#the kings affection fanfic

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How Can I Not Love You - Príncipe Jaeun/Hyun + OC

Maria Clara na sua era estou apaixonada pelo Nam Yoonsu wjkrjkeljrk pra quem viu o Rei de Porcelana espero que gostem e pra quem não viu há spoilers, então leiam com cuidado! E, sim, minha oc é a belíssima da Arin! Boa leitura a todos!

Música-título e inspiração: How Can I Not Love You da Joy Enriquez.

Soojin acompanhava os passos da princesa Yuri enquanto a mesma se encaminha para o chá da tarde com o Rei Lee Hwi. Estava naquele lugar a tanto tempo que ficava mais lá do que sua própria casa. Casa. Desde que seu pai se foi aquele lugar se tornou tão solitário e frio, mesmo que não estivesse sozinha por boa parte do tempo. Sempre tinha a princesa e o príncipe Taeyang como seus amigos. Mas era diferente. Sua mãe morreu em seu parto e seu pai perdeu a vida numa batalha de dois anos atrás. O palácio de Changdeokgung não era só apenas a casa de verão da família real, havia também outra família real morando lá, mas, por ter apenas o príncipe como homem, era meio que desvalorizado e olhares tortos, mesmo que disfarçados, já que ninguém gostaria de fazer isso na frente da outra família real. Mas havia alguém que fazia tudo valer a pena, mas ela sabia que nunca teria ele. Além dele gostar de outra pessoa, ela era uma simples dama de companhia que teve a sorte de ser filha do antigo general chefe da nobreza. Antigamente ela não via Jaeun dessa forma, nunca nem pensou em se apaixonar por ele em um segundo de sua vida. Mas, assim que começou sua adolescência, tudo mudou. Ele chegou para falar com Vossa Alteza e assim que ele chegou no lugar sorriu para ela e ela pode sentir seu coração bater com tanta frequência que ela pensou que poderia desmaiar naquele exato momento. Como ele ficou tão bonito? E porque ele era tão educado? Deveria ser só uma paixão efêmera, certo? Era isso, devia ser isso. Afinal como que alguém em sua posição, mesmo sendo filha do ex general, poderia ter alguém como ele? Era apenas a fase da adolescência. Iria passar. Foi isso que prometeu. Mas Yuri, não só como princesa, mas também como sua amiga percebeu isso. Lembrava-se quando eram crianças e gostavam de treinar juntos, ela, Taeyang, Hwi, Jaeun e Soojin juntos, mesmo não sendo uma pessoa da realeza. Lembrava-se que ela e o Lee ficavam competindo um com o outro para apenas implicar, ela sabia que cedo ou tarde algo iria mudar. Assim que a princesa falou que ela parecia diferente ao redor do príncipe soltou um suspiro.

— Ele nunca irá saber, unnie. Eu quero que seja algo momentâneo, mas eu sei que não é, esse sentimento é forte demais para ser algo fugaz. Além dele estar interessado em outra, eu também não posso estar ao lado dele, mesmo se ele sentisse o mesmo. Eu sou apenas uma dama de companhia, eu nunca poderia chegar ao trono. Então é melhor amar em segredo.

E por mais que quisesse ajudá-la, a princesa Kim sabia que ela não estava mentindo quanto a isso. Sabia que para você ter uma alta posição você teria que ser da realeza. Mas ela era como uma irmã mais nova pra ela, mesmo sendo uma dama de companhia, e sabia que ela não era qualquer dama de companhia. Ela era uma grande guerreira graças ao treinamento de seu pai. Ela queria ajudá-la, mas estava de mãos atadas quanto a isso. Assim que chegou para tomar um chá com o Rei o cumprimentou, mas ele pediu para ela também se sentar junto. Realmente ela não era uma dama de companhia qualquer.

— Então, você tem algum príncipe em mente? — o Rei perguntou para Yuri que ficou envergonhada pela pergunta

— Ah, ainda não, mas vovó quer fazer uma seleção. Eu quero me casar por amor, não por simplesmente ter que me casar com alguém. Eu quero ter um amor de verdade — ela confessou para o Rei

— É claro. O verdadeiro amor é importante para um casamento e devemos casar com quem ama a gente. Não concorda, dama de companhia Kang? — a pergunta do rei para si fez ela arregalar seus olhos pela surpresa e o Rei sorriu de leve — Mesmo que às vezes não seja recíproco, não devemos deixar tudo isso dentro de nós. Às vezes sentimentos demais pode nos sufocar por dentro

— Eu acho que você tem razão, Vossa Majestade. Muitos sentimentos dentro de nós podem nos sufocar. Ter algo tão grande dentro de si é algo gigante e ao mesmo tempo até mesmo sofrível. Por mais que seja difícil às vezes, é melhor deixar isso ir embora — a resposta surpreendente de Soojin foi recebida com um sorriso de leve pelo Rei Hwi que assentiu na aprovação. Aquele sentimento implacável e dolorido se fazia presente. E como se não fosse melhorar logo viu o "culpado" por tudo isso se curvar e ficar parado em frente a Vossa Majestade. Sentiu seu coração bater fortemente e desviou seu olhar, mesmo sabendo que as duas pessoas ao seu lado sabiam dos seus sentimentos por ele, ainda era embaraçoso.

— Vossa Majestade, desculpa pela demora — se desculpou

— Hyun. Não há nenhum problema quanto a isso. Por favor, sente-se, estávamos falando sobre o possível futuro noivo para a Yuri aqui — o hierárquico falou

— Ah, eu tenho certeza que a Princesa escolherá muito bem e sabiamente seu futuro rei — ele respondeu enquanto a dama ficava confusa do porque ele estava lá se seria um chá com apenas eles. Será que ele tinha feito de propósito? Depois de um tempo agradeceram o Rei pelo chá e iam voltar para seu próprio palácio.

— Dama de companhia Kang, posso falar com você? — ouviu a voz do Príncipe Jaeun atrás de si e ela o olhou surpresa, mas assentiu

— Claro, Vossa Alteza — ela respondeu e assim o seguiu para um local mais afastado, assim que chegaram lá ela decidiu perguntar — O que você quer falar comigo, Príncipe Hyun?

— Príncipe Hyun? — ele soltou uma risada sem humor nenhum — Você era uma das minhas melhores amigas, você nunca foi só uma dama de companhia. O que aconteceu? Você me trata como se eu nem existisse, não conversa mais comigo, você nem me olha. Eu fiz alguma coisa? Me diz — a súplica em sua voz era perceptível e ela sentiu um aperto em seu coração com isso. Ela não podia falar que tinha se apaixonado por ele. Ele não poderia saber. Ele jamais poderia saber.

— Príncipe Jaeun, eu sinto muito. Você começou a ter mais trabalhos conforme ia crescendo e eu não queria te atrapalhar ou te incomodar — ela falou para ele

— Isso é comum, Soojin. Eu não parei de falar com Vossa Majestade só porque ele é o Rei — ele falou como se fosse óbvio

— Hyun eu também tenho um segredo e por mais que eu entenda que você está magoado eu não posso te contar, por favor — ela falou quase implorando para parar as perguntas. Seus sentimentos ainda eram muito fortes e talvez nunca consiga esquecer o príncipe, mas não queria magoá-lo e não queria se magoar

— Você realmente quer isso? — ele perguntou

— Eu sinto muito ter te ignorado ou simplesmente fingindo que você não existia, eu realmente não fiz de propósito — bem, isso não era verdade, mas ouvir aquelas palavras fez o peso da culpa se afundar em seu coração

— Então não me deixe no escuro nunca mais. Você é importante pra mim e se estiver passando por alguma coisa saiba que eu estou aqui para você, eu sempre estive — ele falou e ela assentiu com um leve sorriso. Estava se sentindo menos péssima e feliz que tinha ele de volta em sua vida. Por mais que aqueles sentimentos profundos ainda estivessem lá era bom ter ele de volta, mesmo que como amigo.

Soojin estava alheia à situação, mas Hyun observava seus traços e a forma como ela ria, nunca tinha parado para perceber na mulher que ela tinha se tornado. Ela era uma mulher bonita, sempre foi, mas era belíssima. Sua inteligência, carisma e bravura estava lá ainda. Ela realmente não era só uma dama de companhia, ela nunca foi. Por muito tempo ficou encantado pelo Rei Hwi, ou Dami, mas sabia que seu coração sempre pertenceu a Jiwoon e sempre pertencerá. Então decidiu deixá-la ir, afinal o que eles tinham era um amor verdadeiro. Então quando resolveu deixar isso ir começou a pensar em Kang Soojin, sua melhor amiga de infância e que acabou se afastando dele. Nesse tempo todo ele sentiu falta dela, ela era uma das pessoas que mais conhecia sobre ele, mas assim que foram amadurecendo ela simplesmente se afastou. Havia algo nele que dizia que era meio óbvio por ela ter se afastado, ele inclusive fez isso após contar para o Rei o que sentia, será que Soojin?...  Mas antes que falasse mais alguma coisa, viu o Eunuco Hong se aproximar.

— Dama de companhia Kang alguém pediu para te entregar isso — ele disse estendendo uma caixa de madeira bonita

— Para mim? — ela perguntou ficando sem entender

— Às vezes você tem algum pretendente já que a caixa é bem cara — o Eunuco falou e ela assentiu agradecendo, apesar da vergonha por conta das palavras dele. Jaeun sentiu um desconforto quanto a isso. Bem, Soojin era bonita, é claro que isso iria acontecer alguma hora. Mas porque ele estava tão incomodado? A pedido do rei, Eunuco Hong ficou para ver o que era, já que não era comum mandarem algo para uma dama de companhia e porque a Kang era uma pessoa próxima também. Com duas mãos delicadas ela abriu a caixa para ver um grampo de cabelo rosa e dourado com adereços chiques ao redor. E quando pegou viu duas letras atrás.

— O que foi? — Jaeun perguntou vendo a expressão de confusão no rosto da mais nova

— Duas iniciais: A e N. Esse não é meu nome — ela falou fazendo os três se encararam confusos

— Srta. Kang, olha! Tem um papel ali — o Eunuco apontou e ela reparou uma carta escondida no canto

— "Suas respostas serão respondidas em breve, mas tome cuidado: algumas perguntas podem ter sérias consequências"

— Alguém está te alertando sobre alguma coisa, mas às vezes pode não ser sobre você, talvez a família real ou o palácio em si — Hyun sugeriu

— Não, alguém mandou para mim. Eu não tenho inimigos, mas meu pai era o general do antigo rei. Mas porquê respostas? — ela falou mais para si mesma

— Pode ser algo relacionado ao seu pai, sim. Eu vou informar ao Rei sobre isso, ele saberá o que fazer — o Eunuco disse e ela assentiu agradecendo e então decidiu ficar com o grampo. Precisava investigar isso.

— Soojin eu vou deixar as tropas em alerta caso alguém venha te entregar mais alguma coisa, estaremos em alerta — Jaeun disse para acalmar a garota

— Eu agradeço. Mas, primeiro de tudo, eu preciso saber quem é A.N. — ela falou

— Você não leu a carta? Você está em perigo, Soojin! Eu sei que você está confusa e com mais perguntas do que respostas, mas você não pode fazer isso sozinha — ele falou quase desesperado e ela sorriu de leve percebendo a preocupação do príncipe

— Eu sei disso, mas se for sobre o meu pai eu preciso saber, Jaeun, você sabe muito bem disso. Eu ainda desconfio sobre a morte dele — ela confessou e ele suspirou. Ela podia ser teimosa, mas tinha um ponto quanto a isso. Se fosse sobre sua família ele também iria querer saber.

— Tudo bem, mas me deixe ir junto com você. Talvez com duas pessoas seja arriscado demais, mas eu sei que eu posso te proteger — ele falou e ela assentiu, algo em seu coração se aquecendo, percebendo que ele se importava com sua segurança. Prometeram que iam se encontrar na frente do palácio. Ela contou para a princesa sobre o pedido estranho e que precisaria investigar essa noite, no qual ela disse que iria arranjar uma desculpa para a audiência dela, mas que ela poderia ir, já que parecia ser importante e temia pela dama de companhia que via como uma irmã. Ela agradeceu a princesa e foi para o seu aposento.

Depois pegou novamente o grampo que tinha guardado. Ela o observou e então logo seus olhos arregalaram e ela procurou o pergaminho que tinha guardado. E lá estava. A lenda da Princesa PyeongGang, onde uma princesa tinha se apaixonado pelo general. Quem possui esse grampo poderia ter boa sorte e fortuna na vida. O que isso tem haver com o que recebeu? Enfim, não tinha tempo para pensar nisso, por mais que fosse curioso, mas Jaeum a estava esperando no palácio. Pegou uma máscara que seu pai usava e saiu para encontrar o príncipe. Claro que ela levou sua própria espada. Afinal, uma filha de um general sabia se defender.

— Hyun — chamou o jovem príncipe

— Soojin — ele se virou a cumprimentando e se não fosse pela situação ela estaria suspirando de amores pelo garoto

— Precisamos ir para o registro do palácio e ver se tem alguém com as iniciais A.N. — ela orientou

— Então devemos ser mais espertos ainda — ele falou concordando e então fizeram seus passos até a sala de registros de nomes para descobrir o que estava acontecendo. Assim que achou a letra A, logo foi tentando achar as siglas. E então havia algo lá. Ahn Nayoung, uma garota que estava na seleção para serem candidatas as rainhas. Não iria perguntar a rainha sobre isso, afinal, que mulher gostaria que perguntassem sobre outras mulheres que competiram pelo mesmo homem?

— Ahn Nayoung era o nome dela. Ela foi candidata a seleção para a próxima rainha na época do antigo rei — ela contou para o amigo

— E o que isso tem haver com ela? — ele perguntou sem entender

— Eu também não sei, mas algo me diz que ela está viva. Temos que ir atrás dela — ela falou e ele assentiu. Quando chegaram lá fora viram guardas a postos e empunhando suas espadas a eles fazendo eles tirarem as suas também

— Vocês não deviam estar aqui — inspetor Jung falou

— Viemos procurar nome de uma pessoa: Ahn Nayoung, conheceu? — ele perguntou e percebeu o olhar do inspetor meio hesitante

— Vocês deviam sair daqui agora mesmo — ele falou e então uma luta de espadas começou, ambos lutando como se suas vidas dependessem disso, Jaeun nem ficou surpresa quanto a habilidade de guerreira dela, seu pai era um dos melhores espadachins do palácio, não é a toa que era general. Conseguiram desviar dos soldados e o inspetor Jung deixou eles irem e disse que não ia comentar sobre isso. Mas assim que Jaeun se virou percebeu que Soojin estava ajoelhada e apoiando a mão em seu abdômen, ela tinha sido ferida.

— Soojin! — ele gritou e pegou ela em seus braços — Não desmaie, por favor, fica com os olhos abertos — ele suplicou e assim que estava saindo viu o Príncipe Kim — Taeyang! — gritou o nome do príncipe que se virou e saiu correndo ao ver a garota em seus braços

— O que aconteceu? — ele perguntou

— Depois eu conto, peça um médico por favor! — ele pediu para o outro príncipe que assentiu e pediu para seu Eunuco chamar o médico real.

— Jaeum está tudo bem, eu vou ficar bem — ela falou, mas ele podia sentir o sangue em sua mão. Logo Taeyang chegou com a sua irmã e o Rei Hwi ao encalço dele. Seus olhos ficaram pesados enquanto ele segurava sua mão e ela não conseguiu ficar com eles por muito tempo e desmaiou

— Não! Não desmaie! Soojin! — ele gritou seu nome e logo o médico pediu licença para ajudá-la. Contou para eles o que tinha acontecido e por algum motivo o rei achava que seu avô, Lorde Sangheon, ainda mais quando Hyun contou que o Inspetor Jung parecia ter hesitado quando perguntaram sobre o nome da mulher. Que segredo era esse que envolvia Soojin? O médico avisou que ela tinha perdido muito sangue, então iria ser algo de emergência. Por ele não ser médico e pela cirurgia ser delicada ele precisou se afastar. Então, uma lembrança veio à sua mente.

— Eu não entendo. Porque vocês sempre me chamam para as coisas? Isso não é errado? — uma jovem adolescente Soojin perguntou. Realmente não entendia porque uma simples dama de companhia como ela era sempre chamada para os acompanhar e deixarem ela ficar

— Porque você não é só uma dama de companhia, srta. Kang. Você é nossa irmãzinha mais nova — o Rei, naquela época príncipe, falou com um sorriso em seus lábios

— Você sempre será especial para nós, Soojin. Você não é só uma empregada da família real, como disse Vossa Alteza, você é como se fosse um membro da nossa família — Jaeun falou colocando uma mão em cima da sua e quando seus olhos se encontraram com ele seu coração parecia bater forte e também se sentia leve pela palavra de ambos

— Exatamente. Você não é só a filha do general Kang, você é a alma desse grupo, Soojin, sempre será — Yuri falou para sua dama de companhia também com um sorriso

Bem, algo veio à sua mente: nunca que Lorde Sangheon iria atacar alguém sem algum motivo, ainda mais se tratando de uma dama de companhia. Para ele a vida das pessoas era insignificante, mas para o inspetor Jung hesitar ao ouvir aquele nome e os soldados quase matar eles por conta disso. Assim foi até onde o Rei estava com Yuri e Taeyang para compartilhar as informações que havia prometido que iria falar. E até mesmo a Rainha do segundo palácio parecia incentivar ela a falar com os outros da nobreza. Seus olhos se arregalaram, se ela era alguém da nobreza, então seria um risco, ainda mais com o chefe de estado no palácio.

— A mamãe participou da seleção da futura rainha da época, ela pode saber de algo sobre essa tal Nayoung  — a princesa de Changdeokgung falou sua ideia

— Você não precisa ir tão longe, querida — uma voz familiar falou-se e a rainha mãe, avó do Rei e dos príncipes Jaeun e Wonsan, entrou no local — Ahn Nayoung é o nome de solteira da sua mãe — ela revelou sorrindo de leve

— Tá bom. Mas porque mandaram um grampo de cabelo para a Soo com esse nome se era da mamãe? — Taeyang falou sem entender

— Eu queria que ela finalmente soubesse a verdade que apenas eu, a Rainha Jooyoung e a dama de companhia Lee compartilhamos. Mas eu creio que alguém contou para o Lorde Sangheon — a mais velha revelou e então o Rei juntou as peças do quebra-cabeça. As coisas no palácio já estavam agitadas esses dias e mais isso para abalar a realeza.

— Dama de companhia Kang é filha da Rainha de Changdeokgung — ele falou e todo mundo parecia chocado naquele momento

— O rei Choi nunca iria aceitar uma filha bastarda e adivinha quem o orientava naquela época? — Rainha Mãe falou

— Meu avô — o Rei falou entredentes

— Mas quem ficou sabendo disso? O general Kang tem algum familiar vivo? — Hyun perguntou

— A irmã dele. Mas não faz sentido ela querer machucar a Soojin — o príncipe Taeyang falou sabendo o quão a tia dela era preocupada com ela

— E não queria, mas com certeza meu avô foi atrás dela — o Rei balançando a cabeça soltando um suspiro — Ele não se cansa de machucar as pessoas

Enquanto isso a cirurgia ainda ocorria, estavam tentando parar a hemorragia. Soojin respirava pesado enquanto os médicos faziam seu trabalho árduo para salvá-la, seus sonhos trabalhavam em sua mente.

— Vossa Alteza! Vossa Alteza! O príncipe Hyun já está esperando você para os preparativos do casamento! — o Eunuco Yun falou e ela sorriu de leve para ele enquanto ajeitava o adereço na sua cabeça

— Já estamos atrasados, você não precisa enfeitar mais nada, Srta! — sua dama de companhia falou enquanto esperava impaciente

— Já estou indo! Taeyang e Yuri já estão lá? — ela perguntou enquanto se levantava e ia na frente

— Só falta a noiva — ela avisou enquanto iam atrás dela

— Eu pensei que você tinha desistido — ouviu assim que chegou no jardim e então ambos sorriram um para o outro

— E porque eu desistiria de você? Eu não desisti depois de todos esses tempos — ela falou feliz que finalmente se casaria com o homem que sempre amou

— Bem estamos aqui para celebrar o casamento entre a Princesa Kang Soojin e o príncipe Lee Hyun, obrigado aos convidados por virem — o cerimonialista falou com um sorriso nos lábios

— Eu não poderia querer isso com mais nenhuma pessoa — ele revelou para ela e então foi aí que ela percebeu que aquilo só poderia ser um sonho. Ela como uma princesa e se casando com o Hyun? Isso só poderia ser sua imaginação. Isso nunca seria real. Ela não era uma princesa e ele não sentia o mesmo e nem poderia ter nada por alguém que não tinha sangue real. Era tudo mentira.

— Você nunca poderia amar uma dama de companhia, não é Hyun? — o príncipe do sonho tombou sua cabeça para o lado — Não que você se importasse comigo antes, mas pelo menos aqui você pode saber que eu sempre amei você, Hyun. Como eu não poderia te amar? O que eu direi para meu coração? Todos os dias eu quero você nos meus braços. Eu simplesmente não posso te tirar das minhas memórias. E eu não quero. Eu sempre amei e amarei você, por isso estou te deixando ir, você merece alguém que te faça feliz e não a filha do general que sente um amor unilateral. Mas eu amo você, Jaeun, eu sempre amei

Os olhos do príncipe se arregalaram tanto pelas palavras finais que ela balbuciou quando dormia quanto pela garota que estava desacordada estar bem. Ele logo correu para seu lado aliviado por saber que ela está bem e que quando ela se recuperasse ele ia contar tudo o que estava sentindo recentemente por ela. Contaria tudo. Inclusive que ela era uma princesa. Ela não parecia entender o que estava acontecendo e então lembrou-se de seu ferimento.

— Por quanto tempo eu fiquei desacordada? — ela logo perguntou

— 2 dias e bastante coisa aconteceu, Vossa Alteza. Lorde Sangheon morreu, você não precisa se preocupar com ele, e o Rei abdicou do trono. Ele era uma mulher esse tempo todo — ele falou

— Isso iria acontecer de qualquer maneira, nós sabíamos disso. E… Espera, do que você me chamou? — ela falou sem entender, será que ela tinha falado enquanto dormia? Ela iria querer se enfiar no buraco se esse fosse o caso. Mas Jaeun apenas sorriu.

— Enquanto você estava desacordada a Rainha Mãe veio e nos contou que a Rainha de Changdeokgung, a Rainha Jooyoung, é a sua mãe. Por isso ela sempre também te tratou como uma filha, você é a filha dela de verdade. Vocês tem que conversar primeiro, eu sei disso — ela arregalou seus olhos. Agora faz todo sentido porque ela sempre foi tratada diferente de qualquer dama de companhia e porque a Rainha fazia questão dela participar das atividades das outras realezas. O Rei não iria querer por perto por ser fruto de uma traição e Lorde Sangheon fez tudo aquilo com a própria neta mal poderia imaginar o que faria com ela. Bem, ela já sofreu isso. Sua cabeça doía — Não se esforce tanto. Descanse — ele ofereceu tentando tranquiliza-la

— Você me jogou essa bomba e quer que eu fique calma? Como eu posso ficar calma? — ela falou ainda na flor da pele nem percebendo que estava quase gritando com ele — Me desculpa, Hyun, é muita informação

— Enquanto você ainda estava sonhando você falou que me amava, isso é verdade? — ele perguntou e então ela arregalou os olhos e os piscou lentamente

— O q-que? Eu f-falei i-isso enquanto eu d-dormia? — ela gaguejou desesperada e pode sentir suas bochechas ficarem vermelhas e ela queria morrer agora mesmo, ainda mais que ele riu de leve

— Eu acho que precisava só dessa informação para confirmar. Eu tive os mesmos sentimentos por outra pessoa não há muito tempo, mas nunca pensei que você tinha se afastado por isso. Eu pensei muito em você até mesmo antes de você sofrer o ferimento, fiquei muito preocupado que talvez o pior poderia acontecer. Eu só conseguia pensar em você todos esses dias que nos reaproximamos — ele revelou e ela segurou sua respiração não esperando essa confissão

— Hyun — ela o chamou sem saber muito o que dizer

— Eu sinto muito por estar te falando isso, sei que não é o momento certo e vou esperar você falar com sua mãe. Mas, assim que tudo isso se resolver e você tiver sua coroação, eu quero que você venha falar comigo no palácio — ele falou e ela ficou um pouco confusa

— No palácio? No seu? — ela perguntou meio confusa e ele sorriu de leve com sua reação

— Soojin, eu sou o novo rei — ele revelou para ela que quase caiu naquele instante, só não caiu porque já estava sentada

— Mas e o seu irmão? — ela perguntou ainda confusa e curiosa

— Ele tentou matar o rei anterior e foi deposto desse título. O meio-irmão do rei precedente faleceu no confronto contra o exército do Lorde Sangheon, que também foi liderado pelo meu irmão — ele suspirou meio triste e ela deu um meio sorriso pra ele, mesmo que não gostasse tanto do outro, ainda era o irmão de Jaeun

— Eu sinto muito, Hyun. Bem, eu preciso falar com minha… Mãe primeiro — era estranho falar essa palavra, mas ao mesmo tempo Rainha Jooyoung sempre foi muito boa e uma mãe pra ela mesmo sem saber que ela era sua mãe verdadeira. Ela assentiu de leve enquanto ficava de pé, mas antes de ir ele pegou em sua mão e acariciou fazendo a garota ficar surpresa com o gesto.

— Eu sei que vai ser uma grande princesa, Soojin — aquelas palavras fizeram seu coração bater freneticamente, Hyun também gostava dela e só isso era o que importava. Bem, eles finalmente poderiam ficar juntos e ele gostava dela. Enquanto caminhava para o segundo palácio não conseguiu esconder o sorriso que formava em seus lábios naquele momento. Pensaria o que ele queria falar com ela depois

Assim que viu o grande palácio sentiu a bile subir e descer, não sabendo exatamente como Taeyang e Yuri reagiriam e muito menos como a própria Rainha Jooyoung iria reagir. Estava nervosa, com mil e uma perguntas e sentimentos mais confusos que todos. Logo depois algumas damas de companhias a ajudaram e pareciam alegres que uma antiga colega de trabalho era uma princesa e logo a acompanharam para aquele palácio, a dama de companhia Lee anunciou seu nome alegremente e assim que aquelas portas se abriram três olhares se voltaram para ela.

— Princesa Soojin — a Rainha, sua mãe, a cumprimentou e logo ela saiu do seu trono e então sentiu os braços calorosos da mais velha e então ela abraçou-a de volta e então sentiu mais braços calorosos a envolverem — Eu sinto muito — ela ouviu a voz chorosa de sua mãe

— Está tudo bem, eu vivi neste palácio o suficiente pra saber o quão podia ser cruel, ainda mais o falecido chefe de estado. Está realmente tudo bem, eu entendi porque o papai mentiu pra mim, eu não te culpo — ela respondeu para a mulher que parecia mais aliviada

— Você é nossa irmãzinha e a gente sempre vai te proteger — o príncipe Kim falou e a princesa concordou

— E se você precisar de ajuda você sempre pode falar com sua irmã mais velha para dicas, nós sempre sabemos — Yuri falou e Taeyang soltou uma risada de deboche recebendo um tapa na cabeça da mais velha e Soojin não pode deixar de soltar uma risada, feliz que eles eram seus irmãos

— Além do que eu tenho certeza que ela irá querer ser a futura rainha, não é? — seu irmão zombou e ela corou com isso

— O que? Como assim? — e então explicou os seus sentimentos por Jaeun e como ela gostava dele e que ele confessou que pensou nela quando retomaram a amizade. Ela ficou animada e que com certeza ela apoiaria a filha mais nova nisso. Ela também explicou o que aconteceu entre ela e seu pai e pode entender todo seu lado. Não imaginava como era a sensação de ter uma filha tão perto e não poder falar nada. Ela não poderia culpá-la mesmo que quisesse. A coroação estaria marcada para o dia seguinte, nunca pensou que um dia seria a princesa, como o mundo é pequeno. Depois da conversa que teve com sua família decidiu visitar Sua Majestade. Eunuco Hong parecia mais animado do que nunca e esperou a dama de companhia Kim anunciar seu nome. Assim que as portas se abriram se curvou ao Rei Hyun.

— Vossa Majestade você pediu para eu vir conversar com você assim que terminasse de falar com minha mãe — até parecia irreal falar essas palavras, mas tinha gostado como soava. Mãe. Ela tem uma mãe.

— Sim, Soojin. Eu pedi para que você viesse. Amanhã será sua coroação, eu providencia tudo junto com sua mãe e seus irmãos. Amanhã será um grande dia para você, você tem uma nova posição aqui — ele falou e ela assentiu

— Sim, ainda parece surreal pra mim, mas eu aceitarei de bom grado aprender com os meus irmãos, por mais que eu fui dama de companhia ser princesa é algo bem diferente — ela falou e ele assentiu

— Isso é verdade. É uma grande responsabilidade ser uma princesa, imagina então para um rei. Mas eu sei que se sairá bem e eu não vim falar disso com você — seus olhos castanhos ficaram meio confusos, ainda mais que o novo Rei parecia querer esconder um sorriso, mas deixou ele continuar — Daqui alguns dias eu irei ter que escolher a futura Rainha, quer dizer, a Rainha Mãe vai me ajudar com isso também

— Bem, eu acho que isso faz sentido, não é mesmo? — o tom de decepção e tristeza em sua voz era perceptível, mesmo não abaixando sua cabeça para isso, mas ele sabia que ela possivelmente iria chorar, então logo se apressou

— Eu falei para ela que não precisaria de mais nenhuma candidata, eu sei muito bem quem eu quero que seja minha futura rainha — agora ela ficou curiosa, a única pessoa que ela sabia que ele gostava nunca mais poderia pisar os pés no palácio e vivia sua vida com o seu grande amor

— E quem seria essa pessoa? — ela perguntou e alguns minutos depois o Rei sorriu e viu ele se levantar e pegar alguma coisa que não tinha reparado no que era e então ele voltou-se a virar-se pra ela com um anel azul claro e uma rosa no meio

— Eu comprei esse anel para dar para uma pessoa e claro que nunca iria dar certo, então prometi que talvez alguém especial iria aparecer, mas quando eu deixei esse antigo sentimento ir eu percebi que essa pessoa especial estava bem debaixo do meu nariz esse tempo todo. Foi então que eu percebi porque o Rei precedente sempre falava algo subentendido. Foi então que eu percebi que você me olhava diferente e por conta dessa realização eu também comecei a te olhar diferente. Eu não vejo ninguém além de você sendo a minha rainha, Soojin — os olhos dela se arregalaram e ela prendeu a respiração. Ela sendo rainha? Rainha do homem que ela ama por todo esse tempo? E o melhor que não é por negócios e sim por amor? Se beliscou para ver se era um outro sonho e ele riu com isso — O que você tá fazendo?

— Só pra garantir que isso é real — ela falou — Você realmente me quer como Rainha, Jaeun?

— E porque eu não iria querer? É você quem eu quero e é você quem eu amo, Soojin. Você não está sonhando — ele falou sentando na frente dela e colocando sua mão em sua bochecha e ela pode sentir seu coração bater quase que em seu pulso

— É que eu nunca pensei que você poderia me olhar assim e eu também não… — antes que ela falasse mais alguma coisa ele tomou seus lábios em um beijo fazendo ela arregalar os olhos por um momento, mas depois se acostumou e o beijou de volta. Isso era melhor que qualquer sonho que tinha tido. Ambos ansiavam por aquele beijo, era perceptível que ele também queria, o que deixou a princesa Soojin feliz.

— Você ainda duvida que eu amo você? Você é a minha Rainha e sempre será. É você com quem eu quero dividir esse reinado e esse matrimônio, se você aceitar, claro — ele se levantou e ofereceu sua mão para que a mais nova se levantasse —  Princesa Kim Soojin você aceita ser a minha futura rainha? — ele perguntou e então ela não se segurou e explodiu em lágrimas de felicidade

— Sim! É claro que sim! Eu sempre amei você, Hyun! Eu quero ser sua esposa e sua rainha — ela falou alegre e assim que ele terminou de colocar o anel no dedo da garota ambos se abraçaram felizes com isso. O homem que sempre amou finalmente estava a amando e iria se casar com ele. Parecia que finalmente havia achado o final feliz que sempre sonhou.

— Desculpa por nunca ter retornado seus sentimentos antes, eu prometo que irei compensar por todos esses anos — ele falou quando se afastaram, mas ele ainda segurava sua cintura

— Isso não importa mais e sim, eu sei que você vai — ela respondeu, ambos sorrindo um para o outro e foi a sua vez de beijá-lo. Ambos finalmente com o coração calmo e acalentado, pois finalmente tinham um ao outro. E sempre teriam.

E de repente, você é aquele que eu tenho esperado

Rei do meu coração, corpo e alma

FIM

[starry-bi-sky]

Stuck in the middle of a forest made of

Flesh and bones and they're all scared of

A lost little boy who has lost his heart

Fear's not enough, they have to

Tear him apart —-------

There are two things Daniel Fenton knows that his family knows as well: 

He’s adopted.

He can’t remember anything else before that.  

‘Adoption’ is a loose term, implying that they went through the official legal processes and troubles of adopting a child into their home willingly, and with the full intention of doing so going into it. That is not what happened. What happened is that Jasmine Fenton found a half-dead child, in strange clothing, in the middle of the woods at her Aunt Alicia’s cabin, and then she went and got her parents. 

What happened is that a twelve year old Danny woke up in the same cabin, wearing clothes much too big on him that didn’t belong to him, and with very little memory of before that moment. He wakes up like a spring being set loose, sitting up so fast he scares the daylights out of Jasmine Fenton sitting next to him. He wakes up, reaching for his sleeve for something that isn’t there, and when it isn’t his mind stutters, like he’s tripped at the top of a steep hill. 

When they ask him for his name, he tells them, clearing muddled thoughts from his mind; Danny. He’s twelve.

(He thinks that’s his name, at least. It sounds right; it feels right. If he thinks really hard about it, he thinks he can remember someone calling him that, utter adoration in their voice. So it must be his name.) 

The Jasmine girl convinces her parents to take him home with them, and they give him the spare guest room upstairs. He has nothing to fill it with.

It’s… a strange experience, to go to a ‘new’ home when he doesn’t even remember his old one. 

The official adoption process… happens. He can’t say it’s easy, or difficult. He’s oblivious for the most of it, Jasmine intends on helping him settle in and Danny can’t say he enjoys the smothering. He learns that he is stubbornly self-independent, that’s one new thing he knows about himself. 

His adoption papers say ‘Daniel J. Fenton’. Danny remembers staring at the name ‘Daniel’ for a long, long moment, something curdling sour in his sternum. His name is Danny, that he knows. But it’s not Daniel. But he doesn’t know any other way of saying it, so he keeps his complaints to himself.

(Jack Fenton boisterously claps his hand on Danny’s shoulder and jerks him around, grinning wide as he welcomes him into the Fenton Family. Danny’s mind blanches at the touch on his shoulder, an instinct snapping like the maw of a snake, telling him to cut off the man’s fingers for daring to touch him.) 

(He keeps the thought to himself, tension rising up his shoulders the longer Jack Fenton’s heavy hand stays on him.) 

They found Danny in the summer. It’s a perfect coincidence, Maddie Fenton says before she goes back into her lab with Jack Fenton. She says it’s enough time to allow Danny to adjust; that they’ll enroll him into the school year in the fall. Then she stuffs a canister of ectoplasm onto the top shelf, and disappears like the ghosts she studies back down the stairs.  

(There’s something eerily familiar about the ectoplasm sitting in the fridge, something unsettlingly so. Danny knows what that stuff is, but he doesn’t know where. When the house is empty, he takes a can from the fridge and inspects it.)

Jazz wants him to leave the house. Danny doesn’t want to step foot outside of the FentonWorks building until he has something that quells the feeling of vulnerability he gets whenever he does. He tried to once, and he felt exposed. Unsafe. 

He turned back around and went inside.

—-------

Where do we go

When the river's running slow

Where do we run

When the cats kill one by one

—------

One day, when the house is empty — or, as empty as it can be; the Fenton parents down in the lab, and jazz out with friends. Danny is making a sandwich, and he caves into the urge to flip the knife in his hands between his fingers. A childish impulse, but one he falls for nonetheless. It comes to him easily, like second nature, in fact. The slip of the blade between his fingers is seamless, flowing with an ease like water running down the wall.  

He’s almost startled by it; his body holds memories that his mind does not. Muscles that know which way to move and twist, limbs that know how to hold and how to throw. He continues twirling it, fascinated, as if he were a scientist discovering a new species of animal. 

It’s not for a handful of minutes when a new thought hits him; an impulsive thought that pops in the back of his mind like a firecracker; Danny moves without thinking. 

He turns, and throws the knife. The pull of his shoulder, the flick of his elbow, is familiar like a hug. He knows when to let go, and the blade flies through the air in impressive speed, embedding itself into the wall with a hearty, loud thunk. Sinking into the drywall like butter. 

Danny stares at it in shock, he feels relieved — about what? — before he feels the guilt. He scrambles across the kitchen to pull it out, heart racing in his chest at being caught, and prays no one notices the hole it left behind. 

(He runs up the stairs before anyone can find him, food forgotten, and hides the knife beneath his mattress like a guilty murder weapon.)

After that, he leaves the house more. It’s more out of fear of being caught than the desire to leave. But Danny is quickly learning that among all things, he is someone who was dangerous, before he lost his memory. Even with his mind in fractures, he is still dangerous. 

He’s not sure how to feel about that — he thinks he should be scared. He feels a little proud, instead.

—------

Hazel beneath our claws

While we wait for cerulean to cry

Unsettled ticks run through time

Enough for the hunt to go awry

—-----

There’s another thing he learns about himself. That he knows about since he woke up. He knows that he left someone behind. He doesn’t know who, but he knows they must have been close; he’s always looking down and finding himself surprised when the only shadow he sees is his own. 

He thinks that he must have sung to them a lot; he finds himself humming familiar melodies when he’s lost in thought. Lullabies lingering at the tip of his tongue, an instinct to turn and sing them to someone beside him. He can’t remember the lyrics, but his mouth does, it tries to get him to say them when he’s not thinking. He can’t. 

Danny’s found himself humming under his breath more times than he can count, trying to recall whatever it is his mind is trying to claw forward. 

(“That’s a pretty song, Danny.” Jazz tells him at breakfast one day, Danny screws his mouth shut. He hadn’t realized he was humming. “What is it?”) 

(Something mean and possessive rears its head on instinct, uncoiling like a snake from its ball. His shoulders hunch defensively, he bites his cheek to prevent himself from baring his teeth. He doesn’t know what song it is, but it’s not for her. “I don’t know.”)  

He misses his person. Dearly. He knows, the longer he is without them, that they must have been close. Otherwise, he wouldn’t feel like he’s missing a chunk from himself. He wouldn’t be turning to someone who's not there; reaching for a hand that’s missing, birdsong on his tongue, a story to tell. 

A dream haunts him one night. Warm and familiar, he’s holding onto someone smaller than him, they’re tucked into his side like a puzzle piece. He’s humming one of his songs that is always playing in the back of his mind, an unfinished tale of a harpy and a hare. Danny can’t remember their face, not all of it. He remembers green eyes, hair dark like his own, skin brown like his. 

He loves them more than anything else in the world, a fact he knows down to his soul. He loves them so much it fills his heart with sunlight. Danny squeezes them tight, nuzzling into their hair; he makes them laugh. Then, he proudly boasts something. That when he takes something of their father’s, that his person — a sibling? That feels right — will be… the word fades from Danny’s mind before he can make sense of it. 

His person hugs him tight, his… brother? And their mother — a woman whose face he can’t remember either, but who he loves like a limb nonetheless — appears, smiling. Her hands reach for them both, voice calling them, ‘her sons’. There’s ticking in the distance, it sounds like the fastening of chains.

Danny wakes up cold, tears streaming down his face. The details of the dream already fading from his mind like the cold pull of a corpse.   

—-------

Harpy hare

Where have you buried all your children?

Tell me so I say

—-------

When school starts that Fall, Danny joins the sixth grade class, and quickly learns more things about himself. One of those things being that he’s smarter than the rest of his grade, whatever education he had before, it was better than the one he’s getting now. 

Everyone knows he’s adopted right off the bat. He tells them when the teacher forces himself to introduce himself, but it’s not like they needed him to tell them for them to know; he never existed in their little world before now, and the Fentons are pale as they come. Danny is not.

He befriends Sam Manson and Tucker Foley; they ask him about the scars fading up and down his arms, they ask him about the scar carved diagonal across his face.

Danny, as politely as he can, tells them he doesn’t remember. He thought kindness would come second nature to him, his dream burned into his mind where he hugged his brother so sweetly. Apparently, his sweetness is only second nature to people he considers his own. 

(It becomes even more apparent when Dash Baxter tries to bully him later that day, and Danny ruffles like an eagle threatened. His mind whispers, hissy and agitated, sinking like a shadow at his shoulder, several different ways Danny could kill him for talking to him like that, and fifteen more ways he could cripple him.)

(Danny ignores those thoughts, up until Dash Baxter tries to grab him. Then he breaks his nose on the wood of his desk. It’s easy how quickly the rest of his grade sinks him down to the status of social pariah.)

(At least Sam and Tucker still talk to him after that. When Danny goes to the principal’s office later, he wisely doesn’t mention the worse things he could’ve done than break Dash Baxter’s nose.)  

—--------------

It clicks and it clatters in corners and borders

And they will never

Hear me here listen to croons and a calling

I'll tell them all the

Story, the sun, and the swallow, her sorrow

Singing me the tale of the Harpy and the Hare

—-------

More dreams come, of course they do. Each one halfway to forgotten whenever he wakes up, ticking faint in his ears. He is many different ages. He is young, shorter than a table. He is older, holding onto his little brother. He is singing in almost every single one. He is singing to his brother. 

Danny can barely remember the lyrics, he’s begun leaving a journal by his bedside so that it’s the first thing he can write down when he wakes up. He’s a storyteller, he learns. He feels like a historian, trying to piece together a culture long dead and forgotten. 

His most vivid dream-like memory is not a happy one, and for once he’s almost relieved he barely recalls it. He is somewhere that isn’t home, but his mother and brother are there. He is dressed in black, blades keen in his hands. 

They are atop a moving train. They are fleeing something. His brother is struggling to keep up, he is small, and young. It’s beautifully sunny, they are somewhere green and lovely. 

It is a fast dream. 

His brother stumbles on something, and Danny, fast as a whip, snatches him by the back of his shirt and hoists him up to his feet before he can fall. “Watch your feet, habibi.” He murmurs low, a hand on his back. It’s hard to hear, there is wind in their ears.

His brother, face obscured in all but his eyes, which are green as emeralds, nods. 

The dream blurs, but Danny falls behind. His foot catches on air — impossible, it should’ve been, at least. He never trips. — and he lands against the roof with a thud and a grunt. His mother and brother stop, and turn for him. 

The train hits a turn before Danny can get up, and he shouldn’t have, something pulls on him, he swears, but he slips. He can’t find the purchase to pull himself up, cold fear hits him as his nails scrape against the metal. 

His mother and brother’s horrified faces are the last thing he sees before he disappears off the side of the train. 

(The ticking is at its loudest when he wakes up, pounding against his inner skull. He only manages to write down ‘train fall’ in his journal, before he’s flipping over to press his head into his pillow to get the pain to stop.) 

—---  

She can't keep them all safe

They will die and be afraid

Mother, tell me so I say

(Mother, tell me so I say)

—-------

When Danny is fourteen he is still humming songs he can’t remember, his mind still in a broken puzzle. But his room is now decorated with stars and plants in every corner. He has a guitar he keeps in the corner of his room, and he plays the lullabies in his head on the strings over and over again. 

The ectoplasm in the fridge still unsettles him, still reminds him of a past he can’t recall. The knife beneath his mattress has returned to the kitchen — he doesn’t need it. He found a box in the attic last year, it had his name on it, and inside he found familiar, strange clothes, and more weapons than he thought was possible to carry on one person. 

(Even without knowing that the Fentons prefer guns to blades, Danny knows, instinctively, that they were his weapons. He was — was? Is — a dangerous person. He takes the box down to his room to sort through. The weapons all fit into his callused hands almost perfectly — the grooves worn to fit his palm. They’re just a little small.) 

(He tentatively takes a small blade with him to school one day, and feels much more comfortable with it sheathed beneath his shirt. He’s kept it on him ever since, like he’s reunited a lost limb to himself.)   

Danny doesn’t have a name for his person, his little brother, nor does he have a name for his beloved mother. He’s haunted by dreams every few weeks, many of them repeating. He’s ingrained the words he can remember to memory, and the ones he doesn’t, he writes down in his journal. His little brother; Danny calls him a bird, he can’t figure out what kind. His little bird of some kind; when Danny takes something from their father — what, he can’t remember what — then his little brother will be a little bird. 

(He doesn’t have a name for his brother, yet, but he’s calling his birdie in his head. It’s better than nothing.)

—------

Seeker, do you ever come to wonder

If what you're looking for is within where you hold

Will you leave a trail for them to follow a path

You'll soon forget

Home

—---------

When he’s fourteen, Danny dies. It does nothing to fix his fractured memories, much to his consternation. It just confirms something he already knows; that he was someone dangerous, and that he still is. 

When the shock of death has worn off, Danny inspects his ghost in the metal reflection of the closest table. It’s blurry, hard to see, but shock green eyes pierce back at him, green like the portal. Lazarus, Danny’s mind whispers, and he blinks rapidly.

‘Lazarus,’ he mouths to himself. It’s familiar. Sam shows him with her phone what he looks like, joking that he looks like an assassin. Danny doesn’t think she’s that too far off. 

He doesn’t tell her that. He tucks the thought away with the rest of his secrets, and fiddles with the hood gathering at his neck, attached to a cape with torn edges swinging down to his ankles. He pulls it over his shock white hair. It shadows over his face impossibly so, until all you can see are his green-green eyes peering out like a wolf hiding in the brush.

He ends up calling himself Phantom. 

(Maybe now he can start putting lyrics to his lullabies; his memories may not have returned, locked away with the sound of a clock, but the dead can talk. One of them may just have answers.) 

----------

Home is where we are

Home is where you are

Home is where I am

-----------------

Dedicated to @gascansposts for being the one who introduced me to the band Yaelokre, and thus being the whole reason I was inspired to write this in the first place >:] Those lyrics at the line breaks are all from their album Hayfields.

[putthesefoolishambitionstorest]

SELF-INDULGENT ELDEN RING FIC MORGOTT/TARNISHED OMG! I've been wanting to make this for awhile and voila it's here :) It isn't perfect but I had fun writing it and hopefully it turns into a long fic.

HE HAS SUCH LOVELY HANDS OMG ❤️❤️

[beyond-the-m0ons]

we deserve a soft epilogue (my love) on ao3

Just a little fic I came up with after learning that Lee Hwi and Jung Ji-un had twins after episode 20! I plan to turn it into a series — since I feel like they could’ve given us a bit more of happiness after so much suffering —, but this is the only one I’ve published so far. Hope you guys like it!

[aria0fgold]

Whoooaaaa! Life gotten bit hectic again but like not events but more like just me. Was feeling melancholic??? like, bit down in the dumps lately but I’m feeling better now! :D And then I had my wisdom tooth removed yesterday! Ngl tho I didn’t realize it was my wisdom tooth up until the dentist said it cuz I always referred to it as the tooth at the very end. For smth called a wisdom tooth, it sure dont grow out wisely.

Been practicing writing again too! But more like, practicing planning. I at first wanted to continue a lil personal story about my OC, Alec and while expanding more on smth I realized a lot of loopholes everywhere in his overall story and ngl, doing a self-test style where I create questions for me to answer helped a lot in finding those loopholes.

Cuz like, I’m the type of writer that goes with the flow and worry bout things later which is honestly not that good as planning goes. I’ve tried like other ways of outlining that I’ve searched up but nothing worked out and now I finally found one that does! So I’m thinking of doing that same technique with my fics too cuz there’s a lot I need to connect with everything and it can also help me with figuring out where to go next!

[goldenjedikenobi99]

A Lion's Pride, a Stag's Fury - 3

I do not own anything. This is just for fun!

Gerion I

It was a moonless night. The sky was dark and thundering. The sea was a little rough, but it was to their advantage. The waves were hitting the ships from behind, making them move easier towards their destination. It was a storm without a storm. No rain, no flash of lightning. And yet the noise from the wind was roaring. It was like nature itself was aiding them. Nobody could see them sailing through Shipbreaker Bay. Nobody could hear them. They were invisible.

Gerion was counting his breaths. He was standing on the deck of his small ship, waiting. He had no clue how much time had passed since they had begun rowing. He could see nothing else but the tiny torch of light at the back of the ship. That had been the smuggler's idea. That way the other ships would not lose their way, while at the same time they would not be seen by a long distance. Hopefully.

Gerion could not believe what they were attempting. This whole plan was dangerous. More than dangerous. If they were not killed by Redwyne and his fleet, then they would surely find their demise in the sea. A real storm could start any minute. And then nothing would save them from joining Steffon Baratheon in his watery grave. In all honesty, what was Tywin thinking? His brother had probably lost his wits. Why else was this green boy so important that Tywin Lannister would endanger himself, his heir and one of his brothers?

Gerion could not think of an answer. All this was surreal to him. He remembered the day it started. He had been drinking wine with Kevan when Tywin had come looking for him. He had made a jape that his Golden brother would seek him out himself, but Tywin had not reacted at all. Not a disappointed frown, not a downturn of his lips. Nothing. Instead, he had ordered him to find the best sailors in Lannisport and bring them to him by the break of the following morning. And then he had left. 

Despite being known for his recklessness and flippancy, Gerion was a clever, perceptible man. He could acknowledge when a situation was just a simple problem and when it was indeed dire. And at that particular moment, he had recognized his brother's tension. So without further thought, he had done exactly as asked. 

He had gathered 400 men. Young, strong, but experienced sailors who knew how to do their job. And he had brought them to his brother. It had surprised him that Tywin had wanted him to remain while speaking to them. And he had been even more incredulous after the end of his speech. Apparently, his brother had decided to join the Rebels. And he needed to smuggle Jaime out of King's Landing. So, he had decided to send forty of these men with Gerion as their Captain to do the job. And he had wanted it done in a fortnight.

Gerion had been so flabbergasted that he had been unable to hold his tongue.

"Are you mad, Tywin?" he had asked incredulously.

His brother had only stared at him before turning back to the men.

“Who among you can do as I order?” he had asked.

About 50 young men had walked forwards with some hesitation.

"I am giving one thousand golden dragons to each of you that reach King's Landing in a fortnight. I don't care about the winds. I don't care about the storms. Anyone who can make a sailing ship move by at least 200 miles a day will receive a thousand golden dragons. Now, can you accomplish what I am asking?"

Immediately all fifty men had burst into applause. Every single one of them had accepted the challenge. 

Gerion for once in his life had been completely speechless. He had turned to his brother wide-eyed.

"You leave in the morning. You will take a small sailing ship. You will travel fast, but carefully. When you reach Flea Bottom you will search for a man named Davos. He is a smuggler. You will pay him whatever price he wants. In exchange, he will have to help get Jaime, Elia and her children out. The plan is written in this paper right here. You will explain everything to him as I say. And afterward, you will join me and the rest of these men in Tarth. Let us see then if this Davos will smuggle us through the most prominent fleet of Westeros."

Tywin had spoken these words loudly for all to hear. 

“Every sailor that follows me to Storm’s End, each and every one of you who follows my orders will be rewarded with 500 golden dragons.”

The rest of the men had applauded too.

Tywin had then turned his solemn face to him.

"For once in your life, make me proud, brother."

And then he had left.

From then on, everything had passed quicker than possible. Gerion had read Tywin's letter time and time again. He had learned it by heart. And even so, he had not been able to understand Tywin's reasoning. His big brother was risking everything for Stannis Baratheon. Despite that, he had followed the instructions to the letter. Finding Davos had been quite easy. Persuading him to do the job even easier. He had a family to look after. Gold was gold.

Quite unexpectedly, the plan had worked and before he knew it Jaime was sitting on the deck beside him. But there had been one surprise. His nephew had not spoken once. Not once in the three days back to Tarth. He had not smiled at his japes. He had spent all of his time with the Dornish Princess and her little ones. Gerion had felt worried for the first time in his life.

They had found the seven ships Tywin had written about exactly where he had said. Tywin had joined them on their ship immediately. But before he had touched both of his feet on deck, something ludicrous had happened. Jaime had jumped on him and held him in a tight embrace. Gerion had almost laughed at his brother's expression. His mouth was opening and closing like a fish. He was gapping at his son. But, of course, Tywin being Tywin, he had managed to regain his composure too soon for Gerion's liking. He had grabbed Jaime by the shoulders and to Gerion's astonishment had hugged him just as fiercely. 

That had been some hours ago now. Tywin had spoken with the smuggler for a long time before they decided that the best moment to start their operation would be in the dead of night. And that was that. 

Gerion let out a shaky breath. It was time to get some answers. All this darkness was getting on his nerves.

He moved towards the only cabin of the ship where he knew he would find his brother. He opened the door and got inside. Tywin was sitting on a chair near the table where a lone candle lit up the room. He was looking at Jaime who was pacing rapidly. Princess Elia was in another chair with her children sleeping in a pile of clothing near her.  Gerion moved closer, but no one paid him attention.

“It’s war, then,” his nephew whispered without stopping his movements.

“It is. Prince Doran and I came to an agreement. We shall expect more than 30,000 men in a fortnight.” his brother answered in the same tone.

“Are we sure that everyone will be convinced of my death?”

“If you followed my instructions to the letter, then yes.”

“We did as you said. With the armor and everything. And the body was already headless.”

“Then everything is going according to plan.”

“So our forces will come the same time as the Dornish?”

“Around the same time, yes.”

“And what about the Princess and the children? Wouldn’t they be safer in Dorne?”

“Absolutely. However, this ship is carrying salted fish and onions. It is important that it arrives in Storm’s End alongside the galleys. Prince Doran agreed quite reluctantly. But I gave him my word that his family will be protected at all times.”

His brother turned towards the princess.

“As I wrote to you in that letter, I intend to keep my word, my Lady. Storm’s End will be safe for you all.”

“I believe you, my Lord.”

“And what about us, Father? Uncle Gerion would be of more use with our fleet, not trapped inside a castle. And I could be assisting uncle Tygett when the fight starts. You know that I am the best swordsman that we have.”

“You will not fight, Jaime. You will be safe inside the castle guarding the Martells. If I die, you will be the Warden of the West.”

Jaime looked stricken.

“You will not die, Father. I am too young to rule.”

Gerion almost coughed in laughter. Was that Jaime speaking? He saw his brother raise an eyebrow questioningly.

“Is this not the part where you say that Tyrion is my heir?”

Jaime’s gaze, much to Gerion’s surprise, hardened.

“Yes, well, you will not need to pretend anymore in my presence, Father. It became common knowledge that he is not your heir.”

Gerion was perplexed. He looked at Tywin. His brother had become serious.

“What is that supposed to mean, son?”

Jaime grew more livid, if possible.  

"How could you, Father?" finally hissed careful not to wake the children.

His brother only stared at him.

"How could you leave that animal live?"

Gerion was confused.

"What are you speaking of, Jaime?"

His brother's gaze was calculating.

"I am speaking about that raping monster!"

Tywin still only looked at him.

"He raped my mother and you did nothing!"

Gerion could have sworn that his heart had stopped beating. He couldn't breathe. He strode over to Jaime and seized him by the arms. 

"What did you just say, boy?" he thundered.

Jaime looked him in the eyes.

"He raped my mother," he pronounced every word.

At that moment a scratching sound made him turn around. Tywin was slowly dragging his chair backwards. Gerion watched him as he stood and came next to him. He looked at Jaime intently.

"Did he tell you?" he asked in a deadly calm voice.

“Drop the act, father. What does it matter if he told me when you already knew?”

Tywin bared his teeth in anger.

“Did… he… tell… you?”

Gerion cringed. This was not good. He looked at Jaime. The boy had a horrified expression in his eyes. He could feel his tremors in his arms.

Jaime finally nodded.

Gerion swore at that moment that he would never forget what had happened next. Tywin's labored breathing, the whitening of his face, his form crumbling to the floor, his scream of anguish. And finally his tears. He swore to himself that whenever he found himself doubting Tywin's humanity, he would bring this moment in his mind. 

Gerion slowly approached Tywin. He dropped down and hugged his older brother cruddling his head on his chest. Tywin did not resist. He just kept crying silently. After a while, Jaime joined them. 

"We will avenge her, papa," he whispered.

Tywin opened his eyes. They were full of steel. The anger was gone, the anguish was gone. All that remained was a heart made of stone.

"Yes, we will."

Gerion grew a little scared. This was not a time for another Raynes and Tarbecks.

"I hope that you don't mean us, my Lord.", came the steely voice of princess Elia.

They all turned to her. But before his brother spoke his mind, Gerion tried to be reasonable.

"No, Tywin. They are not at fault. Aerys and Rhaegar, yes. They are both mad and rapers. But not these children. They are innocent."

"They are dragon spawn!"

"No, Father! Think about your friend Steffon! He was half Targaryen, too. Are you going to kill his sons, too?"

Tywin considered his boy. He blinked his eyes a few times before he sagged forward in the arms of his brother. 

"You are right, Jaime. I will most definitely not." Then he turned to Elia. He stood up and approached her. "I already gave you my word. Now I do it one final time. You have my word that nothing will happen to you or your children by my hand. However, the Targaryen's reign is over. I will not allow Aerys or his son to keep breathing. If you ever consider taking the crown for your son, then I will consider you my enemy, my Lady."

Elia nodded. And then as if reluctant she spoke quietly. 

"I would have done the same, my Lord."

Then she did something unexpected. She brought up her hand and she touched his cheek with compassion. Gerion was shocked that his brother allowed that. 

"I wish that you find someone to mend your heart, my Lord. Now that I have seen it so utterly broken, I pray that there is someone out there who will turn this stony face of yours into the handsome lion that my mother used to speak of. And do not worry. I will keep this to myself. After all, I am in your debt for saving my life as well as that of my children. Take care, my Lord."

What Tywin did next was baffling. He took her hand from his cheek and kissed her palm knightly. 

"There will never be anyone like Joanna, my Lady."

He then turned and left the cabin in hurried steps.

Gerion shared a worried glance with Jaime. After a silent communication, he followed after his brother. He found him in the quarterdeck staring at the darkness. He approached him quietly and put a hand on his shoulder. His brother’s only reaction was a long exhale.

They stayed like that for a long time.

I hope this was not out of character! Thanks for reading!

[luciadiosa]

The Kings Feelings

"I am disapointed you didn't tell him we are friends after you talk about me!" Ji-Un complaints with a big gesture of his hands.

Hyun, his friend, smiles. "Now he knows."

On that warm night the friends meet to share some time together. The dark sky is enlightenend by the few laterns which hangig on a rope to guid the way of the town.

After dinner and some drinks they walk in the direction of the palace.

"Bad enough you talk about me. What did he say, huh?" The prince' teacher stops in front of his friends. He puts his left hand on his hip and point with the other at Hyun.

"Don't worry. It was nothing special." he answers and smile. Just in the moment of the beginning of the protest, his eyes catches the glimpse of a shadow. A woman. You.

Stumbling above your own feet. With a clear jump, Hyun bridge the distance and grabs you on the hip and head. You feel the fabric of his clothes on your skin. His tight but gently grab at your back of the head and you breath ou a long time.

He turns in movement to prevent your falling.

Ji-Un falls against the railing of the stone bridge and headed off on it. His eyes go to the royal family member.

Hyun standing there with you in his arms. Your back is bend and you would fall on it if he would let you go. Your eyes meet his. Eyes as gently as his hand and that smile. A red flusch coloured you cheeks.

With one pull he helps you on your feet. "Are you alright?" he asks and smiles politly at you.

You nod: "Yes. Thank you." A strand of your hair got lose. You strikes it behind your ear.

"Y/N!" A man shouts. He stops beside Hyun and takes a deep breath. "How should i take care of you when you running away? You could scratch your pretty face. Think about all the possible husbands! Just because you need to get a drink."

Your eyes go from your friend to Hyun. A deep sorry for your friends lays in them.

He is cearly more drunk then you but insist to protect you. His warning look at Hyun leaves him unimpressed.

"Let us go home! i am tired and you should rest too."

You bow shortly in front of the prince before your friend lays a arm around your shoulders (more to stabelize himself). For one second you turn your head to catch the picture of your savior. His tall body. The dimples on both of the corner of his mouth while he smiles. The dark deep eyes which contains so much knidness. And the feeling of his hand lets your heart beats a little faster.

"Wow. You didn't really bring out a word. Neither her.." Ji-un notice and stops beside Hyun. " Wo is she? It seems she didn't know you part of the royal family."

"No. I just saw him once but don't know the name." He turns away of the dark outlines of you which dissapear in the night and watch Ji-Un. "But she smelled like you right now. Clearly she wasn't sober and on her way home with her friend. Like us."

Hyun starts walking. "I guess she likes you after you saved her. Should I discover her? Or maybe commandant Yoon could." Ji-Un suggests and pats his friend back.

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I have some more chapters (lol 10) for a fanfiction which continues here. But i am not satisfied with the other ons. it is a little messy and there are defintily needs to be some more chapters in between.

but if you liked the start i am happy to hear from you. feel free to reblog, like, comment it. and if someone ones to be on a taglist: tell me. :)

[crazycatkatetrap]

Decided to post this since I've only been releasing the chapters, not the little drawings and sketches I've made for it🥺 I promise y'all, I'll release more art of my AU, I just need to find the time to post them😅

[x-0ophelia0-x]

Back at it

hey!!

It's been quite some time since I've posted a ff here :'D

I didin't lose the motivation or smth like that, I just started to watch a lot of series and ended up not having the time to write anything 💀

However, I just finished one of these series (the ending left me heartbroken like- I'm still not over it, the writers just killed everyone :'D)

Which means that these 4-5h of watching every day have to be filled somehow :)

There are a lot of Ezra ff's on my profile so I guess that, yes I'll still write for him, but I'm also going to add new characters to my writing desk.

Soo feel free to request any scenario you'd like to read, I'm down for everything except for NSFW.

Other Fandoms I'd write for:

jujutsu kaisen

attack on titan

demon slayer

genshin impact

and for K-Drama fans, tbh I haven't watched many yet but if there are any 'The Kings affection' or 'Empress Ki' fans among you, I'd be more then happy to write ff's for Kim Gaon or General Tal Tal.

They are so criminally underrated like-

ANYWAY

That's it from me for now 🤍

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC X DP Fanfic idea: It's all Fun and Games Kids!

Danny Fenton moves to Gotham.

He moved there not because his parents ran him out of the house. His dad was bawling and begging him to stay while his mother spent three full days writing up different graphs to show how much safer was by nearing by so they could protect him.

(It's not like he still lived with them. Danny had moved out to his own place in amity when he was twenty-five. Moving clear across state lines wasn't much of a difference in his eyes)

He moved there, not because the ectoplasm was high. Ectoplasm is everywhere on Earth, and quite frankly, Gotham's was as polluted as its water was. It made the air spicy.

He moved there not because he was offered an amazing job or a life-changing opportunity. Danny's full-time job was writing novels. They were all based on his adventures in the Ghost Zone -with changed names of course- and were a hit online. He also had all of the Ghost King's gold.

He moved there simply because Danny wanted to.

Something about the city called to him, in a way that said "Hey this could be your home." He visited once for a Humpty Dumpty concert and fell in love with the sights, the people, and the life of Gotham.

Now some people would accuse him of being mad. Those people probably had a rebellious teenage stage where they had done crazy things like sneak out of the house, underage drink, sleeping around, or smoke something.

Danny, when he was a teenager, was fighting for his life and the lives of the ungrateful townspeople.

He didn't get to his rebellious stage. He didn't get his rush of doing something stupid because he was young and thought himself bigger than life.

So here Danny is, living his life as he pleases to make up for it.

He doesn't have to sneak out of his house since he owns it, he rather not drink or smoke (would they even affect him? His healing factor has never been tested against it) and Danny would like to be emotionally attached if he decided to sleep with someone.

What then does a man with too much time, too much power, and not enough bad young person decisions do?

He flirts with Death.

Death just so happens to be Batman-shaped.

Now it's all fun and games. He knows he doesn't have a real chance with Batman- it's Batman. Way out of Danny's league.- but that doesn't mean he can allow himself to fall into stupid situations and be dramatically rescued by the crime fighter.

Now if only his kids weren't so good at their jobs.

"You really should be more careful, Mr. Fenton. This is the third time this week" Nightwing says while untieing him. Danny does his best not to pout at the other. He had been having fun finding the answers to the riddles.

He wasn't at all worried about the fact he was placed over a pool of burning chemicals. He had been tried to a chair that was carefully balanced on overlapping ropes. It wire would snap with each correct answer, until he would fall his demise unless they could outsmart the Riddler.

Danny had gotten five out of ten correct before Nightwing burst through the ceiling.

"I don't mind," Danny says rubbing his wrists. "Better me than someone innocent."

Nightwing's lips purse "You are innocent."

"Yes, but I hardly matter in the grand scheme of things." Danny waves his hand missing the look of distress on the hero's face. He looks around the darkness of the ceiling hoping to spot a certain crouching figure.

"Is Tall Dark and Daddy here with you?" He asks Nightwing when he fails to see him.

"Please don't call him that."

Danny shrugs, suppressing his smile. He twirls back around to Nightwing pulling out a piece of paper from his jean's pocket. "By the way, I found the other victims, hid them in the cellar, and drew a of map of Riddle's bombs for you. You're welcome."

Nightwing stares before carefully taking the map. He taps his ear twice, muttering in a code- for that may be English but sounded like gibberish that it can not be anything else but code- and only after he hears a voice respond back does the hero give a strained smile. "Thank you, Mr. Fenton. This helps a lot."

"You're welcome!" He repeats with a bright smile. It's so odd for his efforts to be appreciated. Odd but nice.

Danny waits for the other to do his Bat-trained disappearing act- sometimes he wonders if Gotham gave her Knights a form of invisibility- but the man remains.

He shuffles his feet uncomfortable and Danny's eyes light up. Oh! Another attempt to get him to stop flirting with his father. What fun~!

"Mr. Fenton.....last week Red Robin rescued you from the Joker. Do you remember?"

"Yes. Red Robin is a great kid."

"A kid....weird for you to call him that when he's only a few years younger than you." Nightwing starts but Danny holds up a hand.

"I'm older than you"

There is a tight frown on the other man's face now. "You are not."

"I am." Danny pulls out his wallet flashing his ID card. The downside to his Ghostly powers is that he seems to be aging at a slower rate- at least physically. His parents theorized that he would take two years instead of the one that his aging required. Not an accurate number but the closest they had especially since both his parents were late bloomers and had baby face.

While Danny might be thirty-eight he appeared to be no older than nineteen.

"Mr. Fenton I don't think you should be carrying a fake-"

"Stay away from my father Harlot!" Robin screeches falling down from the shadows above. He points a very sharp sword at Danny's neck, sneering the whole time. "He has better things to do than rescue a love-struck worthless fool!"

Danny, leans on the top of the sword, eyes drinking into Robin's slight flinch when it cuts his skin a little. This is it. The Rush he had been craving for.

"I don't mean to be kidnapped Robin honest. It just sort of happens in Gotham." He makes his voice and body innocent in a way even Orphan can not tell he is lying. He knows because Clockwork confirmed the last time they met that the girl read his body language just as he wanted her to.

The two ghosts met up regularly to watch his overly "sweet" eyes fluttering and cheerful "Oh Batman you rescued me~!" performances together for a good laugh.

"You lie! You plan for this to happen to try and seduce my Father!"

Huh. The kid was smarter then his foul mouth and snobby behavior looked. Still Danny only had to twist his face into confusion for Nightwing to step in. The other vigilantes pulled the scowling child away, scolding him for harassing frightened civilians.

It was fun to see but nothing beat making polite come-ons to Batman- nothing gross like catcalling but more of overly thankful and dreamy sighs. Maybe he should see what Two-face is up to?

Surely the man would take him hostage and Batman's many children would be too busy to save him thus leading the Dark Knight himself to come to his aid.

Or in a world where Danny Fenton decides that it would be hilarious if he took on a Brucie Wayne persona in Gotham. Complete with a Heart-eyes-it's-beefy-Batman mentality that tricks the Batfam into thinking he is a Himbo who has bad luck for always getting caught up in villain schemes for being at the wrong place and wrong time.

Also, the Bat kids make it their life goal to keep Bruce from rescuing Danny since they do not like watching Fenton flirt with their dad. Even if Bruce himself ignores the boy they can't really threaten him.

Danny Fenton isn't being malicious or anything. He's just a boy with a crush who doesn't know better.

Clockwork is cackling, recording his favorite parts of Danny's interactions with the Bats.

[ohnonotnow]

my library

here's some of the best the hobbit/lotr fanfics I've read cuz they can be quite hard to find and I wanna help

will update the list as I read

Thorin

Smoke, iron and Thorin

Fire and Gold

Learning Khuzdul

Braid of Gold

Thorin being soft

The Beauty of Chance

Those Hands

Misunderstanding

The arrival

A king's crown

Covered In Steam

There's just inches in between us

Thorin after a long day of training with his nephews

In This Moment 

Agreement

Symphony of your life

Oh so quiet

Confession

Find Your Way Back

Fili

fili oneshots

Moonrise

The Most Unpleasant, Defective, and Abominable Incident

Stay with me

The Redeemer

Durin's Garage

Restless

Lost My Way

Kili

The book keeper

insecurities

The beauty and the Beast

getting back at Kili for teasing

My Treasure

Madly in love

It's in his kiss

Love Bites

Sway With Me

Wood Carvings

Softly. . .

Sweet like nectar

A Shot in the Dark

Beorn

Early Mornings

Beorn takes care of you when you're injured

Linger

Legolas

Watcher of Wanderers

The Innocence of Brutality

Blessing

Sensitive

Being best friends with Legolas

Hazy Memories

Spellbound

Thranduil

Bookworm

Relax

Best friends father

Fascination

Flower On My Skin

To Meet Under the Stars

Passenger Princess

Autumn Thunderstorm

I Could Love You With My Eyes Closed

Haldir

Gentle Dark

Lindir

My Heart Is In Your Hands

Moonlight

Just a Little Help

Warriors Great Tales

The Fountain

Return to Me

Èomer

Burnt Bread

A Helping Hand

Wildest Dreams

Falling In Love With A Librarian

SFW alphabet

Happiness

A Roll in the Hay

Blessing

Turning Points

More characters

various characters oneshots

Imagine: elves having highly sensitive ears and you finding out by accidently touching them.

Journey to Erebor

Hair braiding

Elves + Braiding

What Type of Kisser is Each LoTR Character?

The Hobbit Characters + Physical Affection (Suggestive Version)

A Headcanon For Each Member of Thorin’s Company

Cuddling With Thorin's Company

Imagine some of the elves of Middle Earth find out how easy it is to make you (a human staying in Rivendell) blush and become aroused.

The LOTR characters reacting to a modern reader

[bangtanshelves]

JJK Fanfic Recos

Hi. These are some of the fanfics I've read.

I've read A LOT but I'll only be including the ones I really enjoyed reading.

I'm in the process of recollecting them, please bare with me.

I'm also updating this post often, so whenever I end finishing a fic I like I just post it here. hehe

💓 - Fluff ❤‍🩹 - angst 🥵 - smut 🚨 - violence/drugs 🤪 - crack ⭐ - fav 🎣 - latest addition to the list

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚. SERIES ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

My Love is Here - @/solemnreads

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹 (so much angst, I love it), 🥵 summary: "You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened."

Knife's Edge - @/readyplayerhobi

Completed ✅

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵, 🚨 The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. It’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?

Four Seven Eight - @/jiminrings

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹 (fic made me cry) ,🥵 you’re secure when it comes to loving jungkook, knowing that your husband loves you beyond words. what you aren’t so secure about is his first love — someone who isn’t you.alternatively, jungkook’s married to you, but he still celebrates his anniversary with his ex out of sentimentality.

Close to you - @/muniimyg

Completed ✅ ⭐

genre: 💓, 🤪 It should've been easier than this, right?In which oc and Jungkook sleep together and he can't get over it.

Falling Skies - @/fortunexkookie

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. Once upon a time, she had called you her sun and him her moon; it was fitting, given the constant push-and-pull between you two. You used to consider him a friend, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Please Love Me - @/ahunderedtimesover

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 As the only unmarried Jeon and Kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. But despite developing an affection for Jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. You’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

Lowkey - @/xpeachesncream

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹, 🥵 In order to pass organic chemistry and pay off your car damages from an accident, all you have to do is help the nerd, Jeon Jungkook, with a few things: pretend to be his girlfriend and teach him the way of dating.

Hotter Than Hell - @/chateautae

Completed ✅ ⭐

Genre: ❤‍🩹, 🥵 Jungkook, Lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he's unsure of. Embarking on his journey for the answers should've been easy, if it weren't for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. Kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover Lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and Jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

An Ode to a Broken Heart - @/smoochkooks

Ongoing... ✍

Genre: ❤‍🩹 (bro I've been crying over this fic for days), 🥵 (future smut)  you’ve watched jeon jungkook slip out of your reach your entire life. now it’s time for you to finally move on, bury the past and open a new chapter. however, you’re doing it in your own, unconventional way - by publishing anonymously a novel about your miserable relationship.

Mutual Help - @/personasintro

Ongoing... ✍ (this is also posted on AO3)

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 (damn... that's all i can say)  in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

Way Back Home - @/solemnreads

Ongoing... ✍

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹 (please i really love angsty fics, fite me), 🥵

"Please tell me this isn't what I think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. You look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. You look into his eyes, broken, and sad. You've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. But here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "Yes... they're your children."

Strawberry Kisses - @/pixieknj

Ongoing... ✍

Genre: ❤‍🩹, 🥵 (Chapter 1 has been posted, but its something else) Jungkook is notoriously known as a f^ckboy who doesn’t eat p^ssy, until he finally gets alone with you…

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚. ONE-SHOTS or TWO-SHOTS ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚.

The Right Choice - @/honeytae

Genre: 💓 for as long as you've known Jungkook, you would think that you're witnessed all sides of him. But when you notice the way he's looking at you right now, you think you may be wrong about that.

Rainy Days - @/rklve

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Your life choices left not only yours, but Jungkook's hear broken in pieces. Now you're back in town, and just like Pluto, even if its cold and dark he tends to orbit around his sun forever.

High Demand - @/bunnyhugs77

Genre: 💓, 🥵, 🚨 A modern day Romeo and Juliet

SOJU - @/hoseoksluna

Genre: ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jungkook gives you all that he has—his feelings, his dominance and his cum.

Lost & Found - @/kooktrash

Genre: ❤‍🩹 (if you squint), 🥵 your college years have never been something you dwelled on for too long. you didn’t want to think of all the chances you lost and that’s why when the guy you had a crush on moves back to town, you try not to let it affect you again. but then he brings up old memories that didn’t go the way you thought they had and you’re thrown for a loop. you’re stuck between finding something new with him and falling back into old habits of never standing up for yourself. it probably doesn’t help that he dated your best friend, where everything seemed to go wrong.

Bottle Up Old Love - @/wintaerbaer

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.

Pink Sapphire - @/jiminrings ⭐

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹(please I'm a sucker for this) ,🥵 Having Jungkook as a husband is great as far as arranged marriages could go; he's easy to love. Your relationship's perhaps become so easy that Jungkook doesn't think sometimes— and that's what makes it the easiest for you to hate him.

Will it fit? - @/jeonsweetpea

Genre: 💓, 🥵, 🤪, ❤‍🩹 (just a little bit) So what if your roommate caught you masturbating? At least he forgot about it the next day. But he can't exactly forget the big dildo you left in your shared bathroom...

Break up with your Boyfriend - @/spideyjimin

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 Jungkook, the campus fuckboy, has decided to make you his next victim, but you're far from being like any of his previous hookups. You're not single. You're actually in a very long-term relationship with Baekhyun, the man you consider the love of you life, but it's for sure something that won't stop Jungkook. He wants you, and he's going to do absolutely everything to have you, even falling in love.

Paint me naked - @/gimmethatagustd

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹,🥵 After the mysteriously hot guy in your university class starts taking an interest in you, should you really trust that he's not like all the other college fuckboys? Especially when his best friend is the guy who broke your heart?

I hate you, I love you - @j/ungblue 🎣

Genre: ❤‍🩹,🥵 You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends... and you're absolutely in love with him; he's in love too—just not with you.

How to Get a Guy - @/taeshobipop 🎣

Genre: 💓, ❤‍🩹, 🥵 Star basketball player Jeon Jungkook has a reputation as the ultimate fuckboi. He's loved by everyone. Everyone. And you would have followed suit if he had not broken all your strict Roommate Rules™ within the first week of his stay. Jungkook, on the other hand, thinks you're absolutely bizarre. But there's a silver lining— Mr. Fuckboi here knows basketball captain Min Yoongi, your dreadfully clueless crush. He strikes up a deal with you: he'll teach you the ways of flirting if you lessen your load of rules (so Jungook can continue persuing his way through the ladies on campus). Yet the longer Jungkook spends with you, the more he realizes that maybe he doesn't want to tbe the campus fuckboi anymore. The problem is, how does he prove that to you?

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𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝅄ֹ ׅ♡ ೀ ʚĭɞ ‌ིᨴּ ˒˒۪

(Crazy) Yandere [Nerd] Boy x Soft!Chubby!Fem!Reader ༢𓏲๋ ⊹ ֢

𔓘 Tw : Kidnapping, Extreme Noncon (y'all are strangers bro), Rushed Fanfic, Mentions Of Blood, Virginity-Take, Extreme Somnophilia, Stalking, Extreme Obsession, Impregnate, A little of Bondage, Seriously dude you're fucking with a crazy nerd boy who is a freaking stranger to you like y'all didnt know each other but this madman is really know you to the soul from all his stalking and stuff. this fanfic is quite the Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Chubby reader fics with no skintone of reader mentioned.

𔓘 A/N : y'all.. this are f***king insane bro.. like this is kinda disturbing imo as a writer of this and also a lot of suffocating. Read at your own risk. me myself actually like the extreme yandere fics but this is still the prefix of it. stay safe while reading this because again; y'all are a stranger!! if a dark content yandere isnt your cup of tea then i highly recommend you to spend your shit at other blogs!! ty.

W/C : 6,4K for Stranger Fucking 💀

Currently thinking abt nerdy men who looks like they would shit in their pants when someone raised their voice at them, but the truth is; he's really really quite the strong. he's a nerdy man who arent shy at all (or maybe just a little) and he's simply just dont like to be bothered by anyone else. he's also a nerdy man who told himself countless time to just focus on studying and studying, and at the first moment; he actually manage to do it within his daily life, well until he met you.

You; plump, soft looking girl with chubby cheeks and doe eyes. you dont even know how much you affect him didnt you? arent you just dumb? walking there and then with such a tiny skirt that almost showed up your plump ass cheeks. walking down in the hallway with such dress that hugged all of your curves together perfectly. oh if only you find out how every night he would spend his time in his bedroom alone while his hand thrust his own cock up and down, thinking about you. he would be drown in his thoughts about how you would find out all his dark fantasy about you. but.. he do realize he shouldnt be doing this actually, no really, he should just be studying, but the soft laugh and those.. those whimpers terror you gave him just drove him to his edge.

And the fact that he masturbate about you when you both are clearly still stranger - is fucking crazy. he mostly had heard of how'd you talk, whimper and moan (wait.. how did.. he know?) and stuff like that while your own self being completely un guard around him. he swear to his thumbs he hated you for making him felt like this, i mean how could you?? a plump girl just trying to get into her daily life as normal as usual can make some nerd dude mad in love with her without her being aware at all?! he cant do this.. he cant do this anymore..!

And he really cant do it anymore. as he go to your apartement at midnight after finding out where you live. peeking through the window to what you were doing only to find you dressing in a short pastel rainbow dress lingerie with big bows placed in the back of your hair, dancing to some songs.. and oh my god he cant even explain how much he want to ripped those colorful dress lingerie off your body. he has no doubt at all that you have the most beautiful body he would ever sees in his entire life.

As he drown himself in his own thoughts until he heard a telephone ring -- it was your friend! your male friend! as you picked the phone up, talking with your friends, while he sees with his own eyes about the way you laugh softly at what-god-knows your friend was muttering to you. he doesnt and he would rather bury himself alive than admitting about the fact that he was really, really, envy and jealous. as he harshly breath at you, while all his body is literally focus with you. his eyes seeing you from head-to-toe, his ears listening carefully about the conversation you're having as his mouth try to resist to open it again because well um -- he is quite the drooling over there. that was it until you start to walk towards the front door where he was outside!!

As he sees you carefully, while hiding himself in the corner, and focused on the door handle you're about to open. until........

Until he quickly enough to put his arms and placed it onto your mouth, shuting you up until you passed out and bring you to your new home his home. as he open the bondage he placed at your mouth, and pinch your chubby cheeks until he sees your whimpering again. thats it! thats the thing that always drove him mad everydsy everynight. thinking about you whimper at whatever he was doing was like a holy candle for him. he then stood himself up, looking at your half unconscious body, and then start to strip you... to naked.

As he softly ripped all the dress lingerie you weared, and after he got the look at your boobs, he slowly put his hands up at where your nipples on, and start playing with it. while his eyes focused on your face, waiting the reaction he have been wait. and until then... you are moaning. honestly he have been thinking that he was in a dream that time. i mean -- he do have seen you moan by the way he always check on you secretly.. but he never except his own self to be the only one who could capable enough to hear your soft moan. as he sped up the phase of his hands playing your nipple, while his own other hand strat to undress himself.

And until he and your own finally completely naked. and... oh god to be damned. he swear he always sees you at some kind of whore while your other friend sees you just as an innocent normal girl, and he always have no doubt about his feelings That you have such an erotic body and at the end.. he was actually right. you do have a very very.. pleaseable body. as he placed his hands into your half unconscious body, lowering it until his hands touch your private part -- your pussy. he slowly but surely put his 3 long fingers in to play with you, and to be surprised or.. shocked even, that you are so so fucking damn tight! he even sure that your pussy is one of the most tightest thing he'd ever placed his hands on, as he quickly sped-ing up his pace at playing your pussy, watching you moan and whimper become one, he cant believe what he saw. you're literally still half unconscious! but yet you somehow still manage to bring out the sound he would die for with! at this rate he doesnt know if he wants to wake you up or just let you still be half unconscious so when you wake up, you're gonna have a some extra surprised with your naked body that has been covered with his cums. as he thinking about it while he placed his (quite big) cock at your pussy. trying to rip those tight wall of your pussy off. thats what he was trying to do until your pussy start showing a little drop of blood out of it.

Oh.. he get it.. yeah he actually get it. You're a Virgin arent you? oh.. such sweet cheeks.. well too bad yoi're going to give all of your innocents left as his own hands and dicks. the body of someone you dont even know at all. he actually felt (just a little) bit of guilt. but who cares anyway? you're literally still half unconscious! as he said it to himself while he tried his possible to pound your ass up at your fat pussy. going in and up in every corner. at first it was slowly, but then he start to change the position into a mating press just so the cums and the blood are still there. as he quickly but surely speeding his pace up like a mad man. at this rate he was at the edge of doesnt gave a fuck about the fact that you're still half unconscious but then he's also at the edge of shock and unbelief because of how you are still not waking up at his pounding.

And all of those pounding ends when his cock start to dried out with how your fat pussy suck all his cums and sperma in. pulling his cock out of your pussy only to see the view of the inside of your pussy, being drown with his cums. as his hands hold your body up just so all the cums he had restored isnt goung to spill. and until then he slowly put his hands down, letting your body down into the mating press position, watching your pussy spilling all of his cums like a fucking waterfall. (his cum waterfall) and then he placed his palm hands at your cheeks softly, while quietly muttering about how he would take care of you, and keeping you safe and that you wouldnt need to be scared of him (even after all his done to you) as he placed his other hand at your undressed belly, and then stroke it with such gentleness because he knew that right now, right at the almost-morning time, that you're going to be swellen with thousands - thousands of his sperm, and at the end of the month, he would see you placed your own hands at your bellies who at that time was full with his kid. oh how he cant wait... he just hope that you wouldnt be freaked out about the fact that you just found yourself in a unrecognizeable place with a literal fucking stranger who is now has placed a baby inside of you. yes, a baby -- his baby.

TSUKISHIMA KEI, ITOSHI RIN, MEGUMI, Itachi, Shikamaru, Nanami, Neji, Tobirama, Deku, KUNIMI, Muichiro, SEMI EITA, Konoha Akinori, Venti, XIAO, AL-HAITAM, Akaashi, KOZUME KENMA, & hatake kakashi.

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wait, yo there’s an entire mage magic system in this au? Might I ask for more details?

Sooo...

The short answer is that is a soft magic system, with no hard rules, it's just fun with the characters.

The long answer on the other hand...

I had a similar ask before, but since then some things changed, so I guess I try to explain it as best as I can.

So! This is a magical-fantasy-medieval AU, I was loosely inspired by arthurameslove 's fic This Lonely Knight, but since then I made my own version of a similar premise. The magic system is based on the original fears, the avatars are people who are affected by their magic, in one way or another. The more close to the fear the person is, the more magical effect it has.

The most known magic users are witches. They go to school to study, and from there, they can go and become advisors in small kingdoms where they can get gifted titles like Lady and Lord, but they don't get actual lands or servants.

Jon is not an advisor, but Elias' protégé and he can afford to employ Martin, who is a Knight, and previously worked for Lord Lucas. Elias is the advisor of King Magnus.

The kingdoms are based around the Fears, with most avatars being nobility or witches. (I wasn't sure if I wanted to make Simon a noble or a mage, maybe he is not so open about his skills) The witches are glass cannons- they can be really powerful in some situations but otherwise, kinda weak so is a common thing to have a designated knight bodyguarding them if they leave their palaces.

Martin is 'touched' but can't do magic the way Jon, or other witches.

If a witch finishes school, they are respected and believed that they can control powerful magic (with circles and runes) without it affecting their bodies and minds negatively - not like Jane Prentiss, for example. She was a noblewoman who got- corrupted.

Not every witch goes to serve nobility, there are plenty of small village witches, and Gertrude also tried to leave the palace and become a bog witch kinda deal.

Innisially for this au, I made the 'witch factor' the characters' connection to the eye in canon. I didn't see either Tim or Martin really eye-aligned, so I made them knights instead.

Since then I added Sky Mages for the Vast avatars- I just tought flying and stars and sky really deserve their own coven.

I'm not sure about the other fears names and schools jet. The phrase Seer Mage came from @skell3 's fanfic inspired by my comic, and I loved it so much that I baked it in my au. Also, the thought that eye-aligned mages are all about seeking truth and other's secrets, while can't really fly or fight mutch was funny to me.

So this is a loosy-goosy system that I'm still working on. I'm also open to suggestions- like with Basira and Daisy- they ended up being witch hunters.

or Georgie and Melanie

And I changed Michael from a jester to an actual noble/prince

So yeah, I hope this answers your question. Mostly a character-based, case-by-case thingy.

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Matching - Portgas D. Ace

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This is a little idea I had for a larger Ace fanfic I'm working on. I might revise this! Please let me know if he's in character or not...I'm starting to have my doubts.

It had been the better part of a week. No, maybe a whole week at this point. While before you’d spend most of your free time around him, now you were constantly “busy.” Heck sometimes he even finds it difficult to find you on the Moby Dick! Was this the end of the honeymoon phase everyone warned him about?

Were you starting to get tired of him?

You kept sneaking around...without him! Before you used to sneak around together! Worse still is…every time he pops up to see you, you always seem like you're hiding something. It's like quickly stashed papers, and tightly clenched fists. It’s the way you spin on your heel, and tense up, when you used to not do that at all.

What was maddening was how when the evenings would hit, or even at random parts of the day, you’d run and crash into him with a huge hug. You’d beam at him bright and genuine just upon seeing him, heck you’d be practically vibrating with joy as you’d squeeze the life out of him. He’d almost turned to fire once.

Maybe you weren’t tired of him?

When you did cuddle with him, your eyes seemed to linger on the tattoo on his arm. He’d even woken up to you tracing it with your finger once before. You’d looked sheepish that he’d caught you admiring it…actually you looked a little…panicked too…

You’d squirmed in his grasp when he asked you about it. Saying things like how it’s pretty, and how it’s a tattoo unique to him, so you were admiring it. You're pretty good at dodging his line of questioning whenever he voices his suspicions about your behavior. You were also incredibly sneaky about distracting him with your affections, and by the time he’s regained his original line of thought, you’d already be gone. 

There's something fishy in the air and it's not the sea king he caught the other day.

He only finds out what it is you'd been scheming behind his back when he gets back from a mission. He was so distracted for most of it. He couldn’t figure out why you were so clearly avoiding him sometimes…were you having second thoughts? What was going on? Was this an elaborate prank?

He was still in a daze as he made his way back to the Moby Dick. You used to bring peace, yet right now you’d thrown him into turmoil. He hated the way he was doubting you. He hated not knowing what was wrong.

“Hey look Ace’s back!”

“How’d it go champ?”

“Aaaaaaacee!” It was your voice that pulled him back completely.

He’d barely had a moment to look up than you’d thrown yourself on him with a hug. The force of it all almost send him toppling backwards. His hat had been knocked off his head, and he could feel the press of its medallion on his throat. He's relieved at how genuinely happy you are to see him, yet still an unease twists up his stomach in knots.

You pull away much too quickly, pulling his arms and rotating them, checking for any damage. The way you're checking up on him to make sure he's not hurt and that he's okay floods his entire system with warmth. Yet he can't help the constriction in his chest and the nagging as to what it was that had you sneaking around before he left if you missed him this badly?

He can hear the crew laughing at the obvious display of affection.

“Being bold there little missy,” they taunt you.

You shrink in on yourself a bit, embarrassment catching up to you. However when you take his hand in yours, and whistles and cheers break out, “I was doing it for Ace,” the timidity in the lines of your shoulders and face brings the heat to his own face, “I thought he might like it.”

He squeezes your hand in his. Yet his brain screams at him, then what was all that sneaking around about?

Unsure how to deal with things, he just studies you closely as you ask him about how things went and how the mission was. You're not up to anything really, or at least it doesn't seem like it. You're as attentive and engaged as ever, things are just as they used to be before.

You drag him to the kitchen, knowing he must be hungry as he usually is after a mission. You even sit with him in your little corner of the mess hall while he eats, something you hadn’t done much prior to his departure. He's talking to you about the guy with the interesting abilities that he'd fought with his mouth full, and you're indulging him.

Yet even as he tries to fall into your old pattern, the confusion only festers further. What had been going on with you?

He feels absolutely awful, doubting you with the way you’re listening to him like he's the most interesting guy in the world. To be fair, to you, he really is. He keeps talking and chewing and answering your questions, yet the thing he really wants to talk about is bubbling just below the surface. Somehow all the tension and excitement peaks and he goes head first into his plate of food.

When he finally comes back to, there’s no food on his face, and he’s resting on his arms on the dinner table, his plate off to his side. You’re still next to him, gently brushing your fingers through his hair, patiently de-tangling any clumps you come across. He groans while sitting up and blinking the sleep away.

“You’re up,” you observe aloud, “here let me clear these out of the way for you.”

You get up from beside him, unthinkingly pulling your sleeves up your forearms, and reach for the plates around him. He notices something odd about one of your hands as you walk away with the stack of plates in your hands, but before he can say much you're already on your way to the kitchen counter. He watches you, lethargically shoving food in his mouth as you hand the dishes over to Thatch, who looks at your hands, then looks his way for a moment with an amused grin.

He could actually hear the next thing as the cook raised his voice, “nah leave those dishes to me, go hang out with your loverboy.”

Had the pirate not shoved you away with a plate of food in hand, Ace got the feeling you would have pointedly ignored Thatch’s teasing to do the dishes. You walked back, your brow and lips pursed in a kind of indignation. He couldn’t help the little huff of amusement. You’d gotten much better at handling their teasing over time, but he wouldn’t deny it was cute how it would get to you sometimes.

You took a seat beside him again, sliding the plate the cook had given you towards him. Your…well he could only hope he was still really your beloved, just stared at you in silence as he chewed. For some reason it made you squirm.

That’s it. He’d had enough. He has to figure this out. You’d said it yourself, it’s really important to communicate things! That’s how relationships last!

“You’ve been real weird lately,” was what came out as he grabbed the new plate of food, “you been avoiding me?”

His brow furrowed at the way your gaze immediately fell, taking your expression with it, and how you began to fidget with your fingers - a nervous - wait. Ace’s hand extended to grab your left one, bringing it up to his face.

There on your left wrist, right where your pulse sat, in black ink sat the letters ASCE, arranged horizontally and smaller, but a perfect replica of his own otherwise. Instinctively he rubbed his thumb across it, almost as though he was checking to make sure this wasn’t an illusion and that wasn’t just normal ink from a pen.

You were looking back at him, he could see it in the way your shoulders bunched near your ears, and the wobble of your lips, and how you couldn’t keep eye contact for too long, but kept glancing back at him…you were nervous. He absentmindedly began drawing circles on your wrist, just staring at you.

“I was avoiding you, I guess,” you admitted, “I was hoping to surprise you with that,” your free hand moved to play with the hem of your shirt, as you shrunk even more, “was it presumptuous of me? Should I have asked first?”

“For a second I thought I’d managed to chase you away,” he admitted quietly, looking back down at the mark of permanence you’d etched into your skin, “that you’d gotten sick of me.”

You snatched your hand away before he could think, moving in to embrace him, “get sick, of you? Then I’d be a tasteless heathen or…whatever, unworthy of you- totally - completely - absolutely unworthy of you!”

Your arms tighten around him, “I’m so sorry I put you through that love.”

“All that sneaking around was for this tattoo?” He couldn’t help the involuntary little crack in his voice. “You really did surprise me darlin’.”

He pulls away from you first and his hands find your wrists, and his eyes again fall onto the symbol, the symbol of him, lovingly tattooed into your skin. A mark to let people know just who put the ring on your finger. 

He didn’t look up from it, even when you spoke up again, “Ace,” he just traced circles over the mark that sat proudly in bold black letters, “I’m really sorry that I made you feel that way - wait does that sound? It’s not-no wait. It’s my fault!” He glanced up at you for a moment as you struggled to put what you wanted to say into words, working strenuously to apologize sincerely.

His lips wobbled upwards.

He couldn’t help it.

You’d gone out of your way, to tattoo his mark onto your body. He couldn’t help but stare at it as he continued to rub circles with his thumb. Not only that, you were straining yourself so much all because he voiced that damned insecurity of his.

“I didn’t mean to put you through that?” You tried again. “I wanted it to be a surprise, but I didn’t want to hurt you.” You paused, and he felt you move closer. “I’m sorry if what I did hurt you-no-I’m sorry that I did hurt you.”

There was a pricking at the corners of eyes, as he finally took his eyes off your little gift to him to look at you. There was a kind of relief, or maybe it was appreciation? Maybe even a tinge of surprise? He was touched, that was one thing he knew for sure-if the fire that burned in his chest was any indication. He was a sick bastard for appreciating this, wasn’t he? Seeing you so genuinely apologetic - it was alarming really, did he really deserve this apology when he was doubting you? How could he ever hope to compete with this?

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for, doll,” his voice was uncharacteristically quiet as he continued to rub circles into your wrists.

“No I do,” you insisted, “Ace, I’m happy you’re communicating how you felt to me,” you responded quietly, but firmly, “so don’t downplay how it felt when I was the one being sneaky.”

“You didn’t mean any harm though,” his lips pull into a gentle smile as he slowly brings your tattooed pulse up to brush his lips against it before flicking his gaze to meet yours, “you were here prepping this lovely gift for me and I was only thinking of myself.”

A smirk tugs at his lips at the way you have to shake yourself out of whatever spell he’d placed you under, “just because I didn’t mean any harm, doesn’t mean I didn’t do any harm,” you press on, shuddering a bit when he brushes another kiss to your pulse, “if you did the same, I’d probably have felt the same way too, you have nothing to feel bad about.”

“Forgive me for doubting you, cariña?”

He almost laughs at the affronted look you give him, firing back a, “forgive me for hurting you, love?”

“Nothing to forgive,” he’s smiling more now, “I’m glad you were being so sneaky, made this surprise all the better.”

“Don’t downplay your feelings Portgas D. Ace,” he could hear your frown, “your feelings are important to me, you’re important to me.”

“My full name cariña?” He couldn’t help but tease.

“Yes,” you answered immediately and he looked up to see how upset you looked - it was almost annoying - he’d rather not dwell, “I want you to get just how upset you were off your chest.”

That got a chuckle out of him, despite the irritation that was rising.

“I don’t want to think about it too much,” his smile fell for a moment, “I don’t want to ruin this happy moment with stupid emotions in the past.”

“But I don’t want them to fester-” 

“Mi amor,” he looked at you, almost pleading, “it’s true I felt like you were ignoring me, but seeing your little surprise makes me the happiest man on the five seas.”

Seems that was enough to quiet you. Though… “six, if you include the All Blue.”

When you chuckled at him, he felt his smile returning. He honestly couldn’t care less about the past. He’d said his piece, you’d talked it out, he didn’t care anymore.

“So, you know I love you right?” The timid way in which you asked was enough to knock the wind out of him.

Yet, he grinned, and brought your marked pulse up to lips again, “I love you too.”

“Oi get a room!” The two of you startled at the sudden shout coming from the other end of the mess hall. “Sure we can barely see you in your little corner, but the lovey-dovey energy in here is off the charts!”  

“Shut up Thatch!” Ace fired back. “You’re just mad you can’t gossip to Marco about it!”

“You’re the one blocking the show!”

“Good!”

“It’s real funny though,” there was a pause, “who’d have thought the wild Fire Fist was actually a huge pile of mush!”

With the newfound yelling, people started to file into the mess hall. Which was when he noticed it was mostly empty prior to that. Of course among the people who filed in was the aforementioned first division commander.

“You like your little surprise Ace?” He asked the younger man.

“Wait you knew?”

“Who else would she ask yoi?” The medic gave him a lazy grin before turning to you. “So, did you get to say what you wanted to say yoi?”

Ace studied you as you shook your head looking both disappointed and sheepish.

“What did you want to say?” He couldn’t help but ask.

You huffed, a sheepish smile wobbling your lips, as you moved to his left side, your right hand pushing his upper arm to show more of his tattoo.

"See,” you held up your own tattooed wrist next to his arm, “now we match."

Extra:

Ace later: “I’m gonna marry her.”

Marco (who is next to him): “aren’t you already married?”