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witchywithwhiskey · 2 months

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okay but will we be getting some fem gloryhole action in the trucker!jake jensen series? 👀 like you know the one where a girl is lying down and just her butt and stuff pokes out of a hole (that was a weird way of describing it lol)

it's so fucking hot. like imagine her just lying there and anyone could walk up and do anything they'd like...

hi nonny i'm glad you're enjoying my trucker jake jensen series!!

i haven't decided yet if we're going to see the reader in that series back in the glory holes. if she does go back, i'd probably write it in a way where it's still mostly about Jake since their relationship is why i like writing that series. (but actually you have given me an idea......gonna keep that one secret for now 🙊)

that said, this is a whole AU with as many chris evans, sebastian stan and henry cavill characters as i want to add and i definitely plan to revisit the glory hole concept, i just haven't figured out how yet. the whole concept is hot but i need characters and a relationship dynamic to interest me in writing something—i think that's why all my fics end up so long 🫣

although now that i'm thinking about it, i have been curious about what kind of reader would work for Ransom, and i maybe have an idea. (18+ content below!!!)

what if you're the daughter of one of Ransom's business associates? what if he has a whole host of clubs—night clubs, whiskey lounges, etc. and Diesel Dolls is his secret pet project that he keeps because he's, of course, a perv.

but you don't know about that side of him. you're a spoiled heiress, with a rich father who's invested in Ransom's night clubs, which means you're an adult who basically parties for a living. and you're a regular at Ransom's night clubs, always getting the vip treatment because of your father, and he's always been so nice to you, just like all your father's business partners.

but one day you learn about Diesel Dolls and you're so curious, you ditch your normal crowd and driver and take a cab to the strip club just off the highway outside of the city.

you're immediately enraptured by the sensual dancers and the low lighting of the club. you've paid for a lap dance and are chatting with the dancer while she straddles you and grinds on you, when Ransom discovers you.

he's furious—he doesn't want your father to find out about his little business, let alone the definitely illegal glory holes in the back room, but you reveal that the dancer told you about the glory holes and you want to see them. or else you'll tell your father.

so Ransom takes you into his office, where there's a bank of monitors on his desk that show a live feed of everything going on in the back room of Diesel Dolls. you're overcome with arousal as you watch one girl with her lower half hanging through a hole in the plywood wall be pounded by a big, filthy trucker.

Ransom presses close to your back, and you're so transfixed by the different views of all kinds of truckers being serviced by the glory hole girls, that you barely notice his fingers toying with the hem of your tight dress until his touch against your thigh makes you shiver.

Ransom mocks you for getting so turned on by the sight of his girls getting railed in his glory holes. he calls you dirty, he calls you filthy, he calls you a slutty little whore who pretends to be a sweet little daddy's girl.

But his words only make you hotter and you lean back against the broad chest of your father's business partner and tell him you know he's jealous, because he wishes you were his daddy's girl.

Ransom chuckles, pretends you're wrong, pretends he could never want a spoiled heiress like you. you're too much of a princess. and you rise to the challenge, telling him you're not too much of a princess to balk at the prospect of getting into one of his glory holes.

Ransom grins, because you've fallen right into his trap. he puts you into a special glory hole—one that isn't open to the public. then Ransom calls all of your father's other business associates and together they ruin you while you're none the wiser about who exactly is fucking you.

but it's a special glory hole for another reason too. he tells you it's because there aren't any cameras, so you can enjoy yourself guilt-free. but really it's because there are tons of cameras, and on the men's side of the wall is a screen with a live feed from a camera placed directly above you. so Ransom and all your father's business parters watch you while they ruin you.

and at the end of the night, Ransom not only reveals all the men who used you—all the men you've known for years and never realized lusted after you—he also reveals the cameras and that they recorded every second of your defilement.

Ransom will use that footage to blackmail you into coming to Diesel Dolls every weekend and repeating the fun they had. and you'll pretend to be furious and betrayed, but a not-so-small part of you is excited about being turned into a free use fuck doll for your father's business partners.

but now i have a question: who are your father's other business partners?

🤭 i'm thinking one might be August Walker. and maybe Steve Kemp and Pete Brenner? 🤔 it can't be anyone i've already introduced into this universe unfortunately 🫤 that would be too hard to keep track of

#molly answers asks #club owner ransom drysdale #trucker au

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wisteriagoesvroom · 7 months

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unnecessarily specific headcanons for college!AU f1 drivers, part 1

charles

- major: marine biology

- always asks you to save you a seat at the caf and watch his bag then disappears for an hour and a half. when you have to run to your next class you find him on the quad and he’s made four new friends and is playing football and is super apologetic that he forgot his bag. you only forgive him because he’s so charming

- dorm room is a bit of a disaster. sports and pop culture memorabilia everywhere with no particular regard for look or feel, it’s just vibes

- makes music in his free time tho is not above making people listen to his lofi mixes on ableton

- has a t shirt tan from always being out doing fieldwork

- doesn’t make a big deal about studying but is constantly on JSTOR and tops classes rankings all the time. knows the librarians on a first name basis. crosses over with max in a lecture and ends up debating him every lesson about some soil degradation minutiae that runs way beyond class time

- often forgets to call his family, but when they do speak, the conversations last hours

- flirts with anything that moves. knows he can cash in the relationship capital at some point but it’s not malicious, just strategic

- is close friends with Pierre. they constantly speak rapid fire French to each other and gossiping about people in front of them when they think nobody understands

- definitely gets caught by the local paper for climbing the historical bell tower on the last day before graduation

max

- major: geography

- writes a shockingly good first year thesis. so good that he fucks over the bell curve for everyone else and thus alienates most people

- blatantly abuses the open office hours to go argue with the profs about pedantic points from their seminars. they actually fear him and respect him in equal regard

- will talk about the geographies of war and peace in such unnecessary detail that most people at student parties know to avoid him so as not to get maxsplained at the fruit punch

- knows only how to make 5 dishes and keeps making the same few (one of them has potatoes and raisins in it. his dorm mates do not know how to feel).

- is all about efficiency. definitely abuses a 12-in-1 shampoo and this is a detail he will never live down even when everyone graduates. at one point he resorts to eating “prepacked food” until someone (probably his TA Daniel) points out that those are army rations that you normally heat up in like, the desert

- spots a statistical error in one of the papers in year end finals, and correctly challenges their prof wolff on it. prof wolff doesn’t like that one bit.

george

- major: finance

- head of student union and will not shut up about it

- won on a platform that de-emphasised radical politics in favour of “real hard hitting issues that affect our campus welfare” including alumni fundraising

- is in fact very close with the alumni. so much so they find him annoying but will still donate every time he asks them to open their pockets for better decor in the dorms or whatever

- will one day end up running the regional arm of a Fortune 500 investment bank, before he runs for political office because someone told him he couldn’t do it and he wanted to prove a point

- gets too drunk one day and ends up running half-clothed around the quad singing adele very off key. will pay a PR specialist a huge sum when he’s older to have this scrubbed from the internet

- his friend Alex teases him about his swottiness constantly. alex is not part of the student union but somehow everyone on campus knows him anyway and loves him

alex

- major: maths and statistics

- is such a nice dude that the cafeteria workers actually smuggle him secret (and more ethnic) food on the side

- will quietly put his hand up in a lecture and say “respectfully, this is why the combinatronics sequence should be…” and is usually right

- one of the very few members of the overwhelmingly white college campus who can dance, and meets his partner lily at the ballroom dance club or something. has waltzed with George when drunk too. (Alex leads. George is not really happy about it)

- keeps a running excel sheet of who wins the drinking games at the silverstone dorm, where the gang regularly meets

- got in on an aid scholarship and never brags about it. but everyone is aware and knows he is one of the best people ever.

- posts a lot of BeReals about his cat who he misses dearly

I could do more of these but i will stop for now because I don’t know who else wants to read these extremely self-indulgent brainrot thoughts 🤷🏻‍♀️

(i was self indulgent. part 2 here.)

#lestappen #galex #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #just some thoughts rattling around my head like loose change #now that it’s winter break #it’s only day 1 #and here lies the proof that I am extremely mentally ill #delulu is the solulu #f1 imagine #charles leclerc #max verstappen #george russell #alex albon #3316 #cl16/mv33 #1633 #6623 #wiz.HCs

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kanmom51 · 11 months

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JM Face masterlist

PJM1 is coming soon

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Hard vr. Soft

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Enjoy it he tells us - Set me free pt. 2

The comparison - Lie and Set me free pt. 2

Hobi’s IG story 17 March 2023

Set me free pt. 2 - the visuals

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What I missed when I was sleeping 20 March 2023

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Like crazy - teaser

I guess we can start sharing pics from the album, right?

Okey guys, we can now reveal the big secret

JM Like crazy - my crazy thoughts

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I really love this interpretation

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Bringing this back

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If we didn’t think already that JM was a sweetheart

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away-ward · 9 months

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Based on the idea from this post . I said a "Fun Night" but I don't write things that are fun usually. There's always some sort of problem.

Summary: On a rare night out, Banks thinks she'll be the one teaching Emory the art of axe throwing, only to realize there's something going on inside her that Em can help with instead.

Post-Canon, written in third person because I still don't want to even attempt to butcher Banks voice. General OOC-ness. Angst, with a touch of humor.

And a lot of love.

November 7th, edited for grammar, spelling, and word choice.

“No, like this,” Banks said, stepping in behind Emory as close as she could. Bringing her arms around, she repositioned Emory’s hands on the bottom of the axe. “Now, line up, feet close together.” She shifted with Emory’s body, waiting until the position felt right.

“Aim,” she said next, and then released Emory. “Dominate foot forward, and throw.”

The axe rotated once in the air before sinking into the wooden board with a yellow target spray-painted on.

Directly in the center of the target. Emory swung around with a big smile spread across her face.

Banks curled her lips in a sneer. She went to remove the axe from the wood. Turning back to her friend, she said, “Beginner’s luck.”

Emory cocked an eyebrow. “Still closer than yours.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, Banks nodded her head towards the back of the cage. “Step aside.”

Emory bowed out, giving the room to Banks as she set up for her next throw. It was a rare night that they didn’t end up and Sensou for a class or work out, but Banks wasn’t in the mood to be around people. The kids were camping with the Fanes, Winter had a dance rehearsal, and Emory had said she’d never been Axe-throwing, so it was the perfect night to disappear for a while. All she had to do was show up at the Grayson’s a drag Em out the front door, ignoring Will’s weak protests about his wife and threats to report her for kidnapping.

With a strangled grunt, Banks let the axe fly. It struck the corner of the board, far from the target. Banks glared at it as Emory approached from behind, eyeing the offensive tool and then Banks.

She shrugged. “Bad throw. Go again.”

“I don’t need your pity,” Banks snapped, turning on her so they were face to face, nose to nose.

“It’s not pity when it’s coming from a friendly place,” Emory said. She crossed her arms, refusing to give an inch.

Banks’ chest rose and fell with heavy breath. She felt the tension in the air, and wondered if her friend could, too. She felt tight all over, and prickly, ready to snap at anything. Emory’s dark brown eyes remain steady on her, unbothered by her response.

Shaking her head, she stepped back. “Just go.”

Banks knew Emory could tell something was up just by the way she watched her, but Emory didn’t ask, instead stepping up for her second throw. She positioned herself perfectly this time, swing her arms back as she stepped forward and released the axe. It sank once more in the center of the target. Banks couldn’t help the surge of pride for her friend’s natural skills.

Emory Grayson was something else.

“Beginner's, what?” Emory teased. She held her hand to her ear, waiting for Bank’s concession.

Too bad, Banks thought, I don’t concede that easily. Wordlessly, she stepped around Emory’s smug figure. Wrapping her had around her third axe, she gripped it tightly in both hands, lining up with the target, she let out a deep breath, focusing on the bullseye in front of her.

Before she could release the handle, Banks’ vision shifted, blurring the target in front of her. No, she shook herself, chasing away the thought with a vicious snarl. With a guttural cry, she flung the axe. It rotated wildly and plunged deep into the wood.

“Woah,” she heard Em whisper behind her.

The dam in her chest cracked and broke, and before Banks knew what was happening, she reached for another axe. A hand wrapped around her wrist, stopping her. She rotated her arm to loosen Emory’s grip, but Emory still wrangled her away from where the weapons were housed, pushing her back.

Suddenly, Banks regretted training the girl so well.

“What is wrong with you?” Emory asked.

“Nothing.”

Emory’s lips tightened, but she didn’t say anything. Still, Banks could see the unspoken words in her eyes. Liar, she called her, and then demanded the truth.

Banks held her breath until she was sure it would come out without shaking. “Nothing,” she repeated. The word sounded empty even to her.

“Fine,” Emory clipped, “but it’s my turn.”

Banks watched as she pulled the Axe from the wood. It took her a good bit of yanking and leveraging her foot against the wall, which gave Banks a boost of ego. Then Emory set herself, taking aim. Her lips worked, as if she were contemplating something.

Finally, she settled. “This is for that client who didn’t want to talk to me but only to Damon,” she said loudly, voice turning to a deep growl. “And for calling me a ‘little lady’,” she finished as she released the axe in the air.

It could have sunk into the center, but Banks wouldn’t know. All she could stare at was Emory, who heaved a giant breath and turned to look at her.

Arching a brow, she lifted a single shoulder. “What, you think you’re the only one with shit they’re dealing with?”

When Banks didn’t answer, Emory scoffed and walked down the row to retrieve the axe. She walked back and stood in front of Banks, holding it out to her. Calmer than before, Banks took the axe and repeated the routine.

“This is for that woman who keeps hitting on my husband,” she said, and let the axe go. This time, it landed within the target without nearly splintering the wood.

“Nice,” Emory commented from the side, “but that’s not what’s bothering you.”

“It always bothers me,” Banks answered.

“Which means it’s not what’s going on today.”

Banks rolled her eyes. Sometimes, she hated how well Emory knew her.

Emory took the axe and, before throwing it, let out another aggravation. They repeated the process, taking turns. With each throw, both girls felt their shoulders lighten, as if the world were being lifted away. Emory more than Banks, who only seemed to get sadder, and more hollow.

Eventually, her friend ran out of grievances, and Banks found she was running low, too.

“This is for,” she said, axe in the air behind her, arms bent over her head, as she ran through everything, trying to pull on anything she could. Only one thing remained, front and center in her mind. “This is for my mom,” she said, letting the axe fly.

It didn’t make a full rotation, and instead bounced off the wood and falling to the ground. Banks couldn’t see it, though, as the tears welded up in her green eyes.

“Nik,” Emory whispered, coming to her side.

She looked up into Emory’s wide eyes, emphasized by her large glasses that Banks always thought were impractical. She could see the point at that moment, because they served as a barrier between her and the world.

Emory waited for her to say something. She never talked about her mom, not with her or with any of them, other than Kai. Especially not Damon. Her chin shook as she tried to keep the words off her tongue, not wanting to make it seem like a bigger deal than it was. They fell out anyway.

“My mom died,” she muttered on a shaky breath, quickly drawing in another to try and calm herself. Why wouldn’t her chin stop shaking. "That stupid bit—" she broke off, still not able to curse the woman the way she wanted. Because she didn’t want to, not really.

She felt Emory’s hand come to rest on her back and felt stupid for needing the comfort. Shaking her head, she drew back what tears she could. “They found her in the bathroom with a needle in her arm. Of course. She only ever sought her own pleasure.”

“When was the last time you spoke to her?”

“After Kai and I got married,” Banks nodded. And then she rolled her eyes again, “The first time.”

Emory laughed. It was a big joke that technically their wedding event was more like a vow renewal for the only two actually married.

“She came by right around I was a few months pregnant with Mads and asked for some money,” Banks continued. “I was hesitant at first, but also. She was going to be a grandma, so I thought...” she stopped again. What did she think? That another kid was going to finally convince her to fix herself? She was so stupid.

“But she said something and I realized that now that I was married to a wealthy man, she’d only ever see me as a bank account. So, I gave her the money and never answered her calls again.”

Emory rubbed her friend’s back. “Does Kai know?”

Banks shook his head. “No. I never told him about her visit, and I haven’t told him about this. It doesn’t matter. She’s never been in our life. Her death doesn’t change anything. I don’t know why I feel like this.”

They stood in silence for a minute, letting the feelings ride out. Finally, Emory stepped away, grabbing their bags. “Come on, this isn’t what we need right now.”

“What do you mean?” Banks asked, eyeing her sudden shift.

“I have a better way to work this out.”

A twenty-minute Uber ride through Meridian brought them to a different type of business. Banks stood aside as Emory sorted everything with the cashier. Then she ushered her into a small room with two doors, where she handed her a full-body suit, and PPE glasses and gloves.

“Put these on,” she demanded, already pulling the white suit over her clothes.

Banks sighed, but followed her instructions. “What are we doing here?”

Once fully situated, Emory opened the next door, letting them into another room. This one was filled with all kinds of junk, from appliances to broken furniture. Banks frown, turning back to Emory.

Emory was already ready, holding out a metal bat. “Hit the TV,” she said, nodding to the old, square TV on the table.

“What? No. This is stupid.”

“Hit the TV.”

“Em, I already know how to work out my anger. I do it multiple times a week, remember.”

“Sensou is about control and learning control. This is about being uncontrolled.” She jutted the bat out farther. “Hit the TV.”

“Alright!” Banks groaned, taking the bat. She wrapped her hands around the bat and looked at the black screen. All she could think about was how stupid she had been to cry in front of Emory.

Emory, who’d lost two loving parents when she was a child, and whose brother had turned to beating her because he couldn’t control himself. Then, when that wasn’t enough, he dragged her into his sick games, all while telling her he loved her. If anyone had something worth breaking down over, it was Emory.

At least with Gabriel and her mom, she knew the score.

Her hands squeezed the base, knuckles whitening as she stood in front of the TV with Em at her back.

If that was the case, she asked herself, then why did it hurt so bad?

“Hit the TV!” Emory said, her voice louder than before and ringing in Banks's ears.

“I will.”

“Hit it!”

“Okay.”

Not letting up, Emory responded before she could even get the word out. “Hit the TV, Banks!”

Banks let out a yell, swinging the bat around in a full arc. She swung so hard, she thought for sure her shoulder was going to pop. The TV shattered, glass flying everywhere and among the sound, she could hear Emory’s shout of joy.

Emory didn’t stop there. She raised her own weapon, a golf club, and hit another item sitting on a warped desk, letting a cry rip from her own throat. Banks watched, smiling at the monster before her that had taken over her best friend.

Together, they demolished the room, hitting everything in reach, sometimes stomping through chairs. When their hour was done, both girls were sweaty and spent. Banks laughed as Emory took off her protective gear, revealing her usual sleek brown hair had started to frizz around the top, and the ring over her cheeks from where the plastic glasses sat. She was red-faced with exertion, but looked exhilarated.

They laughed their way down the street to the nearest bar, taking up one of the small, round table high-tops. After place their orders with the waitress, Banks checked her phone, noting that Kai had only texted once to check on her. Across from her, Emory scrolled and scrolled.

“Will?”

“He keeps sending me GIFs and stickers.”

“He misses you,” Banks scoffed. They’d barely been separated for a few hours.

Emory shook her head. “He gets bored too easily. I swear, it’s all a game to see how many he can send before I get annoyed. All he wants is my attention, good or bad. He doesn't care.”

The way Em smiled at her phone, Banks concluded that it was all a game, just as she said. Only, Em was the one who knew how to play.

The waitress returned with their drinks, and after thanking her, Em put her phone face down on the table. Banks looked at her, swallowing. Playful Em turned into soft Em, and suddenly she didn’t know what to do. “It’s okay to be mad at her.”

“I know,” she said. “But it’s pointless, isn’t it?”

Emory swirled her drink. “It’s messy,” she said wistfully. Then looking at Banks as if looking for confirmation, she continued, “Love. Family. It’s messy.”

“It shouldn’t be,” Banks said, looking down at the table. “It should be simple. I love Kai, and I love my children. I’d never do anything that would hurt them.”

Emory nodded.

Banks looked up. “Did you know she sold me? She sold me to an eleven-year-old for like a thousand dollars. Who does that to their child?”

Emory took a deep breath. “When Martin died, I was sad. And didn’t know what to do with it. I couldn’t talk to Will, because…”

“Yeah,” Banks nodded. That was messy.

“But eventually I sorted it out. I was sad because I loved him. Despite everything, I loved him.” She paused, letting the words sink. “I hated him too, but I missed what he used to be when he was just my big brother.”

Banks nodded. Sometimes, in the quiet, when she let her thoughts drift to her mom, she wondered why she couldn’t just take care of her like a mom should.

But then she wouldn’t have Damon, or Kai, or her children. Or any of their family, which had grown on her over the years. Yes, even Michael. But she’d only admit that under torture.

“Will still doesn’t get it. He understands how you can hate someone you love, but he doesn’t understand how you can love someone you hate.”

“I can’t say I disagree with him,” Banks told her. “My mom hit me once and that was enough for me to decide. I don’t know how you could still feel that way for your brother.”

“Hey,” Emory snapped, “Martin would have never sold me to one of those basters for a thousand dollars.”

Banks raised her brows. She had a point.

“He would have held out for at least half-a-mil.”

They stared at each other before breaking out into laughter.

“Or a bag of potato chips,” Emory said through her amusement, shoulders shaking. “It’d depend on how hungry he was.”

They calmed down, each taking sips of their drinks, feeling a bit better. Emory always made things seem not as bad. Still, something lingered.

“She just gave me up like it was nothing. Like I was nothing to her,” she said, blinking away tears of anger because God, she already cried once that night and she wouldn’t do it again. “And if she could do that, what’s to stop anyone else from doing it.”

Now Emory gasped. “Banks,” she pushed. “You know that’s not true.”

“No, really. What’s to stop them?” They both knew who she was really talking about, so Banks tried again. “What’s to stop Kai from giving me up?”

“Kai would tear the world apart for you,” Emory stated, staring unwavering at her.

“Would he?” Banks challenged, “Or would he take this as his opportunity to get what he really wants.”

Emory tilted her head in confusion, dark eyes questioning. Banks returned the look. Both of them had heard the taunts and the rumors over the years, the ones about their family. Sometimes they were poly; sometimes they were swingers. Sometimes, it was just straight up cheating. No one knew and no one understood, which was fine, because they didn’t need them to. But there was one rumor that kept getting brought up again and again.

Realization dawn on Emory. “You can’t possibly be thinking of Rika.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” Emory started, her words failing her as she tried to come up with an explanation.

“See.”

“No, I’m struggling because the idea is so silly and absurd. Kai would rather go to prison for a lifetime – two lifetimes, even - if it guaranteed your existence and your happiness. Rika was a…fantasy. The night he was arrested, it carved a crater into his mind that he couldn’t heal. Their revenge was supposed to close it, but that didn’t work out.”

Banks scoffed around the rim of her drink. “So, he had to fuck her to close his wound?”

“No, but it did close that chapter, as weird as it is. Closing the chapter allowed the wound to start healing. I don’t think it ever fully closed up until you.”

“How sweet.”

Emory held up her hands in mock forfeit. “But, hey, what do I know. I wasn’t there. You know, who might have the answers, though?”

“If you say Kai—”

“You should talk to him. You know, before you throw an axe through his head.”

Unwillingly, Banks chuckled at the thought.

“I know one thing for sure,” Emory said after a moment of silence. Banks dragged her eyes up to her, and Em smiled. “I love you. And I’d never trade you for a potato chip, or a thousand dollars, or a million. None of us would.”

Banks looked away, the rush of emotions doing things to her that she didn’t like happening in public.

“You’d trade me for one of your kids, though,” she challenged her friend.

“Damn right, I would,” Emory agreed. “And you’d be happy to die for them.”

“Absolutely,” Banks said, knowing the feeling was mutual.

But they worked too hard to make sure it never came to that.

“Another round?” Emory asked, nodded to their empty glasses. Banks waved down the waitress.

About an hour later, they called their husbands. Or attempted to. It was a little difficult to hit the button and even when their respective husbands picked up, there was a lot of giggling and confusion about where exactly they were located.

Over the speaker, Emory could hear Kai tell them they were cut off for the night.

Forty-five minutes and another two rounds later, shadows appeared over their table. The pair looked up, and faced with the amused and yet slightly confused expressions of their husbands, concealed their snorts of laughter with hands over their faces.

“Okay, that’s enough for you,” Kai said, lifting Banks by the arms. He hooked one arm around the back of his neck and guided her forward with his hands on her waist.

“Who said? You?” Banks asked, spinning around to look at him through narrowed eyes. “I don’t take orders from you.”

His gaze slanted at the challenge. “You wanna fight?” She could feel his hands tightening around her waist, but didn’t register what that could mean. Suddenly, she was in the air and over his shoulder.

She braced herself so that she didn’t go down completely, managing to catch sight of Will and Em behind them. Emory had her legs wrapped around Will’s body, arms around his shoulders as she looked at them from his back.

They laughed at her.

“Put me down,” she said as Kai carried her from the bar. Outside, Kai did put her back on her feet, letting her catch her balance. Late as it was, people were still around the streets, and with the fresh air and a clearing head, she suspected that might be why. He almost always went out of his way to let her keep her pride.

Will and Em stepped around them, starting towards the black SUV parked in front of the bar, the Graymor logo on the front door panel in gold. He brought a company car, she thought, because it has a darker tint on the windows.

Behind her, Kai urged her forward. Before taking another step, she turned around, stepping as close to him as she could.

“If you had the chance to sleep with Rika again, would you?”

His brows fell, faced contorting with bewilderment. Behind her, she heard Will swear and Emory tell him to shut up. “I – what?” Kai asked.

Answer a question with a question wasn’t a good sign. “Would you fuck Rika?” she repeated, slower this time, pausing between each word.

“No,” he said just as slow, the word drawn out.

“What if I wanted to?”

“What the fu-“

“Will, seriously. Shut. Up.”

Banks pushed their two onlookers from her attention, focusing only on her husband. Kai blinked, jaw working. "If you wanted to, I would—" he breathed deeply, somehow uncomfortable and confident at the same time. “Would it make you happy?”

Banks stared at him.

Kai sighed. He dragged his hands up her sides, letting his fingers find the gaps in her clothes to touch her skin, until he reached her neck. His hands seemed to linger there for a moment, before he took her face a tilted it up, as if he could draw her closer.

She licked her lips, hands pressing against his chest. Not pushing him back, but not bringing him in. “Rika’s gorgeous.”

“Sure.”

“And you wanted her.”

“I wanted girls before her, too. You going to track every one of them down and quiz me about them, too? Going to kill every woman I've ever touched?”

“How do you know I haven’t? Have you been checking the obituaries lately?”

“I have, in fact.”

Banks stilled. She was teasing. She didn’t really mean that she was going to hunt down all his old hook-ups. But the seriousness in his tone made her heart stop. Her eyes searched his face, deep green meeting dark brown – darker than Em’s but just as warm. And just as understanding.

Her jealousy suddenly felt very – what did Em call it before? Absurd? “I didn’t know how to –”

“It’s fine. I figured you would tell me when you were ready.”

Her hands fiddled with the fabric of his crisp, white shirt. “How’d you know?”

Kai chuckled, the deep vibrations moving through her hands. He leaned down, using a single finger to move her hair out of the way. First his lips skimmed the edge of her jaw, coming to her ear. She could hear the dark smile in his voice. “Do you think there isn’t anything I don’t know about you, little one?”

She shivered as his breath graze over the sensitive skin, gripping his shirt tighter. Under her fist, she could feel his heart beat. Her other hand snaked around the back of his neck, finding the straight edge of his short hair.

“Get a room!”

“Em,” Will admonished.

She could feel the shift in her husband. Their room was an hour away. The back seat was about eight feet. Banks laughed. He was definitely thinking about it.

She let her lips brush against his once before darting out of his hold just as he tried to go deeper. “Nik,” he warned. First name, very serious.

Ignoring him, Banks grabbed Emory from where she was leaning and pulled her into the back seat. “It’s still girl’s night,” she shouted over Emory’s giggling.

“Girl’s night,” Will echoed from outside the car. “So, what does that mean? I don’t get to sleep with my wife tonight?”

“Nope, she’s all mine!” Banks said, pulling Emory into her arms as she tucked under her chin.

The front doors opened, the SUV shifted as the men settled into the front seat for the ride back to Thunder Bay. The girls in the back fidgeted until they were comfortably holding each other, with Emory resting her cheek on Banks’ shoulder, and Banks resting on the crown of Emory’s head.

Little Emory Grayson, she thought fondly, I love you.

They drove for a little, hitting the freeway just as she started to doze off, only coming back to awareness when she heard her husband’s voice.

“Stop looking at my wife.”

“I can’t help it,” Will whispered. “I’ve never seen Banks look so soft and gentle. She’s so... docile.”

“I can still lay you out flat on your back, Grayson.” She felt Emory shake with laughter under her.

“Only when I go easy on you.”

“Which is never.”

“Em, tell her!” Will whined.

“I don’t know. She is pretty scrappy.”

“Babe,” Will drew out, sounding aghast at the betrayal.

Banks opened her eyes, seeing Will first in the passenger seat. He sat forward, smiling despite the all the teasing. But then, he always smiled, never minding being their punching bag or the butt of the joke, because he knew he wasn’t a joke. His family had taught him that.

Then her eyes moved to her husband, who she could only see in profile. The yellow lights of the freeway bounced off his face, and in those small flashes of light she could see the tips of his smile too. His eyes moved, catching hers in the rearview mirror. In them, she could see everything she needed to know. His certainty of who he was and what he wanted, and that it all pointed to her, and them, and their children.

She nuzzled into Em’s soft hair, closing her eyes again, heart full once again.

Thanks so much for reading. I know we've been a little desperate for some Banks content and I felt bad throwing out the idea and then not delivering.

Hope this helps!

-KO

#devil's night series stuff #my fic #nikova banks #emory scott #kaibanks #willemmy #fic title: hollow

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#hypebeast #twerking #pretty girls #mpeachesofficial #swaggirl #dancehall #sexy dance #twerk it #big bank challenge #big bootie

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Big Hit Family

Bang Si-hyuk (Hitman Bang)

He was the first and only person that Grace auditioned for, even though she had gone to Big Hit as a would-be dancer and assistant as she was literally just out of school. He asked her to sing on the off chance which she said and she was hired on the spot, though her contract would be more for an assistant/admin role with singing and dancer added on.

It was agreed in the beginning she wouldn’t be an idol, but a trainee in case the opportunity arose (i.e. the hip-hop group that Bang wanted to create).

Her training covered many objects including hip-hop style of dancing and her singing lessons she took with Lee Hyun who was the first idol she had ever met.

The introduction to Namjoon happened with Bang, who explained what he was looking for in terms of a new hip hop group (which is what the second audition was originally about). There were no talks at that point about creating a co-ed group.

After BTS debuted and grew successful, Bang always kept the door open for Grace as she was the only female at Big Hit and the only female member of BTS so he told her if she was ever having any problems with anything, his door would be open

He was one of the main producers for her solo in WINGS - Dangerous Woman. He would later go on to be the main producer for all her mixtapes and solo albums.

He treats her like a daughter and often phones her to catch up, to ask how things are going.

When she started to win awards on her own, he was the first to congratulate her and would always send flowers.

Bang and her parents get on very well

He’s often seen as more of a paternal figure to Grace, a substitute father during her early idol days when her own father couldn’t be there for her

Lee Hyun

Grace’s first tutor in being an idol and gave her vocal lessons as well

She often sees him as a big brother or another father figure, and has jokingly called him ‘Big Hit’s boss.’

If he has a song that he’s written which he thinks would suit her vocals, he’ll send it to her with notes. She’ll often record it for fun then send it back if Lee wants to use it. Sometimes she’ll do the same for him - write a song, send it over and he records it back for her

Grace was heartbroken when he had to go into the military and would often write him letters, keeping him updated on what was going on

Though it’s not often on camera, they always work together behind the scenes. A brief glimpse of their relationship was captured on camera at the Big Hit Family photoshoot with TXT. Fans commented on how Lee made sure Grace was comfortable in her outfits and shoes

In his YouTube series, she was the one who did the first introduction for him and he’ll often comment on her vocals with PD Dogg and her dance skills with Son Sungdeuk

Tomorrow X Together

Grace’s babies. There’s no point in denying that. Just like she is with Jungkook, Grace treats TXT like her babies.

In the early days, she often kept an eye on them and would secretly order food for them, knowing they had been training hard since day one.

TXT treat Grace like a big sister, often referring to her as ‘Grace Noona’ in videos when they happen to mention her. And MOA’s know Yeonjun is her biggest fan

Since these challenge videos started coming out, Grace would always be the last one to do it with them but always made sure to appear in at least one of those videos with the boys, especially for their ‘Good Boy Gone Bad’ single.

At music award shows, Grace would always sing along to their songs

And at Music Bank, she’s always trying to pull them in to sing along or dance along to whatever song they’ve won to

It’s also on video that they have a large collection of Grace merchandise as well

If TXT has a concert, Grace will do her utmost to be there

#bts 8th member #bts scenarios #bts additional member #bts headcanons #bts fanfiction #bts reactions #bts eighth member #bts fic #bts female member

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Two Truths and a Lie

Chapter 8: A Ring, a Red Carpet, and an Ex

Bakugou x Fem!Reader

◈ Pro Hero, Fake Engagement ◈ Word Count: 2834

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!!: cheating mention

You step onto the red carpet with Bakugou for the first time.

Options, options. There’s too many options on the damn tray in front of Bakugou, and none of them are right.

“What about this ring?” you ask, picking up a thin band with a modest stone in the center. He takes it from you and holds it close to his face. If he has to hold it like this to properly see the gem in the middle, it’s not good enough.

“From me? That’s too simple.” He puts it back in its spot on the velvet lined tray and surveys the other rings in front of him. One catches his eye above the rest. “I like this one.”

You take the ring and slide it on your finger. Based on the way your lips pucker, you’re not a fan. “Yeah, if I want to have a freakin beacon on my finger.” You move your hand in the light. An explosion of sparkles dance around the ceiling of the hotel room. “I could signal SOS if I’m lost at sea.” You rip it off your finger and put it back among the others. Both of you pick up another and hand it to each other.

Bakugou frowns at the simple silver band that twists around itself before settling behind a princess cut sapphire. “This would be one I’d get you if we were straight out of school and had no money.” It would work, but now that he’s made a name for himself and built up his bank account, he can do better — will do better.

You frown at the pear-shaped diamond nestled in a halo on an intricate band. It doesn’t even get the privilege of sitting on your finger for a moment. “And this one is on every ring shame group on social media.”

“You could say it’s basic and move on,” Bakugou says flatly. What the hell does he know about rings? Ring shame groups? People complain about that shit when it’s supposed to be a symbol of love from the person they want to spend the rest of their life with?

You try, and fail, to cover a snort with a cough. Your hand shoots out and picks up a thick rose gold ring. The entire ring is encrusted with pink and white stones with a large diamond sitting at the apex. “This,” you laugh, “This is way too outlandish.”

“At least we can agree on that.” Bakugou shakes his head. “What about this one?” The square stone is as big as your knuckle. Truly awful.

“I will wear that when hell freezes over.” You fan yourself with your hand and stare up at the ceiling, teardrops welling up in your eyes from laughing too much.

You both stand there for a moment longer, the challenge of finding a ring seeming like a never-ending task. Bakugou sighs and picks up another one. When will it end? Is there even a design that’ll satisfy both of you? Halfheartedly, he hold out the ring and shrugs. “What about this one?”

You gingerly take the twisted band, one strand dotted with small diamonds and the other plain, all topped with a cushion cut diamond. You slip it on your finger and study it silently. Bakugou watches as you turn it this way and that. “I can live with that I guess,” you nod. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Success.

A voice calls out from the door. “Verity, we're ready for you.” Looking at your finger one last time, you walk off towards the rest of the rooms rented by the agency on the floor for gala preparation. Bakugou’s heart stutters for a second when he sees the way your lips curve and your eyes glitter as much as the ring on your finger.

“Wow, you two sure argue a lot.” A hand slaps his shoulder. Of fucking course he’d show up.

“Kaminari.” Bakugou’s stomach curdles. How much had he heard? You’re lucky neither of you talked about… your arrangement. “Didn’t your agency rent out the other half of this floor? On the other side of the building?” Where’s Kirishima when Bakugou needs him to be a social buffer?

“Just making an observation,” Kaminari says cheekily. “And we’re all friends here, what does it matter where I get ready?” Bakugou shrugs Kaminari’s hand off his shoulder and heads out the door.

With seven rooms on the floor dedicated to his agency, not Kaminari’s – Kaminari’s area is down the hall past the elevators – that one particular room was only jewelry. Bakugou didn’t need anything yet, maybe some specialty cufflinks later once he has his suit. There are also rooms dedicated to hair, makeup, clothes, and changing rooms.

“Get your head out of your ass and tell me what’s on your mind.” He shoves his hands in his pocket and walks towards the clothing room. With any luck everyone will kick Kaminari back to his section and Bakugou can dress in peace. “You know I hate it when you beat around the bush.”

“That’s Midoriya’s ex.”

“Yes.”

“Are you really marrying her?”

Bakugou stops in the middle of the hallway. Designers and stylists bustle around him, leading other heroes at the agency to their rooms. “Are you saying I shouldn’t because she’s been with him?” There’s an ache in his jaw and Bakugou has to remind himself to release the tension before he breaks a tooth. Again.

How dare he say that? Rage floods Bakugou from his heart out to his fingers. He takes three long strides over to the blond and jabs him in the chest. In a low voice so no one else hears, he hisses, “Of all people to give me shit about this, I didn’t expect it from you.”

“No! You’ve got it all wrong!” Kaminari takes a quick step back and holds his hands up defensively. He looks around as if he has the biggest secret in the world before whispering to Bakugou. “I know Midoriya didn’t want them out, but we all knew they were a thing for years and they broke up what, two months ago? Doesn’t it seem… soon?”

Two months ago…? But two months ago… he’d been about to ask Ochako out… and had a horrible lunch where he practically stomped off.

No. There’s no way. Sparky must’ve fried himself one too many times and messed up the timeline.

You didn’t talk about how things ended, and honestly he didn’t want to hear it. If you wanted to talk about feelings and crap, you could go to a counselor or something… Had you mentioned the breakup? He knew you were together for five years, but that was it.

Golden eyes wait apprehensively. Right. Gala. Kaminari. Bakugou doesn’t want to lie to his friend about this. He mulls over his words until he can find the right ones. “We’re engaged. We’re happy. You and everyone else can mind your own damn business.”

“Dynamight, we’re ready for you,” a stylist says as he walks down the hall. The man doesn’t even wait for Bakugou, expecting that the hero will follow. Bakugou may be the hero in the streets, but for the stylist, this is his world and Bakugou is his pawn.

“Y’know what?” Bakugou raises an eyebrow at Kaminari as he takes a step back. “That asshole was wrong about her. In every way. It’s his loss.”

Bakugou’s had many moments in life where his heart, for one reason or another, nearly stopped; being taken by the slime, watching All Might nearly sacrifice himself, the countless times there had been ‘close calls’ on the job. Now he can add ‘seeing you walk down the hallway dressed to the nines’ to the list.

Even as you fidget with the bracelet on your wrist and tug at the side of your dress, he can’t help but stop and stare. When you finally notice him, you stop and take a minute to gawk at him.

“Well?” you say and strike a pose. “How do I look?”

Bakugou holds his hand out and spins you around slowly once you take it. “Stunning.”

“I feel ridiculous,” you lament.

“Stop. Everyone’ll be lookin’ at you the moment you step onto the carpet.” The way you stare into his eyes, fear of the unknown that you’re walking into… This is your first time. He’s never seen photos of you at these types of events before, nor does he remember fucking Deku taking you anywhere. Maybe that was how you wanted it. Or maybe that bastard thought he could tuck you away until he found something better. “He never took you to one of these, did he?”

Bakugou already knows the answer.

“No.”

Fuck.

“Follow my lead then. Smile at the cameras and ignore the questions.”

“When do you ever smile for them?”

Bakugou pointedly ignores your question. “Get ready.”

The cacophony of questions and flashes hit him like a freight train. He does his best to situate himself in front of you to lessen the brunt of everything, but even from the small glance your way, he can see the strain on your face.

Guiding you up to the first mark, he takes his standard pose – with one minor alteration. Instead of having both arms crossed or both hands in his pocket with his signature sneer, he has his left hand securely around your waist. Your right hand grips the back of his suit jacket as if he’d disappear and leave you alone in front of the wolves.

“Dynamight! Dynamight! Over here!”

“Verity, is this the ring?”

“Tell us how you met!”

“When’s the wedding?”

“Dynamight, what quirk do you expect your children to have?”

“Is it true you were dating Pro Hero Deku before this? Why didn’t you two ever go public?”

“Dynamight is this your first relationship?”

At some point in the barrage of questions, you laid your left hand against his chest and turned up the charm. From the corner of his eye he watches you bat your eyes and smile coyly at the cameras. That is, until the next couple is announced.

The first question from the paparazzi directed at them shatters your facade for a mere second.

“Deku! Uravity! Are there wedding bells in the future for you as well?”

Bakugou suavely takes your hand from the death grip at his back and spins you around once so you have a brief moment to collect yourself.

“Let’s go,” he whispers.

The inside of the conference room turned extravagant for the gala is jaw droppingly gorgeous, and Bakugou’s sure that under normal circumstances, you’d be stunned into silence taking everything in. But right now you look like you’ve found the sourest lemon on earth and decided to eat it whole.

“Well this should be… exciting,” you say tartly.

“We can leave.” Her first event and that fucker already ruined it. We didn’t even get in the door.

“No,” you wave him off, “You’re expected to be here. Plus if I say I’m not feeling well then there will be ten tabloids running ‘Dynamight expects first child’ headlines.”

Bakugou catches your elbow before you can turn away and pulls you in close. His mouth is against your ear so only you can hear the genuine concern in his voice. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Are you?” you counter, “This is the first time you’ve seen her since…”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.” And surprisingly, he means it. “I’ll go find out where we’re sitting.”

It doesn’t take long to find your name placement. Since he’s one of the best, you’d both naturally be near the front. Thankfully, everyone else at your table was well known, and more to the point, not Deku. Only fate with a cruel sense of irony would place Deku and Ochako at the same table.

You’ve moved from the spot he left you at though. Scanning the crowd, Bakugou finally sees you near the bathrooms – with fucking Deku at your side. His smile and gestures may look genuine to most, but the way you back away from his touch and your fists curl, whatever’s being said is anything but pleasant. You snap out some retort that he can’t hear, but it irritates Deku and his smile falls.

Bakugou sees red as you’re backed into a corner. Whatever that asshole has to say, he can say it to the both of you. He doesn’t care how many people he shoulder checked on his way over, you’re the only one he cares about.

“Deku.” Bakugou says frostily as he tries to approach with forced casualness. “What are you doing with my fiancée?” Smooth.

Midoriya smoothes out his frown and replaces it with his trademark smile. Given what Bakugou saw before, it feels extremely out of place. “I need to talk to her.”

“And I said I would rather choke on Shigaraki’s crusty ass dick.”

“And there’s no need for dramatics,” he replies with faux-concern lacing his brows together.

“Don’t patronize me,” you sneer.

“We’re at table three,” Bakugou interrupts the rehashing of the conversation. Already some eyes wander your way. “Get some water. I’ll meet you there.” The silent conversation that passes between the two of you practically has him begging for you to back the fuck off. Little do you know, he knows things.

Only when you’re well out of earshot does Bakugou speak. “Let’s walk.” He leads Midoriya towards the entrance, away from

Midoriya breaks the silence first. “You’re really with her.”

“I told you that when you fucking texted.”

“Kacchan, I-”

“Don’t ‘Kacchan’ me,” Bakugou sneers. “You don’t know me. And she doesn’t know what you did.”

“What are-”

“Smile, Deku. The cameras are watching.” He smiles smugly and waves at the paparazzi aiming their cameras at them. No doubt some lesser tabloid will spin this into a meeting of the rivals. For once though, that’s alright with him. “You’ve been with Uravity for what, a month now?”

“So what?” Midoriya says through a forced smile.

“That’s funny,” Bakugou tilts his head. “Because when we got lunch, she told me you’d started dating a couple months ago.”

There’s a long silence. Too long. Check mate. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Wouldn’t it be funny if that got out? That Deku and Verity were dating two months ago and yet he was also dating his current girlfriend? What would the public say about their darling number one hero? What would your precious girlfriend say?” Bakugou turns his back to the cameras and leans in, ready for the kill. “Because even if the public didn’t believe me, she would. Think about Ochako’s reputation. She’d be labeled a homewrecker even though she didn’t do anything wrong. I bet my next paycheck that she didn’t even know about Verity.”

Bakugou could’ve tied a board to Midoriya’s back with how stiff and straight he stood. “What do you want?”

Bakugou’s smile falls. “Stay the fuck away from my fiancée. She doesn’t need you. She has me, and I make her happy. Unlike you.” With that nail in the coffin, he stomps off, not wanting to hear what the bastard has to say. Any paltry excuse would only make him mad.

Bakugou takes the flute of champagne from your hand and sets it on the table beside the two of you. He cups your face in both his hands, the whirlwind of needing to find you crashing with the wish that time would slow down. His thumb strokes your cheek as he drinks in your features. He makes you happy.

Tilting your head towards his, Bakugou closes the distance. Your soft lips taste of the dry, sweet champagne and he can’t get enough of it.

“Katsuki,” you murmur, stunned from the kiss. “What happened?”

“He won’t bother you anymore. Let’s get out of here.”

“But everything’s about to start?”

“I’ll write them a check,” Bakugou says and tugs your hand, leading you towards the exit.

You pull him to a stop. “What’s the hurry?” The way your brows knit together and worry presses your mouth into a pout has Bakugou weak. He wants to smooth away your worry – anything to see you smile again.

“You. I…” Bakugou takes a deep breath. She’s not my actual fiancée… It’s all pretend… except… For tonight, I want it to be real. “I want to ruin you. I want to rip that dress off you and run my hands all over your body.” His chest is pressed against yours, his mouth and hands ghosting over your skin. His lips come to a stop, hovering over yours, waiting for permission to close the far too wide gap between the two of you.

“Katsuki,” you murmur, the taste of your breath intoxicating to him. “Take me home.”

Truth: Katsuki makes you happy.

Truth: Seeing Midoriya in person for the first time since the breakup felt like all the air was sucked out of the room and your lungs were seconds from bursting.

Lie: You and Katsuki both woke up alone, in separate rooms.

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Princess Catherine's Best Moments 2023 | The Ultimate Compilation

31 December 2024

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Catherine, Princess of Wales, has had a wonderful year of fun outdoor activities and cute moments with children.

Here's our official compilation of the Princess of Wales' best moments of 2023!

00:00 Pancake Day: Princess Kate Talks Cakes

00:17 You Butter Believe It: Princess Kate Attempts to Make Pancakes... 👀🥞.

00:43 Does Jam Go First? Will and Kate's Playful Debate at NHS Anniversary Celebrations

01:47 Princess Kate Dances to Hokey Cokey on Visit to Dracaena Centre

02:45 Prince William and Kate’s Best Moments with Children

02:59 Cheeky Baby Plays with Princess of Wales’ Handbag

03:36 Princesses Kate and Charlotte Share ADORABLE Look While Matching 💗

03:46 Boy Flirts with Princess Kate at Windsor Coronation Big Lunch 🤭

04:06 Kate Plays with Excited Kids During Nursery Visit

04:40 Royal Commute: Princess Kate Surprises Students Waiting for their Train 🤩

04:54 Princess Kate Embraces Record-Breaking Expeditioner Preet Chandi

05:12 Let’s Go Fly a Kate: Princess All Giggles During Airfield Visit

06:08 Combat Kate: Princess Dons Uniform on Army Visit

07:20 An Ink-tresting Thing Catches Princess Kate’s Attention 🖊️👀

07:37 Tickle Surprise!: Princess Kate Is Caught Off-Guard During Wheelchair Rugby Game

07:48 Party Guest Reckons Princess Kate is the "Strict One"!

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Veera Raj Veera

This OS is inspired by the sang 'Veera Raj Veera' from ps2

~Kaaneero neer kaan, Sozha Vetri vaal ondrai Kaaneero~ [Are you not seeing it?

Can you not see the victorious Chozha sword? ]

Arulmozhi was getting ready. He was to leave the Choodamani Monastery today. He had asked Vanathi to be there on his left and had left her to get ready. The plan was made.

~O azhagiye poovae, Selludhiyo, malaridu po sagi~ [ O beautiful flower, Will you not garland him, o friend? ]

He came down the stairs. He was being rained with flowers. Just then Vanathi came infront of him with a smile. He smiled back at her. She too threw a handful of flowers on him. "She looks so beautiful today" he thought to himself.

They stared at each other for some time and moved forward, down the stairs, side by side. Everyone was looking at them and chearing.

~Veera Raja Veera Soora theera soora Veezha sozha veera Seerar gnyaalam vaazha Vaarai vaagai soora~ [ O royal warrior! O brave and strong one. Invincible Chozha warrior May the world prosper Hail to your victory! ]

It was night time. They were sailing. They were to reach the southern banks of Bharat in two days. Musicians and singers were singing a song on the Cholas and their brave Soldiers. He stood their looking and listening to them.

~Thoduvor pagai porai nadugal serkkum veera maara kaadhal maara Poovor engum theera Paavor pottrum veera~ [ Those who dare to oppose you, you send them to their graves O angel of undying love Lovely damsels yearn for you. We sing your glory, o brave one! ]

Some female dancers and singers joined the melody. Enchanting the people and soldiers which were on board. Arulmozhi's chest swelled with pride as the recited the greatness and achievements of their ancestors.

~Aayiram vezham pola Porkkalam serum sozha Vendha Raja Raja! Vaarai vaagai Soora! Veera Raja Veera Soora theera soora~ [ A sword on your waist, carrying the world on your shoulders come and rule us Board your ships! Enter the battlefield like Thousand charging elephants! O Lord! King of King! Come, Hail to your victory! ]

While everyone was engaged in the music and dance, Arulmozhi's eyes wandered off. He was searching for a perticular person. He turned away to look at the wave which just had hit the hull of the ship. Just then heard a voice which his ears were waiting desperately to hear.

~Viraliyar gaanam paada Kanigaiyar nadanam aada-~ [ Royal maidens sing and women dance- ]

He quickly looked back at the performers as Vanathi came into the picture. She saw him and smiled while still singing.

~-Paavaiyar kulavai poda Parithear sagadam aada~ [ -Singers sing in celebration Horse chariots move in harmony. ]

Their eyes locked as she started to dance. He thought that he was in heaven when he saw her singing and dancing. Even though he didn't like that he thought about her this way.

~Alaimel Kathirai Pola Vilangidum aruma deva Padaiyani Perumai saattra Pulavargal thamizhum theera~ [ Like the rising sun over dappled waters You shine O Lord! When singing praises of your army Poets struggle to find words. ]

Everyone was enchanted by Vanathi's dancing and singing. She looked like an Apsara who had descended on the earth in the light of the fire lamps and moonlight.

~Kadalmel puyalai pola Kalangal virainthu paaya Vannalai seeratta Thenpulam eengum veera Veera Raj Veera Soora dheer doora~ [ Like the blustery wind skimming the sea Your ships sped across the choppy waters Blowy waves caress you Charge south, O valiant warrior! ]

With this last sentence Vanathi and the group of girls took a leave, and some men came and stared doing Bharatnatyam on the rhythm of the sitar.

The lady on the sitar was pouring her heart out while playing it as the Tabla vadak accompanied her. It felt as if they were challenging each other. Everyone watched it with a big smile etched on their faces. It was magnificent and a show full of celebration. The whole vibe in the ship was positive. Everyone was happy that their beloved prince was safe and healthy.

~Kootraagil Sel, Kaatraagi sel Sara sara sara saravena velmazhai than Peidhida Para para para paravena paayattum paaimaaram~ [Be assertive, go like a wind to rain arrows let's sail the ship faster]

The Tabla Vadak did a splendid solo as Vanathi and the other maidens came again with an Aarti plate. Every girl was holding an Aarti plate exept Vanathi. They all danced on the rhythm. Especially Vanathi, who was the lead.

~Malavargal veeram kanna Samuthiram veruvi pogum Uruviya vaalai kandu Piraimadhi naani pogum~ [ To witness the bravery of warriors the sea becomes scared of when he pulls out the sword The Moon will shy away ]

Vanathi was dancing with all her heart. The waves seemed to dance with her. He stared at her for some time and then started to walk towards the front of the deck where the stairs were.

~Ethirigal uthiram serndhu Kuthikadal vannamaagum Udhirndhidum pagaivar thegam kadalukku annamaagum~ [ The blood of enemies Makes the sea change its color the bodies of enemies become food for the creatures in the ocean ]

She started to twirl around. Her flowy dress moved with her. It looked like the water in the ocean itself had surrendered to her and was following her around. He wasn't able to keep his eyes off her. A mischievous smile played on his lips.

~Pulimagan veeram kandu pagaikkulam sithari odum saramazhai peithal kandu kadalalai karaikku odum~ [ After witnessing the bravery of Chozha tiger The enemies run away After witnessing the rain of arrows The sea waves runs to seashore. ]

She walked towards the stairs and took her Aarti plate which was kept on a table. She looked up at him and started to ascend the stairs. A smile was there on her face, even though she was singing. She came in front of him.

~Adada perum veera edada thodi vaalai~ [ O such bravery Take your sword ]

She stepped forward and started to do the Aarti. As she neared him, he took a step behind and bowed back. Teasing her. She saw a mischievous glint in his eyes. She started to feel dizzy, but as she was going to fall, a strong, muscular arm cought her. The Plate fell from her hands and landed on the deck with a loud clang. The fire of her oil lamp started to spread a little. But it didn't matter to them

~thodada sara maalai adhuda pagaivorai.~ [ Make garlands Kill your enemies. ]

Her body filled with goosebumps as he slowly slid his hand around her back and waist, pulling her closer. Their bodies clashed together. And in the heat of the moment, he put his other arm around her too, and lifted her up.

~Veera Raja Veera Soora Dheera Soora Veezha Chola Veera Seerar Gniyalam Vazha Varai Vagai Sooda~

He started to twirl her around. She put her arms around his neck, giving her some support. Their noses were touching each other's. The time seemed to slow for them as a big wave hit the deck, engulfing and drenching them both. Leaving them wet head to toe.

~Thoduvor Pagaipporai Nadukal Serkum Veera Mara Kadhal Mara Poovor Yengum Dheera~

He felt his cheeks burn as she rested her nose on his cheek. Their cheeks were sticked together along with their bodies. The people around them weren't able to see this scene because of the waves, etc. He still kept twirling around in circles. All of their hair and clothes had sticked onto them. She pulled her head up, which had been resting on his neck, and their eyes met. They were millimetres close. So close that they could kiss each other.

~Ayiram Vezham Pola Porkkalam Serum Chola Vendha Raja Raja Varai Vagai Sooda~

Their faces were red because of this moment and their last thought. They were late to realise that they were too close but in the end they did. He slowly placed her down. She loosened her grip on his neck and pulled her hands down so that they now rested on his chest. The waves were still clashing, making it hard for people to look at them.

~Em Thamizh Vazhga Vazhga Veera Cholam Vazhga~

Though she had loosened her grip, his hands didn't left her waist for a long time. They both stared at each other. She was grasping for air. His hair were sticked to his head.

~Natramizh Vazhga Vazhga Nallor Dhesam Vazhga~

He slowly let go of her after a long time. Their minds cleared up as they took in their surroundings. The singers were still singing. The people on the instruments were pouring their hearts out. No one had been able to see them. When the atmosphere finally cleared up, they only the aftermath. Some of the maidens, the Ilavarasi and the Ilavarasare were drenched wet.

~Em Thamizh Vazhga Vazhga Veera Cholam Vazhga~

They both shared a knowing look with each other. No one in the ship had come to know about their little.... Whatever you can call it. This was their secret which they never shared with anyone...... except for their Akka and her Husband offcourse.

~Natramizh Vazhga Vazhga Nallor Dhesam Vazhga, Veeraaaaa!~

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@Amulya_Rajesh had requested for this oneshot. I know, I know, this was a bit of a boring chapter. But nothing much happened in the starting of the song! I am soo sorry if you got bored. But I will like to know your thoughts on the twirling scene and when the wave hits them. Please tell me how was it/ how I have written it. I hope that you guys liked this oneshot. Instances mentioned are from the movie. If any confusion let me know! :). If you want to read more of my work, you can visit my Page on Wattpad. I am also doing a separate book on VanMozhi there

Any suggestions and feedback appreciated.

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> Btw, the song is actually so addicting right? <

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