunter slang, Lightning stared at him for a good minute the first time he used it. He says it made him sound normal, she begs to differ.

Lightning also helped make up a story abut how he got his prosthetic.

“’So, a daemon bit me, and I was sure to perish, yet! My wife came in and chopped off my arm! Stopping the blight from spreading and I remain indebted to her forever!’”

“I don’t sound like that at all! And I’m cutting out the indebted part!”

“Well, maybe you only owe me a kiss and that will pay off everything?”

Oh yeah, Lightning’s mood swings include her yelling “I NEVER THOUGHT I’D MISS THE FUCKING SUN!” and scaring poor Ravus half to death.

Ravus made sure to take at least a month off from the hunters when their baby was born, which was both a thrill and bittersweet for him and Lightning since their child would grow up without the sun. Along the course of the nine years they spent in Lestallum, they ended up with five kids, most of whom had Lightning’s mischievous nature.

Once Noctis returned, the kids were smitten with him, and although they had to act like they didn’t know each other, Ravus attempted to crush Noctis’ hand when he went in for a shake, leading to a silent battle of wills that Lightning had to break up.

OK BUT YO, THE LIGHT IS BACK. IS NOCT DEAD? IDK, I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT WOULD ACTUALLY HAPPEN BECAUSE AU AND STUFF.

So! Since the sun is back, the daemons are vanquished, Ravus and Light can go back to their farm with their new little army, all is good! OH LOOK, NOW I CAN ACTUALLY GET TO THE FARM PART.

Ok, but Ravus immediately tends to his garden once they settle in. He needs produce to sell after all, and given his family’s success with flowers, he raises some of the best veggies around. It’s not uncommon to see Ravus with a few of the kids as he shows them how to plant seeds as Lightning sits on the porch with the baby.

There is a notably more softer version of Ravus and Light, ngl. Ravus mumbled something one time about it being those damn kids, only for his daughter to run in and show him a flower she found, making him smile like an absolute nerd.

The dog will often be the one to round up the kids while they play, which is helpful because more than likely the minute Ravus or Lightning catch one kid, the one they caught previously is gone as well.

Ravus woke up one morning to see that Lightning had went and gotten him a bunch of plaid shirts, she played innocent but he acted unamused. Which is one of the reasons why he chased her through the house and throughly scared the kids when he managed to catch her and his so called ‘attack’ was just a kiss, and kisses are gross y u c k.

Speaking of the farmhouse, Ravus had to get used to having stairs right after the door, since they were on the upper floor, or the repurposed attic, there were stairs right outside the door. Ravus, having lived in a palace all his life and when they did live in the farm, it was never upstairs because they hadn’t repaired it yet, so needless to say- it took awhile for him to remember. It wasn’t uncommon during the first few days to be awoken by a scream and some colorful words as Ravus had taken a step and tumbled down the stairs.

Lightning keeps up appearances by hiding their weapons on the top shelf in the kitchen. Noctis visited once and was surprised to see them nowhere around, although with a glance up he did notice, and Lightning tried to play it off as just some china.

Snow and Serah are regulars to the farm as they love the homegrown feel to it. Serah often talks about how she would like to run a chocobo ranch, which surprised Lightning because she thought her sister wanted to be a teacher. Although eventually Serah confessed that she was thinking that if she had a chocobo ranch AND a school, it would attract more students for her to teach.

HOLY COW, I’M SO SORRY, I WENT SO FAR OFF TOPIC????????? I WENT INTO THE WHOLE ORGINS OF THEM GETTING THE FARM, WENT INTO WORLD OF RUIN FOR SOME REASON, BUT COULDN’T COME UP WITH ANYTHING ACTUALLY BASED ON FARMER RAVUS.

WOW, I AM SO SORRY!!!

BUT IT’S A BEAUTIFUL IDEA YOU HAD, ANON!!!! I HONESTLY COULDN’T ADD ANYTHING TO IT TO MAKE IT BETTER!

Although I do want to share this little tidbit from the Lightis discord, idk why but it amused me! “Alright, farmer life it is.”

I HAVE NO IDEA WHY BUT IT MAKES ME CHUCKLE?

I chuckle at random things, I’m sorry.

Any how, I hope this weird storyline-headcannon thing was at least a fun read?? I’m so sorry I couldn’t add anything of value!

#ravus nox fleuret #lightning farron #sfw #SDRFTGHJKLM THIS MADE ME HAPPY WHILE WRITING THIS OOF #IDK WHY BUT RAVUS AND LIGHTNING JUST SETTLING DOWN???#I LIVE FOR THAT #Ravus x Lightning #Raire #Final Fantasy XV #Final Fantasy XIII #Silver responds!!#Why did I do a Voltron ramble for awhile?#Dad Kogane needs justice tho #TELL US HIS NAME #FFXV #ffxiii #yee some of these things are little references to my fan fiction im working on!!!

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hamimagines · 7 years

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My Dearest, (Reader X Thomas Jefferson/Alexander Hamilton)

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Warnings: The World’s Unhealthiest Relationships™ (cheating etc etc etc) a lil steamy

Request- “REQUESTS ARE OPEN HELL YES. I have been holding onto this idea for so long, trying to find the right blog to send it to and here you are. This is so cheesy. Forgive me. I was thinking maybe Jefferson and [reader] might've had a thing but then he left for France, shit happened, [reader] got close to Hamilton and he went heart eyes but then TJeff comes home and #drama?!! This is so ridiculous I'M SORRY.”

A/N -( You know when you already have a ton of sequels to write, but you can’t help ending things on a cliffhanger? oops)

Songs (I gave everyone anthems idk)-

Reader- yes girl -- Bea Miller

Thomas- Habits (Stay High) -- Tove Lo

Alex- I Know A Place -- MUNA

For the lil’ baby smut scene- Wrong -- MAX ft. Lil Uzi Vert

(^^^^^PLEASE DEAR GOD LISTEN TO THIS SONG MAX HAS NICE HAIR AND ABS AND A HIGH VOICE AND I LIKE LIL UZI VERT’S RAP STYLE AND I JUST REALLY LOVE THIS SONG OKAY)

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The first time you saw him was...well, not ideal. You were walking from your house to the store, just to pick up some milk, nothing big or serious, and he’d walked into the store like a puffed out peacock. He was a total celebrity, people instantly started talking to him. You has no interest, and you thought that was why he noticed you. Your drool stayed firmly in your mouth and your knees were nowhere near weak. Well, until he approached you.

“Do you need any help with that?” He’d asked. You sighed and gave the usual response that you were fine. It was a two-pound bag of flour and some bottles of milk, less than the weight of a baby, and since that was all men like him tended to think women were good for, you figured he would take the hint. But of course, he didn’t.

“I’m Thomas Jefferson.”

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you.” You shifted the weight of the flour and stuck your hand out for him to shake. You hadn’t had many interactions with men of high standing and didn’t really know how to act. But to your surprise, Thomas leaned down and brought your hand lightly to his lips. Your skin tingled long after he pulled away. You nodded awkwardly and started towards the squat woman at the counter, setting your items down. She smiled knowingly and you glanced behind you to see that Thomas followed.

“Here let me.” He placed several notes on the counter.

“No no no.” You shoved them back. “I can take care of myself.”

“Please.” he scoffed. “I’m rich.” He pushed the paper back and the woman took them before you could object, making a note in her book. “Besides,” Thomas picked up the flour and milk bottles, “if I didn’t pay for these I wouldn’t have an excuse to walk you home.”

You were so shocked at his boldness that your brain couldn’t find the words to protest before you were out of the store and walking back towards your house. “You really don’t want to meet my family.” you said when you gained composure. “They are a lot of them and they’re...well...eccentric, Mr. Jefferson.”

“Please, call me Thomas.”

You looked up at him. “Then you must call me Y/N.”

“I was hoping I could, Y/N.” He winked at you and continued to walk forward. You blushed and kept your head down. It was early in autumn and the leaves were just starting to change, casting an orange tint on the roadways you’d known your entire life.

“I come from a big family too.” Thomas commented, interrupting your thoughts.

“Really?” you asked. He didn’t seem the type.

“Thousands of siblings, it seems.” He laughed lightly. “You actually had to fight for attention. It was ridiculous.”

You nodded. That explained the demeanor he had...and the suit. “This is my house.” You said awkwardly. You were slightly embarrassed by the state it was in. It was a large house with a sizable yard, but it had seen better days.

“Wonderful.” Thomas gave you a grandiose smile and walked right up to your front door, stepping in without so much as an invitation. You quickly hurried after him so that your family wouldn’t be shocked and start to push him out upon sight.

You rushed in just as your mother came around to see Thomas.

“Oh, Y/N! Who’s your friend?” she asked cheerily. Leave it to your mother to get excited any time your and another man stood near each other.

“This is Mist- Thomas.” He flashed an award-winning smile at your use of his first name. “Thomas Jefferson. He came to help me with the groceries.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” he said cordially.

“What do you do, Mister Jefferson?”

“Many things. I’m currently staying in a town nearby working on a very important document. I was taking a walk to clear my head when I met your lovely daughter. Your face heated ever so slightly. He was such a proper man. He was someone you could really see yourself with.

But a lot had changed since that day.

Letters. Letters and letters and letters. Never anything more. Paper was all you ever saw of him. When he was done writing and he left you behind in Philadelphia to move back to his home in Virginia. Years apart. Years. And he was doing this to you again as he stayed in Paris.

“It’s just a short trip.” he’d said to you. “I’m going there to meet with Benjamin Franklin, and when I’m back we’ll be married.”

“Do you promise?”

“The moment I’m off the boat.”

But it was Thomas, of course. So when you heard the Mister Franklin had offered up his position as Minister to France to your love, you knew there was no way he’d turn it down. And so, letters. Lots of letters.

It was good, you supposed. Your mother needed the extra help since your father passed away about a month after you and Thomas had officially starting courting. That had been an amazing day. For eight years, Thomas had kept your hope of a life with him alive. Through the letters and occasional meetings and stolen kissed in the moonlight, and yes, letters. You weren’t stupid. You were never under the impression that he was faithful only to you during these eight years. He was a man of power after all. That’s why you had been so excited when he all but got down on one knee before he left.

Well, that short vacation stretched on for months. It turned to a job, that lasted for years. His letters had slowed in their frequency after about two years, and you hadn’t received a new one in six months.

Three years. Three years in addition to the other eight, and you decided that you’d had enough. You moved to a new city. You started a new life. You were going to live without him. You were going to stop waiting for Thomas Jefferson.

The last letter he’d sent was a consolation for your mother passing away. Consolation in the form of money. Money that you’d never asked for, but you certainly weren’t going to let waste. All your sibling were well off with jobs or spouses, and you couldn’t bear staying in that big, empty, rotting house on your own. So you took the money he’d sent you and you moved to New York. You got a job as a tailoress. It was barely enough to keep you afloat and you slept in the shop because you didn’t have enough to keep your own home. All sorts of people came through here.

You learned how to mend socks, uniforms, even hats. Your favorite was the soldiers, though. They were never shy about sharing their war stories. You were always more fascinated than the other girls, but you couldn’t help it. They spun tales of brawls and spies and freedom. It was easy to get caught up in what they said.

One day you were helping your overseer Richard take the measurements of a man you appeared to be in need of a very official looking uniform, one you’d never seen before. You were instantly drawn in.

Richard did not always approve of you talking to the clients, so you waited until he left the room to approach this man. He staring at the wall blankly. You found yourself wondering what was on his mind.

“Excuse me?” you asked quietly so as not to scare him.

His head darted toward you. He smiled, but it didn’t feel genuine. “Yes?”

“I hope you don’t mind my asking, but what is this coat for.”

His mouth hung open slightly. “The war.”

“It’s rather different than the war uniforms I’ve seen here before.” You bit your tongue so as to not talk too quickly.

“My job is...different.” he looked down.

“You seem dejected by that.” You pretended to busy yourself by sitting at a table and folding fabrics that had already been folded. “Do you not favor the war?”

“No! No, I’m in full support of it.” He looked away from you. “Just wish I was more than a secretary.” he mumbled so you almost couldn’t hear him. Several moments of silence passed, but you did not leave the room. “What about you?” he asked suddenly. “Why do you tailor?”

“It’s not terrible work.” You shrugged.

He chuckled. “Yes, I know. I lived with one while I attended King’s College. What I mean is, why work at all? Why not stay home?”

You looked up and saw that he was much closer than he had been before. “I...I have nowhere else to go.”

“Really? No husband or parents or children?”

You nearly winced at the word husband. “Nobody.” you hesitated to say.

He nodded thoughtfully. “Me either.”

Richard came through the door then, and you quickly looked away from the man.

“Well, Alexander. What about this?” You dared a glance upward. Richard was holding a swatch of fabric out to him. The man looked from you to the fabric, like he was just remembering why he had come here.

“Uh, yes, That should be fine. Thank you.”

“Perfect! It’ll be ready in a week’s time.”

He nodded and turned from Richard quickly back to you, leaning over the table so your face was near his.

“Tell me. What’s your name?”

“Y/N.” you said quietly. The warning look Richard was giving you made your voice go quiet. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

He smiled. A real smile this time. And it was different than anyone you were accustomed to seeing from any men before. “I’m Alexander Hamilton.” His eyes met yours and smile cautiously spread across your lips.

“Okay...” you whispered. His dark eyes moved back and forth across your face.

“Okay.” He pressed his hands against the table lightly. “I’ll let you get back to working, Y/N.” He stood and turned from you.

You called out to him just before he reached the front door. “Alexander!” He turned around with eyebrows raised. “You should smile more. It suits you.”

His eyes glistened. “I’ll try to remember that.” He inclined his head towards Richard. “Thank you. I’ll be back in a week.”

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him leave. Richard gave you a disappointed look. “There’s no need to be such a whore.” he commented.

Alexander didn’t come back a week later. He came in the very next day.

“Mister Hamilton! Unfortunately, I don’t have anything prepared yet.”

“Oh, that’s fine!” Alexander said breathlessly, barely even acknowledging Richard. He was looming straight at you. “I’m actually here to see Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. You were working at the same spot you had been yesterday, but this time several other working girls were there with you. They started to giggle and smile and point before all clearing away from you as soon as Alex came over. You stood and met him half way.

“Me?”

“Yes. I...I wanted to ask you if you’d come with me to a ball tonight. It’s one of several parties that will be thrown before many of us leave for the war.” His eyes were wide and earnest, but they seemed to always hold a certain type of exhaustion behind them.

“I...You....You wanted to take me with you?”

Alexander nodded. “If you would like.”

You searched desperately for words to say knowing that everyone in the room, especially Alexander, were watching you very closely. “Forgive me for asking but, why?”

“Why what?”

“Why me? We’ve only just met.”

“And? I find you fascinating, and I want to know you more. We seem so similar.” You couldn’t argue with that. “So? Will you?” he persisted.

A million thoughts rushed through your head. What was he implying? You didn’t want to get involved with anyone else. You liked your life the way it was, and you didn’t want to waste another eleven years pining after someone. But then you looked at Alexander’s nervous face, and you just couldn’t bear to crush his spirits. It was one ball, and you had, quite literally, nothing to lose.

“I...I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”

“Wouldn’t hurt?” One of the workers, Katarina, chimed in quickly. “She’d love to.” Katarina gave Alexander a cordial smile. He glanced at you, and you nodded, signaling that you agreed with her. A huge grin spread across his face.

“Great! I’ll come by here again later tonight.” He took your hand and kissed it gently. Your mind flashed to your first interactions with Thomas. His smooth skin and strong arms. His charming words and his dark brown eyes, not dissimilar to Alexander’s.

You smiled at him as he rose again. “Tonight.” you confirmed. He gave you one last smirk before he turned and left.

The moment the door closed. You were covered in a wash of skirts and perfume and excited voices.

“You didn’t tell us you were being courted!”

“What’s his name?”

“Where’s he from?”

“He’s so wonderful!”

Despite Richard’s best efforts, not much work got done that afternoon. Questions were thrown this way and that. You tried to answer them, but truthfully, all you knew was his name and that he didn’t like his job much, whatever it was.

The girls insisted that you prepared yourself as much as you could. They spent most of the day taking pieces of older dresses laying around the shop and mixing them into a gown that fit your approval. Abigail took you to the back where everyone slept. She sat you down on a stool and started doing your hair up.

“Are you nervous?”

You fiddled with your hands. “Do I seem nervous?”

“Very.”

You sighed. “I just...I don’t know if I want to be with anyone right now.”

Her hands paused on your head for a moment. “Why? Not to be rude, but you’re definitely of age.”

You chuckled. “I’m well aware of that.”

“Then why?”

You looked at the bed. If you let your mind wander enough, you could almost see him there, calling you darling and making empty promises.

“I’ve had some in issues in the past, you could say.”

“He seems like a nice man.” Abigail started to stick pins in your hair. You shrugged. You couldn’t really say whether he was nice or not. Everything was all so fast and new. “Y/N.” Abigail was in front of you now, looking you in the eye. “Never be afraid to love someone.”

“Y/N! The gown is ready! Put it on quickly! Before Alexander gets here!” Margaret called from the front room.

He arrived in a charming military suit. He took your hand and lead you out to the small carriage he’d brought. “I’m sorry it’s not a lot, but...wow. You look amazing.”

You smiled at Alex while he helped you into the front quarter. Once you were both settled and the carriage took off, you found yourself silently staring out the window. Your mind kept wandering back to Thomas. What was he doing right now? Who was he with? Did he ever think of you anymore?

“You seem worried. Did I do something wrong?” Alex asked cautiously, though the nervousness in his tone could still be heard.

“No, I’ve-It’s been awhile since I’ve been to such an event...with such a man.” you admitted.

“You seem pretty dejected.”

You internally cursed yourself. Romanticizing your past relationships was definitely not the way to start a new one. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be such a pain.”

Alex quickly held his hands up and shook his head. “No! It’s not like that at all! You just seem really upset, and I only wonder why, if I’m not overstepping. You don’t have to come with me if you don’t want to.” He tried to hide it, but his face fell slightly.

“I do want to come with you, Alex.” You resisted putting your hands on him. It would be too improper.

Alex pursed his lips like he was analyzing you. After a moment of intensely awkward silence, he spoke.“Who did this to you?”

“Who- what? What do you mean?” There was no way he could know. How could he know?

“You’ve been in love, and it didn’t go well.” Your body tensed. “It’s really quite obvious - to me, at least. You’re an attractive woman, but you’ve never married. Your mind sometimes looks like it’s somewhere else. And you’re not very...well, comfortable in the presence of most men. So either you had a terrible father, or a terrible courter, or both. Who am I to say?” He looked up at you slowly at the end of his speech, and his eyes glinted with a certain confidence that you were accustomed to, but it was more playful somehow. He wore a smirk on his face like he’d won an award.

“That’s an excellent observation, sir.” You crossed your arms, feeling the need to guard yourself.

“You can trust me, Y/N. Like I said, I want to get to know you, even if you think it’s bad.” He paused stared at him. “Tell me about him.” Your jaw dropped slightly. “Really.”

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat. Alex’s eyes were kind and understanding. You felt safe rather than pressured. “He was charming. Proper in nearly every way. He always knew just what to say at the right time.” You felt yourself getting lost in the memory. “He was perfect, or at least, it felt like he was. But he was never around. Moving here and there. Eleven years he had me convinced someday he’d just come and take me and make me his wife, and then one day all that just...stoppped. So I left the state.” You sighed and stared at the window. The carriage had stopped, and you could faintly hear music coming from the nearby building.“How long have we been here?” You swiveled your head to Alex.

“Awhile, but I didn’t want to stop you.” You flushed and avoided his eyes. “I’m sorry he treated you that way for so long. It sounds like your still hurting.”

“I’m not!” You were quick to defend. Alexander gave you a look “I don’t want to be.” Your fingers nervously intertwined in the lace of your gown. “I’m...I’m so sorry, but I think this was a mistake.”

Alex nodded and opened the carriage door. He started to get out. You hadn’t meant to upset him so much for him to abandon you there. You were about to speak up and apologize to him, but then he turned around and stuck his hand out for you to take.

“I’m not saying you have to come with me. You say the word and I’ll take you back, but you deserve a night of fun. Let me help you.”

You smiled and let your fingers touch his. “I’d love that.”

You started to see Alex regularly after that night. You learned about his family or lack thereof, his past, his reasons for coming to New York, you learned everything. You like the mess of him. The excitement he always had, how he wore his emotions on his sleeve, the way that he stuttered every once in awhile when his brain was moving faster than his mouth. He was real, and he was honest with you. He regularly visited you at the shop, and he took you every ball the army put on.

At one such occasion, about a month into your friendship with Alex, you were messing around, teasing and joking with him by hiding somewhere in the huge venue and running away the second he found you. You knew you were acting childish, but you didn’t care. You weren’t expected to be agreeable and proper anymore. You hadn’t had this much fun in eleven years.

Alex was encroaching on your current hiding spot. You shrunk back against the door, hoping the frame would hide you from him. It didn’t, of course, and he quickly found you. You laughed and tried to run away, but then he caught your arm and pulled you back.

His face was calm, but his eyebrows were raised in silent question. He grabbed both your forearms and started to gently push you backward, never once breaking eye contact. You back hit the wall. His tan fingers ran over your cheek, and his mouth parted slightly, as did yours. “I’m sorry, I just...” he whispered. His eyes traveled to your lips

You shook your head. “It’s okay.” You pushed yourself up and kissed him fiercely. An animalistic urge took you over. This kiss was raw and intense and real and anything but Jefferson.

Alex’s hand went through your hair and pulled your head back, breaking the contact with him. Your eyes lidded as you tried to catch your breath. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”

“Then don’t stop.” you breathed. Alex smirked and brought his lips back to yours. His hand rubbed along your side, up your chest, to your neck and then face. He pressed his body against yours.

He moved his mouth to your cheek, jaw, and neck, speaking between each kiss. “Please. Let. Me. Court. You.”

You bit your lip and let out a ‘yes’ that was more of a moan than anything else, but he seemed to get it because his hips thrust ever so lightly against yours. You let your head fall back against the wall, and your back arched forward.

Alex kneeled and for a moment you were confused, but then he started to lift up your skirt. “Alex!” You shouted. “There are people downstairs, someone could walk by at any time!”

“Well, I guess that’s their problem then, isn’t it?” He smirked before dipping his head underneath your skirt. You smiled and, covering your mouth with your hand, slumped against the wall, totally in his capable care.

When Alex brought you back to the shop later that night, you were practically floating through the air. You couldn’t sleep no matter how long you lay there. Your mind was swirling with images and plans with Alex, and yes, Thomas too, but for once you weren’t sad about him.

A knock sounded on the door. Only a few of the other girls woke up. One, Katarina, got up and lit a candle. Their faces were scared. Richard came through the door holding a candle of his own. “You’re all here? Are you alright?”

“Yes, we’re fine but who is that?” More girls were waking up now and asking the same questions.

“I’ll go see. Stay here,” Richard commanded. “Whoever it is may have bad intentions.”

“He may act rude sometimes, but at least he’s protective.” Katarina commented.

You all stayed quiet and listened very intently. It sounded like whoever was there was a man. Richard came through not long after with a look of annoyance.

“It’s for you, Miss Y/L/N,” he said with venom. Your brow furrowed. You asked Katarina to come with you, which of course so turned into most of the girls.

When you got out to the front of the shop, you were met with a tired looking young man you’d never seen before. He looked relieved to see you.

“Thank God! I traveled so far to find you. Y/N Y/L/N?”

You nodded slowly. “That’s me.”

“These are for you. They’ve been sitting around forever and they won’t stop coming in. I’m sure when I get back there will be at least a dozen more. You should tell your friends your address has changed.”

You barely registered what he said because as he was talking he picked up a large sack and dumped a pile of paper onto the floor.

Letters. Letters and letters and letters. Well over a year of lost letters.

There has to be at least a hundred. All addressed to you, from Paris, from Mister Thomas Jefferson.

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yooooo idk if you take requests but here's one of you want it???? so can i get SUPER fluffy wedding vows? for the rfa plus the minor trio? it's cool if you dont want to do it tho

I’m totally down to try requests!!!I feel like I’m kind of awkward with fluff and it always comes out more ‘Poetic’ than the cute fluff, so I don’t know if they’ll all meet the SUPER level of Fluff but I’ll sure try! I hope you like it, feel free to leave comments or constructive criticism!

Yoosung:

He’s shaking a little. Wiping his sweaty palms on his pants.

He takes a deep breath and

“MC, when we first met on the chat I was so nervous. I had talked to you for all of 5 minutes and I already knew I was going to fall in love with you. You were just so sweet, and kind, and whenever you got on the chat…Everything just felt better.”| “Then I realized I didn’t even know what love was. I thought love was that feeling I had whenever we talked on the phone, but no, not even close.” “Then I thought Love was the feeling of when I saw you in person for the first time. You looked like an angel, the type that revives players after the whole team has fallen. I thought you were going to revive me…But that still wasn’t love.” “Love wasn’t the first time we kissed.” “Love wasn’t moving in together” “Love was …Love was the little moments.” “Love was you cheering with me after winning a match even if you didn’t get LOLOL that much. Love was us taking care of each other while the other was sick. Covering each other with a blanket when we’d pass out after studying too hard. It was bringing surprise coffees to each other.” “Love is the look in my eyes right now, staring at you. And I hope you can see it and I hope you know it’s nowhere near as beautiful as you or your soul but it’s everything I have to offer you.” “Will you accept it MC? Will you accept my Love?”

Jaehee

She’s calm, she’s content.

She takes one of your hands in both of hers and stares into your eyes

“MC, I never expected this when we first met. I thought you were just going to be my new coworker, maybe friend at most. I didn’t expect you to make me the happiest woman alive.” “It’s funny how things change over time isn’t it? When you first joined the RFA I didn’t even trust you to throw a party, but now…Now I trust you with my life. With my love. With my eternal happiness. Because to make me happy all you have to do is be by my side, because you make the world so much better. You make everything more fun, more pure.” “I feel like because of my workplace appearance, everyone assumes I’m somewhat emotionless. Like I don’t have feelings, but I can tell you see me for so much more. But who knows, maybe you see more because I feel more when I’m with you. I used to aspire to be ‘successful’ but my idea of ‘Success’ was having a good job that I enjoyed, and while that’s a nice thought, I realize ‘Success’ is something else. “It’s those moments when we’re holding each other and watching movies. Those moments when we laugh together. Those moments when we’re both behind the counter of the coffee shop pouring different drinks, but we glance at each other and we both smile.” “I know this is Success because I don’t have any need to advance anymore. I’m content with this. I want the rest of my life to be like the way it is now.” “I want to spend the rest of my life with you MC”

Zen

He’s memorized his speech of course

He takes your hands in his, his touch is gentle

He takes a deep breath, ready to deliver his speech with all his gusto…but then lets it out his mouth slowly

This isn’t a performance, he reminds himself. This is true love.

“MC, as an actor I understand just how powerful words can be. But I can also understand how that power can be overlooked. Sometimes I get scared…scared that when I tell you “I love you” you don’t know I mean “I love you with all my heart and I could never dream of a life without you”. I get scared that you think my version of ‘Love’ is devalued because I use the word so much, that you don’t know how strongly I mean it. When I say I love you, I don’t mean ‘I like having you around’ I mean ‘I need you’. When I call you ‘My Love’ I’m not calling you my partner, I’m calling you my soulmate, my better half.”

A tear or two start welling up in his eye, but he can’t bare to talk his hands away from yours.

“And you’ve shown me a Love I’ve never had. All my life I felt unloved, until I became famous. Then I had strangers on the street telling me they loved me. And I expected that to fill this hole that had been growing in my heart, but it never quite did the job.” “I had grown up feeling like I couldn’t be truly loved because of the way I looked. I felt like people would like me for my face and body and they wouldn’t even pay mind to what I was really like. I felt like they’d ignore my flaws just to look at me.” “And the idea of someone looking past your flaws is nice, but not when they’re looking at someone who isn’t you. When people would ignore my flaws, it’s because they were looking at Zen.”

He gently squeazed your hands

No matter how much he had practiced his lines he still didn’t feel prepared

“Then there was the first time you said you loved me.”

“You did something thousands of fans and friends could not. You filled the hole in my heart. You taught me what it was to truly be loved. Not just for looks or talent, but for heart and soul as well. You didn’t ignore my flaws, you took them in your hands and showed them love and care. You said ‘We can work on them’.” “You were never looking at Zen, you were looking at me, Hyun Ryu. And I hope you choose to keep looking at him for the rest of our lives.”

Jumin

He’s staring into your eyes

He’s ready and jumps right into it

“MC. I love you.” “Every moment I’m with you is like the moment you first jump into a cold lake. The first time you jump out of a plane to skydive. That feeling you have when speeding down an empty highway at 100 mph with the top down. Being with you makes me feel things so intensely I thought my heart would burst the first time we met.” “You make me feel alive.” “I don’t think I’ll ever know what it is to ‘live’ again if you’re not with me. “ “I know we come from different places, I’m privileged enough to come from a place that many people don’t, and I haven’t always paid much attention to it. I’ve been…cold to others. You taught me what it is to show warmth, compassion, to other humans. You’ve made me such a better man, and I have no doubt you will only continue to do so. “

He takes your hands in his.

“But not only are you admirable for being kind, you are strong too. Most people are intimidated by my status, they roll over to appease me and offer nothing but their meek support. You are unafraid to tell me when I am wrong, when I am getting cold again. I know I have a long, long, way to go on my path to becoming a better person, and it’s your strength I need to keep me on track. “MC, if you promise to stay by my side and help me grow, I promise to give you everything you could ever want in life. Whether it be material things, or every ounce of love my heart produces. It’s all yours”

Saeyoung

“First of all I’d like to apologize. I always said we’d get married in a Space station…unfortunately the world isn’t that advanced yet and, MC, I can’t wait any longer. I want to marry you so badly…I hope you can forgive me for being impatient to spend the rest of my life with you.” “Second, I want to thank you. You saved me, not only from others, but from myself. If I hadn’t met you I’d be hunched over my computer right now, doing god knows what, instead of looking into the eyes of the most beautiful person in the world.” “I want to hold you in my arms forever, MC. I can see us now, just laying on a blanket staring at the night sky, talking about anything and everything, until our spaceship is ready. Then we’ll take a vacation out to space and take a trip around the earth. And you know what I will say to you everyday? Everyday I’ll tell you that I didn’t leave my world, because you’re my world. And it’ll be so cheesy and you’ll stop laughing after the hundredth time probably, but I’ll keep saying it so you never forget it MC. So you never forget that you are my everything.” “Will you allow me to be your everything? Will you marry me?”

Saeran

He’s fidgeting.

You guys didn’t invite a lot of people, but the 10 pairs of eyes staring are enough to make him uncomfortable

“Saeran we can save the vows and everythi-” You were gonna try offering to do it all later

“No” His eyes snapped to you instead of your friends and family. You took his hands in yours. He’s not big on PDA but it hand holding usually soothes him a bit so you hope it helps. He glances down and seems to relax a little, then looks back to you.

You guys didn’t invite a lot of people, but the 10 pairs of eyes staring are enough to make him uncomfortable

“I won’t lie, I’m a little uncomfortable right now. …I’m uncomfortable a lot of the time. My whole life has been pretty uncomfortable. But when I met you I saw…windows of time where I could be called…comfortable. The more time I spent with you the more ‘comfortable’ I got being around you. And eventually I think I found myself wanting to be near you. You’d come over and visit, and I’d find myself being disappointed when you’d leave.” “One day when you came over…our hands touched. Like they are right now. And…you did it slowly…softly…I could tell you were trying to not make me jump cause I know I have a habit of doing that…and that’s how I knew you cared. It was a little weird honestly, you had taken the time to notice how I reacted to things, and what…what made me comfortable. You cared in a way no one else had…and yet again I felt uncomfortable. But a new uncomfortable. I usually wanted to be left alone, but now…being in solitude made me feel upset. I wanted you near me forever.”

“So that’s why we’re here I suppose.”

He cast a glance towards the small crowd, then back to you. You had a smile on your face, encouraging him on.

“You make me feel like you care about me. And I want you to know… I care about you. A lot. And I always want you near me. And… I’ll do whatever I can to make you comfortable by my side.”

“So…MC…I want to marry you. And be with you forever.”

Jihyun/ V

He was calm and ready

He took his glasses off, usually in public he keeps them on because people get distracted by the slight fog to them, but this was about him and you.

“MC…Words can’t begin to describe the joy I feel right now. Part of me considered just presenting a slideshow of pictures that express how I feel. A shot of a beach at twilight. Two orchids, stems and petals intertwined, swaying in the breeze. A panoramic that shows the moon rising and the sun setting…

“I feel like when we’re together we create a path that the universe didn’t plan for, a path that’s spontaneous and beautiful. We’re an anomaly, no one saw it coming, not even us, but now that it has, every moment is pure magic. And I’d like to walk that path holding your hand every step along the way. When we’re together it’s impossible for me to feel pain. I’ve suffered from incidents along the way in life…but those moments when you look at me with a smile on your face, when you laugh at something silly, when you hug me each time you see me as a greeting…any injury I’ve ever had heals a little more.

“We walked down this aisle, and now I ask you to walk a little more..because I love you more than anything else in the world.”

“Will you walk this path of life with me forever, MC?

Vanderwood

He was oh so confident. Staring everyone in the audience in there eyes with a slight smirk on his face

Then he saw you and he lost his cool a bit

You walked down the aisle towards him and he just

Gulped. Lost his composure for a second, but pulled it back together as you took the spot across from him

“Damn Babe you look good” He said, mouth slightly agape still

The Priest coughed a bit as a slight reprimand for his vocabulary.

“Oh, sorry.” Vanderwood cleared his throat.

“MC..I uh, I suck at words so I’m sorry if this all seems underwhelming…Just know…I uh, feel a lot more than what I’m about to say. Ok? Ok.”

Another deep breath. He’s not used to feeling shook like this.

“We met under some of the weirdest circumstances ever, like that shit could be a video game or movie or something. And I never believed in a ‘higher power’ or anything but…looking back I can’t feel like everything that happened, happened by coincidence. Had we not met in that situation would we have gotten as close as we did? I…I don’t know that we would have. It’s moments when your life’s in danger that you see someone for who they really are…and I saw that you were sweet, and kind, and still somehow a badass.”

The Priest didn’t even try

“You risked your life to help your friends, and to protect me, a stranger at the time. You have to be one hell of a person to do that. And you are one hell of a person. Even if I hadn’t known it instantly, I would find out after spending time with you. Time that I cherish every moment of, because…because I love you. And I want to spend more time with you, a lot more…so I look forward to us getting married and spending the rest of our lives together.”

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A Kiss on The Moon Multi-chaptered fanfic. Klance fic, Keith pov the whole way through. Punk! Keith and Pastel! Lance. - Listen, if I didn’t get so terrified to speak my emotions, I would have been already with lots of people. I’m just too afraid to show my emotions, which gets me hurt. Honestly, I can live with it, I don’t mind, but I can’t tell you how many times someone has called me an asshole for not wanting to talk about my problems. I just like getting lost in my own motions. Lost in my own head, and music, I hear my phone buzz. I started reaching for my phone, it's too far away I can’t make it, wait- fuck yeah, I finally got it. It’s a text message from Hunk, a friend I met in late high school. [Funky Hunk] yo dude, come out to the movies with me or something. [Outgoing] hmmm I don’t know, convince me [Funky Hunk] ugh fine. I’ll buy you ice cream :/ [Outgoing] Alright I’m convinced but let's go roller skating [Funky Hunk] are you for real??? I always feel like puking when we go roller skating >:^(. [Outgoing] haha that’s your fault ;P [Funky Hunk] You suuuuuck [Outgoing] and you swallow ;) [Funky Hunk] You got me there [Outgoing] so when do you want to meet up? [Funky Hunk] Maybe in like two hours? Will that give you enough time? [Outgoing] hmmmmm I should think so? [Funky Hunk] Sweet okay! Meet cha there yo I started to play with my lip piercings, contemplating whether on going or not. I honestly haven’t moved from my bed, so it’ll be nice to go out… …or you know stay in. Nah, I’ll go out- but Netflix calls me. Nope I told Hunk I would go out, so I’m going out that’s final. Okay Keith, just stand up, now head to the bathroom. I am such a good motivator. My breath smells so bad what the fuck? Fuck, quickly brush my teeth. There y’ah go Keithy- Did I just call myself Keithy… Noted to never call myself Keithy ever again. I exit the bathroom to browse through my clothes. Black, black, black, a little bit of grey, and more black. Fuck I don’t have a lot of color choices. I decided on some black skinny jeans with holes in them. I threw on some random band tee and a jean jacket with multiple patches on. Do I even look cool? What’s my status? Why do I even care if I look cool?? I decided to check my phone, still an hour and and half left. Fuck might as well do my hair as well, bed head to the extreme honestly. I bust out my hair straightener and my best hair brush. I just have to be careful not to spend a lot of time on my hair. And I’m gonna be late, I quickly check my phone. Fuck, I literally have two minutes to meet them there and it takes 15 minutes to get there. Fucking running to the place now. I put on some inspirational music, or more like 90’s punk rock songs, because who doesn’t like that. Fuck 6 minutes to go, I’m officially late but I’m sure hunk can forgive me for being just a few minutes late. “Hey Keith!” I see Hunk waving at me, he’s also standing next to this other guy. I finally caught up to them. “Keith, did you get my message? It said I’m bringing my friend, Lance.” I look at the both of them. Hunk then Lance. Hunk was wearing his usual hoodie, loose pants, and a bandana on his head. Lance was wearing a pastel mint shirt that said, ’IDK’ In big bold letters, with some bright pastel pink pants, with a black jacket wrapping around his waist. He stuck out like a sore thumb compared to the rest of us, who basically looked like a punk group, and he was our groupie or something. I look at Lance and say, “So do you always look like you came out of a cotton candy machine or” Lance looked a little confused at my statement. “Well, if you’re implying that I always look sweet enough to eat than yes I do.” He gives me a wink. Oh no is he going to be that person that flirts with everyone. God, I hate those people. I rolled my eyes while Hunk gave an awkward chuckle. “So, should we head out roller skating now or like?” Hunk says while signaling to start walking towards the skating rink. We both nod and start walking in that direction. “Keith, I’ve known Lance since middle school, we go way back. I’m surprised you guys haven’t met or hung out before.” I shrugged my shoulders, I only just met the kid today, it’s weird that Hunk only just introduced us. “Well, I have met Keith back in high school, he was in two of my classes. I was that kid that sat in the back and pissed off our teachers all the time.” Wait was he that kid that always wore shirts with weird slogans and would make jokes every five seconds. That guy, Lance? He has to be joking. “No, you have to be pulling my fucking leg. Damn you made a transformation.” I look him up and down. How the fuck did he turn in to this shy mess? This boy had a huge glow up and I’m not complaining. Lance nodded his head to my remark. Honestly, I felt like my jaw dropped. “Come on you two weirdos, let's go before I change my mind in wanting to do this” Hunk had a slight awkwardness in his voice but that was usual, most of the time. We honestly looked sketchy, I mean just Hunk and I, Lance still looked like he was kidnapped by us. We got our roller skates and found a nice table to put our skates on. “So…” Lance turned to me and smirked. “Do you always look like you belong in Hot Topic?” Yikes, he’s got me there. I coughed, not really knowing what to say. Hunk laughed at his joke. "Lance one, Keith zero" Lance gave a quick wink, to his remark but I scoffed, just thinking that he's stupid to think he can one up me. We finally laced up our skates and headed on to the roller rink. Hunk was holding on to the railing, trying not to fall. Does he know he can’t hold on to it forever? I however, look okay, I’m not the best but I’m doing it. All of the sudden I see Lance quickly pass me, while he stuck out his tongue. I see how it is. I start skating faster. We’re both neck to neck. Both of us don’t really know how we’re gonna win but, one of us will, and it’s not going to be Lance. Suddenly, he crashes into the fucking wall, jesus fucking christ. I skate over to him to see if he’s okay. I lend my hand out to help him up. “You alright buddy?” He looks up at me, trying to hide that he’s not about to cry and holy fuck is this boy pretty. Wait what the fuck?

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