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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Alcina x newborn daughter!reader (Paid commission request)

Alright, so this was an awesome paid commission request. As you can see, reader is indicated as fem in this story, but that’s only because it was a paid request.

All requests sent to my inbox that are not paid for are still gender-neutral reader only. (No exceptions! Sorry.)

Alcina has always exuded maternal warmth and comfort, even from a young age. She believes that being a mom is part of what she was put on this earth to do. When Miranda brought Bela, Cass, and Dani to the castle, Alcina watched them diligently and nursed them around the clock. The three immediately imprinted on her when they woke up, and Alcina was overjoyed to have three beautiful daughters to love.

The four of them lead happy lives in Castle Dimitrescu for decades. But recently, Alcina feels herself longing for something. She wants to be able to nurture even more. She wants to carry and bear a child. It’s a desire she has craved all throughout her human life, but was too sick to ever make a reality. But now, she has the cadou… She knows that she would be strong enough to sustain a baby. She’s certain that the girls would be tickled to have a new sibling to love as well. Alcina is soon obsessed with the idea.

However, there’s no way in hell she’s going to just sleep with some random, disgusting man-thing. Maybe… Mother Miranda could help? Considering all of the amazing things she has been able to achieve in terms of biology in the village… It really doesn’t seem like such a long shot that she may have a way to make this happen for Alcina in a more methodical way.

Alcina can’t wait to ask her mother about this and quickly sets out for Miranda’s cottage. Alcina all but barges in and pleads with Miranda to help her attain her wish.

Miranda’s eyes go wide at Alcina’s words as she explains. She certainly isn’t expecting this… But, then a thought hits her. “Hmm… I actually might be able to help with that, draga mea,” She says.

“Really?!” Alcina damn near squeals with joy.

The blonde looks at Alcina and giggles softly. It’s entertaining to see this side of her daughter. “Well, if prompted with the right hormones, your reproductive system should be able to create a more than adequate environment for a growing baby,” She grins. “In terms of the paternity of the baby, well, that can be taken care of during a simple procedure in my lab. No other contact would be needed between you and the donor,” She explains.

Alcina breathes out a sigh of relief at this.

“Once the insemination is done it should take. I have no doubt that your rapid regeneration will help you carry a little one easily,” Miranda says.

Alcina’s eyes begin to water. This is exactly what she was hoping for. She can’t believe she’ll soon be taking her first step toward making this happen. She hugs Miranda tightly. “You’re making my dream come true, mother. Thank you.”

It surprisingly doesn’t take long for all the preliminary tests and procedures Alcina needs to be completed. After everything she’s done… Now, she just has to wait to take a pregnancy test. That’s the hardest part.

A few weeks later, Alcina sees that pink plus sign… She bawls. She is over the moon.

She loves you already.

The castle has kind of become a madhouse as all four Dimitrescu women prepare for your arrival. Alcina has tons of help from the girls… Actually, maybe a little too much help. Whenever the three of them see her doing anything remotely strenuous, they lead her to sit down while they tend to her needs. As independent as Alcina is, and wants to remain that way throughout her pregnancy, she finds their overly protective behavior adorable. Her daughters just can’t wait to meet their new sibling and only want the best for you and her.

Alcina goes for a regular prenatal check-up with Miranda one day after she’s a few months along. Everything is going smoothly, but the blonde suddenly giggles and dons a playful grin as she conducts the ultrasound.

Alcina quirks her brows in confusion. “What is it, mother?”

Miranda turns to her daughter. “What are your thoughts on learning the sex of the baby? Would you like to keep it a secret or-”

“What, you know, mother?! TELL ME!!” Alcina gushes enthusiastically, too excited for her own good.

It’s actually rather sweet. Miranda has never seen her so giddy. She softly smiles, proud to be the one to tell her daughter the news. “It’s a girl, draga mea,” She reveals, knowing Alcina will be thrilled.

Needless to say, she is. Almost manic with exuberance, in fact, she cries on Miranda’s shoulder for nearly an hour after learning this information. A fourth daughter… Alcina is so fortunate. She already has so much love in her life, but you will add even more.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of anticipation, you are born. Your tiny body flails as you let out your first cry. Miranda smiles happily and wipes you off before gently giving you to Alcina.

Alcina is sobbing as she looks at you. She is in love. You are beautiful and cherished beyond measure, even at only a few minutes old. Alcina is so ecstatic to be holding you at last. “Shh, shh, shh. Mommy’s here, Y/N,” She says as you wail and move your little arms and legs. She lies you down on her chest and covers you up with a blanket, gently running her fingers along your little back to soothe you. She leans down to place a soft kiss on your head. She revels in your new baby scent and loves how it is very similar to her own.

Miranda moves to kiss her daughter’s cheek and gently stroke some hair out of her face. “You did wonderfully, draga mea. I’m so proud of you. Y/N is adorable,” She says with a smile and looks down at you, rubbing your head with her finger.

Alcina beams at you. “Thank you, mother. I agree. She’s so precious,” She says.

Miranda smiles. “Y/N looks like she could use something to eat, draga mea. Would you like to feed her?” She asks.

Alcina quickly nods. “Yes, she’s so small. She needs to eat.”

Miranda kisses Alcina’s head once again and leaves to give you two some privacy.

Alcina looks down at you with the biggest smile. “Hello, my darling,” She coos and moves your head closer to her breast. She carefully guides her nipple into your mouth.

You struggle for a few moments before you realize what you’re supposed to do. You actually get the hang of it pretty fast, though.

Tears stream down Alcina’s face as you eat. She had been looking forward to this ever since she decided to have a baby. It’s one of the most intimate experiences she’s ever had.

“Good job, Y/N,” She praises. It feels so good to have you nurse. “You must be so hungry,” She says as she examines your adorable little face. She hums contentedly and begins to purr.

The sound and vibrations coming from Alcina immediately put you at ease. She’s already an expert on soothing her babies, so she knows what she’s doing… Not to brag or anything.

Eventually, you have had enough.

Alcina praises you. “Good job, baby,” She says. She gently situates you so that your head is on her shoulder and she slides a soft cloth under your face. She begins to pat your back and admires how perfectly you fit in her arms.

After a while, you softly burp (And spit up a bit).

“Oh, that’s okay, baby. That was perfect,” She reassures with a giggle at the shocked look on your little face.

Wow. Whatever she did? That made you feel a lot better. She’s good…

A little bit later on, Miranda brings the girls in so they can meet you. All three of them gather around you with curiosity and excitement, but their smiles are warm and welcoming.

Bela holds you first. She cradles you in her arms with the utmost tenderness. “Welcome, little sister,” She whispers with a grin, so calm and gentle for someone so imposing. “We’re going to take good care of you.”

Meanwhile, Cass lets you grab her finger. “Uh, oh. Looks like we’ve got a total killer on our hands. That’s a strong grip, darling,” Cass gently teases.

Dani is hardly able to contain herself. She buries her face in your hair and gives you lots of kisses. “We’ll have so much fun together, baby!” She promises.

Alcina’s eyes water as she watches how kind and careful the girls are with you. It warms her heart to see all of her babies together.

A week swiftly passes by and it’s already time for your first real bath. Alcina, as always, is a meticulous caregiver. She lovingly prepares the warm water, ensuring it is just the right temperature. She carefully undresses you and holds you securely as she washes your tiny body. It’s a moment of bonding for the two of you, and you coo up at her in delight, feeling the closeness of your mommy.

Alcina is so excited to do new things with you. It seems you’re reaching small milestones every day. She loves watching you get acclimated to the castle and your family.

Needless to say, you are spoiled rotten. You want for nothing and your mommy and sisters adore you more than anything.

Growing up as a Dimitrescu is a beautiful gift indeed.

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corruflood · 6 months

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Choking (On Grave Dirt)

Revived GN!Darling x Necromancer M!Yandere x Knight M!Yandere x King M!Yandere

Summary: You were murdered years ago, soul never put to rest waiting for retribution that will never come. That is until a necromancer finds your body, chaos, love and obsession ensues.

TW / CW: Gore, Death, Blood

If you want to use the idea -> TERMS OF USE [basically tag me so I can read it and if your okay with it I'd love to add the link to this post! Also have fun and change whatever you want to]

Up to chap 5 complete will be finishing soon.

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ೃ⁀➷ 01 : REVIVED

Dead, buried and suffering. Soul slamming into the dirt above over and over again clawing and begging for some sort or reprieve.

You died unjustly and painful, phantom pains of death ricochet against the confines of your nearly faded spirit.

Magic courses through the ground similar to lightning in water, scouring the earth in search of something, panic and delirium threatening to fracture your remains you desperately cling onto a stray bolt tugging it towards you.

Buck was anti - social. He didn't like talking to anyone and became uncomfortable around any living sentient thing.

It's why he chose to become a necromancer most undead were barely coherent and just did what he said. It was perfect well it was until he needed help with something that needs more of a delicate touch.

Honestly it was just his luck that the new tome he found specified a sentient, coherent person with the ability to memorize and adjust according to the spell itself. He hated chaos magic almost as much as he loved it.

It's why he's trudging through the forest resource gathering so he didn't have to go out and find a poor sod with okay ish understanding of magic to drag back to his home and force to do a powerful and deadly ritual because that would be so fucking easy.

What he didn't expect to find was something latching onto his magic like a lifeline, following the pull lead him to a patch of vibrant flowers and moss, the feeling of dread curls around Bucks spine a tell tale of a body near by. A body underneath his feet.

Well if he had to choose between a desperate soon-to-be revenant and talking to a person well he might of been too eager in the resurrection process.

You didn't need to breathe anymore, being dead does that to a person if only your body understood that, instead it insists on heaving on dirt and worms.

There's a man passed out beside you, all choppy hair and the beginning of scruff on his chin, he's passed out, brows furrowed. You can smell the magic on him were it pools in his skin and how it stretches still beyond him. Apart of you wanders if that's normal to just know when magic is afoot. The other apart of you groans at what must be done. He saved you after all.

ೃ⁀➷ 02 : WHAT ARE YOU REALLY?

Darling drags Buck back to his cove in the mountain, they found it by following the magic back. Darling can't remember anything except that they died and it hurt beyond death.

Darling takes care of Buck for days and cleans the place up a bit, they go hunting at some point and find themselves dangerously well acquainted with a bow and arrow, the weight of a dagger firm on their side a comfort with a fuzzy memory.

Buck wakes up in a panic and tries to attack Darling who finds themselves dodging before their brain catches up with it. Darling explains that they are the one that took care of him after he was passed out for atleast 7 moons.

Buck is shocked downright flabbergasted at the situation. A dead with no memories and a level of humanity he's never seen before and him passing out and slipping into an impromptu coma for over a week as his body tried to fix himself.

Expirements and research is in order immediately, Buck throws out boundaries and anxiousness. Darling is a shiny new thing and he needs to understand it as soon as possible.

Another week goes by Buck wrotes down everything, they try a few things out making Darling do exercises, math, poetry eventually they try magic and it's stunning.

It flows from his darlings arms in crashing waves breaking on shorelines. He doesn't even realize when he started considering Darling his.

Another week passes Darling remembers faint things, while eating they get a memory of a dining hall, they hear faint laughter some times. There's a whole life just underneath the surface and Darling wants to know who they were.

Buck isn't as happy about it. He starts keeping Darling closer and closer, a hand always resting on them, grabbing them to cuddle, relishing in the fact that no one is around and it's just them away from everyone. This is good this is great! There's a knock on the door. This is bad.

ೃ⁀➷ 03 : COMFORT ZONES.

Regretfully opening the door stands none other than Kures one of the knights of King Likin both of which unfortunalty call Buck a friend. He doesn't mind them. He likes them far more than any other people but this is his place and his darling is right there and this is really annoying until the glass shatters.

"Y/n?" The knight speaks almost afraid they would dissappear if he blinks.

"Kures?" Darling asks confused, pain tinged their face as much as shock does, despite knowing the knights name it seems they can't remember anything else.

This is troubling.

Kures rushes inside and everything is explained, MC can't remember shit, Kures came because Buck missed a meet up explains MC went missing years ago, MC still looked pretty much exactly the same as the last day he saw them.

Kures talks about life before. Buck continues to get more upset by the end of the convo Buck is practically wrapped around MC extremely displeased.

They talk and chat for a long time and settle on a plan to make there way into the castle so more people can figure out what is happening. Buck attempts to deny everything but Darling is barreling through. They want to know what happened.

Buck and MC pack and MC promises it will be okay and makes sure to stay close to Buck.

They travel a week together comradery pulling them all into a tight knit group and as they make it into a town MC finds out first hand how much Buck doesn't play nice with anyone else.

ೃ⁀➷ 04 : A LITTLE MURDER BETWEEN FRIENDS

One of the staff at the inn tries to flirt with you laughing it off and head to bed, I'm the morning you here some of the other staff complain about him bunking work again.

A stall owner berates you after you bump into there crate, later in the day Kures comes to you with a couple of (insert thing that was in the crate)

Both Buck and Kures barely leave your side at least one of them is on you at all times, it's usually you and Buck in the inn room as you wait til dusk to head onwards, being subtle is key here.

You brush off the clinginess as nerves of being around people, Buck is severely anti social and Kures is a knight who is tasked in getting people back alive it's not his fault for being overly cautious.

Except the edge never dwindles ever when you all are way out of town with no one able to touch you, they stick as close as they physically can, Buck always has a hand on you, Kures is within touching distance more likely to follow you around than direct contact.

It leaves you on edge but it's fine, there nice and Buck helped you. He saved you and Kures someone you regretfully don't remember but most definelty know is risking everything to help you. You can only imagine how much it would tank reputation if they knew to be helping a random undead because that's what you were now and it's painfully obvious in the right light. So you stay close for them.

As soon as you cross the cities borders, memories twirl and spin out of reach. Your from here, not born but defiantly spent most of your life. Your feet unconciously carry you to a small bakery. The owner looks like theve seen a ghost before giving you the biggest hug.

It's the same story. Fine one day. Missing the next.

Mc thanks them and leaves with a fresh loaf of bread.

ೃ⁀➷ 05 : A KING AND HIS MEN

pending...

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bubble-tea-blossom · 1 year

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Misstep

Pairing: Joel x f!reader

Summary: Joel's been dancing around you and teasing you all day. Good thing you know how to tease him back.

Rating / Warning: Explicit. SMUT 18+ Only. Drinking and sex while drinking (neither is super drunk just a few beers) Slightly rough sex. PIV. Oral sex. Semi-public sex. PWP

WC: 3k

A/N: Cross posted to my AO3 Or read Part 1: Wake Up Call

Joel's toying with you.

You know he's doing it on purpose. Dancing around you, popping up in and out of your eye line as both of you keep a respectable distance from each other amongst the other bodies mingling at this party. Although he might always be in view because you're having trouble keeping your eyes off him.

He's wearing a red flannel that fits him well. It looks soft and shows his broad shoulders tapering down to his waist. His hair has grown longer than when you first met him, it suits him. He looks more than fucking hot, he looks handsome.

And as much as you want to walk up and fist the soft but rough material of his shirt and pull him against you, you pretend to not be aware of his presence.

Instead you look people in the eye as they talk to you, clap when the band finishes their song, go get your...third beer of the night you're pretty sure. It's good, better than the bathtub vodka someone made the year you arrived in Jackson, doesn't remind you of siphoning gas so much.

He passes by you time and time again. Sometimes acknowledging you with a head dip, or your name, other times he's far away enough a greeting isn't socially expected. To any onlookers from the outside, he would look like he's own his own path. Going this way and that, sometimes being dragged by his brother to go talk business with someone, other times someone coming up to him to ask him something. But to you, you can feel his gravitational pull to you, on orbit around you, sometimes far a way, but also anchored back to you. Always somehow angled towards you, like the moon to the Earth.

You feel bad for Jay who's talking with you, because you really aren't taking in anything he's animatedly telling you about. He's on his fifth beer, so you don't think he really notices that your eyes are set past his shoulder.

Joel's eyes from this far away look almost black in the dim setting of Seth's bar. The lights overhead are only about 3/4 on, with soft yellow lamps in different corners. The alcohol settling in your stomach begins to buzz pleasantly, radiating out through your body, making you feel a little lightheaded.

Although that could just be your reaction whenever Joel looks at you like that.

He's meeting your gaze from across the room, his brother and Maria standing next to him.

You can't help but rest a little more weight on the arm that's resting against the bar so you can lean your hip out a little more.

Only you would notice the way Joel shifts how he's standing before looking away.

You too, re-focus as best you can back on Jay, who luckily does not seem to care how long you spaced out over his shoulder. Instead you think about the start of the night when you first saw Joel walking in with Tommy.

You'd gone over to say hi to both of them, you knew Tommy well before Joel arrived in Jackson with Ellie, and so you greeted Tommy as a friend and Joel as an associate. They'd both been happy to see you, Tommy excitedly catching up while Joel stayed quiet most of the time. Tommy being a social butterfly saw someone else to say hello and gave you a quick hug goodbye.

All Joel had done was place a modest hand on your shoulder as he walked past. But his fingertips brushed down your arm as he drew away, almost as if removing his touch was a difficult task.

It had sent a jolt to your heart as it kick started to double speed from such a quick touch.

Kinda like the one you just got when you see Tommy has finally stopped talking and is leading Joel to the bar.

You of course pretend to not notice until Tommy greets both you and Jay. They strike up a completely new topic and face each other. You take this as a safe time to look up at Joel to see him already looking at you.

"Joel." you greet, relishing seeing him up close finally in this gorgeous warm lighting. It makes him glow a little in the dusky yellow light, adding to your badly hidden desire tenfold.

"Miss." he replies and you feel your jaw twitch. He's totally teasing you on purpose. Calling you 'miss' like he didn't almost fuck you against your door before you got here. How he made you ache, grinding and rubbing through too many layers of clothes. How he'd gotten you to look up at him with what you know where phenomenal fuck-me-eyes and whisper 'please' How'd he'd resisted, you have no idea. But he did, pulling away, an ill hidden smirk as he said he was gonna be late.

You hold up your drink, "Want one?" you ask.

"Sure."

You turn around going on tiptoes and lean over the bar, fishing out a beer from behind the counter. If people noticed how this put your ass practically in his lap they were mostly too drunk to think on it. You take your time to search for a bottle you think he’d like, giving him ample opportunity to admire how your pretty skirt has ridden high on your thigh. You slide back down to your feet, this time much closer to him as you lean back against the bar.

He joins you, hip to hip, a knowingly look on his face as he thanks you with a cheers, the necks of your bottle clinking before you both take a swig.

You can’t tear your eyes off him. He’s close enough with you standing hip to hip, elbows on the bar that when you turn your heads to look at each other you can see how dilated his green eyes are. The green iris being encompassed by the pupil as he looks right into your eyes where you can guess something similar is happening to your own eyes. You can feel another pulse straight to your pussy and can tell you’re already wet.

Being this close he unabashedly looks you up and down without more than a tilt of his head. You can’t help to pose for him, leaning out your hips a little more.

You congratulate yourself for being subtle when all you really want to do is drag him out the back door and demand he fuck you.

You’re mentally tracing of the scar on the crooked bridge of his nose when he brings you out it,

"How are you?” his voice is deep and a tiny bit hoarse.

You shrug, “M’fine thanks for asking. Liking the party?” you keep your tone appropriate, Jay and Tommy are still chatting up a storm behind. However you are grateful because they are creating a nice cozy barrier from any long distance viewers.

"I am actually, it's nice." Joel dips his head slightly, "I heard you were on top of things today on patrol." Joel brings up your morning patrol with Tommy this morning. You took out three runners in a row by yourself.

"Yeah, I was pretty badass." you joke, smiling up at him.

"I don't doubt it." Joel remarks. Because you are. And with Joel looking at you with an appraising look, it makes you feel precious.

You hear behind you Tommy and Jay start to break out of their intense conversation and know you should probably take a subtle step back from Joel.

"How many of those have you had?" Joel asks, gesturing to your beer.

"This is my third, why?" You ask just as Joel goes to stand. As he does, he sweeps near your ear, and says lowly, "Make it your last if you want me to do the thing, I want to do to you."

You've never put down a drink so confidently.

Your back is flush against the bricks outside. The night air is cool against your skin that’s exposed to it, but that’s not a lot with Joel pressed against you.

His hand is pressed under your skirt you wore, rubbing and stroking your pussy from the inside, coaxing you to soak his hand. You feel your legs close around his hips, while you wiggle on top of some crates against the wall. Your body clenching tight, chest shuddering lightly as your heart rate quickens.

Fuck, he’s going to make you come like this.

Grabbing him by the belt loops across his hips you push him away before pushing his back against the wall instead.

You leave your fingers there, teasing at his waist band. Reaching up you kiss him again before migrating your kisses lower. Across his jaw to his neck, sucking lightly beneath the corner of his jaw. Light enough it's not going to leave a mark.

But the alcohol must be loosening your pettiness because the thought of Joel stumbling back into the party with a hickey on his neck after teasing you so long was tempting.

But when he shortly grunts and squeezes your hair threaded through his fingers, you acquiesce and move on, continuing to lick and kiss further down.

Your hands come up to shift his shirt aside so you can lightly kiss his collarbones, sending another shiver through him. He leans his head back against the wall to expose his throat to you, his hands have traveled to your hips, squeezing encouragingly. Another feather light kiss to the hollow of his throat. Your fingers start unbuttoning when his shirt gets in the way as you go further.

You only unbutton two more before sinking completely to your knees and instead ruck up the shirt up his stomach. You pay little mind to kneeling on the hard concrete ground.

You purposefully rub your fingertips up his sensitive belly as you peel the shirt up. Revealing his glorious treasure trail that disappears underneath his jeans and band of his boxers that you can see a sliver of.

This area you give lots of love to, kissing and dragging your teeth slightly. When Joel makes another quiet noise you look up and find his head still thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure. It’s a sight you want to ingrain in your head forever. However long you want to stay here, forever, you’re aware with a sick sense of thrill that the longer you linger in this alley, the more likely someone’s going to stumble by.

By the way Joel shifts to look down at you, one big hand holding the side of your face, you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

But then you remember your mission, how desperate he made you feel, and you lean back a little on your heels to make direct eye contact and deliberately avoid his zipper.

You choose instead to trace his erection through his jeans with a fingertip. Smiling when you can tell by the way he jumps that’s not what he was expecting.

You use enough pressure so he feels it through his clothes, but not enough to be anything other than maddening. You lean forward to lift his shirt with your other hand and continue lipping at his sensitive lower belly to madden him even more.

Joel humors you for a surprising amount of time considering your location, but eventually he breathes out our name, his voice deep and graveled from arousal.

You don’t hid your smile against his warm skin. But you ignore his gentle urge, you want to push him a little bit more.

Joel is never one to rush things, especially when it comes to intimacy, he always seems perfectly fine with whatever you want to do. But tonight with the risky action of you on your knees in front of him behind the bar, he can't stand it any longer.

“Touch me.”

“But I am touching you, Joel.” you blink with feigned innocence which gains a growled out groan from him, “Take me into your mouth.”

This time you blink in surprise at how hot you found how that.

He finishes with “Please.”

Fucking finally.

You have trouble playing coy as you eagerly go to unbutton his jeans and pull his fly down. Reaching a hand down his jeans you pull him out, finding him achingly hard. You waste little time to taste him.

Joel actually gasps for you when your warm, slick tongue slides against the head of his cock. After so much teasing, direct contact there is almost overwhelming, so you change to pressing a line of kisses up his shaft.

Both hands on his thighs, he’s hard enough that you can lick him gently without having to hold him. Your fingers massage into his corded thighs, kneading out tension you simultaneously instill through your teasing.

You draw back to his tip and caress the bottom with your tongue as you envelope his tip with your soft mouth. You keep rolling your tongue on his underside while you sink a little deeper down him

One of your hands comes up to wrap around the base of his shaft. You just hold him for a second and feel the faint pulse. Luckily he’s been slicked up sufficiently from your previous licking so it’s easy to start stroking up and down.

You pop your mouth off so your hand can travel the entire length of him, twisting around his head. You repeat a few times before a little more firmer twist around his head repeatedly, earning a moan from Joel who desperately bites it down.

The damning sounds enthuse you as you return your hand to his base and eagerly take him back into your mouth. This time you push yourself to continue to explore and take him gradually deeper and deeper, sweeping your tongue along the underside.

You reach a point all too soon where he hits the back of your throat. An awkward gawk sound comes from your throat, but at this point you don’t really care. And you go to continue before he stops you.

Joel pulls you up, “I need to be inside you.”

“You were just inside me.” you protest

“Inside your cunt.” he reiterates, lips close to your ear, thanks wrapped around your arms, turning you around swiftly. That breaks shivers down your back on anticipation as you whisper your excitement.

You don’t even need him to push his hand on your upper back down for you to bend over, hands coming to the wall in front of you. Your back bows instinctively as he flips your skirt up, pinning the material to your waist while his other hand guides his dick to where your pussy waits.

He presses inside quickly, not giving you your usual reintroduction period while your pussy adjusts to being stretched by the thickness of him.

He does pause once he’s hilted inside, “You good?”

“Fuck yes, Joel.” you respond by wiggling your hips back into him.

Joel takes that go ahead to start pumping his hard length into you, forcing you to stretch around him.

He does his best to keep the sound down, both of you hyper aware of the sounds of others not too far away.

The bar door from around the corner swing open and the sounds of the inside pour out into the night. You both instantly freeze, Joel’s cock still a good few inches inside you, as you listen with terror for what the next sounds will indicate. But after a few heart pounding seconds whoever it was walks off in the opposite direction, not even passing the alley.

Once the silence has returned for a sufficient time, you turn around to look at him,

“You gonna finish fucking me, old man?”

To that Joel huffs out a chuckle, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your face before rutting into you again. One hand reaching past your panties pulled to the side to slick against your clit.

His two fingers wetting quickly from your pussy soaking where it's stretched around him. One pulls back your hood while the other with feather light pressure rubs right against it.

This pulls a quiet gasp from your mouth as you desperately bite down to dampen it, leaning hard against your hands. With your mouth shut stubbornly, the energy rising in you has no where to go, making your legs shake. The crate under your right hand slips from under you, clattering to the ground with a few earth-shattering clangs before stopping.

You both pause again, listening raptly, but consumed by need, resume hastily.

Joel can feel you shake underneath him. The thought of you going back into the party, hiding your shaking legs, talking to people like he hadn't just fucked you was enough to make his orgasm rise.

Right until he hears someone bang the bar door open around the corner.

"I swear I heard something, like an animal or something knocking stuff around." A voice calls out to their accompaniment.

The both of you pull apart rashly, heart rate's tripling as clothes are rushed back on. Joel takes you by the elbow and you both sneak around the corner before the investigators catch you.

Taking quick glances to make sure the coast is clear on the other side, you cross the street and take the long way back to your house.

Once a safe distance away, you still to a stand, looking at each other with wild eyes.

"That was too damn close." Joel says seriously. All you can do is laugh and make your way to your house to finish what he started.

A/N: Thanks for reading! I’ve been in my Joel feels a lot right now so there’s more to come!

#joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #my writing #joel miller

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Mark Of The Arcane || Chapter Four ||

↣ Summary; Centuries before, in the times of the ancient Kings, a prophecy was heard. When the three kingdoms of Valerem fall to ruins, their saviour would come in blinding starlight. Who is this saviour, you may ask? None other than Min Yoongi, who was too busy being late to work to realize he definitely wasn’t on earth anymore.

↣ Part: Chapter Four; Lessons in History

↣Word count: 6.8k

↣Warnings: Yoongi and his anxiety, Seokjin is a little prickly.

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Notes: Hello all! Welcome back to MOTA! I'm so sorry about the wait, writing this fic is a lot lol. There's so much to describe and so much to get done. From here on out the chapters will be much longer than the previous ones, as I don't want the series to drag out too much and it's not meant to be a long series anyway. So I'll try my best to get as much into a chapter before moving on. Things are s little slow right now, but i promise the exciting stuff will start soon! I really hope you all enjoy! Feedback is very much appreciated and encouraged! Let me know what you think!

Yoongi follows behind Seokjin, gazing around at the difference of the hallway as he does. Earlier, the opposite side of the wall mirrored the side he came out of; a line of mahogany doors as far as he could see.

Now where the doors were, are windows in intervals. Tall arched panes of glass stained blue at the tops, and through them he could just make out the edge of a town far away and below. It’s mostly forest he could see, the tops of tall green trees and birds with strange long tails darting about to settle as the sun drags the moon into the sky.

The walls are greystone, and within the spaces between each window held a navy blue banner that comes halfway down the wall. The crest at the center is intricate; a mix of a lighter blue and gold, a golden sword spears downward into a crown near the hilt of the blade. Just below the crown is what Yoongi would describe as a fancy snowflake, surrounded by little wisps of small golden patterns, and wings sprouting at the sword's end. It’s all surrounded by blue and golden leaves that follow the upward arch of the wings.

It’s an enlarged version of the crested clasp of his cloak.

He hadn’t realized he stopped to stare at it until Seokjin whistled at him from further up the hallway. He jogs a little to meet him.

“They’re designed to confuse.” Seokjin says as Yoongi falls in step with him.

“Huh?”

“The hallway was different when you first came out, right?” Seokjin glances at him and then waves a hand at the wall. “They’re imbued with magic. A precaution His Majesty took years ago in case of a siege from outside forces. You’re not a threat, so it looks as normal as it does to everyone else.”

Yoongi isn’t sure if that’s an insult or not, being called non threatening. To Seokjin though, he’s certain he looks like a newborn foal trying to take his first steps into a world he doesn’t understand. So, he supposes it’s not an incorrect word choice.

Seokjin leads him through a door, and down another hallway. Unlike the hallway before, this one was teeming with people.

It’s mostly women, bustling around, some carrying what Yoongi assumes to be cleaning supplies, others pushing little carts with silver trays and platters. Most of them barely pay him mind, but stop briefly to incline their heads at Seokjin. They’re all wearing white and something blue: one girl that looked like she should be sitting in a classroom wizzes by, a navy blue ribbon tied into her frizzy hair; another with a blue armband calling after her.

The chatter of that hallway fades once it’s behind another closed door, and Yoongi follows Seokjin down a flight of spiral stairs.

“I’m taking you to Hoseok, do try to remember the way. I won’t be around to show you every time.” Seokjin’s words are a little clipped and Yoongi gets the feeling he doesn’t like him very much. He doesn’t want to be here anyway, much less be up in anyone’s hair causing issues.

He’s not too certain what Seokjin is, and finds himself staring at his ears rather than actually memorizing directions. He asked if he was an elf and he was offended, he’s not sure what else he’s supposed to think.

Seokjin stops at a door and knocks twice before pushing it open. The first thing Yoongi notices is how clean it smells. It burns his nose a little as he walks in, looking around at what clearly is a medical room.

There’s two shelves against the wall, one filled with thick tomes, and the other stacked with bottled things. Off to the left is a curtained area, and on the wall, charts of anatomy and other things that Yoongi couldn’t make sense of.

There’s another door on the far right of the room, closed with a little plaque that says ‘Private’ in small bold letters. Tucked near the wall is a desk, more books arranged neatly in a pile, papers under a bottle of something or the other to keep them there.

The door opens and Hoseok steps through it, still wearing his white coat and startled seeing Yoongi and Seokjin there.

“Oh – you guys scared me.” He presses a hand to his chest, “Jin, you haven’t seen Yoselin, have you? I’m afraid I may have upset her...”

“She’s still trying to get you to mentor her?”

Hoseok sighs, “She doesn’t have the affinity for it, but she’s stubborn. And with her sister being one of my students it’s made her feel left out.”

“She’ll come to... I’ve brought him for you.” He gestures to Yoongi, and turns on his heel to leave, “Oh, show him the way back please, I’ve got other things to get done before late.”

Hoseok waves him off with a hand and then he was gone.

“You don’t look so out of place anymore,” Hoseok smiles, “Take your cloak off and then you can get settled over there for me.”

Yoongi does as he’s told and takes his cloak off, shuffling over to the curtained area. He pulls the curtain back and there’s a bed that resembles a hospital bed where he came from. There’s hinges on the sides that make it so that the bed can be adjusted, and Yoongi sits on the end of it while Hoseok gathers some things from his desk.

He comes over not long after, holding a strange glass ball that glows a pale green. “How are you feeling?”

“Alright...” Yoongi mutters and Hoseok hums.

“Headache?”

“Gone.” Though, even as he says this, Yoongi could feel it at his temples, just not bad enough to be a bother.

“Stay very still.” Hoseok says, lifting his hand with the glass ball to Yoongi’s forehead, checks something, and then presses it against his chest. There’s a warm sort of feeling coming from it that he could feel even through his shirt. “Okay...”

Hoseok moves away briefly, walking back to his desk and sets the ball down. Yoongi watches in amazement as it floats a little above the surface of the table top. “Uh...what is that exactly?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s an essence meter. It measures your arcane magic intake levels.” He comes back over with a book, it’s thick and has little colorful page markers sticking out of the pages. “So far, you’re stable. But it can fluctuate as your body gets used to it, so if you feel sick you need to tell me.”

Yoongi nods, rubbing his hands along his thighs. He’s still so confused about everything, but he’s trying his best to take it as it comes and not dwell on it too much. Hoseok settles on a chair, sitting a little lower than Yoongi is, opening the book to a page and pulls a black feather quill out of an inside pocket of his coat.

“I’m going to ask you a few things, just procedure, don’t worry. Then you’re free to go.”

Hoseok asks him basic medical questions, and jots it all down in his book. It didn't take too long, and soon he was handing him a glass vial no longer than his index finger. The little things inside tink softly against the glass, they look like dried pieces of root, a reddish brown color.

“If you get any more headaches, you can put one of these in hot water. It’s what I gave you earlier.”

Yoongi grimaces at the memory, a phantom bitterness at the back of his throat. He nods, tucking the vial away into the pocket of his pants.

“Try to get as much rest as possible, too. Your body has to regulate your magic intake. You can come back every three days so I can see how it’s going.”

Hoseok ushers him to the door, patting his shoulder softly, “Oh, and don’t worry about Seokjin. He’ll warm up to you.” He opens the door and Yoongi almost walks right into another person.

The young man takes a stumbling step back as though Yoongi had bumped into him, and he almost reaches out to steady him. He does so himself, pressing a hand against the door frame and side steps so Yoongi could pass.

He looks a little sickly, dark circles under his eyes like he hasn’t slept in days, and his cheeks blotchy. He offers Yoongi a kind smile regardless.

“Ah, Taehyung...I was just coming to get you. You don’t have to walk all the way here, you know.” Hoseok says, and as Yoongi steps out, Taehyung steps into the room and the door falls shut.

Yoongi thinks he could manage getting himself back to his room. He refastens the clasp of his cloak and retraces his steps. Back up the spiral staircase and into the hallway, luckily finding the right door, to the hallway filled with people still bustling around, Yoongi can only assume that they’re the servants of this place. As much as that thought throws him for a loop, these people look happy as they move about doing their tasks.

While no one had spared him a glance when he walked through here earlier with Seokjin, everyone he passes by pauses minutely to stare. He keeps his head down and tries his best to make it through without being in anyone’s way.

Night had fully fallen, and the scones embedded into the walls had been lit, casting a warm glow along every surface.

“Your Highness, please. The King will have me hanging by my toes in the courtyard.” A short, plump woman steps out of a door, and Yoongi stops just before he could run into her. Her hair is dark, held tightly at the top of her head in the neatest bun Yoongi’s ever seen. There’s a small towel slung over her shoulder, another hanging from the pocket of her navy blue apron.

You’re trailing behind her, both your hands on her shoulders and a bright, broad smile on your face. You step with her, clinging to her back like a baby monkey.

“He’ll do no such thing.” You laugh, and you press a kiss to her rosy cheek, “Please, Esther. If you do this for me, I’ll love you forever.”

Esther swats at you with her towel, pursing her lips. “You say that every time you little Lumispore.” She says shaking her head before sighing resolutely when you bat your eyelashes at her, “Alright, alright. Now, go on, some of us have work to do.”

“Thank you! I’m forever in your debt, my lady.” You tug at the skirts of your silk dress and curtsy, laughing as you pull back when Esther swings her towel at you again.

Esther turns and Yoongi steps aside, but her dark eyes are pinned on him and she tuts, “You’re the new lad? Goodness, you're skin and bones!”

She squeezes gently at Yoongi’s arms and he feels heat rise to his cheeks, “I’ll tell Wooyoung to make sure you get hearty meals... put some meat on you.” She shakes her head, and pats his cheek softly, “Don’t worry child, you’re in good hands.”

She smiles, a twinkle in her eyes before she’s going up the hall, “Rina, you know very well where those go!”

“Sorry about her, she’s a mother hen.” You say softly, smiling, “I hope she didn’t offend you?”

“Oh, no. No, she’s fine.” He’ll probably admit it out loud later, but it’s nice to have someone worry about him. She reminds him of Mrs Li, waddling off and chatting with the younger servants.

“Did you visit Hoseok?” You’re walking in the direction he’s heading and Yoongi’s not sure if it’s okay to walk in step with you, so he walks a couple behind, but still close enough to hear you. “How is your magic intake?”

“Hoseok says that it’s stable for now...” He watches as you wave off everyone that stops to bow or curtsy. You’re quite quick on your feet, and Yoongi’s somewhat glad to see that you’re wearing shoes this time. Even with the amount of people walking about, he could feel a cold draft coming through the slightly cracked windows.

“That’s good, an overflow of magic can be dangerous.” You nod to yourself, reaching the door at the beginning of the hallway and pushing it open with a hand.

“Do you know a lot about it?”

“Magic? Or, do you mean healing?” You chuckle, holding the door open until he steps through. “Healing was part of my studies. As for magic, everyone knows a lot about it.” You shrug a shoulder, and then look behind you.

“Oh, you don’t have to walk so far behind me.” You stop walking and wait until Yoongi steps where you’ve stopped before you fall into step with him. “I’m not that kind of royal.”

“Sorry.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong, don’t apologize.”

Yoongi’s back to thinking that maybe he really did get drugged and stepped into some sort of weird lucid dream. He’s never paid much mind to fairytales, or Princesses for that matter, but you’re surely acting like one. Though, he’s read stories where royals are absolute assholes, and he supposes he may have expected a bit of that. A holier than thou attitude.

Back where he comes from, he’s sure you’re the type of princess that ends up in a Disney movie; beautiful and empowering and encouraging young girls to be kind.

“Hobi said where you came from doesn’t have magic.” You say softly, turning your head to look at him, “What’s it like?”

“Well...” Yoongi wouldn’t say there isn’t any magic where he came from. People find magic in all sorts of things, like first snows or four leaf clovers. People find magic in other people, children find magic in Christmas. But this place is different, magic in a literal sense, and if he thinks about it too much he’ll have another headache. “It’s nothing like this.”

“Must be strange...being here, I mean.”

“You have no idea.”

You’ve led him back to the hallway where his room is, quiet for a moment. “Oh! Right. You’ll need to learn how to properly control your arcane and be able to use it.”

“Um...” Yoongi feels a dull twinge of pain where his arcane sits. He has no idea how he’ll start to understand how to do that.

“Don’t look so frightened.” You chuckle softly, “I’ll be teaching you. And we won’t start right away, your magic intake would be a little weird for a while so it’s safer for everyone that we don’t attempt anything.”

Yoongi only nods, standing now, a little awkwardly.

“Are you hungry? I can have dinner brought to you.” You ask softly. He isn’t , but he doesn’t want to be rude by declining.

“I’d invite you to the dining hall but I think that would be too much for you right now.” You say, “And my father is a bit...” You shake your head, smiling again, although it seems a bit tense, “Go in, I’ll be right back.”

You step past him, going down a different hall than the one you’d both come from and Yoongi steps back into his room. He takes his cloak off, hanging the thick material on a hook near the door with a sigh. His eyes land on the book he left on the nightstand, walking over to sit on the bed.

He’d have to resign himself to not getting home any time soon. It’s better if he accepts it and moves forward as nothing could be done at the moment. He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself, suddenly thrust into this world with a prophecy over his head. It’s almost too much.

Yoongi is accustomed to just billowing through life, trying to move with the world lest it move on without him. It was easy, growing up in an orphanage and struggling to get by with the little he had. He’s never blamed his parents – whoever they are – for giving him up, he was fine without a mother’s comfort and a father’s guidance. He didn’t have anyone to make proud or anyone’s shoes to fill. It makes sense now, somewhat.

He feels like a kid who’s dressed in his father’s clothes pretending to be a man. Like someone put a pair of shoes at his feet and told him to wear them even if they’re too big for him. The weight of this world feels heavy on his shoulders, as though he’s an ant trying to lift a building.

How is he supposed to go along and be this savior everyone expects him to be? He doesn’t even know what he’s supposed to be saving them from. Some form of darkness that hasn’t been seen in centuries?

Being sent here would be no problem without all this extra shit on top of it.

Yoongi presses his fingers against the spot on his ribs where his arcane mark sits. He’s never complained about his life being ordinary, completely okay with nothing exciting happening. So of course this happens.

He’s thinking too much.

Just as he lays back into the soft linen sheets, there’s a knock on his door. It opens just a bit and your head pops through the gap. Yoongi sits back up as you open the door wider and wheeled in a silver cart before you.

“Hoseok said it’s okay for you to eat something heavier now.” You say, pushing the door closed, “I didn’t know what you’d like so I brought a bit of everything.”

You push the cart over, there’s two covered silver trays and two tall glasses filled with what Yoongi hopes is just water.

You uncover the first tray and there’s a plate of steamed potatoes, braised beef and sautéed carrots and what he would call broccoli if the little tree type things weren’t purple. There’s a little bowl with a fluffy looking pastry with a dollop of pinkish cream in the dipped center, another bowl with short grain rice garnished with something red and flaky and a smaller plate with two filets of fried fish.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ate with you?” You ask, uncovering the other tray that had a spread that mirrors his own.

“I don’t...”

You smile, reaching down to the other compartment of the cart, handing him utensils wrapped in soft blue cloth. You move away for a bit, and stare at the table tucked against the wall in the corner of the room with a hand on your hip and then back at the cart. Catching your train of thought, Yoongi gets up and pushes the cart over.

“Oh! I would’ve done it.”

“It’s alright.” He could push a cart, darn it. He feels like he’s being coddled, by a Princess no less. He doesn’t need to feel like he can’t do anything on top of everything else. He sets the plates, bowls and glasses of water on the table and then moves the cart out of the way before going back across the room to grab the other chair that Hoseok had left near his bedside.

He waits until you’re sitting to do the same, but isn’t sure which side of his food to start from. He picks up the bowl of rice and starts there, the red flakes are spicy.

“Was the book any interesting?” You’re eating the pastry first, scooping out the cream at the center with a small spoon. You motion at the book on his nightstand with a tilt of your head.

The fish is well seasoned and quite distracting, and Yoongi nods, “It didn’t tell me much about anything really...just why my...arcane was created...”

You hum softly, “Well, records on your arcane have been lost for centuries, there isn’t much to know about it unfortunately.” You finish off the pastry, “And there isn’t anyone that could teach you how to properly use it, with it being a pure arcane.”

“Pure arcane?”

“There are no subfields.” You say, and when Yoongi gives you a confused tilt of his head you catch yourself. “Ah. Well...before everything was The Firsts. We’re not entirely sure where they originated from, but they were the first arcane users. Their arcanes were the elements, my ancestor Incra, was the first wind arcane user. While the other elements broke off into subfields, there are rare arcanes that only occur once.

My arcane is hereditary, it's never been bestowed to anyone outside the royal bloodline. Which in itself makes it pure, though, it’s easy for me since everything I need to know about it was recorded.”

“So...how am I supposed to learn how to use it?” Yoongi worries at his bottom lip with his teeth, food forgotten.

“Esther wields a fire arcane, it’s somewhat similar to yours even with how different they are. She’ll be helping me.”

“Right...”

He’s halfway through his steamed potatoes, and you eat quietly across from him. He pokes at the beef with his fork, setting aside the purple broccoli with a little frown. Who knows what that would do.

He supposes he’ll have to get used to this rich food. Not that he hasn’t had something of the like before, it’s just working as a barista isn’t all that freeing; splurging on fancy things like beef was a rare occurrence. That, and most of the money he had to spare went into his savings.

“Y/n...?” Yoongi calls with uncertainty, even though you told him to address you by name. You look up from your plate, humming in question, a brow raised slightly. “Can you tell me anything more about the prophecy?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m sorry. There’s only one record of it and not a lot of people have seen it. Some people don’t even know there is a prophecy.” You chuckle a bit and then grow somber, eyes looking a little sad, “I know this must be hard for you... You’ve been taken away from your life and suddenly everything’s being thrown at you.”

“It’s...” Yoongi sighs, leaning back into the chair, “I’ll manage.”

You stare at him for a moment more, clearly wanting to say something else before you shake your head. “You should eat that,” you point at his untouched pastry with the end of your fork, and Yoongi’s grateful for the change of subject. “It’s amazing. The cream is made from eclipse berries and Duiox milk.”

“What milk?” Yoongi eyes the pastry like it would grow a head and start doing the tango.

“Duiox...it’s like a cow...but they have tusks...you don’t have those?”

After dinner, you say goodbye at the door, pushing the cart back outside his room. You seem a little reluctant to leave as you step outside, fiddling with the silk sleeves of your dress.

“How about a tour tomorrow? If you’re feeling well enough?” You ask, settling the cart against the wall, but your hands never leave the handle.

“That’d be nice.” Yoongi offers a smile. That’d be great actually, it’d be better for him to learn his way around this place if he’s going to be staying.

“Great! I’ll come fetch you after breakfast.” And with that you’re gone, pushing the cart up the hallway and Yoongi watches you leave.

The morning greets Yoongi with a whistled song, a beam of sunlight lighting a stripe along the marble floor. He groans softly as he wakes, a headache thrumming at his temples and behind his eyes when he opens them to squint.

There’s a strange looking bird on the windowsill, hopping along it, chirping softly. The rising sun sets its plumes ablaze in emerald and a sheen of pink, and Yoongi watches as it ruffles its feathers and flies off.

There’s a knock at his door that disturbs the quiet and sends the headache bouncing in his head. He doesn’t think it’s you, as you would poke your head in after waiting a moment. The knock comes again and Yoongi’s forced to get up, shuffling towards the door.

There’s a young servant girl behind it, her eyes wide and blue when he opens the door. She’s brought him breakfast, hidden under silver trays and tells him to simply leave the cart outside when he’s done.

He pulls the cart into his room, finding a breakfast of porridge, toasted bread, scrambled eggs and sliced fruit.

Under the second tray is a porcelain tea set, a small holder with cubes of sugar and another with milk. There’s little mesh bags that smell like spices, which he leaves reluctantly, instead, dropping one of the roots that Hoseok had given him into the teacup. He pours the water over it and watches the steam rise from the cup, giving it time to draw as he eats.

He chews on the crust of a toast slice, watching the water turn auburn. He drinks it quickly, and tries to ignore the bitterness of it.

When he’d finished his breakfast, he left the cart outside as he was told. Before he’d gone to bed last night, a few maid servants brought him clothes that they’d tucked into the wooden wardrobe in the corner of the room, and showed him where the bathroom was. Embarrassingly, the door was hiding behind white drapes he thought were just there for some sort of decoration.

The clothes he received were mostly black and white, and they all incorporated navy blue somehow. He’s guessed by now that’s just the colour scheme of this place. He pulls out a neatly folded black long sleeve tunic, the strings that hold the v-cut of the collar closed the same navy blue as the glittering trimmings of the hem, and black cotton pants that he’ll have to fold at the ankles.

There’s a couple of soft towels folded and tucked into the bottom corner of the wardrobe, and he hugs everything to his chest and makes his way to the bathroom.

The bathroom is large, shelves jutting out of the wall beside a mirror filled with an assortment of bath oils and scented candles. The white marble of the floor shimmers with golden swirls, and the sunken bathtub in the middle of the room is big enough to fit four people standing five feet apart.

The silver faucet at the foot of the tub hums before it spits water when he turns the knob, steam rising and curling into the air. He sets his clothes and towel down, standing before the shelf to pick two of the oils he thinks smells the best.

There’s one that smells strangely of apricot and cinnamon, and one of mint leaves and a label that promises to soothe aches and pains. He pours a bit of each into the water and sinks into it with a sigh.

And Yoongi stays there until the light of the sun seems a bit brighter, no longer hiding behind trees and early morning mist. The sounds that float from outside through the cracked window aren’t half as mindful, as everyone is starting to wake up and go about their day. It’s different to the sounds he’s used to: honking cars and the buzz of traffic, people yelling, his neighbour’s stomping steps in the apartment above him. It’s quieter, the world wakes gently; he likes the change.

He feels different today, the jitter of his nerves had calmed some since last night, the headache he woke with was all but a memory that would be back later, he’s sure. He thinks that at some point between last night and waking, he’s accepted what his life is to be now. The weight of so many people’s lives apparently in his hands, the pressure that he’s certain would come with learning the workings of his arcane, the fact that he may never go back home. All of it.

He stays in the bath until his fingers are prunes and the water is cold, and his hair is a little short of damp; drying in a frizzy mess. He steps out of the tub, watching as the water magically drains away. He dries off and gets dressed, the clothes sticking to his damp skin where the swipe of the towel missed and steps out. He leaves the door open so that the air can flow through the room, filling his bed space with the scent of apricot and cinnamon.

When he's rolling his socks on and tucking the ends of his pants into the top of his boots, there’s a soft knock on his door. He expects the pause that comes after as much as he expected the door to open and you poking your head in.

You smile when you spot him, and Yoongi’s afraid that at some point, he’ll get too used to it. Your dress is silk and pale yellow today, a blue ribbon twisted into the braid of your hair.

“Good morning,” You greet at the door, not coming in and Yoongi wonders why, “Did you sleep well?”

There’s a murmur somewhere behind you that makes you look over your shoulder and roll your eyes, “Stop that.”

Yoongi stands, and at his approach you pull away from the gap in the door, and he finds Seokjin there too, leaning against the adjacent wall.

“If you’re going to be annoying you may as well find something else to do, Jin.” You say, turning to face Seokjin as Yoongi steps out of the room.

Seokjin points a finger to himself, looking offended, “Me? Annoying? I’m a joy to be around!”

“Yes. Whenever you’re not being like....whatever it is you’re being now.” You wave a hand at him, pursing your lips.

“It's my job to follow you around, Your Highness.” Seokjin retorts, crossing his arms over his chest, “I can’t just leave you alone with a stranger.”

“I’ll be fine.” You say a little testily, and Yoongi eyes dart between you and Seokjin as you have a stare off. He suddenly feels like he shouldn’t be standing here listening, feeling awkward and not sure what to do with his hands.

“I’ll walk five steps behind.” Seokjin says, moving a little ways away and counting his steps for you to hear, much to your evident annoyance.

You sigh through your nose, shaking your head before you turn to Yoongi. “There’s a lot to see, come on.”

You lead him through different hallways, showing him different rooms and different things of cultural significance, and Yoongi tries his best to keep up with it all. Seokjin is still walking five steps behind, and every now and then he could feel the weight of his gaze.

The library within the palace is expansive, the grandeur of its size evident as you step into the room. Rows of towering bookshelves line the walls, their mahogany frames gleaming softly in the ambient light filtering through stained glass windows. Yoongi’s eyes widen as he takes in the vast collection of leather-bound tomes and ancient scrolls neatly arranged on polished wooden tables.

You gesture towards the rows of books, your voice carrying a note of reverence as you speak. “This is the heart of the palace’s knowledge, where centuries of history and wisdom are preserved.” As you lead Yoongi deeper into the library, you pause occasionally to point out notable works or elaborate on the significance of certain texts.

Yoongi’s expression shifts from curiosity to awe as he absorbs the wealth of information surrounding him. He finds himself immersed in the quiet serenity of the library, captivated by the timeless treasures it holds within its walls.

As you guide Yoongi further into the library, the scent of aged parchment and ink hangs in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of polished wood. Sunlight streams through ornate windows, casting ethereal patterns of light and shadow across the rows of shelves.

You pause beside a particularly ornate display case, its glass surface protecting delicate manuscripts and artifacts. “These are some of the rarest and most valuable pieces in our collection,” you explain, your voice hushed with reverence.

Yoongi leans in closer, his gaze drawn to the intricately illuminated manuscripts and ancient relics within the case. He reaches out tentatively, as if hesitant to disturb the timeless beauty before him.

As you continue the tour, weaving through the maze of bookshelves and alcoves, Yoongi’s fascination deepens with each passing moment. The weight of Seokjin’s silent presence fades into the background, overshadowed by the richness of knowledge and history contained within the library’s walls.

Together, you and Yoongi explore the depths of the library, delving into its vast archives and uncovering the secrets of centuries past. In this sanctuary of learning and discovery, time seems to stand still, allowing Yoongi to lose himself in the wonders of the written word.

Nestled within the heart of the library, concealed behind a discreet doorway veiled in shadow, lies a chamber of treasures known only to the royal family of Jax. This clandestine sanctum, accessible only to those of royal blood, houses a collection of artifacts and tomes that are as priceless as they are precious.

As the heavy door swings open on silent hinges, a soft glow spills forth, illuminating the room in a warm, golden light. Shelves line the walls from floor to ceiling, laden with ancient scrolls, intricately bound tomes, and ornate artifacts of bygone eras. Each item within this sacred space holds a piece of the kingdom’s history, a testament to the valor, wisdom, and legacy of generations past.

Among the treasures housed within this chamber are artifacts of great significance, relics from battles long fought and victories hard won. Weapons forged of enchanted steel, their edges still sharp with the echoes of ancient conflicts, stand alongside intricately crafted jewelry adorned with precious gemstones, each piece a symbol of royal heritage and lineage.

Alongside the artifacts, shelves groan under the weight of countless tomes, their leather bindings weathered with age yet still bearing wisdom. These volumes contain the accumulated knowledge of scholars and sages, chronicling the history, culture, and arcane arts of the kingdom of Jax.

As Yoongi steps into this hallowed chamber, he is enveloped in a sense of reverence and awe, keenly aware of the weight of history that surrounds him. Each artifact and tome holds a story waiting to be discovered, a glimpse into the rich tapestry of the kingdom.

The air hums with an almost palpable energy, suffused with the residual magic of centuries gone by. Illuminated by soft, ethereal light that dances and flickers across the ancient stone walls, the room exudes an aura of mystique and wonder.

Upon shelves of polished oak and gilded metal, an array of artifacts sits neatly behind clear glass, each one imbued with its own unique enchantment. Robes of shimmering silk hang suspended in midair, their fabric rippling as if stirred by an unseen breeze, while ancient tomes bound in spell-woven leather beckon with promises of forbidden knowledge.

Glowing crystals pulsate with otherworldly radiance, casting prismatic hues across the room, while ornate staffs and wands stand sentinel, their intricate carvings whispering secrets of arcane power.

“Some arcane users use magic embedded weapons to channel their power.” Seokjin says from the doorway, keeping his word to stay at a distance. He doesn’t disturb your rambling, stepping closer to Yoongi as you move further away, not noticing that they weren’t following. “Some of these were made by the pixies, most of them by the Fae.”

Of course they have pixies, the surprises may never end, and curiosity makes Yoongi ask: “The Fae?”

Seokjin spares Yoongi a glance, “Your world must be so boring.” He sighs, “The Fae are thought to be descendants of an Arcane user that was cursed. They could be mistaken for pixies at a glance if you don’t know what to look for. They use arcane magic and their artifacts as they don’t have magic like the pixies do. They also don’t have wings, and the point of their ears are a lot shorter.”

Yoongi realises this is the most Seokjin has spoken to him since he’s arrived, without the air of barely concealed contempt. He glances at his ears and Seokjin notices, chuckling softly.

“I’m not a Fae. Half pixie.” He clarifies for him, though his tone is a little strained. “I don’t carry an arcane.”

His voice trails off and Yoongi senses that the moment is over. Your steps trail back to them, “You two had me talking to myself.”

“Sorry.” Yoongi and Seokjin speak at the same time, and Seokjin remains close as you continue walking.

You seem to glow in the soft glitter of light, a sparkle in your eyes as you explain everything to him. He wonders how you keep everything at the top of your head to rattle it off like you’re telling him about the weather.

Leaving the sanctuary of the library and the room of artifacts behind, you guide Yoongi through a series of winding corridors adorned with portraits of the royal family and their ancestors. Each painting tells a story, capturing the essence of generations past in vibrant strokes and intricate detail.

You pause before a particularly imposing portrait, its gilt frame gleaming in the dim light. It depicts a figure enveloped in swirling winds, their form shrouded in mystery and power.

“This is Incra.” you announce, your voice tinged with reverence. Incra, depicted in the painting, is a woman of striking beauty and undeniable grace. Her dark hair cascades in glossy waves around her shoulders, framing a face adorned with features as delicate as porcelain. Her eyes, pools of deep, mysterious darkness, hold a glimmer of ancient wisdom and unfathomable power.

In the painting, Incra stands with poise and confidence, her figure shrouded in billowing robes that ripple like the winds she commands. Her presence is commanding yet ethereal, radiating an aura of otherworldly elegance and strength.

Despite the passage of time, the artist has captured Incra’s timeless beauty with remarkable precision, immortalizing her as a symbol of reverence and awe.

Yoongi’s gaze lingers on the painting, captivated by the enigmatic figure at its center. He can almost feel the crackle of energy radiating from the canvas, a testament to the awe-inspiring abilities of the kingdom’s ancient arcane users.

As you move along the hallway, you continue to point out notable figures from the kingdom’s history, offering brief descriptions of their accomplishments and legacies. Yoongi listens intently, his curiosity piqued by the rich tapestry of stories woven into each painting.

With the tour of the paintings complete, you lead Yoongi onward, eager to show him more of the palace’s treasures and secrets. As you traverse the hallowed halls of the castle, Yoongi’s sense of wonder only grows, fueled by the tales of valor and magic that echo through its storied corridors.

Next to him, Seokjin stifles a yawn, “If you don’t stop her she could go on all day.” He says, as you open another door with flair, waving them both forward with a hand. Yoongi doesn’t mind really, even with all the knowledge trying to find a place to settle in his head, having to fit amongst all the other regular things already in there.

At the other end of this hallway is an arched ceiling above another door. The walls are carved by little arched windows that are opened to let the cool air from outside blow in.

Before you all could reach the other door, the door behind Yoongi and Seokjin opens. A young man steps through, eyes glancing between Yoongi and Seokjin before they settle on you. He looks like a guard, though dressed very differently to Seokjin. Adorned in a fitted tunic of midnight black, embellished with intricate silver embroidery that catches the light in subtle glimmers, the guard cuts a striking figure against the backdrop of the palace walls. His trousers, tailored to perfection, flow seamlessly into polished leather boots.

The hood of the dark cloak hides the colour of his hair, the folds of it billows at his feet in the slight breeze. There’s a a stretch of dark fabric over the bottom of his face that hides most of his features that leaves just the striking azure of his eyes. He looks like an assassin if Yoongi didn’t know any better.

“Your Highness.” He calls, and there’s a different air about him that Yoongi could feel. It crackles about him like static. “His Majesty requests you.”

“Oh.” You seem to deflate a bit, and Seokjin pats your shoulder gently.

“You can bore us later.”

There’s a swipe of your hand and Seokjin pulls away with a laugh, just shy of getting hit. There’s clearly something more between you both that goes beyond a Princess and her guard.

Yoongi thanks you for taking the time to show him around and you smile, bidding them both goodbye before you follow after the young man.

It’s quiet between Yoongi and Seokjin , the silence slowly melting into something a little awkward as they’re left alone.

“Well this was riveting.” Seokjin says, dropping his hands on Yoongi’s shoulders and leading him forward towards the other end of the hallway. “I’ll show you the courtyard. All the fun stuff happens there.”

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nightswithkookmin · 1 year

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Okay time out

I'm reading through the comments on my last post and some of yall are wilding in there losing the whole entire plot👁👄👁

Please watch your language. I don't want to make space for anyone's hate and vitriol towards anyone. If you've been in the Fandom for more than a month you'd know Kim Taehyung is not a bad person at all. He's not. A little nuts sure but bad???? Cmon now.

If you hate him or anyone in bts this is not the space for it.

What I want is to hold space for anyone who feels disillusioned and jaded by the whole vmin situation. In case that intention didn't come through lemme reiterate. WE DON'T HATE TAEHYUNG ON THIS CORNER OF THE INTERNET.

You can talk about being disillusioned with Jikook and how you think things are not the same with them and I'll make space for that. Similarly you can talk about vmin or any ship for that matter and express your opinions about their dynamic and I'll hold space for that.

But please don't hate on nobody😔

Vmin have one of the best enviable friendships in all of Kpop. We love to see that sort of genuine love. It's healing, it's beautiful. Love in and of itself is a beautiful thing and we love to celebrate that.

And for me it's really hard to think of Kim Taehyung, the guy who threw a producer under the bus for preventing him from featuring Jimin on his song because he thought it was gay, same guy who saves fan art and recommends them to Jimin- there is a trail of moon on JMs back all thanks to Tae, when Jimin dropped Vibe he shared it to his story, he liked the post, he was commenting and interacting on JMs posts- when JK was silent as well. He even said he had saves a video of JM he was going to post on Jms birthday!

How is this person then a bad person at all. I don't understand. Can we talk about this one mishap without rubbishing and invalidating all the love effort and consideration he's shown towards Jimin up until now?

Do I think he could have done more to support JM, I do. Simply because he's done it in the past. He stayed up with us to watch Vibe when it dropped!

I'm just mad at him for staying quiet and leaving fans to do all the heavy lifting when he, JK, Suga are one of the biggest PJMs on earth. I'm hurt, I'm disappointed, and yes I'm crying my eyes out over here cos everything that has happened over JMs release overwhelms me.

Or maybe I'm too much of a romantic and I keep wandering back to moments of JM running to him and comforting him and promising he'll take responsibility for him. I keep wandering back to them talking about how much they protected eachother from bullies and I hoped he would lead the chorus and stand up for Jimin this time around too.

vmin are not perfect. They have their issues. But they also have one of the best relationship dynamics in kpop. Yet I feel I can't even vent out the frustration I feel over this, over the gradual decline of their ship, Bangtan friendship, or even express my insecurities over vmin without being overly cautious so as not to enable their antis and it's so frustrating.

We can't tell them how to love eachother. We can't do that. And there's always a possibility they know something we do not know. He's closer to JM than you and I. For all you know, he isn't even aware how these things affect his own fans who support him with Jimin.

This is something Jimin is constantly aware of and is good at- self awareness- but when it comes to Jungkook and Taehyung not so much.

Now if you'll excuse me I need to go back to pouting cos Tae sucks. He can step on leggos

I'm open to hearing theories about why you think he didn't say anything about Face.

No, it's not because he hates Jimin 🤺

Do you think it's because JM chose JK to do letters with and not him?🤔

Jk didn't say anything bout Vibe either and when he decided to sing that song he only knew JMs part💀🤧

Either way, he needs to make this right else I'm sending poop emojis on his next live💩

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malefic-advantage · 5 months

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lets chat abt Jupiter and Mercury

Jupiter and Mercury ruled signs are opposite from each other on the zodiacal wheel, and are all mutable signs.

something weird and cool about that is that they're all square from each other, including the two signs that are mutually ruled by either Jupiter or Mercury! Gemini is square Virgo and Sagittarius is square Pisces.

so, about the actual meanings of these planets:

Mercury:

Mercury, behaving towards the Sun in the way the Moon behaves to the Earth, becomes a planet with the near ability to “shapeshift”, becoming a closer embodiment to whatever sign it resides in and nearest planet. this planet is never more than 1 sign (about 28º) away from the Sun in a chart, and retrogrades the most often out of all of the planets (3 times a year or so) while simultaneously having the shortest retrograde period.

being so near to the central fire of one’s being, this is where the mind begins to grow, outside of the soul yet directly connected to it. when the Sun is your strength or energy, Mercury becomes your dexterity and the way your vitality translates to the open world. Mercury defines the way you communicate; your speech, your thoughts, the fineness of the filter placed upon you by the Sun, and your ability to adapt and analyse a situation. the luminaries are illogical, and energy based, while Mercury reigns as the centre of logic, defined by its sign, aspects, and house.

common, flexible, and curious, Mercury barely has an atmosphere and has the shortest year of any planet, going retrograde just before every 3rd full lunar cycle. being the lord of common sense, it opens doors to the nervous system and fine movements, thus leading to rulership over mental plasticity and perception. this leaves only a few extreme places in the chart for Mercury to reside. because of the fact that it can morph into whatever it comes across with ease, Mercury basically rules 3 of the D&D stats, do with that what you will.

due to its ties with communication and liberality, Mercury finds itself in many daily activities: everything from going on a walk, to siblings, to phone calls and social media. it really is proximity and ready-to-go nature, taking on the qualities of whatever planet is closest to it and integrating the qualities of the sign it crosses into.

Jupiter:

Jupiter, what once could've been a second star within our solar system, expands whatever sign and house that it finds itself in, giving a gift of wisdom and luck to whatever actions are taken within the realm of the sign and house affected. being farther from the Sun than the Earth, Jupiter can be in any place in the chart relative to the Sun. having a very beautiful distance from the Sun, this planet takes just under 12 years to travel around the zodiacal wheel, about a year in each sign, and is retrograde once every 13 months or so, for about 4 months at a time.

as it has such a pleasant and reasonable distance from the Sun, it's personality and rulerships often resemble that of the Sun, with an aspect of mentorship involved. contrasting Mercury, who is outside of the soul yet directly involved it, Jupiter lies within the soul and remains separate from it. this is seen through how it gives and gives and gives to the point of sometimes giving too much, being charitable but not necessarily generous (as Venus is), this planet has a humanitarian/human approach while remaining a divine force of nature. Jupiter speaks of freedom while organizing the internal structure, influencing the opinion of freedom and free will.

an optimist, a teacher, and an explorer, Jupiter understands that without experience all remains theoretical, and wishes to see the bigger picture to whatever is being done. this depth of understanding being within Jupiter's goals is what causes it's rulership over the vascular system, mainly ruling over the liver, lymphatic nodes, and blood vessels (not blood itself, as Gemini does).

being something that wants to be all over, into every nook and cranny, understanding every word, Jupiter is found in places of learning, of religious theory, of dreams, in places far from home and in cultures much different from one's own. it's about things that can't necessarily be seen, things that seem far from logic and the physical world: textbooks, innate talents, foreign journeys, dreams, spiritual experiences, hospitals, self worth, self understanding, truth, and success. yet, lacks understanding of when enough is enough.

as with all things that are opposite, they still reside on the same coin. so, there's a few things that these two planets have in common while still finding different ways to approach their goals and needs:

experience: both planets want to be able to experience everything, while Mercury is focused on having intellectual and practical experience, Jupiter prefers emotional and passionate experiences.

efficiency: both are involved in the processes of organizing and conducting, however, Mercury corrects mistakes and Jupiter praises successes.

understanding: the true meaning of understanding is different between these planets, for Mercury, understanding is the ability to redirect and manipulate knowledge to form better solutions, and for Jupiter, understanding is the feeling of knowing and the growth that accompanies being able to master a subject.

detail: Mercury is the weightlessness of a small detail, and the logic used to deduce it, of how everything is connected. Jupiter is the journey that was taken to find the detail, the freedom of being able to discover it, and how everything is connected.

#astroblr #astrology #astro posts #astro community #astrology observations #resources #birth chart #jupiter #mercury #mercury in astrology #jupiter in astrology #sagittarius #pisces #gemini #virgo

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ms-m-astrologer · 4 months

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Transiting Mars enters Capricorn

Thursday, January 4 - Tuesday, February 13, 2024

A planet is said to be in its exaltation when it occupies a sign/house which it doesn’t rule, but which nevertheless tends to bring out the best in the planet. Mars is exalted in Capricorn - can you see how Mars’ energy and drive can benefit from Capricornian discipline, patience, and goal-orientation?

This, to me, is a great way to start a new calendar year - especially after Mars’ completion of moving through Sagittarius, which due to difficult aspects was basically Mars flailing around ineffectually. Mars will not flail around during its stint in Capricorn - it will define a possible goal early on, and rise to every challenging occasion.

How this might play out in Mars’ areas:

Physical strength - if our New Year’s Resolution was to “get fit,” it’s less about bodily vanity and more about how being physically strong helps us in every way. We know that “Rome wasn’t built in a day” and we apply that patience and persistence here.

Energy levels - this can be a problem area due to Cap’s tendency to “burn the midnight oil” and work until it drops, without getting adequate rest or refreshment.

Sexuality - another potential problem area due to needing to be in control and not wanting to let go. But also a considerate and thoughtful lover, traditional and steady.

How we go after what we want - we have a plan!! We aren’t always crazy about letting other people “help” us out, mostly because we want to keep in control. We’re able to stay on task.

Overall Mars moving through Capricorn will be a much smoother time than Mars going through Sagittarius. We can get a lot accomplished. We’ll be able to teach Mars some patience, which is a very good thing. Allow for a day or two on either side of the following aspects.

Tuesday, January 9:

Mars/Capricorn sextile Saturn/Pisces, 4°05’

Mars/Capricorn (4°12’) sesquisquare Uranus Rx/Taurus (19°12’)

We have a pretty good idea about where we want to go, but there are roadblocks which frustrate us. Sort of a “delayed opportunity.”

Friday, January 12 - Mars/Capricorn trine Jupiter/Taurus (5°50’). An early payoff? Even if you lose, you win. A time to take a calculated risk.

Sunday, January 14 - Mars/Capricorn (7°43’) semi-square Pallas Athene/Scorpio (22°43’). Some of our plans don’t work out. Shrug it off.

Thursday, January 25 - Mars/Capricorn square Chiron/Aries (15°51’). The stereotypical manifestation would be putting in long hours at the office, to the detriment of one’s partner. Try not to be so focused on your goal that you hurt others.

Saturday, January 27 - Mars/Capricorn conjunct Mercury/Capricorn (17°17’). This, believe it or not, is the 3rd of three conjunctions - the first was back on October 29, at 11°54’ Scorpio; and the second was on December 27, at 24°21’ Sagittarius. Some idea you had way back when (1) has gone through a few revisions and (2) is now finally ready to be acted upon.

Monday, January 29 - Mars/Capricorn trine Uranus/Taurus (19°05). Material (Earth) independence and self-reliance. The Moon is in Virgo earlier in the day, giving us an Earth grand trine to get things done.

Tuesday, January 30 - Mars/Capricorn square North Node/Aries and South Node/Libra (19°20’). Getting in our own way. We may be so caught up in our plotting that we ignore a simpler solution - or, we try to manipulate people and situations when they don’t suit us, instead of negotiating with them.

Wednesday, January 31 - Mars/Capricorn trine Juno Rx/Virgo (20°33’). Productive partnerships. Can also indicate a good time between the sheets; possible fertility.

Thursday, February 1 - Mars/Capricorn (21°35’) semi-square Saturn/Pisces (6°35’). Frustration leading to a “null” result. Our timing is off - Mars is the gas pedal and Saturn is the brakes. Take some deep breaths!

Friday, February 2 - Mars/Capricorn inconjunct Vesta Rx/Gemini (21°52). Distractions, inability to focus; sexuality issues where one partner is just not “in the mood.”

Monday, February 5 - Mars/Capricorn square Eris/Aries (24°12’). The most difficult aspect of the transit. It’s important to have a healthy outlet for anger and frustration. (Ms M always advises “clean the bathroom” when these happen.) Don’t let your anger spoil what you’re trying to do.

Wednesday, February 7 - Mars/Capricorn sextile Neptune/Pisces (25°58’). We started Mars/Capricorn with a sextile to Saturn, and we’re ending it with a sextile to Neptune. If we’ve tried to use the energy well, we have a vision of how our efforts will benefit us over the eons to come. The mists and fog clear for a bit.

#Astrology #Transiting Mars enters Capricorn #Ms M astrologer

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ulircursed · 7 months

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Five months (?) ago…

Each crash of waves against the docks sent a fresh jolt of anxiety through his core, and yet Andrei forced himself to take step after step closer to his destination. Truthfully, the mere thought of being on a ship once more was nauseating to consider, and yet…

One more step. Another. The waves roared their warning. Another step.

He had to do this. The familiar, unfriendly faces roaming the halls of the monastery had increased, as of late, a neverending reminder of the reality he lived in. He’d once attempted to lull himself into believing there was peace for him in this land, an understanding with his family, in a land where duty did not bid him to make the choices he did.

How foolish. There was no escaping the past.

(He’d wanted to remain in the illusion.)

That was not the problem. The problem was – nails bit painfully into the flesh of his palms, until he shook himself out of the memory of Edain, weakened, lying against her cot, looking up at him with a fondness he should’ve lost claim to the moment that decision had ever entered his mind. He hadn’t dared ask what she would’ve chosen, if he hadn’t attempted to take the choice from her entirely. He had a feeling he knew what the answer would be.

Another mistake, false heir.

Andrei reached the docks, legs steering defiantly towards the ship bound for his destination even as every exhale through gritted teeth became painful. Here he was, attempting to fix a mistake. Returning to the place he had come from. A feat that, if the word of so many he’d spoken to could be trusted, was entirely possible, even with the obviously different circumstances that had brought each of them here.

He wasn’t certain what year he would be returning to. Asking would get him nowhere, and… if he didn’t know, then perhaps he’d allow himself to hope that he could truly get that chance. If, by some divine will, he could travel against the flow of time, perhaps he could rectify at least one single mistake in his life. Even just one, among countless.

(Lady Sister. Father. Yngvi.)

And even if he could not… even if all he’d managed was to be thrown into the future, the one from whence Patricia came…

There was at least one he’d failed in that time too, was there not? One without a mark, born and discarded in the foolish pursuit of some proof of his worth.

He could attempt to fix that mistake as well.

The plank leading to the ship creaked and swayed in the breeze, enough to hide the tremble in Andrei’s steps.

Focus. This had to be done. He reached out for balance as he stepped onto the ship.

The world dissolved.

The point of no return

Pain, a familiar, haunting echo, descended upon him the moment he opened his eyes. A dark sky above, no moon or stars in sight. His heartbeat was slowing, each thrum accompanied by the distinctly unpleasant feeling of his lifeblood leaking into the earth below.

Movement, at the edge of his vision, and then, a face –

Ah.

His eyes slip shut, life escaping too fast for surprise to register.

…Or perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised. He didn’t deserve a second chance, anyway.

(Though. He’d forgotten the expression on Brigid’s face when she’d looked upon his dying form. At least, at least, he’d been able to see it again.)

Then, nothing.

Present day

Nothing, except the feeling of resignation as Andrei’s eyes open to the now-familiar landscape, at the foot of the path leading towards the monastery looming in the distance. Of course.

There is no turning back time, nor rectifying his mistakes. To believe otherwise is merely a fool's wish.

(He still wanted–)

A trembling hand finds its grip around polished wood – Andrei looks down. His Brave Bow. It hadn't been with him last time, the thought dimly registers in his mind. His wounds don't hurt nearly as much either.

Blessings, perhaps, or just another grim reminder. That there is no other place for him, anymore.

He takes a step, then another.

A return, to where he belongs.

#➵ taking the reins (drabble)#local bow man returns! i immediately gift him with a bad time #only the best for my boy ofc #this is read like something of a fever dream #for context my ic reasoning for his departure is guilt over the horrible choice he made during kke so thank u prof python #for making him see reason (???) and make better choices (no)

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beannary · 10 months

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Tell me absolutely everything about this Percy Jackson au please

ok so i wrote a WHOLE ANSWER to this question while i was walking back to work after my lunch break and long story short my phone refused to post it because it did not want to connect to the museum wifi and there is no cell service where i work so i may miss some things as im writing it out now because ive already written it out once before but OK LETS GO

so Hamato Yoshi moves from Japan to Hollywood and becomes famed movie star Lou Jitsu, and falls in love with Big Mama, the owner of the Lotus Hotel in Las Vegas. When Lou proposes to Big Mama she accepts! But she also is like we need to have our wedding or the honey moon or something basically she's like we need to go to my hotel and Lou is like sick this is so cool and normal and BOOM two seconds later like multiple decades have passed .

Baron Draxum is a scientist/historian who has fallen into this ancient greece sort of niche. He's not a demigod BUT he has the ability to see through the mist and has seen weird things happen and has dedicated his life to figuring out what is up. He manages to figure out that the mist exists and that it has something to do with ancient greek mythology, and he manages to figure out how to tell if a location is like enshrouded in the mist, which leads him to the lotus hotel. Draxum knows something is up with this hotel but then he starts noticing people who are dressed as if they are from completely different periods in time, and THEN he notices famed movie star Lou Jitsu and he's like ok theres some weird time thing going on here and he connects the dots between the Lotus Hotel and the Lots Beds from the mythology and he basically just yoinks Lou out of the hotel who is now like girl what on earth is happening its WHAT YEAR?????

im trying to figure out how the boys get in the picture. I was thinking that Draxum while doing his research ended up finding these four boys, who he determined somehow were the children of gods, and he wanted to do research and experiments on them. I think this would happen before he rescued Lou Jitsu from the Lotus Hotel maybe a few months before? Draxum ends up taking Lou Jitsu to his home where Lou is like thanks for saving me dude real cool of you, wait a second are those KIDS? YOURE DOING EXPERIMENTS ON THEM? and basically Lou is like actually no we are leaving now actually and he nabs the boys and dips in the middle of the night

Raph would be three, Donnie and Leo two, and Mikey one when Lou Jitsu takes them from Draxum, and I think the four of them were just in various orphanages or group homes before Draxum got them

Raph i think would be a son of ares but im still debating that Leo is a son of athena Donnie is a son of hephaestus Mikey is a son of apollo

The boys would have done the demigod thing where they bounce around schools every year. Leo is actually the one who gets expelled every year and he has a reputation as a trouble maker, but he's actually covering for Donnie. Donnie's you know super into tech and building but a lot of his stuff explodes or attracts monsters. Leo takes the fall for all these accidents and all the destruction because donnie wants to go to like higher education, wants to go to like university and whatever and it would look super bad on his record if he was getting expelled from every school. Leo on the other hand doesnt really care and he's normally around when Donnie's doing his inventing so its pretty easy for him to take the blame.

Because the boys are constantly bouncing around schools they dont really have any friends. Theyre only friend is April O'Neil who is their neighbor and who is able to see through the mist. She really runs with their chaos and all that. OH also the boys don't know that theyre demigods until they actually end up at camp, and Lou doesn't know the godly parents of the boys until again they end up being claimed at camp.

I think that Casey will also be a demigod? a daughter of ares i think. and about april i want her to either become the oracle of delphi like rachel does in the pjo books, or i think she'll start learning how to manipulate the mist like hazel does in hoo

all of this i just thought of today though so im bound to change things as the au develops and like feel free to chime in if you have any ideas because im really just flying by the seat of my pants with this one

#bean babbles #answered asks #rose-garden-posts #pjo au #im thinking so much about this au guys im so normal about this

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lunalilith19 · 8 months

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Scott Moir: 36th birthday chart 9/2/23

The chart for when the Sun returns to where it was when you were born can shed light on the year to come. The chart for Scott's solar return this year has a strong theme of looking inside, relying on yourself, emphasizing inner qualities and values over external ones.

Both Mercury and Venus are retrograde in this chart- that's doing your own thinking and integrating what you already know - you might not be that open to new info or input - this can be good for self-reliance and knowing your own mind but can be problematic if you're wrong about something and don't want to listen. This is a year for reassessing relationships and your priorities by what they mean to you inside - are they fulfilling? There's also more emphasis on quality of life over financial gain.

At the same time, this chart is earth dominant, it has 5 planets in earth signs-- so work and stability are emphasized. practical necessity might dictate where you put your energy.

This is a 1st house profection year, the beginning of a new 12 year cycle - something is starting, and it seems like it's an internal shift or growth - but you won't see what it is right away

The Sun in this chart is opposite Saturn: character traits come up to be looked at because they either help you or are getting in your way. there might be a focus on yourself that makes you a bit oblivious to the needs of others. There might be limitations and delays from the outside, with situations not turning out as expected or where progress feels slow. But the Sun is also trine Jupiter which means opportunities to explore your potential and a tendency for things to go your way, so this aspect will help with the Saturn one

The Moon is in Aries and trine Venus in this chart: this can mean an emotional need to have a fresh start in some way that leads to more self confidence. a positive sign for finances

Mercury is trine Jupiter and Uranus --creative potential, high mental energy, thinking outside the box with optimism and confidence

Venus is square Jupiter: being a beneficiary but not in a way you like, or mixed blessings, There might be philosophical differences between you and partner - wanting or believing different things

Mars inconjunct Saturn: a need to plan well and be disciplined around using your energy. you have the ability to get things done if you assess the situation well, but it may take a lot of adjustments. difficulty navigating the structures (like feds? the ISU?) that would help you succeed. the possibility of frustration in what you want to accomplish, and difficulty seeing where the obstacles are

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lewisyellowhelmet · 2 years

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omg the wedding has me feeling some sort of way 😩 post-proposal smut? 👀

wedding!lewis is truly... something else. can just imagine him being so Proud and Excited to marry you, feels so honoured you chose him, that you found each other, that you're a team. i just. yeah. anyway!! proposal on jungle island!! thank u for ur prompt bestie!

see wedding s*x here!

submit ur own freaky friday prompt here!

You swim in the sea, after, paranoid you’ll lose the ring in the expanse of the Pacific Ocean, but Lewis has done his homework, its the perfect size on your finger, no danger of it slipping off.

It had only felt right to get in the water, after you’d cried and laughed and cried more on the sand with Lewis on one knee, dizzy with happiness, the sun setting over the beach.

The current moving past the island this time of year is warm, so you float for a long time, letting Lewis kiss the salt out of your mouth. Pressed up against him in the slow ocean, legs around him, watching the water drip down his chest.

Eventually, when you start to shiver, and it’s almost dark, he tells you he’s booked a private dinner, drags you back to the villa. You want to get in the shower with him, distract him enough that he'll forget about the booking and take you to bed, but he’s resolute in his insistence that you go.

Your feelings are almost hurt, until he leads you into the beautiful private dining room, open on one side to the warm evening breeze, a fan turning lazily above the huge table, and your entire families are seated there, secretly flown out. You have to turn and cry into Lewis’ shoulder for a second, overwhelmed with love, with admiration, for being taken care of so for well, for him knowing you so deeply, that they would be the first people you want to see after such a big experience.

So you eat and drink and laugh, Lewis’ hand on your leg (can't stop touching you, can't let go), his ring on your finger. Your families spread around you, eager to be made into one, linked by you and Lewis, linked by the oath you’ve made to each other.

It’s late when you walk back down the winding wooden pathways through the jungle, leading you back to the villa. Tucked into the side of Lewis, your body lazy with champagne, keep stopping him in dark corners to push him up against the railing and kiss him until you can feel him against your belly.

Then, finally, the peace of the villa, white curtains blowing in the night air, the big bed set into the wood headboard, four posters. The light of the moon falls through the open windows to paint Lewis’ skin, so he almost glows, as you unbutton his shirt, can hear him breathing, trying to steady himself.

He almost shakes, under your fingers, as you undress him, revealing more and more of a familiar body. He’s impatient, his big hand pushing into your loose hair, holding your head, I wanna see you, too, he says, waits for you to smile and nod, breathless with wanting.

His hands skimming over your body, slipping you out of your dress. It feels strangely vulnerable, stood with him at the end of the bed, naked under the moonlight. He looks at you like you’re a Goddess, a Deity, come down to Earth just for him.

Lewis takes his time, lays you all out on the bed, kisses everywhere his mouth can get, stays between your legs for a long time, his fingers, his tongue, working you open, until you’re restless and panting, and two orgasms ahead.

When he finally, finally, gets inside you, he groans like he’s feeling you for the first time all over again, you bracketed under him, fingers dug into his shoulders.

You feel amazing, he breathes, the scrape of his beard on your jaw, you always do, so perfect for me. Wanna fuck you til you cry.

You choke over a gasp, the heat of his words in your belly, his hands all over you, your breasts, your tummy, your face.

Pushing the hair out of your face so he can watch when you come again, tears leaking out down your cheeks, flushed and in oblivion.

That’s it, baby, that’s it, no one can make you feel like I can, he tells you, his movements getting sloppy as he loses control, says your name like a prayer, reverent and instinctual.

You don’t sleep for a long time, despite the deep night. Just lie wrapped up in him and the sheets, feeling his fingers run over your body, like he can’t get enough, never will.

Gonna be my wife, he whispers, soft smile, kisses your forehead, gonna keep you forever.

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton drabble #f1 smut #*#freaky friday

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rosecoloreddesire · 2 years

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My Devil In Disguise, pt. 3

Surprises of Grandeur; Chapter 3

Austin! Elvis x OC, Elvis x OC

Summary: Annalise Snow is a girl that Hank Snow raised to be a good all American girl that all the other girls would want to be. Well when a boy that comes from the same Memphis Annalise missed...it turns out she's a little more wild then she thought. Will she travel to the ends of the Earth with a boy she just met? Or will she be left in the dust?

Chapter 4 here!

Warnings: swearing, yelling, steamy chapter, 50′s racial standards in music, Colonel Tom Parker, proofread 80 times and still not sure it makes sense.

Notes: Hi 'yall! Sorry this chapter took so long to come out! I have the source here that I used for this chapter :) I hope that the next chapter will be a bit faster haha! If anything doesn’t fully make sense right now it will be elaborated on in the chapter 4! Thanks again for all the support, lovies! Chapter 1 here!

“I’m gonna have to tell you, Darlin’. My shirt looks so much better on your body…” Elvis’ words trail off as he stared at Annalise’s body wearing his dark blue shirt. He traced the buttons on the shirt as he stalked closer to her.

“E-Elvis, I’m sorry I just didn’t. I didn’t think-“ Annalise stuttered as Elvis locked the door. His arms wrapping around her waist as her body shivered against him. Annalise felt foreign in her own body as she gazed at Elvis in the dark room. Lit only by the pale full moon behind his curtains. Elvis looked like he was staring down his prey and god did it make Annalise’s skin blaze with heat.

“I won’t do anything, baby. Just please let me kiss you again. God damn,” He sat next to her on the bed as he lead her to him. He searched her eyes for any sign of discomfort,” You are stunnin’, little mama.” His large hand slipped through her hair and pulled it gently back. His control seemed to leave his body the minute a small whimper left her lips. Their lips collided as Elvis gripped her body firmly. Like she wasn’t already pressed up against his heated body as close as it possibly could be. His lips were passionate and commanding as Annalise struggled to catch up. Annalise had just had her very first kiss with Elvis just a couple hours ago and here she was being pawed at like she was a life saving cure. A cure to the burning desire in Elvis’ system. He all but growled into her mouth. His grip on her hips almost bruising. She pushed him away slightly.

“E-Elvis, relax. I’m n-not goin’ nowhere. You’re kissin’ me like a rabid animal,” Elvis pulled back, blush evident as he shyly chuckled. Annalise laid as Elvis panted on top of her, ”Not that I h-hate it or nothin’.” He laughed and lifted his hand from behind her head. His finger tracing her lips softly as she giggled, breathlessly.

“God damn, baby. I-I couldn’t hold myself back . Shit,” He leant down and kissed her softly even though his body was telling him to completely ravage the angel beneath him. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath, "You really are a devil in disguise, Annalise Snow. Lord knows what you done to me.” His breath was heavy as he explained. Annalise grinned, a teasing lilt as she spoke.

“Well, Mister Presley, I would never! You know my daddy always said I was a gift from the lord? That my voice was heaven sent itself?” Elvis seemed to ogle her as she spoke. Her hair was all around his pillow like a halo around her head. Her cheeks were flushed and her doe eyes were wide and wild. Her lips were red and glossy from his lips...god she was created by the Devil himself...

“Darlin’, you know it’s not nice to lie. Lord, you look,” He trailed off as he stole a kiss once more. His lips over took hers, even greedier than the last one. He was scared that if he let her go and stopped holding her body so close to his...she would be gone in an instant. That he’d open his eyes and she’d be back with her daddy in Louisiana. He groaned as he felt her tongue swipe against his bottom lip,” Damnit I gotta stop myself-” She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and held him close as she whispered.

“What’s wrong with a little kissin’, Mister Presley? You give me a fever when you kiss me..” She sang the last part as she pulled Elvis down towards her. He bit his lip, stifling another groan. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t kiss her again. She slipped her hand up behind his head curling her finger around a lock of his raven hair.

“H-Hey, doll. We should go to bed. I-I’ve got some surprises for you this week,” She continued to stare up at him, just listening but hell she looked so good,” Annalise, baby, lemme speak. Screw it-” He inhales and crashes his lips onto hers. She whimpers into his mouth as his tongue delves into hers. He pulls away to pepper kisses on her neck. His teeth scrape against the sensitive part of her neck and she lets out a soft broken moan. Elvis finds it in himself to pull away for the final time to look at the state of Annalise. She looked even more like a goddess lying on his bed, moaning.

“E-Elvis,” her chest heaved as she tried to catch up on her breathing,” I think I’m-”

“Elvis, I know it’s late but I was hopin’ you’d let me talk to Miss Snow before we show her Graceland tomorrow. I still wanna be her-” Annalise’s wild night is interrupted by her best friends dad...again. His knock louder than the last. Elvis seems to not even register the Colonel as he continued to trail his kisses to the top of her shirt. His head clouded with just Annalise and only her as he unbuttoned the top button. Elvis took a deep breath. He held a finger to her lips and smirked. He pulled his covers over her as he stood up.

“Hey, Colonel. She’s asleep right now. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” His southern drawl sounding deeper than usual. It looked like Mr. Parker was trying to get in the room. She could feel herself getting nervous. Talk about what? He shut the door and laid next to Annalise.

“What did he mean Graceland? What,” Elvis grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to his body. He closed his eyes as she huffed,” Elvis, you know how I feel about surprises and when you’re lyin’. C’mon you can just tell me these things, Elvis. I know you ain’t sleepin’!” She cuddled into his chest as he kept his eyes closed. She sighed and left a kiss on his neck, making Elvis shiver in the process.

“I’m takin’ you to see it in the mornin’, baby. No need to huff and puff. I’m takin’ you extra early now ‘cause you can’t keep your lips to yourself, sweetheart.” His voice becoming veiled with sleep. She giggled and snuggled into his arms, closing her eyes as well. Graceland? What the hell could that be?

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“You’re kiddin’! Elvis...a pink Cadillac?! I thought you were savin’ that money for a house! O-Or a place in Hollywood like you always wanted!” Annalise was surprised to say the least. She ran her hand along the interior of the car as Elvis drove them to the next surprise. She’d only seen celebrities driving these. What kind of money did Elvis have? She knew Elvis’ albums were selling like hot cakes but not this quickly.

“H-Hey don’t be yellin’ at me yet, darlin’. I know what I’m doin’ and Colonel has been helpin’ me too.” He smiled at her skeptical gaze. He grasped her hand as they made a turn. Annalise’s stomach churned as they came upon what could be called a castle. Boxes and cars littered the front lawn. People coming in and out of the front door like clockwork.

“Elvis Aaron Presley! You bought a house?! It’s enormous! Oh my god I-” She's interrupted by seeing her own clothes in boxes and Vernon taking them into the house. She turned slowly and met his nervous stare.

“I-I knew you’d worry too much about it if I told you I bought all this. I-I wanna take care of my family. That includes you too...i-if you wanna go steady with me, of course.” Annalise felt her jaw drop she never thought she’d be kissing Elvis let alone even living her life with him. She was in awe...she would’ve thought her daddy would’ve tracked her down and taken her home by now but here she was...Elvis Presley’s girlfriend.

“Y-You sure? I-I don’t want your image to go sour if we ever get found out, Elvis. I-I can’t thank you enough for makin’ a girl feel special but-” A kiss cuts her rambling. She squeaks softly into his mouth as he chuckles. He slips a hand behind her head and pulls her closer.

“I’m so sure ‘bout you, Snow. I honestly think I’d ruin your image if we got found out.” She cocked her head to the side in confusion as he laughed,” You are Hank Snow’s Conservative Lass! You just recorded a song about kissin’ that I sang. Lord, if the press don’t think I’m deflowerin’ your image? They are lackin’.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips and gets out of the car.

“Oh Annalise! Let me show you how gorgeous this place is! I can’t believe this is the roof over our heads now! I-I told Elvis it was too much! ” Gladys took Annalise’s hands and lead her into the front door as Vernon continued picking up boxes. As they made their way into the main foyer, Annalise stopped herself.

“M-Mrs. Presley what is all that?” Her hand became clammy and she didn’t know if Gladys could feel it as the older woman’s grip tightened. There stood Tom Parker and piles and piles of things with Elvis’ face on them.

“I call it Merchandise! Your face on every conceivable object! Including teddy bears, perfume, busts-”

“Of questionable likeness.” Vernon chuckles.

“An Elvis Presley Game,” He waved the game in Annalise's face as he smiled,” Something so everyone can show their love.” He placed the ‘I LIKE ELVIS’ button in her hand and winked. A violent chill ran through her body. He knew.

“I Hate Elvis.” Gladys was still holding Annalise’s hand and she turned

“Yes, I Hate Elvis. What is hate worth if it’s free?”

“The Snowman strikes again!”

“W-Why is there makeup with my face on it? Berets with A’s on ‘em? A-And a doll of both of us?” Annalise picked up the items in horror. She looked at Elvis in shock as he sat down next to his dad.

“I like the idea, Annalise. What’s wrong?” Her jaw all but dropped at his nonchalant tone.

“I don’t know if you remember Elvis but Mr. Parker made you break up with Dixie over these fans! What happens when I’m selling under Elvis Presley Enterprises,” Annalise picks up a pillow that says ‘Fever Through the Night’ with a picture of her and Elvis’ faces on it,” I-I don’t think I can do this. This is too much, y’all.” She looked to Gladys for support and she placed a hand on her back nodding. To say Annalise was terrified was a huge understatement. Elvis let out a sigh and looked to Colonel.

“W-Wait Elvis Presley Enterprises? I was supposed to sign you under me as your manager? I see no updates in our papers, Miss Snow?” The older gentleman wrung his hands together almost nervous. Who could let this second biggest star roll past him? Not when he could make twice the money!

“I-I made a choice. Y’all could use my likeness and I could still perform a-and record with Elvis. However,” she took a big breath and closed her eyes,” I-I ain’t no big shot like Elvis Presley. A-And I wanted to go back to my roots, ya know? I asked B.B King.” The silence that followed was deafening. Annalise felt tense as she waited for the arguing to ensue.

“You and B.B will be unstoppable, baby! I can’t wait to see what y’all can do! M-Maybe B.B will finally be recognized for more than his skin color! When did y-“ Elvis stood up with only to be separated by a cane in between the two. The colonel looked furious as he took in Annalise’s shaking figure.

“Miss Snow, you can’t be managed by a colored singer? He’ll get you killed! At least under my management you-“ Annalise scoffed and turned around abruptly. Her anger rising to a level she couldn’t control.

“I don’t get it! Why can’t I? Just because of they skin they don’t get paid? They get their tour buses shot at? They get fed rotten god damn’ food! I can’t even go to a concert for any of his friends because their concerts? If I so much as look at them they can get arrested,” she starts to tear up and looks at Elvis instead of the Colonel,” Elvis, please be on my side for this!” Her tone wavered as she looked helplessly at the silent man.

“Keep your manager. No one gets to know and people assume I’m your manager, all right? Though I get a cut of your first few record royalties? Then you’ve got a deal, Miss Snow! Just know that that man will never see the amount of money you and Elvis will ever make!” Annalise agreed and just wanted to be as far as possible from Mr. Parker. Gladys lead her to what was Glady and Vernon’s bedroom. She could hear his bellowing laugh as she walked away.

“I-I don’t like that man, Annalise. I think what you’re doin’ is going to change the music industry as we know it! Just like my booby.” She wrapped her arms around the sobbing red head and shushed her. Her hand smoothing down the curls that laid frizzy on Annalise’s head. She rocked back and forth as Annalise continued to cry.

“I just want- I just,” she took a deep shaky breath,” I want them to know why Elvis does what he does. Why he sings those songs like no one else can! How music can bring us all together! I’m gettin’ tears all over you, Mrs. Presley! I’m sorry.” She starts to get up but Gladys pulls her back to her chest.

“Don’t apologize, sweet pea. This is your chance to shine. You are gonna do it brightly for me and for Elvis, right? You’re a part of the family now, ya hear me?“ Gladys chuckled as tears welled up in her eyes seeing the smile that graced Annalise’s tear stained face.

“Thank you, Mrs. Presley. I-I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.” She hugged the older woman right as they both rose to their feet.

“Now c’mon, sweet pea. We’ll get your room settled.” Annalise let Gladys take her hand again and she feels like she can breathe for a minute. Maybe she did make the right choice. Maybe being at Graceland was going to change all their lives for the better. Even if that Parker was involved.

“Get that damn pillow out of here, booby! You know Annalise didn’t like it earlier!” Gladys picks up the aforementioned pillow and throws it at her son. Her other hand still gripping Annalise’s. Annalise didn’t know why Gladys clung to her so much but she wouldn’t complain. It felt safe. The safest she’s felt really.

“I-I’m sorry. I just thought Anna looked real sweet in the picture. I didn’t mean to tease.” Elvis felt like it was two against one and he was correct.

“Now I’m gonna let her get her stuff unpacked and you let her. No funny business, Elvis.” She hugged Annalise and left the pair alone.

“Sometimes I think my mama loves you more than me. Lord, I don’t blame her though.” Annalise rolled her eyes pushing him back a little. He mocked being wounded and placed the back of his hand on his forehead. Annalise giggled and threw a bow from one of the many boxes at him.

“Hush now. I gotta unpack. I don’t wanna talk about today. I just wanna be happy for you buying this house.” Elvis sighed, slipping his hands around her waist. Her back facing towards him as she hides away from him. He smiled and felt at peace with her in his arms.

“Baby, I know what you’re doing. I support you. This is gonna change everything we stand for. Don’t listen to the colonel he’s not always right, ya know?“ He whispered into her neck and began to place soft kisses once again. Annalise smiled and leaned back into the taller man. His bright blue eyes gleaming with adoration.

“Elvis?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I love you.”

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