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#defeat means losing your life.... whatever do what you might......

randxmthxughts · 1 year

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Unrequited Love - Tsu'tey x Omatikaya!Reader

summary: you had been in love with tsu'tey for as long as you could remember. so when you see his heart break again at the loss of another mate, you offer him comfort, expecting nothing in return

genre/warnings: smut!, oral (m receiving), angst, unrequited love

wc: 2k

a/n: this is my first time writing smut, so i hope i didn't screw it up completely. please let me know if there's anything unrealistic or sounds silly (i am a virgin, idk what the hell i'm doing), i'll be glad to change it. also, please don't forget to leave some feedback, replies, whatever you want. i love reading what you have to say, and it always encourages me to write more ♡

masterlist - part 2

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You watch in silence, your focus only on him. As things escalate between Tsu'tey and Jake, people around you begin to gasp and murmur, filling the space with noise. All you want to do is to call out his name, get him out of there.

It’s obvious to you that his challenge means nothing. He does it to upkeep his reputation, but if he kills Jake, Neytiri will never choose him again. Tsu’tey draws a knife, bending down over Jake’s unconscious body.

“Neytiri was promised to me,” Tsu’tey grabs him by the hair, bringing his knife closer, “This is a demon in a false body. It should not live.”

Neytiri suddenly lunges at Tsu’tey with all her might. She knocks him off his feet and takes a defensive stance over Jake, baring her teeth and knife. You notice Tsu’tey's posture weaken, as he watches his mate claim Jake as her own in front of the whole clan. He knows it’s too late for him to fight, Neytiri and Jake are now mated for life. Your heart aches at the sight of Tsu’tey's bloodied face and the way he spits on the ground before retreating into the forest, disappearing from the crowd.

Desperately, you rush after him, ignoring the noise and commotion breaking around you. It takes some time for you to finally spot his frame, partially hidden between thick bushes, sitting on a rock with his head hanging low in defeat.

Sylwanin was his first true love. You watched them fall in love while you were still children. Having a crush on somebody who was already claimed was tough on you, but you knew that Sylwanin and Tsu’tey were meant for each other, and you tried very hard to be happy for them. You remember it as clear as a day when they announced their bond, and the way you cheered for them, joining in on the celebration. But in your heart, you couldn't help but wish for the kind of love that Tsu'tey had for Sylwanin. You prayed to Eywa that she would one day grant you such feeling.

Losing Sylwanin in that tragic accident was devastating already, but being arranged to mate with her sister instead must have been an unbearable burden for Tsu’tey. Your heart shattered into thousands of tiny pieces when you first heard the news, and there was nothing you could do to help. Tsu’tey was a great hunter and warrior, there was no one more deserving of being Olo’eyctan than him. And though he bonded with Neytiri over their shared grief, he knew that he could never love her the same way. When Sylwanin died, a part of him had also died with her. And now, witnessing Tsu’tey lose his mate to another man was agonizing.

“Tsu’tey,” you catch his attention, approaching him.

As if caught in a moment of vulnerability, Tsu’tey sits up straight. You grimace at the blood smeared around his beautiful face, eyes glistening with the threat of tears. Noticing your gaze lingering on him, Tsu’tey hurries to wipe his eyes. Future Olo’eyctan or not, he didn’t like that you saw him like this. Quickly, you reach forward and grasp his wrists, preventing him from hiding his face.

“‘M sorry,” you mumble.

“I’m fine,” he huffs, shaking his hands to free them from yours.

You don’t take offense to his harshness. Growing up, Tsu’tey always had a soft spot for you, but that did not apply during the moments of humiliation. You crouch down in front of him, letting his frame loom over you.

“You shouldn’t have followed me, Y/N,” he says, like it was an order you disobeyed.

You purse your lips, uncertain if Tsu’tey truly means it. Despite being only two years older than you, Tsu’tey still treated you like a child sometimes. Even as a kid, he exuded dominance and strength, his presence alone putting everyone intact. So whenever he saw boys bullying you, Tsu’tey was quick to tell them off. He would then nudge your shoulder, coaxing a smile from you, and consider his job done. But what he failed to recognize, after all these years, is that you never saw him the same way he saw you. Your heart ached every time you looked at him, knowing that he could never be yours, and that his own heart belonged to someone else.

“I don’t want to take out my anger on you,” Tsu’tey’s tone is stern, “You better leave, Y/N.”

“You can take it out on me, I don’t mind,” you say softly, as his eyes widen in confusion.

“I’m not kidding,” he warns you with a low growl.

“Please, let me help you,” you plead with him, resting your palms over his thighs, “I can take it, you don’t have to hold back.”

Tsu’tey rarely heard those words. He was always scolded for being short-tempered, acting out of anger. That those were unsuitable qualities for the future Olo’eyctan. Tsu’tey tried to contain it, but often old habits would slip right back in. He shifted under your touch, gazing at your hands, while his mind went to places where it shouldn’t go. He thought that he was probably reading you wrong, still upset over the fight.

You weren’t sure if this was where you wanted things to head, when you followed him. But right at this moment, you felt like there was nothing else you wanted to do for him. Your heart truly desired to see him relax for a moment, even if it was at the expense of your feelings. As you slowly moved your palms higher on his thighs, Tsu’tey drew in a short breath. He watched you silently until your fingers grazed the edges of his loincloth.

“You don’t have to,” Tsu’tey put his hands over yours, in an attempt to stop you, but all you could feel was the heat radiating off his skin, making your heart race.

“I want to,” you insist, “Let me make you feel good.”

“You know I can never truly devote myself to anyone else but Sylwanin,” his voice drops, and you have to perk your ears to hear him.

“I know,” you move your fingers to his sides, reaching the ties of his loincloth, “I don’t expect anything in return.”

“Y/N…” Tsu’tey whispers but you shush him.

You notice the way he tries to resist the growing lust, despite longing for it to be satisfied. His mind tells him to walk away but his body doesn’t comply. Would it be so bad for him to get lost in the moment and just let it go? Let himself forget about all of his worries and pretend that he had nothing weighing down on him?

You hesitate before untying his loincloth, waiting for Tsu’tey to stop you, but he doesn’t. As the fabric slides off his sides, revealing his already hard cock, you’re taken aback slightly. Tsu’tey watches your reaction with a hint of shame; he can’t believe he’s already aroused just by the way you undressed him.

Slowly, you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his thigh. You hear Tsu’tey’s breath hitch and feel his muscles clench, as you start trailing kisses up his skin. When you reach his balls, you pause. You have never done anything like this before. Sure, you heard girls talk about pleasuring their mates in many ways, but you could only dream about making Tsu’tey happy. It’s scary.

You take a breath before planting wet kisses to his sack, then some more to the base of his member. Instinctively, his penis twitches underneath your lips, and you hear Tsu’tey let out a small moan. Your ears perk up at the sound so pleasant, you wish you could hear it everyday. You’ve never seen this side of Tsu’tey; he was always so stern, so aware of the way he presented himself to others. But here he is now, trembling under your touch, letting his guard down. Feeling braver, you wrap your lips around his sack, sucking in gently. Simultaneously, your fingers find their way around his penis, giving it a light squeeze.

“Tsahey,” he grunts through his teeth.

The sounds he makes are so satisfying, you feel heat rush to your cunt. You try to ignore the growing sensation, as you press your tongue flat against his shaft, and follow along a prominent vein. Tsu’tey’s grabs the back of your neck, bringing your face closer, ordering for more. You had no idea that you were unintentionally teasing him, making him impatient.

Getting his hint, you take the tip of his penis into your mouth, your tongue occasionally grazing the top, as you suck on it. You let the saliva drip out of your mouth and smear it over his shaft with your hand, beginning to draw small motions up and down, your mouth still working.

“Take it all in,” Tsu’tey grunts, “Please.”

Tsu’tey had never sounded as desperate as he did right now. To please him, you lean in, trying to take his whole penis into your mouth. It was your best attempt, given how big he was, and feeling the tip press against the back of your throat. It tickles your skin like an annoying scratch you want to tend to. As you lose the rhythm of your breathing, suddenly feeling overwhelmed, you pull away. Instead, you work your hand up and down his penis, now completely covered in your saliva. You massage his balls with your other hand, and when you hear Tsu’tey draw in another short breath, your walls painfully clench around nothing. You push your thighs together, trying not to get distracted by your own desire.

As you pick up a rhythm with your hand, Tsu’tey’s muscles are clenching and relaxing at every movement. He starts to grow impatient, wishing to feel the inside of your mouth again, and reaches out to direct his penis into your mouth. You take him in.

“Tsahey,” he grunts again, then lets out a soft moan when you swirl your tongue around him.

Tsu’tey suddenly stands up, forcing you to sit up higher on your knees. This new position now allows him to slide his full length into you, tickling your throat and almost making you gag. Tears prick up at the corner of your eyes, as he starts jerking his hips forward in small, quick motions. To hold you in place, Tsu’tey grabs you by your hair, and starts speeding up, thrusting into you more violently. When he tugs at your queue, you let out a small whimper.

Distracted by the sound you just made, Tsu’tey slows down, locking his eyes on yours.

“Will you be alright?” he asks, his breath shaky. You suck on him as a sign of approval, “I just need a moment, I'm almost there."

Tsu’tey grips the back of your neck, and picks up the speed of his thrusts again, hitting the back of your throat with a new force. He is going harder on you, desperately chasing the wave of pleasure. Your mouth felt so warm, so soft around him, cheeks sucking and pressing against his length. The tears in your eyes turn your vision blurry, and you try to blink them away, to watch his face. He looks so beautiful.

Suddenly, you feel his member clench, and Tsu’tey pushes into you a few more times. His movements become sloppier, and when a loud groan escapes from his lips, you feel warm bitter liquid filling out your mouth.

“Mawey,” he whispers, his lids heavy, as he pulls out.

He presses his fingers against your chin, lifting your head just enough to encourage you to swallow. You gulp down, maintaining eye contact, and Tsu’tey hums with a smile, satisfied. Your cunt clenches painfully, pleading for attention, and you squeeze your thighs again, trying to calm yourself down.

Tsu’tey notices it immediately, eyes now lingering on your loincloth. You look away, embarrassed to get caught by him, and wipe your mouth.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says, still standing bare in front of you.

It’s awkward, you don’t know how to behave now. You stand up, still not meeting his eyes.

“Feel a little better now?” you ask softly.

“Much better,” Tsu’tey places his fingers under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, “Do you want me to help you with that?”

Your cunt clenches again, when his gaze trails down your body. You feel heat rush to your face at the mere thought of Tsu'tey pleasuring you. But you’re too flustered, you’re not sure you can endure it.

“No, this is not about me,” you shake your head, “I wanted to make you feel better because you didn’t deserve what happened.”

“I must be a fool,” Tsu’tey admits with a guilty sigh, “I never thought that you... that there was something.”

“I know you hadn’t,” you dismiss the way his eyes burn into yours.

“You deserve someone better. Who is not as broken as me,” his hand cups your cheek to offer you comfort.

“Please don’t,” you pull away, interrupting him before he can pity you, “I know you don’t feel the same, Tsu’tey, it’s alright.”

You force a small smile, blinking away the tears in your eyes. The moment between you is fleeting, but it weighs heavy on your heart. You know that he can never love you.

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part 2

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queen-of-deans-booty · 9 months

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His Anchor

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: MoC!Dean, fluff at the end

Request by @jessicalynnann: how about mark of Cain dean and he is an ass to everyone but the reader. He is all fluffy and lovely dovey with the reader and one night he has had enough of her cuteness and just kisses her… maybe she tells him about a book she is reading…

Summary: Dean is affected by the Mark in ways you and Sam don't realize, and he's trying not to let it affect others around him. However, there is only one person who can lift his spirits even when he's shrouded in darkness.

Square Filled: the first blade (2019) for @heavenandhellbingo

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

Dean sits alone at the library table with just a dim lamp to light the room and a glass of alcohol next to him. He hasn’t been doing good as of late because of the fucking Mark on his arm. It’s a constant reminder of how much he’s got to lose, and it’s taken over his life. He wants the damn thing removed but he’d be putting people in danger if he does. This Mark has already claimed so much of his life that he’s trying to hold onto whatever he has left, refusing to give into it more.

He traces the edge of the Mark with his index finger and goosebumps crawl up his arm immediately. There’s something raw in the danger that befalls the Mark including the First Blade. He’s used it plenty of times to kill those who deserve it even though it itches for more. The First Blade will never be satisfied with how many kills Dean gives it because there is a purity in how many victims it can claim.

Including himself. In the end, he’ll fall victim to his own blade. Would he die? Would the Mark allow him the sweet relief of death?

“Hey, you alright? Why is it so dark in here?”

Dean is pulled from his thoughts and looks up at his brother who has entered the room.

“What do you want?” Dean asks and turns the brightness up on the lamp.

“I might have found a lead on Metatron. He’s the only one that’s gonna have information on the Mark.”

Dean is so sick and tired of hearing how his brother found a lead only for that lead to turn up dead. He’s been led on by hope far too many times only for it to bite him in the ass later.

“Sammy, how many times do I have to tell you? Stop looking for the cure. It’s pointless if it means a lot of people are gonna be hurt in the process.”

“I know but this time is different. Listen to this. Rowena is a really old witch. She comes from the same kind of magic as the Mark, so I figure if we can get to Metatron, then--”

Dean slams his glass onto the table, shattering it to pieces. His hand bleeds but he doesn’t care about that. Sam jumps at the sudden noise and stares at his brother with uncertainty in his eyes.

“Don’t make me smack you.”

Sam’s shoulders sag in defeat.

“Fine. Whatever.”

The younger brother leaves to investigate this on his own. If Dean isn’t gonna help him then he’ll do everything himself. Dean knows he will never give up because that’s not what they do. If it were Sam who took this Mark on, then Dean would be the same way. Dean shakes his head and grabs another glass from the small cart by the table and pours himself another drink. He has bigger things to worry about than the Mark like Rowena, Cain, the Book of the Damned, and just about every fucking thing in his life.

You walk into the library with a book in your hand and Dean’s mood becomes ten times better. Everything in his life is fucked up but you. You’re the light in all this darkness and he’s so scared you’ll end up hurt because of him. You look up and smile when you see Dean but the smile is lost when you see the pieces of glass on the table.

“Hey, where’s Sam?” you ask.

“Doing nerdy things,” Dean shrugs.

“Okay, can I talk to you about this book I just finished? Like I need to tell someone.”

“Sure,” he chuckles and welcomes the distraction.

“Okay,” you rush to the table and sit next to him, “so the main character, Alana, works at this big company that everyone knows about and she feels trapped doing the same shit every single day. She wants to be doing more with her life but doesn’t know where to start or what she should be doing. That is, until the CEO of the company, Marcel started doing some shady shit. She tries to find out what he’s been up to, and it turns out that he’s making this serum that will make him rule the universe or some shit like that. She’s like hell no so she tries to foil his plans but ends up as his test subject! She tries to escape him but he ended up giving her the serum since he needed a human subject. This whole big fight happens between them but I was not expecting that turn of events!”

Dean isn’t paying attention to a goddamn word you’re saying. You’re so passionate and happy about this book you’re reading that he’s focused on your smile, the way your eyes light up, and how you can’t sit still. You give him joy like no other. How did he ever cope before he met you?

“Are you even listening to me? Why are you staring at me like that?” you ask.

Dean can’t help but grab your chair and pull you closer to him. He slides his big hands into your hair and plants his lips on your impulsively. You haven’t felt his lips in over a year since he kissed you when he was ass-backward drunk. You thought he never brought it up because he was drunk, but he didn’t want the one good thing in his life to go away if he confessed how he felt about you.

He pulls away from you and watches as your mouth opens and closes like you don’t know what to do. Your cheeks heat up in nervousness because you were not expecting that at all.

“Oh, okay,” you stutter.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. I’m glad I found you and not Sam.”

“So, how did Alana escape Marcel?”

Just like that, you’re back to passionately talking about your book. You’re the only thing anchoring him down and keeping him sane, and he needs a bit of that right now.

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wonjnz · 10 months

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love, like it always has been

₊˚⊹ summary: gyuvin sets out to defeat some old white man's quora answer about love.

₊˚⊹ genre: fluff, best friend!gyuvin, high school!au | wc: 1k

₊˚⊹ warning(s): some swearing | inspo: —

₊˚⊹ a/n: very random slice of life moments with bsf!gyuvin so the timeline is kinda.. 😭😭 got the idea when i got sm quora emails today

whenever gyuvin wonders what love is, he thinks the amount of "expert" answers in a random quora thread about it doesn't seem to click with him.

he didn't feel some sort of fireworks when he saw you, so some doctor specializing in 'love' is automatically eliminated. and his world certainly didn't slow down when you walk in, so now a random old, white man talking about his wife of 25 years is also eliminated (though gyuvin admits it's cute).

gyuvin sighs and puts his phone down, placing his hands on both cheeks; god, this is so stupid, he thinks. if only his friends weren't the loudest speakers in school, he'd probably be ranting to them about this, but he remains determined to find out what love means to him.

ever since that night, gyuvin made it his goal that one day, he'll have the most upvotes on his quora answer and everyone will reply this is exactly what love feels like.

old white man be damned, gyuvin is going to have a more relatable answer. just watch, he thinks.

gyuvin swears he felt love when he watched you introduce yourself on the first day of school, he found it hilarious. after school, you almost cut him off from how much he teased you about it. only did he redeem himself when he willingly became your servant for 2 months, to his friends surprise (and ultimately gyuvin’s embarrassment).

and he feels it once more while you're slowly losing your mind over a chemistry assignment. the way your hair sticks out in all directions from all the times your hands kept running through in frustration, the way your eyebrows furrow when you finally get a logical answer after five grueling minutes, that's when gyuvin confirms it.

“what?” you ask, noticing how gyuvin has been awfully quiet and smiling to himself. “is my answer wrong or something?” you worry, looking back and forth from your paper to his.

he's in love.

gyuvin immediately comes back to his senses and waves you off, “it's nothing. just thought of something.” he says. to be fair, what he said wasn't much of a lie. he was thinking of you after all.

you scoff at his half-assed answer, "whatever. i'm going back to number 6." mumbling as you look back at your paper. "yeah, i'll go back too." gyuvin says, smiling amusingly at his answers (he's only done 4 questions).

“seriously, gyuvin. you're disgusting.” you laugh, pointing at the dried-up ice cream stains at the corner of his lips. "you look like you drooled or something."

gyuvin rolls his eyes, “at least wipe it off for me. both my hands are occupied.” he says while holding up his ice cream and a small plastic spoon, obviously finding a reason for you to do it. “what a loser..” you mumble before trying to find a few pieces of tissue in your backpack, putting it up to his lips to wipe the remnants off.

and gyuvin fights the urge to say “i'm in love with you,” at that moment. opting to share a few details about his day instead since he knows how you're always invested in whatever drama he manages to dig out.

damn his demons are hard to beat today, he curses to himself.

as he looks at you, eyes purely focused on his as if you're anticipating more, gyuvin's heart feels lighter than ever. he feels the slight click one quora user said in his answer, albeit very softly, to the point he might've missed it.

“that's all i have today.” gyuvin shrugs, in his defense, you were always his highlight of the day, not some random drama he heard from gunwook every lunchtime, but he can't tell you that just yet. “boring.”

he smiles amusingly, “i might have something else cool in mind though. but i don't know if you'd wanna hear it.” mentally preparing on the spot is something gyuvin wouldn't wish even on his worst enemy.

you look at him incredulously, mouth slightly agape. “what? of course i'd wanna hear it.” setting your cup of ice cream down just to show gyuvin how interested you were.

“well, i’ve liked you for quite some time and —”

"so ricky was right!"

gyuvin feels his inner demons creep up on him right after, he swears he could hear them laughing at this very moment. “..so, you knew all this time? because of ricky?” you chuckle at how quiet his voice became.

“he told me last night since he thought you were being kinda weird lately, and he knew we always go out after school, so he warned me you might confess or something.” gyuvin puts his head in his hands, whining at his now spoiled confession, “i wanted this to be cute..”

it's an understatement to say ricky and gyuvin were on bad terms for a while, though you couldn’t stand the amount of shade they kept throwing at the other, so you forced them to make up on gyuvin’s fifth day of his villain origin story against ricky.

“you know i can't kiss you right now if your breath smells like the cheeseburger you ate, gyuvin.” you point out, snickering at gyuvin's exaggerated pursed lips and dramatic reaction to your words.

“the cheeseburger you bought for me. so technically it's not my fault.” he shrugs nonchalantly, a stark contrast to how he kept whining about wanting even a small peck a minute ago.

you watch gyuvin, who's on the verge of losing his mind at the thought of at least 10 minutes with no affection, “okay, fine. i'll drink something to get that burger taste out.” he surrenders quickly to your amusement.

laughing at his defeated walk to his fridge, “not my fault you wanted takeout after studying.” you heard him mumble under his breath.

“you agreed to it!” you retort, gyuvin comes back with the iced tea he ordered along. “of course i would, why would i say no to you?” he says before drinking.

“plus, if i didn’t confess to you on a whim last week, i’d probably kiss you right now and i wouldn’t know you hate cheese breath. imagine how horrifying that would be for me.”

once he makes sure any trace of cheese in his breath is gone, he smirks at you expectingly but in reality, it's his usual goofy smile. “can you give me a kiss now?” he says, paper cup still in his hand as if it was some cliche house party scene.

“now that i think of it, cheeseburger and iced tea breath is even more disgusting.”

“oh fuck you.”

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if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi · 3 months

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Disclaimer: I do not own any Planet Puto Character - Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

A/N: Am I insane and out of my mind? Yes. Was I in the middle of a creativity block and just pulled this world building shit out of thin air? Also yes.

~Royalty! AU~ INTRODUCTION

"That one looks half decent..."

Lakan smirked as he pointed into you using the sharp end of his sword, not caring if you're already trembling. Is it because of the fear? or maybe it's from being on your knees on the snowy ground with nothing but thin and tattered clothes for god knows how long, you don't really know at this point.

The military general leans down to your level hand grabbing your cheeks roughly and forcing you to look up at him.

"Tell me, peasant. What entertaining stuff can you do? Careful about your answer, your life depends on it." His voice, although very soft and playful has that menacing tone that didn't fail to give you goosebumps.

The ground was cold and the air was thick— filled with cries for mercy as Lakan's troops destroy and slaughter whatever they lay eyes on.

"I- I can play instruments and write poetry, Sir." You stuttered as your voice get struck in your throat.

"We're taking this one home." Lakan grinned at your response before letting go of your face.

"This will do for Maliksi's birthday present. Now let's pack up before the enemy's reinforcements arrive. Just set fire to everything then let's call it a day."

The servants looked at you somberly as you were dragged out of the carriage and into the palace gates, the soldiers handling you roughly. You can't blame them, after all you are nothing but a peasant from the losing side of this wretched war. These people are the ruthless victors, their hands soaked with the blood of your fellow civilians that unfortunately got caught in the middle of slaughter.

"Lakan, what is the meaning of this?" A firm voice caught your attention but you kept your head lowered on the ground.

Makisig quickly motioned towards his courtesans to help you stand up as he walked towards Lakan.

"Oh, if it isn't my own brother, the King." Lakan tauntingly said as he bowed slightly. He's always despised the idea of Makisig ascending to the throne despite being younger than him.

That position was meant for him, yet here he is, reduced to being the general who spends more time outside the palace walls instead of seating on that fancy throne he's always dreamt of.

"Cut it out! What are you doing? You do know that the enemies already called defeat and you can't be taking in anymore war prisoners!"

"Prisoner? That one was a present for our youngest brother."

"A present?! Our brother is nothing like you! He won't enjoy such fatuity—"

"And? Who does he take after then? Everyone here knows that the young prince isn't soft like you! Hell, I bet he'll be a better king than you!"

Makisig's royal guards quickly drew blade and pointed it at the general. They will not stand for any slander against the King. It is a crime of treason afterall and will be punishable by death. The King sighed, "Lower your blades! He's still my brother."

Lakan softly chuckled as he turned to walk away. "See? I told you. Soft. Please have your courtesans clean up and dress that girl, then take her to my room. I'll deliver her myself to Maliksi."

You shivered at the first touch of cold water into your skin as the royal courtesans started giving you a bath. You've literally been in crossfire and to say that you are filthy is an understatement. You didn't even know how Lakan was able to spot you amongst the civilians.

No one was talking, probably out of pity for you and what you went through— your kingdom just lost the war, your town was burnt to a crisp, you watched the others getting killed infront of you. You are someone who lost everything.

After your bath, they dressed you up in a fine dress, probably too grand from what you were expecting, and then they proceeded to put your curly hair up in a bun using an intricate pin.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but admire your reflection. Funny what a bath and some fancy fabric can do.

"You look pretty." One of the courtesans whispered as she gave you a kind smile. All of them looked hopeful and sweet, probably wishing you good fate inside the very walls of this palace just like them. They all lined up as they silently lead you to Lakan's quarters.

"Bring her in and leave." Lakan said from the inside of the room before the royal courtesans can even knock. They did just that but before they finally close the door, they looked at each other before giving you a reassuring nod.

As soon as the doors closed, the royal courtesans raced towards Maliksi's quarters. He wasn't the friendliest towards them, and they will surely be yelled at for disturbing him at this time, but they all know Lakan and the poor fate every other lady went through after spending time alone with him in his quarters. They cannot just do nothing after sending you to your possible doom.

Lakan's room is dark yet you can feel his stares boring a hole to your very being. "Guess I was right, you do look good."

The general smirked as he slowly walked towards you. "A poet and a musician doesn't have a right to look this good. It'll be such a waste to just give you to my youngest brother afterall." He softly said, his hot breath fanning into your neck as he leans in while his hand reaches out to slightly slide the dress down and reveal your left shoulder.

"Maybe I should get a taste first, before giving you to Maliksi."

You grabbed fistfuls into your dress as you held yourself from talking back or trying fighting him off— you knew this man would not hesitate in killing you if you do something as much as turn down his advances.

You can feel warm tears form and trickle down your cheeks, knowing that you can't ask him to stop if you wanted to live.

"I don't accept leftovers, brother. It's rude to gift someone stuff that you already used." A cold voice emerged from the shadows as you felt being snatched from Lakan's grip and being pulled as someone held you gently by your waist.

"Gods! Maliksi, can you stop doing that?! I know that you're the only one blessed with magic among us but just stop popping out of the shadows, it creeps me out. Can't you use a fucking door like a normal person?"

"It's called teleportation magic. I didn't popped out of the shadows, your room is just as dark as your soul. Anyway, you boldly declared this lady as a present for me earlier and I have eyewitnesses. I came here to pick her up." Maliksi nonchalantly said as he rolled his eyes, still holding you close to him.

"It's those courtesans...I knew it! If it weren't for the King's protection, I would've already cut their heads off." Lakan muttered underneath his breath while he gritted his teeth. "Aaaww, come on, brother! Can't we share just this once—"

Maliksi's expression hardened as he looked Lakan up and down. You can feel just how intimidating this man is despite him being shorter than the general.

"I believe we already established that since we were kids....That if you try touching what's mine, I'll be burning your fingers off." The young prince coldly said, his grip on your waist slightly tightening.

Lakan chuckled as he slowly backed away. He wasn't irritated at how his youngest brother is acting— oh, this is so much better than him being a big pretentious softy just like the King.

"As you wish, brother." The general smiled, everything is going according to his plan afterall.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hi! Welcome to the Royalty! Au that involves Planet Puto (philmytcrea au) characters. I do not own them, they are HC's Original Characters.

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I wanted to take time to clarify that this is fiction on fiction.

Yes, Lakan, Makisig, and Maliksi are brothers in this AU.

Yes, we hab King! Makisig here.

Lakan is the oldest, but Makisig was the one who ascended to the throne after their father died.

Yes, there is an ongoing war and Y/N (You/ Reader) is from the enemy kingdom who just declared Loss/ Defeat against Makisig's Kingdom.

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#planet puto #planetputo #philmytcrea #rp tamawo #maliksithetamawo #rp maliksi #rp makisig #rp lakan

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tilldeathdoesmedirty · 5 months

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Another Day 1

Warnings: dub-con/non-con, age gap, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, emotional abuse, physical abuse, possibly other triggering events.

Characters: dark!Steve Rogers.

Summary: Be careful what you wish for, one day it could come true. And that might just be your savior in disguise, all it takes is a little bit of persuasion.

Interact on your own accord. You have been warned.

Any reblog, comment, feedback is well received and appreciated! Enjoy <3

Another week, another day, another hour. Every single time the same.

It’s like a torturous cycle that’s never ending. Like the universe is playing a cruel joke on you and you’re waiting for someone, anyone to come out with cameras and tell you that you’re on a reality TV show and this was just an experiment.

Or at least wishing that you were like the main character from The Truman Show and one day you would find a way out. But what a surprise. Life isn’t that simple.

You let out a sigh as you throw your head back, leaning in the hard chair at your dull job. You look up at the grey painted ceiling, forgetting about the cheap lightbulb that was ironically placed above you in the exact same spot you are seated in as the awful light shines on your face.

You immediately squint your eyes, reverting your gaze away from the light, regretting that you ever made the decision to look up, getting even more frustrated with the situation you found yourself in.

You swear internally as you get up from the chair while closing the laptop, yet another cheap object provided by your employer. Your job working at a sales agency never was much of an interest honestly but as long as you can afford your rent and groceries you could never complain that much.

As you went to take your coat, you look over at your coworker with a defeated smile on your face.

“Gonna go out for a bit, I need a break… Let me know if you need any help.”

He barely gives a nod in return, not even sparing a glance in your way, clearly his full attention being on whatever he was doing on his laptop.

You pay no mind to it though, already used to people not giving you much thought. You make your way toward the exit of the rather small and depressing building, grateful that you were placed on the ground floor instead of the third or fourth floor, obviously no elevator in sight.

Only stairs. A lot of them.

Your whole body shivers as you make contact with the cold weather, which probably was like three or four degrees outside. Your coat not doing much either as you look at the fog that was forming at every breath you took.

You wrap your arms around yourself in hope of making the cold more bearable as you look around, at nothing in particular, just observing people walking by, kids playing in the snow and couples holding hands.

It brought a smile to your face as you enjoy the crowded street, losing yourself in the noise and the nostalgic feeling it gives you. Remembering the old days where you were walking with your mom, just talking and laughing, without a care in the whole world.

Yet the bittersweet moment doesn't last for long as you are rudely awakened from your daydream. You feel a body crashing into yours. You quickly look up, startled by the sudden interaction. A man with blonde hair and blue eyes, obviously taller than you.

He looks down at you with an apologetic expression, giving you a sympathetic smile.

“So sorry sweetheart, in this crowd it’s too hard to see much of anything.” he gives a small chuckle.

You stare at him dumbfounded. He tilts his head as he waits patiently for your response, unfortunately you realize only after a few seconds what has happened. You straighten yourself.

“S-sorry, sir, I didn't mean to be rude,” you shake your head in embarrassment.

“And no, no problem at all!” You quickly add, cursing at how your voice went up a pitch.

He gives a small hum in return, still smiling, seeming as if he’s pleased with your reply.

“In this case, if you don’t mind me asking,” he looks around.

“I seem to be a bit lost, do you perhaps know where I can find Elite Sales?”

Your eyes go wide as you hear him call out the name of the company you work for, but quickly regain yourself. Of course he wouldn’t know where to find it. The goddamn company didn’t even think to at least put up a poster with the half assed, original name as they call it, on the damn building.

“Good thing you found me then,” you gave the man a smile.

“I work for the company, I can help you with whatever you’re looking to buy.” you say trying to be as polite as possible as you instinctively go into the customer service voice.

“Here is our, er, building.”

He took his time studying the building in question as you patiently wait for him to make a move. You watch him with curious eyes, they can't help but wander as you study every single detail. The way he's dressed… long heavy coat, turtleneck sweater which fits his upper body perfectly, showing how well built he is, classic straight slim suit pants and classic leather shoes which on their own probably cost more than what you make in a single month.

‘’I don’t mind the staring sweetheart… but I’m kind of in a hurry.’’

You snap back to reality as you realize how he probably saw you staring at him like an idiot. You feel so stupid and embarrassed, you don't even say anything back. You make your way inside the building, dreading the work that awaits you. Occasionally stealing glances at the man, making sure he is still following behind you. You see your only coworker present in the room, being as busy as ever, still not acknowledging you nor the customer.

‘’Right then, if you could kindly explain to me what exactly you’re looking for?’’ you say as you take a pen and notebook from your desk.

He lets out a sigh as he folds his arms ‘’Not entirely sure…’’

Your eye twitches just the tiniest bit. Not the first time you have to deal with customers like him.

‘’Sir, I can’t help you if you don’t give me at least an idea.’’ you say as your patience is starting to wear thin.

‘’Alright, alright,’’ he chuckles.

You give him a frown as you don’t find any of this funny, but he just brushes you off as he continues.

‘’Tell me sweetheart, how are your safety locks?’’ he looks at you with a serious expression.

You were taken aback by his sudden mood change. You blink a couple of times until finally, you reply.

‘’…Could you please elaborate?’’

He shifts to lean against the wall, in a more relaxed position.

‘’Let’s say, for example, I put all of my most prized possessions in a room. I need something to keep it safe, locked.’’ he says, not once breaking eye contact.

‘’Not just any lock.’’

You think for a moment, taking in his words. You hesitantly nod your head yes while you write the information down in your notebook.

‘’Alright sir, I’ll see what I can find.’’ you say as you finish writing the last word ‘’Can I help you with anything else?’’

The man gives you a smile as he moves away from the wall, now standing fully straight ‘’That would be all, dear.’’

‘’Perfect. If you could please give me a name and a phone number so I will know how to contact you?’’ you quickly add, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

‘’Steve Rogers,’’ he starts saying then ends the sentence with his phone number information.

You thank him as you finish writing everything down, now waiting for him to just leave and be on his way.

As he gets to the exit door, he stops for a second to look at you. He calls out your name with a smile on his face, wishing you a good day before leaving. You stand in your spot without moving as you stare dumbly at the door that closed behind him.

You never told him your name.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #fanfic #marvel mcu #dark!steve rogers x reader #captivity

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doodle-pops · 4 days

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For Pride or Joy

Fingon x reader

Warnings: nothing, it’s all fluff

Words: 700

Synopsis: You make a daring bet with Fingon.

“You really wish to make that bet with me? You know I’ll win, right?” he asked with a mischievous twinkle in his sapphire eyes. Head tilted and lips tugged to form a smirk, he awaited your negative response as expected since the beginning of the argument.

With a lame scoff, you rolled your eyes and looked away from his childish antics. You didn’t understand his persistence when everyone, even Eru knew he would fail from the start. However, failure was never an attribute of Fingon, and you wonder what he would look like should it have happened. Darting your eyes at him with sinister intent behind them, you grinned innocently and held out your hand for him to shake. “Loser has to do everything the winner demands?”

Without skipping a beat, his larger hands gripped you in a firm handshake while his grin mimicked yours. “Deal.”

Fingon wanted to drown himself in the vat of wine he stood before as thoughts of his foolishness for agreeing to your bet hurled across his mind. What would he do to have someone take him out of his misery?

You were standing on the opposite side of the room gossiping with your friends and laughing at Eru knows what concerning the latest drama in Tirion. He felt like you were mocking him as you were for the last five hours. Your necklace fell perfectly against your neck; you insisted on wearing the one gifted to you by him at the beginning of your courtship. The way you smiled with your pretty wine-stained lips, batting your lashes at him from the corner of your eyes when no one was looking.

In this moment, you were his agony. And all because of that foolish bet…and his foolishness.

“You’re a very physically affectionate person Finno. I doubt you can survive for five seconds without touching some part of me.”

He scoffed. It grew worse when he realised what ‘no physical interactions’ meant when he came to visit you this morning to whisk you away for the family dinner. You walked past him without sparing him a ‘hello kiss’ or a ‘good morning darling kiss’ and rushed to the carriage. He crumpled to his knees and almost rushed to cling to your legs when you broke the second rule to him.

“No physical interactions mean no kissing as well Finno. You of all people should know that Prince Touchy.”

You were the cruellest person to walk the earth, and to be paired with you as his lover. A curse! A nightmare! The world was coming to an end, and he could really do with drowning himself in that vat of wine at that moment. All his siblings and cousins were busy engaging with their beloveds and placing kisses upon their cheeks and hands while he had to watch like a loser. Many of them had paraded to his side to inquire if he was alright the entire day while he ground his teeth and squeezed out positive responses.

“Pouting does not suit you, darling.” He whipped around at the sound of your voice goading him in the festivities of his family. “It appears as though you might cry any minute for whatever is the matter. Handkerchief?”

He exhaled and rolled his eyes, not the common expression for his mirth personality. “Mock me all you want, I will win,” he declared and took a sip of his wine. “However, I am thrilled to have this competition, for now I know you are far too mean and sly. Tell me, why must you take it so far and deny me what I love the most?!”

“To prove me right when I said you adore physical affection like your existence depends on it,” you sniggered and gave him a smug look. “There’s nothing wrong with losing to me. I’m your lover, so it’s also a plus. Or does your pride refuse your ability to accept defeat?”

“Defeat does not exist in the life of Prince Findekáno, sweetheart. I will win even if today is just day one, I will win,” he confidently boasted with his head high and chin jutting out, refusing to accept your alleged statements about his natural habit.

Though, he was quick to succumb to his losses two hours later after you accidentally bumped your shoulder against his, urging him to engulf you into a hug on the dancefloor and swearing about not giving a damn about the bet when holding you was more important.

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spiderfunkz · 9 months

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✧.* WHAT A WASTE OF A LOVELY NIGHT.

— summary : you love jazz, she hates jazz.

— word count : 0,8k

— warnings : fluff, jazz pianist!fem!reader, aspiring actress!natasha, la la land inspired, natasha is mia & reader is sebastian basically.

a/n : i might make a part two, or one where they go to a planetorium together, i don't know yet though. this is la la land inspired but it's not the exact same plot (kinda different kinda not ykyk).

life hasn't been easy lately for both you and natasha. you were a struggling jazz pianist trying to do your best at a boring restaurant, with boring people who aren't interested in whatever boring christmas music you were playing.

and natasha was an aspiring actress who just lost another audition for a role she's been practicing for weeks, and to make it worse she has to walk home all alone in disappointment.

the chances of her stumbling upon you was very small, but here she is.

standing near the entrance of a fancy restaurant, she stopped and listened as you transition from a lame christmas song to one of the most beautiful melodies she has ever heard.

as minutes went by, the soft and slow tune slowly became rushed as your hands moved faster and faster, reaching the end of the song. you stood up from the stool and look around for a bit, only to realize no one was paying attention.

you didn't spot the redhead staring at you in awe near the entrance. what you do see is the owner gesturing for you to go to him.

there was a few possibilities that might happen, maybe he wants you to play more songs like the one you just did, maybe he's gonna finally let you play something else other than christmas music, or maybe you can get-

"fired."

he spoke. you stood still, "okay i hear what you're saying, but i don't think you're saying what you mean." you reply. you can't lose another job.

"yeah no, i don't think you hear what i'm saying, you're fired." he repeated. "okay but that's not what you mean, what you mean is?" — "you're fired!" he repeats once again.

you sighed in defeat, grabbing your bag you leave the restaurant.

but a voice called you from behind.

"hey! i just saw your performance and i wanted to say that you were really good, incredible actually." the girl complimented. "you saw that?" you asked, thinking no one was paying attention other than the owner. "yeah, it was good, you're good." she states, giving you the sweetest smile. "thank you." you smiled back, before walking away towards your car.

your heart grew faster every step you make, going farther away from her. there was just something about her.

maybe it's how soft her voice is when she spoke, maybe it's her fiery red hair, or her beautiful blue dress that complimented her green eyes. either way, you hope to see her again.

and yet the chances of you bumping into her again were small, but surprisingly, you did, a couple of times, in a span of a couple of months.

now you are at a coffee shop when you see the familiar fiery red hair again. your heart bloomed flowers. she looked effortlessly beautiful all the time, even with her messy hair style, even with the semi-annoyed face she had one, even with her apron tangled around her waist, she looked unreal.

"you again! what're you doing here?" she asks. "oh you know, meetings, studio heads, and.." you joked, shrugging.

"how did you get on the lot?"

"i just hauled my ass past the guard gates. i think i have 20 minutes before they find me." you give her a sarcastic smile.

"you don't happen to have a break do you?" you furrow your brows, this is your opportunity to spend more time with her. "i'm off in ten minutes, so.." she replies, you nod. "can i hide in the bathroom?" you whispered — "yes."

the 10 minutes went by and now your walking side by side, talking about all the topics anyone could ever discuss as you walked through the different set scenes and stages there.

you learned how much she's been wanting this career, you listened as she tells you how she got interested in acting and the efforts she has made for this so-called acting gig.

you do the same, you rambled about how you love jazz, how important it is for you, and how much you wanted to make this jazz thing work.

but

"oh and, i should probably tell you something now, to get it out of the way but, i hate jazz." she stated causing you to pause mid-walking. "you okay?"

"wait what do you mean you hate jazz?" you question. "it's just when i listen to it i don't enjoy it." she answers — "yeah but that's such a blanket statement you don't like jazz." you look around in disbelief. you just poured your heart out talking about jazz to her.

"um, what're you doing right now?"

"nothing."

"let's go to a jazz bar, me and you." you say, not even second-thinking it before speaking.

"like a date?" she teases, smirking.

was this your chance? should you just wing it? you should just wing it. "yeah," you nod, "i mean if you want to." your face grew hot, shit you're blushing.

"sure. it's a date then." she agrees.

you smile like a 4-year old who just got a new toy. this is your chance to introduce natasha to the beauty of jazz and maybe change her mind about it.

"yeah, a date."

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frogasaurusrex39 · 1 month

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unreliable narrorator Y/n doing a school project on the Thorn General or whatever they called him

The Amazing Biography of The Valley's Loyal General (With pictures!!) Written by Y/N!

[!!REQUESTS OPEN!! Characters: {Y/N}(Written first person), Grim(Briefly), Mozus Trein, Lilia Vanrouge, Malleus Draconia, Gargoyle, Ortho Shroud, Idia Shroud, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech(Briefly) Word Count:1,342 Warnings/Spoilers: ooc-ness (since the narrator is *unreliable*), A joke about emo stereotypes (Not all emos follow the stereotypes and I don't mean any harm by it. Shoutout to all my emos reading this) Also somehow no spoilers Extra: Y/N stands for Your Name, E/C stands for eye color

It was a gloomy morning in Homeroom, my classmates sluggish, the desks on fire, Grim hungry, demons rising from portals, my air pods dead, oh it was absolutely dreadful! I was about to die!

However...Trein-Sensei's words sparked life in my dull {E/C} eyes. A massive homework assignment!! Now I hate homework, especially big projects, but this one was amazing! A biography on any historical figure from the Valley Of Thorns War back in the day. He wrote down the list of people available on the board, but I already knew who I wanted. The mysterious Right General of Briar Valley (Pretend it's sparkly I lost my glitter pen) Not the Queens, not the Left General, not the legendary Man of Iron (or was it steel?) The Right General! He was so intriguing. How was he so known yet such an enigma? I was going to find out. But I had competition. Lilia also wanted to do his project on the General. I couldn't let him snag this opportunity from me. I played it civil when I first heard of his plans. I humbly asked to take the General for my essay, but he refused! I am an amazing charmer, and I tried working my magic, but he just wouldn't budge! So I had no other choice....I challenged him to A DUEL!! (DUNDUNDUN!!) We met at the courtyard in the afternoon. I came ready to fight. I wouldn't let this weirdo beat me. (Before you come at me, he literally picks his nose, THAT'S WEIRD!!) I had my sword and my legendary gear which I got from my Great Grandfather. He said I was destined for something big, and this was it! Lilia had his own gear he must have gotten from his housewarden or something, but it couldn't top mine. Everyone came out to watch our duel. We both unsheathed our blades and charged at each other. The crowd cheered my name (I'm a famous warrior of course it's expected)! We dueled fought with all our might, but...he had defeated me! I laid on the ground, beaten and bruised. I looked up at my opponent, who roared laughing. It lasted for what felt like eternity. (It was only like a few seconds but for dramatic effect Sensei!!) "This means The General is mine." He eventually spoke. I glared up at him. How could I lose to an old man? (No offense I know you're old too) One who's...Emo? (No offense to emos!!) He must've had his teen angst and rock music powers stored up to trash me. Bested by someone who wears 5 pounds of eyeshadow everyday...blech. I didn't speak... I couldn't... I was embarrassed in front of the whole school.... He laughed again.... No! I couldn't let this twink beat me!! (Don't google what twink means). I kicked him in his balls and rained victorious! He begged for mercy, and I gave it to him. (I can make any man beg, especially the stupid kind)

So, the Right General Of Briar Valley was mine!! And I already knew where I could get my first bit of information...A source no stupid nose picker had... Malleus Draconia! (Or as I like to call him, Tsunotaoru [Hornton]) (Okay yes now I notice Lilia literally is his bestiepoo (or something.) But still!! For dramatic effect!!) According to my math he must've met the General at least once in his life. He's the heir to the thrown throne after all. The General is still alive both had the time to interact. 18 years to! (I think Tsunibuni [Horntonwornton](pronounce it with o) is that age) So it was perfect!! I set up an interview in the library. He was willing to answer my questions.

He answered all of them!! It was perfect!! I told you Tsunibuni [Horntonwornton] would be of use!! Though it did take some persuasion... "Where'd you hide the body?" I queried. "I'm not telling you that." He protested. "Are you sure? What if I.....Hurt your precious gargoyles" I said as I picked up a massive gargoyle and held my legendary sword to it's throat. It looked at Mallypoo with tears in it's eyes. "Y-you wouldn't..." He stuttered. "A-ANYTHING BUT THAT!!" (I told you I can make any man beg) "Oh I would." I smirked and brought the dagger closer. "Poor little gargoy won't make it out of this alive." "NO! FINE, I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT TO KNOW!! BUT PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT HURTING MY PRECIOUS POOKIEWOOKIEBEAR!! MY SWEETHEART!! THE LOVE OF MY LIFE!!" Of course, he didn't have the answer to everything, so I did have to hit the books. I hit them with a stick. It wasn't effective. Don't know why. Maybe I did it wrong? Or did I have to use something other than a stick? Oh well... My last option... GOOGLE!! But I was running short on time and the Wi-Fi was down...so I had to contact a good ol pal of mine. The first real Android...

Ortho Shroud.

I called Ortho up and raced out the door. He answered right away but there was one problem... He was busy getting Idia out of bed. He was sad about some sort of gambling game. So I made my lil broski a deal. I'd wake his brother up and he'd let me use his search engine. So I ran to Ignyhyde!! Once I got there he was waiting outside for me. He quickly thanked me and took me to Idia's room. (It was so messy, and it smelled like unwashed shut in, it was disgusting) But I was determined to help him out!

I tried everything! Shaking him, screaming, promising him ice cream, nothing! He was a stubborn fire boy. So, I had one option left... Water. So, I really didn't think this through, but I guess his fire hair goes out so.... I MADE HIM BALD

That was not what I wanted to do! I swear! He was mortified! I know I'd be too if I lost all my hair... I didn't know what to do! I panicked!! But luckily, I figured out what to do with the help of Ortho. However...It involved Idia leaving his room... Which was hard to do. So, I did the same thing to Idia as I did Malleus. "Come with us or-... Hatsune Miku gets it!" "NO! ANYTNING BUT HATSUNE MIKU!" It was a piece of cake.

One hoodie later and we rushed to the one place where all our problems could be solved. Mostro Lounge. Azul's known to grant people wishes. Once we got inside Jade led us to a table, but we had to order drinks before Azul would see us. Of course we did, they have an awesome Mostro Lounge x Mystery Shack drink. Idia said they needed a ship name. I don't know what he meant, no boats were involved. After getting our drinks eventually we were allowed to see Azul. Ortho reassured his brother as we entered the octopus's office. Now I know what you're thinking... He's a sketchy man and it'll be hard to get his hair back for a fair price. So, how'd we get out of this without anemones on our head? Well, I don't know. I had to finish writing this paper before tomorrow and I didn't have time to sit and do business deals. Therefore, I left them. (Don't judge me!! This was a big assignment!) So how did I get the information I needed? Well... I read the books. That's a way better method then hitting them. Learned that the hard way...And hours later I had all the information I needed to write the essay! The end

"{Y/N}.... The assignment was a 5 paragraph essay on a historical figure. That's not what this is." Trein said as he slid the paper back over to me. "WHAT?! BUT THIS IS QUALITY CONTENT! IT'S ENTERTAINING!" I shouted back. "Half of this stuff didn't even happen." "Well, dramatic effects!!" "Redo this." "Hmph... Fine."

WOW, WILD RIDE!! YOU MADE IT TOO THE END THO!! I LOVE THIS Y/N CREATURE I MIGHT MAKE AN OC OUT OF THEM ONE DAY!! That's for the future tho rn I gotta add tags and post this. Comments appreciated My requests are open Thanks for reading Byebye!!

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astridthevalkyrie · 6 months

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chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 6

“You’ve died twice? From clocks? “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: yesssss update's out have a fun time reading!

warnings: suicide attempts (with the understanding that she will reset), hawks pins reader to a building, rudeness, icky romantic stuff 🤮

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“Whoa.” Your hands come up in front of your chest as the kid’s arm crackles—crackles?—with lightning. “Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa hang on, I don’t fight children!”

You don’t think the nerd hears you, because he’s jumping forward with wide, fearful, despaired eyes. “Detroit”—of course he’s an All Might copycat, USA lover, star spangled stripes, would still smash their number one hero, though more like she’d smash you because she’s super strong—”SMAAASH!”

Fuck your life. Truly.

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You go back to the beach the next today. Not to kill All Might again, even if you did cheat and break the vow you’d made to yourself the first day you officially started training to be a hero (haha your soul is broken you’re going to hell except you’re not because you’re stuck in a time loop and ohmygosh maybe this is hell maybe when you got hit by the rock that first day you died what the shiiiiit). No no, you won’t kill him again, because you’re just far more interested in who this tiny little green loser is and just how he KOed you with one punch.

That’s not, like, easy. You killed the top ten heroes minus the dumb bird! By right of passage, that makes you the number one! Or at least the number two if Hawks is de facto one even though he totally isn’t. He admitted MULTIPLE times that he would have just let you kill him. Who needs a flimsy number one hero like that?

Speaking of flimsy number one heroes.

You’re probably losing your mind more than you thought. Why are you looking at a chibi version of All Might?

Goddamn are heroes stupid! You’re perched up just barely out of view and neither the LITERAL NUMBER ONE or his protege have noticed you as they eat and yap about CLASSES of all things!

Okay, so when you killed All Might, he wasn’t exactly himself because he hasn’t had his Snickers bar yet or whatever. Which means you didn’t really kill the number one, and so the right of passage still leaves you at number two (yeah yeah, de facto Hawks number two, then you).

So if Small Might (good one! that’s original!) can’t fight you, that would mean the real foe you’d need to defeat is YOUNG MIDRORIYA! Only problem is that YOUNG MIDORIYA! is a child and y’know, you’re not quite that comfortable in your amorality yet. Already you feel queasy every time you think about the way you killed LightMight.

Still, one doesn’t just go around California Cabana-ing every single person they see, so when YOUNG MIDORIYA! starts walking back to whichever hovel he crawled out of, you follow him until you see someone trip in front of him, large drink in their hands.

What would have soaked his shirt now completely coats his face with just a liiiiitle bit of wind.

Respect your elders, kid. You’ll never be the next Mini Might with that attitude. Although, that isn’t any reason to apologize that profusely to the lady that spilled the drink. No, there’s no need to buy her a new drink either, your face got soaked, not her’s, she was the one not looking where she was going. OFFERING AN AUTOGRAPH FROM ERASERHEAD? HUH? DID SHE LOSE HER DRINK OR DID SHE LOSE HER WHOLE GODDAMN FAMILY?

Oh, she doesn’t even know who Eraserhead is. Ha. That’s right, walk home with your sorry little green head all wet. That’ll teach you not to bribe civilians.

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The next day, you wake up, ignore Hawks’ text first thing in the morning, open your window and jump out. Then you wake up in your bed again, and repeat. Repeat. Repeat. It’s entertaining for all of six minutes before the nothingness and despair becomes passionless.

What’s left? What more is there?

Well, it was kinda fun taking Ryukyu up to space (no it wasn’t?). You could try that again. Opening the window, you go up this time, instead of down.

Today, you’ll try to reach the sun.

First, you’re shot by someone who must think you were a stray bird. First, rude. Second, still illegal. Rot in jail. You love being a pro hero, the police do whatever you say with overt rudeness but begrudging submission.

Second, you look into the sun too long and uh. Die. That one’s embarrassing.

Third, claws dig into your hips and yank you down.

“Hey!” You scratch at the hands assisting gravity in bringing you closer to the ground. “What the hell, what are you doing? You never get here this early!”

“What are you doing? Where are you even going?”

“I will kick you in the balls if you don’t let me go, you dumb shit!”

“You’re so nice,” Hawks drawls, and his legs wrap around yours too, one arm around your front to pin your arms to the side. Now it’s only his wings keeping you afloat, his air giving you flight. It infuriates you, appealing muscles aside. “Someone just took a picture of us, by the way. Have fun explaining that one.”

You growl as fiercely as humanly possible, wriggling in his grasp. “Stupid stupid stupid bird impedes justice, gets murdered for it.”

“Too wordy for a hashtag.”

“Okay, how’s about—” It makes your chest hurt when you do it, but you suck in wind towards you using your own breath, and shoot it down to throw his arms away from you. “Hashtag I Did Hawks’ Dad!”

His wings flap as he falls, but he catches himself in no time. You’re propelling back up already, clouds not even within touching distance yet. Not that you wanna touch them. They’re really cold. Might as well touch Endeavor’s heart while you’re at it.

“For your information.” His nails graze your nape this time, and he grips the back of your uniform. With a grunt, he pulls you back again, too strong for those weak birdy bones. You shoot downwards, gasping. “That would make you a criminal fucker.”

You’re sideways, hair twisting in strange ways as you glare up at him. His wings expand impressively, blocking the sun and giving you a good look at a world of crimson gold.

“Sorry about your dirtbag father. Can you get out of the fucking way?”

Hawks holds up a finger with a condescending look, pointing to his right, then his left. “See these? These are legitimate directions to fly in. Up is nothing. Up doesn’t have anything for you.”

“You’re a fake friend,” you spit, jetting up with a fist raised.

He blocks, immediately raising his leg to kick you, but you saw that move coming because sometimes you watch his fight compilations for entertainment (and his compilations in real life too, duh). His foot connects with your arm, and the sunlight gleams in his visor. “Is that so? Elaborate for me.”

“Do you know how fucking bored I am? Do you have any idea how much I hate every single fucking person on this planet?”

You land a square hit on his chest; the victory is short lived. Feathers sneak into your sleeves and pull you down, ignoring your kicking and screaming.

“Who could you possibly hate?” he sings.

“You, for starters, winged piece of shit! And Endeavor, yeah, that’s right, dickrider. Cry about it. I hate All Might too—did you know he’s a fraud? And his stupid ass sidekick, or ex boyfriend, or whatever, I paid him a visit and every time he’s about to tell me my future I end up dying, because life hates me just as much as I hate life! I’m not even allowed to know how I go out! Ryuku and Best Jeanist think they can appeal to my better nature, well, I DON’T HAVE ONE! Oh, I hope you get to marry someone someday, Hawks, and I hope they cheat on you and take all your money.”

It might look like you’re flailing, but you’re not. You’re just trying to air out your own clothes to get the feathers out. The man who had taken a picture of you is not full on recording the fight you and Hawks are having.

You flash him two matching middle fingers.

“Stop it,” Hawks snarls, apparently fed up now (one word against Endeavor and Fanboy Hawks comes out to play). “That shit’ll go viral, you know it will.”

“Sorry to ruin your perfect image, golden boy.” You finally rip the last feather out of your sleeve, biting it in half and spitting it out just to spite him. “Kiss my ass—fuck!”

You’re pinned. Fully against the building. The feathers aren’t under your clothes, they don’t need to be. They connect with each other to form a link that pins your ankles and wrists individually and before you can suck in any air a few more stuff into your mouth as a makeshift gag. Upside down. “I’m not worried about my image, songbird. Your popularity rating is at an all time low lately.”

Because you don’t pose for posers the way he does. And also maybe how not child friendly you are in interviews. Maaaybe because most of the other heroes don’t even like you enough to team up with you.

Not! That! It! Matters!

Hawks can read you well enough from your eyes. He maneuvers his body upside down to look at you face up, and looks into your gaze with a slight quirk of his lips. “What’s the matter, Nightingale? You hate hero society all of a sudden?”

NO SHIT.

“You wanna skip patrol today?”

NO.

“Why not?”

WE’LL BE CALLED TO FIGHT CLOCKINTHEHOLE ANYWAY AND IF WE DON’T GET THERE IN TIME PEOPLE GET INJURED AND YOU GET ALL SAD FOR THE REST OF THE DAY.

“Sorry, gonna need your mouth to transcribe that one.” The gag is lifted and before you can scream he covers your mouth with his hand, “Hey,” he coos, looking like his hair is flying up, “I’m serious. We can skip patrol, or I can do it on my own. I’ll cover for you, no problem.”

“Dude,” you choke, and the wetness running up your temple makes you realize you’re crying, “I wanna die.”

His face changes immediately, dropping every bit of his persona in an instant. The feathers loosen and release you, dropping you, and he catches you bridal style before you can turn on Aerial.

“Alright, hang on.” His face is pained as he nudges your window open, carrying you in. “Hang on.”

The blood rushes back to your head, and the tears fall normally. He places you against your headboard, right next to the body pillow you always wake up next to. The sight of it makes you cry harder.

“Hey, hey.” Just like he did every time you tried to manipulate fighting tactics out of him to use against Endeavor, Hawks’ thumbs come up to brush your tears away. He sits at the edge of your bed, as though he’s visiting you in the hospital. “Hey, pretty girl, c’mon. Talk to me. Tell me everything. Let me help you.”

Your hands tangle in your own hair and your eyes shut, looking every bit the crazy lady you’ve become. “I want to fly into the sun. Please, just let me do that.”

“I can’t,” he pleads, taking his visor off and setting it aside. His jacket goes next, and he drapes it over you like the two of you aren’t indoors. And not on a date. He’s watched one too many cheesy romcoms. His favorite is John Tucker Must Die. You think that’s because he has mommy issues.

“I can’t,” he repeats, nudging himself next to you and moving your hands from your hair to your lap. His own hands go up to pat your hair down, and brush your shoulders, touch as light as a feather.

He’s grooming you. Dumb bird.

A painful sob escapes you, and you fall into him as he rubs your arms, your back, your hair. His bodysuit quickly becomes wet with your tears, but he doesn’t seem to mind, lips on your temple and arms tight around you. He even leans down and kisses a tear straight off your cheek.

“I’ve been living the same day again and again. I’ve lost count of the days. I killed people and I manipulated you and you keep helping me but nothing works. Everyday I have to go through this. Everyday the universe finds a way to kill me. I haven’t—” Your own wail cuts you off, and he squeezes you closer. “I haven’t seen nighttime in forever! I’ll forget what nighttime looks like soon, I’m so sick of the sun!”

He doesn’t say anything. Sometimes he believes you straight away, sometimes he doesn’t, but either way he eventually takes it in stride. He cheers you up. He takes you places or he talks and talks and talks until you’re laughing, laughing so hard you almost don’t feel the pain when you die.

His lips burn on your skin. He keeps them on your temple, warming you far more than his jacket does.

“I hate telling you this every time,” you sniff, “I wish there was a way I could fast forward it.”

Still, he doesn’t talk. He moves instead, holding you to his heart like you’re.

Gold.

When Hawks does speak, his voice is thicker than normal, like he’s holding back something. Tears of his own, or a confession. Too many times he’s seen you vulnerable now, even if he doesn’t remember, and you don’t think you’ll ever see him in such a state.

“If you wanna fly into the sun, I won’t stop you.”

You look at him. No hint of a lie in those golden eyes. Pulling away from the safety you’d embraced for a second, you sit back and swallow. “Yeah? No lie?”

“No lie. You’ll come back, right? The day will reset. So it’s okay.”

“Yeah.” Unless today is finally the last day. But you doubt it. You’ll know when it is. If it ever comes.

“Then you can go. Or…”

A few minutes ago, you’d have jumped out the window the second he stopped holding you back. “Or?”

“Or.” His tongue pokes into the side of his cheek. Thinking face. One of the few people who doesn’t have a dumb thinking face. This one actually looks like he’s thinking. “You let me take you somewhere.”

“Where?”

“Surprise,” he says softly, “you’ll like it. Promise.”

And you figure you can always fly into the sun tomorrow. The giant ass star isn’t going anywhere.

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He’s had a hand over your eyes for a couple minutes now, guiding you inside…somewhere. Every few seconds he makes a shushing sound, to who you assume are bystanders wondering why the rude hero who trended number one on Twitter this morning (#FrightingaleBreakdown) is wandering around.

“Are you taking me to a strip club?” you ask suddenly. “I really don’t wanna go to a strip club right now.”

“No, but that’s a good idea. Tell me that one later. Or, tomorrow, or whatever. Whenever you want.”

Yeah. Okay.

A door closes, and that’s when he finally moves his hand. You’d assumed you would have to shield your eyes from some ceiling light. But instead, you’re met by even more darkness.

Well. Not total darkness.

There’s a hint of white. A sliver of silver. And it’s everywhere.

You honesttoGod gasp, staggering back as you witness the night sky. The stars twinkle like shiny teeth (that sparkle, adding beauty to my faaaace, my shiny teeth that glisten, just like a christmas tree, you know they’d walk a mile, just to see me smile (woo!) my shiny teeth and me). Your hands tremble as they close over your mouth, and you don’t realize that you’re tearing up until Hawks’ fingers are under your eyes again, catching the tears before they can fall.

“I know a planetarium isn’t the same as the actual night.” He glows like this, how does one do that? What’s his skincare routine? “But…it’s better than nothing, and I’ll bring you here whenever you want. You say the word to me and we’re here. Or anywhere else. If you can’t get out of the loop, then you should take advantage of it. Have fun. Do things you’ve never had time to do before. I’ll help you.”

For all this trouble, you should stare up at the faux sky, not at him.

“And um, to speed up the process.” His cheeks dust pink, and he whispers, “Keigo.”

That’s when you find your voice. “What?”

“Keigo. My name. I’ve never told anyone, so, you know. I’ll believe you faster.” His face is red now, all the way up to the tips of his prickly ears.

“Kei-go.” You test it out on your tongue, eyes on him. “Well, what if I’m just messing with you and I’m not actually reliving today?”

He exhales in a way that tells you the thought didn’t even cross his mind. As if you’re sooo goodhearted you would never do such a thing. But you absolutely would.

“It’d be worth it.” Hawks—Keigo—shrugs. “To hear you say my name.”

Oh.

You step forward, you think, to kiss him, but before you get the chance the ground shakes, and then crumbles directly under your feet. You don’t even hear his cry of surprise. Is this an earthquake? No, quicksand? But that makes no sense—except the curse doesn’t make any sense at all, so yeah. Sure. You’ll go out like that.

You wake up with the taste of sand and good sense never to try and kiss your partner again.

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“You’re early!” Hawks greets you at patrol.

“Yeah, well.” You sigh, blowing into the cup of hot tea in your hand. “We don’t all take our time like you, Keigo.”

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You Are My Queen Now | Part 5

Word Count: 14k (fml)

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff

Summary: Growing up as a child of a minor lord, you had it instilled in you since a young age that you needed to find yourself a rich and affluent husband that would not only provide a comfortable life for you, but would also help further your family’s position in the court. So it was of the utmost importance that you remain a virgin in order to land such a coveted husband.

The problem lies when the man you secretly love, Prince Beomgyu, suddenly and unabashedly propositions you.

Warnings: mentions of past noncon, mentions of domestic violence, nongraphic descriptions of dead bodies, misogyny.

You lay in bed, motionless and staring up at the ceiling. You can hear the maids drawing up the bath for you in the attached bathroom, which means he’ll be here any minute now to help you get ready for the day.

This is your routine now. He comes in every morning, takes you out of bed, strips you down and cleans you up. Then he dresses you in whatever resplendent gown he’d settle on for the day, and even does your hair. Then you eat breakfast together before he has to go do his princely duties.

And here he is now at the door, as graceful and delicate as ever as he moves towards your still body. He rests a knee on the bed and leans over you, squeezing his arm between your body and the mattress and helping you up like a guardian angel rescuing his human. But like Lucifer, he’s no longer an angel, and his hands only pull you in further into this inescapable abyss.

With all the honeyed inflection of the devil himself, he urges, “Come on, princess. Time to get up. How are you feeling today?”

You don’t say anything to him. You rarely do anymore because that could be misconstrued as you wishing to have any part of his sick play.

Still, every day, he comes in with a hopeful smile, thinking that today might be the day you actually smile back at him. But just like always, his hope withers under your empty gaze and flits away on the back of his defeated sigh as he gets up and helps you to your feet.

He walks you towards the bathroom, dismissing the maids so you’d be left alone, and then he works on removing your nightgown. You stand there as motionless as a doll as he pushes it down your body until he’s on his knees and you’re completely naked in front of him.

His gaze always lingers for a second too long–a battle against longing being plainly fought behind his hungry eyes–and you hold your breath and wonder if today is the day he loses control.

Thankfully, it’s not.

Gulping, he stands up and guides you to the bath, helping you get in before grabbing the loofah. He rubs a bar of soap against it to get it lathered up before using it to gently scrub your body.

You move every which way for him, lifting your arms obediently so he’d have an easier time cleaning them–your legs too when he gets to them. His hands never make direct contact with your skin. Only the rough surface of the loofah greets you as it brushes over your breasts and between your legs. He pays the most attention to your back, knowing you enjoy that the most.

You hum as the coarse material scratches every itch you didn’t even know you had, and if his hands falter in their trajectory at your sounds of contentment, you complain only inwardly.

Once you’re all covered in soap and bubbles, thoroughly scrubbed until you’re pink, he grabs the bucket of warm water and rinses you off. You close your eyes, letting the heat seep into your skin.

Every day, you watch the frothy water as it runs down the drain and imagine that you’re melting along with it to evaporate into nothing. But then the water is all gone and you’re still there. He is too.

He dries you up with a piece of cloth and takes you back to the bedroom where he dresses you and sits you in front of your dresser.

"Look what I got you, baby." He pulls out a box from his pocket and opens it. Inside it is a stunning pearl necklace. He place it around your neck and clasps it from the back.

"What do you think, my love?" He asks tentatively, his fingers lingering for a moment over your neck in a gentle caress.

"It's pretty." You say in a hollow voice, raising your arms up to grab his hands and remove them from your shoulders.

His face falls and you think you can see a wet glint in his eyes before he looks away. He grabs the hairbrush and starts untangling your hair, avoiding your stare in the mirror.

He sings to you as he does your hair in a braid–that’s all he can really do. You close your eyes, and let yourself get carried away by his voice. He sings a familiar song, a love song he used to sing to you when you were teens.

Back then, flustered by your hidden affection for him, you sought to hide it from him by making fun of the sappy song and his high-pitched voice, jokingly lamenting the bad luck of the woman he’ll love because she’d have to suffer through such overflowing emotions–-not knowing that you’re her but desperately wishing that you are.

But everything’s different now. You can hear it in the depth of his voice, and in the way he doesn’t shy away from letting you know who exactly he loves.

"I can never get sick of looking at you." He murmurs, plucking up the courage to catch your gaze again through the mirror as he fixes stray wisps of your hair. "If I were to go blind, I would wish to forget everything but your beautiful face."

Once again, you stay silent. No amount of flowery words or declarations of love is going to make any of this okay. You just watch as he crumbles under your indifferent eyes.

Just then, you hear a knock at the door that breaks your staring contest. He looks down as he tells the person to come in.

It’s the maids bringing in your breakfast. They place it on the table in front of your couch as he puts the finishing touch on your hair, clasping a stunning emerald clip on the side of your head before he takes your hand and leads you towards the couch.

You think, in a weird way, he actually enjoys taking care of you like this. Yes, it eats at him that you’re not talking to him, but to get to do every little thing for you is something he seems to like. After all, he did promise to take care of you completely. In a sick way, to him, this must feel like fulfilling that promise–proving to you that he can provide you with everything. It's evident in the way he meticulously cuts up the food for you and feeds it to you with a small smile on his face.

You accept the food without a fight, obediently chewing and swallowing every bite, but it all might as well turn to ash in your mouth for how tasteless the normally sublime meals now seem to you. Like everything else–the dresses, the fine jewelry, the cosmetics–it's all a farce. None of it means anything. You’re like a jester wearing the king's jewels to play an absurd joke. What does any of it mean when everyone knows you're just the whore? When it doesn't come with any power whatsoever, not even over your own life??

Throughout the meal, he speaks to you, telling you about anything and everything, throwing ideas at the wall in the hopes that it would be the thing that finally makes you talk. But it never does.

When your food is all gone, he wipes your mouth off and calls for the maids to clean everything up.

"I have to go." He informs you when the maids are finished. "What will you be doing today?"

"Waiting for you. Isn’t that what I'm for? To entertain you?"

"No. You’re so much more than that to me. You know I would give you the whole world on a platter if I could." He grabs your hands, proclaiming earnestly, but you don’t give him any reaction. He sighs defeatedly. "Why don't you rejoin the ladies in waiting? It would do you good to do something other than sit here in your room all day."

You huff scornfully, and pull your hands out of his grip. "Why? So your poor sister has to suffer through dealing with me and other ladies can treat me with disgust?"

You try to beat him down with the venom in your words, but he refuses to stay down. "Well then, what would you like to do? I hate seeing you like this."

"But I thought you said you're ok with breaking me."

That’s a good punch. That one hurt him.

"I’m sorry. I just…” He struggles to find the words for a second. “I had to do what I had to do to keep you.”

“How romantic.”

“I tried romantic! I did everything you wanted!” He exclaims.

You don’t bother replying to him. You just look away from him in disgust because you don’t have any fight in you anymore. And because you know it hurts him all that much more.

“Don’t just sit there. Yell at me. Hit me. Do anything. Just don’t ignore me, god damn it!” He beseeches but you maintain your silence, breaking him down just a little bit. “I miss you so much, princess. You’re right here with me but it’s like you’re not, and I don’t know what to do to bring you back. I know you hate me and I hate myself too for what I did to you but I never would’ve done it if you didn't try to leave me. I would’ve waited for you. I waited for years, didn’t I? I just couldn’t handle you leaving me. I’d die if you left me. I’d kill if you left me. Just tell me what to do. Other than marriage, what could he give you that I can’t?”

You scoff. “You speak as if marriage is a triviality.”

“And you speak as if I wouldn’t have married you if I had any say in the matter!” He shouts, exasperated. “Do you even realize what I’ve done for you? I gave my life for you. I fought for you so fucking hard but my father wouldn't listen. He never cared about me until he found a use for me. I'm nothing but a good business deal to him. He said it himself. He told me that marrying her was my only chance to prove to him why I deserve to carry the family name. But still I refused because I love you! So then he threatened to take you away from me. He said he would withdraw his support of your father and send you away to a brothel if I don’t marry her. I had to do it to protect you. He has always used you against me and now I’m losing you because of him." His eyes glint dangerously as finishes off his maddened rant, and his hands fist into his lap. “God, I could just kill him.”

"Don’t be stupid.” You jump in quickly, scared of the hateful wrath you see in him. “What use would that be to us? You’re married already."

"To someone I don’t love. I only love you. But now you won't even speak to me.” He cries out, his anger teetering back into despair. “What do I have to do to win you back?"

Win you back? It’s just like Beomgyu to think he can make any of this better, to think that this is just like any of his other mess ups that you sweeped under the rug because he hit you with his puppy eyes.

"What about archery, huh? You always wanted to do that, right?"

“Archery? That’s your repentance?” You bark out a laugh, "I thought these things weren't for ladies. Or is it okay now that I'm officially the whore?"

"You'll never be the whore for me. I told you, I would’ve made you my princess if I had the power to. I would’ve left everything behind if you wanted me to.”

“What I want is for you to let me go.” You scream. You’re so frustrated, you could pull your hair out.

“I can’t do that.” He grits out, holding his anger on a tight leash for you. “Just think about it, okay? Why don't you take a stroll around the garden or head to the library to clear your mind? I got you that book you've been wanting for a long time."

"The book of fairytales?" You can't help letting a tinge of excitement color your voice. You don't want to do anything that would make Beomgyu feel even remotely okay with what he did to you, But you also don't care that much. This is the first hint of positive emotion you've felt since that night and you'll be damned if you have to squash it, even for him.

"Yes, my love." He grabs your hand and tries to kiss it but you draw it back. Still, the smile only falters for a blink of an eye. "Go take a look at it. I have to go now but maybe I can read you some of it tonight."

That’s part of the routine too. Even though he can’t stay the night with you, he makes sure to put you to sleep before he leaves, frequently either reading or singing you to sleep.

Getting up, Beomgyu’s eyes linger on you for a second, heavy with a longing and love that if a deity were to exist, he wouldn't have been allowed to possess, before he sighs and reluctantly walks away.

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Stepping into the library, you don’t expect the scandal you walk onto–princess Ryujin in the arms of lord Soobin, kissing and touching as if they are the newlyweds.

Your gasp alerts them to your presence and they draw apart. Soobin jumps to put a distance between the two of them, while the princess pulls away more deliberately, for all the world as if she’s not ashamed of being caught.

“My lady–” Lord Soobin starts, eyes as wide as those of a cornered rabbit, and his body shaking just as much.

You don’t know what to say. What does one even say in this situation?

Are you two together? Do you love him? How can you cheat on your husband who cheated on you?

It all sounds so stupid. Luckily, she speaks for all of you.

“You go ahead, Binnie. I’ll be right behind you.” She tells him, her tone brokering no argument as she nudges him forward lightly.

Binne?

“Of course, princess. My lady.” Binnie gives you a curt bow and flees the scene, leaving you and the princess alone in the library.

She turns to you and laughs at your, you can only imagine, stupefied expression.

“You can’t seriously be shocked by this.” She says it like she’s disappointed in you. “What? So he can fuck around with you but I can’t kiss a few men? It’s not like I fuck them since the ‘progeny has to remain pure’.”

A few men? So lord Soobin isn’t the only one?

You finally gain enough brain capacity to close your dry mouth and attempt a response. “It’s none of my business.”

“Bullshit.” She scoffs, “He knows.”

She doesn’t need to mention his name for you to know that she’s talking about Beomgyu. He knows? Does he care?

As if she can read your mind–or maybe she can just read your expression, she answers. “He doesn’t care. He’s crazy about you.”

She walks up to you, and for an unknown reason, you worry she would slap you. She’d be within her right, you suppose. The man who was promised only to her, has fucked you on their wedding night.

But she doesn’t touch you. She stops right in front of you and looks you deep in the eyes, her gaze unreadable, but it makes you feel naked in front of her. “He doesn’t even look at me when he fucks me, you know? Just pushes my head into the pillow and takes me from behind. He even moans out your name sometimes.”

“I’m so sorry.” You don’t know why you’re apologizing. You’re not the one doing this to her. Still, you feel guilty somehow. Maybe it’s because her words placate an ugly part of you that is jealous she even gets to lie with your man, wear his name while you’re relegated to being the whore.

She laughs. “If you’re going to be sorry for something, then be sorry for this.” She pulls one of her sleeves up to show an ugly handprint on her forearm.

“Oh my god.” You gape at her, horrified. Beomgyu didn’t do that, did he? “Is he forcing you?”

“Forcing me? Did you not hear me? He’d rather not even have to look at me.” She comments bitterly. “Not that I want him to. I’d rather he never touched me too but what can we do? They have to have their heir. It would be nice if he wasn’t so rough and outwardly disgusted with it though. I bet he’d never do that to his precious princess.”

For a split second, that same monstrous feeling of satisfaction flashes through your veins at the physical evidence of Beomgyu’s loyalty to you, but it gets flushed out just as quickly with shame and anger. Yes, you feel sorry for her, but she has no idea what you’ve been through at his hands. “He’s done worse. He took me against my will.” You seethe, “He ruined my chances at a good marriage. He betrayed my trust.”

“And he’d do anything to make it up to you. He’s like a sad, repressed puppy trying to control himself around you so you wouldn’t be angry at him anymore. He moans it into my ear when he’s particularly drunk and needy, saying how much he loves and misses you, begging you to take him back…” She trails off in a disgusted grimace that mars her beautiful face. “If I were you, I’d take advantage of it. You have him wrapped around your finger. You should milk him for all his worth.”

“I don’t want anything from him. I want to get married to a good man who would love me and take care of me and not treat me like his property. I want to feel like I actually have a say in my own life!”

“A good man? Like who? Your murder-happy lord? Spineless Soobin? There are no good men, darling. Only the lesser of two evils, and Beomgyu is that. Most men are like Soobin, cowards who would claim to love you but drop you if it would harm them in any way, and the ones who wouldn’t are like your lord Taehyun–fucking insane. At least with Beomgyu, you get to live in a palace and wear the finest things, eat the most delicious food and have people wait on you hand and foot. If you were with any other man, you’d be treated like shit and you’d have none of that.” She expounds as if she was imparting some profound advice onto you. “If I were you, I’d learn to tame him and I’d have myself a loyal and generous lover for life.”

"How can you say that to me knowing what he did to me?” You bluster, “Aren't you a woman as well?"

"I am, that's why I'm saying it. Sweetheart, we live in a world dictated by men. You think as a princess I have any power of my own? I grew up getting taught how to be the perfect wife and woman so I can be shipped off to marry a man who doesn't give two fucks about me because he's in love with another woman, and yet I can't do anything about it because my only role in life is to provide a son for him so that the bond between our kingdoms can be strengthened and the men in charge can grow more powerful. Women rarely have the chance to have any real power. If we’re lucky, the only power we can have is through a loving husband or a doting son.”

“But he is not my husband. He is yours.”

“He may not be your husband, but he treats you more like his wife than he does with me. He’d do anything to make you happy.” She says, stepping away from you. “Use that.”

You can sense that the conversation is over, and you don’t bother stopping her as she bids you goodbye and leaves. But not before she tells you to think about her words.

Think about it. That’s what they’ve both said, as if you can fucking stop thinking about it.

Is he right? Is she? Is this really the best you can hope for?

She is right about most men, you know that much. Before Taehyun came along, none of the countless lords you’ve come across in your lifetime dared to approach you. They were all too scared of Beomgyu. But Taehyun is different. He’s strong. He actually stood up to Beomgyu. He could protect you.

But could he love you? You think he could, but do you even really know him? And does it matter anyway? You’re damaged goods now, not worth protecting, not worth loving.

And you’re too much of a coward to even tell him. You just let him keep sending you letters that you don’t even have the courage to read because you’re so scared, so fucking ashamed of what Beomgyu has done to you. Knowing that when Taehyun finds out that you’ve been defiled. He’d be so repulsed, he’d drop you.

No, you can’t handle that. It would be like Beomgyu had broken you a second time.

So you just throw his letters straight into the fireplace, watching them go up in flames along with your stupid hopes and dreams.

Beomgyu has won. You’re his now.

You feel crushed by the weight of it. You need a distraction, an escape into a land where love exists as you’ve always known it. Not the ugly, twisted thing it has turned out to be. And you can find just that in the fairytale collection.

You dive into it with fervor, trying to soak up every loaded glance, every heroic act, every brazen declaration of unending love. You wield it like armor around your body, trying to shield yourself away from the harsh reality, but it’s useless.

The words blur in front of your eyes and enter your brain as an incomprehensible fog. Still you keep trying, braving the tears along with the heroes of the story until your tears drown them.

Closing the book, you curl onto yourself on the chair, feeling so small and wretched. Usually when you’re so overcome with emotion like this, Beomgyu would hold you in his arms and let you cry until the storm blows over.

But what happens when he himself is the cause of that storm? What do you get when your feelings of profound betrayal mixes with your desire to be comforted by him?

It’s easy. You get a sense of self-loathing so intense you feel like you might just be annihilated altogether.

But you can’t. He won’t let you.

As if he had a direct connection to your heart, he appears at this moment, rushing to you and engulfing you in a right embrace. With his arms around you, you’re now in the eye of the storm, and the violent winds can’t rip you apart anymore.

"Oh, my darling, what's wrong?" He coos softly, kissing the top of your head. “Talk to me.”

Wordlessly, you cling onto him, trying to hide in him, from him. But he won’t have that. He cradles your face and pulls your head back gently to take a look at your wet cheeks and puffy eyes, and his expression sharpens. “What happened? Did someone hurt you?”

Your nod is miniscule, and his jaw tightens. “Who?”

“You.”

That makes him falter, his face breaking upon the jaggedness of his previous expression. “What?”

“You’ve really hurt me, Beomgyu. I never thought that you of all people would hurt me this bad.” You say through shuddered intakes of breath, “Weren’t you the one who always said you’d protect me?”

“I-I thought I was.”

You give him a defeated look. You’re so tired. So fucking tired, you can’t fight anymore.

But he can. “I was wrong for forcing myself on you. It was a moment of weakness spurred by the madness of fearing that I was going to lose you. And I was hurt. However much I may have hurt you before, none of it compared to the mere thought of you leaving me. I was heartbroken, lovesick, and I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me.”

“That is not an excuse–”

“It’s not. I shouldn’t have done it and I regret it.” He emphasizes, “But I don’t regret keeping you from him. He’s dangerous. I know he is, and I know you’d see it too if you got the chance but I’d die before I risk him touching even a single hair on your head. It’s an ugly world out there, princess, and I’ve been trying so hard to protect you from it. No one will love you like I do.”

“Haven’t you ever heard of the saying ‘if you love something, set it free’?”

“Whoever said that must’ve not loved anyone as much as I love you.” He says firmly as if these are the truest words ever spoken, and he leans his head against yours. “And you used to love me that way too.”

You hate yourself but his embrace feels soothing and his skin feels warm and you’ve just been so deprived. Yes, he will never give you the love you've read about in your books but no one else would ever love you now.

You may never forgive him, but what can you do? You can’t keep withering away in your room while the world happens around you. You’re hurting no one but yourself. Well, maybe you’re hurting Beomgyu too, but is hurting him worth living in misery?

He is right. They're all right. The kind of unconditional selfless love you long for only exists in books, right next to knights in shining armor who rescue the damsel in distress and sweep her away to a faraway land.

People in the real world can be ugly, and maybe it takes a monster to protect yourself.

You place your hand on his cheek and he leans into it. You could do this. You could make this work.

Brushing your thumb over his cheek, you feel his eyelashes against the tip of it as he blinks lovingly at you. “You'll teach me archery?”

His smile is the brightest you've seen in a long time and you have to stop yourself from looking away so it won't affect you. You should hate him. You do hate him. But you also love him. Maybe you're as sick as he is.

"Yes. Yes.” He gushes, and for a split second, he looks like he’s going to kiss you in a burst of excitement, but he jerks to a halt when you unconsciously flinch back. Hurt flashes across his face and his smile turns sad as he grabs your hands instead, and plants a kiss on the inside of each one. “Thank you.”

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At night, he comes to read you to sleep like he always does.

Cuddled in his arms, he dictates to you in that deep, lulling voice of his, the book of fairy tales. You’re not hearing the words so much as just letting the vibrations from his chest transverse your back and oscillate across your limbs, like a cat purring, as he recounts the tale of a mermaid who longed to be with a human prince after saving him from a shipwreck.

She loved him so much, she traded her voice for legs so she could be with him. She was told that if she couldn’t make the prince fall for her, she’d die and dissolve into sea foam. But she still went to him, and even though every step she took with her new feet felt like a sword jabbing deep into her, she would dance for him just because he loved to watch her dance.

She became his most beloved companion, but still he didn’t fall for her. He was arranged to marry the princess from the neighboring kingdom, and despite his initial reluctance, he falls for her, thinking she’s the one who saved him all that time ago. The mermaid’s heart breaks. She did so much for him, sacrificed so much, and yet he chose another woman.

As she contemplates her impending doom for failing to make the prince fall for her, her sisters come to her with a dagger that they’d procured from the very same sea witch who had given her her legs, instructing her to kill the prince with it so she can turn back into a mermaid and rejoin her family, free of all the pain he’d caused her.

But the mermaid can’t bring herself to do it. She loved him too much. And so, with the rise of dawn, she throws herself into the sea, becoming one with it as she turns into foam.

The story brings you to tears. They start off small, just silent tiny sniffles, but soon crescendo as the story comes to an end until you’re full on sobbing. That’s all you seem to do now, cry.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry I read you such a sad story. Do you want me to read you something else?” He panics, flipping through the book, looking for a happier tale. “I’m sure there is something better here.”

You turn around and take the book out of his fluttering hands, closing it. “She sacrificed herself for him because she loves him.”

He looks at you in confusion. “Princess, what–”

“She wasn’t resentful for all she’s done. She wasn’t angry at him. She was just sad. And when it came to her happiness or his own, she chose his, because that’s what true love really means.”

His face dawns in realization.

“Why can’t you let me be happy?”

"No one can make you happier than I can." He starts, and you try to look away, exhausted, but he grabs your face and makes you look at him. "What does this book even know about real love and sacrifice? I love you more than anyone has ever loved before, and this stupid book isn't going to take that away from me."

“I love you, princess. I can make you happy. I’ll do everything in my power to make sure of that.” He promises, holding you to him and wiping your tears away. “Hey, look at me.”

“What do you want, Beomgyu?” You cry, “You can’t just strongarm me into being happy when you’re not doing anything to actually make me happy!”

“How can you say that?” He scoffs, bewildered. “I’m bending over backwards for you. How can you not see that? From early on, I made sure your every want was being met. You wanted to be rich so I made your family rich for you. You wanted an influential position so I made you a lady of the court. I treat you better than I treat my own wife. What else can you possibly ask for?”

“I want dignity.” You retort, “I want freedom.”

“So do I!” He screams back, “You think I’m happy about being in a political marriage while fighting every day to keep the person I really love from leaving me?”

He grabs you and pulls you close, his forehead pressed against your own and eyes boring into yours so you can’t escape. “Please. Just bargain with me. Isn’t there anything else I can do to make you happy? You used to be so happy to be with me before. How can I bring that back? Just ask and I’ll give it to you.”

“You can’t. It’s too late.” You push him off, and he defeatedly lets you go.

Turning back to the book, his fingers glance over the beautiful illustration of a mermaid lounging out on the beach on the cover, and he asks contemplatively, “Remember that beach?”

“What?” You ask, confused by the sudden detour.

“There is this beach that we used to go to as kids. I don’t know if you remember it.” He explains, a small, sad smile on his face. “You always looked so beautiful there, dressed in your light, flowy dresses, that I’d have to try extra hard not to stare and make a fool of myself in front of everyone.” He laughs, hazarding a glance at you that you’re ashamed to say you dodge.

You wish you didn’t immediately regress back to those memories but you do. He had a way of getting under your skin even when the situation seemed most hopeless. Can you ever really get away from him? You’re almost sure he’d find a way to talk himself into your life somehow.

But, god help you, you do remember. The most striking image in your mind was how beautiful he looked in the water–wet hair glistening and warm skin sunkissed and tan as he smiled at you so brightly, he looked more radiant than the sun in the sky.

“You always looked so happy there too.” He recounts fondly, and you can't help but let the waves of memory wash over you and take you back to when you were so in love and so naive.

It’s been a long time since you’ve seen the azul, frothy waters of the kingdom’s beach. The last time being when you almost died. Despite the gravity of the situation back then, the memory puts a smile on your face.

Beomgyu, always in tune with your feelings, notices and responds back with a quick smile. “Are you thinking of that time you jumped in behind me and almost drowned?” Beomgyu laughs, and you shrug absently, hating how easily he can read you.

“Hey, it looked fun and it wasn’t fair that only the boys got to go in. I didn’t think it was that deep.” You try to reproach, but end up smiling despite yourself.

Every time you’d been to the beach prior to that incident, only the boys were allowed to actually get into the water as it was seen as improper for the ladies to undress and go in. You’d always been very jealous and indignant every time it happened, the cool breeze and salty drizzle coming from the sea beckoning you in.

That last time, you’d finally had enough, dodging the other ladies and jumping into the water. You had tried to get to Beomgyu but, for one, you couldn’t swim, and two, your puffy dress quickly soaked up the water and turned three times as heavy, pulling you down under the waves in no time.

“Remember how you tried to save me but I was so panicked, I pulled you down with me?”

“Yeah, I thought we were both gonna die that day.”

“We would have, if it wasn’t for your brother fishing us out like wet rats.”

Your giggles fill the room, yours light and airy and his loud and a little squeaky. It’s been so long since you’ve heard him laugh like this.

“You know, you still have the same laugh you had as a kid.” You cup his face, looking at him closer. “But your eyes are sadder. They don’t shine the same way anymore.”

“That’s because back then you looked at me like there was no one else in the world but you and I.” He whispers, brushing your hair out of your face. “And I naively thought that was always how it was going to be. But we’re not kids anymore, and you don’t look at me the same.”

“You know why.” You press your lips firmly together, trying to hold on to your resolve and not let him guilt you into giving in.

“I know but sometimes–” He pauses, brushing his fingers over the back of your hand.

“What?” You hate how you hang onto his every word anyway.

“Sometimes I wish we had drowned that day in the sea.” He looks at you, his eyes sparkling like the water was on that day and you fall into them just as deeply. “Then I wouldn’t have had to watch you grow to hate me… Is there even still any love for me left inside you?”

There is. You despise yourself for it but you still love him. He doesn’t deserve to hear it though.

“Got it.” He lets out a pained laugh and retracts his hand, using it to wipe the tears that broke loose from his long lashes. “I know I said I’d rather you hate me than leave, but it still hurts like a suckerpunch.”

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Like everything you ever do, this was a mistake. Archery is harder than you thought it would be. It's far from the graceful, effortless sport it looks like from the outside.

First off, the bow itself is heavy. You struggle to hold it up, but shooting an arrow properly out of it was nearly impossible for you. You couldn’t draw it back far enough, so when you let it go, it didn’t even reach the target. Beomgyu had to stand behind you, supporting the weight of the bow and helping you pull the arrow far enough to shoot. You felt nothing like the capable, fierce woman you’d hoped to embody for and more like a toddler being taught how to hold a spoon.

“Close your eye, princess.” He whispers into your ear, making you shiver, and if you were actually holding up the bow, it might’ve fallen.

Second, it's a lot harder to shoot the targets than you think, even from embarrassingly up close like you are right now. You guess spending your formative years knitting doesn't lend itself to handling a ranged weapon.

It's embarrassing really, how Beomgyu was basically holding the bow for you and guiding your every step and yet you still manage to completely miss the mark. And with the workers milling about, watching and snickering at you, it was doubly as mortifying.

"You know what, maybe I'd shoot better if you weren’t stifling me." You explode at him and he blinks in surprise.

“Princess, I don’t know if you can–”

“I can, okay? I’m not a child.” You huff.

“Okay. Whatever you want.” He lets go of the bow and steps back, holding his hands up in surrender.

You pull the bow upright, your hand shaking as you spring the arrow back. The whole weapon wobbles in your hold as you try your best to get a good draw.

"Baby, I don’t think–” Beomgyu starts, but you don’t listen to him. He’s going to come up with whatever bullshit to stop you from doing it on your own, and honestly you don’t think you can keep your arm straight for much longer.

Third, you learn the hard way why archers always keep their hair out of their face when the arrow catches a strand of your hair and rips it right off. Worst thing is, the arrow doesn’t even reach the target yet again.

You scream bloody murder and drop the bow where it lands on your foot.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You don’t know whether to hold your head or your foot, both intensely pulsating with pain. So you just settle on falling to the ground and screaming.

In a second, Beomgyu is with you on the ground, his arms flying out to check on you.

“Oh, baby. I’m so sorry. I should’ve been more careful.” He berates himself, looking at your scalp where the hair was ripped off. “That must really hurt. What was I thinking bringing you here?”

You tear up at his words and hide your face in the crook of his neck. He had no confidence in you, and for good reason.

“What is it? Where does it hurt the most?” He frets, going back and forth between your head and your foot, not knowing what to focus on.

You just shake your head and wail. “I’m so stupid, and so weak. You’re right. I’ll never be able to take care of myself.”

You had kicked up such a big fuss to get a chance to learn archery, and yet here you are fumbling it up just like Beomgyu said you would. Taehyun would have dropped you even if you were still a virgin.

“You’re not stupid.” He soothes, pulling your foot out of your shoe to look it over and make sure it’s not injured. There is only redness there and it’s starting to swell a bit.

“Don’t lie.” You try to pull your foot back but he holds on tight, massaging it.

“I’m not. I know you feel powerless and that’s why you’re doing all of this, but you’re not. You’re my whole world. My power is all yours. You don’t have to do this.”

You look away because you can’t face him–as always, he sees right through you–but regret it when you see some servants are watching you. Remembering that you’re not alone, you yank your foot out of his lap and put your shoe back on.

But Beomgyu doesn’t get the hint. He moves even closer to check on your hair so you push him off. “People are staring.”

“So what?” He asks, that familiar annoyance coloring his voice. “They all know you’re mine.”

That’s right. They do. Why do you even bother to fight it anymore?

So you just go pliant in his arms, letting him fuss over you and not moving an inch even when you see his sister step into the range.

She greets the both of you as she walks towards you. “What are you doing on the ground?”

“Oh, nothing. We just dropped something.” He says, pressing your hair down to cover the spot that got ripped off then he wraps his arms around you and pulls the both of you to your feet. He doesn’t let go of you even when you’re standing up. It makes you nervous, how Wonyoung is bound to take it. She must think of you as a harlot who is using her brother for his money. She must’ve always thought that.

But her eyes are as kind and sweet as ever.

“What brings you here, Wonnie?”

She sighs. “Father demands you start sitting through dinner with the rest of the family again.”

“You know I can’t leave her alone.” Beomgyu protests, making you feel so small in that moment, that he thinks you can’t even eat on your own. You suppose he had been personally hand feeding you for a while now, but still.

“That’s fine.” You hurry to say. “I can eat alone.”

He gives you a look as if to say you can’t. But Wonyoung steps in. “Why don’t you join us too? You have a seat at the table as one of my ladies in waiting.”

You look at her wistfully. “Thank you for being kind to me but I was never a lady in waiting.”

“You are to me.” She insists, and you can’t detect any hint of sarcasm in her tone. “And I want you there.”

Her words choke you up. She actually wants you there?

You look between the two siblings, both looking back with equal conviction. You guess it runs in the family.

“Okay. I will.”

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You’re getting ready for dinner, putting on one of your favorite dresses and making your hair up real nice–you have to look good to make up for not feeling like it–when that maid steps into the room.

You look at her through the mirror, staring warily as she locks the door behind her and walks towards you. You can already see the letter she’s pulling out of her dress pocket.

“You have to stop–” You start saying but she pushes the letter into your hands. “Lord taehyun insists that you read this.”

“It’s useless–”

“He insists.” She repeats, “Just read it. If you don’t like what he says in it then he’ll stop bothering you.”

You sigh, ripping the letter out of her hands. You suppose you can’t escape this so you might as well just get it over with.

You think she’ll leave you to it but she just stands there and waits, probably to make sure you actually read it. You sigh again, opening it. You can see that it’s a short message, but you know it could either make or break you.

I know what he did to you.

Your breath catches in your throat. This is it. This is him telling you how disgusted he is with you and that he never wants to speak to you again.

I’m so sorry, I couldn’t protect you. I am sorry it happened because of me. I know you think I don’t want you now. I know you’re burning my letters because of it. But I still want you. It’s not your fault. He did this to you. I am not going to punish you for what he’s done. If anything, I am going to make him pay for it.

He–he still wants you? Even after Beomgyu has ruined you?

The letter shakes in your hand as you’re overcome with a flurry of emotions–shock, happiness, indignation, worry… but one emotion stands out among the rest, anger. You’re so fucking angry. Beomgyu tried so hard to sabotage your life. He’s been nothing but manipulative, lying to you your whole life, orchestrating everything behind the scenes so you wouldn’t be able to get away from him, scaring away any potential suitor, conspiring with both his family and yours, antagonising Taehyun, imprisoning you, raping you… he’s like a cat playing with the rat it caught, batting it down every time it tried to make a run for it, leaving it more and more weakened until it’s time for it to be devoured.

He did everything to keep other men away from you, to make you feel like no other man would want you, that only he could ever love you, but he still failed. He tried to take everything away from you so you’d have no one but him. And yet here is Taehyun–a man Beomgyu has warned you time and time again about–coming to rescue you from the very man who claims he’s trying to save you. Taehyun still wants you. He hasn’t thrown you to the side because you’re used goods like Beomgyu was hoping.

That's not important right now though. What is important is you and my promise to you that I fully intend to honor. If you still want my help, know that you have it. And this time I'm determined to do it right if my life depends on it. I owe you that after what you've been through.

But I need you to find a way to get out of the castle and preferably the city. I can’t get you out of there without an army. But if you can find a reason to get out, even if he insists on coming with you, I can make it work. I can free you once and for all.

‘Get not only out of the palace but also the city? That should be easy.’ You think bitterly. Beomgyu would never let you do that. If anything, he’s become even more strict with you, keeping a guard near you at all times and not letting you out of his sight for long.

God, just the thought of his name ignites a rage so consuming within you. He really almost had you giving up.

You sit down and write a quick reply to Taehyung, your pen quill digging into the paper so hard it almost cuts through it. You tell him that you fully intend on taking him up on his promise and that you’ll find a way to make it work too if your life depended on it.

You hand the letter over to the maid just in time for Beomgyu to come to pick you up for dinner. You know you can’t let him know how angry you are. He’d get suspicious of the sudden change in your attitude and he might dig until he finds out that Taehyun has been sending you letters. You needed to act normal to not blow your cover.

But you can’t. You’re so upset that he senses it right away, pestering you about it the whole way to the dining hall despite your repeated assurances that you’re fine and that you’re just tired.

At dinner, he keeps his eyes on you the whole time, especially because you don’t take a single bite of your food–the anger inside you filling you up to the brim. You just sit there in front of your full plate, hands curled so tightly around the silverware, your knuckles turn white just so you’d stop yourself from leaping across the table and stabbing him with it.

He, on the other hand, looks incredibly concerned. No doubt wondering why you’re not eating and looking like he’s itching to come and hand-feed you like he’s gotten used to, but he has to stay next to his wife. Which is just fortunate because you don’t think you could control yourself if he comes near you.

Eventually, he can’t help himself anymore.

“Why aren’t you eating?” He asks and you freeze under the stares of everyone.

“I’m not hungry.” You deadpan.

Beomgyu scoffs, not unkindly. “You have to eat.”

“I’m not hungry.” You repeat, stressing on every word. You’re sure everyone around the table can feel the tension between you as you glare down a confused Beomgyu.

“Try the duck.” Wonyoung jumps in, cutting a piece and putting it on your plate. “It’s delicious.”

You know she’s trying to dissipate the tension, but her action has the exact opposite effect as the king slams his drink on the table and grumbles, "Not you too, Wonnie.”

Now, everyone’s eyes are on him, including your own.

“She’s not a child. She can feed herself for fuck’s sake.”

“I know, but father–”

“No buts. You and your brother have spoiled her. You took her in and treated her like one of your own until she deluded herself into thinking she is.”

“Father, please.” Wonyoung panics, shooting a look between you and Beomgyu. You don’t know how you must look right now–shocked? Humiliated? Mortified?

But you know how Beomgyu looks… downright murderous.

“No. I’ve had enough of this joke. It's absurd the way you're masquerading her around like she's something. If he had fucked her long ago like he wanted and you had the heart to put her in her place, she wouldn’t be sitting with us on this table right now. His wife is right here for god’s sake. This is disgraceful."

"I did what you wanted.” Beomgyu grits each word out separately, his anger eclipsing your own to the point where yours feels like a mere tantrum. You can see that he has his hand clasped around one of the serrated knives in front of him, and your stomach churns. “I married her so you can secure your power. What more do you want of me?"

"I want you to stop coddling the whore and be a man worthy of your title."

Oh god, you have to do something and quickly. He might actually do what he’s been threatening to do.

You shoot up to your feet. “I’ll go, my king. Prince Beomgyu, may I please have a word with you?”

The king snorts as you give Beomgyu a pleading look. “Please, my prince.”

Beomgyu takes a look around the table. You don’t know if the others are aware of the weapon in his hand or if they think he’s just holding onto his cutlery like everyone else, but Wonyoung seems to notice too, sending her brother her own pleading look and mouthing the word ‘go’ to him.

You breathe a quiet sigh of relief as he lets go of the knife and stands up, his chair falling behind him from how forcefully he does. You quickly turn around and leave the dining hall, assured that Beomgyu will be hot on your heels.

Once you’re both far enough away and completely alone, he explodes.

“I’m going to kill him. I swear to god I will.”

“Don’t be stupid. You can’t kill him!” You hiss, your wild eyes searching his face for any sign of lingering sanity.

“Why not?”

“If you kill him, you’ll get killed too.”

He laughs. “Isn’t that what you want? For me to die?”

That makes you falter. “What?”

“I saw the way you looked at me at dinner. I see the way you look at me all the time now.” He says bitterly, “You want your freedom, but I could never let you leave. If I die, you'll finally be free.”

“Oh, fuck you, Beomgyu.” You snarl. “Don’t try to act like the victim in this. You want me to feel sorry for you after all you did?”

“Everything I did, I did for–”

“For me?” Your voice rises in pitch and you gesticulate wildly. “Look around you, Beomgyu. None of this is for me. Every day I spend in this fucking castle, it kills me more and more inside. Nobody wants me here. They all look at me and think ‘what is the whore doing next to us?’”

“Who cares about them? You have me!”

“But I don’t have you. Your wife has you, and she doesn’t deserve the way you’re treating her either. You hurt her every night. I have seen the bruises on her body. Do you think that is something that I would want?”

"You want me to make love to her?" He laughs maniacally. No. No you don't. You can barely stand the idea of him being with her but that doesn’t mean that you want him to treat her so dreadfully.

"No, but at least treat her honorably."

“And what about me, huh? You think it’s easy for me to be with her? ” He shouts, "Did you even think of what I have to go through every night when I’m with her? You know that thing I did to you, the reason you hate me so much? It's what I go through everyday with her. I would rather claw out my own heart than fuck her. I feel so fucking disgusted every time I’m forced to touch her, but I have to do it so I can provide for you like you want. I hate every single moment I have to spend in her bed but I do it for you even if it makes me physically sick."

He breaks down at the end of his proclamation and even though he doesn’t deserve your pity, you do pity him. He’s a pawn on someone else’s board, just like you.

“I only want you. I've only ever wanted you.” He grabs you, resting his forehead against yours as his tears fall over your cheeks as if they’re your own. "I'd give you whatever you want if I could."

"But you can't. And what I want now is for you to let me go."

"No, no." He holds onto you tighter, laying his head on your shoulder as he sobs. "Anything but that."

God, how did it ever get to this? This wasn’t how you thought your life was going to go when you were on that beach all that time ago.

That’s it! That’s your ticket out.

Cautiously, you ask, “Anything?”

He pulls back to look at you, eyeing you warily. “What do you have on your mind?”

“I want to go back to that beach.”

“What?” You can tell that his mind is running a million miles an hour to try to figure out the reason behind your sudden request, but you can’t afford to let him reach his own conclusions.

“I’m just fucking tired of being here around your father and the other ladies and your fucking wife.” You exclaim venomously, making him wince. “I want to get away from it all. Don’t you want that?”

“I do but–”

“You say you want me to go back to how I was. How can I do that when we’re surrounded by people who constantly remind me of how I’ll never amount to anything but being your whore?” You plead your case passionately, hoping to god he’d take the bait. “Maybe it would do us good to be away from it all for a little while.”

You know you don’t owe him anything after all he’s done, especially not honesty or love, but you still feel bad for lying about this. Yes, it would be nice to revisit those old memories, but that’s not why you’re suggesting it.

"But the coast—he controls it."

You know, that’s exactly why you suggested it. The kingdom only has one coastline and Taehyun, as the protector of the harbor, controls it. That exact beach isn't inside his city but he rules the whole coastline.

You laugh sharply. "So? You think he wants me now that I'm damaged goods? You took care of that."

You know you got to him with that because he falters and a guilty expression takes over his face. I'm sorry. Will you ever forgive me?"

You need to be careful about your answer. Saying the wrong thing could ruin your chances. But you think you know just what to say to get him to agree.

“I can try.”

“Okay.” He gives in, blindly latching onto the hope of you someday forgiving him, and you almost let out a sigh of relief. “Whatever you want.”

Okay. Okay. This is happening. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest as you’re once again overcome with conflicting emotions–excitment at getting a second chance, fear that the same thing that happened last time would happen again, sorrow at the thought of losing Beomgyu, guilt at having deceived him so when he’s just trying to make you happy. But you can’t let your emotions get the best of you or you’d collapse under the weight of them all. You need to focus on the task ahead and think about the rest later.

But already you can anticipate something that could put a wrench in your plans. “What about the king?" You ask, chewing your lip nervously. Would he let you and Beomgyu go on a “romantic” getaway after the outburst he had over you accompanying him on one trip to the city?

Beomgyu tenses. "I'll make it work."

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It's beautiful, just like you remember.

The sea air hits your body and tears away your troubles with every step you take, the sun searing off any stubborn bits that remain, until you’re stripped down to your most essential parts that then descend into the water to be purified.

Beomgyu is just as beautiful as the sea. He shines under the sun, his skin practically glowing and his hair in waves that rival those of the sea, and as he pulls you in, you finally understand all those tales about dying at the hands of beautiful sea creatures. He’s not the mermaid he’s read to you about, but a siren who holds your very life in his hands.

But Beomgyu doesn’t drown you. Instead, he holds you up on his back, swimming around with you. He’s so graceful, even as he carries you deep into the water with such ease, you think he’ll sprout a tail. You wonder what the colors of his tail would look like? Would it be a warm golden honey color like what he’d always seemed like to you? Would it be a sickly, rotten green that infects everything around it? A fiery red that threatens to consume? A shimmery black like the alluring void that pulls you into him?

“--careful!” Beomgyu’s voice registers in your ears just as a wave hits you. You think it would push you clear off him but his grip on you is strong and you don’t go anywhere. He holds you close to his body as turns around to face you, keeping you up with a steady arm around your waist. You’ve never thought of Beomgyu as being particularly strong, but the way he keeps you pressed to him against the will of the sea makes your stomach flip.

“Careful.” He reprimands, wiping the salty water off your face. “Remember what we talked about, princess?”

“Yes.” You say, blinking the stinging water out of your eyes. “High, duck. Low, jump.” You repeat what he’d instructed you about how to handle the evercoming waves–jump up with him over it when it’s low, and hold your breath and dive under it when it’s too high.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, leaning in towards your face in what you could only assume to be an attempt to steal your breath away.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see a big wave coming.

“DUCK!” You shout and hold your breath to prepare to dive, the last thing you see before going under is Beomgyu’s own eyes closing.

You feel the current pass over you but you don’t worry for a second because Beomgyu’s hold on you is firm and reassuring, and after a few seconds, you feel yourself being pulled back to the surface.

You take a deep breath and wipe the water out of your face, opening your eyes to see the wide grin of Beomgyu, your own face mirroring his.

“How did it feel not to drown for once?”

“Amazing!” You exclaim, truly giddy. “Let’s do it again.”

“Let’s.” He laughs fondly, “Here is another one coming. Jump.”

You bounce over the small wave, the water carrying you upwards like you’re weightless and you wrap your arms around Beomgyu’s neck, clinging to him like your raft.

He looks at you tenderly and your cheeks heat up as if you’re just now meeting him. You suppose you are in a way. It’s been so long since you’ve seen this Beomgyu–your carefree friend who you fell in love with.

A hint of melancholy tickles you at that thought but you don’t have much time to dwell on it before the next wave comes to wash away all your negative feelings. You spend the entire afternoon among the waves, happy to get thrown around every which way as you attempt to guess how high the oncoming waves are going to be.

You don’t always get it right. Sometimes you’d dive when it was low and attempt to jump up when it’s high, getting smashed by the wave, Beomgyu’s clear laugh slicing through the temporary disorientation.

It feels exhilarating in that way only controlled danger can make you feel, because Beomgyu never lets go of you once, and for the first time in a long time, you feel safe in his arms.

By the time the sun starts setting, you’re thoroughly tired out, and Beomgyu wades the both of you back to the shallow end so you could sit in relative calm between his legs, only slightly nudged here and there by the tiny waves that make it to the shore. You grab the sand at your sides, mesmerized by the way it slips through your fingers each time you attempt to pull it out of the water until only a small amount stays in the middle of your palm. He on the other hand busies himself with twirling your hair, fascinated by the way the salty water is making it curl.

“You think it’s too late to drown?” You ask as you lean back into his chest to watch the sunset.

“No, but killing ourselves would kind of put a damper on what I had planned for tonight.”

You crane your head to the side to look back at him suspiciously. “What are you up to?”

“You’ll see.”

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You go back to Beomgyu’s family’s estate to bathe and have dinner before heading back to the beach. He tells his personal guards to stay a little way back so you could have some privacy. He walks you to an area where he had a rug laid out for you, surrounded by flowers and lanterns.

It’s perfect… perfect for what you had planned out, that is.

It would’ve been perfect as a romantic gesture too if he wasn’t married to someone else and keeping you with him against your will.

He sits down on the rug and pulls you down with him, seating you between his legs so your back is resting against his chest before he clumsily pours the both of you a glass of wine. It would’ve been much easier for him to do that if he was unhindered but Beomgyu doesn’t seem interested in letting you go even for a second. He’s been attached to you throughout your whole time here, even more so than he usually is, as if he can sense the danger in the air.

And maybe he can. Beomgyu has always been quite intuitive when it comes to you. That’s how he caught you last time. So you needed to make sure to dull his natural attentiveness. Luckily, you have a large bottle of the finest wine in the kingdom to aid you.

“I’ve never seen so many stars.” You comment in wonder. Back home, the forever burning lights of the city never waned, polluting the sky with their ugly orange and obscuring many of the stars and constellations from your view. Sitting here right now under their full glory, you realize what a shame it was, and it all just seems like a fitting metaphor for your life in that dreaded castle–blinded and never getting the chance to see things for how they really are. "They’re so beautiful."

"Not half as beautiful as you."

"Ugh, that's too much, even for you." You give him a disgusted look that carries no ill intention despite everything.

He laughs. “I suppose I took it too far.”

“Yeah, no kidding.” You snort and refill his glass.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” He jokes, and you can feel your heart palpitate for a second. But you force yourself to keep your composure.

“Maybe.” You say huskily, giving him a sultry look that makes him gulp before you turn back to look at the stars.

You know you’ve succeeded in deflecting when you feel him gulp down his cup nervously and then refill it. This is the first time you’ve been remotely flirtatious with him since that night and he doesn’t know what to do with himself so he drinks to calm down his nerves.

Having downed half of his third cup, he starts again, "You know, in some cultures, stars are considered to be the souls of dead ancestors."

"That's sweet." You comment, not really thinking much of it as you take a sip of your drink, still on that first cup. It’s a fanciful thought that helps people process their grief. You understand, but you can’t see it going beyond that.

"What do you think happens after death?"

You pause. You’ve never really thought about it much. You’re so young that you didn’t think you needed to. Truth is, you hadn’t even entertained the idea that one day you will die before this moment, and the thought unsettles you. Yes, you’ve briefly feared it that time you almost drowned but that was because of the situation at hand and after prince Yeonjun had pulled you out, you’d just laughed it off, never really giving it a second thought.

But here, in Beomgyu’s arms in front of the ancient sea that has seen thousands of lovers come and go, it all feels so real.

"I don't know." You answer, disturbed.

"Do you think there is really an afterlife?” He presses, “Do you think people get reunited after they pass?"

You turn to him. "What's all this talk about death and the afterlife? Are you going to kill me?" You ask, trying to lighten the mood but he doesn’t share the joke.

He looks down at you, his face the most serious you’ve ever seen. "I just want to know that if I lose you on earth, I might still have a chance to make my way back to you."

You look forward so he wouldn’t see your eyes water. He’s done a horrendous thing to you, but no one can claim that he doesn’t care, and you feel so wretched for what you’re about to do to him.

Trying to deflect, you attempt to joke again. "So I can't escape you, even in death?"

Instead of just frowning at your joke, he takes his arms off you and pulls away from you completely, and you immediately feel the cold harshly nipping at your skin.

"You really hate me, huh?"

"No, Beomgyu–" You rush to say. It's just a joke. You want to tell him, but he interrupts you.

"I have something for you."

You look at him warily, rubbing your hands over your arms in an attempt to warm yourself. What is he up to now?

Moving so he is sitting in front of you, he digs his hand in his pants for something, and to your absolute shock, he pulls out a ring.

"Beomgyu, what is this?" You ask, your breath barely carrying over the wind.

"I know I can't marry you officially, but I also know how much this means to you, and it means the same to me. In my heart, you're my wife." He proclaims, holding the ring out to you like it’s his own heart. “This is my mother’s heirloom ring. It’s been in my father’s family for centuries. It was supposed to go to my brother but my mother gave it to me so I can give it to you.”

“What?” That can’t be. You’re just the whore.

“She knows how much I love you–” He goes on but you stop him. “Beomgyu, I can’t accept this.” You fight with every fiber of your being to get the words out and not fall into his arms.

He can’t do this to you, not now, not when Taehyun is almost upon you.

“Please.” He beseeches, “Apart from killing my entire family so I can officially marry you, there is nothing I can do. Just please, I’m begging you.”

In this moment, you realize that he’ll never, ever give up on you even if it kills him. And something about that is so enthralling, to have someone so completely devoted to you. It compels you to give in even if that would be beyond fucked up.

He’s a mess, but he’s your mess. You’ve been so bothered about his flagrant acts of ownership over you, that you’ve failed to realize that he was showing the world that you own him too. You own him and you reserve the right to have him, to kiss him. So you do.

You grab his face and pull him in for a kiss. You don’t know how but each time you share a kiss with Beomgyu, you think that this must be the most desperate one could ever feel, but then you’re separated from him and the next time you kiss, it’s even more desperate.

His kiss knocks the breath out of you more than any body of water could. He consumes you whole like he could make you stay with just his kisses. There is nothing shy about it, just pure need and bitter love.

You’re lightheaded by the time you pull back, but Beomgyu somehow finds the breath to beg, “Please. Please, I need you. I miss you so bad."

Pathetically, you lie on your back and let your legs fall open for him like it’s his rightful place. It might as well be for how easily he finds his way there, his mouth attached to yours once more as you wrap your legs around his waist and pull his body against yours.

You feel sick for wanting him after what he's done to you, but the weight of him over you, solid and warm and so comfortingly familiar makes you want to melt into him and just give him what he wants.

After all, your and Taehyun’s plan might actually work and then you might never see him again. Might never get the chance to kiss him, touch him, hear him moan…

At that thought, you pull him even closer to you until there is no room to even breathe, swallowing down his groan when his hardening dick brushes against your core.

"Oh god," He gasps revenantly. “I missed you so much. I’m so sorry for what I have done to you. I will do everything in my power to make it up to you.”

"No. No more of that." You put a finger to his lips. You don't want to be reminded of what he did to you or what you’re about to do to him. "Just kiss me."

"Yes, princess." He obeys, his mouth meeting your own fervently.

You jump when you feel his hand squeeze between your joined bodies, arching into his touch when he rubs at your pussy through your underwear.

"Beomgyu," You mewl pathetically. Right now, you must look just like the whore they say you are, spreading your legs like this for him on the beach for anyone to see, for his men to see, for Taehyun to see.

Oh god, taehyun. If he catches you like this…

"I know, princess." He dips a finger inside you then two, shutting off your mind. "I'll take care of you. I love you so much.” He vows, “Please tell me you love me too.”

You do but you’re not ready to say it. You still don’t forgive him.

"Princess, please," His voice is teary and sorrowful, but he doesn't stop the movement of his fingers as they push in and out of you, burning you up, trying to draw an answer out of you.

To shut him up, you thrust your own hand between your bodies to grab at his dick. You knead him through his pants, and your need flares even brighter as you feel the shape of him in your hand. God, you must really be sick because all you want is to feel him inside you.

"Fuck!" He shudders, hands fisting into the sand near your head. "Oh god…" He slumps against you, his mouth finding yours again and moving his lips against you clumsily.

You're so caught up in each other that you don't notice when Taehyun and his men sneak up on you, so lost in the kiss that you're startled when he's ripped away from you.

You both don't have the chance to react before someone hits him square in the face with the hilt of a sword, making him fall off you.

You don’t see it at first because of his long hair shadowing his face but as he lifts his head up, you see the red blood cascading down his face.

“Oh my god.” You pull down your skirt and try to move towards him but someone grabs you and pulls you to your feet.

“We need to go before anyone is alerted.” It’s Taehyun’s voice, tight and firm.

“But he’s hurt.” You protest dumbly, as if that would matter to him. And he tells you as much. "He deserves much worse for what he did to you."

“Princess… what is going on?” Beomgyu holds his head and tries to blink the blood out of his eyes. “Get away from him.”

Your heart wrenches at seeing your beloved like that, but you have to be strong. Now is not the time to be kind. “I have to go, Beomgyu.”

“No, no,” He shakes his head and tries to get up but his head injury makes him wobbly and he falls face first into the sand. It sticks to his face because of the blood, making your heart beat against the walls of your chest in an attempt to pull you towards him, but Taehyun’s hold on you is tight. “Don’t go. You can’t leave me.”

“I have to. You’ve left me no choice.” You attempt to explain to him but Taehyun is already pulling you away.

“No!” Beomgyu screams and crawls towards you. “You can’t take her. You can’t. She’s mine. We–I–I’ve already taken her virginity. She’s no good for you.”

You know he’s only saying that to attempt to discourage Taehyun from escaping with you, but it still cuts away at you. Taehyun doesn’t seem to appreciate it either.

“You’re a fucking bastard.” He growls, advancing on Beomgyu’s crouched form and kicking him down with his boot.

“Stop it.” You yelp, pulling Taehyun away so he wouldn’t hurt Beomgyu even more.

“Can’t you hear the way he’s talking about you?” Taehyun flares, looking like he’s fully intending to beat Beomgyu into a pulp. “He needs to pay.”

You shake your head, holding onto his arm with all your might. "I thought you said I'd get to make my own decisions with you. I don't want you to hurt him."

His eyes narrow and you prepare to physically put yourself between him and Beomgyu, when one of his men speaks up.

"We don't have time, my lord. We have to go.”

Taehyun glances between you, his men, and Beomgyu’s writhing form on the ground. "Alright. Go ahead." He gestures to his men.

They surround Beomgyu and you worry they’re going to hurt him, but they only restrain him. You watch as he fights them futilely.

“Don’t, please.” He cries, the scene so reminiscent of his wedding night, except he’s the one begging. You wonder if he even felt any hint of the remorse and pain you’re feeling right now or if he felt completely justified in what he’s done. The memory hardens your resolve, and you lace your fingers with Taehyun. The man looks down at you, a small reassuring smile on his face.

“Ready to go?”

“Yes.”

"Please don't, please!" Beomgyu wails, looking crazed. His voice is strained and scratchy from yelling after you as if you’re ripping his heart out, until the men tie something around his mouth, stifling his words.

But as you walk away, you can still hear his pained whimpers, crying out for you like a dying man.

You think that’s the worst thing you’re going to encounter tonight. Until you happen upon the dead bodies of the soldiers who were guarding you and Beomgyu. It seems stupid now but you had really thought that Taehyun and his men would merely incapacitate them, but as you peer down into their lifeless faces, you realize how wrong you’d been.

"Oh my god. Oh my god." You heave, feeling nauseous.

"Calm down."

"You’ve killed them!" You scream hysterically.

You know those guards. You’ve lived with them. Yes, you weren't friends but you've talked to them before. You've seen them laugh. You've seen them eat. You've seen them have bad days. But now they won't have any of that anymore. They'll be put in the ground where the worms would feast on them. Or worse, they might not be discovered until the birds have had the chance to peck at their dead, unblinking eyes. And if there is a life after death, they’d curse you for being the cause of their demise.

God, what have you done?

“Now is not the time. Get yourself together. ” Taehyun grabs your shaking form and pulls you away from the dead men, his voice strict but grounding. "It had to be done. Otherwise they would have freed him and pursued us."

You shake your head as if you’re physically trying to shake the image out of your mind.

"It's okay. Come here." He sighs, pulling you in his arms as he tries to comfort you, his hand patting your shivering back awkwardly. "You have to be strong from now on." He grabs your face gently, pulling your head away from his chest to look at you. "No more hiding like he made you do. You stand beside me now and to do that you have to be strong. Can you do that for me?"

You nod numbly because you know that’s what he wants to hear, not because you think you can do it.

"Okay, darling." He kisses the top of your head and you try to calm yourself down. This is the real world, not the perfumed palace Beomgyu hid you in. The real world is ugly, and you’re the one who asked to see it.

In a daze, you let Taehyun guide you to his hidden ship, taking you on board and sailing away. With dread, you watch the shore get smaller, and along with it, your life as you knew it. There is no going back now. For better or worse, you’ve finally escaped, and the life you’re heading towards will be the total opposite of what you’re used to.

But it seems one thing will remain the same–the scorn and disgust of others toward you.

It doesn’t take long for the word about how you were found to be spread around the ship–particularly of your position under the prince and where his hand was exactly. Taehyun’s men look at you with those same eyes the people at the palace looked at you, and once again, you’re seen as Beomgyu’s whore.

You can never escape it, can you? You suppose you deserve it. You’re the one who couldn’t keep whatever remained of her chastity. Maybe you really are a whore. And maybe Taehyun is going to realize that soon and leave you.

But your fears are dashed more quickly than you could even blink. Just as fast as the word had spread around the ship, did Taehyun get wind of it. And he brought the men who first spread it in front of you, forcing them to apologize to you and saying how that will be the last thing they ever say in their lives.

“What do you mean?” You ask, horrified.

“I’ll cut their tongues out for daring to dishonor the lady with it.”

His men kneel down, unmoving, probably scared of an even worser fate if they were to disobey their lord. You, on the other hand, can’t stay still.

“No, please my lord, spare them!” You beg. You hold no love for them but you’ve hurt enough people today. You can’t bear any more.

“But they’ve disgraced your name.” He doesn’t relent.

“I know but please, have mercy. For me.” You plead with all your remaining strength. “Just this once.”

“You’re more kind than me, my lady.” He mutters. That much you now know.

“Get the hell out of my sight before I change my mind.” He spits at the men, and they scramble to their feet, stumbling over each other to escape the room.

Taehyun turns his attention to you and you shiver at the severity you see in his expression. “I let them go just for you but I need you to know that this kind of behavior can’t go unpunished. When people think that there are no consequences to their actions, they can commit terrible things.”

‘More terrible than murder?’ You almost ask but thank god you have the sense not to say it. You’re in this man’s territory now. He could do anything he wanted to you, and you just now realize how little you actually know about him. Would he hurt you too if you disobey him?

“I’m sorry for the commotion I’ve caused.” You say, wringing your fingers nervously and avoiding his sharp stare. “If I would’ve just controlled myself around him, none of this would’ve happened. And… I’m sorry you had to see that. I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore.”

You can hear his footsteps as he makes his way towards you. You tense up but don’t look at him–like a child hiding from a monster, you act like he can’t hurt you if you can’t see him.

But Taehyun doesn’t hurt you. He props a finger under your chin and gently lifts your head up to look at him. "No need to apologize. I understand. You’ve loved him for years and I'm just a strange man." You almost breathe a sigh of relief, but then he continues. "I need to prove myself to you just as you need to prove yourself to me."

Something about his reassurance doesn’t sound at all reassuring to you.

There is that sentiment again–proving yourself to him. Just what does that mean?

He'd mentioned that in the letters before and even though you were apprehensive, you thought you could do it. But now that you saw what happened, him hurting Beomgyu, him killing the guards, him almost hurting his own men. How exactly does he intend for you to prove yourself to him?

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A/N: listen i worked so damn hard on this chapter so y’all better send me lots of feedback or i’ll quit writing lmao

Special thanks to 🌶 and ❄️ anons who helped me to get this chapter out quickly and @smuchsmut who made me a gorgeous poem that you’ll probably see one of the next chapters

#txt smut #beomgyu smut

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devi-nyx-elsword-theorist · 7 months

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Alright time to say it, and I'm pretty sure everyone's figured it out.

But let me explain a few things here and a Theory + possible spoilers if its true.

Kieran definitely wasn't as much of a skilled trainer then as to now, he's mostly shy and behind his older sister, he looks up to her and he's surprised to see the protagonist beat his sister in battle which has him admire us.

During the story Kieran eavesdropped the True story about what really happened about Ogerpon and the Loyal Three, he's distant and cold towards the player and Carmine. I understand his resentment and frustration. But Kieran's actions are fueled by his obsession, and desire to be stronger just like Ogerpon. His obsession about Ogerpon was ruined because Ogerpon chose us, his dream with Ogerpon was destroyed, everything he had was ruined. Thus he wanted one thing, the desire to become stronger so we could battle him listen to his themes, ones more gentle soft, and less complicated, we see him as he's definitely skilled but not in the way we'd see him. The final battle with him is a more complicated hard, it's us being confused and not seeing how he's turning, we're a way out for him, he's stuck he wants out. (More to this in my theory section.)

I enjoy his entire character, and here's the thing people don't realize that Kieran hates us and Carmine, but realize he doesn't specifically hate any one, he'd definitely resent his own family about the whole truth being kept from him, and we feel it, not shown but the music shows his complicated life.

And here's where people are mixed

Most hate Carmine because she's "controlling, mean, etc." well, some older siblings can act like her irl, I mean that literally. What Carmine shows is that she'd be verbal, but not physically abusive to her brother. How he made friends is most likely her being a threat to any new friend he'd make I mean this as a "possibility" and when she comes to tell us about how Kieran has no skill in Ogre Oustin, we could also assume that he wasn't as a skilled trainer so Blueberry Academy would definitely see her as a " Champion" for her serious capabilities of a trainer. I personally enjoy her as throughout the Kitakami story SHE'S the one helping us fight the Loyal Three, SHE took responsibility of Kieran's actions (though indirectly caused as we don't really know what made the Loyal Three come back but I will get to that as a theory section hold your horses.)

The Indigo Disk Story THEORY!!!

Carmine is definitely treated as a "Champion" we know who we'd fight as a final battle which is Kieran, but the characters wont know except for Carmine.

the Master of the Loyal Three was obscured it was "shown" as a thing in Peachy's shop. I have a crazy idea, which I wrote out on a piece of paper at work and lost it but I do remember most of what I wrote.

Kieran's emotions are unstable, his mentality is unstable and being fueled by getting stronger. The Master, is granting his "Wish" to his pure desire of being a Strong trainer, this is the Purple Aura around his right hand in a scene, and possibly seen faintly on a poster. Whether this Master is controlling Kieran or it's fueling his desire to defeat the player.

When we're going to face the champion of Blueberry Academy, we won't see Carmine, we'll see Kieran he's determined, he's ready, he throws his pokemon to battle, but the Master comes out last it's the one who made Kieran lose control of himself, he's been reckless then, and it knew what he was capable of, so it chose him as it's trainer temporarily.

Whether this is during or after Terapagos is depending on how it goes.

If we have Ogerpon in our team Kieran might snap more " Ogerpon..... Why? Why didn't you choose me!? ....Whatever, I will battle you." The theme might be a remix of Kieran's theme but a more dramatic overtone, then it will hit with a sad emotional portions we'd battle Kieran as serious as he is, and controlled by the Master. Once the Master is defeated, it will let go of Kieran and release him to us Kieran might still feel some desired wish to battle us, but this time he's in a more controlled environment as opposed to then

while the Loyal Three Master will most definitely flee somewhere for us to capture it since it's already weakened but because it wasn't necessarily in a Pokeball, this mean's it will definitely challenge us again in a weakened state like how we dealt with Necrozma in Ultra Sun Ultra Moon.

What I'm essentially saying is The Master Granted the Desired wishes to Okidogi, Munkidori, and Fezandipiti. This means it fuels on the negativity of those who want their wishes, meaning it saw potential in Kieran and fueled his negativity to make him lose control to use it. I know this sounds very much boosh, but I just wanted to make this theory and it would definitely be buried along the way and want people to see this theory.

#Pokemon #Pokemon Scarlet and Violet #Pokemon SV #Pokemon Teal Mask #Pokemon Indigo Disk #Pokemon theory #Carmine #Kieran #Pokemon Kieran #Pokemon Carmine #the teal mask spoilers #Pokemon teal mask spoilers #pokemon speculation

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Bread on Toast - A Future Man Fanfiction

Josh Futturman and his fellow coworker and best friend, Liv Branson, get roped into saving the world as time traveling saviors with, what were thought to be, video game characters, Wolf and Tiger. Not only are Liv and Josh completely incompetent, but they are also emotionally inept- will this cause the destruction of mankind? Only time will tell.

Warnings: strong language, SMUT (18+ MINORS DNI PLEASE AND THANK YOU), porn with plot ig, Wolf misses cocaine 😔

Chapter 10 (pt. 1): Prelude To An Apocalypse

“Any…any chance that’s good?” Josh asked, leaning back to look up at the tall tower. This was not the Kronish Labs that Liv and Josh knew.

“That’s the Kronitorium,” Tiger said, fear seeping into her voice. “That’s where the super cure was engineered, where the Biotics were born.” She looked frantically from the tower to Liv and Josh. “This building isn’t supposed to exist for another fifty years.”

“Fifty years?” Josh looked at Liv and then back at Tiger. “Well, Kronish should be long gone by then.”

“Kronish was only supposed to cure herpes. That research was the basis for the super cure, which didn’t happen for years after he died.” She was sounding more and more frantic, voice breaking. “So, whatever you said to him drove him to work on the super cure himself. What the FUCK did you say to Kronish?”

“Nothing! Nothing, we didn’t say anything!” Josh blurted out, backing into Liv, away from Tiger’s wrath. Liv looked at him with a guilty face. They did say something. “I mean, you know, we had to get him on the boat, so we told him to follow his heart and choose love,” Liv slowly shook her head at him. “And…maybe we may have peppered in, like, a little bit of detail about his future…”

Tiger took a menacing step at both of them, hands outstretched as if she might strangle them both. They both took a scared step back away from her, cowering. “What?” She lashed. “You never tell anyone about their future, that is time travel 101! I even know that and I didn’t go to your stupid made up time travel college!” She spat.

“Maybe there’s still time before the cure’s released.” Liv interjected. “Maybe we can go back in time and fix this!”

“Maybe there’s, like, a really cool solution that we don’t know about yet…in the future!” Josh added.

“No, no, no,” Tiger pointed an accusatory finger at both of them. “There is no ‘we’. Coming back for you and thinking you were our savior? That was the biggest mistake I’ve made in my life.” She said to Josh. “There’s only one way to fix this, and I’m doing it by myself.” She stormed away from them, clutching the TTD tightly.

“Tiger, wait!” Liv called after her.

“Tiger, where are you going?” Josh took a few steps after her.

“Far away from you, fuck nose!” She shot back at him.

“Don’t give up on me!” He gave a defeated groan as Tiger flipped him off and stormed away at an impressive pace. He turned back to Liv, who looked at him with a worried expression.

“Josh…” she whispered. It was the possum incinerator all over again.

“Come on, let’s see what we’re dealing with here.” He grumbled quietly, breezing past her as he made his way over to the Kronitorium. Liv rushed after him. As they entered, their eyes grew wider, not recognizing a single thing about the building. People were scanning their hands to enter into the main labs from the lobby.

“Okay…” Liv muttered, intertwining her hand in Josh’s, staying close to his side.

“Shit,” he muttered back, realizing they probably would not have clearance. “Should we…should we try?” He whispered.

“I mean, we technically worked here, I think…” She looked around the lobby again.

They nervously approached the scanners, gripping onto each other’s hands tightly, scared that if they let go they’d somehow lose the other.

“Excuse me, can I help you?” A voice said from behind them.

They turned their heads to look at the person. Carl the Biotic who Tiger and Wolf killed stood behind them. Josh and Liv jumped.

“Holy shit!” Josh blurted out. “Carl!”

“Do I know you?” Carl asked, towering over them, not in a threatening way, but in a protective security guard way.

“No,” Liv said. “I’m- I’m Liv Branson, this is Josh Futturman. We work here, we should be in the system.” She said, trying not to sound nervous.

“We just forgot our IDs.” Josh said, remembering how both of their IDs were left back in the 80s. Dammit.

Carl looked to another security guard who typed “Liv Branson” into the computer system. Immediately a picture of Liv and Josh (Josh in lingerie) appeared. Their faces fell. The computer blared an alarm. Carl and another security guard seized the two of them without another word, throwing them out of the building.

“Ow! Ow! Okay!” Carl shoved Josh away from the door. Liv was pushed out next to him.

“Come back and we’ll have you both arrested.” Carl said sternly.

“…okay…” They turned away from the building, confused. “How did they even have that picture?” Embarrassment was evident in Josh’s voice.

“Go away, go away!” Somebody from a bench behind them was whining. “No, no, no!” They looked over to see Stu Camillo trying to eat his lunch, shooing pigeons away from him. Josh broke away from Liv’s side to inch closer to him in shock.

“Stu!” He said. Stu’s head snapped up, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“D-did I take your bench? I-I’m sorry!” He stammered, leaping to his feet.

“No, Stu, it’s me- it- what are you doing?” He asked as Stu hurried away, looking back at them repeatedly.

“That was weird…” Liv muttered, appearing right next to Josh’s side again. “Stu isn’t in charge here?”

“What the fuck is going on with this timeline?” Josh swore. He sighed and took Liv’s hand again. “Can we…can we go back to my house? I don’t know what to do right now.” He sounded defeated. “We don’t have a job, no one seems to know us here, I just want to see my parents.”

“I wanna see your parents too.” Liv said. The walk back to Josh’s house was tame thankfully, and as they approached Josh’s house they both felt relief settle over them. At least something was familiar. The familiarity was gone the second they entered the house. Josh slowed down as he took in the sight of his- no, someone else’s house, and Liv softly gasped behind him. The wallpaper, the decorations, nothing was the same.

“Is this even your house?” Liv asked quietly, beginning to panic.

“What the…” Josh exhaled, taking in the sight. It was so modern, with a touch of Asian cultural aesthetics. Whoever’s house this was, it was boujee as hell.

“Oh! Hey, JFUTZ!” A man’s voice excitedly greeted them, making Josh and Liv both jump out of their skin. Paul and Tracy from the video game store got off the couch to greet them. “You’re home earls bro!” Paul said cheerfully.

“How was Macau, you rock that shit?” Tracy excitedly walked up to them and saw Liv. “Oh! Paul, he brought home a girlfriend!”

“Ooh! JFUTZ! This your girl?”

“Wow! Trend alert! Say goodbye to leather and mesh, huh?”

“Hello retro!”

“How was the tourney? The crowd looked sick, like, bigger than BlizzCon. Like, sick, dude.”

Liv slowly turned to look at Josh’s overwhelmed face. “Um. Yeah, yeah it was bigger than BlizzCon for sure.” He tried saying as naturally as he could. Tracy and Paul looked at Liv, expecting her to introduce herself.

“I’m Liv.” She said.

“Nice to meet you Liv, Josh’s girl.” Tracy winked at her. Liv gave Josh a look, bumping his hip with hers. Josh’s brain finally caught up to what Paul and Tracy were saying about Liv and he looked at her with pink cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah…” his eyes were soft. “My girl.” Liv’s eyes practically had hearts in them.

Paul and Tracy melted with awwws. “You guys are, like, couple goals!” Paul said.

“The…um, thing was crazy,” Liv spoke up. “There were like, so many people.” She wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but she sure was acting like she did. Josh was still looking at her with love struck puppy dog eyes, processing the tingly feeling he got from calling Liv “his girl”. “We’re kinda jet lagged right now, so….”

“Jet lag? JFUTZ flies private, I thought they like, engineered out the jet leg or something.” Paul chuckled as he and Tracy walked into the kitchen. Josh and Liv followed close behind.

Josh snapped out of his trance. “Private?” Paul and Tracy both stopped what they were doing and gave him a confused look. “Oh, yeah. I think it’s a new- uh- new thing they’re figuring out-“ he cut himself off, realizing what was missing. “Hey, uh, where are my parents?”

“At the dope ass condo you put them in!” Tracy reminded him enthusiastically.

“World’s greatest son alert!” Paul pointed at him and raised the roof, imitating some kind of bird sound.

Josh looked at Liv with an even more confused look. He looked back to Tracy and Paul. “Would you excuse us for a moment?” He grabbed Liv’s hand and led her towards the stairs. Paul wolf whistled at them.

“Sure thing you two, don’t get too loud.” Tracy winked after them. Before Liv or Josh had time to process what she’d said, they were up the stairs and walking into the bathroom, and shutting the door behind them.

“Where the fuck are we?” Josh whispered, looking amazed. Liv looked around at the glass sinks, the bamboo wallpaper, and the impressively big shower.

“Woah…” she breathed out, pointing to a control panel on the wall. Josh walked over to observe it, still amazed at how high tech everything was. He fumbled with his phone as he got it out of his pocket and sat on the toilet. “What are you doing?” She asked, leaning over him and looking down at his phone, everything was upside down.

Josh looked up at her with a goofy grin as all of her hair dangled in his face. “Googling myself. Sorry, Bloogling myself…my name is Joosh here?”

“That name was stupid.” She giggled as he poked her side.

“Shut up Liv, you don’t have to call me that.” He chuckled as he kept scrolling through the articles about him. “I gave a TED Talk?” His smile grew bigger as he scrolled through pictures that came up. A few key words caught his eye. “…‘Fortune off AOL shares’? Is that-“ Josh flipped his phone around for Liv to see. “Is that Uncle Barry?”

“He took your advice!” Liv said excitedly as she looked at the picture of JFUTZ and Uncle Barry accepting an award. “‘Founder of the Robotics company ‘Future Man’!” She read. “Josh, this is amazing!”

Josh scrolled past pictures of him on magazines, videos of him promoting a sports drink called ‘JOOSH’, and the fact is net worth was 6 Million Euros. “I think that’s a lot of money!” Josh gasped, showing Liv. Liv knelt next to him, watching as he continued to deep dive.

“I’m in Ibiza!” He showed her paparazzi pictures of him. “…I have a Bentley.” He gasped excitedly, leaning back, head hitting the control panel.

“Engaging, rainforest mode.” A robotic voice said. Liv and Josh looked around as mist began to sprinkle down from the ceiling.

“Rainforest mode?” Josh raised his arms up, as if he were welcoming the mist. “My life rules!” He cried, ecstatically, wrapping his arms around Liv and pulling her in for a kiss. “My life fucking rules.” He grinned into the kiss. Liv let Josh pull her into his lap as she deepened the kiss.

They spent about 15 more minutes in the bathroom. Josh kissed down her neck, finally finding the spot that made her pant in his ear (and made his dick twitch). As Josh kissed along Liv’s collar bone, pulling her collar down to gain more access to her skin, the mist shut off, making them both pull away, faces flushed.

“Maybe we should…”

“Yeah,” Liv got off his lap and pulled Josh into one last kiss as they exited the bathroom. They walked down the stairs as nonchalantly as they could, clothes and hair both damp. Paul and Tracy were wiping down the shelves and dusting off picture frames in the living room.

“Oh, you guys don’t have to worry about that. I’ve got someone to do that for me, right?” Josh said.

“Oh yeah, yeah.” Paul dropped the rag.

“We alerted the crew as usual, but if you’re super jet lagged we can tell ‘em to fuck off.” Tracy said.

“The crew? No, don’t tell them that, I’d love to see the crew!” Josh said excitedly. He had more friends than just Liv in this universe?

“Oh! And your present is getting here from Japan today!” Paul said.

“No way! A present?” Josh looked excitedly at Liv.

“Just got an alert this morning that it will be delivered today.”

“That’s- that’s so exciting!” Liv said, not knowing what they meant by present.

JFUTZ’s friends showed up, and Liv and Josh knew none of them. As more and more people showed up and crowded the living room, Liv felt more and more uncomfortable. Josh was having a blast with his crew, while Liv sat next to him, her leg bouncing nervously. She always liked when it was just her and Josh, and she was finding that she wasn’t a fan of the crew.

“My prediction is, hear me out, Governor Amal Clooney.” Josh said to a group of people. The topic of conversation was which celebrities would go into politics in the future. “I give it until 2023. Mark my words.” Josh said as the people laughed and shook their heads. Liv slipped her hand into his. Josh’s head snapped over to look at her. “You okay?” He asked softly. She hadn’t said much since the house began to crowd.

“Mhm.” She lied.

“Liv.” He whispered.

“Yo Joosh! Want some JOOSH?” Tracy called, holding a bottle of the sports drink up.

“I’m okay, thanks though!” Josh called back, hand sliding over Liv’s thigh. “Liv,” his voice dropped back to a low octave. “Do you want to get away from the crowd?”

“…kinda, but- but if you’re having fun-“

“I’m not having fun anymore, you look overwhelmed.” Josh stood up, holding a hand out to help her up. “Let’s go check out my room, we haven’t seen that yet.” He suggested, giving her a warm smile. They walked upstairs, going unnoticed by the absolute ocean of people in his living room. Walking into Josh’s room, he gently hugged her. “I’m sorry, I thought the crew would be, like, a normal sized friend group.”

“It’s okay.” Liv gave him a small, grateful smile. Josh’s new room had his bed in the middle, right under a giant light up sign that said “SIN” that hung on a chevron print wall. “Oh! Sin!” She laughed, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

“Oh, JFUTZ…” Josh laughed awkwardly, his cheeks heating up. Liv bumped her shoulder into Josh’s.

“You’re JFUTZ, dipshit.” She teased. “You hung that on your wall.” She poked his arm.

“Nuh uh,” Josh playfully rolled his eyes.

“Yuh huh,” Liv grabbed his face and peppered it with kisses. Josh’s eyes squeezed shut and a dorky grin spread over his lips. Her arms stung around his neck. “So, Joosh-“

“Don’t call me that.”

“How does it feel to have accomplished so much?” She asked in a teasing tone.

“Come on, Liv, that wasn’t really me, that was JFUTZ. I’m just Josh.” Josh blushed.

“A humble man, I like it.” She teased.

“You like it?” He was grinning from ear to ear.

“Hey now, don’t let your ego get too big.” She grinned that suggestive grin that she got whenever she made a dirty joke.

Josh chuckled. “Dirty jokes are banned.” He joked, rolling his eyes.

“The sign welcomes it.” She nodded to the “SIN” sign and pushed away from Josh, strolling away casually to examine the room.

Josh immediately missed her arms around him. He missed her body being so painfully close yet far away from his. Liv had been in his room plenty of times before, but this wasn’t his room. Seeing her sit on his- no- Joosh’s bed still somehow made his heart thud. It was technically his bed though, right? In some way?

Liv had said something to him, but he didn’t hear it, he was thinking about kissing her again, missing the feeling of her lips molding against his. He wanted to taste the flavor of that same tropical scented lip balm she'd used for three years, and wanted to feel her fingers in his hair. He wanted her. She was right there, and the little glances she kept shooting to him alluded to her wanting him too. He knew she did, he saw the way she looked at him in lingerie. Too bad they didn’t have that anymore.

“Josh,” Liv giggled, adjusting to sit cross legged on the bed. “I asked you a question.”

Josh sat on the edge of the bed. “What?”

“I said, would you decorate your room this weird if you could?”

Josh glanced around, shaking his head. “Absolutely not.” He glanced at the chevron patterned walls.

Liv motioned for him to sit closer to her. Josh sat on the bed, cross legged just like her. “Is your bed this comfy at home?” She asked.

Josh pressed his hands into the mattress. It was some kind of memory foam bed, and it was a thousand times nicer than his old one. “This was probably hella expensive, I wish.”

Liv laughed. “It’s really nice.” She giggled as she grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, feeling Josh eagerly kiss her back, hands moving to her waist immediately. God, she loved that feeling. She uncrossed her legs, moving onto her knees, hovering over him. Josh’s lips never left hers, instead he craned his head upward as she moved up. She pulled away so she could look down at him. There was a glimmer in his eyes, she guessed it was one of arousal.

“This is really nice.” He whispered, face flushing. “How long do we have in this room?” He asked breathlessly.

“What?”

“Back in the 80s you said only 15 minutes, and then you said 16, but how long do we have now?”

She smiled down at him and laughed, climbing into his lap. “17.”

“17 what?”

“Hopefully not seconds, I hope you last longer than that.” She grinned, the same glimmer in her own eyes. His eyes widened. Oh. Oh!

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Their lips crashed together. The kiss was electrifying this time, Liv couldn’t hold back an excited little groan.

Josh pulled away, pupils enormous. “You can’t do that to me, Liv.” He muttered, cheeks glowing redder and redder.

“I can and I will.” She wrapped her legs tightly around him and recaptured his lips. Liv swore Josh’s eyes rolled back.

Josh’s hands moved to the nape of her neck, tangling themselves in her hair. Liv let out a small groan, feeling him play with her hair.

“God. Do you know what you’re doing to me right now?” He mumbled, eyes fluttering open as she pulled away to catch her breath.

“I can feel it.” She muttered in his ear. Josh’s dick was pressing against her thigh, making her feel dizzy.

“Oh God… sorry…” Josh seemed embarrassed.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Liv tilted her head down at him. “It’s the reaction I was hoping for.”

Josh’s hands traveled down her back and ran over her thighs. “Can I tell you something?”

“Oh, what? Are you a virgin?” She teased.

“What? No!” Josh’s face twisted with a mock offended look. “No, I’m not a virgin! I was going to tell you that I think your legs feel nice wrapped around me, but now I don’t want to.”

“Well, you just told me.” Liv teased, squeezing her legs. Josh couldn’t help but let out a little whimper.

“Shut up, Liv.” He managed to breath out, grabbing her hips. His whimper paired with his grabbing her hips only made her want to do it more. So she did, squeezing her thighs harder around him, feeling his erection dig into her thigh more. Josh muffled his whining against her mouth, addicted to her. He kissed so gently, his lips moving against hers felt so perfect. Liv had kissed other guys, admittedly not that many, but enough to know that this was the most intimate and dizzying kiss she’d ever received. Probably because she’d secretly been fantasizing about this moment every night before she fell asleep for years.

She unbuttoned a button on his shirt, feeling his hands shyly wandering her back, clearly wanting to go down and grab her ass, but seeming too shy to go through with the action.

“If you want me to take my shirt off, you could just ask.” Josh said, unbuttoning the rest of the buttons and pulling the ugly pink shirt off.

“Ugh, finally.” Liv teased, running her fingers over his collar bone. “You know you’re allowed to touch me anywhere, right?”

“I know.” He said shyly. He saw the way her eyes lit up when he shivered at her touch, the way her fingers dragged over his chest and collar bone. “You’ve seen me like this before.” He said, playfully rolling his eyes and grinning.

“I just think you’re really pretty.” Liv dragged her fingers up the side of his neck, making his eyelids flutter at the feeling.

“Liv…” Was all he could manage to say quietly. Liv seized the opportunity to pull her own tank top off, throwing it over to join Josh’s shirt on the floor next to the bed. Josh’s eyes were wide as his brain malfunctioned. His eyes flicked between her own and her nude colored bra. She laughed at his shock. He looked at her like he’d never seen a woman in just a bra.

“You sure you’re not a virgin? Or are you just really into boobs?” She teased. Josh looked up at her eyes sheepishly. It was definitely the latter option. “Josh Futturman, you’re a boob guy? I’m actually not surprised.”

“Hey, hey!” Josh shook his head. “They’re in my face right now, what am I supposed to do?”

Liv’s lips ghosted his as she whispered against them. “You could always touch them?” She suggested, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra.

Josh couldn’t believe what was happening, he felt as though time had stopped moving. Being here, this close, this intimate with Liv was the first time he felt happy in forever. As she threw her bra aside, Josh stared into her gorgeous brown eyes with his pleading hazel ones. She was completely topless in his lap and yet he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers. He looked so pathetic and needy. And she liked that. A lot.

“You’re allowed to look at me.” She giggled softly.

Josh gave her a shy grin. “I know, I just think you’re just really pretty.” He used her own words. Liv covered her face with her hands, giggling shyly. She could feel Josh’s eyes drift down to her boobs. Josh looked back up at her hands covering her face. He pulled her hands down gently. Liv’s face was tomato red as she giggled. “I’m allowed to touch you, right?” Josh double checked.

“If you don’t I think I’ll scream.” She grinned.

“Well…” Josh grabbed Liv’s hips and rolled over on top of her, making her squeal. His mouth immediately attached to her right boob, hand skimming up her side and cupping her left boob. Liv gasped and let out a shaky moan. She felt Josh’s mouth vibrate as her moan caused him to moan too. Her head rolled back into the bed as he pressed kisses around her hard nipple, before taking it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.

“Oh God…” She panted and let out a heavy sigh, feeling Josh’s other hand wander down and caress her hip through her jean shorts. Josh had never enjoyed something so much in his whole life, sucking on Liv’s tits while listening to her whimper and pant was absolute heaven.

Josh looked up at her through his lashes, watching her jaw slack as she squirmed. He moved his mouth around, sucking and kissing anywhere he felt her breath hitch and her body twitch. Oh, she’d have hickeys for sure. As much as he wanted to stay at her boobs forever, he missed her face, so he kissed up the valley between her breasts, up her collar bone, and up her neck, cupping her breasts with his hands. He rubbed his thumbs over her breasts as he trailed kisses over her jawline and up to her lips. “Okay, maybe I am a boob guy.” He admitted, his hold on her slacking. Liv used the opportunity to roll him over so she was on top again, straddling his waist.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” She giggled. Josh eyed the hickeys forming across her boobs with a proud smile. “My eyes are up here.” She teased, lightly rocking her hips against his. Josh’s hands shot out and grabbed her hips as he let out a strangled moan.

“Holy fucking hell!” He felt Liv’s hands trail up and down his stomach as he closed his eyes, trying to keep from cumming right then and there. Her giggles taunted him. “You’re going to drive me insane.” He felt her fingers land on his belt.

“Yeah?” She taunted. Fuck. Her teasing tone made him melt under her. He opened his eyes as he felt her lift off of him, finding her shimmying down her shorts, stripping down to just her underwear. Josh took the opportunity to get up and take his own pants off, staring at each other as they realized they didn’t have many layers left separating them. “Damn.” Liv breathed out, staring at the absolute rocket in Josh’s boxers. “I’ve gotta admit, I’m a little intimidated.” She said shyly, laying down amongst the pillows on the bed.

“I think I might be too.” Josh had to steady himself as the lightheaded feeling from all the blood in his body rushing to his dick finally caught up to him. “Oh God, I’m-“ he let out an embarrassed chuckle.

“Oh! Josh, we can stop if you’re not feeling-“

Josh looked up at her with pleading eyes as he got back on the bed. “No! I want to, trust me, I want to so bad.” He practically whimpered. The sound of his whimper went straight to her pussy. Shit, was she into that? She held out her arms, wrapping Josh in them as he settled down on top of her. His lips immediately found her sensitive spot on her neck, making her whine in his ear. “I like that sound.” He whispered, a sneaky hand moved up to pinch her nipple. She moaned again, louder this time. He brought his face up to hers with a cunning grin. She glared at him playfully and rolled on top of him again, this time exploring his neck with her lips. “Oh Liv, I-“ he was interrupted by Liv finding the sensitive spot, immediately folding and moaning loudly.

Liv smirked against his neck and got to work, leaving hickeys down his neck, hickeys that would be covered by his shirt, but she would know they were there.

“Liv…” he moaned, as she kissed around his collar bone.

“Hm?” She looked up at him innocently, but her hands playing with the waistband of his boxers was anything but.

“Jesus, Liv, just take them off.” He begged, needing some sort of relief. Liv grinned as she shook her head. “Fuck you.” He mumbled.

“What?” She asked smugly. She got off of him and took her own panties off. Feeling Josh’s eyes all over her as his jaw going slack made her feel even more naked than she was.

“Hachi machi,” Josh breathed out. “You’re gorgeous.” Liv couldn’t hold back an amused look.

“I thought I told you to never say that again.” Liv laughed, sitting back on the bed.

“Liv, I’m serious.” Josh was suddenly nervous to touch her again. “I think you’re perfect.”

Liv looked at him, hearts in her eyes. “You think I’m perfect?” She cooed.

“Your smile, your- your eyes, your hair, your laugh…” Josh listed. “Your…your body, your moans.” He tacked on the end. “And your…everything.” His eyes raked over her, giddily. “God, you’re- you’re everything.”

“My moans?” She grinned.

“God,” Josh gathered her in his arms and pulled her back to him. “Your moans are music to my fucking ears.”

Liv straddled his lap again. “I like when you moan too.” She wrinkled her nose as she grinned at him. “You whimper. A lot.” Josh bit his lip as she traced her fingers along the band of his boxers.

“I won’t last any longer if you keep teasing me.” He said quietly.

“Lame.” She snapped the band against his stomach teasingly. He moved her hips off of him, pulling down his boxers. Liv’s jaw dropped. “Oh my fucking God!” She cried. Big was an understatement. A gross understatement. Even Josh was surprised.

“Holy fucking-“ he gasped, staring down at his own dick with wide eyes. “Surprise?” He looked back up her face, trying to read her reaction.

“How- what- will that even fit?!” She asked, her thighs squeezing together, Josh couldn’t tell if it was out of nervousness or excitement.

“Liv, we don’t have to…I don’t want to make you feel-“

“Oh God, Josh, I want to. Don’t worry, I want to. I wanna ride you.” An evil glint sparked in Liv’s eyes. Josh was floored and even more horny. It was definitely excitement.

“…what?”

“I said I wanna ride you.” Liv said again, leaning forward so that their faces were closer. “You know? Sir Mix-A-Lot?”

“Oh- oh, I know,” Josh stammered, heart thrashing against his rib cage, imagining all kinds of scenarios of Liv on top of him. “You wanna…come here?”

“You got a condom?” Liv asked, eyes dropping down to his dick again.

“Shit!” Josh cursed. Josh rolled off the bed and stood at the night stand to his right, rifling through it, praying he’d find one. “I got one!” He pulled out a condom labeled “JOOSH” with his face on it. “Oh. I sell condoms too.” Josh looked up at Liv, who sat patiently on the bed, looking at him in a way that made his heart hammer even harder, his face flush, and his dick throb. “You’re pretty.” He said as he tore open the package.

Liv got visibly flustered. “You’re…prettier.” She said back.

“I don’t think so,” Josh rolled the condom on.

“How long would you say that is?” Liv studied his penis. Cute moment over. “Like, what, 8 feet?” He got back on the bed.

“8 feet?! Neither of us are even that tall.” Josh laughed lightly, before looking at her seriously. “Liv, are you sure?”

“I’ve been sure for a while, Josh.” Liv said. “Joosh, if you will.”

“If you call me Joosh while you’re riding my dick, I think I might cry.” Josh laughed nervously as Liv got closer.

“You don’t want me calling you Joosh?” She teased, hovering over him.

“No. Josh is fine.” He looked nervous. “God, you’re making me anxious.”

Liv’s face fell, looking worried. “Why?”

“Because you’re hot.” Josh said dumbly as he blushed deeper red.

A wave of relief washed over Liv as Josh sat up on his elbows. “You might snap me in half.” She said quietly, referring to his massive fucking horse cock.

“Oh God, I hope I don’t.” Josh’s eyes widened with surprise as she pushed him back down onto his back, dangerously close to lowering herself onto him, but of course she wouldn’t, she was teasing him. Of course not only was she a fucking tease normally but also in bed too.

“You wanna find out?” She asked quietly, batting her eyelashes down at him innocently, but her tone was the exact opposite. Josh's eyes were full of lust and excitement as he looked up at her, nodding as he was unable to formulate words.

He sat back up and kissed her roughly as she sank down onto him as best as she could, lips unattaching as they both reacted. Liv let out a surprised sound as her brows pinched together and she gripped his shoulders for support. She slapped her hand over her mouth. Josh held eye contact with her as he gripped her waist and inhaled shakily, trying to keep it together. He wanted to make sure she was enjoying it first before he let himself do so.

“God…” she finally moaned. Josh let a breathy moan slip out too. They both were gripping each other, panting and trying not to get too loud, but failing miserably. She rolled her hips, making his eyes roll back, much to her delight. He panted, repeating her name along with a string of curse words over and over again. Liv’s nails were digging into his shoulders and she moved, fitting as much of his (Wolf’s) dick as she could inside of her. She chose not to think about the fact that she was technically riding Wolf’s cock.

“Liv- Liv…” Josh whimpered, clearly trying to last as long as he could. She could feel by the way he was trembling and pulsing inside her that he was right on the edge. He’d been that way from the moment he’d been inside her.

“Josh,” She moaned into his mouth as she messily pressed her lips to his. Josh’s eyes rolled back again as Liv threaded her fingers through his hair and her nails lightly scratched at the nape of his neck.

“I’m gonna cum.” He moaned against her lips.

She pulled away with a teasing grin. “Oh- oh yeah?” God, even while she was riding his dick she was teasing him. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her tits as she continued to move up and down, and up and down, and up and-

Josh whimpered and whined, hands finally getting brave and sliding to grab her ass. Oh yeah. She was definitely into that. “Li-“ Josh couldn’t even finish moaning her name as he whimpered and buried his face in her shoulder. “Liv, I’m so close.” He moaned.

Liv’s head rolled back as she panted, letting out a whimper herself as she rode him like her life depended on it. “I’m really close too.” She whined, hand snaking down to touch herself somewhere that needed attention. Josh took the hint and replaced her hand, rubbing circles on her clit. “I’m really, really close.” She gasped, kissing his lips again. She let her hips roll again, Josh’s eyes rolled back and shut as his free hand shot up to the small of her back, pulling her body flush against his as he tried his best to move with her hips, slumping against the headboard for support.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered breathlessly, opening his eyes to look directly into hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful- Jesus!” His stomach flexed as he couldn’t hold it in any longer. That feeling drove Liv over the edge too, her body tensing around him. Josh kept his fingers rubbing circles on her clit, knowing he was doing something right by the way she was panting and cursing under her breath, her movements slowing down.

“Jesus, Liv…” Josh whined, watching her struggle to keep it together, and he loved it. That did it. She steadied herself by digging her nails into Josh’s shoulders as she came.

“Josh, oh God, oh fuck, oh Josh-“ Her repeating his name was like a choir of dirty angels singing to him. She collapsed against him, eyelids heavy from exhaustion, burying her face in the crook of his neck for a moment. She pulled her face away to look at him with her glossy eyes, cheeks glowing and flushed, and her eyelids still half lidded. “You’re- you’re okay?” She breathed out. Josh looked equally as flushed, his hair messy from Liv raking her fingers through it.

“I think I should be asking you that.” He chuckled wearily. Liv hadn’t moved off, twitching and heaving around his cock.

“I’m fine- I’m fine.” She panted. “You feel really good.”

“Jesus,” Josh gasped as she squeezed around him accidentally. “You feel like heaven.” He sharply inhaled. Liv kissed him gently on the lips, smiling. No one had ever told her that. She slowly lifted herself off of him, slumping down against him. Her lips grew more intense.

“I like this feeling.” She whispered as she pulled away. Josh’s fingers trailed around the small of her back and up her sides. She pushed herself up, sitting against his lower stomach as Josh’s fingers made their way around to her stomach and up to her tits.

“Remember what Kronish said about holding each other being the best part?” Josh whispered, motioning for her to lay down on him.

Liv gave a tired chuckle. “I do.” She laid on top of him, kissing him deeply. He rolled them both onto their sides as they kissed lazily, both giggling and pulling apart.

“It really is the best part.” Josh said as he pulled Liv into him and he buried his face in her neck.

Tiger helped Wolf sling his right arm over her shoulder as she helped him up the steps to Josh’s house. Tiger had ditched Liv and Josh and traveled to the 40s where she did NOT kill baby Kronish. Instead she became his nanny. For years.

Wolf had not in fact died like Tiger alluded to, instead he stayed up until the 90s, becoming a famous chef, feeding famous people from all over the world.

Tiger had come back to present day to find Wolf was dead, immediately finding his suicide note in the form of a recorded message left behind in their sewer lair. She traveled back to find Wolf right as he was about to end it in front of their good friend Skarsgaard, giving him another slice to the face to match his three scars on his right cheek.

Wolf was going through it, he couldn’t walk super well, he needed help standing up straight. Tiger, in full 40s attire with her gingham dress, kicked open her door to Josh’s house, only to be met with stares of random people.

“Um,” someone said, blinking at them. “Are you here for the party?” People were wearing headsets and pointing remotes at a huge TV, blending and drinking smoothies, and nowhere in this obnoxious and loud sea of people were the two little people they were looking for.

“Yes.” Tiger stated, adjusting her hold on Wolf.

“Where’s Liv?” Wolf asked, sounding pained. “And Josh too, I guess.” He grumbled at the end.

A sea of hands pointed towards the stairs towards Josh’s room.

“Thank you, strangers” Tiger nodded at them as she helped Wolf up the stairs.

“Liv has probably missed me so much, I never got to say goodbye.” Wolf said dramatically. An entire section of his suicide message was dedicated to her, saying how he loved her so much and wished she could have tried the food he made, thanking her for being the first to tell him how amazing the chocolate he made for the Kronish Ball was. It was sweet. Sickly sweet. It had made Tiger a little jealous even though the rest of it was dedicated to her.

“She’s fine.” Tiger sighed as they reached the top of the stairs. “They’re probably plotting how to get into the Kronitorium in Josh’s room.”

As they reached Josh’s room they paused. They could hear the strangled sounding moans coming from inside. Whimpers and moans.

“What’s going on?” Tiger pressed her ear to the door, assessing if there was a threat. “Wolf, do you hear that?” Wolf pressed his ear to the door too. “Are they being held host-“

“Fuck yeah, they’re fucking.” He nodded approvingly.

“They’re fucking what?” Then Tiger realized. She looked at Wolf with a horrified and disgusted look. “They’re having pleasure sex?!”

Their cuddling turned into a sloppy make out session, which turned back into touching each other and Liv back on top of Josh.

“You’re wet.” Josh muttered teasingly, tracing under her boobs.

“And you’re hard again, horn dog.” She retaliated, pressing her ass against his erection.

His muscles tensed. “Liv, you’re going to make me cum again.” He whimpered and looked at her with those puppy dog eyes.

“Maybe you should make me cum again too.” She grinned. Energy coursed through her body. Josh’s eyes lit up.

“How do you feel about being eaten out?”

“Josh Futturman!” She slapped his chest. “That’s inappropriate!” She teased, as if barely 40 minutes ago they weren’t moaning each other’s names inappropriately.

“Read the sign, Liv.” He pointed above him. She got all giggly as Josh turned the tables, flipping them over so she was underneath. “You didn’t answer my question by the way.” He began kissing her neck.

“I wouldn’t mind…” She gave a small squeal as she felt his tongue right under her jaw. She covered her face and giggled as he eagerly kissed down her boobs, down her stomach, all over her hip bones and thighs, and then finally to her pussy…

Josh actually loved eating her out, he could have spent forever with his head between her legs, enjoying the way her back arched off the bed as he spelled his name and her name in cursive over and over with his tongue over her swollen clit. He’d pulled her to the edge of the bed, slinging her legs over his shoulders as he knelt between her thighs on the floor. The way she kept moaning his name spurred him on, pressing kisses to the insides of her thighs to tease her every time her moans got loud and sounded like she was about to reach her climax, his revenge for the years of teasing he had to endure.

“You fucking suck, I hate you.” Liv whined as Josh evilly kissed the apex of her thigh.

Josh lifted his head, a giant grin on his face. “I fucking what?”

“I’m going to fucking kill you I swear to God.” Her hand moved down to do it herself, but Josh intertwined his fingers into hers to stop her.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” He asked. She was a mess, she could barely comprehend what he’d said.

“What? Shut up.” She huffed, squirming.

He chuckled, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “You’re so pretty.” He said sweetly as he smiled, climbing back up her body and getting on the bed.

“You’re lucky you are too.” Liv grabbed his head and pulled him down to her lips, tasting herself on his tongue. She was learning a lot about herself sexually today.

In the almost 2 hours they had been in his room, Liv had discovered that Josh was very, very sensitive. Everywhere. She discovered she particularly liked to run her fingers over the nape of his neck and feel him shiver, and every time she’d done it, without fail, he gave an involuntary whimper. She liked that.

Josh pulled away, narrowing his eyes at her. “What are you smiling for?”

Liv was grinning from ear to ear at the sound of his whimper. She really liked that. “Nothing.” She pushed herself up to her elbows. Josh sat next to her and pulled her into his lap again.

Of all the ways he held Liv, his favorite was to have her in his lap (he really just liked when she was on top of him, turns out). He lightly tickled her back as he looked deeply into her eyes. “You okay?” He asked softly.

“Yeah?”

“I mean,” he lightly chuckled at her adorable confused face as he drew his fingers up and down her shoulder blades. “I mean, like, after…everything.”

Oh yeah. They’d lost Wolf. She looked away. “Yeah. You helped take my mind off of it.” She gave him a small, sad smile.

“Yeah, you did too.” Liv rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes solemnly. She didn’t want to feel sad. She was in Josh’s naked lap for Christ’s sake, she didn’t want to be sad at all.

“How many more ‘JOOSH’ condoms do you have in there?” She nudged her head towards the bedside table. Josh flushed red, as if they hadn’t already done that.

“There’s a lot in there.” He murmured, fingers trailing around her stomach.

“Wanna use one more?”

Josh didn’t answer, instead he gently moved Liv off of him and reached over to open the drawer and grab another condom with his face on it. After rolling it on, Liv pushed him down, climbing back to straddle him. He wasn’t complaining, he rather liked the cowgirl position. They were laying on the bed sideways, Josh’s door in their peripheral. Liv steadied herself, placing her hands on his chest as she sank painfully slow down on his dick again. He let out a strangled moan, trying to keep his hips from bucking. She didn’t make a sound, just her mouth falling open and her eyes screwing shut as she took in as much as she could. He held her hips tightly, fingers digging into her.

“You’re perfect,” Josh groaned, looking up at her with those eyes again. Her eyelids fluttered open as her eyebrows pinched together, letting out a moan. Josh quivered and whimpered in response.

“Tiger, you can’t open the door.” Wolf huffed. “They’re charging in.”

“I know.” Tiger kept her ear pressed to the door. She could hear the way they were moaning and mumbling sweet nothings to each other. Gross.

“Charging in is actually a private thing.” Wolf said, steadying himself against the wall.

“You sound like Josh.” Tiger muttered. “God, if I hear him tell her she’s ‘perfect’ or ‘beautiful’ one more time, I’m going in there.”

Wolf’s eyes looked loving at the door, as if he could see inside. “I knew he thought that about her.” He said quietly.

Tiger finally huffed and yelled over the loud TV and loud people downstairs for Josh and Liv to hear. “Are you two done yet? You’re just whistlin’ dixie in there, we’ve got very important matters to discuss.” No response. Their moaning continued. The bed kept squeaking. Tiger looked annoyed.

“Tiger, don’t.” Wolf held a hand out to stop her, but it was too late. She threw the door open.

“Oh my God!” Liv and Josh both screamed, Josh quickly sitting up and pulling Liv against him to cover her somewhat.

“…Tiger?” Josh blinked in disbelief. Tiger looked between them, disgusted. When she threw open the door they had been kissing (rat hole to rat hole) with their tongues halfway down each other’s throat.

“WOLF?!” Liv cried, almost climbing off of Josh, who still was inside her. Wolf gave her a double thumbs up and a wink, but he looked like hell.

“Woah there, naked girl!” Josh held her tightly against him.

“You two are gross.” Tiger tried not to gag.

“I think this,” Wolf weakly pointed between Liv and Josh. “Is beautiful.” He leaned against the door frame for support.

“Can you, uh, maybe shut the door and let us get decent? We can celebrate and be reunited after we have clothes on.” Josh protectively covered Liv’s body by wrapping his arms around her.

“Just…get your dick out of her, Futturman,” Tiger mumbled, averting her eyes as she closed the door.

“My dick- Hi Liv!-“ Wolf was cut off by the door shutting. There was a moment of embarrassed silence between them.

“I have a feeling that will be the first of many.” Liv whispered, rocking her hips again.

“Liv!” Josh gasped.

“Just let me help you finish.” She whispered back, sliding herself up and down.

“Fuck…” Josh squeezed his eyes shut, face contorting with pleasure. Liv exhaled shakily against Josh’s shoulder as she moved. “You gonna cum too?” He whispered, stumbling over his words.

Liv panted in his ear. “Mhm-“ She felt Josh grip her hips. One of his hands moved up and reached her boob. “God…” she whispered, trying to keep quiet, knowing Tiger and Wolf were just outside the door. “You’re so pretty.” She complimented him, still panting in his ear.

“You’re prettier.” She could hear him trying not to moan loudly. Liv let herself sink deeper into Josh’s huge cock, starting to see stars.

“I think I can feel you fucking everywhere” She gasped.

Josh trembled as he spread her legs a tad wider. “Jesus fucking Christ…”

“We can still hear you.” Tiger’s voice was muffled from the other side of the door. Liv and Josh didn’t give a shit, they were so wrapped up in each other.

Liv knew her legs would ache later. “Fuck!” She whispered as her head rolled back. Josh took the opportunity to kiss her neck as her pussy spasmed around him, cumming all over him. As he tried to kiss down her throat, his lips fell to her shoulder as he came, hugging her close for support. They sat, panting and sweating, hearts pounding for a moment. The door creaked open again, this time Wolf peeking in. Josh protectively wrapped his arms around Liv again.

“Not to interrupt, but, um, do you have any coke?” He asked quietly. “Like...cocaine?”

“Wolf, I’m so happy to see you’re not dead, but I’m gonna have to ask you to wait a sec.” Liv panted.

“Right, sorry.” The door quietly closed.

Josh carefully lifted Liv off of him. “You’re messy.” He quietly teased, referring to the cum on his lap.

“Shut up.” Liv tiredly punched his arm. Grabbing a shirt, and some boxers, Josh hurriedly got dressed, promising Liv to go into the bathroom and get a washcloth to clean them both up. Trying to sneak out of his room, he was met with Tiger staring intensely at the door.

“Jesus!” He jumped back.

“Glad you got your dick wet.” She said dryly. “Now come on, we need to focus.”

“Good lord, can’t I go get a washcloth from the bathroom real quick?” Josh pushed past her and Wolf to the bathroom.

“Well, good day to you too, Future Man.”

“I saw you this morning and you were mean to me.” Josh called out over the commotion still happening downstairs. He emerged with a wet washcloth. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to provide Liv with aftercare and then I will let you guys in my room.”

Before he could hear their responses, he slid into his room and closed the door. Liv was still on his bed laying on her stomach flipping through a magazine with his- Joosh’s- face on it. “Hey stud,” she flipped the magazine around to show him pictures of him- Joosh- posing like a douche bag with the words “THE NEXT GENERATION” typed boldly over the top.

Josh grinned at her adoringly. “Shut up, Liv.” Seeing Liv laying naked in his room was giving him an adrenaline rush. “Let me clean you up.” He said as she sat up.

“Why thank you, Josh. Also, no offense, that sweater? Ugly as hell.” His sweater was eye offendingly bright with yellows, oranges, and a few splashes of other colors with random letters all over it, looking like they were smashed together and fighting to be at the front.

“What, you don’t like it?” Josh looked down at it.

“No.” Liv laughed, taking some of the sweater in her hands and trying to study it. “Is it supposed to say something? It has a lot of P's. Oh and there’s an S. And an A.”

Josh shrugged as he gently washed her thighs. “I don’t know, it was the first thing I grabbed.” He kissed her forehead.

After he was done, Josh grabbed Liv a less ugly sweater from his closet (she had a big opinion on every single one he pulled out except for a plain white one). She stole a pair of boxers with his face all over them, claiming, “They probably look cooler on me than they did on you.”

“JFUTZ.” He corrected as he watched her pull on her baggy shorts.

“Also, are we not going to talk about how JFUTZ has boxers with his face all over them?” She snickered and looked at him. “You’re technically him-“

“But I would never buy something like that.” He laughed. The door swung open.

“I’m really glad you’ve bonded. Really glad- it smells like an orgy in here.” Tiger rolled her eyes.

“The smell of love.” Wolf said in a low, slightly teasing voice as he strolled into the room. “So, you never told me, do you have coke in here?”

“No.” Josh looked annoyed. “How do you know what an orgy smells like?” Josh muttered, raising an eyebrow at Tiger.

“Wolf!” Liv flung herself at him. “Wolf, we thought you died!”

“Almost did,” Wolf held her tightly, looking so happy he might cry. “Almost did.” He looked up at Josh over Liv’s shoulder. “Hey Josh.”

“Hey Wolf, glad to see you’re not dead…where the hell were you guys by the way?” Josh eyed Tiger and Wolf’s clothes.

“The 40s.” Tiger said.

“The 90s.” Wolf groaned as Liv squeezed too tight. She let go, uttering apologies over and over to him. Wolf moved away, distracted, throwing the covers off of Josh’s bed.

“You’ve got to have coke in here somewhere.” He muttered, digging through the pillows. Liv watched, offended.

“The 90s? Wolf, you stayed in the 80s into the 90s?” Josh was shocked. “You’re telling me years of your lives have happened since this morning? Liv and I have been here for like…2 hours.”

“Time travel’s a real mindfuck.” Wolf said, grinning, but looking like he was in pain. “Is that different wallpaper?” He asked, finally noticing the room. “Are you sure you don’t have any coke?” He looked between Liv and Josh.

“Wolf, I already told you no.” Josh said.

“You think those space pirates downstairs have a hookup?” Wolf asked hopefully.

“First of all, those are my friends, not space pirates.” Josh said.

Liv made a face that showed her thoughts exactly, are you sure about that? She made the face behind Josh, but Wolf and Tiger caught it.

“Second of all, you need to clean up, Wolf.”

“Yeah, Wolf, you’re concerning me.” Liv said, folding her arms. “You don’t seem okay.”

“Okay, look,” Wolf put on his nicest smile. “I appreciate the concern, but I think if I just had a little cocaine I’d be able to think straight.” He was met with the unbelieving and concerned stares from Liv and Josh. “And then I’ll quit, I swear!”

“Wolf-“

“Crack is fine too, in a pinch!” He sounded desperate.

“God, Wolf. The 90s hit you hard.” Liv said sadly.

Tiger huffed. “Okay, enough of this jibber jabber, alright? We gotta skedaddle.” Liv gave her a weird look. She spoke in the most non-Tiger way she’d ever heard. “If the Kronitorium exists, then we don’t know how far along Kronish is with the cure. It might already be out there!”

“But we don’t even have a TTD, what are we gonna do?” Josh asked.

“We gotta find out what we’re up against in that building.” Tiger said.

“We can’t even go into the building, and I don’t think that you should either.” Liv said. “We tried to go in and they threw us out.”

“How about this,” Josh spoke up as Wolf groaned and crouched down in front of the closet, holding his knees to his chest. “Liv and I stay here and help Wolf get clean, and you can handle the recon, Tiger.”

Wolf barfed into the closet, making everyone groan and look away, having Kronish Ball flashbacks. “I puked in your Jordans” He groaned. Josh looked heartbroken, he didn’t know he owned Jordans until then.

“Well, it’s not gonna be pretty, this little angel has got the devil up in him.” Tiger walked over to Wolf, crouching down and rubbing his back comfortingly.

“Oh, we can handle Wolf.” Josh said. “And I know just where to send you.”

Josh sent Tiger to go track down Stu, the only employee he knew personally who still worked for Kronish as a scientist. He was hoping he might have some information on Kronish. Liv strapped Wolf down to Josh’s bed, repeating apologies over and over.

“Wolf, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but I have to do this-“

“You know, I opened a restaurant in the 80s.” Wolf said, sweating buckets. Together Josh, Liv, and Tiger had stripped Wolf to a white tank top and his boxers after he vomited all over himself.

“Really?” Liv was half listening as she put a strap around his right ankle.

“I named a dish after you, Liv. It was a dessert, a chocolate truffle. I missed you a lot.”

Liv looked at poor, poor Wolf. He looked awful. “I missed you too Wolf…in the few hours I didn’t see you.” She smiled softly.

“I did cocaine up my ass too.”

“Oh.” She made a face. “That’s…that’s really something, Wolfie.”

“I can’t believe you had sex with Josh in this very bed-”

“Hey Wolf, let’s talk about something else.” Liv interrupted him loudly..

Josh poked his head into the room. “Hey Liv, you wanna come downstairs soon?” He asked. She looked at the sweaty and vomit smelling mess that was Wolf.

Be with the random strangers that Josh thinks are his friends or risk being puked/shit on? She thought to herself. “I’m coming.” She sighed.

As they walked down the stairs Josh was beaming. “I’m a video game programmer here. I made the games they’re playing downstairs. In VR.”

“I thought JFUTZ made those games?” She smirked at him. He blushed as he realized what he’d said.

“Yeah, I meant JFUTZ.”

The VR video games that Joosh made were amazing. Liv didn’t know you could snowboard and shoot yetis at the same time, but she sure did after playing Snowboard Pro 3. The crowd had died down a bit, and Liv was actually able to catch a couple of the people’s names. In the kitchen, a guy named Xolo showed her how to make the “perfect” smoothie.

“Your boyfriend is, like, super into clean living.” He said, blending the apple cider vinegar, strawberries, spinach, and a bunch of protein powders together.

Liv didn’t think it looked appetizing at all, but she nodded along. “Cool!”

“I’ll make you one too.” Xolo grinned at her. “I can make you a pina colada one!”

“You better make one for Joosh too, he loves pina coladas!” She said with a big smile, high fiving Xolo over the counter.

Liv and Josh bounced from the kitchen to the living room, trying more of Xolo’s smoothie creations, which were actually quite delicious, and playing video games. Liv prefered sitting on the couch, watching Josh excitedly play the different video games Joosh had developed. As much as the energy was thriving in the room, she still wasn’t sure she liked “the crew”, except for Xolo, she was still on the fence about Paul and Tracy. She watched the TV as Josh crashed into a tree in the game, bringing him to a “GAME OVER” screen. She listened to Tracy and Paul snicker at his loss as Josh took off the headset and looked embarrassed.

“I died pretty fast.” He mumbled.

“Yeah, uh, that’s a tricky level.” Paul said, doubling over with laughter as he looked at Liv and Tracy. It definitely had been an easy level. Xolo brought Josh another smoothie.

“Hey, thanks man.” He said gratefully, taking a sip. “Ooh, Liv, this one’s peach.” He turned around, holding the cup out for her to try. A lull in the conversations around let Josh and Liv hear Wolf groaning and crying upstairs.

“Josh!” He was crying. Josh looked confused.

“I’m surprised he’s not crying for you.” He muttered to Liv.

“Who’s Josh?” Someone asked.

“I’m shitting your bed again.” Wolf cried. Josh inhaled deeply, trying to keep his cool.

“I think that’s why.” Liv whispered, looking apologetically at him.

“You’re coming with me.” Josh whispered.

Entering Josh’s room almost made both of them pass out. “Oh, God, Wolf!” Josh recoiled. It smelled like death and puke and shit.

“Come here Josh, please come here.” Wolf groaned.

“Please come here, come on, come on, buddy.” Josh inched closer, shooting Liv a fearful look. “I just need a bump and 20 bendy straws.” Wolf wept.

“Wolf. No, there’s no coke here. Turns out, JFUTZ’s body is a temple,” Josh said as Wolf thrashed against his restraints. “He’s really into clean living and I respect him. We got super fruits?” He offered.

“Yeah, Wolf, we’ve got a lot of things, but all healthy. No coke. Sorry.” Liv said, standing at the foot of the bed.

Wolf was throwing a fairly silent tantrum as he thrashed around.

“I mean, try some of this super smoothie,” Josh held out the smoothie cup for Wolf. “It’ll pick you right up.” Wolf head butted the cup out of Josh’s hands. It spilled all over his face. “Jesus!” Josh backed away.

“COKE!” Wolf cried out. Josh turned to Liv looking pissed off.

“Wolf, we’re only trying to-“

“COKE!!!!” Wolf screamed at Liv, shaking. Josh rolled his eyes and took Liv’s hand, leading her out of his room.

“Poor Wolf,” Liv said sadly as she followed Josh down the stairs.

“He’s an asshole.” Josh grumbled. Liv punched his arm. Hard. “Liv!”

“He’s an addict in recovery, you’re the asshole.” She said sternly.

The front door swung open in front of them. Tiger was back. “Hey.” She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw them. She was holding a plate full of food covered by Saran Wrap.

“What’s that?” Josh leaned forward curiously. Tiger covered the plate with her hand.

“It’s leftovers from the meal I made for Stu. I pulled a little 40s charm on him and he let me into his house to make him a home cooked meal. Got some information outta him too. Where’s Wolf?” She asked.

“Tied to Josh’s bed. He’s not doing too well.” Liv said, jabbing her thumb up in the direction of Josh’s room.

“He’s probably starving!” She scolded Liv and Josh. “A home cooked meal can solve anything.” She marched past them and up the stairs towards the room. Hearing Tiger say the most house wife things in her deadpan and stern voice was so strange.

Josh turned to Liv. “She wasn’t always like that, right? Or am I crazy?”

“We’re both seeing the same thing. The 40s really changed her.” Liv said.

“Wanna play Snowpocalypse?” Josh asked, completely changing the subject.

Liv paused. “Um,” she blinked. “You can. I’ll just, um, I’ll watch you again…or something.”

“You worried I’ll actually be better than you at this one?” He teased. Liv had been way better than him at every game they’d played so far.

Liv shrugged. “No, I’m kinda just sick of video games.” She said.

Josh deflated. “Oh…that- that’s okay, we’ve been playing for a while anyways.”

Liv pursed her lips. “Mhm.” She tried not to let her annoyance show. The entire time since they’d emerged from Josh’s room it was all they (mostly Josh) had done. Liv had talked to Josh’s “friends” more than he had. And she still didn’t really like them. “Go have fun playing…that snow game.”

“I thought you were gonna watch?”

“I will! I’m just gonna go make sure Wolf’s okay.”

Josh nodded understandingly. “Okay, okay, go make sure he’s not puking all over Tiger.” He joked, giving her a small smile.

When Liv approached Josh’s door she heard Wolf sobbing. Great. She thought. He was still bawling. She opened the door to find him crying, but smiling too. He had a mouth full of roast in his mouth. Tiger sat next to him, feeding him the food on the plate.

“Wolf?” Liv asked.

“I can taste it!” He sobbed happily. “I can taste it!”

Tiger was smiling down at him as she fed him. “He can taste it.” She repeated, shrugging. Liv liked this new maternal Tiger, she wasn’t as mean and snippy.

Together Tiger and Liv cleaned Wolf up, Tiger helped bathe him and Liv threw JFUTZ’s bed sheets in a garbage sack. Wolf looked a lot better as he sauntered back into the room in a fluffy white robe with a towel wrapped around his head.

“Hey, Wolf,” She said gently, holding her arms out for a hug. Wolf fell into them graciously.

“I’m so sorry I yelled at you.” He mumbled into her shoulder. “I was half hallucinating back there. Corey Hart sang to me.”

“Oh my God,” Liv pulled away, laughing. “I’m glad to see you’re doing better now.”

“So.” Wolf smirked down at her as he stood up straight. “Tell Wolf, what’s going on with you and Josh?”

Before Liv could answer, Tiger was in the doorway, back in her regular Tiger attire. “Go get Josh, we need to have a chat.” She said.

“O-okay.” Liv looked confused and slightly scared. She slowly walked down the stairs to see Josh with the headset back on, imitating the motion of skiing. There was a whole group of people behind him on the couch cheering him on.

“Oh my God! I’m flying through the sky!” He exclaimed. Liv marched up behind him and took the headset off of him. “Hey! I was just about to stick my landing in Snowpocalypse-“ he turned around to see it was Liv, folding her arms. “Oh, hey, it’s you!” He grinned at her. “You should try this one Liv, it’s really fun.”

“I’m good.” Liv muttered, dropping the headset on the ground. “Tiger wants us upstairs. Like now.”

Tiger had gotten some interesting information out of Stu Camillo. He’d invited her over to his house after she helped him clean up his spilled groceries in the parking lot of a gas station, to which she’d offered to make him a home cooked meal. Stu had told her Kronish was secretive, frighteningly so, and that he’d been hiding away for years working on his project. Stu had told her that no one in the lab knew what they were working on, but Tiger knew, the super cure. He told Tiger that in two days' time he would reveal what it was. That was a relief to her, they still had time.

JFUTZ had turned his parents' old room into some sort of meditation/dojo room, that’s where Tiger wanted them to meet. Tiger told them to change into something quote, “more moveable and less disgusting” (she said that last one straight to Josh). Josh changed into a still eye blisteringly neon green tank top and shorts, while Liv opted to change back into her yellow tank top.

“Alright, so,” Tiger clapped her hands loudly to get everyone’s attention. Wolf sat in the corner clutching a smoothie, still in his fluffy robe. “The information I got out of Stu is a little alarming. Kronish is two days away from releasing his research. We need to kill him AND destroy his research AND blow up the Kronitorium. This is our only chance.”

Josh stretched an arm across his chest. “Wow, so we’re going full on T2.” He said.

“Judgement Day.” Wolf said from his corner. “Arnold was a frequent customer at Wolfhart’s, and a good friend.” He sighed, reminiscing. “Oh man, we had some sexcapades.” He sipped his smoothie.

Josh looked at Liv with raised eyebrows. Tiger waved her hand, trying to get the attention back on her. “This mission calls for a much bigger kill team but…this is all we have…so…we’re gonna have to train you guys up.”

Liv and Josh nodded, knowing this was coming. “Okay, um, athletic stance and start sparring with one of you guys, or each other, or…” Josh asked.

Tiger and Wolf started chuckling, looking at each other and shaking their heads. Josh turned his head to Liv, worried he’d said the wrong thing.

“Spar, oh, no, I think we’ll, uh, I think we’ll have you start on someone around both of your skill levels.” Tiger stepped over to a crate, taking the top off. An uncanny valley life sized doll with enormous tits sat inside. Josh and Liv both recoiled in shock.

“What the hell is that?” Liv asked. “And why is it so creepy?”

“I do not know why you have this, but she was on your doorstep, and, um, she’ll do.” Tiger looked at her two new students. “So let’s begin.”

Pt. 2

#josh futturman #future man #josh hutcherson #tiger future man #wolf future man #derek wilson #eliza coupe #maia mitchell #bread on toast #hachi machi #future man fanfiction #Josh Futturman x OC #jhutch #josh futturman smut

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s-creations · 10 months

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Hi! I saw your reblog on how you wanted to write paragraphs about this movie version of Bowser. I was wondering if you actually like to do it?

OMG ABSOLUTELY! Who's ready for an unhinged look into my perspective of Bowser!? And I mean unhinged. Getting my mind clearly written out can be a heck of a thing. So hang on kids.

For anyone curious, this is the post in question that's prompting this rant.

So, let's get the first thing out of the way: Game!Bowser and Movie!Bowser are different identities. (I already hearing you say 'well no duh Sydney!' Be patient, I'm getting there.)

For Game!Bowser, I can understand where people in the audience/players get the idea of why he might be given a pass to be some what of a 'good person'. Sure, he's captured Princess Peach countless times and put her kingdom in danger. Sure, he's taken some powerful tools and weapons for his own benefit to try and rule the world/galaxy/whatever. Sure, he's narcissistic and mean to his own minions.

But something that the games have provided are two rather big things that help:

One, a pretty obvious idea is the fact that Bowser CAN be a hero. If anything, doing so when he's pushed to that moment where he has to help or there's no way for a happy ending.

If more than anything, he joins because he hates the idea of losing whatever to another baddie. But Bowser still become a hero when the moment arises. Doing what he can to help the situation.

Superstar Saga

Super Paper Mario

Mario & Rabbids: Sparks of Hope

Those are the games that I can think of off the top of my head that has Bowser joining the heroes side to help defend and protect. (PS: I'm not including the spinoff games for this discussion, sorry.) You can easily make the argument that he's only doing so because he doesn't want to lose. Which I will agree with you 100%. But doesn't change the fact that he's still willing to do so.

Two, and this is more for the story telling portion and what I think a lot of people flock to, is the fact that Bowser is pretty 'openly written' as a character.

Now, what the heck to I mean by that?

When it comes to video games, story telling is not quite equal to the time given to make the game playable. I've heard/watched a few interviews with game developers that state getting a balance between understanding the character and playing the game is a hard thing to maintain. As a story teller, you have so much you want to offer and not that much time to do so.

You're not reading a book, you're playing a game! You have to interpret a lot from what you're seeing and what's happening in that moment to sort of figure out what that character is thinking. More often that not, we're not going to have moments when characters can sit down and have both an external conversation with someone and an internal monologue going into further details as to what the characters are thinking.

The Last of Us The Walking Dead Becoming Human: Detroit

Those are games where, in my opinion, it comes closest to really giving the player as much insight as possible to really understand the characters. But even then, most of the time, we're only giving these characters personalities because of the actions we give them or with what's been scripted out. We can kind of extrapolate meaning, relating their actions to the spotted information provided about their past or their beliefs. But that's really it sometimes.

Games can't give the time to allow characters to be full human. Why? Cuz you're playing a game! If you wanted a full 20 minutes break down of someone's life, you'd read a book! (This is also why fanfiction is so powerful, you're allowed to give time to perspective and ideas from these same characters. But I'm also a little bias in that area of fandom work. XD) TV shows are probably the next best form of media to allow exploration of a person. Because you'll be given the time to have an episode be focused on a character. Even then, there's still a lot of information being held back.

But video games?

And because characters can be so openly written with just the basic understanding of how they think/act, that invites us (the audience/players) to add further details to their personalities. We put personal ideas/beliefs/points of views into characters because we want to see our favorite people reflected on how we see them.

(UNDERTALE anyone?)

Bringing this back to Game!Bowser, even with all that he know about him, with the basic idea is he's a villain. Who can also become a hero. We as players/viewers can make him to be so much more because there's still that given freedom.

I'll be honest, trying to write away his sins for almost destroying a lot of things is hard to get past. But we're allowed to give him moments of clarity that shows Bowser's understanding that maybe he's not as correct in his actions as he thought he was. In writing, comics, art, we can offer that different perspective to Bowser that the games will never show.

Sure, he's grumpy and rough around the edges. But do you really think a full on villain at any time would want to work with the heroes? NO! A truly terrible person would never help. If anything, they'd try getting to the problem first to defeat and gain control over whatever was happening so they could come out on top than actually help. Or if anything, just sit back and see how 'powerful' these heroes actual are and figure out a braking point.

But Bowser does help, even if he's stomping his feet in annoyance sometimes. So that gives us a different way to see him. Grumpy, yes. Rude, oh yeah. A villain, absolutely. But we're still able to see the good sides and say, 'You know what, there's hope for you yet.'

Now, with all of this being said, I think this is where the issue lies with Movie!Bowser. We are never made, not ONCE made, to sympathy with Game!Bowser. NEVER! We're never really shown a soft side, unless it's with Junior. And even then, he's not sparkly eyed, looking heartbroken, kind of Koopa. We just interject our sympathy onto him because of how openly written he is as a character.

We can give him softer moments. We're allowed to give him those moments. We're giving more to Bowser than what's actually happening in the games when it comes to him being 'good'.

Movie!Bowser is a straight, up evil person.

Granted, we've only seen him in one movie (there had better be more coming or I swear to everything holy and decent) and Game!Bowser definitely seems to be the one I should be calling out like this given his list of crimes. But there's one major, MAJOR difference between the two of them that allows me to side with Game!Bowser possibly being redeemed.

Movie!Bowser has more range for a personality provided to us on screen. Meaning we're not adding anything to him, Movie!Bowser is on full display for what his character is.

He's not written as a person who tells more than shows. Sure, we get lines for Game!Bowser, we get something of a personality there, but nothing like this. Nothing like the physical movements and facial features that the movie provides.

Movie!Bowser is manipulative. We've seen him smiling/happy. We've seen him triumphant. We've seen him interrogate/torture. We've seen him cocky. We've seen him upset.

We've seen him angry.

I can say that I can't remember seeing Game!Bowser look this angry. Games (focusing specifically on the Mario games right now) only offer so much when it comes to emotions. That's why I love the Luigi Mansion series (and not just because Luigi if my favorite character), mainly 2 and 3, because it really felt like the first time that cut scenes could play out and we got to see emotions. Luigi feels more human in those games than any other. Because they allowed him to have a range, not just a standard standing there and bounce while someone feeds me plot.

And that's the big thing with Movie!Bowser is he's emoting far more than his game counterpart ever could. Which makes him that much more terrifying.

Because if anyone is going to look at these images and say 'Oh, but Bowser's a sweetheart'.

Then you're being fooled. This is manipulation at it's best. This is Bowser playing a role that his minions, probably mainly Kamek, has told him to play because it'll let him take what he wants.

More over, do you notice when he's playing his wide eye, hurt pup look? When his focus is on Peach.

He talks about marrying Peach and all the things he likes about her.

He practices what he's going to say when he'd going to ask Peach to marry him.

He looks crushed that the fantasy that he's built up in his head isn't reality.

The only person I could say that Bowser would be semi decent around would be Peach. But even that's not true! Because what's his idea of a wedding gift to her?

Sacrificing people to lava on during the vows.

What does he do when she puts her foot down on the wedding day?

Bombs her kingdom.

Movie!Bowser has no idea or doesn't even care to worry about what anyone else wants. It's always been about him. Even to the person he's suppose to love the most, it's not love. At least, not a healthy version of love. It's another notch in his belt that says he's gotten a victory.

Heck, if you want a full display on how he really thinks, go back to when he's first confronting Peach. When she says no, what does Bowser do? Pout and turn away and say 'Well, shoot, that didn't work'. Nope. He has Kamek hurt Toad to force Peach to agree. To fall in line with what Bowser's made up fantasy is.

The moment someone doesn't agree with him, it's violence until they agree.

Game!Bowser doesn't sugar coat for anyone his personality. He's in your face, aggressive, and isn't sorry for it. And I like that about him.

Movie!Bowser thinks he can play a part and will get what he wants. And if he doesn't, he can just destroy whatever he wants in a tantrum rage. Movie!Bowser is terrifying, because I can't see that moment where I could possibly offer redemption.

Think about it really, besides Peach, who else did Bowser hurt in this movie?

Tortured Luigi in order to give up any information about his brother. With the threatened promise of being killed in front of Mario as a 'warning'.

Tortured Toad when Peach said 'no'.

Captured Cranky Kong and the Kong Army, holding them and numerous others over a pit of lava.

Heck, Bowser and Mario don't even properly meet until the end of the movie. Yet Bowser is so obsessed with Peach being his bride that any whiff of someone possibly being a rival, of shattering his fantasy, is enemy number one in Bowser's book. Mario just wants to get Luigi back! Yet Bowser's in the mindset that Mario's trying to take everything away from him.

I bet you anything, if we could actually act Bowser why Peach said no to the wedding, he would say it was Mario's fault. That Mario came in and ruined Peach's idea of Bowser for her and that's what caused her to say no. Not that Peach had no interest what so ever, but because Mario beat him to the punch.

"What about the minion saying 'doesn't she hate you?' at the beginning of the movie?"

Bowser's whole plan was to impress Peach with the Power Star. He swore that was going to be the ticket to getting on her good side. This whole plane was built around that idea. He thought she was going to be so impressed!

But who beat him to the punch of impressing Peach?

"Mario has defeated Donkey Kong and won the favor of the Kong Army." "So was Peach, like, super impressed?" "Yes, it appears so."

Bowser lost his ticket to winning Peach over before even arriving to the Mushroom Kingdom. At least, in his mind. So what does he do? Kills Mario. Because with him out of the way, Peach would have to be impressed with Bowser, right?

Movie!Bowser's not sad because Peach broke his heart. Movie!Bowser is sad because his reality isn't what it was supposed to be for him. And he hates it when he doesn't get his way. It's either live under his rule and want, or see everything you love destroyed and burned to the ground.

With all this being said, I'm going to focus a little on the fandom for a moment. Because there are a lot of people out there who will defend Bowser until they're blue in the face.

And to that I say good.

People who love Bowser for all the right reasons know he's evil and mean and manipulative and whatever other negative word I used during this rant. But that's what we like about this large Koopa and it's great to see!

The worry I have is for the people who say Peach was 'being mean for rejecting Movie!Bowser'. Really? You'd want to marry someone who's threatened, harmed, and tortured so many people in some twisted idea of love? Um, no thank you.

(PS: If you want me to do another rant for shipping, I will, but I'm just focusing on Bowser for the moment)

Bowser is an amazing villain, one of my favorites. But I will always prefer Game!Bowser over Movie!Bowser for being a 'changed villain'.

Because Game!Bowser is a silly Koopa who can be both terrifying and funny at the same time. He can have moments where I just laugh at how ridiculous he is.

Movie!Bowser terrifies me because I've known people like him. People who will play victim when the other person's done nothing wrong.

Game!Bowser fully owns up to his actions. I believe that Movie!Bowser thinks everything he does is for the betterment of everyone. Almost as if he's some twisted hero.

And I'm worried about the people who support him and don't see an issue with it. If you like him because he's an amazing villain, super! If you can separate reality from fiction and know that what he's doing is not normal, even better.

But if you're going to stand there and say "Boo Peach, yay Bowser!" then you may need to rethink some of your life choices.

#bowser #mario #luigi #mario and luigi #princess peach #super mario movie #the super mario bros movie #super mario bros movie #rant #long long rant #I really hope I was able to explain myself well on this #if not ask questions!#I'll clear up what I can about this

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memestockpile · 7 months

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master and commander (2003) feel free to change as needed.

come on, come on. it's all right.

starboard bow, ahoy!

thought i heard something.

you're officer of the watch.

you must make a decision.

rouse up! rouse up!

you did the right thing, [name].

quit your dawdling!

we stand tall on the quarterdeck, son.

run up the colors.

for god's sake, don't drop anything!

don't worry, lad.

reload and give 'em hell!

we're fish in a barrel.

pipe down.

they'll not find us in here.

well done, lad.

just a broken arm.

you're in very good hands.

i'm doing everything i can.

let me take a look at that brow of yours.

quite fortunate, really.

i have no idea what it is you're talking about.

the simple fact is we were soundly beaten.

am i not correct?

we're not going home.

there's not a moment to lose.

is it true they put the last stitch through your nose? [name] said when you die, they stitch you in your hammock with the last stitch in your nose, just to make sure you're not asleep.

it's all right. it's just the laudanum speaking.

i've never seen a braver patient.

poor darling. never mind, soon we'll have you fixed up.

there's something might interest you here.

there's enough of my blood in the woodwork for the ship to almost be a relation.

your knowledge is beyond question.

show me a beetle and i'll tell you what it's thinking.

you're not a pennyweight of use gawping here!

you should read the book.

what a fascinating modern age we live in.

hello, darling! how much for a kiss?

quick, mate.

i remember it like it was yesterday.

to the lesser of two weevils.

the lord taketh and the lord giveth away.

[singing] farewell and adieu to you, spanish ladies.

this is the second time you've done this to me. there will not be a third.

wouldn't want to lose you.

mind what the captain told you.

we caught a fish.

now, tell me that wasn't fun.

you need more than luck against a phantom.

what are you doing, sitting up all night, catching your death of cold?

that's the last of the coffee.

don't count your eggs before they're in the pudding.

no lounging, boy!

there's enough water in the grog.

as a friend, i would say that i have never once doubted your abilities.

therein lies the problem.

you're not accustomed to defeat.

it's not a question of pride. it is a question of duty.

be as satiric as you like.

viewing the world through a microscope is your prerogative.

i will grind whatever grist the mill requires to fulfil my duty.

they're said to be full of strange and wonderful beasts.

we'll have to stop for food and water.

i promise you, during that time, you can wander at will, collecting all manner of things dear to your little heart's content.

disgusting!

by all that's holy, i think that's unknown to science.

well, i'll be damned.

break your heart, it would.

[name], have you forgotten your promise?

i have known you to spend hours staring into a deserted bird's nest.

we do not have time for your damned hobbies!

i can harness the wind, but i ain't its goddamn creator.

i have never known such a run of bad luck.

it's from the bible, that.

i'm rather understanding of mutinies.

i, for one, am opposed to authority. it is an egg of misery and oppression.

shh. not so loud.

any time tonight, that ghost ship's gonna turn up.

you gave me such a start.

are you feeling better now?

you've always been very kind to me.

the simple truth is, not all of us become the men we once hoped we might be.

i'm so sorry, man.

it's just to get my bearings, that's all.

it'd be a lot easier if i were on dry land.

i'll manage. you'll see.

i just need to stretch my legs.

a spare pair of steady hands wouldn't go amiss.

do you have the constitution for this?

i have been amongst and around wounds all my life.

it would appear that you have the makings of a naturalist.

name a shrub after me. something prickly and hard to eradicate.

damn, you've got good eyes, [nickname].

i know what you want to say. and my answer is no.

they mean to take us as a prize.

though we be on the far side of the world, this ship is our home.

surprise is on our side.

care for a cigar?

oh, here we go again.

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leafkingofbirds · 4 months

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WIP Weekend

It's not WIP wednesday but I found this fic I started a long time ago and got inspired to work on it. It's not really finished, but I still wanted to share what I have.

MC (genderneutral) wakes up next to Kieran for the first time the morning after Radiance's defeat, and they have the first real talk about what their life might look like, including discussions about what consent means to fae. (2nd person)

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You turn your head to gaze at Kieran’s face for a long time. Your Fae prince. Dark, intense, and so lovely. Broken and restored. You can’t believe this is your life now, that he’s truly yours.

As you’re admiring him, his eyes open, and a smile curls his lips.

“Good morning, beloved,” he murmurs, his arm tightening around you as if it were possible to pull you any closer. He gives you a sleepy, sly smile. “Have I caught you ogling me again? Whatever shall I do with you?”

“You could kiss me good morning,” you offer, and Kieran smiles and take you up on it.

“I’ll admit it,” you say, smiling, and touch his cheek gently. “I can’t take my eyes off you. Did you sleep well?”

Kieran makes a low, pleased hum and leans in to kiss you. “Waking up beside you in my bed, and not in some strange distant locale, without my memories, covered in blood I know not whose? ‘Tis such a pleasure that that words cannot describe.”

You frown at the image he paints and caress his cheek, fingertips brushing through his hair. “Never again,” you promise in a whisper. “Never again will you suffer like that. Not while I’m here.”

“I could make that very same promise to you, my dove,” Kieran replies with a gentle smile. “In fact, I will. With all the power I have, I shall ensure that every morning we share together will be as perfect as our first.”

You close your eyes, smiling. “You really are too much. But I won’t argue. This is so nice…I can’t bear the thought of getting out of bed.”

“Then don’t.” Kieran cups your face in his hand. “Stay in bed with me all day, if you wish.”

“You’re down two servants,” you point out. “Unless Sir Montgomery is good with a frying pan–”

He gives you a playful pinch. “I am no helpless wastrel in the kitchen. Or have I not proven myself to you yet?”

“A few more basic cooking lessons certainly couldn’t hurt,” you tease, swatting his hand away. “Until we get another cook. Unless you expect me to return to the kitchen…?”

His eyes lose their humour, and his expression sobers. His tone is soft and sincere. “I meant what I said last night, my love. Cook if you wish, if it brings you happiness. But I shall be perfectly content no matter how you choose to occupy your time. You have had enough toil in your life. Let me take that burden from you, if nothing else.”

“Kieran…” Your heart swells, a myriad of emotion engulfing you. “It feels a bit strange that I don’t have to go downstairs to feed the ravens, do the washing or dust the mantels. I…suppose it hasn’t truly sunk in yet.”

“That you are a royal consort now?” He captures your hand and kisses it, then presses your palm to his cheek and smiles.

“The term doesn’t feel as though it fits me.”

“Perhaps not yet. You’ll grow used to it, I hope, with time. And to the idea that your time is your own.”

“What about you? What will you do?” You wrinkle your brow. “Do your duties as Night Prince keep you entirely occupied?”

“With my court consisting of you, me, and Sir Montgomery?” He smiles indulgently. “No, beloved. I maintain the safety of the realm and the security of this palace. I defend the crown, if needed. When issues arise, it is my duty to attend them. Keeping my court in check and out of trouble used to be my main occupation. But I suspect that will not be too much trouble, these days.”

You share a mischievous smile. “Some days more than others, my lord. Depending on how much I feel like vexing you. Wouldn’t want you to get bored, of course.”

“Perish the thought.” He laughs, and grabs your hip to tug you closer. “Our enemies are defeated; we are safer than we have ever been. In a matter of days, I shall pass the crown to Longclaw...and then we are free to focus entirely on each other.”

“And rebuilding the Moon Court, at some point, I assume?”

“That too.” He leans in to kiss you. “Our court, beloved.”

“How will we ever go about that? The Sun Court seems to hate us.”

“It will be a challenge, but not one so great as you’ve already faced. Most Fae are born into families already long-allied with a court. With all Moon Court family bloodlines gone, we may have to travel far and wide to convince others to join us. But there is no reason to hurry. We shall travel together – I’ll show you every corner of the realm, and you shall never again need to waste away in this crumbling castle.”

“It doesn’t have to be a crumbling castle anymore,” you point out. “If we’re to rebuild the M– our court, let us start fresh. There’s no reason to hide away in dreary solitude any longer, letting everything fall to ruin.”

His eyes light up as though that thought hadn’t even occurred to him. “Of course. I…perhaps have forgotten, over the years, that change is even possible. But a fresh start…sounds entirely appropriate. Perhaps I shall put you in charge of its renovations, if you’re amenable.”

“I’d love to,” you reply. “I’m not used to being idle. I like being helpful to you.”

His hand squeezes your hip, slow and strong and lingering, his expression growing hazy and warm. “I know.”

You let your hands wander across his bare chest, exploring in the daylight the expanse of beautiful skin you have only seen by moonlight. “Is this all right?”

Kieran smirks, watching you, allowing your touch. “I am yours, beloved. You are free to touch me whenever you desire.”

“Perhaps there are times when you won’t desire it, though.”

“No.”

You give a small laugh at his certainty, your thoughts hazy, your body still tired and comfortable. But something prods you to add, somewhat nervously, despite yourself…“Perhaps there are times when…when I won’t. Would that…displease you?” To his confusion, you add quickly, “It’s displeased you, in the past, when I’ve…gone against your orders.”

You suddenly can’t meet his eye. It wasn’t something you planned to say. But it had crossed your mind – the very back of your mind – that perhaps Fae did not have a concept of refusing intimacy without causing offense.

To your surprise, you hear a soft laugh. “Such as when you dumped a pitcher of wine in my lap? Beloved, I hardly think we will have that problem again.” Kieran tilts up your chin, his face crinkled with concern. “Have there been such times…? Where you have feared to refuse my advances?”

“No!" You exclaim. Then, shyly and nervously, continue. "I have...wanted it, every time. I suppose I just…it crossed my mind, that maybe…one day…I might. That I do not know what is required of me, as a...a royal consort. I realize I do not know how Fae feel about such things…how you feel about such things.”

His grip tightens on your jaw, firm but not to the point of pain. His voice is fervent and quiet, pressing each word upon you as if he could mark it on your heart. “My love...I will never take your free will from you. Never again shall I order you to do anything against your will. I know I can be fierce. Beastly...overwhelming to you. But I must know that you will be honest with me about your own desires. I am happy to share my body with you freely; I do not require you to do the same. It is against the laws and my very nature to take that which is not offered.” He smooths your hair back from your face, tender. “Have I given you cause to think otherwise?”

You shrug, abashed. “After all that’s happened…I needed to be sure."

You don’t have to say more. Kieran pulls you to him, tucking your head against his chest and holding you securely, hands stroking over your hair. You feel the steadiness of his heartbeat against your skin.

“My beloved,” Kieran sighs, his face sympathetic. “Of course, you have cause to fear Fae. To fear me. Certainly I must have frightened you already. Perhaps more than once."

“Sometimes…” You swallow. “Sometimes I enjoy that, though. I can’t explain why.”

Kieran makes a small huff. “I have noticed, my love.”

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