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tlaquetzqui · 1 year
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Can you believe some people want to copy China’s social credit system, when we could be copying their bans on depicting time travel and zombies?
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sun-marie · 3 months
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It's been a while since I last thought seriously about Dr*gon A*e (even prior to falling in love with BG3) and I think a big part of that is I'm not as big a fan of the setting and the worldbuilding as I used to be. Like to me it really does feel like BW looked at typical fantasy settings and went "hmm okay but what if there was Catholic-enforced racism and abelism". And like. Cool thought experiment bro. Do we really need three games made by primarily white guys about that.
#dragon age critical#marie speaks#idk if ableism is the best comparison for mage oppression but idk you get my larger point#I've heard that DA was supposedly BW's critical response to settings like Forgotten Realms after making the og BG games#and idk if that's true but I'd be willing to believe that bc that's what a lot of it's world building feels like#“oh u thought the elves where gonna be ethereal and respected? nah they're a haphazard blend of irl oppressed groups”#“oh u thought this fantasy world was gonna have a plethora of interesting and dynamic deities and gods? nah it's just fantasy Catholicism”#“oh u thought people who can use magic would have respected places in society? nah they're locked in jail for being Different”#like I feel like these ideas were kinda cool for one game. An expanded thought experiment#but idk if they were strong enough to sustain an entire franchise#without significantly expanding their pool of writers to get the perspectives of people they're attempting to represent at least#but that's a whole different issue#anyway DA has some legit cool concepts like the Grey Wardens that I will always love#and most of their early character work is still really strong#but for me every time that setting rears it's head problems arise#anyway if you're still a DA fan that's totally fine! I'm very happy for you!#don't let my salty ramblings spoil what resonates with you from these games#I'm just reflecting bc it used to be a huge part of my life especially through like all of highschool#and now it's just. not.
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binch-i-might-be · 1 year
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every time alex aster comes up on my tiktok I am filled with uncontrollable and sickening rage
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kisses4lao · 10 months
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Guess who's suffering from writers block!!! No but fr I wanna write SO BAD but I just can't 😭😭 so take some twst pp hcs until I decide to work on commissions again
Not proofread idc shank me
♧CW!!! Fem reader! twst dick hcs duh, every NRC student EXCLUDING ortho, might have some other hcs too
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Riddle:
Its... cute? Idk how to explain it
He is VERY sensitive
5.5 inches
Slight curve downward
The tip is a really deep red
Cum is watery, tastes like rosewater(this is a fantasy world i can make cum taste like anything i want)
Balls aren't all that heavy, very soft and squishy tho
Likes rimming. No further comments
Trey:
EEK MY BOY
I'm gonna try not to be biased
Hes BIG tho
I know you've seen him. Let's be honest, we all know he's PACKING
So I'm gonna say a solid 7-8 inches with a nice amount of girth
No curve, but very veiny
Heavy balls. Like, HEAVY. Bros got a whole bakery in there
Soft pink tip
Cum is the normal consistency, he takes care of himself
If you're sucking him off he'll change the flavor of his cock and his cum to whatever you want (thank god for doodle suit)
Cater:
Easy 7 inches
Not too sensitive, it takes a while for him to cum
His cum is pretty thick, its all the spicy ramen he eats
Curve upward, huge thick vein going from his balls to the tip
Cum tastes salty, but not overwhelming
Will have his clones fuck you silly
Deuce:
Another small boy
I'll say 6 inches, no curve
Hes sensitive too, but not as much as riddle
He really like getting his balls sucked more than his cock itself
Cum is watery too, but it tastes good
Like sweet in a way
Tip is a light blue dont ask why
Ace:
Another small boy 😭
He is CLUELESS
Poor man is a one pump chump
5.6 inches, curve to the left
SENSETIVE. pussy got this boy on his knees
Balls squishy, balls soft?
Yes to both
His rip is red, like a blush red
Azul:
A good 6ish inches with a curve downward
Not as sensitive as you may think
I think it would be funny if the bottom of his cock had like little suckers or some shit
Tip is dark purple and he has some veins, not many tho
Heavy balls, no squish :(
Cum is thick and black bc octopus
Tastes like what watered down hand sanitizer smells like
Jade:
😨
Its slimy.
No further comment on that
No but its like wet, a lot
So is floyds but we aren't there yet
Its like lube 🥺
Okay but he's LONG
8.5 AT LEAST
He also enjoys rimming
Tip is dark cyan
Cum is slimy too
Add some borax water and sell it on etsy
Floyd:
Basically the same as Jade
Hes smaller tho
Hes 6 inches but has SO much girth
His cum is more watery than slimy and the tip is a light blue
Lots of veins too
Kalim:
6 inches
So sensitive
He begs.
Loves blow jobs but would NEVER ask for them
Heavy soft balls
A dark brown tip and there's lil red swirlies
Cum is thick
Tastes like coconut toothpaste
Jamil:
mmmmmmmmMMMMMMM
BIG
So big
Destroy me PLEASE
7.8 inches and a big curve upwards
Likes fingers in his ass, just like Kanye west
Doesn't like blow jobs he cums too quick :(
Gets overstimulated easily and when he does hes highly submissive
Cum a lil thick (its all the curry he eats)
Its yummy tho
Tastes salty and a lil sweet
Like a pretzel
Tip is a redish-brownish
Vil:
Hes a very odd case
Hes big, dont get me wrong
But mans does NOT have sex 😭
He complains it ruins his makeup
7.4 inches with a few veins
Oh yeah hes unclipped too idk why but he is
Tip is a pinky purple color
Balls got some weight, they're not sensitive
Rook:
Hes an even weirder case
Hes very big but almost NEVER penetrates you
Hed much rather be in between your legs for hours on end
Making you cum on his face gives him so much pleasure
He doesn't touch himself either
When he's eating you out he has one hand thrusting fingers into your pussy, the other hand thrusting fingers into your ass(hes an ass man I know he is) while he sucks on your clit the whole time
He cums on the sheets whenever you do bc he knows how good you feel
Hes 8.5 inches with a curve down, large vein going upward
A creme colored tip
Cum normal consistency, you don't know what it tastes like because he never let's you suck him off :(
Epel:
Small boy
Whimpers
A lot
Hes 6 inches with a curve to the left
Light purple tip bc I said so
Light balls, but no squish :(
Cum is watery and tastes like lavender oil
Idia:
Oh god
Contrary to popular belief he has a lot of stamina
He doesn't have ANY experience tho
Played a lot of hentai games but thats the extent of his experience
I think it would be really funny if instead of whispering dirty talk or praise during sex he tells you the fnaf lore
Like he'll be blowing your back out and he'll just be like "so the crying child was actually william aftons son-" and then he cums
After hes done and doing aftercare he'll quiz you on the fnaf lore
If you get any of the questions wrong he'll fuck you until you can't walk as a punishment
If you get them all right he'll eat you out for hours until you also can't walk
Win win honestly
8 inches
TIP IS BLUUUEEEEEE
Cum is thick and salty, he doesn't take care of himself
Heavy, HEAVY balls. Very sensitive
He loves blow jobs too
Leona:
8.8 inches, but if we're being real to how ACTUAL lion anatomy is hes closer to 3 inches but yall aren't ready for that convo
Not sensitive at all, it takes so long for him to cum
But when he does hes so sweet, whispering praise after praise to you and lots of kisses
Cum is normal consistency, a lil on the thicker end
Its a bit bitter with a sweet aftertaste
Hes also unclipped and I will not elaborate
Idk if lions have them but if they do then he has a knot, not as big as jacks tho
Heavy balls, they're sensitive
Brown tip, like, dark brown tip
Ruggie:
7ish inches with a curve down
Also likes eating you out
Doesn't like having his balls touched
They're cute and squishy tho
Cum is also thick and doesn't taste like anything
Tip is a light brown and has a vein going through it
Jack:
8 inches.
Has a huge knot. Physically cannot pull out when it comes to it
Cum tastes like strawberries
Doesn't let you suck him off often bc he doesn't wanna knot in your mouth
Also gets pleasure from eating you out
Tip is grey and sensitive
Malleus:
Hes also like rook in the way he'd eat you out for hours if you'd let him
But he does penetrate you
Our big dragon boy loves the feeling of being inside your tight cunt
Will probably cum if you praise him
He has 2.
One on top one on the bottom
The one on top is longer, 9 inches while the one on the bottom is 7ish, the bottom one is a lot thicker tho
He'll be so slow easing them in and almost never goes fast when it comes to sex
He sees it as love making
They both have a black tip and the cum is normal consistency, tastes like... eggs? Hardboiled don't ask
Oh yeah his cum glows in the dark
Lilia:
Idc what you guys say this man is SO EXPERIENCED
He knows how to have sex properly and can make you cum in seconds if he feels like it
7 inches, his dick is where all his height went
Because he's so experienced he doesn't cum easily
PINK TIP PINK TIP
His cum is normal consistency, a little watery maybe
Tastes like citrus
Silver:
Loves when you ride him
Likes missionary too tho
7 inches too
His tip is grey
Very sensitive and gets overstimulated easily
Hes also just very submissive in general
Cum is watery and tastes like what a new car smells like
Sebek:
LOUD
SO LOUD
CANT TAKE THIS BITCH ANYWHERE
Cries during sex
Loves when you pull his hair
Does he have horns? If he does they're very sensitive
Cums if you touch them
Hes a crocodile right
Nah he has horns
8 inches no other comments
GREEN TIP
Cum is thick and bitter
We love him tho
Balls squishy
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A/n: im so fuckibg tired god help me
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fangemporium · 3 months
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Vasa the Cecaelia
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Male!Cecaelia x Gender-Neutral!Reader
Word Count:  4669
Content Warning: Some mentions of blood and wounds
The salty sea air brushed gently through your open window, and a few loose-leaf sheets blew off your desk. You huffed, placing your pen down and getting up from your wooden chair which let out a loud screech. The draft sheets for your upcoming novel were scattered all over your hand. You thanked your past self for labeling each of the pages earlier on.
Finally gathering the draft and patting the pages together against the desk, you glanced at your digital clock. 1:05 am. You have been stuck in a writer’s block for almost three hours now. You were unsure how to keep the plot moving and make it lead up to the suspenseful twist towards the end of the novel.  Rubbing your sore eyes, you decided that the best thing you needed right now was to relax, and what better way than to sit on the beach reading a book that you adored with the calming ocean sounds as a backdrop? Sure, being at the beach at 1 in the morning was a little self-destructive, but your sleep schedule was already a mess. Might as well make the most of the night and wind down.
You scurried around your beachside home, grabbed your book, locked your windows, and searched for a pair of jeans and a sweater to wear over your pajamas. Stepping out of your home, you breathed in the relaxing scent of the ocean air, grateful that you made the move closer to the Pacific Ocean. It was a different setting from the fast-paced lifestyle that the city had. Out here you felt more at peace, everything seemed to move slower and it was quieter, save for the whooshing sound of the waves now and then. As you descended the white wooden stairs that entered the beach, you glanced back at the small town that was farther uphill. From what you could see there were very few lights that were on, most of the stores out here closed at around 8 pm due to a majority being small family-owned storefronts. Another perk of the move that you enjoyed.
As your bare feet buried into the sand, you took a moment to take in the sight in front of you. The moon was full tonight, a milky white that illuminated the seaside in a calming glow. The waves rushed to the shore back and forth like a gentle dance. The dark ocean sparkled with the moonlight, and the cool air that came with the usual temperature drops caused a tranquil scene.
You made your way down to the shorefront, not too close to the water, yet far enough for you to watch as the tide pulled in and then pulled away again. You sat down on the sand, gazing out at sea for a moment before flipping through the pages of your book. You sat there for about thirty minutes or so, casually reading your book and taking in the nighttime scenery when a bright light glinted against your reading glasses. Your attention was pulled away from your book as you searched the area around you for the source of the sudden interruption from your fantasy world. The light was bright but not much larger than the size of a half-dollar coin. You tried your best to teach where the light was coming from, picking yourself up off of the ground as you followed where it was coming from. A silhouette of a person in the sand started to become clearer as you approached and you went into full panic mode. The person, from what you could tell, was lying on their side, a dark liquid soaking deep into the sand around them.
The sight of the unknown liquid caused you to move quicker, coming to a screeching halt when you tried to process what you were staring at. It looked like a person from afar, but now that you have a closer look you assumed that what you were staring at was a fish…human? A mermaid-like being from your old storybooks as a child. Except instead of a fishtail you were met with several tentacles. Eight to be exact.
Despite the octopus monster briefly causing you to be hesitant with your rescue, the sight of the suspicious liquid pulled you back into a helpful headspace. You bend down, touching the soiled sand as you coat your fingers with the sticky red liquid. Blood. The source of it you weren’t sure. But all you knew was that he was in desperate need of help. Your eyes roamed across the monster man's body, finding the source of the bleeding. An old barbed wire was buried deep in his torso. You couldn’t free him with your bare hands, risking cuts to your own if you did so, instead you checked to see if the fish monster was still alive. His chest seemed to rise and fall, meaning he could intake oxygen much like a human, though you didn’t want to risk seeing just how much longer he could do that for.
Rushing towards your house, you discarded your book and reading glasses onto your couch. You made a brief detour to your bathtub, hurriedly turning on the water and plugging the drain. You searched through your hall closet, shuffling through the toolbox you kept there before coming across a pair of wire cutters. With the adrenaline rush still in you, you made a beeline back to the beach.
“This is fine, this is fine, this is fine,” You kept chanting to yourself as you approached the octopus merman once more. “This is just like helping an injured animal? Human? This is fine.”
You bent down again, carefully cutting the wires away and freeing him from their sharp grip. The merman gave no response, as you attempted to hoist him up. You know it was probably better for him to wait and get professional help, but who would you call for something like this? Especially at this time of night. The hospital? An animal hotline? Folks might just think you were going crazy, and given the circumstances, you sure felt like it. You managed to drag the merman into your home, grimacing at the trail of blood you left. You made a mental note to clean it up as best as you could before someone saw it leading up your stairs and front porch. The last thing you needed on your record was a suspected murder charge.
Laying the man onto the bathroom floor, you rummaged underneath your sink cabinet for the first aid kit. It was novice work but you managed to stop the bleeding briefly and clean the wound with antiseptic before wrapping the gauze around him a few times for good measure. You then hoisted him up into the overflowing tub of water, quickly closing the faucet once some of the water spilled out over the edge. Something else to clean that you’ll worry about later. Your main priority was the blood now.
Seeing that the monster man seemed to be doing okay for now, you continued your work, cleaning up the blood around your property. Hoping the sea would wash away the rest of the evidence. By the time you came back, the octopus man was still passed out in the tub. It was getting late and with all the cleaning you did,  you lost any motivation to clean up anything else all you wanted was rest. You laid yourself on your couch, having a good view of the bathroom from where you sat and you eventually dozed off.
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The next morning you were woken up by frantic splashing and an animalistic screech that reminded you of an old kraken movie. You shot up, rushing to the bathroom and almost running into the doorframe. Your injured patient had awoken, his dark long hair cascading over his face shielding him from your view. He let out a very snake-like hiss, his clawed fingers scratching against the bathtub’s ceramic, water spilling out of the tub. You raised your hands in defense, staying in place as you tried to calm him down.
“Hey, hey! You’re safe, it's okay!” You tried to reassure him. ”
He sneered, relaxing his shoulders slightly yet still keeping his guard up. “Release me.”
You tilted your head, trying to see around the man and check on his bandages. “I’m not sure I can do that right now, you’re still recovering. And you could get your wounds infected, especially if I don’t change your bandages.”
He lifted his head more and you caught a glimpse of his face. His skin looked like a corpse, with a very light purple hue to it. His eyes, a pale white with no irises that you could see just a blank empty stare, had dark circles underneath and his lips were the same darker color.
His nose looked like two slits and his teeth were black and sharp. His purple tentacles rested over the side of the tub, his many appendages slowly slinking around it. One of his hands hung over the edge too, sharp claws and webbed fingers were two features you instantly noticed.
The water sloshed as he moved slightly, tilting his head in curiosity yet the intense glare remained on his face. You slowly placed your hands down, moving to the sink to grab a fresh batch of medical gauze.
“I need to change your bandages.” You repeated, holding out the gauze and gesturing to your torso hoping he understood. The octopusman sneered when you made your way over to him again, but instantly winced from the pain. He curled in on himself, a guttural groan leaving his lips as you started to notice the pinkish tint in the tub. Angry or not, you couldn’t leave him with his soiled bandages.
You took in a deep breath, sucked in your fear, and approached closer ignoring the territorial growl he gave you. You reached out towards him, pushing his arms away from his torso while you unwrapped the soiled bandages. You didn’t know much about fish health, especially fish monster health, but you thought keeping him in the water helped a lot. Especially since you saw gills along the sides of his neck and just below his ribs on either side of his torso.
The monster man seemed to calm down after the initial defensive state he took. He opted for staring at you, his blank eyes unmoving from your form as you worked. After the bandage was removed, you began draining the tub, filtering out the dirty water with the running water you turned on from the tap. You checked on his wound, which started healing remarkably quicker than you thought. You started to wrap the clean gauze around his torso, noticing how his muscles tensed at the stinging pain.
You quickly apologized, trying to work a little faster so he could go back to relaxing as best as he could in your bathtub. You could still feel the cold stare his eyes had on you and when you finally lifted your head you jumped back a bit from how close he was. He had an unreadable expression on his face. His brows knit together in either curiosity or disdain for your presence, you weren’t sure. Your nose brushed just against the ridge of his nostril slits, his deep empty pools of white never wavering from your own eyes.
“Release me, human.” It sounded more like a request this time rather than a demand. His voice took on a softer tone you didn’t think you would hear from him.
“Shouldn’t you rest?” You asked, unmoving. “You were passed out on the beach when I found you. Are you sure you could swim under your conditions now?”
His tentacles sloshed in the water, some of the liquid spilling over the sides in the process. “Am I to sit here as your pet until then?”
“You’re more like a patient...or a guest at this point?” You shrugged, backing away slowly. “I wasn’t sure if you could last long without water.”
You gestured towards the bathtub, his eyes following your hands to glance down at the ceramic tub. He let out a weird clicking and hissing sound, shaking his head as he sank into the water. You watched as he closed his eyes, the gills under his ribs expanding and then relaxing. You paused for a moment, watching as he remained unmoving before you stood up.
“Your name, what is it?” His voice caught you off guard, especially with how calm it sounded. No hints of malice laced in his words, just a genuine question out of curiosity.
You told him your name, listening to him repeat it back to see if he said it right. “What about you? What’s yours?” You asked.
There was a pause. “I am called Vasa.”
The water sloshed at his movements again as he peered over the edge of the tub, his empty eyes staring up at you. You said his name back, earning a nod of approval from Vasa at your pronunciation.
“How long am I to stay here?” He questioned, stretching his arm against the side of the tub before letting it hang there for a second. “I need to return, you cannot keep me here for long.”
“I know that, but you’re obviously still in pain.” You sighed. “Maybe a few days or a week? That should be enough time to get you to heal.”
Vasa went silent again, leaning his head against his forearm. He gave you a curt nod, closing his eyes and lazily moving his tentacles in the water. You assumed the conversation was over and decided to stand up and leave your bathroom. You had some errands to run that day to keep yourself busy. There was the transcript you had to keep writing, then a bit of cleaning and restocking your fridge. You paused, as you sat down at your desk again, the thought suddenly dawning over you.
What did tentacle fish monsters even eat? You doubted there was an answer to your inquiry from Google, yet you couldn’t help but reach for your phone and quickly type in the words “Fish Octopus Diet.”  You skimmed the first few links, settling on adding various sorts of seafood and a few vegetables for good measure. It was a little expensive the more you thought about it, but you had to take into account that Vasa might be staying with you for a bit longer. Up until he recovered of course.
You managed to write a little more of your transcript before heading out for the town’s local market. You had stopped by the bathroom to check on Vasa, noticing he had sunk into the tub again and his eyes remained closed. Assuming he was asleep, you dimmed the lights in the bathroom and headed out. The trip didn’t take very long since the small town you were in only had one major market. Besides the awkward looks and sideways glances you got for buying out so much seafood, you managed to do the round trip in record time. You were also very grateful you lived near an ocean town since a lot of the seafood was freshly caught and in great abundance.
You brought your haul back into your home, taking out the batch of clams from one of the big brown bags. You walked towards your bathroom but not before making a quick detour to your kitchen to pick up a knife. Flicking on the lights, you hear the water sloshing again as Vasa’s head emerges from the water.
“I’m back!” You triumphantly announced, waving the bag of clams up for him to see. “And I brought you some food.”
You sat close to the tub, opened the bag, and got to work on shucking the clams open. Vasa watched you, tilting his head at the small knife you had in your hand.
“Can you not prepare it on your own?” He reached out a webbed hand, wordlessly asking you to hand him the clam. You struggled with the knife on the clam a little more before sighing and handing it to him.
“They make it look easier on TV.”
There was a raspy-sounding hiss from him and if you hadn’t noticed the curve of his lips and the crinkle of his eyes from the abnormally wide smile on his face you wouldn’t have known he was laughing. It was very animalistic, yet you couldn’t help but be entranced by him a little more. There was a loud crack as Vasa effortlessly split the clam open with his sharp claws, he tilted his head back, taking a deep gulp of the gooey insides. You watched his throat as he ate, noticing small gills at the sides of his neck too that fluttered with every swallow he took. He stopped after popping open his third clam, noticing the intense stare you had on him. You flinched once you were caught, opting to turn your gaze back down to the grocery back near your feet. You had made a couple of stops at some other stores for snacks for yourself. Removing the wrapper to the chocolate bar you took a small bite from the treat with a tiny snap.
“What is that?” Vasa’s voice echoed in the silent bathroom. You took another mouthful of the treat. You broke the candy bar into two small halves, holding out one towards Vasa.
“S’chocolate. Wan’ shome?” You knew it was bad manners to talk with your mouth full, but maybe fish people had slightly different customs than humans. You watched as Vasa leaned over the edge of the tub, a bit of the water dripping off of the side, as he sniffed the chocolate. His nostrils flared with each sniff he took before a long, dark tongue slithered out of his thin lips. He licked the bar slowly, recoiling after a moment once the taste finally registered.
“Humans are strange creatures.” His voice sounded raspy as he reeled away from the chocolate, handing the treat back to you.
You hummed, rewrapping the chocolate and leaning against the tub. You crossed your legs in front of you as you gave him a pointed look. “Could say the same about you.”
He let out an animalistic hissing sound, a weird mix between a sneer and a laugh. He composed himself, chuckling every now and then as he reached out to hold a strand of your hair in between his index and thumb fingers. “You do not even know what my kind is. Humans still refer to us as mermaids.”
“Are you not a merman…or something like it?”
“Something like it.” He repeated back to you, still studying your face. “We refer to each other with a different name in our tongue. But the myth you humans created is called cecaelia. A rather interesting name for us.”
As you stared into his eyes, you hadn’t realized how vibrant they looked up close. Despite the lack of a pupil, they were clear and reminded you of two bright pearls. They reflected the light interestingly. Vasa went quiet, studying your features, letting out a clicking sound now and then. He finally let go of your hair, the water in the tub making a sloshing sound as he shifted back into it. Vasa submerged himself into the water, a few bubbles escaping through his nostrils as he did. You found his behavior adorable and almost childish. You finished up the candy bar you were chewing, leaving the one he discarded wrapped up and next to the tub. If he wanted to try again he could, if not then you could toss out the $1.50 you spent at the convenience store.
You got up from your seated position, clapping off any of the chocolate residue on your hands. You glanced back at him, noticing his head had peaked out of the water and his blank eyes stared up at you expectantly.
“You are leaving? It is earlier than last time.” Vasa rasped out, more of his head poking through the water. You gave him an apologetic smile in response, head tilting back to where your desk with various papers strewn about sat.
“I have a draft I gotta send out soon. The sooner I get back to work the quicker I can get it done.” You explained.
He went silent for a moment before humming and receding into the water. But not before he let out a quiet, “Hurry back.” One you had almost missed as you exited your bathroom.
While you sat at your desk, typing away on your keyboard, you couldn’t help but occasionally glance back at where you had left Vasa. Your bathroom light was still on, the door opened halfway letting out a bit of light into the dark hallway. It was strange, you only just met him and it felt like the two of you had a connection. A weird pull to him that you couldn’t quite explain. You were beginning to enjoy spending time with him, the small conversations you’ve had and occasionally rewrapping his wounds brought a sense of familiarity to your life. A much-needed change from the constant schedule you had kept since you moved there.
You stretched your arms high above your head with a tired yawn, glancing at the digital clock next to your desk. It was about 6:50 pm. The sun’s rays came in through your window causing your living room to be lit up in a symphony of orange and yellows. You closed your laptop, feeling like you made an ample amount of progress. Leaning back in your chair you glanced back at the bathroom, realizing the occasional movement from Vasa had gone strangely silent.
“Vasa?” Your voice called into the empty hallway. You were met with the deafening silence, your heart dropped slightly after a moment. You quickly got up from your desk, dropping a few stray sheets of draft paper as you did. You made a beeline for the bathroom, throwing open the door and glancing into the tub.
Vasa’s body floated on the surface of the water. You couldn’t tell if he was still breathing, he seemed deadly still, unmoving. You kneeled next to the tub to get a better look, holding your breath as you watched his chest. It didn’t rise and fall and the way the water sloshed slightly with how he floated against it reminded you of the goldfish you found dead back in the 2nd grade.
At that revelation, you got put into panic mode, darting forward to lift his torso from the water ignoring how your clothes instantly got soaked. You shook him slightly, calling his name as his head lolled to the side. You gave him another harsh shake, noticing as he let out a series of clicking sounds before he attempted to push you off of him.
After a second more of struggling, you sat yourself up against the tub, letting out a sigh of relief.
“What on earth were you doing?” He hissed at you, his blank eyes squinting as he bared his sharp teeth at you. You tilted your head towards him, the concern on your face causing him to ease up on his hostility. Vasa’s expression went from rage-filled to confused as he leaned forward to bring your faces closer together. “What is wrong, human?”
Seeing that he was alright, you shook your head giving him a sheepish grin. “Nothing I’m…I’m just glad you’re okay is all.”
You felt a little silly, jumping to the conclusion that he was dead. You hadn’t even seen how he looked when he slept, a much less urgent approach would have been better. He let out a weird hissing sound with his teeth. You assumed he was mad at you again, instead, he reached out and lightly brushed your cheek with the knuckles of his webbed fingers. Your immediate reaction was to flinch because it caught you off guard, causing Vasa to instantly pull back his touch. You stared at each other in silence, finding a weird comfort in his gaze again. After another pause between the two of you, Vasa was the one to speak first.
“Did you worry?” It was a simple question, one that had a simple answer. Yet something in you caused you to open your mouth before closing it again. You’ve only known each other for a few days at this point. Were you that lonely to get attached to him this quickly?
Vasa took your silence as a yes, causing him to reach out to you again. He touched a strand of your hair, brushing it away from your forehead. His claws scraped across your skin, not drawing blood but enough to cause a shiver up your spine. His hand lowered to where your lips were, touching your lips and then then traveled lower. He was observing you, watching your every reaction as his hand went lower. It stopped at the side of your neck, hovering there for a moment. Vasa used his other hand to touch where his gills were located on his neck.
“My kind cannot drown.” Any hint of him having a snooty attitude was nonexistent. Instead, his voice was calm and gentle. He was trying to reassure you. “Our gills allow us to breathe in the water. Occasionally we can intake oxygen for a short time.”
His many tentacles that hung off the side of the tub reached out to you, wrapping themselves around your arms and torso. It felt like he was hugging you. A strange tentacled hug. He didn’t pull you closer to him though. The tentacles were also loose around you, allowing you to back away from him at any time.
He said your name in a lowered voice, capturing your attention again. “So, you should not worry about me.”
The look he gave you as he spoke made your heart racing. His voice was soft and full of something more intimate. If you could even call it that. But you knew the mood between the both of you had shifted. Your eyes flickered to his lips again and slowly, hesitantly, you leaned forward. Vasa remained frozen in place, watching you with an unreadable expression.
A sudden ring caused you to jolt back in his hold. His tentacles still held you firm as you turned your head towards the bathroom door. The ringing on your landline soon stopped, leaving silence for a moment before the machine beeped.
“Hey. Just wanted to call, check in, and see how that transcript was going. You must be out of the house right now so you can call me back at this number when you can.” The recorded message from the machine echoed throughout your living room. You let out a deep exhale through your nose, glancing at Vasa who still was staring at you expectedly.
“I, um…” You trailed off, watching as he leaned closer to you before you pulled away, a flash of hurt crossing his face briefly, eyebrows furrowing as you tried to untangle yourself from his tentacles. “I should go answer that. It must’ve been important if they’re calling now.”
Vasa let out a few clicking sounds, reluctantly letting you go. “As you wish.”
He sunk back into the bathtub, a few of his tentacles going back into the water as he closed his eyes. You stayed seated close to the tub for a second, watching Vasa float for a moment. You got up, headed into the living room, and left the door slightly ajar.
This was for the best, you tried telling yourself. You had only met for a few days, the two of you were from completely different worlds. You weren’t sure what you were about to do if the phone hadn’t rang, but you were glad you didn’t. So why were you feeling a heavy weight on your chest and a reluctance to leave him behind?
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huckleberrykai · 7 months
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choi yeonjun ~ comfy cozy
pairing: yeonjun x fem!reader summary: yeonjun gets a little handsy when you surprise him with an early autumn cozy getaway for his birthday genre: fluffy smut <3 kinda non idol au but not rly mentioned SMUT! 18+ only minors dni warnings: fem reader, unprotected sex, cockwarming ?? too many petnames as usual uhh not much else, pretty tame lol notes: hello ! this fic is part of @majestyjun's 24 days with jjunnie birthday event! make sure u check out all the other writers here (they're awesome). its september so i was feeling the autumn vibes for this one ~ i hope u like it ! soz i haven't posted in a while word count: 2k
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the cool september winds whipped your hair around as you stepped out of your boyfriend's car to inspect the place you would be staying for the next week.
instead of a birthday gift, you decided he needed a real rest - and so you booked a lakeside cabin in the middle of nowhere to surprise him with a week of nothingness. just salty lakeside air, creaky wooden doors, cups of hot chocolate and being tangled together in the fluffy crisp white bedsheets.
you took in the sights, the sounds of nature and the fresh air as you let the possibilities float through your mind - until you heard a small grunt from yeonjun as he pulled your bags out of the car.
"baby can you grab the door?"
pulling yourself out of your fantasies, you ran over to the door to unlock it and go inside. the cabin felt like home immediately, the scent of old wooden furnishings and cozy ambience engulfing you both.
the two of you settled in quickly, folding your sweaters into the creaky wooden drawers and sporting your matching pyjamas for your rustic week of lazy luxury. yeonjun being yeonjun however, wasn't ready to settle into the couch just yet - taking the opportunity of finally being alone with you to pull you into his arms in the middle of the living room, dim flickering light of the fireplace you'd lit moments prior shining in his eyes.
you had started playing some relaxing piano music over your small speaker and lit some cozy scented candles, making the ambience everything you dreamed for this trip to be.
caught off guard by his grabby hands at your waist, you rested your hands on his firm chest to steady yourself - and the second you looked up at his face... well. you were done for.
as cute and cozy as he looked in his fleece deer pajamas mimicking your own, the hunger in his eyes made something stir in your tummy. you knew that look.
before you could get a word in, yeonjun claimed your lips with his own - the scent of the candles and the passion of his kisses making you dizzy.
"i'm glad we're finally alone. i miss you when i'm working you know." he mumbled against your lips, the sincerity sneaking into your heart and melting you from the inside.
"i know jjunnie. i miss you too."
you peppered a few kisses along his jaw as his hands started to wander up your shirt, caressing the warm skin of your stomach with a sly smile on his face. his heart was pumping just as fast as yours, and as much as he wanted to do every cozy activity and love on you all week - he needed you first.
"'m happy we're finally away from everything. thank you for bringing us here." he pushed some hair back behind your ear as he admired your face peering back at him with eyes full of love and curiosity - glossy lips just begging to be kissed. you laughed a little, thinking of home. "as much as i love your roommates.. i prefer being alone with you. right here. i love it already." you admitted, peering over at the crackling fire.
with a happy sigh he pulled you closer, resting his forehead on your own and bearing his soul to you through his pretty brown fox eyes. "let me show you how much i missed you.. please...?"
you sent him a teasing look, earning a roll of his eyes and another peck on the lips. "doesn't the bed look so inviting hm? let me make love to you.. i promise i'll be gentle. i missed yooou~"
his silly singsong voice made you giggle, and while you knew you were going to cave in from the moment you stepped in the cabin, it was always fun to tease him. "we've been here five minutes and you already can't keep your hands off me?"
you knew he wasn't kidding when he didn't even tease you back. just shook his head no and started at you like you were a jam tart he was dying to devour. you couldn't help but giggle a little at his lovesick state.
"well.. i want you too."
and those five words were all it took for your excitable boyfriend to throw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing and drag you to the bedroom. creaky floorboards, soft music and melodic giggles where the only sounds you could hear as yeonjun threw you down on the bed effortlessly.
they really needed to close the gyms... if he got any stronger and sexier you might explode.
he whipped his shirt off in less than a second, crawling over you and trapping you in his grip between his thighs. not that you'd ever try to escape anyway <3
he pushed his lips to yours once again, but the kiss didn't last long considering neither of you could stop smiling. the giddiness between the two of you was mutual, and the excitement of having this whole beautiful place to yourselves with nobody around for miles was freeing.
yeonjun found his lips on your skin once again, trailing down your neck and unbuttoning the silly fleece pajamas blocking him from your body. being so impatient, he accidentally ripped a button off, causing you to burst out in another fit of giggles. "you don't need to rush you know~" you teased. he scoffed, pulling the now open shirt off your back, leaving your chest completely bare.
"it's my birthday, i can do what i want!" he argued childishly. the laughter continued, sprinkled through bouts of kisses and feverish touches - clothes strewn about and patches of saliva from messy kisses gracing your skin and his.
you finally managed to get all of your underwear off, completely bare to each other and untucking the neatly made bed to huddle inside the sheets together.
"love you so much honey..." he uttered. "always so pretty. my pretty baby."
you whined softly as his hand came to tease your thighs, brushing touches inching closer and closer to your pussy, but never close enough.
"please jjunnie.. don't tease. need you~ ah!"
he always loved to tease you, but he wasn't in the mood to wait too long. not when you looked so cute laid bare for him on his birthday. he wasted no time in separating your folds, pushing two fingers into you and brushing your clit with his thumb. "so wet already~ good girl."
his smirk and smooth words always made you shy, but you didn't have time to overthink it for long since he started kissing at your breasts, taking one of your cute hardened buds into his mouth and swirling his tongue.
the moan he'd caused you to make was long and breathy - and it went straight to his cock.
you felt it before you saw it, his warm leaky dick hard against your leg. your eyes squeezed shut in desperation, after all as much as he was a god with his fingers, nothing compared to his cock.
"jjun- ah! wanna- wanna help you~" you cried.
yeonjun slowed his movements and smirked slyly at you once again. "you really wanna help me? or do you just want me to fuck you?"
he laughed at your bashful grin, knowing he'd caught you.
"both! no nooo don't stop please!"
he moved himself up again to peck your lips. you laughed together as he brought his hand away from your core to hold your hip, but not before pushing his fingers against your bottom lip - a silent plea for you to suck your own arousal from his fingers.
you did so happily, enjoying his proud smile as he brought his hand down to your hip. "good girl. you ready?" he asked, pumping his already hard cock a couple of times before lining himself up with your entrance.
"mhm! want you so bad baby. love you so much- oh my god"
your boyfriend laughed as you fumbled over your words, pushing himself into your tight walls, slowly rocking back and forth to let you adjust a little. "feels good princess?"
"shit- yes! god.. missed this, missed you. go faster.. please."
and who is he to deny his princess? yeonjun sped up his pace a little, while still being gentle ~ caressing your body with loving touches and kisses against the column of your throat. "love you too baby.. missed you so much too. pretty girl- all mine- fuck!"
as your desperation to chase your highs grew, so did the pace and strength of your boyfriend's hips. he tried his best to stay soft and loving, but he knew you didn't mind it a little rough.
moans and heavy breaths lingered in the air, the smell of sex and pumpkin spice mingling into something euphoric that the two of you craved. yeonjun felt himself getting closer to the edge, but he was a gentleman. he wasn't finishing without you.
your spewing of gibberish proclamations of love and desire were interrupted when your boyfriend's big hands hooked under your thighs, pushing your legs against your chest and allowing him to thrust into you even deeper. if your mind was hazy before, it was clouded with fog now. fog that allowed you to think of nothing but the man rearranging your guts.
"come on baby. cum for me hm? wanna feel you cum on my cock."
his words were strained, and you felt him twitch inside of you signifying he was close. "just a little- a little more- ah!"
you begged and whined while grabbing at the once pristine sheets, now wrinkled and roughed up from your desperate hands.
the second he started rubbing at your sensitive clit with his slender fingers, nestling his hips close to yours and hitting the deepest spots of pleasure within you, the walls came crashing down. with a soft sob you clenched around him, shocks coursing through your body as you let the high wash over you.
"love you so much honey." he breathed out. "that's it baby, fuck you feel so good. look so pretty when you cum for me."
yeonjun smiled and watched in adoration as you came down, the clenching of your walls triggering his own orgasm. "shit baby- oh my god."
his hips stilled, and you felt the warmth inside you as he painted your insides with his cum - a deep groan tearing from his throat and warmth filling you up both literally and figuratively as you felt the intensity of the intimacy.
his lips found yours quickly, kisses hot and passion-filled as if he was trying to spill all of his love for you out for you to feel. you took it greedily and happily, loving him back just as intensely. he pulled away only once he couldn't stand the lack of oxygen anymore, giving you a boyish grin while hovering over you and wiping the stray tears on your cheek, ragged breaths filling the room.
once the panting died down and the two of you caught your breaths back, yeonjun flipped next to you, pulling you to face him and hiking your leg up over his hip - moving you like a rag doll. "can i stay inside a little longer? y' so warm baby."
his face nuzzled into your neck, and your felt his plush lips dropping kisses along your collarbones and up your neck. "course. 'm comfy" you muttered back. your hands drifted up to his faded copper-dyed locks as you held each other close, hearts beating in unison and love clouding your minds. you basked in the silent afterglow together, until yeonjun broke the silence.
"i like being alone with you like this. it's so comfy n cozy n warm."
you hummed in acknowledgement, feeling the same way. "we should get our own place. one with a big fireplace and fluffy sheets like here."
the boy nodded into your neck, his heart soaring at the thought of you wanting to live with him. he dotted another kiss on your cheek, mumbling a "yes please." into your skin, followed by an "i love you" so soft and genuine your ears and cheeks burned hot.
you stayed that way for a while, comfortably entangled amongst the fresh-smelling sheets, crisp warmth enveloping your bodies.
"happy birthday jjunnie." you sighed breathily. "you wanna bake cookies and watch a movie now?"
"in a minute. just wanna be with you for a bit."
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kwanisms · 9 months
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02:22 — c.san :: Carnival of Lies
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➥ anarchist!San × fem!Reader summary: in the city of Neo Seoul in the year 2073, a group of bikers turned anarchists outlaws have decided to go through with a life changing heist. The plans have been laid, the timeline set, all that's left is to say goodbye but San never expected it to be this hard. wc: 10.9k genres/themes/au: angst, smut; fantasy, science fiction, cyberpunk, dystopian, western, & biker gang themes, anarchist!Ateez, outlaw!Ateez; non idol au, dystopian au, cyberpunk au warnings: ANGST AHEAD (you have been warned lol), adult dialogue, female reader, the characters break the laws of their society, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @wonderfulshinee @candidupped @dejavernon @violagoth @tigermoonbiss @katsukis1wife @luvsooby @thesolarplanetarysystem @salty-for-suga @devilsmatches @dmnspiit @simeonswhore @yangracha @seonghwalover @atinypurr @aikyubi
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smut warnings: possessive!San, sub!Reader, grinding/dry humping, use of pet names (baby, baby girl), sex photos/video, nipple play, fingering, dirty talk, finger sucking, oral (f receiving feat pussy drunk San), unprotected sex (use condoms), creampie, San is in love and highkey possessive but the reader loves it. I think I got all the warnings but if I missed any, please let me know!
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Glancing at the clock, San saw it was almost 100 and looked back down at his food. From the front seat, he could hear the faint sound of racing music as Wooyoung and Cardinal sat in the front seats, playing some sort of rhythm racing game on their phones.
“You two really like that game, don’t you?” San asked, making Wooyoung glance up. Cardinal let out a triumphant cheer as her character passed Wooyoung’s and crossed the finish line first.
Wooyoung let out a groan, throwing his head back against the headrest.
“That doesn’t count, he distracted me!” he whined. Cardinal smirked at Wooyoung before responding as if she were speaking to a baby.
“Awww it’s okay Woo,” she cooed. “Maybe next time.”
Cardinal put her phone away and glanced back. “Hand me one of those boxes,” she said, pointing to the food Yeosang had delivered only moments ago. San, who was already digging into his own food, set his utensils down and grabbed an unopened box, handing it to Cardinal who thanked him and took the fork he offered as well.
Wooyoung watched as the pair dug into their food. “What is that?” he asked, eyeing the food in Cardinal’s box. She held up the box for Wooyoung to sniff and he backed away. “What is that?” he asked again, albeit a little more disgusted.
Cardinal rolled her eyes and continued to eat. “You’re so dramatic.”
Wooyoung climbed into the back to sit beside San, grabbing another container and opening it, giving it a sniff as well. “Blech,” he said, closing it. “Of all the places Yeo could have gotten a job at, he had to pick the worst place in the district,” he scoffed.
San’s brow furrowed. “Don’t knock it until you try it,” he replied, picking up a plastic fork and digging into the noodles. Wooyoung pretended to gag, making San roll his eyes. “See,” Cardinal said, drawing both their attention. “What did I say? He’s dramatic.”
San nodded as Wooyoung shrugged and moved back up next to Cardinal reaching out to tickle her side. The sound of her giggles filled the van until she tried, and failed, to sternly tell Wooyoung off.
While San and Cardinal ate, Wooyoung pulled his phone out again and started up a new game of whatever new noisy musical rhythm game he’d downloaded.
“Have you heard from Joong?” San asked as he picked up his cup, taking a sip and turning his head to look at the back of Wooyoung’s head.
The younger man paused his game, still staring at his phone, no doubt reading something on the screen. Next to him, San could see Cardinal holding her phone, smirking at Wooyoung while Wooyoung typed something back.
San waited for his friends to answer but when they didn’t after a couple minutes, he spoke up again.
“Yo, Wooyoung!” he said, a little louder this time. Wooyoung nearly spun around in his seat. “What?” he asked, looking mildly shocked, like he’d been caught doing something. Cardinal tried to keep from laughing as she went back to eating her food.
“Did you hear me?” San asked, suspicious of his friend’s shifty behavior.
Wooyoung shook his head. “No, what did you say?”
San sighed, resisting the urge to chew his best friend out for not listening to him. “I asked if you’ve heard from Joong,” he answered, waiting for Wooyoung to answer him. “Oh,” Wooyoung said, shifting in his seat. Cardinal spoke up for him.
“Yeah. He said to hang tight for a bit. He’s checked in with everyone else and we’re all good to go,” she answered. “He contacted me earlier.”
San nodded as Wooyoung glanced back down at his phone, thumbs tapping away as he typed something quickly, throwing a glance at Cardinal who immediately checked her phone. If San wasn’t suspicious before, he definitely was now.
“Hey, uh,” Wooyoung said suddenly. “I’m not trying to sound like a dick here, but could you like… leave?”
San stared at his friend with a deadpan expression before turning to look at Cardinal who avoided his gaze. ‘Seriously?’
“Leave?” San asked, voice void of any emotion. “You want me to leave?”
Wooyoung nodded, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
“Uh yeah. I hate kicking you out of the van, like this, you know that but—” San sighed heavily, closing his takeout container and setting it aside. “Sure. Fine,” he replied flatly. Had he been looking at them, he would have seen the apologetic looks on both Wooyoung and Cardinal’s faces.
“Just… please don’t squishy my food or ruin my pallet,” San grumbled, Wooyoung grimacing as San grabbed his jacket. “Sorry,” he replied as San opened the back of the van and hopped out.
He shut the door, stopping briefly to pull on his red leather jacket.
“Nah,” he said as he moved around to the driver’s door. “It’s cool.”
Both Cardinal and Wooyoung gave him apologetic smiles.
“Get it, or whatever,” San added as he raised his fist for Wooyoung to give him a bump, Cardinal blushing furiously. “I’ll be back before 500,” he added before setting off, leaving Wooyoung and Cardinal in the van.
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San wasn’t one to let Wooyoung talk him into or out of things easily but he had his suspicions about Wooyoung and Cardinal’s relationship since day one and this just confirmed what he already assumed.
San walked around the corner, taking back alleys and streets, not wanting to run into anyone he didn’t want to see. His walk took him just past the customs shop where he saw Yunho working on a bike. San walked over, Yunho looking up as he approached.
“Hey,” Yunho said as he set the wrench in his hand down and picked up a dirty shop rag.
“What’s up?”
San looked around before looking up at Yunho.
“Where’s Jongho?” he asked. Yunho rolled his eyes. “Probably somewhere with Raven where there aren’t cameras,” he answered with a smirk and San immediately understood his meaning, a smile forming on his face.
“Why are you here?” Yunho asked suddenly.
“Woo and Cardinal kicked me out of the van,” San answered, shrugging as he tucked his hands into his jacket pocket. “So I’m taking a walk,” he added.
Yunho nodded, watching San carefully.
“I’d take a ride but someone has my bike,” he added. Yunho laughed sheepishly. “Hey, Joong wanted me to make some last minute adjustments,” he said, holding his hands up before he gestured for San to follow him. The two walked to the other side of the garage where Yunho pressed a button, lowering the garage door.
Once shut, he opened another door and allowed San to enter before following him.
“You want to take her out?” Yunho asked as he locked the door and flipped a switch, fluorescents flooding the room with bright white light.
The room had no windows and was an extension of the garage where Yunho worked on the motorbikes. The ones the city outlawed three years ago. San nodded. “Actually, yeah,” he said as he walked past the seven other bikes until he came to his.
It was an older Kawasaki model originally manufactured from 2006 to 2038. A Ninja 650 that San had a hand in completely customizing with Yunho’s help. San looked over the custom paint job, extra parts he had installed with an exceptional fondness.
The paint had been touched up and new decals applied with only the expertise and care that Yunho showed. “It should be ready for tomorrow,” Yunho explained as he moved to unchain the bike from the others.
“You can take her for a spin but make sure to bring her back before 400,” he said as San moved to mount the bike, running his hands over the handlebars.
“You listening to me?” Yunho asked as he placed the lock back on the chain. San nodded. “Back by 400,” he replied. “Got it.”
“Anything else?” He turned his head to find Yunho smiling at him, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Have fun,” he replied before tossing the keys over and pushing a button on the wall to open the small garage door. San put the key in the ignition and started the bike which came to life with a roar and settled into a loud purr.
He turned to look at his friend. “She sounds fucking amazing,” he called over the idling engine. Yunho waved him off and without another word, San put the bike in gear, turned off the brake, and let off the clutch.
He carefully rode the bike out of the shop into a slim alleyway and turned to head away from the city center. As soon as he was clear, Yunho shut the garage and San took off, driving down the alley as carefully as he could.
He knew if he rode on the main streets, he would be spotted by authorities and he didn’t want to deal with that so he stuck to the back streets and alleys as he moved further and further from the center.
As he continued, the buildings grew shorter in stature, the electronic billboards replaced with old painted ones as he drove further into the edge of town.
He didn’t know where he was going to go initially but as he headed further and further away, growing more and more bold, his mind was made up for him.
The diner.
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Neo Seoul was built on top of the former city, new skyscrapers reaching high into the clouds, all state of the art made of glass and metal. The older brick buildings were slowly replaced until only the old buildings stood in the outskirts.
San never much liked the city, finding it congested, full of fake people, and the adverts didn’t help. He hated how commercial everything was. He hated everything about the city. Not just on the surface level but deep down, it was corrupt, almost like a rotted core, working its way out, killing the organism from the inside out.
As San reached the outskirts, he slowed his bike, pulling up to the diner and parking the bike out back behind the building where he knew it wouldn’t be spotted. San removed the key and got up, making his way around the front of the building and entering through the front door.
The diner was a cliche and niche place, styled after a diner from 1950’s America and serving the same fare that one would find at such an establishment. San looked around as he entered, greeting one of the servers who rolled past him on roller skates. Another part of the charm and atmosphere of the diner.
San took a seat in the booth at the back of the room, ignoring the looks from some of the other patrons as he sat down.
A different server rolled up to greet him as San grabbed a menu from a small metal holder at the end of the table against the window. “What can I get you?” she asked, forcing San to look up. She was younger, possibly college age.
“A cherry coke please,” San answered as he looked back down to gloss over the menu. “And maybe a cheeseburger,” he added. The server jotted his order down on her table. “Fries okay?” she asked to which San nodded.
“Coming right up,” she said as she rolled away, leaving him alone for a moment before she returned with his drink. As she turned to roll away, San quietly stopped her. “Is Cherry here?” he asked softly.
The server’s eyes widened for a moment before narrowing.
“Uh, who’s asking?” she asked, looking at him suspiciously.
“Could you tell her Cola is here,” San asked, ignoring the confused look on the poor girl’s face. “She’ll know what it means.”
The server nodded slowly before skating away and behind the counter. She glanced back once before disappearing into the kitchen.
San had only been to this place a couple times before. It’d been a long time since he last visited. The interior was exactly the same.
The same red top tables with silver legs and matching booths line the front wall of the restaurant. A tall bar separated the kitchen from the restaurant with red bar stools that swivel on the spot. A swinging metal door with a round window separated the bar from the kitchen.
Caddies with condiments including sugar and creamer sat at the end of the tables, accompanying the metal menu holders under large picture windows with white blinds.
San was staring out the window, having spent the last couple minutes staring at the bubbles in his plastic cup clinging to the sides when he heard someone approach.
“Your cheeseburger with fries,” a familiar voice said, prompting San to look up and smile as he found himself face to face with quite possibly his favorite person.
You smiled as you set his plate down in front of him. “When Sango said Cola was asking for me, I was a little shocked,” you said as San looked up at you. “Haven’t seen you around here in a while.” The smile on San’s face fell.
“I’m sorry about that,” he said softly. You smiled at him with that same bright smile you always gave him. The radiant one you reserved only for puppies and him.
“It’s okay,” you replied. “I’m sure you’ve been quite busy.” San nodded slowly. You had a way of always leaving him speechless.
Ever since meeting you on the playground in primary school, San was shy and soft-spoken around you. Not that he was particularly loquacious to begin with. He’d always been more of an introvert but it got worse moving to the city with his family.
He was the new kid and even though he had his older sister, she was more preoccupied with her friends and her own life than with making sure San was okay. He kept to himself most of that first week. Until he literally bumped into you on the playground.
He’d been playing by himself in the jungle gym when some of the older boys kicked him out of their fort. San decided to use the slide to escape and that was how he accidentally mowed you down into the wood chips.
The other kids were quick to check on you but you were much tougher than San expected, even with the nasty scrape on your knee. He apologized profusely, expecting you to yell at him or cry for the teacher but you surprised him yet again by crouching down to make sure he wasn’t hurt.
You introduced yourself shortly after and an unlikely friendship was started.
Where San was shy and quiet, you were loud and friendly with everyone.
The entire class liked you. Including San.
Your friendship continued into junior high where San discovered he had feelings for you. It started when one of your fellow classmates came up and asked you to go to the movies.
A jealousy San had never experienced before erupted from his stomach and settled in his chest and you blushed and politely turned the guy down, saying your father wasn’t allowing you to date until high school.
San then made it his mission to keep the other boys away from you, partly for your father’s sake but also for his own.
He didn’t want to share you with anyone else.
He was possessive in that regard.
In high school, you started paying more attention to your appearance, wearing makeup and spending more time with your girl friends but you always made time for San. His feelings only got stronger and stronger.
San never mentioned his feelings for you, too afraid to ruin your friendship.
It wasn’t until your last year together that San finally confessed, assuming you would go off to college while San got a job and he would probably never see you again.
He was shocked, to say the least, when you reciprocated his feelings and kissed him, murmuring something about him taking long enough. Since then, it had been a slow but steady pace until San joined the underground resistance, something he kept secret from both his family and from you.
As far as you knew, he worked at a mechanic shop.
He would try to see you as often as he could between actually working and devoting time to the small rebel biker gang he joined.
Whatever free time he had, he tried to devote to you but it was difficult when he lived deep inside the city center while you lived on the outskirts of town. As he became more involved in the resistance, he saw you less and less.
So, rare moments like this he always treasured.
“You got time?” San asked, looking up at you while you checked your watch.
“Let me finish getting my food out and I’ll come back for my break,” you replied with a smile. San watched as you skated away before starting to dig into his food.
It was only a few moments later when you returned and sat down in the booth with him, sipping on your water while you talked. You told him all about what had happened since the last time you saw one another, occasionally stealing his fries.
San listened with rapt attention as you spoke animatedly, telling him stories about your life at home, where you were living, your neighbors, anything you could think of.
You had just finished telling him a story about one of your coworkers when you cleared your throat.
“Ben proposed to me.”
San, who had been taking a sip of his drink sputtered and coughed.
You leaned forward, looking concerned but he waved his hand while he coughed a few times before clearing his throat. “I forgot you were dating him,” he murmured, sounding a little dejected. You noticed immediately.
“Yeah. It was so sudden. I didn’t expect it,” you said with a nervous chuckle, bringing your hand up to brush some of your hair back. San followed your hand but surprisingly didn’t see a ring.
“I don’t see a ring,” he commented, picking up the last of his burger and taking a bite. He didn’t miss the way you avoided his gaze, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth briefly. “I actually said no,” you finally whispered.
San looked up from his plate, finding you already looking at him.
“Why?” He asked softly, holding your gaze. You shrugged your shoulders. “It didn’t feel right,” you replied just as quietly. “But you love him?” San asked.
You shook your head. “Not like that. Not enough to marry the guy.”
San picked up his cola and took a drink before speaking.
“He seemed like a great guy,” he noted, noticing the way you shrugged.
“He is,” you replied. “But I don’t want to marry him,” you added.
“It felt wrong.”
San tilted his head as you stole another fry from his plate.
“Felt wrong how?” he asked, watching you shift in your seat, avoiding his gaze.
“He’s not…” you said softly, trailing off. “He’s not what?” San’s voice was barely above a whisper now. You looked up through your lashes at him.
“He’s not you.”
San’s heart hammered against his chest as you held his gaze. There were so many things he wanted to say but he didn’t know where to start.
Before he could respond, a voice called out.
“Y/N, your break is over!”
You sat up quickly, glancing over to who San could only assume was your boss. “Sorry, Sherry!” You called and got up quickly.
San reached forward, grabbing your hand gently.
You looked down at his hand and then back up to meet his gaze.
“Can I see you after your shift?” He asked, holding your gaze with his intense stare. You hesitated before nodding. “I’m off in an hour,” you replied. “I’ll meet you here.”
Without another word, San let go of your hand and you hurried around the counter, offering another apology to your boss.
The other server came by to take San’s empty plate.
“Anything I can get for you?” She asked with a smile.
“Coffee,” San answered. “And a slice of pie. Whichever you recommend.”
The server nodded before skating away and fulfilling his order. She came back shortly with a white ceramic mug and a carafe of coffee, pouring him a cup and then skating away.
San grabbed some sugar and creamer, adding it to his coffee until the color was unrecognizable as coffee. Shortly after, the server rolled by, dropping off his pie. It was a slice of apple with a small swirl of whipped cream on top.
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San ate in silence, checking his watch and scrolling through his phone as the minutes ticked by. He was finishing his third or fourth cup of coffee when you appeared in your jacket and without skates, calling goodnight to your coworkers.
San had already paid his tab before you clocked out and stood up as you approached him. “Shall we?” You asked, smiling at him. San returned the smile and let you lead the way out of the diner before leading you around the building to where his bike stood, paint shimmering under the dim lamp light.
San picked up his own helmet and handed it to you. “I only have one,” he explained as you took it from him. “It should fit.”
You put the helmet on as San swung one leg over the bike, sitting and taking the handles and keeping it steady so you could climb onto the back. Only once you were situated, did San turn the key and the bike roared to life.
He felt you wrap your arms around his waist, holding tight as he put the bike into gear. The bike lurched forward, making you shriek as San cackled before actually releasing the clutch and pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road.
The ride was full of only the sound of the engine and the wind whipping.
San noticed a dark, desolate park as he turned into yet another empty street and slowed his bike, pulling into the small parking lot, rolling into one of the spaces before cutting the engine and parking the bike.
You removed the helmet and shook your head as San waited for you to get off.
Carefully you climbed off, making sure to push down the skirt of your diner uniform. San took the helmet from you and hung it on one of the handlebars before turning to you.
“Aren’t you afraid of someone stealing it?” You asked, nodding at the helmet. San shook his head. “Not really,” he replied, taking your hand and leading you through the park. The two of you walked on the paved path, hand in hand as San asked more about your life lately.
He wanted to address what you had said at the diner but decided he would wait to bring it up. He didn’t want to pry too much but he also wanted to know what you had meant and if you had actually meant it.
“I actually had a reason for coming to see you,” San said suddenly, causing you to look at him. “Oh?” Your voice sounded equal parts curious and confused as the two of you continued to walk.
“I have this… job,” he said softly.
San always made sure not to tell you too many details about his work. About the work he did for the resistance. He didn’t want you to be a target or to be too privy to any sensitive information, mainly for your protection and that of his crew.
But this job was different. It was big. There was a chance he might not see you again for a long, long time and he wanted you to be aware of that.
“Yeah,” he answered. “It’s a big one,” he continued. “Bigger than any I’ve ever done.” You nodded as he spoke, enjoying the warmth of your hand in his. “And this job might…” you glanced up as he trailed off.
You pulled him to a stop. “Might what?” You asked softly. San hesitated before finally looking at you. “It might force me to leave town or go into hiding for a while.” Your eyes widened. “Which means I may not see you again for a really long time,” he continued. You listened silently as he spoke.
“Which is why,” San said. “I want to make the most of tonight.”
“I want to spend as much time with you as I can before I have to go away.”
You let go of his hand, moving to pull him into a hug, eye shutting tight as his arms wrapped around yours. “I care so much about you, Y/N,” he said softly. “I want you to stay safe which is why I keep this life separate but I’m also selfish and I want to be with you.”
You nodded, understanding where he was going. “If I could just be with you without this complication, I would in a heartbeat,” he continued. You looked up, smiling as you fought back tears. “Then just be with me tonight,” you answered. San cupped your cheek, gazing into your eyes lovingly.
Pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead, he took your hand again and resumed walking around the park, following the path.
As you walked around a curve in the path, San noticed a dancing light and looked up. About twenty to thirty feet from where you both stood was a rather large house, the backyard behind a black wrought iron fence. In the backyard, was a large swimming pool where the light was coming from.
San glanced down at you, waiting for you to see it too. When you did, you glanced up at him. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “No San!” You hissed as he dragged you along, heading for the fence. “This is illegal!”
San snorted as you reached the property line. “And so is owning a motorbike,” he added. “Since when have I ever cared for the rules?”
You shook your head, unable to hide the smile on your face. “It’s only illegal in the city,” you reminded him. “Still illegal,” San answered. He looked around for a moment before scooting past you to a stone pillar at the end of the fence.
“San!” You hissed again as he carefully found his footing and started to climb. “San, we’re going to get caught!”
He looked down at you, bringing a finger up to his lips. “Not if you stay quiet,” he whispered before continuing to climb. He scaled the pillar with ease, carefully hopping down into the backyard before moving to the gate and unlocking it, opening it slowly and only enough to let you in.
The owners of the house clearly had money and took very good care of their lawn, if the pristinely cut grass, stone tile patio with an outdoor dining set and grill and well maintained pool and covered hot tub were anything to go by.
San walked over to the pool, kneeling down to stick his hand in it.
“San, what are you doing?!” You whisper yelled at him as he started to kick off his shoes, pulling his socks off and tucking them inside his shoes for safe keeping.
He shrugged off his jacket and started to undo his pants before turning to look at you.
“You gonna just stand there?” He asked as he undid his belt and pants, pushing them down, making you giggle as he kicked his jeans off and jumped into the pool in his underwear with a splash. “San!” You hissed as he surfaced.
He pushed his hair back before looking up at you. “Come on,” he said. “Live a little, Y/N.” You huffed out a sigh, glancing around before taking off your own jacket and kicking off your shoes and socks.
San turned to swim away as you shimmied out of your dress and quickly discarded it before stepping off the side of the pool into the warm water.
When you surfaced you started swimming towards San who grinned mischievously at you. “You’re insane,” you murmured as you met him near the side of the pool.
You felt one of his arms snake around your waist, pulling your shivering body against his warm one. “You followed me,” he whispered, eyes dipping to look at your lips before pulling you closer, his own lips meeting yours.
It had been more years than you could remember since San had last kissed you and it still made your heart skip a beat and butterflies erupt in your stomach.
His lips moved softly against yours until you felt his tongue against your bottom lip, begging for permission. Your lips parted, sighing as his tongue slipped past them and moved languidly against your own tongue.
Your arms went around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, making him groan against your mouth. “Did you mean it earlier?” He whispered, breaking the kiss to look at you through heavy hooded eyes. “When you said you couldn’t marry Ben because he’s not me?”
You nodded, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. “Yes,” you answered.
“It’s always been you San. I’ve never wanted anyone but you.”
San let out a groan, pulling you back in for another kiss.
Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he pinned you against the side of the pool, both hands holding you up. You gasped against his lips as you felt his cloth covered hard length rut against your lace covered core. His lips kissed across your cheek before brushing against your ear.
“I want you so bad,” he murmured, his breath hot and heavy against your wet skin.
He grinded against you again, groaning in your ear.
A sudden bright light filled the area and you both quickly looked to see one of the flood lights had come on. “Shit,” San cursed, pushing you towards the ladder.
“Go, go!”
You climbed the slippery ladder as quickly as you could, hurrying over to your clothes as San followed, snatching his own stuff and leading you to the gate as the back door of the house slid open and a deep booming voice threatened to call the police as you both darted out the gate and through the park in just your underwear. San ducked behind the jungle gym, pulling you under with him.
The two of you waited for a moment, listening but could only hear the sound of your own heavy breathing. You placed your hand over your chest feeling the pounding of your heart. San, who had his eyes on you, suddenly burst into quiet laughter. You turned to look at him.
“What is so funny?” You demanded incredulously. “We almost got caught!”
“We did get caught,” San answered. “But wasn’t that a rush?”
You glared at him as he started to pull on his clothes. You quickly started to dress as well, pulling on your dress and trying to ignore the feeling of San’s eyes on you. You were pulling on your shoes when San finally poked his head out of your hiding spot and looked around.
“I think we’re okay,” he whispered, leaning back in to look at you as you tied your apron back on. “Come on,” he said, nodding his head and stepping out from under the jungle gym. You followed hesitantly, looking around before finally stepping out and standing up straight.
“Can we agree to never do that again?” You whispered, brushing your skirt off.
San turned to face you, one of his hands moving to your waist as he backed you up against the jungle gym, his face inches from yours. He rested his other hand against the hard plastic structure.
“Don’t tell me that wasn’t exciting,” he said softly, moving the hand on your waist up to take your chin gently. “Getting caught skinny dipping in a strangers pool isn’t exciting, San,” you whispered as his thumb moved, brushing over your bottom lip.
“It’s reckless.”
You let out a tiny gasp as San pushed himself into you, his erection pressing against your thigh. “I didn’t mean the pool part,” he whispered, leaning in and brushing his lips against yours. “San,” you murmured, your hands grabbing his jacket.
“Yes?” He hummed, nuzzling his nose against yours.
You hesitated, uncertain if you should continue.
It had always been like this, a game of push and pull when it came to you and San. You’d push for more and he’d always pull away. He’d push you to try new things and you’d pull away. Quite frankly, you were getting sick of it.
It was time to change things.
Your hands tightened on his jacket, pulling him even closer.
“I—”
Your words failed you as San stared at you, lights from the city behind you shining over his face, reflecting in his eyes like stars. “Yes?” he asked, a smile threatening to spread across his face. Instead of answering him, you decided action was the best course to take and reached up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a kiss.
San responded immediately, one arm moving to wrap around your waist, holding you steady while the other moved into your hair, lips parting and deepening the kiss. You moaned, the sound muffled by his mouth as he greedily swallowed the sound. You only broke apart needing air but as soon as you gasped down a couple breaths, San’s lips were back on yours, his hand moving down to your hip.
His hand moved around, grabbing your ass before moving down to lift your thigh to his waist. “Wait,” you mumbled, breaking the kiss. San gave you a perplexed look, certain he’d done something wrong.
But when you replied “not here,” he took your hand, leading you over to his bike. You put the helmet back on and climbed on before he started the engine and backed up a couple feet.
Once in gear, he pulled out of the space and turned the bike around, heading onto the street and followed your instruction to your apartment. The ride only took a few minutes and soon he was pulling into the alley between your building and the butcher shop next door.
San turned the engine off and put the kickstand down before getting off and helping you up. You removed the helmet and decided to bring it with you up to your apartment rather than leave it with the bike.
You had just reached your floor when San stopped you. “Wait,” you heard him say softly. “What about…” his voice trailed off, eyes still looking at your face.
“Ben stayed at the old apartment,” you answered, knowing what he was getting at without even saying anything. “This is my apartment. I live here alone.”
San nodded, allowing you to continue down the hall. You unlocked your door, allowing San into the apartment before shutting the door behind you and locking it again. You pulled your jacket off, hanging it up as you set your keys on the kitchen island while San took a quick look around.
It was a small studio apartment, the bedroom separated by a cube shelf you probably put together yourself.
The front living room and dining room area was small with only a loveseat, coffee table, and media console. The kitchen was also small with a tiny kitchen island where your sink was. The bedroom area was where your queen size bed and desk were.
You had removed your shoes and socks and were untying your apron when San turned back around to look at you. Looking up, you were met with his heated gaze. “What?” You asked as you untied your apron and set it on the counter.
San crossed the apartment, pulling you against him, lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. From there, it was a mess of stumbling, tugging his clothes off until you both tumbled onto your bed, San trapping you beneath him.
Along the way from the kitchen to your bed, he’d lost his jacket and shirt, leaving him in his jeans and a white tank. Your skirt had fallen up as your legs wrapped around his waist, exposing your black lace panties.
You let out a moan as San leaned in, kissing up your neck as he rolled his hips against yours, grinding his erection into your soaked panties.
“Fuck,” you heard him hiss.
“I should have done this a long time ago,” San groaned, lips moving across your cheek. “San,” you gasped as his hips rolled against yours, pressing his hard cock against your core. “Say that again,” San whispered in your ear, grinding into you again.
“Say my name like that again, baby.”
You moaned, his name slipping out as he rutted against you again. His movements sped up, grinding against you repeatedly. “S-Sannie,” you whimpered, one hand moving to his shoulder as the other gripped the hair at the nape of his neck tightly. San groaned into your neck as his head fell.
“Oh god, that’s even better,” he grunted.
Whines and mewls left your lips as San continued to grind against you, grunting into your neck until you finally spoke up, your voice a little more hoarse than you intended.
“S-San,” you tried to catch his attention. When he didn’t seem to hear you, you tried again.
“San,” you said a little clearer. “Wait, wait, stop,” you continued, tapping his shoulder.
San lifted his head, stopping instantly and fixing you with a perplexed stare.
“W-what? What’s wrong?” He asked, eyes searching your face.
You reached up, cupping his cheek. “I don’t want things to go too far—”
San bowed his head with a groan. “I’m so sorry,” he started apologizing.
You shook your head as he started to push himself up. “I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions,” he continued but you sat up quickly, grabbing his arm. “No, San,” you answered. “It’s not that.”
He stared at your hand on his arm before his eyes traveled up to meet your gaze.
“You didn’t let me finish,” you added.
San relaxed in your grip as he waited for you to speak.
“I was going to say that I don’t want things to go too far before we’ve properly had a chance to explore things,” you said as you watched him, waiting for his reaction. “Explore things?” He repeated your words back to you, which you confirmed with a nod.
“What does that mean?”
Your cheeks burned but you spoke with as much confidence as you could muster.
“Explore… each other.”
San’s eyes widened as your words sank in. “Explore each other?” He parroted, his lips pulling into a smile as you nodded.
“Sorry for interrupting you!” He said excitedly as he quickly threw himself onto you, pinning you against the mattress.
You let out a giggle as he peppered kisses all over your cheeks before taking your lips in a soft kiss that quickly turned heated. “God,” he murmured, lips moving across your cheek.
“I love you so much.”
Your eyes shot open and you were met with his intense stare. His face was full of nothing but adoration as he looked down at you. Your cheeks burned under his gaze and you quickly pushed him over, rolling so you were on top of him, straddling his hips.
He looked surprised as you leaned over, pressing your lips to his. “I love you too,” you answered, squealing when he pulled you tightly against him.
“This needs to come off,” he pouted, tugging at your skirt.
“Then take it off me,” you challenged. San raised an eyebrow and was quick to sit up, wasting no time as he pushed the cheap material up and watched in awe as you finished the job, pulling the dress off with ease and tossing it to the floor.
His eyes left your face, trailing down to take in your lace bra, his hands moved carefully against your skin, up your sides to cup your breasts over the material. You ran your fingers through his hair, keeping your eyes trained on his face as he continued to explore.
He reached behind your back, glancing up once as he mumbled a simple “may I?”
You nodded, breathing heavily as he undid the clasp on your bra and just as swiftly, pulled the straps down your shoulders and discarded the item with your dress. Your cheeks burned as he saw you for the first time.
You’d dreamt about this moment more than once but now that it was happening, you were feeling many emotions all at once. Love, lust, anxiety, fear, self consciousness. Would he like what he saw? What if he didn’t?
Your concerns were quashed when San spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are?”
Your cheeks burned more as you pulled your bottom teeth between your teeth, shaking your head. San carefully took the back of your neck in one hand while cupping one of your tits with the other, the palm of his hand warm against your sensitive nipple.
“You are,” he confirmed. “So fucking beautiful,” he added as he pulled you into a kiss, lips moving against yours as he parted them, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The hand on your chest squeezed, kneading your breast gently.
San pulled back, looking up at you with glossy eyes. “Lay back for me, baby,” he murmured, voice laced with desire. You carefully leaned back until you were lying on your back, San moving to kneel between your thighs.
He took your hands, moving to pin them over your head against the mattress. His lips met your collar, peppering light kisses over your skin, up the side of your neck.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy taking my time with you,” he whispered in your ear.
He let go of your wrists as he sat up. “Keep your hands there,” he ordered, his own hands moving to undo his pants and belt. You watched as San unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, kicking them off and tossing them off the bed.
Next to go was his tank, joining his jeans in a pile on the floor, leaving him in his underwear and the necklace he always wore. The same one you gifted him many years ago.
He leaned over, kissing your stomach before moving to slide his thumbs under your panties and as slow as possible, pulled them down, sliding them down your thighs before finally discarding them on the floor as well.
You looked up at him as his eyes raked over your body, taking in all the things he’d never seen before. He rested his hands on your knees and pushed your thighs apart, ignoring the blush that crept across your face as you watched him eye up your glistening sex.
You’d only ever been intimate with one man but it wasn’t the one you wanted and now that you had the man you truly wanted to be with here in your apartment, you were going to make the most of it.
“Like what you see?” You whispered, drawing San’s attention. He met your gaze with a smirk. “More than you know,” he admitted, leaning over to kiss you. “I just want to memorize every detail,” he mumbled against your lips.
“Take a picture,” you whispered. San pulled back to give you a shocked look. “You’re serious?” He asked, which you nodded in response to. “Yes,” you answered. “Take a picture of me. Then you can look at it whenever you want to. Remember every detail until we see each other again.”
San groaned before moving to grab his phone from his pants. He quickly unlocked the screen, opened the camera app and snapped several pictures. He set his phone aside and dove back in, pressing kisses to your chest.
“San,” you breathed, your fingers combing through his hair as his lips brushed against the soft skin of your breast. “Hmm?” He hummed in response, looking up to meet your eyes in a soft gaze.
“I want you,” you whispered. He let out a small huff, his hot breath fanning across your skin. “I want you too, baby,” he replied. “I’m just taking my time with you.”
Without giving you a chance to answer, you felt his wet tongue run over your nipple before taking it in his mouth, making you moan loudly. He was gentle but still firm, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub before suckling softly.
Another moan slipped out as you felt his fingers skimming down your stomach and between your thighs. He pressed them against your wetness, groaning against your chest as he pushed one into your waiting hole.
“So fucking wet for me already?”
You whimpered as he carefully curled his finger against your walls before adding a second, pumping them slowly as his tongue continued to swirl around and run over your nipple, fixating his attention.
“S-San,” you whined, thighs trying to clench around his waist but unable to do so. Your walls fluttered around his fingers as he fucked and stretched you open. With the addition of a third finger, your arousal was starting to seep out of your hole, spilling onto your sheets.
“Such a greedy girl,” he murmured, his voice barely louder than the wet squelching of your cunt trying to suck his fingers back in. “Can I record this?” He asked softly. You nodded instantly. “Record whatever you want,” you gasped as he curled his fingers.
San sat back, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you as he reached over to grab his phone. He opened the camera app and pressed the record, aiming the lens between your thighs as his fingers pistoned in and out of you.
Your slick shined in the flash as he lowered the phone to get a closer shot.
“That’s it baby,” he rasped, looking up from the screen of his phone to your fucked out expression. He moved his phone to get a shot of your face before moving it back to your pussy.
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” He cooed, fingers curling inside against your sweet spot. “Y-yes,” you moaned. “M’gonna cum, Sannie.”
Your thighs trembled as your high approached but just before you toppled over the edge, San stopped, pulling his fingers from your cunt. You whined in protest as he chuckled. Making sure to record, he brought his soaked fingers to your lips.
“Open,” he ordered. You did as he asked, lips parting enough for him to shove all three fingers into your mouth. “Clean them,” he added, keeping the camera on your face as you licked and sucked his fingers clean.
“Good girl,” he cooed, pausing the recording. “Here,” he said, handing the phone to you. “I want you to record me now.”
Your cheeks burned as he kissed your lips and then scooted back to settle between your thighs.
Doing as he asked, you pushed the record button, keeping the camera pointed at him. Once he knew you were recording, San smiled mischievously at the camera as he pushed your thighs apart and leaned in, biting the inside of your thigh and making you squeal.
He let out a breathy chuckle, kissing the same spot.
“San,” you breathed out as you felt him kiss his way up the inside of your thigh, skipping over your sex as he kissed up your stomach and chest, stopping to look up at you from between the valley of your breasts.
“Say it again,” he murmured. “Say my name again. Let me hear who’s making you feel this good, baby.” You moaned in response, hand moving to card your fingers through his hair. “You are,” you whispered.
You felt him huff against your skin. “Louder baby,” he retorted. “I can’t hear you.”
“You are!” You all but shouted. San chuckled against your skin, nuzzling into your sternum. “You’re damn right,” he answered.
His lips kissed down your stomach as he settled between your thighs, shoulders brushing against your skin. “Don’t be shy,” he said softly but just loud enough for you to hear him. “Let everyone know how good I make you feel.”
Your fingers in his hair tightened as you felt his tongue run along your slit, his hands shifting to spread your folds before he dove in, immediately teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue before cautiously sucking on it, making your back arch off the mattress as you fought to keep the camera focused on him.
“So sensitive,” he mused, attacking the bundle of nerves with his tongue with short but quick licks, each time making your thighs shake until you pushed his head down, forcing his tongue back against your clit.
He didn’t seem to mind, alternating between sucking and licking, making your cheeks burn as the sound of his sinful actions filled the room. It was wet and lewd but only the two of you were around to hear it.
You felt his hands move, sliding under your backside between your ass and the sheets as he held you in place, his tongue lapping at your swollen nub. Your hand in his hair moved up your stomach to grab one of your tits, massaging slowly.
“S-San,” you gasped as his tongue moved down, prodding at your entrance. You felt his nose bump against your clit as he toyed with your hole, groaning against you at the taste of your essence. “You taste so fucking good,” he grunted before pulling your clit back between his lips, a lewd slurping sound eminating from him.
“S-San,” you whined, cheeks still burning as heat spread from your stomach and to the other parts of your body. “F-feels so good,” you moaned, your fingers in his hair combing through his dark tresses.
You let out a whimper as you felt two of his fingers circle your wet entrance before pushing teasingly into you shallowly. He flattened his tongue, moving his head as his fingers teased your entrance.
“Please S-Sannie,” you moaned, back arching off your bed, begging him for more.
Without word or warning, San’s fingers breached your walls yet again, sliding in with ease as his tongue continued its assault on your clit. He kept his fingers still for a moment before starting to slowly pump them in and out of your sopping cunt.
Your thighs tried to clench around him but he used his free hand to push one of your thighs away from his head, keeping it pinned to the bed as he ate you out, fingers continuing to gain momentum until they were almost pistoning in and out of you.
A tightness in your lower stomach started, feeling as if an elastic band was being pulled back, tension mounting and ready to snap at any second. “I’m gonna cum,” you moaned. San ceased all movement at once and you whined as he pulled his fingers from your pussy. “San!”
You pushed yourself up to look at him, resting on your elbow as you tried to continue filming. He pulled his head back with a cheeky grin. His chin and lips were coated in your arousal, eyes glazed over and pupils blown wide with lust.
“I was so close,” you whined as he wiped his chin before moving to hover over you, taking you in a searing kiss, tongue pushing past your lips and dancing against yours.
You groaned, tasting yourself of his lips and tongue before he pulled away, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. “Open,” he whispered, watching as your lips parted, taking his fingers in your mouth. “Suck,” he continued, groaning as you cleaned your juices off his fingers.
As quickly as it started, he pulled his fingers from your mouth and pulled you into a passionate kiss, pinning you under him as he fiddled with his underwear.
His lips kissed down your neck to your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth again, tongue swirling around the sensitive nub while one of his hands kneaded and massaged your other tit.
You moaned, fingers combing through his hair and his tongue flicked against your pert nipple.
He pulled back, blowing on your wet skin and sending a chill up your spine. His lips were back against your cheek as he made his way to your ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget there was ever anyone else,” he whispered, grinding his hard cock against your wet cunt.
“Please,” you begged, meeting the grind of his hips. “Please San.”
Letting out a growl, San took the phone from you and set it aside, not even bothering to turn the recording off before he reached between your bodies, taking himself in his hand to give his cock a couple strokes, spreading your wetness along his length before pressing the head of his cock against your entrance.
You reached up, cupping his cheek as he looked up to meet your gaze. “Do it,” you whispered. “I trust you.”
San groaned, pushing into your velvety warm walls. “Ssshiiit,” he hissed, breath fanning over the skin of your neck. “K-keep going,” you gasped, one hand moving to his shoulder, squeezing as he did just that, his cock sliding further into your pussy.
“You feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” San whined, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your walls clenched around him, drawing another whine from his lips, muffled by your neck. “You too,” you breathed, trying to adjust to the intrusion, your thighs squeezing around his slim waist.
“Please Sannie,” you urged, squeezing his waist with your thighs, one of your heels pushing into the back of his thigh. “Please fuck me.”
San groaned, his throbbing cock twitching in your cunt. “You can’t just say things like that, baby girl,” he mumbled. “And not expect me to go fuckin’ feral on you.”
You opened your mouth to respond but moaned instead when San pulled back quickly before thrusting into you one, twice, three times, setting a steady rhythm. Your hand in his hair moved to the back of his neck as you moved your hand from his shoulder to his bicep, squeezing gently.
“Fuck,” you hissed as he hit you with a hard thrust, testing just how much you could take. “Feels good?” He asked, lifting his head to smirk down at you. “Mhm,” you hummed, thighs tightening around his waist. “So f-fucking good.”
“Say it again. Tell me how good it feels, ” San groaned, hips stuttering as your walls convulsed around his cock again. “F-feels so fucking good, San,” you repeated. “Yeah?” San asked, his voice breathless as he watched your face contorted in pleasure.
“Feels fucking good? You like the way I fuck you?” He asked, his hips pounding harder against yours, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “You like how I fill you up?” His voice dropped in pitch, a groan threatening to escape as he tried to hold back.
You nodded, whimpering as you felt the head of his length hit the spot that had your toes curling. “You like how my cock feels in your tight little pussy?”
You gasped as San rolled his hips, making you feel every ridge, bump, and vein. “You like that, baby?” He asked breathlessly, brows furrowing in concentration as your walls gripped him tighter, like a warm hug, enticing him to bury himself inside you and never leave again.
“Yes, Sannie,” you whined, your fingers moving back into his hair, trying to find something to hold onto and keep yourself grounded in the moment. You’d always wanted San to take you for his own. You’d been in love with the man since you were teenagers. Even when he didn’t follow the same path as you.
You never stopped loving him. Even when he pushed you away, saying it was for your safety. He didn’t want you to get hurt but when he came back, wanting to spend more time and see you more, you fell even harder.
The corner of your eyes burned with unshed tears as you felt your orgasm approaching. “San,” you gasped. “M'so close.”
San nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on your face. “I know, baby,” he answered, his voice just as breathy as yours. “Me too.”
The roll of his hips switch to a more erratic thrusting, each drag of his cock against your walls pulling moan after moan from you. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Look at me,” he growled. Your eyes opened, blinking away the hot tears that threatened to spill.
You felt San’s hand cup your cheek as he held your gaze. “Tell me you love me,” he blurted out. “Tell me.” Your heart leapt into your throat, pounding just as much as before. “I-“ you hesitated. Of course you loved him, you told him earlier but now it felt so much more intimate.
Your eyes darted between his before it finally slipped out.
“I love you, San.”
He sighed heavily, pulling you into a messy kiss that was mostly tongue before pulling back, ignoring the trail of spit that connected your lips. “Tell me,” he whispered, still thrusting quickly into you, cock ramming your cunt with renewed vigor. “Tell me you’re mine,” he continued.
You moaned, your hand moving to grab his wrist as your orgasm loomed over your head. “I’m yours,” you whimpered. “Only yours.”
San growled, burying his face in your neck as he chased his high, yours already crashing over you like ocean waves. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” San moaned against your skin. “M'gonna cum.”
“Cum inside me,” you gasped, keeping your thighs tight around his waist so he couldn’t pull away. “Fill me up and make me yours completely, San.” San growled into your neck, thrusting a few more times before he came with a groan, hips continuing to fuck you as he relased inside you, filling your cunt with his hot load.
His hips slowed to a stop until he collapsed on top of you. “Holy shit,” he gasped as you combed your fingers through his sweaty hair. San turned his head to look at you, finding you already looking at him with a dazed smile.
“What?” he asked, lifting his head to look at you properly.
“I love you so much,” you murmured, moving your hand to pull his face towards yours, pressing your lips against his forehead. “Yah,” he whined, cheeks turning peach as he tried to hide his face in your neck. “I’m supposed to kiss your forehead,” he mumbled. “Not the other way around.”
You giggled as he pushed himself up to look down at your smiling face.
His eyes darted to the side, noticing the phone with the camera still open, recording the ceiling. “Whoops,” he said, grabbing the device and pressing the stop button. You’d also completely forgotten about the phone until he brought it up.
“Did it record everything?” You asked as he set the device on the nightstand. He nodded, looking back down at you. “Yeah,” he answered softly before he took your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, lips moving softly against each other. “I love you,” he whispered against your lips. “So much.”
You kissed him back, smiling as he leaned into your kiss. You let out a series of giggles as his hands wandered, tickling your sides before shrieking as he rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him. San groaned as he looked up at you.
“Fuck, I should have made you ride me,” he murmured, hands moving up your sides and around to cup your chest. You leaned over to kiss him again. “We still have a couple hours,” you muttered, lips brushing against his. You felt one of his hands move up to your neck, cupping the side of it.
“Give me a bit to recover first,” he murmured, pressing multiple kisses to your lips.
“Then we can go again. We can go all night if you want to,” he added, looking up into your eyes. You placed your hand over his. “All night?” you asked, sounding hopeful and prompting San to nod in response.
“I’m yours until 400,” he added, noticing how your smile fell a fraction, the same sadness from before reaching your eyes. “And then you’ll be gone,” you whispered. San took your face in his hands. “Not forever,” he whispered, thumb stroking your cheek as tears welled up in your eyes.
“No,” he murmured, kissing you softly. “Please don’t cry, Y/N.”
You tried to hold back your tears, sobs threatening to escape your throat.
“I’ll come back for you,” he added. “I promise.”
You nodded your head as he kissed you again. “You told me you love me,” you whispered. San hummed in response, pulling you against his chest, fingers combing through your hair. “I do,” he replied.
“You promise?”
San nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I promise, baby.”
“And you promise you’ll come back for me?”
San could only curse the universe for the way things worked out. If he had his way, he’d call off the whole resistance and quit it all to be with you but he was too far in. Too deep. He couldn’t do that to his crew who had become like family to him.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he nodded once more.
“I promise,” he answered, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Because you love me?” Your voice was so soft as you slowly started to drift off.
San smiled at you as you eyes fluttered shut, fingers combing through your hair gently. He’d never loved anyone as much as he loved you. It was a bittersweet love. One that was doomed to end with heartbreak.
“Because I love you.”
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It was almost a crime to leave your apartment but San knew he had no choice. Even though you looked so peaceful sleeping. Almost like an angel.
He knew he had business to attend to. He had to have the bike back to Outlaw Customs by 400 and it was just after 300. The ride back wasn’t as long but San made sure to savor every moment of it.
That was until his bike started making a weird sound.
He had just pulled into the alley when the sound started so he was able to roll the bike to the garage door and press the buzzer.
After a few moments, no doubt Yunho checking the cameras, the garage door started to open with a mechanical whirring. Yunho greeted his friend before a frown covered his features.
“Why does she sound like that?” Yunho asked as San parked the bike and cut the engine. “That’s a great question,” San answered. “It just started making it as soon as I pulled into the alley.”
Yunho pushed the garage door closing button and walked over, kneeling by the bike to inspect it. “I might need to readjust a few things,” he murmured before standing back up. “She’ll be fine for the job,” he added as San narrowed his eyes at the giant mechanic. “She better be,” San muttered.
Yunho waved his concern away. “Have I ever given you reason to doubt me?” The giant asked to which San shook his head. “Not yet,” he answered, making Yunho swear and playfully swipe at his friend.
“So, did you get everything done?” Yunho asked, not missing the sad smile that crossed San’s features. “Yeah,” the shorter man said. “Yeah I did.”
Yunho paused for a moment before placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. “If you want to talk about it—” San quickly cut him off.
“I’ll be fine,” he said quickly, pulling from Yunho’s reach. “I’ll see you later.”
Yunho nodded as San walked out the door into the main shop, nodding towards the shop owner, Nightowl, as he exited, Yunho not far behind.
“What was that all about?” Nightowl asked, looking over at Yunho who shrugged.
“I have no idea.”
The walk back was shorter than San remembered and soon the old van came into view. Wooyoung was still sitting in the driver’s seat while Cardinal sat in the passenger seat just like when San left.
Wooyoung was playing the same rhythm game on his phone while Cardinal looked through city maps. They both looked just as they had when San left but he picked up on subtle differences. Wooyoung’s hair was a little more wild and Cardinal was missing one of their shirts, left in just a tank top and pants.
San didn’t need to be a genius to know what happened in the back of the van and he begrudgingly opened the back door of the van and climbed in.
The stench of sex hung in the air and San pushed the blankets away from him as he settled down in his usual spot. “Where did you go?” Cardinal asked, peering over the seat to look at San as he removed his leather jacket and hung it on a hook next to him.
“Just out,” he answered quietly as he grabbed his tablet and started fiddling with it, ignoring the looks both Wooyoung and Cardinal threw his way. He missed the way they both exchanged worried looks with one another.
“You alright, San?” Wooyoung asked, glancing back at his friend. San said nothing but nodded.
He continued to tap on the screen while Wooyoung and Cardinal exchanged glances once more.
Part of San wishes he hadn’t come back. That he’d stayed with you in your apartment and forgotten the whole thing. Everything he’d worked for and helped set in motion. He would forget it all if it meant he could have a chance at being happy with you. But it wasn’t possible.
Not in this life.
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I just want to say, as a certified monster fucker, I'm already in love with your story hahaaa <3 I'm glad we're getting more adult stories and the themes in this one are so intriguing, can't wait for the rest ! Alsooo, I really liked the way you describe things? I do not know how to explain it haha but I could easily visualize what was happening and the general atmosphere you're going for and I thought that was neat :^)
thank you so much for your kind words!! i truly appreciate them and i'm so glad the descriptions were to your liking! i have at least some level of aphantasia, so i'm always worried that i'm not describing things enough haha... glad that doesn't seem to be the case!
i was actually talking to my friends just yesterday about how there's relatively few Creacher-y ROs around... so for whatever reason, i guess because it's on my mind, i thought i'd take a bit of time/space here to mention all of the Monsterfucker Approved (TM) ROs that i could come up with, in case anyone else might be interested. this list isn't meant to be exhaustive (in case i miss anyone) as sadly i am yet to become all-seeing and all-knowing 😔
Creacher (Alien)
Rhaxa and Imxa from Project Hadea by my beloved @nyehilismwriting. spikey, scaley, bitey, etc. 👌i also love and appreciate the attention to detail put into worldbuilding for the different ways their species communicates and thinks and so on, showing the culture gaps between them and humans. quality buggies!
Creacher (Eldritch)
Roach from The Passenger... the mc is also an eldritch creacher in this one, which may add or subtract to the enjoyment for various different people lol
Sysba from Attollo; i also think this game in general is pretty monster friendly, with a bunch of monstrous side characters and so forth. the cool kind of neo-gothic vibes give it a feeling a bit akin to a cyberpunk Penny Dreadful... it's about as Monsterfucker as cyberpunk gets i think!
Beacon from Stygian: The Abyssal Lighthouse by my good friend @salty-stories. this one is probably the most Lovecraftian of the eldritch creachers i think, heavy Call of Cthulhu vibes. it's still in progress but i'm personally willing to wait haha
Creacher (Parahuman)
Lorelei and The Other from The Golden Harp; pirates and sirens and mermaids, oh my!
Danny and Isla from When It Hungers by the wonderful @roast-ifs ... the game is still on hiatus but it still lives rent-free in my head always... the monster mcs are So *chef's kiss*
Oisein from The Nameless; due to the sheevra mc there's a Lot of really cool exploration of the boundaries of humanity and stuff like that... we love a "nonhumans shouldn't be able to feel/do this" story... we love it a Normal amount for sure.
Creacher (Indefinable)
Trace from Greenwarden by @fiddles-ifs; an iconique creacher... the game itself also has excellent kind of Appalachian gothic/supernatural vibes and a dark undercurrent of Lurking Monster Foreboding.
Games with Applicably Creacher-esque Vibes
Virtue's End by my beloved friend dani... the ROs might be human, but the mc most certainly is not<3 dark fantasy and sumptuous Monster vibes, what more can you ask?
anything by the extremely talented @thirtybythirty (links to their games in their pinned post). everything they write has a compelling undercurrent of... eldritch existentialism. perhaps the creacher is in fact the Narrative... or maybe the humans were the creachers all along...
the fabulous OFNA: Birds of a Feather - it has the perfect combination of things Not Quite Human and Not Quite Right to create a rich and ominous atmosphere, well-worth playing even though everyone is Technically human lmfao
anyway sorry for rambling on and i'm sure there's a bunch i have missed but. i do feel like it's worth giving praise where it's due for games and writers that we appreciate! thank you again for your kind message (and for giving me a chance to talk about this a bit lol)
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Related to your last post.
These men are SO WHIPPED. Oh my god. If you didn't tell me these were irl Jikook conversations, I'd think they were from some 25k slow burn, friends to lovers fanfic.
Tags including but not limited to: fluff, idiots in love, they were roommates, unresolved sexual tension, they're in love your honor
(The way their voices go all cutesy when they talk like that, too)
(The naked JK calling him "Jiminssi")
(The blushing)
If this isn't love, idek what love looks like.
Hi anon😁😁😁
Their interactions do look and sound like a fanfic, sometimes. Jikook is the perfect fusion between fantasy and real. If you look at their story, the amount of coincidences and choices that led them to meet each other, or these conversations they have, you’ll go like “who wrote this?”
And then the ear sucking, the neck “bite”, the thirst traps. Or the members’ reaction to them. Yes, they do look like a couple in a friend group everyone knows of and silently giggles about when they shyly interact.
Maybe you’ll get what I mean looking at this.
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Namjoon laughs. He’s probably thinking “are you dumb?”
Suga’d love to reproduce the same cute ass scene with his lover and is just imagining that. Jin has the “Jimin bit my neck” smile (if you know, you know), and Taehyung is… intrigued.
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Last but not least we have our ambassador. How hard it is to be serving in the army, to be Louis Vuitton’s ambassador, and to also be the holy protector of these two?🙏 J-Hope we love you.
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And if this is not enough…
It’s the way they get lost in each other that gets me. The way they’re naturally and spontaneously attracted to each other and can’t help these things from happening. They’re not forcing it, not faking it. And that’s what makes it so unbelievable: you go like “how can this not be a movie?”
I don’t…
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Know…
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Yes anon, they’re WHIPPED. They’re down, but like bad. Bad bad down for each other.
Going back to the “spontaneous” part, Jikook’s dialogues could inspire some best sellers’ writers. With the only tiny difference that they’re not invented or created.
They’re real, and I don’t know (again) how Jikook manage to do this. To fit their questions and answers so good. Even when one of the two of them is speechless, you’ll always feel PLEASED by their interactions.
You’ll always feel like…😧
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“Where are you going?”
“Do you wanna know?”
“No…😚”
“Do you want to join me?”
SIR
😧
Now this is when they click. Someone else could have just gone like “I need to change”, or “I need to fix my makeup”. Get up and leave. Someone else could have just said “It’s not your business” and leave.
Someone else, again, could have said “why do you care so much?” and be salty about it or feel “oppressed” by it.
But Jikook works like this. Jungkook gets curious about something that practically doesn’t involve him? Someone could have just told him “it’s fine, nothing to do with you”. But Jimin… he is not someone (btw if you look at the clip of this moment Jk is touching Jm’s nipple😔😔😔)
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Jimin says “I look so erotic here” and Jungkook gently slaps him. Jimin flirts with the camera and Jungkook says “I’m not okay with this!”.
Jimin has to go, Jungkook asks him “where? What do you need to do?”, and Jimin just goes like “you really got a thing with me, don’t you😛”
With THAT face. That stare. That smile.
The same goes for the live. Jungkook playfully told Armys “can you handle me being shirtless?” and Jimin immediately understood the assignment, moved the attention on himself, and screamed to the whole world: “I’ve seen this man reversed like a sock, I can handle it”.
Most of the time is Jimin who “rides” (sorry) and leads the flirtiness. It’s him who touches Jungkook’s chest, then his chin, and tells him “I love you”. It’s Jimin who says “How bad do you want to see it?”. It’s Jimin who sticks his tongue out when Jungkook talks about his pants being ripped… down there.
Oh, and it’s Jimin who tells Jungkook to do cardio with him.
Jungkook’s flirt style is different because his whole vibe is different. He’s not a pure and merciless tease. Maybe he doesn’t even like being one. He’s good at flirting when he wants to and, as I said, he knows how to touch Jimin’s right strings, making him smile or blush.
We’re talking about Jungkook who rubs his reproductive area against Jimin’s hands, during an interview, or Jungkook who teases Jimin with his foot, during BV, making everyone wonder why Jimin’s so red in the face.
What makes them so “fictional” is the switch. This same Jungkook just lowered his head, smiled the shit out of himself, and said “Yes, Jimin can handle it”, after reading that comment.
If Jungkook told Jimin “I can handle it”, Jimin could have gone like “show me you can” or “what are you saying?😚😚😚”. There’s no other way. Black, or white. Based on Jimin’s will, on how much he wanted to “surrend” or not.
The switch is very likely to depend on Jimin, who will let Jungkook flirt and play and make him whipped, or will stand straight on his feet fighting for his life, until Jungkook gets shy and flustered.
“It’s not our first time”, and Jimin will go like “but it is with tape”.
🥸
But it could also depend on Jungkook. It’s Jungkook the one who asked for ramen, at 6:00 a.m, after a sleepless night, after all. Didn’t he?
All of this is real, tho. None of it is made up or fruit of someone’s fantasy. Jungkook telling Jimin “Ah, Jimin-shi, you’re really…” when Jimin declined the live offer, is real.
The soft tones are real. The “I wanna eat that up” is real. The “you enjoyed running with your hands tied” exists.
GCF is real, Jungkook giving his green and big sweater and his hairtie to Jimin is real. And so it is the hand holding at the airport, Jungkook protecting Jimin, carrying him on his shoulders.
Jimin flying straight to Korea for 14 hours just to celebrete Jk’s birthday with him, buying him cake and presents, and now to NY to support him during his debut (and silver day).
Jungkook dedicating his entire lives to Jimin, the “shameless” and “who takes care of me” Jimin, but also the “if I was a girl I’d marry him” Jimin.
And I could go on forever, literally. I know I’m missing some things but it’d be impossible to put them all together, now.
It looks like a movie. Their relationship is special, one out of a million. And it fully represents the “if he wanted to, he would do it”. These two would kill for each other. It’s a BL drama and I’ll genuinely aks anyone who doesn’t agree to explain themselves, like, for real. ELABORATE.
But if we look at their struggles, anon, what they do for each other, their “costant” behavior, their commitment, their feelings, their eyes, we’ll go like “this is serious”. This is so serious.
Thank you for sharing💗Tell me if you have more to say🤭🤭🤭
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I say this as a salty fan and not someone trying to be hateful (if it comes off as so please delete this ask), but I don't think Dana deserves Belos. As a villain, he's just too complicated and it sucks seeing his character kinda get ruined.
Personally, I think she does better with one note / one off villains like Tibbles, the inspector from "The First Day", the elderly ladies in the Body Swap episode, the publisher demon and the merchant demon from "Sense And Insensitivity" etc.
With those characters, you can enjoy them because they are meant to be one note, but not Belos.
Honestly, I feel that a lot of the characters remain either one-note or are reduced to one-note characters and it's not just the villains. Willow and Gus barely grow outside of being Luz's friends; they do get mini-arcs of their own but for the most part, they sorta stay in the background so they don't really stand out on their own.
Poor Amity went from a stuck-up perfectionist to Luz's Girlfriend. Once she breaks away from Odalia's influence, her characterization is reduced to just Nice and Kinda Dorky. There's none of that sarcasm or ruthlessness that she had in season 1 and if you're raised by a parent like Odalia, those kinds of attitudes and beliefs don't really go away. Amity may become nicer and more well-adjusted, but her edges have been sanded off, she's just boring.
Hunter was brash and self-confident yet once we learned more about him, his original characterization was replaced with Sad Boy Who Is Also Kinda Dorky. Now, could his cockiness been a mask this whole time? Absolutely. But we don't get much of his old personality Post Heel Turn, instead the show spends an inordinate amount of time traumatizing him and giving him barely enough time to process all that.
Lilith does better in the characterization department, but we still get Cool Aunt Lilith in the end. It seems like if you're a former Bad Guy, you get turned into a dork character to signify that you're no longer a threat and on the Good Guy Team. All of these characters had their edges sanded away and now they're nerds with interests like sci-fi/fantasy or academia.
As for Belos, I feel like the writers never had a real interest in him outside of him being the main villain. But his backstory makes him a complicated character and as we see with the above examples, the writers struggled with distinguishing their characters, let alone handling a nuanced portrayal of villainy.
Sometimes characters outgrow their creators and a character like Belos needed a crew that was actually interested in him in order to bring him to his full potential.
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The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch
Nonspoilery: This is a super fun read that is very much in keeping with how I like my fantasy. I wish it were slightly more on the con man side, but I recognize that those are very difficult to write because one needs to actually be clever enough to come up with the insanely clever plan that unfolds, and, you know what, I'm not there either. But it absolutely is a fun crimey fantasy novel, well written that expects you can actually follow a line of description and maybe even look up a big word, that tries very hard not to bore you with needing to refer to a glossary or map.
I will say, and I'll talk about this more below: There are basically no women in this novel. it's a little disappointing. I still overall think it's worth it if you like this sort of thing though.
SPOILERS BELOW:
THIS is the kind of thing pitchless draw was made for. You could not have talked me into reading this book. Unless you possess an incredible skill--I'm not sure *I* could have talked me into reading this book, and supposedly no one knows me better.
But I did really enjoy myself. This is a flat out FUN novel, that doesn't mind being long but never feels long. I LOVED the long bits of description in this book, I BEG for flavor in some many modern novels that strip away anything that isn't an immediate moving of the ball. Actually, one of the things I would say that's not a criticism so much as a preference, is that I feel like this book, and probably this writer, remembering his short story from Rogues, is more plot-driven than character driven. I am a girl who loves a really interior novel, and this isn't that, but it did not stop me from having a GREAT time. It's a romp.
I like Locke, and his whole backstory. I wish he were a woman. Specifically, I would love to see a femme con artist, second coming of Minako Aino, Becky Sharp ass bitch. THAT would be my dream for Locke Lamora. And I know my friends who have read this book all want butch Locke and I love that for you, and I know y'all have known me long enough to know I love a butch, but I deserve a treat as well, and I LOVE con artists, and goddamnit, if I could change one thing about this novel, Locke Lamora would be a femme lesbian and I would change NOTHING else. You wouldn't even have to. One fo the great things about Lynch not being a real interior writer is literally any of the mains could be a woman and it would change nothing.
This does segue into the big problem here--there's no women in this novel. It's a 700 page book and I could condense the lines said by women into like two or three pages. I actually DO get it. I think we're reaping a little bit of what we've sown, as a community, with the requirement for perfection in our representation that leads to very boring and safe choices. Everyone is a man. We're only swarthy at best. Can't be criticized for bad identity writing if you don't write them at all! ANd this isn't me being salty, I get how that happens, I have also sometimes fallen into making any character of identity boring as fuck or not writing them at all to avoid any criticism. And no one cares about ME, I'm not a best seller. I do think, maybe, people will get better about this. Pendulums and all. I miss the awkward, good faith 90s where you had the United Colors of Benetton and one character who randomly celebrated Hanukkah. We'll see.
ANYHOW NOT RELEVANT. But I do find it irritating that because of this, we don't see women in this huge story at all. None of the gang, even though it would have been easy as fuck to make, say, Bug a girl. Even doing something like making Nazca Barsavi the actual heir apparent, and to have her marrying Locke because she knows he won't try to be Capa, and she'll let him do whatever the fuck he wants, can play the henpecked husband while being the Thorn of Camorr, could be really fun and would do more for Nazca and also play up their friendship. It could make her death mean a lot more, if they were running their own little Barsavi con.
Anyhow, the really fantastic behind the scenes worldbuilding was how I wish more fantasy novels did it. It didn't often try to explain things to me, it spoke as if I mostly understood them, or had cahracters say them in ways that made sense to the story (In this capacity, Lukas Fehrwright is fucking BRILLIANT as Someone That Must Have Camorr Explained). So I didn't feel like I was being sat down and told the history of a place I barely know, while having stupid fucking vocabulary words thrown at me. We never define any physik or magic beyond what needs be done because fuck you that's why. I love it. Thank you for not telling me what alchemical botany can or can't do. Thank you for dropping literally only what I need to kjnow about wraithstone into the plot. You have a crown in heaven.
Or I know I said I wish it would have been more con-ny and less "kill the new mob boss" at the end there, but oh my fuck, how much did I love the whole job at the counting house. I SCREAMED. It was so good, I had no clue where it was going the whole time and I would never have gotten there, but I LOVED it. What a great time.
One...weakness, for me, I guess I'll say, is that lack of interiority makes it hard to really feel the weight of some things. We don't get enough about Galdo, Calo, or Bug to feel anything for them, and I knew Bug was dead from the time he showed up. Actually, I thought we were going to kill jean Tannen, because that was the only relationship REALLY laden with emotional weight in the book. Didn't bother me enough to not recommend the book, as I'm mostly recommending it on fun, but I did notice.
ANYWAY, uh...any specific questions I'm happy to take!
Unfortunately, this means that @verbforverb nabbed me again. So, I had a great time reading the book but at what cost
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Can you tell me about Fitzloved?
"OH MY GOSH, AM I ABOUT TO INTRODUCE YOU TAYLOR SWIFT?!"
that's what i first meme when i saw your lovely ask! hahahah
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Introductions
So its a fandom based on the epic fantasy series that follows for the most part, 2 soulmates, from their childhood all the way to their older years as they grow from friendship, partners to lovers. And I have to admit, the way it's written is almost euphoric. It's utterly lyrical.
So introductions now put aside, 'Fitzloved' is the ship name for "Beloved" (one of his many names) name of the characters and "Fitz". They are the two ongoing protagonists in one of the most respect and wonderful high fantasy series ever created, Realm of the Elderlings by Robin Hobb. They are the main couple shall we say that span the 16 book series. I think a lot describe it as the "mona lisa of fantasy series" within the genre. It's aesthetic is very much evermore meets folklore meets Merlin. Its veryyyyy cozy fantasy and perfect for the season but also the Fall/winter.
The big 5 writers of fantasy rn i have been told are: Brandon's, Robin Hobb's, GRRM (Although he's lost a lot of respect in the community because of his insane hiatus!), Steven Erickson's (Malazan series) and Joe Abercrombie. While you will see with the Cosmere, Brandon is very much straight to the point, prioritises fights, magic system building and very cohesive ensamble casts. Unlike her peers, Robin Hobb on the other hand, is a delicacy. A slowly made dessert that has sweet and salty tastes if you will. And another defining feature is that her series does not involve a massive war at the epicentre of the fantasy plot, which ironically is rare in high fantasy now a days.
Of Cats and Closed Doors by @tragediegh
HOWEVER. The WAY in which i was introduced to this series is kind of dumb and silly, i.e. very me lol. i stumbled across a fiction on ao3 under 'in a the cabin era way' tag and stumbled across @tragediegh's soul-binding, amazing wonderful fiction called Of Cats and Closed Doors that is still ongoing and she updates mostly weekly! At first, not joking i thought it was an original work, but only well into crying, loving, reading, laughing, did i realise when i looked better at the tags it was actually based on ROTE lol. I was new to ao3 that's my only defence :P
And what @tragediegh and Hobb are doing probably tell from my handle, is make literally my roman empire. Like I reread chapters everyday before going to sleep. It's fr fr my safe space. and what i love is the maturity in which they both write, as they create stakes in different ways. She creates a very tangible atmosphere, a world you can touch, the foods cooked, how they smell, and what the character's rely on. From banquet halls, to the wood carvings the Fool leaves behind, the well lit fireplaces, mugs of ale and coffee on the table, through jewels adorned, to how the dragons gleaming like jewels in the sky… it's simply amazing. You get me. There is NEVER a moment where you feel like it's a slog or dull moment. Like I did sometimes while reading the Stormlight Archive or Outlander (those books in their defence, are longer individually).
And like I said, the thing I LOVE the most with how they make us and fall in love with Fool (one of the protagonists) through the eyes of naive and a socially sometimes challenged Fitz. Fitz himself, is the most passionate, handsome, humble hero i've ever read. He is a bastard prince who from day 0 was neglected, abused, unwanted, un-named, manipulated, gaslit just all around most traumatised character one could read. Which most people end up overlooking and resenting bc he is riddled with insecurities (despite him being a hotttie hot chiseled smokie pie that everyone wants to cuffff) and developed unhealthy copying mechanisms that can effect the readability of the main series. Which is entirely relatable. I strongly believe the hero of Stormlight Archive by Brandon Sanderson that everybody loves, is heavily inspired by Fitz in ROTE. In fact I think Brandon said it was one of his fav series.
But really, the masterpiece of this world is obviously the Fool. When I look at the other characters, its a bit like watching a glorious puppet show - I can see how the strings are moving and what the puppets are made of…But not so with the Fool, he is an infinite mystery and creating a character like that is something I`ll never be able to get out of my head. he is other worldly. Put Tolkien fae and beautiful faeries to shame with his grace, elegance, mysticism. His story with Fitz (the other main character) with that @tragediegh and Hobb are doing imo is one of the greatest love stories of all time.
Gender Identity
And I think also, Fool (also known as Beloved to a special someone 😉) is a lgbtq+ individual, and their identity and how they chose to present and address themselves daily (and not address it!) plays a massive role in the ROTE/OCACD overall. It extremely realistic, how it's writen, where for the most part some characters are confused, don't know how to navigate the topic. Which isn't helped by how private and mysterious the Fool remains. But for the most part, is heart warming, as the gender fluidity of the Fool is openly accepted by his mate (YES MATE) with open arms as he accepts it, and it's got me CRYINGGGG as i type this fr....! These characters were created pre-2000's, which just goes to show how timeless these gender questions and acceptances really are i think!
Music
CANON FOR ME swiftie songs that are FOR fitzloved to get a feel r:
ur loosing me
my tears ricochet
invisible string
stay don't go
the lakes
mastermind (YASSS beloved go manipulate ur boy fitzieee ily)
dress (as of chapter 48 and beyond hopefully alkdfjalkdjfj)
and Fitz's song for me for ever will be:
i see fire live and in session by ed sherran (i just feel the literal passion that fitz has through this song not to mention the howl XD)
Conclusion
So yeah, I cannot recommend enough this ongoing story and series to you.
TLDR: Fitzloved is a ship i read myself to sleep every night and cry about how amazing they are XD
Feel free to ask any more questions about them or even my favourite artists that do ROTE work bc ngl this post was 2x as long as i included artistic work but it was getting too long so i decided to leave that for a more specific ask :)) As you can tell i can just dedicate entire evenings singing from the top of these crusty english rooftops how amazing and life changing these two silly beans are. I hope this was enough of a good overview of my love for them and why! :)) Hopefully one day you will give it a go, and i swear your life will be changed for ever ! <333
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demonic-ritualist · 9 months
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Ada: A Character Analysis
(Spoilers for Nevermore.)
Ok so I posted a poll asking which Nevermore character I should write an analysis about next. Pluto and Lenore won with a tie but I have decided to ignore the poll and write an analysis on Ada. 
Ada fits into the mean girl archetype. Which is strange. This archetype is most commonly used in school settings. They have everything the main girl wants: popularity, a boyfriend and money. But she is a really horrible person so we aren't really meant to root for her. (Slay!)
The mean girl archetype doesn't really fit into a fantasy setting. The stakes in the typical fantasy setting are much higher. Ms.Ugly Duckling might not be voted as prom queen but I doubt she was ever in danger of being cursed to walk on sharp knives.
Nevermore is a fantasy school setting so it's only fitting that they have a mean girl archetype. I don't know about you but I would have found her existence pretty boring had the writers chosen to go the cliché route. Prospero and Annabel will do anything to fulfill their motivations, Montresor is a sadist and the deans have pretty ambiguous motivations. Which is why I'm grateful they didn't do that.
Hints of her backstory have been established early on. Her dish was caviar. An expensive dish but most people eat it in small quantities due to its salty taste. Prospero even notes this, asking her why she chose it despite not liking it. In the house of terrors arc she tells Lenore that the servant stairs are the best way to get around the house quickly.
Ada must have been a servant in her past life. She has little experience with the upper class despite her facade of wealth. In the beginning of the story she immediately attaches herself to Annabel and even creates a small group of people who she perceives as upper-class and refined because she is desperate to be seen that way. 
I believe that's the reason she is so attached to Prospero. Out of the entire group the ones who fit her image of the upper class the best are Prospero and Annabel. Prospero, unlike Montresor, doesn't openly lash out against her and has this aura of self-control and refinement. Annabel even notes this saying that she pretended to be a popular and cool queen because that is what Ada wants her to be
Which leads me to a question. Why does Annabel and Prospero keep her around?They will do whatever it takes to get a good grade. Their team consists of the strongest students that will secure them the first place. Morella plays defense and Montresor has a powerful specter. Until now Ada hasn't even gotten her specter. How does she push them towards their goal?
I feel like the answer lies in the scene where Montresor threatens her and Morella. Ada will do anything to stay in the team. A-n-y-t-h-i-n-g. It's clear as day she is so desperate to stay in the top student group she lets herself be humiliated. (The same can also be applied to Will who as we see from the house of terrors arc is loyal to Montresor.)
In conclusion, will Ada get a redemption arc? Maybe she will, maybe she won't. I would be fine if she just continued to be a horrible person. If she does have a redemption arc she needs to get over her perfect image of the upper class and realize the people in her team are horrible people. I can definitely see Lenore and maybe even Morella playing a role in this arc but again who knows.
Sorry to all the people who were expecting a Lenore or Pluto analysis. I just feel like I don't have much to add to the conversation about Lenore and Pluto hasn't had that much development so far. Either way that could always change in the future as the story progresses. I definitely want to do something with Pluto in the future because he is in my top 5 favorite Nevermore characters.
That's about it. This is all interpretation and speculation so please don't take what I say as facts. If you have anything to say or discuss feel free to ask or comment!
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btsqualityy · 2 years
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Magical Love
Prince!Jungkook and Queen!woc (woman of color) Reader
Genre/AU/Rating: 18+, fantasy, magic!au, arranged marriage!au, royalty!au, s2l, fluff, and smut
Summary: You are a powerful Queen, ruling over the Zamia Kingdom with all of the grace, strength, wisdom, and amazing magical powers that you had since the passing of your mother left you with the throne. After 5 years of ruling on your own, you are approached by your court of advisors, The Solar Council, that marrying and producing an heir needs to be higher on your list of priorities. Of course, you don’t think you need to rush into a marriage because you know how to run your own damn kingdom. Luckily for you, your advisors took the liberties of inviting the Prince of the neighboring Pica kingdom, Jeon Jungkook, to Zamia for a “friendly visit”.
Warnings: mentions of deceased mothers, arranged marriages, sexual activity, oral sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, creampie, big dick!Jungkook, pregnancy and child birth (but nothing descriptive).
WC: 15.1K
Author’s Note: This fic is a part of @btsblackcreatorsociety​’s The Realm of Legends Event! I am so honored to be participating in this event, with several other talented POC writers in this fandom! I hope you all enjoy this because I enjoyed writing it! 
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One of your favorite things about living in Zamia was how beautiful the coast looked from any area of the palace that you lived in. The palace was placed right on the shore of the ocean, it being the very first thing that anyone saw when they approached the mid-sized island that was Zamia. 
Being as though you were the daughter of the former Queen and King, you had definitely traveled more than the average citizen of Zamia but something about the shores and the smell of salty sea water always made you feel comforted and relaxed. 
That’s why you were leaning against one of the large windows in one of the main hallways of the palace, watching as the waves crashed onto the shore and met the sand. Suddenly, a small bird flew up to the window and settled itself on the ledge, right next to where your hand was resting. The little creature looked up at you expectantly and you rolled your eyes before reaching out, checking the tiny collar that the bird had on and finding a small piece of white paper attached to it.
Meet me in the formal dining room for breakfast!-Jimin
“You know, the next time that Jimin sends you, tell him to just come and find me himself like a normal person,” you told the bird and the small animal chirped happily before turning around and flying off of the ledge. 
After closing the shutters of the window, you turned to your left and made your way down the hallway to the formal dining room, your golden yellow dress billowing out behind you. 
“Good morning Y/N!” Jimin greeted you happily, his grin almost blinding as you walked into the room. 
“Morning Jimin, morning Hobi,” you replied.
“Good morning, my Queen,” Hobi said respectfully, getting up from his seat and bowing. The two clones of Hobi that were also sitting at the table bowed as well, one of them even taking the initiative to pull your chair out for you.
“I don’t know if your little delivery bird told you, but stop being lazy and having the birds do your bidding for you,” you told Jimin. 
“Yeah, Tweet told me when she made it back to me but she also said that she doesn’t mind helping me out,” Jimin smiled triumphantly. Jimin had the magical power of zoolinguism, meaning that he had the ability to communicate with animals. Ever since the two of you were kids, Jimin was always surrounded by some type of animal, speaking and listening to them as if they were human themselves. Jimin also had the gift of abjuration, which granted him the ability to cast spells that would provide healing and protection. This gift made him especially qualified for the position of your personal advisor, which you gave to him as soon as your coronation ceremony had passed. 
Hobi, like you and Jimin and every other citizen in your world, also had magical powers and his came in the form of cloning. He was able to replicate up to 20 different versions of himself at the same time and all of them were capable of independent actions and thoughts, although Hobi could predict their thoughts and actions himself if needed. 
Most people only had one or two powers but you? You possessed four of them. This wasn’t entirely surprising because your mother had four powers as well and your father had three but it still made people marvel. The first of your powers was telekinesis, the ability to move and manipulate objects without directly interacting with. The second was telepathy, which gave you the power to see, hear, and read the thoughts of others but it only worked if you were touching that person. The third was magic detection which allowed you to sense when magic was being used near and around you. The last, which was your favorite and arguably the most special, was the power of enchantment. This allowed you to give other people magical powers and abilities and unlike your other powers, you weren’t born with this one. Instead, this power was bestowed upon you on the day of your coronation when you became Queen, just like it had been with every previous monarch of Zamia, going back centuries and centuries before your birth. 
“So, what’s the plan for today?” You asked them, looking at the pitcher of orange juice that was sitting to the left of you and smiling when it rose into the air and slowly made its way over to your glass, tilting over and pouring some of the liquid inside. 
“Ah, that’s what Jimin had you meet us down here for,” Hobi spoke up. “The Solar Council wants to meet with you today.”
“Oh hell,” you groaned. “What’s wrong this time?”
“It’s nothing bad, promise!” Jimin swore. “They just have some little things that they want to discuss with you.”
“Little things?” You repeated dubiously. “It’s never anything little when the Council calls a meeting.”
“I know but I pried for some more information from Yoongi hyung and he assured me that it’s just some small matters that they want to give you updates on and stuff like that,” Hobi replied. 
“Alright,” you sighed with a shrug of your shoulders, deciding to just focus on enjoying your breakfast before being faced with whatever antics the council was up to now. 
An hour later, you were sitting on your throne in The Conference Room, where all meetings of the Solar Council took place as well as any other official Zamia business. The long square table was filled with the 6 members of the Solar Council which included Jimin, Hobi, Min Yoongi, Kim Taeyeon, Kwon Yuri and Park Sunyoung.
“Thank you so much for meeting with us on such short notice, your Highness,” Yoongi began after everyone had bowed to you and taken their seats. 
“Cut the bullshit Yoongi, and tell me why you really called this meeting,” you huffed as you regarded the leader of the Council. 
“As radiant as ever,” Yoongi joked. “We just have some things to discuss with you, as well as some updates.”
“Very well,” you acquiesced and Yoongi took a seat as Yuri stood up.
“To begin, I am delighted to inform you that the new school in the kingdom has been finished and the dedication ceremony naming it after your mother, our late Queen Thaliah, has been scheduled for two weeks from today,” she reported before taking her seat again.
“That’s amazing,” you smiled happily. “Jimin, please make sure that my schedule is completely free that day so that my father and I can spend as much time there as possible.”
“Of course, your Highness,” Jimin nodded. 
“As for some magic developments,” Taeyeon said as she stood up. “The most recent ceremony for the current group of five year olds in the kingdom happened a few days ago and their powers have fully come in.” Although everyone in the kingdom was born with magical powers, having full autonomy over them and having them to their full capacities wasn’t entirely possible until a person had turned five.
“Oh, what were their powers?” You wondered.
“One with illusion manipulation, one with time manipulation, and two with shape shifting,” Taeyeon answered. 
“God, I feel bad for the parents of the two with shape shifting,” Yoongi tsked. “My older brother is a shapeshifter and that can be difficult.”
“Well, it should be easier for them now that their magic has fully come in,” you pointed out as Taeyeon took her seat. “Thank you, Councilwoman Kim. Councilwoman Park?”
“The small famine that the farmers were experiencing has passed and we’ll be able to resume our weekly famers’ markets,” Sunyoung announced. 
“Great,” you sighed in relief. “I thought I was going to have to request assistance form the Agara kingdom and you know how difficult King Junsu can be.”
“Happily, speaking to him won’t be necessary,” Sunyoung grinned. “A group of farmers also sent a basket for your table, in thanks to you for your continued support of them. I instructed the helpers to place it in the kitchen.”
“Thank you, Councilwoman Park,” you said as she took her seat. 
“Now that all of the updates are out of the way and you’ve mentioned another kingdom, your Highness,” Yoongi spoke up a he leaned forward and set his folded arms on the table. “We actually do have something that we’d like to discuss with you.”
“I knew it,” you chuckled. “What is it?”
“There has been some concern about the royal bloodline,” he began slowly. 
“And what concerns are those?”
“Well, you’ve been Queen for the last 5 years and you haven’t found a suitable spouse yet,” Yoongi replied. 
“I am well aware of that and as I’ve stated previously, I don’t feel as though I need a spouse in order to properly rule Zamia,” you reiterated. 
“Oh, we absolutely agree, your Highness!” Yuri interjected. 
“We don’t ever want you to think that we doubt your ability to rule,” Sunyoung added. 
“As members of the Solar Council though, we do have to advise you that finding a suitable spouse isn’t just about having a second person to rule the kingdom alongside you,” Taeyeon pointed out. “You know as well as anyone that the entire kingdom’s magic will be strengthened if there were two people on the throne instead of just one. Also, it’s about preserving the amazing magical legacy that has been established by your family. It won’t be possible to do that if you do not marry and produce issue.”
“Produce issue?” You repeated with a scoff. “What am I, a farmer? Or a production machine?”
“That’s not what Councilwoman Kim meant,” Yoongi sighed. “We just want to ensure the future of the kingdom.”
“Listen, I respect all of you as Councilmembers, as well as my friends,” you started. “But I am not, at present or in the near future, looking for a spouse.”
“Well, that’s why I took the liberty of inviting one of the Princes from the neighboring Pica kingdom to Zamia for a friendly visit,” Yoongi announced with a bright smile and your eyes widened in surprise.
“You what?”
“Prince Jungkook will be here in two days’ time,” he finished. Looking around the table, you saw the faces of the other Councilmembers and realized that they were not at all surprised by the news of this visit. Why? If you had to guess, it’s because they all fucking knew. 
Everyone knew, but you.
Feeling your temper steadily rise, you abruptly stood up from your throne, causing everyone else to stand up as well and you stepped from around the table before storming out of the room and into the hallway. You couldn’t believe that they’d had the audacity to invite a foreigner to your kingdom without discussing with you beforehand, and it didn’t help matters that the foreigner was in fact another royal that you had never met before. 
You had managed to work yourself up so much that you didn’t see anyone else walking down the hallway before you bumped into them. 
“Hey, where are you off to, little one?” The voice said and when you looked up, you saw your father, Edric. 
“Daddy, I’m sorry,” you apologized instantly but Edric shook his head, immediately noticing how upset you were. 
“Come with me to my study and you can tell me all about it,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and leading you down the hallway in the opposite direction that you came in. Once the two of you were in his study, he led you over to the large bay window that was on one wall, helping you have a seat before sitting down himself. 
“Now, tell me what has you all worked up,” he encouraged you. 
“I had a meeting with the Solar Council and Yoongi informed me that they’ve invited one of the Princes from the Pica kingdom to Zamia,” you revealed. “With hopes that I’ll take a liking to him and want to marry him.”
“Did they?”
“Yes,” you nodded your head. “I’m so upset because they blatantly went against my wishes all because they want me to pop out babies and keep the royal bloodline going. I mean, aren’t I doing a good job as Queen? I know I’m not Mommy but-”
“Hey, you are an amazing Queen,” Edric reassured you. “And who cares if you’re not your mother? You are fantastic in your own right and I never want you to forget that, ok?”
“Ok.”
“And as for the whole visit business, I knew about it because the Council asked for my permission to invite him here,” he admitted. 
“Daddy, why did you do that?”
“I just want to see you happy, like your mother and I were,” he explained. “I know that you’ve thrown yourself into giving this kingdom all that you have but you deserve your own happiness. Ruling gets lonely baby, and you need someone by your side to not only love you but to support you when times get hard.”
“I know that Daddy, I do,” you replied with a small smile. “But you and Mommy’s marriage was a special case and a large amount of arranged marriages don’t turn out the way that yours did. I doubt mines would.”
“But you won’t even have the opportunity to find out if you don’t try,” Edric reminded you. “Running a kingdom on your own for five years is nothing to balk at. It’s a burden but not one that you should be shouldering alone. Please, at least give this all a chance. Worst case scenario, you don’t like him and we can all continue on as we have been.”
“Alright Daddy, alright,” you relented. “You’re right. What’s the worst that could happen?”
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In the neighboring Pica kingdom, Prince Jeon Jungkook was walking into his family’s castle after having gone for a run when he saw one of his older brothers, Taehyung, running up to him. 
“There you are!” Taehyung exclaimed as he stopped in front of him. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Where were you?”
“Went for a run, like I do every morning,” Jungkook chuckled. “What’s up?”
“Appa wants to see you in his study,” Taehyung told him. “Said that it was important so you should go now.”
“Alright, thanks,” Jungkook nodded before turning and walking off down the hallway. Once he made it to his father’s study, he knocked on the door and waited until he heard a deep voice say “come in” before he twisted the knob and pushed open the door. 
“You wanted to see me?” Jungkook asked and his father, Kiwoo, waved him inside. 
“Come in, come in,” he said and Jungkook walked in, shut the door behind him, and walked over to sit in one of the chairs that was placed in front of his desk. “How are you, my son?”
“Good, just got back from a run,” Jungkook replied. 
“Ever my energizer bunny, huh?” Kiwoo joked and Jungkook rolled his eyes at the childhood nickname that his father gave him. 
“Did you have something that you wanted to discuss with me?” 
“Ah, yes. With Namjoon set to become King once I have moved on and Taehyung set to act as his second in command, I’ve been thinking about your future lately,” Kiwoo said. 
“My future?” Jungkook echoed. “I’m in Pica’s royal Navy and thought that’s what I would do.”
“And I’m still in total support of that, don’t misunderstand me,” Kiwoo assured him. “But I received a letter of invitation from the kingdom of Zamia for you to be a special guest of the Queen.”
“Really?” Jungkook wondered with a raised brow. “That’s kind of odd when I’ve never been to Zamia before.”
“Well, word has it throughout the kingdoms that Queen Y/N is now looking for a spouse so I suspect that’s the reason why you received the invitation,” Kiwoo surmised. 
“Did she?” Jungkook hummed. “I remember when she issued that proclamation like three years ago that she wasn’t searching for a spouse.”
“Well, things have obviously changed,” Kiwoo shrugged. “The visit will be three weeks long and if no sparks fly, then no harm, no foul.”
“Do you have a photo or something of her?” Jungkook asked and his father nodded, reaching into an envelope that he had sitting on the desk in front of him, reaching inside and pulling out a small photo before handing it off to his son. Jungkook literally felt his breath being taken away, his eyes widening when he saw how gorgeous you were. 
“She’s a looker, right?” Kiwoo smirked and Jungkook nodded his head in agreement. “She looks exactly like her mother, that one. If her personality is anything like her mother’s was, then she should be an amazing person too.”
“Ok, I’ll go,” Jungkook agreed easily. 
“Great! I’ll set everything up and you’ll leave in two days!” Kiwoo said but Jungkook didn’t pay attention to what he was saying, too busy staring at the photo of you in his hand.
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Two days later, you were standing in front of the castle, along with the Solar Council, your father, and a few of the helpers that you employed, waiting for Prince Jungkook’s arrival. 
“You ok, Y/N-ah?” Jimin whispered from his place next to you. 
“I still don’t like this,” you muttered. “I’ve never even met this man and yet you, along with the rest of the Council, decided to invite him here in hopes of sparks flying.”
“Ok, ok, don’t work yourself up all over again,” Jimin sighed. “We said that we’re sorry for not getting your approval but we truly did have good intentions.”
“Whatever.”
“If it helps any, you look amazing,” Jimin smiled as he looked over your body that was draped in a loose gown that was blue and yellow. 
“If I don’t feel great, that doesn’t mean that I can’t look great,” you joked, making Jimin laugh. Just then, the gates to the castle suddenly opened and a long black limousine pulled through them, slowly creeping forward before stopping in front of where you were standing. 
“Remember everyone, these are visitors from another kingdom so best foot forward,” you said loudly, getting murmurs of agreements and “yes, your Highness” in return. The driver of the limo had gotten out of the car in the meantime, walking around the backseat and opening the door. You watched with bated breath as a man got out, and you gasped lightly when you saw Jeon Jungkook for the first time. 
He was dressed in what you knew to be some type of military uniform, which was a deep forest green color. His black hair was slicked back, with a single strand flopping over onto his forehead, and his chiseled facial features were on full display. His gaze and jaw were strong, contrasting with his nose, eyes, and mouth that looked so gentle and kind. The man was fucking hot and even you could admit that. 
After he got out of the limo, he was followed by another man who was equally as gorgeous and a few helpers from their own kingdom as well. 
“Your Highness,” Jungkook said as he walked over to stand in front of you. Having done this literally thousands of times before, you extended your hand and Jungkook took ahold of it, his grip on you firm as he bowed down in front of you while you did the same. “It is my honor to meet you.”
“And I you, Prince Jungkook,” you replied with a tight smile, watching as Jungkook stood up straight again. 
“This is my brother, Prince Taehyung,” Jungkook introduced the two of you and Taehyung stepped forward, doing the same thing as Jungkook and grabbing your hand as he bowed to you. 
“An absolute pleasure to meet you, your Highness,” Taehyung smiled. 
“You as well, Prince Taehyung,” you responded. “May I introduce my father, Dowager King Edric?”
“An honor,” Edric smiled, taking the time to shake both Jungkook and Taehyung’s hands. 
“And my council of advisors, the Solar Council,” you gestured towards the six people standing behind you. “They are the ones that extended the invitation.”
“Easy, little one,” Edric murmured in warning and you lightly rolled your eyes. “I know you both must’ve had a long journey here. Would you like to join us for dinner?”
“That would be wonderful, thank you,” Jungkook nodded. 
“Well, we’ll get your things inside and you both can freshen up before we meet in the formal dining room,” you said before turning and gesturing towards your helpers and they walked over to the limousine to help with the luggage. 
An hour later, you were sat at the head of the table with Jungkook at your side as you all convened for dinner together. 
“So Jungkook, you’re the third-born son right?” Edric asked.
“Yes Sir,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m the youngest, Taehyung hyung here is the middle child, and my brother Namjoon is the oldest.”
“Ah, I was the fourth born son myself, and the youngest,” Edric chuckled. “Definitely a hard road.”
“Sometimes but my hyungs are great,” Jungkook smiled as he nudged Taehyung with his elbow. 
“I hear Jungkook’s a valued member of Pica’s Royal Navy,” Hobi brought up. “How long have you been doing that?”
“Uh, since I was about 20,” Jungkook replied. “I don’t know, it just always interested me. Why? I don’t know.”
“It’s honest work,” Yoongi smiled. “Your Highness, don’t you like the ocean?”
“Of course I do, Zamia’s surrounded by it,” you responded with a sarcastic smile. 
“Jungkookie here is an amazing swimmer, although he’s great at anything physical really,” Taehyung bragged on his younger brother. “Swimming, running, biking, even horseback riding.”
“Horseback riding?” You repeated with intertest, since you loved horses. 
“Yeah, we’ve all been riding since we were kids and our mother taught us but Jungkookie’s the only one of us with an actual interest in it,” Taehyung told you. “You should see his horses back in Pica. They’re gorgeous.”
“Y/N-ah has quiet the stable herself,” Edric smiled. 
“Who taught you to ride, your highness?” Jungkook asked you. 
“My mother did, actually,” you said. 
“Maybe the two of you could go on a horse ride together while you’re here then, Prince Jungkook?” Jimin suggested. 
“I’d love to, if you would, your Highness,” Jungkook said and you just shrugged your shoulders noncommittally. 
“Maybe. I have to ask though, why would a man with the power of speed bother with riding a horse?” You questioned. 
“You know about my super speed?” Jungkook wondered in slight surprise. 
“One of the Queen’s many powers is magic detection,” Yuri explained. “She can sense when any power is being used near her and what power it is.”
“But I’m not using my super speed,” Jungkook chuckled. 
“So you think,” you interjected, making him look over at you. “But I can sense how restless you are from the long travel and that amount of energy isn’t associated with any other power but super speed.”
“Plus, she has a cousin who has super speed so she’s felt it before,” Edric added, making you smile and nod.
“That too.”
“Wow,” Jungkook gasped in awe. “That’s amazing. To answer your question though, I do enjoy slowing down when the moment calls for it and or even when the right person calls for it.”
“Is that right?” You murmured, purposefully ignoring his attempt to flirt with you as you busied yourself with digging into your meal. The rest of dinner went the same way, everyone trying to stimulate conversation between you and Jungkook while you resisted every try with the same stale attitude. Jungkook seemed to take it all in stride though, not seeming at all affected by your dry answers or disinterest for him and anything that he had to say.
Behind closed doors though, Jungkook felt entirely differently than he had let on. 
“How could Appa even expect any of this to work?” Jungkook groaned as he paced back and forth in the guest room that he and Taehyung were sharing. “She barely even looks at me!”
“Cut her some slack Kook, she’s probably struggling to come to grips with all of this,” Taehyung said from his place on his own large bed. “I mean, imagine if you were King and your council went behind your back to invite some woman that you had never met before into your castle.”
“You think they went behind her back?” Jungkook wondered.
“I know it, because I read Jimin-ssi’s mind at dinner and he was thinking ‘shit, this is not going the way the councilmembers and I envisioned,” Taehyung reported, using his gift of telepathy to have read Jimin’s thoughts. “So just give her some time.”
“Time isn’t exactly a luxury that we have,” Jungkook chuckled as he sat down on his bed and looked at his hyung. “We’re only here for three weeks.”
“I know but don’t give up yet,” Taehyung advised him. “Keep trying. After all, nothing worth having ever comes easily.”
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The next morning, you were up at dawn to take a walk along the shore that was right in front of the castle. After the awkward dinner the night before, you slept fitfully because you could never rest when foreigners were in the castle which was the one thing that you didn’t really enjoy about being Queen. 
As you walked, you thought about the day before. Jungkook seemed nice enough and he was certainly handsome, but you weren’t entirely sure of his suitability for you. Sure, he had some of the same interests as you but he was also the third born son who you were almost sure didn’t receive any of the training that children who were expected to become monarchs did. Of course, not having that training didn’t mean that he would be incapable at the job but it damn sure did help. 
You also knew that you were a humungous bitch at dinner and you felt kind of bad about it. Jungkook and everyone else were obviously trying to make the best of the situation but you didn’t make it any easier. You figured that it wouldn’t be the worst thing if you actually did try to get to know him, so at least that way, you’d be able to truthfully say that he wasn’t a fit for you. 
You were so absorbed in yours thoughts that you didn’t realize someone breezing past you until they had almost bumped into you. 
“Hey!” You shouted and the figure turned around, and you realized that it was Jungkook. “You almost knocked me down, you know?”
“Sorry, your Highness,” Jungkook apologized while bowing lightly towards you. “When I’m running, I get kind of a blur around me which makes it hard to see anything that’s not right in front of me.”
“Ah, the faults of our powers,” you joked, making Jungkook laugh. “What are you doing out here so early?”
“Well, I was feeling really pent up since I hadn’t been able to run and I couldn’t sleep because of it so I just decided to come out here,” he explained. “I have to say too, Zamia is beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such clear water.”
“Yeah, it’s home,” you smiled as you looked out onto the water. “And it must be hard to have all that energy.”
“It can be sort of inconvenient at times, like when I have royal duties but it comes in handy other times, like when I’m working with the Navy,” he replied. 
“The Navy’s an unusual choice for a royal,” you noted as the two of you began to walk down the beach together, side by side. 
“Well, since I’m not in immediate line for the throne anymore, with Namjoon hyung and his wife Youngja having just had their first child, I’m more free to do what I want,” Jungkook said. “Since I have the powers of super speed, weather control and conjuration, being in the military just made sense.”
“Conjuration?” You questioned. “What’s that?”
“Basically, it means that I can bring forth any form of creatures, items, spirits, demons, deities and elements by either summoning, creating, or manifesting them,” he told you. “So things like images of them, their voice, or even holograms of them.”
“Wow, that’s unique.”
“Got it from being the child of a monarch,” he said and you nodded your head.
“I know that one,” you chuckled. 
“What about you? What are your powers?”
“Ah well, you know about the magic detection but in addition to that, I have telekinesis, telepathy, and enchantment,” you answered. 
“Telepathy?” Jungkook whistled. “That must be tough. Taehyung has that power, too.”
“It only works for me if I’m touching the person whose thoughts I want to read,” you explained. “Which I actually like because the thought of being able to hear an unwilling person’s thoughts makes me cringe a little bit.”
“Yeah, that could be awkward,” Jungkook laughed. 
“My telekinesis is pretty straight forward. I can move objects at will without touching them.”
“And the enchantment?”
“I got that when I became Queen,” you smiled lightly. “It’s a power that’s only in my family line and each monarch gets it when the previous monarch passes away so when my mom died, I inherited it.”
“Wow. You know, my parents used to speak highly of your mother,” he told you. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“It’s ok,” you shrugged. “All a part of life, right?”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t make it any easier,” he murmured. “I lost my mom too, when I was 15.”
“I’m sorry,” you echoed his previous sentiment but he just waved his hand dismissively. 
“Let’s talk about something happier before we get all depressed,” he joked lightly. 
“Well, you said that the water was pretty but what about the rest of the kingdom?” You questioned. “Do you like it?”
“I think it’s beautiful,” he replied. “Much larger than Pica, though.”
“I know, I’ve been to Pica,” you nodded. “Pica has a charm about it though, along with it’s citizens.”
“I hope I’m included in that,” Jungkook attempted to flirt and instead of outright rebuffing him this time, you just smiled without saying anything and Jungkook took that as a win. The two of you continued to make conversation as you both made your way back to the castle, getting to know each other more and more with each step that you etched in the sand. 
“You know, maybe we should go on that horseback ride while you’re here,” you offered and the grin on Jungkook’s face was so wide, you knew his face had to hurt.
“I’d love to,” he agreed without hesitation. “I really would.”
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A few days later, your schedule had finally cleared enough for you to be able to go on that horse ride with Jungkook. You met him in the stable in early afternoon, letting him look over the horses while you packed up the lunch that the helpers had prepared in a wicker picnic basket. 
“This one is gorgeous,” Jungkook murmured as he stepped over to one of the larger horses, allowing the animal to sniff his hand before he began to gently pet her. “What’s their name?”
“This is Lady and she’s a Friesian horse,” you smiled. “She’s my baby.”
“I see why,” Jungkook replied. “She’s magnificent.”
“She was born on the anniversary of my mother’s ascension to the throne, so that’s why she named her Lady,” you explained. “My mother gave her to me when I turned 18 and we’ve been close ever since.”
“Whoa!” Jungkook exclaimed and when you looked over, you saw Lady shaking her mane towards Jungkook purposefully. 
“Oh yeah, she’s a little sassy thing too,” you giggled, watching as Jungkook tried to get the horse hair out of his face. “Here, why don’t you ride her brother, Lord?”
“Twins?” Jungkook guessed.
“Twins,” you confirmed with a nod. Two of the helpers that were working in the stables saddled up both horses for you and once the two of you were settled on top of the large animals, you whistled over at Jungkook. 
“I have a place in mind where we can go, follow me,” You said before clicking your tongue, which urged Lady into a light jog out of the stable. Jungkook and Lord followed behind you and once you were sure he was following you, a smirk spread onto your face as you clicked your heels against Lady’s side, which made her break out into a full blown run. 
“Hey!” Jungkook huffed, a smirk of his own appearing on his face as he took your challenge, bumping his heels against Lord’s side and continuing to do so until he had almost caught up to you. 
That’s how the two of you rode for the next 15 minutes, going up into some of the hills that were behind the castle. The silence was sporadically interrupted by giggle coming from you or laughs coming from Jungkook, usually when one of you managed to overtake the other in terms of speed. By the time the two of you made it to the small meadow that you had led him to, you both looked a little windblown. 
“This is so pretty,” Jungkook murmured in awe as he got down off of his horse. Without asking you, he walked over to you and helped you down from your horse as well and you smiled up at him in thanks. 
“No one knows about this spot except for family so we don’t have to worry about someone finding me for something or another,” you told him. Jungkook untied the picnic basket from Lady’s back and the two of you found a good spot right near the bank of the stream that was also in the meadow.
“Do you ever get tired of being Queen?” Jungkook wondered as the two of you sat down together, and you shrugged while you opened the picnic basket and began setting the lunch out on the blanket that you two were sitting on. 
“It can be...draining sometimes, knowing that so many people depend on me and look to me for guidance and reassurance,” you confessed. “My mom and dad used to make it look so effortless and it wasn’t like that for me, at first.”
“My oldest hyung Namjoon says the same thing,” he nodded in understanding. 
“But on the opposite side, I actually like being needed like that,” you continued. “It’s also nice knowing that so many people revere me, even though I truly doubt I deserve it.”
“Well, from what I’ve gathered from you this first week, I think it is deserved,” he said gently. “Even though you iced me out that first day.”
“I hope you’re not holding that against me,” you grimaced. “I was more so still upset at the Solar Council, because they extended that invitation for you to come visit without my permission.”
“They can do that?”
“No, but they found a loophole and asked my father,” you huffed. “Since he’s also a royal and the former King, he has the right to extend invitations like that.”
“I did think it was odd when my father told me about it, especially given that proclamation you issued a few years back,” Jungkook said. 
“The Solar Council has made it a habit of trying to convince me to get married and pop out babies but I just want to focus on being the best Queen that I can be for my people, you know?” You told him. “If I’m somewhere in the castle, barefoot and pregnant, who will everyone look to?”
“Something that my dad has always said is that he can’t give the best of himself to the people if he’s not taking care of himself,” Jungkook said. “It must be insane to have so many people set their hopes and dreams on you, and I’m not pretending to know what that’s like, but I think you should make time for yourself too. Also, if you don’t mind my saying despite the real reason why I was invited here, having someone by your side means that the kingdom wouldn’t be vulnerable while you’re gone or busy.”
“But no one loves Zamia as much as I do,” you chuckled. “How will I find someone who respects it and it’s people as much as I do?”
“If you find the right person, they’ll love Zamia because you love it,” Jungkook explained. 
“And do you?”
“Do I, what?”
“Love Zamia?” You questioned. Jungkook paused for a few moments, pondering your question and you held your breath, trying to gauge if you had been a little too forward with him. 
“I think that as I learn more about it, it’ll be impossible for me not to,” he finally replied and you smiled, knowing exactly what he meant by the phrasing. 
“Nice to know,” you whispered. 
“Oh! Before I forget, I have something for you,” Jungkook said and you watched as he held his hands together, slowing pulling them apart and revealing a hologram of a bouquet of calla lily flowers. 
“They’re so pretty,” you cooed and Jungkook extended his hands towards you.
“Take them.”
“It’s a hologram, I can’t,” you laughed in disbelief. 
“It’s only a hologram for as long as I want it to be,” he revealed. “Go ahead, take them.” You tentatively reached your hands out, grabbing onto the bunch of stems and gasping when you could feel them on your skin. 
“Eternal flowers,” you muttered, leaning forward and smiling when you realized that the hologram even smelled like real life calla lilies. “Thank you, Jungkook.”
“You’re welcome,” he smiled as the two of you went back to enjoying lunch together. 
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Everything between you and Jungkook changed after your date in the meadow. For the following week, the two of you were together anytime that you had some moments to spare. Though that meant that your quality time wasn’t so plentiful, Jungkook never complained about it and was always able to make the most of the time that you did have to spend together. 
Jungkook was funny, more than you expected him to be, he was kind, and he was so clearly loving. The relationship that he had with Taehyung was enviable and he had even begun to get closer to Jimin, Yoongi, Hobi, and even your father. Seeing Jungkook and Edric together made you happy, and you began to seriously look at Jungkook as someone that you could be with. 
With that thought in mind, it’s what spurred you to invite Jungkook to the dedication ceremony for the newest school that had been built in honor of your mother. You wanted to see how Jungkook would act with you in public, as well as how he’d interact with your citizens. 
“We’re almost ready for you, your Highness,” Jimin told you and you nodded your head, biting lightly on your lip as you stood off to the right of stage that was in front of the large crowd that had gathered for the ceremony. You were dressed in a fitted pants suit in Zamia’s official colors, blue and yellow, as well as a sash and your gold crown. 
“You ok?” Jungkook asked as he looked over at you, dressed in the same Naval uniform that he had arrived to Zamia in. “You look nervous.”
“I’m not the biggest fan of public speaking,” you confessed. “And this is for my mom so I really want it to be good.”
“And it will be,” he promised, reaching down and grabbing your free hand that wasn’t holding your speech in his hand. “Just take some deep breaths and speak from your heart.” Having him hold your hand allowed you to read his thoughts, and you could literally feel how sincere he was in what he said to you. 
“Ok, thanks,” you said, a soft smile coming onto your face when he lifted your hand and kissed the back of it gently. 
“Your Highness, it’s time,” Jimin said and you nodded your head, giving Jungkook’s hand a quick squeeze before letting go of it and climbing the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered at the sight of you and you took a few moments to wave at them all before stepping behind the podium. 
“Good morning,” you smiled. “Thank you all so much for attending this dedication ceremony for our newest magic school. The formation of this school is special for two reasons. The first being that this school is a solid, visible example of how much our kingdom is flourishing. Needing more space means that our population has risen and to do that, one needs faith in the people that serve them that their needs will be met. It means the world to me that you all feel like you have a happy enough way of life here in order to start and grow families of your own, so thank you for that.” The crowd cheered loudly for a few seconds before calming down and allowing you to continue.
“The second, and arguably the most important to me personally, is that it gives us the chance to dedicate something to our late Queen, my mother, Queen Thalia,” you continued. “Queen Thalia was an innovator. She established the first official school in the kingdom, made sure that every citizen regardless of age was able to read and write and knew how to control their powers to the best of their ability. She was determined for the citizens of Zamia to have the best lives possible and that effort is seen even now, 30 years from her coronation. With my pleasure and the blessing of the Solar Council, I hereby dedicate this building as the Queen Thalia Magic Education Center!”
The crowd went wild at the announcement, cheering loudly and chanting a mix of your mother’s name as well as yours. Your father walked up onto the stage then with a pair of scissors in his hands and together, the two of you cut the ribbon that was right in front of the door to the school. 
“Amazing job, little one,” Edric whispered to you and you smiled, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. After posing for a few photos with your father, the Solar Council, and the administration staff of the school, you made yourself busy with speaking to the citizens of Zamia, something that you prided yourself on taking the time to do. 
“It’s about time that we finally had a building dedicated to your mother, ancestors rest her soul,” an elderly man named Minho told you. 
“I know but the Solar Council, as well as my father and I, wanted to make sure that the dedication made sense and with this being a school, we saw no better time than now,” you explained. 
“And how are you yourself, dear?” Minho’ wife, Helena, asked you. “I know it’s been five years since she passed on but it can’t be any easier for you.”
“It isn’t but I’m doing well, thank you for asking,” you replied. 
“Of course she’s doing well, with one of the Princes of Pica visiting her,” a woman named Sooyoung laughed. “Are we going to be having a royal wedding and a coronation ceremony?”
“Not anytime soon,” you giggled. “Prince Jungkook as well as his brother Prince Taehyung are just here to visit.”
“Your mother said something similar when your father came to visit from his home kingdom,” Helena pointed out. 
“Have a good time, you guys,” you bid your goodbyes to them to cut the conversation short, laughing to yourself when you heard them groan and complain behind you. You walked over to Jungkook, who was speaking animatedly with some children. 
“Queen Y/N, Queen Y/N!” One of the little girls, who you knew as Boram, called out to you.
“Hi Boram,” you smiled, watching fondly as she did her best to do a bow to you before you greeted the other children as well. “Hi Yihwa, hi Sangjun.”
“Your Highness,” Yihwa and Sangjun both replied, the two of them able to greet you a little more properly since they were seven and nine years old versus Boram’s tender five.
“Queen Y/N, are you gonna marry Jungkookie Oppa?” Boram wondered and you couldn’t help but to laugh as you bent down so that you were level with her. 
“You’re calling him Oppa already?” You wondered. “Do you like him that much?”
“He’s nice,” Boram nodded. 
“She’s just saying that because he let her zap him with her electricity,” Yihwa reported. 
“Ah, your powers came all the way in,” you deduced and Boram nodded excitedly. 
“My ceremony is next week!” Boram announced happily. “Will you come?”
“You can’t ask her that, Boram,” Sangjun said. “She’s Queen and has other stuff to do.”
“I’ll have Jiminie check my schedule and we’ll see but no promises, ok?” You told Boram, making her nod reluctantly. 
“Jungkookie Oppa, can I use your hand to show Queen Y/N what I can do now?” Boram asked him hopefully and unable to deny her pouty lips, Jungkook nodded his head. 
“Sure, come on,” he gestured towards himself and Boram squealed excitedly, bounding over to stand in front of him. After you stood up straight again, you watched as Boram took a deep breath before making a spark of electricity with her finger, then using it to zap Jungkook’s palm. 
“Wow, amazing Boram!” You cheered, clapping your hands and making a big show of it. It was always a monumental moment when a person’s powers fully came in, and you wanted to encourage Boram as much as possible. 
Watching the exchange also made your respect for Jungkook grow exponentially. Getting a zap of electricity to your bare palm was no picnic and yet, Jungkook took it with a smile because of how happy it obviously made Boram. After that and seeing how he talked about magic books with Yihwa and what it was like being in the Navy with Sangjun, as well as talking to a bunch of other children and adults, it just confirmed what you had begun to suspect about Jungkook ever since your date in the meadow. 
Jungkook would make an amazing spouse and an amazing King, and now it was your move. 
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You paced back and forth on the balcony to the Throne Room, your blue dress breezing behind you and your gaze focused on the waves that were crashing against the shore. You had told Jimin to have Jungkook meet you here so that the two of you could talk, and your nerves were kind of starting to get the best of you as more time passed by. 
“Your Highness,” Jungkook called out and you turned around, watching as he strolled over to you. “You wanted to see me?” He was dressed in a tan shirt, tan slacks with suspenders holding them up, black shoes, and his hair pushed back from his face.
“Yes, hi,” you exhaled harshly as you stopped pacing and looked at him. “Thank you for coming so quickly.”
“Well, I figured it must be important if you requested my presence,” he said. You took a quick deep breath in before releasing it, as a last ditch effort to calm yourself before you began to speak. 
“So, we both know the real reason why you were invited here?” You began. 
“Yes.”
“And over the last two weeks, we’ve gotten to know each other better than I thought we would,” you mentioned. “As a result, I’ve become interested in you and I hope the feeling is mutual.”
“It is,” Jungkook nodded with a smile. “Very much so.”
“I’m happy to hear that,” you sighed in relief. “But now, I need to know how you feel about Zamia.”
“I told you, I love it,” he replied honestly. “It took my breath away when I first got here and after attending that dedication ceremony with you and getting to speak to the people, I fell in love even more. If needed, I’ll do anything necessary to support Zamia and you as well, if you allow me to.”
“And you’re not just here to take Zamia away from me?” You asked and Jungkook shook his head with a furrowed brow. Although it was much rarer now, it wasn’t unheard of for a woman or a man to marry into a royal family just to stage a coup and snatch the power for themselves. 
“The thought of that never even entered my mind, or my family’s mind,” he assured you. “I’m also a third born son so power hasn’t ever been high on my list of goals in life.”
“But that could be a reason why you came here,” you shot back. 
“See for yourself if you don’t believe me,” he said, extending his hand out to you. You grabbed onto it, intertwining your fingers with his and allowing your eyes to flutter shut as his thoughts and feelings flooded into your mind.
The very first thing you felt was peace, which you always interpreted as meaning someone was being honest or had pure intentions. That peaceful feeling almost became overwhelming and that only confirmed how truthful Jungkook was being. 
The second thing wasn’t a feeling, but a vision. The two of you were walking in the meadow that you had taken him to, hand in hand with two little figures running around in front of you. You could see how bright your smile was as you watched what you assumed would be your children play together and Jungkook eyes were focused on you, smiling at you with a look in his eyes that could only be described as fondness. 
“Oh my gosh,” you gasped as you opened your eyes, seeing that Jungkook was looking right at you with a soft smile. 
“Did you see?” He wondered and you nodded your head slowly. “That’s what I hope for when I think of my future here, with you.” 
“Jungkook,” you whispered as tears welled up in your eyes, the vision of your prospective future making you emotional. Jungkook instantly moved closer to you then, gently cupping your face in his hands and making you look into his eyes. 
“I know you have your reservations and I respect them, but I’m telling you that I want this and I want you, regardless of what that might entail,” he stated firmly. Looking into his brown eyes and not knowing what words might even exist for you to properly communicate how he made you feel, you decided to that the only thing that could tell him was a kiss. So that’s exactly what you did. 
Your lips crashed against his passionately, your hands wrapping around his neck to grip at the hair on the back of his head. Jungkook returned your eagerness as his hands slipped away from your face and down to your waist, gripping you tightly and pulling you closer to him. He walked the both of you backwards until you were pressed up against the ledge of the balcony, your back arching as his lips trailed away from yours and began to press open mouthed kisses to your neck. 
“Fuck,” you moaned.
“Mm, our Queen has a potty mouth,” Jungkook murmured teasingly, making you laugh out loud. 
“Yeah, kind of.”
“I don’t mind, as long as I’m the one making you curse,” he said deeply and you found yourself nodding your head. He captured your lips with his again, making you moan again as the two of you made out. You weren’t sure how much time had passed as you lost yourself in the feeling of his lips but suddenly, you realized where you were and what you two were doing and how it would look if anyone were to walk out onto the balcony. 
“Wait, wait, wait, we can’t,” you gasped, placing your hands against his chest and pushing him back slightly. “We can’t go too far, you know?”
“Of course, of course,” Jungkook nodded. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” you chuckled. 
“What’s your schedule like for the rest of the day?” He questioned suddenly. 
“I’m free.”
“Great. Wait here for an hour and then meet me in the meadow, ok?” He said and you shrugged your shoulders before nodding. He pressed one last kiss to your lips and before you could ask where he was going or what he had up his sleeve, he raced away from you. 
After an hour of more pacing and not knowing what to do with yourself in order to stay occupied, you rode your horse to the meadow and once you got there, you saw Jungkook already standing near the stream as he waited for you. 
“What is all this about?” You wondered as you stepped over to stand in front of him.
“If we’re going to do this, I wanted to do it the right way,” Jungkook told you, reaching out and grabbing both of your hands in his. “You don’t have to feel obligated to say yes to what I’m about to ask you, ok?”
“Ok,” you nodded. A soft gasp escaped you when you watched him get down on one knee in front of you, letting go of one of your hands to reach into his pocket and pull out a large, round sapphire engagement ring. The band was gold and the sapphire was surrounded by white diamonds on either side. 
“Y/N-ah, will you do me the honor of marrying me?” Jungkook asked and you nodded your head up and down rapidly, squealing lightly when he slid the ring onto the fourth finger of your left hand. 
“It’s beautiful Jungkook,” you murmured as you held your hand up, admiring the ring. 
“My father gave it to my mother the day that I was born,” he explained as he stood up. “The sapphire is my birth stone and before she passed, my mother gave it to me to use as an engagement ring for the right woman.”
“And I’m the right woman?” You wondered as you wrapped your arms around his neck while he set his hands on your hips. 
“Absolutely,” Jungkook stated firmly. At a loss for words, which seemed to be a regular occurrence when you were around Jungkook, you settled for pulling him into a passionate kiss in an effort to communicate exactly how you were feeling at that moment. 
“I’m going to be everything that you need me to be, I promise,” Jungkook whispered against your lips. 
“I know, I know,” you smiled before kissing him again and you did know, deep down inside of you, that he was a person you could trust and depend on. 
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A month later, wedding preparation was in full swing and the palace, as well as the entire kingdom of Zamia, was buzzing with excitement. Admittedly, you were as well. Even though you still had your typical duties as Queen to take care of, planning your wedding had proven to be unexpectedly fun and you loved setting up even the smallest of details. 
Jungkook was a big help as well, coming with you to every meeting that had even the smallest thing to do with the wedding and offering you his support on your official duties as well. He had also kept his promise to you as he began to undertake his own royal duties for Zamia, and you found that the load he took off your shoulders was incredibly helpful. 
Despite that, the two of you hadn’t been able to spend much alone time together since you announced your engagement and you were surprised by just how much you missed his presence. You missed his humor, his smile, his laugh, and how he always made you feel at ease. 
“Y/N-ah?” Jimin called out and you turned around from where you had been staring out of the window at the shore in front of the palace. “Jungkook’s back.”
“Great,” you smiled, gathering up the hem of your blue dress in your hands and rushing down the hallway and down the grand staircase. Once you made it to the side door which was already open due to the helpers who were bringing Jungkook’s bags into the palace, you ran outside to see Jungkook standing next to the limousine.
“Jungkook!” You cheered and he turned around, his grin wide as he opened his arms and you didn’t hesitate to run into them, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him passionately as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up off the ground. The kiss grew heated pretty quickly, your tongue slipping into Jungkook’s mouth as you felt his hands roam over your waist through the material of your dress. 
“Oh, I missed you baby,” Jungkook murmured against your lips and you smiled, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling back to look at him. 
“I missed you more,” you cooed, running your hands through the hair at the back of his head. “How was Pica? And your family?”
“They’re all good, excited to come here at the end of the week for the wedding,” he told you as he set you back down on the ground. You wrapped your arm around his and intertwined your fingers together as you both walked back into the palace. “And I got the rest of my things.”
“You’re officially moved in then,” you noted. 
“Yep and you’re stuck with me,” he teased, making you roll your eyes playfully. “What have you been up to while I was gone?”
“Eh, the usual,” you shrugged. “Work and more work, as always.”
“I hope you won’t be too busy for me after the wedding.”
“I won’t be, because I’ll have you by my side,” you smiled up at him and he returned your smile as the two of you climbed the staircase and then strolled down the hallway together. 
“I hope you have your gift picked out for me for the ceremony,” you mentioned. “It’s tomorrow.” The ceremony that you were speaking of was a tradition for royal engaged couples, where they would present each other with a gift in front of their families and the Solar Council as a way of affirming their promises to each other and as a way of blessing their coming union. Typically, the gift was an extension of one’s magical powers but it was always interesting to see what each couple came up with.
“I already have my gift for you and you’re going to love it, I know it,” he said cockily. 
“You sure about that? It’s gonna be hard to outdo the present that my dad gave my mom.”
“He gave her a fucking island!” Jungkook exclaimed, making you giggle at his facial expression. 
“You better had come up with something that good then,” you joked. Smirking, Jungkook leaned against the wall and pulled you with him, forcing your body flush up against his as he wrapped his arms around you. 
“You’re a menace, you know?” He said. 
“I’ve been told,” you smiled. “At least you know you’ll never be bored.”
“That I do,” he chuckled before cupping your face in his hands and kissing you firmly. Per usual, you lost yourself in the kiss, your body melting into Jungkook’s as your lips slotted together. You had no idea how long the two of you ended up staying there, pressed up against that wall, until someone cleared their throat and caused the two of you to break apart. 
“So sorry to interrupt the two of you,” Yoongi huffed. “But you’re late for your next meeting, your Highness.”
“And you have a lesson on Zamia’s history to attend, Prince Jungkook,” Jimin giggled. “Which I remind you, you have to finish before the wedding on Saturday.”
“Of course,” Jungkook sighed with a smile. 
“Give us a second, we’ll be right there,” you told them, and Yoongi and Jimin nodded before walking away. 
“No privacy,” you scoffed. 
“Well, we are in the hallway,” Jungkook pointed out. “Good thing that we were because if we were anywhere else more private, you wouldn’t be going to that meeting.”
“Oh yeah?” You purred. “And why is that?”
“Because you wouldn’t be able to walk,” he whispered and you felt a tingle in your lower half. The sexual tension had been a constant any time the two of you were together since you had gotten engaged, and there had been several times over the last month that you had to stop yourself from falling into that temptation. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t have been able to, especially since you had before in your life, but as Queen, you wanted to do things in a more “traditional” way and save that for you and Jungkook until your wedding night. 
“We’ll have two weeks off after the wedding and my dad will take over for us so I hope you’ll keep that promise,” you murmured. 
“Let’s go!” Yoongi shouted from the end of the hall and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. 
“You better go before Yoongi hyung blows a gasket,” Jungkook laughed. “I’ll see you tonight for dinner?”
“Of course,” you nodded. “Have a good day.”
“You too, baby,” he smiled, leaning down and giving you one last kiss before pulling away from you and allowing you both to go your separate ways. 
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The next night, you were stood outside of the Throne Room, anxiously shifting from one foot to the other. The time for the Gift Ceremony had come and Jungkook’s family, as well as your father and the Solar Council were inside of the Throne Room to watch. 
“Y/N-ah?” Jimin said and you raised your head to look at him. “You ready?”
“Yeah,” you nodded with a smile. “Do I look ok?”
“Gorgeous,” Jimin chuckled, reaching out and fixing the golden crown that sat on top of your head. You were dressed in a golden gown that had a blue overlay and swept the floor when you walked. 
“Let’s go then,” you squared your shoulders, watching as Jimin cued to the helpers and they opened the double doors. You began to walk inside, a wide smile falling onto your lips when you saw Jungkook, dressed in his naval uniform as usual, standing next to Yoongi as he waited for you. 
Once you made it to your throne, Yoongi motioned for everyone to take a seat and when they did, he turned to look at you and Jungkook. 
“This is the Gift Ceremony, where the two of you will present each other with a gift to mark your commitment to both each other and your upcoming marriage,” Yoongi recited. “Please kneel.” You and Jungkook did so, and Yoongi reached down to grab ahold of one of your hands and one of Jungkook’s before placing them together. 
“As the Leader of the Solar Council, I hereby bless this upcoming union with the approval of my fellow Councilmembers,” Yoongi said. “Are the both of you entering into this union of your own choice, in sound mind and body?”
“I am,” you and Jungkook responded together. 
“Please stand,” Yoongi instructed and you both stood up straight again, still holding onto each other’s hand. “Your Highness, Queen Y/N, will present her gift first. Your Highness.”
“Jungkook,” you began as you turned to look at each other. “I cannot express how happy I am to be joining you in marriage and to have you as a part of my family. I love how caring and loving you are, and how thoughtful you are of other people. Because of that, I have chosen to give you the gift of voice echo.”
“Really?” Jungkook gasped and you nodded with a smile. 
“With this gift, you’ll be able to project your voices to places that you’re not present in,” you explained. “Meaning that even your family will be able to hear you from here to Pica.”
“Jungkook, do you accept this gift?” Yoongi asked.
“Yes,” Jungkook confirmed and Yoongi motioned for him to kneel again, which he did. You took a deep breath then, raising your hands up and waiting until a fine, yellow haze began to generate between your palms. Once you were satisfied by how much there was, you began to slowly wave your hands over Jungkook’s head, causing the yellow haze to flow downwards over his hair. 
“As Monarch of Zamia, I grant you this power,” you crooned. The haze dissipated and Jungkook stood up, and you motioned for him to try it. “Go ahead.” 
“Taehyungie hyung?” Jungkook whispered, so soft that you barely heard him and he was standing right next to you.
“I hear you, Jungkookie,” Taehyung revealed with a smile and the grin on Jungkook’s face was so wide, you knew his cheeks had to hurt. 
“Now, Prince Jungkook, your gift,” Yoongi moved them along. 
“Well, I went back and forth on what to get you,” he began. “My powers together are a weird combination so it was a challenge at first but I think you’ll love what I came up with.” He stepped down off of the small platform where your throne was and moved a few steps backwards, making you arch an eyebrow since you didn’t know what he was doing.
Holding his hands out over the floor, Jungkook’s stare was intense as a gust of wind began to create a vortex at his feet. You watched as the vortex became bigger, so much so that it was almost as tall as Jungkook was. 
“Jungkook?” You called out, slightly worried that the vortex was going to hurt him. 
“It’s ok,” he promised as he glanced at you over his shoulder. “She’s coming.”
“She?” You echoed and when you looked back at the vortex, you realized that it was looking less like a vortex and was taking the shape of an actual person. Once some of the dust fell away, the image that was left behind had your jaw dropping and a loud gasp coming from everyone that was present. 
“Is that?” You croaked, seeing what was unmistakably your mother Thalia smiling down at you. 
“It’s your mother,” Jungkook smiled as he turned around and extended his hand to you. “Come here, it’s ok.” You stepped down off of the platform as well, pacing over to stand next to your fiancée as you looked up at the image in disbelief. 
“Can she hear me?” You asked as you grabbed onto his hand.
“What do you think?” Thalia wondered, and tears began to stream down your face steadily.
“Mommy,” you cried. 
“Hi my baby,” Thalia smiled softly, her eyes crinkling at the sides the way you remembered they always did. You marveled at how clear the image was, Thalia’s umber colored skin glowing in the light of the haze that she had appeared from.
“I miss you so much,” you gushed.
“And I miss you,” she replied. “I’m so proud of you though. You’ve been doing an amazing job as Queen since I left, not that I ever had any doubts.”
“You really think so?” You questioned, your ability to lead Zamia’s people one of the most pressing questions that you had been wishing you were able to ask your mother. 
“Absolutely, but there’s one thing that you could be working on.”
“What is it?”
“Learning to open up your heart,” Thalia said. “I know you and I know how you get set in your ways, but open your heart and allow Jungkook to love you. You deserve all the happiness in the world, my baby and Jungkook wants to give it to you so let him.”
“Daddy told me the same thing before Jungkook came,” you chuckled through tears. “About being open.”
“Well, your father taught me that same lesson and since you’re just like me, it makes sense that he taught it to you as well,” she giggled. The image of Thalia then turned around to look at your father Edric, who was sitting to the right of where you were standing. “I miss you so much, my love.”
“I miss you more,” Edric smiled sadly, lifting his hand to his mouth and blowing her a kiss. Thalia turned back to look at you then, smiling fondly. 
“I love you so much, Y/N,” Thalia told you before turning her gaze to Jungkook. “Take care of my baby.”
“Yes ma’am,” Jungkook nodded with a smile and suddenly, the image of Thalia disappeared and the wind that had created the vortex wrapped up into itself before flowing out of the window. 
Before Jungkook could ask how you felt about his gift, you threw your arms around him in a tight hug as you sobbed into his neck. 
“I can’t thank you enough,” you whimpered and Jungkook just hugged you tight you him as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. 
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Once your tears started, they just wouldn’t stop so Yoongi wrapped up the Gift Ceremony pretty swiftly and everyone dispersed, leaving Jungkook to walk you back to your bedroom as you recovered from the wave of emotions that you had just gone through. 
“If I had known you’d be this upset by my gift, I wouldn’t have done it,” Jungkook murmured and you instantly shook your head as you wiped your face free of tears for what felt like the hundredth time in the past half hour. 
“No! I loved it so much, that’s why I’m like this,” you told him. “When my mom passed, it was very sudden so I never felt like I got to say goodbye. Today, in the Throne Room, it kind of felt like closure, you know?”
“I know,” he nodded in understanding. “You don’t mind that I did it, right? I didn’t overstep?”
“You gave me the greatest gift I’ve gotten in my life,” you replied honestly. “I’ll never be able to repay you.”
“You don’t have to baby,” he said. “I did it because I wanted to, because I care about you.” The two of you made it to your large bedroom doors then and Jungkook let go of your hand that he was holding. “So, I’ll see you in the morning for breakfast?”
“Or we could go to breakfast together in the morning,” you suggested and Jungkook’s eyebrows rose in confusion.
“Huh?”
“Stay with me tonight,” you clarified. 
“You sure?” He checked. “I don’t want you to feel like you owe me or anything just because of my gift or-” you cut him off by leaving forward and pressing a slow kiss to his lips. His words faded into nothing, his lips moving with yours as you kissed him sweetly. 
“Stay with me, please,” you repeated after pulling back a little to look at him. “I want you to.”
“Ok baby, ok,” he nodded his agreement which made you smile. After grabbing his hand, you walked over to the door, nodding slightly to the two guards standing outside before opening one of the double doors and walking inside. 
“I didn’t know you had guards at your door,” Jungkook noted as he followed you inside and shut the door behind himself. 
“I wish I didn’t but the Solar Council insisted,” you shrugged. “A monarch thing.”
“Understandable,” he chuckled. You led him over to the bed before turning to face him and wrapping your arms around his neck. “They can’t...uh, hear anything in here, can they?”
“No, it’s soundproof,” you swore. “I had the room designed that way once the Solar Council said they wanted guards.”
“So if I wanted to make you scream my name,” Jungkook trailed off. 
“They wouldn’t hear a thing,” you finished. With that, Jungkook wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into him as he kissed you passionately. He picked you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he bent down and laid you out on the bed before climbing on top of you. 
“I want to take care of you, Y/N-ah,” Jungkook murmured against your skin as his lips trailed downwards to our neck. “Will you let me?”
“Yes Jungkook,” you moaned as he left open-mouthed kisses against your skin. “Whatever you want.”
“Turn over for me so I can get this dress off,” he instructed and you nodded, waiting until he had moved off of you before sitting up and turning over so that your back was facing him. You reached up and took off your crown, holding it in your hands while Jungkook grabbed ahold of the zipper of your dress and pulled it downwards. 
Pulling the dress over your shoulders and exposing your gorgeous melanin infused skin, Jungkook couldn’t help but to lean forward and press soft kisses against your shoulder. 
“Beautiful,” he muttered.
“You’ve barely seen me yet,” you giggled as you reached over and sat your crown on the bedside table.
“I can already tell,” he huffed. You sat up on your knees then, pulling your dress down the rest of the way and then throwing it onto the floor before turning back around to lay flat on your back. He couldn’t help but to gawk at your body, a matching blue bra and panty set hugging your bust and hips. 
“Like what you see?” You purred teasingly. 
“Love it,” he smiled. 
“You get undressed too,” you said and he nodded his head, getting off of the bed and standing up straight as he began to take off his naval uniform. You turned onto your side and propped your head up on your hand, watching with a smile as he first took off his jacket then his pants and the sword that had been hanging at his hip. 
“You know, I can get used to this,” he mentioned.
“What?”
“You, laying in bed, waiting for me like this,” he said and you could feel your cheeks warm up in embarrassment as he climbed back onto the bed. 
“Me too,” you agreed. You quickly sat up and undid your bra, pulling it from your body and throwing it to the side before Jungkook leaned down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. A loud gasp escaped you, your hands instantly threading themselves in his hair as you allowed him to cause your nipples to harden on his tongue.
“I’m gonna make you feel good baby, I promise,” he declared, moving down your body and leaving kisses in his path. You lifted your head slightly, smiling when he grabbed the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs. You wordlessly spread your legs for him, which made him groan in appreciation when he saw your glistening folds. 
“So wet baby,” he whispered, using his fingers to spread your labia apart before diving in, sucking your clit into his mouth. You cried out as your head fell back against the bed, your body writhing on the bed as Jungkook worked his mouth on you. 
Now, you were no stranger to sex at all. Jungkook wasn’t the first man to have ever courted you before but with him, you had to admit that it felt different. It wasn’t only the skill of his tongue that had you seeing stars but you felt such a strong connection to him, it was almost palpable. You guessed that this is what intimacy was and now that you’d felt it, you weren’t sure that you’d ever be able to give it up. 
“Oh God,” you whimpered, biting down harshly on your lip when Jungkook began to draw figure eights on your clit with the tip of his tongue. As he did so, he slipped one finger into you, moaning against you when he felt how easily you had let him in. 
“Shit, just like that,” you blurted out. Jungkook began to leave wide licks from the bottom of your clit up to the top before going back down and repeating the action, and that had your orgasm building up in your gut. 
“Ah, I-I’m gonna, gonna,” you tried to warn him but you cut yourself off with a sudden yell, your back arching up from the bed as you came on his tongue. Jungkook moaned appreciatively, slurping up your cum as you rode your orgasm out. 
“Good?” He asked and you nodded your head, slightly panting as he rose up and looked at you, licking your essence from his lips.
“So good,” you laughed in disbelief. Jungkook reached out then and gathered some of your wetness onto his fingers before using it to lubricate his cock, which was fully hard and bobbing against his lower stomach. 
“You ready for me to fuck you, baby?” He wondered and when you nodded your head rapidly like a child, he laughed fondly as he positioned himself so that he was on his knees in between your legs. 
“You sure you don’t want me to suck you off?” You asked. 
“No, I need to be inside of you now,” Jungkook shook his head. “Plus, we have all the time in the world to get to that later.”
“Mm, that we do,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a searing kiss. As you slid your tongue into his mouth, Jungkook grabbed the base of his cock and pressed the head of it against your slit, slowly pushing himself into you. You both sighed into each other’s mouths at the feeling of his cock stretching you out, and Jungkook clutched onto the sheets next to your head as he worked you open.
“You’re so tight Y/N-ah, fuck,” he groaned harshly and the way that he moaned your name had your walls clenching around him. 
“And you’re fucking huge,” you huffed out with a laugh. “God damn it.”
“But you’re taking it so fucking well,” Jungkook swore as he looked down at you. “Like you were made for me.”
“Cheesy,” you giggled which made him laugh as well. “You can go faster.”
“Yeah?” He hummed and once you nodded, Jungkook made sure that he was steady on his knees before sitting up and fucking into you a little bit faster. He set up a steady rhythm then, making it easy for the two of you to lose yourselves in each other. 
“Just like that, shit,” you burst, your hands sliding from around his neck and trailing down his back. “Yes Jungkook.”
“Am I pleasing my Queen?” He wondered.
“You are but I’m not your Queen here, with just us two,” you told him. “I’m just Y/N with you.”
“My Y/N,” he said and hearing him call you his made you smile widely and what came out of your mouth next totally slipped out on accident. 
“I love you,” you said, your eyes widening slightly when you heard yourself say it. 
“I love you too,” Jungkook replied effortlessly, which left you even more confused. 
“Really?” 
“Of course. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” he responded. “I love you.”
“I love you,” you repeated, moaning when he kissed you again. Your movements became a lot more passionate and almost feral then, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him close and one of his hands reaching down to grip your thigh tightly. 
“Fuck yes, right there,” you panted, your entire body moving up and down on the bed with the force of Jungkook’s thrusts. “Please don’t stop, I’m so close.”
“Me too baby, me too,” he grumbled. “Come with me baby.” Jungkook sped up the pace of his thrusts and put more force behind them, causing you to see stars and your orgasm slammed into you suddenly. 
“Fuck me!” You screamed in pleasure. “Jungkook! Jungkook!”
“That’s right, moan my fucking name while I fill your pussy up,” he commanded and all you could do was dig your nails into his skin while he used you to make himself come. Once he did and you felt his warmth flood inside of you, he collasped on top of you and you just laughed as you set your hands in his hair. 
“So much for waiting, huh?” He mumbled groggily.
“Yeah, but it felt right,” you shrugged. “The wedding’s in two days anyways so we were close enough.” A comfortable silence fell over the two of you then, you both basking in the afterglow while coming down from your orgasms together. It had gotten so quiet, you had thought Jungkook had fallen asleep when he suddenly spoke up. 
“You know, we’re gonna have to redecorate this room once we’re married,” he pointed out.
“Why?” You questioned. “It’s in Zamia’s official colors.”
“I know but a change might be nice,” he said. “Plus, it’s our bedroom now.”
“You’re right,” you agreed. “Once we get back from our honeymoon, we can hire an interior designer.”
“Did we just make our first compromise?” Jungkook asked as he sat up to look down at you.
“I think we did,” you chuckled. “The first of many.”
“You got that right,” Jungkook smiled. “I love you Y/N-ah, and I can’t wait to marry you.”
“Me too and I love you too,” you replied, leaning up and kissing him gently. 
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“You about ready, baby girl?” Edric asked and you nodded your head, taking your bouquet of flowers from one of the helpers that were standing outside the double doors of the church. The day of the wedding had finally come and it had been declared a major holiday in the kingdom of Zamia. Every citizen, old and young, had come to stand outside of the church and catch a glimpse of you in your wedding dress.
Speaking of the dress, it was the traditional white dress with sleeves that covered your arms and a scooped neckline. The body of the dress was adorned with calla lilies, which were the official flower of Zamia and both your veil and train of your dress were cathedral length, which you figured was appropriate since you were literally getting married in a cathedral. To finish off the look, of course, was your golden crown.
“It’s time, your Highnesses,” a helper named Karina told you. 
“Here goes nothing,” you whispered, hooking your hand onto Edric’s arm and waiting for the double doors to be opened. Once they were, you and your father began the walk down the insanely long aisle, smiling politely at all of the guests who had come from far and wide to attend. They varied from family and friends of yours and Jungkook’s, to Kings and Queens from other kingdoms as well as their dignitaries. 
The only person you seemed to be able to focus on though, was standing at the opposite end of the aisle next to the priest. Jungkook was dressed in a classic black suit, having decided to forgo his naval uniform since he was longer a part of Pica’s navy. His hair was pushed back away from his face, showcasing his strong jawline and his gorgeous eyes. You couldn’t help but to smile widely when the two of you locked eyes with each other and Jungkook did the same, his nose scrunching up adorably. 
Soon enough, you and your father made it to the altar and Jungkook moved to stand next to your father on the opposite side of you while the priest motioned for the guests to take their seats.
“Who gives this woman to be married to this man?” The priest asked. 
“Her mother and I do,” Edric answered. You turned to him then, allowing him to kiss your cheek over your veil before he shook Jungkook’s hand and went to his seat in the front row. 
“We are gathered here today to witness the joining of this man and this woman in holy matrimony,” the priest began. “If there’s anyone who has just cause why these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace.” When a few seconds of silence were all that followed afterward, the priest continued on. 
“Being as though this is both a wedding ceremony and a coronation of sorts, we’ll keep things straight and to the point, like our Queen here,” the priest joked, making you, Jungkook, and all of the guests laugh. “Rings, please.” Jimin stepped forward and handed you Jungkook’s wedding band, while Taehyung handed Jungkook yours.
“Queen Y/N, we’ll start with you. Please take Jungkook’s hand and repeat after me,” he instructed and you nodded, holding onto Jungkook’s left hand while you held his wedding band in your right. “I promise to be there for you, in sickness and in health.”
“I promise to be there for you, in sickness and in health,” you echoed. 
“For better or worse.”
“For better or worse.”
“For richer or poorer.”
“For richer or poorer.”
“Til death do us part.”
“Til death do us part,” you finished, sliding the band onto his fourth finger then. 
“Prince Jungkook, now you,” the priest said and you and Jungkook switched hands, your left hand resting in his now. “I promise to be there for you, in sickness and in health.”
“I promise to be there for you, in sickness and in health,” Jungkook repeated.
“For better or worse.”
“For better or worse.”
“For richer or poorer.”
“For richer or poorer.”
“Til death do us part.”
“Til death do us part,” Jungkook said as he slid your ring onto your ring finger. 
“Now Prince Jungkook, please answer the following questions with honesty,” the priest said. “Do you solemnly vow to guard and aid the kingdom of Zamia?”
“I do,” Jungkook nodded, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring. 
“Do you vow to go to war for the kingdom of Zamia, if the need ever arises?”
“I do.”
“And do you solemnly vow to act in the best interests of this kingdom at all times, to the best of your ability?” The priest finished. 
“I do,” Jungkook agreed and you smiled proudly, your heart warming at hearing Jungkook answer the same questions that you had on the day of your coronation five years prior.
“Please kneel,” the priest said and Jungkook let go of your hand before he got down on one knee. Councilwoman Kim stepped up onto the altar then, holding a pillow that held a replica of your crown on top. The priest took ahold of the crown, picking it up and moving slowly before gently lowering it down onto Jungkook’s head. Once he did, Jungkook stood up again and grabbed ahold of your hand again. 
“I now pronounce you man and wife, as well as Queen and King of Zamia,” the priest declared. “King Jungkook, you may now kiss your bride.”
Jungkook turned to you, reaching down and grabbing the hem of your veil before lifting it up and over your head. Wrapping your arms around each other, Jungkook pulled you into a searing kiss which made the guests inside the church and even the citizens outside of the church cheer wildly. 
“I love you,” he whispered against your lips.
“I love you too,” you replied with a grin. 
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“Jungkook, watch out!” Jungkook turned around at the sound of your voice, his eyes almost bugging out of his head when he saw a ball of fire coming straight at him. Using his super speed, he ran over to the other side of your bedroom, sighing heavily when the ball of fire hit one of the large potted planets that sat next to the window and lit it aflame.
“Y/N-ah,” he huffed. 
“It’s not my fault! It’s the babies,” you pouted as you walked out of the en suite bathroom, your hands cradling the bottom of your large baby bump. You were nine months pregnant and due any day with twins. You and Jungkook had only been married for nine months as well, meaning that you had gotten pregnant on your wedding night (or the day of your Gift Ceremony, which you felt was the more likely possibility but no one knew about that besides you and Jungkook).
“I’ll be happy when you give birth and stop accidentally setting things on fire,” Jungkook said, grabbing one of the many fire extinguishers that had been placed throughout the palace during your pregnancy and using it to put out the burning leaves. 
“Again, it’s not me,” you whined. “I’m having contractions, which is making it harder to control.” The thing that was causing you to set things on fire was power tapping, which is something a lot of people experienced while they were pregnant. It just meant that you had access to whatever power your future child was going to have while you were still carrying them, meaning that one, or god forbid both, of your children were going to have the power of pyrokinesis. 
“Just imagine what it’s gonna be like for the first five years of their lives,” Jungkook shuddered at the thought and you did your best to take some deep breaths. “How are you contractions though?”
“Getting painful,” you confessed. “They’ve been steadily getting worse since last night.”
“Maybe we should call the doctor then? Get you ready to bring the little ones into the world?” he offered, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you. You gratefully leaned into his embrace, wrapping your own arms around his waist as you laid your cheek on his chest. 
“I’m nervous,” you admitted in a quiet voice.
“Why?”
“Because I’m gonna have to give birth to two babies and once they’re born, I’ll be stuck here in the palace while you take over for me,” you explained. 
“Hey, we talked about this,” Jungkook scolded you softly. “You staying here and recovering with our babies is more important than you going back to work and inevitably stressing yourself out trying to do everything at once. Plus, this is a part of the reason why I’m here for you, to take some of the stress and worry off of your shoulders. I got you baby.”
“I know,” you smiled as you looked up at him. “I know and I trust you. I’ve just never taken any time off.”
“That’s why you deserve it,” he told you. “You have to take care of you, ok?”
“Alright,” you groaned, clutching onto his shirt when you felt another contraction begin.
“Should Jimin hyung call the doctor?” He asked and you nodded your head rapidly. 
“Please.” 
Seven hours later, you were laying in your bed with your son and your daughter on your chest. Your labor has been easily the hardest thing you’d ever done but as soon as you saw their little faces, which were a perfect mix of your own face and Jungkook’s, you knew that all the months of morning sickness, mood swings, and setting almost everything (and everyone) on fire had been worth it.
“Y/N, you did so good baby,” Jungkook grinned, leaning over and kissing your forehead.
“I didn’t think I was gonna make it there for a second,” you chuckled. “But I’m just happy that they’re here and healthy.”
“We still have to name them,” he pointed out. 
“Well, I don’t know about him but I like Ja-young for her,” you said, lifting one of your hands and running it over your daughter’s thick, curly hair. 
“How about Jung-hwa for him?” Jungkook offered. 
“Sounds good,” you smiled. “Little Ja-young and Jung-hwa.”
“I love you so much, Y/N-ah,” he whispered and you looked up at him, still not used to how much love would be in Jungkook’s eyes any time that you saw him looking at you. 
“I love you too,” you replied, sighing happily when he leaned forward and captured your lips with his. Before you met Jungkook, you’d have no interest in marriage or having a family but now that you did, you couldn’t imagine your life without them. All it took was a Prince from an unassuming kingdom to teach you that what was really important in life that was to someone who loved you, without conditions and without reservations. 
Yeah, you were pretty damn lucky to have Jeon Jungkook in your life. 
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I think what peeves me the most about the framing of Canthans as so much more advanced than asura is that asura have a lot of the tech Cantha does, except it's less flashy (in appearance; we all know that it's flashy in other ways).
Running around Rata Novus taking screenshots just reminded me again of the fact that we have working asuran technology from 200+ years ago in the dead ratas. We have multifunctional, sustainable golems that come in various types. Waypoints, teleporters, elevators (evidenced in LWS4).
Hell, there's this guy.
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(Screenshot taken by @mongrelgrim)
And I know, I know it's the fault of writer turnover and them not having time to a) look into existing lore and b) actually make Canthan tech seem more advanced than what we already have. And I know there were probably concerns about coming off poorly in making the magical fantasy race more advanced than the pan-Asian expy humans. I know it and I get it!
I'd just. Love to see asura and Canthans work together. Two groups who had convergent evolution of technology, learning from each other and actually making progress. Not just laying all of it on Taimi's shoulders. Asura learned their lesson centuries ago using dragon magic to power their tech (look how well hooking up your vast asura gate network to those "statues" worked, guys). They get it.
Idk maybe I'm just salty because I'm an asura main but like. It's bad enough they barely even played a role in the defeat of Primordus when Primordus drove them from their underground home but to have all their advancements shunted aside...
It annoys me.
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