#idk how party isn't losing it when the person he loves is always two hairs away from catatonia cause of some guy who is just doing anything

[jjsanguine]

Phu: you and Nan are perfect for each other :/

Party: I know, but for some reason I will go to the afterlife not understanding, Nan wants you

Phu:

Party: and I want him to be happy so get it together

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

Yay!!! Let's start with Astoria!! So back when she was alive (the times of Ancient Egypt 🏜) she was known as the Pharoah's high priestess (idk how Egypt royalty works so bare with me) This basically means she's Atem's right hand woman along with Seto. She was known to be very empathetic and understanding as well as very curious. When she wasn't helping Atem with his duties, she was in the library going through scrolls and ancient texts to learn as much as she could. It's actually why her soul room (before Eliana seals herself in it) is a library. She still carries her empathetic and curious nature with her even after death. That part I'm still figuring out. The only thing I got is that she joins Atem in the spell that sealed him into the Millennium Puzzle except it was the Millennium Earring for her.

As for the whole past confrontation I have like a small scene in mind? Um something like this.

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She walked closer to the door feeling the temperature of the room drop around her. Her breath came out in sharp pants as if a weight was settling deeper and deeper in her chest. When she twisted the knob and pushed open, an almost taunting darkness awaited her. Before she could blink, she was sucked inside and left breathless as the door slammed shut.

It wasn't long before whispers sounded all around her in a chanting like rhythm. 'All your fault' 'Why did she choose you' 'Pathetic' 'Useless' but the most painful of all 'You FAILED us'. All of them swam around her head in a constant loop while she replayed her past failures. It seemed too much. Maybe she should give up and let herself be taken by the pain. After all, isn't that what she deserves?

Suddenly, as if lulling her towards it she heard a voice. A calming tune that guided her towards it. Something about the tune was familiar, though she couldn't recall. However the longer she listened the lighter she felt. It wasn't until the voice sang that she realized why the tune was familiar.

War is not freedom

Over your shoulder

I see a clearer view

It was a lullaby her mother sang to her. She remembers the dimly lit area of her bedroom with her mother leaning over her. The warmth that she gave as she caressed her small cheeks.

All for my family

Reason I'm breathing

Everything to lose

The training sessions she had with her father. The way his eyes twinkled when she got a move right and how he ruffled her curls whenever she got pouty for getting it wrong. His bear hugs that always felt safe.

Should I ask myself in the water

What a warrior should do?

The trembling face she held as her parents went on another mission, trying to hold back her tears. How her mother kissed her forehead and told her to "be strong for mama and papa".

Tell me, underneath my armor

The cries she let out realizing her parents weren't coming home. The burning tears that ran down her face as she screamed her denial and anger at no one. The gaping hole in her heart where they once occupied.

Am I loyal, brave and true?

Am I loyal, brave and true?

The determination in her eyes as she stared into the mirror. Affirming to herself and Astoria that no one will die by his hand any longer.

Losing is easy

Winning takes bravery

I am a tiger's fool

"Again," she commands as the boy gets up and wipes a small bit of blood from his mouth. He nods before setting his fists in front of his face. The two continuing to spar until they've exhausted themselves.

Out in the open

No one to save me

The kindest of whispers are cruel

She snapped to attention while taking out another one of Marik's goons. She barely managed to look before dodging another punch. Unlike what truly happened however, the goon's taunts sounded more and more like the whispers she heard in the dark room she first entered. That thought was all it took to snap her out of memory lane. She looked over only to realize she stood in front of a mirror. Her reflection looked different somehow. It had the same dark skin tone, long curly hair, and dark brown eyes but the clothing and stance were different. Her clothing represented that of a priestess in ancient times. Her white silk robes as well as her golden wrist and arm bands expressed regality. The stance she held also showed that of someone with high status and a shrewd mind. Despite that she still felt warmth radiate from her being.

Cold is the morning

Warm is the dream

It didn't take long before she recognized the voice as the one she heard earlier. She stared a bit longer before finally realizing who the reflection was.

Chasing the answers

'Til I can't sleep

She was confused at what Astoria was trying to do by singing the lullaby or why she was still there. In fact, aside from what her end goal was supposed to be she had no clue what she was supposed to do. The only thing she could do was follow Yami's lead and offer her support anyway she can.

Will I be stronger?

Or will I be weak?

When you're not with me?

She sang the lines with blinding clarity as she felt the first tear stream down her face. The question she so desperately suppressed hit her full force as the weak line left her lips. Could she really live up to her own and others expectations of her?

Though as she stared deeper into Astoria's eyes she seemed to remember a saying her father always told her. "An army always needs more than one person you know."

She was so used to being the one responsible for everyone and everything that she unintentionally shut everyone else out. Her tears fell harder and faster knowing she contributed to her own downfall.

Who am I without my armor?

Standing in my father's shoes

She knew that she couldn't keep going like this. It was time for her to follow his advice and end this pity party. She looked into Astoria's eyes and nodded. She smiled and raised her hand up to the mirror. She sang the final lines as she lined her hand up with hers, seeing her silhouette glow gold before encasing her in warmth and energy.

All I know is that it's harder

To be loyal, brave and true

After encasing her, the golden glow she radiated dimmed back to nothing. She turned back before realizing that everything was silent. The more she looked, the more the darkness around her faded to look more like a room. She quicky noticed shelves that held books of different kinds as well as stray boxes sitting nearby appearing slightly opened.

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I am well aware that turned into a song fic but I needed to get that shit out of my system. And yes the song is from the Disney soundtrack. They make bomb ass songs that won't leave your head.

‐🐋 anon

OH MY GOD??? UR WRITING IS LITERALLY SO GOOD IM IN LOVE WITH IT

[shall-we-imagine]

Loosen up. (Bodyguard!Klaus Goldstein x Reader)

Requested: 66. "I like you. You're different." + 73. "You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions." From the promt list.

Genre: Fluff/idk if this also counts as suggestive? Only if you're very innocent I guess? And if you're on tumblr then you probably aren't so nvm 😂

A/N: sorry for being so inactive lately I've been busy with studying and such so I generally couldn't find it in me to write so yeah :/ (I have a trial tomorrow so like idk pray for me 😂) but here I am! ヽ(゜～゜o)ノ Also yes I'm aware this isn't how Vincent acts and he's not filthy rich but for now we're gonna let it slide okay? Cool. 😂

(Second Person Point of View)

"That's when I decided it was time to buy my fifth car; I mean who attends their first day of college with the same old cars, right?" The man laughs. You suspected that if he stopped boasting for longer than 2 seconds, he'd suffocate and die. You kind of hoped to witness that.

It'd been 2 hours already, yet you weren't allowed to leave the party until your dad says you could. You'd even tried to convince your bodyguard to let you leave without your father knowing anything of the incident, but Klaus was far too strict and responsible; he'd never do such a reckless thing.

Yeah, sure, it's good for your dad to have found such a trustworthy employee, but when you've been stuck talking to these blatantly boring and arrogant people that only viewed you as a good deal to obtain more wealth, well, let's just say: it makes you sort of wish Klaus cared less.

However, that was not the case. In fact, while all bodyguards waited outside, Klaus remained inside -only a few feet away from you at any given time. He also seemed to always be giving you a look that could only be describe as the look a mother gives when you have people over, and she's daring you to mess anything up.

Now, you weren't the stereotypical bratty child that refuses to take over their parents' company. You knew your responsibility and always hoped to make them proud; you just weren't a big fan of the world surrounding all the important people in business. Therefore, it made you yearn for messing around from time to time.

Today was one of those days. You so desperately hoped Klaus would get off your back for even just a few moments, so you could escape the exhausting setting. But he continued with the angry-mother-glare; it almost seemed like he'd gotten the expression tattooed on his face after the endless times he had to get you out of trouble.

There was definitely a bright side to that extra attention, though. You suspected Klaus had a thing for you. After all, he was known to be very good at his job; he could easily quit and get a job less demanding with an equal pay or even a bigger pay if he wanted, but he didn't. He decides to stay with a teenage girl that enjoys pushing his buttons. He was professional, so he wouldn't say anything or let it show, but you had this feeling in your guts that he at least felt intrigued by you.

And, surely, you were ready to use this to your advantage.

You glance towards the blond at the corner of the room, ensuring he was still staring (threateningly, but still staring nevertheless). His eyebrow arches slightly, sensing you were about to do something dumb. You could almost hear him think God, what is it this time?!

You focus your attention back on the man whose name you'd forgotten about 2 seconds after he introduced himself.

"So, I heard you're staying at the hotel here for the entire duration of the event." You smile sweetly.

"Yeah, I am." He takes a sip out of his drink.

You begin flirtatiously twirling a strand of your hair. "Well, how about you take me to have a look upstairs?"

Startled by the unexpected implications of your request, he chokes on his drink and starts coughing. You try your best not to appear disgusted, giving him a smile when he's done with his coughing session.

Sure enough, he agrees and links your arms together, leading you towards the exit of the section the party was held in.

"Miss (Y/N)," Klaus speaks through gritted teeth. He wore a smile and kept his voice quiet, but there was no denying he was ready to scold you. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Upstairs." You smile, playing dumb.

"What do you mean up-" after losing his calm for a second, Klaus cuts himself off to take a deep breath and let it out before proceeding. "Would you please excuse us, Mr. Knight?" Klaus bows lightly before dragging you to an empty corner.

"You think just because you're leaving with a guest, I'll allow you to go?" Klaus whispers in annoyance.

"What? Are you jealous?" You wiggle an eyebrow at him, knowing well enough that wasn't the reason (well, not the main one, at least).

Lips pulled into a pained smile, Klaus glares. "Are you asking for an insult? I think you're abusing that service I provide for you a hundred times per minute."

"Come on, Klausie; loosen up." You poke his chest with your index finger. You knew the redhead -or Mr. Knight- was probably still waiting for you, but you couldn't care less. You wanted to stretch out the process of bugging Klaus as long as possible, since it was the only way to spend time with him. It was also fun watching his nose scrunch and his eyebrows furrow in such anger. He would try to mask his frustration, but it was obvious he had a short temper when it came to you. To put it nicely, he was done with your shit.

"Don't, under any circumstances, call me Klausie." He threatens. "And I don't need to loosen up; you need to stop being so careless!"

"Sure." Rolling your eyes, you step away from him.

Before you could take two full steps, Klaus had already grabbed your arm. "Going somewhere?"

You pull your hand away. "The bathroom. Am I not allowed to answer the call of nature either?" You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Touché." He raises his hands in defeat, but once you begin walking away, he follows.

"Where are you going?"

"Just ensuring you don't get any funny ideas." He shrugs.

Huffing, you decide to ignore him. Thankfully, he was only planning to stand near the door; it didn't seem too strange imagining Klaus walking in for "safety measures": the guy was crazy when it came to his job.

"Man, another pretty dress gone to waste." You sigh, looking into the mirror. The sparkling violet fabric clung onto your body till your waist then flowed freely, reaching to merely graze the floor. It was one of the dresses you really liked; you loved the way it showed your shoulder blades and only a portion of your back; it was sexy yet classy. The glittery purple was certainly your colour too! Alas, your dad would scold you for rewearing a dress more than he would scold you if you were to kill a person (as long as you've hidden the evidence well, that is). Murder can be covered up, but 'horrible fashion choices' cannot be hidden, according to your father. Sometimes you went against that, but most of the time, you just complied, even though it's an absolute waste of money.

"You're taking too long, you know that?" Klaus calls from outside, impatience clear in his voice.

You bite back a response when you realize there's something much better you could do. Quietly checking the stalls, you ensure you're 100% alone inside.

"Could there be a valid reason you're not responding to me?!"

Ignoring his question, you just scream in response. "Klaus! Klaus, help me!" You screech frantically.

The door bursts open, and Klaus steps inside aggressively. Before he could realize what's happening, you push him back against the door, slamming it behind him.

Smug about catching him off guard, you smirk at the taller male, whose body was closely pressed against yours. "Were you worried?" You tease.

"About losing my job? Yeah." He scoffs, turning his head away from you but not bothering to push you away.

"Why is it always about the job?" You tilt your head to meet his eyes again.

"Because I'm at work?" He states with a raised eyebrow, as if it sounded stupid for you to even ask that.

You run your hands gently over his chest; even through layers of clothing, you could still feel the firm muscles concealed by the black suit. "Well, maybe it's time for a break." You grin innocently.

"You do know you can't fool me, right?" He takes one of your hands away from him but doesn't let go of it.

Rolling your eyes, you move away from him. "I'm not fooling you; I want us to have fun! Neither one of us is enjoying this anyway." You cross your arms.

An unexpected response sparks excitement within you. "Well, what do you suggest we do?" You knew he was only being sarcastic, but it gave you a pathway for more methods to push his buttons and witness his reactions.

Closing the distance between both of you once more, you stand on the tip of your toes as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. "Oh, I have a lot of suggestions." You whisper in his ear, feeling him flinch lightly at your suggestive remark. You could tell he was trying to hide it and pretend he wasn't phased, but you'd already noticed it, and he knew it.

"You're gonna get me fired." Cheeks slightly red, he turns his head away and gently parts your bodies from each other. "God, why is it so hard to handle you? It's like dealing with a troublemaking child."

"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions." You stick your tongue out at him. "Plus, father won't know anything if neither one of us told him." You point out what seemed to have escaped Klaus's perception of the situation.

"You want me to lie to your father." He laughs in disbelief.

"Mmhm, not quite. More like not telling him the full truth."

"That's exactly what lying is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"Okay, stop! Fine, lie! I don't know!" You fling your arms in the air out of frustration. A novel sound catches your attention, immediately flushing away the frustration. Klaus was laughing. Not sarcastically. No, a genuine laugh was echoing across the bathroom.

"I suppose it wouldn't be the worst thing if we talk a walk for some fresh air and come back." He smiles. "Just this time though!"

An uncontrollable grin spreads across your face, and you immediately throw your arms around Klaus. "Thank you!"

"You gotta stop..doing..this.." He awkwardly pats your back, careful not to touch your bare skin.

"No promises!" You shrug, before grabbing his hand and rushing outside, making your way to the exit.

"Miss (Y/N)?" You freeze in your spot. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, um.." you stutter, not expecting to have to explain yourself to your companion from earlier.

"We got an emergency call; we'll be right back." Klaus, in his usual composed state, 'explains' to Mr. Knight.

"Ah, I see." Red head may be an idiot, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell something wasn't right, but he either chose to let it slide or he just didn't care. Regardless, you were thankful. "I'll be waiting for your return then." With a smile and a bow, he left and disappeared into the crowd.

"You'll catch a cold." Klaus states, watching you twirl and run around in the chilly October weather.

You weren't cold, or maybe you didn't dislike being cold. It wasn't the type of cold to make you unable to take a few proper steps and force you to do an awkward penguin walk; rather, it was the type of cold to merely caress your skin, decorating it with goosebumps. "Don't worry; I'm alright."

"Just take my jacket. Your back and shoulders are exposed; you must be cold." He spoke with such certainty that it almost made you rethink for a few moments about whether you actually felt cold or not.

"Are you worried or are you just intimidated by how sexy I look?" You strike a pose far from seducing.

Klaus, who had his jacket held out for you, resumed walking as he put his jacket back on. "You know, on second thought, it might be a good thing if you catch a cold and stay at home for a week or so." He passes by you, leaving you and your sexy pose alone.

"Hey! That was mean!" You catch up to him.

"Nothing new, then." He shrugs, a slight smirk forcing itself onto his pink lips.

You speed up a little then turn around to face him once you're slightly ahead of him; you remain walking, but backwards this time, allowing yourself to look at him during the conversation. "How could you be mean to such a beautiful lady?" You pout.

"What beautiful lady?" He looks around, pretending to search for something.

You let out a dramatic gasp. "How could y-" Your sentence was inconveniently cut off by your stumble; or perhaps, it was a slightly convenient situation when you think about it from a different perspective: Klaus, as sharp as usual, was able to grasp your arm, preventing you from falling.

"Uh, thanks." You breathe out, nodding slightly. Once you begin to straighten yourself up, Klaus lets go of your arm, only to watch you fall to the ground immediately after. "I think my heel broke.." you frown, staring at your left shoe, now with its heel lying a few inches away.

"You think?" Klaus earns a glare, urging him to put aside the sarcasm and help you up.

"Those were such a cute pair.." you sigh, placing your arm around Klaus's shoulder for support. Your arms were already hurting due to the height difference; it was like hanging from a cliff but not quite.

Klaus places an arm around your waist. "Well, I can buy you another one. You need another pair to get back to the party anyway."

"What if I don't?"

"Don't what? Get back to the party? That's not what we agreed on! Your father-"

You cut off his rant, "We'll get back there, and I'll call dad and inform him that my heel broke; he'd immediately allow me to leave. It's already late anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

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"Yes, Klaus, I'm sure he'd let me go home if I tell him my heel broke! Of course, Klaus, there's no way he would have some other plans for me!" Your bodyguard mimicks your voice and tone (terribly), as you sit in the back of the car your dad sent with a brand new pair of shoes.

"How would I have known he would do this?!" You complain, tightening the straps of the new shoes around your ankle.

"Well, hurry up, knight dude is probably waiting for you." Arms crossed, he taps his foot impatiently. You merely groan in response.

"I can't believe he didn't even tell me he booked a room for me at the hotel! And that I have to attend the same event tomorrow too! I didn't even bring any change!"

"Um, Miss (Y/N), your father asked me to hand you this too.." the driver quietly places a small suitcase on the back seat next to you.

"There you go; he packed stuff for you." You weren't sure if Klaus was trying to tease you or comfort you, but either way, you just let out a sigh.

After a long, mentally and physically exhausting night, you were finally allowed to leave. And boy, were you delighted to recieve the news.

"This one." You pause in front of the room that had the same number on the keycard. Klaus had already placed your bag inside earlier, but it was your first time viewing the room. "At least the room is pretty." You shrug.

"Didn't think you'd admit it." Klaus chuckles. "Well, I have to go; so, good night, Miss (Y/N); I'll be back here tomorrow." He bows.

"Wait!" You stop him before he steps outside the room.

As I have reached the 100 block limit, I'll complete this in Part 2...which I'll literally post now and it'll be shorter than this cuz it's just the ending 😂