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aphrodisiac-siren · 1 year

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Dynasty of Flames

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen-Royce Reader

Summary: Being born into the most respected and equally feared houses in the realm made people look up to you as if you were a god and the devil himself, in equal measure. People say that when a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin; and when news of the birth of Daemon's firstborn- a girl, spread, people could only wait in anticipation to see which side of the coin faced up during her birth.

Warnings: Incest (duh)

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Part 20

Y/N never believed in ghosts, not even as a child. The idea of someone dying but then again, not really staying dead sounded so absurd. Like it was a mere lie adults told kids with the intent to incite fear.

Floating in mid air, walking through walls, it all sounded so silly and she often questioned other children who fell for stories of the castle ghosts.

And yet here she was almost twenty years later, contradicting her own beliefs as she gazed with sheer astonishment and disbelief at someone who was claimed dead only a few days ago.

She refused to blink, move or even breath as if by doing any of the three the person drawing closer to her by the second, would disappear into thin air and Y/N wasn’t sure what she was more afraid of: the possibility of a ghost advancing toward her or the permanent disappearance of said ghost.

“What is the matter, Y/N” the familiar voice addressed her as the person it belonged to offered her a playful smile, almost as if it was obvious what was going on in her head “you look like you’ve seen a ghost”

“Have I not?” She immediately responded, feeling her heart beat faster.

The princess made the bold decision of tearing her gaze away from him to look at Alicent, just to make sure that she wasn’t the only one who was seeing this. She was fearful that the traumatic events of the last few days was starting to make her hallucinate but judging by Alicent’s expression of disbelief, she let out a breath of relief. Y/N was half expecting to not the person again when she turned but to her contentment, that was not the case.

“Marry Daeron” the council’s earlier statement was repeated by the one who had managed to take everyone’s breath away with their mere presence “you lot seem to work quite fast, don’t you? It has barely been two days since king Aegon’s death and you’ve already begun scheming for who is to sit the throne after him”

Y/N wanted to walk closer and feel their touch, almost as if she still wasn’t convinced that this was all real.

“Princess Y/N is already betrothed is she not?” It was a rhetorical question really and silence was all that was received as an answer “or do all of you hold absolutely no regard for the princess and the promise she has made to the man she is to take as her lord husband?”

“We-“ Alicent began but was quickly cut off.

“I wasn’t done talking to them. Y/N is my betrothed and she will marry me and me alone. Anyone who tries to tear us apart, will be met with the sword” he beamed as he eyed each and every member of the council, his gaze lingering on Otto “I do not jest”

“Aemond” Y/N called out, like she was merely confirming that it really was him. She needed it to be and if it wasn’t, if this was nothing but a dream then she never wanted to awake from this slumber.

The prince turned to look at her upon hearing her call his name and with the shrill voice, it was obvious she was close to tears.

Aemond’s hair was a bit shorter than what it was and Y/N noticed the eye patch he wore was a bit different from what he usually wore. He had a cut lip and she was sure if he took off his vest she would find more scars or bruises from his recent battle.

“Come” he simply said with his hand outstretched to her and she obliged, walking toward him and sliding her trembling hand into his.

“The princess and I will be wed, of course” he spoke once again to the council as he held Y/N possessively around the waist and close to his own frame “but after she has been coronated. I will not have her win her own right to the crown by performing an obligation of marriage that you seek to impose on her”

“But it is you who will take the place of king” Otto reminded, as if he was trying to lure his grandson in with the tempting offer “you were next in line after Aegon”

“Until his sons come of age, yes” Aemond’s voice was calm and composed, as was he. He wanted to be king, that was once his ambition until Y/N. After he’d fallen for her, his only ambition in life was to protect, love and serve her. He would burn down this very castle if she asked for it for there was nothing in this world, not even the prospect of being king that could tempt Aemond from abandoning his beloved “and then what, hm? Forfeit the crown to Aegon’s first born when he’s of age? Live the rest of my life as a dowager king? Condemn my wife to the same life as well? Why would I do that to her when she is the rightful queen to the seven kingdoms?”

“But-“

“Enough” he snapped, losing patience. The sudden shift in his tone seemed to frighten the others for they ceased talking about the argument they had put forth “I will not have you question her claim. You seem to have no trouble picking an heir regardless of his ability to rule. The princess is more than capable to rule and I will hear no argument for even if she is unfit, which she is most certainly not, that throne is hers and hers alone”

The others were quiet when Aemond finished speaking and it was either because they feared him or the princess’ dragon looming behind the throne. The fear they held for each of them was great amount and they could not for certain pick which of the two outdid the other in terms of ferocity and ruthlessness. But then again, it was no surprise; they were both dragons, were they not?

“Leave us” Alicent announced and she didn’t need to repeat herself twice. She couldn’t think straight now that her son had ‘returned from the dead’. She would chose him over the prospect of being power-hungry and would more-than-willingly let Y/N sit the throne if it meant no more bloodshed of her offspring.

Once the others had left the throne room, leaving only Aemond, Y/N, Alicent and a sleepy Achlys, the dowager queen rushed toward her son and engulfed her son into a tight embrace, tears streaming down her face.

“Don’t you ever leave me like that” she sobbed and Aemond comforted her by humming and gently patting his mother’s back to assure her he wasn’t going to leave her “where were you all these days? I was absolutely devastated and-and I-“

“I’m alright mother truly, though I apologise for not letting you know sooner I was still alive and well” he pulled away and wiped away her tears, letting his mother see his face and the assuring smile he offered “I took refuge in Oldtown after the battle and stayed there until my wounds healed, at least to a point where I could return to King’s Landing with Vhagar”

“And what of your brother?” Alicent asked through the tears even though she already knew the answer “Aegon. Is he really-”

“He did not survive” Aemond regretfully answered his mother before turning toward Y/N who stood at a distance from the both of them “nor did Jace and your Father”

“I know” was all the girl managed to say before tears pricked her own eyes and she too began to sob bitterly. She wasn’t sure why she was crying. Was it because of Jace and Aegon’s death? Her father’s death? Aemond’s arrival? He was still alive?

Maybe all of it.

She brought her hands up to her face, to shield herself from their eyes. It was rather uncharacteristic for her to burst into tears whilst in the presence of others. Especially when she herself did not know what exactly vexed her.

Aemond broke into a weak smile before he walked toward her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest as he placed a chaste kiss on top of her head.

“Shh, my sweet girl” he cooed in an attempt to calm her crying and he hoped it might work since he was terrible when it came to consoling people.

He ran his fingers through her soft curls, fingers brushing against the skin at the back of her neck

“You do not wish to be king?” She asked, still holding him.

Alicent too had the very same thought cross her mind. It was no secret to her of her son’s desire to be king ever since he was a boy. That was yet another difference between him and Aegon; while the latter did not wish to bare the burden and responsibility of being king, the formed slogged day and night to prove himself worthy of ascending the throne should he be presented with the chance to do so.

And he was, right now and yet he publicly renounced his claim and instead vouched for Y/N and showed his support for her claim.

“I thought you wanted the crown” Alicent asked her son tenderly. She wasn’t trying to persuade him to take on the role but merely asked him that since she was curious as to what had changed his life long dream, a deeply buried secret that only his mother knew of.

“I did, mother” he answered in his signature monotone voice, laced with a soothing calmness that some found alluring as opposed to Y/N, who found it rather soothing “but I want to be hers more than to be king”

Aemond still liked the idea of him wearing the crown and sitting the throne, he felt like he was rather capable of handling the duties that he would have to shoulder but he was aware that by doing so, he would lose his Y/N. He had never thought he would put his love for someone before his duty to the realm but here he was, holding on to the person he would kill for, the person for who he’d withdrawn his claim, the person for who he would kneel and swear obeisance.

"In this case loving her is your duty"

And he did follow that advice, all through the war and until he would breathe his last.

Duty is the end of love, some say but in this case,

He had made loving her, his duty.

Y/N’s heart was beating in sync with the drums as she made her entrance, hands held together as she marched through the sept. Her long gold and black cape flowed behind her elegantly as she walked gracefully with her head high under the guards who held their swords above her head. She was clad in the colours of her house: red gold and black.

At the alter, stood her betrothed, her half-sisters Baela and Rhaena along with Luke, Alicent and Helaena.

She remembered how she was the one standing there the day Aegon was coronated and it pained her that he nor Jace were present along with the rest of them to witness this.

What upset her the most was that her kepa, the man who had raised her to grow into the fiery and headstrong woman that she was and she wished with every fibre of her being that by some miracle he too would return to her but the reality of the situation was that he was gone and no matter how flawed he was, he made sure his daughter would survive in the harsh and cruel world he’d left her in.

She kept stealing glances at Baela and Rhaena, almost like they were her source of strength. And in a way, they were. The girls were only bit of family she had left. Of course, there was Luke, Joffrey and her other half-brothers but none of them were as close as the twins.

Her only other close companion, who she trusted completely, was Aemond.

He was the only one among the Green Council who had supported her claim and hence the only one who had earned her trust. She was well aware that Alicent and Helaena loved her as well but she knew they could easily be swayed by Otto Hightower. To keep herself protected against any ‘misfortune’, she would have to pick her own queen’s council carefully.

When the crown was placed upon her head, she could swear the rays of the sun that shot through the windows of the sept grew brighter, almost as if her father was looking down on her from the heavens with Rhaenyra, Jace and perhaps, even her mother.

She caught herself smirking when a thought crossed her mind; a thought so silly it managed to amuse even herself when she was nervous.

Did kepa even make it to the heaves? If anything, I’m sure he’s a ghost lurking around the Keep.

She felt a sort of heaviness upon her chest and she found it almost symbolic- like it was the weight of being queen that had befallen her.

At long last, the iron throne- the seat that caused war and led people to their deaths, was finally hers.

“Queen Y/N Targaryen, first of her name” Luke announced, much to Aemond’s dismay who had also taken a step forward to speak but his nephew beat him to it “queen of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the first men. Lady of the seven kingdoms and protector of the realm”

“Long live the Queen!” Aemond said aloud, throwing a look toward Lucerys that Y/N missed since she was far too busy calming her breathing before the crowd gathered in the sept.

She let out a shaky sigh when she was met with silence. Her nervousness reached a new level as she feared the possibility of not being accepted. After all, centuries of tradition had been broken by her being named queen.

The silence was almost deafening and she wanted the ground to swallow her whole for the embarrassment she was facing was far too much and a rather foreign feeling. She was not used to being treated this way and Daemon had to be credited for spoiling her too much as a child.

“Hail Queen Y/N!” A meek voice shouted from the crowd and a few others joined in chorus until the entirety of the masses were chanting her name, raising their fists in the air whilst some clapped.

The princess smiled with relief, beyond happy that her reign was welcomed by her people.

As the townsfolk cheered in pure admiration, Aemond walked toward her, standing at her side. He made sure to bow his head slightly with respect before he could speak to the girl.

“My queen” he smirked, liking how it sounded. He leaned in to whisper even though he wouldn’t be heard if he spoke normally, the chanting almost drowned his voice completely “drink as much as you want in celebration tonight for tomorrow, you and I both have a certain wedding to plan”

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Two Types Of Love

Ryomen Sukuna X Fem!Reader Yuji Itadori X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2020

Requested: Anon

Request: I just need aggressive affection from Sukuna and soft love from Yuuji that's probably all I need in life. A perfect balance of one won't let me go and the other knows when to let me go. And honestly I'm imagining Sukuna just slapping his hand over the mouth and being silenced with the weirdest ass kiss ever. Or being held in all four of his arms…I have issues. Can you do something with any of that? Or just Gojo or even Toji won't stop trying to flirt with the reader and Yuuji and Sukuna aren't allowing that?

Warning: kinda polyamory???

A/N: This ended up being way longer than I thought it was going to be but I hope that you enjoy it, I did have fun writing it and kind of gave in to myself.

Yuji had known you for a long while before everything happened with Sukuna’s finger. You had both lost contact after you told him that you were moving schools. As it turned out you were joining Jujutsu Tech. You missed Yuji a lot and sometimes went past your old school to make sure that he was okay, not that he ever saw you.

You became friends with Megumi and were often sent out on missions with him and it was no different that morning when Gojo caught the two of you “Ahh there you are, there's a mission I want you both to take on.” He said as his arm looped around both your shoulders, you shrugged his arm off of you. “You mean a mission that you don’t want to do?” You asked. “It’ll be a good experience, I just need you to pick up a cursed object.” Gojo answered, handing you the location. “If I die because of your laziness I swear I’m going to kill your ass.” You informed him as you snatched the paper from him. “Itadori?” “You know ‘em?” Megumi asked. “Do you?” Gojo asked as he leaned forward, you narrowed your eyes at him, you were pretty sure that he knew the answer to that already. “I knew someone who went by that name.” You answered. “Is that the friend you're always checking on?” Gojo asked. “Yeah.” You nodded. “They have a curse object?” “A strong one too, just get it back and everything’ll be fine.” Gojo shrugged.

You didn’t find the artifact where you were supposed to and before long you were standing in front of Yuji in the hospital “Yuji?” You asked softly. “(Y/N)!?” He asked as he turned to look at you. “What are you doing here?” You asked. “Um the old man, he died.” Yuji answered. “I’m so sorry.” You moved forward wrapping your arms around him. “We don’t have time for this.” Megumi stepped forward and you glanced back at him and glared. “His Grandfather has just died.” You argued. “And more people are going to die if we don’t find the cursed object.” Megumi argued. “Yuji, your family shrine there was something there, we need it, do you know where it went?” You asked. “Oh I gave that to some friends at school.” He answered, you looked at Megumi and groaned. “We need to get there now.” Megumi ordered. “Yeah I’ve got it.” You mumbled, turned to Yuji and promised to come see him some time.

This was the first time that Sukuna saw you, after Yuji ate the finger, you never actually saw him eat it but you felt the change in energy and headed up to the roof “Yuji?” You asked as you looked at the shirtless figure standing on the side of the roof, when he looked at you, you knew that you weren’t looking at the same person. “You talkin’ to me Princess?” He asked as he stepped towards you. “He ate the curse object!” Megumi yelled, you felt a tear fall down your cheeks as you used your curse ability to create a weapon. “Well, aren't you brave?” The body that used to be Yuji’s asked, you pulled the Katana into a defensive stance as you looked at the curse in front of you. “I could kill you.” “Is that supposed to scare me?” You asked, Yuji eyes looked you up and down before before the curse occupying his body smirked, you weren’t scared of dying at least not for the person who owned his body before him, his attention now completely on you as he stepped forward lifting his hand but before he got too close he jerked to a stop. “Hey, leave her alone!” That voice you recognised. “What the hell is going on!?” The other deeper voice asked. “Don’t touch her!” Yuji ordered and before you knew it your childhood friend was standing in front of you again. “Yuji?” You asked and he looked at you. “Yeah?” He asked tilting his head like a puppy, you dove forward hugging him (which you’d later be thinking about because he was in fact shirtless.) “Well your close aren’t you Princess, you two datin’ or somethin’?” That voice asked again. You jumped back at the sound of the voice before seeing the mouth on his cheek. “Does that hurt?” You asked him, not noticing your sensei appearing to talk to Megumi. “No.” Yuji answered as he slapped his hand over his cheek, the mouth just appeared on the back of his hand, you reached out and poked it. “Do that again and I’ll bite you.” He warned. The flash of a camera caught your attention as you looked over at Gojo. “I got an ear full because the special grade object wasn’t back yet, so where is it?” “I ate that thing.” Yuji said, putting his hand up. “You did?” He asked. “I did.” Yuji nodded at the same time that both you and Megumi made confirmations of your own. Gojo walked up to him and looked Yuji over far too closely in your opinion before laughing. “Wow it really did combine with you, that's hilarious.” He turned away from him handing the bag he was holding to Megumi before gesturing for you to come and stand with him before he started stretching. “Do you feel anything different about your body?” Gojo asked. “No, everything seems okay.” Yuji answered. “Can you swap with Sukuna at will?” Gojo asked. “Who’s Sukuna?” Yuji asked. “The curse who’s finger you ate.” Gojo answered. “Oh yeah I think I can do that.” Yuji put his hand on his hip. “Okay give us 10 seconds, then change right back.” Gojo requested. “But-” “No, don't worry I’m too strong for him.” Gojo smirked and you rolled your eyes. “Were you souvenir shopping while we were almost dying?” You asked “is that why you wanted us to do this mission?” “I don’t have to answer that.” Gojo muttered as Sukuna appeared behind him. The fight from there was rather one sided, Gojo obviously winning the whole time.

It was a couple of weeks later when Yuji had supposedly died that you realised your feelings for him. Many tried to get you out of your room but no one was able to convince you to come out of your room. “(Y/N)!” You could hear Gojo on the other side of the door but you didn’t even have the energy to tell him to go away. “I have someone who wants to see you.” “Go away.” You finally managed to say. “I thought you might say that.” You jumped up at the sound of Yuji’s voice, your eyes widened when you saw him standing there, he opened his arms for you but you moved cautiously touching cheek before diving in and pressing a kiss to his lips “you are not allowed to do that ever again!” “I’ll try not to.” He scratched the back of his head. “Did you at least get rid of your freeloader?” You asked. “Still here sweetheart.” Sukuna said the mouth appeared on his cheek. “Do I get a welcome back kiss?” “You're the reason he even needed one, you do get anything.” You glared assuming that he could see you in some capacity. “You're cute, when I finally get this body you're coming with me.” Sukuna smirked and you glared at him. “God I hate you.” You grumbled. “We’re kind of a package deal.” He said and you rolled your eyes. “Whatever.” You mumbled.

It was a couple of years later, you had both officially entered a relationship and even if Sukuna had never officially requested a place in it, he was kinda there for the ride. One night Yuji had managed to find sleep easy but for some reason you were having trouble, you found yourself sitting on the window seal of the room that you were sharing. “Whatcha doin’ over there kid?” Sukuna asked and when you looked over you saw that he had full control of Yuji’s body as he walked over until he was standing in front of you. You changing with him doesn’t wake him up does it?” You asked. “No, he's still fast asleep.” Sukuna assured you “you didn’t answer my question.” “I was just thinking.” You answered. “Does it hurt?” He asked, you narrowed your eyes at him before turning away “sorry… What are you thinking about?” “We’ve been looking for your fingers and we’re finding them but…” Your eyes moved to his, his gaze seemed to pin you to your seat. “So many people have died for us to get this far and you’ll both be gone by the end of this to… I guess I’m just trying to figure out what I’m going to do next.” “You think I’ll let some second rate sorcerers take me away from you?” He asked, he took your chin in between his thumb and forefinger “at my full power there is nothing that can stop me from getting back to you.” “What about Yuji?” You asked. “The brat will still be here too, if that’s what you really want.” He rolled his eyes, you weren’t sure what caused this change in Sukuna but you were sure if you asked he wouldn’t tell you. So instead of asking you leaned forward and nudged his nose with yours, he rolled his eyes before properly connecting your lips in your first real kiss. Sukuna let out a groan before a tired look took over his face. “No fair why are you guys awake without me.” Yuji complained and you giggled softly. “Don’t worry we were just coming back to bed.” You said as you stood and dragged him back to bed.

You’d never find out how much you really meant to them until one day they were supposed to meet you after a mission but it seemed that Gojo had found you first. Yuji respected his teaching and you but he couldn’t stop the feeling of jealousy rising in him as Gojo’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. “We should stop him.” Sukuna growled. “We should trust her to deal with it herself.” Yuji wasn’t sure he believed it but he had to give you the chance to get rid of the overly touchy teacher yourself. “I swear to god brat if you don’t go over there, I’ll make you.” Sukuna was speaking through gritted teeth but before either one of them could do anything you threw a punch at Gojo who easily dodged it before laughing saying something and then skipping away like a child, he had unfortunately always been that way with you and it wasn’t going to change any time soon.

You didn’t even know they were there but you felt Yuji’s arms wrap around you the second that he touched you the air changed and you could feel the change in the air, the power that Sukuna had gained since collecting more of his fingers has certainly been noticed by you, as you felt the second pair of arms wrap around you, you knew that if you looked down you wouldn’t be able to see them but you could definitely feel them. “You don't have to worry about him.” Your hand reached up behind his head to play with his hair. “He gets too close,” Sukuna mumbled, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “The brat wouldn’t let me come over here.” “You should listen to Yuji more often.” You informed him and he grumbled as you felt the presence of the second pair of arms dissipate, “Told ya.” Yuji muttered, “but for the record, I don’t like it either.” “You two don't realise how similar you are.” You mumbled to yourself before unwrapping his hands and pulling him along with you. “I’m hungry, let's get something to eat.” “Anything you want.” You almost think that they both said it at the same time but you’d only get an argument about who said it first so instead, you pulled them along until you found somewhere you were all happy to eat.

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suzannahnatters · 11 months

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MOON LOVERS: SCARLET HEART RYEO has deaded me and I've never been so happy about it

EUN!!!!

I'm not okay.

of course So was always going to make this choice, and I suppose it's hard to just opt out of a system when you and everyone you care about it trapped inside it, but there tragedy is definitely HERE

oh heck no, did he just lie to her? after promising he wouldn't?? and when the real thing he used as an excuse was a genuine point of conflict that could have served the writers just as well???

everything was going so WELL

Jung has no damns left to give either :3

big fan of the way nobody's wearing pastel robes anymore, they're all in black and guyliner

cept Baek Ah, please stay alive my child

dying over the internal thematic resonance here. So wants to be king so he won't be someone's killer anymore. but if you take the throne you have to be willing to throw everyone else away. And that's what he's already done to our girl, as happened to Lady Oh before her

taking the throne is the leading cause of insanity in this kingdom, looks like

ok they actually resigned me to the Break Her Heart To Save Her bit by downplaying it a whole lot and justifying it pretty well. it's still not my favourite & it IS cruddy of him to lie but also the king IS very actively using her to control him.

most of the time this trope happens I'm like "in what universe does this even make sense" but in this case, well it's a stupid decision but one I can actually imagine making

So explains why he wants the throne: at first he just wanted to protect the people he loved but now he wants to FIGHT THE SYSTEM, YEAH

*cough* or make things better for the normies

she's 100% Ophelia but he's better than Hamlet so I support him tbh

it's on, even Baek Ah is in armour now

not so evil queen gets the thesis statement: you must throw away love in order to gain the world

aaaaaaaaaaaAAaaaaAAAAAaaahhh

did...did our girl poison king Guyliner (no but it was convenient yes?)

what was in the letter

our girl getting to be the first to acclaim the new king yessss

well HECK the throne-induced insanity is setting in quick this time

I repent, I repent, he should have listened to our girl T_T

astrologer is Concerned and so am I

I'm so happy for Rebel Princess getting to stab someone at last

augh Wook very correctly points out to our girl that she's stuck by So as he makes the same decision Wook did

and then she retorts that at least he was honest about it with her

well played and game over

oh no I knew it wasn't good that she was clutching her heart

the sheer stress of the lifestyle is getting to her...the way it did to Lady Oh

and our girl's protege Chae Ryung is in love with a prince, it's all starting another tragic cycle huargh

fascinating how the back half is contextualising the show's treatment of the original king.

I hate that it went easy on him, but it quickly started to be apparent that the king is similarly caught in the system as everyone else. one person wanting to change isn't enough.

this show is so much more complex than I gave it credit for!

well I have a three page list of Reasons Why Marrying Princess Smirks-a-Lot is NOT Good Realpolitik

oh the pain is ON now our boy is making a whole parade of bad decisions and the show...isn't letting him off for them?

like, it's showing him yielding to the pressure of the system but also our girl takes a good long hard look at him and...

is this show going to Do The Thing

couples who pledge love over this swimming pool never end well, goodbye Baek Ah

no this is almost worse, Baek Ah gets to live in the most heartbroken manner possible

meanwhile So is gradually losing the bits of his humanity one by one T_T

SHRIEK

Jung just came to get our girl in the dumbest way possible, this is why you do not ask the general to rescue you from the deadly court

WOOK, DID YOU JUST DO SOMETHING LEGITIMATELY UNSELFISH

oh the sad king lurking in Jung's garden all eaten up with jealousy is the BEST THING and totally what he deserves

oh I LOVE this - our girl makes sure Chae Ryung's last letter gets to Won ahhhhh

the actor for Wook has just done an amazing job of visibly aging from 20 to 50 before our eyes, and he's done it all with facial expressions and body language

our girl has made it back YESS

and left history a little better in her wake

that rates as a happy ending in my book

THEY DID THE THING

I NEVER THOUGHT THEY WOULD BUT THEY DID

IT'S OPHELIA IN ANCIENT GORYEO

look idk what I expected from a story about a modern girl going back in time to charm 8 cute princes but it sure wasn't a brutal Shakespearean tragedy about power corrupting even the truest love

10/10 perfect ending, no notes. Bittersweet, agonising, fitting, PERFECT.

review to come

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perspectivestarters · 1 year

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; Save Rock and Roll by Fall Out Boy (Part II)

THE MIGHTY FALL

"Oh god!"

"Why the hell is there a light that's keeping us forever?"

"Did you get dressed up?"

"I can't stop it when there's chemicals keeping us together."

"How the mighty fall."

"They fall in love."

"Oh, how the mighty fall in love."

"Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme."

"I'm dizzy on dreams."

"If you ask me two's a whole lot lonelier than one."

"Baby, we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it."

"You think your only crime is that you got caught."

"It's getting clear, you're never coming clean."

I know you said not to call unless I'm dying.

"Even though my eyes closed, I still see you."

"I just hope that when you see me, I'm not see-through."

"Sometimes I swear, I need a day just for me."

"Like, I let her climb on top."

"I'm either fuckin' or workin', so the grind don't stop."

"They say I got screws missing, well hell, only when I'm missing you."

MISS MISSING YOU

"Don't panic."

"No, not yet."

"I know I'm the one you want to forget."

"Cue all the love to leave my heart."

"It's time for me to fall apart."

"Your hot whiskey eyes have fanned the flame."

"Maybe I'll burn a little brighter tonight."

"Let the fire breathe me back to life."

"Baby, you were my picket fence."

"I miss missing you now and then."

"Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger."

"The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger."

"We're fading fast."

"I see through you when we're sitting in the dark."

"So give me your filth, make it rough."

"Let me trash your love."

"I will sing to you every day."

"I've heard you got it so bad."

"I am the best you'll never have."

DEATH VALLEY

"I want to see your animal side."

"Let it all out."

"I wanna see the dirt under your skin."

"I need your broken promises."

"I want the guts and glory, baby."

"This town is wasted and alone."

"Don't take love off the table yet."

"Tonight, it's just fire alarms and losing you."

"We love a lot, so we only lose a little."

"But we are alive."

"Oh, there you go, undress to impress."

"You can wear the crown but you're no princess."

"We're going to die, it's just a matter of time."

"Hard times come, good times go."

"I'm either gone in an instant or here 'til the bitter end."

"What I've got will make you feel more alive."

"I'll be your favorite drug."

YOUNG VOLCANOES

"We're the beginning of the end."

"Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds."

"It's all over now."

"Before it has begun, we've already won."

"We are wild."

"We are like young volcanoes."

"C'mon, make it easy, say I never mattered."

"We will teach you how to make boys next door out of assholes."

RAT A TAT

"It's (Name), bitch."

"No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rate."

"They just DIY'd that shit and they built their own bombs."

"She's his suicide blonde."

"She's number than gold."

"Are you ready for another bad poem?"

"One more off key anthem."

"Remember me as I was, not as I am."

"I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she'd let it go to my head."

"If my love is a weapon, there's no second guessing when I say."

"If my heart is a grenade, you pull the pin and say."

"You need to lower your standards."

"It's never getting any better than this."

"You settled your score."

"This is where you come to beg."

"This is what we do, baby, we nightmare you."

"I'll take your heart served up two ways."

"I'm the lonelier version of you."

"I just don't know where it went wrong."

"She's sick and she's wrong."

"I've seen bigger."

"I've lit better."

"Not a dry eye left in the house."

"Talk less, mean more."

"Go boy, run for your life."

"Let's be electric, like we were before."

SAVE ROCK AND ROLL

"I need more dreams and less life."

"I need that dark in a little more light."

"I cried tears you'll never see."

"So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean, and leave me be."

"You are what you love, not who loves you."

"In a world full of the word 'yes', I'm here to scream no."

"Wherever I go, trouble seems to follow."

"I only plugged in to save rock and roll."

"Blood brothers in desperation."

"An oath of silence for the voice of a generation."

"How'd it get to be only me?"

"I'm the last damn kid still kicking that still believes."

"I will defend the faith."

"Oh no, we won't go."

"We don't know when to quit."

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #*mystarters #*srar

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freddy-fazbears-wonderland · 2 years

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good to hear! what new content do you have for your foxica au? im happy to listen! ~sodapop anon

This actually ties into my Circus Baby Magical Girl AU specifically. I really didn't have to come up with a backstory for the magical kingdom but Foxy and Chica live in my head rent free so...

Also keep in mind that this is a gijinka AU so they are humanoid for the most part.

I may have originally written a backstory for Chica and Foxy but I'm changing it up a bit.

So, Chica is one of a handful of potential heirs to the throne. Since her parents failed to name any heirs before their deaths, a war over the throne begins and Chica ends up being caught in the crossfire despite her initial disinterest in becoming a queen. She was one of the youngest and still a teen, that's why.

Chica eventually joins the fight but only after her elder siblings betray her trust and try to kill her multiple times. She originally joined to protect herself and her younger siblings.

But as the war leads to her learning more about her parents' reign, she realizes that her entire dynasty up to that point was overrun with corruption and that the kingdom runs the risk of collapsing if it ends up the the wrong hands. And that in turn may lead to the magic dying.

So you'd think that with this enlightenment, Chica would get tons of support and gain enough to challenge her siblings, right?

Nope! Anyone she could rely on is already fighting for one of her siblings and the little support she does have obviously won't be enough to even put up a decent challenge.

With no one else to rely on, Chica decides to enlist the help of one of the prisoners in her parents' castle. And that prisoner just so happens to be Foxy, an infamous pirate and warlock who has gain quite the reputation despite being around the same age as the princess and being at sea for almost a few years.

Foxy initially refuses to help and it takes a lot of convincing on Chica's end due to his disdain for the royal family. Not even promising to take him off of death row and set him free was enough.

This leads an argument between the two and Chica opens up about her own disdain for her family (specifically her ancestors, parents and older siblings) in the heat of the moment. This leads to the two having a little heart to heart about their families and Foxy finally agrees to help under the condition that Chica protects his mother (she was always good to her son, even when he became a pirate) and grants him a single wish.

With Foxy's experience and charisma, Chica ends up gaining enough power to face her siblings, win favor amongst her people and come out victorious in the fight for the throne.

Despite still feeling the fatigue of war, Chica gets straight to work as the new queen and starts a reformation, bringing the kingdom back to the glory days before her family took over.

The magic is as strong as it as ever been and the kingdom begins to recover from centuries worth of corruption and years worth of war.

Also turns out the war was somehow the perfect time for enemies to become lovers because Chica and Foxy slowly started caring for each other... A lot. And feelings were caught.

Of course, marrying Chica wasn't Foxy's original wish but a good few years can change a person. And before anyone comes to me about this being dubious, Chica has the power to reject wishes if she wanted to due to having royal blood. She very well could've turned Foxy down.

And since this is somewhat of Foxica AU, she does accept his proposal, even though it's supposed to be the other way around since she's a queen but Chica don't give a damn about useless traditions.

They eventually marry and have Vivi soon after, pretty much setting the course for Elizabeth to become a magical girl when the time comes.

I could go more into this. Hell, I can write one shots based on this. But I should hold my tongue for now unless someone wants to hear more.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #foxy the pirate #chica the chicken #foxy x chica #foxica #ask me anything #asks open #ask answered #anon ask #sodapop anon #fnaf au #gijinka au #retro magical girl au #magical girl #long post

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"#And if we consider the canon (?) that St. Dunstans aka the Dying God from s2 is the one who originally created the Shaman and Rock" YO WAIT WHAT

OH. SHIT. AHAHA. OKAY. LMAO let me try and explain. this skdldjdkd AS A FOREWARNING THO!! this is all just. What I've pieced together from Daytrippers idk if it's TRUE ive never gotten conformation yknow!!!!!!! Okay! Anyway!

BASICALLY! Throughout Daytrippers, St. Dunstans seems to be talking about a past and constant conflict with a demon or devil of some sort? He refers to it a couple different times:

You keep away your Cloven Hooves! Your forked lying tongue!

I see you still, you creep around these parts.

And I knew, there was nothing to you. A tale and a mask and a fright’ning story.

Decades of conflict,

I had kinda had my suspicions that this was the original Shaman, which were more or less confirmed in WHY, which is the episode right after Bru's "please, one more time" monolouge, when St. Dunstans says this specifically:

I remember what I saw. Your broken, beaten form, ‘Please’ you said, ‘Please, one kind mercy for an old enemy’

In reference to the Demon/Devil, which sounds a lot like the "Please, one more time," line that Kane says in K&F v the Town Council, and is repeated and emphasized in WHY.

Going through the transcripts, every time St. Dunstans refers to the Demon, it kinda parallels something Kane has said or done.

So the scared, the lonely, the lost, were within your grasp. It is too much, far too much.

This line is similar to when Kane says:

It’s all in me Brutus! it’s fractured and mirrored, and fractured and mirrored, but I kept it!

(^ its worth noting that when he says that line, Kane seems to b in pain/straining, and it seems like its too much magic for him, which is. A whole other thing BUT. Not the time) (also this isnt the only example but im trying to keep this as short as possible)

anyway! It seemed to me that this was implying that the Devil/Demon was the original Shaman, like I said before, which is only reinforced by the fact that his name is fucking. LUCIFER.

It's also reinforced with the fact that THIS:

Is literally on Kanes official tarot card!!! Its literally a Demon and a monk/saint arguing or fighting or something!

The final, seemingly obvious confirmation that Kane and this Demon or Devil were both incarnations of the Shaman was with this:

In the last monologue from St. Dunstans he says:

And on that Day, I decided, to be the Thorn forever in your palm

which is directly said/referenced again at the end of that episode when the Thornbush Princess dies:

KANE: She’s gone. There is a thorn in the palm in my hand.

the Princess and everything else weird about Twomy is a manifestation of this dying God/saint, and leaving that thorn in Kane's hand was directly fulfilling St. Dunstans promise??

anyway!!!!! I dont think that St. Dunstans created the Shaman, but i DO think that he created the Rock.

In HOW, he seems to be talking to the Shaman, and almost sympathizing with it, and understanding that the Shaman/Demon won't be able to take on all of the magic/keep the universe balanced by himself.

In reference to this, and seemingly speaking TO the Shaman/Demon, St. Dunstans says:

But I didn’t wish for you to be alone, in your struggles.

It's already been established that Kane and Feels need each other/depend on each other/are "the grounding point and the man without ground"

To ME, in MY OPINION, the "I didnt wish for you to be alone" line seems to imply that St. Dunstans either created and/or appointed someone else to be the Demon/Shaman's opposite, to help the Shaman, to be the Rock, yknow??? And thats where the original Shaman and Rock come from?

It also could be that St. Dunstan created the Rock to ground the Shamans powers, maybe in an attempt to weaken the Shaman?????? Idk

It's also interesting and worth noting that in the first season, Kane (the Shaman/Demon/Devil) accidentally kills Alice (the SUCCESSOR of St. Dunstans), however temporarily, in Wonderland.

To ME this kinda feels like the Shaman, not Kane, making an attempt to kill its tormentor/enemy, St. Dunstans, who at that point I think was using Alice as kind of a host?

Like Kane even seems confused and appalled when Alice appears to be dead, and I wonder if that was because of the Shaman acting on its own volition, and just using Kane as a vessel to get what it wanted for all these years y'know?

This is so incoherent and rambly I'm sorry please lemme know if you need me to clarify anything further. and ALSO AGAIN I COULD BE TOTALLY WRONG IDK JACK SHIT THIS IS JUST WHAT IVE KINDA PUT TOGETHER!!!!!

I'd really recommend reading the Daytrippers transcripts cause I'm sure there's stuff thats relevant to this that I also missed!!!

TL;DR: St. Dunstan, seemingly having been in an age old battle with an entity I THINK is the original Shaman, created the Rock to help the Shaman, in a moment of pity and sympathy.

#GOOD GOD SORRY THIS GOT LONG #IT ALSO TOOK ME LIKE. WAY TOO LONG TO FIND THAT PICTURE OF KANES TAROT CARD #I have so many thoughts in my brain about this podcast #Don't even get me started on the whole fractured/cracked symbology jfc #I hope this. Answers ur questions #Lucifer Kane #lucifer kane #kane and feels #k&f #kane and feels: daytrippers #kane and feels: paranormal investigators #Kane and feels theories #Long read #OH GOD. GSDKHFFK

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(Regular Ask | Any Mod) Post-Game Hajime, Nagito, Gundham, Sonia, and Akane dating the Ultimate Enologist who always plays tricks on them with swapping their drinks (innocently). Like; Hajime being asked to taste their new concoction, and it's literally just orange juice/favorite drink with no sweetener/additives, LOL.

Hello there Anon. This reminds me a lot of those "potions" that we all made when we were kids but they were really just soap and some other stuff mixed with water. I also took some creative liberties with this one cuz I had to mix it up a bit. Here's your request. In other news tumblr crashed on me in the middle of this and deleted a whole ass section. I am ready to fight god with only primal rage as my weapon. -Mod Shuichi

(Post–Game) Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Gundham Tanaka, Sonia Nevermind, Akane Owari with a playful Ultimate Enologist!S/O.

Hajime Hinata🍊

🍊 Is immediately suspicious of you. You served him a glass of your new "concoction" but it just tasted like orange juice. Does he look like an idiot to you? 🍊 Begins "interrogating" you about the drink like you're in a trial. You must be the ultimate actor because your acting skills were top notch during the questioning. 🍊 He's out of truth bullets, shit. You got lucky this time, he has his eye on you. 🍊 He is also a massive hypocrite. 🍊 He loves watching others' reactions to your "concoctions". You usually pull this trick when they have already tried some of your original work, so they definitely don't expect to taste lemon juice in what is supposed to be a glass of your newest work. 🍊 Tries to hold in his laughter because then it would look suspicious, like you two were up to something. Maybe in the future though. 🍊 Back on track, he just knows you're paying tricks on him and wants to confront you about it, but… 🍊 Man's a simp. You're just so happy whenever someone falls for your tricks and you genuinely have a passion for creating and pranking and who is he to stop your fun. 🍊 When you do pull the trick on him, y'all have a back and forth debate on whether or not the drink is actually a new creation or apple juice. 🍊 You insist it's a new concoction and he goes "NO THAT'S WRONG!" Oh shit, he's onto you. Rethink your strategy stat! 🍊 You gave him something actually original and said it was "orange juice". 🍊 He drinks it, blinks a few times, and then glares at you. You apparently have a deathwish because you lean closer to his face and feign innocence, batting your eyelashes at him while asking what's wrong. 🍊 You expected another interrogation or maybe a "listen here you little shit", not a kiss on the lips. A surprise to be sure. 🍊 That was the start of a routine. Everytime you played your tricks on him, he'd pull you in and kiss you. You didn't know why he did that, but it was a fun way to get kisses. 🍊 If you ask him, he'd say he wanted you to taste teste your new drink <3

Nagito Komaeda☘️

☘ Very conflicted on how to feel. On one hand, he is sure what he is drinking is not the liquor you said it was; but on the other, who is he to doubt an ultimate? ☘ Plays along and congratulates you on your drink, saying it was very tasty. Bonus points if you do this trick in front of others and they're saying it's plain juice and not whatever fancy name you had said. ☘ Lowkey loves when others argue about your drinks. He always takes your side and it's hilarious. ☘ "I'm telling you that's not wine, it's cranberry juice!" ☘ "It's wine, if the Ultimate Enologist says so then it's wine. Did you spend years studying wines and their craft?" ☘ "I'M NOT AN IDIOT THAT'S CRANBERRY JUICE!" ☘ After a few more tricks he figures it out. You're playing a prank on him huh. ☘ He lets you know by saying thanks for the juice instead of whatever it is you said it was. ☘ You almost dropped the glass you were holding. He thought it was due to his luck, but he let it pass. Your face was just too funny to let the opportunity pass. ☘ Even though he knows, he still plays pretend from time to time. One because it makes you happy and two because you have to keep the illusion going for the others. ☘ You bargained with him over that last point. You promised him cuddles (after lot's of convincing that he did deserve them) in exchange for him acting along when you pulled your trick on others. ☘ Now he gets your cuddles, free drinks, and gets to witness your funny moments when you pull the prank on others. Man he really is lucky. ☘ If you name a drink after him or if one of your drinks is inspired by him he'll cry. Will refuse to drink it himself. ☘ You also share a drink that you say it's a new wine but it's really just dyed water. Others are confused by your couple ritual but y'all are happy so who cares. ☘ Nothing makes him happier than hugging you while you work on your drinks though, it fills him with hope <3

Gundham Tanaka🐹

🐹 Is convinced you're working with dark magic. You made wine taste like orange juice, what type of sorcery do you practice? 🐹 Asks you to see the process to check for magic. Oh no, you're fucked. 🐹 Or so it seems. When he's not looking you swap the drinks and keep the illusion going. He has yet to find out. 🐹 You sometimes pretend to add blood (red food coloring) to the decorations of the glass you serve your drink in and pour a special wine into them to make it look like blood. 🐹 People are convinced you two are vampires because of this. 🐹 You make non alcoholic drinks for the Devas in exchange for protection and a special place in his dark realm. You can also pet the devas free of repercussions. 🐹 Is insulted when someone even dares to suspect your drinks aren't really anything new. How dare they question the work of his soul's chosen companion sorry Hajime. 🐹 Very confused as to why others argue with you over your drinks. He is certain the contents of that glass are not apple juice, it's your new concoction inspired by the Devas. 🐹 The day he finds out your secret is the day the apocalypse began (not really but it felt like it). 🐹 You were preparing your drinks for the trick and waiting for him. He decided to surprise you by showing up a bit earlier and that resulted in him catching you mid switch. 🐹 Kept staring at you and the drink back and forth repeatedly, until the information was processed. 🐹 He's been tricked, sabotaged, and quite possibly bamboozled. 🐹 Began to doubt your status as a mortal and started having a crisis. In front of two perfectly fine drinks but ok. You came clean after that and he feigned betrayal. Even got the devan in on it too. 🐹 Both of you acted like it was a scene from a telenovela while trying to hold in y'alls laughter. You eventually got to the part where you begged for forgiveness. 🐹 Will forgive you on one condition, you pull that trick on Souda <3

Sonia Nevermind👑

👑 Before you even got to pull your tricks on her you were already her own personal enologist. Only the best for a princess. 👑 Does notice that your concoctions taste strangely like every day juices you can buy from the store, but she decides to give you the benefit of the doubt. 👑 Loves it when you do it to others though. She might not know what is happening but watching you argue with Fuyuhiko over what you just served him is hilarious. 👑 Gets whiplash whenever you pull your trick right after a formal event. You serve a magnificent cocktail never seen or tasted before and the next second you serve her what tastes like pineapple juice. 👑 You come to her for inspiration on what drinks to do next, it mostly involves references to the occult disguised as fancy people drinks. 👑 Does she find out about your secret? Yep 👑 She was looking for you to spend quality time together when she say you pour a glass of peppermint lemonade and label it as "new drink". 👑 Someone walked up to your stand and asked to try said drink and you served them the lemonade. They were extremely confused and from there a discussion started. 👑 She scurried away before you could catch her, equally as confused as the poor customer you just served. 👑 The next day, she asked to try some of your drinks and they all tasted like normal drinks. What happened to your awesome concoctions you served during parties? 👑 She's on a mission now, she's gonna get to the bottom of this mystery. 👑 One time, while you weren't looking, she snuck into your storage room to confirm her suspicion and found you working on your new wine (legit this time). 👑 You didn't seem to mind she had snuck into your storage room and invited her over to see the process. After that was done you offered her a glass as a taste test. 👑 She took a sip and it tasted like…mango juice? When she looked at you with a confused expression you laughed and offered her a glass of the actual drink. 👑 In that moment she realized she doesn't mind your tricks that much, if it makes you smile that brightly she'll always for for it <3

Akane Owari🤸

🤸 She would gulp down anything that you "concocted" for her because she loves you and you make killer drinks. 🤸 Would probably "get drunk" on whatever you decided to give her because of placebo effects and whatnot. 🤸 It is very fun to give her something like lemon water and saying it's a new type of tequila and you want her to do the honors of taste testing it. 🤸 Gladly does it and comments that it takes a bit like lemon. Then gives suggestions to other flavour you could add in your "tequila". 🤸 Others have tried to convince her it wasn't a new concoction because after the ntheenth time she had fallen for the trick it got a bit worrying. 🤸 She denies it every time. 🤸 One time you were serving her a glass of your new "drink" that was really just apple juice dyed to look like fine wine. 🤸 "Thanks for drink S/O, it looks delicious!" 🤸 You try to supress your giggles as she drank the whole thing and gave you back the glass. 🤸 She did comment that it "kinda tastes like apple juice" but that theory was dismissed due to the color of the drink. 🤸 Your plan fell right into place, good for you. Though the cheering had to be reserved for another time. 🤸 That time would be when you were cleaning the dishes because it gave you some alone time to cheer on your victory and you had a bunch of glasses to clean. 🤸 As you left with her empty glass in hand to get started on the dishes, Akane smiled to herself and lighty chuckled at the recent exchange 🤸 Plot twist, she knew that you were just messing with her. She played along with you because you always had the brightest smile whenever serving her a drink and she loved seeing you happy. 🤸 She just wants to see you happy, plus she gets free drinks <3

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wonlouvre · 3 years

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pairing: doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc genre: modern royalty, arranged marriage, fluff and angst word count: 3.7k WARNINGS: hospital setting, mentions of surgery/operation, blood, violence

a/n: so, this is it guys. the final part of ifliys :( i would like to extend my sincere thank yous to each and everyone who have read, liked, commented and shared this series. this is the very first fanfic i was able to finish/complete because of the support, love and motivation you all gave as i wrote this. don’t worry! there is an epilogue and i will announce what i have in store for them in the near future. in the meantime, this is part ten. thank you very much!

ten: moonlight | masterlist

The Queen is talkative. That’s one of the many quirks she has that you noticed when you were growing up. It’s not the uncomfortable or annoying kind of talkative. You really don’t know how to exactly put it, but she’s talkative in an elegant and easy-going way. One time, she decided to take a walk on a particularly busy street with only one member of the security detail assigned to tail her a few meters behind. She told you the whole story, excitedly. She was casually strolling and asking typical questions like what time is it to some vendors, passersby and the like. She even held a conversation about olive oil that lasted a good twenty minutes until the stranger she was talking to recognized who she was. You can tell that she had a blast as she laughed all through the evening.

Spending time with her gradually dwindled because of your job paired with your official duties as the Crowned Princess. But when opportunity arises, you make sure to make it worth the wait. Conversations are easy with her because she’s trustworthy and most importantly, she’s your mother. She usually asks you random, yet unexpectedly relevant questions whenever the two of you share a cup of coffee or tea or when you go shopping and even now is no different, as you’re about to choose the right fabric for your wedding dress.

“Describe the person that brings the best out of you.”

Ah, here we go. Your mother is surely not distracting you but her intent stares as she props her arm against the armrest of the white couch she’s sitting on is definitely pulling you away from the matter at hand. The look on your eyes is telling her really? and she fires back with an expecting one telling you a silent, “well? Come on. Tell me.”

You snort and shake your head, bringing your attention back to the table. You’re not denying your mother an answer because you know who to describe. It’s not that hard to figure out and you know she’s smart enough to know.

Jeon Wonwoo.

“How do you want me to describe? Personality or physical features?” You ask back and humor her as you fiddle with one lace material.

“Both,” she challenges with a mischievous grin and you’re not one to back down.

“Well, the person is quite tall and sharp in terms of physical features,” you start, doing your best to describe him implicitly. “Has a way with words, but they are all genuine and honest.”

Unbeknownst to you, your mother’s fond smile confirms your assumption that she is smart and that she knows who you’re talking about. But she presses on, loving how you describe this mysterious person.

“What about those features then? How do they help you?”

You thought for a moment and when the right words came to mind, you didn’t hesitate to say, “They inspire me to do and be better not only for myself but for everyone else. Mostly it’s their genuineness and honesty that inspires me.”

You and your mother laugh together at your last sentence.

It’s true though. After witnessing Wonwoo in the light of his Kingdom, something tugged at your heartstrings. You don’t exactly remember when, maybe it was around high school, but you remember adamantly telling your friends that you would want to be with someone that will bring the best out in you. Someone that can fuel your desire to be of service for the greater good. It sounds awfully used too often and you’re sure you’re not the only one who thinks this way, but as you have already said, it’s the truth.

Despite the circumstances, you found that someone. You found Wonwoo.

A few seconds later, Jeongyeon comes in with a knock and announces, “Your Majesty, Prince Wonwoo has arrived.”

Your eyes spring up at the name, distracted once again. And when you see the “tall” and “sharp” Prince, you’re quick to your feet and run towards him. He stumbles a little when you jump at him in a tight hug, arms clinging around his neck. Nonetheless, he smiles and welcomes your enthusiastic embrace with a soft smooch on the side of your head.

“Wait,” you abruptly pull away. “You’re not supposed to be here, though.”

Wonwoo acts dumb, tilting his head to the side. “What do you mean? Her Majesty invited me to be here.”

“Calm down, Y/N,” you hear the culprit say behind your back as she stands up to greet her future son-in-law. “There’s no dress yet. It’s okay for him to be here.”

You subtly roll your eyes. You’re not one to be superficial but if there were a dress already, she’d take her words back. You return your arms back to Wonwoo’s waist and lean your chin against his chest, your lips pulling into a pout. He leans down to meet your lips with a quick peck but your mother was quicker to push you aside and to take her turn in giving him a hug.

Your jaw drops and your pout is exchanged with a scowl.

Wonwoo tries his best to hold his laughter but to no avail, fails as he formally greets the Queen. “Good afternoon, Your Majesty.”

“Always good to see you, my Prince,” the Queen replies and gently pats his cheek. “And now that you’re here, I can finally take my leave.”

“Leave? We haven’t even picked a fabric yet,” you remind her and stand in between them.

“Honey, you have been going back and forth since nine in the morning,” she retaliates and walks back to the couch to pick her bag up. “Let’s schedule for another day. Unless you want Wonwoo to leave and we continue.”

Your stance immediately takes a hundred eighty degree turn. “You know what, you’re right. Let’s clear Saturday next week and we’ll take it from there.”

“I thought so.”

With a knowing wink, the Queen takes off.

That memory was from about three weeks ago after your visit and vacation at Wonwoo’s Kingdom. Wedding planning was back and the two of you went your separate ways for the time being to prepare your respective attire and accessories. Wonwoo didn’t know you had that conversation with the Queen not until she told him here at the hospital where you lie unconscious and fighting for your life.

The Royal Hospital was once again swarmed with a plethora of men in black suits because the Crowned Princess of the Kingdom has been shot twice, one on her shoulder and another on her left leg. It was a failed attempt in assassinating the King but Kim Mingyu took the opportunity to target your vulnerability and let his men shoot you instead as if it was his plan b. Kim Mingyu, whom he never desires to meet, is finally in police custody. He didn’t try to elude his impending arrest. In fact, he knew he would get arrested. He just wanted to toy with people until he couldn’t anymore.

Wonwoo has no words to spare to describe him and seeing his face and hearing his name everywhere and everytime is just making his blood boil.

The Queen has never left the hospital from the moment she arrived while you were undergoing operation up to being placed in a private room. She was calm when Wonwoo stood up from the bench to respectfully address her. She just nodded her head when he couldn’t say a word without his lips trembling and enveloped him in a warm hug as he cried on her shoulder.

She told him that the two of you haven’t spoken since your father’s arrest and it has been unbearably painful and challenging. She acknowledges how terrible and neglecting she has been as a mother when she knows how absolutely difficult this is for you. It’s even more heartbreaking because you never once complained. Instead you respected her silence and distance. She regrets her absence and seeing you lying on a bed, looking so cold and fragile is making her world completely fall apart.

“Wonwoo, I’m so sorry that this happened,” the Queen solemnly says and holds his hand tightly. “The Kingdom promises that everyone involved will be held accountable.”

Wonwoo nods. “I understand, Your Majesty. Our Kingdom will do so as well.”

“I also want you to know that Y/N never wanted to end the engagement,” she adds. “She was just afraid that someone like her doesn’t deserve to receive your love.”

Wonwoo didn’t know that you looked up to him. If anyone should be admired, it should be you because you were ready to drop everything just to uphold justice. It’s been three days after the operation and you still haven’t opened your eyes. The operation was successful. No artery nor major organs were damaged, but you did lose a lot of blood. Just like the Queen, Wonwoo has been by your side, patiently waiting. Right now despite your stable condition, he still feels like dying.

The love of his life almost died before his eyes.

Wonwoo rests his head on the small space beside your arm, similar to the first time he took care of you a few months back. He gazes at your peaceful face, silently begging for you to wake up. He wants to kiss, hear and hug you again. He wants to be with you again.

“Wonwoo.”

He sits up straight at the sound of his name and finds the Queen sadly smiling at him.

“How about you go back to your apartment for today?” She suggests, taking the seat on your other side. “Take a long shower and have some shut eye? Hmmm?”

Wonwoo bites his bottom lip, hesitant to leave and not have his eyes on you. He badly wants to stay and be here when you finally wake up. But the Queen is right. You’re safe now so he has nothing to worry about anymore.

Slowly, he stands up from the chair he’s been sitting on for who knows how long. He clasps his one hand around yours while the other sweeps the hair that’s covering your forehead and lands a gentle kiss there. You’re starting to warm up and that’s a relief.

He talks to you every single day, hoping you’d hear his voice. For now, he’ll keep it to himself.

I love you.

Later in the evening, you find your mother quietly dozing off, her head swaying from left to right and vice versa as she remains upright on the couch placed near the wall. You blink your eyes and adapt to the sudden brightness greeting your senses. You try to move your head and take in your surroundings and after a few minutes of contemplating, you recognize where you’re at and remember everything.

Dad.

Your violent gasp immediately roused your mother from her sleep and seeing you struggling to sit made her jolt up and hurry beside you.

“Darling,” she calls and holds your thrashing arms down, worried that you’d worsen your wounds. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“Dad,” you voice out against the dryness of your throat. “Mom, where’s dad?”

“He’s okay too.” You can see the tears welling up on her eyes as she caresses your hair and gently pulls you in a hug. “He’s safe.”

Together, you shed the tears of anguish that you have been holding back for so long.

The King couldn’t be here because the court didn’t allow his appeal to accompany nor visit you even just for a day. He couldn’t even carry his daughter’s body to the ambulance because he was handcuffed and heavily guarded. He couldn’t even protect his daughter from the harmful consequences of his mistakes. Your mother told you that he desperately wants to be by your side and you do know that. You’re way past his inability to be here and that’s none of your concern anymore. As long as he is safe, you’re more than content.

The trial has been rescheduled for next week and your father has to be detained until then. You’ll try to visit him again once you’re discharged and together with that, you’d also find the strength to accompany him at his trial.

Your mother was firm on staying and insisting that she’s fine when you tried to urge her to go home, but you can clearly tell how tired she is from the lack of sleep so you didn’t let her win. It’s already late in the night when she finally gave in. Your mother kisses your cheek one last time after the doctor assessed your condition. Jeongyeon would stick around for the evening in her stead. Poor girl cried so much the moment she saw you widely awake.

Once it’s only the two of you left, Jeongyeon helped you sit on a wheelchair and wheeled you next to the window before she left to grab some extra bottled water. You can’t stand properly yet because of the wound on your leg so a wheelchair is necessary if you want to be mobile. You’re starting to feel the back pain after lying down for so long, you need to move. The doctor was a bit apprehensive about allowing you to leave your bed, but gave in when you promised to stay inside the room.

The moon, shining in all its glory, up in the dark sky looked so enticing, you had to take a closer look. The three days went by so fast and running through all that ensued leaves a sickening sensation down to your stomach. You shake your head, not wanting to relive the frightening memories.

Your attention goes back to the moon and one person comes to mind.

It makes you selfishly wonder if he ever visited once or asked and worried about you as you bring your hand up to your neck. When you don’t feel the lifebuoy pendant, your heart skips a beat. You then looked down to your hand, your engagement ring is also not on your finger. You frown, growing upset. They could have removed it, but it should be back to you by now. You looked around the room, hoping to find your precious gems within reach. Just in time before you could wheel yourself around to search for them, you hear the door open.

“Hey Jeongyeon, have you seen my necklace and ring?” You ask to the void as you tilt your head back to the moon.

When you don’t hear any answer other than the sound of heavy breathing, you remove your gaze from the window to see who came in if it’s not your assistant. To your surprise it’s no other than,

“Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo didn’t keep count of the exact times, but he knows how long and how much he begged just to hear your voice call his name once again. He didn’t even have the chance to change from his sweatpants and sleeveless shirt when he received the call from Soonyoung (whom Jeongyeon told to). Honestly? He didn’t bother at all because he just wanted to be right here at this moment.

To be with you.

He takes slow steps as he calms his breathing. Meanwhile, you remained seated and let him come to you. You’d run to him just like you did back then, but your leg wouldn’t appreciate that.

It felt like forever for Wonwoo to get to you. But when he finally drops on the floor and lightly rests his head on your lap, there’s no reason for him to complain anymore.

Your tears fall again for the nth time tonight. You caress his wet locks, probably from the mixture of his shower and sweat. He cries too because you can feel it seeping against the pants you’re wearing. He wraps his arms around your lap, careful from crashing his weight. You, on the other hand, bend your head down to kiss the crown of his head.

Both of your hearts are shouting, finally.

The beautiful moonlight shines on the two of you as you both silently settle down there for a moment, not giving a care in the world because this is just what you’ve been yearning for and you’re not allowing anyone nor anything to steal this away ever again.

Your long face doesn’t go unnoticed by Wonwoo and he knows why you’re pulling it against him. But no, he is not falling for it. Instead he ignores your silent plea and continues tucking you back on the bed. You glance up at him and try to win him again with your attempt at puppy dog eyes and when he doesn’t, you give up.

“You know that this bed is too small to fit two bodies, Y/N,” he states the obvious and drags a chair to sit on. “I know you’re smart enough to see that.”

You huff and pull the covers closer to your chin. If it wasn’t for the wound on your shoulder, you’d turn your back against him.

Wonwoo just rolls his eyes at your antics and holds your hand under the warm blanket.

After your short reunion, Wonwoo decided to get you back to your bed because it was nearing one o’clock in the morning. You haven’t brought up what happened and it’s alright because you still have another chance to do so. Hopefully.

“I’m sorry, Wonwoo,” you whisper under your breath but his ears can hear your words.

He nods and kisses the back of your hand. “I know, baby. It’s not your fault.”

Baby.

You never use pet names or terms of endearment and hearing him say it for the first time almost made you faint. It’s an exaggeration but you’re weak at the moment and anything that flusters your heart can potentially weaken your whole body.

Wonwoo then brings something out from his pockets and your eyes brighten at the sight of the necklace he gave you. He chuckles when he sees your excited expression and stands up. His fingers tenderly graze the skin of your neck when he puts it back to where it rightfully belongs.

“I thought I lost it,” you say, holding the pendant between your fingers.

He sits back down and what he mutters next makes you feel a twinge of guilt.

“I thought I lost you.”

You sigh and coax him to you, grasping the hand enclosed to yours. “Come here.”

This time you let him take the small space on your bed. You sit up as well so that you can reach his height. He helps you and once you’re comfortably situated, you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest.

Wonwoo smiles at your affection and lets his hand smooth against your hair. You have always been brave when it comes to touching him and he’ll never forget how you kissed him on the lips first. He’s so glad and relieved you’re finally awake. He doesn’t think he can go on for another day without you. And now that you’re holding each other like this, he wishes for this night to never end.

“I’ll probably not inherit the throne,” you say against his shirt. “I don’t think your family would want you to marry an abolished monarch.”

Wonwoo’s hand drops and he breathes out a disappointed sigh. He is not having this conversation with you right now. Why must you ruin the moment?

When you don’t feel his hand against you anymore, you look up and steal a kiss under his chin. However, that doesn’t suffice because he’s still upset and it’s evident on the frown adorning his handsome face.

“But I realized I love you, so if it means I have to beg all the way to their Majesties for your hand then—”

Wonwoo doesn’t let you continue and shuts you up with a searing kiss. He softly squeezes your cheeks with one of his hands, almost as if commanding you to pucker your lips. Your eyes widened in surprise but when he put his other hand at the side of your neck, you surrendered.

It’s no secret that you and Wonwoo kiss. Oftentimes they’re just quick brushes, but sometimes they get a little bit more intense, deeper. You won’t get into detail though, because that’s a story to tell for some other time.

For now, you eagerly meet Wonwoo’s passion as he lays you back down on the bed, of course with caution. He doesn’t fully drop his weight on top of you, one arm carrying his upper body while the other gingerly cupping one side of your face.

His chest is firm and his shoulder broad as you grip your hands on them and continue kissing him. You should be asleep by now because you are still recovering. But Wonwoo is a doctor himself, right? So if he took the initiative to kiss you until sunrise, then it must be alright.

Okay, maybe it’s wrong to mock his profession like that. But, you’re just grateful to kiss him like this again. Because the last time you shared one, tears were streaming down your face and you two were on the verge of breaking up.

“I should really put you to sleep now,” Wonwoo whispers against your lips, breathless.

You hold your laughter, still basking in his taste. When you open your eyes, Wonwoo is already hoisting himself back up. Your lips draw into a pout again and the cause of it just rolls his eyes.

“I promise there will be more, but for now rest, okay?” He pinches your cheek lightly and sits back on the chair.

“You can take the couch,” you tell him.

“Sleep, Y/N.”

You no longer defy and close your eyes.

You remember the first time he commanded you those words and looking back, they are all fond memories of your then developing relationship. There were many questions when you and Wonwoo got along so well and so fast. There were many doubts and insecurities. The two of you shared those in silence, which could have endangered your hearts. However, even though your relationship was shaken and tested, the two of you persevered.

For you, Wonwoo persevered and words and actions are not enough to thank him. You couldn’t have overcome this without his support and patience. So from now on, against all odds, you’ll do exactly the same.

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honesty and promise me, part 10 [co-written with @darkmagyk] [read on ao3]

“If you don’t talk to me, I’m not going to leave you my keys.”

Annabeth looks at Piper from behind the loom, glaring through the threads. “Then you won’t come back to ten bolts of fabric.”

In fairness, it was sort of an empty threat. Piper has all the good stuff: the surger, the embroidery machine, the industrial sewing machines, plus a million sources for fabric that aren’t Annabeth’s stress weaving. Annabeth only has her own shitty sewing machine at home that she’d gotten for Christmas when she was fourteen.

Also, Piper wouldn’t actually lock her out. She needs those fabrics.

“Why don’t you just not go?” Annabeth says. “If you stay, I promise to tell you all the gritty details.” She’s joking, but the second she says it, she’s hit with a strange wave of desperation.

She wants to tell Piper all the gritty details. How she had giggled and smoozed and looked so pretty on Luke’s arm, tattoos and undercut and everything else so carefully concealed. She never wanted to tell Thalia the gritty details. The dirty ones, sure, particularly when the dirty things didn’t involve Thalia’s beloved younger cousin. But she had spent two years, two hard painful years, hiding vast swaths of herself from Thalia.

She thought of the night of the gala, of Thalia telling her family she knew Luke from college. NYU. They’d been actors together.

Annabeth hadn’t been the only one hiding things.

It had stung, in all sorts of ways.

Piper stares, narrowing her eyes. “How dare you tempt me into giving up my creative retreat for gossip.”

Annabeth shrugs. “It’s one or the other.”

The glare at each other, stubborn as all hell.

Piper throws up her hands. “Fine. Just make my fabric and call Leo if you’re having another crisis.”

The truth is, she will tell Piper. Eventually. She knows she will. It will probably be in eight months, when she gets back, when hopefully the shame of her false life and the devastation of losing Percy has lessened, but she will tell her. But eight months is a long time. “I do have other friends, you know.”

“Then call Luke. Or Thalia.”

It takes absolutely everything Annabeth has not to wince at the names.

She would never have told Thalia. Not really. Even things like this, even if it hadn’t involved her. Thalia wasn’t… good at relationship stuff. Not like Piper. And she never knew all of Annabeth’s romantic history--not like Piper did, anyway.

And it wasn’t just romantic relationships.

Annabeth might have been able to share her pain, and share her pain with Thalia, but it had, in many ways, only been a surface level thing. Thalia saw her pain after Annabeth’s mom had rescinded her approval of her life, but she'd taken Annabeth’s silence as the end of the matter, and responded to it by acting out, and arguably drinking too much.

But they never talked about her mother. They never talked about Thalia’s, either, and if there was something Annabeth learned from Hazel’s gala beyond how unfairly handsome Percy was going to look in thirty years, it was that there was a lot going on there.

It is a little hurtful on reflection. Making her feel less close to Thalia, but also less guilty about what she never said. And less willing to accept her reactions.

Her emotions have been all over the place the last few weeks.

Piper notices, because of course Piper notices, but she is an angel, and has known her for a long time, so she doesn’t badger her too much. She also doesn’t mention that Annabeth’s measurements all seem to be off. Not even to say something about beauty at every size or her well publicized efforts for diverse bodies in fashion.

But it was still nice to spend time with her. It felt like the old days, staying up too late making the next thing in fashion, and then passing out together, surrounded by bobbins and bagels, Gossip Girl playing on TV.

It did make Piper’s impending departure that much harder, though.

Two weeks into November, she meets Piper and Leo for dinner, and then sees Piper off to JFK for her eight-month creativity retreat in Oklahoma. “You know, like how you decided you couldn’t have a doorman for creative reasons,” she’d said with a raised eyebrow when Annabeth had questioned the move. Piper likes to treat the last two years of Annabeth’s life like some sort of creative exercise. Her dad had done that too, once, when she bothered to answer his call.

Not that she’s not doing anything other than helping Piper pick stitches, and sewing hemlines Piper is too important to deal with herself. She wishes that earlier estimation had been true.

Since the gala she’s been living on Uber Eats at Piper’s, unless she gets bullied home, in which case it's the same but less varied selection with more meat, so the night out with Piper and Leo the night before Piper’s flight feels like a radical departure from the norm. Even though they just go to dinner.

Which does not stop her from feeling hungover the next morning.

“You had half a glass of wine last night,” Leo points out from the door of her bathroom.

“I remember,” she agrees when it lets up for a moment.

“If you get me sick,” he says, “I’m sending you the doctor's bill.”

“Fair,” she chokes out.

Leo doesn’t hug her goodbye, but he does tell her he hopes she gets better before heading back to Boston.

Annabeth, hugging porcelain, wishes she could go with him.

She was very seriously considering it a few days later. Magnus would take pity on her and Alex was always fun to hang out with. Plus, they’d probably think she was too pathetic to be called on her shit. She only did not make plans to go up to Boston because on Wednesday Luke texted her: Already a shit week, brunch this weekend? And she knew if she ran off to Boston, she wouldn’t leave Magnus and Alex’s guest room until they forced the issue.

But it would be nice to talk to someone in New York City who doesn’t hate her guts, she thought.

So, on Sunday morning, she throws up the wonton soup she’d ordered in for dinner the night before, gurgles some mouthwash, uses the expensive concealer to hide the dark circles, and over does the mascara in hopes that she mostly looks awake.

“You look terrible,” are the first words Luke says to her.

“You have no idea how to talk to women,” she says, slumping down across from him.

“I do,” Luke says, “I just know not to bother with you.” But he frowns at her, taking her in. She’s broken out a Chanel jacket, but she isn’t sure when she last washed these jeans. A real winning combo, her.

“But really,” Luke says, “you look miserable. Is it about what happened on Halloween?”

She shrugs. It isn’t not that. Percy’s words still circle through her head, his sad, defeated face as he bemoaned the, how did he put it? All the rich girls who fucked him to make a point. Made all the worse because she believes them. Probably not the same points as those princesses, but… probably not as different as she would like.

She wonders if Europe is full of very wealthy aristocratic women who are all secretly and shamefully still in love with Percy Jackson. And Frank Zhang.

It makes her feel hollow and nauseous all at once.

But she’s been feeling nauseous for weeks now, so at least it's not a new feeling. If it keeps up, she’s going to have to go to the doctor soon.

She hates going to the doctor. It feels like cheating when she just goes and pays and knows other people can’t. She had once lied to Thalia about getting money for a side gig, and then given her two hundred bucks for a trip to the clinic. Now that Annabeth has spent many hours in his cousin’s apartment, and has heard Nico talk about his yearly income on top of the money his dad gives him, she’s not sure how it came down to her.

“Not really,” Annabeth says, “I mean, I still feel just as terrible, but that’s mostly the problem. I feel sick.”

“It's been three weeks.” Luke looks genuinely concerned. “What’s going on?”

“I’m exhausted and nauseous all the time,” she says, groaning at the thought. She was okay right at this moment, but she knew it could come back at the drop of a hat.

Luke frowned at her. “That’s all?”

“Isn’t that enough?”

“I mean…” He looked at her, his eyes gazing lower, to her body. Luke had never really come on to her in any kind of real way. But she’s not sure he’s ever looked at her with less lust than he does right at that moment.

It is calculating. She’s gained some weight, she knows. But if Luke points it out, she’s going to kick him in the nuts with her steel toed boots. Or maybe make him explain himself and his relationship with Thalia.

“Annabeth,” Luke says, his voice lower, a frown on his face, “please don’t freak out.”

She can feel her heart pick up, just a bit. “That’s a terrible place to start.”

“Have you been feeling… emotionally volatile lately? Having a lot of mood swings?”

She frowns. She’d maybe been crying a little more than normal at sentimental hulu ads, but she always has a soft touch for that kind of thing, and she’s going through some stuff. “I don’t think you should ask a woman that.”

“You are really not going to like my next question, then.” He leans close and says, “Are your… breasts tender?”

“You’re right, I don’t like that question,” Annabeth says, crossing her arms over her chest. Even though they are. “I don’t know why you thought that, and how you knew.”

Luke looks at her with such pity, she feels like she’s suddenly eighteen years old again, and crying on his couch at the end of freshman year about the greatest heartbreak of her life. (It had moved to second place. Lucky it. The boy in that bar had only been theoretical, mostly.)

Luke reaches out, grasping one of her hands, and for a second, Annabeth is sure he is going to tell her that she’s dying.

“Have you considered you might be pregnant?”

She yanks her hand away. “I can’t be pregnant,” she says. “I haven’t had sex in weeks.”

“Have you had your period since then?” Luke asks.

“Not that it's any of your business,” she says, “but I haven’t had one in years.” They do talk about sex sometimes, but periods had long been off the Luke table.

Luke grimaces. “Well, you’ve been sexually active recently…”

“It’s been more than a month!”

“When did you start getting morning sickness?” Luke asks “You were throwing up at Halloween.”

“That wasn’t in the morning,” she snaps, “and I feel fine now.”

“You know morning sickness doesn’t just happen in the morning,” Luke says. “And with the rest of your symptoms, well--”

She shakes her head, glaring at Luke. His judgement would have been better than his patient mansplaining. “You think I don’t use birth control?”

Luke shrugs a little. “I mean… you’re… not great at things like daily medication. That’s what happened last time. And if a condom broke or you didn’t use one…”

Last time. Oh, last time. Last time had been the worst four hours of her life, in between realizing that she hadn’t been remembering her birth control pills every day, that her period was a few days late, and that she’d definitely been having unprotected sex with that boy in Luke’s cohort who was probably too old for her. Last time had been her having a panic attack on Luke’s Cambridge apartment couch while a very reluctant Leo was sent to buy a pregnancy test or twelve, and Piper reassuring her via speaker phone that it would be ok, while Luke rubbed her back and reminded her to breathe.

“I do remember what happened last time,” she says. “That’s why I got an IUD. Which, if you don’t know, from all your girlfriends' pregnancy scares, has the same failure rate as permanent sterilization, less than one percent. So…” So it would be okay. She couldn’t be pregnant. That’s why it had been okay for Percy and Annabeth to start fucking without a condom.

“When was the last time you got a new one?”

“August.” She says, thinking back. She was almost sure. “I remember because it was before the Eta thing--Leo called me to tell me about the ceremony while I was at the gyno.”

“So you were distracted and being a bad patient when they were trying to put it in?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

But she won’t give Luke, of all people, the satisfaction. “They are professionals. They should know what they’re doing, even if I was on the phone.”

Luke gives her his most disappointed dad face. It is worse than Annabeth’s own father. “You’re the one who always tells me I need to not make people’s jobs harder by being a bad client,” he quietly reminds her.

She fucking hates him.

But despite herself, she pulls out her phone, and begins googling misplaced IUDs and pregnancy.

They haven’t even ordered yet, but Luke is already standing up, probably based on the look on her face as she manages to fight through the dyslexia and figure out what it says. “Come on,” he says, helping her out of her chair, even though she’s not an invalid. She just might be pregnant.

She pushes that thought away as she follows Luke into a cab and then up to his apartment. He makes her some tea and hands her a banana while he goes to get her a pregnancy test, because Luke’s not quite shameless enough to have one at home. She waits for him in a living room straight out of American Psycho and reads up on IUD pregnancy complications online. Which she probably should not have done.

By the time Luke gets back, she is crying again. He’s gotten her 3 tests, which is very considerate of him, as she’s going to need them.

Walking into the bathroom, she’s shaking hard enough that she needs to brace herself on the wall. He lets her use the nice one off his bedroom, though it's not like she needs the jacuzzi tub.

When she’s done peeing, she sets a timer on her phone and sits on Luke’s bed. He tries to speak to her several times. She doesn’t respond.

It isn’t the longest ten minutes of her life, because the truth is, she knows.

She already knows.

When the alarm goes off, she shrugs off Luke’s arm and silently walks back into the bathroom.

Luke got a digital readout, because what else was he going to do. And so she looks at the little screen and just barely processes the word pregnant.

She doesn’t need to take the other tests. She doesn’t need confirmation or to be convinced.

She reaches down and pressed on her lower abdomen, lifting her shirt. She had noticed a slight change. But she’d also changed a lot of her daily routine lately, had eaten a lot more ice cream. Right now, she can’t see any kind of bump, not really, but she can see a shift. Something flat gone fuller.

Annabeth is pregnant.

Annabeth is pregnant with Percy’s baby.

Percy’s baby.

She bursts into tears all over again.

An eternity later, there is a knock on the door.

“Annabeth,” Luke calls, “can I come in?”

She manages to choke out a yes.

Luke finds her sitting on the edge of the tub. He looked at the test still sitting on the counter.

“Let me make a call,” he says, sitting next to her, resting a hand on her arm. “I know a doctor. He can get you a pill or maybe even see you if you need it. Probably today or tomorrow. We can get this all taken care of and then I’ll buy you ice cream and we can watch Legally Blonde, and you can complain about how it doesn’t accurately reflect the admissions process.”

Normally Annabeth would pre-complain, and point out that given Elle’s GPA, LSAT, and extracurricular activities, she would have been a shoe in for her program, and the movie was dismissive of her prior academic achievement. But she’s too busy parsing what Luke is saying.

He squeezes her hand in support. “It's going to be okay,” he says, sweetly.

“No.” She says. But not because it won’t be okay. “No, I’m not going to have an abortion.”

“It's okay,” Luke promises. “I would never judge you. And no one else would ever have to know. This isn’t something you have to do.”

“I know that,” Annabeth says. “I don’t have to do anything.” She detangles her hand from Luke’s and rests it on her stomach, where her uterus waits under her skin. “I want to do this.”

Luke looks at her hand. “Poseidon Olympianides’ son?” he asks. “That’s the father?”

She nods.

Blowing out a breath through his teeth, he sighs. “Well, you’ll be able to get some good child support out of him at least. That family is loaded.”

“Don’t say that,” she nearly screams, and Luke actually jerks back a little. “He doesn’t have any money. He’s his dad’s bastard kid,” she says, feeling a little bad about revealing his family history, but knowing that the word would spark something in Luke. “I don’t know if I’m even going to tell him.”

It feels like something cheap and shallow, trapping a man with a lie, then a baby.

She’s still crying and tentatively, Luke reaches out and wraps his arms around her, pulls her to him.

“Come on,” he says, pulling her up. “You still need ice cream and a movie.”

Annabeth cries. And she doesn’t fight him, but it feels so strange. Half way through her Caramel Sutra and the Legally Blonde proshot, she realizes what’s different.

For the first time since Percy walked out of her apartment without a good-bye kiss, Annabeth Chase is happy.

She’s pregnant with Percy Jackson’s baby.

She’s going to have Percy Jackson’s baby.

She’s not sure if she’s ever heard anything as wonderful in her entire life.

And if she’s going to be worthy of it, worthy of her baby, then she’s going to have to get her shit together.

#my fic #ballet au #pjo #pjo fic #percabeth #percabeth fic #darkmagyk #perseannabeth #goooooooooooooooooooood morning all!

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une-nuit-pour-se-souvenir · 3 years

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The Dragon has Three Heads

"Three heads of the dragon... yes... but the third will not necessarily BE a Targaryen..."

~ GRRM @ at some convention

The conclusion is simple. The heads of the dragon refer to people and while the two are Targaryens, the third might not be one.

We can ignore anything that says this group of things are of different things (for example, I've seen "two Targaryens plus a concept"), as that makes no narrative sense. The key is exactly that last sentence, the third one may not be a Targaryen, which implies the three heads are all people and that two are Targaryens and the third is not quite one. Therefore, these three dragon heads must refer to people associated with dragon, with two of them being Targaryens but the last one not necessarily being one.

The most popular theory is that the two Targaryens are Danerys Targaryen and Jon Snow, with the third being the youngster that claims to be Aegon VI Targaryen and appears first in ADWD. This identification ignores the narrative framework for both Aegon VI Targareyn and Jon Snow.

On one hand, Aegon is often associated with kingly imagery (for example, the chapter he's introduced starts with six chests, the kid himself is introduced as standing at a higher ground than the rest, and ends with a turtle who is said to witness the birth of kings), he's accompanied by a lot associated with his parents such as Jon Connington (his father's hand of the kind) and some dornish / royne people (his mother's land and culture). Another thing to note is that Varys introduces him as the real thing to a dying man.

Moreover, there is at least one "baby switch" story that shadows this one, a prince baby being switched with a nobody, sent away to protect against a Baratheon. In specific, Mance Rayder's son (the wildling "king") being switched with Gilly's son, then sent South for protection against another Baratheon, which is notably a plan concocted by Jon Snow (another of Rhaegar's kids, as if preparing him and the reader to "believe" such a scenario is possible).

On the other hand, Jon Snow's core character revolves around two facts, that he is a bastard and that he loves his Stark family. The reveal that he's not Eddard Stark's bastard but Lyanna Stark's child doesn't erase the latter, as he's a Stark through his mother. Still, the nature of Rhaegar and Lyanna's relationship may erase the former. If Jon is illegitimate, that doesn't erase the former, but if he's legitimate somehow (Targaryens are said to take multiple wives), that erases the former and replaces it another. It can go either way.

Moreover, there is at least one "legitimized bastard" story that shadows this one. In specific, Jon Snow is offered to be legitimised both by Stannis Baratheon (something that is a true temptation, as it would give him everything he secretely longed for all his life), but also by Robb's will as it names Jon Snow as his heir over sisters and that's only possible through legitimising him. It's my conviction that "the rule of three" applies, therefore that Jon will reject Robb's will like he rejected Stannis' offer, but will have a third legitimization opportunity and that this time around he'll acept.

To be more specific and in contrast with Aegon, who's introduced with kingly imagery, Jon is introduced with bastardy imagery. Bran introduces him into the narratve as his bastard brother, while Jon's first POV chapter starts with him musing that he's a bastard. While Jon has "kingly" imagery, it doesn't come associated with imagery from his father's side, and seems to be self-contained to the North (for example, the first inside joke is "kings hiding under the snow" or Mormont's crow calling him king while he's at the wall). Jon's hidden parentage comes along with prince imagery instead (for example, the anti-parallel with bastard prince Joffrey). With my conviction explained above, I do believe it will come to Aegon legitimising Jon as his heir until he has kids (a parallel to Robb's will). Most (if not all) foreshadowing falls into place. Aegon VI is king, Jon is the (bastard) prince. An example would be Sansa's "Glory to your betrothed," Ser Arys answered at once. (...) "He is the dragon's heir." which fits with Jon as Aegon's heir.

Combined, this interpreation suggests that the popular theory is actually backwards: Aegon VI is the real thing while Jon Snow is the Blackfyre (bastard Targaryen). This is in accordance to the way the text is presented.

House of Undying

"THe dragon has three heads" is referenced for the first time to Danerys Targaryen in a prophetic inducing Shade of the Evening tripping out at the House of Undying.

The man had her brother's hair, but he was taller, and his eyes were a dark indigo rather than lilac. "Aegon," he said to a woman nursing a newborn babe in a great wooden bed. "What better name for a king?"

"Will you make a song for him?" the woman asked.

"He has a song," the man replied. "He is the prince that was promised, and his is the song of ice and fire." He looked up when he said it and his eyes met Dany's, and it seemed as if he saw her standing there beyond the door. "There must be one more," he said, though whether he was speaking to her or the woman in the bed she could not say. "The dragon has three heads." He went to the window seat, picked up a harp, and ran his fingers lightly over its silvery strings. Sweet sadness filled the room as man and wife and babe faded like the morning mist, only the music lingering behind to speed her on her way.

I'll say that whatever the House of Undying shows, may not be reality. Rhaegar wanting to fulfill some prophecy with three kids is not referenced anywhere else, except this moment which is the equivalent of a very bad drug trip. It's worth mentioning though, Ratgar saw a comet in the sky and thought he should impregnate his wife, against medical advice because she who was recovering from giving birth his first child. It could be, but it could not be.

Regardless, what's important to note is what's being prophetized. Much like GRRM's convention remark, Rhaegar identifies the three heads as people. So far so good. However, he also gives us an order: omitted Rhaenys as she was born already, Aegon in mother's lap, Danerys when Rhaegar looks up to "see" her at the door, then finally Jon when he says "there must be one more". On one hand, Rhaenys was murdered and Danerys is in this as well, so the conclusion is that the former "replaced" the latter in the prophecy. On the other hand, if this had been a real memory, than Rhaegar would have two legitimate kids at the time (Rhaenys and Aegon) such saying "there must be one more" suggests a third child (Jon), which goes well with GRRM saying "the third may not be a Targaryen". So in order, we have Aegon, Danerys, Jon.

Danerys later reflects upon what this prophecy means and comes the conclusion that these heads are supposed to be people. This is because the Targaryen coat-of-arms is a dragon with three heads, each head representing three Targaryens.

"The dragon has three heads," she sighed. "Do you know what that means, Jorah?"

"Your Grace? The sigil of House Targaryen is a three-headed dragon, red on black."

"I know that. But there are no three-headed dragons."

"The three heads were Aegon and his sisters."

(...)

"Prince Aegon was Rhaegar's heir by Elia of Dorne," Ser Jorah said. "But if he was this prince that was promised, the promise was broken along with his skull when the Lannisters dashed his head against a wall."

"I remember," Dany said sadly. "They murdered Rhaegar's daughter as well, the little princess. Rhaenys, she was named, like Aegon's sister. There was no Visenya, but he said the dragon has three heads. What is the song of ice and fire?"

(...)

"Your Grace," he conceded, "the dragon has three heads, remember? You have wondered at that, ever since you heard it from the warlocks in the House of Dust. Well, here's your meaning: Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar, ridden by Aegon, Rhaenys, and Visenya. The three-headed dragon of House Targaryen—three dragons, and three riders."

(...)

When Brown Ben left, she lay back on her cushions. "If you were grown," she told Drogon, scratching him between the horns, "I'd fly you over the walls and melt that harpy down to slag." But it would be years before her dragons were large enough to ride. And when they are, who shall ride them? The dragon has three heads, but I have only one.

(...)

"No dragon has ever had three heads except on shields and banners," Armen the Acolyte said firmly. "That was a heraldic charge, no more. Furthermore, the Targaryens are all dead."

"Not all," said Alleras. "The Beggar King had a sister."

(...)

"The dragon must have three heads," he wailed, "but I am too old and frail to be one of them. I should be with her, showing her the way, but my body has betrayed me."

The prophecies in ASOIAF are always misunderstood. Danerys is no exception, as she's wrongly identifing people and their motives. One thing is for sure in all these mentions though, the "dragon heads" are meant to be people and one of them is Danerys.

Danerys thinks these three dragons are supposed to mimic the original trio, with herself as Aegon and two men she'll take as lovers as the two sister wives. This is where the misunderstanding is, because it's obvious from the framework that is backwards.

These at least she could rely on, or so she hoped . . . and Brown Ben Plumm as well, solid Ben with his grey-white hair and weathered face, so beloved of her dragons. And Daario beside him, glittering in gold. Daario and Ben Plumm, Grey Worm, Irri, Jhiqui, Missandei . . . as she looked at them Dany found herself wondering which of them would betray her next.

The dragon has three heads. There are two men in the world who I can trust, if I can find them. I will not be alone then. We will be three against the world, like Aegon and his sisters.

Danerys is a dumb bitch and the text shows us exactly how. The idea of Danerys being betrayed comes together with the other two heads. They're not lovers, they're betrayers. It occurs again in ADWD as she's in the Dothraki Sea, contemplentanting if the "king" betrayed her and a wolf answers in the distance.

The framework fits this foiled scenario. The original trio was a man married to both his sisters, but only he became king (later, only the man could rule according to Targaryen law). In contrast, Danerys is a woman (foil) and both her brothers are dead (foil), whom are replaced with nephews that have a bigger claim than her (foil) and whom will not be involved / married with her (foil).

It's also thematically relevant and poignant for the trios to be foiled. The Targaryen king dynasty started with an alliance between three dragons, it's fitting that it ends with a war between three dragons. It's what they've been threatening all along with the Dance of the Dragons after all.

#anti daenerys targaryen #queue

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15 and Barry!

15. paying attention when they are talking about their passions

Still taking prompts from this prompt list!

Barry is a man with a lot of patience. He has to be, especially now that he's on a seemingly impossible mission to save all of existence with studying the Light of Creation being one of the only ways to figure out a way to stop the Hunger once and for all. A job that is also nearly impossible for the simple fact that, more often than not, even when they do happen to find the Light early on in a cycle, it's usually with people who won't give them access to it until they've proven themselves worthy by the end of the year. A few weeks, at best, every two to three cycles is not enough time to get any meaningful information from it.

This is why Merle being taught the ability of Parlay was such an exciting breakthrough. Getting a direct line to the Hunger has got to be the biggest and best accomplishment they've ever had. His frusteration with not getting the Light in Tesseralia until the end of the cycle had evaporated completely with this news... until Merle came back the next cycle with no information whatsoever.

It was only the first meeting though. It established that communication was possible, that there was someone who Merle could communicate with which is big in and of itself, and Merle was eager enough to jump right back in after telling everyone what happened.

It sucked that Merle died again after less than fifteen minutes, but he did come back with news that he got something from John even if it was obvious and really broad with a dash of confusion on the part of everyone on the Starblaster. What does growing larger than the limitations placed on living things even mean? How do you overtake the creator of limitations?

Barry isn't too thrilled the Hunger is getting information on them too, but that is how conversations work. He has to be patient.

He reminds himself of this as he listens to the end of Merle's third report: in exchange of giving them in detail specs of the ship, they got... John's previous occupation and the fact that the Hunger contains multitudes, much of which he and his family have already seen as he added more planes to his mass.

"Hey- hey, Merle? Just as like a tactician I guess am I- am I the tactical officer?" Magnus asks.

"Yeah, you're proficient in that," Merle agrees.

"Yeah yeah yeah, maybe stop giving him so much tactical information about, you know, our ship and how we escape him every time? Just aaaaa suggestion?" Magnus says, crossing his arms. "We're learning a lot about him esoterically, but not like... weaknesses, strengths, fighting... uhhh"

"Okay, I'll just say, 'how do I kill you, John'. I'll just ask that next time, smartass." Merle says heatedly with his hands on his hips.

"That's what he's asking you!" Magnus exclaims exasperatedly.

"No he's not! He's-"

"His first question was how do you come back to life! That's how do I kill you for good, Merle!"

"I don't know!"

"Okay, guys? We can't fight over this, alright?" Davenport says as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Merle, Magnus has a point. Next time he asks you something like that, can you please be a little more vague in your answer? It's fine if you have to give him an answer to get him to continue talking to you, but we can't afford to have you tell him everything about us."

Merle slumps his shoulders. "Yes, Captain."

Lucretia closes the notebook she was writing in and tucks it underneath her arm. "Are you ready to go back, Merle? We could use any more information you can get out of him."

Merle shakes his head. "I'm uh, I'm actually going to take a break this cycle. Dying sucks, and I haven't tended to my plants in three years. They're probably all dead by now, but I can replace them with whatever plants this next planet has to offer, I guess."

"That's fair," Lup says. "Not gonna lie, it's been weird not seeing you at the dining table for three years in a row. I'm kind of glad you're sticking around this time."

Merle smiles, and opens his mouth to say something, but Taako cuts him off.

"Yeah, you know you don't have to go talk to him at the beginning of the cycle, right? Especially if you dying is going to uh... become a thing? Like, you can just wait until we're all about to leave anyway, my dude."

"I don't know, I kind of like getting it out of the way," Merle says with a shrug. "But I would rather spend time with you all, so we'll see."

Everyone disperses after that. Barry watches Merle walk down the stairs to head back to his quarters before he remembers that he needed to talk to him about something really important now that he's going to be back with them for the year. He runs to the top of the stairs and calls out, "Merle, wait! I need to tell you something!"

Merle pops his head back around the stairwell to look up at him. "Is it about John?"

Barry shakes his head. "It's about... well... it's about your plants." He starts feeling jittery as he walks down the steps. Is Merle going to be mad he went into his room everyday for the past three years?

"Okay? What about them, Bar?"

He stops in front of Merle and starts to fidget with his hands. It's been over thirty-three years since he's met him. He knows he's probably not going to mind, but he's still getting needlessly stressed about this.

Maybe he needs to increase his dose of anxiety meds.

"Um... so since I knew you weren't going to be back to take care of them for a while, I kind of... um... I started taking care of them for you? I'm sorry if it wasn't cool of me to go in your room. I promise I didn't touch or move anything except the plants, but I remembered the routines you were telling me about that you have on how you take care of them, and I thought I'd give it a shot? I managed not to kill any of them which I'm sure you'd be glad to hear, but the marigolds from cycle 25 came close. Also, last cycle I found a seller who had bags of plant food that was similar to the stuff you brought from home, and the few plants you still have from home loved it! I have some extra bags of it in my room for you, so it should last a while. Oh, and I know you said you've always wanted to get a philodendron pink princess, and I found one back in cycle 31, so I got that for you, and- hey, are you okay?" Barry looks at Merle with concern as his eyes start to tear up.

"Yeah, I'm good, I just... I didn't think anyone actually listened to me when I talked about my plants. Thank you."

Barry kneels down to let Merle in for a hug. "Of course I listened. I know it's important to you, and after looking after them for the past few years, I kind of get it. I'm still not the biggest fan of dirt, but it was really cool to watch them grow and know I was helping to make that happen."

Merle laughs and pulls away from the hug. "It's really cool, isn't it? It's really something special. I know not everyone can be a fan of dirt though, so thank you. Really. That really means a lot that you did this for me."

Barry smiles and stands up, feeling the anxiety leave him completely. "Of course. Now go get some rest. You've earned it."

Merle smiles and nods. "You too, Bluejeans. See ya at around dinner time?"

"You bet!"

#thank you for the ask!!!#taz #taz balance #taz fanfic #barry bluejeans #merle highchurch #ipre #a gift from Gab #written works of Gab

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ladrien fic recs!

there are SO MANY amazing ladrien fics i cant possibly cover them all but here are a few!

(all the ratings used are ao3 ratings)

((this is a very long post!))

FLUFF

Of Ivy and Sunlight by cyanise [ T, 1509 words, 1/1 ]

When Adrien takes to wandering the streets of Paris in ungodly hours, Ladybug has no choice but to keep an eye on him. Still, things are bound to get a little out of hand between two overloaded teenagers with a lot of love and not enough self-control.

a lovely post-chat blanc fic :’) it has a great flow and is just soft and so sweet and it’s just perfect. gosh i cannot really say more other than read it!!! also almost all of their other stuff is also ladrien so do check it out!

This can't be happening by PlaPla [ T, 6,467 words, 1/2 ]

Ladybug is unsure whether accompanying Adrien to a gala as his not-date is the best or worst thing that has ever happened to her. But when their table mates turn out to be none other than her long time friends Alya and Nino and with Adrien acting weirder and weirder she finds herself with bigger worries than an unrequited crush.

a djwifi/ladrien double date? hit me up! i love identity shenanigans, ball dancing, ladrien, and djwifi and this is a perfect mix for me. i know it’s incomplete but it doesn’t end in a cliff-hanger really, the part 2 is just a promise of more so it doesn’t feel incomplete! PlaPla also has a short oneshot of ladrien going for a motorcycle ride.

Falling again by emsylcatac [ M, 4,506 words, 2 Works ]

They had been dancing around each other for a while now, and while fifteen year old Adrien would have been ecstatic at the idea of dating Ladybug in secret, twenty-two year old Adrien knew better. But Ladybug wasn’t making it easy. It was like… she, too, was falling for him. And that surprisingly enough, she didn’t mind.

* * *

Or Adrien trying (and failing) to keep things professional between him and Ladybug when the two of them partner up for a mission. Older AU

things are a little steamy~ here (don’t worry, it’s only implied it’s very mild and closer to a T rating than the M) but it’s a great mature take on their dynamics! emsy has more ladrien one-shots in her collection of one-shots!

i'd love to go on a date with you by sae_what [ G, 6,480 words, 1/1 ]

Once it had been falsely announced throughout Paris that Adrien and Ladybug are in a relationship, Ladybug pays him a visit to turn him down gently.

Only, she doesn’t. And instead, she has a formal dinner date. With Adrien. At 8 pm. Tonight.

LADYBUG IN A SUIT!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaa. okay but for real it’s so sweet and also??? they are on a date!!! a rooftop date!! (too man exclamation marks oops)

Always Welcome by chatonne-rousse [ T, 1,683 words, 1/1 ]

Ladybug knows that Adrien's window is always open for her to swing by and stop in, whether for video games or a chat or, like tonight, for soft kisses and sweet nothings.

He loves these visits. His girlfriend is always welcome. Always. (Especially for kisses.)

Written for Ladrien June, day 8: bluebell eyes.

established relationship, pre-reveal ladrien. there is something very home-y about this fic and it’s all about the comfort and quiet that i adore about it!

Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir) by agrestenoir [ T, 1,923 words, 1/1]

Gabriel Agreste keeps finding Ladybug in his son's bedroom. As a super villain and father, this will not stand.

this crack fic is... honestly so hilarious. it’s all through gabrie-i-am-trying-to-parent-and-failing-a-lot-agreste’s POV so it is so much ridiculous!

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles [ T, 4,684 words, 1/1 ]

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Adrien is being a cat and gets tangled in the curtains on his window and it’s utterly ridiculous. all the bug and the cat tendencies make it funnier and adrien’s inner monologue is just a cherry on top!

secret valentine by a_miiraculer [ T, 12,245 words, 1/1 ]

this is the moment that we will come alive brace yourself for love sweet love, secret love

If Adrien had known that getting himself stuck in a tree would end like this, he would've gotten himself stuck sooner.

A drabble series.

i just,,,, don’t have words for how much i love it! it’s ridiculous, it’s cute, it’s funny, it’s whole-some and just ladrien. the writer also has a M rated multi-chapter ladrien kissing (no the M is very much real here) and a heroic adrien and ladybug one-shot too!

Those Benevolent Stars by peachcitt [ G, 23,696 words, 3/3 ]

“Will you come back?”

She looked up at the deep blue sky, as if she could somehow find the answer there. “I shouldn’t,” she said, shaking her head and looking back at him. But the stars were still there, caught in her eyes, and Adrien persisted.

“But will you?”

adrien meets his soulmate, a thief who calls herself ladybug. he falls for her, but she seems determined to maintain a space between them.

oh my god this au.... just no words!! it’s poetry and it’s tender and it’s about the yearning and just!!! perfect :’). Her current ongoing ladrien june fic is also akin to this (and the fic i linked before it) so do check it out too! (literally check out all of their works it’s so beautiful)

Flowers on the Window Sill by LNC [ G, 2,144 words, 1/1 ]

The first time Ladybug saw him, really saw him, the universe stopped.

this fic feels like poetry and it’s so lovely. LNC is always short and direct but it always hits right in the feels while also being hilarious. Her other ladrien works are just as good and i highly recommend going through them because it fulfills all of the ladrien needs (along with Reiaji)

whatever a sun will always sing is you by komorebirei [ T, 32,980 words, 37/37 ]

“I didn't think you'd actually... do anything," Adrien admitted, cheeks prickling with warmth. "I-I mean, I never expected... I didn't know you watched my interviews.” That definitely wasn’t how he'd imagined confessing to Ladybug.

“Of course I do!” Ladybug squeaked. “Uhh, that is…” She looked down at her hands, nervously turning her yo-yo over, over and over. “Maybe you’re not the only one with a crush.”

(After an unexpected confession, Ladybug and Adrien start dating in secret. A progressive character- and relationship-study quilted from drabbles, with the intention of digging treasure out of the cove that is Ladrien. Written using kashimalin-fanfiction's kiss writing prompts from Tumblr.)

it does such an excellent job at exploring this dynamic along with the characters. it’s such a sweet fic, each chapter short and fun!

ANGST

whose woods these are (I think I know.) by Reiaji [ T, 105,000 words, 25/25 ]

Four years after his future turns to cinders, Adrien is a servant in the house he was meant to inherit. Disowned by his father and abused by his stepmother, his days are filled with drudgery until he meets a masked huntress in the forest behind his father's chateau.

As his friendship with Ladybug turns to first love, he dreams of a future spent at her side.

Then, on the eve of the Princess's masquerade, he meets his guardian—and is granted a wish.

[Ladrien Cinderella AU]

Warnings: Child abuse, Graphic depiction of violence

this is absolutely gorgeous. it has so many troupes and so many amazing character arc and great build up and everything just flows so well. it left me in awe for weeks and i just. want to experience reading it for the first time again. look at this gorgeous art inspired by this! {and you have to read leonard bernstein too because LETTERS and LADRIEN and YEARNING}

i would do it again (oh, a thousand times) by bugabisous [ T, 2,266 words, 1/1 ]

Knowing you can bring someone back doesn’t mean you’re free of the pain of seeing them disappear before your eyes. He can’t imagine he’ll be able to look at her directly without replaying every horrifying moment when he felt her slip away in a puff of smoke.

When it happens once again, he already knows he’ll be trying again. He just can’t give up.

it expands on adrien’s feelings in the episode desperada (my beloved <3) and it is just ouch. such great angst, such great potential. the kind of tragedy that it offers is unusual for ml (it gets only rivaled by chat blanc tbh). to rival this angst bugabisous also has a fluffy one-shot :)

when the world gets too heavy (put it on my back) by Taliax [ T, 4,720 words, 1/1 ]

Chat Noir isn't allowed to cry over his father. But even when he's just Adrien, Ladybug won't abandon him.

Hawkmoth reveal hurt/comfort + Ladrien

the plagg and adrien bond written is just perfect, and oh this hits right in the feels :’) it hurts all in the right way. tali also has so many other ladrien works in all genres too

By Your Side by omniousunflower [ T, 4,361 words, 1/1 ]

(Angry and alone, Adrien waits on top of the Eiffel Tower for his lady.)

“So, how did my kitty get stranded up here?” Ladybug asks.

Groaning, Adrien pulls his knees toward his chest and presses his face against them. “Because he’s stupid and impulsive.”

“Chasing pigeons, then?”

“No.” Shame burns in Adrien’s veins, white-hot now that Ladybug is here to witness his stupidity. “I threw my Miraculous, and Plagg wouldn’t get it for me.”

post-hawkmoth defeat, and adrien is not doing well at all. i am cheating because it is post reveal, pre relationship but it’s still ladrien. this fic is a roller coater of emotions, starting from a slightly crack scenario to a cute, awkward, hopeful ending. More Than You Know is another of sunny’s angsty ladrien work!

Breaking The Rules (AKA The Ladrien Fistfight) by ThisKwamiNeeds_aNap [ T, 8,714 words, 1/1 ]

Marinette may or may not be dying, but she’s still going to do her best to fix every single problem in the world. She’s not expecting Adrien to be the one who tries to stop her. (Takes place immediately after Kwami Buster)

Warnings: panic attack, broken bones, PTSD. please read the tags!

*slaps this fic* this fic can fit in so much angst. it just?? left me in PAIN oof. it says ‘ladrien fistfight’ on the lid but nooo there is marinette is just having a freak out and it’s all so much??!! and it’s not just marinette there is adrien too and chloe and alya and- wow it’s amazing. love it so much it fills up my angst needs :’)

so that’s it for now! my personal commentary isn’t impressive nor does it do justice to the fic but i still hope you read a few of these!! happy reading!!

#ladren #fic rec #ml fic rec #miraculous ladybug #i know i dont do the fics justice but. oh well #lovesquare #ladrien #obviously check out the writers other workd too but this is ladrien so i am trying to give it a bit more emphasis #also i am so sorry i couldnt include more lesser known writers but unfortunatley they dont have ladrien uRGH anyway maybe sometime later!#i spend a lot of time on thi n got lazy so plz be considerate #also add recs if u want even self-promo is cool duh

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arvinsescape · 3 years

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The Princess and the Guard.

A/N: I am so sorry that this took me so long to update, I promise I will update more regularly from now on!! I hope you all enjoy!

This series is not historically accurate and is not intended to be so please bare that in mind when you are reading, I am no real expert on how royalty works (even if I am from England).

This series will contain misogynistic language and views, violence, death and nsfw content. I will always put the relevant warnings into each chapter!

Teaser, Chapter one, Chapter two, Chapter three, Chapter four.

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex, bad relationship with mum (abusive).

W/C: 2.7K

Chapter four:

You’d felt Tom leave the bed an hour prior, the exhaustion from the day before still weighed heavy as you felt him give you a swift kiss before leaving the room. You’d fallen back into a deep sleep when your brother came through the door.

“Mother has chosen someone.” He said in a panic. You jolted from your spot in bed, eyes blown wide at the wakeup call.

“What? No, that’s too fast. How has she chosen someone already?” You ranted.

“I don’t think you’re going to like it.” He smiled sadly at you and your stomach turned.

“Who?” You asked, deep down you knew the answer.

“The Duke, Oliver.” You knew he was going to say it, but the news still upset you, still made your stomach drop somewhere into the centre of the Earth. You felt a few tears spring to your eyes, this was already moving too fast. “I’m sorry.” Harrison sighed, the sad smile still prominent.

Annie was getting you ready for the ridiculous meeting you were to have with your mother and the duke.

“Do you ever wish you could have a different life?” You asked as she brushed through your hair, her eyes met yours in the mirror for a short time.

“Sometimes,” she sighed.

“I do,” you said confidently, as she put the brush down as she looked at you. “I hate this life. I wish I was free to marry who I wanted, not have the expectation of carrying on the family name.” You huffed.

“You don’t want children?” She asked shocked, she always thought you did, ever since you were little when you had the dreams of a small princess and a perfect life.

“I do. I don’t know, I just don’t want my children to grow up not knowing what love is.” You answered honestly. “I don’t want them to grow up looking at their parents, who don’t love each other, and think that’s love.” You’d always wondered whether or not your parents shared the bond of love, you were never sure. You wanted your children to grow up without that doubt.

You sat there in the meeting room, your groom to be sat across from you as you looked at each other, you barely knew the man. Yet you were supposed to marry him. He slid a box across the table at you, you picked it up, opening it.

“I brought you a ring.” He said, you studied it. It was possibly the most hideously loud ring you’d ever seen. You caught your mother’s eye, and she gave you a stern look.

“Thank you, it’s lovely.” You deserved an award for that lie.

“So, I was thinking of a short engagement. Maybe a wedding by the end of the summer.” Your mother spoke and you had to stop your jaw from dropping, your stomach turning for what felt like the thousandth time that day.

“That’s a month away.” You almost whispered.

“Yes, well, like I said a short engagement.” Your mother said almost mockingly, she was doing this on purpose.

“That sounds good to me.” Oliver said, smug look on his face. Of course he was going to have a smug look on his face, he was to become a Prince by the end of next month.

“Perfect.” Your mother spoke before you could open your mouth. You felt bored again, zoning out of the conversation. You tried to make it look like you were interested but you weren’t doing a great job, your mother had caught your eye a few times, shooting you a look.

“Now all we need to do is sign the papers.” Your mother said, pulling you from your thoughts. Your head snapping to hers.

“What? Why?” You asked in a rush.

“The contract. There’s no going back from this.” Your mother said, smug look on her face. She was very much doing this on purpose you realised.

“Mother, may I speak with you for a moment?” You asked, eyes shooting to Oliver, begging him to leave the room, he seemingly got the message as he stood, taking a bow before exiting the room. “You have no right to decide my future like this.” You snapped at your mother, she furrowed her brows, it was a look you were so familiar with. She was angry.

“Your future was decided long before you were born. You have no choice in the matter, we gave you the choice and instead you behaved like a child.” She said, her tone was firm, she was refraining from shouting you could tell. Your anger had matched hers by this point.

“Why? Because I do not love any of them? I can barely stand the men you have made me choose from.”

“You have a duty, we have been over this.”

“Why does duty have to mean marriage? Why can I not marry someone that I love? What difference will it make? I’ll never be queen.” You said as you went to stand, your mother’s hand shot out, firmly grasping your own, making you sit. Her grip was like a viper’s, it hurt, you felt tears spring to your eyes as she dug her nails into the skin on the back of your hand.

“You will do as you are told. You will stop questioning me. You are an ungrateful little brat, most women would kill to be who you are. Now, I have had enough, you will take that pen and you will sign your name.” She said, firm grip still on your hand, you felt the skin break as a tear slipped from your cheek.

She used her free hand to pass you the pen, you took it into your own free hand and signed the papers.

“May I be excused?” You asked firmly, voice not faltering as you imagined it would.

“Yes. Now clean yourself up and learn to behave. Do not cross me again.” She hissed out as she let go of your hand, you stood, hastily making your way out of the room. As soon as you got out, you let all the tears fall, your hand was in an incredible amount of pain as you examined the damage. It was bleeding slightly, small marks that resembled your mother’s fingernails had made a home on the back of your hand.

You made your way into your bedroom, tears streaming down your face as you collapsed on the bed. Annie instantly rushing to your side.

“Princess? What happened?” She asked as she encouraged you to sit on the edge of the bed with her. “Who did this?” She asked frantically as she examined your hand. She didn’t give you any chance to respond as she disappeared to fetch some alcohol and rags. “Here, let me fix that before it gets infected.” She said as you placed your hand in hers.

You watched as she cleared the blood, wincing slightly as the alcohol made its way into your cuts.

“I hate her. I hate all of this.” You whimpered out, a fresh wave of tears making their way down your face. Annie had wrapped your hand up by this point as she looked at you. “My mother was never the loving type.” You sniffled as you held your injured hand up to her.

“Should I call for your brother?” She asked. You felt lost, felt like you didn’t know what to do, you’d just signed your life away, in one meeting, you’d signed away any chance of happiness you could ever have.

“No,” you said weakly. “I should not bother him with this. I’m sorry.” You whimpered again as the tears returned, you couldn’t help them as they cascaded down your face like a waterfall. Your sobs became ugly as you let out all of your frustrations. You felt Annie wrap her arms around you, she seemingly didn’t know what else to do. This shocked her, she’d never seen you cry like this, even as a child.

You stayed like that for a while as she stroked your back, it was comforting, she’d always been such a good friend and you were happy that you would always have her. For as long as she wanted to work for you, you’d have her. You heard your bedroom door open and snapped your head up, your father stood there as he took in the sight before him.

“Thank you Annie.” Your father said as he dismissed her from the room. He sat next to you on the edge of the bed, taking your injured hand in his own, he sighed. “Your mother is upset with you.” He smiled sadly as you sniffled, tears dying down.

“I just don’t understand!” You let out frustratedly. “You are the King, can you not do something?”

“Like you,” he sighed, “I have a lot expected of me.”

“I don’t want to marry him.” You’d always found your father the more loving parent, when in private he never expected you to speak properly, he was always the more gentle of the two. You never doubted his love for you.

“I know my love, but we can’t have everything we want. Not when we’re born into this.” He said sadly, dropping your hand.

“Mother talks as if it’s some sort of blessing.” You said bitterly.

“Do you know who you remind me of?” He smiled and you furrowed your brows in response. “Me. I never wanted this either.” He admitted, you’d always been honest with each other, but this was the first time you’d ever had a conversation about the life you were born into. The answer shocked you, he’d been brought up knowing he was going to be King.

“What?” You asked, utterly confused.

“Harrison was luckier than you and I will ever be.” He said as he played with his wedding ring.

“You mean?” You asked as you trailed off.

“Yes. I married your mother because it was expected of me. I’d never even met her until the day I married her.” He admitted, sad smile on his face and you felt bad for him, he had been put in the same position you had, and you wondered if it was your father that had been the reason you didn’t marry at eighteen, your mother had wanted you to. You wondered if he’d held off as long as he could, he never forced it on Harrison, he was just lucky to have found someone he loved in time.

“Have you ever been in love?” You asked. Now you knew the answer to the question you’d wondered for years. Your parents didn’t love each other, as you’d suspected but you wondered if he’d ever found love.

“Yes. There was a woman many years ago, a maid. I loved her. Sadly, she passed though.” He said, sad smile on his face. You were shocked by the answer, he’d been seeing someone in private for years and never been caught.

“Did mother ever…” You trailed off, your mother surely would have said something had she known.

“Neither of us have been faithful.” He sadly admitted. “Do you understand what it is I’m trying to tell you?” He asked and you thought for a minute before you answered.

“As long as the public think I’m doing the right thing, it doesn’t matter what I do in private?” You asked and he nodded as he reached out and flicked your nose, just like he did when you were a child. It pulled a smile from you.

“There we go. You and your brother are the only happy thing to come from my marriage to your mother.”

“If you could, would you let me marry someone I loved?” You asked, you had to know.

“Of course I would. I’ve always hoped that you’d be smarter than I was. I’ve always hoped you’d be the one to find a way around it.” He said and you smiled sadly at him.

“The contract is signed, it’s too late.” You huffed out.

“It’s never too late.” He said and you looked at him, you truly loved your father, he was the only parent you’d ever had a close bond with and looking at him now, listening to what he’d just said, you realised just how much you loved your father, just how good of a man he truly was.

“What if I’ve found the man I love? The one I want to risk it all for?” You asked, you weren’t going to tell your father about Tom, but you had to ask.

“Why do you think I’m here?” He teased and your heart froze. He knew. You panicked for a moment, what did this mean for Tom? Was he going to be punished?

“What? How?” You stumbled out in your shock.

“I’m not as oblivious as your mother. I am no fool. I’ve seen how the looks between you have changed over the last couple of months. Be careful, your mother can never know.” He said sternly and you nodded as you hugged him.

You felt hopeful again, more determined as you watched him leave the room. He was saying that you had more control than you thought. As long as you did what was expected of you and was careful behind closed doors you could have what you wanted. You realised that you’d have to let your head lead for a while so you could fill the needs of your heart, you could still have Tom, it didn’t mean it had to end, just that you’d have to be more careful. You wanted to give Tom something that couldn’t be decided for you, something that was his.

“You have the night off.” You said to Annie, a bright smile on your face.

“I’m supposed to be working tonight.” She said shyly.

“I’m giving you the night off, go and do something fun, please.” You insisted and she smiled as she nodded. “Before you do go please can you do me one final job?”

“Anything Princess.”

“Please can you summon my brother?”

She did as you asked and within minutes your brother was at your bedroom door, you ushered him inside.

“What on earth could you want so late in the evening?” He asked.

“Where there many guards on your way here?” You asked.

“No. They’ve all been reassigned to help get Oliver’s room ready.” He furrowed his brows. “Why?”

“Can you please send Tom?” You asked and your brother laughed.

“You need to be more careful.” He teased.

“Harrison, please?” You sighed. “I just want to see him, I’ve had a trying day.” You said and Harrison smiled before kissing your cheek.

“Of course little sister.”

Within ten minutes you heard a knock at your door, you opened it, hastily pulling Tom by the arm into the room, he completely baffled at your action as you shut the door before locking it.

“Princess?” He said with raised brows, and you turned to look at him. Your nerves had set in, your palms becoming sweaty. He took note of the look in your eyes and took your hands in his, furrowing his eyes as he saw the bandage. “What happened?” He asked, eyes snapping to your own.

“It doesn’t matter.” You said as you pulled your hand from his. “Tom, I want to give you something, something that’s been yours for a long time.” You spoke more confidently than you felt. His brows furrowed in response.

“Princess, you don’t have to give me anything.” He said, he had no idea what you were talking about.

“I do. I want you to have it, I want it to be you.”

“Want what to be me? Princess you aren’t making much sense.” He said as he cupped your cheek, taking in the frantic look in your eye. “Calm down. It’s just me.” He reassured as he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead. You breathed in a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves as you spoke.

“Tom, I want it to be you that takes my virginity. It’s yours, I want you to have it.”

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Is #37 still available for Katsuki Bakugou on the prompt list, if yes may I request for that. Thanks.

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader Quote: It’s your word over mine. Who do you think they’re going to believe? Warnings: noncon, degradation, forced orgasm, office sex, victim blaming, blackmail, yandere

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You glance at the clock and mentally sigh to yourself at the time. You’re having to stay late at the office yet again because of the incompetence of your boss. You love working at Endeavor Hero Agency, you really do. It was very prestigious and well respected, and it would serve you well to continue to make connections in the hero world.

But your boss, even with using the most generous terms possible, could only be described as lazy and entitled. He hated doing his own paperwork and filing, and would in fact make up excuses for why he couldn’t. Excuses that usually led to everything being dumped on your lap.

You head back into the file room with your cup of coffee, mentally preparing yourself for a long and boring night stuck in the office, when you hear the door click back open. You feel a slight edge of anxiety, as nobody else should really be here at this hour.

“Well then, what do we have here?” You hear a deep chuckle and loud footsteps as someone walks to your section of the file room. “A cute little secretary staying late?”

You turn around, only to freeze when you see that the source of the voice is pro hero Katsuki Bakugou. You have heard stories about him, about his temper and potential for being mean to others. You’ve even met him a few times, but it was only quick, chance meetings in the office. Still long enough for you to believe the stories you heard about him.

He has a known temper, and you really want to get out of this room without making him mad. You try to subtly look around the room for an escape route, but he instantly notices.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to fucking leave already? After I just got here?” He smirks when he notices the fear in your face and sees you backing away from him. His smirk only grows wider when you reach the end of the room, back to a file cabinet. He strides forward, placing a hand on each side of your head as he leans in.

“I - I really need to get to work” you stammer, “I have a lot that I need to get taken care of before I go home.”

He pins you to the wall with his hips, grinding a noticeably hard bulge against your pelvis. “And I think I have something that needs taken care of, you little slut.”

You suck in a sharp breath of air, not able to comprehend where this is coming from. “I’m not a slut, I’m just here to work!”

“If you’re not a slut, then why are you wearing this?” He slides a hand up your thigh, past your skirt and up to your panties. He dips a finger underneath the elastic, pulling it towards him until he lets go and it snaps back against your skin. “Wearing this skirt makes it look like you’re asking someone to bend you over and fuck you raw, right against this cabinet. Would you like that, princess?”

“Please no, I wouldn’t like that, I just want to go home,” you whimper in fear. “Just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.”

“Wouldn’t matter if you did tell someone,” he snorts. “It’s your word over mine. Who do you think they’re going to believe? The fucking slutty secretary in the office begging to be pounded like a whore, or a top pro-hero?”

Your eyes widen in fear as a tear runs down your face. He’s right, and you know he’s right. No one would ever believe you over Bakugou, despite his sometimes less than savory reputation. “But why would you do that? You’re a hero.” You realize as soon as the words leave your mouth how naive they are.

He knows it too as he rolls his eyes at you. “Don’t play the innocent act, princess. I’ve seen you checking me out during the day, staring at my body like you want to rip my clothes off and ride me.” He flips your skirt up around your waist, sliding your panties down before picking them up. He takes them to his nose, sniffing deeply of the smell of your arousal. He lets out an arrogant laugh, showing you the clearly visible wet spot before taking the panties up to his nose and sniffing the smell of your arousal. “You fucking want this, you little slut. Bet you’ve been dying for me to be balls deep inside that tight little cunt of yours.”

He grabs your hips as he flips you around, forcing you back onto the file cabinet with your ass sticking out towards him. You hear the rustling of clothes before feeling the hot, hard length of him pressing against your entrance.

Reality hits you in a sudden wave. He’s going to do this. He’s really going to fuck you against these cabinets. You try to struggle, to push away from him, but you’re quickly discouraged from that notion when a large hand comes down hard on your ass.

“You’re going to take my cock like a good little slut, do you hear me?” When you don’t immediately answer, he lets out an angry snarl before smacking your ass again. This time, it burns even more, and you think you hear the distinct sound of him activating his quirk to make the pain even sharper. “Yes! I hear you, please don’t hurt me.”

“Just do what I ask and I won’t have to,” he grabs your hair as he forces your back to arch, leaning in to bite deeply into your neck. You think you feel his teeth pierce your skin, a fact which is confirmed when a few droplets of blood run down your throat. “Well, not much anyway,” he gives a sinister chuckle. “And I’ll make you feel good too, I promise.”

And with that, he begins to push inside of you. You figured you would be completely dry from his treatment of you, but instead you feel your juices leaking down on his cock to make it easier for him. “Can’t even act like you don’t want my cock, this little cunt is so fucking sloppy for me.”

He enters you slowly at first, before losing his restraint and thrusting all the way up to your cervix. You let out a choked cry as your tight muscles stretch around him, feeling every single inch deep inside of you. He barely waits for you to adjust, pounding into your pussy roughly with every thrust.

The wet sounds of your bodies joining fill the room, his balls slapping against your already throbbing clit, and you can’t stop a needy moan from leaving your mouth. Your pussy clenches down around him, and you hear him grunt at the sensation. “Fuckin knew it, you’re loving this, dirty little slut.”

He reaches around to find your clit, stroking it with quick, tight circles. The pleasure is building in you, causing your lower stomach to tighten up. Every movement is forcing you against the cabinet, causing your nipples to rub against the cold metal and only increasing the blur of sensations that are making you feel dizzy.

“Cum around this cock, slut, I wanna feel that tight cunt clamping down on me. Do it, cum for me.” You let out a choked whine as you struggle to disobey his command, not wanting to cum for the man ravaging your pussy. But it seems you will have no choice in this, either, because you feel the pressure building up inside of you, ready to burst. And when he changes his angle slightly, slamming into a particular spot inside, you let out a mewl as your walls pulse around his cock, orgasm hitting you hard.

“Such a good fuckin whore, shit, you got even tighter, holy fuck,” he groans deeply. “Gonna fill this pretty little cunt up with my cum.”

You begin to panic, pleas falling from your lips in sheer desperation. “Oh god, no, please not inside.”

He grunts as his pace stutters inside of you, gripping your hips to keep you from pulling away as he forces his cock all the way up to your cervix when he begins to cum. You feel his cock beginning to twitch, thick ropes of hot cum coating your inner walls white. You lean your heated forehead against the cold file cabinet as you let out a soft sob.

He waits until he’s fully emptied his balls inside of you before pulling out of your abused, sore cunt. You glance down at yourself, watching your combined fluids drip down onto the floor below you. You can’t even bring yourself to look at Bakugou, but he isn't having it. He grabs your chin as he forces you to look into his eyes.

“Here’s how this is going to work. From here on out, you fucking belong to me. You’re not going to tell anyone what happened, and you’re going to continue to stay late so I can use all of your holes as I fucking please. We clear?”

A few stray tears run down your face as you ask the question you know is going to be useless. “What if I say no?”

“You’re not going to say no, because I can make your life a living hell. Do you want that?”

You shake your head mutely.

“Then you understand me?”

You nod, not trusting your voice at the moment.

“Good. Then I’ll see you here tomorrow, same place, same time. I can’t fucking wait, princess.”

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