#most of those were just traveled through tho

[bunnys-kisses]

swordsman

roronoa zoro

cw: pwp/smut, possessive!zoro, rough sex, outdoor (ship) sex, jealous!zoro, nipple/breast play

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zoro didn't mind many things. he was preoccupied with other things to focus on the specific details of the day to day of the ship. but the one thing that set him off was quite simple.

the sight of another man flirting with his girl.

while he didn't mind for the most part when sanji did it, but when it was strangers that luffy was showing good graces too. that was not acceptable. luffy had let these pirates on board and while you were helping them move their stuff, the men's gazes lingered on your backside as you walked past.

it made zoro tighten his grip on his swords before he came over to be your shadow to keep men like that away. he put a hand on your hip and leaned down to kiss you on top of your head.

"what's goin' on, zoro?" you asked as you looked up at him, but was just met with another kiss. zoro was rarely affectionate in front of others. he never saw the need to perform romance in from of others.

"want to make sure you're alright." he nodded as he pulled away marginally. his hand lingered for a moment before he continued to follow you.

you chuckled, "oh now you're worried i can't handle things." you put down what you were carrying and pinched your lover's cheek. then leaned up into a kiss.

"i don't like how they're lookin' at ya." he said as he wrapped his arms around you. he pushed you into his chest, strong arms protected you as he looked over your head to glare at their vistors.

you held onto the front of his top and smiled into his warmth, "oh, zoro." you chuckled, "i can handle them if they got too handsy." then looked up at him with a smile, "plus, i don't want anyone else."

his hand reached down to your ass and gave it a firm grab and chuckled darkly when you yelped. jealousy boiled up into his chest as he gave the other men one last look.

he then said to your quietly, "meet me in the crow's nest after dinner."

you giggled into your hand as he walked away. what a possessive swordsman, you thought. it was like he staked claim on you and has not let any man outside of the crew talk to you.

you knew their gazes were lingering, but you thought it was something to be proud about. to know that you still got it. you turned back to your guests and led them to where they'd be staying tonight.

and yes, their gazes were on your behind as you brought them through the ship.

-

after dinner, the sun was still out. the days were longer now, which meant that when zoro started to undress you in the crow's nest. there was a glow to your skin by the late afternoon light.

his hands were on your breasts as you were straddling his waist. you had to attempt to be quiet as he gave slow licks to your sensitive nipples.

"you think you can let them look at ya like a piece of meat?" he grumbled against your skin, "that's my ass they're looking at."

you pulled on his green hair and made his eyes meet yours, "you mean it's my ass."

he shoved his head back between your breasts and replied, "what's yours is mine." his large hands felt up your breasts and tugged on your nipples playfully while he gave the flesh well deserved attention.

"you're such a brat." you grumbled as you touched his hair some more. you felt warm from his touches, those strong fingers massaged the tender flesh of your breasts.

it wasn't long before he grew bored of simple kisses and laid out out in the crow's neck and started to undress you further. it was your little getaway from the crew, the only place that you could have some privacy and get intimate.

"you look good." he praised. his hands traveled your sides towards your hips, "too good."

you reached out for him and pulled yourself up by his shoulders to kiss him. your arms held onto his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your back to keep your supported.

he was so strong, it was admirable. even though he could be a bit harsh. he was your strong swordsman, despite the streak of possessiveness.

"don't worry." you whispered in his ear, "i'd only ever want you." then he put you back down on the floor of the nest. he man handled you onto your hands and knees with your face pressed against the wood. he rubbed his cock up against your slick entrance. he sighed at the feeling of your pussy.

he was never a man to crumble to his knees, but the feeling of your sweet cunt had his mind going blank. he groaned to himself as he teased your slit, the feeling left a thumping in his veins. he knew his face was flushed, and you knew if you were looking at him, you'd notice it too.

"how does it feel?"

"if you're going to keep teasing me, i'm going to explode." you grumbled into your arms as you used them to cushion your face. you inhaled deeply when he slipped his cock into you.

you both hissed together as he bottomed out into you. his cock reached as far as it would go. you clawed into the floor of the nest as you tried to relax your body to accommodate his size.

"yeah... shit." he grumbled to himself as he started to rock against you. his thrusts were strong and methodical. you could feel your heart in your throat as he fucked you up in that crow's nest.

"shit. please. zoro." you groaned as you back arched. the sounds of your bodies coming together filled the air and a part of zoro hoped that your guests for the night could hear the both of you.

they didn't need to be staring at what he owned.

he held you hips as he moved you back and forth on his cock. it was so much easier in that position. it let the green-haired man bury his cock as deep as he needed to be.

you tried to meet his pace as you worked together to make each other feel good. your moans were higher pitched, and it made zoro quite happy. he hoped that bastards could hear you.

"feels good." you grumbled against the floor.

zoro grabbed your ass cheek and then gave is a quick smack in a teasing manner, "i'm glad. i want to make you feel good." he was hunched over you, sweat made his muscle glisten in the afternoon light.

he was encouraged by your noises. he wanted to see how quickly he could get you to orgasm. to watch you fall apart while he speared his cock into you. it made him hot all over as he continued to thrust his cock in and out of your sweet cunt.

"you're mine." he growled.

"yes." you panted, feeling in an altered state with the rush of pleasure through your body. a part of you got off to the idea of zoro being your possessive shadow. such a strong man paired with someone like you.

you weren't defenseless, your abilities allowed you to be a valuable asset. but to have your physically imposing boyfriend fuck you like your lives depended on it. it was a euphoric rush that left you gasping and moaning as he drilled his cock into you.

"please, zoro."

"i got you." he said as he felt close to his climax. he could tell from your short words that the pleasure had muddled your brain. he worked your body quickly.

your eyes felt like they were going to roll back into your head. your heart raced and your body, despite cramped in the crow's nest, felt electrified with pleasure.

with a few more heavy thrusts he finished inside of you. you clenched around his cock and finished as well. zoro put you onto your back and leaned over you.

he smiled down at you like a madman, there was no stopping him. you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for a heated kiss. there was no stopping you either.

-

the next morning your guests left the ship when you hit land. you hobbled around the ship as there was a 'pain' in your back. everyone knew what happened in the several hours you were in the crow's nest.

you tried to play it off, but zoro put an arm around you and puffed his chest out with pride. he fucked you repeatedly, he made you squirm and moan. and nobody was taking his girl away, ever.

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[reputationgf]

summer went away, still the yearning stays.

kaz brekker x grisha.

genre - slight angst, fluff.

summary - Three years ago you were taken away from Kaz to Ravka to train as a Grisha, now you found your way back to him and he was your again, Kaz Rietveld was yours again.

word count - 2.3k

a/n : hi wow writing after a long time !! also the summary of this sucks lowkey but we roll <33 please reblog/comment it makes my day <33

leave reqs here !! (no promises tho)

The little palace never felt like home. Something about being considered superior and the ongoing talks about how being a grisha was a gift by the saints, one meant to be cherished made you irritated. Being a grisha was what took your real life away, took you away from a person you cared for the most, Kaz brekker.

Kaz brekker was known by many names be it the bastard of the barrel or dirtyhands but you never knew him as those, to you he simply was Kaz Rietveld, to you he would always be the boy who was caring and smart and broken. Life hadn't been kind to him and it probably still wasn't.

When you both were fourteen and were roaming around the streets of Ketterdam without a care in the world on your part, some grisha came and took both of you to be tested, Kaz wasn't one but you turned out to be, and then without a choice you were taken away from him to the little palace. You wished you had put up more of a fight, maybe even tried using whatever powers you had to free yourself, maybe then you'd still be in Ketterdam with the one you wanted.

But deep down you knew however hard you would've tried you wouldn't have been to run away. You missed everything about your old life even if it wasn't the most safe and comfortable, even if you weren't guaranteed a meal everyday, even if it meant living on the edge everyday cause it meant you could be with him.

You were now seventeen and you felt like you knew nothing except the fact that you missed him. And now you were amidst a war for a country you weren't sure you cared for but you still helped of course, you battled for Genya to receive her justice, you battled for the people who lost their lives due to General Kirigan being an abomination to the society and using people as pawns in his own twisted game.

"Zoya let me come with you to Shu Han." You spoke with eagerness in your voice.

Ever since knowing about the plan to hire the crows to retrieve the Neshyenyer from Shu Han you've been on your toes. This could be the one chance to see him before you possibly died. You weren't going to give up on that.

"Tolya is coming with me I've already told you this once before." Zoya said, Her voice was dripping with sternness, she didn't want any further arguments, "besides why do you even want to come with me?"

You glared at the woman in front of you, it felt as if the fire that normally blazed through your fingers was now in your eyes, "you know why." You said, your voice cold, your jaw clenched.

Zoya studied you, she saw the way your hands were in a tight fist and how your lips were in a thin line. She noticed the slight hitch in your breath and the way your eyebrows were scrunched, then she met your eyes. Your eyes were filled with a fire she had only seen once before when you had found out General Kirigan's reality.

"Fine. You can come with me," She said tilting her head slightly, "don't make me regret this." A smirk rested on Zoya's face.

"I won't. Thank you." You said and gave her a nod, going away to get ready for your travels to Ketterdam and then Shu Han.

Ketterdam. You had so many feelings about Ketterdam that it overwhelmed you. Was Ketterdam your home? Maybe it was cause he was there. Or was it your enemy, the place which broke and bruised you, which made you feel as if someone took a dagger and slowly ran it through your body, just enough to sting forever. Was it a place that placed an irreplaceable hurt in you or was it a place you longed to be in cause he was there. Sometimes you found yourself missing Ketterdam, or maybe you just missed Kaz. After all, it's always the people who make a place feel like home, a safe haven.

-

The whole ride to Ketterdam to you was completely utterly anxious. Your fingernails dug deep into your fist, your bottom lip so chewed out that you could now taste blood in your mouth. You had to remind yourself to breathe and your heart to beat. One of your hands reached the necklace that laid against your chest, your fingers softly gripping its pendant— a heart, engraved with flowers around the corners and a capital R in the middle. You had remembered the day Kaz had given it to you, it was your fourteenth birthday. He had nicked it from a pawn shop and hoped you'd like it. You remembered it as clear as day how he gave it to you, it was a memory that brought you peace, taught your heart how to beat again. You closed your eyes, releasing the tight grip of your fist and freeing your lips from your teeth. Taking a deep breath you lost yourself in the memory.

"hey," Kaz called out to you, your name leaving his lips, "come in"

You followed Kaz into his room and sat on the chair of his study, he opened his cupboard and removed a small circular velvet box. Your eyes curiously followed the box and him as he sat on the bed opposite to your chair, his hand still holding the box. You looked at him and slightly raised your eyebrows.

"happy birthday" he said, holding out the box for you to take. His voice seemed almost emotionless, like always, but this time you could hear the slightest quiver in it. Was Kaz Brekker nervous?

Your face adorned a smile, "is this for me?" You asked him, your voice slightly teasing.

"yes." He spoke, motioning you to take the box.

You took the box from him gingerly, a small thank you leaving your lips as you gave him a big smile, your finger ran along the edges of the box feeling the soft velvet and then you opened it. A soft gasp of surprise leaving your mouth as you removed the necklace out of the box, "Kaz! This is so precious" you said, an even wider smile now covered your face, the one where he could see your teeth, "thank you so much." You spoke earnestly.

"I'm glad you like it." Kaz spoke, the tiniest of smiles on his face.

You studied the pendant, your finger dragging along the pink flowers carved along the heart's edges, you smiled at the 'R' in the middle of the heart, "There's a 'R' in the centre of the heart" you said, your eyes meeting his, your eyebrows raised slightly as if questioning him.

Kaz remained silent, you felt as if you said something wrong, maybe you shouldn't have pointed it out, maybe it was accidental. But then Kaz said, "This way, there's always a piece of the real me with you." of course it wasn't accidental, kaz brekker is a mastermind, everything he does will always have a meaning.

"Thank you," you said, putting the necklace on, "I love it"

He merely gave you a nod and you left his room.

-

"Let me do the talking." Zoya said, her eyes on your face as you stepped into the crow club, you hummed a noise of approval your eyes desperately searching the dim lit room which reeked of alcohol, a smoky haze covered the room. Someone approached Zoya, you didn't know who he was nor you cared cause it wasn't him.

You soon got lost in your thoughts again, kaz often had that effect on you. You couldn't stop thinking about how he would react to seeing you, would he even acknowledge you? Would he show the slightest reaction? You weren't sure. Soon, Zoya grabbed your arm and tugged on it, "Let's go? I've been calling your name." Her voice had its usual sternness.

"Yeah, right, sorry." You spoke softly, your face held a look of melancholy, Zoya noticed it and her eyes softened, she placed her hands on yours gingerly and gave it a gentle squeeze, "it'll be okay" she said softly, offering you a small smile. You gave her a warm smile and a nod as you both walked towards a hall led by someone.

"Boss will meet you here", the man said as he opened the door to a room which looked like a study, you walked in and Zoya took a seat on the wooden chair kept opposite the table. You walked along the room, your eyes taking in every single corner of the room. You saw the painting hung up on the wall, scrolls of paper neatly placed on the side table, a black wool coat hung on the coat rack. Your breath hitched slightly, "was it his?," You thought, your hand reaching out to touch it, your hand grazed along the soft wool and then you heard the door open. You turned around and your eyes widened a little, your mouth slightly open, a breath left your mouth and your eyes met his striking blue ones. You felt as if time had stopped, you could feel your heart beating fast, so fast that you could feel it in your throat. "Kaz" you said, your voice barely a whisper.

Kaz's eyes widened a little, you could see his grip tighten on his cane, you gave him a little smile, he had to remember you. How could he not?

Zoya's sharp voice suddenly cut the thick tension that settled in the air, "Kaz Brekker, Ravka seeks your help." Her hand holding a letter out to him. A scowl covered Kaz's face, he snatched the letter off Zoya's hand, "We aren't patriots," he said grimly, his eyes meeting Zoya's.

"The money isn't the matter, the king will give you your price" She said with certainty.

Kaz hummed in response, his eyes reading the letter and then it met yours again. Oh those eyes, how you had longed to see them, Kaz's brown eyes were something you'd never forget. You couldn't even if you had tried. His eyes were the shade of brown you saw everyday in your morning coffee, you saw his eyes in the dark leather bound books, you saw his eyes in pieces of dark chocolate. For you he was everywhere- he was in the game of cards you saw younger Grisha playing, he was in the snarky remarks passed around, but more importantly, he was always in your heart.

"Leave." he said now looking at Zoya, "we will discuss about this in a moment." His voice sounded bitter.

Zoya hesitated, her eyes followed yours and she gave you a nod, "Fine, but just a moment", she uttered, leaving and slamming the door shut.

"Kaz," You called out, this time louder. Your voice held desperation in it, it was soft yet tense- you wanted to hold him, you wanted to touch him and try to make up the lost time, you took a step closer to him, "i missed you" you said, your hand fiddling with your necklace.

Kaz's eyes followed your hand, he was surprised to find out you still had the necklace with you, "Three years." he spoke, his voice softer now, "it's been three fucking years." you could see his walls slowly breaking down, his eyes becoming softer, the grip on his cane becoming weaker. "I wondered if you had died", his voice quivered slightly, his eyes glossier.

Another step forward, "How could i die without seeing you?", you said, humor in your voice, "Kaz, are you okay? is everything okay?" you asked, your face held a look of melancholy, your lips pursed.

"You look different," Kaz said, ignoring your question, "you look beautiful." he said slowly, a small smile playing on his lips.

you could feel the tears in your eyes, you smiled at him, a soft giggle left your lips, "Thank you, but that still doesn't answer my question, are you okay?"

"I missed your laugh" he said, "i missed you." This time Kaz took a step towards you, his gloved hands tensed a little. "You still have the necklace." he remarked.

You nodded, "how could i not carry a piece of the real you with me always?"

Kaz looked down, his hand tracing patterns on his cane, "I hated being away from you" he admitted, "i-" he took a breath, his eyes meeting yours, the look on his face made you want to cry, you could feel your eyes filling up with tears again, "I needed you" he said, your name leaving his lips, another breath in, "I wanted you".

You tilted your head slightly, your hands wiping the few tears on your cheek, "I am sorry,"

"It wasn't your fault." he said quickly.

"You have me now, if you still want me." you said, your voice slow, "after this, this war is over I'll stay here in Ketterdam, if you want me too"

Kaz's face looked like that of a young boy again, he was changed in the way he was now, he was dirtyhands, the bastard of the barrel, he was someone people feared- but right now, in this moment, he was Kaz Rietveld again.

"I will always want you." He said slowly, his hand reached out for yours, it tensed a little.

"Kaz you don't have too-"

"I want you to stay." He said, his hand relaxing in yours, "i want you." He gently squeezed your hand.

"Then you'll have me" you said smiling, "you will have me Kaz Rietveld."

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader fluff #kaz brekker x reader angst #kaz brekker x fem!reader #kaz brekker angst #kaz brekker fluff #kaz brekker x y/n #kaz brekker x you

[ladysirenity23]

Cult!Genshin x reader

Sagau pt.1 Khaenri'ah

Warnings: cult behavior, obsessive thoughts, religion, spoilers,

Lumine

One of your very first followers. though the land of Khaenri'ah need not praise any God for they are the ones who nourished the land without such divine, however to her you were different

The Creator, you were the one who placed Lumine in Teyvat to lead Khaenri'ah, she was supposed to stay forever in this world

No, She wasn't mad that you never had shown your divine presence during the Cataclysm, in fact she thinks it was all supposed to happen eventually!now.. she has a reason to take down Celestia and bring you to their side

Til then, her faith in you will not waver, even in her most darkest moments in the abyss she will be awaiting for your presence to shine bright as the false sun of Enkanomiya

Albedo

He was the one tasked to create you a separate vessel(on when you ever decide to roam Teyvat with all by your lonesome)

Though at first, he never did grasp the reason why beings on the lands all over the globe of Teyvat seemed to worship you endlessly

Rhinedottir-his master always would continuously teach him what you were to Teyvat.But she would always end up gushing and forgetting what she was supposed to be teaching him

Questions will be left unanswered and as expected, would make Albedo more curious.He would ask everyone again and again til he would get the perfect answer

Yet no perfect answer was heard, he'd sigh and instead stay here with his master leaving the questions behind his mind for a while as he found himself with some sort of a fondness by the slight feeling of your presence peering over the clouds

He found art that was supposed to depict on what your appearance would be like, he found them amusing tho he himself also can't help but imagine how divinely you would look and feel.Even so, those statues, paintings, and stories don't do you any justice compared to what you have given to the world of Teyvat

With that he needed to show his devotion by making this now sacred vessel, perfect

more so than him--no than any Celestial being the Archons might have made

He shouldn't compare such things below you,and when the time comes

Albedo prays quietly that a deity such as yourself would grace this vessel that he made by possessing it as your own

Kaeya

He heard of you through his time spent in Khaenri'ah, and now in his time he was in Mondstadt

He believes in you, but is more than a tad bit sour that you never appeared and stopped the fall of his former homeland--his faith in you stopped for a while, but he remembered something!He would have never met Diluc and the others if it never happened

Kaeya was now at least less spiteful towards you after the thoughts of the positive things that happened to him after all it was meant to happen and to add to that!

you were literally the only subject that he could discuss with Diluc without either of them starting some sort of fight so with that, he should feel thankful to be at last being able to talk with his adoptive brother in the first time in years

when he felt a familiar divinely presence inside the traveler he felt envious that he wasn't your first choice of a vessel

But the feeling of jealousy soon dispersed when you finally used him to fight everything that you desired to kill

Now however you were having a walk with him, no bloodshed you just lead him to a peaceful morning over the cliff overlooking Mondstadt at its whole

He would have laughed,assuming you always have killing the first thing that comes into your mind every time you decide to use any of your acolytes early in the morning

But he was proved wrong, for this morning.. you were simply walking with him, not a single drop of blood was shed by in his hands, for you just lead him to a peaceful morning breeze on top of a cliff, overlooking Mondstadt at its whole

The city of freedom never looked this beautiful before, and now he selfishly wishes that instead of you being inside him--He wanted you and him,witnessing the region's sight hand-in-hand

Wouldn't it be a more beautiful experience if you were actually present in his side

Aether

When Aether first entered into Teyvat.He wasn't aware there would be a being that was far more greater than Celestia themselves, til his body had been moving by its own

He thought he was going crazy, but Paimon also seemed to have felt your presence since she also talks to you as if you were a separate entity when inside his or another person's body.So he calmed down happy to know he wasn't going insane.

It was uncomfortable at first, but soon found it reassuring after knowing that you were leading him towards his sister to whom he'd lost

the times where you left his body made him a a bit relaxed for a while, but missed you once it took too long for you to come back

After finding out you had a body specifically made for you from Albedo , he felt a bit sad

but at the same time happy that he'd get to finally experience things with you as another being that could finally respond  to his short stupid ramblings and comfort him with the warmth of your own arms

Dainsleif

The man who always kept to himself not bothering with anyone unless it's to track information about the infamous abyss order

But he was also the man who protected your perfect vessel safe from the cruel beings out there(he won't admit it, but he holds so much pride on the job given to him)

Even though he held some sort of past grudge towards you, he soon found out that it would solve nothing

So instead to just making you an exception, he silently fell in love with the thought of you showing him first hand what divinities you held

And once his mission is done, he would also like it to be able to finally achieve peace and enjoy the rest of his life with you

But.. he doesn't deserve to be even near your presence Dainslief would say to himself shaking his head of the any of the remaining selfish daydreams

But he can't help but wonder, you know?Not when he finally feels your presence for the first time in forever through the traveler

He was reluctant at first to give your physical body to the traveler, but he did as told when he thought of the things he could do with you

With the thoughts plaguing his mind he instantly gave it, Dainslief's eyes could be seen flashing at you with happiness once he could see the slight twitch of your fingers before waking up

Like the first time a singular perfect Inteyvat bloomed, you finally woke up

---

"'New quest!' Enter the creator's physical body as Dainslief instructed you to!"

You didn't really hadn't thought of anything when looking at the sudden popup ,you shrug thinking it was just an extra part of the Archon quest.

After pressing the 'interact' button you felt as if  your world was suddenly spinning,

you collapse towards the floor as your phone dropping could be the last thing you heard afterwards

You awake feeling nauseated before your eyes widen open at the sight of the characters of a game you were playing just a moment ago the ivory haired male gave you his hands for you to grab on, his turquoise eyes softening at the hesitation in your own orbs that reflected his

You didn't know if it was shock or fear that immobilised your body, but all you knew at this very moment is that..

"At last.. you have finally arrived oh who is most divine!" almost instantly Dainslief loudly praised at you, while securely grabbing you by your forearm

You weren't in the comfort of your home anymore

Pierro

Even from the cold winter mornings of Snezhnaya,news of the ' o!almighty Creator descending our world'started to spread all over Teyvat like wildfire

Pierro couldn't feel more than delighted to hear the news of your arrival with your own vessel

he knew very well he didn't make your physical body--it was still a product from his fallen homeland

So with pride he held on to his Khaenri'ahan heritage, the only thing he could silently show off to the youngest of the harbingers

Though the Cataclysm gave him a bit of a strain in his faith in you, he came to a conclusion that sacrifices were made and you were here now in the present roaming around the world of Teyvat

Now he just has to await his turn on being a candidate to be your acolyte and when that happens he wouldn't mind killing off anyone that came in front of your way or (if ever) sacrifice himself for your own divinely goals

Small edit:26/September/11:33 am

Small edit:27/September/10:58 am

#sagau #genshin x reader #sagau x reader #god reader #pierro #fatui x reader #kaeyagenshinimpact #kaeya x reader #khaenri'ah #Khaenri'ah x reader #dainslief #dainsleif x reader #aether #Aether x Reader #Albedo #albedo #albedo x reader #Twins x Reader #Lumine #lumine #lumine x reader

[talkbycolor]

red roses.

AN; in my head theres a fantasy land where all the yans are doing their shit and peter is a procurer I HOPE I USED THE RIGHT WORD THO, ENSLISH HARD

Pairing; "Peter" (Your boyfriend) x GN!reader

CW; nothing, this is just a harmless fairytale

Have you ever heard the story of a man who exchanged beautiful roses for beautiful things?

Peter was an unknown name in that world, he did not exist, however the bearer of his body was a famous man, the so-called Procurer of Roses, someone charismatic, flirtatious and self-confident.

He traveled the world with undefined purposes, there was simply something running through his head when he arrived at a new place.

“Look for Roses”

He found the most beautiful roses that everyone could have seen, white, yellow, pink, violet, green, blue, orange, he knew their meaning but he thought that they had bothered him.

The roses, having a new bearer, showed him the happiest memory of him and exhaled a sweet aroma, people claimed that it was the aroma of love, but the roses never allowed him any of that.

The Rose Procurer traveled to a new country, finally asking himself “If roses take root, why can't I?”

His question disappeared as quickly as it arrived thanks to an intense crimson coming from a place where the earth was blue.

It was a rose, a red rose, its thorns hurt the pale hands of the bearer to create rivers the color of his petals. A glorious mess with glossy lips, would they be as soft as they look?

The man held his backpack of treasures tightly, now it seemed that he lost all his value, he wanted that rose and would exchange his entire backpack for it.

He walked towards the unknown person, listening to the sobs and blood on their hands, rivers of honey running down their sweet cheeks, finally recognizing that they were just a doll, a ventriloquist's dummy.

— "Who are you?"

The procurer asked.

— "I don't remember"

Answered the man who was carrying a backpack with infinite capacity.

They both decided to face each other, Peter had returned, the flirty and calm Procurer was nowhere to be seen, just a nervous boy, but that did not stop him from asking for the beautiful flower.

— “What do you want in exchange for that rose?” — "A kiss"

And that's how two creatures without clear intentions connected for a moment and left knowing their way. Peter left that place with a cloying aroma stinging his nose, honey? lavender? vanilla? mint? Whatever it was, his first kiss was replayed over and over again in his head.

They did not see each other again until much later, the doll with the beret and ruffle skirt in front of the boy with backpack of infinite capacity, which was full of roses, especially red ones.

The ventriloquist dummy also carried a basket of roses.

So they had decided to spend their eternity together, exchanging those sweet flowers for magical moments.

Although they are hasty when looking at each other.

Even if they were ephemeral when touching each other.

They knew how to create eternities when kissing.

♡

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[child-of-the-nights]

hello! could u maybe write something for elrond where he gets injured saving reader and she shuts off and starts avoiding him because it made her realize she loves him and she panicked? maybe she's a widow like him too? if not thank you anyway <33

I love Elrond so much so of course! Have fun reading!

Warnings: injury, near death experience, battle (so expect killing as well), angst (with happy ending) -> nothing graphic tho

A/N: the reader is an elven woman in this oneshot but let me know if you would like something else ^^

word count: 1676 words

Elrond x Fem! Elf! Reader: Elrond gets injured and Reader avoids him

Although Elrond never enjoyed putting his people's lives in danger, he would never refuse to assist those in need if requested. That is how he ended up in the middle of a bloody battlefield where armor, weapons, and bodies were being flung around like nothing. He was skilled enough in combat to protect himself from the enemy's blades, though. No matter how many orcs tried to attack him, he easily defeated them.

The battle raged on, the sound of blades deafening those involved. Arrows sped through the air and soon struck their victim, whose cries were barely audible. The elves fought with unmatched skill and grace, and Elrond slowly led them to victory. By that time, the orcs were outnumbered, and the elven Lord had some time to look around and aid his kin.

Amidst the chaos, Elrond caught sight of you, a brave and spirited elven woman, fighting alongside your people. You were as competent as anyone on the battlefield, but it so happened that you became trapped, surrounded by enemies, with no way out. Elrond jumped into action and moved swiftly to get to you without even pausing for a second. His blades cut through your foes before they could strike you down. Once they were all dead, he took a glance at you, trying to check if you were hurt but before he could proceed, an awful strike hit Elrond. He stumbled back, clutching his side, his face twisted in pain. The sight of his injury sent a shiver of terror through you.

"Baw (No)!" you yelled as you circled around Elrond to slay the orc. Your opponent died because he couldn't get his sword out of the elf's body in time.

Even though you wished to help Elrond, you were unable to do so since your foes spotted the opportunity and approached him. He fought bravely despite having a serious wound, albeit his posture wasn't as steady as before. You held your ground and defeated as many orcs as you could before the enemy decided to retreat.

When it was safe to do so, Elrond fell to his knees and groaned in pain. You rushed to his side and helped him to find a comfortable position. Shouts could be heard from afar, but you couldn't quite make out what they were saying.

"Everything will be fine." with great effort, Elrond reassured you, his voice strained but filled with determination. "Mae carnen. (You did well)."

You tried saying something, but words simply didn't come out of your mouth. Some fellow elves came to their Lord's aid as you stumbled back to give them space. It only dawned on you just now that if you hadn't found yourself in this situation, Elrond wouldn't have been injured. Everything after the battle happened so fast, the elven Lord got safely brought back to Rivendell, where the healer's immediately began to work, while the rest of the elves slowly traveled back.

It didn't feel real to be traveling back to your home. It was almost as if you were seeing with your eyes but your head was blank. Seeing Elrond on the ground had left your face pale. Everything that had happened felt too familiar. It seemed like the day's happenings were right out of your nightmares—the nightmares about losing your beloved spouse. You started crying as you thought back to that terrible day. After they passed away, Elrond was the one who helped you recover because he knew how painful it was to lose a loved one—possibly the most precious of them all. Elrond was the one who took the time to help you heal by lending you his wisdom.

Your sobbing became more intense with each thought. You had come to a realisation as you reflected on the time you spent together, the comfort his presence provided you, and the coldness the separation brought you. You suddenly realized what you had been experiencing while around him. It was love. You considered yourself dumb for only realizing that at the last second, just as you might lose him. And you were genuinely horrified by that.

Weeks passed as Elrond received treatment for his wounds in the security of Rivendell. When you learned of his recovery, you felt both relief and anxiety at the same time. Overwhelmed by the weight of your emotions, you withdrew, avoiding Elrond's presence, afraid of what your feelings meant and the vulnerability that accompanied it. But, Elrond being Elrond, you knew he had noticed it. Since you two were close, visiting him while he was recovering would have made sense. And yet, since the battle, he had not seen you. You ached to be by his side, to console and comfort him, but you were unable to.

As Elrond slowly regained his strength, he sought out your presence. Every time Lindir came by to let you know that Lord Elrond had asked for your presence in the gardens, you would come up with an excuse not to go. You avoided him at every turn, anxiously waiting for him to pass through the corridor. You could see how his gaze searched for you in the halls, but you were nowhere to be found. Elrond became very concerned and yearned to know why you had been avoiding him. It was unlike you to act like this.

Determined to understand the cause of your withdrawal, he sought you out, finding you in the quiet solace of Rivendell's library. You had been reading a book, trying to take your mind off of the elven Lord. That was until a gentle tap on your shoulder turned your attention away from the book. Your stomach dropped as you realised who had disturbed you. He took a seat beside you, without asking you first.

"What are you reading, exactly?" Elrond asked with curiosity.

Suddenly forgetting what you were reading, you looked down to view the cover. "Oh, I just grabbed something off the shelves." You tried to avoid making eye contact as you shook your head.

Elrond grew silent, noticing how even now, you tried to run away from him. It broke his heart that you grew to resent him so. If he had to be honest, Elrond fell for you a long time ago. He never really showed it but he longed for someone who could understand his pain. And then you appeared at his doorstep, asking for support after the death of your spouse. At first he just looked at you as a friend, but those feelings soon grew. If you hadn't expressed your disinterest in dating, he would've said something sooner. But being the gentleman that he is, he respected your bounderies and tried to move on. The problem was that he couldn't.

"Please, mellon nîn (my friend)," he began softly, his voice carrying a mix of concern and vulnerability, "help me understand. Why do you avoid me so? What has come between our friendship?"

Those words stung. You sighed, unable to give him a straight up answer. But you knew Elrond valued honesty so you gathered all your strenght and looked him in the eyes. "I cannot express it, Elrond, for I fear if I do, history will repeat itself."

Elrond looked deep in thought, carefully deciding his next sentence. "I'm not quite sure I follow." he admitted.

You looked away, trying to hide your pained expression. "The battlefield, brannon nîn (my lord). It was my fault."

"It hardly was." he shook his head, slowly sliding closer to you. When you had not moved away, he reached out to grab your hand.

"You nearly lost your life, Elrond!" you yelled. "If that blade was aimed just a bit higher, you would've dropped dead! And it would've been because of me! Because I was incompetent enough, to let myself get trapped!"

"Please, do not think of yourself this way." his pained voice could be barely heard. Elrond's eyes widened in shock at what you were saying. He in no way had blamed you for his injury. "Any of us could've been in your situation. You fought well, you came to my aid when I needed it. Why do you put yourself down?"

"I just..." you sighed. "I can't lose you too, Elrond."

His grip on your hands became firmer. "Is this the reason for your withdrawal?"

You hesitated for a second, then nodded. Although it was difficult, there was a part of you that wanted him to be aware of your worries. No matter how hard you tried to turn it off, that self-indulgent part of you wanted to be comforted by him. "My feelings, they terrify me. It's as if acknowledging them would make my fears come true. After I lost... them, I didn't want to put myself through the pain of loving someone but on the battlefield I had realised that I had already broken that promise. You matter so much to me that I cannot even express it with words. I have fallen in love with you, Elrond. And it scared me."

Elrond took each of your words in carefully. He pondered on them for some time before giving you a nod. Elrond's gaze softened as his hand reached out to gently cup your face. "I understand your fear. Loss leaves deep scars upon our hearts. But shutting ourselves off from love only denies us the chance to heal. I, too, have felt the sting of loss, the ache of a heart once broken. Yet, here we stand, with an opportunity to experience something quite beautiful together."

His words shocked you. "You feel the same way?"

"Chin gelair chîn orthernir guren (Your radiant eyes conquered my heart)." Elrond smiled at you.

Finally, when he whispered those words, you felt the warmth of his presence spread throughout your body. Elrond welcomed your hug as you threw yourself into his arms. Although your worries have not vanished, it helped a lot to know that someone was by your side.

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[sparklingchan]

Echoes|| Hwang Hyunjin (Stray Kids)

Pairing: Reader(fem.) X Hyunjin

Word count : 5.8K+

Warnings : Blood, death, weapons, fire.

Genre : Romance, time-travel AU, royal AU, suggestive, mentions of death

Description: One day, you’re a college student, barely making it through your finals. And the next, you wake up in a palace, married to the most beautiful man on earth. What the hell is happening?!

A/N : HELLO MY TUMBLR FAM! I know its been way toooo long. And I’ll be honest, I missed everyone and I missed writing more than anything. I’ll try to post regularly and I hope my stories reach out to you as much as they did before.

Also, in other news, if this story gets a good response then imma write a mini series of royal stories for the other members as well(the stories will not be interrelated tho)

I hope y’all like this! I put my heart and soul into it!

You're not sure if you're awake anymore or just a frozen sack of meat staring at a painting like your life depended on it.

"See? I told you, y/n! She looks like you." Your friend, Lia squeals excitedly. You wish you could share even half of her enthusiasm.

You knew this trip to the museum was a bad idea the moment you got on the bus. This entire trip has just not been clicking with you the way you'd expected it to.

You were always a history lover, though. You'd read pages and pages about kings and queens and ancient politics and everything along those lines. This trip was supposed to be equally enlightening but you'd spent the entire day trying shake off an odd, eerie feeling that seems to have latched on to your back.

"Yeah.." you mutter to Lia.

Your eyes run along every single stroke of the painter's brush. The red hues of the curtains, the golden shine of the crowns, the green frills on the Prince's overcoat and the brown contour of the Princess's face.

The face that somehow mirrored yours.

"Maybe she's a far, far ancestor of yours?" Lia suggests, "Who knows, y/n!"

There's no way a Princess from the 1800s could be your ancestor; you'd know if you had even a bit of royal blood coursing through your veins.

And in that one possibility out a million, even if you did have a royal ancestor, there's no way she'd look exactly like you. No way.

"Or it could be your past life, y/n." Lia's voice goes into a whisper, her eyes widening behind her square rimmed glasses, "Maybe you were the princess."

You only sigh in response.

You walk closer to read the placard placed near the foot of the painting.

Hwang Yeji

Painter, 1795-1856.

Portrait of His Royal Highness Prince Hwang Hyunjin and the Royal consort

1827

Oil on canvas

Her Royal Highness princess Hwang Yeji was born in 1795 to His majesty King Chung and the royal consort Her Majesty Queen Sayuu of the then kingdom of Clé. She also has a twin brother, Prince Hwang Hyunjin who is believed to be older than her by a few minutes.

“It is said that the Crown Prince and Princess have had quite a tragic story, and Princess Yeji had gathered strentgh to complete this painting a long time after her brother and sister in law were tragically killed.” Lia reads out the rest of the sentences.

"I'm taking a picture, oh God! This is so fucking awesome." Lia fishes out her phone and starts clicking pictures of the painting, muttering how the similarity between these you and the Royal Consort is giving her goosebumps, "Should I make a video too?"

Her voice drains out into the background as a throbbing pain spreads across your head and eyes and you see odd flashes like the scenes of a movie playing without any particular order; castles, ball dances, a crown colored in blood and a boy wounded in your arms.

An unexplainable force pushes you closer to the painting and the moment your fingers touch the rough wooden frame, your headache stops.

"Y/n, you're not allowed to touch the pai-"

Lia's voice gets quieter and quieter till your vision goes black and your body goes limp.

*

When your eyes flutter open after god knows how long, you find yourself in a rather unexpected place.

The room is bright. Too bright for your liking. Yet the sparkling white marble of the walls and floor look beautiful against the dark brown vintage furniture of the room.

You stir against the feather soft mattress of the bed when a concerned voice calls you from across the room.

"Oh my darling! You're awake!" The voice is gentle, "We were so worried about you, y/n."

Your vision is still hazy but you see the figure of a lady walking toward you.

"Um, where am I?" You ask, rubbing your temples.

Until a while ago, there was unbearable pain but now you feel fine.

"Oh dear," the lady sits at the foot of your bed, "You're home. Do you not remember?"

Home? Since when did home go from a 3 BHK apartment in the heart of the city to this huge, fancy room?

"There..there has been some kind of mistake, ma'am."

When you try to sit up, she pushes you back down. Gentle but insistent.

"Dear, you need to rest. The physician will be here in the evening and I am to stay here with you until Hyunjin arrives, okay?"

She smiles at you and finally, you are able to take a closer look at the woman. Her hair is graying but long, a silver crown rests on her head gracefully and she wears the most beautiful silk gown you'd ever seen. Her face is wrinkled yet when she smiles, one can tell that she must have been quite a beauty back in the day.

"W-who might you be, ma'am?" You ask, nervous, heartbeat in your throat.

You were excited when you saw the fancy room earlier but now it's getting real creepy. Why is this random woman talking to you as if she knows you?

"Oh, dear, y/n," She places a hand on your forehead, and you flinch, "I'm your mother in law. Queen Sayyu. Do you really not remember?"

Your breath gets caught in your throat.

Queen Sayyu. You'd heard that name before. That painting in that museum you were in. Lia was right beside you. What the fuck happened after that?

"I think you're mistaken, ma'am. I am a student. I cannot be married." You mutter, "Did you find my phone when I was brought here? I could call my friend. She must be around." Because there's no way Lia would leave you alone with this creepy old lady with some serious personal issues, right?

But then again, Queen Sayyu was a real person. And for all you know, her daughter in law did resemble you.

Did you perhaps travel back in time? Or was it just your brain making you see weird things?

"Phone? What's that?" She asks.

You sigh, and tap your thighs where your pant pockets once resided but now, your fingers slide across the softest silk.

"Where are my clothes?" You jump out of the bed, getting worried by the second.

Why were you dressed in a blue silk gown? You don't even remember ever buying one.

Panic seizes you when Sayyu tries to touch you, "Ma'am, would you please tell me what’s going on? I'm genuinely confused!"

"I am telling you the truth! You, y/n Princess of The Northern Kingdom was married off to my son Hwang Hyunjin a few months back. " she sucks in a deep breath, "Did you perhaps lose your memories after the accident? Did you hit your head too hard?"

You are about to open your mouth to reply when you hear a gentle knock on the door.

"Y/n, it's Hyunjin. "

Sayyu passes you a worried look before she rushes off to let her son in.

"It's worse than I thought, " you hear her whisper as the front door opens, "She has amnesia!"

You sit on the edge of the bed, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

As if the mother wasn't enough, the son is here too. Brilliant.

"Please talk to her. She is saying peculiar things like some thing called phones and some girl called Lia and she kept asking who I was!" Sayyu continues whispering to Hyunjin, with no active reaction from the latter.

You wonder if Sayyu was really stupid enough to think you couldn't hear her.

"I'll talk to her." A male voice finally replies, "You should rest, mother. You've been here all day."

For some reason, you cannot bring yourself to have a look at your supposed husband.

You have a fleeting memory of the painting you'd seen back at the museum but you weren't sure if the Prince really did look as attractive in real life.

You hear the front door open and close, and then heavy footsteps approach you.

"Is this some new plan of yours? Trying to get attention again?"

Wow. What the actual hell!

You snap your head to look at him, "Excuse me?"

But oh, boy was he beautiful. Long blonde hair, golden eyes and blue silk robes, he carried it all so elegantly.

"Y/n, please. I know you didn't actually lose your memories. So stop pretending and tell me why you are doing it."

For a second, you almost feel bad for yourself.

Well not you you but the princess you.

It must have been hard marrying someone like this. But then again, good looks hardly ever guarantee good behavior.

"I am not pretending. I genuinely do not remember anything, Hyunjin! Why do you have to be so mean?"

"If you really do not remember anything then why are fighting with me like you do always! See, I was right. You are lying."

You clench your jaw, frustrated, " I am fighting because whether I remember you or not, you're still a piece of shit!"

Hyunjin's eyes widen in shock. Of course he never expected his graceful wife to ever use such profanities. He looks betrayed.

"Now get the hell out of my room."

You climb back into the bed, cover your head with the quilt and shut your eyes.

Before you know it, you are sleeping soundly with no idea that your poor husband is spending the night on the sofa in your room

*

The next morning, you are woken up by your maids followed by the most delicious breakfast ever.

They prepare a bath for you, chose a gorgeous gown from the closet, and even style your hair. You do not even have to lift a finger to get these things done.

And all of a sudden, your odd reality doesn't feel as horrible anymore.

You remember the placard placed near that painting, and all your fears vanish. It was written that Prince Hyunjin and his wife would be killed in a few years and you are positive that when you die in this world, you will wake up in your original world.

Yes, the dying part is scary but might as well enjoy the luxury that comes with the fear.

In the afternoon, you find yourself sipping tea and breathing the fresh air of the rose garden behind your palace quarters.

"So you are...Nabi. My lady in waiting?"

Nabi is a cheerful, smiley young woman. She also seems to be closer to the princess version of yourself than most other maids.

"Yes, your Highness, " she sighs sadly, "It breaks my heart to see you like this. Do you really not remember anything?"

"Um, I remember some things. Like the king's and queen's name and princess Yeji. I also know that I am from the Northern Kingdom."

You also know that you'd die in around two years and Hyunjin's sister will make a painting to let the world know what a tragic story you had, but you decide to not say that.

Nabi pouts, "I'm sorry, your Highness. I wish I were there when you fainted. Maybe I could have helped you."

You tap your fingers against the porcelain cup in your hand, "Could you tell me exactly what had happened that day? Did I fall down? Or something else happened?"

"Oh, you didn't fall, no," she chuckles, "All the women of the Royal family were invited to this art gallery. While looking through some paintings, you suddenly fainted. We brought you back immediately."

"The physician check you and confirmed that you weren't pregnant, much to the Queen's dismay. She was looking forward to becoming a grandmother."

You almost spit the tea out, "What! Where did that even come from?"

Nabi smiles, "Well, why else would a newlywed bride faint? Anyway, I knew you weren't pregnant. You'd told me the prince and you haven't done that, you know."

Wow. The princess 'you' really told this girl way more than needed.

"And why exactly did I say we hadn't fu- I mean done that yet?" And now you were asking more than necessary.

"Because he's cold to you." She says, "But you know, even when you told me that, I knew he loved you and only you. He has never been involved with another and I saw him keep a portrait of yours in his private study room."

You are at a loss of words. How does one even react to this kind of information? Should you be happy for the princess 'you' or should you be jealous of her?

You force a smile, "How exactly did you find out about the portrait?"

"What portrait?" A male voice says from somewhere behind you.

Nabi and the other maids quickly get on their feet and greet their prince as this ethereal man walks out from behind the tall bushes.

"Hm? What are you guys talking about?" He asks, a gentle smile on his lips.

Oh so now he smiles?

"Just palace gossip." Nabi says, her gaze low.

"Is it true, my princess?" Hyunjin walks toward you and takes your hand in his, pressing his lips gently to your fingers.

You hate the way your cheeks heat up at the contact.

"Y-yeah. Obviously." You say.

He smiles widely, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "Could you ladies please excuse us?"

When Nabi and the maids leave, you find yourself alone with the prince again and you're not sure how you feel about that.

Last night, he was so mean to you and now he's acting like a lovestruck man? What is the meaning of this?

You push him away, "What?"

He sighs.

Today, his blonde hair is tied half way up, and he wears a diamond crown. He looks more sophisticated from last night. More prince-like.

"What?" You demand again.

"Look, I'm sorry about yesterday, okay? I'm still not convinced that you've lost your memories but can we put this behind us for a while?" He says, "Can you come with me to the study room? I have to show you something."

You follow him without question.

The palace complex is still a maze to you and other than your living quarters, you don't know much about the rest of the palace.

He leads you through a staircase to a huge room on the top floor of one of the buildings. Or was it the main palace where the king and queen resided? You weren't sure anymore.

"Yeji was very worried to hear about your amnesia, by the way." Hyunjin mutters as he lights the candles in the room, "She'll be back by next summer."

"Where has she gone?" You say, mindlessly staring at the huge collections of books in this place. A huge chandelier hangs from the center of the room and as the Hyunjin continues to light numerous candles and lanterns around the room, your eyes finally take in the whole picture of the room. For a second, you almost felt like you were watching a Renaissance period drama.

Hyunjin stops in his tracks, "y/n, do you really not know?"

He turns around and looks at you strangely, as if expecting your eyes to give away the truth of this supposed amnesia.

And when he sighs, you know that he didn't find what he desired.

"She's training under a really famous dance academy. If she's lucky, she might be able to clear her final year dance exams this year." He says.

You want to ask him if art doesn't interest her but that might make him doubt you again. You cannot afford to do that when Hyunjin is the only person here who you trust even slightly.

Nabi is honest and Sayyu is kind but you find it hard to match their energy.

"So what did you want to sho-" You stop mid sentence when your eyes fall on a huge painting behind Hyunjin's study table.

Your painting.

"It's me", you gasp, "It's..my portrait."

"Yeah. I just finished it today, actually." He rubs the back of his neck, "I'll hang it in your room once the paint dries."

In the painting, you are sitting on a chair, dressed in the finest white dress you'd ever seen. An elegant tiara sits on the crown of your head, and your lips are stretched into a smile.

"Hyunjin..." you are at a loss of words.

Nabi was right; Hyunjin did have a portrait of you in his study. What she didn't know is that he was the one who made the painting while all this while you were under the impression that Yeji was the artist in the family.

"It's good right?" He asks, unsure.

"Yes. I love it," you reply, "When is this image from?"

Hyunjin frowns at your words, again scanning your eyes as if looking for some hint of lies in your words.

"Y-you don't remember?" He asks.

"What?"

He sighs, looking rather disappointed, "It's from our wedding, y/n."

*

Hyunjin is starting to wonder if you'd actually lost your memories.

The next few days, he tries to subtly engage you in conversations regarding your wedding day and your life before getting married and by the time the week ends, he is sure you'd lost your memories.

He hated to admit it, but he did like the fact that you couldn't remember the times when he was so horrible to you.

Now he can start anew. A clean slate.

"You've been spending suspiciously a lot of time with me, Hyunjin." You had asked him one evening, munching up a cookie, "What's up?"

He chuckles; he's come to enjoy this new side of yours. It's a completely different version of your other self- the one who grew up training to be the lady of a house.

"Nothing," he grabs a cookie for himself, "We're having a ball this evening, by the way. It's mother and father's 30th anniversary."

Your eyes widen with excitement, "Really?! We're having a ball ball. Like we wear dresses and all? And we dance under a huge chandelier?"

Hyunjin is taken aback; you used to hate balls. Or any public gathering for that matter.

"Y-eah, well. Yes." He gulps.

"Oh my god. I need to talk to Nabi. I have so much to prepare, oh my god. Why are you only just telling me," you grab another cookie and sprint towards your room, "Also will there be a fountain where wine flows instead of water? That would be so cool!"

Hyunjin gives you a soft smile; no such fountain was planned for the ball but if it meant he'd see you this excited, he could pull a few strings.

*

The rest of the hours leading upto the ball is a blur; you only remember running from the dressing room to the ball room to your bedroom and back to the dressing room and as for Hyunjin, the day goes slower than ever.

He only got to see flashing glimpses of you running from place to place and somewhere, deep down in his heart, he missed your attention.

It was a jarring realization; him enjoying your company and attention and even craving it at times. He couldn't quite digest this unfamiliar feeling yet, he realised, he wasn't unwelcome to it.

"Are you ready? They're waiting for the Prince and Princess, y/n. We don't want the Royal families of other kingdoms thinking we were out doing something unholy now, would we?"

Hyunjin has this mischievous smile on his, leaning against the door Frame of your dressing room.

Is he flirting? You wonder.

You sigh, "I don't think I look good enough, Hyunjin. I look..weird."

You run a hand over the lustrous material of your ball gown. You feel very foreign in your body all of a sudden.

"I don't think so, my lady," Hyunjin steps into the room, a hand gentle on your waist, "I think you look breathtaking. What would you say, Nabi?"

Nabi hides a blush while you stare at your husband; wide eyed and mouth gaping.

What has gotten into him lately? Is he trying to annoy you or are these words coming from somewhere else?

You shake the latter thought away from your mind. How could this beautiful Prince from centuries before your time find you breathtaking?

Impossible.

You swallow your nervousness and turn on your heels.

"If you say so," you shrug, "Let's go, come on, Hyunjin. "

Chuckling softly to himself, Hyunjin follows suit.

The evening is great but you don't remember much by the time it ends; you somehow end up getting drunk on wine from the wine fountain and Hyunjin has to subtly carry you away from the ball room.

"Hyunjin ~" you slur as he covers your body with a duvet, "Do you ever wonder if a parallel universe exists?"

He lies down beside you, sighing, "Maybe. Why do you ask?"

"I know it exists. I am living proof that it exists, you know," you say, passionately, "I'm not bluffing."

Hyunjin laughs, " Of course, you're not. How could you lie?"

He pushes strands of hair behind your ear.

Your heart thumps against your chest; you love that feeling.

"If there was a parallel universe, I hope I end up with you." You giggle, snuggling into his chest.

Hyunjin freezes for a moment, breath stuck in his throat and eyes not even blinking.

But when he feels you relaxing into him, he let's his shoulders slouch.

"If there was a parallel universe, I hope I end up with you too."

The only reply he gets from you is a snore.

*

The next few months are smooth as the calm sea, pleasant as the spring wind, beautiful like the blooming of roses.

You'd come to adore Hyunjin- that was for sure. You'd come to love his presence and crave it everytime you guys were apart. He had become like the anchor to your ship; and you, his.

"Yeji's coming home tomorrow, by the way. How much do you remember of her?"

"Just her face," and the fact that when you're both killed brutally one day, she'd make a painting of you two, immortalising your love.

The thought causes your stomach to stir; you didn't want to go back to the reality you knew.

All of a sudden, you find yourself wishing you had more time with this man- this man who loved nothing more than lying in your arms, your naked bodies as close as one could get, this man who had made you feel safe when you were suddenly sucked into this unknown world, this man who loved you to death and beyond.

Hyunjin snuggles in closer(as if he could get any closer) and kisses your temple oh so tenderly. Then he moves to your cheek, then nose and then mouth.

His lips are plump and warm and inviting, and before you know it, you both find yourself falling into the wonderful ocean of pleasure. Over and over again.

The next day when Yeji arrives, you are skeptical about approaching her but she was more than happy to see you. Before the day ended, she'd already invited you to a tea party in the gardens, and by the week ended, you guys had become great friends.

She was just so comfortable to talk to and so friendly. She was so curious yet sweet. How could you not be her friend, you often wondered.

It was on one such afternoon picnic that Nabi came running to you.

"His Majesty is injured! He was attacked during his hunt."

You didn't waste a second before storming off towards his room, not caring for your supposed lady etiquette anymore.

No God, please, not yet.

You reach your bedroom, out of breath and sweaty, and Hyunjin was sitting at the edge of the bed, getting his wounds cleaned.

Your heart drops into your stomach.

There is a big gash on his arm; bleeding profusely even though the physicians were trying to stop it. There are blue and purple all over his face and stomach, and a few more smaller cuts on his entire body.

And he looked terrified and pale and sad.

"Hyunjin..." you run to him.

He looks up at you, teary eyed.

"Y/n...I'm okay." Is his first instinct, "Don't cry."

You sit beside him and press a long kiss to his temple, your heart feeling lighter when the physician signals to you that the bleeding has stopped.

"Who was it?" You ask

Yeji stands in front of the two of you; tears streaming down her face.

"Whoever it was, I'll kill them with my own two hands, goddammit!"

"Calm down, guys." Hyunjin sighs, "I didn't see a face. But they were wearing a very familiar perfume. I wonder who it could have been."

You swallow nervously, "Just..just stay safe okay?"

Hyunjin smiles at you, "Of course, my love."

An odd mixture of expressions grace Yeji's face.

*

While Hyunjin recovers, you make sure he does not step out of the palace unaccompanied.

You're getting his food tested, his room sanitized, and every gift that he receives has to go through multiple rounds of security checks. You know what is to come, but some silly, silly part of you wants to prevent it.

"You're being a little too paranoid, I think." Hyunjin tells you as the servants set up the dinner table for him, "I'm gonna be fine, y/n."

"Hyunjin, just," you sigh, reminding yourself to be patient with him, "Just please let me do what I'm doing. It helps me sleep at night."

With a gentle wave of his wrist, Hyunjin dismisses the servants.

He grabs your hand and pulls you in to sit on his lap.

"Y/n, I'm literally right here. I'm stronger than you think. I'm not planning on leaving you any time soon." He presses a kiss to your temple.

A wave of realization washes over you, and you find yourself tearing up, melting into his embrace.

How did you even come to love this man that you'd only ever heard of in history books? Was this even real? If you pinch yourself hard enough, would you wake up to a world where Hyunjin is not yours anymore?

"Just shut up, goddammit, " you say to him, "Hold me, please."

You say it like a request, but really, you were begging him to hold you. To make you feel safe, even if it's for a short while. Because for all you know, the end could be closer than expected.

That night, you and Hyunjin fall asleep in each other's embrace. There was nothing more pure, raw, or beautiful than what you felt with him. In a span of a few months, you'd fallen madly in love with the prince.

It's funny, huh, how you never found love back in the modern world yet here you were, sharing your whole heart with Hyunjin?

Maybe it was always meant to be like that and maybe when this beautiful daydream ends someday, you could look back at it and relish these memories.

"Y/n, get up." You're pulled out of your sleepy thoughts when you feel someone tap you on the shoulder. Urgent.

"Nabi? What time is it?" You whisper back, gently putting Hyunjin's head of the pillow, "What's happened?"

Nabi shakes her head, "The Royal investigators have got some news. A possible group of assassins is heading to the palace as we speak. My lady, we must rush you to safety immediately. The soldiers will escort the Prince."

Your heart hammers against your chest.

"I-I can't leave him. He's not recovered yet. He cannot fight!"

"Your majesty, please. I beg you," Nabi replies, "These are the orders of The Queen. I have to escort you to where the ladies are. "

With a tight throat, you quietly follow Nabi out of the room.

She leads you down through a secret tunnel between Your Palace and The King's, that leads to a dark corridor with a single metal door at the end.

"This way, your majesty. The princess and the queen are inside. I'll bring you news from to time so there's nothing to worry about." Nabi says as she unlocks the door from the outside. She passes the lantern to you.

The moment you step into the dark room inside, you hear a loud bang. You turn around in horror only to find the door closed in your face and Nabi gone.

"N-nabi?" You murmur nervously, "Why did you close the door?"

From inside the room, you hear a faint chuckle.

"She's gone, y/n. Left us to rot in this dungeon forever. "

"Yeji?"

You jog towards the tired, lifeless voice.

And when you reach the princess, what your lantern shows you horrifies you to the core.

"Your majesty!" You fall on your knees, grabbing the lifeless body of a once beautiful Queen who you'd come to adore over the years, "W-what happened?"

You're crying now; watching the princess caress her mother's cold face.

You're sobbing; watching the bloody hands of the daughter who tried to stop her mother from bleeding to death.

"Nabi is..", Yeji swallows, "She's a part of the resistance that wants to overthrow the monarchy. They want a military ruled government. It was her doing. On the day Hyunjin was attacked, I knew it was her."

You cry harder, moaning into your hands.

How could she?

"And I too, am at fault here. I made the mistake of befriending her so so many years ago," Yeji continues, "I paved her way into the palace. I'm as much as of a criminal as her."

You clear your throat, rubbing the tears off your cheeks and neck, another sob bubbling within your chest.

"We do not have time to repent things we had no control over," you say, "The Queen Mother is gone but we can still save your father and Hyunjin. "

"They've taken father to their military fortress. " Yeji says, her tone suggesting she's given up all her hopes. "He's as good as dead. "

"Then we save my husband."

"Y/n, how will we-"

"I saw the key. When Nabi unlocked the door, I saw the key."

"What about it?" Yeji asks, shifting.

"It doesn't have a key. It only has a numerical lock code."

Yeji lifts an eyebrow, as if to ask you "So?"

"It was 0143."

*

Leaving the Queen Mother's body behind, you and Yeji rush out of the door, grabbing every knife, sword, and other sharp object you could find in the dungeon.

"I think she must have taken Hyunjin hostage," Yeji says, rubbing the sweat off her forehead. "But since he cannot fight that well because of his wounds, they're probably interrogating him in your bedroom. "

"Interrogating him for what?"

"The keys to the Royal armory and the king's safe of gold."

Sure enough, you find Hyunjin in your bedroom. Except it wasn't your Hyunjin, it was a replica of

Queen Sayyu. Blood and blood and blood everywhere on his body. His eyes barely open but his hands, they pointed at you as you rushed in.

"Hyunjin!" You cried, kneeling by the bed side floor, "Hyunjin, please, hold on."

The room was empty except for the three of you. The furniture was broken and burnt and cupboards were clearly forced open.

"Did you give them the keys?" Yeji asks him, sobbing, "Mother died to protect those keys."

He coughs and leans into you, "I've alarmed the military. They are on their way."

"The rebels will be coming back too." He coughs again, "The keys are behind the painting in my study. Save them Yeji, run, now."

Yeji steadies herself as she gets up, "Come on, y/n. He said they might come back. "

Oh, but how could you? How could you leave the love of your life to bleed to his death alone while you escaped?

Moreover, this was the tragic end of your daydream, wasn't it? Dying together while Yeji survives and continues to rule the country.

"Go, Yeji, " you tell her, over the noise of the blood coursing through your ears, you hear footsteps, "Now!"

Yeji is a smart girl, you realize. With a hand over her mouth to suppress her sobs, she runs out of the room, without turning back even once.

When she is out of sight, Hyunjin fumbles to find your hand in the darkness. He's cold and stiff.

"If I disappear today, promise me you will find me. Promise me, please y/n." He manages to say.

You kiss his hand softly as the footsteps get closer, tears streaming down your face.

"I will find you. In every universe, in every timeline. I will find you, my love. " you say as you find a metallic taste in your tears and your vision goes black.

*

After what feels like a millennia, the darkness around you is finally replaced by a bright light.

It is too bright, but when you see a familiar face, your discomfort vanishes.

"Lia!" You throw yourself onto your napping friend, "Lia! Oh, I'm so happy to see you."

Lia though surprised at your outburst, returns your embrace with equal enthusiasm.

"I missed you too, y/n." She says, "I didn't know that picture would have such an impact on you. I was so scared when you passed out!"

Picture? What picture?

And suddenly, all the memories play in your mind like an old film. It's hazy, but you know what's going on.

You see blood, a crown, burning curtains, and..a blonde prince.

Hwang Hyunjin.

"Lia..", you sigh, your heart aching terribly, "How long have I been out?"

"Like around 36 hours or so. I don't remember. "She replies.

36 hours in this world and you'd already spent a lifetime in another. How utterly tragic.

"Y/n, what's wrong? You're tearing up." Lia says, offering you a tissue, "Are you in pain?"

You sigh, "Yes. I am in extreme pain, Lia. How could life have been so, so unfair to us?"

Lia gives you a confused nod, not really sure what had exactly led you to believe that life had been unfair to you.

"Y/n, what-"

Lia is cut off by a knock on the door.

"Ah. That must be the doctor." Lia jogs towards the door, "Just a second, Dr. Seo!"

"Um, hello," the doctor greets, "Dr. Seo is in urgent surgery. He sent me in his place to check on the patient. "

When the doctor steps in closer, your breathing gets stuck in your throat.

Of course, you know this man. How could you not?

You'd died with him in another world, in another time, in another life.

You'd loved him.

"I'm Dr. Hwang, Miss Y/n." The doctor says, a familiar expression on his face. He looks rather delighted to see you.

"I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." He chuckles to himself as he sits on the chair by your hospital bed.

"Yes, me too." These are the only words you manage to say.

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[lino-nyangi]

𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 | LMH

wc: 2.8k

warnings: switch!minho, switch!reader, perv behavior, reader is inexperienced but not innocent, masterbation (m+f), breast play, pillow humping?? idk it's like grinding but with a barrier lmao, handjob, (unintentional) edging, protected sex (still kinda risky tho idk, please don't do this), consent happens!

summary: minho knows what he's doing is wrong. but what's a little jerking off to the thought of his unsuspecting roommate?

BEFORE YOU READ.

minho knows what he's doing is wrong. he knows and he feels like shit about it. but the way you looked in those lounge shorts this morning haven't left his brain since. your pretty bare legs and how much he wanted them over his shoulders, together with his most recent obsession with stealing your panties got him where he is right now.

he's pretty smooth about it, he'd like to think. steals them from your laundry basket, jerks off in them, then cleans and returns them when he's sure you washed that load. saying something along the lines of "found them stuck in the washer when i was doing laundry, think the machine ate them", which sounds like an innocent and nice thing of him to do, you even blush a little as you take them from him, flustered that he saw your panties. little do you know that seeing wasn't the only thing he did with them.

it's kind of shitty, minho admits. the only reason you were comfortable sharing a flat with him was that he was nice and respectful of your personal space, unlike other potential male flatmates who would've been so perverted and never left you alone. with minho, you felt safe. sure at first you did lay out rules and set boundaries, but the more time you spend living with him, the more you start to develop a friendship.

he's very cool about splitting chores, be it cleaning, cooking, etc. he asks first if it's okay to have his friends over and use the common living room, especially if they're staying until late hours. and always always knocks, muttering a soft whisper of your name and a "can i come in?". if it's something he just needs you to know about, like that dinner's here, he just knocks and says it, doesn't even bother to come into your room. it all just went to prove further that he had no malicious intentions towards you— minho was probably the most kind and respectful man you could have as a roommate. but right now, he was feeling shitty for being everything but that.

it's only you that makes him like this though. he's had a crush on you for a while now, but being almost sure you weren't interested in anything with him other than a casual friendship, he just kept it to himself. until it slowly started taking over him, thoughts of you clouding his head at every point of the day. and of course, not all of them are about how pretty your smile is or how soft your hair looks. some of them are about how he would love to bend you over that counter and pound into you, or how he wants to bounce you up and down on his cock while he sucks on your tits.

it's filthy, and he knows. but as long as he doesn't act on them, these thoughts are harmless to have, right? fucking his fist with your little panties laced between his fingers just like he's doing right now is harmless as long as you don't find out, right?

his eyes are closed, lips parted, picturing that he's thrusting up your wet cunt as his hips move slightly up in the air and then down on the sheets in a desperate pace. your panties are already messy, soaked in cum from his last orgasm. his moans are not the quietest either. thankfully, he has chill music playing through the speaker in hopes to absorb any potential sounds that might travel to your room next door.

to his luck though, the bluetooth speaker runs out of battery and the music is now playing on a much lower volume from his phone. but minho couldn't care less, not when he was close. breathy moans and chants of your name, together with a mantra of curses and whines alternatively leave his plush lips as his eyebrows furrow in concentration, the usual careful minho now impatient and reckless. it's late anyways, and you're probably sleeping.

but the twist of a doorknob proves him wrong, abruptly pulling him out of his state of bliss.

his eyes shot open now, the first instinct he has is to hastily grab a pillow and throw it over his crotch as he sits propped up by his elbows, head turned in the direction of the door. his breathing is still unsteady from the building high that just left him.

there you stand, in nothing but a spaghetti strap crop top, panties and fluffy socks, hair a little disheveled and eyes heavy. were you sleeping? is this what you sleep in? he doesn't know, but he's definitely fantasized about it before. your name escapes his lips as he eyes you in terror, did you hear? just how much did you hear?

"i heard my name." you mumble, taking a step forward into the rather small room, soon reaching the side of his bed, and minho has to struggle to keep his eyes on your face and not ogle at your body in the dimly lit room.

"oh. uh, no i didn't call you. it must've been the music." he stutters, trying to sound nonchalant about it, but his big eyes are scanning your face for any hints of how you feel or what you'll do.

you look down to the pillow on his lap and he follows your gaze, eyes widening even more than they are when he sees your panties still in his hand. clumsily, he tucks them under the pillow before looking up at you.

"i-it's not what you think." it is. he feels stupid for saying this. it's like a line from a rom-com he would cringe while watching.

minho feels so dirty. being caught masturbating to the thought of his sweet roommate by none other than her. not only that, but now she also knows it's not the washer's fault that she can't find her underwear, it's because her perverted roommate cums in them every other night.

to his surprise and confusion, you just smile at him innocently. "oh i know. i know you weren't calling." you say, one knee now on his bed before you slowly climb over to him.

"it sounded more like you were longing for me. hm min?" you push his shoulder back for him to rest back on the sheets, and your strong roommate is surprisingly malleable under your touch. a barely audible whimper leaves him at the name, but minho thinks he has to get his shit together.

"i'm sorry. i'm really sorry. i know you think i'm disgusting right n—" he begins his rambling, flustered and trying to explain himself out of this situation but you cut him off by pressing your lips against his.

it takes him off guard, of course. he doesn't know how respond. does he kiss back? do you want him to kiss back? he has no idea. but minho decides to let the tiny greedy voice in his head win and moves his lips against yours, savouring a moment he's not sure he's going to have again. you could slap him right after you pull away for all he knows.

but you don't. you just hold his face in your hands, breathing against his lips. even though you just caught him doing what he was doing, you still feel the need to ask before proceeding with anything.

"do you want me?"

he can't seem to look away, pretty eyes sparkling even in the dim room. "only if you do too." he whispers.

"then have me." upon hearing his answer, you straddle his lap, pillow in between your cores as you kiss again; messily this time.

"can i?" he breaks the kiss to ask, hands ghosting around your waist, waiting for your permission to touch, to squeeze, to feel you, finally.

you sit up, peeling your top off, "you can touch to your heart's content. if i'm the only one."

"have been for the past couple of months." minho assures, admitting to his little crush.

you cup your breasts, watching the way his eyes almost cross as he takes in your bare torso. "fuck," he mutters, and you have to take his hands in yours, guiding them up to your tits and inciting him to fondle instead of just staring. the way he plays with them, gently squeezing and letting his thumbs toy with your nipples makes you heave a sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you start moving your wet core on him.

truth is, you were also touching yourself to the thought of him just now. it was inevitable, given how attractive and charming your roommate was, but also especially after you found out that your name sometimes escapes his lips. it's hard to make out really, you'd have to sit down and lean on the thin wall separating your rooms to hear his moans through the music, sometimes even skin slapping if he's been at it for more than one time. you were hoping your ears weren't fooling you, even though you were sure he's never had someone else over. tonight though, and as the music abruptly stopped, you're pretty sure it is your name that he's moaning out. and so you decide to make your first move.

the way you roll your hips on minho's sensitive cock, though through the pillow, makes him let out an unfiltered moan, just like the ones you heard earlier from behind the wall. one of his hands leave your breasts to grab a hold of your upper arm and pull you down towards him. he steals your lips in a much more hungry kiss, his own hips now slowly rocking up in sync in search of more friction. friction that he finds and soon takes over him and paralyzes his lips from kissing you— hanging apart, eyes closed as he focuses on the way your hips move on him.

he needs more than that, you think. so you get off him, slipping the pillow from between your bodies before taking a hold of his cock that's now up in the air after being pressed against his stomach.

"is this what i interrupted? you didn't get to finish?" you start jerking him off and all he does is moan, hips jolting up at the sudden contact as the prettiest sounds fall from his lips. you feel your own heat pooling between your legs just from listening to him.

"i didn't either, you know. had to come here when i heard you moaning my name so prettily, sounded so needy for me." you let him know, and it's breaking news to minho, hooded eyes fighting to widen in surprise. "you t-too?"

"yeah, min." your eyes trail down to spot the undergarment that sits forgotten on the sheets.

"like jerking off in my panties?" you coo at the thought, "thanks for washing them before handing them back, that's very nice of you." minho only moans at the praise, turning into putty beside you.

"do you want to ruin these ones too?" you offer, straddling him again. "i've already made them wet though."

"no—" he gasps, an arm flying to what you assume is towards his nightstand. "condom."

"don't worry, not inside." you whisper to him in reassurance, melting at the way his first instinct is to think of you even in the blurry state of mind he's in. "not yet."

you slip his cock through one of the leg holes of your panties and up to the waistband before sitting on his balls. your bare core drags over his base while one hand makes sure the tip is given the attention it needs, gently pressing on it alternatively and rubbing your thumb over his slit.

"please—" minho gasps; close, and you realize you've accidentally edged him three times now. when you first walked in, grinding on him with the pillow in between, then when you jerked him off just now. poor baby, no wonder he's desperate. and you think you don't want to toy with him any longer.

"don't worry, you can cum." you reassure him in a soft voice, "then you'll have to make me cum as well, right?"

minho nods his head frantically at your question. you could've said anything to him at that moment and he would say yes regardless, so desperate for release. "y-yeah, 'll make you cum, fuck, please—" he stutters, and it doesn't take longer than a few seconds for him to shoot his load inside your undergarment, the fabric immediately soaking it all up.

after he's done catching his breath, he flips you over, slipping out of your panties and peeling them off you.

"wanna help you finish too." he says, reaching again to the side and fetching a condom from the nightstand drawer. but you take it from his hand, grabbing it with both of yours and ripping the packaging with your teeth, then spitting out the plastic piece.

minho watches in awe. the way you just made him cum in your panties, how your hands moved on him so gracefully, the way you talk— it's all unexpected to him. "how do you know all of this?"

"i'm not as innocent as you think." you tell him. it's true, but not quite. most of your knowledge would've been from other sources than your own personal experience. you didn't engage in that much before, but your imagination constantly running wild did make up for it, especially with minho being the perfect subject to fantasize about.

he grins, amused. "yeah? put it on me then." he straightens back up, letting you reach down to grab his cock, attempting to push the latex on it but it's trickier than you expect. remains of his cum making it harder for you execute the task you're doing for the first time.

"i-it's slippery." you glance up at him nervously after feeling his gaze on you. you can tell he's still smirking too, enamoured by your clumsiness.

minho chuckles, "give it to me." he says before rolling it out along his length with much more ease than you.

pushing your legs up over his shoulders, he hovers over you to join your lips again, moving his cock up and down your slick folds to lubricate. but the motion makes you long for him impossibly more.

"minho, fuck me. now." you pull away to tell him and he laughs sheepishly at your eagerness, "sure, princess."

circling his strong biceps with your hands, you throw your head back deeper into the pillow as you feel his cock slowly inching deeper inside you, your mind already gone.

"what's wrong? did my dirty princess never have her little pussy stuffed this full?"

it's been, but not this full, not this gracefully. the way he fills you up makes you breathe out dragged moans.

"n-not dirty." you still manage to argue back, missing his praise already, as if he wasn't just doing that.

minho coos knowingly, lips ghosting over yours, "not so innocent either, whining on my cock. hm?"

his dirty words only encourage you to be more vocal yourself. "fuck, you feel so good."

"'ll make you feel even better."

after giving you a few seconds to adjust, he starts pumping his cock into you, his thrusts not so fast but gradually getting harder that it makes you see stars, loud moans filling the room that was already smelling like sex.

"fuck, sound so pretty. always wanted you under me like this." he admits, entranced by your sounds that until now he just got off imagining, now he can hear all loud and clear. you just whimper in response, too focused on the way minho slips in and out of your walls. "feel good?" he pushes you to use your words.

"so— so good, fuck." your eyes threaten to roll back, the position making him hit really deep inside you and you feel your high approaching.

"gonna make you cum, pretty girl." he exhales, the way you clench at his words getting to both his head and sensitive length. "all around my fucking cock, yeah?"

"fuck, please."

"don't need to beg, just let go for me, i got you." minho picks up his pace, contrary to the way he softly cradles your face in his hands, pushing you over the edge.

♡

"does this... change things between us?" you trail once both of you have finished, him lying by your side after filling the condom. you can't help but already think of what this just made you.

"only if you want it to." minho breathes, just as careful with his answer as you were with asking.

"only if you like me back." whispering, you look at him with hopeful eyes. as much as you enjoyed it, you want him for more than just sex, much more.

"i do, i fucking love you." he's quick to answer this time, reassuring you with a kiss.

"good." you smile, nuzzling his chest.

"can i sleep here tonight?"

"whenever you want."

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love is a laserquest | alex turner x reader (fluff)

Maybe going to the local bar wasn’t the best coping mechanism to get over your breakup.

warnings: no warnings for this one hehe just sadness !!!

word count: 1.9k

disclaimer: english is not my first language so, in advantage, i apologize for grammar mistakes 🤭

After a very long night of ranting to your own reflection in the mirror, you decided to go to your local bar. It has been two months since you and Alex broke up because he was too busy to handle the relationship. Of course he loved you, but since he had to travel around the world all the time when he was on tour, you missed him. You thought it was selfish to feel bad about it because it was his job and you agreed to go through the consequences of him being famous and having to tour for months or even a full year, but this time it was too much for you.

He used to call you every night to make sure you were okay and to compensate for his lack of physical presence and you obviously appreciated it, but it wasn’t that simple. You thought of him everyday, every night, at every moment, no matter what. Was he okay? Was he going to call tonight? Was he too busy to call? Was he thinking about you? Too many questions and very little responses.

You couldn’t get over him even if you wanted. You loved him with your whole heart and he did as well too, he would give his everything for you, but you had to put yourself first. His absence made you feel empty, not enough and you knew it wasn’t his fault and neither yours, there was no one to blame actually. But it was too much to handle. You missed his kisses, his hands, his scent, the late night cigarette talks, the love making, the foods he used to cook for you, and more.

He did miss you too, but at least he had some distraction in between. If he was honest, there were times where he would think of you while performing and even shed some tears on backstage because he wanted you to be there, but you couldn’t.

All those memories came back to your mind and you decided it was a good idea to go to a bar and drink your sadness away. Not that much tho, you were alone and you didn’t wanted to get too drunk, but enough to keep those thoughts out of your head.

You didn’t dress up much, you took your leather coat and left the house at a fast pace to escape that place you shared with Alex someday. You wanted to forget him but at the same time you wanted to get back with him, it was a war of thoughts in your mind. Was it worth it?

When you arrived the bar you heard some music on the inside, a music you instantly recognized. And as if it that wasn’t enough, you froze when you heard a very sweet voice you could never mistaken, whispering “Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now” to the mic. Your eyes opened wide as you heatd his guitar. It was him. Fucking Alex.

You cursed him in your head and stepped into the bar, going straight to the barman and asking him for a Manhattan, you thought the taste of sweet vermouth and whiskey would calm your mind for a bit. Once you got your drink, you sat at a table far from the stage, but the coloured lights allowed him so see you sitting there.

He felt a knot on his throat, almost as if the words could not come out of his mouth. He tried to ignore your presence but it was impossible; he could almost smell your Dior perfume, the one he loved the most, the one he used to smell right from your neck when he used to kiss it. He could picture the last kisses he gave you there, as if they were burned into your smooth skin. His mouth went into automatic mode as he sang Love Is A Laserquest looking directly at you without even noticing. His eyes got teary as a rain of thoughts flooded through his mind, remembering your hugs, your kisses, your voice, your everything. Those times you used to play with his hair, when you would laugh at his dad jokes. Everything started flooding up in his head and he felt the need to cry, almost as if he was asking for help through that flood.

“And do you still think love is a…” The words got chewed and swallowed, not being able to come out of his throat. He continued the next verse with his eyes closed, and so you did while listening to him. You knew he wrote the song for you because it was hard for him to get over your relationship. It felt like you were with him on the flood, sinking with him down in the water, doing your best to breath with the water all the way up to your neck.

You wanted to be with him so bad, you missed his hugs and even if he was less than 10 meters away from you, he felt unreachable. It felt surreal to see him up on the stage singing for you the song he wrote because couldn’t get over you. When you came back to earth and left the extreme mess your mind was, you didn’t even notice the tears falling off your eyes. You felt guilty for breaking up with him, you felt guilty for feeling empty, for feeling bad when he left you, you tried to bury yourself into the guilt.

Before you could even notice, you were crying non-stop, biting your lip after trying to not let the tears flush down your cheeks. You decided it was too much, and by the time he sang “Will I have found a better method of pretending you were just some lover” you stood up and went outside, letting your head rest by the door frame at the bar’s entry, wiping your tears and sobbing.

“U need one?” A stranger offered you a cigarette after noticing you were crying.

“Please” You whispered and took the cigarette, put it on your puffed lips and the man lit it up for you. “Thanks”

“May I ask what happened?” He let a cloud of smoke go in the air.

“Nah, just… my ex is singing” You laughed at how ridiculous the situation was. “I came ‘ere to drink me thoughts away but… it seems like universe doesn’t want me to”

“¿Alex? ¿You dated Alex Turner? Oh…” He laughed and looked at you. “Well, you know tha’ after raining, a rainbow always comes up. It’ll be okay, ma’am”

“Yeh, but… I still love him. I broke up with him ‘cause he had quite a busy life and we had no time for ourselves” You left the cigarette in your lips for a second and then took it out. “I felt bad but now it feels worse. I feel guilty”

“Hey, don’t feel bad about it. You ‘ave to put yourself first at every moment. No matter how cute he is” He laughed. “Break ups are normal, so don’t give up because it was how life wanted it to be”

“I’ll try not to. But it’s hard when he’s singing a fucking break up song about me” You laughed again and wiped you last few tears. “That’s why you should never date musicians. They’ll tear you up in their songs”

You both laughed again and he looked at his wrist clock.

“Hey, gotta go. If you need to talk i’m here almost everyday… addiction gives you friends sometimes” He joked and let his cigarette fall to the floor to step on it. “Anyway, have a good night and good luck with Turner” You waved at him and sighed. How could a stranger be so friendly?

Thank God he was there because when you noticed, there was no music playing anymore. You could only hear people talking. Did he leave? Well, it was time to stop thinking about Alex if you wanted to get over him.

You spend the next 10 minutes smoking outside of the bar, alone with your thoughts and your cigarette. You were at peace. Well, until you felt someone tapping your shoulder.

“Hey” You froze again when you heard a deep voice. “Are you… okay?” You turned yourself around and sighed when you saw Alex’s face.

“Yeah, don’t worreh” You took the cigarette to put it on your lips.

“You know, I didn’t mean to make you cry, I didn’t know you were-“

“Don’t apologize” You interrupted him and blew a smoke cloud. “I was the one in complete ignorance that you were here”

“Then we both didn’t know” He tried to smile.

“Want?” You gave him the cigarette, he thanked you and your chest felt pressed as he took it and you remembered all those late night cigarette talks at your balcony. You noticed by his watery eyes that he cried too.

“I hope you didn’t mind the song… I came ‘ere to cope too” He joked and took a puff from the cigarette. “I hope you don’t mind the fact tha’ i’m ‘ere too”

“Nah… I kinda needed it” You sighed. “I told you everything but I feel guilty now, Al. I still love you”

“I do too” He gave you the cigarette. “But I respect your decision.”

“And I don’t” You whispered after giving the cigarette a puff. “I don’t respect my own decision because I miss you every fucking night, Turner”

“And you think I don’t? I love you. I never stopped loving you” He looked at you with teary eyes. “Please, we love each other. It’s not meant to be this way”

You were about to burst out crying when you noticed he still had the chain you gave with both your initials. At that point there was no reason to leave him alone.

“The chain” You whispered. “You still have it” You showed your chain, which you never took off. “Don’t cry”

“I’d never take it off” He took your chain and smiled. “Please” He looked up to your eyes and sobbed, almost begging for a hug.

“Don’t look at me like that, pup” You let the cigarette fall and stepped on it to hug him and kiss his head, closing your eyes to keep the tears from coming out. “I’m sorry, i’m so fucking sorry” You cried.

“I’m sorry too… I promise i’ll never leave you alone again, i’ll do anything to bring you with me, they didn’t let me last time” He cried too, you were both a mess of tears of joy because of seeing each other again, and sadness.

“You promise?” You separated from the hug to see his face. “Do you?”

“I do, my love” He whispered.

You smiled and took his cheek to kiss him for the first time in months, which felt like years to both of you. You both needed each other to be happy, to feel full and smile again. You both were meant to be.

After he promised to never leave you alone again, you decided to promise him you would never leave him either. You wanted the relationship to grow again, no matter how much time it would take. Because you loved him, and you deserved him, you were his other half and he was yours. And if he ever made you feel bad, he would punish himself for doing it, because he felt you were too good for him. But you weren’t. You two were the best for the other, the perfect match. And you learned that even in perfection, there’s always some mistakes, but that never means it’s over.

[ . . . ]

thanks for reading !! i literally shed a tear writing this ☠️ anyway, hope u liked it ! don’t come for me pls this is my first fluff fic so maybe it’s kinda bad😭 but hope yall enjoyed it as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

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[not-goldy]

Goldy I woke up today & it hit me. I've been kinda down since enlistment cause I miss Jikook, but there I was driving, blue skies, fluffy white clouds, windows down, blasting music & it hit me even tho I miss Jikook, I have something antis/tkk don't & that is PEACE. Something antis not had since Chapter 2 & been yanking their grey hair out over ever since & unable to be happy & enjoy anything. See, they tell themselves Chapter 2 showed the real close duos, but in reality, Chapter 2 knocked their delusional lights out. Between Paris, Tae/Jennie and Jikook's Silver Day date, Letter together, dedicated lives, their private ALONE trips, possible travel show & now Jikook enlisting together, its been a non-peaceful year for antis. Tae ruined their delusions when he went to Paris to be with Jennie & confirmed all those hacker leaks were real. Then Jikook ruined their Thanksgiving by traveling to Tokyo together & had them crying in their cranberry sauce. Then hit them with enlisting TOGETHER right before Christmas & they couldn't even enjoy opening their stockings full of coal. No matter what Jikook are to each other. I sleep at night & wake up knowing Jikook are together. When I get worried about them in there, I remember they have each other. Antis can't do that.

So no matter why Jikook chose to do what they did regarding each other at the start of Chapter 2 or where Jikook go from after MS. I'll remember when it came down to facing military hell, one of the biggest challenges they'll ever face in their life, that they let their walls down & bravely showed all their haters that they chose each other to get through it with together & NO ONE ELSE. Something BOTH of them have expressed gratitude about recently, when it comes to the other being there with him. Anything else said about their relationship, what it is or isn't, is just outside noise & conspiracy theories. What I know for sure is at this moment Jikook are together by choice & mutually happy about their decision. That is all I need to know. And in the words of Jk, are you jealous, keep being jealous, Jk will keep being with his Jiminie every day until mid 2025, blubblluulblllul.

Now, I'm gonna go hop in my car again, roll the windows down, blast Letter & sing at the top of my lungs, they see me rollin' they hatin' my music so loud & just soak in the peace of mind knowing Jikook are there for each other right now & not letting their haters affect them, therefore I won't let their haters affect me.

Frankly you have more than peace- you have also the beautiful memories of two of the most beautiful human beings on earth and the memories of seven boys enjoying their lives and bringing us along that journey.

Forget the hyper sexualized edits and innuendos, Forget the goofy dorky personalities they both have, Forget that they are bandmates- you have the making a fairytale of pure love pure friendship and the gift of the greatest love story unfolding before your eyes in real time.

If all I had to my ship was a couple hip thrusts at a 45 degree angle, a few dirty jokes, a love story I had to jump through hoops to connect and toxicity I'll be so miserable as a human being.

I'll always be grateful to Jikook for this one in a lifetime experience. If it's a fantasy they made my fantasies come through

Love jikook and love you too babes💜🌈

[eepyuii]

frostbite — pt. 6

pairing ; childe x gender neutral!reader

content ; childhood friends to “rivals” to lovers, slowburn-ish

cw ; fighting and mentions of injuries, but nothing specific tho

notes ; happy holidays, fellow childe enjoyers!! hope you’re all having a wonderful time. this chapter feels close up-y if that makes sense but i promise there’s MUCH more to come >:3

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you see childe as faceted.

he’s childe, he’s tartaglia and he’s ajax- all at once and one at a time. he’s childe, the ruthless maniacal warrior who prioritizes strength and triumph above all else- a weapon of war. he’s tartaglia, the calculating, fake smile wearing, connection-making debt collector- a fatui harbinger. but then, he’s also ajax, a warm, family loving, hug providing and dream protecting big brother- your best friend.

you see all three of those people in him. though… the latter, not so often. he was ajax when he was at home, seeing his family and playing around with teucer, that you know, but you hadn’t seen him in morepesok in more than half a decade. no, the last time you saw him be ajax was when you were fourteen- you called him ajax for the last time when you were fourteen.

ever since then, he’s been childe.

you’ve never made the mistake to call him otherwise, because there was no mistake to be made at all. when you were in zapolyarny palace, he was childe. when you were dining in liyue, he was childe. even when you first sparred and eventually fought in the golden house, he was childe.

so why is it now when you’re faced with an entirely new being, biology indecipherable yet identity indistinguishable, that you call him ajax?

perhaps you’d like to blame it on exhaustion- you’d been fighting incessantly for whoever knows how long, fingers sore from gripping your weapon so tight and legs shaking to merely stand. or perhaps it’s the sheer confusion and inability to truly comprehend the sight before you, there’s no plausible explanation within your grasp as to why he’s even able to transform into that after all. or maybe… maybe you see too many people in him that aren’t ajax anymore.

and you’re desperate to see ajax again.

and the worst part is that you can’t even name the being before you, you can’t come up with what or who it could be within childe’s facets. the mental gymnastics happening in your brain render you frozen, limbs heavy and heart erratic- leaving you to fall motionlessly when the creature stabs his weapon into the ground and promptly shatters it. the falling rubble reveals a whole new lower floor of the golden house, one that your downturned gaze can’t help but stare into as you’re falling. as the ground seems to get closer, you shut your eyes and brace for the impact, hoping it’ll at most break just your ankles.

but the impact never arrives.

instead, you feel a tug to your sleeve that breaks the violent pull of gravity you were experiencing- it results in your feet making the gentlest contact with the ground. you assume it was paimon pulling you just in time as she floats down along the two of you, because the second you open your eyes she’s flying over to the traveler to check on her.

the sight takes away any notice of the purple flash that passes through you in the very same moment.

after a brief recovery, the two of square up for a third time as you spot a purple spark from across the settling dust of the debris. it’s centered and tall, telling you the glow is coming directly from the singular eye of the creature.

“you got to the gnosis before me, didn’t you?!” a deep, distorted, growling voice yells out, yet you can still hear a bit of childe’s own voice within it.

“did you simply move faster? or… did you leak the information regarding the golden house to me on purpose? was it you, y/n? have you been working with them from the start?!” he swings at you expertly, electro trailing after the weapon’s path while surges of water shoot up towards you at the same time.

“no matter. hand over the gnosis, now! don’t make me take it from you…”

“w-we didn’t take it!” paimon defends.

“do you hear yourself right now?! none of us could’ve taken it, it’s not here!” you add coarsely.

he doesn’t seem to hear you as he incessantly strikes and blinks away from your attacks, sending his own long ranged lightning strikes instead. both of you take several heavy hits from the creature and after some time, you feel like you’re about to collapse. you don’t have anymore energy to heal yourself, much less the traveler- yet you still push yourself to sustain her as much as you can. you think you’ve reached hallucinatory levels of exhaustion when you see… it.

an impossibly large elemental whale that surges from the ground.

it flies upward with a deafening vocalization and slams back down with waves of water. you back up as far as possible as the whale takes up the entire floor, even if you doubt that what you see is real. that very doubt is soon dispelled when you watch the traveler fall to the ground where the whale just landed, soaked in water. you panic and rush to aid her but before you even get to the traveler’s side, the creature’s large blade comes down right in front of you- it was so close that were you even an inch forward, it would’ve sliced your face clean off. the traveler gestures for you not worry about her as she get struggles to stand up and eyes the creature, who’s currently preparing a charging surge of electro and hydro, while you’re cornered.

the seconds before he strikes seem to slow down while your heart pumps inhumanely fast- your mind scatters for what to do until you look down took your feet, noticing the way the excess water ripples with your steps. your hand twitches with cryo energy and a wall of ice shoots up the next moment, extending all the way to where the traveler is still getting up. the unexpected defense catches the creature off-guard and he staggers for a moment, giving you the chance to sprint all the way out and behind him, where his starry cape floats endlessly into nothingness. you almost land your sneak attack when he suddenly seems to sense your presence and turns around just in time to retaliate.

“all you do is run!” he growls.

when he slashes his electro-charged weapon this time, you manage to catch it with the pole of your own spear, holding it away from you with all the might you’re still able to muster. movement from your peripheral vision catches your attention.

“now!” you yell.

the traveler understands perfectly and jumps to hit the creature from the back while he’s still busy pushing back against your polearm. the strike seems to be final, as the creature drops his weapon from yours and steps back, falling to his knees. another flash of purple light emits from him and suddenly, childe is in the creature’s stead once more.

he heaves weakly, head turned down defeatedly.

“ngh… well then, time to cool off.”

childe is practically spitting out the words with how much force he has to put into getting them out. “it seems the burden of the foul legacy transformation was too great on my body. i lacked the opportunity to think this through…”

foul legacy… well there’s its name. seeing childe in front of you again makes the entirety of the last few minutes seem unreal, like you woke up from a nightmare where childe was… that. like it never happened- though the sheer amount of injuries that all three of you bear prove otherwise.

“…you had no connection to the gnosis, no matter where it’d been taken.”

“that’s what we’ve been trying to tell you! we didn’t take it!” paimon urges, hands on her hips.

childe struggles to get to his feet, as if his limbs have turned to lead, once he finally gets to it, he’s still panting coarsely.

“this battle has already left me satisfied. anyone who strives as i do to grow stronger shall be called a friend, even if our friendship can only be shown in battle against one another.” with the next sentence, childe eyes you momentarily, when you try to catch his gaze back, it’s already gone- as if he’s too ashamed to actually meet your eyes in return.

“pretty sure that’s not the normal way to make friends.”

you snort. “you’re still expecting anything normal after all this?”

“unfortunately, i mus bring this amiable conversation to an end. my quest still beckons. given that the gnosis wasn’t taken by anyone, we must look to the beginning- it was never in the exuvia to begin with. in fact, it might be that the exuvia was just a diversion of sorts.”

“hm… i wonder who called that way beforehand.”

“what? so you mean that…” paimon trails off and the traveler finishes.

“…rex lapis is alive?”

you nod. “it would appear so.”

“it seems that the guardian deity of the capital of commerce is also well-versed in little maneuvers beyond the boundaries of contracts. as such, we must now look to our backup plan.”

your heart sinks.

with all the commotion, you’d nearly forgotten what you went to the golden house for to begin with. to deter childe from summoning osial. suddenly, all the tension and uneasiness from the fight creeps back into your spine and the traveler notices instantly, visibly becoming concerned herself.

“childe…” you warn.

paimon, on the other hand, remains clueless. “backup plan?”

“i had hoped it would never come to this… for the weak to be swept away in the process. the truth is, the world belongs to those who pursue strength- i seldom willingly involve myself with the weak. unfortunately, we cannot be picky about our methods as fatui harbingers, children must all learn to eat their vegetables sometimes.”

his choice of words and childish expression seems to only pour more salt into the wound- famously something you heard his mother nag him about when you were younger, which in turn you’d hear him complain about to you in private. seems like he’s more than learned to eat his vegetables and only the gods may know how much you wish he didn’t.

“so what’re you planning to do?”

“i will awaken the god that lies dormant beneath guyun stone forest.”

“a god?!” paimon exclaims.

you sigh, shamefully averting your gaze to the ground. “osial, overlord of the vortex… he was defeated by rex lapis in the archon war. he’s remained pinned beneath the geo archon’s spears in guyun stone forest ever since.”

“if such an ancient god were to be unleashed upon liyue harbor, defenseless without the protection of its deity…”

your fists are shut so tightly that your nails start digging into your palms.

“he means to draw out rex lapis with a threat to his people.”

childe nods smugly. “do you truly think the cunning rex lapis would just stand aloof and watch the ensuing destruction?”

paimon’s gaze scatters around nervously. “but… the archon war ended two thousand years ago! how could an ancient god appear in a world now overseen by the seven?”

“simple. i’ve already prepared the means to awaken it.”

an amber aura suddenly surrounds childe and within another flash, sigils of permission start orbiting him.

“hey! those are sigils of permission!”

“the fatui have been researching them and… well- duplicating them.” you might as well assist in the exposition of the plan, no point in standing helplessly aside while childe prepares to drown an entire city. any chance of stopping him forcibly was also out the window, on account of how physically worn you were- standing on your shaking legs at all was already a challenge.

soon enough, thunders can be heard outside the golden house- it’s already done. you only don’t feel completely and utterly hopeless at how the next moments might turn out because, after seeing the traveler’s abilities in action, a sliver of faith festers in your chest. now it’s up to her and the adepti to deliver.

“hahaha! let’s see… will the nation that lost its deity be swallowed up by an ancient malice once more? if you wish to drown together with the people of liyue, you’re free to stay and enjoy the show!”

as childe laughs evilly, he’s swallowed by a vortex of water that floats up into the ceiling of the house and disappears without a trace and the three of you that remain rush out to catch up to him. unsurprisingly, there’s no clue as to where he might’ve gone and as the traveler and paimon prepare to head to the harbor and face again straight osial, they stop to look at you expectantly. you tell them that as much as you’d like to aid in the fight, you should go look for childe.

—

“heh… here to finish the job while i’m still weak?”

for someone so crafty, childe is not exactly hard to find. in fact, he’s in the first place you even think of looking- the mountaintop where you first sparred, sat against the trunk of one of the outer ginkgo trees in the area. his position displays a perfect view of the catastrophe you caused, the jade chamber floating before the seas where osial emerges from. childe doesn’t even turn to look over his shoulder when you arrive silently but he knows it’s you, almost as if he was waiting for you to show up.

“depends on how this conversation goes, really- and trust me when i say we have plenty to talk about.”

the harbinger remains silent, only turning his head to watch you sit neatly beside him against the next tree over and waiting for you to keep going.

“first of all… what the fuck was that in the golden house?”

he laughs, boyishly this time.

“a lot happened back there so that’s not very specific, but i’ll assume you’re referring to foul legacy. i guess i do owe you this explanation.” childe averts his gaze and sighs deeply, like he’s preparing to admit something difficult. the very start of his sentence justifies that.

“when i disappeared that day, i… fell. not like tripping on the ground or anything, i literally fell through the earth.”

you feel your entire being sink at the mention of that day. as painful as it is, you recall the exact moment he’s talking about- the very second the disappeared from your sight in the snow, at least now there’s some clarity as to what happened. unfortunately, that clarity doesn’t make anything any more comprehensible.

your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “w-what?”

“even after all these years, i myself don’t exactly know what happened. i just remember lying there in the snow, the wolves getting closer and closer and then- suddenly, a crevice opens and i fall straight through the ground. and i end up in the abyss.”

the abyss… you haven’t heard much about the abyss. it’s never come up as something of relevance or even interest to you. it’s always felt like such a distant topic to you, like i’d never truly be important enough for you to involve yourself in- turns out you’ve been sitting right next to it. snapping yourself from your brief thoughts, you turn to see childe with a tense expression, as though recalling is physically taxing to him.

“childe… you don’t need to tell me this if you’re-“

“ajax.”

“what?”

“call me ajax, please. i heard you say it back there and it’s been so long since you’ve called me that.” he asks, almost breathlessly.

so he did hear you before. dammit. the desperation for the name present in his voice sends you into reminiscence- about your time as children- how happy you were, how free you were, how careless you were. it seemed just like yesterday you were still fourteen and laughing with ajax as you played in his childhood bedroom. how did it all end up like this? with the two of you sitting in a mountaintop- pathetic, injured and tired as you watch an entire fucking catastrophe happen to a nation from far away.

ajax goes on to tell you about his time in the abyss, where he met a woman named skirk, where he was taught all he knows about combat, including but not limited to the foul legacy form, and where he became the killing machine that he is.

“then… can i ask- the day you came back,” you start off and the memory already brings stinging tears to your eyes. the scar on your neck, the one you still have from ajax’s sword, seems to start burning as well.

“why-… why did you react like that? was it the shock from all you went through?”

ajax’s expression turns to that of a kicked puppy- well in this case, he would be the one to kick the puppy and feel endlessly guilty about it. he eyes your neck and spots the small slit of scarred tissue, flinching at his own doing.

“i-i would say so, yes. if i’m being entirely honest, i don’t even remember that day very well. i guess i was still in a state or fight or flight… well, heh, in my case only fight.” he chuckles sheepishly and you return it.

“i’m… i’m really sorry for hurting you, y/n. i know i’m not exactly in the place to say that after fighting you twice in a day but- i promise i never intended to back then.”

you nod in understanding, you’re too spent to even try to be mad at him right now. looking back towards the fight, you watch osial take a heavy hit from the defenders of liyue just in time. at this point you’re not even worried that they might not win.

“i’m tired of fighting, ajax. as annoying as you can be sometimes and in need of a bicker, i’m tired of being… on edge whenever we talk. we’re clearly having a nice talk right now so, tell you what- what about a truce? let’s not make each other’s lives harder than they already are.”

ajax seems to physically light up at your proposition, like it’s all he’s ever wanted. he nods fervently and flashes a giddy smile that infects your own face subconsciously. you reach into one of your pockets with an idea, pulling out a small object that you present to him on an open palm.

“here. a symbol of our truce.”

you offer him one of the origami stars you made before, it’s not like you have any use for the hundreds of them that you made. ajax takes it into his own hands with the gentlest of holds.

“since when do you know how to make these?”

“since earlier today. i was astronomically bored waiting for the millelith to show up.”

ajax snorts out a laugh, then a second passes by and he bursts into full hearty laughter and for the third time, you can’t help but to join in on him.

“wait! does this mean we can still spar every once in awhile?”

“don’t push it, harbinger.”

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[t0ast-ghost]

Okay so I’m back on my bullshit (watching the original series for the first time) I’ll just start by giving a brief look at episode 4 and then a much longer look at episode 5.

Episode 4 (Where No Man Has Gone Before):

- where the fuck is Bones, I miss him :((

- please let Spock wear blue, cool colours suit him

- there’s a moment when Elizabeth is defending Gary and the whole room looks at her like “damn you got the whole room laughing”

- guys wait, just hit him with a rock, seriously

- “Nobody but us chickens doctor” - Kirk

- Scotty on da bridge

- there’s something about Star Trek and their psychiatrists always being women or being weaker, I wanna see a psychiatrist who is super buff and trained. Like you better process your feelings and seek help (I guess Ezri is more tough, but I still think her character is not well done)

- I bet those contacts hurt and were blinding. Like evil dead contacts were super thick and hurt and that was in the 80s, this is the 60s so those could not have been comfortable

- I like when things just appear/disappear in this show

- Kirk won’t hesitate to punch a bitch

- “I felt for him too” that’s such a big moment, Spock admitting that to Kirk

Episode 5 (The Naked Time):

My knowledge of this episode comes from the second episode of next generation so…

- damn those suits are orange

- “he was taking a shower fully clothed” mind your damn business

- OMG LEONARD MCCOY!

- “And as for my anatomy being different from yours, I am delighted.” DAMN GET HIM

- I think they may be flirting ur honour

- WHAT?!? Is that allowed??? I mean uhm…

- OMG ITS GEORGE TAKEI

- that blood is pink.. oops he’s dead now

- Bones sitting on tables/horizontal surfaces like this compilation

- uhm why’s he circle him like that tho

- “I want the impossible checked out too” WHAT, STOP BULLYING HIM!!!

- falling

- more falling

- YEAH KIRK YOUD BETTER BE SORRY DONT GET MAD AT YOUR CREW!!!

- oh wait is that nurse chapel?!? I haven’t seen strange new worlds (other than the lower decks episode) but I know chapel has a relationship with Spock

- I like how fucking emotional Spock actually is. Like I know he’s under the control of the virus in this episode but he shows so many emotions anyway. I love him.

- “I am in control of my emotions” sure bbygirl

- but in more seriousness this scene is amazing

- Sulu: let’s out the most pained terrifying scream

Bones: ._.

- “hey can I get a sip of that water” “it’s not water” “oh vodka I like your style” “it’s a complex chain of molecules that acts like alcohol when it enters the bloodstream” “what” “it’s sweat alcohol, pussy” (bones when explaining how the virus works)

- “Jim when I feel friendship for you, I’m ashamed” how do I- how am I- what do I do with that line

- James Kirk not afraid to slap a bitch

- SPOCK NOT AFRAID TO SLAP A BITCH BACK

- “SINNER REPENT” just write REDRUM stfu

- BONES Was it necessary to RIP HIS SHIRT???

- “are you alright James?” SIR CALM DOWN SPOCK CALM YOURSELF

- it is funny how immediately after both Spock and McCoy are right by Kirk’s side

- “time warp” ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW MENTIONED

- and they decided not to become time travellers

Okie dokie, if ya got this far, thanks! I’m enjoying watching through this and I like sharing it with all of you. Follow for more I guess?

the first episode thoughts

And all the other episodes thoughts

My Star Trek experience has been all over the place lol (next generation to lower decks to ds9 to aos and now arriving at tos (yeah I know it’s terrible I watched aos first but KARL URBAN))

#in case you couldn’t tell my favourite is Bones… #Star Trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #star trek kirk #captain james kirk #tos kirk #star trek spock #spock #tos spock #star trek bones #leonard bones mccoy #leonard mccoy #tos bones #star trek uhura #nyota uhura #tos uhura #star trek sulu #tos sulu #hikaru sulu #star trek scotty #tos scotty #television t0ast talks

[roadkill-raccoons]

just found out about your peachblood au but can't quite figure out what the story is or what it's about. it looks like some kind of apocalypse AU, but other than that I don't know anything ;-;

By the way, your art is beautiful!

AHH im sorry 😭, im not good at writing down my thoughts into ways that are understandable

I wouldnt say theres much of a story other than the beginning.

This au is heavily inspired by adventure time, a little bit of steven universe, the last of us and some story me and a friend where making but completely forgot about, plus the weird shit that goes on in a my dreams.

Yes its an apocalyptic story, i made it as a massive excuse to draw some weird ass shit when i felt like it.

It mainly starts with Mk traveling alone just trying to live and eventually find peachy (that pink monkey) scrambling around in a peaches box in a old corner store.

Mk and and the monkey travel for a bit before they run into macaque and bai he, where macaque decides to fuck with Mk nearly getting him and peachy killed multiple times.

After they escape macaque they run into a forest that they stay in for a couple weeks, going deeper into the forest where they find monkey kings staff, laid in front of an empty grave for the undead monkey, the six eared macaroni macaque.

Mk did not remember who the monkey king was since he spent most of his life trying to live after tang and pigsy passed, so despite being in a very magical looking place he takes the staff as a form of protection, somehow assuming its just a regular staff that someone lost, he does learn a bit from a comic he found.

Mk and peachy travel for couple months in different cities where each were filled with strange creatures (i have so many failed sketches for these creatures) most of these creature use to be people or animals that were affected by a man made virus that a demon (lbd) took advantage of.

Mk and peachy eventually find boat while running from something and use to it to escape, where they float around in the ocean surviving on backpack food and fish for about a month before washing up on flower fruit mountain, yeah mk somehow slept through sailing through those big ole fiery mountains, peachy didn’t tho.

Once mk woke up he saw the villages at the top of the mountains and wanted to go up the tallest one to ask for help.

He finds monkey kings little hut but not monkey king, since it was empty he fell asleep, where he woke up to wukong poking at him non stop

After that mk spends a month learning who wukong really is and what he did and can do (he learns through the monkey villagers, not wukong hes basically become a lazy dad after being alone for so long) after a few attempts wukong agrees to travel with mk for a while. Peachy didnt totally try to fist fight three baby monkeys

That where the main story ends and rest is just mk and wukong doing whatever. Not much of a story afterwards since then its just kinda open for interpretation, dilly little ideas n shit

Hopefully this is all understandable, im used to describing shit in very strange ways. I actually also keep forgetting about it too :,3

If none of this makes sense you can also go thru the #peachblood au tag

And lastly 🥺🥺thnk you!!!!

#peachblood au #god i suck at english despite it being my first and only language

[losingherface]

Abby and Readers relationship headcanons <3

Abby Anderson x Fem reader/ Modern AU

Warnings: 18+

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How you met:

• Abby was a game developer at a big gaming company, you visited every once in awhile to help your friend out with anything and to hang around the place.

• You guys met a few times while in the elevator of the company. She would always press the button and allow you to walk in first.

• The silence on the elevator broke when you became curious about her position there.

•She was an artist.

• ….you love artists

• She asked you “Do you work here?” and ofc you said no, just there to help your friend sometimes. And immediately she asked you out on a date, masking it as just going to lunch as friends.

•You said yeah ….ofc

• On your lunch date, you asked her a bunch of things and so did she, but one thing that stood out to you was her gym routine.

•Her arms were so sexy to you. (You felt them in a non flirty way 🫣)

• “I work out five days a week, uh.. Upper body mostly.” She said, and you blushed…..

Dating:

• Abby was the romantic and emotional type definitely

• She loved taking you to different restaurants, cities, and doing random things like laying on the grass at a park or something.

• Best thing about her was that she always, always brought you flowers or little flowers she picked from the grass outside your apartment, she was always super cute about dates.

• Sometimes a date would consist of doing all those things but also sitting around your place or hers while she teaches you how to draw.

•She loves spending time with you, but not in a clingy way, she just values you and your time together so much.

Affection/Sex

•abby was very…touchy

•She always leaves little kisses everywhere whenever she can.

•If she’s just going to the mailbox she wants a kiss…..

•Best thing about abby is her big arms which she loves to wrap around you when you guys cuddle. You feel so safe in her arms it’s almost scary

•She loves giving you forehead kisses while you two cuddle.

•Abby is the dominant one in bed

•She wants you to make eye contact while she gives you the best strap of your life.

•She didn’t need a strap tho…her hands and mouth always did the trick just fine 👌

• Abby. Loves. Eating. You. Out.

•Seriously

• She doesn’t care where or what she’s doing, eating u out is most definitely something on her mind.

•She loved being a lot bigger than u in bed as well. Its like she has so much control over you and your just so submissive and amazing.

•Both of you are loud asf

•Cursing, moaning, smacking- everything is loud and feels so good.

• Don’t even try to avoid cuddles, kisses and her fingers running through your hair right after sex, she won’t allow it. It’s a must for abby to take care of you right after.

• Sometimes you shower together

•Pure heaven in the bedroom really

Meeting each others families:

• Abby introduced her dad to you soon enough.

• He was playful, very empathetic and friendly. And you realize where she got it from.

• She included you in her fun events with her dad like visiting aquariums or museums or traveling.

• Her dad was an animal guy.

• She met your family as well and left an impact on them too.

•She was lovely and caring and showed her appreciation for them all the time.

•Would bring back food not only for you and her but for everyone in your family.

•She’s so sweet 🥲

•She was also very respectful around you and your family and respected any cultural differences or beliefs. She even tries reading about it herself.

• She encourages the people around you.

• Everyone thinks you guys are a perfect match. Marriage is definitely in the future.

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•

The end 😳

A/n: Thx for reading!

#the last of us 2 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #abby x reader #abby the last of us #abby anderson #bisexual #sapphic #tlou abby

[minichrismd]

Request: Older (like early-mid 20s) Sebastian x reader fic where reader went on to work in Magizoology and Seb took on a job as an Auror (if only as a front to learn more about the dark arts, bc you know he’ll never *really* stay away from it, he’s lowkey addicted). Anne has likely passed away at this point and he’s still grieving the loss twice over. They meet again face to face after so many years and only occasionally sending owls with brief surface-level updates about life. When they see each other again, everything from 5th year and trauma from recent years has all come back up to the surface all at once. Fluff and/or smut (not required ofc, tho we do love a bit of spice)

Sweet Exchange - Sebastian Sallow

Word Count - 2.3k

Themes - Fluff

Sebastian sat alone in the small café, nursing his coffee as he watched the busy streets of London outside. It had been years since he had been back to the city that held so many memories for him, and everything felt both familiar and foreign at the same time. He had returned for work, of course – a new job as an Auror, working to keep the magical community safe from dark magic and those who would use it for their own gain. But he couldn't deny that part of the reason he had accepted the job was to learn more about the very things he was meant to be fighting against.

As he sipped his coffee, his thoughts drifted back to his Hogwarts days. Those were the days when he had roamed the castle with his sister Anne, and (Y/N), the girl he had been in love with since his fifth year. His mind drifted back to the last time he had seen (Y/N). They had been just out of school, both unsure of what the future held for them. She had gone on to pursue her passion for Magizoology, traveling the world to study creatures that most people couldn't even imagine. And he had gone in the opposite direction, throwing himself into the world of law enforcement in an attempt to make up for the mistakes he had made.

You’d both kept in touch, of course, sending occasional owls with updates on your lives. But it had been years since you’d seen each other face to face. And now, as he sat in this café waiting for her to arrive, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous anticipation.

Anne had passed away not long ago, and the thought of seeing (Y/N) again after so much loss was almost too much to bear. But he knew he had to do it, had to face whatever feelings and memories came up when you were together again.

As if on cue, he saw you walking down the street towards the café. You looked almost the same as he remembered. But there was a sadness in your gaze now that he couldn't ignore, a weight that seemed to hang over you even as you smiled and waved at him.

"Sebastian!" You exclaimed, coming over to hug him tightly. "It's so good to see you again."

He hugged you back, feeling a rush of emotion at the contact. It was like you were both sixteen again, and everything else in the world faded away except for the two of you.

You sat down at a small table in the corner of the café, and for a few moments, you made small talk about your lives since you’d last seen each other. Sebastian told you about his new job, and you regaled him with stories of the exotic creatures you had studied in your travels.

But eventually, the conversation turned more serious. You talked about Anne, about the loss you’d both experienced, and about the difficult times you had been through since leaving Hogwarts. And as you talked, Sebastian couldn't help but feel a sense of connection with you that he hadn't felt in years.

"I still think about you, you know," He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

You looked up at him, surprise written all over your face. "What do you mean?"

"I mean...I think about us, (Y/N). About what we had, and what we could have had if things had gone differently."

You stared at him for a long moment, and for a moment he thought he had made a mistake by saying anything. But then you reached out to take his hand, and he knew he had been right to speak up.

"Sebastian, I...I think about you too," You said softly. "But so much has happened since we were last together. I don 't know if we can go back to how things were."

"I know," He said, squeezing your hand gently. "But I just had to tell you how I feel. I don't want to live with any regrets."

You smiled at him, a small, sad smile. "I don't think you're capable of living with regrets, Sebastian. You always seem to know exactly what you want, and you go after it with everything you've got."

He laughed a little at that. "I don't know about that. There are plenty of things I regret, believe me."

You talked for a while longer, about your hopes and dreams and fears. And as you did, Sebastian felt something stirring inside him that he hadn't felt in a long time – a sense of hope, of possibility. Maybe you couldn't go back to the way things were, but maybe you could find a way to move forward together.

Eventually, you left the café and walked through the busy streets of London, talking and laughing and catching up on lost time. And as you walked, Sebastian couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for this chance to be with someone who had always meant so much to him.

As you approached the river Thames, Sebastian suddenly stopped and turned to face you. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course," You said, looking up at him with bright, curious eyes.

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "Do you...do you want to try again? With us, I mean. I know it's been years, and we've both been through so much, but...I can't help how I feel about you. And I think we could be good together, if we just give it a chance."

You looked at him for a long moment, studying him carefully. "Sebastian, I don't know what to say. I care about you, I really do. But I don't want to rush into anything. I need some time to think."

"Of course," he said, nodding. "Take all the time you need. I just had to ask."

You stood there for a while longer, looking out over the river as the sun began to set. And as it did, Sebastian felt a sense of peace settling over him that he hadn't felt in years.

Eventually, you parted ways, promising to stay in touch and to see each other again soon. And as Sebastian walked back to his hotel, he knew that he was already planning his next trip to London.

The next few months were a whirlwind of activity for Sebastian. He threw himself into his work as an Auror, determined to prove himself to his colleagues and to learn everything he could about the dark arts. But even as he worked long hours and chased down criminals, his mind kept returning to you.

You’d stayed in touch, of course, sending owls back and forth with updates on your lives. But you hadn't seen each other again since that day by the river Thames, and Sebastian couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing from his life.

One night, after a particularly long day at work, Sebastian was sitting in his apartment, trying to unwind. He was flipping through an old photo album, smiling at the memories of his Hogwarts days, when he heard a knock at the door.

He got up to answer it, his heart racing. Could it be...?

Sure enough, when he opened the door, there you were. (Y/N), looking more beautiful than ever.

"Sebastian," You said, your voice soft and hesitant. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," he said, stepping aside to let you in.

You sat down on the couch, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

Finally, you spoke up. "I'm sorry I haven't been in touch much lately. Work has been so busy, and I've just been trying to figure some things out."

"It's okay," Sebastian said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I understand. How have you been?"

"I've been good," You said, giving him a small smile. "Busy, but good. And how about you?"

"I've been...busy too," he said, his mind racing. "Work has been demanding, but it's been good. And I've been thinking a lot about you."

You looked at him then, your eyes searching his face. "Sebastian, I've been thinking a lot too. About us, I mean. And I don't know if I'm ready to give this another try."

Sebastian felt a pang of disappointment, but he tried not to let it show. "That's okay," He said. "I understand. I don't want to push you into anything you're not ready for."

You both sat there in silence for a while longer, both lost in your own thoughts. And then, you spoke up again.

"But I don't want to lose you, Sebastian. I value our friendship so much, and I don't want to let that go."

Sebastian felt a sense of relief wash over him. "I don't want to lose you either," He said, reaching out to take your hand. "We can take things slow, if that's what you want. I just want you in my life, in whatever capacity that may be."

You gave him a small smile and he felt his heart lift. Maybe you weren't back together, but you were still in each other's lives, and that was something.

You spent the rest of the evening catching up, talking about everything and nothing. And as the night wore on, Sebastian felt a sense of contentment settling over him that he hadn't felt in a long time.

Over the next few weeks, you both fell back into a comfortable routine. You didn't talk about getting back together, but you did spend a lot of time together, going out to dinner and taking long walks around London.

Sebastian was happy just to be with you, even if you were just friends. And he could tell that you were happy too, by the way you smiled and laughed when you were together.

One night, you were walking along the river Thames, enjoying the cool night air. You’d been talking about your Hogwarts days, reminiscing about old times, when Sebastian suddenly stopped and turned to face you.

"Can I ask you something?" he said, his heart racing.

"Of course," You replied, looking up at him curiously.

Sebastian took a deep breath. "Do you remember our fifth year, when we went to Hogsmeade and got caught in that snowstorm?"

You laughed. "Of course I remember. We were stuck in the Three Broomsticks for hours, trying to stay warm."

Sebastian smiled. "Yeah, and then we finally made it back to Hogwarts, and we were soaked through and freezing. And you were shivering so badly, I thought you were going to get hypothermia."

"I remember," You said, your eyes sparkling.

Sebastian took another deep breath. "I...I kissed you that night, do you remember?"

You looked at him, expression unreadable. "I remember," you said quietly.

"I've been thinking about that kiss a lot lately," Sebastian said, his heart pounding in his chest. "And I was wondering...could we try again? I know we've both been through so much since then, and I don't know if we can ever go back to how things were, but I just...I don't want to let this go. I don't want to let you go."

You were quiet for a moment, and Sebastian felt his heart sink. But then you spoke.

"I don't know, Sebastian. I'm scared. I'm scared of getting hurt again. And I don't want to hurt you either."

"I understand," Sebastian said, his voice soft. "I'm scared too. But I don't think we have to rush anything. We can take things slow and see where it goes. I just know that I care about you, and I want to be with you. If you'll have me."

You looked at him for a long moment, and then leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. It was a soft, tentative kiss, but it was filled with all the emotion that you’d been holding back for so long.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close, and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. It felt like coming home, like everything was finally falling into place.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, foreheads resting against each other. Sebastian felt like he was on top of the world.

"I don't want to lose you again (Y/N)." he said, his voice hoarse.

"You won't," You said, her eyes shining. "I promise."

You both took things slow at first, building a foundation of trust and communication. You went on dates, spent time together, and talked about everything under the sun. Sebastian found that he loved getting to know you all over again, discovering new things about you that he had never known before.

And the more time you spent together, the more your relationship deepened. You were both in love, and you both knew it. Sebastian felt like he had finally found his place in the world, with you by his side.

But there were still challenges ahead. Sebastian's job as an Auror was demanding, and he was constantly in danger. And your work in Magizoology took you all over the world, often for long periods of time.

But you were determined to make it work. You wrote letters to each other when you were apart, and when you were together, you made the most of every moment, cherishing each other like you never had before.

One night, as you were lying in bed together, Sebastian turned to you and said, "Do you remember when you said you were scared of getting hurt again?"

You nodded, your eyes searching his face.

"I am too," Sebastian said, his voice soft. "But I also know that I wouldn't trade this for anything. Being with you, loving you, it's worth all the risks."

You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. "I feel the same way," You said. "I love you, Sebastian."

"I love you too," Sebastian said, holding you close. "Always."

#sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow #hogwart legacy #hogwarts legacy reader insert #hogwarts legacy imagine

[communistkenobi]

i never really paid much attention to star wars before the mandalorian so please forgive me if this is super obvious but: are we supposed to view the droids as being kind of alive? beings with artificial intelligence? i was very uncomfortable with how the ugnaughts (sp?) were portrayed in the last episode but i didn’t think much of the droids because always just saw them a technological tool. i was a little surprised when the bartender droid gave their monologue about the droids wanting to work and catch the bad droids, and thought maybe they want to work to fulfill their programming. but maybe i should have been more considerate. (i am kind of a dumb bitch too tho so maybe this is just something that’s super obvious to most people and not me :s)

Narratively I think droids are supposed to represent an advanced form of automation - astromechs are navigational droids that handle the immense amount of math that’s required to travel through space, droids like C3PO house linguistic and cultural information for diplomatic purposes, etc. I think originally, given that Star Wars was created prior to the internet being a thing, they were used to represent mass sums of human information, but access to that information was restricted to wherever those droids happened to be in spacetime. They’re essentially mobile computers, but not in the way we think of them (eg phones). But because they’re mobile and have to communicate with human beings without any touch screens or interfaces, especially in the case of droids like C3PO, they are by default anthropomorphised. It’s on par with people naming their roombas. These are tasks that are within human capability, but have been offloaded and automated to make everyone’s lives easier (and probably also many financial and political reasons, but that gets into like, the political economy of Star Wars, which if you talk about that you threaten to take Star Wars too seriously).

But, given how expansive Star Wars is, the answer to your question is maybe sometimes. Chopper in Rebels seems to fill the role of the beloved family pet. L3-37 in Solo is explicitly calling for droid liberation and insists that she and all other droids are equal to organics. Mouse droids likewise seem to be viewed as robotic animals. Mando again makes equivalent droid automation and slave labour.

However, this becomes complicated because there are also actual slaves in Star Wars. The clones are the most obvious example, but the twi’lek as a species also are often enslaved. There are also slaver “planets” and “races” who base their economy off of the buying and selling of slaves (that was in the clone wars, I can’t remember what episodes though). Droid liberation is often framed as inherently farcical in the franchise, but “droid liberation” also exists as a form of deracialised political action, and I mean that in the real world sense - droids are not analogous to a given real world conflict or historical process the way that like, twi’lek are (who even have french accents and speak space french! Now Filoni is an idiot and says this is because he’s drawing inspiration from the French Revolution as opposed to the much more appropriate and obvious Haitian Revolution, but whatever). So when drawing parallels between slavery as a thing in Star Wars and slavery as a real world historical process, it becomes frustrating to talk about, because droid lib is both set-up and punchline, but it’s also the most “acceptable” way to explore ending slavery in SW because it means the white writers don’t have to engage with systemic racial oppression in a way that might make them feel uncomfortable. As a comparison, there are multiple episodes in clone wars where clones refuse to follow orders or try to escape and they’re treated as defective or wrong or insane. That shit fucking sucks and it takes on a much more insidious tone than “haha, the droids want weekends off. how cute.”

And then the counter COUNTER problem with that, which is explicitly invoked in The Mandalorian, is that droids are essentialised to their code or “base functions.” These are facts about a droid that are intrinsic to their nature and cannot be altered or removed, and to attempt otherwise means perverting the “true nature” of droids - they are doomed to be what they were created for (I guess forget about IG-11 being rehabilitated lol). So when you call them slaves, and then insist they are forever shackled to their programming, that’s not a neutral storytelling choice, and you are essentially invoking the idea that there are some races or people for whom slavery is more naturally suited. Which is explicitly a white supremacist idea. And given the context of this storyline in The Mandalorian’s broader political problems, it becomes particularly nefarious.

All this to say - droids are maybe slaves. It depends on the story being told and why, it depends on the writer, etc. But when analogising it to real world history it becomes fraught, given that there are actual slaves in SW who are intended as obvious parallels to real world acts of slavery in human history, a thing that is omnipresent in star wars while also being largely ignored or dismissed by the writers

#sw.txt #asks

[mamawasatesttube]

happy wip wednesday thursday!!!

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“What’s the prognosis, doc?”

Kon rests his arms atop the back of the pilot’s chair, leaning forward to peer at the yoke in Tim’s hands. The ship is flying steady for now, but the several red, flashing alerts on the screens make it pretty clear that’s not gonna hold forever, not with the damage they sustained getting the hell outta Dodge.

Kon rests his chin atop Tim’s head. “Think we’re gonna make it?”

Tim grunts. “Mn. We’re steady for now, but we don’t have more than maybe… two hours, before that last fuel pump gives out in engine three.”

Well, damn. Those Denebian space pirates just had to hit the engines, huh?

He can feel the struggling fuel pump, shuddering on the fringes of his TTK aura. Unfortunately, there’s not a lot he can do for it, even with his telekinesis; sure, he could pump the fuel through to the converter himself, but without the rotating component from the back of the pumps that completes the circuits, power won’t go through the engine, and the thrusters won’t actually ignite. So he can’t just try to pump the fuel himself to give the overworked last pump a break, and the other two that are supposed to help it are already toast.

“Well, worse comes to worst, I can always get out and push,” Kon offers, only half-joking.

Tim quirks a tiny half-smile at the front window. “I don’t think it’ll come to that, but good to know it’s an option.”

Cassie, leaning in the doorway, sighs and rakes a hand through her hair. “So then, what’s the plan? Did you find somewhere we can stop and hopefully get some spare parts to do repairs?”

“Yeah.” Tim points at the navigation screen to his left. Kon peers at it, then out at the stars. “Planet in the Goldilocks zone in orbit around Albireo.”

“Oh, Erysimon.” Kon nods in recognition. “Yeah, cool.”

“You’ve been?” Tim quirks an eyebrow.

Kon shakes his head. “Nah, not me. Heard a lil about it from Kal. He fought off Brainiac out in the Albireo system a few years back—apparently there was some time travel bullshit, you know how it is—and the Erysimians were real grateful to him for it. He said they’re a nice bunch.”

Cassie snorts. “I mean, not to doubt you, but I think he’d say that about most people. Even ones I’d wanna punt.”

Bart suddenly appears at Kon’s side, shoving past him to plop onto the armrest of Tim’s chair. Tim makes a mildly disgruntled noise but makes no true effort to dislodge him, and Bart rests his elbow on Tim’s shoulder, peering at the navi-com. “Who are we punting?”

“Nobody, Bart.” Kon lightly flicks the back of his head. “We’re talking about landing on Erysimon so we can get some scrap and fix up the third engine.”

“Oh.” Bart hums. “Yeah, we should do that. No point in me having a space-chauffeur if my spaceship is broken and won’t fly.”

“Space-chauffeur?” Tim repeats dryly.

“That’s what I said,” Bart agrees.

“You don’t even pay me.” Tim taps something on the navigation screen, then sits back in the chair, folding his arms over his chest. “How am I in your employ?”

“Classic Tim, being a space capitalist. I should’ve expected this, but it’s still disappointing.” Bart shakes his head. “Obviously I pay you in love, friendship, and taking extra fries off your hands so you don’t have to worry about them. Duh.”

 Kon can feel Tim’s shoulders shaking ever-so-slightly with repressed laughter. “Oh, right. my bad. Obviously.”

#rimi writes #its core four space adventures time babey!!!!! #core four #itll be a While til i publish any of this one but. there they go