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alimaybankkk · 2 years

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sunshine

summary: jj never really thought of loving a girl before. it was always a hit and run, but you were something else.

warnings: fluff. that’s literally it. like major fluff

pairing: jj maybank x innocent!routledge!fem! reader

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you were outside of the chateau, chilling in your yellow sundress when you heard his voice.

“hey, y/n,” jj said, sitting down next to you.

you grinned, tying a knot on the bracelet you were making. “hi, jj.”

he looked at you in deep thought for a moment, noticing it was the first time he ever loved the way his name was said.

“is john b here?” he asked.

you didn’t let your smile fade, although you were pretty bummed. you wished he’d come to see you, but you shrugged. “i don’t think so. wanna hang with me for a little bit?”

he looked like he was thinking, but he eventually shook his head. “i’ll just come back later.”

he wanted to stay with you. in fact, he needed to stay with you. but the thought of loving someone the way he loved you was terrifying. especially if it was his best friends little sister.

he stood, starting to walk but you followed after him. “well, where are you going?”

he shut his eyes as he stopped in his tracks. “home.”

you shook your head. “jj, can you stay with me? i’m bored.”

he shook his head. “i got work to do, princess. maybe another time.”

you suddenly looked at him with puppy dog eyes, gripping his bicep. “please?”

he bit his lip. damn, if he knew how to say no to you, he would have done it. but he didn’t. he grabbed your hand and took you back to where you were sitting earlier.

“pick a color, jj,” you said, putting your old bracelet off to the side.

“um,” jj thought. “i don’t know.”

“come on, j, just pick one!” you rested your head on your knees.

“um,” he said, looking around. his eyes fell on your dress, which he loved a lot, but was too nervous to say. “yellow.”

you looked up. “like the sunshine, right, j?”

he sighed. “yes, princess, like the sunshine.”

“it’s very warm today. i was tanning earlier. look how much sun i got,” you said. you showed him your arm after gathering a few different strings to put together.”

jj smiled. “cute.”

“so, what did you need my brother for?”

he shrugged. “pogue stuff.”

“i’m a pogue,” you muttered. “why can’t i know?”

“because, honey, it’s secret.” he brushed it off like it was nothing, but you wanted to cry.

your hair was in a half up half down style, one that jj had never seen before on you, with your ends blown out and complimenting your hair color. you noticed he was looking at your hair, which gave you an idea.

“j,” you said, rummaging through your bookbag. “can you tie a bow?”

he shrugged, catching sight of the yellow ribbon you threw onto the grass. “sure, princess, i can.”

“tie one into my hair, please.”

he sighed and you turned around. jj wanted to hold you close to him and cuddle you, but he had self control. he looped the ribbon around the ponytail at the top and began tying as you leaned your back against his chest.

“you’re making it hard for me to tie, here, princess.” he chuckled, having to restart. he had goosebumps from how close you were.

you almost fell asleep. “you’re comfortable, jj.”

he squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself not to leave a trail of kisses from your ear down your neck.

“done,” he said, starting to twirl a few strands as he waited for you to get off of him. “you can sit up now.”

“no,” you shook your head and forced him to lay down, cuddling up to him.

“come on, princess, sit up,” he said, tapping your hip.

“j, i’m comfortable. please?” and for the second time in five minutes, you looked at him with the puppy dog eyes.

he sighed, pushing your head back onto his chest. “remember how john b said you were off limits when you turned 13?”

“yeah? and you said never in a million years would you want me?” you asked.

he winced. he regretted those words every day, wishing he could go back and take them away. “yeah. yeah, that time.”

“what about it?”

“nothing. take a nap, princess. you’ll get even more tan.” he said.

“okay.” you agreed and fell asleep.

* honestly, jj felt like a creep. he’d watched you sleep for at least thirty minutes, but he couldn’t help it. he loved the way your chest rose and fell slowly. but mostly, he loved that you even smiled in your sleep.

jj’s legs were starting to cramp. he couldn’t move without waking you, but he didn’t have a choice. your eyes fluttered open and you turned to him, startled.

“‘m sorry, princess.”

you smiled an ‘it’s okay.’ and sat up. he followed, starting to realize how sweaty he felt. he brushed it off and took a sip from the water bottle that was there.

“jj, that’s mine,” you told him and grabbed it back, drinking it until it was gone.

“someone’s thirsty,” he commentated and jabbed you in the hip.

you giggled, throwing the water bottle at him. “i got to get back to my bracelet,” you said to yourself and went away at knotting .

he watched you contently for five whole minutes before saying, “do you still love the stars?”

you froze. it was something dumb you’d told him when you were eight. you never had expected him to remember, but you nodded. “yeah.”

he grinned, thinking of how cute you would be on a blanket pointing to the little dipper.

“wanna watch them with me tonight?” he asked. he bit his lip, waiting for your answer.

your smile grew wider. “okay.”

he slapped your back, chuckling. “it’s a date then.”

you turned around and have him a thankful look that he wished he could take a picture of in the moment and look at every second of his life.

“jj,” you said, looking past his shoulder. “john b’s back.”

jj would be lying if he said he wasn’t upset. he was bummed that it was no longer the two of you. he was upset that there probably would not be another cuddle session that evening.

to be honest, he’d only realized his feelings for you a few years ago. at least, he’d recognized them. he’d always felt the same about you, but only around three years ago did he realize it was love.

you had loved him knowingly since the first time he held your hand on the way to school while john b walked beside him, defending you from the bigger and meaner kids at school.

you’d always had that puppy love for him.

and he’d always had that puppy love for you.

“right.” jj said back, standing and approaching john b.

he turned around. “stars at my house, okay?”

you smiled and nodded, gripping the grass and ripping a few blades out.

* jj had set out a few pillows and a blanket on the roof of his house. he was quite comfortable on his own, snuggling up into the pillows he slept with every night. he couldn’t get over the fact that soon he would be able to lay his head on a pillow that smelt like you.

after a few minutes of listening to the crickets, he heard footsteps. “jj?”

he sat up and peaked over the edge of the roof. “shh, princess, don’t go inside.”

he watched you look up at him, smiling as you locked eyes with him. your eyes reflected the moon and the stars. they looked no different from how they usually did. well, maybe they did; jj usually saw the whole world in them.

“jj, i can’t get up there,” you whined. he climbed down the ladder and grabbed your hands, smiling at you.

“hi,” he said.

“hi.”

he ordered you to go on his back and you climbed there, fighting your fear of heights. he climbed the ladder with no problem, placing you gently on the fort he’d made. you leaned back and laid down as he laid down next to you.

jj knew how small he made the little circle. he wanted to be as close as possible to you. you loved it, too.

“oh, baby, your ribbon’s all messed up.” jj said, mentally kicking himself for the pet name.

and you mentally kicked yourself for almost fainting at the nickname. he’d never called you that before. “what did you say?”

“i said… i said your ribbon’s all messed up.” jj said nervously.

“before that.”

he hesitated. “baby.”

you squeezed your eyes shut, turning to face him. “i liked it.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

he helped you sit up as you leaned against his chest and he retied your ribbon for the second time today.

“i like your hair like this, baby.” he said, smiling as you shivered at the nickname.

“thank you,” you said, leaning your head into his neck.

he nodded and kissed your forehead.

what are we? he thought, resting his chin on your head.

you were looking at the sky through the side of your eye and you launched your finger out. “venus.”

“what, baby?” he asked, his attention being drawn back to you.

“i can see venus.” you pointed. he followed your gaze but didn’t see anything. he pretended he did.

“very beautiful, princess.” he said. just like you, he thought.

you nodded, turning back to him and reaching into your pocket of the shorts that were under your dress.

you pulled out a yellow chevron bracelet. the one that you had not finished before he left. it warmed his heart to know that you had not stopped thinking about him when he left.

“you got a gift for me, don’t you, routledge?” he asked, not accidentally holding your hand for a little too long when he grabbed it out of your hand.

“like the sunshine,” you told him, pointing to the yellow.

he grinned. “just like the sunshine, princess.”

“i would love some sunshine right now,” you said.

“i have some,” jj blurred out without thinking.

you raised an eyebrow. “how?”

he couldn’t go back now. “in a way, baby, you are my sunshine.”

you grinned, your face lighting up. he knew the sun was your favorite star in the sky ever since you were eight .

“i’m your sunshine?”

“my sunshine.” he told you, cuddling close to you. “if i’m upset, you make me feel better.”

you didn’t even think about it, but you gave him a kiss. on the lips.

it was something you did a lot—kiss him—but it was usually just on the forehead or on the cheek.

he froze. you sat up. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to—”

but he smashed his lips against yours, drowning you in passion and love.

“i love you, baby.” he told you.

“i love you, too, jj,” you said, smiling wide.

“oh and this bracelet reminds me…” he started, reaching into his pocket. he pulled out a neckless. it was made with clay beads, a type of bead you enjoyed.

it was yellow.

“i made it for you.” he told you as he adjusted it onto your neck.

* a/n: so fluffy

part 2? idrk

#jj x reader #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj obx #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #john b #jj maybank x routledge!reader

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starogeorgina · 11 months

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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲

Paring: Aegon II Targaryen x reader

Warnings: None

Chapter: 1.01

“Rhaenyra!” You continue to rapidly bang your fist against the door leading into your elder sister's bedroom. “Rhaenyra, open this door right now!”

You hated her.

“You’re a fucking coward to hide from me!” You didn’t care that your language was unfit for a young lady, a princess; Rhaenyra had cut you deeply, and you wanted to make sure she knew it. “Unlock this door at once!”

You hated her.

“I would have never done this to you,” you sob. “I loved you, Rhaenyra, my big sister. We’re supposed to look out for each other, not... I would never do this. Not to you, never.”

You only stop banging on the door when your fist is pulled back by Ser Criston. “You need to stop before you hurt yourself, princess.”

You knew he was right, but it didn’t stop the anger that was radiating through you. Not only has Rhaenyra humiliated you by sleeping with your husband, she has also given birth to his sons. Three of them. Something you were never even given the chance to do. Your brain comes to a heartbreaking realization, one that makes you want to scream as soon as you think about it. Rhaenyra doesn’t care about you and never did. You feel your knees start to weaken, and your stomach drops. The knight whispers, “I know you’re hurting, princess, but they aren’t worthy of your tears.”

You take a deep breath and wipe your fallen tears away, knowing that he was right. “Thank you, Ser Criston.”

“The queen heard about what happened and would like for you to join her in her quarters. She wishes to offer you her comfort.”

You blink away the tears, your vision becoming more clear, and when it does, you see your husband standing down at the opposite end of the hallway. No doubt he was coming to see her. He was staring at you, looking worried. You feel your heart harden, not wanting to give him or her the satisfaction of seeing you hurt. You push back the sob, desperately wanting to escape your throat. “Ser Criston, do you mind escorting me to the queen's chambers?”

“Of course, princess.”

—

“How could she betray me in such a way?”

Alicent wraps her around your shoulder; she seems genuinely concerned about you. You had managed to maintain a smidgen of your dignity by holding your head high as you walked through the castle, ignoring all the side-eye glances and whispers going on around you. One of Alicent’s ladies-in-waiting brings in a tray of tea that’s supposed to help calm nerves.

“Prin-”

“Y/N,” you correct with a weak smile.

Lord Strong nods, “Y/N, I am ashamed to admit that rumors of my brother's betrayal had reached me long ago, but I assumed there was no truth to it. It wasn’t until I learned about the incident in the training yard this morning that I came to realize it was true.”

You had spent the last year defending Rhaenyra and Harwin, insisting that Jacaerys and Lucerys weren’t fathered by your husband before you were married. Because of your age, you had yet to lay with Harwin, and you thought if he was going to stray, it would be in the streets of silk, not with your own flesh and blood.

“She swore to me in our mothers names that they were Ser Lenors true-born sons. How could I have been so foolish?”

“You aren’t foolish, my sweet.” Alicent picks up a cup of tea and hands it to you, giving you a sympathetic look as she notices your hands trembling. “You have been deceived, and I can only imagine what Viserys will have to say when he finds out.”

You shake your head. It was widely known that Rhaenyra was your father's favorite, and learning what she was really like could be the thing that breaks him. “My love for my father is the only thing keeping me quiet. He is sick; finding out the truth about what Rhaenyra has done might be the thing that kills him, and I do not want him to suffer. If I’m being honest, I don’t know what to do.”

“I find that praying helps me find clarity and reassurance. I pray to the mother nightly; you can join me if you wish.”

“Perhaps I should pray to the warrior as well as the mother.” You chuckle lightly. “I could really use the gods' strength and courage."

—

After visiting the sept the night previously, the queen had arranged for you to stay in a separate bedchamber for the night since your quarter was beside Rhaenyra’s.

In the morning, Ser Criston escorted you back to your quarters; with him by your side, nobody dared approach you. The knight made pleasant small talk and even managed to make you laugh. When you reach your quarters, you thank him before walking into your bedchamber. You sit down at your vanity and begin to unbraid your hair, only stopping when you hear the door opening.

“Flora?” You call out, hoping to see your lady in waiting, who has become a close friend over the years. “Flora, is that you?”

When you turn around, you’re stunned to see Rhaenyra and Harwin. At first, you were afraid that the sight of them would upset you, but now, as you sit in front of them, all you feel is anger.

You say nothing; you turn your back on them and shift your attention to taking the remainder of your braids out. You push down the lump forming in your throat when Rhaenyra kneels down beside you with tears in her eyes. You pretend she isn’t even there and get up to go pick a dress to wear once you are bathed.

“Y/n! Y/n, please,” Rhaenyra begs. “It happened before you were betrothed! I never wanted you to find out like this. Sister, please! Just let me explain!”

You had fully intended to continue giving her the cold shoulder, but hearing the word sister caused you to snap. You can’t believe she had the nerve to call you that. You spin around fast, and your expression pulls into one of anger and hurt as you snap, “Don’t call me that again.”

Rhaenyra steps back as if you’d struck her.

Harwin says, “I am sincerely sorry for betraying your trust.”

You scoff, annoyed that he seems upset when it’s you that should be hurt by his dishonorable actions. “Until such a time that I am of age to perform my duty as princess and your wife, I don’t think we need to speak again.”

“Princess…”

“You may leave, Ser Harwin.”

When the knight leaves, you turn to face your sister, whose eyes were bloodshot from crying, which angers you further. “Since the day Jace was born, I have loved him; the same is true of Luke. You’ve watched me play with them and sing to them. I’ve basically grown up with them, and not once did you ever think to tell me they were fathered by Harwin.”

“I tried to spare you the pain of knowing the truth.”

You can’t help the laugh that slips past your lips. “You must really hate me.”

She squeezes her eyes shut as more tears roll down her cheeks. “I love you.”

“No, you don’t. I’ve always looked up to you; I wanted to be just like you. My perfect big sister.” You shake your head, backing away from her slightly when she reaches for you. “Do not touch me.”

“When father told me about his plans for you and Harwin to wed, I tried to stop the betrothal; I really did.”

“I believe you,” you say, wiping away more fallen tears. You hardly knew Harwin; he would occasionally accompany you on walks around the garden, and nothing more than a kiss on the back of the hand was shared between you, but he was still your husband. “Both Jacaerys and Lucerys were born before the betrothal; I would have easily looked past that and done everything I could to help protect them. But Joffrey, he’s only a few days old. Even after I married Harwin, you continued to have an affair with him.”

You see guilt pass over her features before she drops her gaze to the floor and says, “I’m sorry.”

“I still love my nephews; that will never change, but I can’t be around them right now. Not after knowing what I know, it will just be a constant reminder."

“Of my betrayal.” Rhaenyra takes a deep breath; red patches have appeared across her neck and chest. “I hope one day you can forgive me.”

When Rhaenyra leaves the room, you throw yourself onto your bed, pull your pillow to your face, and sob into it. This was too much pressure for a girl of one and five to bear.

When someone knocks at your door, you groan a little, assuming Harwin or Rhaenyra had come back. “Go away,” you mumble into your pillow. You lift your head to tell them to go away, but change your mind when you see who it is “Aegon, what are you doing here?”

He avoids looking you in the eye and shrugs. “My mother said you were upset.”

“So you came to check on me?”

You weren’t much older than Aegon; before you had even celebrated your first name day, your father had remarried, and Queen Alicent was pregnant. You were surprised to see Aegon, considering he didn’t spend much time with any of your siblings.

He rolls his eyes and says, “No.”

“Oh, then what are you doing here?”

“Wanted to know if you’d like to go dragon riding together.”

You smile and say, “Sure, that sounds like fun.”

Aegon on Sunfyre and you on Ghost were exactly what you needed to take your mind off everything else that was going on.

#house of the dragon #aegon ii targaryen x female reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x you #aegon ii targaryen fanfiction #Aegon II Targaryen/you #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #aegon targaryen fanfic #aegon targaryen x you #aegon ii fic #ghosts in the sky #aegon targaryen x targaryen!reader #aegon ii targaryen fanfic #aegon ii x y/n #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader

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secriden · 16 days

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so @rayandgay's gifset of mahasamut slipping the leash got me thinking and...

one thing that makes jak such a well written villain is how quickly our perception (of jak) as the audience shifts in this moment and how utterly believable that is.

jak is honed in on tongrak throughout the scene, even when mahasamut gets up, you see jak is focused fully on tongrak and doesn't even glance at mahasamut until he's grabbed and decked in the face. and at that point all he seems to register is shock.

perhaps its blind arrogance or his obsession with controlling tongrak, but jak doesn't actually seem that...smart? like, this is after he's sent 2 goons to beat up/kill mahasamut and they came crawling back severely beaten up themselves, so he should really have been expecting mahasamut to be a physical threat.

but also, it helps us as the audience understand and empathise with the hold jak has over tongrak. because jak has devoted time and effort to creating this larger-than-life perception of control, power, and ability to harm and/or destroy the things and people tongrak loves. tongrak cannot even perceive his own father's weakness at this point. manipulation is what jak's actually good at.

but then, it's also why his control over tongrak finally breaks here because mahasamut manages to show tongrak just how weak jak really is.

and we as the viewer experience the same flip in perception as tongrak does! prior to this moment, the show really makes it seem that jak is going to be this huge threat, this big looming final boss that they have to fight to get their happily ever after. in the scene with prin, it feels like he's the mastermind behind her. like she's supplying the money but the true brains behind the encroaching threat to our lovers is jak. it helps that jak is physically terrifying cuz he towers over everyone else in the cast.

but in the confrontation all it takes is 2 punches for him to go from threats to begging. he's begging after 1 punch, and barely takes 2 the entire scene to be rendered out of commission.

(this is not a flattering screenshot of jak and i do NOT care)

we go on the same journey as tongrak does in this moment: "is this it? is this really the larger than life man? this!? could it be that this man was nothing more than a pathetic opportunist who got his hooks into a child and has been using that to maintain his control this entire time? could it be that he only seemed so strong before because he was an adult who took his strength out on a child?"

jak's written this way to get us to understand tongrak better because we as an audience have been taken in that same emotional journey. we, too, are fooled by jak's looming presence and vague threats and lies. but we are also released from the hold by mahasamut's actions. we see jak for what he truly is (a sad, pathetic excuse of a man who had a golden opportunity and took it) and that sets us up to understand tongrak's journey (and it was a journey; its implied by the multiple flashbacks and tongrak's name that his mom tried for several years after he was born to keep jak around - so tongrak had jak's cruelty and physical violence and probably verbal snide remarks for years). it's why tongrak takes episode 10 to finally be free. its why we love tongrak so much, because mame helps us relate to him and how desperately he needed to be set free. and mame gives tongrak (and us) that with mahasamut. <3

#love sea #love sea the series #love sea the series meta #mutrak #rakmut #tongrak #mahasamut #tongrak x mahasamut #someone said once how well mame writes characters who are /meant to be together/ and i think this is part of how mame does it #rambles about shows i'm watching

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plooto · 1 year

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⋆·˚ ༘ * blinker fluid . ft. katsuki bakugo

synopsis . all he ever did was use you, why can’t you see that?!

warnings . nsfw . pining , childhood friends to lovers ! au , aged up ! au , quirkless ! au , toxic ! cheater ! kirishima is an ahole ( sorry not sorry ) , ( ooc katsuki ? , ) cursing , crying !! , cheating !! , more than friend ! bakugo , tons of emotion , slight overuse of pet names , piv sex , fingering , body worship , size kink if you squint , multiple orgasms , slight breeding kink , clingy ! small ! slight bimbo ! reader , slight possessiveness at the end.

words . 6k

notes . 6k i think is my longest yet.. thank you guys for all your support !

“ katsuki! you were right! ” you rushed up to him. sparing you an uninterested glance and a half hearted laugh,

“ i’m always right, what this time? ” you shook his arm,

“ c’mon kats, i’m your favorite person! the least you could do is pretend to be excited when i am.. ” he fully turned to you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, playful smile on his face.

“ tell me then, what’s got you so excited? ” you take a moment, eyes widening at his undivided attention. you open your mouth, your heart beating hard in your head brought you back to reality.

“ k- kiri likes me! you were right, he’s taking me on a date tomorrow night. ” the soft smile that once graced his featured disappearing. he stayed looking at you, heart growing heavy, waiting for you to say something, waiting for you to discredit yourself, to say something, anything.

“ why aren’t you saying anything? ” he blinked once, then twice. recentering himself in the position that he put himself in. your smile faded, being replaced with worry.

“ good for you, yn ” he nodded, you smiled and looked at your phone before saying that you were running late.

“ good for you.. ” he said bitterly. this time he knew it was to convince himself.

he thought to himself, trying to figure out when these dammed feelings started to arise.

“ eiji! do you want to go to the store with me? ” you asked, double checking the shopping list you made on your phone.

“ go by yourself, pretty, i have to finish some things here. ” you nodded, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“ do you want me to pick anything up from the store for you? ” you asked, placing an small hand on his arm. which he lifted and rubbed the back of his head, thinking,

“ uh, yeah could you stop at that store i always like and pick something up for desert? ” you nodded writing it down. he looked down at his phone, getting a message. “ oh, also some blinker fluid, i checked your car this morning and it’s low. ” you nodded again, picking up your keys and waved bye to eiji.

it was taking you forever, time you didn’t have. you still had to run to kiri’s store and get his desert for him and make dinner when you got back but you couldn’t find the blinker fluid for your car. remembering that your boyfriend had things to do you pressed some buttons on your phone to call katsuki instead. not even two rings later, he answered,

“ what do you want? ” you heard his gruff voice, you felt your face flush and then nervous from being lost in the store that you spend the most of your time in.

“ um, i need help ” you confessed, the next moment was filled with objects shuffling and keys jingling.

“ where are you ” you stuttered for a moment,

“ i’m at the store..i can’t find this thing for my car. ” you explain, everything on the other end of the phone coming to a halt. “ katsuki? ”

“ what are you looking for.. ” he asked, the tone in his voice made you nervous

“ um..blinker fluid? ” you heard the door slam shut, but no outdoor noises.

“ hah?? ” you looked around the automotive section frustrated, a hand running through your hair.

“ prin- how long have you been looking for it? ” you checked the time, distressed from how long you’ve been in this store,

“ um, almost an hour.. ” you hear something break in the background, “ kats? what’s wrong? ”

“ you’ve been played sweetheart. there’s no such thing as blinker fluid. ” you feel the muscles in your face release, but your eyebrows never giving way.

“ w- what? ” you tilt your head to the side,

“ shitty hair lied to you yn, i’m on the way just stay there. ” you mumbled a small ‘okay’ and waited in the store,

katsuki made it to the store in nearly record time, probably breaking every driving law in the book.

“ i can’t believe you fell for that, ” he huffed, you chalked it up as fatigue from running. you pouted at him, watching as he shook his head and used a large hand to push the hair off his sweaty face, followed with pulling the hem of his shirt up to wipe his face, giving you a clear view of his chiseled abdomen that he’s been working on since middle school. you looked away embarrassed that you were staring at another man, nonetheless the best friend of your long term boyfriend..

“ blinker fluid ” he scoffs, looking around before looking back down at you, “ why’d you call me instead of your boyfriend? ” he asked,

“ he said he had to do some things, so i didn’t want to bother him.. ” you tell him, a softer pout following.

“ call him. ” he told you, your head whips to look up at him,

“ wh- i just told you he said he would be bus- ”

“ call. him. ” he said, narrowing his eyes at you, you gave him the meanest glare you could muster before listening. you pull out your phone and click the call button,

“ speaker. ” you looked up at him and pressed the button, letting out a breath before he answered.

“ yn, what is it? ” he’s out of breath, you bring the phone closer so you don’t have to yell,

“ um i couldn’t find the thing you told me.. ” you said trying to hear what he was doing in the background,

“ huh? ask one of the fuck, ask one of the employees, i have to shit, i have to go. ” he doesn’t wait for a response before he hangs up

“ see? busy. ” you say waving your phone as if he didn’t just hear it for himself. his arms are around his chest now, an unfamiliar look on his face, “ what is it? why are you looking at me like that ” you tilt your head to the side

“ eiji is a good man, he loves me. ”

“ all he ever did was use you, why can’t you see that? he’s cheating on you, yn. ” your eyebrows pull together, confused you take a step back.

“ what? n- no,..he was probably working out. ”

“ i’ve worked out with him before, that ” he points to the phone, “ was not working out. ” you let out a half laugh, but he wasn’t amused.

“ that’s not funny katsuki.. ” he didn’t say anything, just looked at you, and finally it hit you:

he wasn’t joking.

your heart sped up, creeping up to your throat, you felt your throat close,

“ check his location, he doesn’t have work out equipment at home right? ” you shook your head. you unlocked your phone again, going to his location and seeing he was still at home.

“ no..he loves me, he- he wouldn’t ” you shook your head, shaking out the heart aching thoughts that plagued your mind. hands made it to your shoulder and you looked up at katsuki. he lifts his hand and you flinch, he pauses before wiping the tears streaming down your face

“ finish your shopping, and i’ll drive you. ” you shook your head, finally lifting your hand to wipe your tear clad face.

“ it’s okay, i- i can do it alone..thanks for helping kats. ” he scans your face, your warm puffy face.

“ yn.. ” you give him a smile before pulling your shopping list off and crossing out blinker fluid out,

“ thank you for your help katuki, but i still have dinner to make.. ” you told him, giving him a hug before going about your day.

‘ i shouldn’t have told her.. ’ katsuki thought to himself, ‘ at least she knows now.. ’ you walked away from him, hand coming up to wipe the tears still staining your face. and he just watched. that was all he did, for the past three years all he’s done is watch as you got hurt over and over again.

you knew he could be cheating on you, you’ve known for too long, but he’s so sweet to you you couldn’t think it possible.

“ i’m home. ” you said, placing the groceries down and taking your shoes off. kirishima comes to you from the table, placing a kiss on your cheek,

“ did you find everything? ” you looked up at him, remembering what happened in the store. you smiled,

“ i tried, the employee said someone bought the last jug of the uh, blinker fluid. ” he nodded, patting your head and taking the bags from you,

“ i ordered some takeout, i’m kind of tired and i have to get up early tomorrow. ” you pursed your lips together.

“ oh..um okay.. ” you walked with him to his kitchen and out up the groceries as he plopped on the couch, engrossed with whatever was going on in his phone.

“ i’m going to jump in the shower, call me when the food gets here? ” you nodded giving him a small smile and turning to the groceries. once the bathroom door shut and the water came on you leaned against the counter, feeling numb from everything that took place today. you quickly put up the rest of the groceries and made your way to his bedroom. you both had your own place, but you tended to crash at his place more often than you were at your own.

you found yourself walking to the bedroom, his phone on the charger as he showered. you fought with yourself, trying to convince him to leave his phone alone. that you trusted him and he loved you and wouldn’t do a thing to hurt you.

his phone buzzed.

you lost the battle with yourself. you sat down and pulled his phone to your chest. you knew his password, he hasn’t changed it in years..you typed in the day you guys started dating and read the newest message

ashido : i had fun tonight, can’t wait to see you again <3

your heart dropped, creating an empty space where it used to be. you opened the message and scrolled, finding a message asking if she could come over around the time you were leaving for the grocery store.

you shook your head, it just had to be true, didn’t it?

you heard the shower turn off and you were brought back to the situation. marking the last message as unread and closed the app before going to photos to scroll for something to cover up.

“ sweetness? what ya doin over there? ” you looked up at him, a smile gracing your face,

“ i was looking for that photo i asked you to delete of me the other day, the one with noodles shooting out of my nose? ” you giggled, seeing him smile after you,

“ i couldn’t delete that one, that’s one of my favourites! ” he joked, you shook your head, locking his phone and hearing the doorbell ring,

“ oh that must be the food. ” he said,

“ get dressed, i’ll get it. ” you walked out and opened the door, giving the driver a tip before locking the door back.

the next day, kiri said that he had to stay late for this new proposal that his bosses have assigned to him.

he told you to not wait up for him, indicating that he’s going to be home really late, or not at all.

it was already late and you were tired of sitting at home, doing nothing. you still had a good amount of energy that you haven’t used, so you grabbed your keys and went to get takeout, opting to go to bakugo’s.

you called and asked what he wanted and then made your way to his place.

“ why do you drive so slow? ” you shrugged not looking to entertain his smart mouth. he shifted to give you room to walk in with the takeout. the two of you settled in his couch, watching a show you’ve been dying to watch. stuffing your face you watched as the two main characters finally confessed their feelings that they’ve had for each other since high school with interest.

beside you, katsuki looked down at you, feeling the utmost domestic in this moment with you. you leaned forward to grab your drink and you leaned too far, loosing your balance. katsuki’s arms reached out and looped around your waist, pulling you back, you landing on his side.

“ thank you, ”

“ hold yourself up dumbass. ” but the notion of letting you go went right over his head, you looked up at him, through your lashes. his eyes glanced down at your lips, and for a fraction of a second he knew this was a bad idea, but only for a fraction. one of his hands moved to cup your cheek and he leaned down to you, connecting your lips in a chaste kiss. it was short but you felt every bit of it, his lips were soft and his hands gentle as the arm around your waist pulled you closer ever so slightly. you parted, his eyes searching yours for any disagreement, any sign to tell him to stop.

there wasn’t.

in an instant he pulled you to straddle his lap, arm pulling you flush against him, leaning in to close the all too large gap between you he captured your lips in a fiery kiss. a kiss that told all his underlying feelings for you. all that he wanted to confess to you. how he loved the way your eyes sparkle when you talked about your stupid animal crossing island, or when you threw your head back way too far while laughing. he pulled you even closer, as if you were not chest to chest already. katsuki’s brows knit together, focused on feeling every inch of you through the passionate kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hand falling down to your hip, pushing and pulling you on his lap, breathless you pull away from him and he turns his attention to your unmarked collarbone, but not before leaving gentle but passion filled kisses down your neck, goosebumps trailing behind him. you gripped his shirt, a soft moan falling from your pretty lips. finding the spot that makes your knees weak he pulls you up higher, brushing your clothed sex over his.

“ katsuki~ ” you whine, he freezes,

‘ what the hell did he just do. ’ he curses at himself as he pulls away, hands coming off of you as if you burned him. you sat on his lap dumbfounded, body on fire from the heated session you just took part in. your chest rose and fell quickly, much faster than it was before. he couldn’t bring his eyes to meet yours, as much as he wanted to continue, to show you all the pent up feelings he had for you, he couldn’t. he reached up to pull your arms from around his neck and held your wrists in between you two, effectively putting some distance between the you of two.

“ i think you should go home. ” he said hoarsely, as if he didn’t want to say it. you blinked, a wave of hurt taking the place of bliss that had entranced you just moments ago.

“ w- what? ” you voice was nearly nonexistent. you lifted your hand towards him, to see his face but his hand shot out to grab yours,

“ leave yn..before we make another mistake, ” before i make another mistake. he turned to you, revealing his vermilion hues, ones that no longer held the hunger he just displayed to you. you sat back, looking down before taking a breath and getting off his lap, nearly falling from your knees being in such an awkward position for so long.

he didn’t spare you another glance, hand coming up to cover his burning cheeks. you took one last look at him before making yourself scarce to your childhood friend.

you stayed at your own apartment that night, putting your phone on the charger before shutting it down. your heart pounded in your chest, the heat of bakugo still lingering after the drive..you pressed a finger to your lips, puffed and swollen. you pulled the covers up to your chin, curling into a ball before taking the long path to sleep.

you woke up late, assuming so from the positioning of the sun in your window. you turned to lay flat on your back, stretching from being balled up all night. you let out a sigh, the scenes of last night pouring back into your mind. you sat up quickly, regretting the quick action immediately. you held your head as you reached over to grab your phone. turning it on you found messages from your boyfriend and one missed call from bakugo.

you ignored the missed call and opened the messages from your boyfriend.

my heart : hey are you okay?

my heart : call me when you see this

my heart : i’m going to bed, love you.

you shook your head as you read the messages over.

“ i really am blind. ” thinking back to his lax attitude when you were on his phone, as if he was not committing infidelity in your bed hours earlier. you were one to talk, weren’t you? making out with his best friend with no intention of stopping.. you sighed, taking a shower and getting dressed to go to kirishima’s. you unlocked the door, opening your mouth to greet him when you realized a pair of shoes you didn’t recognize in your spot. closing your mouth you tucked your keys into your purse, setting your purse down on the table by the door and silently sliding your shoes off. you walked around for a moment, not before you heard a grunt from the bedroom.

your heart pounded, almost too hard, you were sure he would hear it if you opened your mouth even a little. you made your way to the bedroom, the shaking bedframe becoming louder by the second. you wanted to walk out, pretend you never came here, pretend you were still in bed and didn’t get up until the sun went down, but you couldn’t..you didn’t want to, as much as you wanted to run away you didn’t.

you pushed the door open, the lewd sounds reached you first, your eyes falling behind to adjust to the darkness of the room. the scene playing out in front of you was suffocating, watching your long term boyfriend pressed up against another in the most intimate way. loosing your grip on the doorknob, the light from the living room alerted the two,

“ oh fuck, yn! ” the pink haired girl didn’t scream, didn’t bother pulling the covers to cover herself, just smirked at you. kirishima stumbled, tripping over the covers to pull his boxers up his thighs. you stared blankly, you mind telling your body to turn and leave, with droopy eyes, you made your way to your shoes and slid them on, hurried footsteps behind you.

“ yn wait, i promise i can explain. ” you snapped out of your trance, you turned to him, tears starting to form,

“ explain what kirishima? ” you said, shrugging at him, eyebrows pulled in defeatedly. you waited for some excuse or lie to come out of his mouth,

“ well? say something. yell, scream, say something! anything dammit! ” you pleaded for him to say something to make you think that he wasn’t as bad as he made himself out to be, anything at all.. tears flowing freely now, your throat closed tighter and tighter the longer you were in his presence.

you hiccuped, looking past him to see the girl he was just balls deep in.

“ sorry to interrupt. ” you barely made out. the overwhelming feeling of rue washing over you. you turned back to kirishima, raising a heavy arm to gesture to the girl leaning against the bedroom door “ someone’s waiting for you.. ” you added heavy-heartedly. kirishima hung his head, sweat dropping down from his forehead. turning around you pulled on the door handle and shut it behind you. you got in your car, turned it over and ignored the figure of kirishima in your rear-view mirror.

you didn’t know where you drove to, your limbs knew where to go and you were just along for the ride.. you made it to your destination and got out, barely remembering to lock your car and started walking.

you weren’t sure when it started raining but when the cold sky water began to seep through your jacket you finally felt all of the emotions you were trying to block out.

as every rain drop hit you, two tears came in their place, your lip trembled. you shook your head, trying to fight it, you couldn’t. your chest heaved, breaths becoming shorter and shorter, your legs gave out from under you, knees slamming to the ground you screamed. trying to let it out, let out everything that has went wrong, everything you realized wasn’t as it seemed: when he’d stay out later than before, when he stopped showing you affection, when he stopped being your boyfriend..

eyes blurry you picked up your phone, not being able to see you held the power button, telling your phone a short task.

watching some random videos on youtube as he ate his favorite spicy noodles, his phone rang. seeing your name pop up he finished chewing his noodles

“ katsukii ” you cried on the other side of the phone,

“ yn? ” there’s a pause, it’s raining and your breathing erratically,

“ kat- he- i- it hurts.. ” you wailed, he balled his hands into a fist.

“ where are you? ” no response, “ stay there, i’ll find you, okay? ” he grabs his keys and a jacket for you and rushed to his car, sliding away from the call screen to maps. you managed to share your location with him, coughing and sneezing as he drove with white knuckles around the steering wheel.

putting the car in park he ran to where you map marker was and saw you, cursing he kneeled down to you, placing a warm hand on your cold cheek, he took his jacket and draped it over you,

“ hang onto me, okay? ” feeling your weak nod he lifted your arm over his shoulder and hooking the other under your knees, he lifted you up with ease. settling you into the passenger seat of his car he buckled your seatbelt and taking off your wet jacket, he places his jacket more comfortably around your shoulders. getting in the driver seat he turned up the heat.

arriving back to his house, he helps you out of the vehicle. he brought you to his room, stepping out after giving you some sweatpants with a warm hoodie as he warmed up a towel for you. you stood in the middle of the room, arms by your side, not in the sleeves. he took your hair and wrapped the towel around it, the warmth snapping you out of your daze, helping him slide your arms through the sleeves. leading you to the kitchen he turned to you,

“ do you want something to eat? ” you shook your head slowly, he sighs, resting a hand on the now damp towel.

“ i’m going to make you something to eat. ” lifting you to place you on the counter. you numbly watch him move around the kitchen, picking up various pots and ingredients.

“ katsuki.. ” you muttered, wiping your face with your fingers, he turned and look at you and you pushed yourself off the counter, and walked to him. he looked down at you quizzically and you ignored it, you tried to stop the tears falling from your eyes but they wouldn’t. you wrap your arms around him and just let it out. bakugo looks down at you, frozen unaware of what to do. he pulls his arms out of your grasp, heart hammering in his chest, and wraps them around your waist.

“ it’s okay, let it out. ” he runs a hand up and down your back, opting to make you something when you calmed down, he lifted you into his arms, taking you back to his room. he looked down at you, your cheek against his shoulder, eyebrows relaxed, and lips lightly parted. he kneeled down on his bed, placing you as gently as he could before lifting the covers over you, taking the towel from around your head. hearing your breathing slow, soft snores took the place of hiccups and ragged breaths. he sighed, getting up to clean up his kitchen he felt your hand grab his,

“ don’t leave me, ” your lip quivered, he bit his lip going to tell you he’d be right back, “ please, don’t leave me.. ” he gave in,

“ alright pretty. ” you dropped his hand and he walked to the other side of the bed, relieving himself of his outside clothes and putting on a pair of shorts and a tshirt. pulling the covers back just enough for him to climb in, he settled in next to you.

his arms came to engulf you, turning you over to rest your head on his chest, rubbing your back as he did before. your soft sniffles fill the quietness of the room.

“ you feeling better pretty girl? ” he felt you nod into his chest, cuddling closer to him. “ are you comfortable? ” you didn’t reply, just shifted your legs, taking the hand from your back, he lifted your leg to rest over his hip. you sighed contentedly, as he pushed a warm hand under his hoodie, resting it on your back. you shifted, getting uncomfortable again,

“ what’s wrong? ” you wanted to shake your head, tell him nothing, but bakugo knew you better than that. you bit your lip before pulling your leg off of his, turning around, holding onto his fingers. he laid still, waiting for you to position yourself before wrapping an arm around your middle.

“ i’m good now.. ” you mumbled. he hummed, closing his eyes and he gently pulled you into him.

you couldn’t sleep, today being way more eventful than you wished, so many moments, so many feelings you wished you’d forget.

“ you’re still up, ” you felt his voice rumble your body.

“ i- can’t sleep. ” you mumbled,

“ hm, ” he slipped his hand under the hoodie once more, pulling you flush to him. the hand resting on your stomach glided over your soft skin gently, wrapping around you fully, he placed a kiss behind your ear, your hair now dry. he kisses lower, finding your sweet spot like muscle memory, drawing a sweet moan from your lips.

“ tell me to stop princess, tell me to stop or i- ”

“ please, katuski.. ” you begged, turning to him and resting a hand on his jaw, the fresh stubble tickling your palm.

“ fuck. ” he cursed, pulling you close and locking your lips together. biting on your bottom lip you hesitated before opening your lips to allow him in. as his tongue explored you, his hands began to wander, going lower to grope at anything he could reach.

a sting of curses fall through his pretty lips and you open your eyes to lock with his. lips parted, allowing more air through as you breathed heavily. you leaned up to him but he pulled back, you pulled back to, wanting to apologize, that you didn’t mean to go so fast.

“ let me appreciate you, doll. ” he said, laying you flat on your back and softly stripping you of the clothes he let you borrow. without another moment, he peppered kisses down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you squirmed, pulling him up by his shoulders to connect your lips again.

“ fuck..the things you do to me ” his hand trails down your body, slotting himself between your legs.

as his hand slid over your hips, he rests his thumb on your bundle of nerves, rubbing gentle circles on it. watching you face crunch up, he leans down to suck bruising marks on your supple skin, anywhere his mouth could reach. your fingers wrapped around the hem of his shirt, tugging on it, he pulls is over his head, sitting back on his heels. you sat up with him.

running your hands over his structured chest, you planted soft kisses down his torso.

“ you’re gorgeous katsuki.. ” you mumbled against one of his pecs, looking up at him through your lashes. he groaned, reaching behind you to unclip your bra, watching it slide off your shoulders before laying you down. he pulled back to free himself of his shorts before helping you out of your underwear.

turning his affection towards you, he captured your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, fondling the other. you ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it every so slightly. releasing your nipple, he goes on to leave more love marks along your skin,

“ katsu..please s- stop teasing~ ” you whined, engulfing him in a heart stoping kiss.

“ what princess wants, princess shall get” he mumbled against your lips, “ i wanted to take it slow, but- can’t deny my pretty girl “ he spoke gently. stripping the both of you of your last articles of clothing left he pushed middle finger into your warmth, his ring finger soon following. a few quick thrusts of his hand and he already found and was abusing the spot that made you see stars. sucking one more hickey into your collarbone, katsuki let his tongue glide down your body, all the way down to where his hand met with your warm sopping hole.

“ you’re so wet for me pretty girl. ” you whined, grinding down on his hand as you ached for more. it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough..

“ more katsu, please. ” you moaned oh so sweetly. he groaned at the sound of his name falling from your lips, cursing, he moved off you, tugging his bottoms off in one swift motion, using the slick from you to rub on his dick. you watched him intently, sitting up while reaching for his member, he took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. the gesture enough to make your heart swell and bring tears to your eyes.

“ tonight’s about you baby, ” he muttered, leaning down to press kisses to the shell of your ear. rubbing the bulbous tip of his cock rub against your clit he draw another moan from your sweet lips, “ let me take care of you ” he whispered and you bit your lip, trying to hold the sinful noises back. katsuki pulled back a smidge, lining up with your entrance,

“ take a breath for me. ” and you did, with that, he pushed inside your heat ever so gently. you both moaned, and he captured your lips in his, swallowing any further noises from you as he pushed deeper inside you, you pulled away from him, pushing your head further into the pillow. you pulled your lips between your teeth, trying not to cry out from your cunt stretching to accommodate the sheer size of bakugo. peppering kisses along your cheeks, ending on your eyelids he tucked his flushed face into your shoulder as be bottomed out.

“ fuck you’re so tight.. ” he groaned, his thumb seeking purchase on your bundle of nerves. you cursed, his name falling from your lips as you clenched around him, he pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip in before pushing back into you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head,

“ feels so good~ ” you mewled. his forehead dropped into the crook of your neck, panting heavily.

“ fuck, i can’t- shit.. ” he pulled back, watching as he pulled out, a line of your arousal forming at the base of his cock. the sight nearly undoing him on the spot, he pushed back into you, circling your clit faster. you squeezed around him tighter,

“ oh~ katsuki, i- i’m ” he sped up his pace ever so slightly, watching your facial expressions as he angled his hips to hit the sweet spot inside you. your mouth opened but no sound came out,

“ come on baby, give it to me ” your body listened. clenching down on him like a vice, his hips stuttered as he fucked your through your first orgasm. slowing down to give you room to get your breath you pulled him by his shoulders for a seering kiss. he thrusted into you, more needy, wanting more of those pretty little sounds to leave your lips. he fucked into you as if it was the last thing he would do. aching with pure need your cunt pulls him in deeper, kissing all the right places you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter. moaning into his mouth, you scratch against his back, leaving red marks as you go. he groaned into you , pulling from you to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed as the feeling of you engulfed him in pure ecstasy.

“ fuck i’m close..you gonna cum with me pretty girl? ” you nodded mindlessly, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. you’re driving him crazy, the sounds of your body reacting to him, the feeling of you against him, it was nearly too much. wrapping his arm around your shoulders he coaxes another orgasm from you. eyes seeing stars, your nails dig into his biceps.

“ katsuki!! ” your orgasm hits you hard, tumbling over the edge head first you see white.

“ fuck. ” a few more thrusts and he was joining you at that cliff, pushing himself over to meet you he stills, blowing his load deep into you. your chest heaves, body shaking as he coats your walls with his seed. he presses his forehead against yours, eyes closed as you both breathed in the passionate air that settled around the two of you. pulling out of you, you whined. he hovered above you, letting air back into your lungs.

“ i’m going to get you some water, stay up for a little bit longer. ” you shook your head, not wanting him to leave your side.

“ stay..please.. ” he nodded, pressing a kiss to your hairline, he whispered:

“ okay ” he found your underwear somewhere strewn next to the bed and pulled it up your legs, making sure his load was secure. finding his and tucking his member into his boxers he pulled the covers up to your hips as you cuddled into his chest. he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you flush against his.

“ mine ” he growled lowly, you smiled gently,

“ yours.. ” you mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut.

not uttering another word, he watched as you peacefully lulled off to sleep, falling into a deep peaceful slumber. nothing could ruin this moment, the girl of his literal dreams asleep in his arms after a long night together.

but something could, and it did. it was your phone ringing. groaning he shifted to turn it off, but not before looking at the caller id.

hearts and an e. kirishima. he didn’t think twice about how this would sever the life long friendship with the red haired fool before answering.

“ yn baby! ” he shouted,

“ if you want to wake her up again go right ahead, just know i have to work in the morning and i would kill you. ” he said, vermillion eyes narrowing at the phone.

“ b- bakugo?! ” he grinned, finally realizing what’s happening. with his other hand he gently rubbed your back, hoping that the yelling from the phone would not wake you. not even a little bit.

“ that’s right. now you delete her number, i’ll text you when i can come get her stuff, don’t ever call her again. and i so much as feel you thinking of her, i’ll end you. ” with that he hung up the phone and shut it down.

he would protect you.

his perfect girl.

published . august 28 , 2023

#kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #mha smut #kirishima eijiro x reader #mha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #bnha eijiro kirishima #bakugo x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo #bakugo smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha katsuki bakugou #tteokbokki 🌶️ // spicy #. character // katsuki bakugo #. character // eijirou kirishima

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babyangelsky · 3 months

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My Favorite Expressions in Love Sea Ep. 5

I love this show and everyone in it so so much. I know it's going to hurt me at some point but I don't even care because right now it is giving me absolutely everything I want.

Peat Wasuthorn Chaijindar, I truly and genuinely love every single thing you do with your face.

Also! If anyone would like to be tagged in these posts every week, do let me know!

I'll say it again: one of these men does not yet realize what they signed up for and it is not Mahasamut.

Tongrak is a prickly little cactus but he does care for Mut, and I love that he got to see Tongrak get worked up on his behalf.

Hearing Vivi say her name like that shorted a circuit in my frazzled girly Mook's brain.

And Vivi knows it.

I do love Vivi. I especially love the way she looks at Mook when she's venting. She may be a menace, her strategies may be unhinged, and she may like teasing Mook a little too much, but there's so much fondness in her expression when she's with Mook. She never interrupts, she just loves listening to that girl regardless of what Mook is saying.

Also shout out to the craft services auntie who heard Mook venting and brought her a treat. I would've done the same.

"I want to take care of your life," Mut says, stopping Tongrak's annoyance dead in its tracks. Mut's sweetness and earnestness are so disarming for Tongrak and I love the little moments where we get to see it.

"Let me take care of you." I wonder if anyone has ever said that to Tongrak and meant it.

However, I will be taking that "old-timer" personally, Mut. Tongrak and I are NOT OLD.

VIVI LOVES THAT GIRL. Mook could read her the dictionary and she would be enthralled by her voice the whole time and I will be dying on this hill.

"You don't even like women." Kaimook. Be so serious right now. Look at the way she looks at you! I refuse to allow you to join me in the circus, there will be no clown behavior from you, miss ma'am.

I am so very familiar with this look. I'm sure it's been on my face for at least half my life. It's the sort of profound exhaustion only someone with a difficult family understands. Your whole day is about to be ruined by a battle you don't want with a person you despise but not fighting it is not an option. I both love and hate how dead Peat's gaze managed to be because it hit so close to home.

911, yes hello, I would like to report an imminent murder.

Mut:

I could not love these men more. Truly I could not.

This woman really thought she could roll up to Tongrak's house and start saying whatever she wanted. She really thought she could fuck around and not find out. Tongrak and his face said no and also GET A JOB. FIND SOMETHING TO DO.

Unrelated sidenote, I loathe the little tone she uses to talk to him. I hope we never see her again.

The face of a man who has found the adequate weapon in his arsenal. Also, someone actually agreed to be in a relationship with her? I'll send the poor S.O.B. a condolence card in the morning.

Peat really decided to hurt my feelings today because I know that look too. That's the expression of someone who's a hairsbreadth away from a breakdown after using up every ounce of bravery they possess. I'm surprised he didn't start crying on the stairs on the way to his bedroom.

There's so much I want to say about this scene in Tongrak's bedroom but I'll give it its own post.

All I'll say here is that it really is the littlest things, the smallest acts of kindness that end up pushing you even further over the edge. Why isn't it possible to hug someone through a screen?

Mut called Prin a diabolical brat and that's her name in Tongrak's phone and that's why they're soulmates. It's science.

THOSE ARE HEART EYES, KHUN TONGRAK. Mut is siding with you against your shitty family! THAT'S BEST BOY BEHAVIOR AND YOU KNOW IT.

Mut's just like me fr.

#rakmut #vimook #love sea #love sea the series #meta

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visualtaehyun · 2 months

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Pronouns, curses, and cake crimes 🍰

Finally here with the in-depth version of my rambles plain reactions from the other day. Title brought to you by @jeffsatyr cause I love that turn of phrase in his post here so much!

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, still learning 🙏 color-coding characters again: Mut, Rak, Prin, Meena

Rak's lovely relatives

คุณเพิ่งด่าไอ้เด็กเหี้ยนั่นว่า เอาเวลาว่างไปหาอะไรใส่หัว ดีกว่าเสือกเรื่องของคนอื่น ผมไม่อยากเป็นคนเหี้ยครับ /khun pheerng daa ai dek hiia nan waa ao wehlaa waang bpai haa a rai sai hua dee gwaa seuuak reuuang khaawng khohn euun. pom mai yaak bpen khohn hiia khrap/ = You just told off that nasty brat, that [she should] use her free time to find and put something in her head instead of prying into other people's business. I don't want to be someone nasty.

My translation is probably too mild but I wanted to highlight these two aspects: 1) He continues to call her a child (เด็ก /dek/), even though Rak told him last episode that Prin is older than Mut lol and 2) he uses the same curse word twice (เหี้ย /hiia/), once to describe her despicable behavior and then to distance himself from it - and hilariously ends that statement with a polite ครับ /khrap/! -> เหี้ย /hiia/ is used as a curse word but originally refers to a type of lizard

แมงดา /maaeng daa/ = can mean pimp or (male) prostitute or gigolo; lit. a horseshoe crab

It comes from how male horseshoe crabs will cling onto a female's back during mating season, taking advantage of its mate, and is therefore used to disparage men who benefit off of women financially.

Pronouns galore!

Connor and Rak use ฉัน /chan/ and นาย /naai/ in both directions -

Kom uses ผม /pom/ and apparently just คอนเนอร์ /Connor/ -> polite formal 1st pers. pronoun as Kom is younger but he seems to call his older boyfriend just by name which could indicate familiarity, equal standing in their relationship, or maybe it's just because Connor is a foreigner and thus prefers having his name used??

with Rak, Kom uses ผม /pom/ and พี่รัก /phi Rak/ -> polite yet familiar

Mut and Kom use กู /guu/ and มึง /meung/ in both directions, same as Vi and Rak -> rude, familiar pronouns; they're around the same age and have been friends for ages

Mut calls the girls คุณ(ไข่)มุก /khun (Khai)Mook/ and พี่วี /phi Vi/ -> really shows the difference in closeness!

Special interlude

I've seen enough people talk about this inspired subbing choice here to figure it might be interesting to read about:

โคตรพ่อโคตรแม่รู้สึกดีเลย /khoht por khoht mae ruu seuk dee loei/ = It feels fanfuckingtastically good [...]

-> โคตร /khoht/ refers to one's ancestors or lineage but is used as a vulgar intensifier. Adding พ่อ /por/ = father, and แม่ /mae/ = mother, onto that just makes it stronger by swearing on both sides of the family tree I guess lol (A translation in the same vein might then yield you something like 'It feels so motherfucking good' but I love what MMY's translator went with!)

Rak's actually-lovely relative

ตาเค้าเอง /dtaa khao eng/

-> เค้า /khao/ is a cute informal 1st pers. pronoun, her friend Ing-Ing uses it as well For context, it's most often used in Thai QL by 1) characters who wanna be cutesy with their partner, like Sun once or twice in 23.5 or Tan, consistently lol, in We Are, or 2) by characters who are sweet and cute to begin with (mostly women tbh). Anueng in Blank or Pleng and Wan in the upcoming GL Affair also come to mind.

ว่าไง สาวน้อยของน้า /waa ngai, saao noi khaawng naa/

-> น้า /naa/ = uncle or aunt, specifically the mother's younger sibling 'Uncle' only shows up in the subs here but he always uses it as a 1st pers. pronoun with Meena. Also spot the sweet and soft tone he uses here with his niece uwu

แต่น้ารักห้ามเอาน้ารักตอนที่น้ารักอายุ 13 มาเทียบกับมีนาตอนนี้ /dtaae naa Rak haam ao naa Rak dtaawn thee naa Rak aayu 13 maa thiiap gap Meena dtaawn nee/

For her age, she is quite perceptive and clever and it seems her mom and/or uncle (and maybe grandma too?) made sure she understands the full scope of their family drama. Nina, the actress, is a few years younger than that and looks it too tbh so I'm glad she mentions Meena's age for us. She calls herself by name and him uncle Rak น้ารัก /naa Rak/ which, adorably, sounds close to น่ารัก /naa rak/ = cute/lovable, there's a difference in tone though!

พี่จะทำให้เขา ต้องรัก พี่ /phi ja tham hai khao 'dtaawng rak' phi/

-> ต้องรัก /dtaawng rak/ = must/have to love; Tongrak's name He's said this several times in previous episodes but it specifically threw me back to this scene from ep. 3 🥺

คนอย่างผม ใครจะไปกล้าขอคุณต้องรัก /khohn yaang pom, khrai ja bpai glaa khaaw khun dtaawng rak/ = Someone like me, who would dare to ask Khun Tongrak (/you). ...which could also be read as: = Someone like me, who would dare ask you to have to love [me?].

The word she uses is หน้าด้าน /naa daan/ = boldfaced, shameless, which is surprisingly rude lmaooo

The พี่ /phi/ came and went and now she addresses him exactly the same way as her uncle Rak - น้าหมุด /naa Mut/ hehe

Oh and hey, here's a crazy thought-- Mut and Meena have about the same age gap as Mut and Rak, he might even be closer in age to her than to Rak! In the novel, Rak is 30 going on 31 and judging by Kom being 19 in Love Sand, Mut can't be much older than 20, maybe early 20s.

Submission

วันนี้คุณว่าง่ายกว่าปกตินะ /wan nee, khun waa ngaai gwaa bohk-ga-dti na/ = Today you're more docile than usual.

-> ว่าง่าย /waa ngaai/ = docile, obedient, submissive, compliant, to listen If you've seen more than one Thai drama, I expect you've encountered the word ดื้อ /deuu/ before which is most often subbed as 'stubborn' but can mean 'to not listen, disobedient, obstinate, defiant, resistant' so this word here is just about the opposite of it!

อยากทำก็ทำ ผมเป็นของคุณอยู่แล้ว /yaak tham gaaw tham. pom bpen khaawng khun yuu laaeo/ = [If you] want to do it then do it. I'm all yours.

-> อยู่แล้ว /yuu laaeo/ at the end there can express certainty or completion so this could also be translated as 'I'm already yours' if that makes any difference to anyone but me lol

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Synopsis: After your day out with your friends you come home to a very clingy, cute and needy boyfriend!

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5:58pm

I smiled and said the last goodbyes to my friend for the day. Waving at them as I walked away. Today was really fun! I hanged out with my friends all day. But I wonder what hyunjin must be doing. Even though it was a fun day I just couldn't stop worrying about him...

I stopped on my way home infront of hyunjin's favourite restaurant. I walked into the restaurant and ordered some kimchi and jjajangmyeon. Hyunjin's favourite. He must be hungry. I sat down for a while. Waiting for the order. I looked around the restaurant remembering the memories we had in this restaurant.

I looked at the seat near the corner. Ah i remember. The first time he and I came to this restaurant. He told me how he loved here's food. How it was similar to what his mother Cooked but obviously it couldn't match the taste of his mother's cooking. I looked out the window remembering how we always held hands walking on the footpath together laughing.

As I was thinking they called out for my order. I paid them and thanked them. I walked out of the restaurant. Walking and walking till I finally made it home. I unlock the door and enter the house calling out hyunjin.

"hyunie I'm home!"

When I don't hear a reponce I become a little confused but I shrug it off and walk to the kitchen. Placing the food on the counter. I jump as I felt a strong pair of arms slowly crawling on my waist. I relax when he leans a little on me placing his head on my shoulder.

"it's just me baby"

"oh hyunie you scared me!"

I gently lean into his touch. Oh i for sure did miss him... The warmth of his body brought my cold body comfort. I closed my eyes and leaned in his touch. I was tired but more than that I was starved for his touch. All I wanted was to cuddle up with him. But he seemed to have other plans.

"how was your day love?"

"mm, I was fun. We enjoyed alot. But right now I'm very tired. and ah! I brought you kimchi and jjajangmyeon from your favourite restaurant I was worried that you might be hungry!.."

His hands started to slowly move up and down.

"thank you baby"

He said while leaving a wet kiss on the side of my neck. Slowly enough his hands started to creep under my shirt on my skin. Moving up and down sending shivers up my spine.

"I missed you so much y/n"

"I missed you to hyun"

Just after that he turned me around making me face him. Soon enough his hands traveled to my back, pushing me closer to him as he kissed me passionately. His hands slowly traveling up and up.

"you have no idea how I need you"

He said against my lips and then kissing me again his hands never stoping. He then picked me up. His lips not leaving mine walking slowly towards our bedroom.

"hyun-"

"yes princess"

Fuck that pet name it always did something to me... We entered the bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed. Our eyes never leaving. It was clear he was needy. By his touch by his words by his eyes everything clearly screamed that he is needy. Or i just know him too well.

He slowly crawls to me. His hands travel to the hem of my shirt. He pulled the shirt up and threw it somewhere in the room... He caressed my face with one hand and the other traveled up my skirt. Connecting out mouths again. His hands creep near my inner thighs. The shivers on my skin visible.

"I've been thinking about you all day princess"

I let out a small whimper against the kiss feeling his slightly rubbing my clothes clit. I felt him tugging at my skirt signaling me to remove it as I do what he says. Never separating our lips he soon unhooks my bra and removes it. Leaving me only in my panties.

"gosh Baby I just can't get enough of you",

His hands slowly starts to rub my clothes clit creating some friction. I bite my lip trying to hold in my soft whimpers to escape from my lips. I feel hyunjin's eyes on my face. His free hand travels up to my lip as he pulls my bottom lip.

"no don't hold in your pretty noises princess"

I finally let the soft whimpers escape my lip. He leans forward placing a hand on the back of my head. I softly fall on the bed laying down. Hyunjin slides down my panties and starts to undress him self.

He slowly climbes on top of me. As I feel his fingers tease my clit. I hold his shoulders and whimper.

"hyune please..."

He didn't even wait for me to complete my sentence. He entered his dick as he thrusted into me slowly. Leaving sloppy kisses on my neck.

His pace of kissing became slower. With each kiss he breathed out a audible I love you. It gave me butterflies jn my stomach. Oh he was so adorable.

"I love you too hyun"

My hands slowly travel up to his hair. I softly gripped his hair. Moaning out his name. As I felt my orgasm hitting. my moans became louder. closing my eyes I tugged at his hair trying to find words to tell him that I was close. but it was just too pleasurable.

"Hyun I'm gonna"

"yes I know princess"

I told him. My breath got heavy. His thrusts becoming faster as he started to chase his own orgasm. i felt a wave of pleasure over me and I shut my eyes tightly, my hands sowly left his hair traveling next to my face. I felt him leaning on top of me as he cummed.

he laid down to my side. pulling me on him by my side. I lay my head on his chest. his hand travdlled up and down my arm as he softly hugged me

"I love you so much princess"

"I love you too hyunie"

I said melting in his embrace. slowly slipping in sleep with his warm presence feeling comfortable. he felt like home. and home is everything.

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Swan Song

Jeongin lived his life freely, indulging in peasantry parties and reckless acts. However, after a confrontation and strange encounter, he realizes that maybe his freedom can only come from saving a swan.

word count: 6.2k

genres: Prince!Jeongin x Swan Prince(ss)!Reader, strangers to lovers, angst, fluff, swan lake au

warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, drunk beomgyu, i fear i may have lost the plot a little,,,jeongin is ready to do anything for a stranger, villian jyp jumpscare, also the reader is called princess a few times by jyp while he’s being a creep but otherwise remains gn

author: heyyyy i’m so sorry it’s been like 8 months since my last post 😭 also i’m so so so so sorry that this request took so long 😔 i really hope you can still enjoy it 🙏

requested by @lwavander

Little can be heard over the masses filling the garden. Their chatter echoes off the tiered terraces. Jeers and cheers slur into the empty night sky, surrounding Jeongin in their halo of celebration. Friends and strangers alike have gathered in his honor. They’ve piled up in the fields of the castle to share their drinks and joy; cups clashing and always kept full. Merry music played and Jeongin’s companions pulled him through rounds of rigorous dancing. Song after song, Heeseung kept a hand glued to the young man, always pulling him back to the fray. It was truly a birthday fit for a prince, at least one like him.

Since he was young, Jeongin had heard all of the complaints. The disagreements of countless officials with the carefree outlook of the crowned prince. However, Jeongin had decided young that he would never let anyone else control his life; commonplace for those like him, those born and bred for societal perfection. In these moments, Jeongin relishes freedom’s delicious taste. The bittersweet burn of the finest wines settling on his tongue, the ache of his feet, and his heavy beating heart, he was never so alive.

He found a small reprieve from his friend’s clutches, looking down from the veranda lining the grounds. Watching peasant and noble alike rub shoulders and hold hands as they danced. The view brought a smile to his face as he took a sip from his goblet. A harsh slap to his shoulder splashed some wine up his nose, causing a cough. Expelling the stray droplets, Jeongin found the tight-knuckle grip belonged to a drunken Beomgyu. The shaggy-haired man reeked of alcohol and was almost unable to stand straight, instead pulling down on Jeongin. Liquid sloshed in and out of his own cup as he waved his hands around.

“Jeong~in!” His words were slow and slurred. “Wha’ are you doin’ all alone, Innie-hic? You shoul’ be dancing!” Then he’s tugging even harder on Jeongin’s arm. Yanking on his undershirt and nearly tearing the sleeve.

“Wow, wow, wow, Beomgyu! Gyu! I think-” It was nearly impossible to pry the fingers from his arm. “P-perhaps you should take a break.” It’s even harder to pull the cup from his hand.

Gyu’s whining is harsh on the ears, “Nooooo! No! I’s a party! Have fun!” He tries hard to twist away from the prince, thrusting the hand holding his cup high in the air and loudly proclaiming. “I drink for the prince! Prin’ Jeongin!”

A roar rose from the lawn. Music fell beneath the masses’ clamor. Crowds follow suit of his friend’s cheer, raising their cups with a unanimous shout. “For Prince Jeongin!”

The man felt his face flushing red hot. There was certainly a difference between being amongst the crowd and standing away with all of their eyes on him, calling out his name. He was flattered if not slightly embarrassed, managing a flustered smile as the cheers melted back into the music.

A very drunk lord still wobbling in his arms, Jeongin tried to steer him away from the railing. Instead, herding Beomgyu back into the castle. Walking along the terrace toward the doorway, the man whined and protested as best he could. His eyes couldn’t stay open and his boots skidded along the stones. Jeongin tried his best to keep Beomgyu upright as he led the way; his hands slipping under the weight. Finally squaring up to the grand wooden doors, he’s confronted with his next problem. How was he supposed to open them? Perhaps he could hunt down Heeseung to enlist his help. However, knowing the man, he was probably no better off than Beomgyu was. Suddenly, almost like a prayer was answered, the doors swung inward, scattering yellow shadows into the night. However, the illusion of a miracle quickly vanished as Jeongin came face-to-face with the Queen’s boiling stare.

His mother’s eyes bore down like hot coals, huffing smoke from her mouth with each seething breath. Jeongin felt his knees melting, withering in her stare.

“H-hello, Mother.”

Beomgyu stirred in his hold, eyes lighting up, “Y-our ‘ighness!” Almost immediately after he made a horrible retching noise, nothing came up and he groaned painfully.

The Queen motioned her head to the pair of guards flanking her, never breaking eye contact with her son. “You two, please show Lord Choi to his room.” Her voice was dangerously steady.

Neither of them spoke, only nodding before collecting the man from Jeongin’s arms. The tension in the air seemed to multiply as they were left alone. The Queen’s breaths came faster and heavier, eyes hardening as they took in the man in front of her. Jeongin stood frozen, unable to even breathe. Any words would only make it worse for him. So there they stood, in suffocating silence, until his mother heaved a sigh, lowering her head in its weight.

“M-mom-”

“Jeongin,” She raised her hand, cutting him off. As she looked back up, the dark of her eyes had cooled. Red, hot anger solidified into something heavy in Jeongin’s chest. “I have a feeling you already know what I am going to say.”

He averted his eyes.

“You know that I want you to be happy, that I never want to force you into something you do not want. I understand you cherish your freedom, but-I…my son this is not freedom. This is chaos, irresponsibility. Like it or not, you are going to be king one day. You need to start behaving like it.”

“I-I am! I’m getting to know my subjects-”

“No, you are getting drunk. You are acting childish and-” Two fingers rubbed at the bridge of her nose. “I expect more from you, Jeongin. I need to know that I can trust you with this country. I am only getting older and I fear it may take an unwilling push to get you to understand.” The look in her eyes sank his heart further and further, her sigh sad and heavy. “Enjoy your birthday, son. We will continue this tomorrow.”

Turning her back, the Queen swept back inside, shutting the doors with her. For the first time in the night, Jeongin was left completely alone. Alone in bitter silence. Thoughts churned slowly around his head. A horrible burn settled deep in his chest. Sounds of celebration still filtered through the air, making the pain worse. Suddenly, Jeongin cared very little about continuing his birthday. Surrounded by drunken strangers and the hollowness of their well-wishes, he felt empty at the thought. The sun long gone, he should have retired to his room with it. Now, his mind was too full, too chaotic to rest. The castle walls were a prison in times like these. He needed a jailbreak if only for a moment, just to take in the impending collapse of his flimsy lifestyle.

Crisp moonlight scatters in the pine’s canopy. The towering woods echo Jeongin’s footsteps grinding up the dry brush. It breaks the silence of the cold night and punctuates his every move. This forest bordering the castle grounds was not unfamiliar to the prince, spending much of his youth traversing its scape. Even in the near darkness, he may safely make his way back home. However, amongst the barren trees, Jeongin feels lost within himself. He was no stranger to the disappointment of others, it was something he had long learned to ignore. Yet, he never knew how to endure the disappointment of his mother. Now, something in her chagrin felt resolute, like she’d hit her breaking point. All the man could do was stew over the ways he would be made to repent.

Leaf-litter cradles his heavy tread weighed down by his brooding. With a particularly loud crunch, a large rustling grew overhead. The familiar flap of feathers broke through the branches. A bevy of swans flies above the trees. Their pure white wings gleam, haloed in the full moonlight. Jeongin’s thoughts fall quiet. Enraptured in the birds’ majesty gliding through the air; his feet unconsciously followed their path along the ground. Walking a few feet beyond the clearing he’d been in, the birds disappeared in the flush canopy. Still, he keeps forward, looking as the trees thin out once again. No sight of their velvet down among the stars, however peeking between trunks, Jeongin catches sight of rippling water.

A great lake sits at the edge of the forest; water clear blue and twinkling. Drifting along its surface are many more swans than he’d originally seen. They pay the man no mind as he comes upon the bank. Instead, Jeongin watches a swan move along to the edge of the water, stretching its neck out on the grass. An odd light shifts across its feathers, glowing almost as if they were burning. He can’t focus on it for long when the light grows bright. In the second he blinked, where once was a beautiful swan, now sat a young human draped in the same pristine white.

In shock, he stumbles back, feet catching on loose rocks and ultimately sending Jeongin crashing down. A gasp and splashes ring out at the sight of the intruder. Swans’ wings flap wildly and they scatter out across the water. The person crouched in the grass seems frozen, caught like cowering prey. Coated in the sweet moonlight, dipped in silver. Their eyes shine and quiver, unblinking. Jeongin feels frozen just the same. Scared to make a sound, to approach this angelic being born from the moon before his very eyes. Neither moves, sharing unending stares until Jeongin finally grasps at the words he was missing.

“Wh-what?”

The realization is quiet, almost unnoticeable if not for the great release of tension in the air. He can see it in the droop of their shoulders and the slow blinking of their eyes. They stand from the dewy grass, revealing a long tunic woven with swan feathers and silver cord shimmering against their skin. Jeongin’s heart stutters at the sight of this stranger’s pure allure. It hammers hard on his ribs when they begin walking toward him.

“Are you okay?” A kind hand reaches for him but Jeongin can only focus on their face. The way their eyes glitter and wrinkle in a soft smile. Their skin folds like silk around pretty smile lines. As he takes their hand, their warmth is gracious like a starry summer night.

“I apologize if I surprised you. I understand that it’s not something you see every day.” They help him to his feet.

He is at a complete loss for words, mouth agape like a floundering fish. “Wha-wh…who? Who are you?”

“Ah, yes,” The question seems to strike a nerve, their gaze downcast and hands detaching from his. They look to be thinking particularly hard. “I…My name is Y/n.”

A million more questions race around his head, yet the years of proper etiquette hammered into him take over. “I am Jeongin, Prince Jeongin.” He bows low which draws another smile from Y/n.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jeongin.”

He nods, “So, you-you’re a swan?”

Their laugh rings like bells in the snow, twinkling like constellations; a sound Jeongin wishes he could bottle and listen to forever. “By day, yes, I am only a swan. However, by night, I and my companions may become ourselves once again, by the lakeside.” They gaze back to the water where some of the other swans have returned to floating.

“But how?” Something rings in his mind that he is far too calm at the moment. He ignores the thought

“I was cursed.” Their shoulders fall tense with an invisible struggle, “By a horrible man.”

“Who? Why would he do that to you?”

Y/n’s eyes are glassy as they take his hand again. They lead Jeongin to the lake’s edge, sitting down beside him. Their focus strays far away, traveling across the reflections dancing atop the water.

“Lord Jinyoung was a family friend, the grand Sorcerer to the King, my father.”

The soft-spoken words send Jeongin’s heart to a stop. “Wait, King?!”

“Yes, a kingdom once stood tall along this disparaging land, small but mighty. My Togorum.” Their voice broke with a sniffle. “Until Lord Park betrayed us. He poisoned my father and tried to marry my mother. He wanted her power and-and when she denied him…He-he- '' Tears raced down Y/n’s cheeks, paired with intermittent sobs, “Sh-she was killed right in front of me and I-I was powerless to stop it. With my parents…gone, I, as the heir, was the next rightful ruler, so he forced me to marry him. Apparently, he was losing his magic, and the power of the crown would free him of his limits. So I-uh-I destroyed it and he was infuriated. With the last bits of his power, he destroyed the kingdom and he cursed me to become this.”

Solemnity settled in the air, a quiet understanding of an unknown pain. Jeongin was never one for physical comfort, yet he let his arm mingle along theirs, cradling their hand with a soft squeeze. Their eyes red and puffy and still the most beautiful Jeongin thinks he’s ever seen. Their gaze meets his, curling at the solace of a kind stranger. Perhaps a new friend, a new companion. A smile sits wonderfully on their lips; soft, pretty, so far away.

Jeongin snatches his eyes off Y/n’s face. The night chill cannot calm the heat pooling in his cheeks as he tugs at the grass. “I-um-I’ve never heard of Togorum. I always remembered these forests being a part of my kingdom.”

“Ah-yeah, I guess destroyed isn’t the best phrasing. More so, Jinyoung erased the kingdom. All memory of it, every last trace of what once was. Most of the subjects integrated into new countries believing they’d always been there. I am all that is left of my country, my family, my people, and no one will ever know I exist.”

“Is there no way to reverse the curse?”

Y/n’s head rests atop their knees, fingers skirting along the ground. “Actually, there is,” A bitter chuckle wisps through their teeth. “That worm, Park, in all his cruelty decided an eternity confined to my lonesome was not torture enough. No, he must dangle the intangible possibility of a free future before me like a dumb pet begging for an invisible treat, as well.”

“Oh…well, how can we reverse it?” He asks dumbly, though it stops Y/n in their tracks. Unabashed anger fades to a wide-eyed shock.

“W-we?”

“Oh.” The fire in his face burns hotter, “Um-yes, I-I want to help free you in any way I can, if that’s possible. Is-is that okay? I don’t mean to-”

“No, Jeongin, you-you are very kind. It’s just…” Their voice falls faint. “The only way I may be freed is if…someone, who has never loved before, promises their love to me, forever.”

He cannot be distracted by his name on their lips as the rest of the words come. The thoughts appear before he can stop them. And the feelings for this stranger; a kind and beautiful stranger, almost angelic. It’s sudden and mysterious, struck from his chest in an instant.

“I can do that.”

“Wha-what? Jeongin-no, I-I couldn’t-We’ve only just-I-”

“I know we’ve only just met.” His voice is unprecedentedly steady, yet his hands shake as they reach for Y/n’s, “I may not truly know you yet, but I think that, as I get to, it’d be impossible to not fall in love with you.”

The air settles hot between them, not a breath shared with the stillness. Y/n doesn’t respond, eyes trapped in Jeongin’s. Their gaze is heavy with brows drawn in and lips tight. They look from eye to eye, taking in his sweet, silver-dusted sincerity. In the low light, the red along his ears is still visible. Y/n’s fingertips brush over the skin making the flush worse. They trail over the soft hair hanging on his neck, circling back up to cradle his cheek.

“You mean that.” Not a question, a fact. Like they dove through his eyes down to his heart just to see the truth for themself. It’s shocking, words obscured by breath, bracketed with wide eyes.

“I d-”

A shout tore through the peace. Y/n’s hand flew off Jeongin’s face with a jerk. In a flash, they were swept back. Everything happened so fast that it took a moment for Jeongin’s eyes to adjust.

Y/n’s knees were painted in turned-up mud and grass. They keeled at the feet of a new shadow. The moonlight carves the sharp wrinkles rippling along the person’s face. Skin puckered as their high-angled brows drew in. Silver glinted off their teeth bared in a twisting grin. Gnarled fingers curled in the strands of Y/n’s hair, forcing their face up. When the figure spoke a deathly chill sunk in the air.

“Oh, silly princess. What do you think you’re doing?” The voice rattled deep, raking across the ears. Sardonic and sneering.

Pain crested on Y/n’s face, fighting back with a scowl. “Let me go, you bastard.”

Four long marks trail up his arm, nails tearing at the skin. Fingers digging into the skin and warning of puncture. Yet, the man remained unphased. His grip over their head grew ever tauter, pulling out a cry.

Red filtered Jeongin’s vision. He rose to his feet, fueled with a renewed fire building in his veins. Lack of a plan wasn’t going to stop him as he readied to charge. Looking on at the torturous handling of his swan, the man’s cruel eye struck frost upon Jeongin’s feet. He paused and deflated, withered and useless to Y/n with a fresh dread that broke on his face.

“Oh, look at that!” A cold laugh coats his skin, “Your perfect little savior is just as weak as you are. ”

Every breath is a labor, forcing at that name draped in their blood, “Fuck you, Jinyoung.” The truth drags Jeongin’s heart into his stomach.

This was the man who had hurt Y/n. Who continues to hurt them. Coming in like he’s some sort of eternal watchguard from hell.

The hearth in his chest burned brighter yet. Chimneying up and out his ears in smoke. Clouds dull his sense of preservation. His calves thaw and scorch with curling fists. No weapon, terror-filled, he steeled his knuckles for pain. Feet braced hard on the ground like a quivering hunter.

“L-let go of them.”

For the second time, he meets Jinyoung’s iced gaze. He wants to curl up again, to cower beneath the fear, to run away and never return. Still, he held steady, looking right back into the all-absorbing, endless black. A twitch picked up on the old man’s lip. “Be careful, young prince. I’d advise you against doing anything unwise, unless you want to lose your pretty bird.”

With the threat his voice grew steadier still, “Let Y/n go.”

A beat passed, he kept his gaze high. Silence overwhelmed the air. Y/n couldn’t hold in the soft whimpers drawn from their straining scalp. Specks of red broke out beneath their fingertips. Jinyoung didn’t bat an eye.

With almost a shove, he let Y/n crumple to the ground. They landed with a heavy grunt. Jeongin fell to their side. Any medicinal knowledge he might’ve had failed him, however upon a swift inspection, it seemed it probably wasn’t needed. Y/n’s hands rubbed at the sore spot on their head. Fingers twitching, dreadfully hesitant, searching for any disappearing damage. If he spoke too loud, they might wisp away.

“Are you okay?”

Their eyes are wide and vaguely bloodshot, but their nod is resolute.

Looking back up, Jinyoung was scrutinizing the blood trailing down his arms. He seemed wholly disconcerted at the scarlet sight, throwing his arm back down after a quick moment. Eyes on the two figures cradled in the grass, the wrinkles seared on his face grew darker. Blizzard raging hard, hail builds up in Y/n’s stomach; a fear they could never accept, never escape. They held it down but their strength was always lacking. Jeongin’s soft hands lent an extra warmth to melt the pain but it wasn’t enough.

“What-what do you want, you monster?! Why did you come?!” Their voice shook, tremors racking their body.

“Princess, you know there is only one way I’d ever let you go free. You will never escape, at least not with this…fool.”

His suggestion shot bile up Y/n’s throat, “You’ll have to kill me before I ever go to you willingly, Jinyoung.”

That sparked a swift downturn of his brow. The once icy darkness of his eyes blazed with an unprecedented heat. Flickering out to the sky, “The sun is rising, your time is up, birdie.”

“Wha-what?” Jeongin follows the warlock’s eyes. The horizon is tinted with soft wisps of orange, still low in the sky but swiftly approaching. “No-no, it was just-”

“Oh how much time talking takes.” He says smugly, turning his back on the two. “Until next time, and do not forget, I am always watching, Y/n.”

Jinyoung left just as he came, melting into the dark. Jeongin would’ve thought he had blinked as his vision went fuzzy.

“How is it already sunrise?”

Y/n leaned up in his hold. Their eyes were blown wide and very red. “I-I don’t-I don’t know, but…I fear he used magic somehow.”

“But I thought he used up the last of his power?”

“So did I. Perhaps it is returning to him.” The words were despondent, dropping off with a saddening expression. Their eyes moved up to his face, studying it for a long moment. He felt stripped bare, vulnerable, and yet wholly safe. Then, they looked on at the glowing sky.

“It…You must go now, Jeongin.”

“But…” Fingers grazed up the swell of his cheek, he wanted nothing more than to give himself to the feeling completely, “Can I see you again? Tonight?”

It was hesitant; their fingers coming to a stop, their breath hitching quietly. Sweet moonstruck face crested in confliction and mustering a smile. “May we meet again soon, my prince.”

Two soft lips brushed his overheating cheek. It’s too much and barely enough. Y/n’s touch is so fleeting, pushing him away to stand on their own. He doesn’t want to leave, he can’t. Jeongin must return to his deluded sense of liberty, to the ending of it all. What Y/n once had, what they desperately deserved, that was true freedom. It was the happiness of being yourself. Deep down he always knew that; he never really wanted this. Now, he’s found that, the thing he does want, a choice that is his. Some may still say his judgment was impaired, but he can’t let this go.

Y/n offered him a kind smile in parting. Jeongin turned away to walk into the blossoming horizon. A new burning desire tugging hard in his gut, he kept moving forward.

“Y/n!” Branches swing into his face. Sun beats down hard through the canopy, mixing atop his overheating skin. He sweats and pants and keeps pushing his legs harder. Feet crash down, overtaking the forest silence. Jeongin tries to recount the path he’d taken the previous night. Although, his mind is only taken up with expletives.

Crashing out from the dense tree line, he stumbles around. He lurches forward, too close to dropping head-first into a shimmering lake. The familiar clearing stretches out his vision. A terrible clamor had broken out on the still waters at his arrival. Waterfowl scattered above the trees. His heart, rocketing in his chest, dropped to his stomach. Catching sight of a flight of swans disappearing into the sky.

“No no no no, Y/n!” He twists himself around, shouting to the clouds. Adrenaline swims up through his body, fuzzing up his senses. He loses all focus on his supposed defeat that he misses the birds left on the lake surface. Instead, a rapid trill behind him jerks his head around. A swan, still perched on the waves, is looking right up at him; head cocked, like a confused dog. Two beady black eyes broken by a soft twinkle only found in stars.

He breathed out, “Y/n.”

The swan doesn’t respond, only looking at him with the same tilted expression. But it didn’t fly away and something swimming through those eyes melted with familiarity. Jeongin squatted down to its level, a thought fleeting about how stupid he must look.

“I…” His words were choppy with winded breaths, “I don’t have much time but I-I needed to come find you. My-my mom is making me get married. She wasn’t happy with me last night, especially after I disappeared until sunrise. Now, she’s throwing a ball for me to…find a partner. It’s tonight.” The swan stayed still. Jeongin’s heart wouldn’t slow down. “Y/n, I-I don’t know if you can understand me, or-or if this is even you, but, Y/n, you need to be there tonight. Maybe marriage is a bit too quick right now, but I’m going to save you and-and then we can rebuild a life for you. But you have to be there, otherwise…I don’t think I’ll ever be able to see you again.”

Finally, the bird began to move. Its head pushed back up straight, taking in one last slow look at the boy. Then, it turned around and floated away. Jeongin’s stomach crumpled beneath the weight of his heart. He had no time to breathe in the heartache, the sudden notion of defeat, yet he couldn’t turn his eyes away from the bird. He’d already lost them, and he never even got to fall in love.

The music swelled, bursting out the opening doors. “Now presenting, His Royal Highness, Prince Jeongin.”

A great light broke out on his skin, momentarily blinding him. Applause erupted from beyond the white. He struck a feigned smile, grappling with the stair railing to keep him upright as he made his way to his mother’s side.

As his vision melted back in, he got a full scope of the crowded ballroom. So many faces, so many incredibly unfamiliar faces. He’d had more than a few hours to process his mom’s forced maturity in the form of a sudden marriage. However, looking upon all of these people, it must have been impossible for her to have arranged this in only one day. The small inkling of premeditation burrows beneath Jeongin’s festering displeasure. Truly, how much had changed in less than a day?

Reaching the tiled ballroom floor, he is immediately whisked away; arm after arm taking him along into conversation or dance. First his mother, then a hundred hopeful suitors. A kind smile engraved into his cheeks, so fake it tasted rotten on his tongue. He’d started to lose count of all the songs and dances and stale introductions; there was still no sign of Y/n’s presence.

Another song, another clammy, glammed-up hand filling his. Jeongin can’t stand the awkward small talk. This poor princess is truly quite cute and sweet, but she seems about as wholly disinterested as he is. They barely spare each other a glance as they spin around to the crescendoing music. And, as it comes to an end, they bow with strict formality. Once again, the woman is quickly replaced.

Knuckles brush softly, fingers sliding in between his. Warm hands undisturbed by the cool caress of gold and silver. The touch is familiar if only in the way Jeongin feels his heart burst as he turns to his new dance partner. Y/n’s smile is framed in a sweeping fluff of black downy feathers, tracing their sides in elegant steep lines, outlined in glittering gold. Air is knocked clean from his chest.

“You…You came, you’re here.” Every nerve in his brain jumped to push him into their arms, to press them tight to his chest. It was like fighting back a boulder, especially as their twinkling laughter split the air.

A hand smoothed over his loose jaw, “I did, I am.”

The joy was overwhelming. He couldn’t keep himself from pulling them in closer and pressing a chaste kiss to their palm.

“Then, let us have one dance before I have to tell the whole kingdom that I love you.”

With that, Y/n’s smile grew even wider, feet scuffling faster along the floor to speed up their dance. “You truly wish to promise your love to me forever.”

“Well, I mean, yeah.” Jeongin felt his face flush in heat as the words came out.

They laugh at the red now blanketing his ears before continuing. “Y’know, you’ll need to say it to break the curse.”

“Oh, um-” He clears his throat, averting eye contact, “Y/n, I-”

“Don’t say my name.” Their voice takes on a sharp edge, smile stuttering. “Just repeat what I said.”

“Oh…okay. Well, um, I...” He fought himself to catch their eyes. Hands going clammy and squeezing theirs, “R-right now? We’re doing this now?”

Their eyebrow ticked, pleasant smile completely gone. “Yes, Jeongin? Why wouldn’t we?”

Why couldn’t he? Was his sanity finally catching back up to him?

It was like the words piled up in his throat. He had them ready, but something was stopping him. This heavy rock sat on his tongue, blocking up his mouth.

Five sharp nails dug into Jeongin’s hand. A tight gasp broke through the words. Where once was soft silver, something sinister glinted in Y/n’s eyes.

“Say it. Do you not want to free me?”

“I-I do.”

“Then say it.”

“Y/n-” Their jaw twitched like a visage flickering over their face. Harsh dread settled in Jeongin’s stomach. “You’re not-”

Desperation set in, “Tell me you love me.” They clung to him, feet nearly trampling his as they kept up the dance.

He struggled to detach himself even when the music slowed. More and more eyes fell on the pair in the middle of the floor. “Let-let me-go.”

Small jewels clattered across the tiles, ripped off his suit by their grip. The stranger stumbled back. A circle cleared around them. Shallow breaths rattled the air. Shards of ice trickled inside the sleeves of Jeongin’s crisp suit. Those empty eyes are carved into Y/n’s face, boring down on him. This time Jeongin doesn’t cower.

“You! What did you do to Y/n?!”

“Stupid prince.” Jinyoung’s voice falls from foreign lips. His mask flickers once more before fading, revealing the old man. “You can’t do anything right, huh?”

Gasps ring out across the dance hall. Guests closest to the scene scatter, yet keep the prince in their sight. Jeongin moves before thinking. His hands reach to yank on the sorcerer's robe; they fall through the man’s skin instead. Shivers snap up his spine as the visage falls.

“Wh-what?”

Grating laughter echoes in the ceilings. “You really think I’d just waltz in here, disguised or not? I’m not an idiot. You, however-”

“Why did you come!?”

“Oh, this? Don’t worry. This was just plan A. Simple and easy. Though, it would seem time for plan B.” The ballroom devolves into a cacophony of squawking laughs and confused murmurs.

The Prince stays frozen, a spectacle to all eyes. He knows he must get back to that lake; that this is the duty he’s committed himself to. But, does he not have a duty here? One to his country, to take up a righteous ruling position? One to his people, to handle his power with grace and pointedness? One to his mother, to do all of this for her sake?

A hand turns him around. Face to face with his mother, her eyes wide and wild with confusion, he feels the turmoil bubbling up his throat.

“Jeongin, is this some kind of joke?”

“No, Mom, I-”

“I finally give you a chance to prove your loyalty to this kingdom and you pull this?” The anger is clear all over her, but there’s a tremble in her lip that breaks Jeongin’s heart. “I cannot believe you.”

He takes her hands. “Mom, I really don’t have the time to explain and I’m so sorry. But…there’s someone I’ve promised to help and if I don’t leave now, I may not be able to save them. I’m so sorry, Mom, I really am but-I-I need to do this. For them.”

He can hear her heart shatter as he pushes against the crowd towards the doors.

As Jeongin reaches the lake, an unsettling silence has fallen upon the forest. The pebbles skidding beneath him don’t make a sound. A whole ecosystem holding its breath, even as the wind whips furiously. The sky is strangely devoid of light, the wax-built moon gone. However, a soft white light pulsed against the foliage. Circling out like a shockwave from the center of the lakeside. Curled atop the grass, a great pearl of light, bursting like a star. With each strobe, heat rippled through the clearing; comfortable and calming.

An agonized scream shattered the feeling. A writhing shadow passed within the ball of light. Jeongin could immediately recognize the voice and he took off towards it. As he approached, the light appeared as less of a uniform sphere. It seemed to be pouring out of Y/n’s body.

“Y-Y/n!” Their skin was burning up, hot and fiery to the touch. They release another ear-splitting scream, trailing off into a cry. “Y/n-Y/n, please-oh god-“

An awful, broken sob tightens their chest as their hand wraps harder around his skin. It takes a life to heave their eyes open. Jeongin’s heart shutters. Their silver-speckled eyes have been fractured. Black smokey tendrils curl through the iris, draining its color.

“No! What-what is he doing to you?”

Y/n’s lips pry open, word flooding up into their throat. Another shriek rips out instead, cracking through their voice. This one too falls off into whimpers, though they restart their attempt to speak.

“J-jeongin,” Their voice is fuzzy, vocal cords fried, and words slurring. “You…”

A shaking hand reaches out for him, patting up his arm and chest in time. Fingers settle faintly on his cheek, still warm.

“You need to go.” A weak push barely turns his chin away. Steady fingers stop the action, squeezing Y/n’s hand.

“I’m not leaving you.”

“He’ll kill you, he’s-” Struggling against the fire dancing on their skin, they fight out their words. “He’s taking back his magic. I cannot be saved anymore.”

“No no no no,” Jeongin’s hand grapples with theirs panickedly. Keeping it pressed flush to his cheek, cradling their lolling head in his lap. “No, I-I promised, I'm gonna save you. Y/n, we’re-”

“Jeongin-”

“We’re going to grow together. You’ll be yourself again-“

“Jeongin-”

“I’ll learn everything about you and love all of it. Forever. All of my love, forever. I promise you.”

“Innie,” Like a hundred chimes, twinkling in unison. Dying off in the breeze. Their voice is fading, their fingers loosen on his cheek. But their eyes, filled with the adoration of the night sky, never leave his. “Thank you.”

Their body goes supernova. White blinds his eyes and the weight in his hands falls away.

Water lapped at the rocks. A soft, repetitive sound; an earthly lullaby whispered through the grasses. Clouds drift aimlessly past the sun. Low in the azure sky, birds whistle in disjoint harmony. A single swan sits lonely atop crystal waters.

The rhythmic thump of life, a heartbeat, plays beneath Jeongin’s fingers.

“We should leave soon.” They hum and lean further into his caress.

Jeongin stays transfixed. Tracing each jut and curve up their neck. The height of their cheeks and peek of their lips flushed with a sigh of warmth.

“Innie?”

Y/n’s eyes flutter open. Jeongin’s heart rockets through his chest. They lay stretched out over the lakeside, head perched in his sturdy lap. Midday sun blankets their skin with soothing comfort. They’ve stayed here, fading in and out of sleep for hours. Basking in the presence of each other away from the prying eyes of the castle.

He hums absentmindedly in response, thumbing over their lip.

“I said,'' They sit up, twisting off his legs to look at him, chuckling at his small pout. “We should probably leave soon.” Fingers drift over Jeongin’s cheeks, wiping his frown with a fresh flush. “Your mother will be expecting us.”

He sighs and nods. It’d taken a lot to repair his mother’s trust over the past months: changing from his once reckless behavior and attitude had been a very important step. Although, Jeongin couldn’t resist the few opportunities to take advantage of Y/n’s new freedom. Every moment with them was a breath of fresh air Jeongin had never truly tasted before. Every touch felt like a live wire straight to his heart. He could say with a beautiful certainty, he’d never been more alive.

“I have another suit fitting, I guess I could try to make it in time.”

Y/n laughs, a sound he will never have enough of. “Your coronation only happens once. We can do this every day for the rest of our lives.”

The words kick up in the breeze, circling their chests. Beating in unison, an unspoken elation. The rest of their lives, together. Forever free at last.

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