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sugrbugz · 3 years

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𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”

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binniesthighs · 4 years

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call me babydoll | reader x chan

soooo shhhh this actually a part one shhhh but i’m just trying out writing out different things and getting out some of my ideas outta my head that i’m really excited about, this one being one of them!! for now...just pretend that this is just a regular ol’ drabble hehehehe. this part is the set-up chapter (shhh i mean drabble)

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Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan

Genre: fluff, smut, and angst

Tags: (overall) bodyguard au, moderndayprince!chan, bodyguard!reader, secret agent au, royal au, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, softswitch!chan, hardswitch!reader, some skz side characters, jeongin third wheel and comedic relief LOL, travelling, chan being expensive and having a lil bit of a superiority complex, flirtyyyy chan, bits of mystery, explicit language, mentions of food and alcohol, idk think like 007 vibes hehe

CWs: guns and gun violence, a shooting in a ballroom, mentions of blood

Word count: 4.6k

Parts

ONE | TWO

“I wasn’t expecting to see you here early.”

“Well, expect the unexpected.”

“Don’t turn the motto back at me. I’m sick of hearing it so many damn times.”

“What? You and I both know that it’s true. You’re here early too, so, technically you don’t get to say anything.”

Jeongin straightened his bow tie, then patted down the sides of his perfectly ironed tux with not a crinkle to be found. Knowing him, it was a miracle that he hadn’t messed it up in some form yet. He promptly took out his pocket square to clean off his glasses.

“You’re looking nice. Seems like they don’t mind spending money now on you these days.” He blew off the flecks of dust on his lenses.

“They know that they get their return on their investment. And thank you.”

You smoothed down the sides of your dusty pink dress that nearly went all the way down to your ankles. Had you any other choice, it would’ve been something different, but, dresses were really good at hiding your thigh holster compared to the slacks you usually favored. You didn’t mind the times that you would have to put on a pretty dress, it somewhat reminded you that there was normal life outside of your job. Not to mention, they had started sending you jewelry as well. You always had liked the look of a diamond necklace.

“You do your research for tonight?”

Jeongin nodded, then took from his pocket his phone to read over the details.

“I’ve done a background check on everyone attending, we shouldn’t have any issues. It’s already a low risk event anyway. Charity is never something to get too worked up over, but, you never know with the detail that some of these people come with...who they might be tied to...”

“--The only people we can trust is ourselves.” You nodded with arms crossed.

“Expect the unexpected, I know.” He slid his phone back into his inside suit pocket to adjust his cufflinks.

“--Nervous?” You took note of his fidgeting actions.

“Nervous? No. I’ve been through this before. You know that.”

You flicked your partner right on his forehead strung with his white hair. You had really wished that he had picked a less conspicuous color, but he had strings to pull that you didn’t.

Jeongin cleared his throat, “You do your once over?”

“Do you even need to ask? I did it hours ago and when we arrived. You know that I’ve done this before too.”

“I know. I know.”

Jeongin looked out at the vast circular atrium that made up the center of the hotel. Several stories down under the glass rooftop, you could hear the faint sprinkling of the intricate fountain which smelled of copper. A bit further down, you could see the tips of the tree branches from the indoor landscaping. Across the way, a door slammed with residents tucking in their ties. The two men you had recognized from the roster: a simple thing which made you feel at ease. Your young partner must’ve started to have an effect on you. A sense of unease seemed to quell in your neck. You always listened to your hunches.

“W-what do you think he thinks of us?” Jeongin broke the silence.

“Well,” From inside the room you had waited outside, you could hear his distant murmuring, so you lowered your tone. “I think that he has yet to trust us. It’s only been a few weeks. He doesn’t seem like the kind to give himself up easy. That, and I’m sure his resentment of his father must have some influence.”

“You think he hates us?”

“I think he hates his father for hiring us. I mean, wouldn’t you? His old security detail, he had them for years.”

“I guess so. But, we’re not like his old detail.”

“No. We’re not. I don’t think he gets that yet. I think he sees us as one more way his father has a hold on him.”

“It’s not like he can do much else about it when his dad’s a kin--”

“--No, no, thank you, really, it’s lovely. Some of your best work. Thank you.”

Chan swung open the door to his room, stopping Jeongin right in his sentence.

“Ah. You’re here already. That’s...punctual.”

As dazzling and showy as ever, Chan looking nothing short of a magazine model. For a prince, he had certain...appearances that he had to maintain. Today, it was a velvety and maroon suit jacket with a white button up. On the collar, two matching brooches had been perfectly placed, and they were silver like moonlight in the shape of English ivy and adorned with diamonds. On his lapel, he wore the royal insignia of the lion and the wolf. Behind him, you could see his slew of stylists cleaning up their makeup kits and obscene assortment of designer dress shoes for him to pick from. You had thought before that he even smelled like royalty: stuffy white roses with a hint of priceless cognac.

Jeongin bowed his head respectfully. “Everything has been prepared for tonight. The rest of your guards are surrounding the building, and I’ll be corresponding with them as needed, your Highness.” He tapped at his earpiece.

Chan drew his attention over to you, giving you a rather lusty glare. Over the past couple weeks, you had gotten used to it. He was a prince to every extent of the word. If there was anything that he had wanted, he simply had to ask. It drove him insane that all he could do was merely look at you. You had wondered if he harbored anything else for you besides the way that he would devour the curves of your shoulders and hips.

“Fox. Bee. You look nice tonight. I like seeing you dressed up. Makes me feel less out of place.”

You couldn’t help but let out a little sound of discontentment over his rather affectionate nickname for you. You and your partner had been introduced to him as F and B. Quickly he had figured out Jeongin’s codename as Fox, considering that he had done a poor job picking out one that wasn’t related to him at all. Anyone could tell that boy was fox-like, and he also just wasn’t that creative when it came to picking out a name for himself. B, or Bee as he had decided, was your name; as in bumblebee. After learning about Fox, he figured that there was an animal theme going, so Bee seemed to fit best in his oponion.

You tested his glare with your best, “Thank you, your Highness.”

Jeongin gulped. “Your assistant should be waiting downstairs with your itinerary. She told me that you should meet her first off.”

“You work too hard F. Have some fun tonight, hm? But don’t...drink too much. You’re responsible for my life remember?” Chan clapped his bodyguard on the back.

Your partner nervously laughed and adjusted his glasses once more: his preferred tic.

“And Bee?” Chan rose a brow to lean into close and whisper. “Stay close, alright?”

“Of course, your Highness.”

Chan let out a little scoff after getting one more proper look at your frame. “Damn. You really are stunning. Just a little too dangerous for me though.”

You rolled your eyes, dishing him outa, “Whatever you say, your Highness.”

Jeongin threw you and annoyed glare before tracing after Chan as he sauntered down the hall to the glass elevator.

“Bee? You coming? Or do you have something better to do?” Chan’s voice called down the hall with an echo and a little teasing gesture of his hand.

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It had been seven years since you had chosen this line of work, and each time that you had to go to one of these things, you hated them more and more. Not because they were hard to control--they were easy--but you just hated how many superficial and self-absorbed people that they could fit into one room.

The air was filled with the scent of champagne bubbles and too much Chanel No. 5. From corner to corner of the room, and even next to the ice sculpture of the lion and the wolf crest, silk, satin; velvet and the best cotton could be found. Long gloves covered the arms of ladies with wrinkling skin, and tweed vests held in the guts of men who indulged in their food just as much as their mistresses. All this effort just to appear as if they had given one care about the philanthropic efforts of the royalty.

Several neatly dressed waiters passed you with golden platters of hors d'oeuvres made of ingredients so expensive, they would’ve cost the same amount as the generous donations made by the attendees. If you could’ve, you would’ve scooped up as many of them as you could, just to eat all of their copious amounts of money yourself, but, there was somewhere a rule that you had to keep your hand to yourself when you were on duty. The best that you had to look forward too was take-out to eat at 3 in the morning with Jeongin later.

Buzzing chatter filled your earpiece while each of the additional guards gave their hourly report.

“Damn. It’s fucking colder out here than I thought. It’s fucking summer.” One of them joked to the tune of the other guards laughter.

“Stay focused.” Jeongin scolded over the line. “Don’t leave your posts until your shifts change.”

While he was a timid man, Jeongin was not one to mess around. Son of the director, he knew that he had big shoes to fill. After pleading for years for her to admit him into the academy, she had agreed. Everyone knew the reason why she didn’t want him in this line of work. Too many dead. Too many missing. In some ways, he was also yours to look after.

You trailed after Chan who was busy talking to his assistant and his publicist. While he nodded at their words, you knew that he must’ve been barely listening. Chan never really was one for formality, but much rather enjoyed simplicity and pleasure. Jeongin and you had somewhat of a bet going: out of all the guests, you had liked to bet which one he would take with him to his bedroom. Since you had all the profiles of the guests, you liked to bet a little money on which one it would be.

Jeongin had guessed it to be the heiress and daughter of a tycoon who had made a multi-million won donation in the name of his company. It was ironic; his very company was a big-scale pollutor who liked to make nice with the crown. She was conventionally very pretty: long legs, a thin frame, she was educated and looked as if she could hold somewhat of a conversation...not like that mattered to him.

You had predicted it to be the foreign CEO who had just started business dealings with the crown. While she might’ve looked a bit stuck-up and prim, she was intimidating, and a challenge. Chan loved challenges. Chan also had a pension for pretty boys with a bit too much money on their hands--usually inherited--and with nothing much else to do other than dote on him. There were plenty of those attending the gala tonight.

Chan snaked through the crowd, bowing his head at all of the Good evening, your Highnesses and the It’s a pleasure to meet you, your Highnesses. Every few moments or so he would take a bite from a golden plate and then pop it into his mouth. The whole night long, he would hold his glass with him and it would get refilled for him without him even needing to ask. You sometimes liked to pretend that in some places, they must’ve assigned someone to watch him from afar to make sure that he would never need anything before it was given to him. It wouldn’t have surprised you.

“Having fun Bee?” Chan languidly rolled his head back, swirling his glass.

“As much fun as you are.” You quipped.

“Anything that I should be concerned about?”

“Nothing of concern.” You stated matter-of-factly. Had you matched his flirting tone, you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the night. “Fox. Report?”

“Nothing that I can see. No one has been tagging you.” Jeongin had staked himself up on the upper balcony of the banquet hall room, and had been watching for as long as you had been following after the prince. “You sensing anything strange?” His voice tickled in your in-ear.

“Just a bunch of the normal crowd.” You kept your tone down low. “He’s rubbing noses with the usual. You’ve seen too?”

He chuckled. “Yeah. I know what you mean.”

You followed Chan to his seat nearest the front of the room which had been fashioned into a stage with a clear glass podium in the center. Right in front there was one more crest decorating it. Chan had ensured it to be so: he had wanted everyone to know that this was all for his charity.

“It seems like our bets aren’t working out. He hasn’t talked to either of the...suspects.” Your partner changed his choice of words knowing that the other guards were listening.

From the opposite side of the room both the heiress and the CEO stood with thin glasses of wine in their lithe hands. Chan had in fact walked right past them, and didn’t even notice.

“Tonight is going to be a long night.” Jeongin sighed over the line.

You politely pushed past attendees with a raised hand and a sweet smile. You had found that when you smiled, you had appeared less intimidating.

“Oh wait...what’s this?”

“What?” You whipped your head around after Jeongin’s interjection. “What? Do you see something? What’s the call?”

“Relax! It just looks like he’s approaching someone he wants to talk to. I think both of us are about to be proven wrong.”

“Ah, shit.” You sighed. “Don’t put me on edge like that.”

“I’m only trying to entertain myself.”

“Name. Who is it? You’ve got the roster.”

You partner was quiet for a minute, and you watched from a distance as Chan approached the man leaned over a martini seated at one of the perfectly decorated tables.

“Uh, I think that he’s Lee Minho. Some kind of royalty from somewhere else. Pretty low ranking from the looks of it. I think that he made a donation himself...and it’s...damn, larger than you would expect.”

“Should we be concerned?”

“No. Seems harmless.”

“Thank you for coming,” You made out the words that Chan had mouthed. He drew a chair next to the unknown man.

From what you could tell, Lee Minho was handsome to the full extent of the word: nearly all of his physical features were exemplary and his suit appeared to have been fitted to perfect for him; likely one of a kind. He too wore an insignia on his lapel, but it was one that you hadn’t recognized before. He had immaculately styled hair that had some kind of rebellious and boyish charm to it. The man had a kind of mystery about him too: you had been able to pride yourself in being able to read people, and it had saved your life on more than one occasion. But with him, there was something that you couldn’t place.

“Do they know eachother?” You asked Jeongin.

“Not that I know of. School friend maybe? Seems like all the royals send their kids to the same schools.”

“Hm. That would make sense.”

“Enjoying yourself?” Chan said.

Lee Minho nodded, and rose his glass to clink it with the prince’s.

“Do we think that he’s our...suspect?”

The stranger dipped his head into his hand as he listened to Chan speak. A flirty gesture that you had seen a hundred times or more. Still, the way that he inspected Chan, it wasn’t adoring. Or at least, you didn’t think that it was.

“No. I don’t think so.”

“What the hell are you yapping about?” One of the other guards snapped over the line.

“Um, classified stuff.” Jeongin quickly explained. “Above your paygrade. Don’t worry about it.”

“Fox. Watch out for him tonight.” You snuck over to a corner of the room where you could watch the two of them more discreetly.

“Affirmative....” Your partner paused. “Babydoll.”

“Pffff--Babydoll??” The same guard stifled his laughter. “You call her Babydoll, Fox? Damn, you all must be closer than I thought. Didn’t know that I was missing out on some of the action--”

“--Ever heard of a codename, Three?”

“Babydoll’s her codename.”

A grin crept over your lips. “Expect the unexpected.”

You had almost gotten distracted enough to miss how Lee Minho had leaned over to whisper something into the prince’s ear. After he had done so, Chan laughed out a little, then reached his arm around the other man’s chair comfortably.

“They’re...cozy.” You updated your partner.

“I’m trying to cross-check where he might know him from.”

Chan’s assistant and publicist finally slipped away with giddy little smiles. In many ways, you were jealous of them. They could leave whenever the wanted, eat what they wanted...

Jeongin scoffed. “Well, turns out...nothing. I can’t find anything.”

“Nothing?”

“Negative. I’m not seeing any crossover.”

“So they really are strangers?”

Your partner sighed. “Looks like neither of us are cashing ou--I mean--finding the suspect.”

Under your breath, you wondered aloud, “Who are you...Lee Minho?”

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The night drew on longer with the rest of the formalities: the formal dinner, followed by several speeches from important people while dessert was being served. It all led up to the final act: His Royal Highness, Prince Chan’s speech. On several neat notecards marked with the crest, he held them in front of him while he ate his last bits of Mont Blanc Chocolate Pavlova. Even the name of the sweet itself sounded pretentious. Granted, it smelled delicious--as many expensive things did.

You stifled a yawn from your little set up on the edge of the room. At least you should’ve been able to sit, but it turns out that sitting is also against the rules in this line of work. A couple other security and bodyguards had joined you at the edge: some of their heads nodded with sleep, and the others looked as if they had taken one too many energy shots. Luckily, your stamina had been well crafted.

A fancily dressed MC made his way up to the podium and the room filled with applause after the last speaker had said all of their correct mandatory words.

“It is my honor to introduce to the stage, our wonderful head benefactor of this organization, His Royal Highness, Prince Chan of the Crown.

Applause tenfold of before erupted through the whole room and it wasn’t even an afterthought for the every attendee to stand up from their seats in an ovation. It was a force of habit for you, but you found yourself clapping as well.

Chan rose with grace, and re-buttoned his jacket with finesse. A blinding spotlight found him and it made the diamonds adorning his beck wink brilliantly. Even more blinding was his pearl white, and perfectly trained smile accompanied by his wave.

Thank you. Thank you. He mouthed.

“It’s like he’s a frickin’ movie star.” Jeongin groaned.

“Might as well be with the way that they treat him. You know deep down they’re all just terrified.”

Chan made his way up to the stage in all of his regality, and the applause didn’t stop until he cleared his throat. A collective groaning of a couple hundred chairs squeaked when everyone sat back down.

“Thank you everyone, really. I wanted to thank you all for your generous support in your donations to this organization, as well as your association with the crown. I’m sure that all the beneficiaries of your donations are beyond thankful compared to me. Without you, this would not be possible.” Chan spoke with grandiose gestures, as usual, but this time, he had found you on the side of the room. “Listen, aside from being a prince, I’m also just a person. A person who knows what it means to struggle, to--”

“--I can’t listen to this anymore.” You whispered into the quiet room, and to your partner.

“Just a few more hours.” He droned. “I almost wish that something would happen so that we don’t have to sit though much else of this.”

“Be careful what you wish for.”

In the corner of your eye, Lee Minho shifted in his seat, but still kept his undivided attention to the stage. You figured he must’ve been just like the rest of them: enamored by the flashiness of the crown--and Chan. He had a way of putting a spell on people: it was the kind of spell that a prince of deception had crafted after years of being kept under lock and key.

“--Anyway, what I’m trying to say, royal or fanciful we all might be, in the simplest way, we’re all just people, therefore this is what connects us all. Thank you.”

Chan was gifted yet another standing ovation that was somehow even more thunderous than before.

“Yeah right.” You scoffed. “People born into money. There’s a difference.”

Chan gave his last waves, then a clamor echoed from the back of the room. At first, it had just sounded like the same raucous laughter you had heard all night, but then it shifted to something different. The sound of laugher turned into shouting, then screams: high pitched and piercing. You had seconds to respond, head whipping around the room to catch sight of the confused prince. In your in-ears, the the sound of gunshots echoed with rapid-fire speed. Machine guns. Shouting commands barked in your ear, and muddled with Jeongin’s string of demands and questions.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT THERE? REPORT! REPORT!”

Your heart instantly started beating into hyperdrive, and your legs sprinted as fast has physically possible

“THEY’VE GOT GUNS!” A shrill and cracked voice of an older woman wailed from the back of the room.

Immediately after she had said so, shots fired into the darkened room with sparks, and the metallic sound of bullets hitting the marbled ground followed.

Chan looked around in his panic for you, petrified on the stage. You slung your gun out from your thigh holster and latched onto him with all of your might.

“TH-THEY JUST CAME OUT OF NOWHERE IN THESE VANS. THEY’RE ARMOURED, WE CAN’T--”

“Get the fuck down there and secure the exists!” Jeongin growled into his mic. “B--is the prince secure??”

“Secure!” You yelled back. Using your body as a barrier, you led the cowering prince through the mass hysteria of the crowd.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Shit.” Chan shook under your iron grip.

More shots fired into the room and bodies parted like the sea and fell over each other.

From the balcony, you had caught Jeongin aiming his own gun at the chaos below.

“I’ll cover you! Fuck! There’s so many of them! Get him to the car out back--Three, Six, meet B out there! Three!? Six!? Report!”

“Three and Six are down F!” One of the guards panted. “I can provide cover out back!!”

“Who’s speaking??” Jeongin bellowed, then aimed from above at one of the intruders. Your only focus was on weaving you and Chan out of there, but you had seen one of them in a blur. Each of the men with guns wore dark grey suits with black ties and leather gloves. Each of them wore their own crest: and it was all red.

“Bee?? Bee???” Chan shouted out for you, and jumped every time the crack of a shot echoed in the ballroom.

“I’ve got you, your Highness. We’ll be out soon. Keep your head down and listen to me.” Your arm held to him tightly, and you soon found the exit nearest. There was no telling if there would be more of them outside, but you loaded your gun quickly just in case, and pointed it out.

“Jeongin, get your ass down here!”

“Jeongin? Who the fuck is that??” Chan ducked down to hide himself behind your frame.

His name had slipped on your tongue, but that hardly mattered.

“I’ll be down in a second!!!”

“Don’t fucking waste time up there when I need you down here!!”

“Two! Two Reporting!!” A man suddenly yelled in your in-ear. “I’ve made it out back and I’ve secured the exit. The car is safe!!”

“FOX! Now!”

Your partner heaved, “I’m coming, I’m coming!!”

You kicked open the exit door, gun’s still blazing, however one one else could be found on the other side.

“Thank God,” You sighed.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna be sick.” Chan had turned paler than white, then stumbled in your arms.

“Hey, HEY!” You held him upright. “It’s gonna be alright. I’ve got you. You’re safe. You need to trust me. Your life is in my hands and I’m not giving it up easy, got it?”

“O-okay.” He stammered, then attempted to straighten himself.

“The Prince is outside, repeat, The Prince is outside. Two, are you in position?”

“Yes. Yes, I am.”

Other than the fact that you had just escaped absolute peril, the evening was unbearably pleasant. Crickets chirped in the summer evening, and the humidity of the night smelled gorgeously of the lake that was near-by as well as the vast array of flowers that had been purposefully landscaped around the hotel. Chan’s uneven steps scraped at the gravel walkway.

Since you had canvassed the whole building well, you had known exactly where the getaway car was, but you were still careful.

“Bee. Bee!” Chan blabbered. “Have-have I told you yet that I-I’m in love with you?”

“No, you haven’t Your Highness.”

“I fucking am. If I die tonight, I want you to know that I am ridiculously in love with you, and fuck, I wanna--”

“--I’m sorry, Your Highness, respectfully, but now is not the time for this and you are not dying on my watch.”

Somewhere off in the distance, frogs croaked, and the splashing of fish in the lake plopped at the surface waters. You turned a corner to finally see Two waiting his his gun raised. He was a bit of a shorter and scrawnier man, but something about him told you that where he lacked in strength, he must’ve made up for in agility.

“I’m out! I’m out!” Your partner gasped, and over the in-ear you could hear his running footsteps. “I’m almost there! I’ll be there in a second!”

“Your Highness,” Two bowed and opened the car door. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. You can call me Two or J. Either you prefer.”

Jeongin came bounding around the corner with heaving breaths and his clothes askew. His glasses which just barely held onto his face had a crack on them and his knuckles were covered in blood.

“Let’s go.” The younger man prompted.

“In the car you go, Your Highness.” You motioned for him to do so.

Chan whimpered like a toddler.

You shoved his body in, “Stop that. Get in the car.”

“I’m in love with you Bee!” He yelled out, “I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU BEE!”

Jeongin slammed the door in his face with a bit of a chuckle.

“He’s delirious.”

“Mm.” your partner smiled. “Sure.”

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kylos · 4 years

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i was asked to make some fic recs of stuff i’ve been reading since tros dropped but since tumblr has a glitch where i can’t add a “read more” cut in asks, i decided to make it a separate post because i have a LOT. all of them are rated E except for like, three lmao and they’re mostly modern au ones with some fix-its thrown in. i’ll put two of my favorites outside of a cut and the rest after it.

(won’t you let me) walk you home from school by somethingdifferent modern au. ongoing. ben and rey are co-workers at a private school. rey as a elementary school art teacher is SO CUTE. her and ben have a slow burn enemies to lovers situation going on and god, what can i say about this fic. one of THE BEST reylo fics i’ve ever read. incredibly in character. you know those fics that are so enthralling that they draw you in and you realize like 3 hours later that you’ve read the whole thing? this fic is one of those stories. it reels you in. and REY. i hate fics that are like, “she’s so plain and mousy and ordinary and lanky” like, NO. i love that this author characterizes her as the vibrant, sweet, radiant person she is. and ben’s deadpan humor in this is amazing. he’s got it so bad for rey but he’s such a self-sabotaging goof. just, god. i can’t stress enough how amazing of a fic this is. a must read. and if you love what we do in the shadows, read somethingdifferent’s cracky wwdits x reylo crossover oneshot - it’s hilarious

a place to go by delia-pavorum (literaryminded) modern au. bit of a slow burn. ben and rey are strangers and accidentally both end up at luke’s cabin during xmas vacation because luke, a fellow teacher at rey’s school lends it to her for the holiday and a certain grumpy tol nephew of his happens to drop by thinking it’s vacant. they get snowed in. [in bill hader’s stefan voice] this fic has everything: bed sharing, an enemies-to lovers dynamic, slow dancing to frank sinatra, snark, british!rey and ben finding her accent adorable, ben reading jane austen to a sick rey, smut, and fluff. another one of the best reylo fics i’ve ever read in the past 5 years i’ve been a shipper. it’s so well written and it made me cry with how moved i was by it. i stayed up all night reading all 8 chapters it was that good.

the man, the stallion, and the wind by voicedimplosives modern au. i love this fic so, so, so much. rey picks up a hitchhiking ben and they have to hang out in her trailer while the winter storm calms down. so fluffy and smutty i love it so much. their characterizations are perfect. definitely a fic that i’m gonna come back to read over and over again.

between two lives by neonheartbeat modern au. rey’s a model and her car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and she stays with mechanic ben solo while her car gets worked on. SUCH a good fic. the build up to their relationship is *chefs kiss* and the smuttttt. amazing. and i was not prepared for all the feels.

carve your name upon my heart by TourmalineGreen modern au and 3 chapters. one of the most unique fics i’ve ever read. it actually got me really emotional and i like, hardly ever cry reading fics. rey’s an artist that creates a sculpture (ben) that comes to life. such a beautiful fic, i absolutely adore it.

big dick problems by TourmalineGreen modern au. rey and ben are co-workers at a book store and ben being a kind of aloof person, rey thinks he hates her (she’s wrong ofc asdklfjsd). anyway one day at work she sees that he was browsing the r/bigdickproblems subreddit on his phone aaaand i won’t say more. seriously, go read this. it’s SUCH a good fic, ben & rey are so in character and it’s a good plot.. it’s one of those fics that i’m definitely gonna come back to re-read a bunch of times.

rebel side of heaven by jeeno2 modern au. ben and rey are friends, but i guess they’re more so acquaintances in the same friend group. ben’s a virgin and rey offers to teach him about sex but unbeknownst to her, ben’s got a massive crush on her 😏

tattooed heart by KyloTrashForever modern au. one of the best modern au fics i’ve ever read. i stayed up all night reading it, it was soooo good. just. the smut, the fluff. i can’t recommend it enough. the description: “ Rey Johnson has found herself down on her luck lately. A week long vacation to Hawaii for her best friend’s destination wedding should be just the thing she needs, only her day has been hell. Hell, her year has been hell. When the hot bartender with that fucking mouth makes her an enticing proposition, she finds herself unable to refuse. Besides, it isn’t as if she’ll ever see him again...”

sealed to me by glittergothh canonverse and takes place after tlj. this could serve as a tros fix it tbh because it’s like it’s own movie. i love the plot and ben & rey are so in character. the knights of ren actually play an integral part in this. love the finn/ben interactions.

love like ghosts by Yours_Truly_Commander_Shepard canonverse. my favorite tros fix-it fic so far. features the world between worlds, ezra, ahsoka, and anakin. rey goes back in time to save ben. and the scene where rey visits ben on mustafar 👀🔥 LORD. i LOVE this so much and it was just what i needed to read after the train wreck that was tros.

I've Got You, Babe by crossingwinter modern au. oneshot. a REALLY cute t-rated fic about ben taking care of rey after she gets the flu :’)

charcoal and petals by Hormonal_Trashbag modern au. a really sweet tattoo artist/flower shop worker fic that i really enjoyed! i’m a sucker for this trope because of abigeyedowl’s gorgeous tattoo-artist!ben and florist!rey art tbh

9 Pints by tigbit modern au. ben’s a vampire. oh my god this fic is amazing. it’s still ongoing but some of the best smut i’ve EVER read. a bit of a slow burn but man. it’s so good.

miles from where you are by Mooncactus modern au. i hardly EVER read anything under M but this has to be one of THE best reylo fics i’ve ever read. their characterizations, the slow burn, oh my god. it’s SO good and funny and fluffy. enemies to lovers perfection. the description: “After an argument over Star Wars fandom with a "gatekeeping, entitled monster" with the cryptic username of KyloRen, Rey finds herself stuck in a series of unavoidable video calls.”

saving mr. wanks by LovesBitca8 modern au. oneshot. rey catches ben in the act of uh, wanking off in the men’s restroom lmfaooo. it’s rare when a fic actually makes me like cry of laughter and this fic was hilarious. and the SMUT oh my god. so good.

auld lang syne by KyloTrashForever modern au. oneshot. ben and rey are roommates. ben keeps getting text messages from an unknown number with uh, explicit pictures and he eventually accuses rey of sending them to him ASLKDFJSD. i won’t say more because i don’t wanna spoil it but i love this fic sm.

bliss, balance and birth by crossingwinter canonverse. oneshot. ben teaches their daughter how to read. this is SO cute and just what i needed to read after tros.

gorgeous by Ever-so-reylo (Ever_So_Reylo) modern au. ben and rey are co-workers and they end up having to go on a company retreat. enemies to lovers perfection

caught in the headlights by jeeno2 modern au. twoshot. “Rey Johnson forgets to wear a bra to work. Fortunately, nobody notices. (Except for Ben Solo.)” 😏

transference by fear_of_being_bitten modern au. ongoing. rey is ben’s psychologist so this is definitely a taboo fic but GOD the tension between them is like no other fic i’ve read. ben’s an asshole with this air of bravado about him because he’s trying to cover up his insecurities and rey is having none of his shit no matter how much he tries to push her buttons. it’s so well written and another one of the best reylo fics i’ve read. i’m so eager for each update to the fic. here’s an excerpt:

“So you enjoy controlling powerful women,” Rey repeats, making her voice sound uninterested. She takes notes, although it’s unlikely she’ll forget a word of what he’s saying. It gives her an excuse to look away from him.

“I do. But it’s not the taking of the control that I like. I’m big enough that I can take whatever I want.”

me when i read that:

aaaand that’s it for now. i’m still continuing to read fic like every day since i got laid off (thanks covid lmao) so feel free to hit me up in a few weeks or months or whatever and i’ll share more of my fave fics <3

#reylo #fic recs #*

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imaginarypeteel · 4 years

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Trust The Cat: Theo Raeken x reader

Requested by anonymous

Warnings: curse words, angst, fluff, bad plot

Word count: 3k

A/n: First of all, I am soooo sorry that this isn't very good. I will probably make a part 2 for this so maybe that'll be better.

Unlike most supernaturals in Beacon Hills, you weren't very close with the McCall Pack. Well to be fair you weren't that much of a nonhuman anyway, having 10% of yourself being witch and the other pure human. But still, you knew rituals that had to be done for certain things and plants bloomed longer around you. The rituals would maybe be useful for the pack but your parents strictly forbid you from talking to any supernatural other than your family's black familiar cat Diablerie, your father and your grandmother. Your grandmother being half-witch and father being quarter of a witch...or whatever you'd like to call it for men.

But still, at school, Scott had noticed that the almost dead anthuriums on the window had come back to life when you had sat beside them. So safe to say, right after school you were questioned by Scott and Stiles. Knowing full well who they were, you knew better than to run off. Scott would catch you anyway. So, you decided to stay and talk to them.

That had gotten you into being a secret informant if they were dealing with something. You were an absolute mythical creatures nerd so only by hearing few details about something abnormal happening, you already had a list of creatures who could do it.

So when dread doctors came around and you couldn't figure out at first who it was, Scott constantly checked in with you. That of course got Theo's attention.

And so, him seducing you and giving you all sorts of attention started. Your naive nerd self didn't think twice about it. Stiles warned you, he told you he was suspicious, he told you not to get involved with him, he told you something was very off with him. But his warnings were overrun by Theo's good looks and sweet words.

Little did you know, all he wanted was information from you. You had the bad habit of blabbing out secrets of all kind once you got talking. Could've been anything from something minor you did in kindergarten to pack secrets you were trusted with.

But when you finally saw his true colors, you were wrecked.

Why didn't you listen to Stiles? Why didn't you think everything over before rushing into the relationship like you usually do? Why would someone as good looking as Theo even want to be with you? You were a nerd for fuck's sake! Didn't even really have any friends. Yes, you were part of a nature club but that really wasn't something to stand out with.

Why didn't you listen to Diablerie when she attacked him? Every single person in your family knows to always listen to a familiar's intuition. In this case Diablerie knowing that Theo is not to be trusted.

After finding out about Theo's betrayal - and after his sister had dragged him away - you distanced yourself from the pack, afraid you'd blab out more secrets.

Other than Stiles, none of them could even come into your garden. Your grandmother and father had set all sorts of traps and spells over your living quarters. If anyone who didn't have the blood of your great-grandmother but was a supernatural even dared to put their pinky toe over the invisible border, they'd quite literally fall six feet into the ground.

~~~

You had just gotten back from your long trip to Monaco with your family.

With great hesitation, you had sneaked off to Scott's house. Telling your nosy mother that you were going to the library. Wouldn't say you were lying since that was your plan after.

Now you were here, wanting to get this over with before Diablerie would somehow send a signal to your mom that in fact no, you weren't at the library like you told her. The damn cat was very cute and huge help very often but was also too loyal to your parents for your good. Her being able to know everything about everyone in your family didn't help at all.

"Let's get this over with, I don't have much time until Diablerie-" you cut off as your e/c eyes connected with certain blue ones. Mouth still open, eyes growing wide, you slowly turned your body towards Stiles before grabbing him by the ear and dragging him to another room, muttering, "Let's have a word."

You shut the door after letting his ear go. Seething, you turned towards the brunette boy who was rubbing his ear. "What the actual FUCK STILES?!" you hissed like a snake.

"Look, I know I was the one to say he is dangerous and off and all that and he was. I was right, nobody wants to listen to me though," he gave you an accusing look but your angry expression didn't waver, if anything, it got even more furious. "Okay, okay. So, Liam and Hayden might have released Theo because, well, ask them." You blinked. What the hell? What were they thinking?!

"Stiles what the hell were you dealing with here?" You asked. "The Wild Hunt," he simply answered. Your mythology nerd self got switched on by those three words. "The Wild Hunt? Like the English type? Or the Norse like? Or some else type?" your curiosity made you forget your lying bitch of an ex for sometime. Stiles was at loss of an answer, "Uuuuuummm, I dunno, just Wild Hunt?" You rolled your eyes, reason for this conversation coming back to you. "Alright, well why is he still here?" You asked furiously. You were scared actually, scared of Theo because after you had gotten to know everything he could do, everything he had done, anyone in their right mind would be scared.

"Because he has changed?" Stiles replied as if it was an obvious thing. "HOW CAN YOU KNOW THAT?" you yelled. Actually yelled. You didn't need to be a were-something to be able to here that from outside of the bedroom the two of you 'hid' in.

"Listen Y/n, I know it may be hard to believe but he took away Gabe's pain before he passed. And you know a bond needs to be created for that. And he-he sacrificed himself basically and-" Stiles sighed when he saw your wide eyes staring back at him, they were getting glossy. Did he really do all that? Had he changed? Was it a game again? Was it a lie? But if he really took away Gabe's - whoever that is but seems like a good guy - pain then it can't be a lie. Right?

You were skeptical. Your trust had been broken, your heart had been broken, your soul had been broken. All by Theo Raeken. Were you really up for trusting him to be near the others and yourself? To be free?

"I... I should go," you mumbled. Silently, you opened the door and walked out. Every single person in the living room was looking at you, as you rushed through it. Grabbing your backpack. For a moment, your eyes met with Theo's. He looks cute with his new hair. Wait, what the fuck am I thinking? He smiled at you, making you frown. You looked away and walked out of the house, muttering a 'bye' in the process.

~~~

At home, you were reading "The Lunar Chronicles: Cinder." If staring at a book with a troubled face, thinking about a certain someone else and not memorizing any words from the pages counts as reading.

Giving up on trying to read, you grabbed your phone from beside you. You went on instagram, curious on why you have a notification there because you had no viral life either. You were horrible at taking selfies, so no basic girl posts from you, not a big meme maker nor artist who posts their stuff. You just followed your friends and some tags.

Turns out the notification was a follow request.

From Theo.

Your thumb stood over the Accept button. Your breath hitching when you realized that his profile picture was of you two making silly faces. You took your finger away and pressed the back button.

Sighing you picked up the book again. "Diablerie, what do I do?" The black feline rose her head. "Meow?" As you were petting the she-cat's head, you let out another sigh.

"You remember Theo right?"

"Meow."

"Well he is back."

"Meow," Diablerie nodded. What, she knew?

"And he apparently is different."

"Mow?" The familiar stood up and cocked her head to the side, as if asking either 'if you believed that?' or 'is that true?'

"I- I don't know. I mean Stiles believes that and you know he was right the last time."

Diablerie was quiet for sometime, staring at your blanket but not really because her gaze was unfocused. She was standing still on the blanket, tail twitching, ears facing different directions and tail tip twitching but not in an aggressive way. You realized that she was thinking.

You gazed at the queen for sometime before she finally returned her gaze back to you. "Meow!" she sounded determined but you had no idea what she just said. "Um..."

Diablerie gave you an unimpressed look when after 5minutes, you still hadn't realized what she told you.

The feline hopped down from your bed and headed towards your closet, tail high. You were confused on what the heck she was doing. With some difficulties, the she-cat climbed to where you kept your shirts. One of Theo's old shirts is there. Your e/c eyes widened as you remembered that. That shirt had been something that you lived your hate and betrayal because of a certain blue-eyed boy out on when he was dragged away by his sister. It was torn, absolutely ragged, had burn marks and looked very ugly with the stains of uncountable different things on it.

Once you realized what Diablerie was looking for, you got off the bed and went to help the familiar.

You pulled the drawer back and stuck your hand down to try and find the ragged piece of clothing. You didn't even know why you kept it, with your own clean shirts nevertheless.

The miniature panther like animal balanced herself on the side of the drawer as you pulled it and hopped down when you were pushing it back in and walking back to the bed.

Placing it on the bed, you gave the cat a face full of unanswered questions. With no difficulty whatsoever, Diablerie hopped back on the bed

She set her paw gently on the shirt. Still not getting it, you stared at your cat cluelessly.

"Theo?"

"Meow."

"Umm..."

Diablerie had a scowl on her raven black face at your response.

She placed her paw yet again on the ragged piece of fabric and then did a spin.

"Spin Theo?"

The cat shook her head.

Diablerie hopped down from the bed again and walked out of your room. Dumbfoundedly, you just stared after her in confusion.

As you were waiting for Diablerie to come back, your phone buzzed. Looking down, you saw a notification pop up, saying that you had a message.

Unknown: «Hey!»

The message was from an unknown number which freaked you out. Was this a scam? Had you accidentally deleted someone's contact? Was there a proje- no you weren't in school anymore.

As you were debating on if you should answer or not, another text came through.

Unknown: «It's Theo»

You froze. No, no way. No way in hell that he is texting you now.

Unknown: «Just wanted to let you know that this is my new number»

Unknown: «You can message and call me anytime you want»

Unknown: «I'm sorry»

You gulped, staring at the last message as your eyesight blurred, tears fighting to break free. Finally, few trailed down your cheeks. Who were you kidding? You weren't over it.

You wanted to believe that he really was sorry but how could you know that he wasn't using you this time?

Soft fur being rubbed against your arm broke you out of your thoughts. "Meow."

Diablerie placed something on your lap. You rubbed your eyes to see what the familiar brought. It was a picture of her and you. It was of your 12th birthday, when your grandmother had brought Diablerie to your family after the raven Sombra had passed. Diablerie had been only 8 months old then but was already wiser than you.

"You?" It took you few moments before it clicked. "You want to meet him?" Diablerie purred happily as a confirmation to your words.

You gulped, e/c eyes returning to the picture in hand.

"Mow."

The feline was staring at your phone screen that was darkening, about to close, texts from Theo open.

"I-Okay, okay, I'll do it."

Hands shaking, you grabbed your phone and quickly tapped on the screen so it wouldn't turn off.

The nessage you were about to send had to be deleted many times because you just couldn't touch the right keys. Heart hammering, you pressed send.

You: «Meet me tomorrow at 6pm, you know where»

Saving his number, you finally let yourself breath.

Theo: «Okay! Sounds great😁»

~~~

"And where are you going?" your little sister asked suspiciously just as you were about to run out the door.

"Out. Didn't know you were blind. Sis, tell mom to get you glasses," you rushed out. Your sister threw a glare your way. "So you of all people are going out looking all fancy just because? As if."

Smiling innocently, you flipped her off before shutting the door.

Diablerie was napping on the gate but rose her head when you neared. "Okay, let's go."

You didn't even know why you had put on the best clothes you could find and put on makeup. You weren't trying to impress Theo, right? You were just checking if he was trustworthy. I hope he is.

~~~

It was 5:55pm when you stepped into the small clearing in the forest. You could see Theo there, he had flowers in his hands and was dressed in a pretty casual way. Now you felt embarrassed that you had put in so much effort to look nice. You thought about backing out and going away but a certain someone was already trotting towards the man, whip like tail held high.

Theo heard the feather like steps Diablerie took in the grass and his eyes widened. He straightened his back. His last encounter with the cat hadn't been positive and truth be told, he feared the cat.

You could see the nervousness in your ex's face and were now convinced that he was out for no good and planning something again. But then, then you saw the tiger lilies in his hands and your heart warmed up. They were your favorites and he remembered it.

Now a bit more confident, you walked up to him. Still eyeing the cat with one eye, he gazed at you with the other.

"Y/n! Hi, you look great!" He smiled widely. "Here, these are your favorites, right?" he stepped closer to you and stretched out the hand that was gripping the flowers. "Yeah... Thanks," you accepted the tiger lilies, keeping your eyes on Diablerie. The cat did few circles around Theo, padded a bit closer and then sniffed him. "Uhm..." the blue-eyed man was confused and gave you a questioning look. The only response he got was an awkward smile from you. Deep down, you knew that you hoped that Diablerie would approve of him.

As the cat took more and more time to give her approval, you were beginning to think that Theo hadn't changed and was still untrustworthy and evil. But just as you wanted to turn around and run away, Diablerie let out a pleased purr and rubbed her body against Theo's legs. He was confused and surprised while a genuine smile stretched onto your face. The warm feeling of happiness spread throughout your body. He had changed, for real.

"You really have changed," you mumbled and - surprising both yourself and Theo - threw yourself onto him, arms wrapped around his built torso and face buried into his chest, squeezing the life out of him. Slowly, the man wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your hair. "I have no idea what just happened but I'm not complaining," he laughed.

You grinned.

"Now, Theo, you better tell me what the hell happened while I was tanning in Monaco?" you demanded curiously as you pulled away to look up at him. The blue-eyed man laughed, "Well..."

~~~

"Theo, you are not sleeping in your truck," you told him sternly. "Well I can't go anywhere else, babe," he shrugged. "Surely you have friends here now who you can stay with." Theo tongued his cheek, "But I can't stay with them forever Y/n. I missed school so much that I can't graduate, I can't go to college and literally no one will hire me." You stared at him while chewing on your cheek, "Then... Go back to school?"

"Can't."

"Why?"

"One word, broke."

"Then, we will find a way to get you a job but you will not sleep in your truck for the rest of your life Theo!"

Theo sighed but smiled at you, "Okay." He ran his hand through your hair before it froze on your cheek, he pulled you towards him a bit and kissed your forehead. "But you, you will go to sleep."

You chuckled, "Fine," you giggled, dragging out the i.

As you pulled away, you stared at him with your sparkling e/c eyes for sometime. "Theo, I like your new hair, you better keep it," you said all of a sudden. When you realized that you had said it out loud, you blushed while Theo laughed. "Well I'm glad to hear me not having enough money to get a haircut is up to your liking." He shut up when you kissed his cheeks and ran back towards your house.

He stood there until the door to your house closed behind Diablerie and you. Once again, a sigh left the blue-eyed boy.

He will try to get a job again tomorrow.

He will try to be up to your parents liking because he knew they absolutely despised him right now.

He will try but he can't promise anything.

~~~

It was 8 months later when Theo finally got a job. You had moved to New York to study Archaeology.

You had a job there to support yourself as a delivery driver for Domino's. The two of you kept a long distance relationship since neither of you had enough money to fly Theo over to the Big Apple.

A Spanish restaurant decided to give him a chance and you were both ecstatic when you got the news. "I'm so proud of you, baby," you cheered over Skype. "The people there seemed very nice, though I have to admit, I accidentally bumped into the Chef there already. A fiery Latina, so I better keep up my best behavior." The both of you laughed.

"How are the other doing?" You asked with a warm smile. "Well other than Stiles, I have no idea. You know almost everyone left to chase their dreams. Not that the supernaturals care, pretty sure Scott will return soon. Shit will go crazy soon." Your boyfriend's turned chalk white as he realized that he let it slip.

Worry clouded your face, "Theo... What's going on?"

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d-n-battle · 4 years

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You know... it’s not so much that I hate Naruhina and Sasusaku...

It’s more like I just really don’t get how anyone can really like these pairings?? Like I really just don’t understand the appeal???

Like did I really watch the same series as all you Naruhina and Sasusaku shippers????

Y’all: aaawww look at all of these Naruto and Hinata scenes, he clearly loves her sooo much <3 <3 <3🥰😍😌

Me: bitch where????😂😂😂

(Literally, I could make the exact same joke about Sasusaku)

Like, is it just me, or are these two ships literally just about the girls’ feelings???

I mean I’d be totally fine with these two couples, if they didn’t put this emphasis on the girls, and completely ignore the guys...

I mean ok - serious time now - can the Sasusaku shippers and Naruhina shippers show me any evidence from the anime (or manga if you’re a reader) of Naruto and Sasuke returning Hinata and Sakura’s feelings respectively???

Again, I want to reiterate that this is a genuine request, I’m not trying to poke fun with this one. I’m just genuinely curious as to what you guys can dig up. (But also, side note - please refrain from using the films or Boruto as I haven’t watched them yet. I honestly don’t think I’m even gonna watch Boruto, cause I’m not a big fan of like spin off series, so yeah...But anything from the 720 anime episodes, or any of the manga chapters is fine.)

Anyway, back to my point.

Relationships are about two or more people coming together because they recognise that they have romantic feelings towards each other.

Which is exactly why I, like I’ve said already, don’t understand how Naruhina and Sasusaku are supposed to work???

Like yeah, Sakura and Hinata both like/love Sasuke and Naruto.

But when have Sasuka and Naruto expressed that they like them back in that way???

I mean as a whole the show was never even about romance, sure there were hints at possible relationships throughout, but that was never the point of the show.

I mean I feel like this all harkens back to some points I’ve already seen made by other people, but like why is romance necessary in this situation???

.....siiiiiigh.....😒

Because what else are female characters for??? If not to fawn over the male character then really what are they for??? I mean it’s not like they’re meant to represent real life people just like the male characters right??? It’s not like they’re meant to actually have well fleshed out characters with goals that don’t revolve around getting the guy of their dreams to notice them right??? Nooo, of course not, don’t be ridiculous....

I am seriously just soooo done with this bullshit. Like I’ll be the first to admit that Hinata and Sakura are not my favourite characters, but I mean it’s not like that’s really their fault now is it??? I mean they honestly both had a lot of potential. Like, seriously, soooooo much potential. I’m being completely honest here, I was well and truly so disappointed by how these two girls’ character potential was squandered 😔😔😔

And all for the sake of fullfilling their ‘true’ purpose in the show....

And don’t even try to give me the excuse that because Naruto is a shounen anime aimed at a primarily male audience, female characters can’t be feutured as anything besides the love interst. Like what kind of shit is that - so guys can’t even enjoy female characters unless they’re lusting after the male characters they like to insert themselves into???? I mean if you really think that then you must really hate guys.

Like I’m sorry but that just makes men sound like shit. It makes them sound like they only view women as people who belong to them, and are only relevant when it comes to how they are connected to men.

Women are their own goddamm people!!! They don’t exist solely to appease men!!!

As I woman, I have had to put up with this shit for years, and I am so done with it. If guys get to have characters that represent them in almost every piece of media out there, then why don’t women get to have the same treatment??? We make up a whole half of the entire goddamn population!!!

Honeslty, a bitch is soooooo mad about this 😡😡😡(thag bitch being me of course)

And what I’m also super mad about is that these two relationships imply that the guys feelings are completely irrelevant. Like I’m sorry but no amount of Sakura liking/loving Sasuke makes it okay for her to end up with him - if he doesn’t feel anywhere near the same amount of love or appreciation for her. And the same can be applied to Hinata and Naruto.

This outcome also forces everyone to just completely ignore/forget the fact that Naruto and Sasuke are completely unready to be in a relationship with anyone.

Like, yeah I’m gonna admit here that I am indeed a Narusasu shipper, but I’ll also admit that I dead ass don’t think they’d even be ready for a relationship with each other.

I mean the war and everything else just completely messed them both up, so they would both probably need some time to heal. And knowing those two, it would most likely take quite a while before they’re anywhere near healed enough to date - let alone fucking marry - anyone.

And, also (so that I’m not accused of favouritism towards the boys) - what about Sakura and Himata and the shit that they themselves experienced??? I mean Hinata had to watch her cousin die in front of her - that’s gotta mess you up. And Sakura was a medic - there’s no imagining the shit she must have seen.

War messes people up for a long time, and bassed off of what I’ve heard of Boruto - the timeline implies that these two couples got married and had kids pretty soon after the war.

That. Does. Not. Add. Up. Sis!!!!!

Honestly, the series should have just had what I like to call an ‘open ending’. This is where pretty much everything is left (you guessed it) out in the open. By everything I mean like the final relationships and stuff like the minutiae of the story. Unless, your story is a romance story in which case the romance is the most important thing, but as we’ve established- this is not the case with Naruto.

If you don’t explicitly state that characters X and Y are married with 2.5 kids, everyone who would dislike that as an outcome is free to think that they didn’t.

Like seriously, the whole point of using the line “and they lived happily ever after”, is so that you can leave the ending open to the interpretation of the audience. That’s why I’ve never liked being told how they lived happily ever after.

Because, ultimately everyone has different ideas of what happy looks like.

Some people want to get married because that’s what would make them happy, and for some marriage would achieve the opposite. It’s the same case with having children. Or what job you wanna have.

I mean really, there is soooo many different ideas of what happy looks like.

So why limit yourself and more importantly your audience/readers????

I mean think about it like this. The purpose of a main character is basically to give us a point of view of the story through which we can be influenced. That’s why a lot of the time they don’t really have distinct personality traits - so that the reader can project their own onto them. That way the reader/audience member is able to immerse themselves in the story. We are allowed to image that the main character is us. That’s why we get angry when they do something we don’t like, our first thought is - “well, I wouldn’t have done that...”. So image how disconnected you would feel, from a character who makes a big decision that you don’t agree with. Like say, getting married, when you yourself can’t imagine yourself getting married??? Or say, getting married to someone who you yourself wouldn’t want to get married to???

I think that’s the real issues in case of Naruhina and Sasusake. The majority of us - who are clearly of sound minds - would not want to marry Hinata, Sakura, or even Naruto and Sasuke. Most likely because their characters often times feel like caricatures of people, instead of real life people. They feel somehow unfinished, and so we have a harder time seing the bigger picture, and how these big decisions they have made are supposed to make sense.

Okay, I feel like I’ve rambled enough. I leave you with this -

I don’t mean to offend anyone with this post, and so I hope I haven’t/didn’t/won’t. I’m truly just stating my opinion here. If you don’t agree with anything I’ve said here, please do let me know; I’ll always appreciate constructive criticism.

I will always love Naruto. But in order to truly love something you have to also recognise it as flawed. And this was simply me pointing out some of the things which I perceive as flaws of the show/manga.

Please, don’t think of this post, or any others which I might make in the future, as hate posts. As I’ve said, I do love the show/manga - but that doesn’t make me unwilling to crique it.

Alrighty, this is where I actually end the rant.

Thanks for coming y’all,

Love,

Danny

#boy this took a while #almost as long as it’s taking me to re-watch Naruto #this really isn’t an anti post #please dont hate me #sasusaku #naruhina #sasunarusasu #I really do love this show ya know???

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nightowlfandom · 5 years

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The Kings’ Pet Princess- Royal! BTS x Reader Series Part 1- Prologue

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE! (I write for anime too )

MY NEW SERIES, IT’S GONNA BE HYPE! I am so excited because I’ve been wanting to do this for a while and I’m finally getting around to it! ALSO THIS IS MY 100TH POST!!! LETS GET HYPE!!! *TWERKS*

This is going to be dark, sexy, and dark and more sexy...y’all better buckle up and if you want me to continue the series then please let me know by just sending me a message and telling me you like it because that’s what keeps me going. I like knowing people enjoy my writing. This story is for masochistic fucks....like meeee.

Also if you’ve sent in a request, rest assured Tumblr wasn’t acting like a dick, so I definitely got it this time around, I just ask you give me a few days to get them out.

This story will have partial violence, and a lot of sexual content.....soooo.

Also this is fanfiction land so STD’s don’t exist here fam, so we get to fuck all we want. (Meaning I intend on some sexy ass two against one shit....just warning you guys.)

LEGGO!

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This is my fate. This was my fate from the second I opened my eyes as a newborn. I had always known this would happen. I just didn’t suspect it to be so soon. I remember the tears of my mother and the clenched fists of my father. The sad looks of my younger siblings who I would tell to take my place on my throne.

“We promised no tears.” you said, while ironically wiping your face with your sleeve. “It’s not like they would have a change of heart.” you looked down.

“You’re very brave.” Your father, the king of your kingdom, your home, your utopia put a hand on your shoulder. “Your people are very proud of you...are you ready?”

You nodded even though you had been lying. The seven kings of your enemy kingdom, had agreed to an alliance in exchange for one thing...only one.

You.

Pretty soon the beautiful bright colors that adorned your crown, gown, and palace would be replaced by dreary black and blue. Something that you didn’t look forward to. You had only agreed because this would mean both side of the kingdom would put aside their differences and come together as one to help one another. You hated the way those awful men ran their kingdom. Instead of being about love and togetherness, they inflicted pain and fear into their people, the people that made them kings. It made you wonder if they were held by their mothers as children.

Your mother straightened your crown while your younger siblings rocked on their feet. You hadn’t bothered to put on your beautiful dresses and opted for a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt.

You knelt down to greet your younger brother and two sisters.

“Promise me you three will take care of my throne while I’m gone?” you grabbed your younger brother whom was only five as your other two sisters, 12 and 13 hide their tears from you.

Tearfully your baby brother took off his favorite necklace and held it out for you, your sisters followed in haste. Tearfully you hugged all three of them, inhaling sharply as not to cry.

“Your majesty...the carriage is ready.”

You turned towards the guard who had been standing there, witnessing everything. You stood up tall and nodded.

“Never forget where you come from...and who you are my daughter.” your mother kissed your forehead. “When this is all over you will return home, and we’ll be all be together again.”

With another nod, you turned towards the guard, following him outside. You were taken aback when your people, the citizens of yoru kingdom stood on either side of the path. As you walked down the trail they all knelt, bowing down to you. They knew of your sacrifice and they knew what the enemy kingdom had told your family. It was a thank you, a way of saying “we are indebted to you”. Before you got on the carriage you turned towards your people and without another word you did you best bow and as you stood upright you punched the air with your fist a determined look on your face. A cheering roar echoed throughout the crowd as you got in the carriage.

“If it’s any consolation, they’re allowing you to bring your pets,” the guard said as he helped me on. “You are very brave princess Y/N.”

“Thank you...you have been a great guardian for my family and I hope we shall cross paths again soon.” you said sadly.

You could only wave goodbye to your kingdom as the carriage drove off. You sighed. You had never been to enemy kingdom before, you have never even bothered to learn its name. You knew of their rulers though.

All of them ruthless, cold blooded, and pure evil in your eyes. You had only ever seen them once, when your father was at the sharp end of a sword.

Kim Namjoon who was supernaturally intelligent , Kim Seokjin the eldest king and scarily precise with a sword, Kim Taehyung who was a sweet talker who could obtain whatever he wanted, Park Jimin whose had the eyes of a siren, Min Yoongi whose anger issues were notorious, Jung Hoseok whose feet were as fast as his words, and Jeon Jungkook who much Taehyung could use his words to get away with too much.

You were betrothed, a slave to all of them...

You felt an uneasy aura go through you as you entered, you took a good look at the castle. It was nowhere near as light-hearted and whimsical as your home. It was dark, dreary almost. You looked down at your hands your fist clenched. For the kingdom, Y/N.

You were welcomed by a woman in a maid’s uniform. You stepped off the carriage feeling your heart drop.

“You must be Y/N. My name is Rina, I have been appointed as your personal maid and assistant.” she bowed towards me. “Welcome to Bangtan.” (Sue me lol. It actually sounds like a good kingdom name)

“Please, don’t use formalities. I’m only (your age).” you tried to sound polite. You could tell that this girl was not excited to be living in such a palace herself.

“I heard you were a kind hearted princess...but to hear you...a sigil of royalty speak to me as if I am your equal...you truly are a dream.” she blushed a deep red.

“Oh but you are my equal...our statuses don’t make us who we are...it’s our character.” you winked. “From now of you will refer to me by Y/N...not princess, your majesty, none of that stupid title bullshit.” you allowed your true self to show. You barely swore around your family, but since you were on your own, it was open season.

“Bless your soul Princess- I mean Y/N.”she smiled shyly. “You come with me. Your things will be tended to.”

You followed Rina inside and were suddenly met by a horrible chill.

“Is it always this cold?” you asked to which she replied with a nod.

“The kings like to keep it cool when it gets hot during the summer months.”Rua replied.

“Yeah but it’s like a freezer in here.” you shivered a bit. Talk about an odd welcome.

“Well those are the kings for you. They were always the cold type.” she frowned. You could tell that she held some sort of animosity towards them. “The throne room is this way. After that I’ll escort you to your room”

You nodded and followed her. Well it was now or never. You were led into the throne room which almost took you by surprise. It was surprisingly bright and filled with paintings on the walls the sun peeked through the windows.

“The kings are on their way.” Rina looked frightened. “I hope you’ll understand I’ll have to use formalities towards you in their presence.”

You didn’t have time to asked why before the doors swung open. You and Rina turned around to find seven men by the door, all standing tall.

“P-presenting Princess Y/N L/N...she j-just arrived.” Rina stammered over her words. You noticed she had a grasp on your wrist.

You knew each one all too well, you didn’t need to be introduced to them, not at all.

“So this is the princess...Y/N, was it?” Namjoon raised as eyebrow, smirking at you as you confidently walked up to them. You crossed your arms. You weren’t going to let them scare you.

“Precisely.” you held your head up high. “You must be...Namjoon.” you said unenthusiastically. “The first to be crowned, moreover...the leader.”

“Hm, you know your history.” he smirked. “I’m assuming you-”

“Know of Jungkook, Jimin, Yoongi, Seokjin, Taehyung and Hoseok?...Everyone in my kingdom knows of you and your reputation.” you said tiredly. “Sadly.”

“Hm...So you know of our power?” Hoseok asked.

“What we’re capable of...” Taehyung followed.

“and what we’ll do to get what we want?” Jungkook ended.

“....Yes.” you sighed. “Of course if I had other options....”

“Ah but you don’t....you swore your betrothal to us...little Y/N.” Seokjin hissed sweetly. “Of course don’t worry, we wouldn’t be so harsh on you.”

“Unless of course you were a masochist.” Namjoon added. “Although I expected you to....dress better for such an event.” he tsked at your casual wear.

“I wear my gowns for an event worthy of a fucking gown.” you spat. “You can forget about me wearing pieces of string just to satisfy you.” you crossed your arms. “I don’t do that, especially not for men like you.”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to argue with us...little Y/N...remember this arrangement...to help your people...your family...you wouldn’t go as far to be so selfish.” Yoongi smirked, knowing your reply.

“How dare you use that against me...” you clenched your fist. “If war wasn’t as risk I would punch you right where you stand.” you hissed.

“Hmm, think of it this way Y/N. You get to be waited on hand and foot.” Namjoon began. “No one would be stupid enough to cross you with us around.”

“You get do do things you’ve never had the chance to do before.” Seokjin follow.

“You get to experience what it really means to be a ruler.”

“You don’t have to lift a finger...or work in general”

“And if you’re lucky, you might find you actually enjoy it here.”

“All alone with us.”

“To do whatever it is that pretty little mind can summon....Especially when you can’t sleep at night”

You eyed the seven kings, they seemed like they had the same plan in their head.

“So...with that being said...we hope you enjoy your stay in our castle.” Namjoon said.

“Because you’re all ours Y/N.” they chorused, all wearing the exact same smirk.

What had you agreed to...

...

Rina had taken to your room as promised.

“Y/N I applaud your bravery but if you keep this up you’ll surely be punished.” Rina exhaled an extreme breath. “What you did might have opened up a portal of a load of-”

“I don’t care what portals I’ve opened up, Rina.” you snapped lightly. “They do not control me, or my fate. The minute our kingdoms are merged...I’ll be queen and this kingdom will do what I say...sure they’ll be kings but I find I can be quite convincing when I want to be.”

Rina looked at you. She wished she could be as brave as you. The only reason she had taken this place as a maid in the palace was so she could send money to her family, the kings had no care for their people it seemed. So she made sure her family was fed first, then she would send whatever she could to her village.

“They don’t stand a chance....” you said determined.

“You are signing a death certificate...but I admire you.” Rina sighed. “I was also requested to tell you that dinner begins at 7:30, and you are advised to comply because you do not want them to come up and bring you physically.”

“Great....Now who do I speak to about being shown around this place.” you sighed.

“I’ll show her.”

You grimaced...that damn voice.

You turned around and saw Hoseok standing by the door. Rina seemingly ducked behind you. Were you a human shield or what?

“You, Maid...you’re needed to help prepare dinner in the kitchens.” Hoseok pointed towards Rina.

“Right away!” she bowed before scurrying off without another look at us.

“...Y/N was it? Follow me.” he said turning around.

You hated to admit, but this place was twice as big as your palace back home. It looked way too easy to get lost so you had no choice but to comply.

Wordlessly you followed Hoseok down an unfamiliar looking hallway. Well the whole fucking castle was unfamiliar.

“Hm...you seem nervous.” Hoseok began smirking. “Don’t worry...I won’t bite you...unless of course you’re asking.”

“No thanks.” you crossed your arms. You were led down another hall. “What is this place?”

“We’re almost there.” Hoseok’s smile widened.

“Wait a minute...I thought you were showing me-”

“I am...but first...I must show you something.”

“Like what exactly?” you stopped walking. “If you plan of playing dirty tricks then you can forget it.”

“Never I’m almost hurt you’d assume such a thing.” Hoseok faked a sad face. “Now come along...the others aren’t as patient as I am.”

Slowly you bagan walking again.

You followed Hoseok into a strange looking room, you were taken aback at the appearance. This was either a dungeon....or a sex room. You didn’t want to stick around to find out.

The ironic thing about this was that it was just as big as the throne room, where seven thrones sat. As Hoseok predicted, the other six were all on their respective spots.

“HEY!” You were taken aback when your arms were bound behind your back by shackles.

“Just so you don’t try anything.” you felt Hoseok whisper in your ear in a sickeningly sweet tone.

“Try what!?!?!” you argued, trying to shake out of your bindings.

“You can cut that bullshit now, Y/N.” Namjoon got up and approached you. “No we aren’t any happier than you are about this fucking arrangement.”

“The why did you arrange it! You get these shackles off me or I’m gonna-” you cut yourself off....you didn’t know what you were gonna do.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Hoseok said from behind you.

“Not really.” you were now genuinely more confused than angry.

“It’s because we want you Y/N.” Namjoon chuckled.

“Uh...yeah we’ve already established tha- OH!” You suddenly realized what he meant. “You mean...all of your...all seven of you.”

“Precisely” Namjoon’s smirk broadened. “Of course the thought of merging kingdoms is absolutely repulsive to me...I will admit our land could...use a bit of an agricultural and technological advantage. It was the perfect plan.”

Okay now you didn’t know how to feel.

“We get you all to ourselves, you get to help your people, and we get to keep our position as kings.” Jungkook watched you from his throne. “Of course you being the positive light you are saw an opportunity, you just fell right into our trap like a helpless little mouse.”

“I’m still lost at what this me-” Namjoon tilted your head up to look at him.

“It means, my dear, and here I thought you were smarter...what a shame. It means that during our time together, you get to be our good little pet. You get all of our undivided attention. We had the special room built just for you...to “ he chuckled. “Explore.”

“Save some of her for the rest of us Namjoon...poor thing already looks like she’s prepared for something...” Taehyung commented.

“P-prepared?” you squeaked. “F-for what exactly.”you asked, knowing good and well his answer.

“Hm...wouldn’t you love to know.” they all chorused.

(YOU GUYS I AM SO EXCITED!! ARGH! )

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 5 years

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honestly over the years that i constantly watched the E! celeb channel and read celeb mags like “grazia” and “People”, “Ok!” etc etc or women’s mags like women’s day or new idea.... the one thing i could never fucking stand was the fashion panels that were either at the beginning (if it was awards season) or near the end of these mags.... where they’d judge the women far more harshly than the men.

like let’s say judge frida bonhelm (not a real person), fashion director at grazia rates the following real stars:

• sandra bullock at the golden globes in idk alex mcqueen (a high out of 10 ranking in my books bc i know nothing about fashion, but not so for these panellists).

• jake gyllenhaal at the oscars and golden globes, and for the sake of this post he’s either rocked up looking like he’s rolled out of bed with tousled hair etc but still in a suit (just without a tie, bc ala casual tre magnifique! a hot fashion tip: any random french makes you sound classy in fashion and makes Total Sense™️), at the oscars. or let’s say of shits and giggles he’s rocked up shirtless but in a kilt to the golden globes (“he’s going through a hard role guys, let him be!” says fellow panelist Gead mulhern, stylist for new idea). also forget what fashion designer/label JG is wearing, bc who the fuck cares when it’s a man???? amirite??? bc what man is meant to remember that supposedly vital information? none of them. not a single one them. that’s who.

now the reviews go like this:

frida on sandra bullock’s outfit:

sandra, sandra, sandra. you WOWed us last week with your appearance at the *insert random movie title here* premiere! but this. this is absolutely terrible! it doesn’t fit the event at all! that dress doesn’t fit around her waist, the tailoring is fuckin shabby! get a new tailor, sandra! the shoes don’t match, the bag is awful, her hair is fucking awful and the dress again, does not match her skin tone! why did she not get the memo on tanning if she’s wearing a salmon colour???? an absolute bloody shocker for me! -5/10! TRY BETTER NEXT TIME SANDY! (also remember to tan next time, booboo!)

frida on jake gyllenhaal at the oscars:

oooh jakey boy!!!!!!! looking all sexy and tousled boy next door, i see!!!! 😍 absolutely stunning, original, so damn melting sexy that i could just gush all day 😜 and the no tie thing! we all say “BAH!” to that sort of thing! screw the formal attire requirements of the oscars! ugh jake, 100000000000%/10. oh shit, that’s off the charts bc my cat stepped on my keyboard. i meant 10/10! absolutely no thirst here!!!! 😂😉 jakey stuns again!!!! soooo dreamy! *sigh*

frida on jake gyllenhaal at the golden globes in a kilt:

ooooof showing off that ripped bod as a superhero character huh?! what a good way to do it by being shirtless in a kilt! you just never stop stunning people, do you mr. gyllenhaal???? egad, i think i’ll faint looking at this photo for too long! someone get a me defibrillator or something to revive me if i do!!!! 😉☺️ another 10/10 for jake! what a brave and stunning idea!!! 😫 a visionary, really! 🙃

the other panellists generally end up having the same views as frida, but mostly differing on a few points and and final scoring. like jake in both instances basically just rolled out of fucking bed and threw something on (or that’s how it’s styled at least) which looks like it took like 10 minutes at the most to do..... while sandra (and every other female actress they critique) takes like literally 8 hours or more of hair and makeup getting ready for these major events and they get the low rankings????

like this pissed me off so so so much when i read/watched these panels. i was ready to fight every single one of them. and i was so happy when some of the women started fighting back a few years back now...... like elisabeth moss flipping the bird at the E!’s nail cam thing at the oscars i think... cate blanchett getting angry at the camera men for panning up her body in her dress. then there was emma thompson walking up on stage at idk the baftas or whatever carrying her heels and then she threw them over her shoulder. like god. i LIVED for that. and also there’s tiffany haddish turning up in the same alexander mcqueen dress to everything she can bc the goddamn dress is $4,000. like i’d do that to, girl. rock on.

like i hope we consistently get more of this as time goes on. because i’m so sick of male stars getting to turn up in jeans etc and being lauded as “casual, laidback and sexy next door hunk” and getting rated in the high out of ten (/10) range. while the women at these events are turning up looking like superstar material but getting rated like a 2 and get called “fashion challenged” or some other horrendous bullshit (half of them at the very least)..... all because one of these shitty overly judgemental fashion panelists doesn’t like one tiny detail of the woman’s outfit.

it’s ultimately why i stopped purchasing fashion/celeb etc mags and stopped watching E! and stopped engaging with other celeb news material. because it’s exactly where women learn to be catty, overly critical and bitchy.... instead of nice, supportive and non-judgemental. like watching fashion police back in high school made me super fucking bitter for ages... while also making me simultaneously hate myself bc i knew that i could never look like a hollywood star.

actually the worst segment on fashion police and in fashion mags was “starlet or streetwalker” (or something similar) where i remember female stars like kesha and britney spears were constantly labeled as “streetwalkers” which was like a nicer way (in their words) of saying “whore”. i’m pretty sure joan rivers/guiliana rancic called kesha a whore quite a few times actually.... bc of the way she dressed back in the late mid2000s/early 2010s because of her party girl image. like that got on my nerves so much that i was ready to fucking break the tv because they were calling my role models (once i found out kesha wasn’t a literal party girl all the time really lmao) whores while blantantly stupid but totes relatable & quirky/awkward Hot Girl Of The Minute™️ jennifer lawrence (at the time during 2011-2014) was touted as a starlet along with other young female stars.

anyway fashion panels are fucking venom and should fucking stop pitting women against each other. they should also stop lauding men when they turn up with tousled hair and just barely fucking dressed for a red carpet events. everyone is fucking over it. like start being nice to each other y’all. like why is it so fucking hard????

#life #about me #shut up ilona #ilona actually shares her life with her followers for once lol #ilona tries to be funny and relatable #a tl;dr post for people who hate reading longform posts on this hellsite

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wolfenm-marveling · 5 years

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There are three big reasons I have not and don’t want to see Endgame ....

For one, I wrote a lengthy article about that will run in June at Sequential Tart (I'll update this post with the link when it goes live *EDIT* Here it is: The Subject of Character Death, Revisited - http://www.sequentialtart.com/article.php?id=3362 ). The other two, I'll talk about here; they involve Steve and Bucky.

I know what you’re thinking: Wolfie, how can you form an opinion on a movie you haven't seen? Well, I do have mental health issues (undiagnosed and untreated because I have no insurance or job, yay), so when the film was released in China, I found someone to spoil me so that I might make an informed decision as to whether or not I could *handle* seeing it, given some worries I had (and especially since 3 hours without a bathroom break was not going to work for me or my companion). I determined from that convo that it would be a Very Bad Idea for me to see the film.

Even seeing the constant posts about it -- especially ones that called it a “beautiful” or “perfect” end, etc. -- was triggering anxiety and mental anguish / circular thoughts (admittedly in part because there were similarly “bad” things happening in other fandoms of mine -- it was too much at once). And I'm STILL having massive issues with circular thoughts about it.

This essay isn't meant to tell anyone they’re wrong about how they perceive / feel about the film, BUT, while I know I shouldn't care what other people think, the sitch still makes me feel how I feel: frankly, a bit disturbed that people are loving things that are making me so awful. I feel like I've stepped into some sort of Bizarro world -- like I'm somehow in the wrong universe. It’s very distressing. (I mean ... they call it mental *illness* for as reason, right?)

In this franchise where I once found such great joy, I now find little more than anguish. It’s actually been making me physically ill to see the posts -- or to look on my massive Marvel collection; I've had to box much of it away for now. Hopefully some day I can enjoy it again. (I can't exactly stop using my $60 Captain America backpack I begged for, for my birthday, though. :/)

I find that when my thoughts get like this (like I'm on a runaway train that keeps revisiting the same stations), the only thing that helps even a little is to sort out my thoughts on the page -- even if I’ve done it before, as I have with this in the comments section of friends posts. (You may have seen other people express similar thoughts, too.) And really, I don't want to rain on my friend’s parades, so I figure I’ll post it in my own space, and then if people ask me my thoughts, I can just point them here. And hopefully this post will help others who are similarly struggling (I know there are at least a few).

As for the old chestnut “It’s just a story/ a fictional character”, well, for one thing, let me repeat: mentally ill here. If I could control how I feel, I wouldn’t BE mentally ill. But also, I'm a writer who feels writing is a sacred calling, so when I feel a story is badly told, I tend to take it personally. Yes, I know my opinion is not the be-all, end all -- if you think it’s a good story, yay for you. Me, I feel betrayed by this story in a way I have rarely felt before (the other biggest instance having happened the week before the film's release, so double-whammy, yay).

Warning: if you read any further, I assume you either saw Endgame or don’t care about Spoilers.

(*edited to add* If you need some solace too, check out @antiendgame to find other people who are upset.)

The first upsetting points for me were the Noble Deaths (and, in Loki’s case, lack of resurrection) -- I hate that trope with the fire of a thousand suns. But that’s what I wrote the article on (including how 2012 Loki’s escape doesn't make me feel any better), so no more on that here.

Now, let me preface the rest of this by saying no, I wasn’t expecting a romantic presentation of Stucky. And as hard as I ship them fanon-wise, I don’t actually hate Steggy -- I adore Peggy in her own right (and like the idea of them being a threesome with Bucky).

What I DO hate is that Steve abandoned Bucky for her.

Aside from Steve’s moral compass, Bucky was the impetus behind pretty much *everything* Steve did in his trilogy. He found the missing soldiers because Bucky was amongst them. Bucky’s death broke him -- and finding him again in Winter Soldier seemed to give Steve, who was clearly depressed, new life. Despite Sam insisting Bucky was Gone, Steve wouldn't kill Bucky to save the world. And in Civil War, Steve fought other dear friends, and was willing to throw away his own freedom, to protect his best friend. So how the FUCK is them being *separated pretty much forevermore* a satisfactory end to that story???????

TL;DR, the Captain America movies were about the repeated separation and reunion of Steve and Bucky … and yet we barely got to SEE them together before Steve said sayonara to the man he’d been best friends with for over a for over a decade, to go be with a woman he’d known for about a year.

A woman who’d already had a family without him.

Yeah, we can say her family still exists in the original timeline -- but I have seen soooo many different explanations of how the time sitch works out, it’s not even funny.

Really, that’s the third reason I don't want to see the movie: I HATE time paradox, and this movie sounds riddled with it. Also, as I understand it, the writers and the Russos are saying different things, with the Russos saying it’s a different timeline (which apparently Steve would be going *back* to after the shield pass, for some reason, and yeah, that bothered me, that he didnl't even give his best friend that momento, and sent their last onscreen moments together talking to SAM), and the writers saying no, the alternate timelines were only a thing when the Stones were in play. So yeah, Steve could spend the rest of his life with Bucky then ... but that means he also would have erased Peggy’s family (and maybe her work). Unless he was the man she married all along.

Either way, it would mean that Steve let Bucky suffer, and let HYDRA infiltrate SHIELD, neither being things I could see him doing.

And if it IS a branched-off timeline, I LOATHE that time theory, because it means NOTHING WE DO MATTERS. There’s always a version of us that’s our worst selves, and people who suffer because of it. That’s hella depressing. (Even if it would explain why I feel like I'm in the wrong world.)

At any rate, the ONLY end I really wanted was to see Steve and Bucky get to be together, no matter how -- “just friends” would have been fine. It was literally the thing I wanted most in the whole damn MCU franchise (aside from seeing Loki be redeemed and then fight alongside the Avengers. *sigh* At least I didn't have high hopes there ...). I would rather Steve had taken Bucky back in time WITH him, even if Steve still married Peggy; time paradox issues aside, I could have lived with that -- yes, even if it meant we didn’t get The Falcon and the Winter Soldier. (And honestly, how much am I supposed to look forward to that anyway, when Sam has been such an *inexplicably* uncompassionate asshole to Bucky in WS and CW? A guy who runs meetings for people with PTSD holds a grudge against a guy who was brutally mind-raped? It's like they made him OOC for the lolz!)

As for “Oh, but Bucky knew and he was okay with it!”

Uh, if he was okay with it, it's just because the writers *wrote* him that way for their own convenience, so they could do this ending. I have been besties with someone most of our lives. We broke up a few times, but we managed to keep finding our way back to each other. We don't live in the same state, so we rarely see each other, but at least we DO sometimes, and we write each other. If this person said they were going to go live somewhere with no way to communicate with me ever again, so they could be with someone they loved, of course I wouldn't want to say don't leave, because I'd want them to be happy, and wouldn't want to stand in the way … but that doesn't mean I'd be “okay”. in the slightest. And I wouldn't WANT other people I care about to go through such pain, much less think it beautiful to watch.

Plus, as I always say, this is fiction -- I don't need *that much* “reality” in my escapism. Temporary angst is my bread-and-butter -- it’s cathartic -- but I need a happy ending to be the payoff. To me, A TRULY happy ending for Steve -- and the one that would have been the best payoff for the narrative we’ve spent a decade watching -- would have been for him to not have to choose between the two people he loved most.

Edited 5/11/19 to add: For all those who are all “Oh, they’re just friends, they aren't gay”, I am more or less fine with sexual Stucky staying fanon; they still love each other platonically, are SOULMATES, ACCORDING TO THE SCREENWRITERS THEMSELVES (Christopher Markus and Steve McFeely), who wrote this as part of the intro to the graphic novel Captain America: White - “…Of course, this is still a rollicking adventure tale, and no adventure is complete without a love story. And yes, these books have one – the longest, most tortured one in Marvel history, in fact. We’re talking about Steve and Bucky, without smirking or innuendo or raised eyebrows. Platonic though the relationship may be, from the meet cute to the tragic separation, their bond has all the elements of a classic romance. These two men love each other – as any pair of friends who faced exclusion, combat, inhumanity, and death would. Their bond stretches across half the twentieth century. The loss of it gnaws at Steve throughout the modern day, and it slices his heart in half when the Winter Soldier rears his tormented, homicidal head. Just as Jeph and Tim’s earlier Daredevil: Yellow, Spider-Man: Blue, and Hulk: Gray all dealt with the major love interests in the heroes’ lives, so too does Captain America: White. Steve and Bucky are each others’ soulmate, if you will, because no one on Earth understands what either of them has been through as well as the other does. The book deals deftly with the strengths and weaknesses that relationship engenders. As the Red Skull himself says to Bucky, “The captain has a … ‘soft spot’ for you. A spot I intend to put a bullet through this very evening.” Soldiers fight for their country. They fight for themselves. They fight for each other. And sometimes they die for these things, too. The ones who don’t carry the memory of the ones who did for the rest of their days. Steve Rogers is no different.”

So he's gonna leave his soulmate (no matter the nature of their love) behind forever? FUCK THAT NOISE. I am completely baffled ow two writers who see Steve and Bucky that way would go on to give them that ending.

And retouching the whole for Bucky “knows and is okay” thing, the Russos also said that Bucky is too damaged still to be Captain America. Uh, THAT DOESN’T SOUND LIKE THEY REALLY THINK HE’S OKAY.

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theythemsam · 5 years

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spn 9x06, liveblog, collected posts (all 14 of them) or as i like to call it: all i care about is that angel’s cool fancy earring and the fact that this premise of a monster would be so immensly bad for the survival rate of me and literally all my friends. So thank you for your service Cas, you saved so many depressed millenials.

Oh man, I don’t know that dude, but I love his fancy fucking cross earrings

#they are big sexy and I want them for myself #me I don’t like jewelry…. #also me when given the chance to be a catholic goth hoe TM: hnnngggg yes

I feel really sorry for Cas

#my poor retail son #also I don’t trust that woman!!!

If the writers could stop putting Cas in weird sexual situations with women that’d be great!

#like im not saying they should do it with men either uhh nope #im just saying that they should please give me something that’s at least clearly consensual? And not bc that person has some kind of power over him

Asdfg Sam with his tiny, tiny cup

#i love sam and tiny cups #also hes not sitting right again #like he had a chair but nope its time to sprawl now

“I’m just dying.” “I could help with that.”

#asdg THE WORST #that dude wouda killed me like 50 times during my Angsty Years TM #i still love his fancy earrings though!!!

I hate Dean judging Cas for having to work, like hey asshole if you had supplied Cas with idk any money… a safe house… anything at all… then maybe… just maybe… he would not be forced to work in retail? Something you obviously find soooo terrible?

#god im gonna kill dean Winchester pure anger force alone and hell explode in a pink goo like the victims of the week

Cas just fucking… taking one of that woman’s own roses is just the worst… I mean, she kinda deserves it bc she just uses him as baby sitter but asdfgh

#imagine you have a date and they just rob your garden to hand you some flowers and they just ruin your garden WHAT THE FUCK

Also I mean everything against Nora, bc like a) the way she phrased that was so messed up and definitely easily misinterpretable and also no way to ask somebody to babysit??? But b) she just leaves this man that she doesn’t really know in her home? With her baby?

#like theres so much that could go wrong! Hes gonna rob her! steal her baby! Maybe hes a perv! #like honestly that woman is so stupid #especially leaving like this for a couple of hours #every time I babysat they started with like one or two hours during the day #to make sure I and the kid get along #they already knew me from around town #like they knew I could be trusted #shes just like; wow you’ve been working here for like two weeks wanna babysit my kid in my fancy home? #please don’t steal my plasma TV!

At least they realized that using needles to gain blood for spell work is a) a lot cleaner and b) a lot less painful

#like needles suck and maybe that’s bc my veins are shiiiit but getting blood outta those bad boys takes some time for me #so I still wouldn’t like it #but so much better than just slitting your hand open like that takes so much time to heal #or maybe that’s just me again bc I heal so slowly and also pick at wounds lmao

Uff nothing against Cas, but he can’t sing

#it just sounds like hes trying to sing a lot deeper than he actually would sing normally #so it sounds bad

Abaddon is so pretty

#heart eyes heart eyes heart eyes

Also @ the shitty angel dude: Stop hurting Cas you bastard!

Well, at least now he’s dead and the baby is doing better now, so that’s always a perk.

Dean!!! You should at least offer Cas some money… a place to stay… help him to regain his grace not just “eh youre human now, so we’ll take care of that”

#maaaan I rarely think about cas’s emotional state bc well… hes not my fav and I do care for him but just not that much #but now I really wanna write a fic that explores his state of mind after this #like look cas now as a human… eh youre useless and a danger to sam and me so… #bye bye I will not call I will not check in I will not give you any pointers on human survival #im just throwing you away like old trash goodbye #like dean could do so much better in this situation even if Cas is not able to stay in the bunker #ugh I just really hate season 9 dean

#spn 9x06 #collections #i know its been like forever since i posted but ive been really busy with finals weeks #but its soon over and im excited for that!!!#sam liveblogs

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letswritefuriously · 5 years

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Episode 1x1 of My Nameless WIP (Pt 2)

Here’s the link to part one.

Please guys; feedback. I NEED to know what you think! (and yes I know it’s daunting to read this much and easier to scroll on past but I promise you won’t regret it hopefully).

Part two

Scene 19

ARI drops into the seat next to ALICIA, nearly causing it to overbalance. He corrects sloppily.

ALICIA (without missing a beat): This is a gay bar.

ARI (ignoring her): Your glass is full.

ALICIA: It’s just for effect, really. I’m here for the people.

ARI: Great, I have-

ALICIA: The ladies, specifically.

ARI: No! No... no no no no no no. I’m NOT flirting with you. To prove his point, he scooches his chair back a bit. I just have a few questions that really really really need answering pretty please?

ALICIA (frowning): Gosh, how many did you have?

ARI attempts to count on his fingers. ALICIA grabs his hands and places them back on the table.

ALICIA: Never mind.

ARI shakes his head as if to clear his vision, and blinks a few more times. Upon realising his vision can’t be cleared, he sighs dramatically and turns to ALICIA.

ARI: So I had some contacts that I was going to meet here, we were gonna discuss about how the war we’re fighting was going, but then for two hours I sat here and they didn’t come, and then-

ALICIA (Clearly treating this as a way to use her psychology skills): A war? That’s nice. Who are you fighting against, Hitler?

ARI: No, I’m not Hitler.

ALICIA: I was asking if you were fighting Hitler.

ARI: No, he died years ago.

ALICIA: Cool. What sort war is it? Why do you feel you need to fight?

ARI: Because they’re killing people, duh. But anyway my question was-

ALICIA: Do you ever see things other people don’t?

ARI: Could you please stop- well I was actually going to ask you the same thing.

ALICIA: Really? And why is that?

ARI: Well you see there’s this particular birthmark, and you’ve got it underneath your eye...

ALICIA self-consciously raises her hand to her right cheekbone where the birthmark sits just under her eye, while ARI continues to babble.

...and see this mark it’s really magical and s*** and most of the time people don’t have that complete mark and-

ALICIA: That’s nice. How are you gonna get home? You’re definitely not safe to drive.

ARI (grabbing her arm): Wait-

ALICIA, on reflex, slaps him. He falls onto the ground, and then tries to rise, but slips and falls on his face again.

ALICIA: Oh my God, I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to-

ARI: S’okay, I’m fine, just... having a little... a little rest.

He begins to lay his head on the floor, but ALICIA grabs his arm and drags him to his feet.

ALICIA: Come on, you. I’ll help get you home.

Scene 20

ALICIA stumbles out of the bar, struggling to support ARI, who is at least 5 centimetres/two inches taller than her.

ARI: ...m fine, I can... walk...

ALICIA: Whatever you say then. She drops him. He promptly falls to the ground. You sure?

ARI (staggering upright): Yep! I’ll just- he stagger forward a few steps, and then stumbles, grabbing onto the wall to support himself. His momentum swings him around, and he stumbles into the next alleyway.

ALICIA hurries after him, but when she rounds the corner, the alleyway is empty.

ALICIA: ...Dude?

There’s a loud crash, but it’s just a dog knocking the lid off a trash can.

ALICIA stands there for a second, and then shrugs. She walks back around the corner.

Scene 21

Two men are standing on a pathway above a factory; steam and sulphurous smoke are billowing up from where people scurry like ants. The men are clearly arguing.

MAN 1: ...Not good enough, Cam! He puts his hand on MAN 2’s shoulder, and his voice drops, and we can’t hear it above the machinery.

MAN 2: I’ll find a way to fix this-

MAN 1: You better. MAN 2’s shoulders tremble. MAN 1’s voice drops again. MAN 2 looks up. I’ll fix this brother.

He turns around and walks off. The camera focuses on his face.

It’s EXECUTIVE 2.

And we cut to black

Scene 22

We are once again at a military base; only this time; it is bustling with life. The hangars are all full, and there are many, many armoured cars and even some tanks parked just inside the fence. Armed soldiers motion a jeep full of soldiers through the gate-

Scene 23

ALICIA and ETHAN are in a car; a slightly beaten up bug car. ALICIA is driving down the highway, though from the slow speed she’s going at, and the way she grips the wheel too tight, you can tell she doesn’t have her licence yet.

ALICIA (Her eyes glued to the road): So how did the applications go last night while I was out?

ETHAN: Can I put some music on? It’s really quiet in here.

ALICIA: Ethan... Are you going to answer my questi-

It’s too late though, he has already grabbed her phone and has hit play on Dvorak’s ‘symphony number 9’-

Scene 24

The camera focuses on a small dog in the back; a wire-haired terrier. It lifts up its head and whines, and the soldiers all laugh and aww. One reaches out to pet it, and it begins to growl, but then allows the touch, as if reprimanding itself-

Scene 25

ALICIA groans and bangs her head on the wheel. It honks and she starts.

ALICIA: God, would it kill you to listen to some Fall Out Boy once in a while?

ETHAN (deadpanning): Yes.

ALICIA: At least some Queen?

ETHAN: Look, Queen may be great and all, but they ain’t never gonna beat the classics.

ALICIA: As the driver, I veto. (She reaches across to grab her phone, but he pulls it away)-

Scene 26

The dog jumps off the back of the jeep, and trots off, the soldiers making sounds of disappointment.

The dog ignores them, and trots into a hangar, morphing into a German shepherd as it goes, which nobody notices. When a soldier opens the door to a hangar, it trots in behind-

Scene 27

ALICIA: Ethan, give me the phone- Give me-

Scene 28

The camera is back in those perfectly white hallways. From around the corner, there’s a yelp and a thump, and ARI rolls around the corner, looking startled.

ARI: Whoops. Forgot about that. He frowns. Whoop-de-doo.

HE walks down the hallway, perfectly casual. He rounds a corner, and almost runs straight into a soldier-

Scene 29

ALICIA leans further across the centre console, and he bats her hand away. They proceed to brawl, though in a rather playful, non-serious way. Throughout this, the car swerves a tiny bit on the road.

ETHAN: I reject your privileges as driver-

ALICIA: I am sick- of classical-

ETHAN: Dvorak composed romantic!

ALICIA: I- don’t-

Scene 30

The soldier (late twenties/early thirties, female) pulls a gun on ARI, and he quickly bats it out of her hands, sending it spinning across the floor. He goes to throw a punch, but the soldier round-house kicks him in the face, putting him on the floor. The soldier takes a step towards the gun, but ARI trips her, and she face-plants on the floor, her fingers still reaching for the gun. ARI also reaches, but the soldier gets there first, bringing it around to point straight at his face-

Scene 31

ALICIA and ETHAN are still having a mini-catfight over the phone, throwing insults back and forth.

ALICIA: Music- sucks-

ETHAN: Yours- too-

The car swerves a lot, and ALICIA shrieks and bolts upright, resuming her death-grip on the wheel.

There’s a pause.

ALICIA (deathly pale): We could’ve died.

ETHAN (Lovingly): This is why you don’t have your driver’s licence, you twat. He puts his feet up on the dash, and ALICIA shoots him a dirty look.

There’s an even longer pause.

Scene 32

ARI grabs the gun and points it away from his face. The momentum sends them both around the corner. There’s a muffled thump, and then silence.

The soldier walks around the corner, a cocky smile on her face.

SOLDIER: Better luck next time, asshole. She gives a little skip, and the pant leg of her uniform flaps up, revealing-

A black wetsuit.

Scene 33

ALICIA: So about those applications-

ETHAN: Fine, fine, FINE! Queen it is!

ALICIA: I-

ETHAN: No, I agree, this is terrible, we need Queen, Freddy will save us... Continues to babble in this manner, cutting off everything she says until ‘Crazy little thing called love’ is blaring through the tiny car.

Scene 34

(‘Crazy little thing called love is now non-diegetic sound). SOLDIER/ARI walks confidently through the halls, and around the corner-

Into another squad of four soldiers.

SOLDIER/ARI: Evening, lads.

OFFICER: Ma’am it’s morning outside and this is an all-female squad.

SOLDIER/ARI (nodding): Good point. Now I have a post to get to-

OFFICER: Ma’am, are you drunk?

SOLDIER/ARI: Close, but no cigar, I’m ACTUALLY hungover.

OFFICER: Ma’am I’m going to have to mention this to your squad leader, if you could show me some ID-

SOLDIER/ARI smashes a fist into his face, and the whole squad draws guns. (Insert fight choreography that I actually don’t have to do because assuming this becomes a real thing people do that for me! 😊)

The OFFICER pulls a knife and so does SOLDIER/ARI, who lunges toward the OFFICER, only to have the OFFICER lunge towards her and back her into a corner.

The OFFICER tries to pin her down and bring the knife-tip to her throat, but ARI slips underneath her at the very last second, throwing her against the wall. She blacks out.

SOLDIER/ARI stands triumphant for a moment, and then...

SOLDIER/ARI: Oh s***! She begins to pick up the bodies and drag them away.

Oh and... in case you forgot... that whole scene was choregraphed to ‘Crazy little thing called love’.

Scene 35

ALICIA and ETHAN throw their bikes down and walk towards another abandoned house. It’s a different one this time; with rotted wood and a sagging porch out the front.

ALICIA pulls out her phone and hits record. The camera is now from the point of view of the phone.

ALICIA: Hey Tahlia! Haunted House number 9!

ETHAN (shaking his head): I hate you soooo much right now. ALICIA smacks him. What? How are we even get in there?

ALICIA: Um... The stairs?

There’s a crash. The camera flips around and we see that one of the stairs has fallen down.

ALICIA (continued): Not the stairs.

They continue to argue, and the camera turns to a very long shot, slowing panning around them, their voices indistinct.

The camera flips back around to the viewpoint of ALICIA’s phone.

ALICIA (calling to ETHAN who is off-screen): This is a bad idea!

The camera flips around to ETHAN, who is climbing the side of the building.

ETHAN (sarcastically): What makes you think that?!

There’s a cracking noise, and ETHAN gives a very pre-pubescent screech and climbs down very fast.

The camera flip back to ALICIA, who is laughing so hard that she can’t breathe.

ETHAN: Shut up!

ALICIA (Still laughing): It’s okay to be a man and scream a very, very un-manly scream!

The camera cuts back to the long shot again, from just around the side of the house.

Like something is watching them.

The camera cuts back to ALICIA’s phone.

ALICIA: Well, wouldya look at this! She tilts the phone around to show us the back door of the house. Ethan! Come on!

Scene 36

The door inside the house cracks open, whining and creaking for every centimetre it moves. ETHAN and ALICIA poke their heads in, and then their torches.

ETHAN: Whoop-de-freakin’-doo, another wreck.

ALICIA: If this is haunted I’m going to- She screams suddenly, and ETHAN whips his head around, but she’s already laughing. See! You still believe in ghosts! She walks into the house, the floor squealing like a pig.

ETHAN: I don’t and I haven’t since I was five.

ALICIA (over her shoulder): Dream on, ghostbuster!

ETHAN frowns and tilts his head, mothing ‘Ghostbusters?’. He shrugs and walk into the house after her.

There’s a long silence where they inspect the walls.

Scene 37

ALICIA walks into the next room, looking for stairs. She frowns at the ripped wallpaper.

The silence is suddenly broken by ETHAN tunelessly singing.

ETHAN: Bust it down, Thotiana-

Scene 38

ALICIA (sticking her head round the door): Shut up, please!

ETHAN: What are you, the tune police?

ALICIA frowns.

ALICIA: I thought you only liked classical?

ETHAN: I do, but I know how much you hate that song.

The camera cuts back to a long shot, once again giving us the feeling that something is watching them.

ALICIA (to her phone): See, this is what I have to deal with every-

OFFICER: Freeze! Four armed SOLDIERS run not the room, surrounding the siblings. The SOLDIERS are wearing black helmets, black suits and black balaclavas. Only their eyes are visible; the camera takes a moment to focus on each set; two brown, one hazel, and one blue and green heterochromatic pair.

ALICIA yelps and drops her phone, putting her hands in the air as fast as she can. ETHAN raises his more slowly, but is still clearly raising them.

OFFICER: Got any weapons? They nod slowly. Drop ‘em. The siblings slowly pull their guns out of where they had them stowed in the back of their jeans, and lay them on the ground. They are only tiny pistols, clearly only for use in emergencies. It is America, after all.

OFFICER (continued, to ALICIA): You there! She stiffens. What’s your name?!

ALICIA (stammering, but loud and clear): Uh... A-Alicia, sir. Alicia Jae.

OFFICER: State of origin?

ALICIA: Illinois, sir.

The OFFICER looks over at the two other SOLDIERS next to them, and then nods.

OFFICER: Kill ‘em.

ETHAN yelps and drops to the floor, and ALICIA screams.

ALICIA: Sir, I’m sorry for trespassing, the house was abandoned, we were just having some fun-

OFFICER: Quiet girl!

ALICIA (sobbing): Please! Maybe it is against the law, I don’t know, but we don’t deserve death! Upon realising that nothing she says will sway him, she hardens up. This is illegal! You can’t shoot us! I bet you’re not even real police!

OFFICER: On my mark.

ALICIA: You AREN’T with the police, are you? This is illegal! You’re going to be arrested!

While this is being said, the camera focuses on ETHAN. All other sounds fade so that they become indistinct, and our ears are filled with a high-pitched whining that sounds like ears ringing.

OFFICER: Three!

But ETHAN has noticed something. He raises his head of the ground and looks directly at one of the SOLDIERS. The SOLDIER stares back.

OFFICER (Indistinctly): Two!

ETHAN continues to stare at the SOLDIER.

Because the safety on the SOLDIER’s gun is still on.

The SOLDIER winks.

OFFICER (no longer indistinct): One!

The SOLDIER whirls around and points their gun at the OFFICER, who yelps and turns to point his own gun at the rebel soldier. Camera cuts to ETHAN scrabbling for his gun on the ground. Both of the other two SOLDIERS also whirl, but the SOLDIER ducks and the bullet meant for their head hits the OFFICER instead. The two remaining soldiers raise their guns and prepare to shoot; the SOLDIER covers their head and prepares for death-

There’s a loud crack; or should I say, two loud cracks. The SOLDIERs crash to the ground.

The SOLDIER turns to see both ALICIA and ETHAN, standing with guns raised. There’s a pause.

ALICIA: Oh my God.

The SOLDIER turns back around to look at the three soldiers on the ground. Two are dead; with bullets to the head. The third, the OFFICER, is still alive, but dying, convulsing from the bullet to the stomach.

ALICIA (beginning to shake): Oh my God. Tears run from her eyes and she begins to cry. ETHAN hugs her.

ETHAN: Don’t look, Allie. Don’t- don’t look. But it sounds insincere; he’s still looking, and he’s crying too. (To the SOLDIER). Hey – Hey! Who are you.

The SOLDIER ignores him and kneels next to the OFFICER, gripping his hand.

OFFICER: ...Why?

SOLDIER: I’m sorry, I had to. A tear drips from those two-coloured eyes.

The OFFICER raises a laboured hand to pull off his balaclava and helmet. He is quite young; too young to die.

OFFICER: You didn’t... didn’t have to. N...Nobody does.

The SOLDIER shakes his head.

SOLDIER: You didn’t either. Their eyes drop down to a gold crucifix on a chain around the OFFICER’s neck. God will come for you.

The camera focuses on ETHAN and ALICIA. ALICIA is still in ETHAN’s arms, her face buried in his jacket, but ETHAN looks on with horror.

OFFICER: Am I... Am I going to Hell?

The SOLDIER shakes their head gently.

OFFICER (beginning to convulse): I... He cries. I didn’t want to be... to be evil.

SOLDIER (softly): You weren’t. You weren’t.

The OFFICER convulses.

OFFICER: I’m sorry...

SOLDIER: Shh, it’s okay, you were just following orders.

The OFFICER’s eyes turn to the sky as he convulses uncontrollably.

SOLDIER (singing): You are our Father, you live in heaven, we talk to you, father, you are good...

ETHAN (looking around at the destruction): We need to leave.

SOLDIER (Ignoring him and continuing to sing): You are our father, you live in heaven, we talk to you, father you are good.

ETHAN: Hey, did you hear me?! We need to leave. (To ALICIA). Come on, let’s go. She shakes her head and refuses to move. The SOLDIER continues to sing indistinctly.

ALICIA: Oh God. Oh God. We killed them. We killed them, Ethan.

ETHAN: Come on, we have to get out of here.

ALICIA: I didn’t mean to; they were going to shoot us-

ETHAN: We had no choice, it’s- He swallows hard. It’s okay.

The SOLDIER stops singing abruptly, and stands up.

SOLDIER (gesturing to ALICIA): Is she okay?

ETHAN (nodding): She’s not hurt, but... He trails off and looks down at ALICIA. She’s... fragile.

The SOLDIER nods.

SOLDIER: Not to be insensitive, but we need to move them. They gestures to the fallen SOLDIERS.

ETHAN: Who- Who are you?

SOLDIER: Nobody that you know. They lift the OFFICER up in their arms. There’s a bedroom just in there; we can put them on the bed. It won’t... They scrunch up their face like they’re about to cry. It won’t hide them but it might- it might stop the flies.

Scene 39

The Soldier puts the last body on the bed, and pulls the sheet over their faces. They stand there in silent tribute for a moment, and then leaves, pulling the door gently shut behind him.

Scene 40

The Soldier ushers ETHAN and a distraught ALICIA across the lawn.

SOLDIER: You guys got a car? ETHAN shakes his head. S***. We’ll have to take theirs. They gesture back at the house, and then to the waiting Jeep. Get Alicia in there, I’ll be there in a sec.

ETHAN hurries ALICIA off and the SOLDIER turns to face the house. They pull off their helmet and balaclava to reveal-

It is ARI, still in the SOLDIER’s form. She salutes at the house, a few tears running down her face, and then turns and follows the siblings to the car, climbing into the driver’s seat. The car speeds off.

ETHAN has made sure ALICIA is safe in the back of the car, and now the full reality of what has happened has hit him. He begins to sob uncontrollably.

The camera focuses on the window, through which we can see the white sheet, blank and dimpled by the contours of the SOLDIER’s bodies. And we cut to black.

Scene 41

A second team of SOLDIERS is nearing the abandoned house. It is now morning; the sun’s first rays are just peeking over the trees.

A WOMAN (middle aged, but still fit) is leading the team. She isn’t wearing a helmet, so we can clearly see her face. She motions the squad forward, and they all walk single-file into the house.

Scene 42

The moment they are inside the house, the squad spreads out. The WOMAN leading the squad sees the door to the bedroom hanging slightly open. She walks towards it, her gun raised.

Scene 43

The WOMAN walks slowly walks through the door; upon seeing the sheet, she pales, and runs towards it. She pulls back the sheet to reveal the OFFICER.

They look almost exactly the same; he is a younger, male version of her.

The WOMAN screams, and collapses to the ground. The rest of the SOLDIERS come running in, but there is nothing that threatens her; only her terrible grief.

She begins to sing, and it is a sound of pure misery. A song of mourning.

Scene 44

The song continues as non-diegetic sound as the camera cuts to ALICIA and ETHAN sobbing in the back of the car, and the silent tears on SOLDIER/ARI’s face as well. But she continues to drive, and the car’s headlights cut through the morning like a knife.

Scene 45

SOLDIER/ARI is crouched next to the Jeep, pulling off its license plates. ALICIA and ETHAN are seated some distance away, quietly talking.

SOLDIER/ARI: Got that petrol? ETHAN holds up a gas bottle. Bring that crap over here, let’s light it up. She holds up a match and grins wickedly, but then sobers, a little too fast.

ETHAN nods, and pours the gas all over the car. SOLDIER/ARI chucks a match on it, and they all stand there, watching it burn.

ALICIA: Who... who were they? Those soldiers?

SOLDIER/ARI walks over to her and offers her a hand. ALICIA accepts it and stands up. SOLDIER/ARI immediately drops her hand.

SOLDIER/ARI: Let’s go find a waffle house or something. I’ll explain everything in there.

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TTS: In Liam’s Eyes - NY (Part 2)

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PAIRINGS: Riley (MC) x OC, Riley (MC) x Liam, Liam x Riley (MC) x OC, Olivia x Drake, Bertrand x Savannah, Maxwell x OC

SUMMARY: Liam sees Andy for the first time since she left Cordonia.

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6/24/18 - Ok guys, this is part 2/3 of Liam’s perspective while in New York. Remember, dialogue will be the same, I’ve just included Liam’s thoughts.

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In Liam’s Eyes - NY - Part 2/3

The next day, Bertrand, Maxwell, Drake and Liam were huddled in front of her apartment door awaiting Riley’s return home from the hospital. Maxwell had assured them repeatedly that she was looking forward to seeing all of them. He also reminded them that she looked a little beat up considering everything she had been through. He also warned them that her facial injuries hadn’t healed yet and she was still a bit banged up from her tumble down the stairs. Liam was beginning to worry about how he would react when he first saw her. Just listening to Maxwell describe her injuries caused him to become overcome with emotion. How would he react when he actually saw her in person?

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Drake asked skeptically. “I mean, I know you said she’s okay and everything, but maybe we should have given her another day to rest before springing the idea of dinner on her.”

“Of course this is a good idea,” Maxwell looked at Drake with confusion. “Why wouldn’t it be? Little Blossom is coming home today, Drake. Of course she’d want to see all of us. Just think about the look on her face when she sees all of us here together,” he beamed with excitement.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered. “You mean that look?” Drake said, motioning down the hallway. “She looks real excited, Maxwell,” Drake said sarcastically.

Liam turned toward the elevators and saw that Riley had a startled look on her face. It wasn’t a look surprise, more like a look of absolute fear. He sighed. That didn’t bode well. Why on earth had they listened to Maxwell? The three girls were ambling awkwardly down the hallway toward the apartment they were standing in front of. He heard Andy shriek angrily, and he immediately closed his eyes in worry. They hadn’t been expecting them. He shook his head as he listened to Maxwell and Andy began to bicker back and forth. There was another young woman with them, and he assumed that was Alicia, the woman he had heard so much about. He smiled at her softly. He owed her so much for taking care of Riley through all of this. She was doing a job that he should have been doing.

A pang of guilt shot through him once more as he started to realize the severity of his injuries. Maxwell hadn’t glossed over anything, but hearing about it and seeing it were two separate things. Seeing the injuries caused him to choke up a bit. She looked so broken. The cast on her leg and the bruises on her face stunned him. Despite all the warnings Maxwell had given him, nothing could prepare him for the sight he saw before him. His carefree, happy Riley looked so forlorn. She looked so different than she had in Cordonia when he last saw her. She was much thinner with dark bruises around her eye and a large gash by her forehead. She looked gaunt, and frail. Her coloring didn’t look well either. She was far too pale. What had happened to his love? He’d never seen her look so sick in his life.

“Hey,” she murmured. She seemed uncomfortable, a bit embarrassed even.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. “Hey,” he said softly. He took a few steps forward, savoring every moment he could with her. He had gone two years without her previously, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about her every single day. As awful as those two years were, the last two months were hell without her. Seeing her, so frail, so weak in front of him now . . . it broke his heart.

“Soooo, shall we take this party inside?” she said. “I’m fairly certain my neighbors are all looking through their peepholes waiting for some excitement. This is New York after all,” she chuckled and Liam’s heart thumped wildly in his chest. He’d missed the sound of her laugh these last few months.

He watched as Andy and Riley struggled to find the keys to the apartment, and wondered if she were extra nervous because he was here. Maybe he should have called her first. Perhaps, she hadn’t wanted to see him at all. She hadn’t really acknowledged him directly. His mind was spinning with all sorts of what if scenarios, and it was making him lose his cool.

“So . . . I guess introductions are in order,” she looked to the men. “Guys, this is Alicia, she’s a good friend and my assistant,” she motioned to the blonde woman. Liam had already figured out who she was. Riley had a close circle of friends, and she had spoken about her a lot during her time in Cordonia. “Alicia, these are my friends from Europe . . . Bertrand over there is wearing the ever-present scowl, Drake is next to him, Maxwell is Andy’s boyfriend, and . . .” she trailed off, her eyes meeting his once again. “That’s Liam,” she said softly. His heart fluttered as their eyes met once again, before she broke the gaze. He hadn’t been paying any attention to Alicia. His mind was focused entirely on Riley.

“So, what’s new?” She asked, and Liam could tell immediately how uncomfortable she was with all of them being there. He should have insisted they give her more time to settle in, especially having just been released from the hospital. He had let his own eagerness to see her again cloud his judgment, and now, things were going to be incredibly awkward. The tension in the air was palpable.

“We’re sorry for the intrusion,” he started to speak. The last thing he wanted was to make her any more uncomfortable. He wanted to diffuse the situation as quickly as possible.

“I’m not,” he heard Drake cut him off. “Forget proper etiquette, I had a hard enough time staying away from the hospital,” he said gruffly. “We’ve been worried sick about you, Lawson. Couldn’t just stay back and wonder what the hell was going on with you,” he said honestly.

Liam nodded slightly. Drake had said everything he had been thinking, albeit, in a much more aggressive way than he would have phrased it, but he took the words right out of his mouth.

“I know . . . I know things look really bad right now, but things are going to get better,” she started. “I’ve been working a lot, and I haven’t been getting much sleep. Plus my diet was just awful. I’m turning over a new leaf,” she said optimistically.

Liam couldn’t help it, but he felt she was keeping something from them. Surely a poor diet and lack of sleep couldn’t cause as much trouble as she’s gone through. Not to wind up in the hospital. He wasn’t a physician, of course, but he imagined that there would have to be some sort of underlying condition to complicate things.

“Lady Riley . . .”

Liam turned toward Bertrand who had a grim look on his face. Bertrand hadn’t particularly been fond of Riley staying in New York with everything going on. He’d mentioned several times on the plane ride over that he had hopes of convincing her to return to Cordonia with them until she was well enough to take care of herself again. He’d even mentioned it last night when Maxwell had come back from the hospital. Liam knew better than to suggest anything of the sort to her. Despite wanting her to come back with him, he knew she’d never agree to it. She was fiercely independent and prided herself on taking care of herself on her own. She hated asking for help, even when it was clear she desperately needed it.

“I’m pleased to see you up and about,” Bertrand said. “I second Drake’s sentiments about being quite worried about you, which is why we’re here,” his eyes scanned warily over her apartment.

“Thank you. All of you, but really, I’m okay,” she started to say once again.

“But – “

“No buts,” she said sharply. “You came here to check on me; you came for a visit, so let’s visit. No more talk about the accident or afterwards. I’m fine. The hospital discharged me. I know what I need to do to get better, so let’s just drop it okay? And for God’s sake, stop looking around at each other like I’ve gone crazy,” she sighed.

Liam knew they were moments away from an angry outburst, so he did his best to keep quiet. There was so much he wanted to say to her. So much to ask her, but he held it all in. Now wasn’t the time. She was clearly upset, and he didn’t want to get into things in front of everyone anyway. He didn’t want to anger her any further. Bertrand and Drake had already struck a nerve, and he wouldn’t be joining them in the doghouse.

“So . . . Who wants Chinese?” Maxwell asked breaking through the awkwardness.

“I could do Chinese,” Andy agreed.

Liam nodded. He was game for anything as long as it meant he’d get to stay here with Riley. As they waited for the food to arrive, they engaged in idle chit chat. Liam only half-listened to the conversations going on around him. His eyes were intently focused on Riley. He’d missed her so much over the last two months. He couldn’t believe how he had allowed his jealousy to get in the way of their relationship. He’d been so foolish. All the time he wasted being angry and jealous could have been spent together with her. Maybe she wouldn’t have ended up in this mess. Maybe he would have been there to prevent any of this from happening in the first place.

When the food arrived and they all hovered around Riley’s tiny dining table, he couldn’t help but study how she picked at her food. Chinese probably wasn’t the best food choice for someone who had just been released from the hospital. Something blander probably would have been better for her, especially if she had been dehydrated and vomiting. She was barely eating, and she looked utterly exhausted. She still didn’t look well, and all he had wanted to do was wrap her in his arms and carry her away from all of her troubles.

He wanted to ask her about the hospitalization. Ask her what the doctors had said. Suggest that a second opinion might be in order. He wanted to offer here the services of his own private physician back in Cordonia, but he couldn’t bring himself to say any of it because he was so worried that he’d say the wrong thing and lose her for good – if he hadn’t already.

Suddenly, she got up off the table, and clumsily ambled to the bathroom with her crutches. Everyone was asking her if she needed help and if she was okay. It was a flurry of activity as she waved them off and stumbled into the bathroom. Shortly after she closed the door, they heard the sounds of her dry heaving into the toilet. His eyes looked to the others in confusion, but he was met with equally confused looks, all except Andy and Alicia.

“What’s the matter?” Liam asked in concern, standing up off the table as if to go check on her.

“Her stomach has been a little upset,” Andy said softly, motioning for him to sit down. “She’ll be fine in a moment,” she assured him.

“Is it from the accident?” Drake asked worriedly.

“No,” Andy said quickly. “It should get better soon,” she added.

“Jesus,” Drake mumbled. “It sounds like she’s dying,” he said as the heaving continued.

Liam’s eyes widened as the heaves became louder and longer. It did sound like she was dying, and he stood up again.

“Liam, I promise. She’s okay,” Andy said calmly. Liam eyed Andy and Maxwell as they exchanged a glance at one another.. They both seemed to know more than they were letting on, and Liam wondered if Riley was keeping a more serious illness from them.

He was relieved to see her return to the table, but she wasn’t the same Riley from earlier. She returned even more exhausted than before, and a lot paler. She looked as if she wanted to cry. She tried to smile, but it came across forced, pained even. She was trying to be strong for their benefit. He could see how miserable she was, and he wanted to just take all of her worries away.

“Sorry,” she murmured when she returned to the table. He watched as she pushed her plate away with a look of disappointment on her face. It was clear that she wanted to eat . . . she just couldn’t.

“Is that normal?” Drake asked.

“I’m fine,” she waved off their concern. “I’m okay now,” she murmured quietly.

“So, have you thought about what’s going to happen after Andy comes back?” Drake asked.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“How you’re going to get around and work and do everything else,” he motioned around the apartment.

Drake made a valid point. Liam had been studying her throughout the night, and she wasn’t steady on her feet. And she couldn’t possibly expect to work with a broken leg. She needed rest and proper care, none of which she could get here in New York by herself.

“Well, I have Alicia, and really, I only have to stay off my leg for around four to five weeks. I’ve almost got one week down,” she shrugged. “I’ll manage.”

Bertrand bristled angrily as he slammed his plastic utensils down in front of him. Liam knew he had been holding in a lot of his worries and concerns related to Riley’s accident, and it seemed that he could no longer bite his tongue. “Am I the only one thinking it?” he said angrily.

Of course, he wasn’t. Liam’s mind was racing with all sorts of thoughts throughout dinner. He knew this was serious. He knew that more needed to be done, but he didn’t want to swoop in and take control of the situation when that was clearly not what she wanted. Things were awkward and tense enough as is.

“A woman in your condition shouldn’t be by herself,” he shook his head in admonishment.

“I’m sorry?” she asked. “What do you mean?”

“You have severe facial injuries and a broken leg. Lady Andy will be returning with Maxwell to Cordonia, at which time, you will be left with your assistant who is single-handedly keeping your meager source of income afloat. This apartment is a closet. You will hardly be able to maneuver by yourself in such a limited amount of space. This is another disaster waiting to happen, which will force us to fly down here again to assist you. So really, you’d be doing everyone a great service by simply ending this façade of being an independent woman who can ‘manage.’”

Bertrand was right. She as doing an excellent job of keeping herself together for their sake, but Liam knew Riley well enough to know that she was falling apart inside. He desperately wanted to piece her back together, but he just didn’t know how.

“Guys, I’m done talking about things, okay? I’m fine. I’m better than fine, okay? Eventually the bruises and gashes will heal, and I’ll look like me again. But for now, just stop the coddling,” she sighed. “You came here to eat, so let’s eat,” she sighed in exasperation. “I don’t want to talk about going back to Cordonia. Got it?”

Liam looked at her sadly. This wasn’t the life he wanted for her. She should be back in Cordonia by his side. None of the others pressed the issue any further, and the rest of dinner had been fairly quiet with little to no talking whatsoever. Perhaps it was better that way. It would give her a chance to cool down, and maybe, just maybe he’d have a chance to talk to her alone later.

“Who wants to go for some ice cream?” Andy asked the group. “I think ice cream makes everything better, and it’ll be nice to get out of here for a while,” she suggested.

“I’m game!” Alicia said cheerily.

“I think I’ll pass,” Riley murmured. She looked as if she were ready for bed, but Liam didn’t want to miss out on this opportunity. If she were going to be by herself, it would be the perfect time to talk to her. To tell her how sorry he was for everything he said and did. Maybe it would make things right again, and they could pick things up where they left off. “I’m really glad I got to spend time with everyone,” she said honestly. “Sorry . . . for getting so upset. There’s just so much going on . . . Thank you . . . for being so worried about me, for coming all this way.”

Liam waited patiently as the others said their goodbyes. He had hoped they wouldn’t linger too long. He wanted her to get some rest, but he also wanted to be sure that he had ample enough time to talk to her.

“Liam, are you coming?” Maxwell asked, his eyes drifting between Riley and Liam when he noticed that Liam hadn’t moved from his seat on the couch. Liam snapped out of his daze realizing that it was just he and Maxwell left back in the apartment with Riley.

He cleared his throat, and stretched his arms over his head. “Actually, I think I may just go back to the hotel. Thank you for the lovely invitation, but I’m afraid I’m still a bit jetlagged and I really should check in with Bastien on affairs back home,” he politely explained, still not making any movement to stand up or show any indication of leaving.

Maxwell shot him a look of understanding. “And you can make it back to the hotel by yourself?” he asked. “It took us a while to find their apartment” he began to say. He noticed Maxwell shoot Riley a quick glance as well.

“I’m sure I’ll figure it out, Maxwell,” he responded a bit impatiently. His eyes darted back toward Riley momentarily. “Please don’t let me hold you back from enjoying the rest of your evening.”

Drake popped his head back into the apartment, his eyes meeting Liam’s. Liam shot Drake a quick shake of his head, letting him know that he wouldn’t be joining them. Drake turned his attention to Maxwell. Liam had hoped he had gotten the hint that he wanted to be left alone with Riley so that they could have a chance to talk.

“Are we going or not Maxwell?”

“Right then,” he nodded, shooting a look at Riley. “I’ll see you both later,” he nodded. “Call us if you need us,” he added as he closed the door behind him.

He wanted to reach out to her, pull her in his arms and tell her that he loved her. Let her know that all he wanted to do was take care of her. He wanted to beg her to come back with him, to start over. To share his life and love with her. He stood up, letting his eyes scan over her. God, she was so beautiful. Even though she was ill, there was still such a quiet beauty about her that he just couldn’t get enough of. He didn’t want to scare her off, so he waited until she was comfortable enough to say something. Anything. He hoped she wouldn’t kick him out. It would kill him if she asked him to leave.

“Liam . . .,” she trailed off. “Did you really have work to do? Back at your hotel?” She asked.

He shook his head nervously, running his hand over the tense muscles at the back of his neck. “No,” he said quietly. “I was just hoping to steal a few moments with you. I believe there’s quite a bit to talk about,” he licked his lips nervously.

He wouldn’t force her to talk to him, but if she was willing, he’d tell her everything he should have told her two months ago.

“I suppose we do,” she whispered.

“I don’t think I’ve said it tonight, but I’m so happy you’re okay,” he said softly.

“Thank you,” she said quietly.

There was a silence between them that he absolutely hated. It was so awkward and tense. When they were in Cordonia, they spoke about everything and anything. It had been so easy. He remembered how wonderful it had felt to lay in bed whispering to one another and their hopes and dreams, how in between conversations, they’d sneak soft kisses and gentle touches in.

“I know things are hard right now, Riley. I don’t want to complicate things or upset you in any way . . .” he trailed off. “That wasn’t my intention in coming here.” He paused, trying to ensure he hadn’t upset her. He wanted this conversation to start off on the right foot. He needed her to know that he was worried about her, but didn’t want her to be angry with him.

“Yes, well, I didn’t expect to see you here . . . considering how things were left between us,” she said honestly.

He flinched at her mention about what had happened. He wanted to be honest, and tell her that he wasn’t originally going to come, but he didn’t. Why make things more uncomfortable than they already were? “I need to apologize for that,” he began, reaching for her hands, but she pulled away from him.

“Don’t,” she muttered.

His heart broke. She couldn’t even bear to have him touch her. Clearly, she was a lot angrier than he had anticipated. He had hoped that by coming here, she’d see how much she meant to him, but he realized then that he had gone too far this time. He started to lose hope that things could be repaired. After everything he had put her through, she had finally had enough. He tried to hide the hurt, but an unhappy frown still sat on his face. “I wasn’t thinking when we last saw one another,” he admitted.

“That’s an understatement.” She spat out. “Liam, you told me to leave. You spent all our time together fighting for me to stay, and then you tell me to get out of your life over a stupid misunderstanding,” she yelled. “That was more than not thinking. That was downright cruel,” she said angrily.

Her words stung. Cruel. What a vile word. He hadn’t meant to be cruel. He was angry. And he was hurt, too. How did he know what to believe? She wanted so desperately to go back to New York, and he just assumed it was because she wanted to continue things with Paul. After all, he had flown all the way to Cordonia for her. They shared a relationship . . . why wouldn’t they?

“You have every right to be angry with me,” he said. “I should never have treated you that way. I’m so very sorry, Riley. I was jealous and angry, and it was wrong of me to take it out on you. When Bastien told me he saw you kiss him . . . a part of me died inside. I didn’t want to go through the heartache of losing you again. I had decided that if you still had feelings for Paul, I wouldn’t stop you.”

He wanted her to forgive him so badly. He knew then that he had made a mistake, but maybe he had waited too long to make amends. Maybe she didn’t care about an apology anymore. Maybe she didn’t want him anymore.

“I don’t have feelings for Paul. I didn’t then, and I don’t now,” she said firmly. “Is that what you thought was going on all this time? That I was back here playing house with Paul?”

She had a right to be angry, but her words stabbed at him like a knife. He could admit that’s what he thought was happening at first. He thought she went right back into Paul’s arms and they were having a good laugh at his expense. He saw the look in Paul’s eyes the day he came to the Beaumont Estate. He loved her. Liam would know, he was certain he had the same look in his own eyes when he looked at her.

“At first . . . maybe that crossed my mind,” he nodded. “Then when you got hurt . . . well of course, I found out that you were alone and struggling with things,” he said sadly.

“I’d never do that to you, Liam. As mad as I was, I would never hurt you in that way. God, if you had just given me an opportunity to explain what had actually happened, you’d know that he came onto me. Not the other way around,” she sighed. “What Bastien failed to mention was that I had to push him off of me and actually bite him to get him away from me,�� she said firmly. “It was not consensual in any way, shape or form.”

“I was wrong,” he said simply, he bowed his head down in shame. He should have trusted her. He should have had faith in her. Two years ago she had gone to Cordonia blindly, not knowing what to expect, but she had faith in him. She had faith in the fact that they could possibly have a life together. It was her faith and trust in him that made him fall in love with her, and he couldn’t even bother to repay her with the same faith and trust. He’d jumped the gun and destroyed their relationship in the process.

“Liam, I thought we were building something,” she said sadly. “When I saw that ring . . .”

The ring that was sitting on top of his dresser in the hotel room. He swallowed hard. He couldn’t let her think that it was over for him. He still wanted her. Wanted them. “We were,” he looked at her longingly. “I read the letter you left me.”

. “I was beginning to think you tossed it in the trash,” she shrugged lightly. “I guess it was my last ditch effort to tell you how I felt before I left. When I didn’t hear from you, I assumed you either didn’t want to look at it or you had read it and just didn’t care . . .” she sighed. “I meant every single word I wrote. I don’t regret anything that happened between us. I still don’t regret anything.”

His heart swelled, she had wanted him to contact her. That meant she still loved him, didn’t it? He had assumed she didn’t want to talk to him. He assumed a lot of things over the last two months, all of which were very wrong.

“I didn’t know about the letter until the night of your accident,” he said with a bit of regret. “Had I known . . . I didn’t read it until you were in the hospital for the second time,” he murmured. “I was foolish to let you leave. You’re right . . . life is hard . . . love is hard . . . but it’s not worth it unless you work for it. It’s not meant to be easy. I should have fought harder for you. I should have listened. I made a terrible mistake back in Cordonia, and when I found out about your accident and how sick you were . . . it made me realize how much I loved you. How much I’m still in love with you.”

There. He’d said it. He was still in love with her. She had to know how he felt about her. That was the whole purpose of tonight. He wanted to make sure she understood how much she meant to him.

“Liam, you don’t get to walk back in after you break someone’s heart and think that everything is fine again because you apologized. These sorts of things can’t just get swept under the rug,” she said firmly. “You hurt me far deeper than anything I’ve ever felt before.”

“Riley . . . there’s so much I want to say to you . . . I have so much to apologize for,” he said honestly.

“Yes, you do,” she narrowed her eyes at him. “I’ve gone through hell and back because of you, twice now,” she said honestly. “I can’t survive a third time,” she said frankly. “You don’t get to come here now . . . not just because I got hurt . . . not just because . . .” Why did she stop? He wanted to know what she was thinking. What could she possibly mean by that? Had the break up really hit her that hard? He was right to feel guilty. He had driven her to the state she was in. He destroyed her emotional state so terribly that it was beginning to affect her physically. That’s not what he wanted at all. If all of this was because of him, he’d do his damndest to fix it. “All of this . . . It’s because of me?”

“Indirectly,” she sighed.

He was confused. How could it possibly be because of him indirectly? He frowned. Something more was going on, and she wasn’t telling him the full story. He wanted answers. He was tired of the vague responses he received from Maxwell. He was tired of the side glances that Andy and Maxwell shared with one another. He wanted her to tell him the truth. “Riley, what’s really going on?”

“Don’t change the subject, Liam,” she sighed.

His frown deepened. He wasn’t changing the subject; he was finally addressing the elephant in the room. There was something more going on here, and he couldn’t help but feel she was keeping things from him. “I’m not trying to change the subject. It all ties in. You’re hiding something. Why are you vomiting?” He said angrily. “At dinner . . . when you left the table . . . it sounded as if you were about to pass out in there. I thought you’d end up with a return visit to the hospital. It’s worrisome. It wasn’t the first time,” he narrowed his eyes at her. “Maxwell mentioned you were throwing up before we left for New York. He was a bit worried about it. I am too, for that matter. “

“Liam . . . you’re right . . . ,”

He waited, silently, his eyes never leaving her.

“God, you know what, I’m just going to say it. There’s no easy way to tell you this . . .”

His heart was pounding inside of him. He was worried she was going to tell him she had some sort of disease or that she was terminally ill. She looked as if she was wrestling some major demons, and he couldn’t help but think about all of the possible medical conditions that she could have. “Riley. Whatever’s wrong, just say it. I can handle it,” he said firmly. He was teetering off the edge, and he needed for her to just say whatever it was because he was about to lose control.

“I-I’m pregnant,” she said softly.

At first, he thought he had misheard her, but as he saw the worry in her eyes, he knew he had heard her correctly. “What?” he gasped out, standing from the couch. “What did you just say?”

“I’m pregnant.” Her voice was louder, clearer this time.

He stared at her in silence. He slowly closed his eyes, his whole body tensing. He could feel his jaw clenching. Pregnant? Of all the things that had been running through his mind, pregnancy hadn’t even been on the list.

“Liam . . .” she began, needing to end the awkwardness she suddenly found herself in.

“How?” He asked bracing himself on the arm of her couch as he slowly sat back down. They’d been careful . . . hadn’t they? He paused, of course they hadn’t. He hadn’t used a condom. He mentally kicked himself for not taking the proper precautions. He started to pace her living room floor, his head hanging low. His mind was racing.

“Well . . . in the usual way,” she sighed. “We weren’t exactly careful,” she said.

He sighed heavily. “I honestly hadn’t even thought of protection,” he murmured. “Things just happened so fast . . . and it had been so long . . .” he looked at her intently. “I just assumed . . .” he trailed off. He thought she was on birth control. Weren’t most women her age on something? Then again, she hadn’t needed to be on anything. She told him she hadn’t had sex with Paul. She hadn’t had sex with anyone since him. Why would she be on something if she wasn’t sexually active. God, how could he have been so stupid? So reckless.

“Neither did I,” she said honestly. “I wasn’t being responsible. I was on the depo shot, but I guess I must have missed the last shot because well . . . here we are,” she trailed off. “This wasn’t anything I did on purpose,” she added.

He knew she didn’t do this on purpose. He hadn’t either. Has he known she wasn’t on anything, he would have used a condom or waited . . . or pulled out . . . or something, anything. A baby? God, this couldn’t be happening, not when their relationship was in shambles. My God, the pregnancy was what was making her so sick. It wasn’t the accident, it wasn’t some sort of incurable disease, it was their child growing inside of her that was causing her to be so ill. That’s what she had meant when she said he was indirectly responsible for her medical issues. He had gotten her pregnant.

“Everything that’s been happening to you . . . the hospitalizations, your fall?”

He watched as her hand ran over her stomach. She wasn’t even showing yet. Her stomach was so flat still. “All because of my little lima bean.”

He nervously squeezed his hands together. “Lima bean?” He asked, he could feel how dry his throat had become.

“It’s a sort of nickname I came up with. I have pictures, if you’d like to see them,” she suggested.

His mind was still running at a mile a minute. Pictures? Not right now. He needed to think. Looking at the pictures would distract him from figuring out what was going to happen. They were going to have a baby, and all sorts of arrangements would need to be made. How could this have happened? He was beginning to panic, and he couldn’t let her see how freaked out he was. What was the council going to think? The people? He’d been negligent, and now there was a baby on the way. His baby. With a woman he wasn’t married to. Good, respectable kings don’t allow this sort of thing to happen. How long before she was showing? Once the swell of her stomach grew, they wouldn’t be able to deny the fact that she was pregnant.

“I know this wasn’t the news you were expecting. I wasn’t expecting it either,” she shrugged. “But I’m not going to pretend to be sad or angry about this. I’m happy about this. This little lima bean inside of me is ours. I needed to tell you because you’re this baby’s father. You have a right to know, and you have a right to decide how you want to proceed from here,” she said nervously.

“How long have you known?” He asked. He wasn’t sure why he asked the question. It didn’t matter how long she had known. All that mattered now was how they were going to proceed from there.

“I found out the morning after my accident. Turns out, the lima bean was messing with my body a bit,” she explained. “I was a bit light-headed, feeling rundown. Before I knew it I was tumbling down the stairs because of that woozy feeling,” she explained. “I’m about nine weeks, maybe a little closer to ten.”

Ten weeks . . .just a little over two months pregnant. He imagined she’d be showing soon. Didn’t women usually begin to show around the second trimester? He knew nothing about pregnancy or babies. This was all so overwhelming. If she knew for nearly a week, why hadn’t she called him? She could have easily relayed a message to Maxwell and Maxwell would have been sure to talk to him. He could have flown down here much sooner. Perhaps prevent the second hospitalization from happening at all.

“Why didn’t you tell me the moment you found out? I’ve been worrying for days about you. Thinking that you had some sort of life-threatening disease,” he bristled.

“I didn’t know what to say,” she replied defensively. “You told me to leave, Liam. I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me again . . . let alone this baby. And now you’re here . . . I just . . . I didn’t know what to do.”

“Is that what you think of me?” She thought he would abandon his child? They had loved each other deeply once. Had she really thought that he was the type of man to abandon his responsibilities? Of course he wanted to be in his child’s life. He’d always wanted to be a father . . . he just never thought it would happen. He wouldn’t allow Madeline to be the mother of his children, and after the divorce, he had accepted the fact that he wouldn’t have an heir.

“I didn’t know what to think after what happened in your study. I had never seen you so cold . . . so . . . so devoid of any emotional connection. We made love, day after day. You proclaimed your love for me. You talked about marrying me, then bam . . . just like that, it was all gone, and once again you left me in a broken heap.”

He knew he had treated her coldly, but she didn’t realize that he was hurting too. Despite what Bastien saw not being true, the idea of her kissing Paul had devastated him. His heart was broken, too. She wasn’t alone in the heartache.

An awful thought hit his head, and he instantly felt a bit nauseated. What if he hadn’t flown down to check on her? Would she have told him about the pregnancy? Or would she have kept the baby hidden from him. She was so angry with him, he suspected that’s just what she had planned to do. The fear on her face when she first saw him in front of her apartment hadn’t been about seeing him after all that time. It was because she didn’t want him to find out about the baby. That had to be it. “If I hadn’t have come, would you have told me?” He asked loudly.

“Lower your voice,” she scolded. “I have neighbors,” she sighed.

He could care less about her neighbors. He needed her to answer him. He needed to know the truth. Would she have kept their child a secret from him? Would she have deprived him of his right to be a father? “Answer the question, Riley. Would you have told me?”

“Y-yes, eventually.” she stuttered. “Look . . . you’re upset . . . I get it. I’ve been there,” she said honestly. “But you need to figure out what kind of role you want to play in this baby’s life. I don’t expect anything of you.”

He snorted, a displeased look crossing his face. She didn’t expect anything of him? Did she really think that he wouldn’t take responsibility for their child? That he would force her to do all of this on her own? She obviously knew nothing about him. After all the time they spent together, all the love they shared . . .she didn’t know what kind of man he truly was. It devastated him to that she thought so poorly of him.

“I don’t know what to say here, Liam. I feel like everything I’m saying to you is wrong,” she shrugged.

He sighed heavily, running both of his hands through his hair. His life had changed as soon as the words had left her lips. His life was no longer his own. He had a child to think about, and he would be a part of that child’s life, even if Riley didn’t want him. He’d make sure that his child would be taken care of.

“So . . . um, I have my first appointment tomorrow, if you’d like to come,” she suggested. “They’ll probably do an ultrasound . . . maybe hear the baby’s heartbeat. Talk about what to expect . . .” she trailed off.

“I don’t know how to feel about this,” he said honestly. “I’m not saying this to hurt you, but I just . . . there’s so much going through my head right now.” Like how they were going to raise this child on two separate continents. He’d be a part-time father. That was the reality of this situation. He’d never get to see his child, and when he did, he’d be a complete stranger. He’d miss his or her first smile, first steps, first day of school, birthday parties, graduation . . . he wouldn’t be a permanent figure in his child’s life, because Riley wouldn’t want to leave New York. She hadn’t wanted to leave because of her business, now with a child on the way, he knew she’d want to leave even less now. He felt so sick. He didn’t know what to say or do. “Give me a chance to catch up, Riley. I’m still trying to wrap my head around all of this. It’s a lot to take in,” he said honestly.

She nodded, “Liam, I don’t want to hold you hostage over this pregnancy,” she said firmly. “I am prepared to do this on my own. Here,” she murmured quietly. “My appointment is at ten o’clock tomorrow morning. The address is on this card. If you want to be a part of the baby’s life, you can come,” she said simply. “I don’t have time to go back and forth with you about this, Liam. I need stability. The baby will need stability. I need to be able to plan for my future, and his,” she said resolutely.

The baby will need stability. Her words echoed inside of his head. He knew that. He wanted that for his child, but for him, stability meant he and Riley getting married, moving to Cordonia, and sharing their lives together. Riley had an entirely different idea of what stability meant. She wanted to stay in New York, with or without his support. She had made that clear. There was so much to consider. How would he bring this to the council? The monarch was stable, but something like this could cause its stability to waiver, and their enemies could use this as an opportunity to strike against them. He felt so torn. On one hand, he wanted to swoop her up in his arms and tell her that everything would be okay. That they’d figure things out, but he knew that wasn’t the truth. This pregnancy complicated things. Astronomically. In more ways than one. He felt a wave of emotion run over him. He knew if he didn’t keep it together, he’d start to cry.

“Like I said, Liam. I can do this alone. If this is too much for you . . . or you just aren’t ready to be a father . . . I won’t force you.”

He sighed, taking the card from her hand. “Just give me a chance to think, Riley,” he murmured as he stood up. “I just . . . this is a lot. A baby,” he said hoarsely. His baby. “I should get back to the hotel. Think about things . . . what this means for me . . . for the monarchy,” he said gruffly.

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He knew better than to bring the monarchy up to her. It had been a sore spot in their relationship since the first social season. He should have kept that part to himself.

“Okay, Liam. You do what you need to do to ensure that your precious Cordonia isn’t too scandalized by this pregnancy,” she said angrily. “Just leave. You should remember what those words mean right? Now, I’m returning the favor. Get out.”

“Riley,” he said firmly. He wanted to explain that he hadn’t meant anything by it. Why couldn’t she understand that he was still trying to process the idea of being a father. He wasn’t expecting any of this to happen. He needed time to figure things out. He needed time to think. He needed time to breathe.

“Just go,” she snapped.

He looked at her a final time, clutching the business card in his hand. “Fine,” he muttered before leaving the apartment. If she wanted him gone, he’d leave, but this wasn’t the end of this discussion. Once he had time to think, they would need to talk again. He wasn’t going to allow her to dictate how involved he was going to be with their child. Whether she liked it or not, they were going to figure out how to get through this together.

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Overheard: “I’m a woc myself and I don’t like the way Iris is written.”

I try not to jump onto hater posts these days, because with a 21 month old child running around the place, I just don’t get that kind of time anymore, plus with Trump and Team Evil dominating every hour of the news cycle, Tumblr is supposed to be somewhat of a reprieve. Or at least it was until I came across this interesting post by @series24-7

This person wrote:

“I’m a woc myself and I don’t like the way Iris is written. I feel like it’s really forced to make her seem like miss perfection, she isn’t perfect nobody is perfect so why would she be?”

Being a WOC doesn’t exempt you from engaging in problematic behavior. I know plenty of (non-black) WOCs who hate Iris because she’s black. A lot of these same (non-black)WOCs hated Bonnie Bennett from The Vampire Diaries. A lot of these WOC have internalized racism aimed at black women, and feel that whiteness is the holy grail. I’m not mad about it, I just know it’s a real thing that exists. A lot of these WOCs are also in denial about their own racism, and their not-so-secret love of whiteness.

I can look at all that, and whistle past it, but what you will not do, is come on here and make shit up about Iris West or make blatantly incorrect statements, and treat them as if they are facts, rather than your biased opinion.

OP writes:

“I feel like it’s really forced to make her seem like miss perfection, she isn’t perfect nobody is perfect so why would she be?”

It’s interesting to me that the OP thinks that Iris is written perfectly, and this is one of the reasons she hates her. As far as I can tell, this person seems to have mistaken Iris’ humanity and innate goodness, for perfection, and she hates it. If the OP had said that she hates that the writers always have Iris being super-humanly selfless all the time, even to her own detriment, I would totally agree, I’m not here for the magical negress treatment, (because if it was me, there is no way that I’d be inviting the woman and her alter ego who tried to help murder me just six months ago, to be my maid of honor) but she specifically used the term “perfect”, and her hatred of that perfection.

Here, the term “perfect” isn’t being being reviewed from a literary or artistic perspective (and don’t be fooled, just because OP used the word “written”, doesn’t mean that her critique was literary or artistic in nature) the resentful manner in which the OP talked about Iris’ perfection, suggests that there’s something else going on here. It suggests that there’s a tinge of jealousy getting in the way of OP’s ability to see the truth. Jealousy of what, I hear you ask? Well, just spend 30 seconds scrolling her/his Tumblr, and the answer might come to you very quickly.

Anyway, OP continues:

“At the beginning of the she was “the leader” of team flash. I feel like it should have been Cisco, he was there from the begin so why should Iris take it over?”

I find this soooo interesting. I’m assuming that the OP is young and has never worked in an organisation before?

Just a quick lesson for the young and uninitiated; Leadership isn’t about who’s been there the longest. In most cases, leaders are chosen by other leaders. However, sometimes leaders emerge, because nobody else wants the job, and sometimes they emerge, because they have what it takes to get the job done, and they are good at delegating tasks effectively and to the benefit of that organisation. Sometimes leaders are brought in from the outside, because they are better than the people currently on the inside.

Also, being an expert in a particular field doesn’t make you a leader. For examples of captains of industry who take over companies and organisations, who dabble in fields that they’re unfamiliar with, Google is your friend.

I think at times, people conflate being an expert in your field, with being a great leader. That’s simply not true. Take sports for example, being an excellent ball player is not the same as being an excellent coach. There are different skill-sets required for each role.

We currently have a president who was allegedly a very successful business man, but he’d never served as a politician. We see the results of that experiment right?

The problem with the OP suggesting that Cisco should have been the leader is that we’ve seen over and over again that Cisco is a doer, he wants to be lead, not to lead. This was made especially clear during the episode 3x19 last season. The Once and Future Flash.

When Barry traveled back to a world where there was no Iris, everything had gone to crap. Who stepped up? Joe? Nope. HR? Big nope. Future Barry? HUGE nope. Cisco? Nope.

Cisco just wanted his friend back. He hadn’t taken control of the situation at all. It had been seven years or so since Iris’ death and everybody was still wallowing, including Cisco himself. Compare and contrast that with six months after Barry went into the Speedforce. Team Flash were operational and they were effective, if a little slower. Iris made that happen, not Cisco, not Joe, not Wally. Iris kept them together for the greater good, even while repressing her own feelings of sorrow and abandonment. That’s what a real leader looks like, that’s what a leader does.

OP also wrote

“Just because she’s with Barry? Sorry but I don’t think so. Even if they didn’t want it to be Cisco and it should have been Iris than they didn’t have to make her trying to be a perfect leader or let her being so bossy about every little thing.”

Oh God. The rampant sexism that underlines this comment is mind-blowing. So Iris only took a leadership role because she was Barry’s girlfriend? Also, note the pejorative use of the word “bossy”. Women have been talking about how strong men in leadership positions are called bold and assertive, whereas strong women are called “bossy” and “bitchy”.

Congratulations, you fell for the bullshit, promoted by the patriarchy. Go you.

OP goes on:

“Before the wedding I don’t know exactly which eps it is but Iris asked Caitlin to be her maid of honor which is weird. Caitlin and Iris are just acquaintances why would you ask someone who you barely know anything about to be your maid of honor? It felt forced for the storyline to have Caitlin as her maid of honor.”

I’m not sure what this had to do with the rest of her post, but here’s the thing, the OP is right. However it was something that the writers should have addressed in season one. You can’t have the two main women on the show never interacting. It never made any sense. So what we got instead was a short, sharp scene addressing the elephant in the rooms. Was it perfect? No. Did I hate it? Yes (see the whole ‘your alter-ego tried to murder me’ thing). Was it necessary? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Iris holding out the hand of friendship to a troubled Caitlin isn’t a reason to hate her. In fact, if it wasn’t for the OP’s obvious shipper-based bias, she would have welcomed this status quo. The depiction of healthy female friendships are important in the Arrowverse.

The OP also wrote:

“Over to Westallen, I don’t like them together because their relationship is just toxic.”

I don’t think this person actually knows what toxic actually means. I think it’s a term that they’ve heard over and over again, without ever really considering its real meaning. Let me provide the Merriam-Webster dictionary definition for them to mull over:

Definition of toxic

1: containing or being poisonous material especially when capable of causing death or serious debilitation

toxic waste a toxic radioactive gas an insecticide highly toxic to birds toxic sarcasm

2: exhibiting symptoms of infection or toxicosis

3: extremely harsh, malicious, or harmful

4: relating to or being an asset that has lost so much value that it cannot be sold on the market

Cambridge dictionary’s informal definition of toxic is this:

Informal “very unpleasant or unacceptable”

informal “causing you a lot of harm and unhappiness over a long period of time:”

If the Cambridge definition is what the OP is going by, then I need receipts that don’t include Barry taking way too long to declare his love to Iris (because that shit was on him). I need receipts that prove that Iris has caused Barry “harm and unhappiness” over a long period of time. I need proof beyond the OP’s own obvious bias that Iris is “very unpleasant or unacceptable.”

She/he continues:

“Barry asked her out a couple of times, but she turned him down.”

As far as I can recall, prior to Iris getting together with Eddie, Barry had never declared his feelings to Iris. He then tried declaring his love when she was dating Eddie, like wtf dude? And when she did finally declare her feelings to Barry, he accidentally changed the timeline, and erased all the things that made Iris realize that she was in love with him, not Eddie, but I guess people only see what they want to see.

OP continues:

I felt like when she knew he was the flash that she started to think of the idea of them being together, because in a way she liked the flash. Until Barry had changed the timeline she didn’t see him as someone she could spend her life with.

This sounds eerily like the typical Snowbarry go-to reason for why West Allen shouldn’t be together.

Anyway, for those who watch without the haze of their Snowbarry dreams getting in the way of facts, this is what Iris said to Barry before she knew he was The Flash, and before Barry changed the timeline the first time:

Barry: Iris, you need to get as far away from here as possible!”

Iris: “I’m not leaving you!”

Barry: “Iris please!”

Iris: “Listen to me, ever since the night that you told me how you felt, I have not been able to stop thinking about you. At first, I was really mad, and then I realized that the reason that I couldn't stop thinking about you was because I didn't want to.”

Barry: I've never stopped thinking about you.”

Then they kiss.

Basically Iris had already come to the conclusion that she had deeper feelings for Barry, before she knew he was The Flash. His confession forced her to acknowledge that her feelings weren’t entirely non-romantic, and their desperate situation towards the end of 1x15 made her realize that life was short, and she needed Barry to know that she felt the same as he did. But, yeah, go ahead and pretend that Iris was all about The Flash, and only got with Barry because he was The Flash.

Now this one by the OP is a doozy, and the subject matter had many a fanboy triggered;

Than going on when she said that to Barry that they’re the flash, my first thought was no just no. She may be a part of team flash and together with the flash but it doesn’t make her the flash. She may have been taking care of the team while Barry was in the speed force but that doesn’t mean that she’s a part of the flash. Barry is the flash nobody else, she’s just a part of team flash. It’s not like she’s a speedster, just like Barry.

The reaction to Iris saying that her and Barry were The Flash was an interesting one to say the least. The people who understood what she was saying, were the people who A, liked Iris enough to look past the literal meaning of her words, and B, the people who were in, or had previously been in long-term meaningful relationships.

The people who didn’t understand were the people who, A, had an irrational hatred for Iris, and would never ever try to see anything from her perspective, or even God forbid read between the lines (and this one was oh-so-easy), the other group were those who’d never had long term meaningful relationships before. Either way, I think that judging from her comments, the OP probably falls into both categories

Personally, I understood what Iris was saying because I’m not an imbecile. I understand what metaphors are.

OP writes:

My point is you can’t say people hate Iris because she’s a woc or anything

I don’t know what’s in the OP’s heart because I can’t read minds, however what I do know is that there are obvious examples of fans hating on Iris and Candice, purely because she’s a black woman. The best example can be found in the abuse that Candice received when it was announced that Iris West was going to be played by a black woman. Other examples can be found on Candice’s Instagram page, where she’s been called “Ugly monkey”, etc.

Also, just because somebody is unaware of their bias, prejudice, or racism, doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist. They just refuse to acknowledge it as such, and they come up with all kinds of excuses to defend their hatred. Even when none of those reasons make any sense at all. Including when the writers finally give Iris enough agency to voice her heartbreak over Barry leaving her to go into the Speedforce.

The more enlightened among us know that just because you understand why somebody leaves you, that doesn’t mean that it’s not going to hurt you. I’ve witnessed people being mad at loved ones because they died, as if it was their choice. Heartbreak isn’t always rational, and quite frankly, I don’t get the people who don’t understand this basic human foible.

So to clarify, the OP is a WOC, which means that she couldn’t possibly be racist, and these are the reasons why she hates Iris and West Allen:

Because Iris has been written to be Miss Perfect who strives to be the perfect leader.

Because Iris held out the hand of friendship to a troubled work friend.

Because Iris became the leader of Team Flash when Barry left and she was bossy.

Because Iris felt heartbroken when the love of her life left her to go into the Speedforce, and then spent the next six months not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Because Iris is only with Barry because he’s The Flash, despite her declaring her feelings before she found out that he was The Flash.

Because Iris told her fiance, Barry, that they were The Flash

Because Iris is no longer a journalist/working at CCPN

Yeah dude, I’m not convinced.

OP would have had an easier time if he/she had just said that he/she hated Iris because he/she thinks that Barry should be with the only regular white woman on the show. That at least would have been more truthful.

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RWBY Rundown, Episode 8 Volume 5

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If you have seen it: What's your opinion on v5e8? We see that Yang have revealed more on the depth of her feeling for Blake but also Weiss initiating a more proactive role in helping Yang recover. I appreciate Weiss's canon frankness, but I will admit I'd enjoy it more if we got a hint of that jealous dere-dere like your Weiss from recovery.

Jacevi

Hello, it's me again :) Because I love your way of thinking and the way you write, I was curious if you would have some spare time to give us your opinion on the newest episode? Also really really curious what they wanted to represent with the close up on Weiss's fist clenching in that moment?

Ohhoho, so very many opinions and thoughts, to be honest. So without further ado, here is the rundown.

Weiss and Yang talk

Okay, wow. Let’s just get the giddiness from the sheer amount of Freezerburn moments in the last 4 episodes out of the way. Like YOWZA! (I think I’m gonna need to make another theory post just from everything that has happened in the last 3 episodes alone!) *rolls eyes* That said, I know that Freezerburn is still really unlikely to happen, so I will save the rest of my fan freak out for another post.

Weiss was such a major and important character this episode. It has been awesome to see Weiss shown as such an influential and rounded character this season. From the two dimensional ice queen of Volume 1 to the heart that is trying to keep their ‘family’ together in Volume 5 it has been really cool to see her character develop. I am very interested to see if this same level of help gets extended to all of her team members, or if there is something a little special about Yang in particular. On those opening comments let me elaborate.

The trend of Weiss and Yang ending up spending time together has been quite interesting to me, not just as a freezerburn shipper, but as writer. They are both so opposite, yet extremely similar, and I loved that about this episode. Yang doesn’t see how Weiss could possibly relate to her and yet Weiss explains just that.

She shares that just because she has a nuclear family, that doesn’t mean it is a good family. And it is because of that, that her team/friends have become her surrogate family. I thought this was awesome for multiple reasons. 1) It makes Weiss more real and multi-dimensional. 2) It helps fill in with more detail as to why she was an ice queen to start. 3) It was relatable as hell. Coming from a very similar family situation I just felt for Weiss and understood that need to make family when your own isn’t great. 4) You can see that telling Yang this wasn’t easy, but Weiss did it anyhow because she knew that it was what Yang needed to hear.

Now that said I did find a couple of things to be odd or interesting choices on the writers’ part. I thought it was a little curious that Weiss was the one to have this talk with Yang and not Ruby (more on that below). And it was a bit weird that Weiss said that she and Yang weren’t close, I am attributing this to her own insecurities, but (in my opinion) given how often the have been paired together in the past as well as the fact that she literally glomped Yang when she saw her again makes that sort of a weird thing to say. @toomuchfreetyme2 disagrees, as my editor says that Weiss is comparatively the least close with Yang of the group, ie Ruby is her sister and Weiss is her battle partner. Buuuuut I don’t like that argument, so I’m choosing to ignoring it. (Lol, I’m so getting yelled at later for that comment. Worth it~) And lastly, the hand gesture while Weiss is talking about Blake was an interesting and super confusing choice.

In my opinion that gesture was pretty really vague, and could have been interpreted a ton of ways. For instance, (in order from most to least likely) it could have been her secretly being mad at Blake for leaving too, but not saying it out loud because she didn’t think that was what Yang needed to hear right then. It could have been her worried about how things will go when Blake does come back. It could have been interpreted as her knowing that the closeness that she shares with Yang will be gone when Blake comes back. It could have been her knowing that she will have to be the bigger person, and put her feeling for Yang aside when Blake comes back. It could even have been interpreted as her having secret feelings for Blake. (Seriously if that is true then the show will have fallen into becoming an anime about Blake’s harem.)

Given just how vague and secretive this show can be I felt extra frustrated about the ambiguity of that gesture, because it was intentionally animated (meaning it was important) but also very unclear as to what it actually meant. I am hoping that it meant that she was holding onto some anger at Blake, because otherwise I feel like it is odd for her to be soooo supportive of Blake running away and leaving them. Especially considering that she got mad at Blake for not trusting or leaving the team more than once before The Fall. I also felt that it did undercut the validity of Yang’s feelings of being abandon a bit to not have Weiss at least acknowledge that she does have the right to feel hurt. *shrug* Overall props to the Weiss scene, it gave me the feels.

Ruby

I think it is significant that it was Weiss that talked to Yang and not Ruby. Of everyone, Ruby got to see more than anyone how much Yang was effected by The Fall. In my opinion I think it shows Ruby’s lack of experience as a lead and still prevalent immaturity. She has yet to acknowledge that Yang isn’t okay, whereas Weiss has on three distinct occasions. (In the bandit camp, when she speaks for Yang during the conversation with Oscar/Oz, and when she talks to Yang in this episode)

At this point it seems that team RNJR is happy accepting that Yang is fine. Which I could forgive from Nora, Jaune, and Ren, but not from Ruby. It is her sister, she felt that distance that was put between them from everything that happened to Yang, and she saw just how broken Yang became before she left. I get that they all just want to have a fun at ease night once they are all back together, but it is troubling to me that Ruby hasn’t reached out to her sister or at the very least been shown through body language or context to know that Yang ISN’T okay.

This mixed with all that we have learned about Ozpin makes me question if Ruby really is ready or supposed to be a leader, or if she was just put in the position because she is “special,” like her mother. Now, don’t get me wrong, I do think Ruby can become a great leader. She already has that paragon/inspirational touch, but I think she is still too young to have the wisdom to lead her team emotionally and does lack a level of maturity needed to be a good leader. Ruby has always been the one to go off and take care of things herself, being a rogue agent isn’t really a good quality for leadership. From what I have seem in volume 4 and 5 I think that that will be where Ruby’s character arc will grow next. Her maturing, gaining some more confidence, and figuring out how to be a true leader.

Blake and Illia

Sigh… If Illia is the only queer character on the show I am going to be epically pissed. Not even kidding a little bit.

Not because she is a bad character, but because her storyline got botched. The premise of her character was pretty solid to start. She was in the White Fang because her parents were dead and no one cared because they were faunus. She did seemed a tiny bit too willing to sacrifice everything for the cause, but I blame that feeling on a lack of a more fleshed out back story. I’m sure there are lots of other little stories and instances that got her to where she is right now, but it really sucks that we don’t/didn’t get any of that.

She was an interesting and important character, because she was the most relatable member of the White Fang and she was still struggling with the morality of taking her actions all the way. Which was good and very important for building empathy with the audience and throwing doubt in that ‘no one is completely evil’ sort of way.

But then they went and messed things up on sooooo many levels. First off, because of how and when Illia confessed her feelings most people are going to think that she is only acting like such a sacrificing member of the White Fang, ‘because she is in love with Blake.’ Which ends up obliterating the relevance of her back story and her actions being based on the fact that her family is dead. Second, *shakes fist in anger* could you stop with the vengeful unrequited lesbian trope! I know that wasn’t what they were going for, but that is what most people are going to see. And I can not tell you how unbelievably fed up with the shit writing that gets thrown at the gay community. It is like your options for a gay character are either to be a psycho, killed off after getting together, or be a psycho and killed off. Negative representation is not good representation!

(Deep breaths~)

Okay, moving on!

Blake

I was going to write something about Blake and her development, but I think I will save that for another time.

Blake and Adam

This is going to sound weird, but it would make for a better story if it was revealed that Blake and Adam didn’t actually have a relationship.

Here is why:

1) It is a really lame, extra psycho, and terrible message to send if Adam only wants to hurt Blake because she broke up with him. First off, and most important, we do not, I repeat, DO NOT need to be sending men (or anyone) the message that if someone breaks up with you you should go psychotic on them. Second, if Adam’s only motivation for going after Blake on a murder spree is because she broke up with him then that makes his character really lame, ultra one dimensional, and frankly boring. Sure it helps you hate the guy, but if he is going to stick around for more than a volume you should really add some depth and complexity to the situation and by extension the character.

2) If they weren’t actually ever together then it makes Blake look way better. The fact that Adam has turned out to be so violent and unstable has called into question Blake’s judgment in a big way, but if she held back because there was just something that didn’t feel quite right then that would give her character a lot of credit and make her more empathetic and relatable. That sort of hero worship scenario where someone turns out not to be quite who you thought they were has happened to almost everyone. And lastly Blake already has WAY too many love interests. I think it actually gives her character power back if she is the one that is able to say, “No, I choose not to be with you.”

3) It opens his ‘revenge’ story line to be a lot richer if they didn’t date. If it is established that they dated then the vast majority of people will simplify the entire thing to be all about him going crazy for being left. Anything significant that happened between them or any other very real and valid reasons for him wanting to get back at her will then become essentially a moot point for most people. Because, again, most people latch on the the biggest most easy to swallow thing first. For example a great element that could be introduced would be that Adam didn’t actually care that much for Blake emotionally, but wanted to be with her for the recognition that she brought. Adam obviously wanted to be leader of the White Fang, what better leverage than dating and having the support of the daughter of the previous White Fang leader.

Overall I actually did really like the episode, but I do wish that the Illia thing were handled differently. Now my thoughts on Episode 9 are a whole other post and I am really behind, so it will have to wait for after the new chapter gets posted on “Recovery.”

#Blake Belladonna #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #freezerburn #rwby theory #rwby volume 5 #here is my very long opinion #opinions #writing theory

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Hello!!! ❤ I was thinking about my favorite scenes/lines from my favorite fics and got to wondering what scenes/lines stood out to the people who wrote them. Lolol. What would you say are your top 10 favorite bits from your fics?

Ok, well I spent ENTIRELY too long doing this lmao (like an embarrassingly long amount of time, so thaaaaaanks)! *squints at you* Picking felt impossible, because I think I have favorite parts from everything I write--each of them feel like my children I’ve raised and released into the world. Not to mention, some of it I’ve just plum forgotten and I’ve had to skim through my stuff and re-discover it LOL. And then there’s stuff tied up in anon fests, and wips that aren’t even posted yet, and every time I write something new, that becomes my new favorite bit. Sometimes it’s a snappy line I’ve managed, sometimes it’s a little bit of imagery, and sometimes it’s a scene that I was most excited to write when planning the story concept.BUT BOY HOWDY, HERE WE GOOOO (cut for mermaid rambling):

1. “Don’t be so smug, Potter, it doesn’t suit you. You don’t have the bone structure for it,” Draco drawled when he’d regained his composure. (From Partners of the Four-legged Variety) // Now, there’s actually a lot of parts to this one I love, but this is one of my favorite snarky Draco lines I’ve got in my repertoire. I really enjoyed exploring Harry’s past issues with his childhood through the veil of Crup training and contrasting it with Draco’s more firm methods and Harry’s more lax ideals. I also love the beginning from this, Draco’s visitor badge when he enters the Ministry still makes me smile./2. “Hermione says I shouldn’t cast duplication spells on things I’m actually wearing, so,” Potter says absently as he lays his trousers on a desk. “We had a mishap once, when we were on the run last year.” (From It’s Joggers Season [or so the Muggles say]) // This is also a fic I somehow managed to pull a post-war emotional plot out of with the premise of Joggers, so, there’s that, too. I’m also quite fond of Harry’s first entrance at the beginning of the fic./3. I don’t have any one favorite line, but I’m pretty happy with the way the imagery turned out in when life hands you (lulu)lemons :) Especially the way the sunlight is described./4. The beginning of Harry + Draco’s date in Chapter 2 of Never Feel the Burning Light, and in particular Draco’s exasperation at Harry changing in front of him. Also the walk to WWW after the date. Also Harry and Lucius’ stand off at dinner in Chapter 3./5. The intervening years into adulthood—the stint in prison and Remus’s own ongoing battle with his personal demons—hadn’t made the all-consuming need wane in the slightest. It had taken them some time, tiptoeing around each other as they mended the scraps of their friendship, tattered and broken by a war against a madman, but then there had been Firewhisky to help smooth the way.Sirius couldn’t even remember which of them had moved first, but suddenly they’d been kissing each other roughly with just as much fierce passion as they had in those secret hiding places, their hands hungrily mapping the changes in their bodies from boys into men and fingers tugging urgently at clothes until there was nothing but the drag of their fingertips against heated skin and the faint trembling in their bodies when they sagged against each other afterwards, sated and panting. Remus’s lips had twitched with an amused, tired smile and Sirius wanted to crawl inside his body and stay there forever, his heart thudding heavily in his chest. (from By the Light of the Moon) // The thing I love most about writing Wolfstar is all the angsty, heart-panging feels for these two broken men who had to grow up way too fast, so exploring some of that threaded with a quickie for that month’s DD theme was really enjoyable./6. The kiss by the sea in Weekenders, but I also had a lot of fun creating this from the art it’s inspired by, especially Harry introducing Draco to pub games. This whole thing is an exercise in Harry introducing Draco to the Muggle world and it was a lot of fun to play around with!/7. More Draco in the Muggle world from Never Got No Good Doing What I’m Told, and all of Harry’s stalking and his convoluted ideas for what Draco’s motives are for going to the market and watching movies at the cinema./8. Keith cut Lance off before he could admit to whatever—or whomever—he thought of in his masturbatory habits by jumping on him, still sweaty and disheveled from his training, and slapping his hand over Lance’s mouth, catching Lance’s laughter in his palm.Lance smelled like citrus and coconuts—something he made himself from a planet full of lush fruits and plants they’d discovered in deep space. Keith fought hard not to lean closer and bury his nose in Lance’s neck. He was warm and soft and laughing against Keith’s hand, and Keith’s heartbeat was suddenly rocketing out of control, pounding away inside his chest.Sometimes Keith really regretted his impulsive decisions, after the fact. (from [don’t] hold my breath) // I’m also really fond of the imagery of this one, especially the descriptions of water and Keith’s dream about kissing Lance underwater. S O F T./9. “Oh, that works,” Lance said, grateful to finally have some relief from the sharp tugs of skin and awkward sleeping positions. He waited a beat before leaning close to Keith’s ear to tease him. “You should’ve just said you were down to cuddle. I love being the big spoon, you know? Or the little spoon. I’m not picky.” (from Stuck on You) // I also really adore all of Keith and Lance’s bickering in this one, and the descriptions of the Dr Seuss jungle planet in the beginning./10. Annnd for the last one I thought I’d go with something from my WIP folder, but I’m not sure whether to share an except of the magically binding New Year’s Eve promises or this Love Bug/Soulmate/Fake Dating Garrison AU (a smorgasbord of Voltron tropes), soooo both?

The Love Bug AU: Keith is like an octopus, his arms winding around Lance’s neck and latching onto him when Lance tries to squirm out of his hold.“Uh, quick question, what the fuck?” Lance asks, shooting a helpless look at Hunk.Hunk shrugs, looking just as bewildered and surprised as Lance is in that moment.All Lance can focus on—aside from, uh, everything, about Keith being all over him—is that wow, okay, Keith actually smells really nice and his hair feels soft brushing against Lance’s cheek. Keith peers up at him and Lance’s stomach swoops when their eyes meet—and, holy shit, are Keith’s eyes actually some kind of indigo? Lance thought they were just dark before, but now he sees the complex color and gulps. This was not how he pictured his night of celebration going.

The Drarry Magically Binding New Year’s Eve Promises: The magic was making his mind work in a maelstrom of thoughts, shoving desires and questions at him left and right. Will you please go out with me? Can I kiss you? Did you enjoy your date on Valentine’s? When will you leave me to get married? Harry was panting by the time he managed to get his mind under control. He realised belatedly that Draco was speaking to him in an increasingly faster and worried tone.“…something you took? Are Ron and Hermione alright? You’re starting to scare me, can you say something?” Draco’s words rushed at him in a rush of sound.Harry felt like a plug had been pulled and all of the water had drained from his ears with a swirling gurgle. He turned and clung to Draco’s arms instead of the sofa.“Water?” Harry asked, his throat scratchy and dry.Draco’s eyes darted back and forth, holding his gaze for a moment before he pulled his wand from his pocket and summoned a glass to fill with Aguamenti. Harry’s lips twitched briefly. Draco apparently didn’t want to leave his side, even for a short moment to get a proper glass of water. He took the glass with shaking hands and gulped it down in three large swallows that left him huffing for breath.“Better?” Draco asked.Harry nodded, feeling some of the magic abating when it didn’t seem like Draco was going to turn him away or turn him down immediately. He supposed just having Draco’s undivided attention was enough for the Promise for the time being. Harry sagged back against the sofa, sinking down heavily to sit on the arm. Draco hated when he did that, but he didn’t complain this time. His face was etched with worry.“Good. Now, you’re going to tell me what the fuck that was as soon as you’ve caught your breath,” Draco commanded. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest. Harry’s eyes rested on his forearms, appreciating the way they flexed.

/I wanted to include parts from our collab, too, but I think I’ve forgotten which bits you wrote and which were mine because damn did we blend it all together well hahaha! This was super fun, boo, thanks for asking!! It made me think of taking this one step further and making it into a game: list your 10 fave parts from your fics and have people send in their favorite line/scene/etc from one of the fics listed! (people, consider this carte blanche to do that with this list)Expect me to come back at you with this question in your inbox, too!

#drarry #klance #carpemermaid writing #carpemermaid answers #bixgirl1 #self rec #omg don't judge me this took SO LONG #*sweats loudly*#*scurries off to write erised stuff*

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