how do you think DI! Leon is gonna be?
AAAAA I completely forgot this was in here and I am so sorry 😭 But after seeing the newest trailer (obviously just once because I am totally normal) it has possessed me something FIERCE out here!
➻ Oh you know he's definitely gonna be rearranging my- *shot*
➻ Anyway! I was thinking on this in particular for a long time but I had a feeling he's gonna be serious but still crack some jokes every now and then with his dry humor. So very glad to see that stuck!
➻ Obviously much like Chris, done with the shit, but putting up with it better than in Vendetta.
➻ Which speaking of, I NEED to point out how much healthier he looks! It provides a sense that maybe he found a new sense of hope after Vendetta that convinced him to take better care of himself! Proud of him!
➻ One word.
➻ Dilf.
➻ And he fucking knows it too.
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i’m finally back!! out of respect for ramadan, i will pick back up on “you know who” later 🤫. for now, we’ll take a trip back in time to when jinseoul was just a wittle babyy. AKA first-time dad!jk~
TC!dad!JK
“YOUR HIGHNESS!! QUICK!! QUEEN Y/N HAS JUST GONE INTO LABOR!!” says a nurse who barges into the king’s very important meeting. despite knowing her abrupt interruption could cost her head, had the king not been informed of the birth of his first-born, then he’d have everyone’s head.
it may seem hard to understand how you and jungkook had gotten to a point where you are giving birth to his child but it’s simple: you started softening up. you began listening to him and in return he started listening to you and eventually, one thing led to another and you unexpectedly got pregnant. the birth of your first-born child was never planned. it was so unplanned that when miriam kept insisting you could be pregnant, you kept going on with your day to day life without paying any attention to the constant nausea, light headedness, and missing menstrual.
it wasn’t until 2-weeks later that you visited dr. lee and he confirmed that you were indeed pregnant. feeling shocked, scared, and nervous, you kept your pregnancy hidden from jungkook for the first four months. all the progress you both made was thrown out of the window when miriam told jungkook. he was hurt that you hid it from him for so long and refrained from talking to you but still took care of any and all things needed for you and his growing child.
here you are; both are, 9-months later with you yelling at the top of your lungs with miriam holding your hand while jungkook rushes to your aid. you pant “i-i can’t do this. it hurts. IT HURTS SO MUCH!!!”
“it’s okay, y/n. just breathe, okay?” consoles miriam as she uses her free hand to caress your wet face that’s mixed with tears and sweat. “you’re doing great—”
“we can see the baby’s head! keep pushing, queen y/n!!” the doctor encourages.
“you ready? take a breath, 1..2..3 PUSH!!!!”
you do as miriam and the doctors instruct you and continue pushing with all of your might.
“everyone, the king is here! king jungkook is here, make way please” says the nurse as she moves aside so jungkook could see you. miriam lets go of your hand and allows jungkook to take your hand instead.
~🫧
As soon as he enters your chamber where you’re giving birth, he’s… he’s shocked. He actually cant believe that you’re giving birth to his child right now.
But all of it feels too real, and he feels a little lightheaded. you’re definitely screaming in this bottle of the people are excited nervous and he can also see the doctors face.
Are you all right?? a lot of things are going through his head right now, but he’s going to keep it together for you because you’re the one that’s giving birth, not him.
Jungkook immediately grabs your hand as he prepares for his princess- yes, he wants a girl. You squeeze his hand so tightly and it almost hurts, but it’s OK because you seem to be in a lot of pain right now and it’s- too much for him to see even though he’s seen a lot of gore.
No one could’ve ever prepared him to watch his wife, give birth to his first child.
He exhales and looks at you. Even though he has been angry with you for the last 5 months, but right now? Everything is about to change forever.
He wishes he can take pain away from you, but he cannot.
He’s still mad at you because you didn’t tell him that you were pregnant when you first found out- you didn’t let him experience the joy of that.
And although this is the first time that a king from the Jeon Dynasty has entered the chamber where his queen is giving birth, but he’s always been the one to break the rules.
“Y-Yn… you can do this- see our child is almost out- oh my God I see the head- o-oh look yn- it’s body- I see it.” he chokes out, this is so real, and
His biggest dream is coming true right in front of his eyes.
Jungkook feels tears well up in his eyes as he witnesses the birth of his child. 
You give his hand one last squeeze before you push one more time, The screams of agony are all he can hear from your mouth, but then suddenly all of the sounds die down in the room.
There’s the baby.
His baby.
He’s just 24 right now, and he’s become a father.
You’re two years younger than him and it’s even worse for you, but this is a really good thing, because this child will fix everything between you two. Jungkook feels a wave of overwhelming emotions hit him as the doctor pulls out the child.
Jungkook cannot stop watching- he hears everyone congratulating him but he’s just so focused on the baby right now.
He feels tears run down his cheeks.
“Congratulations my King.. your majesty- the queen has given birth to a prince.”
A son. You just gave him a son. Jungkook cries, squeezing your hand ever so tightly.
He’s become a father now.
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i do not care for dancing.
♔. from the hoard : 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔰𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔞 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔱 ( @acataelepsie ) , accepting
when the dead come : do not speak to them. do not look back. do not leave the door open. his own adamantine decrees turn to ice-melt for a single exception: salt. his greatest loss. his darling detriment. the ghost who fells him in the field a thousand times over. and a thousand times again he'd let her drive a bullet through his heart for a chance to hold on to even the shortest breath of another moment with her. it makes him a fool when she forgets, but strategic when she remembers.
the battle roars on in the distance ; an endless, dissonant song that fills the tomb-like ballroom she no longer recalls nor cares for, but that he's led her to regardless. ❛❛ no one cares for dancing during a war. ❞ the tsar's orotund voice echoes, outwards and outwards. and still the room feels too quiet. too removed. ❛❛ . . . but we did once. ❞ he regards the scene with a statued stillness: bone-bare columns curve like protruding ribs, the windows are painted red, black curtains hang like torn sinew, and ancient chandeliers tremble from the bombard. he could almost lament the years spent romanticizing the horror of it all.
indeed, she wasn't the only one who'd forgotten the true beauty and joys of life. it's for her sake that he tries to conjure that memory into a mock-reality. the glamor begins to spread from the sole of his military boots. like golden fingers, it stretches and polishes the floors; straightens the mayhem; adorns white-stoned walls with aurelian trims; and brightens the grand space with sunlit candles, filtering and fracturing through hundreds of suspended diamonds.
only then does koschei turn to face the dead tsaritsa, a picture of the past and present warring for dominance until a uniform becomes a black and bronze-epauletted coat. he offers a warm hand, jeweled and kind. only he sees the tendinous rot beneath the magic. ❛❛ put the gun down, katenka, ❞ he murmurs, and an old, familiar waltz plumes through the air around them. only he hears the faraway cries of dying soldiers. ❛❛ let me help you remember. ❞
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