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thelov3lybookworm · 7 months

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I Didn't Ask For This (part twelve)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11

Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

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Tw: none that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

A/n: you did not think I would forget about my baby, did you? Yes, I am in fact, not dead. And yes, I didn't write anything for this fic for a long time because I had no idea what to do 😌

Also, thank you for all the love that you gave this one. I am soo glad I was able to write something for you to love. 🥹❣️

This is the last part in this series. But if there is something you want to see in a possible epilogue, please send in an ask or comment.

Enjoy!

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A loud knock on the door startled Y/n, who was trying not to get caught reading the very... not child friendly stuff Nesta had given her. Cauldron knew what else Nesta had in store for Y/n.

The knock was a little too loud to be Azriel, because most of the time Y/n didn't even realise someone had knocked when Azriel knocked. So it was definitely most probably Cassian, who was probably excited about something.

She got up to open the door, wondering if she should hide the book she was reading in case Cassian decided to barge in. For Cassian, it wouldn't be anything new.

She felt like it was the biggest shock in her life when she found Azriel standing outside the door, his hand poised to knock again as he grinned widely at her, panting.

Because, first of all, Azriel was a quiet person. Hell, even his wings made no sound when flying. If he knocked so loud, it was probably something huge. She didn't know if it was a good thing or not.

And second and more concerning thing was that Azriel was grinning. This was a man who would glare at people just for smiling in his direction.

Now she wondered if she really should have hidden the book.

"Azriel? Is everything alright?"

Impossibly, he somehow managed to grin wider. Once he had gained some semblance of control over his breathing, he spoke.

"Everything's fine. Perfect even."

Now Y/n was seriously concerned.

"Why are you grinning?"

"I need to show you something."

He offered her his hand, which she eyed suspiciously before taking. "What is it?"

"It wouldn't be fun if I told you about it." He pointed out, leading her to a nearby balcony.

That made sense.

He picked her up and began flying, the setting sun making the atmosphere beautiful. That was all Y/n tried to think about because if she didn't, she would continue to hound Azriel for answers, and he was too stubborn for his own good. He wouldn't tell her what it was, no matter what.

Soon, he was landing in front of a beautiful house, a beautiful lawn surrounding it. The area was quiet. There were similar looking houses nearby, a few shops. They were near the center of Velaris, but the pace was still quiet, tranquil even. Just like Azriel.

Y/n thought she knew what was going on, but still she asked. "Why are we here?"

Azriel grinned, a light blush dusting his cheeks. "I wanted to show you this place. Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful." She stretched out the word, searching his face.

"I brought that home. I thought now that we are... getting to know each other again and are comfortable, we might as well live somewhere far from Cassian and Nesta. Figured you might be just as tired of them as I am. Of course, I'm not saying you should live with me if you don't want to, but one day... maybe?" He looked at her when he finished rambling, his eyes hopeful.

She smiled. "I would love to live with you Azriel. So, when are we going to move in?"

Azriel's face lit up like a child who had recieved a gift on solstice. "As soon as possible. If you're okay with it." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Do you want to take a look inside?"

"Sure."

Azriel led her inside the mostly empty but clean house, a little jump in his steps. Y/n smiled and shook her head as he walked in front of her, opening all the doors and cupboards, a small grin on his blushing face.

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Azriel was cooking, having forced Y/n to sit and watch. Since there weren't many things in the house except for a couch, bed and a few cupboards, Azriel had flown back to the house of wind to get items for their dinner.

She had offered to cook, but he had refused. And since then, Y/n could tell he was trying really hard to impress her with his cooking skills.

They kept talking throughout, his focus equally divided.

Right now, he was seemingly about to flip the food in the pan, and he turned to her.

"Watch this." But then he realised she was already watching, and he faltered.

Unfortunately, he had already begun to move the pan. And because he wasn't paying attentiont to the pan, the food items in the pan scattered all around the kitchen, and Y/n hid her smile behind a hand.

Cauldron, Azriel was adorable.

He stared at the mess, his shoulders slumping. Y/n hopped down from the counter she was siting on and moved closer to him. "Go. Sit. I'll make us something."

Azriel shook his head. "No."

Y/n cocked her head. "Why not? I cooked all the time by myself before."

"I'll get something from a restaurant."

Her brows furrowed. "But why?"

"Because I want to treat you better than you have been treated before." He mumbled under his breath, barely audible. Maybe he was trying to not let her hear, but she did.

Her heart swelled, as if it tripped fell down the stairs and now had to rest in bed for its whole life.

"You are treating me good." She smiled at him when he looked at her with wide eyes. He blushed furiously when she placed a tender kiss on his cheek.

"What– what would you like to eat?"

Y/n sighed. "Anything. I don't really have something in mind."

Azriel nodded. "I'll be back soon."

And with that, he bounded off towards the door, leaving his shadows behind to clean up the mess he had made.

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Y/n watched as her husband moved his hand animatedly, his face filled with excitement.

The two of them sat on the couch, knees touching. Y/n wondered if in a few moments she'd be on his lap.

It had started out with her on the couch and him on the armchair near the fire, having finished their dinner sitting on the kitchen counter top because there was no table or chairs. After that, they had moved to hear the fireplace.

They had sat in silence, contemplating what to talk about when she found Azriel grinning.

When she asked him about it, he told her about how his shadows loved to be nosy and knew almost everyone's secret. How they had been telling him about the secret of the little boy passing by the house. It was that he had stolen a cookie without his mother's knowledge, and how he prayed to the cauldron that she never found out.

Since then, he had begun telling her of all the juicy secrets he gathered over the years, his shadows occasionally chiming in to add to the information. He had slowly begun shifting towards her as he spoke.

It wasn't long before he settled on the opposite end of the couch, a huge smile on his face as he told her of one of his favourite secrets that he found out, his body seemingly moving of its own accord.

Throughout the night after that, he had shifted closer anytime he got a little more excited, her scooting closer when she got more and more intrested in the story he was telling.

He finally stopped speaking, taking a deep breath, his cheeks flushed and a wide grinon his face.

Y/n sighed. "Well... that was a journey."

"I have better stories than that." He smirked smugly when her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Liar. I don't believe you. Even Nesta's books have less dramatic plot lines."

He grinned, shaking his head. "Speaking of Nesta's books... did you enjoy the book that you were you reading today?"

Y/n immediately tensed. "What do you mean?"

He gave her a sly smirk. "I'm the spymaster of the night court, Y/n, and I've been married to you for almost six months now. Do you really think I don't know what conspires between you and Nesta when me and Cassian aren't looking?"

A blush climbed up Y/n's neck. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure. Let me help you with that–" And then, as if the damn book had been next to him this whole time, he pulled it out of between his shadows and flipped open to where she had been reading when he interrupted her that morning. She knew that because she found the candy wrapper she placed in between the pages to mark the her progress.

She gasped, but he was already beginning to read. "Where were you? I think it was here? He grinned up at her from between her thighs..." He paused for a moment, reading, before he clicked his tongue. "You are really interested in this?"

He was busy reading, and so he didn't see her reaching out to snatch the book until she had a firm grasp on the book. He looked at her in surprise, but she began tugging. Of course, he didn't let her pull it too far before he himself started tugging at it.

"Let go Azriel."

He gave a harsh tug, and Y/n was no match for his strength. She lurched forward, her hand landing on his shoulder. Her face was mere inches from his and he grinned up at her.

"Really? You like this–" He shook the book near her face. "–this thing so much? Honestly, you could choose better."

Her whole face flushed as she tried to keep herself from glancing at his lips. "Don't be mean. It's rude to judge people."

"Hard not to when you read childish things like these." She scowled at him, and he leaned closer to her as he whispered, "Honestly, I could show you better things. The male here is like a newborn child compared to me."

Y/n blinked in shock, his closeness doing nothing to help her slow brain. He huffed a laugh at her reaction, and the air on her face finally pulled her from her daze. She began to pull back, trying to retreat back into her original position, but he caught hold of the hand on his shoulder, his expression serious.

Azriel's eyes trailed down to her mouth, and his tongue flicked out to lick his lips. He glanced up at her eyes, his eyes swimming with question.

Y/n knew it would be pointless and stupid to pretend she didn't want what he was offering. She could not keep lying to herself when this was all she wanted since the two of them began spending more time together.

So she simply leaned back in, her eyes fluttering shut when his breath caressed her features again.

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Azriel didn't need anymore confirmation.

He was tired of waiting, and now that she was so close, it was too hard not to sink his teeth into her. Into those beautiful lips, that beautiful body.

So he surged up, and caught his lips with hers.

In that moment, it felt like he had found peace. Something he had been searching his whole life for. Like he had found the home he never had.

Not the house he was currently in, but home in her.

And when she gasped, he realised there were multiple reasons responsible for that feeling.

First obviously being that he loved her.

Second, she loved him.

And how did he know?

He felt it coming at him in waves.

Through the newly found golden string connecting their souls.

I love you. The emotions he felt from her seemed to tell him.

I love you more. The emotions he sent back to her.

And there, on that couch in their new house, tangled in each other's arms...

Azriel and Y/n were finally home.

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fourthwingfan · 21 days

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Madness - Chapter 20

Hi, my dearest readers! I'm alive. The wedding was fantastic, but I'm soo tired. I barely slept the last few days. We decorated for 13 hours on Friday. Then the wedding on Saturday and we packed up everything on Sunday. And for some reason I thought that I didn't need to take a day off on Monday, I'll be fine. Well, I thought wrong. But thank you for your patience! ❤️ Here comes the new chapter. Enjoy! :)

Accusing a wingleader of wrongdoing is the most dangerous of all accusations. If you’re right, then we’ve failed as a quadrant to select the best wingleaders. If you’re wrong, you’re dead.

—My Time as a Cadet: A Memoir by General Augustine Melgren

„Jackson Marlowe.” Captain Fitzgibbons finishes reading the death roll and closes the scroll as we stand in formation the next morning, our breath creating clouds in the chilled air. “We commend their souls to Malek.”

There’s no room for sorrow in my heart for six of the eight names, not when I’m shifting my weight to soothe the ache of black-and-blue along my ribs and ignoring the way other riders stare at my face.

I went to Nolon this morning, and he mended my nose, but I wanted to keep my bruises. One of those who attacked Violet is alive. I want them to know I will not forgive. Never.

If Xaden won’t do anything about it, then I will. I’m a Melgren after all, I’m allowed to be a little crazy.

The two others on today’s list are third-years from Second Wing, killed on a training operation near the Braevick border, according to breakfast gossip, and I can’t help but wonder if that’s where Xaden had been before coming to our rescue last night.

“I can’t believe they tried to kill you while you were sleeping.” Liam’s still seething, at breakfast we told our table what happened.

“Even worse, I think I’m getting used to it. Either I have kick-ass compartmentalization skills or I really am acclimating to always being a target.” Violet says.

Captain Fitzgibbons makes some minor announcements, and I tune him out as someone strides our way, cutting through the space between the Flame and Tail Sections of our wing.

Just like it always does, my stupid, hormone-driven heart stutters at the first sight of Xaden. Even the most effective poisons come in pretty packages, and Xaden’s exactly that—as beautiful as he is lethal. He looks deceptively calm as he approaches, but I can feel his tension as if it’s my own, like a panther prowling toward his prey. The wind ruffles his hair, and I sigh at the completely unfair advantage he has over every man in this courtyard. He doesn’t even have to try to look sexy…he just is.

Oh shit. This feeling right here—the way my breath catches and my entire body draws tight when he’s near—is why I haven’t taken anyone to bed or celebrated like the rest of my perfectly normal friends. This feeling is why I haven’t wanted anyone…else.

Because I want him.

There aren’t enough curse words in the world for this.

He stops next to us and he looks toward Liam then nods in Violet’s direction.

Oh shit. Violet will be sooo angry when she realizes…

„I do not need a bodyguard!” she snaps at Xaden.

He ignores her, still looking at Liam.

“Switch places with me.” Liam whispers to me.

I look at him questioningly but he doesn’t say another word.

“Fine.” I sigh and now he stands behind Violet.

„I. Do. Not. Need. A. Bodyguard!” she repeats, a little louder this time.

One of the first-years behind me gasps, mortified by her audacity, no doubt.

Imogen snorts. “Good luck with that approach.”

Xaden stands directly in front of Violet, leaning into her space. “You do, though, as we both learned last night. And I can’t be everywhere you are. But Liam here”—he points back to the blond Tyr—“he’s a first-year, so he can be in every class, at every challenge, and I even had him assigned to library duty, so I hope you get used to him, Sorrengail.”

“And what about Aelin?” She asks with a raised eyebrow. “She was with me too.”

“I don’t care about her.” Xaden replies without hesitation.

Ouch. It hurts.

Liam quickly grabs my hand and squeezes it before letting it go.

“And I don’t know if she will protect you at all costs.” Xaden continues.

“Now, that’s just a fucking excuse.” I mutter.

I will protect Violet. She’s one of the most important person in my life. And he knows it too. He’s not stupid.

“You’re overstepping.” Violet hisses at him.

“You haven’t begun to see overstepping,” he warns, his voice dropping low. “Any threat against you is a threat against me, and as we’ve already established, I have more important things to do than sleep on your floor.”

Heat flushes up her neck and stains her cheeks. “He is not sleeping in my room.”

Oh, Vi. I knew it that you like Liam.

“Of course not.” He freaking smirks. “I had him moved into the one next to yours. Wouldn’t want to overstep.” He turns on his heel and walks away, headed back to his place at the front of our formation.

“Fucking mated dragons,” Dain seethes, keeping his eyes forward.

“What? Did you move? When?” I ask Liam in shock.

“This morning. And I won’t be far. Just on the other side of Violet.” He smiles at me with a boyish grin and I can’t help it, I smile back.

“Fiinee. But I warn you, do not replace me with her.” I mock glare at him.

“How could I do it, Snappy? You’re my best friend.” He winks at me.

“Snappy? You didn’t call me that since… I don’t know.” I try to remember when was the last time.

“I call you that because you’re talking nonsense. Now pay attention.”

Fitzgibbons finishes his announcements and steps to the back of the dais, which would usually signal the end of formation, but Commandant Panchek takes the podium. He makes it a habit to avoid morning formation, which means something is up.

“What’s going on with Panchek?” Rhiannon asks at Violet’s side.

“Not sure.” I shrug.

“It has to be something big if he’s fumbling with a Codex up there,” Rhiannon says.

“Quiet,” Dain orders, glancing back over his shoulder at us for the first time this morning. He does a double-take, his eyes flaring wide as he catches sight of Violet’s neck. “Vi?”

„I’m fine,” she assures him, but he’s still staring at her throat, locked in shock. “Squad Leader Aetos, people are staring.” We hold way more than our share of the attention as Commandant Panchek begins to speak at the podium, telling us that there’s another matter to handle this morning, but Dain won’t look away. “Dain!”

He blinks, jerking his gaze to hers. “Is that what Riorson meant by last night?”

She nods.

“I didn’t know. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m fine,” she repeats, nodding toward the dais. “Later.”

He turns, but the motion is reluctant.

“It has been brought to my attention as your commandant that a breach of the Codex has occurred,” Panchek calls out over the courtyard.

“As you know, breaches of our most sacred laws are not to be tolerated,” Panchek continues. “This matter will be addressed here and now. Will the accuser please step forward.”

“Someone’s in trouble,” Rhiannon whispers. “Think Ridoc finally got caught in Tyvon Varen’s bed?”

“That’s hardly against the Codex,” Ridoc murmurs from behind us.

“He’s the executive officer for Second Wing.” I send a pointed look over my shoulder.

“And?” Ridoc shrugs, grinning without a touch of remorse. “Fraternizing with command is frowned upon, not unlawful.”

I sigh, facing forward. “I miss sex.” I really do, and it’s not just the physical gratification, either. There’s a sense of connection in those moments that I crave, a momentary banishment of loneliness.

The first is something I’m sure Xaden would be more than capable of providing, if he ever thought of me that way, but the second? He’s the last person I should be craving, but lust and logic never seem to go hand in hand.

“If you’re looking for a little fun, I’m happy to oblige—” Ridoc starts, shoving his floppy brown hair off his forehead with a wink.

“I miss good sex,” I counter, smothering a smile as someone walks from the front of formation toward the dais, indistinguishable through the rows of the squads ahead of us. “Besides, apparently you’re spoken for.” Have to admit, it feels good to tease a friend about something so trivial. It’s a tiny slice of normalcy in an otherwise macabre environment.

“We’re not exclusive,” Ridoc counters. “It’s like Rhiannon and what’s-her-name…”

“Tara,” Rhiannon offers.

“Will you all shut the hell up?” Dain barks in his superior-officer voice.

Our mouths snap shut, and I roll my eyes.

Mine drops open again when I realize it’s Xaden climbing the steps to the dais. “This is about you,” I whisper to Vi.

Dain glances back at me, confusion furrowing his brow before whipping his attention toward the dais, where Xaden now stands at the podium, somehow managing to fill the entire stage with his presence.

From what I remember reading, his father had that same magnetism, the ability to hold and capture a crowd with nothing but his words…words that led to Brennan’s death.

“Early this morning,” he begins, his deep voice carrying over the formation, “a rider in my wing was brutally, illegally attacked in her sleep with the intent of murder by a group primarily composed of unbondeds. When another rider rushed to her aid after hearing the commotion, she were attacked too.”

A collection of murmurs and gasps fills the air, and Dain’s shoulders stiffen.

“As we all know, the first act is a violation of Article Three, Section Two of the Dragon Rider’s Codex and, in addition to being dishonorable, is a capital offense.”

I feel the weight of a dozen glances, but it’s Xaden’s I feel most of all.

His hands clench the sides of the podium. “Having been alerted by my dragon, I interrupted the attack along with two other Fourth Wing riders.” He dips his chin toward our wing, and two riders—Garrick and Bodhi—break formation, then climb the steps to stand behind Xaden, their hands at their sides. “As it was a matter of life and death, I personally executed six of the would-be murderers, as witnessed by Flame Section Leader Garrick Tavis and Tail Section Executive Officer Bodhi Durran.”

“Both Tyrs. How convenient,” Nadine, one of the new additions to the squad, says from the row behind Ridoc.

I look back over my shoulder and pin her with a glare.

Liam keeps his eyes forward.

“But the attack was orchestrated by a rider who fled before I arrived,” Xaden continues, his voice rising. “A rider who had access to the map of where all first-years are assigned to sleep, and that rider must be brought to swift justice.

Shit. This is about to get ugly.

“I call you to answer for your crime against Cadet Sorrengail, and indirectly against Cadet Melgren.” Xaden’s focus shifts to the center of the formation. “Wingleader Amber Mavis.”

The quadrant draws a collective breath before an uproar rips through the crowd.

“What the hell?” Dain bites out.

Every rider in the courtyard’s attention pivots between Xaden, Amber, me…and Violet.

I squeeze her shoulder. She hates the attention.

“She’s a Tyr, too, Nadine,” Ridoc says over his shoulder. “Or are you only biased against marked ones?”

Amber’s family stayed loyal to Navarre, so she wasn’t forced to watch her parents executed and wasn’t marked by a rebellion relic.

“Amber would never.” Dain shakes his head. “A wingleader would never.” He turns completely to face us. “Get up there and tell everyone that he’s lying, Vi.”

“But he’s not,” I say as gently as I can. I know he cares about her.

“It’s impossible.” His cheeks flush a mottled shade of red.

“I was there, Dain.” Violet confirms it.

„Wingleaders are beyond reproach—”

“Then why are you so quick to call our own wingleader a liar?” My brows rise in challenge, daring him to say what he’s so careful to keep quiet.

Behind him, Amber steps forward, separating herself from the formation. “I have committed no such crime!”

“See?” Dain swings his arm, pointing toward the redhead. “Put a stop to this right now, Violet.”

“She was with them in my room,” she says simply. Shouting won’t convince him. Nothing will.

„That’s impossible.” He lifts his hands, as though ready to cup her face. “Let me see.”

I quickly grab Violet’ shoulder and pull her back toward me, farther away from Dain.

After the Jeremiah incident she told me about Dain’s signet, that he can read memories.

I can’t let him see the memory of Amber’s participation, it will also show him that Violet stopped time.

I can’t let that happen!

“Give me the memory,” he orders.

“Touch me without permission, and you’ll spend the rest of your life regretting it.” She glares at him.

Maybe Violence is a fitting nickname, after all.

Surprise ripples over his features.

“Wingleaders.” Xaden projects his voice over the chaos. “We need a quorum.”

Both Nyra and Septon Izar—the wingleaders for First and Second Wing—climb the stairs to the dais, passing by Amber as she stands utterly exposed in the courtyard.

A familiar chaos fills the air, and we all look toward the ridgeline as seven dragons curve along the mountain, flying straight for us.

In a matter of seconds, they reach the citadel and hover over the courtyard walls. Wind from the strong beats of their wings blasts through the courtyard.

Then, one by one, they land on their perch, Tairn at the center of the grouping, Aon is next to him.

Every line of his frame exudes menace as his talons crush the masonry under his grip, and his narrowed, angry eyes focus on Amber.

Sgaeyl is perched to Tairn’s right, taking her position behind Xaden. She’s just as terrifying as she was that first day, but I still find her beautiful. Nyra’s Red Scorpiontail looms behind her as well, and Septon’s Brown Daggertail mirrors the stance to the left. On the ends, puffing blasts of steam, are Commandant Panchek’s Green Clubtail and Amber’s Orange Daggertail is next to Aon.

“Shit’s about to get real,” Sawyer says, breaking formation to stand at Violet’s side, and I feel Ridoc at my back as he steps closer.

“You can stop this all right now, Violet. You have to,” Dain implores. “I don’t know what you saw last night, but it wasn’t Amber. She cares too much about the rules to break them.”

“You’re using this to get your revenge on my family!” Amber shouts at Xaden. “For not supporting your father’s rebellion!”

That’s a low fucking blow.

Xaden doesn’t even acknowledge it as he turns to the other wingleaders.

He isn’t demanding proof like Dain. He believes her, and he’s ready to execute a wingleader on nothing more than her word. As surely as if they’re a physical structure, I feel my defenses crack on Xaden’s behalf.

Tairn chuffs and every dragon besides Sgaeyl stiffens on the wall, even Amber’s. The riders are quick to follow, silence filling the courtyard.

I know what they see.

Aon showes me what happened last night, in Violet’s point of view.

Amber, the fight before I arrived, and then I see… myself. It’s really strange. I can see myself but in someone else point of view. I was pretty…terrifying. Blood all over my face, my cold gaze.

„That’s why I chose you, little one. You’re ruthless, and you protect those who are weaker than you.”

„Thanks, you know how to compliment someone.” I laugh. Yep, he’s definitely a big softie.

“That spineless wretch,” Rhiannon seethes in front of me.

Dain pales.

“Believe me now?” Vi hurles it like the accusation it is. “You’re supposed to be my oldest friend, Dain. One of my best friends. There’s a reason I didn’t tell you.”

He staggers backward.

“The wingleaders have formed a quorum and are in unanimous agreement,” Xaden announces, flanked by Nyra and Septon while the commandant hangs back. “We find you guilty, Amber Mavis.”

“No!” she shouts. “It is no crime to rid the quadrant of the weakest rider! I did it to protect the integrity of the wings!” She paces in panic, looking to everyone—anyone for help.

As a whole, the formation moves backward.

“And as is our law, your sentence will be carried out by fire,” Nyra states.

“No!” Amber looks to her dragon. “Claidh!”

Amber’s Orange Daggertail snarls at the other dragons and lifts a claw.

Aon swivels his massive head toward Claidh, his roar shaking the ground beneath my feet. Then he snaps his teeth at the smaller orange, and she retreats, her head hanging as she grips the wall again.

“Please don’t,” I hear Violet as she begs.

I can feel the sadness inside me. She’s too merciful.

She turns to Xaden and begs again, her voice breaking by the end. “Please give her a chance.”

He holds her gaze but doesn’t so much as show a flicker of emotion.

Justice is not always merciful.

„Claidh,” Amber whimpers, the courtyard so unbelievably silent that the sound carries.

The formation splits at the center.

Tairn leans low, extending his head and neck past the dais toward where Amber stands. Then his teeth part, he curls his tongue, and he incinerates her with a blast of fire so hot, I can feel it from here. It’s over in a heartbeat.

A gruesome scream rends the air, shattering a window in the academic wing, and every rider slams their hands over their ears as Claidh mourns.

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talktonana · 2 years

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dirty dancing. (part 1)

pairing: idol!jaemin x soloist!fem!reader

genre: suggestive *cough cough* maybe nearing smut, idol!au, strangers/colleagues to lovers, fluff (if you look reallllll closely), is this slow burn?

warnings: suggestive (obv), lots of grinding, sexy dancing, lots of close calls, boners, profanity, masturbation (m and f), sexualisation of idols, the kpop industry in general, lee soo man

parts: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

a/n: this is just an excuse for admin to use youha's new song in a jaemin fic

pls be nice this is my first fic!

taglist: @elegantren @gweenchip @onceuponateenagetrash @jaeymark @matchahyuck @ningnuts @pradagukkie @nonorelic @iwouldbangchan @wownajaemin @cr1stinx @renjunsfavaries @carelessshootanonymous @episkeyjeno @cvfechan @sunariin @belysusonrisa

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"A sexy concept?" you question, looking over at Yoona, your beloved creative director who's trying to boost your popularity in the kpop scene.

"Yeah! That is- if you're comfortable with it of course, I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with," she replies, resting her IPad on the table in front of you, giving you a small smile of comfort, something that she always gives you when she sees you getting nervous.

You look down at the concept board presented on the bright screen, greeted with splashes of black and red— colours that are synonymous with most sexy concepts nowadays. Your eyes glaze over the mood boards of roses, bathtubs, a suspicious looking messed up bed that looks like someone already had fun in it. You weren't particularly uncomfortable with the concept. It's just that you were already quite known for your more 'summer-fun-girl' concepts filled with love songs, your fans loved it, but you knew it wasn't enough to leave a mark on music shows or awards.

"What if the fans don't like it?"

Yoona snickers at you, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Nah don't worry about that. They're gonna love you no matter what you do, especially your fan boys." You roll your eyes at her comment. You weren't gonna lie, you loved the attention from your fans. It could be because you had a praising kink (not that anything your fans said turned you on or anything), you just loved the praise, the compliments, the attention, the spotlight. Sure it's tiring but hey if you get money while looking hot then why not?

"And you said I'd have a dance partner?" you ask, looking up from the slightly warm tablet.

"Yes! We were thinking maybe another idol, not a dancer," she says, earning a surprised look from you.

"Huh? But why? I'm sure to get loads of hate from whoever this idol's fans."

"You need the publicity, we're thinking maybe someone from NCT, since they're getting really popular nowadays. And I'm too lazy to send a letter to another company for any other groups." She says, brushing off the statement you made earlier. "Come on! It'll be fun! I promise!" Yoona says, sitting next to you in an empty chair and starts clinging onto your arm, making a face that even the toughest of men would melt for.

"Come on! Please please please please please please-!"

"Alright! Alright! But I'm not dancing with Jisung! He's too young for these things," you say, remembering how shy the youngest was.

"Of course of course!" Yoona exclaims, letting out a high pitched giggle as she grabs her stuff on the table. "I'll treat you at the cafe later?"

You laughed at how excited she was. "Buy me cake, please."

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You groan as you reach over to your bedside table, struggling to turn off the alarm that had been blaring in your ears for 5 minutes. The alarm just had to go off as you were eating sundubu-jjigae (in your dream).

You sat up groggily, rubbing your eyes a bit too hard startling you awake. The time on your phone read 5:47 am. You had to be at the building at 9 for the comeback meeting so maybe a few more minutes of shut eye wouldn't hurt...

"BRRRRR BRRRRR!"

You jump from your sleep, heart palpitating in your chest as you scramble for your phone on the floor (how did it get on the floor??).

"Hello?" you say in a panicky voice.

"GOOD MORNING Y/N! ARE YOU ALMOST HERE YET?" Yoona's voice blasted in your ear, causing you to hold your phone a few inches away before eyeing at the time on the top left of the screen.

8:45 am.

Oh shit-

"Um- um I'm uhh on my way! I just stopped by Starbucks to get some coffee!" you giggled, getting up and running towards your closet to pull out anything that matched with each other. "Ya know... to kill my sleepiness... AS USUAL!"

"Thank GOD! For a moment there I thought you slept in!"

"Oh! No no... I would never!"

Yeah, totally.

"Well you better be on time, I've got the song demo ready and found you your partner so he's going to be there too! Oop- hold up my boss is calling, catch you there!" Yoona says, followed by the beeping sounds of a call ending.

You run over to the bathroom, almost slipping over as you grabbed your toothbrush. As you rushed to get ready, you couldn't help but think: who was your partner going to be? Since this comeback would be more performance focused, you thought maybe they would get one of NCT's dancers. Ten, Taeyong and Shotaro instantly came to mind, since they were heavily promoted as the best dancers in NCT (including Jisung of course, but he's too baby for this).

Maybe they would get Taeyong? He's easily one of the most popular members in NCT. Maybe Ten? You could get some recognition from two other countries too if it were him. Maybe Shotaro? He's one of their rising stars and they might want to promote him more. You secretly hoped it was Ten, since you've done a few dances together when you both were trainees and had amazing chemistry.

When you arrived at SM Entertainment's building (standing there in all its glory), you were already sweating at your pits. It didn't help that you forgot to wear socks and just slipped on your sneakers, which are sure to bruise the back of your feet once you get to the meeting room.

You burst through the door as soon as the time on your watch hits 9:10 am, your creative director looking up from her IPad.

"Ah good! You're both here!" she says, sending you a warm smile as she sets down the tablet. "And you're both late!"

Wait, both?

You look behind you before almost crashing into the face of the person behind you.

"Whoa-" the person says, backing off a little.

"Jaemin?" you say, stepping back as you place your hand on your chest to calm your frantic heart. You looked at the tall young man from top to bottom. "What are you doing here?"

"He's your partner, silly!" Yoona says before Jaemin could answer, pulling you in and pushing you to sit down on a chair saved for you, Jaemin quickly joined and sat on the other side. You noticed your producer, Jaeyeon, sitting at the very end of the table, scrolling through his phone as his feet bounced (which is a telltale sign that he was getting impatient).

"Sorry for being late..." you muttered, a burning sensation creeping up your cheeks as you placed your bag under the table between your legs, hearing the same words being muttered by Jaemin. You looked over at him, eyes glazing over his features. You weren't gonna lie, he's the visual of NCT Dream for a reason, and you knew he was a good dancer, at least, from the SMTOWN concerts you all had last year.

"So, y/n, I'm sure you know Jaemin. He's going to be your dance partner for the comeback," Yoona says, standing in front of the table you all were sat at. "I wanted to get Taeyong or Ten but they both have schedules with 127 and WayV, and you made it very clear that you didn't want Jisung so we asked the other Dream members and Jaemin volunteered!"

You looked over at Jaemin who gave you a warm smile back which stirred something in your guts but you chose to ignore it (must be because you haven't had breakfast yet).

"So if you both are okay with the concept idea so far, I'll play the demo now?" Yoona continues, sitting down at a chair near the big display tv that they mostly use to do presentations. She presses the remote on her hand and you listen.

(stan mommy youha <3)

You quickly realised how different this song was compared to your previous comebacks. It was... sensual. Very sensual, but it sounds so sad, heartbreaking almost. Like it was meant to make you feel desperate. Your brows furrowed as you listened to the lyrics.

Promise me our love flame will never go out

Promise me our love will last forever, babe

'Toxic love?' you thought. You were expecting something more on the blatant sexy side, seducing maybe, narcissistic. But this was equally as interesting. Desperate love, toxic love, wanting the other person to not leave you and stay with you forever.

It felt intoxicating and you loved it.

"So, any thoughts?" you looked up from your hands, eyes meeting with Yoona.

"I love it, though I'm still worried that the fans won't be too familiar with this kind of sound coming from me," you stated, feeling a little nervous at the thought of fans disliking the song.

"I think it suits you," the male opposite you says in a calm tone, grinning a little.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask out of curiosity. Was it the lyrics?

"Oh- no no! I mean like, I think your voice would suit the song a lot," Jaemin corrects himself, a faint blush appearing on his cheeks as he uses his hands to explain, which made you giggle a little.

"Well if you both like the song we can proceed with it, if not I'll try to find something less... depressing I guess?" Yoona says, looking up as she thinks.

"Oh no! I love it, and I kind of wanna try something different than my usual, you know, 'I love you, lets go and run off into the sunset and live happily ever after' vibe," you say, trying to reassure Yoona who was already pouting, earning a slight chuckle from Jaemin.

"You sure, y/n?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Besides, everyone enjoys a sad song every once in a while. What harm would be done?"

"You're gonna go viral with this song, y/n," Jaemin says, throwing his thoughts on the table. "Half of it because of me of course- I'M KIDDING," he quickly says as he notices you giving him the stank eye. He grins back, winking at you.

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Two hours went by and you were still discussing the concept with Yoona and Jaemin. You could already feel your stomach begging to be filled with a sandwich, plus your feet were killing you due to forgetting to wear socks. You were praying that Yoona would wrap this up quick because at this point you were ready to take a bite out of her stupid IPad.

"I think that's enough to discuss today, I have to head off to another meeting," you hear the woman say, watching her starting to clean up her stuff. "Any last words maybe?"

"I'm good," you say, giving Jaemin a look that you hoped he understood.

Jaemin looked at you, almost bursting out laughing. "Yeah I'm good too, plus I could use some lunch."

You gave Jaemin a smile that said "thank you, you're a life saver!" before getting up and leaving the now-stuffy-room as soon as Yoona dismissed everyone.

As you speed-walked through the hallway, you were eager to get to SM's cafe before lunch hour started (because holy it can get crowded there). You had the menu in your mind, memorized from start to finish, and boy did that Bibimbap illustration on the far left of the menu look amazing. You pressed the elevator button as soon as you arrived, feeling the back of your heels hurting already (why did you have to be sock-less and hungry?). You didn't know if you pulled a face, but you assumed you did when Jaemin came up to you, eyebrows slightly knotted on that beautiful forehead of his.

"You're in a hurry," he says, finally catching up to you while he puts a baseball cap on, pulling his hair back as he does. "Let me guess, you woke up late, couldn't eat breakfast, ran over here and..." he paused for a moment, almost dramatically even. "... you forgot your socks?"

He shot him a confused look. "How did you know?" you ask, feeling slightly embarrassed that your new colleague saw you in such a state.

Way to make a first impression, y/n.

"Just a hunch... oh and I can see that you have no socks on, you're gonna get blisters."

"Yeah, no shit, probably bleeding as you're rambling about me being sock-less," you say sarcastically, giving him an almost pitiful smile. "And I'm hungry, thank Lee Soo-man the song sounded good, I might have gotten a headache if it didn't," you continued, earning a chuckle from the male at your use of the CEO's name. He follows you into the elevator (surprisingly and conveniently empty) before looking over at you, biting his bottom lip slightly.

"Wanna have lunch together?" he says, almost nonchalantly.

"You're not eating with your members?" you ask, looking up at him. Usually the dreamies sat at one table at the very back of the cafe away from windows, maybe they liked the privacy.

"Mark and Donghyuck have full schedules today and the rest of the dreamies are sleeping in at home. Plus, we're gonna be working together a lot, we should at least get to know each other, no?"

He wasn't wrong. If you both just started practicing the choreography together without him even knowing your age it would get awkward real quick. Especially since you both would be grinding on each other and touching each other a lot.

"Yeah, you're right. How old are you again?" you say, turning to face him. You can see in the corner of your eye the red numbers on the elevator screen going down: 7,...6,...5,...

"23."

"Oh- not that far away from me then," you say, him tilting his head in response. You smile before you continue "I'm 23 too."

"No way, I thought you were way older than me," he snarks before laughing at your unamused expression. "I'm kidding, of course."

To say that Jaemin hadn't entertained you that afternoon during lunch would be a lie. You couldn't stop laughing at his complaints about being roommates with Jisung, waiting for Jeno to arrive to practice every time they had schedules, Mark forgetting the choreography and begging for them to teach him multiple times. It kind of made you jealous, since you were a soloist, you didn't really have to worry about other people messing up. Your backup dancers were really good, they didn't have any problems catching up to the choreography. You didn't have to wait for anyone to start practicing. You didn't have to share your dorm with anyone. Occasionally you would run into Ningning and Karina but only small talk was ever exchanged between you and them.

Well now you had one person to wait for during practice.

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A huff left your lips when you almost pushed Jaemin down during the chorus for the 5th time. You stared at yourself in the mirror before feeling the frustration take over you.

"Hey, let's take a break, y/n. We've been going at this for over an hour now," your partner says, sitting next to you while handing over a plastic water bottle, stretching out his legs so the bottom of his soles met the mirror you were facing. Defeated, you accepted the bottle and sat next to him.

"I'm trying my hardest, I swear," you sighed, almost choking on your words.

"You're not used to such sensual dances, huh?" Jaemin asks, turning to face you, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. You nodded, giving a small smile back at him.

"You'll get there, even Jisung had a hard time being confident when we practiced for our more suggestive songs," he continues, taking a sip from the bottle and you watched as his adams apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

"How did you do it?" you ask, pouting a little remembering how awkward you looked during the dance when he was grinding behind you while you looked like a squirming worm.

"Hm?"

"How do you become... sexy?"

"I was just born sexy," he says, earning a slap on the arm from you and him mouthing 'ow' back. He chuckled before continuing "I guess it's all about confidence. You know, you just gotta feel- no, wait, you have to know that you are, in fact, very sexy."

"Okay... but what if I don't think I'm sexy?"

"But you are," he says bluntly.

"Well I don't feel like I am," you say back, hugging your legs and pouting, which you didn't notice but he found adorable.

Jaemin admitted to himself a few weeks ago that he might've had the slightest, tiniest crush on you. Both of you had grown closer since the first meeting and had been out to lunch together almost everyday. Haechan teases him everyday for not eating with the Dreamies anymore but he always butted back that it was so that you wouldn't have to eat alone.

He's grown incredibly fond of your late night rants when you both come home late from practices. He loves it when you get frustrated while practicing (he finds it cute), and he couldn't deny he might've even gotten hard while practicing with you, despite the fact that you stated that you weren't sexy. He found you incredibly sexy. He didn't know if it was hormones or if you were just that attractive but he couldn't help himself imagining pinning you against the practice room's mirror walls and having his way with you.

Jaemin looked at you in the mirror before saying "You know sometimes when I can't feel sexy I just strip down and practice in just pants or boxers."

You gawk at him. "What-? How does that help?"

"Hey I have abs, my fans love my abs. I gotta appreciate them every once in a while."

"So you're suggesting I should strip down to my underwear?" You chuckled at the idea, although it was tempting if that's what it takes to make you feel sexy.

Jaemin stuttered, a visible red hue tainting his cheeks. "I mean- if you're comfortable of course, like when you're practicing on your own and stuff. Not that I'm encouraging you or anything- I mean-"

"I get it, Nana," you chuckled at his behaviour. "I'll think about it though."

Jaemin looked down as he felt blood rushing down to his middle at the thought of you practicing the dance with you stripped down. Oh it would be one of his wildest dreams! Having to hold you from behind during the chorus's grinding move, so close to him, he would've combusted right then and there.

"I'm gonna need the toilet, be back in a minute," he says, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

A series of curses leave his mouth as he runs off towards the nearest toilet which fortunately wasn't very far. With sweaty hands he locked himself in a stall, leaning against the cold plastic divider separating him from the other stalls. He looked down, seeing the tent in his grey sweatpants already growing, begging to be released.

'Why did you have to be so hot?'

He fiddled with the drawstrings of his pants, thinking if it was morally okay to be thinking of you like this. You two were just colleagues, that's all. Nothing more. He couldn't ask for more anyway, he's a public figure. He has fans. And most importantly, he thought you'd probably be uncomfortable and would hate him if you ever found out.

If.

He swallows the saliva building in his mouth, taking the deepest breath of his life before pulling the band down, pulling his throbbing length out. It was already erect, pulsing slightly when he remembers how ravishing you looked when you were sitting in front of him, lolling your head back to the music during practice just now. How he could've just swung in front of you and pushed into your mouth.

He bit his bottom lip, already stroking himself as the memory of you on top of him during the high note of the song. Your voice sounded so mesmerising during that part, he almost came because of it. A whiny, desperate high note. He could only imagine what it would sound like if it was his name instead.

His fingers delicately fluttered to his tip, digging his thumb gently into his slit making him shiver, imagining it was you doing it. Your obviously more gorgeous hands exploring every inch of him. You were so close and yet he couldn't have you the way he wanted to, and that only frustrated him even more.

Faster and faster his hand goes until he finally releases into the toilet in front of him, letting out a low moan and holding onto the wall of the stall with his free hand while the other pumped him clean. He could feel his face heating up as he imagined you were clenching around him, taking every bit of him into you. He was down bad and he knew it.

How wrong it was, yet how good it felt.

#Spotify #talktonana #ttn: dirty dancing #jaemin #nct dream #nct imagines #jaemin fics #jaemin smut #jaemin x reader #nct scenarios #nct #jaemin fluff #jaemin drabbles #nct drabbles #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct dream x reader #nct dream smut #nct x reader

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somewhere-to-be · 1 year

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Insatiable - Rhys Montrose x Reader

You're a journalist covering Simon Soo's gallery opening when you meet Rhys Montrose and get a bigger story than you bargained for.

Joe Goldberg is replaced with a reader insert - I'm sorry Joe, I wanted to write Rhys working with a more willing companion. Reader also has questionable ethics because finding out the killer's identity will not be a turnoff or a red flag (later - this is just part 1).

Covering a gallery opening by the rich, for the rich was not a part of your career checklist. But Kate Galvin's galleries were too 'important' to London's snobby elite circle that it just had to be covered. Since the paper's resident art critic was out of town, someone had to attend it. That someone just happened to be you just because you had made the mistake of debating with him about how critics didn't know shit because when impressionism started as a movement, the artists were criticized as being too lazy to complete their paintings. Somehow, he thought it made you qualified enough to cover anything important in his absence. So, here you were, attending this party and seeing art that you actually didn't care enough about so you could make sure it appeared in prominently in the Culture section, letting all the plebians know what they were missing out on. In other words, a snoozefest.

You tried not to feel underdressed in your version of a black-tie attire but it was hard when you knew everyone here had outfits that probably cost more than what you would make in a year. At least there was an open bar and hey - free champagne! You picked up the flute of bubbly wine in front of you, downed it in a go, and picked up another glass. Yet another thing that was probably more expensive than anything you'll ever own.

The paintings themselves were fine but Simon Soo came across as too much of a try hard. You had even got in touch with Kate to ask if he'd want to do an interview - you were going to try to make it a good piece even if you didn't care about it - but he'd declined. Kate had been apologetic enough, she was a professional. She took down your email to send you the pictures of the art to accompany what you were writing, but even she knew it wasn't a big deal if Simon turned down interviews. He got enough publicity anyway and all of his art was going to be sold. After getting done with your 'job' quickly, jotting down a few notes in your phone of the cat paintings hanging on the walls, you looked around at who was in attendance.

You saw the usual celebrities in the crowd - Lady Phoebe with his boyfriend - the American who had opened up the knockofof SoHo House the Entertainment & Celebrity Gossip section spent way too much time talking about. But you spotted another familiar face that you hadn't expected to see here - London's favorite boy, Rhys Montrose.

You'd read his memoir, of course. Everyone had. He was too good of a writer. You'd then also listened to the audiobook with his narration and the way he told his story had mesmerized you. If he decided not to run for mayor like everyone wanted him to and never wanted to write another word again, he would make a killing as a voice actor. But you would still judge him for the name of his book. Good Man in a Cruel World. Come on. Self-important much?

"You're - " "Yes, I am." he said. He greeted you with a smile. "Enjoying the exhibit?"

Two seconds into a conversation with him where you had said one word and you knew why everyone liked him so much. It wasn't just how hot he was - and he did look better in person - but he just had an effortless charm in the way he carried himself. The way he made you think he did actually want to talk to you even though you were sure he must have been tired of meeting his fans at this point.

But when would you get this chance again? You introduced yourself and mentioned you were covering the show.

"Just a stupid fluff piece. As if the internet doesn't have enough cats, real or painted, and for free, without paying the millions for the privilege of a name attached," you finished talking and then immediately regretted everything you had just said. It wasn't a great look to talk shit about the event you were supposed to cover while you were there. Maybe you shouldn't have had that third glass of champagne. You tried to save it with an awkward laugh. "All off the record, of course."

Surprisingly enough, he chuckled. He leaned in and whispered with a conspiratorial smile, "Off the record, I agree with you. But you'll keep my name out of it, won't you? I'm just here as a friend."

"Of course," you said. People would be more interested in reading about what Lady Phoebe had worn anyway. You were relieved that your little slip-up hadn't gone wrong. If anything, he seemed to like you more because of it. Finishing the rest of the drink and very knowingly making the choice to say it that had nothing to do with the buzz you felt from being near him and not just the alcohol, you added,"Besides, you haven't done anything I'd want to write about."

"Is that a challenge?" he said, his eyes twinkling. "Nothing at all?"

You were extremely aware of his complete attention - on you, on the conversation. But you weren't sure if you were imagining it or if he really was flirting with you or if he was just indulging you. You decided to go with option one and play along.

"It's been what? Months? Almost a year? Since you published your book? You've received enough praise for it already. You can't expect it to last forever. What did The Times call your book again? Unflinching, gut-wrenching, and painful?"

"It was unflinching, painful, and humorous, actually," he said, tucking his hands into his pockets.

You smiled at him. It wasn't fair that he got to be handsome, smart, funny, and be not able to take things seriously.

"Well, there you go. You don't need any compliments from me then, do you?"

The way he looked at you, just you, it made you feel like you were the only person in the room there with him. You hated how much it made your heart speed up. You hated how well this worked.

He leaned in to add in a low voice, "I have a terribly insatiable appetite for praise."

Before you could figure out how to react to that, you spotted Gemma coming your way with the Nigerian princess in tow, presumably to talk to Rhys. "Time for me to go," you said, looking over in their direction.

Rhys followed your gaze. His smile didn't go away but it didn't reach his eyes anymore either. He didn't like them but he didn't want them to know it. "Sure you can't stay?"

"I'm sure you can fend for yourself. Unless you wanted to tell me you're running for mayor."

"Ah, I'd love to but I can't."

"You can't blame me for trying. Here's my card," you said, tucking it into the pocket of his suit. "I'd love to hear from you when you do want to tell me that. Or anything."

You slipped away quickly before you could see how that went over. You had flirted with Rhys Montrose and gave him your card. It was entirely unprofessional and it was the most exciting thing you'd ever done.

All that was left to do was eat more bite-sized appetizers until you didn't need dinner and then go back and type up the article.

Until there was a commotion. A girl - couldn't be older than early 20s - in a fur-lined jacket. She splashed red paint. And ran away as security chased after her. There was silence - a general wave of shock - followed by a few murmurs. Was this real? Was this a part of 'the act'? until Simon strode forward and picked up the paint and splashed it on the painting again.

People clapped - they were all too willing to believe this had been an orchestrated performance communicating a message. You knew Soo wasn't that deep. Across the room, you locked eyes with Rhys, who wasn't clapping along.

The crowd dispersed and you hung around, trying to see if you could find Kate for a quote on this surprising new development. There was no point even trying to get to Simon. But she seemed to have disappeared and so did the girl after having been dragged away by security in what definitely did not look like a performance.

Very curious indeed. You couldn't see Rhys either, it was disappointing that he'd left. Not that you thought anything might happen between you, it was ridiculous to think that, right? He hadn't struck you as a flirt from his memoir but there was no way there was anything more there. It was just him having a cheeky little chat. But still, who whispered things like I have a terribly insatiable appetite for praise with that look on his face and not mean something by it?

You were jolted out of your thoughts of Rhys by someone's scream. Was there more to this performance that you'd have to add to your article? As you made your way towards the direction with the others, you saw security hurry past. The doors to the exit were blocked off and soon, you discovered that there was another headline that would be about Simon Soo that would now be on the front page - the one about his murder.

#rhys montrose #rhys montrose x reader #you netflix #sorry there's no goldrose #and no joe goldberg #but i wanted to write this for myself #will post to ao3 later sometime #my writing

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maria-eve-falcon · 1 year

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I think she understood his anxieties, you can hear in her songs over the years and I think just from what we know of her as a person... I think she got tired of waiting for him to do something and decide what he wanted in his life... And you can say that him not deciding has to do with his anxieties, but I think she understood him and just waited as long as she could...

sorry I didn't answer early.. I had this answer in my mind but I was(am) to0 tired.

precaution : it's gonna be long and there will be out of this particular topic disclosure because idk why a box inside was opened by this

so.. while I get people when they say she waited too long (bit skeptical) we can't blame anyone (this is making me cry wow parasocial much?) and:

they both of mental issues as we know . god knows what was their position in times. normal people without any issues (almost everyone has issues cause 'perfect' is just not a thing) can't commit easily , famous people with issues having a hard time is really normal. commitment is big. it's not just a piece of paper (imo)

I can't blame joe at all here. cause look at the position he was in. his career kickstarted and he was with her. something very unsimilar with her other exes. so, he doesn't have a career close to the people that debuted with him / close to the time he did i.e liz debici (they won a chopard together ) . he doesn't have enough press (lmfao billy lynn had the record for most press(if not collectively) with him until recently ), nominations and stability what so far judging that he is a decent actor (you can disagree for sure but he IS a decent actor objectively (even when miscast) )

I understand he doesn't want fame and hoards of money doesn't mean he doesn't want a stable career ( while tay's is 740 million a year! that's a load even after paying for everyone and everything! (idk why I pointed this out) )(acting is not a stable career choice it self but I bet he wants to have some kind of stability before at least marriage) AND he has to calculate his every word and action since the beginning .

this is gonna sound mean but do you think tay's position screams suitable for marriage and babies? I'm sorry but she is the position (was before the tour too!) where she literally is on top of the world ! ( yeah I wrote this after the people's article so I'm angry) to get married now and gain a load of attention FOR IT, is sure to be overwhelming for an actor like joe who grew up pretty normal. posh , but normal. I'm sorry but she hasn't step down at all! (not her fault but.. not his either)

considering everything I just pointed out lame excuses (this is gonna get ugly so buck up) what about her picking fights? (when you are in love, you fight but don't pick them?! ) for example afterglow, false god. she even said she knows it's her fault but wants HIM to apologize first. (i'm a person who used to always apologize first and boy, at a point you don't care and distance yourself from those who keep making ya do that (that's how my rtl with my 8 year long bestie ended, fucking exhausting I tell ya) ) ALSO when SHE broke HIS heart first! sorry but my man is human!

ok , fuck all I said . even judging by ylm , I'm assuming with pressure to work on his career or not he couldn't read her mind cause surprise! he is human! they just needed to talk about where they were or what she actually wanted but clearly she didn't understand that.

also about letting go. do you really think a woman who is still writing songs about jm (something that happened 13 years ago) AND INDICATING ENOUGH THAT IT'S ABOUT HIM KNOWING WHAT HER FANS ARE LIKE , going as far to dress up like she was in the vma's literally a decade ago and announcing her new album on the bday of some guy's ex wife (who every one is done dragging for the last 3 years) on mtv music awards is letting go? that thing icked me soo hard . what is growing up is confusing to me since midnights announce. she needs to stop these little clues to diss people that are perfectly fine with their lives and don't care at all! it just shows she loves dragging things and can't let go or be cool about it after soo many years!(nothing else!) and worst part is she makes it obvious that it's about them. now it has come to the point where it is just a stupid topic for everyone to make fun of. her pain surrounding jm and kanye has been dragged for soo long by none other than her and her fans that either people just roll their eyes and move on or it's just a joke atp!!!!!!!!!!!!

tl;dr : I just made 7 points of why joe might have not proposed to her and was stressing about doing so.

#taylor swift #swiftwyn #life

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The Phantom of the Opera | Seoul, South Korea | 조팬텀 x 손크리 Review 4/6

October 13, 2023 - Matinée

The Phantom of the Opera | 조승우 Jo Seung-woo

Christine Daaé | 손지수 Sohn Ji-soo

Raoul, Vicomte de Chagny | 송원근 Song Won-geun

Carlotta Giudicelli | 이지영 Lee Ji-young

Final boss of ticketing, Jo Seung-woo! The last one I snatched out of the four in one single ticketing after an hour of suffering. He's a pretty big actor who sells out shows quickly and has also been in dramas and movies. By the time you make it into one of his schedules' seating charts, the seats are all grayed out. So I had to keep refreshing and playing fucking whack-a-mole with the single color specks for any released seats that would pop up. One time I even even made it all the way to confirming payment and it said someone else took it. I actually thought I was about to turn into the Joker. But I am stronger! I won! And after seeing his performance in person? It was worth the fight.

I'll start this off with this tweet:

Shoutout to the guy next to me that was in shambles crying through his binoculars I hope he lived. Admittedly I did get teary-eyed myself! Which is quite an accomplishment even if it wasn't full blown tears like when seeing Ju-taek because I thought I was immune to this show after so long! But this is like uber sad pathetic wet cat man. My seat was actually a great unobstructed view with lots of space in the aisle. The Charlotte is so small that absolutely any view here is a good one especially if you have a pair of opera glasses/binoculars. Also I was safe from the piercing screams of the ballet girls! Hurray!

Hannibal Rehearsal

I really thought "I'll only use my binoculars for the major scenes with the trio because it's too tiring to hold them up", but that was a lie because I loved observing the supporting cast and ensemble too much. This time I watched for the smaller details like Christine quietly singing along to herself on the side while Carlotta was singing 'Think of Me'. Both Christines do it, but I remembered to look for it this show :') Kim Ah-seon had been clearly still recovering from being sick the previous performances, but I think she finally had her strength again this show. I love how elegant and dignified she is and her strong line delivery

The Mirror

Hearing Raoul's voice made the Phantom shoot a dark glare towards the dressing room door. Then, with the slightest smirk, he invited Christine into the mirror. Is somebody proud they managed to swipe the girl from the pretty young rich boy tonight? Ha

First Lair | POTO / MOTN / STYDI

Even if he's like...the most sad sewer creature-y of the Phantoms he's still got his charm okay! His voice isn't very strong, but I think he was able to handle it well enough during my show. He sounds older than he is actually is to me. How do I elaborate without making it sound backhanded? Even though he struggles in some areas with his singing, I think his vocal color is still suited for the energy his Phantom has. I'm just going to have to hope you understand me 😭 Whatever he lacks in that department, he certainly makes up for it in acting. It seems like he never stops onstage, like he's always making so many little choices at every moment. So it was a bit hard to keep track of everything he did because he was constantly doing something and was really immersed. I liked the sort of dreamy delivery of the beginning lines like the whispered way he sings "어둠...속에 - in the darkness". Halfway through the song he seems to build a little more enthusiasm seeing how open she is to him. He used more soft hand movements to act out certain parts of the lyrics like both his ear and then his body when he sang 들어, 느껴 - hear it, feel it". It's like really wanted to paint a clear picture of his mysterious beautiful dark world of music for Christine. I liked when he did a gesture with his hands like energy bursting free when he sang his big note in “네 영혼 다시 태어날 순간 / The moment your soul will be reborn” (let your soul take you where you long to be). This version of the line is unique to his Phantom. He smiled a lot and although he had a bit of a slight odd nervous energy, he still managed to maintain eye contact with her most of the time. Once he finally held her, he rested his head on her shoulder and whispered his words into her ear. 👀 He looked really worried and tried to catch her when she fell. After putting the cloak on her, I think he went to touch her, but stopped himself feeling a bit nervous. He put his hand on his chest instead to finish his final note

"Fake it til you make it" was working so well until it wasn't. Whatever confidence he built up during MOTN...bye. He's a little scary at the end when he shrieks out the 'Curse you!' and an extra 'No!' But most of all he's just really sad. When he asked her "what did you hope to see?" while chasing her, his voice sounded hurt and there was fear in his eyes. Like why, why did you have to be curious when I actually had it under control somehow? He slid slowly to the ground in defeat halfway through the song when he began the crawl. He eventually stopped making an effort to cover his face on his way toward her. Maybe he was so destroyed he didn't have the energy to. I liked how natural his acting felt here. It was tragic without being over the top. But I felt this about a lot of his choices in general

All I Ask of You (Reprise)

What a sad little man, completely a wreck. He covered his ears pleading "그만 제발 그만 크리스틴 다에 ! - Stop, please stop, Christine Daaé!" There should be a Christine Daaé name drop counter for Jo Phantom. He loves to say her name!!

Why So Silent? / Notes II

Taking focus away from the main roles for a moment, André is sooo extra stressed by this point. He fumbled the score when the Phantom tossed it to him. He does this every show, but this time I only just noticed him quickly doing sign of the cross during Notes II when they were opening up letters. He got super jumpy Also, Firmin and André start laughing to each other and making silly gestures making fun of Piangi when the Phantom starts attacking him in his note, but as soon as he addresses them, oh it suddenly really wasn't funny anymore!

The Point of No Return

Somebody help this man he already got jumpy simply just hearing her start to sing. 🤭 JSW Phantom seemed like the weakest one here across from Christine. He’s writhing terribly and gripping himself He was startled the most when she was close behind and he began to tremble. But when Christine finally touches him he moaned a little. It wasn't very loud, but it definitely was there and he threw his head back. His hands reached up to his face as he looked up before he finally held hers. This proposal was a mess. He got down on one knee at one point, but then he got too freaked out and shot right back up again as if he realized it was too vulnerable of a position to be in. When he was unmasked, he didn't scream and it was actually really heartbreaking to me. Like I do love a good scream, but ouch. His face dropped and he froze in complete shock looking like he'd been stabbed in the heart. His eyes darted around for a moment seeing everyone watching him like a trapped animal. It took him a moment to snap out of his daze and run off with her.

Down Once More / Final Lair

After throwing Christine, he almost looked regretful like he realized he was too hard, but then tried to push forward. Because he was fueled by anger, he didn't hide his face away as much like usual. It was still clear he was very actively disgusted by it. He touched his face for a moment after he let go of her and then immediately wiped his hand on his thigh. This performance he was actually able to look into her eyes when giving her the bouquet instead of looking down in shame. When he picked up the mirror bride to toss her he sang his lines into her ear in a whisper and actually very gently just plopped her on the ground instead of throwing her. I love this weird little detail I won't lie...it was kinda cute and silly that he had to hop a little to reach Won-geun's neck with the lasso haha. It's not supposed to be cute but I find it cute okay. He covered his ears while crying when she was coming over to him before the kiss :( After the first kiss it looked like he put his face in her shoulder for a moment, but still didn't have his hands on her. He seemed to give in a little for a second, but then took her hand off his head, looked at it for a moment, and gently wiped it with his sleeve like he couldn't let her have his filth taint her... When he approached Raoul with the candle, he could almost barely be heard whispering "Raoul de Chagny..." slowly in a chilling way before releasing him and turning away. I think he harbors the most bitterness towards Raoul out of the Phantoms. He's the most insecure one, and Raoul is everything he'll never be. He fell and pressed his head into the ground roughly while shaking when he screamed for them to leave him. And his scream was so painful and raw I don't know how he lets that out. He stayed like this for a while before he crawled clumsily and quickly towards the monkey in desperate need of any kind of comfort. He put his forehead head against it, closed his eyes tightly and held it so closely while he sang Masquerade. Christine came back and he tried to fix his hair and clothes before going to her I think SJS Christine was a good match for his interpretation of the Phantom because of how unconditionally compassionate she is. He was very fragile and she's very caring and gentle. I think she really did view JSW Phantom as her guardian and guide and had a very pure deep kind of love for him. Maybe not romantic love, but it was very strong either way. She watched him closely in the boat as she left, but he was facing the other way gripping her veil, repeating her name over and over. He turned at the last moment and called out "Christine Daaé!" one more time to her running over to take in the sight of her one last time. His final lines are actually different from the other Phantoms. It only just hit me the other day that they're the same as the lines from the original production in 2001-2. No idea why it took me that long to make the connection, but I found it interesting enough to note!

I really want to do musical promo time, but I really don't think what's on youtube does him justice. So let me just say his 2019 Jekyll/Hyde + Sweeney Todd and his Hedwig? Incredible. There's a reason for that ticket selling power he has and I say that completely unbiased!

Also lol at the person in front of me on the plane to Seoul that was watching his movie 'The Classic' because I was like "oh hey it's you I'm seeing you in a few days"

#i love u pathetic little wet cat man #the phantom of the opera #오페라의 유령 #조승우 #손지수 #송원근 #cho seung woo #jo seung woo #sohn ji soo #song won geun #poto korea #poto #poto review

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Can’t Change My Mind

A challenge you feel worthy of pursuing

AO3 | Wattpad // MASTERLIST

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din djarin x fem.reader

Summary: You already have a established romantic relationship with Djarin.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: This is pure smut, also my first here. Soo enjoy !

"You’re the one who told me I could go!” You say, not understanding why he’s mad.

Looking at you to his left while passes you. “I swear, you’re gonna be the end of me. If I knew, I would’ve left earlier so you wouldn’t have been able to follow me.”

“I thought we were a team!” Starting to be angry, staring with your eyebrows frowned.

He stops in his movements, now looking at you. You always feel uneasy when he does that. Not really knowing what he’s thinking about or even what he’s going to do.

“Cyare, I can’t risk losing you again. Last time I swear, I..” He turns his gaze to the floor, lost for words as he revisits the last time you almost got killed. He got so angry, he shot both man on sight without blinking.

Feeling a little guilty, you approach him slowly. “I’m sorry, I truly am.” Passing your fingers slowly on his chest you breathe in his neck. Talking gently and softly against his skin, “Is there a way I can redeem myself?” looking into his T visor with sultry eyes.

His breathing stops as you can feel the tension rising in his chest. He tilts his head slightly to look at you. “Stop playing games. I’m not in the mood.” he says plainly.

With an amused smile, your eyes going down to his chest. “Who says I'm playing?”

He sighs as he moves away. “I'm going to get ready for sleep.. You should do the same, otherwise, you’ll be tired tomorrow when we arrive on coruscant.” On that, he climbs the ladder to inside cockpit.

You left out a deep blow of air, pouting your lips out. Maybe I can convince him..

While he’s in the cockpit, you went into the fresher to take a quick shower. The soap getting thicker and creamier on your breast. And just like that you're turned on again. He can’t refuse me. I know he wants it just as badly as I do.

Taking the towel to dry yourself up, you can hear him in the kitchen searching through the cabinets. A mischievous smile takes shape at the corner of your lips. Getting out quickly, you make sure not to make too much noise. Standing behind him, you press your chest against him.

“Are you naked?” He asks.

“What if I am?” you respond with your playful voice.

He turns around, “I told you to get ready for sleep. I’m still angry. You won’t change my mind. I'm not in the mood.” as he walks away to the fresher himself.

You look at his back defeated throwing yourself in bed and landing on your back. You can hear the continuous water running in the background.

Well, if it’s this way then..

Passing your fingers lightly over the skin of your thighs. You close your eyes, feeling the need intensifying inside you. Passing them slowly on your hips and bellybutton, moving upwards. You caress the bottom of your breasts moving up the nipple which are already getting harder by touch and cold air coming from the ship. Your breathing stops ever so slightly, taking your other hand to pinch one of them.

Your breathing starts to accelerate as you continue to take a hand upwards putting your index finger into your mouth, wetting it with your tongue going quickly downwards, you start to coat your clit with the slick of your fingers, turning them in circles over it.

You’re so focused on your pleasure, you don’t even notice that the Mandalorian is out the fresher. Looking at you pleasuring yourself with one hand pinching your nipple and the other one moving on your clit.

He stares without a noise, although seeing you whimper makes him growl, pressing a hand on his now harden cock.

At the sound of him, you notice his presence opening your eyes to the ceiling as the room gets darker.

Your blood starts to run cold, feeling you’re in trouble but he comes closer, hovering over you.

“Playing without me cyar’ika?” He states starting to kiss your neck.

Little whimpers are getting out of your chest, “I thought I couldn’t change your mind.”

“I’m sorry cyare, I know I reacted a bit much. I just, I love you so much ner kar’ta.” Passing his tongue flat over your pulse point. “Let me make it up to you.”

Moving slowly downwards he grabs one of your nipples with his mouth. Grunting low as he sucks and tries to put as much of it in his mouth. Grabbing and squeezing you other tit in the meantime.

You can't help but push your chest forward, presenting yourself to him. The movement makes him feral. Taking both and squeezing them together. Passing his tongue over and over each of them. The lightning feeling rises in between your legs.

He stops a moment, trying to catch his breath. “Omg cyare you’re so perfect. I'd eat these tits all..” Before humming while he goes back to suck on them one after the other. Switching between flickering and sucking them.

“Urrgh maker, can I, can I feel you? Please I need to feel you baby.” begging you.

“Yes, please, anything, anything you want.” You say voice breaking.

Through the dark you can hear him let out a little chuckle. Letting your nipple slide out of his lips. He goes lower, leaving a trail of kisses on your body along the way. From under your breast, to your stomach, to your thigh.. You feel him take both of your legs, holding them up leaning down. Letting his tongue flat from your very rear, passing agonizing slow over your entrance and clit.

You start to shake with anticipation as you feel the grin from his moustache over your skin.

“You’re sounds are addicting love. Let me hear those moans while you say my name sweet girl.” Before going back to tease your entrance with his tongue.

You can feel the burning in your stomach as he goes lower to press his tongue teasing over your asshole.

“Djarin, please maker." You can’t control your breathing or your moans at this point.

Which only encourages him to move it faster, altering between licking it with the tip of his tongue and spreading it flat over it.

Your cries becomes louder and he can’t take it anymore. Pushing himself up spreading your knees. He takes a finger teasing your entrance.

Feeling your juices on him, “Kriffing hell cyare, you’re so pretty, so perfect, so wet for me.” You can hear him touch himself with your wetness before passing the tip of his cock in between your folds. “Can you feel that baby? How hard you make me? How much control you have over me? Huh, can you feel that?” as he pushes the tip slowly in.

Taking his time enjoying you, shaking under him. Moving closer to you, he anchors his arms on the sides of your head. Letting you adjust to his length and girth. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, I love you” as he goes down to your lips to kiss you gently. Pushing slowly in. You can feel the muscles of his chest and stomach contracting as he’s picking up the rhythm.

You can’t stop the noise and words coming out of you. “I love you Djarin. You feel so good inside of me. You fill me up so well.”

He kisses you stronger as he’s breathing harder, pushing his tongue deeper into your mouth. Tasting your sweet spit as he prepares himself for release.

You cross your legs on his lower back, felling him hitting that good spot over and over again. He goes to put your right nipple in his mouth sucking on it and you can’t control it anymore, letting a whimpering cry.

“That’s it, come for me cyare. Come for me, c’mon baby.” He says has his other hand grabs a hold of your hip.

You can hear his noises of satisfaction as he hears you come undone for him. Releasing your breast moving to squeeze the other one as he thrust harder inside of you. He feels you tightening around him from the pleasure. He moves to grab both of your legs as he continues to pound into you. Letting out a full grunting scream out as comes inside you. Trying to calm himself down, he comes to lay on your side, putting his arms around you.

“Maker, I love you so much. Please forgive me for earlier. I just want to keep you safe.” asking you in between breaths.

You smile to him in the dark, placing a single kiss on his chin. “You’re already forgiven.”

As you’re holding each other, you tell yourself that there’s nothing better in the galaxy than this right now.

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joy-returns-in-the-morning · 4 months

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I read a lot of Captain America fanfiction last year. People have written some pretty amazing stuff! But also. I disagreed with Steve's characterization like 90% of the time. 🙈😅😂 With those kind of statistics, am I the one who's wrong??

I don't know but I'm tired of holding it in. I need to complain about this or I'll lose my mind. This is just my own personal opinion of course etc etc.

Anyway here is a list of things that annoy me in Captain America fanfiction

- When Steve is Soo depressed that all he does is mope around crying about Bucky and never does a single useful thing. Look I understand that he's kind of in a rough place, with everybody he ever knew being dead and all and I get that even the best of us can get depressed and there's nothing wrong with exploring this. But I dunno. I kinda just want to read a fic where he's well-adjusted for once.

- There is this trope where after CATWS Steve and/or Bucky go around killing endless mooks in HYDRA bases. I understand it's necessary for them to have something to do but. I just have serious questions about the legality of the situation. If you go to a foreign country and you kill a citizen of that country, that's still murder and, I think, illegal, even if that citizen is a terrorist or a neo-nazi or something. You can't just do that, right? Bucky can get away with it maybe, being in a gray zone of legal existence himself, but not Steve. And either way.... YES they are HYDRA and they are EVIL but nonetheless, they are still human, in the end? How is HYDRA recruiting all these people anyways? That's probably a thing they should be worried about, rather than just blowing up bases, idk.

- That particular genre of Bucky Recovery fic where they spend the whole time doing absolutely nothing but Help Bucky Recover. Like they just sit there in Steve's apartment or wherever. But look we all lived through the pandemic, staying in the same room doing nothing all day is not going to do wonders for anybody's mental health. How can they stand it? Go touch some grass.

- Similarly, when Steve has no life outside Bucky. I guess I'm not really a big fan of codependent relationships in general. But like, okay sure Bucky is your world your home your everything your silly rabbit that's great but personally I think it's sort of a shallow world if all you care about is one person. Take a look around you! The world is full of so many other things worth fighting for. Help Bucky, sure, but that shouldn't be the only thing going on in Steve's life. Get some hobbies man. Talk to your neighbours. Use your clout to make positive political change. Idk. He's Captain America why does he act like he has literally nothing better to do than sit around watching Bucky like he's a freshly painted wall.

- When Steve refuses to accept that Bucky doesn't remember him and hangs around Bucky like a rejected puppy. First of all, I think Steve is intelligent enough to accept that Bucky's not going to be the same after everything. And secondly, I think that he respects people autonomy enough to not force himself into Bucky's life. Give him a little credit, come on.

- When they take in Bucky after CATWS and put him in a blank white room he can't leave, all to help him "recover" and everyone is totally okay with that. Like guys do you not realize how you are treating him? Surely there must be a better way to rehabilitate him. Steve, at the very least, should be advocating for something better. Yeah I get that the Winter Soldier's soooo dangerous but so is the Hulk and they let Bruce walk around just fine. 🙄 They should at least realize what they are doing is kind of messed up

- It's not that I don't think Tony is allowed to be angry that Bucky killed his parents. It's just that, personally, I think his relationship with his parents is a little complicated, and so his reaction too, will be complicated and also likely different depending on the circumstances. People probably feel that because canonically he flew into a rage that's what will always happen, but that doesn't have to be the case!

- when they are in Wakanda and it's treated like some kind of extended vacation home. This isn't a hotel, it's a completely other county with its own issues and cultures and that should be addressed. Similarly, it's cute when Bucky and Shuri become friends but honestly I think she has waaaay too many other things to do that he barely tops her priorities. Like he's not That important. He's just some white dude.

- When Bucky EXPLICITLY asks not to be called Bucky but Steve keeps doing it.

- When Steve is portrayed as this incompetent idiot who always rushes into things without thinking and Bucky's the only brain cell of the operation. I just think that Captain America should be at least a little bit cool, you know. He should be the kind of person you can't help but admire. He should do something good and true every now and then. He's a superhero! I want to see him do something heroic! In some stories he's just so lame it drives me up the wall.

#mcu #captain america #please forgive my extreme pettyness #there's no accounting for taste i suppose #but these tropes are just not for me 🤷‍♀️

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~Heart Inclined 4~

⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️⚜️

The servant and his master//

The princess The parrot and The genie

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hanif! open the door, QUICKLY!

"Yes princess"

She ran through the heavily crafted door into the main room of the third floor. The chandler's were twinkling by the rays of sunlight and the blinds waved along the afternoon breeze.

Y/n rushed through her dresser and fixed her hair,

"YOUR BACK MILADY! HERE LET ME DO THA-"

"Hey Hey keep it down will you. I'll let you do it" she spoke to the overly excited handmaiden while panicking Mezirath could here them.

"Hey Squirt I think he's here" Iago inforem.

"Dammit"

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Outside the room Mezirerath stood in all his glory waiting for the guard to open the door.

"God forbid, If I to ever even think of having any daughters in the future but then again the idea of marriage already sounds soo boring to me.What do you think?"

"yes sir" the guard gulped trying his best to stay still and not think to much about what the powerful vizer infront him was saying.

The door suddenly opened.

"Yes?"

"Princess! It's soo nice to see you in good health"

Oh brother but atleast I was able to come back in time

She sighed not listening to a word he was saying

I feel soo bad for leaving like that what would Jamil think of it. God I hope he doesn't get too suspicious.

"Yet you seemed to be in deep thoughts."

She snapped from her thoughts and turned to the sorcerer.

"Something on your mind"

Aghh why does he have to be soo keen??

"Just wondering when the day will come when you'll get tired of visiting me like how you get bored with ever single thing you do "

"Oh you wound me." He faked cried

"Like seriously what will you get from ruining my life and the countless lives of the people of scandling sands"

"Hmm will you've a point there. There's nothing much this sand box has to offer."

"Huh?"

"It's funny how all the mysteries and enchantment this place was known for is gone like the faded memory of Jafar. Even the remains are far from fantastical."

He took steps further towards her

"The people here are now completely dedicate to modernity the old fantasy that you hope to bring back is long gone my dear princess" he brought his hand closer to touch her face yet was pushed back by another hand.

She clutched her heart

"The Al Abu Narih, as long as the fireworks light that one night sky every year, the roots of this country will never be forgotten mark my words"

Mezirath cackled wickedly

"Oh dear is the little princess still upset that she still couldn't go see the fireworks. Well might aswell ask you're husband to take you there this year after handing me the keys to the kingdom's sacred room"he giggled

"Husband?"

"Eager aren't? well lucky you'll get to meet him. Aren't I the best vizier ever" Mezirath squealed

She looked at him with disbelief

"Mezirath what have you done!?"

"Now now! that face won't do. Make that face when your at the verge of tears. It's my most favourite"

"Father will never allow this!"

"Oh try him why don't you"

She moved away towards the giant door that led to the giant stairs towards one of the most important rooms of the palace.

Father will never allow this! He told me himself! he promised me!

She quickened her pace reaching the biggest door in the hall. The guards curtsied the princess and moved away from there position.

"Father! I must speak with you!" She kept knocking the door until it finally opened.

A tall middle aged man came forward to Y/N with a worried expression and quickly embraced her.

"Y/n my dear what is the matter?"

She gazed up at her father.

"Is what Mezirath said true? Am I to be betrothed ??"

Her clear voice echoed through the room for a while covering her father's silence.

"Father! You were the one who was most confident in the law! You were the one who trusted me the most. What have I ever done to loose that trust father?"

"Mydear its not you no never. I'm confident in you fully .. but you know I'm not going to be around for long and without your mother I didn't know what to do..so Mezirerath suggested that we should atleast get you settled safely and-"

"And thus you decided to force me to marry? "

"Force? No never we are just meeting the Asim family if you don't like this boy then you can-"

He fell silent and a sudden change in his aura and eyes had made Y/n shudder .

She turned around to see Mezirath standing at the room's entrance his hand outstretched. A devilish smirk plastered on his face.

He's using his manipulative enchantment again!

"For the kingdom's future and you're own good the law will be changed. You're marriage to Al Asim is absolute."

"But father! please snap out of it he's controlling you! He's-"

"Not another word on this! am I clear!"

The amplitude of his voice made the candles shiver after which he left the room.

"Father wait!"

"Aww but daddy is already gone" Mezirath giggled at her.

"Why?"

Tears had started filling in her eyes as she ran away from the scene.

Mezirath then turned towards the guards who hadn't moved from there positions.

"Like I said daughters are a pain."

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"Jamil!"

Kalim shouted with all his might trying to get his friend's attention who seemed to be in his own little world.

Head in the clouds Jamil was still dumbfounded at the events that happened so far. The stories Y/n told him about the sorcerer and her parrot being his companion still were a little hard to comprehend yet her eyes told him everything. He was good at deducing a liar and she was far from being one.

Though she is still hiding something I wonder if she could ever tell me. I don't like the sad look in her eyes..No No I shouldn't pry further I'm the last person who deserves to ever learn about her secrets...after all... Im the one whose not being truthful to her.

"EARTH TO JAMIL? HELLO YOU IN THERE??!"

"Wahh!" Jamil jumped away at Kalims sudden approach.

"I've been calling you forever buddy!"

"Oh sorry" he looked down on the floor, feeling embarrassed.

"I just spoke to Dad. we're givin another chance. The vizer called an order for us saying the princess can't wait to see us"

Or maybe he can't wait. This vizier seems incredibly suspicious.

"And he said you can come too! Isn't that great?"

Great so I'll get to see the devil himself then.

"Whatever you say."

" I bet your date went pretty well . you've been all googly eyes for a while now hehe" Kalim smirked

Cheeks redden he replied quickly

"No I wasn't."

Since when were you this observant?"

"So Did she like your food?"

"It did go well. She enjoyed everything. " He smiled at the thought.

"And?" He smirked

Jamil blushed knowing what he meant but since without his help none of this would've happened. So he deserved to know this.

"We held hands" he sheepishly replied

"That's what I call progress. By Tomorrow you'll be dancing with her" he giggled to which he sighed

Jamil was aware of his own nature and of the fact that he could never have asked someone out just like that on his own. A part of him couldn't admit it but Kalim indeed helped him and Jamil will definitely need more of his help in the future.

"I knew you would do it! I'm so happy for you Jamil!"

"Thank you for lending me that place. I'm genuinely really grateful to you Kalim" his voice,the most sincerest it could ever get get had caught his master of guard.

Kalim grinned brightly at his friend knowing he was being honest with him for the first time He was expecting the usual "All you did was this" or "I never asked for you're help" for once he was being thankful to him.

Love really does change you huh Kalim thought

"Anything for you but I'm really excited! Now you guys gotta go on an even more fun outing like the new big amusement park being built in the city and you can call or text eachother when we go back to college and.."

Jamil suddenly realised something he missed and his alarmed expression was quickly caught up by Kalim

"You did get her number right?"

"Na...No"

"JAMIL!! WHA...there's a high chance we'll be leaving for college tomorrow after the meeting!"

Jamil sighed at the realisation as much as he hated to admit nothing much could be done now.

Yet his heart ached soo much it didn't want to let go of Y/n at all.

He gulped

"It's alright maybe we can leave things as they are besides, we can always meet during the holidays if she still remembes me that is . maybe it was never meant to go any further.."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?? YOUR GOING RIGHT NOW!"

"What??Kalim are you Crazy!!"

"Yes I am! And you should be too. Your going right now magic carpet come here!" He whisled it and it came.

Kalim looked at Jamil with a serious expression

"You know where she lives right?"

"Kalim please this is outrageous my family will never.." but before he could finish his sentence Kalim had pushed him on the carpet and ordered it.

"Towards the palace and don't bring him back here without a girl on board Okay?"

The carpet saluted it's master and flew upwards getting ready to zoom towards the palace.

"Kalim? Why are you?"

"This is for you Jamil it's about time you did something for yourself. "

Jamil froze as he stared at Kalims determined face his pure heart was getting to him and before he could protest any further he was flying away towards the palace.

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"How can father do this to me?"Y/n sobbed clutching her pillow tightly.

"I wanna say cheer up right now but that would make you feel worse."Iago sighed

"Oh Iago what am I going to do? I don't want to marry anyone I don't ever want to get married!" She started crying loudly

"Hey Hey Now what happened to that strong assed princess who never listened to anyone huh? "

She sniffed and looked at the red parrot.

"But its not fair Iago!I never did anything wrong. I've never stepped foot away from the palace market place despite having a flying carpet. I never went out there made any friends among the people.I always listened to father and even Mezirath. Never once I got to live life for myself. All Mezirath wants is the key to Jafar's old room where all his old notes and machines are "

"Okay then what do you want to do with your life? Maybe you can tell peacock face that and he'll let you do all the things you want to do before you get married that will by us some time, then our genie pal will be back too. We'll then think of a plan"

"The only *hic* problem is....."

"Yeah?"

"I don't even know what I want to do!" She started crying even loudly much to Iago's dismay.

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It was past midnight, the palace area had gotten quite. The lights if the market place were all out now. The grand palace of the scandling sands shined with all it's might under the moon light and on its third floor balcony a lone figure on a flying carpet were positioned.

Jamil couldn't comprehend what he was doing. He had just gotten pass the famous menacing eyes of the grand vizer which were known to detect even the slightest disturbance and now he was infront of his country's princesse's room.

He wanted to stop Kalim but at the same time he didn't want to stop him.

His brain would say No yet his heart would say Go!

Usually observant and sharp now he was lost most of the time in daydreams and thoughts.

Instead of scoffing Kalims usual antics he was now appreciating his help. In merely two days he had become a totally different person.

All because of you.

He got off the flying carpet making his way towards the blinds which were separating the room and the balcony

Not thinking anymore he let his body function on its own.

"Excuse me Y/n are you in here by any chance ?"

Not getting any response he thought for a moment

What if someone else catches me

Ohh fuck it, now Viper really? Now you decide to think about that?

He then moved closer to move the blinds.

But what if I wake up the princess and this turns into a royal scandal or something. Well guess I'll be using my unique magic anyways huh?

He moved his arm closer and grabbed the blinds

"Y/n ?" He spoke a little loudly

"Yes?"

Jamil felt his heart stop for a moment.

"Who could it be this at time?" A soft sound came followed by a yawn.

He pushed the blinds away, revealing the owner of the soft voice, the twinkling eyes which he loved soo much and the warm soft skin he held in the morning which was being illuminated in the moonlight.

He realised just in that moment what the change in him was worth for.

Time had stopped for both of them as they gazed into one another with hint of surprise and longing.

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lokisivy · 2 years

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Professor! Zayn X reader

(Just an idea that came up in my mind. Warning, this is my first one-shot or whatever they call it, it's gonna be filthy just putting this out there)

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It was another day in uni boring and long. I was tired and moody I couldn't bare anyone bullshit today. my project was broken because of some douche bag who couldn't aim the ball well to his friend and the humiliation I had to go through when I couldn't submit my project.

I head to my art history class last class of the day I usually enjoy it since i like learning about art and the professor is a hottie to be honest i take my seat and the class starts soon after everyone starts to come.

honestly, I wasn't focusing today the Professor was explaining, my body might be in class but it's somewhere else this project I have to rebuild from scratch.

I forgot I was in class until the professor asked me a question.

"Miss Y/L/N are with us?"

I snap out of my daydream "Yes professor what was your question?"

"Who painted the Whistler's Mother?"

"I don't know," I replied with a rude tone I wasn't up to dealing with his ego today.

"if you focused in class maybe you would know," he said mockingly

"maybe next time ask someone who raised their hands I mean that's why we raise them when we know the answer"

okay, I might have taken it too far here I wouldn't be surprised if he kicked me out.

"Miss Y/L/N I need to see you after class."

oh great!

After the class was over, I stayed behind to see why this guy needed me. everyone started leaving till it was empty. I approached his desk, crossing my arms.

"Miss Y/N let's talk in my office so I can show you your grades."

we head to his office that's in the hall I head inside as he closes the door.

"Take a seat darling." he gestures his hands to the seat in front of the desk.

I sit down "Why am I here?"

"I don't know what happened to you Y/N your grades are falling and your attitude is horrible I can fail you for the stunt you pulled today and you won't be able to do anything about it since your grades have been excusing my language absolutely shitty."

Well, this convo isn't what I expected. I know I was falling behind after my break-up with my ex. I was too sad to do my work right, and I fell off the wagon in my studies for a while.

"How bad is it?" I ask feeling guilty I'm this close to finishing my degree and I messing it up for a man with a small dick who couldn't make me finish.

"Your paper on Monalisa was horrible a first year could write better than it, you got a D on it."

he pulled the paper from his drawer putting it in front of me.

"you being disrespectful to me isn't helping it your fate lies on me I could've asked you to redo it to improve it but I will not anymore."

Fucking hell why didn't I just shut my mouth.

"I'm sorry Professor I was just mad when I came to your class some dick ruined my 3-month project and I have to redo it before the deadline which is soo soon and my ex-boyfriend broke up with me because apparently I'm not pretty enough for him and who is he to say that with his small dick he doesn't even take my major seriously which made me mad because art is beautiful and unique and i just didn't have the energy to put my thoughts on the paper and thought submitting anything was better than not doing it at all, I'm sorry can i please just redo it," i say in one breath i can't fail this I cannot I'm gonna have a mental breakdown if he doesn't let me fix this.

"I'm sorry but there is nothing I can do to help you, anymore," he said coldly.

I was about to give up until it hit me nothing but makes men weak like tits and lucky for me my dress was showing enough I just need to bend forward.

I turn my chair to face him and get closer to the table bending down my upper body.

"Please professor, I'll do anything."

I could see his eyes falling on my boobs. He stares at them for a good amount of time, making me get up from my seat, bending my body on the table, getting so close to him. he shifts a couple of times, trying to hide the fact his dick is getting harder.

"Come on professor you won't regret it," I whisper, making my voice seductive. his focus shifts to my face as I bite my lips making it more aware of it.

I grab his hand, taking his index and middle finger into my mouth to suck on, as he holds eye contact. I knew this was definitely working when he moaned my name.

I pull his fingers out "This could be your cock if you want to."

he inhales sharply, looking a bit mad

he grabs my face aggressively, forcing my face up when he stands

"You have no idea what game you're playing here Y/N."

"I think I do, I let you fuck me into oblivion and you give me a good grade."

He lowers his body for his face to be at my level.

"When I fuck you it's gonna be because you beg me too and not because you seek good grades by sucking me off."

"I learned that no man gives orgasms to the woman they only care about their own so I don't think I will ever beg you to fuck me." I chuckle dryly, I stand back up when he lets go of my face. I walk to him behind the desk and grab his tie

"I say take my offer you won't regret it I promise," I smirk at him.

he turns me to my back facing his chest lowers his face to his ears

"I don't think you get it, love," he lowers his hands to the hem of my dress, going past it to touch my inner thighs with his fingertips. his fingers brush through my underwear so close to my clit. I nearly moan when he slides his hand through the side of my underwear, brushing softly through my folds, wetting his fingers with my arousal, and rubbing my clit in circles.

Damn his good

"You will be begging for me."

I couldn't hold back the moan when his digits slipped inside my pussy his fingers curls hitting that spot that no person ever reached not even myself did.

"Zayn." I whimper

"I'm so close." my eyes roll back from the pleasure building up in my stomach.

and just then he stops "Why did you stop!" I let out a frustrated moan

"Beg me first and I will let you finish." could feel His smile through my neck

I hesitate for a bit "Come on love I know you want it." he kissed my neck softly, first making me lean back towards him.

"Please..." I moan

"Please what? I need to know what you want me to do." He sucks my neck.

"I want you to fuck me with your fingers and then bend me over on the table where you take me so hard from behind pulling my hair." i moan at the end, causing a grunt from the details. I most certainly didn't hold back

"Good girl." he kissed my cheeks.

he starts fucking me again with his fingers hitting that sweet spot over and over till my legs shake from the build-up in my lower region I lost my sense of awareness when his thumb circles my clit. I let out a pornographic moan. his so good at it that I will faint.

"Fuck please don't stop." he nods against my neck, in response he starts sucking on my neck marking me.

I lost it when he picked the pace making my legs tremble, causing me to lose my balance. That's when his hands go from my breasts to my waist, making sure I don't fall by pressing me against him.

"Come on let it go I can barely move my fingers your squeezing me so hard, I wonder how that will feel on my cock." He whispers in my hearts biting my ear lobs

I finally reached the peak I'd been dying for and when I let go I started coming down from my high slowly.

my legs eventually gave out

"You tired darling? I'm not done with you yet sweetheart."

he knew that what he was doing was wrong Y/N was his student but he couldn't resist her after her boobs practically spilled out of her dress and the way she whispered and sucked on his fingers made him weak, weak enough to fuck his student.

#zayn malik #zayn 1d #harry styles #zayn imagine #harry styles smut #hs3 #louis tomlinson #niall james horan #niall imagine #liam payne #1d fandom #one direction

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 7 months

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Oh shit, Mae? Honestly kinda loving it.

Sometimes murder is okay, especially when the killer is🥰🥰

Idk if Woo is just acting or suddenly a tolerable non-douchebag…. Prolly the former

Hiii!!! How are you? You eating and/ or feeling good? Hope you’re drinking water! Sending love and support 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Bestieeeeeeee!!!! So a few things

1.) the dance is Friday, i’m freaking outt

2.) we’ve been holding hands a lot(!) and recently i’ve been chilling on his lap, but today i took a lil nap while on his lap and after waking me up for class he said “I couldn’t feel my arm but it was worth it, i’d let it happen again, many times actually” and i just🥰🥹 cause i was scared that i’d add too much weight of sumn and without me even bringing it up i was reassured 😭.

2.5) this one isn’t big just felt like mentioning it. During the last class of the day we sit next to each other and we were holding hands under the table right? Then when i had to write j moved my hand, now i expected him to start writing too but no! he moved his hand onto my thigh and kept it there until i stopped writing (cause then i could hold hus hand again). Its amazing bc im a stage 5 clinger & he reciprocates the clinginess😊

3.) so I have this ring that is soo cute but doesn’t fit any of my fingers, so i put if on a chain. We now share the necklace.. like deadass if i feel like wearing it ill just go take it off of him then give it back later. And its not just the fact that he’s wearing something of mine but also that he likes it, and he looks good in it.

4.)im in marching band yea? So tonight was a v important game (it was against the rival school, we won 47-0) and he came!! Like ik he was coming but still☺️. So once halftime is over meaning band is done with the halftime show i see messages from my dad & aunt….. why were they sitting right behind him 😭 they got along but i was so scared the entire time, not to mention the nerves that were already there from performing in a bigger stadium than im used to

Like im convinced he’s trying to kill me. Cause literally why else would he be this great? Like wdym you like clinginess, you get along with my dad, and you’re keeping your hand on my thigh??? This man must be stopped. Anywho just wanted to do a lil catching up (and ranting abt him bc im sure my other friends are sick n tired of hearing abt him

Is it actually Mae though 🧐 she could kill me and I would thank her regardless 🥵

PLS YOU'RE SO FUNNY 😂

Hi bestie 🥰 I'm doing well ! Drinking water and eating well. I hope you are too. Sending so much love and support your way. It's coming. You can't stop it 💕💕💕

Omg bestie all of this. All of this is so cute. I am obsessed. Like I feel like I was there and watching my best friend find someone good for them and I'm just smiling 🥹 this is so cute and soft and I am so very happy for you !!!

Such a green flag that he gets along with your dad honestly. And that he supports you. Like yes. So much yes. I am seeing a neon sign that says yes !!!

And you can always come here and tell me about everything because I love hearing about this ! I want to know everything. Please tell me everything 😭

But omg bestie my boyfriend has been too cute to me lately. He keeps calling me his princess and his wife and I 🥺 he even did matching profile pictures with me because I asked. He will literally just randomly text me out of the blue "wife I love you" and I swoon every time. This man is the whole ass love of my life I swear.

#ask

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hi! how did your interest in hetalia begin? also, with mongolia as well. <3

Hello! :D

Well I became interested in hetalia when I first kind of started secondary school (UK) soo I think around 13 or something I became interested in hetalia? Then at 13/14 is when I first started getting interested in the country of Mongolia, so I guess me liking aph Mongolia was just a natural marriage between the two interests haha.

I guess I started to like hetalia because I've always been a history nerd and an anime/manga fan, and I've always liked learning about different cultures, so hetalia seemed like the perfect manga/anime for me. Admittedly, Mongolia wasn't immediately my fave character, Russia was my first favourite character. I was also a weird kid and a lot of my weird friends liked hetalia too! (I say weird in a good way).

When it comes to being interested in the country of Mongolia, I think it was because I got really tired of learning about European history. Not that I only focussed on European history when it came to my different historical obsessions lol I mean I had a huge ancient Egypt phase, but I wanted more. I've heard about the Mongols and their impact on European history but it was mostly to do with the spread of the black death (the UK wasn't affected by the Mongol invasions). Also when I was obsessed with Russia (still kind of am..) there were more mentions of the Mongols so I was like eh why not.

When I started to do more research on Mongolia's history, the more fascinated I became with it. I've always had an affinity towards cultures that were labelled as "barbaric" by its neighbours (I'm not saying I view the Mongols as barbaric, not at all, just that they were labelled that way), which explains my pretty huge Scottish history phase lol.

I was impressed by what they were able to achieve despite being the underdogs at the time, and the unique nomadic culture of Mongolia further drew me in to being interested in the country and it's history. Even beyond the empire era and before the empire era, Mongolian history is incredibly interesting.

The secrecy that Mongolian history is shrouded in before they came onto the world stage because of the lack of records to do with the Mongols, the huge Mongolic/Turkic empires that came before the Mongols, what the true origins of the Mongols are, Mongolia during the Ming and Qing dynasties, mass conversion to Buddhism, Mongolia's fight for independence in the 20th century and transition from communism to capitalism, and Mongolia today, it's all just so alluring.

Mongolian culture also really drew me in. It seemed so different from my own and I couldn't help but just, idk, keep on reading about it haha.

With all of this in mind, I guess this is why I'm so interested in aph Mongolia as a character. Going about characterising a man (or woman if you prefer) with such a rich and complicated history was a challenge I was willing to take up, and the more I learn about Mongolian history and culture (bc you never stop learning! ) the more and more complex he becomes.

Many hetalia fans in the past have just brushed him off as some brute and basically used him as the local villain of the week in a lot of their fics (I mean some still do it today but it's not as bad as it used to be...) and it frustrates me to no end because it just reeks of typical anti-Mongolian sentiment. There's nothing wrong with making him the bad guy in fics, everyone is free to show the dark sides of nations in their fics or art etc (I have a fanfiction myself where he is acting like an asshole, empire era).

But as I said before, the way in which Mongolia is characterised in a lot of fics (because it's usually fics) is just blatantly racist and/or ignorant towards Mongolian history and culture, and the writers would never depict another nation is such an unflattering manner, so yeah they're just using Mongolia as a cheap villain or they cheapen the character of Mongolia into a caricature as a grab for an easy one dimensional villain, which is a huge disservice to the history and people of Mongolia.

Even now, I'm still trying to be kind of careful with how I characterise Mongolia, because ignorance doesn't have to be blatant in order for it to still shine through. In the past, I've seen people hypermasculinise Mongolia and other central Asian characters. Listen, there's nothing wrong with headcanoning a character as being more on the masc side, I headcanon Mongolia to be more masc too!

But the issue comes from when people completely have a lack of nuance when it comes to masculinity in Mongolia and central Asia, and it really runs the risk of depicting them as barbaric and backwards. I've noticed how in the past, some people would hyperfeminise East Asian countries (more often than not, China) and in turn, hypermasculinise Mongolia, and it paints a pretty ugly picture when these same writers/artists make headcanons or art or whatnot.

Another thing I'm being careful with is how I headcanon Mongolia and technology. I know it's a joke amongst people that he can't even turn on a computer (and to those who joke ab this dw I'm aware it's a joke) but it becomes an issue when people unironically go around saying stuff like that, in my opinion (I don't think he's a technology wizard but c'mon he's not completely disconnected from technology to the point where he can't even use a laptop properly).

Some people tend to romanticise the rurality of Mongols and paint them as being a "happy, simple people" who are "too good for technology/capitalism." and this is just the classic "noble savage" trope all over again, just seen through a hetalia lens.

Of course, the nomadic lifestyle, generous hospitality and connection to nature is inseparable from Mongolian culture, and I would never try to deny or argue against that, it's one of the main reasons why I admire Mongolian culture so much in the first place! But going around perpetuating the noble savage stereotype only feeds into silly ideas outsiders have about Mongolian people. I've seen Westerners say crap like they're surprised that Mongolia has restaurants and wifi! And one of my Mongolian friends had an American literally say very boldly to them "I thought Mongolians still lived like cavemen" ⁉️⁉️

So yeah, I do hope my depiction/interpretation of Mongolia is thoughtful dhdsjd sorry I did kind of go off on a tangent. I'm aware that this is hetalia and it's not supposed to be a serious anime but am passionate and I hope I didn't come off too strong 😨

I think people's downright awful/racist depictions of aph Mongolia has only made me more passionate about him because I want to prove them so wrong haha! And it's the same with the actual nation. If anyone tries to argue with me about how the Mongol empire sucked because they were just "muhh barbarians" I will absolutely argue with them about it lol.

But thank you for the ask!! 🙏😳

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