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axelsagewrites · 8 months

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Roy Kent*Bus Buddy

Pairing: Roy x reader

Word count: 2511

Warnings: pure fluff, Jamie flirting with reader, protective Roy, swearing

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at the same time that Ted got hired Rebecca had also decided she needed an assistant to enact her perfect revenge, so the boys often saw you walking around Richmond or at press interviews. Any time you entered the locker room wolf whistles from Jamie rang across the room followed by a loud ‘shut it’ from Roy. Usually, you’d object to Jamies actions, but the routine had become so common you found it funny especially when Roy dogged him into Keeley one time, and you saw him drag Jamie by the ear.

You weren’t sure why the tough and silent Roy Kent was so protective of you, but you were grateful to know walking into a locker room filled with men that he had your back. the longer you were around the team though you realised none of the boys would even hurt a fly.

still locker rooms or crowded hotel lobbies could get rowdy, and Roy almost acted as security, weaving you through the crowd and telling everyone to fuck off. any thanks you gave him were met with grunts, nods, or two-word answers.

sometimes you had to talk to Roy though, but you never complained. whenever you had forms for him to sign or events you wanted him to attend, sadly only on a work basis, he gladly complied without fuss. feeling his hand brush, yours as he took the pen from your hand or getting to secretly glance at his face as he filled out the forms was enough to make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up.

you’d convinced yourself your crush was harmless. after all he was Roy Kent, an absolutely loaded footballer with an exterior tougher than diamond. its not like you flirted with him or stared at him. well not on purpose at least.

this weekend saw Richmond visiting another stadium a six-hour drive away for their next match. usually, you travelled with Rebecca but due to some other things she had to get done this weekend, aka a spa trip with Keeley you were secretly so jealous about, she had decided to send you as a representative. however, this also meant you got to arrive at Richmond Friday afternoon with a packed bag and a bunch of rowdy footballers.

“Well look who our newest bus buddy is,” Ted said, putting his hands on his hips as you approached the gaggle of men. “Hope you don’t mind being down graded to ride with us bunch of savages,” he joked as he ticked your name off his clipboard. you really did appreciate Teds soccer mom vibes.

You laughed as you dragged your suitcase up to stand by Ted at the bus, “Please how bad can it be? it’s just a bus,”

“Yeah, but with these twats,” Roy’s voice made Ted jump, but you just turned and smiled, ready to say hi, but Roy just walked past you. He picked up his suitcase, tossing it under the bus before turning back and picking yours up and placing yours in with far more care than he had with his own. When you said thanks, Roy just nodded before heading onto the bus, assumably to secure the most isolated spot he could.

Ted let out a low whistle as Roy walked off, “He’s a charmer alright,” he said, his eyes scurrying around before leaning down to whisper to you, “If I didn’t know any better I’d think he’s sweet on you,” You laughed but before you could even try to deny it Ted was pointing at your face, “and if I’m not blind you my friend are blushing,”

“Shut up Ted,” was all you managed to say before Nate walked over and thankfully Ted knew better than to keep going in front of him.

while you were talking to Nate and Ted the bus all the players had arrived and assembled on the bus. you were the last to climb on the bus since even though you knew it couldn’t be that bad six hours on a bus was still a dire experience. “Oi need a seat love?” Jamie hollered from the back of the bus, already tossing his bag to his feet.

“There’s a seat by me,” Dani pipped up from a few rows in front of Jamie.

you laughed, trying to think who would be the least awkward seat mate. however, as you went to move forward, figuring Dani would be less out right flirty than Jamie you were stopped by Roy standing up from his seat and stepping into the aisle.

when you looked up at him, expecting him to say something, he just looked down at the window seat he had just given up. you smiled as you moved to sit down, “Thanks,” you said squeezing past him, “Thanks boys but I prefer the front of the bus,” you said before settling down for the ride.

Roy dropped into the aisle seat and while you knew he was trying to keep in his seat the bus seats were only so big, so your thighs were bumping into each other, “Thanks for saving me,” you whispered to him.

Roy chuckled under his breath, “Really think I’d let you get tortured back there like that?” he whispered back making his voice sound even sexier if possible. the bus set off only a few minutes later and now you were trapped in a bus with 25 rowdy men who instantly started talking amongst themselves and playing bus games. “Bet you wish you’d never got on this bus,” Roy said in a low voice but with all the noise at least you didn’t have to whisper.

“Nah I don’t mind, honest,” you said, settling into your seat, “Sitting in a silent plane with Rebecca can get awkward,”

“Sorry I’ve not got any champagne for ya,” Roy joked and for the rest of the ride you actually talked the whole way which is the longest you’ve ever spoke to him for. you were almost sad when the bus pulled up outside the hotel.

without a word Roy had grabbed your suitcase and his, walking into the hotel still wrapped up in a debate about which ice cream flavour was superior. “Checking in together?” The receptionist asked making you blush, and Roy clear his throat.

“Eh no, separate,” he said, glancing down at you but you wish he hadn’t since you knew your cheeks were flaming hot as you gave the woman your information. however, after getting checked in Roy still carried your cases, taking them up to your room with you in silence. He sat the bag down in front of your room for you as you unlocked the door, “I’m just down the hall. 203. so eh if anyone gives you bother or these twats are too loud tonight give me a knock,”

“Will do captain,” you said, trying your best to stay composed as you got into your room, shutting the door behind you so you could freak out.

the next day was too hectic to even think about flirting with Roy or even catching a glimpse of him off the field. however, Richmond had managed to secure a tie which for them right now was a big win. however, what was not a big win was the fact that you had to get back in the coach that day since the team had a bunch of press to do tomorrow at Richmond.

between the game, the press interviews, everyone showering and getting into clean clothes, and checking out you weren’t even set to leave till 10pm despite the game kicking off at 1:30pm. you were already yawning as you came down the lift to the reception.

most of the boys were also absolutely shattered. running for 90 minutes straight at full speed was tiring enough without also having to pack and do press. you had got to sit during the game, but you also had the job of Rebecca all day so now you really understood why she needed that spa weekend. “Bus said it’ll be pulling up in five minutes,” you yawned as you sat your bag down, “Head count time,” you said.

you felt like a primary teacher, but you didn’t care as you walked around, counting each player as you put your hand on their head. they were all too tired to complain and even Issac let you touch his hair. “twenty three,” you said, counting Dani before stopping, “Wow your hair is soft,” you gasped before continuing as Dani beamed from his seat, “Twenty four,” you said, reaching up to pat Roy’s head but you were too tired to see the way he smiled at you when you did, “Twenty five,” you finished, putting your hand on your own head making Roy chuckle quietly. “We didn’t lose anyone, great job team. now shift it, I wanna sleep,”

“You heard her twats, get moving,” Roy said, his loud voice shocking everyone including the hotel staff. at least it got the boys moving though. Roy cleared his throat as he glanced down at you, “Need a seat buddy again?” he asked as you filed out behind all the boys.

you smiled up at him, “Yeah that’d be nice. Its your turn for the window seat,”

“I don’t mind, you keep it,” he said as you finally got to the bus. the boys were all tossing their cases in and filing into the bus with very few mumblings between them. you were silently thankful everyone was exhausted, “Just don’t fall asleep standing,” Roy’s joke snapped you back to reality as he loaded in your cases.

“Fine but I make no promises about the bus,” you said as you walked to get on, Roy offering for you to go first. a sweet gesture to you and silently Roy was grateful for the chance to check out your ass. “This seat, okay?” you said, plopping down into the first available seat. Roy didn’t even reply as he sat down next to you.

Ted was the last to get on and while you usually loved his speeches today you just did not care. “Now all yall try get some shut eye. Six hours of sleep would do you all the world of good right now,”

“Yes coach,” rang out in a sleepy chorus as everyone settled in to nap on the bus for the night.

as you looked around you saw Jamie in the seat across from you with a blanket already pulled over him and Dani a seat behind you with an eye mask on, “I am clearly not prepared,” you joked quietly to Roy.

Roy looked over, seeing his fellow teammates who were used to these late-night busses, “You can borrow my jacket if you get cold,” Roy said quietly making you inwardly melt, “Not much of a blanket but it’s warm,”

“I’ll think about it,” you yawned, making Roy smile as he saw how you stretched away your sleep. or well tried to. the ride set off and you could already hear soft snores across the bus. any of the boys who couldn’t sleep had headphones in and you had never been more grateful.

you sat in silence, looking out the window as the head lights of other cars went past and let yourself sink further into your seat. you barely noticed when Roy shrugged his jacket off or realise how close to him you were getting but you could feel your eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment.

Roy however had noticed the soft snores coming from you when your eyes had finally closed, unable to fight sleep off anymore. he was thankful everyone was asleep or not paying attention as he got to look down at you sleeping on his shoulder with a soft smile. after a few minutes, sure you were asleep, he gently pulled his jacket over you like a blanket.

he wasn’t sure when he had fell for you or why, but he’d known for weeks now that he liked you. hell, more than liked. there was just something about you and right now you looked downright adorable as you nuzzled further into him. Roy slipped his arm behind your back, allowing you to properly sleep on him and his hand to rest on your waist.

usually, Roy was far too tense or pent up in rides home to sleep on the bus, especially with a team he just knew were desperate to draw something on his face, but Roy was surprised when he opened his eyes and sunlight blinded him.

the bus was pulling up to Richmond at an ungodly 4 am when Roy realised, he had fallen asleep, his head resting on top of yours. without thinking, still in a sleepy state, Roy pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he moved to sit up. however, when he saw you stir awake, he kicked himself internally, “Are we here?” you yawned, pulling away from him and Roy already missed the feeling of you curled up to him.

“Looks like it,” Roy said as you looked down to realise it had been Roy’s jacket covering you, “You uh looked cold,” Roy said, clearing his throat and thankful he had a beard to cover the way his cheeks grew hot.

“Thanks,” you said, a sleepy smile playing your lips as the rest of the team started to wake. “Did you manage to sleep?”

“A bit yeah,” Roy said, and it was as you shuffle forward Roy realised his mistake when you looked down at his arm, “Sorry bout that,” he mumbled, quickly pulling his arm out from where it had been wrapped around your waist.

“It’s alright I don’t mind,” you said, a smile toying your lips as you stretched to try wake up.

without anything else said, really by anyone, you all filtered off the bus and Roy went to get both your suitcases. Roy cleared his throat as he went to pass yours to you, a nervous habit you’d only just really noticed, “Do you need a lift up the road? my cars just over there,”

“If you don’t mind that’d be great,” you said, so relieved you weren’t going to have to sleep in Rebeccas office, “Don’t hate me if I fall asleep in the car though,”

“Couldn’t hate you if I tried,” Roy said as he took the suitcase back and began to walk to his car. you blushed as you followed behind him, climbing into the passenger side as Roy loaded the bags in, “You all set?” Roy asked as he hopped into the driver’s seat.

when Roy glanced over, he couldn’t help but laugh when he noticed you were already asleep in the car. Roy reached over, buckling you in before getting ready to hit the road. he’d dropped you off a few times from work so he knew the way already, but Roy couldn’t stop himself stealing so many glances at the sight of you. there was no avoiding his feelings now. Roy Kent was in love.

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iwritenarrativesandstuff · 2 months

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I’m just going to throw down my thoughts now real quick. Someone is obviously going to get taken over by Fyodor. This takeover seems to require blood to activate. Here are the potential options, rated lowest to highest by my own personal interest.

Random character we’ve never met - the easy and boring answer. Fyodor will body snatch one of the vampire guards he was communicating with. Fair amount of likelihood since he could easily have made the transfer of blood at any point, though I’m not sure yet if it needs to be an instantaneous thing or if his blood can lie dormant. Either way I think it’s a bit of an ass-pull with no stakes on our cast so I’m hoping this isn’t the case.

A named character outside Meursault - Probably someone he’s had a lot of contact with, so Fukuchi. This depends on the blood having a latency period and is also insanely contrived. I actually hate it more than the random guard.

The Catgirl thief - I’m assuming this is extremely unlikely since the host needs to be alive. But anyways. Women lovers here’s how we lose even worse.

Having said this now, I think it’s fairly obvious it has to be one of the other Meursault four. This is appropriately thematic and tragic, given that all of them place a lot of value on free will and self-determination, which a takeover by Fyodor would rob them of.

Chuuya - He spent a lot of time around Chuuya to be sure but there’s no blood on him. If there’s a latency period though, it is possible. I’m not feeling this one though, to be honest. I don’t see what narrative purpose it serves - Chuuya hasn’t had enough of a role in the manga for this to mean much, other than royally pissing Dazai off (which to be fair is definitely in character for Fyodor). I think it far more likely that Chuuya is going to be a witness for whatever comes next.

Sigma - High likelihood. He did get stabbed and had the memory transfer. I can’t remember whether Fyodor touched him with his wounded hand. It would be brutal for this to happen to him after he’d just broken free from his manipulation. But honestly I don’t know that Sigma getting taken over is all that interesting. For one, they’re going to need his knowledge (though that may be a reason for Fyodor to off him truthfully), and for another, I just don’t think Sigma’s… done enough as a character. I feel it would kind of render his arc in Meursault pointless to end his story here.

Nikolai - The most likely possibility to me. He is holding Fyodor’s severed hand, which he touched to his face. Fyodor’s ability probably kickstarts after his death, and Nikolai was the first to get his blood on him. Sadly, I suspect that if this is the case, this will be the end for Nikolai. If he gets taken over, I can’t see a reason or method to restore him to himself. What a horribly tragic end this would be to our favourite clown, his freedom snatched away for good by the one person he couldn’t help but get attached to.

Dazai - I dismissed this off-hand at first. Of course I did, Dazai is immune to abilities. I also want to be clear that I seriously doubt Asagiri will off his favourite boy like this. But oh man. What if Fyodor’s ability isn’t an ability, much like in the first skk manga team up? What if them both being there is a call-back to Rimbaud who snatched corpses, and Lovecraft who could hurt Dazai? What if Fyodor really has become no longer human - and this is the proof? I was kind of hoping the Meursault arc would end with Dazai (temporarily!) out of the picture, and this would be a way to do it - Atsushi and Akutagawa would have to step up, Chuuya could be more relevant. We could even have more Kyouka if what I’m starting to wonder is true - that Fyodor was involved in the death of her parents. At the same time, Dazai’s special boy plot armour nullification and mysteriousness gives us a plausible reason to bring him back. And all the while maybe they could continue their mind games, with Dazai being an annoying little pest in the back of Fyodor’s mind.

#I’m screaming asagiri please give us bad ending #also I think chuuya would rapidly lose the idgaf war if he saw dazai being taken over like that which is. just a bonus for me.#realistically though my money’s on nikolai. sorry jester man I think you might be doomed :(#bsd #storyrambles #bsd meta #bsd chapter 114 #bsd spoilers #bsd fyodor #bsd chuuya #bsd sigma #bsd nikolai #bsd dazai

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jinwoosungs · 1 month

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{ 146 }

sands of time.

academy arc

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ the spell on me hasn’t been lifted | i want to use the sands of time | i want to be by your side }

you never liked the freshman student who entered the same high school as you.

the one who made all the boys become green with envy over-

the one who made all the girls practically fall to their knees for him-

sung jinwoo.

despite how all the girls went crazy over his dashing good looks and charming smile, you sadly never saw his appeal. for you personally, he looked just like any other guy. nothing about him stood out to you-

especially not his perfectly styled ebony locks of hair,

or the grey eyes that you swore sometimes glowed purple in some instances,

or the full lips that remained in a permanent smile whenever he met your gaze-

yeah, there was absolutely nothing appealing about him!

you suppose you should count yourself lucky on how you didn’t share the same class with him, being in a different homeroom as you simply saw him in passing within the hallways and heard stories about him from the gossiping girls who wished to date him.

as you trail your eyes away from your open textbook, the sounds of a certain commotion was heard as one of your classmates runs back into class. her friends were comforting her as angry tears fell down her face.

“what gives?! just what is up with that sung jinwoo guy! doesn’t he realize that i’m practically the most beautiful girl in school here!”

ah, ji-yeon was throwing another tantrum again, running her hands across her luscious, brown locks of hair with her blue eyes fuming after what you assumed was sung jinwoo’s rejection.

filled with amusement from witnessing the spectacle, you trail your eyes over to ji-yeon and her lackeys, ara and cho. “he kept telling me that he couldn’t possibly give me a chance; that he was already in love with someone else, yet refused to relinquish her identity to me!”

“ah, he probably didn’t want you to bully her, ji-yeon.”

“and come on, you shouldn’t feel so upset! you can do so much better than him!”

“but i don’t want anyone else…! i want him!”

you had to bite back your laughter the moment ji-yeon stomps her feet against the ground, “and that’s what pisses me off the most! who even is she, managing to steal jinwoo away from me like that?!”

you could no longer hold back your laughter, making a snort escape from your parted lips in response to ji-yeon’s anger. she hears you and turns to face you, tossing back her hair in response. “what’s this?”

she lets out a hiss of your name, “how dare a wallflower like you eavesdrop on my conversation.” the girl gains up on you with her two friends in tow.

“i didn’t eavesdrop. you were the one who kept airing out your business in class.”

she clicks her tongue in response to your words, “it’s lunch time, are you really that much of a loser, eating all alone in class like this?”

“no, i simply didn’t want to eat in the cafeteria and be bothered by idiots like you. but i guess even with my best efforts, i couldn’t escape you at all.”

your gaze was unflinching even as ji-yeon raised up her perfectly manicured nails to strike you, ready to take the hit when the sight of someone tall stops ji-yeon’s hand from making contact with your cheek.

your eyes go wide, seeing sung jinwoo himself hold ji-yeon’s hand in a vice grip. his eyes were glaring down at her, making you see that same familiar glow.

his voice was filled with authority when he lightly shoves ji-yeon away from you. “that’s enough.”

“sung, what are you doing here?” ji-yeon’s voice comes out as strained as ara and cho took a stance behind her, ready to support her even when they felt intimidated by jinwoo’s glare.

“i heard you throwing a tantrum and decided to intervene before you did something stupid.”

ji-yeon’s face became a vibrant shade of red, its scarlet hue depicting her embarrassment and shame at being scolded by the man she had a crush on. with a huff and a final flip of her hair, she walks away from him, hearing her high heeled shoes tap against the linoleum flooring of the school.

“hmph, i suppose you’re right, sung. that bitch isn’t worth getting expelled for.”

ara and cho follow from close behind her, yet you were the one that stopped jinwoo from following after them.

“it’s okay, just hearing her complaints was more than enough for me.” even if you didn’t like him (and no! you were not in denial!) you didn’t want him to do anything that would further jeopardize his education.

he was already under suspicion due to his shady past, disappearing for two years before returning unexpectedly-

despite how odd he was, you truly didn’t hate him enough to want to see him fail.

in the end, he relaxes his stance and looks down at you, eyes still glowing with that strange, purple hue. you swallow thickly, but did not look away from him, maintaining eye contact with jinwoo as you waited for his next words.

instead, he ends up shocking you when he places a hand against your cheek, caressing it softly while asking you, “are you alright?”

you give him a nod in response, all while trying to hide the heat from your cheeks. “yes, i’m fine.”

you shiver when he lets out a rich chuckle in response. “that’s good.”

looking away from him in hopes of calming down your rapidly beating heart, you ask him, “why did you come to my rescue?”

he remains silent for a few moments before gently giving your head a few pats.

“because i would hate to see a bruise blossoming on that pretty face of yours.”

his admission was enough to make you do a double take, looking up at him with wide eyes while catching his smile.

“do you have any club activities later today?”

your mouth was still dry, and because of this fact, you were afraid to speak. this was what prompted you to shake your head in response to his question, earning yet another smile from him.

“good. how about you keep me company and watch me do track on the bleachers?”

his question leaves you gaping in response, and jinwoo didn’t even bother waiting for your answer when the 5-minute bell rang, alerting you to the end of lunch as your classmates slowly filled the classroom once more. you wanted to call out to jinwoo and tell him how you had much better things to do than watch him running around in circles-

but his smile when he looks back at you while giving you a wave manages to make your heart flutter in response.

dammit to hell-

this boy had you wrapped around his fingers after all.

{ … }

the sun was slowly setting as you found yourself on the bleachers, watching jinwoo and his track team practice their endurance and speed for the next competition.

as you sipped at the bottle of water jinwoo had given you, you couldn’t deny that he was a beautiful runner.

he was graceful, while maintaining a good speed. he never once appeared to be out of breath, even when he was working up a sweat.

during his run, you notice the way the upperclassmen kept gesturing at you while talking to jinwoo. he gives the senior a smirk before telling him a few words, making them all smile at you in response.

you had a sneaking suspicion that they were talking about you, and the thought alone was enough to make you bristle in response. you were on edge when the track team finally finished their practice, with their coach commending them on their good work as he allowed them all to return home.

jinwoo makes his way back to you while extending his hand out to you. “water, please.”

you look down at your half empty bottle of water. “what- but… i already drank from this?”

“so?” jinwoo gives you a smirk before taking the bottle of water from your hand, uncapping it as he worked on drinking the rest of it. you were captivated by the movements of his lips, emptying the bottle with greedy gulps as you watch the droplets of water slide down his chin and onto his throat…

you immediately snap out of your reveries when jinwoo meets your gaze. as if sensing your thoughts, he tosses the empty water bottle into the bin with his smirk growing wider in response, “what are you looking at?”

“n-nothing!”

you ignore the heat felt against your cheeks and step out of the bleachers, feeling jinwoo place a steady hand against your waist and shoulder as he helped you back on the ground. he flashes you a wide grin before picking up his duffel bag.

“come on, i’ll take you home.”

he interlocks his fingertips together with yours, pulling you closer to him as he walked out of the school with you. by now, your heart was pounding within your chest, feeling deeply affected by his close proximity.

“jinwoo.”

you say his first name out loud, making jinwoo stiffen in response. feeling proud at being able to make him lose his cool, you proceed to ask him.

“what did you tell our seniors during practice? they kept looking at me, laughing while giving me winks each time they ran past me.”

you look up at jinwoo, seeing him scratch the tip of his nose as a light blush was settled against his cheeks. he remains silent for a few extra beats, as if carefully considering his words before confessing to you,

“i told them that you were my girlfriend.”

your brain seemed to short circuit in response to his answer, unable to fully comprehend what was going on as you sorted through your emotions.

you felt…

annoyed,

confused,

but perhaps above all else-

you felt happy.

“y-you, are you joking, sung jinwoo?”

your pout was evident when jinwoo looks back down at you, eyes glowing a faint purple once more before he leans down closer to your height.

“if you don’t believe me, how about i show you just how serious i am…?”

somehow understanding what he meant, you close your eyes in response, allowing jinwoo’s lips to perfectly slot against yours in a sweet kiss-

but little did you know, you were once jinwoo’s lover in another timeline; a timeline that he now spent years correcting as he made an oath to himself to bring you back to him, no matter what the cost may be.

a.n. - my jinwoo obsession will never stop, lmao, and i’m afraid i’m going to keep flooding everyone’s feed with stories of him 😭😭😭😭

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#sung jinwoo x reader #jinwoo sung x reader #sung jinwoo x you #jinwoo sung x you #solo leveling x reader #jinwoo sung #sung jinwoo #.stories

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bosbas · 24 days

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Chapter 10: even my daddy just loves him

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pairing: colin bridgerton x enemy!fem!reader WC: 3.5k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, small part of the dialogue in French, period- and class-typical views about the economy, idiots in love being idiots in love, heavy on the idiots, heavy on the in love

Summary: It took precisely two days in England for you to utterly despise Colin Bridgerton. It took him approximately twelve hours after that to hate you right back. But he doesn't care that you're the only person in the ton who doesn't like him. You're set to marry someone else anyway, right?

A/N: the first TTPD chapter title :,) also no interaction between reader and colin in this one IM SORRY it'll come soon i promise

June 23, 1816 – In the wake of yesterday's lackluster ball, one can't help but lament the dreary fashion choices on display, particularly the Featheringtons' blinding ensembles in shades of yellow. Sadly, the absence of Lady Y/N Montclair was acutely felt, as her impeccable gowns and Parisian flair were sorely missed. However, tonight at the Ashbury ball proves a wonderful opportunity for her to dazzle us with her sense of style.

“Well, don't you look gorgeous tonight,” gushed Eloise upon seeing you, kissing your cheeks in greeting.

Your heart soared, delighted that your best friend had taken to your French customs so easily.

“I didn’t particularly have a choice after Whistledown’s column today,” you joked, smoothing out your skirts.

Of course, it was flattering to have the ton’s most trusted source speak about you in such a positive manner, but at times it did build a fair amount of undue pressure. Though you supposed you preferred feeling pressure to dress well over pressure to marry someone as you had with Lord Barlow.

“Either way, you look stunning. I’ve caught more than a few gentlemen staring at you already. You’d think they would have been able to pick up their jaws off the floor by now,” Eloise teased, linking arms with you, and leading you toward the far end of the ballroom.

You politely covered your laugh with your hand, shaking your head as you assessed who was present at the ball today. More accurately, you were assessing whether Colin Bridgerton was present.

It had been two weeks since you’d even seen him, and you were exerting more mental energy than you cared to admit pretending that you were unbothered. You supposed you couldn’t blame him. You were the one who had asked him not to speak with you anymore, and he’d listened to you better than you could have hoped.

Secretly, you’d been hoping he would still have shown up and tried to talk to you. It was an absurd desire, you knew, but you couldn’t help it. Apart from balls like these where all you did was speak with Eloise, you had to admit that arguing with Colin was the most fun you’d had in England, and perhaps everywhere else, too.

You hated him, you reminded yourself. And he hated you, too. Worse, actually. He had no respect for you. Or any woman in general. Which only brought you back to the shameful burning at the top of your ears every time you searched for him in a crowd.

But you were only human. And there were times when you couldn’t help but give in to your self-sabotaging. “Is the rest of your family in attendance tonight?” you asked Eloise, trying to seem casual and uninterested.

“Anthony and Kate are,” she responded brightly. “Benedict was able to weasel his way out of this one, I’m afraid. But it’s all for the better. He was being quite irritating at dinner last night.”

You turned to her, eyebrows raised. “I assumed you’d stay home if Benedict stayed home, too. I thought you hated these things.”

“Oh, not at all! Now that you aren’t being swarmed by suitors at every moment and I have you somewhat to myself, the balls are far more enjoyable.”

Shaking your head at her fondly, you laughed in disbelief. She was truly the only reason you hadn’t gone completely mad these past two weeks.

Lady Whistledown, whoever she was, had proven to be quite perceptive. As she had reported, you effectively had laid your parents’ dreams of marrying you off to an Englishman to rest. You’d only told Pen and Eloise about your disillusionment, but you supposed it was rather obvious to everyone else given that you barely danced with anyone anymore.

You looked through the crowd once again searching for the face you knew would not be there, and you felt your gut twist, but you couldn’t quite tell if it was in relief or disappointment.

“And what about Colin?” you asked, internally cringing at not being able to help yourself. “Has he left the country again?”

Eloise looked at you carefully, noting your barely hidden grimace and shifting eyes. She would’ve laughed at how obviously painful the question was for you if she didn’t completely understand what was happening. Eloise still had no idea why you hated Colin in the first place, but she could tell that it was tearing you up inside anyway.

“No, he’s still at home, believe it or not. He just doesn’t particularly enjoy these kinds of events anymore, I suppose. It must be the ambitious mamas wanting to auction him off to their daughters,” Eloise finally responded, trying to keep her tone light.

Although that wasn’t the whole truth, Eloise couldn’t just come out and tell you that her brother was completely in love with you and that you had broken his heart enough that he had no desire to come to ton events anymore. It would have been unusually cruel for her to do so.

Besides, she could tell you had been feeling the same way. The only difference was that your parents were not as forgiving as Violet Bridgerton, and you had to come to most balls whether you wanted to or not.

“Oh, that’s a shame, I guess,” you said, not particularly knowing how to respond. In a pathetic attempt to make it seem like you truly were unbothered, you added, “It’s rather nice when he isn’t here, though, isn’t it?”

Eloise stared at you suspiciously. Though she always thought it easier to stay away from your conflict with Colin, the curiosity was killing her. And she could only go so long before she went insane trying to figure it out.

“Why do the two of you hate each other so much, anyway?” she asked, hoping her disinterested tone would make you more likely to open up.

No one seemed to know why you hated Colin. You weren’t particularly forthcoming with the information, but Eloise could sense that it wasn’t something trivial. Having grown to know you fairly well over your time in England, Eloise was still perplexed by this specific detail.

Next to Eloise, you were tactfully avoiding eye contact and staring intently at the floor in front of you. You couldn’t tell her. You simply couldn’t. It wasn’t that you were worried about your reputation. You knew Eloise well enough to know that she wouldn’t spread rumors that would sully your image.

But if you told her the truth, she’d be heartbroken. If someone were to tell you that they hated one of your brothers for the same reason you hated Colin, you would crumble. You were incredibly close with them, and knowing that they thought of women that way would crush you. And you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same to Eloise.

Luckily, some man you’d never spoken to before asked you for a dance right at that moment. He had barely finished speaking before you placed your hand on his elbow and rushed him to the ballroom. Dancing with someone was far easier than having to figure out what you were going to say to Eloise.

Eloise stared silently as you were whisked away to dance. She let out a small laugh in disbelief, amazed that her question had been what finally propelled you to start dancing at balls again.

But her work tonight was not done. Shaking her head, Eloise looked around the ballroom, looking for your brother. Unsurprisingly, he was by the refreshments.

“Hello, Louis,” greeted the Bridgerton. “I believe you might have some information that would be of interest to me.”

“I do?” asked Louis, confused.

Eloise nodded over to where you were dancing and smiling politely and turned back to your brother with an expectant look.

“Oh,” said Louis, catching onto what your friend was saying. “I don’t, unfortunately.”

“Are you serious?” she responded, exasperated. “She would rather dance with that…man than tell me why she hates Colin!”

Louis shot her a sympathetic look. “She won’t tell me either. But she’s never been this upset over someone, so I wager it must have been something serious.”

“Colin doesn’t even know! And he only hates her because she hated him first! It’s terribly unreasonable.”

Having overheard the conversation about you and Colin from a few paces away, Carlos quickly joined Eloise and Louis with a knowing smile. He considered himself to be somewhat of an expert when it came to matters of the heart, having found a true love match after falling completely head over heels for your sister.

“Yes, but Colin is completely in love with Y/N,” he said. “So, I suppose he doesn’t hate her that much.”

“We know,” responded Eloise dejectedly. “That’s why I need to know why she hates him.”

“Excuse me, we? We know?” scoffed Louis. “I most certainly did not know this. What do you mean Colin loves Y/N? I should think that I would know if someone was in love with my little sister.”

Eloise looked at him, unimpressed. “I fear you only have yourself to blame, then. Colin came to every single event on the social calendar until your sister told him to stop talking to her, and he hasn’t come to another one since. Why exactly did you think that was?”

“I don’t know! I suppose I thought… I don’t know what I thought! But it doesn’t matter. He does not love her, Eloise. I know because Y/N is the exact same with Colin as he is with her.”

This time Carlos looked at Louis in disbelief. “Yes, Louis. Precisely,” he spoke slowly, nodding to make sure your brother understood.

Louis furrowed his eyebrows, eyes widening as he came to grips with the realization. “What do you mean? Does this mean that…”

“Yes,” confirmed Carlos. “Y/N loves him too.”

“What? How did I miss this?”

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Colin was standing in Anthony’s study, arms crossed tightly over his chest as he glared at his eldest brother.

“I won’t go,” he said defiantly.

“You will, and you will be the perfect gentleman while you’re there.”

“Why do I even need to be there? It’s not like I know what I’m doing when I hunt, anyway,” Colin huffed, uncrossing his arms and fiddling with a quill on Anthony’s desk.

Watching his brother, Anthony sighed, exasperated. “Because it would be impossibly rude not to go. And the Bridgertons, especially Colin Bridgerton, if I recall correctly, are never impossibly rude.”

Colin groaned. “It’s one hunt without me! Please-”

“Y/N won’t be there if that’s what you’re worried about. She and Eloise went to the modiste and won’t be back until later.”

“But what if-”

“She won’t be there,” assured Anthony firmly. He had an inkling about why the Montclairs had suddenly invited the Bridgerton brothers on a hunting outing, and he was not about to let Colin ruin what were most likely some very well-laid-out plans.

Colin blinked and licked his lips, still considering whether being rude to your family was worth the risk of running into you. Resigned, he sighed and turned away from his brother.

“Very well. But this is the only time I’m doing it. I’m not particularly eager to have a run-in with the woman who wishes I didn’t even exist.”

Not seeing you for two weeks had proven to be an extraordinarily difficult challenge. But it was better than having to look at your face and know that he would never be in your good graces. You wanted nothing to do with him, and it was more than he could take.

Even though Colin had relatively successfully convinced himself that the only reason he was upset at your rejection was because he wanted to maintain his status as the best-liked member of the ton, he’d still barely been able to get out of bed since he’d last seen you. His heart ached too much when he thought of seeing you at any events. Yet it also ached when he thought of not seeing you. So he was confined to his chambers night after night, pacing as he thought of you laughing with someone else while he sat in agony at home.

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. She can’t hate you that much,” said Anthony, rolling his eyes as he patted his brother on the back, leading him out of his study.

“You’d be surprised,” muttered Colin lowly.

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“Frères, il nous faut causer,” announced Louis upon entering the mudroom (Brothers, we need to talk).

Seeing Edward preparing for the afternoon’s upcoming hunt alongside Philippe and Jacques, Louis cleared his throat and tried again.

“Brothers, we must have a chat. And Edward too, I suppose.”

Philippe and Jacques looked up at their younger brother in surprise.

“A chat about what, pray tell,” asked Jacques, fiddling with his hunting boots as he placed them on his feet.

“It has come to my attention that our dearest sister Y/N might be in love with Colin Bridgerton. I thought it best to discuss the matter between us before we go out and hunt with him.”

Philippe shot his youngest brother an amused look. “Well, yes, Louis. That’s why we’re having this hunting trip.”

Louis’ face contorted into an expression that was a funny mixture of disbelief and annoyance. He most certainly did not like to be the only one out of his siblings who didn’t know something. “How does everyone know this except for me? Am I truly that clueless?”

Laughing, Jacques clapped his younger brother on the back. “I suppose it’s a certain sensibility that comes once you’re married, Louis. Don’t feel too badly about it.”

“A sensibility that comes from your wife telling you that the man is obviously in love with Y/N, is what you mean, Jacques,” Philippe quipped, looking even more amused.

“I would’ve been able to tell!” argued Jacques. “If Chiara hadn’t told me within five minutes, I could’ve figured it out. Probably. In a few days. Who cares! We still have an advantage over Louis because we’re married, and our wives are more attuned to those things than we are.”

“Carlos was the one who told me, actually,” commented Edward. “Charlotte would have been the one to do it, but she thought it was so obvious that it wasn’t worth mentioning. I doubt I would have been able to tell on my own, anyway.”

Louis laughed, not feeling so bad about how oblivious he was anymore. “I suppose you’re right. But I still want to be included in the scheming! How is our little hunting trip going to help Colin and Y/N come to their senses?”

Philippe sighed deeply, and Louis got the impression that he had aged about ten years in the making of this plan. “Y/N has been spectacularly miserable these past couple of weeks. That is certainly no secret. And as much as it is not in my nature to meddle in her affairs, I don’t take any joy in seeing her like this.”

Jacques nodded in agreement. “Especially after what Nigel Berbrooke said to her, we think it would be nice for her to get a love match. Something that has been made much easier by the fact that she is already in love, even if she doesn’t know it.”

Although it had been two weeks since you’d told the rest of your siblings what Mr. Berbooke had said, Louis still felt a surge of anger rise in him when he remembered his words. “He’s worse than Barlow, that one.”

“I was at Eton with Berbrooke, and I assure you it was torture,” agreed Edward, crinkling his nose as he recalled his younger years alongside Nigel.

Sending his brother-in-law a sympathetic look, Louis continued, “That still doesn’t solve the main problem. Even if Y/N does love Colin, she still absolutely hates him. Despises him, actually.”

“Actually, the main problem is that Father wants his daughters to marry a title and a fortune. No offense, Edward.”

But Edward, ever agreeable, waved Philippe’s apology away. “Not at all. It was an advantageous match for me, too. I’m just lucky we grew to love each other. But I do recall your father being quite insistent that she marry nobility.”

“Precisely,” agreed Jacques. “I’ll wager that Y/N will realize she loves Colin quicker than Father will come around to the idea of her marrying for love.”

Louis hummed thoughtfully. “But what if it goes wrong? What if Father hates Colin, and this hunting trip only makes it more difficult for him and Y/N?”

“Not a chance.”

“Absolutely not.”

“That won’t happen.”

Louis just stared at the three men in front of him, looking entirely unconvinced. “How can all three of you be so sure?”

“Because it’s Colin Bridgerton!” said Edward. “Everybody likes Colin. He’s the ton favorite.”

“Y/N doesn’t like him,” argued Louis, still unsure about how effective the plan would be.

“But she loves him, so that’s different,” said Philippe, smiling brightly. “Don’t worry, Louis. Father will surely like him and it’ll be a step in the right direction. Now, are you ready? I believe the Bridgertons should be arriving shortly.”

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All in all, Colin was having a lovely time this afternoon. As Anthony had assured, you were at the modiste when he arrived at your home, and he was barely there long enough to spend time looking for any trace of you. It was just as well because he feared what would have happened if he did find anything that reminded you of him.

Hunting, and specifically shooting, was not Colin’s greatest strength. As a result, he’d been mostly hanging toward the back of the group, chatting pleasantly with Edward, who didn’t seem to be very enthusiastic about hunting either.

That is until your father started talking about his travels. Truly, Colin’s biggest weakness was the opportunity to talk about his time abroad. That and you, he thought longingly.

Colin jogged to catch up to your father, Anthony, and Jacques so he could join the conversation.

“You and Chiara are settled in Tuscany, then?” asked your father.

Jacques laughed. “More than settled, I think. Hello, Colin! Lovely afternoon out, isn’t it?”

“Quite,” Colin agreed. “You would think it would make me a better shot, but I think this just proves I’m completely hopeless.”

Lord Montclair laughed, and Jacques felt an internal sense of pride as he saw their plan progressing.

“My sons tell me you’ve traveled a lot,” said your father, turning his gaze to the younger Bridgerton. “Have your travels taken you to the Persian Gulf, perchance? I am contemplating investing in pearl diving there.”

“Indeed, I have,” confirmed Colin. “However, if you seek pearls, might I suggest Ceylon instead? I visited last year and witnessed firsthand the expanding pearl industry.”

“Really?” said Lord Montclair, immediately immersed in the conversation. “But wouldn’t the Persian Gulf offer the most promising returns?”

“It certainly would right now, but trust me, Ceylon holds vast untapped potential.” Colin was in his element. This was practically all he did, and he was glad it was proving useful, and interesting, for once. “The industry there is on the precipice of greatness. In five years' time, mark my words, it shall surpass all others. I've even noted down a particular lagoon in my journals that I think will be particularly successful, based on what the locals have said.”

Impressed, Lord Montclair arched an eyebrow in interest. “You have my attention, Colin. Shall we meet next week to explore this further? A partnership between us could prove quite lucrative.”

Colin’s eyes widened, momentarily taken aback by your father’s offer. “Absolutely, my Lord. It would be my pleasure.”

“Please, call me Philippe,” he replied, clapping Colin on the back.

Turning to Jacques, your father spoke softly, “Je suppose qu'un titre n'est pas tout” (I suppose a title isn’t everything).

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yeoblurbs · 9 months

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Honest

Angst with a happy ending & Hurt/comfort

Pairing: Hansol Vernon Chwe x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.07k

Warnings: Small mention of aggressive physical behavior in the first paragraph (not any members), mentions of a child needing surgery, a few curse words, crying, & subtle hints of anxiety

When Hansol is angry with you, he is honest.

he does not yell; the notion of using a misplaced sense of dominance with a masculine shout is unthinkable to him. he does not grab you aggressively, the thought of touching you in a way that wasn’t intimate and gentle never crossing his mind. and Hansol does not use your feelings against you; words shared in whispers passed through dark nights are kept safe within him, a heart-shaped lock as protection that only you have the key to.

so when Hansol is angry with you, he is calm and honest. except that is what hurts you most. it is the fact that everything he says comes straight from the heart. and while you’re thankful he isn’t explosive when angry, his truthful words find a way to harm you more than he realizes.

“I’m just saying, you could stand to be a little more responsible.” he shakes his head, frowning at you in disappointment. “You’re a grown woman, how can you possibly misplace something so important to me; to us?”

your stomach rolls uncomfortably at the implication that you didn’t care enough about your ring to keep it safe. it wasn’t like you did it on purpose. you know how much that ring means to Hansol especially, having been a family heirloom that has been passed down from generations.

but you worked at a hospital, and had no choice but to take it off each time you walked into a surgery. Hansol knew that, but it seemed you needed to remind him. “Don’t make it sound like that, Hansol,” you say briskly, wiping your cheeks. “You know how much I have to take it off, I just refuse to keep it at home because I want it with me at all times.”

He scoffs, “Well, look how that turned out for you.” and your face crumples miserably at his words.

he goes to grab his keys, and you reach for his arm instinctively, “Where are you going? You’re just going to leave while we’re in the middle of something serious?”

he looks you in the eye, giving you a blank stare as he gently removes your hand from his arm. always so soft, even when he’s angry, you think sadly.

“I think we’ve discussed everything needed already. I understand where you’re coming from, but I’m still upset,” he sighs, and you’re not sure what expression shows on your face, but if it’s anything close to how you feel then you’d assume it is the epitome of heartbreak.

“I’m just going to hang out with Shua today, I’ll see you later tonight, okay?” he says, kissing your forehead when you nod brokenly. and with that, he’s out the door, and you finally allow yourself to collapse into sobs.

how could you have been so stupid? misplacing his mother's ring, the most cherished item Hansol has; something he had given to you, entrusted to you. you ignore the incessant tears cascading down your cheeks and think of what you can do. you need to fix this; you need to find the ring.

“Dude, you know you’re not being fair with her, right? You know her profession, she literally has no choice but to remove all the shit from her hands.” Joshua reprimands from his place in his kitchen, Hansol sitting on his couch with a cup of coffee.

He blows on it softly, watching the steam disappear before returning. “I know, I know, but you have to understand why I’m so upset too. That ring meant so much to my mother, so much to me. She showed it to me when I was a child and told me it was meant for the one I love most.” he feels his frustration building again and takes a gulp of his drink.

Joshua walks out of the kitchen, coming to sit on the couch next to Hansol. “I get it, I really do, but don’t you think Y/n is also upset about losing it? You’re making it seem like you are the only person who’s upset and who had an attachment to the ring,” he clicks his tongue, “and I know Y/n loved that ring just as much as you did, otherwise you would’ve never given it to her.”

Hansol sits there processing his words, before putting his mug down on the coffee table in front and rubbing his hands on his face. he knows Joshua is right, and now he feels like an ass. “Fuck, okay. You’re definitely right but I kind of- well I did, invalidate her feelings while talking with her.” he looks stressed when he lifts his head, facing Joshua. “I need to apologize.”

“Well, that much is clear.” Joshua nods, patting his friend on his shoulder comfortingly. “Listen, Y/n is quite literally fucking whipped for you. I have never seen someone so in love,”

Hansol smiles at his words, butterflies erupting in his stomach at the thought of your adoring eyes. Joshua giggles at Hansol's smitten expression, “You just need to apologize and reassure her that she is worth more than that ring, because from what you’ve told me, your last conversation made it seem like you had your priorities fucked.” he shrugs.

“Plus, you leaving instead of reassuring her probably made things worse; in fact, she’s probably crying right now.” he points out, eyeing Hansol’s face and waiting for a reaction; and a reaction he gets.

Hansol immediately stands up, throwing on his sweater and grabbing his keys before running to Joshua and hugging him from the couch, “Thank you so much, Shua. I literally don’t know what I’d do without you.” he mumbles. Joshua pats his head softly, “I know, no need to thank me. Just go get your girl, Nonie.”

Hansol nods and flashes him a gummy smile before slipping on his shoes and running out the door.

Joshua shakes his head from the couch, chuckling to himself, “These kids.”

Hansol struggles to get the key from his pocket, balancing a bouquet of pink Lilies in one hand and your favorite food in the other. He manages to get the door open and attempts to be quiet as he places the items on the dining table.

the apartment is silent; he squints his eyes in confusion. “Baby? Y/n?” he calls, opening your bedroom door and finding the bed neatly done without you there.

his eyes scan the entire room before he bolts to the living room, frantically looking for you and realizing you’re not there. he immediately fumbles for his phone and clicks your contact. he puts it to his ear, “Pick up, come on Y/n pick up,” he whispers.

“Hi, sorry, you’ve reached my voicemail-”

he hangs up the phone and decides to text you.

To: y/n<3

[06:30]

Baby??? Can you pick up please? [Unread]

I’m sorry for earlier, but I’d like to talk about it now if that’s okay. [Unread]

[07:30]

I’m trying not to do the over protective boyfriend stuff but i’m getting a little anxious, my love. [Unread]

I would understand if you’re mad at me, but would you please just call me back? Please? [Unread]

[08:25]

You’re worrying me, just tell me you’re okay. [Unread]

Let’s talk about it, please? I’m not mad anymore, I just want you to respond, I’m getting worried baby. [Unread]

[09:00]

Y/n, I’m begging you to just tell someone you’re okay. I’ve called around and no one knows where you are. [Unread]

If you don’t want to come home, that’s fine, but please let us know that you’re safe. [Unread]

Hansol is two seconds from leaving his apartment and physically searching for you himself before the front door opens. his head snaps up, watching you sniffle and hang your coat up, placing your keys on the counter with a sigh.

he walks to you with quick steps, and you jump, startled when you look up and he’s right there. you open your mouth to speak, but he grabs your waist gently, pulling you into him.

“Where were you?! You didn’t pick up any of my calls, I was so fucking worried, Y/n.” he cards a hand through your hair, trying to soothe not only you, but himself.

you overcome your shock and place your hands on his arms, moving away so you can look at him, “I’m sorry, Nonie. My phone died and I didn’t have anyone else’s to use.”

Hansol makes a face at your words, staring at your appearance. your hair is messy, your eyes are swollen, and you look utterly exhausted; Hansol wants to cry at your disheveled look. “Baby, you can’t just go out for hours on end without telling a single person where you’re going, and then not respond to any of your calls or texts.” he flicks your forehead softly and you pout in response.

“I… was thinking about our conversation earlier,” you murmur, and Hansol's face softens. “I had misplaced the ring before an eight-to-ten-hour surgery.” tears fill your eyes again as Hansol cups your face, wiping them before they can fall. “I was so tired, and it was a little boy and I just… my head wasn’t there and I forgot where I placed the ring beforehand.” you sniffle, looking at Hansol's chest to avoid his eyes.

he lifts your face gently with the hand cupping your cheek and pecks your lips once. “I am so incredibly fucking sorry. you did nothing wrong, I was being an unreasonable ass.”

you stare into his irises, bottom lip pushing out as he swipes over it, “It’s okay, Nonie,” you whisper. but he shakes his head in response, “It’s absolutely not okay. You’re allowed to be really freaking mad at me right now, baby. You’re too forgiving.” he smiles, kissing your temple, “But that’s one of the many things I love about you, I guess.”

“You guess?!” you scrunch your nose at him, and he laughs, gums peeking out adorably as he kisses your nose. “I love everything about you, you know that.” your cheeks redden, and you look away with a faux sulk. Hansol is momentarily distracted by the very cute face you are making, when he remembers what he’s been worried about for hours.

“Okay, I understand why you lost the ring, and really, I’m not mad about it anymore, but that doesn’t really explain where you’ve been all these hours.” he reminds gently, tucking your hair behind your ears.

you look up at him somewhat abashed, “Ah… right. So after our conversation, I decided to… look for the ring?” you squeak out the last part, and Hansol looks at you incredulously, “You’ve been searching for the ring for hours?” he shouts, and you shrink in on yourself at his tone.

Hansol sighs when he looks at your expression, lowering his voice, “Baby, I’m really not mad, at least not at you.” he ruffles his hair with one hand. “I’m just so pissed at myself for letting you think you had to go search for it for hours. I wish you didn’t have to put yourself through that.”

he cups your face, drawing you closer as your noses touch, “No ring in this entire universe is worth as much as you. I can replace a ring, heirloom or not; but there is only one you, and I would give up everything for you.”

you can’t help yourself and drag your hand up his neck, into his hair as you pull his head down, lips touching his. he kisses you with fervor; with love, and you smile into the kiss, prompting Hansol to do the same. when you part, he pecks you over, and over again, until you’re giggling and pushing him away as he laughs.

with bright eyes, he grabs your hand and drags you to the couch, forcing you to sit down. you look up at him questioningly, “I bought your favorite, wait here and I’ll reheat it.”

you nod with a smile and he kisses your cheek before running to the kitchen.

that night, Hansol reassures you with more kisses and cuddles, promising you all the love he has to offer. the two of you go to bed, your face tucked into his neck as you breathe in his soft cologne, staring at the pink Lilies sitting in a vase beside you.

you fiddle with the ring on your finger as you smile into Hansol's neck, eyes drooping on the verge of sleep. well, you could surprise Hansol with the ring tomorrow, you supposed, after all, he was yours and you were his, regardless of any ring.

a/n: well… I ignored the several almost completed drafts I have just to write this in one night. first Seventeen fic, had to do Vernon<3

#vernon x reader #seventeen x reader #vernon x y/n #vernon x you #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #vernon angst #vernon fluff #vernon chwe x reader #seventeen x you #hansol x reader

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larkspurglove · 2 months

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OH MY GODDD THE NEW TRAILBLAZE MISSION IT’S SO GOOD BUT ALSO NONE OF MY THOUGHTS ARE COHERENT AAAAA

Major spoilers for 2.1 ahead!!!!

So first off to the people that voted for Aventurine and Sunday in this poll how does it feel to be right?

ANYWAY THAT WHOLE ENDING WAS FUCKING INSANEEEE, Aventurine walking INTO the Nihility????? And he might not ever come back???? Acheron showing off the true extent of her emanator powers?????? Gallagher being the twist villain and also somehow in control of Something Unto Death???? What the fuck?!

My brain is a mess right now I’m just rotating all of the story in my brain and a hundred miles a minute. The next stuff is just going to be me word vomiting my reaction to stuff in a vaguely chronological order.

First off I LOVEEE how Aventurine-focused the Trailblaze mission was. I was kind of assuming it would be a 50/50 split between focusing on Acheron and focusing on Aventurine but it seems like they’re saving Acheron’s backstory for 2.2 or 2.3.

The little appearance of Boothill??? And how he immediately threatens violence?????? Just a silly guy I can’t wait for him in 2.2 I wanna see them fight. Also I wonder if Constance is making empty promises because it’s possible.

Back to Aventurine, DAMNNN I knew his backstory would be tragic but it’s even more gut wrenching than I expected. The reference in his achievements too??? ‘What do you want Sibyl?’ ‘I want to die.’ THE PROGRESSION FROM AVENTURINE STICKING WITH THIS UNTIL THE END WHERE EVEN THOUGH HE COULD POSSIBLY DIE FOR REAL YET HE DECIDES FO CONTINUE FORWARD BECAUSE EVEN IF WE’RE BORN TO DIE THERE’S A POINT IN LIVING LIFE AND PREPARING FOR THAT INEVITABILITY???? OH MY GOD.

Sunday’s also a scary dude. Maybe being an emanator does that to people but when he did that Harmony mindfuckery on Aventurine I was almost certain that he was going to die because of that. I was also SO pissed at Ratio for selling Aventurine out only to learn they were actually double crossing SUNDAY was insane. I’m glad he finally got to be angry about Robin’s death towards the end though, most of the downtime between 2.0 and 2.1 has been me wondering ‘man his sister just died why doesn’t he feel more distressed.’

Ngl I’m probably gonna dedicate a whole post to Aventurine in this update because 90% of the time I was playing the quest I was either thirsting over him, internally sobbing for him, thinking he was gonna die, or waiting to get back to his POV.

Gallagher is one hell of an enigma because Sunday implies that he’s made up of different ‘aspects’ of each Family member who’s died over however long the dreamscape deaths have been happening, yet he has a past with Siobhan and apparently knew Mikhail??? Like what the fuck????? How long has this been going on????

(Edit: so the use of ‘enigma’ was NOT a pun, when I played the trailblaze quest someone goofed up and forgot to add the line where Sunday calls Gallagher a follower of The Enigmata. Yeah that’s a pretty big lore drop to forget to add.)

I do wish it was foreshadowed slightly better though because the most we get is him being very vaguely sad about his past and also like two people going ‘who the hell is Gallagher.’

One thing I didn’t expect to happen was for a ‘Sam is Firefly’ reveal. Like I had seen the leaks before (not out of my own will sadly) and kind of expected for it to be a 2.2 reveal. Either way yayyyy Firefly is alive!!!

I’m sad that we didn’t really have an Acheron and Welt team up, or at least that we didn’t see more of it. It was kind of hyped up to be a whole B-plot but turned out to only be a few scenes. I’m not complaining because we get a little teeny bit of Welt characterisation but I’m still sad.

I like how Sparkle kind of just shows up to either be a nuisance or a conveniently timed piece to move the plot forward. It’s very fitting with being a Masked Fool.

There’s a lot more I want to scream about but it’s all Aventurine related and I’m gonna save it for its own dedicated post.

2.1 is so fucking good 2.2 and 2.3 better stick the landing.

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cainesrealwife · 7 months

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heyo! could you do some jealous Caine headcanons? maybe reader is hanging around Zooble and Pomni too much, and Caine isn’t getting as much attention as he used to. they can be sfw or nsfw, I don’t mind either! ^^

CAINE GETTING JEALOUS HCS?! WOAH

READER IS GN!!!11!!1

this sadly doesn’t have nsfw I can’t image him acting really that diffrent to make hcs abt it sorry to disappoint GRRRR

(not proof read)

ok where do I start

this man tries to hide his jealousy but fails MISERABLY

your like his main attention giver you mainly talk to him a lot so the most and also most times the only one

of course there are exceptions you can still talk to people without him immediately getting jealous

but when you talked to let’s say Zooble and Pomni instead of him he was displeased👿👿

like he’s really bad at hiding it

he thinks he’s good at it but he isn’t

he will either quickly float over to you or teleport directly next to you

never in front of you if your talking to a person since he tries to be discreet

as soon as he does that he’ll go something along the lines of “HELLO Y/N YOU ARE LOOK GLAMOROUS TODAY” and will try to turn you away from whoever you were talking to

if you try to protest he’ll continue to yapp to you abt anything

it doesn’t matter as long as you are giving attention to him

if he would manage to do that until you’ll give in and turn all your attention to him

(always leading to you swiftly excuse yourself)

he’ll then proceed to talk abt what he thinks are interesting things for you

he wants you too think he’s the most interesting person in on the whole grounds

if he doesn’t manage to however

he will try to be a part of the conversation

he will also look at the other person looking at the from the side

(I do not wanna use side eye🙁)

he will actually very subtle pat you on the back or accidentally let his hand bump against your arm ect…

since I think most circus member would either want to be nice and caine and you alone or just would get embarrassed by the whole situation they would excuse themselves

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examples:

Pomni, Ragatha: “Oh uhm I think I left something in my… room I-I gotta go sorry”

Gangle: “I uhm… I’m gonna go take a nap bye you two”

Kinger: “Oh yea I just remembered I uhm gotta do other stuff I TOTALLY have to leave you two alone now” (try to be smooth but he’s bad at pretending)

Jax: “Oh shucks I just remembered I left some of my stuff in Gangles room I will have to leave you two all alone now… byeeee…” (with a very smug expression)

Zooble: “… oh pschh yea I actually uhm lost one of my limbs I gotta look for it without any help far far away from you two…”

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after they excused themselves caine looks after them with an questioned look

however he quickly turns his attention back to you and will proceed to to the things he would if he succeeded from the start

blablabla

after all that he’ll make sure to extra catch your attention even if you are or aren’t talking to anyone else

he even might try to send you a rose

he wants you to put it in your room so every-time you enter it or look around it you’ll think about him

he of course is assuming you place it somewhere very visible where it’s standing very prominent

the first time this happened he send bubbles to bring you the rose

bubble ate it on the way

after that he always teleported to your room while you weren’t there and leave it on your pillow

EXTRA:

if he catches someone (the only person to do this would be jax) flirting with you (he did it as a joke) he would…!11!1

he wouldn’t even try to hide it he would quickly be next to you grab your back and teleport you to the lake/ carnival/ your room

there he would talk to you about what his plan for his new adventure would be and make sure you look at him

after that he’ll…

😻(hihihi)

…he’ll tell you how your secretly his favourite and about 'how your always doing the best in the adventures'

that would quickly turn into him just praising you about how nice you are too him

eventually he’ll just praise you in general

tell you how beautiful you are how funny you are ect…

besides these sweet things caine also turns slightly mischievous

he will make the next few adventure have parts where specifically only the person who flirted with you (jax and he did it as a joke bc he goofy) will have more problems then the others

sadly couldn’t think of any examples for this sorry :(

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erm… dude what the scallop ;-;…

I DONT LIKE HOW RHIS TURNED OUT AT ALL RAAAHH IT FEELS SO SLOPPY TO ME BUT ITS SO MUCH I CANT DELET IT YEJEIRKENWJEJE

I swear I’ll try to make it better next time this fella so messy GRRRR

I will probably regret uploading this but I will anyways bc I’m abt to take a big nap

sincerely

-@cainesrealwife

#caine #tadc #tadc caine #the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus caine #caine x reader #i need caine so bad #ngh I can’t #tadc x reader

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dannyboy-writes · 9 months

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Of thrones and dragons

Daenerys x male Dragonrider reader who's from ulthos? I will probably make a part to of this who knows

Ser Jorah had told Daenerys tales of Ulthos’ weather. The thick jungle.

Trees taller than she had ever seen and the murmur of wild creatures bristling her skin.

Countless thoughts running through her mind. But one most present. She should’ve brought Drogon with her.

Click.

A broken branch? A booby trap? Or something else?

“Nobody move,” she whispered, raising an eyebrow at Greyworm.

A bright orange ray shone above them. Almost like sunlight.

Definitely warmer.

“Maybe he wasn’t a myth,” Missandei spoke softly.

Suddenly the beast dropped in front of them, with the Unsullied unpacking their spears, and Daenerys tensing all her muscles. Bracing herself.

Dark green scales covered the entirety of your dragon. His face stoic and with gritted sharp teeth.

He was breathing slowly, Daenerys noticed. Calm, deep breaths.

But his eyes were focused on her.

And not only his’, she realised.

You dismounted softly from your beast, ignoring completely the army in front of you. Their spears were sharp and in your direction.

Every soldier was looking at you more menacingly than the last.

Your eyes however, were focused on her.

Long, pale hair, with braids as long as her waist. Falling completely over her back.

Her eyes were inviting, but there was a tint of worry. Of uncertainty.

You shifted your eyes towards your beast, caressing his side slowly until he calmed with you.

“Are you y/n?” She asked.

Quickly your eyebrow raised in your forehead. “Who are you?”

“I’m Daenerys, of house Targaryen. Blood of Old Valyria.”

“And what brings you to the wilds, your majesty,” you mocked.

“I’ve been searching for you for some time. I was starting to believe you were a myth.” She stopped. “Or a ghost.”

“Ah,” you smiled. “And what’s to say I’m not.

“Terrible dangers lie in this land. Untamed beasts and whatmore.” You grinned.

“And tamed ones?”

“Oh, yes, those tend to be the worst. But don’t worry, Wildfire here won’t do you any harm,” you smiled, patting your beast. “Nor will I.”

She smiled and called down her army. “I am in search of a dragon rider, some people called him the best and mightiest of them all. I’ve heard tales of the riders of Uthos.”

“Oh, did you? What did you hear if you may?”

“I heard the forests of Uthos had beasts so swift that their scales blended in with the greenery. And their riders had unmatched skills. Like nothing ever seen in the entire world.”

“Yes, that is true. And why would you need a dragon rider with unmatched skills.” You asked, “Blood of old Valyria you said, you’re supposed to have dragons as well. Although your kind faded with time, I assume the dragons remained.”

“Sadly, no.”

“Whoever told you that is a liar, and you a fool for believing them. Dragons will outlive us all. Just as we outlive birds, and them ants. It’s the way of the world.”

Her face went stoic. “Will you help me in my quest to conquer Westeros, y/n?” She inquired.

You laughed, “Why would I, I don’t give a damn about Westeros. I don’t even know you, for all that.”

“You could have a throne,” she offered.

“I have a throne, or do you see me taking you to speak with someone about this? Why would I want another one? And one so distasteful.” You grabbed a stone from the ground throwing it lazily, “Why do you?”

#daenerys imagine #daenerys stormborn #daenerys targaryen #daenerys x reader #daenerys targaryen imagine #daenerys targaryen x male reader #daenerys targaryen x reader

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buckybarnesb-tch · 11 months

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One Little Trip to the ER

Human Doctor!Klaus M. Yandere Pt.1

Warning: Non/Dub-con (Somnophilia), Previous Abusive Relationship, Drug Use (date rape drugs…kinda?), Breeding Kink, Yandere/Psychopathic Behavior/Manipulation, Assault, Age-Gap

DD:DNE

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Part 2

For Klaus it started in the ER. He loved working in the ER as everyday was different, and it generated some truly funny experiences and stories.

For him it was love at first sight. He saw Y/n sitting on the side of the hospital bed looking tired and uncomfortable but she was beautiful and sweet. As he walked in she looked up at him and blushed, Klaus noticing for the first time the black eye on the side of her face he hadn’t been able to see before however as he also saw her clutching her arm to her body he assumed her eye isn’t why she was here. He had looked at the x-ray and he knew her arm was broken and had clearly been done so purposefully and he was enraged by the idea of someone harming such a sweet girl…his sweet girl.

‘Hello Miss. Y/L/n. I’m Dr.Mikaelson. It’s lovely to meet you, I’m sorry it’s under these circumstances.’ She wouldn’t meet his eyes, now looking down at his shoes as he spoke, and when she responded it was so quiet he nearly couldn’t hear her.

‘Hi. You can just call me Y/n.’

‘Well then you can call me Klaus, hmm? You clearly have a broken arm, the good news is you don’t need surgery, I just need to wrap you up in a cast which a nurse is bringing me right now. Can you tell me what happened Y/n?’ She looked surprised as he pulled the chair over to sit across from her, giving her a harder time avoiding his gaze.

‘I tripped down the stairs is all.’

‘You seem to do that a lot according to your chart. 3 times in the last 2 months you’ve been here.’

She just shrugged as the nurse came in with a tray and set it down for him. ‘I’m a klutz, I always have been…I’m a mess honestly.’

‘Well, I’m sorry to hear that. You have much too pretty a face to be damaging it with bruising.’ Once again she blushed a dark red that was so cute he felt his cock twitch in his pants.

Klaus began wrapping her arm up in gauze before the cast wrap and noticed her taking peeks at him with that blush still heavy on her face.

‘Alright. I’m going to give you a mild pain medication for the next 3 days, I know how difficult sleep is when you’re in pain so they should help and I need to ask you, are you safe going home Y/n? Did someone do this to you?’ He knew the answer, and he could tell from the way she looked at him that she knew that he knew too.

‘I’m okay, thank you. I’m just clumsy.’

‘I don’t think that’s true Y/n and if you change your mind, just come back here, okay?’ She looked surprised but nodded her head.

‘Thank you Klaus. I appreciate it, most doctors are assholes, it’s really nice to see one that’s not.’

‘Sadly that’s true, many doctors lose their compassion through all the politics, regulations and money. Also patients that are rude or drug addicts.’ He teased seeing her smile for the first time, giggling a bit and once again he felt his cock in his pants twitch, clearly not willing to listen to his brain today.

It was at that moment that the curtain was ripped open and a tall man stopped short with a sneer on his face. ‘What the fuck is this?’

‘Jake, this is Dr.Mikaelson. He just wrapped my broken arm.’ He didn’t look shocked or even the least bit gentle.

‘Good. Let’s go.’

‘Hold on there, not so fast. I haven’t discharged her yet. Give me just a moment, she’ll be out soon if you could go wait in the waiting room.’ Jake looked angry instantly and Klaus could see how explosive he could be. Klaus is an angry individual so he knows exactly what a dangerously angry man looks and acts like.

‘I think I’ll stay, Y/n would be more comfortable with me here.’ He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and he watched her cringe but never move away.

‘He can stay.’ Klaus reminded himself that this man is an abuser and that her response is conditioned and not her fault at all. She is just trying to survive.

‘Alright. I’m going to get you the script and your papers. Remember what I said, no more trips down the stairs.’ He warned and she blushed again as he left.

Her boyfriend dragged her out of there as soon as she had the folder and he spent the next week thinking about her like crazy. It didn’t bother him that he was a 36 year old man in love with a 19 year old girl, she was meant to be his and he knew it! That night when he went home he had his hand firmly wrapped around his cock for hours before he was finally willing to search her in the hospital computer and found her apartment address, finding it and finding a spot to sit and watch her, able to see in through her sliding door as she went about her day. That is how he spent his days off.

He saw her again three weeks later back in his ER and he practically snatched the patient folder from his friend, determined to be her doctor.

When he opened the curtain he saw her eye swollen nearly completely shut, her bottom lip split and a dark bruise on her jaw.

‘Y/n. What happened darling?’ She looked up at him stunned.

‘You remember me?’ Her voice was rough and only then did he see the dark red marks on her throat beginning to bruise.

‘Of course I do. I was concerned when I first saw you, especially once I met your boyfriend. Tell me what’s going on.’ He couldn’t stop himself from reaching out and touching her throat, feeling it gently but making sure not to hurt her.

‘I tried to leave…he came home early.’ Tears welled up in her eyes and he sat beside her on the bed, wrapping her in his arms firmly but not too hard, unsure if she was bruised anywhere else.

‘It’s alright. You did so good love, you got away from him. You are so strong.’ She was clearly trying to hold it together but it only took a few seconds for her to fall apart and tighten her arms around his neck, sobbing against him. ‘Let it out lovely, it’s okay. You did so good, you are worth so much more than him, you deserve to be taken care of, and I’m going to take care of you, okay?’

She nodded her head in his neck, sniffling adorably. ‘Thank you Klaus. My throat really hurts.’

‘I can see that. Anything else?’

She showed him her bruised ribs but nothing was broken thankfully. He spent the next few hours taking care of her and giving her some meds so that he could postpone her discharge until he got off, getting her papers just as he was going home having convinced her to stay with him, not willing to let her go back to Jake.

He got her into his car without anyone seeing them and picked up some dinner for them before they got back to his house. ‘I don’t want to put you out, are you sure that this is okay-‘

‘Stop asking that. It’s more than alright. Let’s get you something to sleep in and you can hop into the shower. The hot water will make you feel so much better.’ He grabbed her a Henley and a pair of boxers, he had some of his sisters clothes from how many times she had stayed here but he desperately wanted to see her in his clothes. ‘Now, I want you to tell me Jakes address so that I can go get your things.’ Her eyes went wide and he could see she definitely didn’t see that coming.

‘Klaus, no! I don’t want-‘

‘I don’t want him to set his eyes on your pretty face ever again, he doesn’t deserve it Y/n.’

‘He’ll hurt you! I can’t let you do this, please?’ She looked desperate while he turned on the shower for her.

‘He won’t harm me. I promise, I’m just going to get your already packed bags and come back. Let me do this for you.’ He wasn’t asking, now that she’s in his house she’s not leaving! That idiot will never put his hands on her again!

She gave him the address that he already knew and he smiled, kissing her head and turning to go before she grabbed his arm. ‘Klaus…why are you doing this? You’re my doctor, you’re not responsible for me, why are you helping me? I don’t understand.’ She was confused and scared, he knew she would be but he would never hurt her like Jake did.

‘Admittedly I thought you were gorgeous when we first met, but I was your doctor and I won’t be inappropriate at work. You are a sweet girl trying to get out of an abusive relationship, and you need some help. I’m in a position to do that and I know that if I let you walk out that door and you end up back in that house with nowhere to go and next time I see you it’s in the ICU or worse…I will never forgive myself.’ He teared up, trying to show her how soft and caring he could be knowing that she’s used to a guy who can’t do those things as a psychopath.

Her face fell and he could see how well it was working, she was exactly where he wanted her. She wrapped her arms around him tightly, feeling the tears soak up in his shirt on his shoulder. ‘Thank you Klaus…I won’t forgive myself if you get hurt either, at least let me come with you and-‘

‘No. Get in the shower, you need to rest those sore muscles. Your things will be here by the time you get out and I’ll give you something to help you sleep. I’m off tomorrow, we’ll spend the day relaxing, get you feeling better and we’ll talk about what we’re going to do. Okay? Just try not to worry until then.’ He kissed her forehead and shut the door behind him as he left.

The trip to the apartment was quick, Jake only lived about 5 minutes from him but in a very different neighborhood. Klaus had a large house that he wouldn’t call a mansion but some people probably would and it was on 9 acres of land. The apartment building that this moron had his Princess living in was a shitty floor level place that looked rat infested on the outside, where he could see almost the entire apartment through the sliding door. Good for Klaus now, bad for Y/n in the long run. Unlike Jake, Klaus would never run the risk of any other man seeing his Princess in any exposed fashion, she belonged to him, whether she knows it yet or not.

He knocked on the door loud enough to ensure the jackass would wake up and as soon as the door swung open Klaus dug his fist straight into Jakes face knocking him off of his feet.

‘Yo! What The Fuck Man?!’ He rolled his eyes as he stepped through the door.

‘That’s not even half of what you made Y/n feel. That lovely girl trusted you, gave herself to you, and you repay her by causing her pain?! You don’t deserve to live, you are the definition of garbage and while I want more than anything to kill you, sadly I’m only here for her bags.’ He looked up and saw 2 suitcases a backpack and a duffel bag sitting in the next room which he moved to grab. He carried the suitcases out to his car before coming back and seeing Jake with a baseball bat pointed at him.

‘Get the fuck outta my house! She’s coming back, she’s mine! Y/n knows she can’t live without me-‘

‘Oh but she can. She’s going to stay with me now, she’s mine Jake.’ His eyes practically caught flame before he swung the bat which Klaus ducked back from and grabbed when it got stuck in the wall, hitting the moron and kneeling into him where he now resides on the ground. ‘You will never touch her again, violently or otherwise. But I will, whether she knows it yet or not I will make sure she falls in love with me. It won’t be hard after dating an ass like you, all I need to do is show her how soft and loving I can be. I’m already halfway there, she’s mine now. It’s my hands that will be on her body tonight, kissing every inch of that perfect skin that you enjoyed bruising. My tongue and cock that will fuck every hole she has, and she will only ever cry in ecstasy. The only way, so I’ve been told, you didn’t make her cry.’ He tried to buck Klaus off of him and only ended up thrusting up against him before Klaus punched him again, his head bouncing off of the floor, punching him 3 more times before he stopped not wanting to damage his hands by splitting his knuckles, it would make Y/n wonder what had happened to him. ‘I’m going to taste her. I’m going to fuck her. I’m going to knock her up and make her mine forever, she’ll warm my bed and have my babies, and if you ever come near her again I will kill you. And don’t even think about going to the police for this, you can’t prove anything and my brother is the chief. God forbid your apartment catches fire and no one responds to your call, hmm? Or no one follows up on your accusations of being beaten within an inch of your life by a very well known, and highly respected doctor in this small town. Don’t think about calling her either, if I find out you did, and I will, I’m going to come back here.’ His eyes were bugging out in fear, clearly stunned at the fact that a doctor is kneeling on his chest and threatening to burn his home down. ‘She’s mine.’

He stood, stepping on his chest and walking over him to get the other bags before walking out and shutting the door behind him. After washing the blood off of his hands which luckily weren’t bruised, he looked through all of the bags removing the laptop, iPad and phone from the backpack, mixing up her bags to make it look like they had been pulled apart before stopping at Target on the way home. He tried to be fast so Y/n wouldn’t get worried, grabbing a black weaved basket filling it with a pomegranate and mango body wash and a purple loofah. He also grabbed a black scalp massager, a rosemary and mint shampoo and conditioner along with hair ties, clips, hairbrush, several scents of body scrubs, toothbrush, razors, deodorant and a nail care kit. Klaus wanted Y/n to have everything she would need that he didn’t already have to give her and also allow her to have soap that wasn’t men’s soap. He knew this would make her feel like he was thinking about her in ways Jake never did or would. He got a few different kinds of chocolate for the basket and a soft, fluffy black and red plaid blanket as well as grabbing a giant polar bear stuffed animal he thought she would fall in love with.

When he got home he walked through the door with her duffel bag and backpack to see her standing there with a worried look on her face before she jumped to wrap her arms around him. ‘I missed you too Princess.’ He laughed, dropping the bags and wrapping his arms around her.

‘I thought he had hurt you! You were gone for so long!’ He kissed her cheek before pulling away.

‘I’m sorry. Jake had torn your bags apart and I had to put everything back in, I apologize that they’re messy but I think I got it all. I stopped at the store to get you a few things. I’ll get the suitcases.’ He ran back out, grabbing the suitcases and the basket that he had put together, carrying the bear awkwardly, leaving the basket and bear on the steps, bringing the suitcases in to see Y/n looking through her backpack frantically.

‘He took my phone! My laptop! Bastard!’

‘Relax love, just relax. Come here.’ He pulled her to stand up and wiped her eyes dry. ‘No more tears Princess. He is not worth your tears, you’ve cried too many for him. No more.’ Klaus enjoyed the way her eyes lit up as he said that, her red face smiling up at him happily despite the entire shitty day. ‘Close your eyes Princess.’ She looked confused but did as he said as he quickly moved to grab the basket and bear, carrying them in and shutting the door behind him. The fact that she did what she was told without questioning him let him know he was right when he had chosen her, she truly was perfect.

As he placed the bears head in her hands, it sitting on the floor quite literally more than half of her body height tall, she opened her eyes which widened before she squealed. ‘Klaus! Oh my God! He’s perfect! I love him!’ She dropped to her knees and wrapped her body around him making Klaus laugh. ‘Oh my God! He must have cost a fortune!’

‘Don’t do that. Nothing I ever buy you is something for you to worry about in any way. I have plenty of money. You deserve to be taken care of. Speaking of which.’ He set the basket beside her and she began looking through everything excitedly, smelling the soaps and inspecting everything.

‘You got me a scalp scrubber? I didn’t know men knew what those were!’ She giggled while Klaus took her bags and carried them up the stairs to her bedroom right beside his, coming back down and seeing she was smelling the body scrubs. ‘This is amazing! Peach sorbet, Watermelon, Pineapple? These smell fantastic! I can’t believe you got all of this for me. I have a hair and tooth brush you know? You didn’t have to-‘

‘I wanted to. I wanted to make sure you have everything here to make you comfortable. I would really like it if you would stay, I…I can’t let you end up back there with him. He threatened me with a bat darling.’

‘WHAT!?’

‘He told me you would end up back with him whether you like it or not. I’m genuinely scared what will happen if you leave, I’m asking you to stay Y/n, this-‘ he gestured to the basket. ‘-is me asking you to stay.’ Klaus could tell she was torn and worried and he wanted to ease that for her. ‘You won’t be a bother to me, I have plenty of money, more than I know what to do with honestly and I live alone. Sometimes my sister stays for a few nights or one of my brothers but I would love some company. You’ll have your own room and bathroom, I would prefer you don’t lock the door in case something happens but if it makes you feel better I understand…we can go shopping for whatever else you need, I just tried to get the basics.’

‘Klaus! You did great, okay? It’s all wonderful but…how can I live in your house without giving you anything back? I’m broke, I have nothing. I moved in with him when I was a 17 year old idiot, my family hates me, I have no income-‘

‘I don’t want money. I have money, I like you and I want to help you. I don’t want you to get a job, I want you to rest and get better. For now that’s enough. Now let’s get you to bed.’ He grabbed her backpack and the basket as she carried her bear to her room which she was blown away by. ‘You showered in my bathroom, this one is yours. The sheets were changed since my sister stayed a few weeks ago so it’s all clean.’

‘This room and bathroom is more than half the size of my whole apartment…thank you Klaus. Really, thank you.’ He set the bear down on her bed and hugged her as she laid her head on his chest.

‘If you wait a moment I’ll get you something to help you sleep?’

‘Okay. That sounds great.’

He walked back to his room to the medicine cabinet which had about every kind of medication you could ever need, taking hold of a sleep medication he knew would knock her out! He brought her back a pill and a bottle of cold water, handing it to her. ‘This will help, you won’t be up all night and I have this lotion that should help ease the bruising on your neck…can I?’ He pointed to her throat and Y/n blushed, nodding her head. Sitting on the edge of the bed she pulled her hair into a bun and let him see the marks that had colored significantly since the hospital. ‘How a man does this to his women I will never know. You have wonderful skin, it should never be tainted with bruises.’ He gently rubbed the lotion into her skin and around her eye as well, enjoying being allowed to touch her.

‘Will you put some on my ribs too?’ Klaus nodded, watching as she pulled up his Henley and laid back. He desperately wanted to lean down and press his lips to her stomach, her beautiful untainted skin made him want to touch her everywhere. He took his time rubbing the lotion in everywhere, his cock awakening as he heard her sigh. ‘You’re really pretty. Do you know that? I bet women tell you that a lot.’ He smiled, seeing the sleeping meds beginning to kick in.

‘I’ve been told a time or two. Thank you Princess, you’re very sweet, aren’t you?’ She nodded quickly.

‘Uh huh. I’m the sweetest.’ She giggled and he quickly fixed his shirt to cover his now hard cock in his pajama pants. ‘Why aren’t you married? You’re a sexy doctor, you’re sweet and generous…and rich! Why you got no ring?’

‘Honestly? All of the women I’ve gone out with knew I was a doctor. Most women go out with doctors and only do it for the money. They expect fancy dinners and flowers and gifts and jewelry, they don’t care about me they just want a rich doctor.’ Her face fell instantly and all of a sudden she jumped up, wrapping around his neck and climbing into his lap with her legs around his hips. ‘Oh wow, okay. You’re a lovey little thing when you’re tired, aren’t you?’

‘You’re the sweetest! Why are women so awful!? You should be with a man because he’s wonderful and sweet…then again I moved in with a broke idiot at 17 because I loved him and I didn’t care about money and look at where I am? Mooching off a sexy doctor cause my boyfriend is an abusive fuck face! I’m such an idiot-‘

‘You’re not an idiot. He is for letting you go. I love the fact that you’re not a greedy bitch, you are wonderful and I think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you.’ Klaus was focused on holding his hips back so that she didn’t feel his hard-on against her pussy. She pulled back from his neck and looked up at him for just a moment before looking up and pressing her lips to his, completely surprising him.

He pressed his lips against hers and pressed his hand to her neck to hold her in place, hearing her moan against his mouth before seeming to realize all at once what she was doing and pulling back with a dark red face, nearly falling onto the floor if he hadn’t grabbed her. ‘Oh God! I’m sorry! Im so sorry Klaus, I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m so-‘ He pressed his hand over her mouth to stop her from talking.

‘Stop, it’s okay! It’s alright, I’m not upset. I’ve already told you that I like you. No more worrying, come on, let’s get in bed sleepy girl.’ She laid back on the pillows against her stuffed animal while he spread her new blanket over her. His hand reached up and brushed her hair from her face, seeing her eyes closed and watching her breathing even out as she drifts off, the medication wreaking havoc on her body and pushing her into dreamland. ‘Y/n?’ She didn’t respond to him so he tried again. ‘Y/n? Are you awake?’ Nothing. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her soft lips all over again and just imagining how they would feel around his cock. His hand trailed up her side, caressing her hip and ribs before pushing the shirt over her chest to reveal it to his eyes. ‘Fuck.’ Klaus groaned, hesitating only a second before leaning down and wrapping his lips around her nipple which cause her to gasp and moan a needy moan. Kissing across her breasts to suck on her other rosy nipple before kissing down her bruised ribs and belly until he got to his boxers. ‘Just a taste…just a little taste.’ The boxers came down easily though he froze halfway down as she moaned a bit, her hand moving to squeeze at her own breast in her sleep thanks to his actions. As the boxers got to her knees he looked at her pretty little pussy, spreading her lips apart and leaning down to trail his tongue up her slit, a high pitched moan falling from her perfect lips. ‘So sweet! God I want you to ride my face so fucking badly! Such a pretty little pussy.’ Klaus tried his best to be delicate as he tasted her, caressing her bud with his tongue and instantly becoming addicted to the sweet juices her cunt made especially for him. He pushed his middle finger into her hole and felt how tight she was, he knew that idiot couldn’t have even begun to make her feel good but Klaus knew that he could! He pulled the boxers off the rest of the way before lifting her legs onto his shoulders and burying his face into her pussy knowing that the medication had kicked in enough that she wouldn’t be waking and even if she did, with the high dose he gave her she would just pass it off as a dream.

Her hips began to move against his face after a few moments of him spearing his tongue into her tight hole and her sweet little whimpers had made him harder than he believes he’s ever been in his life. It didn’t take long before her muscles tightened and she came all over his mouth allowing him to clean the rest of her cream from her cunt before pulling away and finally taking a deep breath, resting his head on her thigh.

‘You’re mine now Princess, and I will never let you get away. I’m going to make you all mine.’ He sat up, ripping his pants and boxers away before spreading her legs and resting his cock against her wet slit. ‘I’m going to fuck you so full you’ll be carrying my babies before you know it. Can’t wait to see your belly swell with my child.’ He rocked back and forth, rubbing himself over her, unwilling to fuck her before she was awake to cry out in ecstasy but unable to stop himself from touching her sweet pussy. ‘All mine gorgeous.’ He growled, his hips jerking forward, covering his mouth to stop the loud cry that escaped his lips when he came all over her cunt. ‘Look how beautiful you are. Perfection.’ Grabbing his phone from his pocket he quickly snapped a picture of her like this, breasts exposed under her bunged up shirt, naked from the chest down and covered in his cum on her glistening pussy. ‘By tomorrow you will be beneath me willingly, and I promise you will enjoy every second of it.’

Klaus quickly cleaned her off before redressing her and lifting her from the bed, carrying her into his bedroom and tucking her under the covers beside him. He wrapped around her and before he could move her she snuggled her face into his chest where she comfortably slept for the rest of the night.

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zweetpea · 7 months

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Happy Birthday My Love

Happy birthday L

ao3 version: here

It was the best day of the year. That is to say it was Halloween, and more importantly your husband L’s birthday.

I know right? You snatched the greatest detective in the world? Obviously, you’re beautiful. Anyway enough about you!

————

You met him in a cafe in NYC when he was 23 and you were 21. You were reading a Sherlock novel, he ordered 14 big cookies, 2 strawberry slices shortcakes, Jasmine tea with a bowl of sugar cubes, and a banana split. He sat right by your table and you looked over with concern.

“…are you okay?”

“Excuse me?”

“I’m concerned for your health. You can’t seriously eat all of that in one sitting.”

“Why can’t I?”

“Because that’s not a proper lunch.” You say as you lift up your drink.

“Of course not. This is my pre lunch snack to get my brain stimulated.” At his statement you spit out your drink in surprising.

“What are you, diabetic? How can someone eat so much and yet be so skinny.”

“I find that you can burn calories by using your brain.”

“Okay Einstein. Just don’t drop dead anytime soon. I’m just here on vacation, I don’t need the police suspecting me to be the serial killer going around.”

“Why would they think that? You’re just a tourist.”

“I don’t find most police to be very bright or effective. Private Investigators do more work in a week than any beat cop could do in their entire life.”

The strange man was silent for a second, so you assumed that the conversation was over. However you weren’t expecting him to hold out a cookie for you. “Take it. Movie theater popcorn isn’t that good.”

“The hell?”

“Your tickets. Jaws, 1:15. I assume that your waiting for someone. You only got a drink and during lunch hour most people buy food.”

“Oh really? When do you have lunch, if this is your snack?”

“Same time as your movie. The only difference between then will be I’ll be dinning on fine quality food and you’ll be having stale popcorn and processed butter.” You look away. “Did I strike a nerve.”

“No offense but you’re a stranger. I don’t think it’s appropriate for me to spill my guts and whole life story to you.”

“Yet you asked me if I was okay.”

“Yeah, I’ve never seen anyone eat so many sweets. Is it a crime to be concerned?”

“No. Just think of this as me repaying the generosity.”

“My Fiancé and I came out here to meet his parents.”

“You’re a little young to be getting married.”

“Uh, thanks? I don’t think it’s that weird, I’m 21. It’s not like I’m 12 being married off to some foreign diplomat.”

“Let me give you some advice. He either gave you the ring to get you to shit up or because he wants an unpaid maid.”

“Excuse me?”

“21 men don’t typically give up on hooking up with bimbo’s in short leather skirts. I’m 76%- no, 78% certain that he’s going to cheat on you by years end if he’s not already cheating. And judging by the way you smile sadly at your ring and scrunch your hands around your tickets I think you know that too.”

“What would you do if you were me?”

“Dump him and go out with the skinny diabetic across from you, clearly.” He responded sarcastically.

“Ha, you’re so funny.” You replied back with the same tone, rolling your eyes.

“You should at least tell him what you want. If he’s not willing to negotiate, leave him.”

“What I want, huh? I want to go see Jaws, would any diabetic Einsteins be interested in movie theater candy?”

“Okay that jokes run its course. No I’m not interested in that chewy soulless garbage.”

“Could I bribe you with another slice of cake?”

“I thought that you were worried about my health? Also this is highly improper.”

“Making a new friend?”

“Chatting up a man when you’re engaged.”

“It’s not like I’m asking you out, I just don’t want to go to my movie alone. When life gives you lemons, ya know?”

“Cake and cookies. You eat some too okay. I’m Yuuji.” You shook him hand and replied back with your own name.

——

“Okay, why do you like this movie?”

“It’s a classic! Sure they probably should’ve just poisoned the stupid thing. Sometimes the right answer is the most obvious one.” You two smiled as you walked out of the theater.

He stopped dead in his tracks. “Sometimes the answer is the most obvious one. I gotta go, here…” he scribbled down something on his ticket and handed it to you. “Nice to meet you, friend.” He trotted off down the street. You looked down at his ticket and saw he gave you his number.

“Huh, not bad Emo boy.”

————

“My love, wake up. I made you breakfast.” You say as you kiss his neck.

“Let me sleep in on my birthday.” He groaned. “Don’t temp me to give in with that sultry voice. You know I can’t say no to you when you do that.”

“Not true. It’s only 82.79% affective. As evident of now.”

“I stayed up late for weeks to perfect your favorite pancakes for you.”

“How’d I get so lucky to have a wife like you?”

“Good question, better question though is how did I manage to impress the world’s 3 greatest detectives?”

“By being intoxicating.” He replied smoothly.

“Okay Casanova, eat up before you food gets cold.” He smirked, grabbed you by your waist and pulled you into bed with him. Then he trailed kisses from your collar bone up to your jaw and finally planted a long deep loving kiss on your lips. “L!”

“How can you be mad at me when I have the sweetest treat right here in my arms?”

“I love you, L.”

“I love you too.”

BONUS:

L: Mmh, these buttercream cheese and strawberry pancakes are delicious. Thank you my wife.

You: A perfect meal for my perfect husband. Mwah!

You Two kiss!

#l x reader #l lawliet #l lawliet x reader #L fluff #L Lawliet fluff

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triple-asstro · 1 year

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That Heartbreak Prince, Kíli

summary: kili and his lover bicker over who should stay warm with the help of kili's jacket.

word count: 1.5k

saw @mikathemonster's post about there not being enough kili fics and i agree, so i wrote this! hope you all like it <3

(yes that was a taylor swift reference, love her and her music <3)

Curse Mirkwood, and curse those elves.

Traversing through the Mirkwood forest wasn’t going to be a difficult task, and you weren’t expecting anything more. It still bitterly stung when they ordered you to drop your weapons and pulled both you (and the future Queen of Erebor, but that’s a tale for another day) from your hiding spot, riddled with cobwebs. Not even the heart-eyed expression on Kíli could sweeten your sour mood, no matter how adorable it was.

Those cobwebs still rested on your head, being swiftly removed by Kíli and tossed into the right corner. The stone walls of the prison stinged your eyes, spotting multiple dried bloodstains scattered on the floor; potentially years old based on the maroon colouring.

“Even with these cobwebs, they never seem to hinder your charm amrâlimê,” Kíli remarked, a cheeky smile appeared on his face. A grin plastered on your face, eyes forgetting from the stain. It seemed Kíli spotted your observation, as if your minds were linked into one. “Hm, already observing our prison?”

“Of course. Sadly, there’s not much to observe,” you wistfully stated.

Kíli’s eyes squinted, deep in thought. His eyes crinkled around the corners, and his eyebrows did the most unique thing when he’s in this state of mind. They would furrow together, one slightly higher than the other, creating a brief unibrow, which was always an amusing sight to witness. He viewed the landscape you were analysing before, spotting the dried blood.

“What about that? Quite the decoration, isn’t it?”

“Not particularly,” you began, Kíli’s eyes softening at what was coming next. “That kind of bloodstain because of its dark maroon colouring means that it’s been a while since anyone inhabited this place. Blood has a more vibrant colouring if it’s only been a few weeks or less, darkening over time. I could potentially see how the Elvenking would have that stain appear since it’s been quite some time since there haven’t been travellers in Mirkwood for capturing, or any that didn’t escape.”

Kíli widely grinned, his puppy eyes more enchanting than ever.

“I’m rambling again, I assume?”

“No, just talking. Talking in that alluring voice I love dearly.” he responded, inching closer on the stone chair, grabbing your hand. Your heart ignited, as if a string was interlinked between us, only conjoining once you and Kíli’s hands were reunited. An odd phenomenon, but one you weren’t complaining about.

A giggle echoed from outside, one that called both you and Kíli to peer from the emerald-green bars. Just down one level from you, was that future Queen of Erebor, draping Thorin’s fur coat over his sleeping figure. The coat flew through the air, waving almost majestically before slowly faltering down. Even his coat had a regality added to it.

You could feel Kíli’s giggles graze your cheek, his head lazed on your shoulder. “Cannot believe this is happening to my mother’s brother. He’s probably going to grumble like usual.”

“Probably. It’ll be worth every second, however.” you mentioned, jolting back like children once you saw her wide-eyed gaze dart towards you both. The laughs shared between you both were the only laughs shared that night, the rest of the Company were too busy grumbling and attempting to escape. Granted, you were trying that too but it was more whittling away the gates with spare rock and rubble.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook you, as it did with everyone, some more slowly than others. It was hardest with Kíli, his mind refused him any rest, much to your displeasure. The journey had proven its toll on you and you wished to find any solace that sleep could offer you. It proved to be difficult with this repetitive ticking sound. It was an itching sound that burrowed deep and refused to budge, like glass clinking on stone. With one more tick, you jostled up, darting your head right.

You saw Kíli, his bored downturned eyes following a round object he had in his palm. He tossed in the air, the object floating before missing his hand and clattering to the ground, being caught by your outreached hand. You also took a slight note at his sudden lack of his jacket, which you quickly found draped around your body. His jacket, your body, interlinked as one.

You examined the stone he’d dropped, the object shining a blue iridescence with intricate runes etched onto the surface. It had to be a labradorite mineral from the looks of it. “What is this?”

“It is a token,” he stated, picking it up from your hand, fingers tracing over the engraved runes.

“If any but a dwarf reads the runes, they will be forever cursed.”

He swiftly showed you the stone, as if it was to unleash a horrible curse on you, causing you to jerk back. He paused, tucking the stone away behind his back, causing you to rest back into your previous position. You’d had enough foolishness for one night.

“Or not.”

You rose back up, now in a mix of confusion and intrigue. But you weren’t going to admit that, for if you did, you’d just be playing into his game and you didn’t want to enlarge his ego anymore than it already had.

“Is it a token, then?”

“Hm? Oh, yes,” he said, sitting down next to you. “It was a token gifted to me by my mother. I remember her shoving it in my hand before me and Fí set off. ‘Promise me, Kíli. You better come back in one piece, with your brother if you can.’ She practically made me memorise it.”

“I can help with that,” you said. “Getting back home in one piece, I mean. I’ll protect you.”

“Nonsense, who will protect you then? You could get hurt.”

“You could too, you dolt.” you reminded, watching in slight hilarity as his expression blinked, as if his mind was completely empty. You shoved his shoulder, sending him stumbling back to his seat opposite of the room. “Now, get rest.”

With a pout, Kíli obliged, curling up into a ball. Sounds echoed from above, sounds of cheering and music. Guards occasionally passed by, even one with auburn hair watching your cage with close precision. You’d never heard of an auburn haired elf, but she quickly left before you could speak.

Kíli’s small shivers drew your attention away, however. The way his face contorted in unease and frigidity made guilt tug at the jacket wrapped around you. Eventually, it was strong enough for you to take off the jacket and drape it over him, the coat flying in a similar way to Thorin’s. When it fully rested over his body, you returned to your bed, resting with ease.

Unfortunately, when you acted in your decision, you unknowingly started a little game. A few minutes passed as you felt a familiar texture cover you. As you slightly cracked your eyes open, you saw him return to his bed as well, a content smile stuck on his face. When you awoke, you found his jacket back on your body, along with the stone he had mentioned earlier, tucked into your palm.

This ‘game’ had continued for quite a while, with you whispering for him to ‘stay still’, but of course Kíli being Kíli, he defied. Finally, you decided to go through with the usual routine, except wait for him to awake, catching him in his act. ‘An excellent plan,’ you thought. You got up, resorting to shoving the jacket onto him and placing the stone in his hand. Instead of turning around, you simply took a few steps back, gaze completely fixated on him.

As predicated, his eyes flung open, clutching the jacket and ready to dash to you before being pinned back by your arm. Eyes wide with shock and mouth slightly agape, he could only stammer at your words.

“Keep it, son of Durin. You need it more than I do.”

His mouth clamped shut, solemnly nodding as you walked back to your place, eager to get some true rest. The game was fun, not to be mistaken otherwise, but rest was a rarity and you weren’t missing it.

When you awoke, it was hard to tell how much time had passed. Whether it’d been minutes or days, your mind was groggy and scrambled. It took a considerable amount of time to process what Kíli was saying, or more excitedly rambling to you. The sight of Bilbo unlocking the lower cage doors, keys jingling filled in all the gaps you needed. You pressed your head through the bars, spotting Bilbo working faster than ever. You clutched your shoulder, feeling a soft leather wrap around you.

A soft leather.

A jacket.

Kíli’s jacket.

“Kíli…”

“You were shivering!” he sheepishly answered. His earnest expression made it hard to stay mad at him for long. You sighed, mumbling something about giving his jacket back as soon as you both got out of Mirkwood and to safety.

That didn’t stop Kíli from having a smug expression until then.

#kili x reader #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit #kili durin #hobbit fic

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Madness - Chapter 16

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Though this officer considers himself to be an expert on all matters dragonkind, there is a great deal we don’t know about the way dragons govern themselves. There is a clear hierarchy among the most powerful, and deference is paid to elders, but I have not been able to discern how it is they make laws for themselves or at what point a dragon decided to bond only one rider, rather than go for better odds with two.

—Colonel Kaori’s Field Guide to Dragonkind

The Empyrean?

“What do you mean?” I ask Aon.

“Don’t leave the field. This might take a while.” He answers.

„What might—” My question dies on my tongue as the biggest dragon I’ve ever seen, even larger than Tairn, stalks toward us from the opening to the valley. Each dragon it passes walks into the center of the field and follows after, gathering dozens as it walks.

My breath catches and I can feel fear coursing over me.

“Is that…” Liam looks at me with wide eyes.

“Codagh.” I whisper.

General Melgren’s dragon.

I make out the patchy holes in his battle-scarred wings as he comes closer, his golden gaze focused on Aon in a way that makes me nauseous. He growls, low in his throat, turning those sinister eyes on me.

Aon rumbles his own growl, stepping forward so I’m between his massive claws, with Liam at my side.

There’s zero doubt I’m the subject of both disgruntled snarls.

“Stay close to your friend until we return.” Aon orders.

The riders are eerily silent as the dragons empty the meadow, taking flight in a steady stream near the end and landing halfway up the southernmost peak in a shadowy grouping I can barely define in the moonlight.

The second the last of the dragons flies off, chaos erupts. First-years swarm the center of the field, where I happen to be standing, shouting in exuberance and searching for their friends. My eyes scan the crowd, hoping for some glimpse of—

“Ethan!” I shout, spotting him in the mob. I grab Liam’s arm and pull him toward Ethan.

„Aelin!” He crushes me into a hug, and after a moment Liam joins us.

“I’m so glad you’re both okay.” I whisper them.

“And we all bonded.” Liam laughs as we stand in a tight circle.

“Who did you bond?” I grin at Ethan.

“A Green Daggertail.” He says with a wide grin. “Cáradh. And it was easy. I saw him and just knew.”

“I’m so happy.” I say and I mean it.

We’re alive. And we’re Riders. We can stay together.

“Did you see Rio? He’s not here. Not that I miss him.” Ethan looks around.

“He is not here. And he won’t be.” I say in a cold voice.

“What do you mean?” Liam looks at me, then the blood on my clothes. “Did he…”

“He ran and took with him one of my daggerrs.” I shrug. “But it’s not his blood.”

“What the hell, Aelin?! What happened?” Ethan stares at me with a shocked expression.

“They tried to kill Violet, along with Jack and Oren.” I watch Violet as she talks with her friends. “I killed Oren, and Rio. Tynan was scorched by Tairn. Unfortunately Jack is still alive.”

“What the hell?” Ethan asks again. “Are you all right? Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m fine.” I smile at them.

“Cadet Melgren.” I hear a familiar voice behind me.

“Yes?” I turn around.

Fuck, he’s The General’s aide.

“General Melgren wishes to see you.” He says flatly.

I can feel the colors draining from my face.

“I’m coming.” I say but as I try to follow after him, Liam grabs my arm.

“Aelin, are you sure?” He whispers.

“I can’t avoid him. And you know that.” I smile at him sadly. “Don’t worry, I’ll be alright. We’re in public.”

I follow the aide, and we arrive sooner than I hoped.

The General stands beside the dais as I approach. He looks over me with critical eyes.

“Walk with me.” Without waiting for a response, he walks toward the forest.

It’s dark and I doubt that anyone can see us from the field. I stop at arm’s length.

He turns and looks at me with cold eyes.

“I assume that is not your blood. I trained you better than that.” He says, reffering to my clothes.

“It isn’t mine.” I say. How nice of him to be concerned, I think sarcastically.

“Hm. You should have been more cruel at the challenges. Then they wouldn’t dare to attack you.” He gives a disapproving look. “I didn’t raise you to be soft-hearted.”

“I wasn’t the one who was attacked.” I try to answer briefly.

“Then you were the one who attacked them?” He raises his eyebrows. “Good. Finally, you show some resemblance.”

I won’t correct him. Believe what he wants.

“Now, that you have an even stronger connection with that Riorson boy, I expect more information from you.” He says with a glint in his eyes. I don’t like it.

“Stronger connection? What do you mean?” I ask in a confused voice.

“Your and his dragon are from the same den. They share their parents.”

What. The. Hell.

“Then… are they siblings?” I ask in a schoked voice.

“According to our current knowledge, yes.” He nods. “That’s why I expect from you to get closer to him.”

“Do you have a reason why you suspect him?” I ask hesitantly. I need to know if he has proof. “I mean I haven’t seen anything suspicious yet.”

“It’s not your place to ask questions, cadet.” He says coldly. “I have every right to be suspicious. He’s the son of Fen Riorson.”

“I understand that it’s not my place. But if I have more information then I can be more efficient in obtaining information.” I try to convince him.

“I’ll think about it. I expect your next report soon, cadet.” He says and without a word walks away.

Damn. I can feel myself shaking as I lean against the tree. It went… surprisngly smoothly.

I have to convince the General to share information with me. Then I can try to avoid certain topics.

In the silence I can hear voices not too far away from me.

„That’s unfair to ask him.” I hear Violet’s voice as the sound of whipping wings interrupts the night. The dragons are flying back. They’ve made their decision.

“I’m ordering you to answer, squad leader.” I hear Xaden’s voice. What are they doing here in the dark?

“No. I wouldn’t have.” Dain too? Interesting. „It would have killed me to watch something happen to you, Vi, but the rules—”

“It’s all right,” I hear Vi’s weak voice.

What the hell happened?

“The dragons are returning,” Xaden says as the first of them lands on the illuminated field. “Get back to formation, squad leader.”

I see as Dain walks away then I walk to where Violet and Xaden are.

“What did you do with Dain? He looked like he bit into a lemon.” I say.

Violet turns around and smiles at me. Unlike her Xaden glares at me.

“What are you doing here, sunshine?” He eyes me warily.

“I had things to do. It’s none of your business.” I look at him then Violet. “Probaly we should go back.” I say to Vi.

“Yeah, let’s go. I don’t want to stay here with him.” She says angrily and marches away.

“What did you do to her?” I ask Xaden. “I’ve rarely seen her so upset.”

“It was not me. Your friend Dain.” He crosses him arms.

“He’s not my friend. I don’t like him more than you.” I say. “Now if you excuse me, I have to go back.”

Suddenly he grabs my arm and looks at me with something in his eyes. Is it…concern?

“Are you all right, sunshine?” He asks. “You seem a little bit shaken up.”

I stiffen and I look away for a moment. “Yes, I’m fine. But it’s nice of you to worry about me.” I wink at him.

“I don’t worry about you. It’s just… I’m curious, sunshine.” He relases my arm and steps closer. “Did something happend after the dragons left?”

“Why would you think that?” I ask with raised eyebrows.

“I watched you. You were so happy to see your friends, and now you look like a ghost.” He says leaning closer. “You were the same weeks ago when that man told you your father wishes to see you.”

I try to pull away but he gently grabs my shoulders.

“You can tell me, Aelin.” He whispers.

That’s probably the first time he said my name.

But I can’t tell him. He protects the marked-ones and I’m basically a spy. He would hate me.

“I’m fine, Xaden. Really.” I smile at him with warmth in my eyes. He’s really worried, and it feels good to know he cares about me. At least a little. “I have to go back, Aon will be worried.”

He slowly relases me and I quickly walk away. I search for Aon and I see him next to Tairn. Is this some sort of order? Tairn is the center and next to him is Aon. It means that Aon is the second strongest?

“Yes, it is little one.” Aon answers in my head. “And I told you to stay with your friend.” He lowers his head as I approach him.

“I know, but The General wanted to speak with me.”

“We’ll talk about it later. Now you should pay attention.” He nudges me between his legs with his head.

What did they decide?

General Melgren moves toward the front of the dais, his uniform dripping in medals. Violet’s right in one way—the top general in our kingdom is terrifying. He’s never had an issue using infantry for fodder, and his cruelty when it comes to overseeing the interrogation—and execution—of prisoners is well-known, at least at our family’s dining room table. His enormous nightmare of a dragon takes up the entire space beside the dais, and a hush falls over the crowd as Melgren angles his hands in front of his face.

“Codagh has relayed that the dragons have spoken regarding the Sorrengail girl.” Lesser magic allows his voice to magically amplify over the field for all to hear.

“While tradition has shown us that there is one rider for every dragon, there has never been a case of two dragons selecting the same rider, and therefore there is no dragon law against it,” he declares. “While we riders may not feel as though this is… equitable”—his tone implies that he’s one of them—“dragons make their own laws. Both Tairn and…” He looks over his shoulder and his aide rushes forward to whisper in his ear. “Andarna have chosen Violet Sorrengail, and so their choice stands.”

The crowd murmurs, but my shoulders sag in acute relief. That’s fantastic.

„As it should be,” Aon grumbles. “Humans have no say in the laws of dragons.”

Violet’s mom steps forward and makes the same gesture with her hands to project her voice, but I can’t concentrate on what she’s saying as she closes out the formal portion of the Threshing ceremony, promising the unbonded riders another chance next year. If they don’t manage to kill one of us while our bonds are weak in the next few months and try to bond our dragons themselves.

I belong to Aon…and…

“Is Sgaeyl your sibling?” I ask Aon. I have to know if it’s true.

“Who told you that?” He asks and glances at me.

“When I talked with The General he said that you share your parents.” I look at his golden eyes.

“That’s true. She is younger than me by a couple of years.” He blinks at me. “Why does it matter?”

“It’s not that. I was just curious.” I answer.

“You can’t keep secrets from me, little one. I’m in your head. And I trust you to do the right thing.” He lifts his head up.

The right thing? It’s not that easy.

I glance across the field at Xaden. As if sensing my gaze, he looks over and holds my gaze with a raised eyebrow.

“Welcome to a family that knows no boundaries, no limits, and no end,” General Sorrengail finishes, and a cheer resounds around the field. “Riders, step forward.”

I look left and right in confusion, but so does every other rider.

“Five steps or so,” Aon says.

I take them.

“Dragons, it is our honor as always,” Mom calls out. “Now we celebrate!”

Heat blasts my back, and I hiss in pain as riders on both sides of me cry out. My back feels like it’s on fucking fire, and yet everyone across the field is cheering raucously, some of them racing our way.

Other riders are caught up in embraces.

“You’ll like it,” Aon promises. “It’s unique.”

The pain fades to a dull ache, and I glance over my shoulder. There’s a solid blue…something peeking out from the vest. “I’ll like what?”

“Aelin!” Liam reaches me. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine. I guess now we’re officially riders.” My lips curve. It’s all…surreal, all too much for one day.

“Where’s your…” He lets go and circles me. “Can I unlace this? Just the top?” he asks, tugging at the raised neck of the back of my vest.

I nod. A few pushes and pulls later, the crisp October air nips at the base of my neck.

“Holy shit. You have to see this.”

“Tell the boy to move,” Aon orders.

“Aon says you should move.”

Liam steps out of the way.

Suddenly, my vision isn’t mine. I’m looking at my own back through…Aon’s eyes. A back that has a glistening blue relic of a dragon with an open mouth, ready to torch someone. It’s huge. It reaches from shoulder to shoulder with his wing, down to my waist, where his morningstartail curls.

“It’s beautiful,” I whisper. I’m marked by his magic as a rider now, as his rider.

“I know,” Aon answers.

I blink, and my vision is mine again, and Liam’s hands lace up my corset quickly.

“You look fantastic.” He winks at me.

I laugh and glance at my side where Violet is and…

Dain is fucking kissing Violet.

What. The. Hell.

#fourth wing #fanfiction #fourth wing fanfic #liam mairi #the fourth wing #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #oc #the empyrean #xaden x oc #xaden riorson x oc #sgaeyl #tairn #andarna #dragons #dain aetos

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midnight-talescape · 2 years

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Wine (Thranduil x Reader)

Kinktober day 6: Size difference

I’m gonna be honest here there isn’t a lot of that, but there sure as hell is a lot of other things in there.

Warning: implied consent, food play, gem play? Size difference, yandere tendency, ooc a little bit, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

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You were quite excited to see your childhood friend again, seeing how you guys hasn’t seen each other since you left.

You tried finding him at the banquet, assuming you can find the owner of the castle at his own banquet, but sadly he was nowhere to be found.

Figuring he will find you himself, you decided to just enjoy the banquet.

You were laughing at the joke the elf in front of you made, when a guard told you the king want you. You quickly nodded with a little “Finally” under your breath, before you politely excuse yourself and went to find the king.

Eventually following the directions the guard gave you, you reached the garden and found Thranduil staring into the lake, as the moon reflect off his hair.

You quickly run towards him, and when he turn around you jumped into his arm.

“Thranduil, I miss you! How have you been?”

Thranduil wrapped his arm around your waist, use to your bubbly personality that’s so different from his and how tiny you was compared to him.

“I couldn’t find you anywhere, I was about to think you have decided to hate me,”

Thranduil listen on as you continue to chatter in his arm, oblivious to the way he felt.

It’s been so long, too long since you guys has last seen each other.

But despite all that, you were still like the way he remembered. Like a ray of light that attract everyone.

Remembering the elf he saw you talking to earlier he tighten his hold around you.

“An- ow! Thranduil let go a bit your holding on too tightly,”

“My apologies, it’s just been a while,”

Hearing that you let out a giggle, surprise at how unlikely it was for him to reveal his feeling.

“I didn’t know you missed me that much,”

‘Oh more then you will ever know’

Thranduil thought as a dark color flash through his eyes.

You ignored the way he hold on too tight, thinking it was a temporary feeling.

Eventually Thranduil offered to take you to tour his vault.

You agreed knowing full well how much he pride in his gem collection. Also gems are pretty.

You followed him to a vault door you have never seen before, and ask,

“Is this new? I could have sworn I broke into every vault this place has?”

He nodded his head and said,

“My personal vault, made after you left,”before gesturing for you to go in.

Which you did and you marvel at the beauty of it. Jewelry and treasure are everywhere and piles and piles of white gem can be seen in chest aligning the shelf.

“Walk around and have a look, (Y/N),”

You did exactly that and promptly tripped and sent a few shelf crashing on the ground.

Thranduil pulled you into his chest to protect you from the chaos and after all was calm, you nearly cry at the messed you made.

White gem litter the floor, what was once neat and organized is now a land of chaos.

With shaking breath you hold onto Thranduil and ask,

“How much are all of these worth?”

Thranduil looked around and gave you a number that you cannot pay off, seeing how you were sulking in the corner he said,

“Do something for me and the debt will be paid,”

You jumped up in excitement and ask，

“Really?!”

After being reassured you quickly agreed and Thranduil told you what he wanted you to do.

“Make some wine for you? That’s it?” you tilted your head at the odd request,

Thranduil nodded his head, before stating his reason,

“I have heard of a way to make the most delicious wine, but the way to make it is a bit, ah how do I say this, personal. So help me and our debt will be paid,”

“Weird, but okay,”

Thranduil told you to stay here, before leaving and coming back with a container and a basket of grape.

He then picked you up onto a table before commanding,

“Open your leg,”

“What?”

Thranduil look down and with a tiny smirk he said,

“The wine it self need to be made from grape crushed in a elve’s slit,”

Hearing his word, your face turn beet red.

“Wha- thats no- I didn’t know!”

“You don’t have to do it, you could just pay off the debt,”

Not having the money and embarrass from the idea, you try to beg for mercy, which didn’t work.

Finally decided, you grit your teeth and agreed. After all it’s just crushing some grape, no one has to know.

Seeing your acceptance, he gently peeled off your outfit. Looking at your tiny slit with a intent that made you blush.

“St-stop staring and get started, Thranduil,”

Seeing your blushing face, he smiled,

“If you insist my lady,”

He then tried to pushed his finger into it,

“Eeeek! Wha-what are you doing?”

“I have to check something,” with that he stopped his attempt and insert the first grape,

You shivered from both the freezing coolness of the grape and having something intrude into your body.

One, two, three, soon you lost count of how many was in you, and you clinged on to Thranduil sleeve as he continue without stopping, putting more into you.

“Ho-how many, ungh, more is there?

Seeing how you’re on the verge of tear, he stopped and gave you a kiss on your forehead,

“This should be good for now, you’re doing so well,”

You shuddered as you felt the grape moved in your stomach. With shaking hand you pushed down on it, hoping the pressure could crush it and you can be over with it.

“Haaa…”

You let out whimper as tear streams down your face. Struggling to do the task as a unfamiliar feeling wash over you.

Thranduil watch as you struggle.

You’re so tiny compare to him, he wonder if you can even take all of him in.

You was already struggling with a single finger, he might just break you.

He has always want to do that, ever since he first met you.

What was once a feeling of destruction has change to lust. Watching as you shudder and cry from the task he handed you only increase the feeling.

Eventually watching you suffered enough, he lift up your hand and you looked up with teary eye.

“You’re doing it too slow, beg and I will help you,”

Normally you will question this behavior, but this isn’t normally.

“Pl-please help me, Thranduil,”

“As you wish then,”

He forced his already waiting member into your tiny body, and you hold onto him as you sobbed from the pain of being split open, the difference in size being evident.

As he split you open and slammed into you, the grape in your tunnel were crushed and juice came flying out.

But most of them went deeper into your body as Thranduil has his fun with you.

“St-stop….ahhhh….sl-slow down…. too big, uhgghh….pl-please….”

You arched your back closer to Thranduil as he hit a sweet spot and you lose your ability to do anything, but sob and moan.

Noticing this, with a mischievous glint in his eyes that rare for him, he repeatedly hit that spot hard and fast.

“Ahhhhh…I’m gonna cu-“ you didn’t get to finish as you momentarily blacked out from your orgasm,

Once you regain your consciousness (or whatever you have left) Thranduil forced your hand to push down on your belly,

“This is your debt, (Y/N). I shouldn’t be doing all the work,”

You cry as you felt the thing moving inside your body, crushing the fruit and creating a bulge in your stomach the shape of his member, as it bring you pleasure you have never experience.

Thranduil hold your body closer to his as he kissed away your tear and whispered,

“You’re doing so well right now, (Y/N). I didn’t think you can fit it all. I think you can take the rest of it,”

You shake your head hoping he will have mercy on you,

“N-no, please-ahhhhh! Too f-full, please, hahhh!”

Thranduil ignored your plead, and kissed you, easily slipping his tongue into your mouth. As you were distracted he quickly pulled out and insert the rest of the grape into you, before picking you up and start destroying you again.

Eventually he manage to slammed into your womb and paint your womb white with his semen. You let out a scream, as your womb was filled to the brim with a mixture of semen and grape juice.

After several minutes Thranduil finally stop cumming and pulled out. You let out a relief sobbed, as the liquid leaked out of you

Just as you thought it was over, Thranduil hold you in his embrace, completely towering over you and suddenly feeling a sense of dread, you saw him playing with something in his hand.

Confused and scared, you lightly tugged on his shirt hoping for a explanation.

He looked at your tearstained face and hold up the thing he was playing with, a large white gem.

“Have you forgotten, (Y/N)? Wine need to be fermented,”

Hearing this you struggled to get out of his grasp, knowing what’s gonna happen if you don’t.

“Calm down, it’s just to make sure nothing leaks out,”

With that ignoring your struggle, he forced the gem into your drenching fold.

“….haaa, no… please, uuugh… I’m so full… aaaah… please, take it out, ahhhhh! Take it out!”

Wiping away your tear, Thranduil left kisses on your body as his hand sadistically pushes down on your belly.

“———!!!”

Looking into your dazed eyes, Thranduil smiled and said,

“I will take it out, if you promise me to never leave,”

“If you promised to love me,”

“Then this can be over and our debt paid,”

Desperate for it to be over, you immediately agreed,

“I-I love you, haaa… Thranduil, uuugh…”

His long finger digging into your tunnel,

“I- I will never, ahhh!”

He grabbed the gem,

“Go on, I’m listening”

“I will, uuugh… never, leave you…. Unnf…”

The gem was taken out, glistening from your slick and his semen, was quickly replaced by his member as he pounded into you once again.

“Th-ahhh! This wasnt- haa part of the, mmph- deal!”

“I did remove the gem. As for letting you go I will do it when I’m satisfied with your answer, don’t worry I have the patience,”

Thranduil fucked you in the vault among the pile of treasure, forcing you to promise you will never leave and making you repeat you love him over and over.

“I love you, *hic Thranduil *hic please stop…”

Thranduil watch as you mumble in your sleep, your face stained with tear.

Finally satisfied he hold your tiny body to his, as the contract has been made you will never leave him.

You choose to ignore the warning sign, which sealed your fate.

But who was to say you didn’t love him?

#x reader #reader insert #reader smut #no i don’t have problems #kinktober #thranduil #kinktober 2022 #thranduil x reader #I can’t fucking spell his name #thranduil smut

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ocarinas-princess · 11 months

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Why Ocarina of Time's Princess Zelda is is underrated, and why she is one of the most tragic incarnations of Princess Zelda: an analysis post

Ocarina of Time's Princess Zelda is my favorite Zelda character, and on of my favorite characters ever. Sadly, she is not talked about that much. I've seen some people call her boring and I've actually seen quite a few people hate her due to her actions at the end of the game. I wanted to make a post analyzing her character and talking about some of the things about her that people overlook. I will be using the manga some here, which is not canon, but I encourage you to keep an open mind. I'm cross-posting this from twitter with a few changes and things I forgot to mention. The original thread can be found here.

We first see Zelda in the courtyard. We learn that she has prophetic dreams, and that her most recent ones have been about Ganondorf and the fall of Hyrule. So at the age of around 10 she’s already worrying about saving her kingdom from disaster. It’s far too much for a 10 year old to be worrying about. And you can see that she’s very concerned and that it’s all she’s been thinking about.

I’m going to assume that everyone knows the general story of Ocarina of Time, so I don’t need to explain every little detail. Long story short, Ganon attacks Hyrule castle and Impa takes Zelda and flees with her. It’s unclear exactly what he did but I think it’s likely she saw people die that day. Some guards maybe, or possibly even her dad. It’s heavily implied that her father is dead in the game. And in the manga Ganondorf straight up says that he killed him.

I’m going to take a second to talk about the people in Zelda’s life. It’s very clear how she trusts Link with all her heart and I don’t think I need to explain that one. But I do want to talk about Impa. Impa has known Zelda since she was a baby, and is Zelda’s attendant.

These two care about each other very much. Impa believes Zelda when she tells her about her dream. Zelda trusted Impa enough to confide in her. Also, Sheik later begs Link to save Impa, and Impa’s parting words are asking him to protect Zelda.

Apart from her Impa, I doubt Zelda had many other real connections in her life. Possibly a few guards? I doubt she was every able to go outside of the castle. In the manga we see that a part of her longs to be a normal girl.

A bit about Zelda’s personality. She’s adventurous and playful! When Link takes her letter to the Death Mountain guard, he makes a comment that Zelda has come up with games before!

We also see this side of her in the OOT manga. It’s clear she doesn’t like staying inside and being regal.

She’s also very brave. In the OOT manga she stands up for Link when he gets into trouble, and she even stands up to Ganondorf, right to his face!

Now, while the OOT manga technically is not canon, here’s something that is canon. With the Mask of Truth, Link can read gossip stones across Hyrule. One of these gossip stones says that Zelda is a tomboy!

A few things I forgot to mention. It seems like Zelda’s father was not very involved with her life. I mean, he didn’t take her seriously enough to even hear her out about the dreams she was having. And I presume her mother is dead. So she really had very few people in her life.

Another quick thing about her is that she cares deeply about the people of Hyrule and her kingdom. Despite the fact that she wishes she was a normal girl, she still takes her duty as princess and eventually queen very seriously.

Let’s talk about the 7 years that went by while Link was asleep. All 7 of those years, Zelda had to live through. She was only 10 when those years began. She watched her kingdom fall and she watched Ganon come into power. She likely saw people die. What little childhood she already had was taken from her. But she didn’t just give up and wait for Link to save her. She is NOT a damsel in distress. She started to train. She wanted to become stronger. She wanted to be able to fend for herself. She wanted to be able to assist Link when the time came.

Enter Sheik. Often called Zelda’s “persona” or “disguise” but I’d argue that this is actually her embracing her true self. This is the first time in her life where she’s not under anyone’s control. She does all of this while hiding from Ganondorf, who seeks her. When the time comes for her to meet Link again, she assists him in his journey by guiding him and teaching him songs. I think it’s unfortunate that we didn’t get to see her fight but here’s an official art that shows them battling together so I think it happened offscreen!

Another thing that she did is she saved Princess Ruto from under the ice of Zora’s Domain!

Link battles Ganondorf and Zelda does assist! She uses her power to hold him down while Link delivers the final blow and she then initiated the Sage’s Seal!

And now I have to talk about her regret. She blames everything that happened on herself and herself alone. She blames herself for dragging Link into it. She even feels that she needs to make it up to him. It’s a horrible burden to bear. She’s only 17.

She sends Link back to his original time. And she often gets backlash for doing this. But she does it for two reasons. The first is that she believes this is her atoning for bringing Link into the fight. She wants him to regain his childhood. She won’t ever get hers back.

And the second reason is that Link must seal the door of time, so that his timeline will have a future (for a while). Ganon was able to be kept at bay.

With Link no longer a part of her world, and Impa no longer a part of her world, she truly has no one. She will go on to become Queen and Hyrule will be rebuilt. But I don’t think just because Hyrule is rebuilt that that’s a happy ending for her. Like I said, she has no one. No one that she can confide in about her trauma. No one that would understand the burden that she bears. She will eventually have to marry someone and have a child to continue the royal bloodline. And while some things could possibly bring her joy, like a child, I don’t think she’d be truly happy for the rest of her life. She’ll never see Link or Impa again.

Thanks for reading!

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