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good-chimes · 10 months

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Proposing:

Grand Unified Scarian Theory

a single, overarching Scarian romance arc across the whole Hermitcraft and Life series as well as a primer for anyone curious about the early seasons.

We start with NEIGHBOR MEET CUTE in early Season 6:

Season 6 begins in a peaceful pirate bay. SCAR, an established hermit just beginning his third season, is happily making pirate caves. Into this tranquil scene comes GRIAN.

Grian, fresh-faced and new to Hermitcraft, picks a sea-themed base location right next to Scar’s pirate caves. He gets himself set up and starts his base. Even someone like Grian can get newcomer nerves, and he spends the first few weeks desperately trying to act like a normal person instead of the horrible gremlin he really is.

(Some hermits are taken in by this. Doc and Xisuma give him pity diamonds, something that—after getting to know Grian—they noticeably never do again.)

The only person exempt from Grian’s just-a-little-birthday-boy act is Mumbo, whom Grian already knows, clearly has a puppy-crush on, and pursues relentlessly.

Grian and Scar don’t interact much at first. Grian sees Scar for the first time while passing by his base. Scar instantly falls in one of his own caves and dies.

Grian panics.

Grian: I DIDN’T DO IT!

Scar, intrigued by his new neighbor, makes some overtures of interest:

1. Scar leaves a fully enchanted trident at Grian’s base as a welcome present. This is a generous gift for the cute neighbor you have a crush on and frankly the most normal thing either of them do in the entire years-long relationship.

Grian goes ‘huh!’ at the trident, never finds out who sent it, and immediately forgets the whole thing.

2. Scar entertains Grian’s traveling-salesman pitch and buys his overpriced armor boxes.

Multiple jokes about the size of Scar’s wallet. Grian clearly pleased by the transaction.

3. Scar makes Grian a complementary in-joke build (Spongebob’s house by Squidward’s house).

This delights Grian immeasurably for five minutes until he turns back to his prank war with Mumbo.

(Poor Mumbo. Clearly immensely fond of Grian but not sure he wants to be in a relationship with a lit stick of dynamite. This is very understandable.)

By this point Scar obviously kind of clocks that Grian is insane about Mumbo. This isn’t much of a leap. The entire SERVER is aware that Grian is horribly in love with Mumbo.

Ah. That’s okay. Scar backs off a bit. He recognizes when he’s not really in with a chance.

Maybe this thing he has with Grian is just going to be a friendship, and that’s okay! Having a crush is fun even if you’re not going to do anything about it. Scar is going to build some shops about it and be normal.

Both of them are going to be very normal.

FLIRTING (First Stages) – mid-Season 6

Both of them immediately forget to be normal.

Grian has started a detective agency and has no mysteries to solve. Scar instantly invents a cookie-based mystery supervillain called the Jangler and leaves Grian a series of tantalizing cookie-based puzzles for enrichment in his enclosure.

Grian has invented a game where you kill people with rockets. Scar volunteers to get murdered. Both of them are delighted.

Scar and Cub’s business empire is incidentally crushing Grian’s startup venture. There is no reason for this to be so flirtatiously charged.

At this point all the hermits move to a new village because of the Minecraft update. Grian starts a who-can-build-the-tallest-house war with Mumbo and Iskall. Scar notices and starts doing the same from the other side of the village.

It quickly gets so wild that Mumbo taps out (Mumbo does not do well with intensity, would rather just not, thankyouverymuch), and it's only Grian, Iskall and Scar.

Scar builds a wild giant plant eating his rocketship, and then a castle in the sky, and an enormous version of himself firing a canon at Grian's house. This is the first time you can really see Grian trying to hold in shrieks when he flies back in to see what Scar has done while he's gone.

Grian’s interest has been caught. He’s gone from barely seeing Scar to checking on him regularly. What’s our good friend Scar up to? What’s Scar done? What is Scar going to do next?

FLIRTING (How To Catch Your Crush’s Interest By Building A Secret Government Facility) – late Season 6

What Scar does next is put on a snazzy military uniform, team up with Doc to steal the time machine Grian invented last week, then, in the most effort someone has EVER gone to to get Grian's attention, spend weeks on end building a fully-functional 'Area 77' military base and containment facility to stop him getting it back.

Turns out this works beyond Scar’s wildest dreams.

Grian INSTANTLY obsessed with breaking into Scar’s base and retrieving his time machine.

Grian persuades Ren into forming a hippie camp with him next to the base and spends weeks entirely fixated on Scar. Meanwhile Scar, who is starting to really understand how to get and keep Grian's attention, builds more and fancier infrastructure to keep Grian out. This is also where Grian really starts looking at Scar's art—the insane cliffs Scar has build around his new hangers—and awkwardly not quite managing words, because it would be very embarrassing to just outright say the word beautiful, and Grian’s a very normal and non-embarrassing person.

In the climax of the season, Grian-the-hippie breaks into General Scar’s base.

Nobody can say that Scar making himself a top brass general and Grian making himself an anti-establishment flower power hippie does not end up with plausibly-deniable not-making-out Grian-provoking-Scar-into-holding-him-against-a-wall.

but.

BUT.

This is Hermitcraft. It’s temporary. Scar and Grian both know it was a bit. A bit they both got super into, sure! But a bit. Not weird at all.

(“Sure, mate, not weird at all,” Mumbo says, after all of this is over. “Then why are you making it SOUND weird Mumbo you’re the WORST”)*

(“Sooo....” Cub says, and Scar says, “I know. I know!”)*

*not canon but you can't tell me it didn't happen off screen

FLIRTING (But What About…) – early Season 7

Okay, so that was weird, but Grian is definitely still in love with Mumbo. The Mumbo pursuit is going great and Mumbo definitely doesn’t look nervous whenever Grian turns up with a new idea. Grian is going to get Mumbo to fall in love with him and they will marry in the spring and have a dozen beautiful children redstone contraptions.

Grian attempts to make it more official with Mumbo. Surely they have been flirting long enough, they are ready for the next stage! This is in no way a reaction to Scar becoming a weird wizard in a way very unsettling to Grian and building the kind of wild organic tangled forest build that Grian is fascinated by but can't even begin to comprehend.

Everything is very under control in Grian's life. He's now official boyfriends with Mumbo. They live together and have a messaging system and everything.

Mumbo announces he’s moving out.

It’s-not-you-it’s-me

You’re… you’re moving out? Grian says, in the smallest possible voice.

We’ll still have the messaging system, Mumbo says, unconvincingly.

FINE, Grian says, I’m moving out TOO.

Mumbo moves out.

Grian deals with this in the healthiest possible way. He invents a mayorship and attempts to give it to Mumbo.

Grian is Mumbo’s self-appointed campaign manager so Mumbo has to be round him ALL THE TIME, it’s for the CAMPAIGN, Mumbo.

Mumbo, a man who doesn’t deal well with pressure or responsibility, is maybe not the ideal choice for mayor, something that has escaped Grian entirely.

Mumbo builds a robot and attempts to palm off all responsibility for decision-making onto it. Grian immediately calls it their son.

Grian puts his moustache all over the server.

NO other hermits support them for mayor (except Scar, from a lost bet, who Grian has continued to have intensely weird flirtations with while all this is happening)

Things reach a fever pitch. Election day arrives. Mumbo doesn’t want this actually but try telling Grian that. The entire MumboGrian edifice that Grian has obsessively and wildly build has reached an unsustainable pitch and finally comes tumbling down around them.

Mumbo votes Scar for mayor.

Grian votes Scar for mayor.

Mumbo disappears for several weeks to do some nice soothing redstone and calm down.

FLIRTING (Civil War) – late Season 7

Everything has calmed down now. Scar is mayor. Mumbo is...somewhere. Grian is going to work on his base normally.

Grian has a new project. He wants to build in the new nether biomes. He builds a huge and echoing and obsessively inverse version of his huge and echoing and obsessively symmetrical mansion base. It's very impressive. It's totally hollow. There's... no one else here.

Grian decides that okay, he is going to bring PEOPLE here.

He invites Mumbo, because he hasn't seen him in weeks. He invites Bdubs, because Grian above all loves genius. And he invites Scar. Because of course. Everything major Grian does now, Scar is an of course.

Bdubs shows up! Generously builds Grian's entire mansion interior. Mumbo shows up. Builds a tiny upside down disco shack.

Scar does not show up.

Scar is being mayor! Scar is a very busy and important man! Scar has spent the last few weeks obsessively replacing every single goddamn mycelium block in the shopping district with beautifully tailored grass and making trees whose flowers are diamonds. He's also got his own megabase going on. For once Scar has so much to do it's even enough for Scar's ambitions, which have never been small.

He does not come when Grian calls.

Grian is Not Happy.

This is the point where Grian starts a steadily more unhinged campaign of leaving Scar invitations. He makes little tailor's dummies of himself and delivers them to Scar's house. He sets up a tea party of three grians in a secret space under Scar's mayoral throne. He hangs himself in effigy on the tip of Scar's megadrill build. Normal behavior.

And then when Scar still doesn't notice, he puts a tiny bit of mycelium back on one of the streets of the shopping district.

This starts… THE MYCELIUM WARS

Scar attempts to contain the growing mycelium patch with warning tape.

Grian spreads more mushroom spores.

Scar brings in his allies to help contain the growing mushroom patches.

Grian digs out an underground rebel HQ, recruits several rebels, and declares himself Motherspore.

Mayor Scar stares into a camera and uses his most velvety baritone to proclaim he will hunt down Grian and the mycelium resistance and bring them to justice.

Grian sets loose mushroom-spreading sheep.

Mayor Scar obsessively searches for his base.

Grian and Impulse build several decoy bases and trap them.

Mayor Scar employs Mumbo to strip-mine every block of the shopping district with redstone tunnel-borers.

Eventually Deputy Mayor Bdubs, having his own thing with rebel Etho, tricks all of the resistance into ender-pearling into jail.

Scar gets to threaten to pour lava on an imprisoned Grian for ten minutes straight and they’re both enjoying this so much.

Grian: Scar! SCAR! Scar Scar Scar no Scar no Scar no listen Scar

Scar: Yes?

Grian: …Let’s take this somewhere else.

They ‘take this’ to Scar’s beautifully-appointed mayoral office. Grian sits on the arm of his chair (I don’t know what to tell you, this is on-screen canon).

Grian: So I know how to end the war.

Grian: We have to play minigames and make personal bets.

Grian: And Scar, Scar, if you lose…

Scar: Yes?

Grian: … you have to help build my base.

Entire room: [stunned silence]

Etho: Is this what it was about the whole time, Grian?

So! That happened. And the thing is, they could both mentally pass off the area 77 general/hippie stuff as Just A Fun Bit That Got Very Intense.

They can't do this with the mayor/motherspore stuff. They are basically making out on Scar’s chair. The resistance have noticed. The mayoral staff have noticed. EVERYONE has noticed.

Scar is into it. Scar is going along with it. Scar knows he’d had a crush for a long time, and he isn't scared of swimming with a huge wave, never mind where it's going to break. Scar has always embraced the rush. With Grian, you never know what’s going to happen next.

Grian has always loved being around Scar because there’s so much going on that you don’t have to think. Grian doesn’t have to think until everything’s calmed down. It's not until now that he stops and realizes… could this be… something.

(Maybe it already is.)

And then, by whatever eldritch mechanic you personally favor:

3rd life begins.

HEAD-OVER-HEELS – Third Life

In the tiny claustrophobic stripped-bare world of Third Life, Grian makes a choice. Grian thinks, for once very, very clearly: what if it wasn't a bit? What if it was real. What if Grian took every explosive piece of who he was and handed it over to someone he's—okay, he'll admit it—someone he's been obsessed with for a long time. What if that heady sparkle he's been seeing in the corner of his vision is true. What happens if you grab it with both hands?

Scar—surprised, bemused, amazed but wrong-footed—almost doesn't know what to DO with this.

Scar is so used to Grian layering all his obsession behind a thick layer of irony and drama and second-guessing and schemes. ‘Sure we can make out but only if I'm trailing mushroom spores and you're wearing that sash.’ ‘I'm only here because Mumbo's not around.’ ‘It’s not a thing.’ ‘It's not real.’

But it is real.

And, for once, Scar hears a tiny alarm go off in his brain. Scar knows Grian better than anyone else does, by now, and even he doesn't know where this ends. Grian is a force of nature and Scar has never been his unfiltered target. But Grian's throwing himself into this, throwing himself at Scar. And Scar always says 'yes.' 'Yes, and.' 'Yes, let's'. Scar never wants less of Grian. Scar has always taken what he can get.

But with that warning bell, Scar does try to keep that slight layer of dramatic distance, even in this new world where you can die and not come back, even if they don't know if they'll get out of this alive. Scar doesn't fully buy into Grian's second-in-command-devotion, he forces a space for Grian to still be the Grian he knows, some kind of safety vent (‘here's a bee on a lead’). And it could be a lot of reasons, but part of it is…Grian's head-over-heels, for once, and Scar has the unfamiliar feeling of needing to be the one to look where they're going.

Because where they're going is: the last two, all their friends dead, not knowing if there's any way to survive but knowing their friends haven't come back, and at that point Scar takes off the very last of his brakes and the very last of his reservations and says:

For everything you've done for me you can kill me.

(I want this. I want it to be you.)

This breaks Grian absolutely and completely.

And not broken in the fun way! Grian is too far in. Grian let go of Mumbo, who was safe because Mumbo never let it get too far, and he took a risk on Scar, and now Grian is discovering that he didn’t even know what risk meant. Grian is in emotional pain he never suspected existed. Grian has let himself put all his gambling chips on someone who wasn't SAFE and he has lost.

Grian has LOST SCAR and he has LOST HIMSELF and he has FOUND OUT HE CAN BE HURT and he is never going to be the fucking same again.

Scar is in the pond with Grian’s sword at his unresisting neck. And Scar is going to die, and Scar (damn him damn him) has turned it into: he's going to die for Grian. Now Grian is hurting, he's complicit, it turns out grief is an inevitable part of love and beauty, this is all it's taken for Grian's worldview to fall apart in pieces he can't pick up, and Grian has no defenses against pain so there's obviously no way to cope except to beat Scar to death in a cactus ring and jump off a cliff.

AFTERMATH – Season 8

They wake up in Hermitcraft.

They wake up in Hermitcraft! Scar is delighted to find out they just reincarnate, after all that!

Sure, they've all got some lingering trauma but Scar has never let that stop him from doing anything. Scar thought that whole thing went well! He just about dares to think...romantic...? Maybe...?

Grian is Normal to him.

Grian is so fucking normal. it's like. s6 normal.

Scar is. kind of. confused.

Grian is NOT acting like someone he had a romantic death match with.

(Grian is falling apart, but if there's one thing Grian has proved in his building it’s that he’s SO. fucking. good. at facades.)

(Don't go round the back.)

Neither of them are ready for the death game to repeat.

DIVORCE (Traumatic) – Last Life, Season 8

Second death game. Grian deals with his trauma super well by isolating Scar, stealing all his friends, tricking a life out of him, dropping his horse in lava, forcing him into an extortion death loop, then abandoning him and—just as a bonus—murdering Mumbo as well.

This time it’s Scar who comes back falling apart.

A theory that seems plausible: Scar’s old friend Cub picks him up, puts him back together, gets him on his feet. What we do know is that Cub moves in next to Boatem, where Scar is still living with Grian, and incidentally builds an enormous dripstone megabiome that is coincidentally very hostile and might murder you upon landing if you're someone who flies a lot, or happens to be a bird.

There’s a hole with an endless dark void between Scar and Grian’s Boatem bases. They built it together. It’s around this time they both keep repeatedly falling in it.

DIVORCE (But When It Was Good It Was So Good) – Season 8, Double Life

Then the moon gets big. Gets close. Gravity breaks down and that should be the end, should be a way out of this terrible spiral they're in, surely they're better without each other—

Grian turns up at Scar's base and says: Scar. Build us an escape pod.

—and Scar does.

They go out together. Both of them can feel the pull back into each other’s orbit but they’ll die if they acknowledge it. At the end of it all, the void, the protective suits, the unbearable gravity of falling into space together, of holding each other until another uncertain end. They're nowhere but they're in it together.

Is this a good time for another death game? Of course. How much worse can it get.

Double Life, and this time Scar keeps his distance. My soulmate is this allay! My soulmate is my cat! I don’t need a soulmate. Oh—it’s Grian? This whole time? Hahaha. How funny.

Grian: Soo… do you want to base together?

Scar: Do we have to?

Grian: It…might be nice…?

Scar is wary.

He has been burned.

But the pull is still there. The pull is always there. You can’t forget Grian, but you can blunt the edge of him on your skin. Scar is here to take care of these cat-pandas. Grian can do what he likes.

Cheated of Scar’s full attention, Grian tries to tempt BigB into a pale imitation of the Scarian folie à deux (BigB is a genuinely nice man who does not deserve this).

The rest of the server turn red, one by one. Grian and Scar are the last greens. BigB is audibly nervous when Grian proposes a red-green alliance, even though BigB is the red, he has the power. But Grian can’t escape the rest of the server, and the red hunt begins.

Grian and Scar, hunted—trapped at the top of flaming towers, jumping from heights, chased down like foxes at bay, crammed into boltholes with their hands over each other’s mouths, Grian shrieks and laughs and falls back on Scar and Scar catches him and they’re both as alive and elated as they’ve ever been. Scar dies once to Ren and BigB’s zombies and Grian murders both BigB and Ren in revenge (BigB was right to be nervous). Grian has another unhinged murder plan underway when he dies for the last time.

This whole time, Grian was hit in the face by remembering that when it's good, it's so good.

Scar isn’t surprised. Scar has known that forever.

Back in Hermitcraft, its not magically fixed. They’re not innocent any more. But every time Grian looks at Scar he remembers: when it’s good, it’s so good.

And Scar never forgot.

DIVORCE (We’re In Love And We’re Not Done Yet) – Season 9, Limited Life

By now we're into Season 9. They’re still alive. They always live, they always start again, and the other one is just there. Being, infuriatingly and magnetically, them.

Grian is thoroughly annoyed by Scar’s new allegiance to King Ren, but he keeps coming back to Scarland anyway. Scar, I made you an obstacle course. Scar, stand here and get squashed by this anvil. Scar if you don’t do something I’m going to start a resistance.

Grian pretends King Ren doesn’t exist and he has more important things to do, and pretends this so hard that he incidentally invents a mad science robot pulls them all through into the Empires dimension.

Scar, assuming Grian is doing his own thing, shacks up with Jimmy.

It takes Grian three weeks to notice and be shriekingly outraged.

Scar we’re doing a project. Scar you can’t spend all your time with Jimmy! Join my cult. Get in my shrinking machine. I made you an enchanted netherite bow. I need your allegiance. (Another real quote).

Scar teases Grian for weeks then instantly abandons Jimmy when the choice comes down to him or Grian.

Fourth death game—they’re used to this, now. Nothing too intense. Nothing too weird. Grian can’t help murdering Scar.

At this point, Scar is starting to read it as: I love you.

And that’s how we get to the current Scarian dynamic we know and love of you're the worst and I'm the worst and we've divorced a few time but we still like each other so fucking much.

It's been years. They've killed each other every possible way. These two characters are in love and they're not done yet.

#scarian #grian #goodtimeswithscar #hermitshipping #yes canon IS a grand romantic arc #to be super clear: i don't think any of this was cc intention #but we can have a little narrative framing fun #as a treat #i think nearly all of this is true to canon except some timing vagueness and the dialogue in parentheses #thank you to the hivemind for theory help #long post #glossywrites

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warrioreowynofrohan · 10 months

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oh my god, thank you for that wonderful response. i have been reblogging some of your posts because i agree with it. when i started reading lotr fics, i stumbled upon so many older fics about the supposedly called "kidnap fam" and the more i understand about elros and elronds situation, the more i go from "wait what" to "what the fuck" and go back to the canon material because youre telling me they villainize elwing and earindil but not the ones who caused the second kinslaying because apparently its such a good material for idk to make the feanorians nice? ive read enough fics that are long af which explains the complexity or whatever of why the second kinslaying happened but when it comes to elwing and earindil, its like fuck it they suck af. im not kidding when i said the more i read about feanor and the sons of feanor (book, fics and posts), the more i get exhausted because some of them have such a dickish personalities like they're awful af but apparently they have talents or something to compensate for that. im really sorry for this rant. im probably dipping into waters with sharks in it.

Yeah, 'kidnap fam' is hugely popular - and wow, it must have been wild to come to it straight from LOTR and then later discover Elrond's backstory! Because yeah, the way the Third Kinslaying is presented in fics can be very different from the way it is in the books.

I think, maybe, Elwing and Eärendil are vilified by some Fëanorean fans precisely because the Third Kinslaying is so horrific. That's not to say that the Second Kinslaying is not - we really get more details of specific atrocities committed in the Second Kinslaying (abandoning small children to die of exposure) - but the Second Kinslaying is at least a fight between two groups who both have armies. The Third Kinslaying is a massacre of the remnants of the civilian populations of two previously-destroyed kingdoms. And I think that very horror makes people want someone else to blame for it at least partially - someone else to blame for some element of it - even though the sole cause of it is, truly, the decision of the remaining Fëanoreans to massacre people. (My thoughts on this are partly because I've seen almost this identical thing in another fandom that I'm part of, where we find out midway through the series that one of the main protagonists, earlier in his life when he was a much worse person, massacred an entire village. Parts of the fandom gravitated to casting blame on the leader of the village he massacred for being 'unreasonable', or to claiming the main character wasn't in control of his mind [the same way that people say the Fëanoreans had no choice because of the Oath], because understanding a character you like as being to blame for something so horrible is very raw.)

But back on the topic of 'kidnap fam' - I think it's the contrast that draws people to it, the idea of people who have done terrible things and feel terrible about them being suddenly confronted by innocent and helpless children whom they need to care for. (I say 'they' because 'kidnap fam' is usually written as both Maglor and Maedhros 'parenting'; my own mental image of it is that Maedhros had very little to do with the twins' upbringing.) But I'm feeling rather overexposed to 'cute' takes on it. It's not cute; I'm somewhat in the middle of a fanfic where I try to dig in a little to what Elrond's upbringing must have been like, the scars and complicated trauma that it must have left. And it's strange, because, if people want to write about a cute adoptive/found family, there are other options out there! There's Annael and the other grey-elves who raise Tuor, for example. But again, I think it's the combination of the popularity of the Fëanoreans and the contrasts inherent in the situation. I loathe when people try to cast blame on Elwing for, uh, being driven to suicidal despair by everyone she knows being massacred and her kids being captured by the same people who murdered her brothers. And I've gotten really tired of people trying to give Maglor credit for the good person who Elrond became; in my opinion, Elrond's character may be in part a reaction to his upbringing, but his goodness is more despite Maglor than because of him.

It's fine if you're feeling overexposed to the Fëanoreans - they can be pervasive in the tumblr Silm fandom, but there are still people here who like/focus on other characters!

And if anyone tries to get on your case for feeling tired of the Fëanoreans, block 'em. Life's too short for putting up with it.

#asks

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monstersnmayhem · 2 years

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Soul to Keep by Opal Reyne

For anyone who has extensively read monster romances, you’ll notice a repetition of certain monstrous characteristics within the mc: colorful skin, claws, sharp teeth, sometimes horns, and tails. Spooky enough to scare you at first, but still relatively humanoid. And we love them. But, that’s as monstrous as they get. Most books in the genre are stuck on one level of monster fuckery; humanoid in shape and very, very large, when there exists an entire pyramid of monster lover levels. Is this static enough for hardcore monster fuckers? Where are the monsters so far removed for humanity that you’ll do a double take?

That is one thing I love about a Soul to Keep. By Reyne’s own account, there just isn’t anything quite as similar to skull-faced Orpheus within paranormal romance, and so she took it upon herself to write about a truly monstrous character.

Anyone who loved The Ancient Magus’ Bride will love this book.

Orpheus, a bloodthirsty duskwalker, demands a bride every ten years from a village in exchange for protection, and as the story begins, he is offered Reia: a headstrong social outcast who doesn’t have enough fear in her body to let him intimidate her.

I enjoyed the cute progression of their friendship and their inevitable love story, and I particularly liked that Reia is determined to be self-sufficient. She isn’t a damsel in distress, and she refuses to be treated like she’s fragile.

The pacing of their relationship felt natural. Nothing was rushed and they didn’t jump headlong into fucking. This is a slow burn, and it was refreshing.

The only thing I did not like about this book was the style of writing. I think Reyne would have benefited from an editor to catch all the little errors throughout the book. But not much can change her style, which reminded me of a Wattpad novel. Because of this, I found it hard to get into, but the glowing reviews of some fellow book lovers convinced me to give it a chance. And I’m glad I did. Once the story progressed, I was hooked, and only jolted out of the narrative when some glaring grammatical errors presented themselves.

Set aside your weekend and give this book a try. Enjoy the sweet romance and the wonderfully murderous duskwalker and join me in counting down the days for the next book!

#opal reyne #a soul to keep #fantasy romance #ice planet barbarians #romance #monster fucker #monster romance #the ancient magus bride

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a-ok if neither of these are up your current alley, but I was wondering if you had either a) thoughts on some form of a hollow knight crossover or fusion with Naruto (how would you do it? what would you do?) or uhhhhh b) (as a result of your recent thing about Lore ('illegal underground New York fighting ring') and your slightly less recent thing about modern-au Deidara (underground cage match)), Akatsuki in Lore????? or c) akatsuki dealing with unpleasant noise?? below "immediate murder" level reactions I mean

HELLO

a) Hollow Knight/Naruto fusion concepts

Naruto ninjas as cute little bugs is very exciting! It's fun to think of how their attributes would transfer to the bugs. Gai would be a dung beetle like Ogrim! Or... Oh, Sasori would be a Stalking Devout, like, because of how they are hulking masked creatures in ragged cloaks and then their masks split down the middle when you come too close and they move SO FAST. Kakuzu is a void creature like the Collector, both because he has no organs in there and because their themes of preservation and avarice overlap a lot. Tobirama's got that fluffy mantle... my aesthetic sense says moss knight, but my heart says nailmaster.

The plot is that Hidan is a traitor mantis who has attained higher being status entirely by freak accident and who, having attained freedom of mind, is unconnected to his brethren and believes himself foresaken by his god of dreams and light. So he worships the Void now — not really a more welcoming god — and has set out to personally fight the Radiance. 'Are you taking feedback on this plan?' No. No he isn't.

Okay, okay, not all plots have to be about the Akatsuki... Probably. Let's see. Perhaps we can reimagine the Radiance as a mangekyo sharingan user who has trapped much of the world in an endless tsukoyomi dream? And the story centres on Tsunade wandering through the miserable decay of her home village, learning to wake the infected up and trying to discover what happened through the process.

b) Akatsuki in modern day New York is kind of inscrutable to me, as I've never been there. But I guess if it's like, Akatsuki takes on that general concept....

We could have them systematically hunting down each mortal-for-a-week god and stealing their powers with the death blow. In any city! Perhaps in the elemental nations, actress. Maybe that could be the new way they plan to enforce global peace?

I think I'd have more trouble matching each of the Akatsuki to one of the nine gods used in that novel (Artemis, Athena, Poseidon, Aphrodite, Dionysus, Ares, Apollo, Hermes or Hephaestus) than I would matching them to Hollow Knight bugs! But maybe that could be part of the fun. We'll say they can't decide either, so they draw lots, and Kisame gets Aphrodite instead of Poseidon. Take that, big guy.

c) Construction has been started next to their HQ in Rain on seven separate occasions, and every time the attempt is made the workers just mysteriously don't manage to do the job. Sometimes they wander off in a genjutsu haze and can't explain why. Sometimes they just quit and say absolutely nothing in their exit interviews. Sometimes they're simply never seen or heard from again. Obviously, the construction site must be haunted.

#ask #gendermeh #akatsuki #hollow knight #naurto

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grasshopperdoingdogpaddle · 1 year

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People are asking for random ratings from people so I request a ranking of Chase Young's top 5 attempted murders

Not sure what criteria to use to rank attempted murder... but I'm game?

A lot of the time Chase doesn't bother with actually trying to merk someone since he'd rather use them as pawns or intimidate and rule over them. So I'll only use the genuine, unambiguous times he was definitely trying to end someone's life on-screen.

5 - Jack, by trying to crush him with a boulder

The best part about this one was all the facial expressions we got. From Chase's smug smile as he says he's "finally about to get rid of him" to the look of absolutely shock and disappointment he shares with Wuya when Jack manages to get up. It’s golden, especially coming from someone as composed as Chase. It feels almost like a Swiper "aw man" moment, but about murder instead of petty theft.

He's pretty flippant about holding a life in his hands. He revels in it, in fact, says that Spicer’s painful death has been a long time coming. So seeing him so confused at not actually pulling it off was funny. This isn’t someone who’s used to messing up his assassinations.

Also, it's quite cute how the Xiaolin monks were the ones who saved Jack from this untimely fate.

4 - Raimundo, by almost biting him in half

It is a good thing Clay is a quick thinker, because Chase was really going for it. He was fully primed to bite someone in half for trying to take back Omi.

It gives us confirmation that Chase will eat a human without hesitation, and the moment had some excellent tension in it. A nice quick show of the bond between the monks and how hard they try for each other.

A nice glimpse of how Chase's thoughts, too. The look on his face switching from that smug smirk as he caught the punches, into the murderous glare right before he shifted his dragon form, is very interesting to read into. It’s fun to get that occasional reminder that Chase is capable of being very brutal and evil, just in case him burning down that entire village for a laugh and plunging the world into darkness doesn’t quite doing it.

3 - Guan, by pushing him in the pit of fire

The first time we really see how far Chase is willing to go. It was a neat way to set the tone for what kind of villain Chase Young is, and the scene is definitely harsher in hindsight once we learn the history between Guan and Chase.

The other monks all on the sidelines reacting with such abject horror, and the visible beads of sweat on Guan's face while he struggles, before he finally managed to free himself just in time... This fight felt fun and intense to watch.

2 - Hannibal (disguised as Clay), by pinning him down and trying to stab him in the face

The only time on this list where I was actually rooting for Chase.

Usually Chase’s staff has blades at its ends, so I assume Chase was about to shoot out the blades and stab Hannibal? I’m not entirely sure that would even work on Hannibal, but Chase sure hoped it would.

This whole scene was such a great use of dramatic irony. It hurts all the more that this was their last chance at preventing the evil that is Hannibal Roy Bean from being released into the world and the monks themselves accidentally got in the way. Chase waiting by the temple gate and Ying-Ying being so happy to see Hannibal again that she flies straight to him really elevates the moment. It establishes a lot of interesting dynamics in just a minute.

1 - Dojo, by almost making him into Lao Mang Lone Soup

I love Dojo but this was just too hilarious.

Dojo sat in a simmering pot of soup and still needed more hints to figure out what was happening here.

Chase introduced himself into the story by getting ready to murder Dojo’s legendary dragon, and he even makes a thinly-veiled threat to throw the monks into the soup and eat them, too.

The usually cautious and skittish Dojo has lost his sense of self-preservation because he was given a nice cookie. And Chase has been planning this for apparently so long. Comedy gold, truly.

The animosity between Chase and Dojo is set up and stays consistent for the whole rest of the series after this. Chase puts the blame for his finale plan falling apart squarely on the fact that he was robbed of the chance to eat Dojo then and there.

#Chase Young #Dojo Kanojo Cho #Omi #Master Monk Guan #Jack Spicer #Wuya #Raimundo Pedrosa #Hannibal Roy Bean #Clay Bailey #Xiaolin Showdown #anonymous

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felixcloud6288 · 4 months

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Higurashi: Cotton Drifting Chapter 3

The arc is starting to pull off the supernatural creepiness we saw in the last arc.

These three motorcycles are just the same motorcycle copy/pasted three times and then edited to look like they're leaning over. The middle one has some slight recoloring, but they're all the same

That shot of the Hinamizawa residents is scary as all hell. If this is the first arc you'd read, the arc needed to establish that something is odd about the villagers and this manages to pull that off.

However, we're assured afterward that the villagers all look out for each other. They saw Keiichi in danger so they wanted to help him.

Whether it's intentional or not, that scene actually destroys the entire premise of the last arc. Keiichi thought the village was out to kill him for being an outsider, but we just got a scene where the villagers genuinely consider him to be one of their own even if he only recently moved in. If the village had any open hostility to him, these people wouldn't have stepped in.

And we get the Dam project story again. This time there's a little extra detail about what the residents, particularly Mion's grandma, did to stop it. No murder claims.

And Rena is doing that creepy thing she did last arc where she knows more than she is willing to say. If this is a person's first arc, this shot establishes there is more to Rena than the cuteness obsessed girl she appears to be. If you've been reading this in the intended order, this is a reminder that there is something horribly off about Rena.

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First thing's first: The "Shion" who helped Keiichi and was told him about the Dam project was Mion. The Shion who called him later that night was the actual Shion.

So all that talk about the solidarity and unity of the village is Mion's views, not Shion's.

And her expression when Keiichi leaves is because she's got the confirmation that Keiichi really doesn't see her as a girl. She likely thinks Keiichi thinks they really are two different people. And she's able to have more personal conversations by pretending to be Shion than she was as Mion.

Mion is the heir to the Sonozaki family. Her grandmother presents herself as a cruel, ruthless monster of a human and hides her softer side from public eyes. Mion might be under that same pressure. She's not allowed to be a delicate flower no matter what. And her antics have slammed the door shut on any hope of being as close to Keiichi as she'd like.

But Rena is a close confidant. Mion can share her grief with her and Rena will keep her secrets. But Rena is trying to push Keiichi into understanding Mion's feelings.

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#higurashi when they cry #higurashi no naku koro ni #higurashi no naku koro ni reread

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mavratt · 9 months

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venus looks really cute! what's her story like? id love to hear :D

You have my heart, friend. (This will be long and mostly an info dump but oh well.

Also trigger warnings: death of animals and people, accudental murder

Venus is the latest in a line of specifically chosen immortals (the other two in that post were also immortals) I would get into the whole immortal system but that would go one for a while so here is the gist:

To become an immortal, another immortal has to choose you and present you to the other ones (there are 8 in total right now) and if they all agree, you will become an immortal by touching a cool rock (it's more important than that but again, would go on for a LONG time)

Should probably get this out of the way now: Venus is actually a boy, but doesn't really care about pronouns anyway so its ok. And also their story if very fantasy/medieval, the modern depictions of them is usually just me fucking around but hey, they're immortal soooo anything could go.

Anyway, Venus grew up in a small village in practically "The Midwest" of this continent. His father died shortly after the birth of his younger sister Lucy and without the help of her husband, his mother died a couple of months after him.

Left to raise his sister by himself, the village decided to help and by the time he was 18, she was 8. Both healthy, and Venus tries to repay the village as best he can by taking any odd jobs people want.

One day, one of the immortals visited their village: Ecati, the immortal of the Wind, Sky, Battle, Faith and Serpents (immortals are sort of like gods in this world) and told the village that they were to nominate one person from amongst them to become immortal. And that he would come back in a week to take them back to the capital to make them immortal.

The village chose a boy named Tobias, who Venus really liked for the position (despite Tobias actively stealing Venus's girlfriend and doing some pretty fucked things to him)

Three days before Ecati returned, the village prophet told Tobias that he was not to be the next immortal and to "beware the goat". This, of course, scared Tobias and he quickly became obsessed with trying to stop that from happening, kinda going insane. He gathered some men and killed any goat in and around the village to try and stop his fate. This included Venus's pet goat that he had had for 7 years.

Venus was very upset at his pets death but didn't want to get in Tobias's way so he did the mourning ritual in his house. Part of the mourning ritual is to take a bone of the person or animal and wear it on your person for two weeks. The more important the person/animal was to you, the "more important" the bone you took. Venus took the skull of his dead friend and carefully cleaned it and wore it on a necklace.

On the day Ecati returned Venus and Lucy stood next to their house, which was directly next to the town square, to watch the ceremony. Ecati turned up and was greeted by their leader. Ecati seemed nervous throughout the entire interaction.

As Tobias walked up to Ecati to be presented he caught glimpse of the skull around Venus's neck and kinda snapped. He yelled at Venus, accusing him for being the reason the prophesy existed and accusing him of sabotaging his destiny. Despite Venus's best efforts to calm Tobias down, he wouldn't. Tobias drew his blade and cornered to his house he had no option but to fight back. Venus backed himself up to his house and reached out for anything to defend himself with, his hand gripped wood and Venus swung it.

Hitting Tobias square in the head with a hatchet.

The village went wild, all of them yelling at Venus on behalf of Tobias but they all stopped when Ecati grabbed their attention be transforming into his dragon form. Ecati announced that with the rules set by the other immortals, Venus fairly won in a fight against Tobias and that Venus would be the next immortal.

The village was not happy with this and still tried to kill Venus but Ecati scooped him up and flew him to safety.

He then later became the immortal of War, Intelligence, Fear, Friendship and Farming

And that's Venus's origin story, he has more story but this is the most important one for his character.

I bet this probably wasn't what you expected when you asked for their story, my bad for drawing them so modern lmao. The barbie took over me.

#oc #oc lore #my oc #my oc lore #answering asks #original story #oc story #original characters #original character

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thecrazyworldbuilder · 2 years

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The Cold Vampire Lord BBEG

Can't remember when exactly but I had an idea for a D&D character who is an ice-spell centered vampire caster with noble background.

I can't remember how I named him back then, too, but the idea was that he was a son of a local lord who was the vassal of the king. He went to a mage university because of innate magic talents and was learning there. But as it turned out, the teachers in the university were corrupted and weren't teaching them shit, think Dolores Umbridge, and in fact by the end of education they would end up with no magic skills at all. He started a club of "Real Teachings" and really skilled a couple of categories of magic, but Cryomancy was best for him.

So wibbly-wobbly, when he gets older but is still in the university, he goes psycho and murders all of his class, all teachers, but has mercy on the younger students.

He leaves the university with a carriage of books and tells nothing to his parents.

Time went by, his mother died, he got afraid of death. Fell in love with a maniacal vampire lady, almost got bit by her, but instead he took her own blood for an advance vampiric ritual - if he was converted by her, then he would become her blood vassal, meaning, complete submission to her orders. Instead, he started his own vampiric bloodline and was vassal to no one.

Poisoned his father, inherited the Lord title, hid his vampirism with lots of spells he learnt and even invented for the cause.

I didn't mention it, but the lordly estate is in a mountain valley, with the castle located on the slope of the rock mount.

Climate changes, cold spreads from the heart of the castle/mansion. Eternal winter hits the region, and villagers barely survive, mostly through trading with other estates.

Got himself a harem of vampiric brides (and maybe cute guys?), continued magical experiments and vampiric studies.

Soon enough, massacres started. Due to the cold and lack of direct sunlight, vampires strive in the land. Rivers are frozen, so they can cross the not-flowing waters.

Cave networks and previous lords' dungeons are adapted to accumulate living victims, in ice caverns people are imprisoned and are given bloodletting, as their blood is stored in frozen state or in special containers.

The Cold Vampire Lord bathes in blood, rules his land, and no longer gives respect to the king.

Whoever kills him gets the status of a lord.

I think that would be a great BBEG, since it is a caster with lots of minions (vampires/dhampirs/other undead vampiric creatures), lots of territory (gardens, parks, a fortress, castle, mansion inside the castle walls, the dungeons, caves, hidden places like the seraglio for the lord's concubines and brides, or the mage tower and the library where he kept the arcane books.

Players will have a huge area to explore, lots of scary stuff to see, many NPC villagers-survivors to save and help. And most importantly, the goal is to kill the Cold Vampire Lord, but he sure has greater mobility than the players. Maybe it might be like the "I'm sorry Mario, but the Princess is in another castle!" situation, but still I doubt the players will get tired of this.

Imagine frozen waterfalls and ponds in the estate. The mountains echoing with vampire screams as bat wings whistle just above the party's heads.

The players might get many things, such as magic artifacts and books in the library, lots of levels farmed through killing vampires, entire storyarchs fighting vampirism or trying not to get infected by it.

And a charismatic, dangerous, badass BBEG Cold Vampire Lord to RP as as a DM :D

#dnd idea #d&d idea #dnd homebrew #d&d homebrew #dnd bbeg #d&d bbeg #dungeons and dragons #dungeons & dragons #dungeons and dragons bbeg #dungeons and dragons campaign idea #dungeons and dragons idea

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yuzukult · 2 years

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twenty-five (m) || kmg & reader

title: twenty-five (m) pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader/oc genre: fluff, smut, pregnant!oc, soon-to-be-dad!mingyu, marriage!au, established relationship!au wc: 3.5k summary: it’s mingyu’s birthday but you can’t exactly do what you’ve always done. warnings: smut scene. unprotected + pregnancy sex (i mean,,), oral (m. receiving) a/n: .. i’ve decided i’ll post it before i end up changing my mind about putting this up so,,, enjoy. happy belated birthday mingyu,,,,... :|

You’re tempted to rip this entire closet apart.

Nothing fits—that signature black bodycon dress you wore in college to almost every event, that pretty white top that used to hug your tits so well, and those go-to trousers you’d wear to work that made your ass look perky—nothing fucking fits anymore. That dress can’t hold the capacity that is your stomach, your tits spill out of that white top (unflatteringly too), and how the fuck are you supposed to button your trousers when you’re in your second trimester looking like a whole ass balloon.

But Mingyu thinks otherwise.

He always thinks otherwise.

You should’ve planned ahead, but in honesty, with things happening at work and how shitty you’ve been feeling, the urge to plan something proper wasn’t in the cards. It’s his birthday today and the most you could do was whip up a nice steak dinner at home, get him a bottle of wine that he would indulge for himself and you, then that’s when a last minute thought came to mind that maybe you’ll wear something sexy for him to pull off later.

That is, if it could even fit.

When the fuck could you wear this little ass lingerie? The thong barely passes your thighs and the bra is exposed at the back because you can’t seem to latch it on. The embroidery is cute, to say the least, with black lace and sheer mesh, but when you’ve got a stomach so round that your breasts rest on it, you don’t really feel as cute as you’re supposed to in something like this.

What's with this tutu-like material that hangs over your stomach anyways? It’s supposed to end at your waist, instead stopping in the middle of your tummy with your belly button out.

Hand on the doorframe, you puff your cheeks. It’s exhausting just trying to get it on and it wasn’t even on correctly. This is the only thing that sort of fits because just from the looks of the other tops, they look like they’re straight from a porno with just nipple coverage. Then again, that’s the point, right? To seduce?

But would Mingyu even find you remotely sexy when you can barely even get any of this shit on?

Maybe you should just take this off and wear sweats. He probably wouldn’t want to fuck, but maybe you’ll suck him off or give him a handjob instead—who would want to fuck a pregnant woman?

“Uh, what are you doing?”

Freezing, your feet are rooted into the ground.

His footsteps come closer, his brows furrowed as he peaks into the closet to see your current stance. Back slightly bent, arm resting on the doorframe, your panties at your thighs and your bra unfastened. If anything, you feel zero ounces of sexy in this lingerie that’s supposed to give you confidence.

“Baby?” He calls out; the expression on his face slowly contorts into an adoring one, softening his features as a smile tugs on the edges of his lips. He’s got on a beige dress up shirt with the first few buttons undone with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was returning from some big client meeting for his company, coming home late despite it being his own birthday.

“Baby,” he reiterates, this time more lovingly and less saturated in concern. “What did I do in my past life that I deserve to see my pretty wife trying on lingerie for me on my special day?”

“I don’t know, did you murder someone?”

He chuckles, thick and sweet like honey, arms out to reach for you. “More like, I probably saved a whole village from a huge fire. Maybe I even fed and clothed them.”

You scoff. “I’m not sure if I agree with that. Have you seen me?”

Mingyu pulls you into his embrace, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. “Why do you act like we don’t have sex at least twice a week even when you’re in your sweatpants and hoodie with Cheeto stains on it?”

Flustered, you hide your face into the firmness of his chest. You hated when he got all cheesy like this—which would be all the goddamn fucking time, especially in moments like these when you’re left unsure on how to reply.

“Okay, but everyone has needs and has to get off.”

“I mean, I don’t think I have to fuck to survive, but I do if my wife looks good walking around the house like that.”

Shoving away from him, you give Mingyu a side-eye glare. “I was supposed to try seducing you in this lingerie set but it dawned on me that I should’ve prepared earlier since I can’t wear anything I used to wear.” With a sigh, you reach over to push him out to shut the closet door but Mingyu doesn’t allow that with his hand pressed against the door.

“What are you doing?”

“Changing back into my sweatsuit, duh. What else?”

He blinks blankly. “I don’t care that it doesn’t fit, I’m gonna take it off anyway. Not fitting only means the first step was done for me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shuffle to take off the black lace thong that gets sucked up by your ass instead of complimenting it. “You can just say I’m round and ugly now, I won’t be hurt. My stomach is rounder than those fucking yoga balls.”

Mingyu sighs, tugging on your arm to get you to face him. “Okay, I get it. But I’d never lie to you—one, because I’m slightly afraid of what you’re capable of and two, because I love you. I think you’re beautiful, and yes, your stomach is as big as a yoga ball—”

You shoot a glare.

“—but you’re carrying the product of our love. Our baby. Halfsies on the genes. I’ll always think you’re pretty, and I’ll always love you. You’re also giving up a lot right now, and the fact that you’re still thinking of getting me off when your feet are sore and swollen, when you’re tired from a long day of work—I don’t deserve that.”

Pulling your lips into a straight line, you remain silent for a second.

With Mingyu, even when you’re practically an oompa loompa and could be rolled out of the house, he’d still ask if he could bend you over and fuck you into tomorrow. He’s so blinded by his love for you that you wondered what he drank growing up that made him his way, but seeing as how his parents are, it makes sense.

You’re insecure, and you have every right to be. Your body is changing drastically, you can’t even wear the clothes you used to, and you can’t even reach your toes that well anymore.

But maybe you’ll save all of the worries for another day. Mingyu cherishes and loves you every other day, kissing all the parts of you that you’ve begun to hate—today, you’ll show him how you love him.

“There’s a candlelit dinner downstairs for us,” you say, moving toward him. “Are you hungry yet?”

He swallows when you’re close and the quick shift in your demeanor; arms sliding to rest on his shoulders, your fingers lock behind his neck. “For you, yeah. For dinner, I could wait.”

It doesn’t take long for him to read that look in your eyes because he’s scrambling to take off his shirt. Although it’s snug in all the right places, you admit that him without it is a better sight.

“Take this off,” you command boldly in attempts to push away the heat that creeps up to your cheeks. Hand tugging on the belt loops of his pants, Mingyu quirks a brow at you. “So I can give you your gift.”

Unbuckling his belt, it clangs with each movement. “You sure, baby? We could just get right to it, I don’t need anything special today. Wanna make sure you feel good.”

Hand on his shoulder to regain your balance, you slip out of your panties. “Can you shut up?”

He chuckles. “What’s wrong with a husband wanting to make the love of his life feel good?”

“You’re too sappy,” you shoot back, stuffing your balled thong into his mouth playfully that earns a hearty laugh from his chest. He tosses it to the side, hands at your waist with a cheeky grin. “I’m gonna suck you off.”

His cheeks tint pink. “I—You don’t need to, baby. Your knees are gonna ache.”

For a pregnant woman, you sure are fast.

You’re on your knees before he could stop you, tugging on the hem of his briefs that slide off with ease and his raging boner peeks out. Head red and angry, the tip is leaking with pre-cum, and the thought of him being this turned on just from the sight of you sort of… warms you a bit. He means what he says, and when you look up at him to catch a view, he rests the back of his head against the doorframe with his breath held and his eyes clenched shut.

You pull his cock out, your palms curving to the shape with an innocent look in your irises. “What’s wrong?”

“If I look at you, I might cum too fast.”

Rolling your eyes, you ignore his statement before leaning in with your lips wrapped around the tip of his cock. He stiffens, your palms at the base as you ease the rest of his length into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he says breathily, fingers lacing through his locks. He can’t help himself; you’re so pretty even when the lights in the closet are dim and in need of replacing. He doesn’t curse often, but when he does, it means he’s overflowing with emotion and quite frankly, having the entirety of his dick in his wife’s mouth will do that to him.

Mingyu can’t get over how lucky he is. He’s got you, pregnant with his baby, glowing even on the days you feel the worst, and when you’ve got such a busy work schedule, you always make time for him.

His hips buck into your mouth when you hollow your cheeks, a groan caught in his throat. Lips parted, he gets lost in the warmth, abs flexing when your tongue flicks over the slit. Where did you learn how to suck dick like that? And did you suck anyone else off like this?

Fuck, he curses mentally, getting a little pissed at himself for even thinking of that when the most gorgeous girl in his life is giving him a blowjob.

He can’t help himself though. But he reminds himself who got you pregnant, and the night he swears was the cause of it because your pussy was leaking with your juices mixed with his cum. The sheets were drenched; he recalled the way you got all flustered, covering your face with your hands, but the sight of you was so attractive that he found himself craving for that again.

That’s when you look at him through those alluring curled lashes, how they brush against the highs of your cheeks, hair messy and eyes glassy.

“Get up.”

Pulling away, a pout dresses upon your lips and a breath hitches in his throat. How are you so cute when there’s a string of saliva connecting your mouth and his cock? “What’s wrong? You didn’t cum yet.”

“I know,” he says breathily. “As much as I wanna see my cum in your mouth, it’s my birthday and I have other plans.”

It doesn’t take long, but somehow your night that was supposed to be dedicated to the birthday boy somehow changed the objective to being about you. In all fairness, you should’ve suspected it anyway because this is Kim Mingyu you’re talking about here—he’s your husband, but he’s beyond that. He talks about you like he’s putting you on a pedestal; to him, you’re the sunshine to his gloomy days. You’re the reason for the smile on his face, and the ‘why’ to the laughs that escape from him so easily.

But he doesn’t understand that he is that for everyone else.

He never fails to put other people before himself, and you don’t know what you’ve done in your past life to be loved in the way he loves. Peppering kisses from your jaw down to your neck, he’s got your wrists restrained against the bed, his hands as nature’s handcuffs because his strength is equivalent to a pair. Although doused in his cologne, on a normal day with your queasy hormones, you’d complain about the forty squirts he sprays on himself, but when he’s got his dick out and between your legs, you’re intoxicated by the scent.

“Mingyu,” you gasp when he sucks on that sweet spot behind your ear. Your chest heaves up and down, tugging to leave his grasp. “Let go.”

He does as he’s asked, sitting back in fear that he was too aggressive. Fronts of his brows dipped in confusion, he watches as you struggle up, reaching over to help you—only for you to shove him back down onto the mattress with a plop. A smile tugs on the corners of his lips. “Oh?”

“I’ll top.”

Mingyu chuckles, his pearly white teeth peeking through, head thrown back in delight. “Baby, no offense but you’re pregnant. Your thighs will get tired.”

“I’ll grind on you,” you state firmly, and although he knows you’re more of a pillow princess than anything, he does as he’s told by his wife. Sitting up against the headboard, he pulls his briefs off completely and tosses them elsewhere in your bedroom.

Mingyu pats his thighs in amusement. “Alright then, baby. Sit on me and show me what you got.”

You don’t feel sexy.

Even when Mingyu is looking up at you, eyes twinkling in nothing but infatuation, he sees nobody else but you yet you still don’t feel like the old version of yourself. You don’t fit in those skimpy outfits anymore—yes, the ones that would be too short that you found yourself adjusting the hem every five seconds, but you still felt like a hot bitch in it.

Now? You’ve shoving off that stupid bra from earlier because you can’t get it to fucking stay on.

And it’s like Mingyu reads your mind because he licks his lips, hands guiding you to hover his hardened cock and says, “God, you’re so hot.”

Okay. That makes you feel a little bit better.

The insecurity doesn’t go away with pregnancy, it adds onto it. Watching yourself get bigger is both a blessing and a curse—you desperately miss the you that didn’t have a problem zipping up jeans, your favorite jeans for that matter, but Mingyu insists that you’re still gorgeous the way you are, and you’re even more admirable for carrying the “product of love” for nine months.

Palms pressed down against his chest, you swallow. “I’m heavy,” you warn him, even though with the amount of working out he’s been doing, you know he could handle more than your current weight. With a deep breath, you line yourself up with him before sliding down onto his length and Mingyu lets out a deep groan at the sensation. He fills you up wholly and fogs up your head.

“Fuck, how are you so wet and I haven’t even touched you yet?”

You chew down on your bottom lip bashfully. Pregnancy has done more than made you a ball and surprised you with how much food you’re able to inhale—you’re horny almost all hours of the day. Just watching Mingyu change the other day made you go off the rails.

Leaning back, your hands rest on his thighs behind you. This is the most comfortable position, you think, but Mingyu seems to be too busy gawking at the sight of you like this. “Did I tell you how pretty you look?”

“Always,” you roll your eyes, slowly gyrating your hips. He can’t get his stare off your pussy engulfing him, warm and wet, squelching with each movement that would normally embarrass you. But the soft grunts that escape from him is assuring you that you’re giving the birthday boy what he wants. “Your pretty girl.”

A moan releases from him, hand trailing to squeeze your breast and the other on your waist. It’s so tempting to raise his hips and ram into your wetness, but he also enjoys the pace you’re going—sweet and slow, sinking in this moment with just the two of you. You’re his pretty girl, and your hooded gaze, parted lips, and soft gasps had him inebriated.

Admittingly, you should’ve known your fatigue would hit soon. Most of the time, Mingyu would take the reigns from the beginning and it would be fine, but when you’re on top, the weight of your stomach tends to make you more lethargic, languidly swirling your hips instead of the speed you know he preferred.

Mingyu bends forward when he notices the shift, lips latching onto your nipple as his tongue twirls around the nub. His arms wrap around your frame, pulling you closer with his grip now cupping the meat of your ass, and before you know it, your head is thrown back as his hips move in tandem. The headboard thumps against the wall behind the bed, but Mingyu pays no mind.

He feels so good like this, close and hot, his heated breath against your skin. But part of you wants more—the ravenous side of your pregnancy taking over, groping his arms, and chest before dragging him closer and with all your strength, you topple the two of you over.

Confused with your sudden actions, he gazes at you with concern. Thumb rubbing against his cheeks, you push away the damp strands of hair that stick to his forehead.

With a low, quiet voice, you whisper in his ear.

“Fuck me. Please?”

He’s fast—he’s already got you back flat against the bedsheets, mesmerized by your hair sprawled over the sheets. Mingyu snaps back into reality because he’s got the prettiest girl laid out in front of him patiently, and he doesn’t want you waiting any longer.

Legs up, he takes consideration of how far you can actually go and eases the tip of his cock into your swollen folds. With a slow push, he holds his breath the entire time until he reaches to the hilt, flexing his arms on either side of your frame and you don’t hesitate to have your fingers digging into the flesh.

Buried in you, you feel yourself turn into putty in the palms of Kim Mingyu. He moves hard and deep, learning from all those times you’ve had sex while pregnant that you’re not that delicate, his thrusts are hard enough that the bed continues to hit against the wall and the sound of your skin slapping perks your ears.

The sounds between you two are so lewd—you get so wet now ever since you’ve gotten pregnant (not that he’s complaining), his dick coated and glistening with each drag, and it only tightens his stomach at the view. It’s hard to hold back the whimpers and moans when his cock throbbing inside of you and his dark gaze.

Your tits bounce with every crash of his hips into yours, at this point you don’t put any effort into holding back the moans as you clench yourself around him. Already sensitive, Mingyu can’t help himself when he sees your perky nipples, bending forward to suck on them once more in unison with his cock slamming into your heat. He slides a hand in between you, thumb flicking against the nub when he notices the way your body stiffens. With a gasp, your hands grip onto his wavy locks as he grunts, vibrating against you as your high hits.

He plants gentle kisses against your flushed skin, finally reaching your supple lips with a peck. Forehead pressed to yours, he lifts your waist up just enough before he rams into you, thrusts sloppy with his mouth gaped open as pretty moans depart. Ropes of cum coat your walls, the flashback of that one time comes to mind and he’s quick to pull out and lifts your legs up just barely.

Hair messy, you’re still catching your breath when you notice the way he looks at you with hungry eyes down below. “What?”

He can’t help himself. Scooping the cum that spills from your folds, he shoves it back into you as you let out a whimper. “Keep it inside for me, baby?”

But before you could respond, he gazes up at you with those puppy eyes that sparkle underneath the moonlight that shines through your window.

“For my birthday?”

Rolling your eyes, you pull him close as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. “Fine, fine. Happy birthday. This is your gift.”

“Mm,” he hums, sneaking another kiss against the side of your neck. “Best birthday ever. Love you.”

You flick the side of his head. “Love you, too.”

#kpopsociety #mingyu smut #svt smut #seventeen smut #mingyu fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #gyukultfics

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jaeheewillalwaysbemyfav · 3 years

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Can u make mc is the actual owner of Cerberus when he was a pup but villagers killed him because they thought that he was a monster and what how would the brothers and the undateable react to that when mc started to cry when she saw Cerberus headcanons

Oh Beans! I totally spaced when reading this and only have the brothers.

I'll post what I have here right now, but this will also be on AO3, so if you keep checking/subscribe there, you'll get a notification when I've added the undateables! It might not be for a while though, since I'm about to start school again ^-^;;

Who's a Good Boy?

The Guard Dog of the House of Hades. A vicious, three-headed hellhound that only the fallen Morningstar himself could command. Unfathomably massive. Devourer of demons, angels, and humans alike. Notoriously difficult to groom.

That is Cerberus, Lucifer’s extremely volatile pet named after a figure from Greek mythology for reasons no one truly understands. The creature has struck fear into the hearts of its housemates, and the Devildom at large, for what feels like ages.

So when MC cries upon seeing the wolf-dog for the first time, none of the brothers are especially surprised. How could a human cross such a monster’s path and live, after all?

Except those who weep in fear usually don’t then barrel full-tilt into one of the monster’s furry legs, babbling incoherently about how they thought they’d never see him again.

One of Cerberus’ heads leans down to the human, and the brothers panic, fearing the worst. It opens its mouth, revealing razor sharp fangs—

And licks MC’s entire body in a saliva-filled canine kiss. Now covered in tears and drool, MC laughs as they shake themself off, teasing the hellhound by saying that they already showered today, thank you very much.

“So, did you miss me as much as I missed you?” they ask, giving Cerberus’ central head some under the chin scritches (the only part of its head they can currently reach).

Cerberus boofs loudly, enormous tail waving back and forth at an increasingly hazardous pace.

Lucifer

What.

Lucifer is dealing with a Lot right now. He almost lost the exchange student to his own dog, except apparently Cerberus used to belong to MC?! How?!

He orders Cerberus to back away from the human, part of him still convinced that this is somehow a combination of MC being mistaken and Cerberus playing with its food, but the hellhound actually growls at him and picks MC up by the back of their shirt, tossing them onto its back.

MC, in response, finds new places to scritch.

He stares at the scene for a few minutes, unable to process what his life has become.

Later, once Cerberus finally agrees to let MC leave, they explain to him that Cerberus used to be a puppy in the human world.

Obviously, he was immediately noted as strange due to his three heads, and the people of MC’s village believed him to be an omen of death. MC themself didn’t care, and just saw “lil’ Cerb” as a puppy like any other, albeit an exceptionally drooly one.

He used to be more or less normal dog-sized, but it quickly became obvious that Cerberus was growing fast, and would be much larger than even a wolf by the time he was done. He also became harder and harder to hide.

Unfortunately, one night they awoke to poor Cerberus being chased out into the night by a mob, never to return.

They assumed the worst, mourned, and got on with their life as best as they could. But seeing Cerberus— they knew it was the same dog as soon as they saw him — brought all those emotions right back to the surface.

It’s not hard to adapt to these strange circumstances. Lucifer is actually quite relieved to have someone who is both willing and able to safely help him in caring for Cerberus, and both MC and the hellhound delight in each other’s company.

Lucifer also won’t deny the pride he feels upon seeing MC, the one he loves, getting along so well with his son dog.

Mammon

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The P A N I C of seeing MC within bite-chomp-murder-kill distance of Cerberus nearly killed Mammon.

What the hell is he supposed to do against that furball?! MC’s dead meat, a chew toy, he can’t save them again—

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY D O I N G ? !

Torn between passing out from fear and yelling about how brave and cool HIS human is!

So he kinda just… stands there, slack-jawed, as MC finds a spot on the creature that makes it thump its leg so hard the ground shakes.

Already he’s cooking up ways to use MC’s Cerberus-taming powers to get into all kinds of Shenanigans

Except he quickly learns that while Cerb is much more gentle with MC, it won’t let them distract it from its duties.

Has this resulted in MC semi-unwillingly riding Cerberus as it chases a terrified Mammon throughout the Devildom? Possibly~

Though when MC explains to Mammon how Cerberus used to be their dog, and what had happened to him… He can’t help but feel a touch more sympathetic to the hellhound.

Only a little bit though. It still does try and tear him apart whenever he gets too close, after all.

Leviathan

Levi’s fear metamorphoses into awe much faster than the others’. MC LOOKS SO COOL!! Riding the mighty Cerberus like a steed!

He desperately wishes he had the art skills to capture this iconic moment forever. But alas, a camera will have to do.

It’s a pretty good picture, the comparatively small human sitting on Cerberus’ back like something straight out of a fantasy novel. Levi even has a shot of them accidentally scritching a spot that makes Cerberus breathe fire (like a furry dragon!)

100% gets super emotional when MC tells him how they originally had— and lost— Cerberus as a puppy. It reminds him of his precious Henry 1.0 in some ways…

Begs MC to let him post the photos he took, along with their story as the caption. It’s just too good! It’s exactly like that arc in My Adventurer Boyfriend Keeps Adopting the Monsters He Beats in Combat and Now We’re Running Out of Space to Keep Them!

Like Mammon, Levi also quickly learns that just because he unlocked Cerberus’ tragic backstory, doesn’t mean that the hellhound will treat him any differently.

But sometimes, after a long “walk” with MC, the massive creature will be mostly asleep. And then, his hand shaking, MC will guide Levi to pet Cerberus’ flank. Its tail swishes softly, Levi’s own swaying in response.

Satan

He shakes his head and laughs, torn between relief, awe, shock, and lingering horror for MC’s safety. Of course they can tame even the ferocious Cerberus…

Guess all sorts of angry monsters like MC, huh?

He definitely wants to hear the story of MC owning Cerberus in the past, but first he’s going to drink in the absolutely dumbfounded expression on Lucifer’s face.

Toooootally doesn’t cry upon hearing MC’s story with Cerberus. No way, he’s still a cat person, he swears!

...No one is allowed to comment on Satan’s various burn injuries that occur over the next few weeks.

Not if they don’t want to be left with worse.

Asmodeus

OH SHIT!! Also, ewwwww

Once the fear for MC’s safety subsides, Asmo can appreciate the cuteness and hilarity that is MC with Cerberus. Truly no one is immune to their charms it seems, and their affections know no bounds.

...Is it that same quality that allows MC to continue to care for him and his brothers despite their past actions?

Asmo claims that the smoke from Cerberus’ fire breath is getting into his eyes, prompting him to leave. He has a good long stare-at-a-wall crisis for a bit.

Learning MC and Cerberus’ story only makes him mushier. Their tragedy got a happy ending after all!

As much as he loves MC’s charms, he still insists that they de-drool themself before touching him or any of his things. It stinks like brimstone!

Now if they need any help getting clean… That he can oblige~

Beelzebub

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH part 2

As one of the physically stronger brothers, when Lucifer’s not available it’s Beel’s job to groom Cerberus. He knows how dangerous that mutt is.

But apparently not for MC “Knows No Fear” over there!

As Cerberus continues to remain docile in MC’s presence, Beel starts to appreciate the cuteness of a human and their giant hellhound.

Unabashedly mushy upon hearing MC’s story about Cerberus. The themes of losing a loved one, only to find them much later in a new form… it kinda hits a little close to home for him.

(It’s not a perfect analogy: Beel knows MC isn’t Lilith, but having them as part of her legacy is undeniably cathartic. It’s why he doesn’t share these exact feelings with them, since he knows they’re uncomfortable with being compared to her excessively. Still, he can’t help but note the comparison.)

Naturally, he’s also very happy to have a very useful partner for grooming Cerberus. That living nightmare turns into an overgrown puppy whenever MC’s around. It’s much easier, and much safer, to work with this way.

Plus, it means he gets some quality time with MC! And there’s nothing quite like the fond smiles they share with him during these moments.

Belphegor

He has got to be dreaming. No way is this actually happening— nope, Mammon just stepped on his foot, and that hurt, he’s awake.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Does MC not fear death? Is that it? Did that part of their brain just completely shut down when he killed them?!

Unlike the others, he can’t really shut down his panic. Sure, right now Cerberus is acting all cuddly, but that could change on a dime. That dog only listens to Lucifer, and right now all Lucifer is doing is staring gormlessly at it!!!

He nearly loses his hand trying to pull MC away from the creature (which it naturally did Not appreciate).

“Belphie, wait! It’s okay,” MC reassures him even as smoke blows out of Cerberus’ nostrils.

They explain their history with the hellhound, how they rescued it as a puppy and then lost it to the angry and frightened people of their village.

Belphegor can’t help but recall their expression when he told them about his imprisonment, the outrage there mingling with a much older emotion. Is that why they were so quick to help him?

He’s still wary of Cerberus. He refuses to be fooled by any facades the creature may be putting up.

But one day, MC invites him to one of their “playdates”. Cerberus watches him like a hawk, growling when he first approaches, but MC just shushes and soothes the monster until it allows him closer.

And maybe, after a few tense minutes, the pair begin to relax around each other.

And maybe, Lucifer has a picture of MC and Belphegor curled up in Cerberus’ fur as the three take a mid-afternoon nap.

And maybe, Belphegor lets him keep it.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me cerberus #obey me scenarios #mine #my writing #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #mc

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wallflowerimagines · 3 years

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Hi! I looove your posts! Thank you so much for sharing your writing!

I was wondering… could you maybe write about the Four Lords with a shy S/O that gets bold and defensive when someone insults the lords? or calls them names? And the Lord’s reaction to the S/O acting different? Dk if im explaining myself >.<

Again! Love your work! Have a great day!

We stan protective partners on this blog!!

Warnings: uh...insults? They're pretty over the top😅 Also swearing.

Alcina Dimitrescu

Honestly, Alcina is more than able to defend herself.

She's got a tongue like a viper, and the thickest skin imaginable. If you really want to hurt her feelings, you have to be someone whom she already respects to a certain degree, or she won't even be phased.

Still, when she leaves a room, there's always some idiot that thinks it's a smart idea to talk shit.

Maybe it's a maid, maybe it's a guest in the Castle, but either way you're not having it.

"God, you're annoying." There was a pause before they opened their mouth again, and you rolled your eyes. "No please, by all means, continue to share your lack of taste with the rest of us."

You disassemble this dumbass, starting small with comments about their personality (trying to keep it classy), but escalating the more they choose to double down on the comments.

Alcina comes back into the room to find you practically screaming at this asshole.

"Look, all you have accomplished here today is revealing that you are a fundamental disappointment on every possible level. My life is worse now that I've heard you open your mouth, you disrespectful, shit licking worm fucker."

Alcina is stunned. You do not give off "aggressive guard dog" vibes at all, yet here you are defending her tooth and nail. While she had seen brief moments of your inner strength and protective streak (mostly towards her daughters) she just...never thought you would do the same for her.

It's not because she doesn't trust you or love you! But nobody has ever done something like this for her before? Ever? She's never had anyone try to protect her--not physically, and not even verbally. She's been so independent for so long that it's... Strange to see you support her so openly.

She doesn't need you to do this for her, she doesn't even expect it, but you do it anyway for no other reason than the fact that you love her. You want people to give her the respect she deserves.

I'm going to be real here: Alcina has never been closer to swooning before in her life. You're overcoming your shyness because you believe in her so much-- it's not a gesture meant to be romantic, but Alcina can't help but see this as a massive statement of your commitment to her.

Seriously. This is such a massive thing for her that if proposals weren't already on her mind, she is mentally picking out a ring for you the minute this happens.

Then, of course, she glides into the room, kisses you until you're breathless and babbling, and smirks at the unfortunate peon who thought they could get away with insulting House Dimitrescu.

She's in such a good mood that she's considering going easy on the idiot. Maybe removing their tongue would be enough of a warning?

Donna Dimitrescu

You don't really know how it's possible but apparently some people don't like Donna Beneviento? Some people think she's scary and unpleasant????

Wild. Can't imagine what that's like.

The two of you are honestly the sweetest, most toothrottingly adorable couple-- blushing when you hold each other's hands, sneaking glances at each other across rooms, giving each other kisses and forgetting whatever was on your mind...

Honestly, anybody who's critical of your relationship with your girlfriend is just a hater. Fuckers can pound sand😤

Still, you are pretty shy, so it takes a lot for you to defend yourself if someone comments about you. It can take a lot of courage to stand up against rude remarks, and sometimes it's easier to walk away.

Defending Donna, on the other hand?

The minute someone even thinks about dismissing her, you are ready to throw hands.

"My lovely girlfriend already said no, meaning you're either deaf or too stupid to pick up on simple social cues," you purse your lips and give the rude and pushy Villager a patronizing once over. "You and your opinion are equally useless. Get the fuck away from us."

Donna blinks.

She... Was not expecting this??? At all?? You're so nice! You always tell her about your attempts to avoid confrontation! What's going on??? How did you get the guts to say what she's always wanted to say?

Meanwhile, Angie is LIVING.

The little doll chimes in to assist you with the verbal homicide, working as a tag team to absolutely murder this moron. She's half partner, half hype man, and is so excited to do this with you. Normally, she has to protect Donna all by herself, but she's relieved and reassured that you stepped in first.

'USELESS IS TOO NICE, THOUGH! THAT IMPLIES THEY AREN'T A POINTLESS, RANCID, LONELY FREAK. THEY LOOK LIKE THEY CRY WHEN THEY MASTURBATE.'

You high five Angie, still glaring daggers at the unfortunate villager.

The two of you continue to ream into the villager, while Donna hovers nearby.

As surprised as she is, she's also grateful. She's only really ever had Angie to help shield her from insults and disrespect (and occasionally inducing horrifying hallucinations that make people claw off their own skin), but having you in her corner makes her feel safe.

Not to get totally sappy, but you're like her knight in shining armor in a lot of ways. And the fact you two are so similar is really motivating-- She wants to one day be confident enough to return the favor. Until then, she's happy to watch her two favorite people have fun insulting some stranger ❤️

Salvatore Moreau

With you being so shy, Salvatore is surprised how often he takes the lead in your relationship.

He's not normally all that outgoing, but you seem to bring out a side of him that's very protective. Whenever you have a bad day he wants to bundle you up and keep you safe from the world.

If he so much as holds your hand you start stuttering and avert your gaze. It creates a feedback loop where you both get flustered, but Moreau has never felt steadier. Despite your shyness, you make sure he knows how much you love him.

You're sweet as pie and twice as kind--Salvatore is the luckiest man in the world, nobody can convince him otherwise 💕💕

So it comes as a total shock that when a passing fisherman spits in your path and calls him a freak, your entire demeanor does a 180.

Your posture straightens and you look the villager dead in the eye, "I don't believe anyone asked your opinion."

Salvatore: 😳

This is not the time, and he totally knows it, but, uh, something about your tone??? Really does it for him???

While he's attempting to process why exactly he's starting to short circuit, you proceed to verbally shred this person to bits with clinical efficiency-- nothing is off limits.

They might try to defend themselves, but it's useless. You do not let up.

"Ugly? Monster? Bitch your teeth are throwing gang signs, don't throw stones from your shining glass house."

You insult their appearance, what they're holding, their smell-- you get so fucking mean that you might even make them cry.

Moreau is just lost right now, trying hard to figure out how exactly you were able to gain all of this confidence so quickly.

He's not upset! In fact he's very flattered! But, he also doesn't want you to get into a fight with some unimportant stranger. (After all, if they so much as throw a punch, they're straight up dead. Moreau is a patient man, but he's not that patient. You do not hurt his partner and live to tell the tale.)

He may a healer but...

Eventually he steps between you and the fisherman in an attempt to deescalate the situation, but you just kiss him on the cheek and step around him, determined to make your point.

Blushing hard, Moreau lets you do what you want. What can he say? Fish man likes himself a protective partner 💞

Karl Heisenberg

Magnet Man is not the most social guy to begin with, so any opportunities you have to stick up for him are already pretty slim.

He mostly knows you as the shy, sweet, easily flustered partner that lets out a cute squeak every time he sneaks up to hug you from behind.

Karl's honestly happy just to spend time with you all alone in the Factory. It's not the best or healthiest mindset, but he'd be perfectly content to only ever see you for the rest of his life. Spending time with anybody else feels like a boring waste in comparison.

But occasionally, you do head out into town with him. Heisenberg wants you to be safe so he doesn't do it often, but running errands with you is a weakness of his. It's domestic in a way that he's never experienced before.

He likes it ❤️

What he does not like is the shopkeeper starting to give their opinions on the quality of your relationship with him.

Most insults Karl will let slide because he doesn't particularly care. However if anyone makes a comment on how scared (shy) you look around him, how you must be being threatened into being with him, how poorly Lord Heisenberg is treating you...he won't stand for it.

But before his fingers can even twitch towards his hammer, you snap.

"You're clearly the blindest cocksucker I've ever met--so wipe the cum out of eyes and mind your own fucking business."

Karl does a double take.

He's heard you curse before, but quietly. The words coming out of your mouth are WILD right now, he has NEVER seen you so angry. You're defending him with the aggression of a wild animal, and it's simultaneously HILARIOUS, but for some reason he's also getting a warm fuzzy feeling in his chest?

He doesn't need you to protect him like this, but seeing you blatantly argue how much you love and cherish him in public reassures him in a way he didn't know he needed.

Still, hearing you call the shopkeeper "shit for brains" is the funniest thing that's happened in years.

Heisenberg starts laughing, and the more you shout at the idiot, the harder he laughs. Is it weird how hard he wants to kiss you right now?

Eventually, he just has to drag you away, cackling as you continue to shout insults at the unfortunate shopkeep. There's got to be an alley around here for some good old fashioned privacy 💕

#lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x reader #donna beneviento x reader #salvatore moreau x reader #karl heisenburg x reader #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil 8 #resident evil #alcina dimitrescu #donna beneviento #salvatore moreau #angie beneviento #karl heisenberg #angie the doll #swearing #insults

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lok-thuum · 2 years

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if chrollo played animal crossing, some headcanons:

— probably has one of the cool exclusive switch models because shalnark saw it at gamestop and the troupe pitched in to buy (steal) it for him for his birthday

— chrollo plays animal crossing simply because other games confuse him too much. for someone who's so quick-witted and intuitive, he sure does struggle with figuring out the controls. he tried minecraft once. once.

— something he doesn't understand at first is that things reset daily and that you have to sell things to earn money; "what do you mean i can't steal this from nook's cranny? absurd." he will continue to smack rocks with his shovel until it breaks, convinced he can get more stones out of it... somehow.

— that being said, he definitely cheats. you would catch him with his nose buried in the game in the middle of winter, but it's clearly autumn in the game. you would look at him with an eyebrow raised, and he'd say the snow made his island look ugly and he refused to deal with it any longer. understandable!

— probably spends real life money on deepweb animal crossing websites, making shady ass trades with randos on the internet to earn an absurd amount of bells and rare furniture

— if you asked him who his favorite villager was, he'd give you a pensive look before bit of panic set into his eyes. he hadn't thought about that. what was the point in choosing a favorite? there were far too many to pick from, he thought.

"does tom nook count?"

you knew he simply chose tom, because not only is Tom a tanuki (just like him) but he's probably the only character who's name he ever remembers. "sure, chrollo," you chuckle, "that counts"

— his island's native fruit is apples or cherries :) but he tries really hard to collect all of them !! definitely has a bamboo forest going that he's very proud of.

— surprisingly good at decorating the homes. happy home academy loves him

— his video game interests are slim, but when he's into it, he's a completionist. dedicated to collecting every fossil, bug, creature, artwork, and recipe. especially the artwork. when redd comes to visit, chrollo doesn't realize that he sometimes sells forgeries. upon realization that he spent his hard earned bells on fake art, he nearly throws his switch across the room. his google search history then looks something like :

"how to kill in animal crossing"

"acnh murder in game"

"how to steal from redd anch"

"using nen on acnh", and

"how to kidnap and hold animal crossing villagers for ransom"

— he's a fairly brave man, but few things scare him more than, ironically, the in-game spiders. he tried to catch a tarantula once, but when it jumped him and knocked his character out, he decided then and there he'd never go near one of those things again.

"chrollo, those things sell for like 8,000 bells. it's worth it to try and catch them..."

"and put myself and my island residents at risk?" he would retort, entirely serious. he genuinely believes that you can die in the game and lose all of your save data, because phinks told him so, and it's funnier this way. no one on the troupe wants to break it to him.

"this isn't greed island, dear.... it's.... animal crossing....."

"precisely. this is much higher of a risk."

— his eyes genuinely teared up when he got knocked by wasps. you thought you saw a tear slide down his cheek. but the sigh of relief he emitted when his character woke up again was rather cute

— when he figured out you could do face paint, he immediately made his little tattoo as a design. he needed your help, a lot of help, but it turned out pretty nice. the frustration of navigating his boomer technology knowledge washed away when you saw the smile on his face once it was accomplished. worth it.

in conclusion, i just think it would be neat. :)

#hxh #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #headcanon #chrollo hcs #hxh chrollo #chrollo x reader #just a little bit #animal crossing #acnh #gamer boyfriend

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stardustprompts · 3 years

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the burning god - r.f kuang sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw : ptsd , addiction , death , murder , nsfw , language

‘do you think I’d ever let anything happen to you?’

‘you’re terrified. that’s why you’re fidgeting. you’re scared.’

‘soldiers are worth more than civilians, it’s just math.’

‘don’t cut off the head of the snake if you can tame it.’

‘none of this— our villages, our people, our freedom— will survive under their intended world order’

‘i’m the least terrible option you’ve got.’

‘I don’t mean to call you stupid, because I love you, but that plan is so stupid.’

‘i’m not sorry for this. you shouldn’t have gotten in my way.’

‘that wasn’t an insult. just being frank.’

‘they’re bullies. weakness is what they want to see.’

‘bad moral is a big weapon. don’t underestimate it.’

‘i’ve gotten you this far. trust me just a little longer.’

‘i’m not crazy right? this is clearly a trap?’

‘how do you think history will judge me if I throw away it’s fate for one person?’

‘it felt like you’d put the universe back in place. like you were balancing the scales. didn’t it?’

‘you don’t fix hurts by pretending they never happened. you treat them like infected wounds and then, maybe, you have a chance to heal.’

‘it’s not justice, it’s chaos.’

‘this is a revolution. it’s not a fucking tea party.’

‘cut me a fucking break. i’ve been fleeing for my life.’

‘I shouldn’t have counted on his virtue. but he didn’t count on my survival.’

‘they’re never gone. do you understand? they still come for you in your sleep. only this time they’re dream-wraiths, not real, and there’s no escape from them because they’re living in your own mind.’

‘your pain will always be mine.’

‘i’m not living my whole life like a beast on a leash.’

‘I should kill you. why can’t I kill you?’

‘you don’t behave rationally around her, you never do.’

‘’all right’ is not a term anyone would use to describe you.’

‘I used to hate myself for living, too. I didn’t think it was fair that I’d survived. that others had died in my place.’

‘it’s not fair. I should be in the ground with them.’

‘it doesn’t go away. It never will. but when it hurts, lean into it.’

‘this life you’ve chosen, you won’t get many moments like this again. but it’s the nights like this that keep you alive.’

‘give up, darling. trust me, this is easier. this is so much easier.’

‘you know, I think I’ve figured out where you get all that self - righteousness.’

‘their blood is on you. you killed them.’

‘I hate you. I wish we were all dead.’

‘do you think he loved you? do you think he ever loved you?’

‘this story will end. the way it was always meant to.’

‘I just want to sit for a second. in peace. can I do that?’

‘I don’t know, I thought maybe— maybe they’d realize that they need me.’

‘you are so bad at this. it’s cute.’

‘people are attracted to power, darling. they can’t help themselves. power seduces. exert it, make a show of it, and they’ll follow you.’

‘I killed him. and I don’t feel bad about it.’

‘stop pretending to care about ethics, it’s embarrassing.’

‘at some point, you’ll have to convince yourself that you’re above right and wrong. morality doesn’t apply to you.’

‘fear turns into despair, despair to panic, and then panic into utter submission. it’s incredible, the power of psychological warfare.’

‘knowing what I’ve done? yes, it hurts. unlike anything you could ever imagine.’

‘they want to erase us. they want to make us better, to improve us, by turning us into a mirror of themselves.’

‘any culture or state that diverges is necessarily inferior. we are inferior, until we speak, dress, act, and worship just like them.’

‘people pay you less attention when you don’t leave a trail of bodies in your wake.’

‘i’m just telling you what’s right in front of you. you know I’m right.’

‘you seem to have mistaken me for a dullard.’

‘it’s a tragedy we’re on different sides. you know that. we would have been so good united.’

‘he’s tried a million different things to break me. but he should have remembered he never figured out how.’

‘lost my mind for a bit. just starting to get it back now.’

‘you think we should just surrender. that we’d be better off under their rule.’

‘that’s the implication of your logic. and I won’t accept that. I can’t.’

‘i’m sure you said whatever you needed to to get them off your back. I don’t care about that.’

‘everything you do convinces them you should not exist.’

‘I did what I had to do to give him the only chance at peace he’d ever get.’

‘you are the worst thing to happen to this country. these people deserve better than you.’

‘you were only ever fighting to survive. I was fighting to win.’

‘we don’t need peace right now. we need blood.’

‘I don’t know what’s insane anymore. I just hope you know what you’re doing.’

‘there is no turning back. i’ve waited too long for this.’

‘I can’t take that from him. not even if he’s happier like this.’

‘there’s more, there’s something you’re not telling me, I deserve to know.’

‘let go of the man you remember. you’re never going to get him back.’

‘in times like these, you can’t let sleeping threats lie.’

‘if we ever feared him, it was because he was great, and great rulers always inspire fear in the hearts of the weak.’

‘you don’t get to forget. whatever you did, you don’t deserve to forget.’

‘she’s not a person anymore. she’s rage.’

‘it’s not just about the enemy. it’s about what the world looks like after.’

‘you’re trying to protect your people. I understand that. but I’m trying to protect mine.’

‘i’m not crawling into oblivion with a whimper, and you should have known that before you came here.’

‘I don’t care what else happens up there. but you come back to me.’

‘what’s this? finally developing a conscience?’

‘I know what you did. I know everything. and I don’t care. the past doesn’t matter. ____ is in danger now, and I need you.’

‘nature can’t be altered. only held at bay.’

‘don’t take on the burden of an entire nation. it’s too heavy. and you aren’t strong enough.’

‘you should know by now that when you leave your enemies alive, wars don’t end.’

‘she told me I’ll never be afraid again.’

‘that’s power. and you’re not giving that up. I know you. you’re me.’

‘I know how humiliation feels. keep your secrets if you want. but there’s nothing you can say that will make me think any less of you.’

‘i’m not going to survive this war.’

‘do you want me to say I’m sorry?’

‘what did I tell you? you were never meant to serve.’

‘if you try that shit, I will kill you.’

‘good luck. don’t do anything stupid.’

‘keep down. and when you get the chance, run.’

‘you never want to hurt them. but you have to. you have to put them through hell, because that’s the only way anyone else will survive.’

‘I would have spared them if I could have.’

‘I wasn’t a person to you, I was a weapon, and you needed me to work.’

‘it’ll never stop hurting.’

‘you love them like your own family, and a knife twists in your heart every time you watch one of them die.’

‘see this through to the end. that’s the least you own to the dead.’

‘I wish things had been different.’

‘I so hate when you’re right.’

‘you kill me and you accomplish nothing. your world as you know it will end.’

‘i’m not going to kill you. you don’t deserve that.’

‘why does everyone think this war is over. am I the only one with eyes?’

‘it’s hard to prioritize the enemy that you can’t see.’

‘don’t call me crazy.’

‘you are being crazy. you’re acting like a fucking maniac. shut up for a moment and face the fucking facts.’

‘they can’t do this to me. I was supposed to win.’

‘we built an entire nation. we don’t have to let it collapse.’

‘what he wants is what we all want, which is to stop killing our own people.’

‘we’re about to have the world we fought for. can’t you see it? it’s so close, it’s just over the horizon.’

‘you can come back. I’ll bring you back. we’re in this together.’

‘we’re trying to broker a peace here. let’s not start off with death threats, shall we?’

‘i’m just trying to make this less painful for everyone involved.’

‘you can’t do this for me. I won’t let you.’

‘it’s not for you. it’s not a favor. it’s the cruelest thing I could do.’

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Cigar Smoke and Metal-Karl Heisenberg x Reader

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Chapter 8 “Something more than friends, eh?” He finally spoke after a long silence.

“For… forget I said that. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Sure you didn’t, sweetheart. I know, I know, I’m a hunk. Ladies just can’t get enough of me.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He expected you to come back with a clever quip, but all you did was go back to cleaning.

“Miranda did not send me, for the record.” You said after a while.

“To be fair, it is summin’ that she would do.”

“Why do you call her mother if she is so awful to you? The stuff you told me is just…” you trailed off. “Not right.”

“Not like I had a choice.” He paused. “There you go again, gettin’ me to tell you things I won’t tell anyone.”

“Well, you have the same effect on me…” you mumbled, recalling your earlier comment.

“Truth is… I’ve never met anyone like ya’, buttercup.”

“You’ve also lived in this village all your life…”

“Yes, but what I’m saying is… is…” he took a breath, trying to make sense of what he was thinking. You were the first person to ever break down his walls, without even meaning to. He could tell you anything. He could talk to you for hours. He had all these new feelings when you were around— feelings he couldn’t quite express. His brain, though tremendously large, had a tendency to freeze when it was put in stressful situations such as this one. “Ugh. Screw it.”

He grabbed your shoulders and kissed you. Metal flew around you, creating sparks in the air. Your entire body seemed to fill with these same sparks, the feeling of his lips on yours lighting up your nerves. Timidly, you began to kiss him back.

He pulled away, looking into your eyes.

“You really are some kind of witch.”

“…” you were currently unable to form words.

The metal flying around you settled.

“You’re cute when you blush. Gonna have to make you do that more often.” He cupped your cheek in his palm.

You wrapped your arms around his frame and enveloped him in a hug, something you’ve wanted to do for a long time.

Karl completely froze in place; a whole new series of emotions and sensations were overwhelming his already overwhelmed brain.

When he didn’t hug you back, you pulled away. “… is that not allowed?”

“Do it again” he muttered.

Is he really that touch-starved? Well, he had to be, considering he was locked in this horrible place for what had to be decades. You remembered a time when you were small, a time you had tried to forget. You just needed a hug, but no one was there. It was awful. How many times had he felt like that? How many times had no one been there for him?

I promise, Karl. I promise I’ll be there for you however I can.

You humored him with another hug, which this time he reciprocated with slightly shaky hands.

“How ironic that the first woman to stay alive in my factory for more n’ a week falls head over heels for me, eh?” He mumbled in a joking tone.

“I dunno. You aren’t exactly a charmer.”

He laughed at your comment.

“I’m sorry I made you think I was working for Miranda.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry for.”

You stood there in silence for a long while, holding each other, before the rumble of your stomach pulled you both out of the trance.

“Hungry, sweetie?”

“I guess so.”

He picked you up gently and walked toward the elevator.

“I can walk, you know.” You sighed, leaning your head against his chest.

“And I can carry you, dollface.” He smirked at you as the elevator began its ascent.

You rolled your eyes as you shifted in his arms. “If you’re going to carry me around like this all the time, you’ll need to wash that coat of yours.”

“No.”

“It’s almost as dirty as your mind. It needs to be washed.”

“No.”

As much as you hated it, the scent of the coat had started to grow on you. It was him. Cigar smoke and Metal. The blood, sweat, and tears of a tireless engineer working towards his goal. Countless failed experiments and even more successful ones. Murders. Electricity. It was him. It was Karl.

“Summin’ on your mind, sweetheart?” He asked as he set you down on the kitchen table.

“No.” You hopped onto the floor and got out leftovers for lunch.

He watched you as you heated up the food, once again entranced by your every movement. He swore to himself to protect you as long as you were here. He couldn’t lose anyone else. Especially not you. Especially not to Miranda.

“Just so I know what I’m competing with… what’s your normal type?”

“Not anything like you, that’s for sure.”

“Never seen anyone quite like me, eh?”

“Usually in my country, you stay away from stinky hobo men.”

He laughed. “You’ve got spunk, sugar.”

“So I’ve been told… where I’m from, that isn’t exactly desirable in a person.”

“Really? Your fight is one of the hottest things about you.”

You blushed. “Really?”

For the rest of the meal, he did nothing but talk about what he found attractive about you… which lead into talking about everything attractive about himself. All of which you had already noticed.

This stupid metal hobo is making narcisism attractive…

You couldn’t help but listen, though. When he talked, especially about himself, he got this fire in his eyes that you simply couldn’t ignore. It entranced you nearly every time he opened that pretty mouth of his,

After lunch, he wanted nothing more than to be with you. So, you decided to teach him the art of cuddling. You put on a movie and laid on the couch. He laid beside you, and you wrapped your arms around him. “You’re a good little spoon, Heisenberg.”

“Why do I have to be little spoon?” He grumbled, unhappy that he wasn’t in charge of the situation.

“Because you’ve never cuddled before. Someone’s gotta show you how.” You said with a smile. “Besides. I can play with your hair from back here.” You began to braid his hair into cute little pigtails.

“Tch.” He chuckled in spite of himself.

You both allowed yourselves to drift off in each other’s arms, both happier than either of you had been in a long time.

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King of Hearts

Synopsis: The king of hearts has a very special surprise planned for his queen. Heavy inspiration from Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass.

Warning: murder

Word Count: 4.5k

Pairing: fem!reader x king!Chan

The throne room looks best at night when the moonlight spills through the giant glass windows and illuminates the wall of weapons behind the throne. It is an odd array of mostly clubs, maces, and swords, but dead center in the wall and above the plush red velvet seat of the king is a heavy double-bladed axe. Crafted and honed to be as sharp as a diamond knife, it is the perfect tool for executions.

Tomorrow evening it’s gleaming, polished surface will splattered with the blood of a queen.

The king allows himself to admire his collection of weaponry for another minute before returning to his bedchambers where his wife is surely missing his warm presence.

“Good morning, sweet tart,” your husband purrs into your ear. “It’s a special day today.”

You have been awake for the past hour, pretending to be fast asleep when you were actually sneaking glances of Chan in various states of undress. However, you keep your eyes closed and your breathing steady, knowing that he will start planting kisses down your jaw if you’re not awake soon.

“I know you’re not really sleeping,” he continues. He taps the corner of your mouth, and you try not to smile. “I saw you looking earlier.”

You give up the charade and sit up. “Can you blame me?” you grin. “You always dress so nicely for court trials. How many are on the agenda today?”

“Four,” he replies, pulling you closer to him. You playfully squirm in his embrace, and he placates you with exactly four kisses on the crown of your head. “Will you be attending?”

You sink into him and wish you could stay there all day. Just the thought of your own schedule tires you. “I have to ‘entertain’ my sister.”

Chan’s throaty chuckle rumbles against your cheek. “Just until dinnertime, sweet tart. Then you’ll be free.”

“I know. Thank goodness she’ll be busy after dinner.”

Reluctantly you let go of your husband and stumble out of bed. Your dreadful sister will nag at you in that awful harpy-esque way of hers if you’re even a second late to breakfast. Chan makes a feeble attempt to grab your wrist before following you to the vanity.

“Is the king not needed in court yet?” you tease as you brush out the tangles in your hair.

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and presses his cheek against yours. “I’m missing something.”

It’s a silly tradition from your courting days: a kiss for each departure. He insisted on keeping it even when the two of you married, and you happily obliged. You turn to peck him on the cheek, but he twists his head so that your lips land onto his. He laughs at your noise of surprise and kisses you like he’s never going to see you again. It has been a while since Chan has been this intimate with you, and you eagerly return his affections.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” you remark when he finally pulls away. You feel warm all over, but Chan is as composed as ever.

He smiles, full dimples showing. “It’s a special day today.”

“Goodbye, darling,” you say as you watch him leave the room through the vanity mirror.

He gives you one last glance before disappearing through the door. You note that he didn’t bother to fix his mussed up hair and giggle when you picture how he’ll look with the crown on his head.

It’s a good start to a bad day.

“You’re late,” is what your older sister greets you with.

You sit across from her at the dining table and do your best not to scowl. You wonder how the servants feel about her. There are none in the room, so in typical fashion, she must have dismissed them for one negligible reason or another. “Good morning to you too, Nari.”

“What are you wearing? Does this kingdom only wear red and black?” she continues. She picks up her cup of tea and stares at you above the lip, waiting for you to explain. Even with a team of royal advisors and a sister married to a foreign king, she still refuses to learn anything about kingdoms other than her own.

You sigh and try to remember Chan’s words. You only have to suffer through this until dinner and then your sister will finally be gone. “It’s a court day, so everyone wears red and black. It’s custom.”

“You and your frivolous trials,” she scoffs. “What’s the point when they’re all guilty anyway? So, are you going to ask about my trip? Where are your manners, little sister?”

You’re certain she means well when she nags you, but it doesn’t make it any less irritating. “How is everything at home?” you ask instead, knowing that will produce a shorter answer.

“Fine. Felix is ruling in my stead, but most of my advisors are with him, so he’ll have no trouble with it.” Nari picks up a scone topped with confectioner’s sugar and eyes it curiously before taking a bite. “Your sweets are quite good.”

You primly nod and pour yourself a cup of tea. Breakfast is mostly silent, and you’re glad that you nor your sister care to make conversation. You can barely stand her when she’s in a tolerable mood, and it seems like she’s nothing of the sort today. Her usual haughty disposition is only tempered by her breakfast of sweets. Nari seems to be enjoying the food with less complaints than usual, and you feel just a bit smug.

When the servants come to clear away the plates, you hollowly suggest to show Nari the rose gardens. She cheerfully agrees and links arms with you as you lead her outside.

It’s an uncomfortable feeling to have her so close to you after you haven’t seen her in a year. It’s even odder when you realize that she hasn’t linked arms with you since you were five and she eight. You mindlessly point out a few varieties of flowers on the way to the garden and wonder why your normally cold sister has turned warm.

“Is everything alright?” you ask once you have led her to the middle of the garden. The sweet scent of the roses always relaxes you, and hopefully they will do the same for Nari. “You’re acting strange all of a sudden.”

She lets you go and stands in front of you. “Your husband. I don’t like him.”

“We courted for two years,” you remind her, frowning at the memory of her telling you the same thing when Chan first arrived at your home. “And we’re married now. I know you don’t like him, but there’s nothing you can do now.”

She shakes her head. “Do you know what the village girls call him? I stopped in town yesterday, and all the girls could talk about was Chan, the King of Hearts! They went on and on about his ‘perfect face’ and ‘perfect body.’ Think about what he’s done to get such a name!”

“Be an eligible, handsome future king?” You sigh and grab a nearby rose to stick your nose in. You will not give her the satisfaction of setting you off. “Nari,” you begin, your terse voice muffled by the petals, “it’s natural that you want to protect me, but if you’re only here to criticize Chan, then I’m not sure what to do with you during your stay.”

“I saw him stare at me when I arrived last night,” she protests. “Like an animal, unabashed.”

You almost snort at her claim. If anything, Chan dislikes Nari more than you do due to her constant nitpicks of him during the courting years. The incessant “You will never be good enough for her” and “Stay away from my siblings” surprisingly did not deter him from proposing to you.

“I’m sure it was disdain, not lust,” you dryly reply.

“I feel like I’m being watched in this place,” she continues, ignoring your remark. “I don’t trust him or anyone here.”

No wonder why she suddenly put on a facade the moment the servants stepped in the dining room.

“What do you think of the garden?” you ask to change the subject. You cannot fight with her on court day and with so many guests in the castle. “These are our prized roses. Chan said it took the gardeners and florists years to breed them.”

Nari glances at the flower you hold and purses her lips. “It looks like someone painted a white rose red. There’s still spots of white on them. You’re certain they were bred and not painted?”

You swallow the retort in your throat and reach out for another rose to inhale. Nari is just being Nari.

“How about a game of croquet?” You take her elbow and start leading her to the croquet court without waiting for a response. “I think you’ll enjoy it. I’ll teach you how to play.”

Nari roughly snatches her arm back, and her eyes flash with an unfamiliar fire. “You’re not taking any of this seriously, little sister. All the village tarts have likely been with him already, so you mean nothing to him! Isn’t that his cute, little pet name for you too? ‘Sweet tart?’ You’re pathetic.”

For all Nari has said in the past, she has never directly insulted you like this. The fragile restraint you have on your emotions snaps.

“You just hate Chan because he didn’t want to marry you!” you shout, pointing an accusing finger at her. “You’re just bitter that he chose me instead of you! And do you know why he and no one else likes you? Because you’re a cold, angry, bitter hag that nitpicks everything! And you think you’re such a perfect ruler, but the truth is that your advisors hate you and like Felix better! I bet the entire kingdom is happier without you!”

It comes out in one long breath, and you’re red in the face from screaming years of pent up feelings at your sister. It feels good to let it all out. With a sick sense of delight, you watch as Nari turns scarlet and as her eyes gloss over with tears.

“I’m going back to my chambers,” she frostily says.

She pushes past you, and you don’t try to follow her. Even though it’s a longer way back to the castle, you take the opposite path and head to the courtroom.

At least someone will be happy to see you.

You appear placid when you enter the courtroom, which is just the throne room with extra chairs for the jury and audience. Everyone stares at you as you walk to the empty seat reserved for you at king’s side.

“Hello, darling,” you whisper to him as you fluff out your skirts. “My sister decided to retire early to her room.”

He nods in reply and turns back to the defendant. “Proceed.”

Despite his reserved facade, he places one hand on top of yours and starts fiddling with your fingers to try and make you burst out into laughter. It’s a game you and him play during court days, and he has won the past three rounds. However, by the time the defendant is found guilty, neither of you have broken each other.

Chan calls to break for afternoon tea, but you and him linger in the empty room.

He helps you up from your seat and pulls you into an embrace in one fluid motion. “Court is much more fun with you,” he sighs into your hair. “Have I mentioned how stunning you look in red?”

“Only every time I wear it.” You reach up and brush a stray curl from his temple. “Might I say, you look even more handsome than when I saw you this morning.”

“It must be all the guilty verdicts. Are you going to watch the executions in the evening?”

“I always do.” Your eyes fall onto the double-bladed axe above the throne. “It’s my favorite part of court day.”

“I think you’ll enjoy today’s very much.” He slips his arm from your waist to your hands and begins leading you to the dining hall. “I heard the cook made jam tarts for tea today. Your favorite.”

You lean into him and smile at his pleased expression. “You requested them, didn’t you? She hasn’t made them in ages!”

“Sweet tarts for my sweet tart,” he playfully says, kissing your fingertips and making you giggle. “I thought they would make afternoon tea with your sister less awful.”

The mere mention of Nari turns your mood sour. “I hope she skips tea.”

“Did you two quarrel?”

“When do we not?”

Two servants open the door to the dining hall, and to your vast disappointment, you spot Nari seated at an empty table by a window, a cup of tea in hand. Her head is turned, and you can’t see her face, but she is the only person in the room not wearing red and black.

You hesitate by the door, and Chan nudges you toward her. “Your sister’s here.”

“Don’t you hate Nari?” you try. “Please don’t make me talk to her.”

“I do, but politics. She’s my sister-in-law” — he doesn’t even bother to hide the disgust in his voice — “and the queen of a foreign kingdom. You hate her less than I do.”

The last part is debatable. “I get a front seat at the executions tonight,” you negotiate. “And jam tarts for tea for the rest of the week.”

Chan gratefully kisses your cheek and murmurs into your ear, “You can request jam tarts from the cook whenever you like, you know. I’ll see you after.”

You should have demanded more, like handling executions instead of getting a front row seat to them. He would have never agreed to that.

While he leaves to chat with some aristocrats about the past trials, you stiffly walk towards your sister. You take the empty chair in front of her and curtly say a greeting. She says nothing and instead pours you a cup of tea. For a minute, the two of you choose to sip your drinks and nibble on the quiches and tarts.

“Have you come to apologize?” Nari says in a strange brittle way. She finally looks up from the table, and you see that her eyes are ringed with red.

You want to say no because you haven’t, but a small part of you feels guilty for making her cry. As far as you remember, Nari stopped crying when she was eight.

However, you’re still upset. “No because you’ve never apologized to me. For saying all those things about me and for being rude to Chan all the time.”

“I meant all those things.”

“So did I.”

Another silence. You sneak glances at her, and judging by the fact that she’s still chewing on the same mini quiche from two minutes ago, she’s barely holding it together.

“Here,” you abruptly say, placing a raspberry jam tart on her plate. “I know you like sweets better.”

You can see her debating whether she should take your peace offering or not. Her jaw is set as she looks down at it, but her fingers twitch like she wants to grab it and taste it.

“It’s good, I promise.”

She takes a cautious bite of it and slowly reaches for another from the tower of treats. In the meantime, you refill your cups with more tea and smirk when you see the content expression Nari has when she finishes the tart. Across the room, Chan gives you an encouraging smile at your efforts.

“How’s Felix?” you ask. Your little brother is usually a safe topic. “He’s going to be old enough to be king soon, isn’t he?”

“According to you, he’ll make a much better ruler than me,” she sniffs. “But I’m the eldest, so I was always going to be queen. Unlike whatever nonsensical laws you have here.”

She says ‘here’ like she said ‘pathetic’ earlier. Nari says something about Felix and how his studies are going, but you’re too concerned with keeping your anger in check to hear it.

“You can never leave anything alone, can you?” you snap in the midst of her spiel. You wrap all of the tarts — yes, every single one from the tea tower, much to your sister’s dismay — in a bundle of napkins and stand up. “I’ll see you at dinner, Nari.”

You hear her huff a reply about how immature you’re being, but you don’t care. On your way back to the courtroom, someone grabs your wrist and spins you toward them.

You already know it’s Chan. “I tried but—”

“Are you really going to take all those tarts and share none with me?”

“Oh?” You hold out the napkins and let him pick between raspberry jam and lemon curd. “You’re not here to come tell me to make nice with my sister?”

“I saw it wasn’t going well, so I called for court to resume in ten minutes,” he says, licking the leftover jam from his fingers. He smiles reassuringly at you. “Don’t lose your pretty head over her. She’s…”

“Annoying? Rude? Deserving of none of our kindness?”

He stifles a laugh at your tone and starts leading to the courtroom. “Difficult,” is what he finally settles upon, but you can hear the exasperation in his voice. “She won’t be a problem for you much longer though.”

“I can hardly wait until tomorrow,” you sigh. “Goodbye, dreadful Nari.”

All the pastries are finished by the time you and Chan take your designated seats. No one else has arrived yet, so Chan takes off his crown and rests his head on your shoulders. He contently sighs and nestles his face into the crook of your neck.

“I think you’ll like this trial,” he mumbles, his tickly breath making you giggle. “It’s why jam tarts have been a scarcity for the past two weeks.”

“Is the cook on the stand?” you joke. The double doors to the throne room start to open, and you raise your shoulder. “Darling.”

Within seconds, King Bang Chan is back and your adoring husband shelved away. More people fill the empty seats in the room, and you watch the entrance carefully to ensure your sister hasn’t decided to show up and make your day worse. It’s unlikely since she is bound to be upset, but you can never be too sure. As expected though, she never arrives, and you sigh in relief. When the trial begins, Chan’s hand is over yours, fiddling with your fingers again. You gladly continue the game as the defendant enters in chains, flocked by two guards.

However, no one wins. The trial is quickly over as the knave is soon found guilty of stealing fruit preserves from the royal kitchen. After the courtroom clears out and you and Chan exchange departing kisses, you retire to your chambers to get dressed for dinner while he goes off elsewhere to attend to more kingly duties.

You don’t see him again until you have finished your bath and the maids are pinning up your hair. Through the vanity mirror, you watch as he enters the bedchambers with his crown missing, hair mussed, and the top of his shirt unbuttoned.

“Hello, darling,” you call out, noticing his satisfied smile. “I see you enjoyed whatever it was that you were doing earlier.”

He gestures for the maids to leave, and they do so in a hurry. He walks over to you and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pressing his lips to your neck at the same time. Every part of you is hyper aware of his proximity when he mumbles, “I did.”

He protests when you lean away and weakly cite your delicate half-done updo. Despite his feelings, he gives you a kiss on your temple and goes to take his bath; dinner will be starting in an hour.

Unsure of what to make of Chan’s reply, you call the maids back in and sit like a statue while they finish your hair. Nari is wrong, you tell yourself. She doesn’t know a single thing about your husband.

Her accusations of him, however, swirl around in your head, and they are all you can think about when there are no more hair tugging and pin stabbings. When Chan emerges from his bath, whistling the cheery execution song, he grins at you and says in tune, “Have I mentioned you look beautiful in red?”

A different kind of chill washes over you, but you still reply back with a stiff smile. “Only every time I wear it.”

He walks over to you and wraps one arm around your shoulders. The scent of soap and cologne that you typically find so comforting is suddenly pungent and overpowering. You can see that his other arm is hidden behind his back, and you can’t look anywhere else.

“Here,” he says. He tucks a red-and-white rose behind your hair, and you jump a bit when you feel the dampness of the petals against your skin. “I’m surprised you didn’t notice these in the bath. They’re your favorite.”

“It’s been a long day,” you tell him. You abruptly stand up and nod to the door. “Should we get to dinner?”

He loops his arm around your waist and leads you to the dining hall. “Were those tarts not filling enough?” he teases. “Or are you just excited for the executions after?”

“I suppose both.”

The finale of court day is the last thing on your mind.

Dinner passes by in a blur. For the first time of the day, you actively look around for Nari and are shocked and disappointed when she doesn’t show up. Maybe you should have been kinder. You airily laugh at the jokes the aristocrats make and make a few of your own about the trials, but your mind and eyes go back to Chan. He sits at the head of the table and merrily cheers with others over another successful court day. You catch him gazing lovingly at you occasionally, and you don’t know what to think anymore.

Soon, the crowd gathers to the execution site outside where servants have set up chairs and lit lanterns. As promised, Chan lets you have the best seat in the house. You sit quietly while he changes into his executioner’s robes and while he is presented with his double-bladed axe.

The guards bring the criminals from the prison, their heavy chains clanging against one another. Four guilty verdicts, four heads to roll. You normally would be thrilled by this prospect, but tonight’s jubilation has been dulled. Nevertheless, you clap after each punishment and admire how clean the cuts are. The wooden chopping block soon drips with blood, and a metallic tang fills the air.

A servant comes to dispose of all the remains, and most of the audience turns to leave, but Chan still lingers around.

“There’s still one more execution left,” he announces. He wipes the blade clean and nods at the guards. “A very special one I planned in surprise for my wife.”

You hear the gasps before you can even process his words. You turn to find out what the fuss is about, and your eyes grow wide when you spot a familiar lily-white dress through the crowd.

“Darling,” you shakily ask, “what is this?”

Chan grins widely at you and readjusts the axe in his grip. “You’re going to be the queen of two kingdoms, sweet tart.”

The guards force your sister to stop in front of you, and Chan rips off the gag in front of her mouth. Nari doesn’t say a word, but the look in her eye says it all: “I told you so.”

“What is this?” you repeat. You wring your hands in the folds of your skirts and try to figure out what exactly is happening.

Your sister is about to be executed for unknown reasons, your husband seems rather nonchalant about the whole situation, and you suppose you are as well. With the chains manacled around her wrists and the guards standing behind her, Nari feels like just another criminal to be punished.

“For starters, you and I don’t like her,” Chan says, walking closer. He glances over at Nari. “She’s a terrible queen, and from what I’ve been told by my advisors, she’s too busy with pretending to be a queen to actually rule.”

“He’s a liar!” Nari spits out, flushing bright red at the allegation. “Don’t you forget that he has mistresses all over town and that you’re just another pretty plaything to him!”

The audience, having heard her accusations, gasps again, and a wave of whispers rolls through the crowd. You glance over at Chan to see his reaction.

He looks terrifying.

His usual cool composure is streaked with anger so hot, you can almost feel it radiating off of him. He thickly swallows, and his hand bearing the bloodstained axe starts to shake. His breathing turns ragged when he finally looks at Nari.

“You think that I would have an affair? You think I would be disloyal to her?” The next sentence comes out in a cold, calm breath. “I’ll execute you on that charge alone.”

“Wait!” you shout at Chan before he can drag her to the execution block. More quietly, you say, “Explain yourself. When you came into the room.”

His face softens as he realizes the implications of his earlier appearance. He cups your face with his free hand. “I was getting your sister taken to the prison. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t go on her own accord, so there was a bit of a scuffle. The guards took care of her later though. I could never be disloyal to you, Y/N.”

No pet names, no teasing. He’s dead serious.

You switch back to your sister, who is still clinging firm to her beliefs. Look at her steadfast expression! “You’re the liar,” you sardonically laugh. “You almost made me believe your lies! You… you almost turned me against my husband! And what for? Your own jealousy?”

“To protect you! And I was right too!” She sharply nods at the crowd of aristocrats. “Look at this madness! Court days and execution parties?”

“Like you don’t order the deaths of criminals yourself!” You motion for the guards to take her to the execution block. You hate her so much right now, and you can barely see past the haze of red overtaking your vision. “Goodbye, Nari.”

“So you’re just going to let him kill me?” she yells. She tries to grab your shoulders at the last second, but the guards pull her back. “He’s an awful man, killing me for such a petty reason! And you’re pathetic for standing by him!”

Pathetic.

It echoes in your ears, and you want to snatch the axe out of Chan’s hands and do it yourself. However, you instead bite out, “Shut up. It’s the least you can do to apologize to me.”

Chan cleans the blade with the cloth from Nari’s gag, and you watch as the white fabric gets painted with scarlet like your sister’s stupid notion about the roses. He raises the axe over her head, and the metal flashes in the lantern light.

You look your sister in the eye. “Off with your head.”

And off her head goes.

~ ad.gray

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