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lambsouvlaki · 8 months

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For the Hell of It - Date Night

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: G, no warnings.

Word count: 1,237

Summary: Dating a vigilante is hard, but worth it. Early on their relationship, she has to face that.

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On an early autumn night they strolled across Robinson park. Actors in Elizabethan costume were prancing around the low concrete stage, doing some warm-up crowd work. Jason’s arm was slung over her shoulder, and her dog Marlow trotted happily alongside them.

They weren’t great at the actual Dating aspect of dating just yet. It was still early days, and they had sidled into being together by following the same trajectory as their friendship, now with sex. They supported and trusted each other, they were both loyal and committed. They had already had two years to figure all that out.

Romantic nights out had been planned, postponed, and cancelled. Andy had eaten alone at a restaurant booked for two, not to know until later that Jason was fighting Killer Croc in a cage match. The week after he was blowing up an exotic animal trafficking ring before the major players could flee to south america.

He was apologetic and self recriminating. She could already see the barbed little seeds of ‘can this even work?’ trying to take root in his mind.

But she wasn’t a quitter.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been forced to stand her up. It wasn’t even in the first five, and she’d long since made her peace with it. It just felt more calamitous because now it was called a date.

It wasn’t a big deal, she decided. If other people could make it work, the partners of firefighters, nurses, other on-call professionals, then Wonder Woman help her, she could too.

Despite telling herself it wasn’t a big deal and she wasn’t worried, when Friday night swung around: bright, warm, and dry she let out an audible sigh of relief.

The light was swiftly dying but the park was surprisingly busy. It was the last Shakespeare in the Park of the year, and there were food trucks and little battery-powered candles for sale. Families and couples of all ages milled about looking for good spots. A polite group of children came over and asked if they could pet their dog, to said dog’s eternal happiness.

“I propose a strategy,” Andy said.

“Hit me.”

“We split up to look for clues, and by clues I mean the best food trucks. That yellow one has empanadas, and we passed a flag before that said something about paella.”

He nodded seriously. “You take Marlow, I’ll take the backpack, and we’ll meet back here in ten.”

They broke off like fighter jets zooming away, and roughly ten minutes later they returned with arms full of delicious smelling cardboard boxes. They set up their picnic blanket on the slope some distance from the stage where they had a good view of the whole area. They’d arrived at the perfect time, because the park was filling up.

They sat on the ground and laid out the spoils of their hunt, just as the show was starting.

The empanadas were sold out, but they had choripan instead, which Andy picked up for Jason. The paella was with shrimp and mussels, and was absolutely delicious, if a little small. Jason had found Korean fried chicken, and little skewered things called tteokkochi that neither were familiar with but were excited to try.

It was a confused and messy dinner that they dove into with relish, and some negotiations over final bites.

Getting the choripan was a strategic move on her part, because Jason was a sucker for anything in the neighbourhood of a hotdog. The fried chicken was the perfect counter, he knew her weaknesses. The tteokkochi turned out to be deep fried rice cakes slathered in sweet and tangy hot sauce, that had them both licking sticky fingers and promising to try them again some time.

Up on stage a short performance of the play within a play from Midsummer Night’s Dream was finishing up.

Next up, and the main show for the night, was an abridged version of Much ado Nothing. Jason scrunched up their food packages and lobbed it into the nearby trash can, and Andy got out the thermos of non-alcoholic mulled wine from the backpack for them to share.

They relaxed together on the slope, leaning back on their hands, with Marlow sitting up next to them on look out.

Jason glanced away for a moment.

“Hey, can I borrow your scarf?” he asked.

“Yeah, sure.” She handed it over without questioning the strange request.

He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek then wrapped it around his neck so he could pull it up and hide his face.

“I’ll be right back.”

He snuck away through the crowd.

The play continued, the actors hamming it up appropriately. The night had set in properly now, and large lights beamed down onto the stage leaving the rest of them in darkness. The audience around her laughed at the jokes and gags.

She leaned against her dog.

The night was getting cooler.

Why did it hurt more now than it had when they were just friends?

She’d had no expectation of him then, she supposed. She hadn’t wanted him to be hers.

No. That wasn’t true, she had wanted him badly for some time, but squished it all deep down inside of her. Now it was out, with promises made and claims staked, it was hard to keep that once contained desire on a leash.

He would give his life for her if the situation demanded it. She knew that, with the same confidence she knew tomorrow would follow today.

But he would give his life for just about anyone if the situation demanded it. He was never going to change. She wouldn’t want him to.

She looked at the silhouettes of people in the dark around her, an elderly couple on camping chairs to her side, and ahead of her a family with two children who were fast asleep on a blanket. Not very long ago this park was so dangerous people rarely came here during the day.

She looked at her things around her, and thought about what she would need to do if he didn’t come back tonight. She would take a taxi home and bring his stuff with her, hold onto it for him until he could come to her place to pick it up. It could be in two weeks, it could be tomorrow.

This was going to be her life, forever.

She pulled in deep breath and leaned her forehead on Marlow’s neck.

“Okay,” she said to herself. “Okay.”

About twenty minutes after Jason left, Marlow looked up and to the side. She followed his sight line and she saw Jason returning through the crowd. He dropped something into the trash can with such a casual air it took a few moments for her to recognise it as a disassembled pistol. Nobody else noticed him at all.

He stretched out on the blanket behind her and gently pulled her back against him, his hands around her waist. He returned her scarf, wrapping it loosely around her neck. The knuckles of his right hand were grazed. He drew no attention to it, acting for all the world as though nothing had happened and nothing was ever going to happen. He definitely hadn’t just disarmed whatever dangerous hooligan had been planning to do something terrible.

She loved this man so much it hurt.

“What’d I miss?” he said in her ear.

“Not much.” She leaned back against him. “But I’m starting to think this Benedick guy doesn’t actually dislike Beatrice after all.”

He snorted a laugh. They settled in for the long haul.

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#jason todd #red hood #dc #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #for the hell of it #my fanfic #fluff #angst #yearning #dating a vigilante is hard and lonely #but no less rewarding

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thebibutterflyao3 · 4 months

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Day 4 - Prompt: Future @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 698 words

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Remus had never been so enthralled with a man while he shared every insignificant detail of his life. Then again, Remus had never met anyone like Sirius before. This brilliantly clever, fascinating bloke who was filled with endless surprises. With every deep inhale before he launched into the next facet of his life, Remus waited intently to hear what he’d say next.

He was fairly certain that he could listen to Sirius explain the minutiae of why a wet paper bag sticks to itself with breathless wonder. This was important though. Remus was hanging on every word, storing every tidbit of information that Sirius revealed like it was a life-changing revelation, each one was a present just for him. While he’d actually enjoy mindlessly staring at this beautiful bloke for the foreseeable future, this was vital intelligence and he couldn’t spare a solitary brain cell at the moment. All of them were attuned to Sirius’s every word.

“So then, James and I moved into our flat in Edinburgh. Padfoot came a little later. I found him at a shelter I was volunteering with and just had to bring him home,” Sirius continued, grinning as he reached out to scratch Padfoot’s back. “He was so cute, I couldn’t resist. I tell James all the time that the two of them are pieces of the same puzzle.”

“That’s lucky, isn’t it?” Sirius asked, turning that blinding grin on Remus. “Finding a dog with the same personality as your best mate?”

Remus nodded solemnly. “That’s fate.”

“Exactly! That’s what I told James too.” Sirius tilted his head to the side and sighed. “Even though I’ve always imagined James as a Golden Retriever rather than a Newfoundland, somehow it fits.”

The note-taking side of his brain was furiously recording everything: Sirius lives in Edinburgh. James is his flatmate and best friend. Padfoot is James’s dog equivalent. Sirius volunteered at an animal shelter. Of course he did, he’s so fucking perfect.

“I can see that.”

Remus’s comments were intentionally brief and encouraging. He wanted every scrap of Sirius that he could get his grubby hands on. If he could breathe him instead of air, he would. He’d let the molecules of Sirius’s essence settle in his bones and cling to that little piece of him reverently.

Obsessive barely scratched the surface, but every time he tried to rein it in, Sirius would magically appear and flash that god-tier grin. At the ice rink, his favourite pub, and now the winding walking path that trailed the rocky Welsh shoreline, there was Sirius. When he opened his mouth, Remus didn’t know whether to expect a dead-panned retort, a random “fun fact,” or a quote from Shakespeare himself. The fucking range with this man.

He was so gone. Pathetically, pitifully gone for this bloke who barely knew he existed.

“I’d enjoy being a dog, I think. To just laze about and bask in adoring attention. What animal would you be? If you could pick?” Sirius asked, searching his face intently.

Remus hummed thoughtfully as he tried to find just the right animal. He wasn’t about to shrug this off when Sirius looked so invested in his answer. Lily had equated him to a lone wolf before, but that didn’t feel quite like the right answer for Sirius.

“An alley cat,” he decided, nodding at Sirius’s startled laugh. “Free to roam and explore, but happy to curl up for a lip in the sun.”

“Oh, I love that,” Sirius breathed. His eyes widened and he bit down on his bottom lip.

Remus stared at that perfect row of white teeth carving into an equally perfect plump pink lip. He couldn’t help himself. Before he’d even thought about it, he’d smoothed his thumb over the raw spot to free it. Somehow, he managed to drop his hand casually, as if it meant nothing. As if his thumb didn’t tingle from the contact.

Ffyc. Oh, I’m so screwed.

This one was going to fucking hurt. He could already feel the razor’s edge of this loss cutting into him. When Sirius went home, Remus would feel compelled to follow him. Which he couldn’t, and shouldn’t, do.

#wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #wolfstar microfic

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mxcat777 · 1 year

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So what if

Dream is sort of Shakespeare's patron, right? So would that make Shakespeare on of His™? And if so, would he reside in the Dreaming after his death instead of the Sunless Lands?

'cause if so. Consider.

He's still writing. (A lot)

He keeps up with modern literature, but keeps writing (at least mostly) in Early Modern English (that's it, right? Do I have my lit facts straight?). Imagine his recent plays littered with slang, disney references, (un)subtle references to shit that was based on his stuff that he either loves or hates, both are good.

He's kind of a favourite of Dream's. The same way Lucienne and Jessamy and The Corinthian are. He can get away with saying shit, because if he offends Dream he can turn around and start sprouting some poetry at that vain-ass bitch and all is forgiven. (In the worst cases it takes a new play about his royal majesty the Dream King and how generous and benevolent and regal he is)

Fishbowling happens, not sure what Will would do, the plot bunny didn't care.

Dream is back, all is well, he goes to the New Inn, Hob and Dream are now officially Friends.

They meet up more bc friends see each other more often than once a century. Oh yeah friends also know each others' names and such. So Dream tells Hob a bit about himself.

At some point he's like, hey hob u wanna see the dreaming?

Hob's like yES PLz??

Hob gets a tour, and from that point on usually gets the option at night to dream normally or visit the palace.

On one fateful night, Hob decides to take a stroll through the library, goes looking for Marlowe's shelf, because he kind of wonders what other stuff that genius would have written had he lived longer.

Only to (maybe literally) bump into, you guessed it, Will Bloody Shaxberd.

He stares.

Will goes 'hey'.

And then Hob goes somewhat feral.

(no he is not over it, sue him, he's allowed to hold a grudge.)

He goes off on a rant about, see, ofc ur still plagiarizing marlowe he was so much better i can't believe dream left me for you you useless twat you couldn't write shit without him so why did you get the fucking privilege of living with him and knowing him for fucking centuries i had to fight 600 years for his bloody name and i'm guessing you got it right that first meeting hm?

And Will goes oh shit it's you! And then cuts Hob off with a "you're so right! I was an absolute shit playwright before your friend helped me!"

And Hob is... Understandably lost. This was not how it went in his head.

And then Will continues, I was so nervous the time right after that meeting, I knew he was some sort of supernatural being, no clue what though, he's really not good at introductions, is he, so I sort of assumed you were too, and I was waiting for your revenge for stealing your date away, recently found out you're actually human, albeit immortal, and it was not a date, though, speaking of, have you sorted yourselves out yet?

And Hob, quite understandably even more baffled, sort of gapes for a bit.

Before very nervously denying anything of the sort.

Will just stares.

And goes, bruv, you weren't subtle then, still aren't now, spare everyone else the UST, please, for the love of god, you two need to fuck post haste.

And Hob is like, hahaha, eh, yeah, nope, fun seeing you, BYE.

So Will sighs. And goes to see Lucienne, as any sensible person would.

Lucienne sighs as well. At which point Will steps to Dream himself.

"My lord?" "Yes, William?" "Forgive my directness, but so as not to risk any misunderstandings, what exactly is your relationship with Hob Gadling?" "We are friends. Why do you ask? Is that not clear?" "Well, to be perfectly honest, m'lord, I assumed you were... Involved™." "We are not." "But you'd like to be though, right?" "You dare presume to know-" " I dare presume to know what attraction, romance, love, all that looks like, sire. I must do, after portraying it in my plays for over four centuries. After writing several hundreds of sonnets on the topic." "I-" "In my humble opinion, my lord, it is a good match. He understands you, you continue to fascinate each other, he can provide a safe place where you need not be monarch for a moment. And of course, you are quite obviously attracted to one another sexually." "WILLIAM SH-" "Oh calm down! I'm certainly not judging either of you!" "...he is attracted to me?" "..." "Is he?" "YES! Lord give me faith! Kiss him! Go to him and teleport the both of you onto a bed! Or if you want to be sappy go slow and bring him a rose, but please, for the love of the collective sanity, do something!" "But how do you know? What if you misunderstood? What if it is unwelcome? I cannot lose him!"

At which point Will turns around, leaves the throne room, goes back to the library and rant to Lucienne

"I swear I'm going to write a play about them, just to point out how stupid this is. I feel compelled to call it a tragedy, but I think it needs to have a happy ending, otherwise Lord Broodphius would get stuck on the but what if it does end in tragedy, so I suppose a comedy would be fitting, but then again, this is too painful to watch to qualify as a comedy. Tragic comedy? Comic tragedy? I'll figure it out..."

And Lucienne is like, if you'd like to perform it properly I'm sure there are a few dreams who would be more than willing to help out, take on a role.

Hob comes back to the Dreaming a few days later and finds Will up to his elbows in paper, reference books, thesauruses and rhyming dictionaries (handy things those), and empty mugs and the like.

Will looks up, somewhat manic, and is like, Hob! Great! Just the person I wanted to see! Would you help me, please?

Hob's like, sure? Kind of apprehensive, but he gave everything some thought and decided that as long as he could go on dunking on him, he could let go of most of his jealousy (cuz that's what is was, he's mature enough to admit)

Will goes, Awesome! Tell me about you and Morphius! How do you see him, what's your story, I only ever get bits and pieces from his lordship, so I'm in severe need of some context...

And Hob is somewhat suspicious, but he indulges him, and really, telling the story comes too easy, so he gets into it completely and doesn't even notice when he starts slipping into rants about Dream, about how beautiful, and magnificent, and misunderstood, and kind, and way-out-of-his-league-but-god-dammit-he-went-and-fell-in-love-with-the-bastard-anyway he is

And Will takes studious notes.

And then goes like, so some of the sonnets I've written were with you two in mind, you wanna give me some feedback? (Ahem, sonnet 24/29, some others work too, undoubtedly, but I am no Shakespeare expert, unfortunately)

And he does something similar with Dream, maybe citing Hob's dislike of him as the reason he wants to know more about him without having to bother him overly much, like, I want to set things right between us, but I need to know more about him to do that, will you help me, m'lord

And he does

And Will just sits back and takes notes as Dream also spirals into a passion fueled rant about Hob

And all those notes end up in the eventual play

Auditions for the roles happen when Dream and Hob are out on a Not Date™ in the Waking.

There are surprisingly many auditioning for Hob's role, and surprisingly little for Dream's

Until Will points out that Dream would probably be more offended by an unworthy portrayal of his Love that of himself, at which point some of the dreams bow out entirely, bc Will knows how vain their lord is, so they decide not to risk unmaking and tactically retreat

Will is in his fucking element, it's been way too long since he's properly directed a play!

Eventually Will comes up to the Mutually Pining Idiots like, hey m'lord, Hob, I've written a new play, and I've been working with some of the dreams to make it happen, do you want to see??

So they watch. They watch as two absolute fucking idiots stumble around each other, everyone on and off stage can see how stupidly in love they are except for them, and both start sweating profusely when they start recognizing their own words quoted back at them.

The end of the play is something of a direct call-out and a plea from the dreams to please just talk to each other, fuck and get married, preferably in that order, but they're not picky.

Then everyone leaves them alone for the Conversation that is most likely going to happen.

Will stays behing hiding unobtrusively in the shadows tho.

He's not about to let all his work go to waste if these idiots ty to play it off again. He will lock them in a broom closet if he has to, watch him.

They don't.

Luckily.

There are like three sentences total spoken. Then they're aggressively making out.

Will leaves the room very content about his matchmaking skills.

And hey! He got a good play out of it, if he does say so himself!

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landwriter · 4 days

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You've Got Mail AU, lay it on me

Brand new scene for you, TJ! (Prev You've Got Mail nonsense.)

If my WIPs were unionized, this one would've been loooong done. But they're not, unfortunately for them, and after like four days after talking about You've Got Mail-verse, I got talking about the Tam Lin AU, and we all know how that went.

The other snippets were silly, this one is a little sad:

It feels like another ending. Hob is sick of them. Morpheus’ face is perfectly expressionless. He can’t take it. Won’t. Wants to greedily keep this for just a little bit longer. He always does. Even when everybody else around him knows it’s over, there he is, holding on past decency and reason.

Morpheus is absurdly beautiful in the morning light.

Hob says what he’s been thinking for weeks now. “You know, sometimes I wonder if you came into my shop, and you hadn’t been Endless Books, and I hadn’t been The New Bookshop-”

“Then it wouldn’t have been your shop,” interrupts Morpheus.

“No,” he says. “I guess it wouldn’t be.”

Isn’t, now. In any case.

Morpheus catches the look on his face and takes pity on him. He’s kinder, Hob thinks, than anyone gives him credit for. Including himself. “A cafe, instead,” he offers.

“Or Shakespeare in the Park,” says Hob. He can picture it now.

Morpheus’ lip twitches up the way it does when he’s trying not to smile. “Yes. If we met at Shakespeare in the Park?”

“I would’ve offered you a spot on my blanket. And I would have hoped it would get cold or rain, so you would lean on me.”

Morpheus ducks his head, and Hob wants to seize his face, wants to thumb over those perfect cheekbones. Fist his hands in his shirt and not let go ever. “You would have forgotten your umbrella, of course,” says Morpheus, quietly.

“Of course. And the sky would have opened up until we had to hide under a tree.”

Morpheus looks up. “And then?”

“And then I would have found the courage to ask a beautiful stranger for his number, and I would have asked you out that very night. And if you’d said yes I’d have done it again and again. Every day, actually, for as long as we lived.”

“Hob,” says Morpheus. His eyes are bright.

“If we never came up against each other. If the only thing you ever took from me was the blankets at night.”

“We’d need to have two sets.”

Hob swallows hard. “Yeah. Yeah, we would.”

The sounds of the city lap up against them, but Hob feels like an island alone with Morpheus, standing together on his stoop. He hears the jingle of someone walking their dog past. A siren in the distance. And all he sees is Morpheus, the square of his shoulders, his jaw clenched.

“Morpheus-” he starts.

“Hob, how could you forgive him?” he asks roughly. “How on earth could you forgive this stranger for standing you up?”

“We all make mistakes.” Easily. I forgave him just as easily as I’d have forgiven you, if you had only let me.

Morpheus stares at him. “Yes. We do.” His mouth twists a little. “Some more than most, I would say.”

“Maybe. But people are almost always better than you’d think. Mistakes and all.”

“Ever the optimist.”

Hob presses his lips together in a smile. “Ever the cynic.”

“Go, Hob,” says Morpheus. “You’ll be late.”

He goes. It’s a beautiful day to meet his stranger. How can it feel like his heart is breaking, only now, only after everything, on the threshold of happiness?

#asks #wip title ask game #the sandman #dreamling #you've got mail au #tj you know you had me writing this real time today <3 #god bless dialogue my faithful friend #disclaimer rough draft etc etc #dream 'i'm very smart so i should be the one who decides what i'm worthy of and punished for without telling anyone else' of the endless #hob 'you put me out of business but i like your taste in books :)' gadling

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catslvrr · 5 months

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heaven sent — 08. the apartment

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It was raining again the next day, but there was no Danielle. You sat there, for an hour or so, hoping that she would eventually show up. You soon gave up and went back to sleep so you wouldn’t have to feel the dull ache in your heart.

It was six in the evening when you woke up again, thanks to Minji.

“Bro,” she knocked on the door. “You alive?”

“Yeah,” you answered groggily.

“I made some noodles for you.”

“I’ll be out in a sec.” You groaned as you rolled out of bed, ruffling your hair as you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

Despite your constant bickering, you were grateful for Minji’s presence in your life. You had grown somewhat fond of her, as much as you hated to admit it, and you both found yourselves confiding in each other late at night after opening a few bottles of soju.

“You look like shit,” was what Minji said when you plopped yourself on the couch. You chose to ignore the comment, stuffing your mouth with noodles instead.

She scrolled on Twitter as you ate, glancing at you in concern every now and then.

“You good?”

You wiped your mouth with a tissue. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“How long have we been roommates, bro? You only sleep in this late when…” She trailed off.

Again, you didn’t respond, just continuing to eat.

She pressed on. “Did you fail that essay? Or did your dad call? Is it girl problems?”

Your hand holding the chopsticks twitched for half a second, but that’s all it took for her to realize.

“So it’s girl problems!” Minji threw an arm over your shoulder, to which you cringed in disgust. “Bro, talk to me. I’m practically the love expert around here.”

You peeled her arm off you. “Love expert my ass. You’ve been single your whole life.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but you quickly shut her down. “That one online situationship on Twitter doesn’t count.”

“Okay,” she huffed. “I might not have much experience, but sometimes it might help to get a different perspective.”

“Wow,” you said dryly. “You actually said something that made sense for once.”

“Enough about me. Tell me what’s troubling my favorite couple.”

Well, she’s actually not my girlfriend. She’s a messenger of God. And we kissed. But she kinda just disappeared after that.

“Um,” you cleared your throat awkwardly, trying to think of a believable lie. “I want her to move in with me, but she says she can’t leave, um, Australia.”

Nice.

“Damn,” she whistled. “So it’s serious serious. I thought it was like a petty little argument.”

You rubbed your face tiredly. “Yeah, no.”

“I get it, bro. Long distance relationships are hard. But you guys are both still young.” She slapped your back.

“She’s already made an effort to fly all the way here to spend these few weeks with you. I think you should just make the most of your time together, and consider the serious stuff when you’re both more financially stable.”

“Wow,” was all you could say. “I didn’t know you had that in you.”

Minji puffed her chest in pride. “Love expert, baby!”

You rolled your eyes, but let her advice sink in.

When, or if, she comes back, I apologize and hope things go back to normal. Surely we can still have a fun time and ignore the tension.

“Thanks, bro,” you mumbled.

“You can thank me by making it up to her.” Minji snatched your chopsticks and proceeded to finish off your noodles, which was your form of payment for her advice.

“I don’t even know how to do that.”

She pursed her lips in thought. “What about finishing that song?”

“What song?”

“The song that you had on repeat in your sleep. I literally had to barge into your room and turn it off.”

“Oh. That song.”

She paused. “It’s been a while since I saw you making music, bro. I’m glad that you’re back.”

You managed out a small smile. “Thanks.”

“It’s just an instrumental right? Why don’t you write some lyrics and a melody for it? You’re literally Shakespeare’s daughter. Just write down cheesy shit and sweep her off her feet.”

“Sure,” you deadpanned. “Like it’s that easy.”

“Everything is easy when it comes to love,” she teased, to which you punched her arm.

“I’ve heard enough,” you said, going to your room.

You sat in your chair, uncapping a pen and twirling it as you listened to your old voice notes. Most of them were only about two to four bars long, melodies that randomly popped into your head and resonated with you enough to keep them. Once you found one you liked enough, you knew you could start.

Music composition was a repetitive process. You would play the instrumental for a few bars, freestyle a melody with random words, and keep it if worked. If it worked, you’d polish the lyrics for it, and move on to the next bar. If it didn’t, you would just click play again and try a completely different melody. If you were lucky, sometimes the melody and lyrics would come rolling off your tongue for a whole verse.

You weren’t a singer by any means, but you had created a few demos here and there. As you listened to your first draft, you sank back in your seat and frowned. It felt so empty with just your voice.

You thought about Danielle, and you thought about her stupidly singing to Frozen. You wondered how she would sound singing the song. And so, you spent the rest of the night layering the melody with harmonies with her at the forefront of your mind.

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#newjeans x reader #newjeans fanfic #newjeans fic #danielle marsh x reader #mo jihye x reader

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southern-skies · 2 years

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Rating all of Dream’s historical looks in The Sandman

Because I’m bored, sleep deprived and now suddenly hyper caffeinated in an airport at 4am. So it’s unlikely to be coherent.

Mostly about his hair (but also his outfits).

I’m a sandman simp so even the lowest of scores are still kinda high 😉

1389:

I just-

Dream, babe… wHY

I don’t think the transition in the show helped

Just focussed on his face while the hair and everything else changed around him

But

It’s not great

I mean he’s still Tom Sturridge and he’s still got a (very high) baseline hotness

But we’re quite close to that baseline rn I’m sorry hon

He looks like Noel fielding I can’t unsee it

Also his long sleeves cut diagonally are just hilarious to me

-5/10

1489:

He looks like a goth dad

Like softcore goth single dad coming to pick their son up from school

Could be kinda wholesome if he tried

Definite bisexual vibes

(Esp w that lil smile to Hob, that just confirms it)

Looks like he has a purse

And the only thing in that purse is eye liner

And a my chemical romance cd

Shirt sleeves permanently rolled up

His forearms are his one (1) flirting technique

Other than that he’s hopeless

Elegant Noel fielding now

Is that… is he wearing a cardigan???

9.5/10

1589:

90% hair gel 10% leather daddy

Fully up to the neck

Good lil catholic boy protecting his modesty

Like he was heavily into bdsm previously then found god but didn’t wanna give up his entire wardrobe

Ok maybe he still does it (I’ve ready your fics I know what he’s like)

He looks like a twink version of andrew lincoln here don’t @ me

Also he’s never looked more angry than in this

Hair is ok but looks like he wanted to experiment with short hair but said fuck that and immediately went the other direction

Now thinking of leather clad Christian borle slutty bi shakespeare in something rotten

He would’ve absolutely tried to fuck the lord of dreams (and probably succeeded)

Dear lord

5/10

1689:

MAJOR INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE VIBES

Esp with the throne like chair he’s in

Ngl actually really like it

Bet his hair is really soft…

And just his face looks so soft in this too

His genuine compassion for Hob surprising even him

I feel like red lipstick would enhance the look

FUCK

And I’m sure he has begrudgingly let Desire style the long hair

Grumbling the entire time

But a week later he’s following all their hair care tips to the letter

13/10

1789:

THAT. LIL. BOW.

Definitely one of Desire’s ideas

They probably gave him a whole colourful array of choices for hair accessories

But then was pissed off when all he chose was a black satin bow

“Brother, darling, really? Of course, I love your aesthetic… but really?”

He looks like Dick Turpin.

He’s an emo pirate.

YARR HARR

He could shiver my timbers

I don’t know why I love this look so much

He just looks so put together

And gay

Slutty gay

50/10

1889:

Hair is a bit basic again (sorry my boy please forgive me I love you)

(I guess it’s cuz I know the beauty of what is coming next…)

So it doesn’t hit the same

But I certainly love his baby steps into the world of short hair

I’m a whore for a suit so I’m here for that

Also just general respect to morpheus changing his look with the times (and as human culture changes) instead of staying stuck with his original look since the dawn of time

Flexible king *wink wonk*

Can picture him sat in a leather armchair by a fire sipping on red wine and reading a book (or brooding after his breakup)

7/10

NOW:

My god

I just-

FUCK

SO HOT

Honestly in love with this man

THE HAIR. SO FLUFFY.

And the soft black clothes underneath that fucking trench coat.

Goddamn I want that trench coat.

Like fuck all of dream’s tools, I’m coming for the coat.

And Dream himself…

I don’t know if it’s just the fact this is his main look and it’s the one I’ve been staring at for hours

But I do love this look so much

So otherworldly

Transcends time and space

The comfort of it whilst also being his uniform

Like it can be super intimidating

But he’s also able to relax when he sits down with Hob

He looks so happy omg I’m gonna cry

A modern emo goth (with the occasional feeling)

Fuck me…

Please

100/10

Feel free to tell me I’m wrong in the replies, I frequently am ;)

P.S. Tom Sturridge i love you king and you’re beautiful no matter how you look xx

#the sandman #sandman netflix #i love him #the sandman netflix #the sandman tv #sandman tv #dream #dream of the endless #morpheus #lord morpheus #the sound of her wings #tom sturridge #ratings #outfits #outfits ranking

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comradekatara · 2 years

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What do you think were Zuko’s top 10 most traumatizing moments on the internet?

in no particular order:

that time aang sent him a text that said "look at this adorable video of a puppy and a raccoon being friends!!!!!!!" and then when he clicked on it, it was the music video for the song "never gonna give you up" by rick astley. why would aang do this to him?????

when katara left her computer open and he accidentally read some of the replies on her most recent tweet. he doesn't even know what all of those comments meant, but they were scary

when ty lee texted him and azula a link to an article that talked about how a gruesome murder took place in their neighborhood like thirty years ago, with the caption "omg do u guys think ur house is haunted? O_O" azula was just like "ty lee why are you being ridiculous" but zuko, who has always been personally convinced that their house is haunted, felt a chill run down his spine...

that time suki sent him a text that said "zuko have u seen the new mitski mv" but then when he clicked on it, it was actually the music video for the song "never gonna give you up" by rick astley

taking the am i gay? quiz at 3 am and then promptly deleting his browser history and attempting to set his computer on fire for good measure, setting off the smoke alarms in his room and waking up the entire house, for which he had absolutely no good explanation other than the wholly unbelievable lie that he was trying to light a scented candle but his hand slipped and it landed on his computer keyboard instead,

when sokka made him listen to some of jet's soundclound rap and instead of him finding it funny like sokka had assumed he would, it gave zuko such a bad migraine he actually started crying

when he was accidentally in the background of one of katara's selfies and a couple of her ig comments were like "who's that guy behind u???" leading him to fear that they would track him down and invade his home and tear him to pieces in a bacchic frenzy of sparagmos. katara was like "that's definitely not going to happen" but based on what he knows of her following, he maintains it's a likely possibility ok!!!

when sokka had strep throat so he couldn't read aloud to toph like he usually does, so zuko, out of the kindness of his heart, offered to sub in, and toph made him read all 38 chapters of my immortal to her, insisting that sokka would do this for her, and therefore if he doesn't it means he's a bad friend

that time mai sent him a text that said "hey i read this article on the shakespeare authorship controversy that i found kinda interesting can u read and let me know what u think" but then when he clicked on the link it was actually the music video for the song "never gonna give you up" by rick astley

and last but not least: when azula left her computer open and he accidentally read her latest reddit post. terrifying stuff

#imjustlikingthings #modern au #zuko #asks #id say hes actually had a pretty lowkey experience on the internet all things considered #KATARA on the other hand..... AZULA.... TY LEE....... MAI....... well i simply cannot get into that as it is far too dark and gruesome

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ohwowimlonley · 2 years

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Pervy!johnathan

Bc my other account got deactivated 🙄 so I’m trying to repost whatever posts I can find

Johnathan knew about your little secret. You thought hedidn't but he did. Actually, it was an accident when hefound out; stumbling across a video file on your laptop while looking for a file of his pictures you'd told him youkept after he forgot to back up his hard drive. The video was labelled "English project' but he hadn't heard you talk aboutit so he took a sneak peek. When the file eventually loaded, he did not come face to face with you discussing your latest ideas on Shakespeare's The Tempest. He was shown you, face down, ass up on the very sheets he found himself laying on. Completely naked. He pressed pause immediately, contemplating.

You were gone for the day, out with your friends but whenhe'd texted to ask if you still had a copy of his photos you'd given him the password to your laptop without thought. Did you know that he'd stumble across your naughty folder of videos? What if that was why he gave you the password to your laptop instead of just your Dropbox? Oh, you were naughty. You sent him to look at your laptop just so he'd watch these videos. You wanted him to see you. Wanted him to see you play with your pussy.

So, he settled himself back onto your pretty pink sheets, ones he'd washed just two days ago, and pressed play again. He hit the space bar again, and let what he was still sure was something from his wettest dream play. It was then he got to appreciate the glistening, wet stickiness ofyour pussy. You pulled your lips apart, revealing the obscene sight of a pretty pink princess plug fitting snugly in your tightness.

Johnathan watched, breath held and hand wandering down to the tent in his sweatpants as your small fingers slipped down to flick at your swollen clit. He jammed a finger down on the volume up button, throwing his head back when he heard a gleeful little squeal when you'd touched yourself just right, then snapping his eyes back to the screen because he didn't want to miss a second. He gripped himself tighter through the grey material, thumbing over the growing wet spot as you allowed your forehead to fall onto the pillows he was currently resting against.

"Oh," he muttered when he saw your fingers sneaking back up to the sparkling wetness smothering the gem of the plug and tugging gently. He could see your entrance clamping down on the body-warmed metal, sucking it back in selfishly to keep yourself full. Johnathan wondered, vaguely, if you'd to that if it was his cock inside you. Oh, but he couldn't think about that right now, he had to focus on the way your eyes scrunched up and the outrageous squelch of your juices as the plug slipped out of your tight channel.

"Oh my god," it came out as a small, pathetic whine because the way your pussy gaped, then closed back up, slowly and reluctantly made him want to pick up the phone and beg for you to come home so he can impale you on his throbbing cock. But he didn't. He shoved his hand down past the waistband of his sweats and boxers, calloused fingers tightening around the tip of his pulsating cock and his moans synchronizing with your own as your fingersslipped past your entrance on the recording.

You both worked towards your highs together, Johnathan imagining your fingers as his own and his as yours while slipping the other hand down to cup and squeeze at his full, sensitive balls. Your recorded, slightly staticky, cries were like music to his ears on the screen. He could make you moan so much louder than that. He could make you cream, squirt, pass out from everything if you asked him to. If you let him. Just the thought of the way your tight channel would feel clenching and weeping as you came around his cock was enough to bring him over the edge. His release spilled everywhere; over his hands, down his chest from where his shirt had ridden up and dripping onto the pretty sheets below him.

I'll leave that there, he thought, so she can see what she's done to me.

#johnathan byers #johnathan byers x reader #johnathan byers x you #johnathan byers fluff #johnathan byers fic #johnathan byers fanfic #stranger things #stranger things smut #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #•megs smutty daydreams•

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rottenprincessshura100 · 10 months

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Section 13 test subjects are characters from Romeo and Juliet? Okay...this is weird but interesting.

So...wasn't Tybalt and Prince Escalus characters from Romeo and Juliette? Tybalt was the guy that was killed, he was ambitious, with anger and rage issues. Looks like his test had a positive results...that dude had some sort of demon interference?

Dropping these names is a cool little easter egg, no? It was in chapter 85 or 86.

I've discussed earlier that Faust might actually exists in Kato's blue exorcist universe. But did Romeo and Juliet? Shakespeare did base his play on true events that took place in Verona in the 1300s.

Wouldn't be weird if Mephisto was there? Once again the ringmaster of some tragic event? Instead of being a little black dog manipulating Faust, perhaps he was manipulating a couple of "star-crossed lovers" embroiled in a family feud. Hell, maybe the demon kings were related to the Capulets and Montagues and this is just another narrative playing out between demon/human families. Anyway...it's fucking weird.

If Mephisto was a character in Romeo and Juliet he would no doubt be Friar Lawrence, the monk that is close friends with Romeo. He is seen as both a good and bad character depending on who you ask.

Some see the monk as righteous and good, trying to help a young couple that were forbidden to marry, have their wish granted. At first he tries to talk Romeo out of making a rash decision and marrying Juliet so quickly. But Romeo spurns that advice, and friar Lawrence proceeds to manipulate events to get the couple together. Eventually the friar gives Juliet the potion to fake her death. And as we all know the plan goes horrendously wrong, resulting in tragedy.

Other descriptions of the Monk also remind me of Mephisto:

He's described as lazy, scheming and politically motivated.

Other Notes.

The themes in the play Romeo and Juliet, do parallel some aspects of Blue Exorcist. Especially Mephisto's dealings with humans, the tragic love story of Shiro and Yuri, plus Yukio and Rin and the error of rash decisions...

Taken from Wikipedia: "Scholars have found it extremely difficult to assign one specific, overarching theme to the play. Proposals for a central theme include a discovery by the characters that human beings are neither wholly good nor wholly evil but instead are more or less alike,[36] awaking out of a dream and into reality, the danger of hasty action, or the power of tragic fate."

Fate and chance

"Scholars are divided on the role of fate in the play. No consensus exists on whether the characters are truly fated to die together or whether the events take place by a series of unlucky chances."

Duality (light and dark)

Taken from Wikipedia

"Scholars have long noted Shakespeare's widespread use of light and dark imagery throughout the play. Caroline Spurgeon considers the theme of light as "symbolic of the natural beauty of young love" and later critics have expanded on this interpretation.[49][51] For example, both Romeo and Juliet see the other as light in a surrounding darkness. Romeo describes Juliet as being like the sun,"[52]

Plus, we get this complex duality of light and darkness with Mephisto.

Light and Dark....tipping of scales, good and evil co-exisiting

Anyway...again...interesting easter eggs. I wonder if I could make a Mephisto timeline to pinpoint all the shit he caused in Europe. Interesting next assignment.

#blue exorcist #mephisto pheles #ao no exorcist #ane #aoex #blue exorcist theories #blue exorcist manga

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Hi! I looked at your writing advice page and I think it was really good advice and has helped me a lot, but I was also wondering if you have advice on how to write dialogue?

Because I don't want it to sound boring and cheesy, but I also don't want my characters to be spewing pure Shakespeare lol.

When I read your works, I think you do really well and make things balanced and interesting, with even 3 word sentences :)

Do you have advice?

yo yes I kind of do.

I struggled with writing dialogue most out of anything when I started writing--I'd have to force myself to write it, instead of writing paragraphs upon paragraphs of internal monologues--and so developed a 'Beginner's Method' that ended up working for me:

Talk to yourself as the characters and then write down what you end up saying

For me, this involved pacing around my room and muttering to myself like I was slightly deranged, and then pouncing on my laptop every few minutes to speedtype anything good I came up with. It works best when there's an exchange between only two characters, and you have a general idea of where the scene should go.

Now, this may be the theatre kid in me, but 'acting out' what the characters should say helped me figure out their characterisation better, as well as their vocal mannerisms and inflections to try to make each person 'sound' unique, as well as figuring out how the conversation should flow naturally. It's easy for things to sound forced when you're sitting down and staring at a laptop, so actually getting up and moving actually helped a lot.

Only write out what the characters say, nothing else

At the beginning, I only ever wrote the dialogue. It was just lines and lines that looked like this: I don't think you're right about this made-up conflict we're going to be talking about / maybe i'm not / what do you mean / i mean maybe i agree with you, i'm not right about this made-up conflict / yes you're not

This helps so much with figuring out the flow of the dialogue: you don't get bogged-down in making the writing flowery, or figuring out a really clever way to 'show' that a character is sad without 'telling' they're sad... firstly, just figure out what they're saying.

Add in the flowery bits afterwards

Adding in the 'Person A said' / 'She stared at him' / 'His voice wavered, like [blah blah blah words input here]' after you've written out dialogue helped me loads in the beginning. It then helps you structurally: you can look at your work 'zoomed-out', and make sure you're not clogging your writing with too much description, or too little description, or too much blank space, or too little, or... etc. Nowadays I don't need to really do it like this, as I've got enough practice in that I can figure out the 'flow' as I go (haha) but there are still loads of times when I have a fab idea for how I want a scene to go, and so I just whizz out the dialogue as quick as I can, with only a few markers to help me figure out what I want the characters to be doing. Let me have a look in my notes app to try to see if I've got any IW examples.

[EDIT: HUZZAH!!! I FOUND ONE!!! Here’s literally proof of me doing this for a scene in Chapter 19 of ‘Intrinsic Warmth’:

Which was then expanded (by a biiiig degree!!) into this:

In the first one, I didn’t care about formatting, grammar, anything like that. I’m just concerned about getting the words onto the page, as I know I’ll be able to go over it later.

Other general tips:

Nothing is ever solved in one line

The reader's eyes skip over two lines of dialogue (Person A speaks / Person B responds) so, so quickly. I always noticed that it was like two lines were pretty much redundant until I padded them out with just... more lines. For something to seem significant to the reader, or for there to be a purpose for you to include it, I go with a general rule of four lines minimum.

This is because nobody's mind ever really changes in one or line of dialogue. People don't work like this:

Person A: I'll give you £5 for that dress.

Person B: No way. Minimum price, £10.

(Person A is now convinced and will pay £10)

There needs to be some more back-and-forth, for 90% of people. It's very rare that you'll ever find someone so naturally persuasive that they can change someone's mind in one line, or that someone is so easily convinced that their mind can be changed in one line. Most of the time, it'll look something more like this:

Person A: I'll give you £5 for that dress.

Person B: No way. Minimum price, £10.

Person A: I don't know... I've only got £10 in my purse, and that's for everything today.

Person B: Don't worry, Person A. You know I wouldn't cheat you out of your money!

(Person A is now convinced and will pay £10)

However, each line should still add something new. It could be that Person B tries a new method of convincing Person A, or that Person B tries again, saying essentially the same thing but in a different way. That 'different' way should convey something: are they more irritated, more casual, more angry?

Essentially, don't be afraid of writing more dialogue than less. This doesn't mean you should write random stuff, or dialogue that doesn't serve a purpose, but people talk a lot more than you think. Let them talk.

Use single lines of dialogue, it's okay

As in, the bits in italics:

"Hello," Person A said.

"Hello!"

"Heyyyy. What's up?"

Your reader can keep up with who's saying what, especially once you work on developing each character's 'voice'. I used to get so bogged down by making sure every line of dialogue had the character's name attached to it, but in truth you can write these 'single lines' much more than you think. It helps speed the writing up, and it stops your reader from getting that bored, imo.

I don't know what I'm doing to be so fr

Here's the truth: I don't think dialogue is one of my strengths, at the moment. I've spoken a lot about all of your characters finding their 'voice', so you could basically look only at the character's dialogue and you could know which character it is solely from the words that they're saying. It's important for character development, with dialogue being such an important tool to characterise your characters!

But I honestly don't think I'm the best at that. It's something that I'm consciously working on, and I think writing things other than IW will help me stretch those muscles, but it's honestly not something I've got cracked yet. Which is fine--I'm developing as an author! Everyone is, constantly--and I guess a way to say that I'm not tip-top at this, but as long as you're willing to put yourself out there (as in: start writing, start putting words on paper, that's all) then you're going to improve. And that's great! Ha-haaaa

#asks from la lamp de desk

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Hi sashiii ❤️ I saw your recent event and I was wondering if I could request Ace x fem!reader with a Romeo and Juliet kind of trope? (But with the happy ending of course 😉) Forbidden lovers planning on running away together and they finally meet but can’t seem to keep their hands of each other? And it can be NSFW please 🧚🏼‍♀️❤️ thank you so much I hope you find this prompt fun 🙈

Hii beautiful!! of course!! I did actually not just use the "Romeo and Juliet" torpe, but also made a little adaptation of it!! I hope you like it!! thank u for requesting! 💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 ~ 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐃. 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐅! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ~ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬

tw: inspired on Romeo & Juliet, it's my own adaptation to Shakespeare's work of art, with a good ending (or maybe not, who knows, maybe both died and they find themselves in the after life... is up to you to decide which path chose). nsfw. oral sex, romantic and fluffy vag sex.

wc: 2.9k

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The freckled boy, the son of your enemies. The sun that shines always on his beautiful noble manor and his gardens. His wavy black hair flows with the wind, and his shirt always ends up in the ground when he trains during the afternoons. And he knows, the daughter of his father’s enemy looks at him from her own room, high, high in a stone tower.

His eyes sometimes meet, and the pupils burn, burn in desire…Because they are enemies, yes. But they are also lovers. They love each other. But nobody has to know.

The sun sets, the night comes and as the stars form constellations on the sky, his freckles do over his cheeks. Cheeks you got the chance to caress, so soft, so sweet.

“Name! Name!” he calls you from outside your windows. You widen your eyes, is that… him? The flowy fabrics of your night gown shine with the moonlight that filters in between the curtains as you walk towards your balcony.

"Ace? Ace! Where are you? I can't see you!"

Suddenly, him. He is quick and strong, and you suspect he has been training hard his body just to be able to climb to your room.

“Hi…” Ace whispers, always so respectful of you. “Ace… I told you we shouldn’t do this! What if our families find out?” you whisper back, so happy, and so scared because he has crawled up your balcony in the middle of the night. “If we broke the truce the Prince put for us, we will have to pay with our lives at sword point”

Ace sighs, it’s painful for him to be so close and yet so far from you. And frankly, your heart aches too. But you know you have to wait because love always wins, right?

“I’m really sorry, (Name)… I couldn’t look at you from my garden any longer, I needed to have you in my arms” he says, coming closer to your lips. His slightly tanned skin, his mouth so tempting. “Let’s run away. They will never stop hating each other, (Name)” he urges, as you go dumb just by the warm breath over your lips. “I don’t care about dying, as long as I can be with you”

You have to stop yourself from kissing him, and from crying. How is he planning on running away? They will notice, you will be found by the guards.

“Do you remember the first time I saw you?” he asks, remembering that banquet that he attended uninvited to find his brother’s lover and try to convince her to go back to Sabo. You nod, how could you forget the dance where it was announced you were looking for a husband. A husband you weren’t allowed to choose. “I do… you were the one who illuminated my life, Ace”

Ace sits properly on your balcony and pulls you closer, your face rests on his chest and his arms surround your frame. “Since then, I wanted to marry you… would you marry me?” he says, kissing the crown of your head. If there is something this man masters is beautiful romanticism without even trying.

Your eyes become watery, and there is nothing you would like more in this world than marrying the man you love instead of a random Count of your Kingdom. “A-Ace… of course I want to” you mumble, grabbing his clothes in tight fists and crying over the teared cravat of his shirt.

His hands land on the small of your back, pushing you even closer against his body. Then, warm fingers graze your chin up. His blazing eyes fix in yours, and the tip of your noses touch. The sweetest kiss follows, star-crossed lovers that have so much passion ready to be unleashed.

Will it be tonight? Will it be this, a beautiful hot summer night, the night where their bodies melt?

“(Name)!! Is everything all right?” your nanny’s voice echoes from outside your room, the noble young girl has to be monitored, she is a lady that must be respected and taken care of until you are walked down the aisle to another disgusting noble man.

You quickly break up the kiss, your face inspires true terror. But Ace knows how to ease your fear so easily… “Calm down, I got a plan! Wait for me, tomorrow night I will help you scape. Do you trust me?” he asks, brushing your hair back and earning a nod from you, putting blind faith on him.

He crunches over the balcony, grabbing his fancy burnt orange beret. “See you tomorrow, I love you” he mouths. And just when your nanny opens your door he jumps off and disappears into the night.

“Is the lady ok?” you nanny asks, coming towards a startled you. The warm breeze of Verona kisses your cheeks, and your heart pumps faster than ever. “I- I am…” you barely mumble, with eyes fixed into a marine blue velvety sky.

You server turns you around to discover some tears running down your face, she cleans them and sends you to sleep. “Still thinking on that young child of the Portgas, right?” she asks, helping you get into bed. “Tomorrow night will be a big night, Lady (Name). You will meet your future husband in the banquet” she says, tucking your sheets under your armpits.

But… I’ve already met him…

A new day has started with many servants getting you ready for the big night, you were made even to take a bath in milk and roses. Your hair, your nails, everything should be perfect for the party. Your beauty should be enhanced to the maximum… what a futile attempt to make you happy.

And as the night came, with your eyes always looking at the gardens of your manor, you never once thought Ace’s promises will be empty ones…

The banquet was noisy, violins, cellos, and everybody would wait for the tarantella to be played just to dance with their future lovers. And there it is, the man that will marry you… but Ace… where is Ace?

“Come on, (Name). Smile a little, we have accepted your request to wait a few months to get married. Now show some gratitude” your mother tells you, annoyed at your sadness. “Yes, mother…” you answer back, forcing a smile that’s painful and not real.

But, like a sun through the door, a little funny clown appears to animate the nobles and riches getting their bellies stuffed of the most gourmets preparations. “I’m the God of the sun! of laughter! Please, those drums of liberation!! Play that song for me!” the buffoon says, stretching himself and jumping all around.

You smile, it’s inevitable not to do so. He indeed looks like the Sun, a Sun in the middle of a night… and the drums of liberation? What does he mean?

Dancing to the sound of the barrels he comes closer and stands in front of you. “SHI SHI SHI! You must be the young lady, the star of this night!” he says, and quickly snatches some meat from your plate.

You can’t help but laugh at such lack of respect, he is too cute not to do so. He stretches his cheeks and shows you a big smirk, his eyelids have paintings and in his forehead the word meat.

“You like the stars when they form galaxies in the sky, (Name)?” he asks, all of a sudden. “Do you know I have a brother who has them all over his face?”.

You quickly understand what he meant… is this Ace’s plan? “I love them, I love the stars” you tell him, Ace is a true star.

“Cool, then, you should go to the kitchen after the party, I’ve heard you will find the way towards the stars if you eat something sweet! I did find the path towards the sun eating your meat! Thanks!” he whispers and jumps away to keep entertaining the party.

You are left startled. Ace…

You couldn’t wait much longer, of course you couldn’t. And right after the last person left the place and everybody was wasting his time fawning on a Count way older than you, drooling and waiting for a couple of months to pass to have you in his arms, you ran to the kitchen.

“Chef Sanji!” you find the blonde chef of your mansion smoking in his workplace after a long night of hard work.

His blonde locks move when he turns around to you, a sweet smile and a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Beautiful (Name)-san” he salutes you.

“I have come for something… sweet?” you ask him, well aware one of your guards is waiting right outside the window. Probably he had been chatting with Chef Sanji, even though they don’t usually get along.

Sanji lets a little chuckle out; his expression shows how much he understands what you just said. “To find the road to the stars?” he asks, opening a little wooden cabinet from the kitchen. “Uh…” you think twice about saying yes, the guard is looking at you with his single eye.

“Calm down, he is here to help you too… Lady (Name)” he sweetly whispers, putting in your hand a little truffle and looking at the guard with a cute smile. You observe the little dessert over your palm, and then to the cook and the green haired guard.

You open your mouth and close it again several times, what is that supposed to do? How is it going to help finding Ace?

“Eat this, it’s as sweet as spicy. It may burn a little, but then, the sweet chocolate will ease it. Just like love, (Name). You will fall asleep for a day; you will be safe. You will be taken to Dr. Marco. You know him?” Sanji asks.

You nod, Dr. Marco has always been your family doctor. But it was also the Portgas family’s doctor too… “Thank you guys…” you whisper, taking the truffle and letting the burning sensation in your tongue numb your life as you run through the halls of your home.

A new Sun awakens the cobbled streets of Verona, the heat of a summer over Italy make some flowers still shy to open after a long night.

You lay on your bed, completely unconscious. No response, even the strongest knocks on your door does not wake you up. Door that’s open by your nanny and mother, to find an inert body resting over your bed.

“My dear (Name)!” “Call Dr. Marco right away! She is not breathing!”

Doctor Marco fixes his glasses as he tries to find a little bump that would indicate your heart is beating on your cold wrist. But he says he cannot find it. You are gone, for ever…

Left over the stone of your future grave, your family members cry heartbroken. How did that happen? Why have you passed away? So young, so beautiful… Roses surround your body, all around that stone where your back rests. Your hands crossed over your belly and your hair let down framing your peaceful façade.

A dying sun caresses your cold skin with orangey rays that filter from the garden, the sky is tinted in lilac and the summer breeze plays with the silky fabric of your dress. The night slowly comes, and with that your family leaves your grave to rest, perhaps, a little.

“I’m here…” you hear, a whispering voice that warms your heart. “I’m already here, I’m sorry if I made you wait”

Soft hands over your cheeks, the warmth of his lips on your forehead. Slowly easing the comatose state, you were in by kisses and caresses, loving touches, full of hope and liberation. “A-Ace…?” you mumble while trying to beat the heaviness of your eyelids. You feel your mouth dry, but that doesn’t matter because the first thing you see is the galaxy on his cheeks.

“Hi” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Hi…” you utter, smiling so happily. If this is a dream or if this is reality, it doesn’t really matter.

Ace’s lips slowly reach for yours and closing your eyes you receive them. The first kiss of the new rest of your lives, along with his fingers interlocking with yours. Kiss that turns into the most passionate session of tongues dancing. It’s been so long, how many days you have waited for his kisses, for his hands?

“Should we get married first?” he asks once he lays next to your still a little weak body. “Let’s get married under the stars, right now” you tell him, sure marriage is nothing but sealing your love in an eternal promise.

Ace smiles, for the first time so sincerely, happiness fills his heart, and does yours too. “Do you take me as your husband, (Name)?” he asks, kissing your hand. “I do, (Ace). Do you take me as your wife, Ace?”

“I do, love of my life”

He pulls you up, sitting over the cold stone but surrounded by a blazing love, by a blazing desire. The freckled young man hand’s rest over your shoulders, slowly sliding your sleeves down them. Sweet pecks over your neck, down to your collar bones. None of you could wait any longer for this, you simply can’t.

Over the stone that would close your tomb, you will seal the deal that makes you free. The love that will lead you to a new life, what a beautiful paradox.

His kisses slowly makes you lay over what is now your bed, he takes his beret off revealing the wavy raven locks framing his galaxy face. You help him take his shirt off, barely ripping it with your own nails. Finally, his body, all for you.

Tan skin from a hot summer, from endless days training on his garden under the sun. His fingers buried on your hips, lifting your right leg. Leg that ends around his, carving your heel onto his calf. Hardness against wetness, his kisses don’t limit to your lips. Desperately nibbling your neck, and the little valley in between your breasts.

Ace, like an unstoppable beast, begins devouring you. Sucking, licking, biting, pulling. Getting drunk on your whines, you in rapture. More, more, I wanna feel you even closer.

The freckled man, goes down, tracing a wet path from your chest to your belly button. He stops right there, after kissing around your navel. His fire eyes fixed on yours, lust has taken his body host and you won’t stop him. His fingers squeezing your hipbones tight. “Spread, (Name)… please” he commands, showing you what he wants to do with his watering mouth.

You do, lifting your legs and spreading them so he can fit in the middle. His smile turns into a smirk, a dark smirk. Ace plays with your fine lingerie, first touching the dampness of the lace that covers your sex. His nose buries them on your sex, still covered, but feeling every sensation his lips create. He kisses first, and licks then.

“Can I?” he asks, still waiting for your permission to take your underwear off. You only moan and nod, you need him to do so, you really need it to. He smiles, kindly this time, kissing first your inner thigh and then sliding your panties off.

The white lace slowly goes down your legs, getting to your feet. Ace plants a loving peck over the arch of your foot and then the clothes are finally off. He pounces back in between your legs, with the utmost care he only tastes your dripping arousal with the tip of his tongue, breathing warmly over your anatomy. It makes you squirm; it makes you arch your back.

Yet, this is just the beginning because when he spread your labia with his finger and attacks your button of pleasure, you scream hard. Your moan echoes through the night, and you are pretty much sure everybody had listened.

But, frankly, you don’t care.

Ace, Ace keeps eating, nurturing from your sex, taking you to heaven so sweetly and sinfully. Hi trace circles, he sucks, and he even uses his fingers. Fingers to which your walls get used to, as they open their ways inside of you.

Climax, that unknown sensation finally taking over your body for the very first time, warming and taking you to edge of glory from the loving actions of your husband. The freckles that sprinkle his rosy cheeks now, peek up your core to simply enjoy the beautiful expression of your ecstasy.

“Ace, keep… going, please. Come here” you mumble when your breath normalizes, you need him inside of you, you can’t wait any longer. “Sure, my love” he accepts, crawling up to you, planting a honey kiss on your lips.

Ace wipes the little drops of sweat on your forehead and looks at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen. His adoration towards you reminds you of a goddess worshiper. And indeed, he is, he considers you as his goddess, precious divinity.

“Do you want me to make love to you, my dear?” he asks, with his forearms at each side of your face. “Make love to me, my lover”.

Bellies touching, breathing into each other. Himself invading your insides with care and soft motions so you get accustomed to him. Slowly moving in and out once your clenching walls allow him to do so.

Resting his body weight over his left side, he makes love to you with eyes fixed on yours and his right hand caressing your cheek. “I love you” he repeats on and on, until words aren’t needed or can’t be said. Moaning and confessing how much both love each other, seal your first encounter with raptured feelings as if you had finally found the path to the stars...

“Let’s run away and never look back” 💖~

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gaykarstaagforever · 4 months

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English in the 160+ years between Chaucer and Shakespeare was wild. This is Middle English, where the English court finally decided to stop using French and use their own damn language.

...Which had already been like 40% French for 400 years.

Plus every 20 miles you went in Great Britain, the people would be speaking an incomprehensible dialect and using a different alphabet.

Case in point:

That thing that looks like a 3 falling down is supposed to be a "g," but I think they also randomly use it as an s or a z. Because they didn't have a z, and s already had two different letters, depending on where it appeared in the word.

Also u is a v...sometimes. Next to an e. Sometimes. The e's at the end of words was pronounced...except when it wasn't.

Also w's might be v's sometimes. Or literal double-u's, like "oo." Because they used a w, but not a v...?

Also j is a soft c when it is near an s. ...Which you kind of don't need, because you already have an s. But French has soft c's, so they added them, but wrote them as j's.

Y's and i's are equivalent, except when they aren't. Sometimes a y is just the word 'ye'. Except when it might stand in for 'and'? Maybe?

Also 'ee' is the same as 'i' and 'y'. And 'ie'. They're all the same. Except when 'ie' sounds like 'eye,' instead. There is zero textual way to tell.

And they use the letter thorn pretty consistently for 'th'. Except where they just USE 'TH'.

Also sometimes they actually use an actual letter 'g' instead of the 3 thing. And half the time it is silent. So what the hell is the point?

You figure this out. This is apparently a hymn to Mary about how Jesus is cool, but...also might be about Jesus kissing Mary Magdalene? I can't tell, because they keep randomly dropping in full Latin phrases I don't understand, but which they apparently did.

Probably.

You tell me, people who didn't drop out of college.

This is why English spelling remains incomprehensibly weird. They gave up before they even started.

The University of Oxford was founded in 1096 probably just to help people figure this nonsense out. And they never did!

#history of the english language #middle english #15th century #english history #etymology

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meadowlarkx · 8 months

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Explore my bookshelf!

Tagged by @searchingforserendipity25 @jouissants and @swanmaids! Thank you so much 💕💕

An estimate of how many physical books I own: I really have no idea especially because they're not all in one place right now. Maybe 200-300? Hmm. A lot (to me)

Favorite author: Tolkien right now? Ursula Le Guin? I really like Sarah Waters and as a wee lass I really adored Patrick Rothfuss. Umm. I realize I usually tend to pick stuff to read from individual authors based on their premise instead of going through an author's repertoire. Sorry, authors. But it's genuinely hard for me to pick a favorite since they all strike different notes! Fandom writers I've known past and present also loom large here for me.

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: Hmm maybe The Locked Tomb? The vibes just seem too ironic for me. But I might still read it sometime, it just hasn't grabbed me yet. Probably also Discworld. Sorry to everyone.

A popular book I thought was just meh: The Song of Achilles... Whoops. Anyway, I found some aspects of the writing style lovely, but as a story and a retelling it majorly fell flat for me.

Longest book I own: Les Misérables probably, or one of the big compiled editions of Shakespeare or Austen

Longest series I own all the books to: Hmm, I think A Song of Ice and Fire from my fan days in high school—but kinda by accident (I'd already read the last books on ebook when I was gifted them). Still surprises me to think I do actually own all of those tomes in hard copy

Prettiest book I own: Mariana and the Merchild... yes it's a children's picture book. And you've almost certainly heard me bring it up sometime. Lesbian-coded child-rearing of my heart. Look at the pictures!

A book or series I wish more people knew about: As Meat Loves Salt by Maria McCann—imagine a fictional microhistory that's also a darkly painted yet tender and gripping gay romance that's also about utopian experiments and the English Civil War. When Fox is a Thousand by Larissa Lai—this book is a dream, a messy and confusing dream, but I recommend it to everyone ever! Chinese folklore and mythology, queer and sapphic-ness, through time and space from ancient China to modern-day immigrant communities in Canada—so touching and really beautiful. Many moments from this one still stick in my brain.

Series: The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud—OK, it's been a while since I read this in full, and I just said I don't always like irony and these books are crammed full of silly little jokes and targeted towards a younger audience, BUT just thinking about them makes me tear up with emotion. Ages-old wry shapeshifting djinni, snotty-kid-becomes-politician, and hardened girl from the underclass navigate an alternate magical-spirits-powered British imperialism. It's queer and incisive TO ME.

Nonfiction: A Biography of No Place by Kate Brown, about borderland villages in Soviet Ukraine and the drastic changes in structures/social organization and identities that occurred from 1920-1950. Poorly said but I just think the perspective this book takes is unique and insightful and empathic and everyone should read it.

Book I'm reading now: The Bandit Queens and Lays of Beleriand. In theory I'm reading them hell yeahhh

Book that's been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven't got around to it: Invisible Cities by Italo Calvino and The Goblin Emperor by Katherine Addison. I checked both of these out to read over the summer and renewed them like 3 times and did I read them... no I did not. Also a bunch more are on the TBR but you know how it is

Do you have any books in a language other than English: La Reine Margot in French is the one I tried seriously to read in recent times, but I have some others in French and Spanish, mostly from high school. 1 in Czech (a copy of With Fire and Sword I have from @sparklingdali for the pictures ❤️). Polish With Fire and Sword & The Deluge pdfs & a couple of physical books ambitiously in Polish, emphasis on the ambition part.

Paperback, hardcover, or ebook? Ideally I check out whatever version the library has. I prefer physical copies and I guess paperbacks, but I'll do ebooks if I have to! At this point I try to only actually buy (hopefully secondhand) books I think I'm really going to want to keep, because I already have too many to move with

Tagging @themelodyofsilence @nibi-nix @tuulikki @sparklingdali @bachaboska if you'd like to do this, and anyone else who hasn't done it yet!

#*i didn't mention orhan pamuk in authors. i failed on that #my posts #tag meme #have been enjoying you guys' recs! 💖

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penguinmerchant · 1 year

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Return to Sender--failed attempt

Well, this did not turn out well. I'm deciding to post it anyway because the front cover is so pretty I can't stand it and I'm hoping that maybe if I detail what went wrong it will either help someone else or prevent me from making the same mistake again. So here she is, my first failed binding of the first fic I've ever done for my own stuff (and goddamn I hope that's not a metaphor for something)

Just look at her. Gorgeous. Inspiration taken directly from this version of a Shakespeare book that I found on Pinterest. I just loved the cutout text in gold, the triangle in the middle that seemed like an envelope. Perfect for an epistolary novel, right? And the boyfriend did the graphic design again this time, carrying his burden of knowing exactly how crappy these things are to weed, and made it so that weeding was a particularly easy process. Now, actually getting this stuff to stick---that still sucked. The black went down really easy but the gold took forever to stick down, and I'm not really sure why. It took 30 seconds for the black to stick and probably 6 different sets of 30 seconds for the gold, same heat and everything. If anyone has any insights into how to get this cricut vinyl to act better, I'd appreciate it forever.

(But god, look at it. It's so pretty).

The back.

The spine.

And now to the horrors, under the cut.

So I guess the textblock came out crooked, or maybe I cut it crooked. I don't know where the badness came from, but look at how these endsheets (the beautiful, beautiful endsheets) came out.

Look how far down the left side of the block sits, and how high the right is. And to get it like that, the bottom looks like this:

It's practically falling out of the case. Also these headbands suck. I keep using them because they're the only gold ones I have but they just shred themselves to pieces, I hate them.

It's so bad, you guys. I could not get this block to sit straight no matter what I did. And to make it even worse, I figured out the way that it fit in the least horribly, and made a mark on it and everything, and then promptly attached the cover to the wrong side. I don't think it would have mattered much, but it would have only been like 80% bad instead of 90%.

I think--If I'm guessing here--that I somehow pressed the spine out of whack during one of the glue applications. Because by the numbers--and I did measure this thing about ten thousand times--it should have been even. But I think the spine kicked out in a really funny way that made it so it wouldn't lay flat on the boards, and so when I tried to case it in the spine pushed on the crooked part and wonked out the whole thing. And what I should have done was 1) Make boards that fit the wonkiness, try to even it out a little (even if it would have made the book itself sit funny), or, better yet, 2) redo the textblock and try and fit it into the already made boards. But I didn't. I just forged ahead and now I'm going to have to make another one from scratch because this is my story and I can't have it looking like this, it feels like too much to take that disrespect and/or laziness.

But at least I won't have to set the text again. Look at it. I found different handwritten fonts for each character that I felt like expressed their personalities. Laurent's is tidy and clean but with a few little flourishes.

Damen's is a little looser, a little scribblier.

And then Auguste's is my favorite, it's curly and sweepy and completely over the top.

There's a few more, these were just the most prominent ones. And the whole of the actual text is italicized. I know it's kind of annoying to read but just regular text looked way too jarring against the handwritten flourishes at the beginning and end, and the handwritten fonts were impossible to read once there was more than like, six words. I even tried putting in a typewriter-esque font, but that did not look right either. The italicized font bridged the gap, I think, and it's not too annoying to read in context, honestly.

Ugh, I'm so disappointed, even though I'll probably try to display this somewhere because the cover is so pretty lol. I think the lesson I need to take away from this and remember is that I need to stop when I see a problem come up. I knew from the time that I cut the boards that this wasn't going to work right, and I still went ahead and did it anyway because I thought I could force it and I wanted it to be done. And now I've wasted my beautiful duo cloth, those gorgeous marbled endpapers, and I'm going to have to do this again. Patience is definitely not something I have in spades but I'm going to keep this as a testament to how important it is to take your time and make sure that things are right before continuing.

#fic binding #my own fic!#fanfic bookbinding #captive prince #lesson learned #book binding gone wrong

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icravebooks · 1 year

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Yoonseon era

Summary: getting to know yoongi seem to just confuse you further, it's even more hard to not see him in a different light when he keeps showing you sides of him that you don't think people are aware of.

The tenses is about to increase when yoongi decides to reveal his love language.

Warning: fluff, yoongi being a softie and I am getting hella warm just thinking about how cute he is being, reader is having mood swings, yoongi is being concerned and let's see, mention of painful cramps, nothing that i find triggering.

Word count: 4.8k

Side note: i kinda heavily edited this one too and have to do same to the upcoming chapter after this which I will be uploading today. I hope you guys enjoy this.

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It has been nearly a month since you came here, your phone died down on you by the end of the very first week of your arrival to this place. A month taught you alot about how things worked around here, the maids were still a touch overbearing but you have made them break out of it alot of times.

You tried this whole time to grasp as much about yoongi as you could, he might have been considered a tyrant but he was a good king, People said He was dangerous but he never was quite oblivious of his duty to his people, he made sure his subjects were fed, crime was not out of hand, judgment was fair. He was exactly tyrant or perhaps people of this time really needed to see a tyrant King, however people feared yoongi and who didn't fear him respected no matter how small that number of people was it was enough to keep yoongi in control of his empire and running it nicely. You had come to admired how he was so serious to his duties instead of being selfish like anyone would expect of a person like him.

He was still cold according to people but you had seen some sides of him that the world seem to be unaware off and you weren't exactly in a hurry to let the world see it, you had been having meals with him every since and that was the time you told him about how things worked in future, it had to be one of the most fun time of your day since you came here, how couldn't it be when the whole time you got to see him giving you beautiful big doe eyes, his expression so intriguing that you often couldn't fight back a smile of appreciation, you were sure that if Shakespeare would have been korean instead of English, he would have wrote poetries about yoongi's beauty and the best part of yoongi was that scar of his.

It wasn't hideous some might think it looked hideous but if you were to describe it, the scar was actually a part of him that showed his bravery, it was a medal that was supposed to be wore with pride, it was a part of his past that was like a siren call pulling you towards him even more.

Anyhow, yoongi seems to be really curious of the future life, maybe being a king made him even more interested, he had been very much intergruied by the theory of government and how the whole power thing worked in future, although he had scoffed at the idea of democracy he still found some of the rules interesting. You would occasionally talk about your life to him, how you were brought up and what you wanted to do. Yoongi would always listen with such devotion that your heart couldn't stop making you think of him in so many other ways. You couldn't see him in the same light as his subjects, you knew he was far too wronged by everyone, a man who has to live according to people's own prejudice towards him when he has nothing to be at fault for. That one bitter thought leaving a sour taste in your heart, you heart yearned about how he became who he was today.

But he never once talked about his family or how his childhood was, he had always laughed and gave you a smile of adornment when you had talked about how much of a headache you were as a child. That had made your heart flutter a lot more times than his secretive past had sting, however Him being a total different person to how people describe him when he was around you made you think less and embarrassed yourself infront of him more. you had even started to bond better although ironically no other romantic moment was gifted to you ever since the garden one.

You like to consider it as you guys were friends, he had taken your advice on a lot of matter and it has also reached your ears that people are starting to change their opnion about him, The gossip about you being his mysterious love interest has also been circulating since day two when some of the maids saw you guys taking a walk near the lake while you both were trying to push each other into the lake, let's just say yoongi was actually a goofball in all true form.

You had been curious since the start about how he got that scar on his face, although you didn't dare to ask him cause it seemed like a very harsh memory that you wouldn't want him to talk about , you were also dubious that you were not that close yet or certainly never would be, no matter how bad that made it sting, that was the truth an undeniable one at that. Not Letting your feelings grow you decided to just delude yourself in thinking that you were merely intrigued by him and that scar, So to suffice your burn of curiosity you resorted to the most convenient option gossips, and who could be better reliable for it than someone who was there through the whole unfold of events, head lady shin served as the perfect source she recounted for you about how the previous king was a loved one, both of yoongi's parents were a love match.

their love story was quite swoon worthy his mother was the daughter of a botanist and yoongi father had a knack for plants leading to both of their meeting and then a marriage that was opposed by few nobles. Hearing that you were sure that the garden yoongi had was something even more personal than you had thought of it to be, it left you wondering if you would ever even know about what true possession it was, what his parents and his life was, his parents were madly in love and within a year in their marriage had yoongi.

they were the perfect happy family, yoongi was probably the pampered child and your heart had almost melted when you had imagined a chubby little one throwing tantrums but when you learned that upon yoongi turning 8 an assassination took place which resulting in his parents death your whole heart crashed you literally shut off on hearing that piece of information.

the person who was behind this whole assassination was some king who was enemies with yoongi's father, he didn't killed yoongi though and you couldn't help the tears already thinking of the 8 years old who was orphaned in an instant, the child who would have the seen the whole living nightmare.the child who was sent to some other place as of an exile, the child who knew affection being given a life of loneliness, you wanted to scream or cry on his behalf feeling anger prick at your skin over how could even people consider him tyrant when he was in all honesty a victim. rumors had it that when yoongi came back the scar was already there on his face and he was no longer an innocent pity child he was a 18 years old psycho burning for revenge which he did take, he killed his parents criminal with his own hands.

The death of the king was done so heinous that people shudder just at the mere mention of it, though it wasn't disclosed to you, you didn't actually felt remorse for the enemy king, it may have left a dark twisted glimpse to the old you but this version of you who knew what yoongi was like, the one who had seen the affectionate side of him, the one who knew that he had to keep a facade up all day long didn't feel pity or sympathy for anyone aside yoongi. After that revenge, yoongi took over the regin and had been ruling since then but you knew that just claiming what was rightfully his wasn't enough, call it insanity but you could actually feel the unsatisfactory of the whole turn of events.

Not letting the feeling get the best of you, You asked the head lady about how he got the scar all she told you was that nobody knew exactly how some say it was done by a bear who yoongi had combated with and had taken down, some say it was done by the king who killed his parents, some even say that yoongi himself did that just to keep it as a reminder of how he lost his parents.

Whatever you heard just left you feeling even more drawn to yoongi, ofcourse he was no good guy he had killed more people than you had seen within this little while of time spent here and he was strict even the slightest of mistake was taken as a huge sin by him. But you couldn't even feel a single ounce of fear when you were beside him, not when all he had ever done is sheilding you from any possible hurt verbal or physical.

he felt like...a safe place, you had not seen him do anything extreme dark but you were slightly doubtful that it would do nothing to scare you away, but to play safe you preferred not to getting involved into politics here because you were really not someone who could handle how things worked around here.

All in all he was a tyrant no doubt but there was some light within him and that's all you wanted to keep focusing on. Blame the dark romance book your read but you would rather have a villan than a hero.

You guys were getting along just good, you weren't going to be stupid and bring a wall between you. You were losing count of how many days you had been here which was lucky solved by the arrival of your periods always punctual to visit you after every 25 - 30 days.

That was why you were currently in your room cluchting your stomach and moaning in pain, additional to this your mood was pissed beyond pissed caused you didn't had a proper pad, you didn't even knew which Era you were in and there were no freaking pads!, so at last you had to arrange for something that could be used as a pad and thanks to the hack you once saw on your Instagram that you were able to make something somewhat similar to a pad. It still left you pissed, if anger was illustrated by animation there would have been a Grey cloud with lighting striking on top of your head.

"Lady y/n his highness will be expecting you for lunch." Lady shin informed making you roll your eyes, that would be the last thing you would want to be concerned about when you were literally similar to a fish without water, "tell him I won't be able to join him." You instructed turning to the other side and closing your eyes, you didn't mean to be rude but periods has its ways to bring out the worst in you and make you be a bitch. "wouldn't he question about the reason?" One of the other maid, yona said she was somewhere around your age and you had actually started to consider her as a friend. However her words currently didn't help, if anything it just made you clench your jaw in annoyance.

"Just tell him I am a bit under the weather." You stated waving your hand but ended up gritting your teeth as your cramps start to act up, it was silent for a few minutes as they left you alone to rest. Your cramps had started to get worst and worst never in your life had you faced extremely painful cramps, you had always had minimal one and when the pain became unbearable you were quick on gulping down a pain killer. That idea seem to not be valid for today, so you had no other choice than to suck it up and be a woman. Males they say are strong, giving them a one time try on periods cramp and then we will see who are actually strong.

"Yona." You called out not able to hold yourself still anymore, yoh sat up as you untied your hairs that were braided and used the scrunchie you had to tie your hairs atop In a lose bun. You felt glad that you had landed hear with you tourist bag which had all you stuffs in it, Your clothes, some of your other Essentials.

it had came in handy when you were telling yoongi about your world and he even had requested you for a few things so that he could ask his workers to try making them. Like the clothes they could be made same went for rubber bands and scrunchies, you even helped them make a full length mirror that was now settled on a corner in you room and was currently displaying the messed up state you were in, you looked like shit but who cares.

"You need something lady y/n?" Yona asked as she entered inside with a small smile gracing her lips making you frown, "before that how many more times am I to tell you to not call me that?" You pointed folding your arms and scowling at her, she just gave you a sheepish grin making you shake your head with a dismissive sigh, making friends with ladies of old times was fun they said, now you know not to trust kdramas a little too much. Stifling another frustrated sigh you decided to speak.

"can you ask the cook to heat up some raw rice and wrap it in a cloth and bring me that." You requested her and she opened her mouth slightly looking curious but nodded anyway probably thinking about missteping all those boundaries that lady shin talks about, "Don't worry I will show you what it's for." You assured her chuckling at her curiosity while she just gave you an apprehensive grin.

Once you were done with the instructions and yona had left you looked around the room trying to distract your mind, you definitely were going to skip lunch. You definitely not felt like eating with how bad your stomach was being, you wanted to curse at your ovaries but then again that wouldn't change a thing. You could try reading or maybe painting wait did you even knew how to paint using the old equipment,it would be a good distraction though but that could also make your sour mood even more sour but- You were cut off from your train of thoughts by a knock on your door, which made you look up at the same time as you shouted a come in.

What an unusual sight!

you didn't expected to see yoongi standing there looking at you with concern written all over his face, your mind racing a kilometre a minute just with the sight of his face you were sure you heart was still beating your brain on that marathon, you smiled nonetheless at the sight of him waving your hand at him as he closed the door behind him and walked to where you were.

You patted the place beside you and he was quick to take a seat next to you, how indecent even this was according to people's of his time but you didn't care, you wanted to know though what would people have to say if they saw yoongi and you right now. "I heard you were sick." He sounded a little too worried which made you chuckle slightly, "not exactly sick but just a little under the weather maybe." You stated giving him an assuring smile while he assessed you as if not able to believe your words. His gaze was so dark and serious that your insides shivered by the merely look in them, your period hormone controlled brain taking you to all the horny edges.

"What?" You laughed awkwardly praying for your cheeks to not give you out but you doubted that considering you could actually feel the warmth spreading all over your body, yoongi shrugged frowning a little looking extremely displeased, "you don't believe me?, i am completely fine yoongi, it's nothing big." You assured him placing your hand on his shoulder and giving it an reassuring squeeze, the way yoongi's eyes assessed made your stomach flip but that look of disappointment left an unsettling feeling within you, your brain now catching up to the fact that you looked like shit and self consciousness burning your cheeks brighter.

"Then why didn't you join me for lunch?" His question drew you out he sounded little whine and you bit back a smile, he was such a goofball and the worst part was he was totally unaware of that fact, God you could squish him right now, shower his face with kisses...okay let's stop right there, "I didn't wanted you to catch an.. infection ?" You weren't even sure why you were lying, but you weren't really sure if he had any idea about periods or not and this was the best your brain could do with the tense in your mind and stomach increasing with his gaze that was unwavering.

"You are lying." He grounded out making you looked at him with a surprised expression, you were a bit taken aback when you saw how his eyes hardened and a look of pain took over his face making you feel guilty for some reason. Ofcourse you shouldn't have lied to him but was telling him even an option?

"Don't you dare to tell me other wise, i have been here with you for some time now and you haven't coughed or sneezed once what else could cause an infection." He was quick at pointing out things and even was a good observer never a surprise considering he was a ruler, you didn't know how to answer him but still opened your mouth only to clench your jaw right after it as your lower abdomen felt like your heart was beating there instead of your chest. A sharp pain shooting through your body and making you grit your teeths in pain.

You placed a hand on your stomach out of reflex while you tried to take deep breathes, "are you okay?" Yoongi's deep voice which was almost shrieking made your attention turn to him, your mind returning from the pain haziness to administer the fact that you weren't alone you bit your lower lip nodding your head not wanting to worry him, "hold on a moment let me call for the royal physician." He announced all you comfort thaat had arrived just for a second leaving, your eyes widen when he got up from his spot, you quickly latched onto his hand trying to stop him. You breathed in ready to speak thinking he would understand the meaning behind your hold on him but seems like he miss interpreted it to be a pain reflex.

you wanted to stop him but Too late he already had called for the head eunuch, who seem to have been standing just outside the door and walked in as quick as you blinked. "Bring over the royal physician." He instructed while you looked between him and the eunuch, you knew what went through the eunuch's brain at the possible contact between you and yoongi but you were too fucked up to give a fuck about him, all you attention was currently on the man who was acting totally ridiculous.

"yoongi no!" You exclaimed in disapproval trying to stop him, making both him and the head eunuch look at you. You were sure to the watcher's eyes this very scene had a whole new angle which said that yoongi was fucking you and had caused a little secret but honestly you were overthinking or maybe you weren't thinking, what the hell was going on here in the first place, you were beyond frustrated and where the damn did yona go?!

"Don't you dare to tell me you aren't in pain, I can see it clear on your face." Yoongi scolded you giving you a shake of his head reminding you where you were,b he was right you were almost on the verge of moaning out in pain, you breathe a little labored and your teeths clenched. Why the fuck were you having such bad cramps?, or was it always this worst and you never noticed caused you took painkillers?, whatever it was this just might give you a whole different level of second hand embarrassment and you are way too sensible to live up to that.

Before you could put in another disapproval the eunuch had left the room with him you had to bid goodbye to your senses too cause no way in hell were you going to be able to live up to the embarrassment minutes away, yoongi distracted you from every sane thought of yours that at the moment was screaming in anger, he sat down infront of you and he looked hesitant but that look on his eyes was speaking volumes too much volumes for someone who was apparently was experiencing the worst pain she had ever had in life, talk about giving birth huh maybe you would pass on that.

You almost sobbed when yoongi's rough hands cupped your face too softly that you sighed in a little relief, you looked at him with tha exhaustion that was starting to weight down on you, his face was one of clear concern, his brows furrowed while his lips were slightly parted and there were wrinkles forming on the side of his eyes as he narrowed them looking at you, you wanted to reach forward and sooth those wrinkles down but you doubt they were gonna go anywhere until he was sure that you were healthy and perfectly fine. Even in this whole chaos your eyes were once again drawn to the scar you just wanted to gentle trace it with you finger maybe even kiss it, see how it feels against your lip.

"Tell me truthfully where does it pain?" He questioned his voice was a comforting wishper, it left you doubting if you had be cared for like this since forever, you wanted to cry blame it on periods but you really wanted to cry when he questioned you like that. "yoongi." That's all you could manage to whisper softly, another word and you bet you would be crying an ocean for fucked up reasons, you closed your eyes leaning into his touch, what the heck was he doing with you heart?, did you even had your heart with yourself anymore or was it his already, you couldn't help the slight prick in your tear glands when the ironic truth over took your heart.

"you can tell me." Yoongi sounded so soothing when he assured you encouraging you with a smile, you smiled back placing your hand over his, a pinch to your heart making you want to laugh at his assurance, will he still be this kind if you told him what he was starting to make you feel.

"I am totally fine yoongi, trust me I am not sick it's just..it's.." you couldn't complete your words the door was being knocked again, a sigh ignited from your chest, you both pull away from each other with a blush coating your cheeks but your heart was a little heavy, you weren't able to even feel embarrassed or any other emotions as another wave of pain shot through your stomach making you Groan.

Great now it gets even more difficult to convince yoongi that you didn't needed a doctor, you wanted to roll your eyes but the exhaustion was real and the frustration let's not talk about that.

"your highness." The unfamiliar voice made your head shot up towards the source, your eyes widen in panick as you were met with the sight of a man nearly in his 50s, this just keeps getting better and better. You had to be one of the luckiest or unlucky woman to have to explain periods infront of a 50 years old man and a king, you would have made a sarcastic comment had the situation not be so serious.

"Yoongi I don't need a doctor." You stated with a firm shake of your head the similar of which was yoongi's reply. Either this man was going to be the death of you or vice versa, he matched you on being stubborn and that always had it's way of crawling up your ass.

"You will have to leave the room your highness, I will see to what the problem is." The physician said made your brows furrow while you glared at him and then at yoongi who just nodded and got up from his seat, you no way in hell are gonna let this show on any further.

"oh hell no, I am perfectly fine there is no need to see to anything." You objected crossing your arms while the old man seem to choke on his spit at your outraged behavior or thee fact that you just blasphemy, yoongi just glared at you which your shrugged off. The older really might be having a heartattack seeing the way you were competing yoongi's glare.

"Oh really you call groaning like that completely fine or the way you have .." you cut him off by suddenly shouting not able to hold the dam of emotions back anymore, "because I am having my periods you dimwit!" You shouted making both of them look at you with puzzled expression.

"what is periods?" Yoongi questioned looking between you and the physician, any other time you loved when yoongi asked you questioned this time you were feeling nothing but rage, yoongi might have considered that maybe the physician knew the answer to it, He did just not the term you used. You didn't wanted to speak out about this men forbidden topic honestly you didn't even know why you were trying to hide this in the first place, you never had done this before but you never had been in some another era ever before.

"My monthly course if that's what you guys call it." You announced grumbling making both of the males face turn bright red while you just scoffed at the sight of them, so much for brave men. "What about the pain?" Yoongi questioned more like himself but maybe he spoke out his thoughts because the look on his face after spilling those words were of a bit cringe and had you not been recovering from a fire mood you would have admired it or teased him.

"it's common your highness not a big deal, nothing to worry about." The physician explained In a dismissive voice and that's the last straw your head snap in his direction so fast that you were sure you would have got whiplash.

Now that triggered you, "not a big deal?, how do you know have you ever had them?, just because women don't let on how much pain they go through doesn't makes it is less of a pain. " You snapped making the old man look at you as a deer caught in headlight, his expression morphed from shocked to scared in seconds, he seemed so astonished since he had entered the room that you doubted he would say a word good about you to people, he bowed apologizing which made your rub your face In frustration, yoongi was quick to dismiss him probably understanding just how pissed you were.

Once it was again just the two of you he sat down beside you not actually meeting your eyes as he looked out through the little window that was in your room, "is it always like this?" He questioned after a moment of serene passed between you both, you look at him with a smile not able to help yourself with the realisation that yoongi genuinely cared, "no..it can be but i am not entirely educated about what triggers these cramps." You answered keeping your tone soft, you saw him nod in understanding. It again turned silent between you both you could feel the pain subdue a little but the pain was still there and your whole attention was on the cramps.

"Can i help you In any way?"yoongi's question genuinely surprised you, it even more so ever steal your breath away when he turned his face towards you, his expressions so soft and a small almost not evidient smile appearing on his face, God you hated yourself for feeling butterflies just at the bare minimum but that's what made you realise it was far more than just attraction you felt for him, you sure were falling for him.

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