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Stream - Finan x Reader x Sihtric (smut)
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Summary: pwp, the three of them fuck in a stream close to Winchester, set in S2E6
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected vip, handjob, sex in the stream so somewhat public
Pairing: Finan x fem!reader x Sithtric (1.2k words)
Winchester was busy, people kept running around, chatting about the upcoming wedding of Æthelred and Æthelflæd, excited about the following celebrations, all too oblivious to the danger waiting ahead. (Y/n) was sitting on the stairs in front of Finan and Sihtric, not sparing much attention to the words Æthelwold tried to share with Uhtred. She had her shoulders pressed against Finan’s knees, eyes closed to enjoy the way her lover kneaded her aching shoulders, trying to work on the pain lingering inside her body.
“Come, the king’s waiting.” (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered open to follow Uhtred’s frame disappearing, giving the others a few moments of silence. While the monk that had found its way to them moments ago now disappeared within the crowd, Æthelwold also left the others behind, probably finding comfort in the nearest alehouse.
“So, what shall we do?” Finan’s voice echoed through the air, eyes flickering between (y/n) and Sihtric. A smile tugged on the woman’s lips, rising to her feet with a small groan rumbling through her.
“How about a bath? We should make use of the calmness before it escalates, and I think we all know it won’t take long for something to happen.” With both her hands reached out for her two lovers to take, (y/n) dragged them through the city, mind set on a nearby stream she had found the last time they'd been here.
“I think our lady here is just trying to get us out of our leather.” Sihtric’s laugh overpowered the clicking of (y/n)’s tongue, slightly shaking her head as she let go of their hands, coming to halt in front of the stream. The water looked all too clear in the sun, shielded from any curious eyes, giving them the calmness their minds had been aching for.
The three of them started undressing, eyes shut to enjoy the cold water clinging to their bodies, washing away the dirt and sweat of the past days. For a few moments none of them dared to speak up, basking in one another’s company, in the sweet sounds of nature, and the quiet stories the rushing by water told.
Finan’s wandering hands started to break the peace, pulling (y/n) against his chest to press a few kisses against her now cool skin. A soft moan broke through the female warrior, eyes still closed to focus on her lover’s touch, not noticing the look of mischief Finan shot Sihtric, watching him move closer. Sihtrics hands moved up her sides, cupping her breasts to leave a few kisses along them, softly sucking on her hardening nubs.
Her eyes fell open, eyes catching Sihtric’s glistening ones, not breaking eye contact once, not even as Finan’s hand found its way between their bodies, cupping her heat. She was dripping for her lovers, desperate to be filled by them, to pleasure one of them with her hand, while the other would take her like they’d done hours ago, in the quiet hours of the night.
“Your body’s aching for us, eh?” She could only moan to reply to the words Finan murmured into her ear, skilled fingers brushing through her folds. With trembling fingers (y/n) found Sihtric’s chin, pulling him up to meet her lips in a teeth-clashing kiss, tongues battling for victory. (Y/n)’s moans and the satisfied groans of her lovers broke the calmness of the afternoon, echoing through the air as if they were holding their own celebration, clinging to one another in hopes of being able to stay like this forever.
“Need you, please, I need more.” Her words were murmured against Sihtric’s lips, making a smirk widen on them.
“You hear that, Finan? So desperate for us.” Sihtric pressed one last kiss against her lips before his eyes met Finan’s, wordlessly communicating their next movements. Her hand was brought to Sihtric’s twitching cock, while Finan brushed his through her folds from behind, coating himself in her arousal. She was pulled in for another bruising kiss as Finan pushed into her from behind, forcing her walls to spread.
Trembling hands struggled to pump Sihtric’s cock, mind and body distracted by the feeling of Finan taking her from behind. Sihtric’s hand helped her move, unable to bite down his smirk as he watched her tremble between them, still not used to being touched like that, even after months of sharing her body and soul with the two men.
“I bet the gods are jealous of me right now, what a sight.” Heat flushed through her at Sihtric’s words, unable to pick up on the words Finan murmured, swallowed by the moan breaking through the man. Her walls clenched around his cock, already close, not able to drag out the moment much longer.
Sihtric’s cock twitched in her grasp, head rolling back to expose his neck further to her wandering eyes, enjoying the way she tightened her grip on him. The three lovers were a tangled mess of moans and groans, unable to hold back as they pushed themselves further and further towards the edge, about to cum together.
(Y/n) was the first to let go, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm rocked through her, forcing her to struggle with the pumping motion of her hand, needing Sihtric’s help once again. The men followed her down the edge moments later, cum painting her walls and her stomach white, leaving their stain on her as if it was the first time they were claiming her. All three of them were heavily panting, clinging to one another for a few more moments before they parted, desperate for another dip.
“I love you.” Sihtric whispered the words as he pulled (y/n) in for a kiss, not letting her go yet, unable to trust her quivering limbs. She replied the loving three words with her hand cupping his cheek, laughing in surprise as Finan picked her up, pulling her away from Sihtric to squeeze her sides, forcing another love confession from her lips, desperate to word out the way he loved her.
And with the sun burning down on the three lovers, they found some peace in its warmth and company, momentarily able to forget about the struggles laying ahead.
#sihtric x reader x finan#sihtric smut#finan smut#the last kingdom imagine#the last kingdom#finan x reader#sihtric x reader
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NEW ROMANTICS | MBAPPÉ [12]
» summary: in which an arrogant and talented football player (the best of his time as some say) and a focused and harsh critic of a journalist are gonna have to find a way to co-exist.
» chapter 12: La Petit Mort
» Writer's note: i do hope y'all are not skipping to only the scenes that the main two are together 😭😭 also this chapter will be going back and forth so read carefully.
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Chaos. Voices. Flashlights. Cameras. An endless of maze of people she had to pass through, that seemed to get thinner with every step she’d take. Even when she was away from the journalists, the noise remained. Teammates following behind her, calling her name but she couldn’t stop for anyone. All she could hear clearly was the loud beating of her anxious heart that anytime now would probably fall of her chest. And then silence. A loud bang of the bathroom door closing and everything was shut out of the door. She cuddled herself on the floor, hugging her knees up to her chest and counting down the numbers she had learned from kindergarten.
MAGAZINE “MATCH” LONDON OFFICES – 1 MONTH LATER
Silence. Low sound of keyboards and chatter on the background. Taylor is sitting in one of the cubicle desks in main foyer. She has her head leaned on her hand, her face giving away her boredom as she read through one of the articles that were sent to her. She printed it and got up, she went to her Boss’s office, leaving the files on his desk.
“Already done?” he asked
“I’m a quick reader.”
“or a lazy one.”
“I don’t appreciate my work ethic being questioned like that.” She warned, cutting off his jokes before he could go any farther.
“right… thank you, you can go then.”
“Did you consider my request? About champions league?”
“I told you I have more experienced writer’s on that.”
“Did you even read my points?”
Her boss rolled his eyes “Ms. Wilock, why don’t you go back and finish your work instead of telling me how to do mine?”
She wanted to punch him. Knock his head on the desk and walk away with her head held high but instead she just left his office, cursing every curse word on the dictionary. As she sat back on her desk and opened her computer, she saw a post about the PSG game against Montpellier and Kylian’s injury that apparently was gonna keep him out of the game with Bayern. Her mind going back to the last time she saw all of them together.
1 MONTH EARLIER – PARC DE PRINCES
Kylian rushed to find her, he was stopped by Neymar before he could reach the bathroom door, pushed back by him. “Told you not to fuck with her!” he warned. Kylian slapped Neymar’s hand away and tried to move passed him. Ney stood in front of him, unbothered “Leave her alone!”
They’d continue fighting if it wasn’t for Taylor’s father walking by them to get to his daughter. Kylian slipped away from Neymar and followed Charlie. Marquinhos joining them shortly after.
“Taylor, it’s me! Open the door!” Said her dad knocking for her. There was no response.
“What the ‘ell happened?” Verratti came in, raising his hands. The second Kylian saw him, he felt like he lost any patience he was left with. He tried to attack him, jumping forward.
“Toi et ta ami!” he shouted, Marquinhos held him back. Standing between Verratti and Mbappe. The team was falling apart and all because of a vicious woman that wanted to make a name for herself in the cost of others.
“You’re blaming this on Verratti?” yelled Neymar, ready to grab Kylian by the arm but getting dragged away last minute by Messi. “He’s not the one that said those things about her on a microphone!”
“I didn’t know I was being recorded!” he defended himself.
Taylor’s father kept knocking, still no response, while the boys behind him were fighting like animals but he didn’t care about them, he didn’t care about whose fault it was, he just wanted to make sure that his daughter would be ok. The door opened just a tiny bit and he got inside, shutting it again. Kylian was gonna walk in as well if it wasn’t for Neymar standing in front of it. “Don’t you fucking dare!” The door flew open again, her father coming out worried.
“Get one of the medics here, Now!” he shouted and Leo with Marquinhos were the first to ran down the hallway and search for help. Mbappe snuck in the bathroom and saw her on the floor, her back on the wall, half conscious, rapid breathing, her hand on her chest. She had been showing signs of getting worse for a while now, he never thought it’d be this bad. Neymar held her up with the help of her father and Kylian felt so helpless, so useless in that moment. He was pushed by the medics who came in and took control with moving her while they gave her an oxygen mask to help her breathing. That gave her some sort of peace. He trailed behind the medics while they moved her to calmer room, to let her lay in there. He watched them moving calmly around her, one of them injecting her with something while her dad gave them her full medical history from the back of his head. He made a few steps, he wanted to find the one that caused this. He went to exit the room and Messi blocked him.
“I know what you are thinking and it’s not happening.”
“I just wanna talk to her.”
“She’s with Galtier. He’s handling it.”
“He doesn’t care about taylor.” Said Kylian, waving his head “He’ll just fire her when Ann tells him everything.”
“What’s everything?”
Kylian didn’t answer but his eyes betrayed him. Everything about his posture was betraying him. Messi held back any judgement, there was just pity in his eyes while he looked at Kylian with his hands on his hips. “go home.” He told him. “She’ll be ok and the journalist will be handled— Kylian! You do anything else and this will only get worse for her. Go home.”
“I’ll take him.” Said Neymar. The two other men looked at him kinda worried “I’m not gonna drive the car on a wall, don’t worry.”
Kylian looked behind Neymar, Charlie was coming out of the small room with one of the medics, looking calm. Neymar turned around and walked over to Charlie “Is she good?”
“Yes. She’s fine, it was just an episode.” Charlie met Kylian’s eyes, it was easy for him to point out the guilt in them. Kylian gathered up his courage and walked up to him.
“I’m sorry for the part I might have had in this—”
Charlie raised his hand “Don’t, son. This wasn’t you. Her disease is something we both had to live with, like you, I blamed myself a lot. But it’s no ones fault.” He paused “Walk with me.” He motioned his head and Kylian followed. For the first few steps they said nothing, then— “It’s a tricky thing, our condition. It makes everything a little harder. Things that come easy to most of the people, like breathing, it’s something we struggle with most times.” They stopped in front of a window, the moon watching over them. “She had to sacrifice way more than I did, I think sacrificing became a way of living for her.” He looked up and down at Kylian “I’m not dumb. I know more than she thinks about you two.” Kylian looked down. “I can also see in your eyes that you didn’t mean to hurt her today.” Kylian rubbed his face.
“I don’t even remember talking to that woman.”
“My worst fear is that when I am gone, Taylor will sacrifice everything again. Cause sacrificing it’s all she’s ever known. And I need to be sure before I do, that she’ll have something that will stop her from doing so. Anything that she can count on, the same way she is counting on me.” Kylian could already feel the weight of what her father was asking him “if you wanna make it better, make sure that doesn’t happen.”
Kylian let his words linger in his head. He thought about it while Neymar was driving him home. The silence was loud between the two.
“I should have spoken to Galtier.” He suddenly said “see what he knows. Prevent him from making any rush decisions.” Neymar gripped on the steering wheel. “What happened is on me. If he doesn’t know about me and her there’s no reason to fire her—”
“He knows Kylian!” Kylian looked up at Neymar. Neymar puffed his cheekbones “I spoke with Marquinhos. Ann told him everything. All her theories at least. She’s running with it…” he shook his head “Taylor shouldn’t have to go through this. They’ll eat her alive.”
Kylian wanted to knock his head in the window, instead he settled for hitting his knee repeatedly. While he was trying to recall anytime that they might have been seen together, anytime they held on each other for too long when they were cameras around, every time he teased her, brought her to her limit.
“HEY!KY! STOP!”
“MERDE!” He yelled and punched the door with his fist.
“Galtier is trying to control it”
“he’s going to control it by firing her—I promised her this wouldn’t happen!”
Neymar stopped the car outside of Kylian’s garage. A moment ago he would be yelling at him but he could see how much he was regretting his actions and how guilty he felt for Taylor. Perhaps, he thought, he really cared about his friend. “Go to sleep. We can fix this in the morning.”
Kylian nodded and left his car. He went up to his house, sitting on his bed, the bed she used to spent her nights in for a week before he blew everything up. He closed his eyes, covering them with his hands and let his mind wonder to the few memories he had with her. During half time, just a few hours ago the team was in the locker rooms, messed up because of how the game was going. She walked to the middle. Her eyes meeting his, because they had this secret understanding with each other.
“we’re a team” she said, her voice low but confident “from the ball boys, to you, to all the assistants, me, Galtier, we are a team. We lose and mourn together, win and celebrate together and defeats are softened and victories sweetened because we did them together.” She was looking at him when she said the last few words, he smiled. “so go out there and be a team and whatever happens we will deal with it together.”
Together. He wanted to hug her when she said that, it’s like his body and soul needed the contact and it killed him that he couldn’t do it. He settled for a short squeeze of hands and went back out there to play, clueless of the chaos that would follow just a while after. She doesn’t deserve it, he thought.
He got up quickly and went at his desk on the living room, throwing his documents left and right searching for something. He looked under the desk too but couldn’t find it. One thing was for sure, he wouldn’t stop until he did.
TAYLOR’S HOUSE – NIGHT
“come on, lay down.” Charlie helped her sit on the bed and ran on the kitchen to get an extra glass of water for her. She drank it all, mostly because she knew her father wouldn’t really give her a choice about it. Then she laid down, closing her eyes. “you need rest.”
“I need to know what the public knowns.”
“Nothing about you and Kylian yet, other than that you hate each other. What are you doing—put the phone down.” He took the phone from her and left it back on the nightstand.
“I want to talk to Galtier!”
“Tomorrow! You need to sleep!
“Did Marquinhos call?”
“Taylor!”
She kept her mouth shut, biting her lip, her eyes reflecting all of the sorrow she was feeling “did he call?”
Her father took the glass from her hand and laid her on the bed, dragging the blankets from under her and covering with them so she would warm. He tucked her in, lifting the blanket up to her chin so no part of her would be exposed. Taylor kept looking at him, waiting for him to give answer. “sleep, you’ll talk to everyone in the morning.”
But the night would only grow longer and the morning didn’t seem to be coming any time soon for either of the two and the grew more impatient, waiting for the sun to come up. Kylian was the first to leave his apartment. It was barely morning, the sky was still purple, the Paris streets were empty and as he drove, he kept thinking if he was doing the right thing. Then all of a sudden he was outside of Galtier’s mansion. He knocked on the door, a repeated loud knock until one of the maids opened up and he rushed inside, searching for his coach. Galtier came out of his kitchen confused.
“What are you doing here?”
“You shouldn’t fire her!”
Galtier sighed, his face proving just how tired he was already from this situation.
“Listen to me! I didn’t mean what I said—I was angry!” he searched in his pocket.
“Kylian! It’s not about what you said—” Galtier stopped talking when Kylian slapped a napkin on his hand. He looked at it, examined it, trying to understand what it was. He could make up some of the names on it, a shape that looked like a football pitch. The handwriting was Taylor’s.
“She did an entire game strategy on napkin. Just two days after she got here. A freaking napkin. And we won! You really going to waste this talent because I was an asshole?” Galtier looked up at him. Pity in his eyes. He motioned for Kylian to come inside the kitchen, he told him to seat while he poured a cup of coffee for each of them. He left the napkin on the table, along with the cup and sat down next to him. Kylian’s confidence was gone, he was back to being a guilty boy, his eyes turned away from anyone that could read them to find out just how broken he was.
“How much of it is true?” asked Galtier. Kylian focused on the smoke from the warm coffee in front of him. He didn’t want to admit to anything that might have been too much, what if it was a trick question. That was a good enough answer for Galtier. “She doesn’t have any pictures. If she did the story would be out already. You’re lucky. But you’re not safe. She’s not safe from the press or the internet.” All Kylian wanted to do was drop his face on the burning coffee. “Ann has in her hands what could be a career changing story, you think she’s going to let it go out of the good of her heart?” Galtier drank a little from his coffee, left the cup back down.
“So what’s the plan?”
“The plan is to let me handle it, so both the team and Taylor come out of it unharmed.”
“What about her job?”
Galtier paused, looked in Kylian’s eyes “that’s not my decision. And before you go rushing to the president’s house… it’s not his decision either. If you know what I mean…”
KYLIAN’S HOUSE – 1 MONTH LATER
“Fuck!” he groaned as he sat up from his couch. It had been a while since the injury but it still hurt when he moved abruptly. He walked over to his door and opened it, to find Neymar and Messi on the other side. Neymar was holding a bag with food and Messi had a box with beers. They walked in before Kylian invited them too, they were already in some deep conversation, speaking in Spanish. Kylian watched them walking to the couch, a bit confused as to why they were here in the first place. The two of them sat on the couch, making themselves comfortable. Neymar even took of his shoes so he could lay his legs on the table and Leo sat cross-legged on the pillows. Kylian approached them slowly, narrowing his eyes, he crossed his arms, standing over them, waiting for them to notice him and pause their conversation. Suddenly Neymar turned to him, looking a little annoyed to Kylian’s surprise.
“You can stand there the whole night? Sit down man, eat!” Neymar opened the bag and took out a couple of wrapped tacos. He placed them on Kylian’s table, who, again, watched while his two teammates started eating over his couch.
“Gosh, these are good! Kylian you should try them—”
“What are you doing here?” he snapped, waving his hands in the air.
Neymar looked at him with a full bite in his mouth, his expression resembling one of a kid’s that was being reprehended by his mum while eating. Leo stuffed his mouth with the rest of the taco and wiped the sausage from his lips. Then he opened one of the beers “Beer?” he asked and held it for him. Kylian was still confused by accepted the beer anyway. He sat on one of the chairs and Leo gave a beer to Neymar as well.
“How’s your leg?” asked Leo.
Kylian was still drinking so he shrugged his shoulders as a response.
“What did the doctor say about Bayern?” questioned Neymar.
“They don’t know yet!” he admitted and stared at the floor.
“Are you flying to the Event tomorrow?”
“Yes, why?”
Leo and Neymar gave each other a knowing look, Ney leaned forward and took a paper magazine out of the bag, throwing it on the table. The sound made Kylian look up, his eyes falling on the magazine and reading the headline. Something about Champions League. He gazed at Neymar “what’s that?”
“Read it!” prompted Leo. Kylian stretched out his body to get the magazine and opened it to start reading, multiple columns about multiple teams.
“What am I supposed to be reading?”
“Page 12.”
Kylian flipped the pages, stopping on page 12 and started reading. It was an interview of a footballer’s wife that he had never even heard of.” He was wondering why he was wasting his time reading it until he reached the end and saw her name on the bottom. He raised his head at his teammates, half confused and half angry.
“There is no way she wrote this.”
“Bet she’s not proud of it, but she did.” Answered Leo.
“She hated these stuff!”
“She still does, she just doesn’t have a choice.”
Neymar cleared his throat as if he was making a shot at Kylian, but the latter ignored it “They have someone like her, writing this shit?”
“We had someone like her and didn’t use her pretty well either so I’m not sure we should be judging.” Mumbled Neymar. Kylian threw the magazine at him.
“Still don’t understand why you are here. I tried to convince her to stay. She’s barely answering my texts now. What am I supposed to do?”
“Tell us the whole truth finally! Why did she leave if the story about you two never broke out?”
Kylian thought about it, his mind going back to the last time he saw her. The shot that he lost.
PSG CAMPUS – GALTIER’S OFFICE – 1 MONTH EARLIER
Taylor felt weird walking down these hallways. She felt like she was going to be ambushed by journalist or worst Kylian before she had the chance to reach Galtier’s office but thankfully she made it there without a scar. Knocking on the door and entering slowly. Sitting in her spot, looking as awkward as she had on the first day she got here.
Galtier examined her like he was expecting her to go first but she didn’t even know where to start.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Good.”
“What did the doctor’s say?”
“To take it more easy.”
“doesn’t sound like you.”
She snorted “yeah, it’s not.”
He smiled, leaned forward on his desk “I don’t know if you’ve spoken with Kylian—” she shook her head negatively immediately, Galtier nodded “in any case, there are rumors and please don’t try to refuse them, that’s not why you are here.” She lowered her head. She was a grown up, an adult, pretending this wasn’t her fault would be childish. “As you understand, stay or leave, there need to be some differences around here. And you need to prepare yourself for the worst”
“I already have.” She whispered, her eyes finally meeting Galtier’s, then in one breath she said the brutal truth before he could “I can’t stay.” Galtier was taken aback by her decision, he was scared by how easily and quickly she made it. She must have noticed the terror in his eyes because she was quick to continue “it’s a conscious decision. I pride myself for being fair, I have to be fair with myself as much as I am with the others. What happened…” her voice trailed off, breaking because she could see him in her mind, smiling, holding her, caring for her “it was wrong.” But why did it feel so right? Why did apologizing for it felt like lying? She cleared her throat and continued “I’d love to say that I can pretend it never happened, but I won’t be able to…”
“Ms. Wilock—”
“I don’t think I belong in this world anymore. I don’t think I can keep my mouth shut when I see the things that are happening and writing…” she smiled “I miss it.”
“Looks to me like you are running away.”
“maybe.” She mumbled, staring at her fingers, scratching her nails. “But we both know the backlash, if Ann runs with the story, is going to be insufferable. I’m never going to be respected, always under the shadow of a man, Kylian and…” she paused “you. All me success will go to you, meanwhile I’ll have to deal with every sexist comment on the dictionary. And normally I wouldn’t mind, I’m tough but… half of it will be true and it’s killing me. It’s killing me that I gave them exactly what they wanted.”
Galtier listened to everything she was saying, carefully, he almost understood her. It’s only that if he had an opportunity like hers, to make the amount of money that she was making here but perhaps that was the difference between the two. So he let her go as quickly as she came. She exited his office, head held high but eyes burning with the need to cry and her body asking to fall apart. There was something about making rush decisions like that, like pulling off a band aid to open wound, doctors always said that was the right way, right? In any case she was used to do doing it like that, losing a career from one day to another, losing people she loved because she was unable to love them, because she was scared.
“I wouldn’t know…I don’t think I’ve ever been in love. Don’t think I’d even recognize the feeling if I did.” Her fingers slipped into his, he held them, stroking them gently and looking down at her as they sat cross-legged on his floor, then he smiled.
“Not even Mason?”
She snorted, slapping his hand “even that was a teenage crush. Nothing more. I’m telling you, it has never happened to me, I’m not built that way.” She shrugged her shoulders “maybe it’s because I know first hand everything has an expiration date. It’s hard to be as romantic when you’ve felt that.”
He interlocked his fingers with her as they sat cross-legged on his floor, candles keeping the atmosphere calm for both of them “it’s a messy feeling” he said in a low tone “one day it drives you mad. The other it’s peace.” He smiled, gazing over her hands, so tiny and yet able to keep him still for as long as they wanted “It gets you angry, impatient, miserable and at the same time calm, proud, loved.” He brought her fingers up to his lips, leaving light kisses on them “La petite mort” he whispered in her hands. She enjoyed the feeling of his warm breath washing over her skin. It’s the first time she didn’t mind him speaking French, like language barrier between the two was broken.
“What does that mean?” she asked, waiting for him to look her in the eyes.
He continued massaging her hands, a smile coming up to his lips, a teasing smile. “Small death. Its an expression. The French use it to describe the brief loss or weakening of consciousness” he looked in her eyes, with that dirty look combined with care “otherwise known as the feeling of post orgasm as likened to death, for us French people.” Even his words had an affect on her, the way that he said them, how easily he spoke about it. She slid closer to him, blushing and smiling.
“Is that what love is to you?”
“I think it’s fair to say it weakens your consciousness. Has you dying and awakening repeatedly.”
“How did you say it?” she bit on her bottom lip.
He pushed her hair behind her ear, his finger enjoying the contact with her skin, the energy that vibrated between them and he leaned in, his lips barely touching hers “la petite mort” he said, his bottom lip hooking on her upper and dragging her closer to him until all her strengths crumbled and she dropped herself in him to chase her small death for the night.
And she wished she could chase it again but all she was chasing now was the exit, leaving the campus before he could see her, before she could lay her eyes on him because she worried that if she did all she’d chase would be him and a life made of sugar.
Kylian was training when Neymar ran to tell him that Taylor was upstairs, meeting with Galtier. Considering that all his texts went answered from the night before he ran upstairs. There was feeling of Déjà vu. Just one month ago he was running up to her and Galtier to yell, to tell her how much he hated her boss and now he was running to stop her because he couldn’t stand to the thought that he’d be the reason of her losing something she loved so much for the second time. When he got to Galtier’s office it was empty. His assistant was the bearer of bad news, Taylor had already left and she wouldn’t be coming back.
“Where are you going? We have three hours left!” Yelled Neymar but Kylian didn’t respond. Suddenly he heard a tougher voice, cold and brutal.
“Seven!” He stopped on his tracks, Galtier was standing in front of him. “I don’t suppose you are going anywhere else but training” he said, but it was more of an order “this fiasco ends here. If you wanna be anywhere else, you get there when you are done with your schedule. This is not high school football.”
Kylian gulped but he knew if she was here, she’d tell him the same thing. So, he obeyed and he continued with his training until the sun was down. While on the locker room, Verratti approached him hesitantly, sitting next to him while he was tying his shoes. He gave him a card, he took it, examining it. The name of Annette Monet, along with her details.
“You can give it to taylor if she wants to talk to her. Tell her I’m sorry if you see her.”
Kylian threw the card on his bag. “Why would I see her?”
“You were much closer than I was with her.”
“What did Annette tell you?”
“She hasn’t told me anything. It was me that did most of the talking but I didn’t think…”
“I told you not to get a journalist involved Marco!”
“She was a friend.”
“Obviously not.” He tied the knot on his shoe tighter and got up.
How did he find himself in her apartment? Knocking on her door to be let in? He’s been asking himself the same question ever since that night. One minute he was driving and the other he was standing in front of Charlie, same look in his eyes as the day before. Charlie was smoking a cigarette, he made note of it because he thought it was weird for him to be smoking in his condition. Then he heard Taylor walking closer to the door “I told you to lit that thing off! For crying out loud dad—” she stopped in her steps when she saw Kylian. She was holding cash in her hand, probably expecting the delivery man instead. They looked at each other, silent, until her father took the initiative to invite Kylian in and excused himself seconds later, leaving them alone.
Kylian looked around the room, her suitcases on the floor, a pile of clothes on the desk. Her room looked as messy as ever but it was a different kind of messy, it didn’t feel as warm as he remembered it to.
“What are you doing?” he asked almost disappointed.
She didn’t reply, instead she gazed away from him. Looking at some sort of comfort in her walls, considering digging a hole so she could sneak out of this situation quicker. He made a step forward, confident. “Why?” he asked and it made have been one word but it mirrored a thousand questions that she didn’t have a clear answer to.
“There’s no use talking about it Kylian, what’s done is done.”
“We can stop her from putting out the article—”
”no we can’t and what’s worse is that we can’t stop ourselves! We can delay her, we can put a pause to this, we can pretend we are not driving towards a cliff but eventually we’ll pay the price.”
“Even if it breaks, I can protect you. I’ll take the heat--”
“no you won’t!” she mumbled, closing her eyes and rubbing her forehead.
“Merde—you think I’d let you alone in this--?”
“I have no doubt that you’ll do your best not to Kylian but you’re a man. No one’s gonna care about you fucking the new assistant. If anything, you’ll be praised for it! Me? I’ll always be the slut, my abilities will always be compared to this, poisoned by this. They don’t even know about this so far and your interview already has them hating on me—”
“That interview was illegal!”
“Does it really matter what it was?” She topped his voice. Kylian held back from answering. Maybe because he knew it didn’t make any difference. He really had said those things about her, what’s worse is that he really believed them when he said them. “Honestly between you and me, I don’t know if you ever trusted me as a coach at all! Don’t—” she raised her hand to stop him “you don’t have to say anything. It doesn’t matter, just please understand, that this is for the best.”
“You’re letting go of your dream for a stupid rumor—”
“where’s the fucking dream Kylian? Because this shit feels like a nightmare since day one. Me, trying to be someone I’m not. Chasing a vision, I had when I was a kid and realizing it comes with things I could never stand behind. I value respecting myself and choices more than the zeros on the paycheck.”
“What about me, then?” he asked, his voice firmer. “What about Ney? The rest of them? Is that what all of this was to you? Zeros on a paycheck?”
“Obviously not—”
“Then why are you acting like you’re just leaving a job?”
“So, I won’t break apart!” she yelled, her voice breaking, trembling. She hid her face immediately after she said it. Covering her eyes. “You think this easy? Cause it’s not.” She whispered in her palms and waited to hear the door opening and closing but instead she felt him coming closer, she felt his hands on her shoulders. His head leaning closer.
“This is my fault—”
“Its not about that!” she said, looking up. Having him this close was making her stomach ache. “We are both adults. All of this has been a series of choices that I made for myself. My choice when I gave in to you knowing there’d be consequences, my choice to keep it a secret, not putting an end to it and this… this is my choice too. I’m not letting anyone else make it for me, not Ann, not Galtier, not the world and not you. It’s just me facing the music--” she held his face in her hands, her thumb stroking his eyebrow “and I don’t blame you for it either. I knew what I was doing.” She leaned closer, her eyes began to stink “I wanted it. In a way, this is me protecting it.”
“It’s the wrong choice.”
“Maybe.” It came out so soft “But at least it’s mine.” She smiled and a second later she dived in his hold while he held her against his chest, his face hidden in her hair. Her face was molded on his shoulders, sinking in his perfume, his skin, his everything. He squeezed her in his arms, making a memory of what it felt like to have her there. “Do me a favor.” Her voice came out muffled from his shoulders.
“What?”
“Take a look at your leg before it’s too late.”
He laughed, his body vibrating. She tilted her head and kissed his cheek, her lips lingering on his cheekbone, he moved slowly, his head turning so he’d be kissing her lips instead. A slow kiss, their lips hooking on each other’s and dragging each other out until he molded his completely in hers.
“I’ll stop the article.” He whispered
“How?”
“I’ll find a way.” He said and he was confident. She kissed his cheek again and pulled away because any longer and they wouldn’t be able to control themselves.
TAYLORS’S HOUSE / LONDON – 1 MONTH LATER
Taylor threw her bags on the couch and walked over to the kitchen, getting a beer from the fridge. She started drinking when she heard tiny steps coming down the stairway, she walked back in the living room to meet her sister, who rushed to her arms.
“Hey little one!” she laughed, accepting the hug. “Ready for bed?”
“Can you convince mama to watch a little TV?” she pouted
“Hmm, I don’t think so. I think it’s time to sleep.”
“That’s right, thank you Taylor!” said Beth as she came down the stairs. Taylor smiled when she saw her and knelt down in front of Lily, stroking her long black curls.
“How about you run upstairs and I read you a bedtime story?”
“Will it be about football?”
She laughed “I was thinking the little mermaid.”
Lily nodded with a smile and ran up the stairs. Taylor turned to Beth, the smile fading from her face. “How’s dad?”
“Same as yesterday but he still got that fucking cigarette in his hand.”
Taylor went to find her father. He was in his office, a cigarette in one hand and a pen in the other, he was writing, always writing she thought as she approached him. He lit it off when he saw her by pressing it on the ashtray and he smiled at her, opening his mouth to speak but it was interrupted by coughing.
“She’s right for being mad at you, you know?”
“I know.” He sighed “but it’s only the second one, I promise.”
She noticed he had his inhaler laid on the table, next to the papers. He got up “Is lily in bed?”
“Yes.” She said but she was still looking at the inhaler. Terrifying how much a person could be depended on material things after all. “Did you speak with the doctor?” she crossed her arms to her chest, biting her cheek.
“Same old. Same old.” He stroked his daughter’s face. “Let’s not talk about it.” He kissed her temple and walked away. That’s when her phone began to buzz in her pocket, she took it out, looking at the caller id, comfort washing over her as she the name and picked it up.
“How’s my terrifyingly tall best friend doing?”
His laugh echoed on her ear. “I’m good. Missed ya. Are you coming tomorrow?” She puffed her cheeks, having completely forgotten about the invitation. “I’ll take that as a yes because you don’t really have a choice.”
“Jude, it’s not the best of time and I’m exhausted.”
“Oh, come on. Don’t make me call Trish and have her dragging you at the party—”
“You wouldn’t, you’re terrified of her.”
“That’s not true.” He said but his tone was betraying him. Taylor laughed. “Doesn’t matter, as long as you come. Maze will be here, Saka, Rashford—I heard beckham might make an appearance!”
“Now you’re just straight up lying!”
“Maybe but it’s what I’ll tell Trish and you know she’ll do anything in her power for you to come if she hears Beckham will be there.”
“You play dirty!”
“I play smart, love.”
She snorted. Looking behind her at Beth and her father leading Lily to her bedroom. “Will any other teams be there?” she heard him chuckling from the other side of the phone “Don’t be a smug!”
“it’s a party TJ! I don’t have the full list. Just come, have a drink. I wanna introduce you to a few people. Please for me. Do it for breaking my heart as a kid. It’s your last chance to see me before I head back to Germany”
“Fine. Ok. But I’m leaving early.”
“Sounds good to me darling.”
Some days he’d catch himself thinking about her, he’d hear a whistle and turn around expecting her to be there, moving her finger at him. He’d have a bad game and expect her to turn up in the locker room, yelling and making her sarcastic comments. Her exit was noticed by everyone, for most on the field but for Kylian, he’d feel it at home too. His lonely, big and cold home with the million-dollar view and the lifeless interior. He tried to replace her by flirting, going out, focusing on getting better and for a short time he thought he made it. During games he wouldn’t think about her so much, he’d play like he used to, her perfume fading from her memory until he felt the pain in his thigh midgame. It was brutal. He had to sit down, cursing himself while the medics gathered around him. He could hear her so clearly on his mind, the “I told you so” slipping from her lips.
And now while he was laying on his bed, reading her name on a magazine, thinking about the talent that was being wasted, he wished she was there, so he could tell her to run. Instead, she was stuck back in her own life, in her family home, tucking in her sister, working in an office in the morning and seeing her dad slowly fading. Different hallways, different lives. She laid on her couch, tv on, lights dim and she was writing on her computer, an article about Champions League and the teams that would be playing against each other next week. One of them of course was PSG and then she had to write his name and suddenly her fingers froze on the keyboard and she looked at it. Names, she thought, they have so much power over people.
NATIONAL EURO TEAMS EVENT – NIGHT
“This dress is too fucking tight” said taylor, dragging it so it wouldn’t lift too high.
“No…” mumbled Trish “that’s just you.”
Taylor smacked her as the two of them walked in the after party and Trish would have reacted if she wasn’t scanning the place for all the hot footballers she could get laid with. So many familiar faces and yet there was one missing “do you see beckham anywhere?”
“Jesus Trish, he is not coming. Bellingham lied to you—”
“No, he didn’t. I know when he lies, he knows I know, I can smell it on him and he’s too intimidated to lie.”
Taylor looked at her friend with worry, wondered how she always got her way with men so easily. Suddenly she felt someone coming and throwing his arm around her, and she would have jump if she didn’t recognize the cologne. She turned her head up, a smile Jude Bellingham pulling her closer to him.
“Jude, I can’t breathe—”
“Ah! I’m so happy you came!”
“Where is he Jude?” Asked Trish, interrupting their sweet moment. Jude looked up at her, smirking.
“Brought your bulldog with you, I see!” he smiled. “He’s not here yet.”
Trish walked closer to him, perhaps too close and Taylor watched them. She could feel the energy between the two, something between hate, fear and love, it was such a familiar sensation. “If he doesn’t show up, I’m gonna blame you and you are going to find that unpleasant.” She poked his chest and backed away, turning around--
“I’ve got to tell you something, you’re kinda hot when you’re like this.”
She flipped her hair, gave him a smirk “I’m always like this.”
Taylor couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw Jude checking Trish out as she walked away, specifically focused on her curves, biting his tongue. “EW!” She exclaimed before she could stop herself. Jude returned his attention to her smiling and interlocked his arms with hers, “Come on, I need you to meet people.”
“What people?”
She wished she hadn’t asked because she heard so many names that night, her mind overloading with information. Until she reached the main target for the night. Sarina Wiegman, head coach of the national team of England. Jude took the initiative to introduce them while taylor was struggling to keep her cool. It was midway that she realized Jude was basically promoting her like she was a multitasking phone. She barely got the chance to speak while Jude was making a list of her entire career, sometimes exaggerating. Sarina seemed to be enjoying it, eager to know about her time in France, working with Coach Galtier.
“We are recruiting new people to follow us in Australia for the world cup. I’ll certainly keep you in mind young lady.” She said with a smile, before excusing herself. Taylor looked at Bellingham, with her mouth wide open. Jude was laughing at her reaction, feeling proud of his childhood friend.
“Did she really just say that?”
“Yeah, I think she did—”
Taylor had thrown herself on him before he could finish the sentence and he picked her up, spinning her around while they both laughed. When he let her down, she continued jumping out of excitement, only stopping when her eyes caught a sight of very familiar eyes, eyes that she hadn’t seen in years.
“Well, if it isn’t the first girl that left me on read!” He joked, a glass of champagne in one hand while the other was held out for her to shake.
“Mace…” she said in a sweet whisper, full of adoration and as soon as she gave him her hand, he pulled her in a hug. It was like she was on a time machine, surrounded by her childhood friends, before it all went to shit, a future full of possibilities. She pulled back to look at his face, smiling.
“Thank god you got rid of the bangs.”
He let out a belly laugh while Jude came round him and settled his arm around his neck “that’s what I keep telling him.”
“God this is so weird.” She mumbled “watching you two together when you both belong in different parts of my life.”
“Judy has told me all about you breaking his heart for Carbonara.”
“Carbonara is always worth it—wait a minute, did you just say Judy?”
Bellingham rolled his eyes “swear to god man—” Mason winked and squeezed Jude’s side as a joke. Jude jumped, stepping away from him immediately. “Stop doing that.” He whined. Taylor laughed at his reaction.
“You two fighting again?” Rushford stood behind Taylor, giving her a quick look before smiling “And in front of the lady?”
Taylor smiled when she saw him, putting her hand out immediately “I’m Taylor. It’s very nice to meet you, Marcus.”
“Oh? I think I just met your friend.” He shook her hand.
“Oh gosh is she drunk already?”
“I think she was looking for David beckham so possibly yes.” Taylor hid her face in her hands, groaning. “She’s with Saka now, though.”
“What’s she doing with him?” Jude asked, stepping forward and walking in between the crowd to get to Saka, Rushford followed behind them. Mason put his arm around Taylor and they started following behind the other two.
“So, is this like a European gathering for teams?”
“It’s supposed to be an unofficial celebration for the beginning of EURO 2024” He explained, talking in her ear so she’d hear better.
“Don’t tell me Ronaldo is coming.” She laughed
“Yeah, he’ll be here, right after Beckham.”
Taylor let out a loud laughter, elbowing her ex boyfriend. She looked forward, trying to find the rest of the group that had left them behind when she saw his silhouette in between all the others.
Expensive Dior suit. Golden watch on his wrist, same hand that he was holding his drink. She didn’t mean to but she held Mason’s hand, maybe because she needed to hold something in order not to run to him.
“Kylian.” She whispered and their eyes met in the darkness, the invisible string between the two, pulling them closer again.
Did he think about going to find her the minute he landed in London? Of course, he did and he probably would if it wasn’t for his management rushing him to get changed and got to event. He didn’t wanna be there, he wasn’t in the mood. His leg still hurt and most of these people, he didn’t even like but he had to pretend to be all happy and giggling. He tried to stay with his teammates from France for most of the night but people kept interrupting. He had his hand on his pocket for most of the night, ready to call her, see how she was doing. While he was in deep conversation with Giroud when he caught a glimpse of Mason Mount. He followed him with his eyes until he saw him stopping behind someone that looked like Bellingham. He tried seeing who was behind Jude but whoever it was, was short. Then his heart dropped, a woman’s figure that took him only 5 seconds to process was Taylor, being pulled into Mason’s arms. His froze right where he was, he watched, his eyes examining her every movement while she spoke with the two men she knew from childhood. Men that knew her better than he ever would probably.
“Kylian, are you ok?” Asked Giroud. Kylian looked at him quickly, nodding.
“Yes, I’ll be back right away.”
He excused himself, pushing the crowd so he’d get closer to her. Stopped when he was a few steps away from her and he saw her gripping on Mason’s arm, while her eyes locked with his.
Mason broke the ice by greeting Kylian like they were long lost friends, he even tried to make conversation with him but if you asked either Taylor or Kylian what he was saying, neither of them would be able to answer. They were to occupied listening to each other’s thoughts.
“Hey Mase. Why don’t you find Jude, I’ll come find you in five.”
Mason nodded and walked past Kylian, putting him in the shoulder as he left. Taylor then stepped closer to Kylian, motioned with her head and signaled him to follow her outside. He swallowed his entire drink in one ago and he followed.
Maybe if it wasn’t for Kylian she would have noticed her phone was out of battery again. Maybe if it wasn’t for Kylian she would have left earlier or Trish would find her quicker. Maybe she’d know that Beth was calling her repeatedly.
What do you mean in 3 chapters I'm gonna have to say goodbye to all of them????? What do you mean that this story is ending???? HOW THE FUCK DID A POSSIBLE ONE SHOT TURN TO 180 PAGES AND 90.000+ WORDS???? WHAT IN THE HELL???? WHY AM I CRYING??????? I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! Adore you to the moon and back and thank you for always commenting please please never stop interacting it's the only thing that keeps this story going and i do not take it for granted. I can see that the hype is over and most of the readers are gone but the few that are still here please as always leave a comment to keep the fire going. Feedback is the best gift in the world. Now.... What do you think beth needs Taylor for? How did Kylian stop Ann??? Is Taylor gonna find her place in the national team and move to Australia???? SO MANY QUESTIONS!!! LEAVE YOUR ANSWERS 👀👀👀
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pairing: sihtric x female! reader | genre: fluff | warnings: none that i know of | wc: i didn’t count |
synopsis: an attractive man, does attractive things
request: no
note: i literally had just answered a ask and said that i would be taking a small break from writing, but then i had this idea and yeah, here it is!
thank you @destinyisall-tlk for letting me use the lovely gif!
surprises you with cheek kisses. it’s always a surprise, you will be in the middle of something and then you just feel his lips against your cheek. he loves the way your eyes widen and you break out into a smile. he just loves kissing your cheeks. every night before bed he kisses both of your cheeks, your forehead and then your lips. it’s his ritual.
back hugs. like the surprise cheek kisses, he just loves your reaction when he does it. your cooking? he’ll hug you from behind. your standing there talking to someone? he’ll hug you from behind. he will hug you from behind, any chance he can get. he loves the feeling of you against his chest and his strong arms wrapping around your waist. and he won’t just let go, he’ll stay there for a while, resting his head on your shoulder or head and just having a conversation, or just holding you quietly.
being a big spoon. again he just likes the feeling of you against him. he likes knowing that he’s protecting you in some way, by holding you close. he also likes knowing that he’s keeping you warm in the cold nights. he likes kissing your shoulder, whispering huskily in your ear and rubbing your side.
holds eye contact. he always has his eyes on you when your around. when your in a group of people, he keeps his eyes on you until you look back at him. he likes the way you fidget under his stare, and get all flustered. he also likes leaning closer to you, and keeping eye contact, smirking when you start to stutter over your words. he thinks your adorable when your all flustered.
he’s obsessed with you. like he can’t do anything without seeing you first. everything you do he wants to know about it, and it’s not in some type of possessive way, he just loves you and wants to know everything. he loves the way you talk, the things you do. will pass up spending time with uhtred and the others so he can spend time with you. willing to do things that he usually wouldn’t do if it benefits you in some way. he listens to everything you say and remembers it all. he knows you so well that he knows the small things that you didn’t even realize he knew.
note: like i said in the first note, i did not intend to write this! i have been struggling to write lately, so i wrote this small thing, definitely not my best writing but oh well, i do hope you guys enjoy this!
i do not know when the next part of promised to another will be posted. tbh i haven’t even written more than 400 words 😭
Please comment and tell me what you think of it, I would love to hear your thoughts.
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Hi, what about yandere aemond with a commoner reader that he mets when aegon took him to the brothel, she helps him and he gets obsseded with her ever since then, and as long as he grows the obssesion gets worst.
See, I don't believe for a second that Aemond lost his dignity that night when Aegon took him out to a brothel. I imagine, in canon, that he probably panicked and fled, eventually being found by Ser Cole, and it's known as quite the night due to rage Alicent unleashed upon her eldest son.
However, lets imagine that he was found by someone else, someone kind and sweet, a little older than him for sure.
Aemond is scared, wandering the streets aimlessly as his eyes are all teary and wet. I imagine that his darling finds him right outside of their doorstep and takes care of him until Cole shows up eventually. They're older than him, probably around Aegon or Helaena's age.
And afterward, he just can't seem to stop thinking about that kind stranger that looked after him as though he was the most precious thing to them. Aemond was a child that was severely bullied by his older brother and his nephews, and the only people who showed him any kindness were his mother and sister, so needless to say, he's absolutely smitten.
Young Aemond's little crush turns into something much more once he grows and matures. He has a dragon, he's handsome, and worst of all he has confidence and an attitude now. I can definitely see him ordering that the kind commoner be brought to the Red Keep to be his personal servant. Obviously, this is easier said than done, but I HC that Alicent has a hard time saying no to him lol.
He just wants them to dote on him the same way they did all those years ago.
He doesn't think that's too much to ask for, either.
He deserves it after everything that he's been through.
i have an actual obsession with ewan mitchell, he was so good as osferth in tlk as well <3
lil aemond makes me emotional, he was a bby
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Why does the TLK fandom seem to think Korra and Bolin had any romantic involvement? I keep seeing people say they "dated." No, they didn't. He was into her, she wasn't into him, they went on one outing one night. That's not "dating."
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👋 the reason I'm so upset is that a mutual sent me a screenshot of @lya-dustin @valeskafics @ewanmitchellcrumbs and others including you dissing somebody that is an Uthred cosplayer and saying they're a creep for choosing that character. This reflects really badly on Alex as he gets a lot of flack already on RL from people who slag him off for having long hair and quoting 'destiny is all' at him every five minutes in a high pitched voice. Uthred is not Alex even as Alex is Uthred.
Ewan is a very private person OK - but his sexuality is obvious to see, he personally feels he owes it to nobody to discuss it or claim publicly when it's already out there. He feels it's best to let people draw their own conclusions. He doesn't like personal photographs being shared online like the rest of the cast do so this has to be respected. But when Alex was filming TLK, Ewan spent a lot of time with the cast and our family on occasion. He came to my wedding 😊 and he was on these hikes too! 🤭🤫 He's an awesome guy and we are all so proud of his work on HoTD
But y'all just seem to treat Alex and his colleagues as pieces of meat. I get this is a private online space but as I got a pedicure in Primrose I was browsing your blogs and seen that image disrespecting Arnas and his genitals. Like this is clearly photoshopped for sick kicks. I'm pretty sure if someone did this to Millie there would be a huge outcry but because it's Arnas our fave himbo then it's okay. Arnas is such a lovely man and hugely underrated so he doesn't deserve this molestation
I’m going to say this one last time, then we are putting this to rest.
1. I never dissed the cosplayer. I never dissed Alex. I gave my opinion on a FICTIONAL CHARACTER. If you have seen the screenshots, you would know I was talking about the CHARACTER and not the ACTOR. I think Alex is a great actor and he did his job well. He properly played a CHARACTER who was not likable 100% of the time, which is a testament to his skill as an ACTOR.
2. MY PAGE IS NOT THE PLACE TO DISCUSS THE PERSONAL LIVES OF THESE ACTORS! I don’t care that you think you’re Alex’s cousin and friends with Ewan, I will tolerate absolutely ZERO comment on any actors personal life. Full offense, if you were actually his friend, you’d know he values his privacy and you wouldn’t be making comments on it.
3. Yes, I make thirsty ass comments about pretty people. Scroll through my page, you’ll see me making a comment about how Gwendolyn Christie is a literal goddess and I want her to step on me. At no point did I disrespect any of them, I just made a thirsty ass comment and let it lie. I’ve personally never met Arnas, but those that have said he’s a lovely person and I believe it.
You coming out the side of your neck at me, telling me to eat shit over my opinion of a fictional character because YOU can’t separate the actor from the role is not my problem. This is a conversation that should’ve happened in private, but you chose to insult me and others instead.
Have the day you deserve, Anon.
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I kinda want to apologize for how dismissive i have been here
Just for you know, i joined a fandom of a show in my country. The bad thing is that it's only active on Twitter so i decided to be active there as well
Since then i have been into a spiral
I got obsessed, i went back into an unhealthy mechanism of checking actors socials and gossip, and i didnt notice how much i was hurting myself until today when the gossip got out of hand and i realized i was trying to get back into my 2009 self when i was a teen thinking i could integrate myself back into a group of people.
I wanted to belong so much i lost myself in the process. Because i missed fandom interactions and i was deprived of it (truth to be told, my own damn fault)
I....need to heal out of that. It's going to be hard leaving Twitter again, but i already began by erasing the actors socials i was checking on Instagram daily.
It was dumb of me and i accept it. I want to come back here and my find my peace. I has been an hour scrolling and i have been more alive in this time than i have been all week.
I miss you guys and im so sorry.
I want to start making content again for fandoms i can have fun with
So any suggestions?
Im thinking of starting with The Owl House maybe or FNAF.
TLK is still a thing btw, that im not leaving at all.
I also crave terror, i checked The Amazing Digital Circus as well and im waiting for Poppy Playtime Chapter 3.
But i want something i can watch that last longer than 2 seasons
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tbh when i saw the whole part about how ppl use realism as an excuse to get on your case "about certain aspects" on the updated FAQ, i actually made a performance of stopping and pretending to ponder what these "certain aspects" could be. It's a mystery :)
Honestly, you won't believe the amount of people who are so bent outta shape about the fact our lions talk, it's out of control. /sarcasm
But yeah, anon, you'll most certainly get the answer right on the first try. It's also funny how many of these wannabe biologists can't be bothered to actually check if lions can actually be gay in reality like tons of other animals out there.
If I were trying to put forth any sort of good faith argument, I probably wouldn't pass over a quick Google search to not look like a complete fool. But alas, a lot of the times these people just turn out to be homophobes who don't know much about anything actually.
Even if homosexuality in lions wasn't a thing irl, we still wouldn't care. It's just funny how many people try and argue it's not a thing in reality. c:
Bonus points if these folks are also all 'sigh I wish there was more lion content out there that isn't TLK' and then we come out with our LGBT+ lions and they're all 'no, not like that!' lmao - RJ
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SEVEN KINGS MUST DIE OPINIONS
This post is a series of various ramblings about the movie!!! please do not read the extended version of this post if you want to avoid spoilers! last warning: THIS POST IS BASICALLY ONE SPOILER AFTER THE OTHER!!!!
I had an inkling this movie wasn't going to be incredibly thorough as the series was (and even the series was often a little rushed), but i feel it maintained a strong tie to the series, and while a little rushed it managed to give us some kind of closure.
OPINIONS:
the opening was amazing, loved how it took scenes from the movie and rendered it in the usual opening
Ingrith and Finan were so sweet, i was incredibly saddened that they didn't show them having kids or having more happy moments. Finan's reaction at her death was very sad, and i think it was unfair that we didn't get to know anything about his life post the events of the movie. Good though that it is implied at the end that Finan survives Uhtred.
what about Sihtric's wife/children???? again, we were left wondering about them but not only didn't she appear, his children weren't even in the picture. We are left wondering about them, unfortunately. Good thing though that he survived!!!
We knew baby Uhtred is in Rome; again, where is Stiorra????
Eadgifu's character was put to test this season but i am glad she was consistent with her s5 characterization. she is truly an amazing woman!
Eadgifu and the subtext with Uhtred was something i did not expect but liked! She matched Uhtred's maturity, and I liked the way they supported each other for their children.
Athelstan!!!! okay, while i am disappointed it wasn't Osbert the one to be coupled up with him, i really liked his arc. I love how they explored his feelings over his homosexuality, his guilt and how it tied directly to the story. He acted out of desperation at first, but then came around to his duty and a newfound purpose that wasn't anymore a means to get away from his sins, but something he truly wanted for himself and his people. His complex relationship with Uhtred was shown in a way that for once didn't involve Uhtred behaving stupidly, showing he's definitely grown from the man he once was.
No Hild disappointed me but good for her for getting away from these problems once again!!!
Aldhelm's death:((((
Astrid & Arnalf: now i think this is where the movie threw away its chances of developing a bit more the Dane antagonists! In this season particularly Astrid didn't have any other purpose other than to be the cause of Aldhelm's death, and serve as a plot device to further the story. Arnalf's motivation could have been better explored too.
Osbert's character wasn't very fleshed out, and i disliked that it wasn't even mentioned a conflict between him and Uhtred for the abandonment. Not an explanation, nothing. I do like him though, he reminds me of a younger Uhtred, and I find heartwarming his friendship with Edmund (though even that one is briefly shown).
The end of the movie wasn't bad, though it was interesting. in a way i felt like it was incredibly satisfying, since it didn't show us exactly what happened to Uhtred in the end, though it implied him entering in Valhalla. We don't know what happens after to him, but we know he was loved and he existed, and this series + the movie gives us a glimpse to a secret only we know. Despite it being a rushed ending, i will say that it was a good and satisfying one, and seeing Brida and Ragnar the Fearless truly warmed me. I wished we could have gotten a glimpse of Gisela but oh well, i understand Peri Baumeister was probably busy.
In the end I feel like the main problem of the movie was how rushed it was, and how poorly fleshed out were the characters we were following. That didn't hinder my enjoyment of it, though, and as i said it was very satisfying and in a way i love that we are left filling the gaps they left open.
Is it the best closure to TLK? maybe not, but unfortunately a 2 hour movie would never be able to give all we needed as fans of the serie, so what we got in comparison to many bad movies/sequels out there was a very well made final product.
I feel like upon rewatching both the serie and the movie i will come to love it fully! I have other thoughts, but for now these are my face value disconnected opinions.
I will miss these characters so much, they accompanied me all these years and brought me close to so many people! Hoping to continue enjoying them through the amazing fanwork this fandom continues to create!!!
#the last kingdom#seven kings must die spoiler#seven kings must die#seven kings must die spoilers#7kmd spoilers#uhtred of bebbanburg#finan#sihtric#athelstan#osbert#eadgifu
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TLG: As You Move Forward
So I went a few months thinking about how I'd forgotten to include Makini to my past depictions of Kion's Guard as adults (1, 2), so I decided to celebrate the 4th anniversary (albeit 2 days late :p) of the Journey of Memories episode by finally showing off the adult design I have for her!
Because I'm still salty about TLG's last-minute decision in making Makini the Mjuzi of the Night Pride instead of Kiara's bestie like Season 2 hyped her up to be, I made a compromise by headcanoning that she frequently journeys back-and-forth between the Pridelands and the Tree of Life, especially when she's called over by each land for a ceremony of some kind.
Design Process:
To avoid making her look too much like a clone of her mother Fikiri, I figured that Makini would develop her dad Kitendo's features as she grew older (I think she's about 20-something in this image). It's kind of a thing for TLG to erroneously depict animals without their distinct sexual dimorphism (see: Mbuni the ostrich), but this time, I felt like embracing Makini's unusual bright colors for a female mandrill and make her look a little androgynous. I feel like it would fit her role as a Mjuzi for some reason lol
I figured the Bakora Staff she received at the Tree of Life would be her last new one as she's since learned to keep better track of it. I like to think that it symbolizes not only growth and learning, but it coming from the Tree of Life symbolizing that her true place is there.
In all that time she's owned it, being the crafty artist she is, she's put years of customization and souvenirs from her back-and-forth Pridelands/Tree of Life adventures into her decorating her staff, selecting just about every pretty flower and naturally-occurring bead she saw. I mainly sought out the idea of people bedazzling their canes for reference, she seems like the type to do that, making just about anything she owns pretty lol
Drawing Process:
ngl I got to work on this very much like that episode where Makini procrastinated on getting started on her portrait of Simba's family. I just, like... really struggled with the composition until I was hit with sudden inspiration to just go wherever my hand took me.
I grabbed a thumbnail sketch of my adult Makini design that I was the most happy with and rendered it digitally and was happy that it got me somewhere... then I ran into the background that I didn't put any thought into.
Because of the cropping and composition I already had going on with Makini's standalone model, it was very hard to come up with something she could be surrounded by, until I decided to insert some headcanons about a certain new TLG-related short Disney released. Basically: I headcanon Makini made those Circle of Life paintings that Kion shows to those younger cubs as I think the style they used in those paintings looks WAY different from Rafiki's (I mean the whole video looks different from the whole TLK art style). You can't tell me those purple pigments and cutesy flowers aren't something Makini would draw everywhere lol
Sources of Inspiration:
Sadly not pictured due to the angle and cropping is the headcanon that she paints her nails all the time, and she's always trying different color combos basically every week lol. I adopted that headcanon from iceflowerglow, who depicts Makini with painted nails in their comic "Shining Above Your Head". Other artists I drew inspiration from were Vtoony's "TLG: Kion's Guard" and tango_fizz.le's "Where'd all the time go?" when it came to designing her fully-developed mane.
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💜POSITIVE WORDS GAME💜
Tag five moots that you admire, love, and adore - and type out why you love ‘em so much, too! Let's say a nice word or two about those in the fandom and genuinely spread some good vibes!
Tag five people when you're done💜Let's spread some good vibes!
💜 Thank you my darling Tumblr kindred spirits who tagged me:
@fan-goddess You gave me the sweetest comment on my first ever fic I posted and even asked that I tag you in my future pieces. My heart was so full, I was blushing like a slut. That kindness has always remained consistent with our every interaction and I just adore you.
@lovelykhaleesiii I feel like I have always followed you, like you and Dais were determined to draw me into the Aegon cult, and every time you came up on my Tumblr dashboard, I would like, “Damn, she is nifty. Fuck it, I am going to bother her,” and I am so glad I did. You are one of the kindest individuals I have met on this hellsite, you are talented, wickedly witty, and I just adore you so thoroughly.
@ilikeitbetterangsty I adore you. You allowed me to just bombard your DMs with my narrative of your brilliant story 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝘀 and I never left. I just adore you more and more with every bit of yourself that you share with me.
I came to Tumblr years ago when Matt Smith was the doctor, returning when he took the role of Daemon Targaryen, him singing my siren call. I watched that show and had this feral adoration for everything in it, and thought, “Where can I go that this feral adoration would be welcomed?”
This hellsite has allowed me the fortune to come across so many wonderful, talented individuals. This sat in my drafts because I did not want to forget anyone, like I know I did 😭
💜 @itbmojojoejo I was so late to the TLK fandom and only bothered because of HotD. You fed my Finan fixation with your brilliant piece, and I just love watching your talent branch into other facets.
Because of you, I was able to meet @gemini-mama @bhxrdy, whose threads always have me in a fit of fucking giggles. If any of you post this banner (created by the darling mojo), I will be there 🦝 This is our equivalent for the beacons being lit, and you can just call me Gondor.
💜 @hamatoanne Your stories were some of the first I came across and I just fell in love with your prose. You have been so lovely to talk to and I just adore what a muse you have been for me. I have Tumblr notifications for your work so I can stop whatever I am doing and read whatever you post! You are just amazing.
💜 @squirmhoney You had such a profound impact on the way I wrote my Aegon. I cannot thank you enough for taking the time to give me feed back on my lucid dream story with him. You have always been so kind, so thoughtful with your advice given and I just adore you.
💜 @watercolorskyy You asked to be a part of my taglist, making me feel like what I was writing and posting was actually nifty. Thank you for that confidence. Your comments, your reblogs brighten my damn day and you always served as a muse. You are just so lovely.
💜 @dustylavatentacles You were one of my first anons and you expanded the modern!Aegon husband drabbles in a way that is engaging, sweet, and so perfectly Aegon.
💜 @assortedseaglass You are one of those people who are beautiful through and through. You have such a kindness, a consideration that seeps onto my dashboard and makes my day, as well as this raunchy humor that has me cackling like a loon. Thank you for always being such an encouragement when I need it the most.
💜 @inthedayswhenlandswerefew Each week is just a new countdown to Sunday for me. Thank you for introducing me to your brilliant writing, your engaging conversations, and the new Tumblr kindred spirits I have met because of our Sunday trauma bond.
💜 @namelesslosers [See above] We are trauma bonded and I love having someone I can talk to every time Maggie posts a new chapter. I feel our comments complete each other’s sandwiches.
💜 @babygirlyofthevale You are a wonderful writer, a wonderful human being. You will always persevere
💜 @lonnson I adore you, I adore your creations, I adore your insight to so many fandoms we share and the ones you are slowly introducing me too.
💜 @babyblue711 This is for you, with love.
💜 @lovelykhaleesiii & @f4ll-for-you & @amiraisgoingthruit & @st-eve-barnes You lovelies have been slowly, but surely converting me to be an Aegon girlie. Hel, I truly enjoy every interaction we share. You always make my day, no matter the time. Dais, you literally gave me the confidence to be where I am today and I can never repay that. Mira, you have a beauty that shows inside and out, a talent that has no ends, and just an overall kindness that makes my day. Eve, you feed such a niche for me and I just adore you for that. Thank you for being your wonderful selves and my tag “reblogging for my aegon girlies” definitely is catering to you all.
💜 @annikin-im-panicin You were my og follower, my og Tumblr kindred spirit. I literally was struggling to get into the swing of things and you just reached out and were so lovely. I always try to pay your kindness forward.
💜 @theoneeyedprince My darling, I was shy to reach out and you were just so kind in response. Sometimes you meet a soul and it feels like you have always known them, and I feel that with you. Thank you so being so lovely.
💜 @theromanticegoist Your conversations, your advice offered, your writing and your presence on this hellsite has been such a godsend. I just adore you are a person and everything you create.
💜 @bucknastysbabe & @aemondsgirlfriend Ladies, you have been such a breath of fresh air, I cannot thank you enough for your presence, your kindness, and your unhinged comments.
💜 @barbieaemond & @aegonx & @myfandomprompts Your creations are both absolutely wonderful and unhinge. You keep the sister wives fed.
💜 @sylas-the-grim I think I spammed every chapter posted on ao3 and you were kind enough to respond to my every thought I typed out. Since then, you have become one of my dearest friends and I just am so grateful to have you in my life.
💜 My other Tumblr kindred spirits: @lauraneedstochill @theold-ultraviolence @chattylurker @aemondx @aemvnd @girlwith-thepearlearring @devthlyangels @ice-dragon and so many more!
💜 I apologize for how long this is and how long it has sat in my drafts. In truth, I did not want to post it and miss someone. It isn’t that I do not hold you near and dear, but I consider myself lucky enough to have met so many wonderful people on this hellsite. I overuse the tag “i love my tumblr kindred spirits” but that is what I was fortunate enough to come across after diving into one fandom and coming out with so much more.
Thank you all. Truly.
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My Last Kingdom's line of thought
Alright... I have a Last Kingdom One-shot published.
I'm not gonna lie, at first I thought (before I saw it), that it TLK was some low budget copy of Vikings, so I never payed any mind to it
UNTIL OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR EWAN MITCHELL APPEARED IN MY LIFE IN THE SHAPE OF AEMOND TARGARYEN
Then I was like... alrighttttt lets give this a shot
AND I LOVED IT, of course not just because of him, but the story and the characters, they are great!
Anyhow... of course the engine in fanfictional mind started turning and of course, I was like... JUST WRITE THIS ALREADY!
Of course in my mind reader had to be a cool warrior, a viking, shieldmaiden.. anyways, but as the story progressed, int he screen and on my mind...I tried to picture her in a relationship with Osferth and... it didn't happen!
I don't know why, I don't see it working, I wrote that one shot... she is the daughter of Bjorn Ironside... (who was a Dane/Swedish, I got it wrong, he is not from Norway)
Anyhow... in my mind the story started to develop quite different... Osferth doesn't dare to formalice things with reader, in the show we see him courting ladies of the night, but nothing too serious, because he can't truly get married....
So he strings Reader along! it got all twisted, he didn't want to marry her, and then their relationship kind of fizzled... then reader can tell she is pregnant, by that point, she leaves Osferth, she wants to settle and farm, Osferth wants fame and fortune, woman and adventure....
So reader goes on her own, maybe settling in Mercia near Aethelfaed,.... anyways... she had twin boys...
At some point, after that huge time jumps between seasons, she meets with Uthred's pretty boys again, she has a hall with her boys... Osferth doesn't know how to deal, (he is a coward)
AND BJORN APPEARS
All his children are dead, reader is the only one left, she is his legacy, Bjorn can tell there is no one of his blood to succeed him as king of Sweden and Denmark... so he goes to find his daughter
AND SURPRISE
He realises his legacy are this two boys
Reader didn't want to tell him who had fathered them... but Finnan ran his mouth... when reader realizes Finnan opened his big mouth to defend the honor (or lack thereof) of Osferth, reader runs to her home to find out her father had stolen her children
WHO HAVE ROYAL BLOOD ON BOTH SIDES, Bjorn goes onto saying to his people his grandchildren are the ones who will unite both saxons and danes and some other delusions of greatness
And then I put Uhtred in a closet and reader starts a quest to retrieve her children...
Of course she seeks help in his father's natural enemy... the Norwegians... and their King Harald (Leo baby I'm coming), Uhtred, FInan and Sithric follow, but just as spectators as reader fights her own father and country to retrieve her babies (four year olds or so)
Harald offers her the Danish and Swedish crown, but she says she is only interested in retriving her children, so he can do as he pleases
They attack Kattegat
She ends up offing her father... and Harald present her as the Queen of Sweden and Danmark
So it evolved in something else! jajaja enterily!
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emoji ask! 🍓🌵🪐❄️🦋🌸🎨
🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? Like that one viral post says, no one gets into writing, writing shows up at your door one day and beats you into submission lmao! For real though... Until recently I have never even read fanfic, let along written it. In 2022, I had just finished watching TLK and my mind was going crazy with scenarios. I just got the random urge to start writing them down, and as I did a story started to emerge. It all went downhill from there LMAO!
🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love: I don't know if this will work since it is unlisted but here is my Celtic/New Age playlist on Youtube.
🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now: I am staying busy with commissions; my overall health seems to be getting better, and Frodo's kidney issues seem to be stable.
❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? Oh lord, uh... I actually have no idea because if I come up with something I usually just write it myself lol
🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately: Can't everyone just be nice to other people? It is really not that hard? It takes so much energy to hate, to tear other people down, and to hurt others. This world would be a much better place if everyone just chilled the fuck out and stopped spreading so much hatred toward people that are different than you and not hurting anyone.
🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them: Currently I have two cats: Frodo and Sookie!
Cat Tax:
Frodo on the left, and Sookie on the right. Frodo is 6 years old and Sookie is 15.
🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it: I guess it would be in poor taste to link to my OWN fanart, so here is a drawing by @lonnson of the Coccham crew. I like the layout and the abstract designs in the background. Very pretty!
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Mojo's Prompt Requests!
I have compiled some fluff/angst/smut prompts I was unable to ignore from these lists (1 2 3 4 5), if you would like to send a prompt or 2 along with a listed character of choice I would love to see what my brain can spew out for you in the form of a drabble/one shot.
If certain prompts are requested more than twice I will strike them out removing them from the list xo
Characters:
For TLK: Finan | Sihtric | Osferth | Sigefrid. Others: Tom Bennett.
Prompts:
"shh. there’s people in the other room. "
"say you want me, and I’m yours."
"I’m going to ruin you."
"we have to make this quick."
"you don’t have to be gentle. I won’t break."
"no ones here. we can be as loud as we want."
"you look good with my hands around your throat."
"you can be rough. I can take it."
“Bet you they don’t make you sound like that, do they?”
“I want you to remember every single second of this.”
“Why did I fall in love with you.”
“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”
“You broke my heart so carelessly. Now you want forgiveness?”
“I was miserable and I still loved you.”
“Stop pretending. You wanted me like this… You wanted me broken and you got what you wanted.”
“I was nothing to you. I was only a toy for you to manipulate and I fell for it.”
"I want a kiss from my favourite person." "I don't think you can kiss yourself."
"I love this." "What?" "Us."
“You know I’d do anything to have you stay by my side, right? Anything.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I have every plan to make you submit to me.”
“Is hating me your only personality trait?”
“I can't even lie, I’m just so fucking obsessed with you.”
"you need to know that I have grown to care for you. deeply."
"I dream of you. all I do, is dream of you."
"for years I have yearned for you, in secrecy and silence."
"I feel your absence in everything that I do alone, in every place I go without you."
THEMES: I have written, and will write angst/fluff/smut/noncon/dubcon. If there is a theme you would like to be avoided or included with certain prompts please let me know.
If there is a character not on this list but you have faith I can manage it feel free to put them into your request as an ALTERNATE so I have something to fall back on if the muse don't muse.
I am giving myself no deadline for any of this, it's just something fun to plug away at alongside my wips and stretch my writing legs a bit.
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on the sunset savanna event
Alright, so 🙏 In part 3 of the event, we learn that the trio that usually watches over Cheka are predisposed with something else. From the way Leona reacts to this news, it’s implied those three will be participating in Catch the Tail. The number 3 is also just sus because that’s the EXACT number of people needed to form a team for the competition. it’s highly likely we’ll see the NRC squad go up against Cheka’s trio of guards.
It is said that most of the important positions in the guard are held by women, as real lionesses do most of the hunting. This implies that those assigned to guard the young prince Cheka must be women; the nameless temporary replacement guards are also women.
Then… Knowing all of this, does that mean 👁️ 👄 👁️ We will get to see… mayhaps… new women in TWST???? Strong ass women who can kick your butt??? With unique artwork of their own????????
dbsksbsiwjsn I wonder if they’ll be twisted from any particular inspiration??? I’m trying to think of iconic trios from The Lion King, but I can only think of the hyenas (who probably wouldn’t hold a position that high up, if Sunset Savanna society is anything like that of Pride Rock)… The next thing I’m thinking of is Timon and Pumba, but that’s a duo. Maybe the third seat could be filled by… I don’t know, (grown-up) Nala? Rafiki????? I always thought Nala would be a 5 year old like Cheka, so I’m leaning more toward the other options.
OOOOh, or???? Maybe that trio IS twisted from the hyenas meaning Ruggie isn’t twisted from the hyenas???? Kifaji mentions that bird beastmen like himself are rare, and even Farena/Falena has difficulties uniting different kinds of beastmen. What if the hyenas worked their way up to this important position just like Kifaji was able to become Grand Chamberlain?? Keeping these opportunities open to beastmen of all kinds could be one way Farena/Falena tries to unite them.
I guess it could just as easily be three random lionesses too (there’s a whole group of them in TLK that help fight against Scar in the final showdown), but I’m praying to see more characters with explicitly named Disney counterparts xbasvjskwwnif I’m really excited to see how this turns out now!! 🤞
#just me rambling snd speculating#we’ll get confirmation eventually#Leona Kingscholar#Cheka Kingscholar#spoilers#notes from the writing raven#Timon#Pumba#Rafiki#Nala#The Lion King#Ruggie Bucchi#Shenzi#Kifaji#Kifaaji#Farena Kingschcolar#Falena Kingscholar#Scar
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Lion Guard Finale Praise + Rant
There is a lot I hate about The Lion Guard's final episode but the one thing that will always hold a special place in my heart is the return montage:
You can't tell in screenshots, but in the background, the LG chorus sings a reprise of the Departure Theme from the premiere episode, with this montage being a book-end to the goodbyes that the Guard said to their friends and families in that episode.
It's really sweet and powerful because it's a beautiful example of "Show, don't tell" (a rule which this show, particularly in Season 3, and the LK sequels in general are not the best at following). We see what the Lion Guard had left behind when they went on their journey to the Tree of Life, how much they had missed their home and how glad they are to be back and how that feeling was reciporicated by their friends and families.
Keep in mind that earlier that morning they were under the belief that Zira invaded the Pride Lands and had possibly killed the royal family and subjugated the Pride Lands' non-lion subjects if not giving them a same gruesome fate (since Kion knows that Zira is a lion supremacist, god-forbid what would happen if she ever got near Mtoto, Thurston, or Ajabu), and on the Pride Landers' end, the Lion Guard had been gone for such a long time with no one having any way of knowing they'd return or if they died. So this reunion was likely also a huge relief for everyone in the Pride Lands, especially Simba, Basi, and Timon and Pumbaa (who no doubt would've been scared shitless at the idea that their kid could be missing forever or dead and have no way to confirm or deny that possibility). It's just all around amazing to see. When watching the episode for the first time when it came out I thought something was wrong with my computer because despite there being 14 minutes left, I wholeheartedly thought the series was going to end there....
...which is why I'm very mad that it didn't and forever disappointed at the route they went with for the actual ending.
In the span of less than a full day since the Lion Guard returned from the Tree of Life, all of them instantly want to head back there on a whim after losing the Lion Guard contest, which would wind up in them completely uprooting their lives and leaving their home and families again for the sake of this one kingdom that we've only seen for seven to eight out of 74 episodes plus a TV movie! The reunion showed us that the Guard was strongly attached to their home and families, but now the ending forces us to ignore that to logistify the Guard willingly going to the Tree of Life without any on-screen goodbyes or send-offs. No scene of doubt, no goodbye songs, no parting ways between characters, nothing, it just jump cuts from "Hey, let's go back to the Tree of Life even though we've only been back here for a day" straight to them at the Tree of Life for Kion and Rani's wedding. Isn't the episode's title supposed to be "Return to the Pride Lands?" Yet the "return" plot stops mattering after the first 11 minutes.
The whole Guard leaving with Kion doesn't even make sense: Bunga has Timon and Pumbaa at Hakuna Matata Falls, Beshte has to co-lead the hippo pod with his father, Ono has his flock and possibly even Ona (you could argue that he would want to return to the Tree of Life because they healed him, but that's not the reason they went with - Also the poor dude lost his Mark of the Guard twice, the first being after he lost his eyesight to protect the Pride Lands from Scar, like, what the fuck?), Fuli had been the most admant about returning to the Pride Lands, and Anga showed no interest in staying at the Tree of Life and seemed perfectly ok in the Pride Lands.
Even back in the days where people were theorizing what would happen to the Lion Guard that caused them to be absent in TLK 2, I never saw reason for the whole Guard to leave if Kion ever left, and even then, I never expected any departure to be permanent because it would go against their whole life-style. It feels like they only had them leave like this for the sake of some "twist" that didn't need to be there. And even if they were going to go with this route, they could've had the Guard separate, with some staying and some going to at least make sense.
Much like Makini, Season 3 ignores crucial story elements of the main characters from the first two seasons to both justify their "plot-twist" by the end and to wrap up any “plot-holes” with the Lion King 2 and forces the audience to suspend an inappropriate amount of their disbelief. So while I like the reunion in the final episode and whilst my love for the show remains un-matched, knowing how it all ends and that (according to some writers) it was planned from the start to end like this makes me feel cheated in a way. One of the most disappointing endings I've seen from a show which I've been willing to follow from start to finish and this is coming from someone who's watched both Jake and the Never Land Pirates and Bunk'd.
#the lion guard#Kion#Bunga#Fuli#Beshte#Ono#Anga#The Lion King#Disney jr.#I'm back on my bs again ranting/gushing over the Lion Guard aren't I?#For years I've always questioned the Lion Guard's production especially in Season 3#Because with so many episodes in Seasons 1 and 2 there's so much that Season 3 retroactively goes against despite being intended as the end#I have a hard time believing that the pitch sold to executives was always “The diverse interspecies Lion Guard is upstaged by lions#...and their long journey home as well as their live-long dedication to the Pride Lands is a bust bc now they are all a part of a lion prid#... so that they can all witness a child marriage between Kion and Rani on our fucking children's show"#At least Bunk'd's “ending” had a sendoff moment between the departing characters despite the season not being worth a fuck#This is.... just awful#rani#lion guard night pride#Pride Lands#Pridelands#the lion guard season 3#the lion guard rani#the lion guard kion#the lion guard bunga#the lion guard fuli#the lion guard ono#the lion guard beshte#the lion guard anga#critical
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