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rozaalright · 3 months

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Every detail I caught about revived q!Tubbo:

Sensitive to noise

Changes the subject a lot

Aggressive tendencies such as yelling

Uncontrollable emotions

Yearns to do something valuable

hates wasting precious time on unimportant things

possibly insecure?? always wants to know how people feel about him/if they hate him

has an urge to know who the residents think the worst parent is

Wants to be in control at all times

slight issues with memories (nothing drastic)

yearns for things to change

Isn't afraid of challenging authority

Murderous tendencies

Sense of justice

Knows something about q!Hideduo (they have "limited time")

What I've noticed is that most of these qualities are normal to qTubbo, but we can clearly tell that this person isn't the one from before.

He has the same skin, the same personality, the same connections with people, but he is the exaggerated version of the previous qTubbo.

He is quite literally just a carbon copy, a clone, recovered data. He is as if something tore apart the body and rebuilt it piece by piece. This is qTubbo, but with the incorrect formula.

We all know qTubbo is sick and tired of people taking things from him and pushing him around, that he loved his daughter, that he has low self-esteem and that he has plans for things, but those are just qTubbo's thoughts and feelings. After the revival it's as if qTubbo (instead of treating them like simple thoughts and wants) he is treating them like instructions.

"They WILL pay, they WILL learn, things WILL change" instead of "I want them to stop, I want things to change."

This qTubbo is just backed up data, nothing else. Its a shell that is acting like what qTubbo is, but it doesn't quite get it right. And we are not getting him back because this is him restored with backup data and ancient stone and it will continue to live on

(however I am very scared for the eggs and other residents because this tubbo doesn't really seem scared of anything, like he kept yelling and chayanne and even hit him so lets hope that it gets at least a little better lol)

#SO SO PROUD OF TUBBO #LITERALLY BEST LORE #qsmp tubbo #qsmp #qsmp lore #qsmp theory #qsmp rant #tubbo #qsmp eggs

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 months

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Happy with the staff content this year but am I the only one who is disappointed with the PV we got? It's basically a slideshow of art we've already seen, major downgrade from the year 1 PV that had literally all the events. There was a drop in quality of the anniversary PVs over the years and it really shows this year. Sorry if you find this too negative I don't mean to hate I just wish Twst would do better for it's ANNIVERSARY.

[For everyone's reference, here are the anniversary PVs in order of release: 2021 / 2022 / 2023 / 2024]

Mmm, now that you mention it, I noticed this trend with the Halloween PVs 🤔 For year 1, there was a video that showed all members of the NRC casy, even those that did not receive cards at that time. There were then several short variants of the PV released for year 2/Endless Halloween Night (part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4). Altogether, they feature all of the characters, including the students from year 1 but heavily shadowed and with glowing eyes to indicate ghostly possession. Even Glorious Masquerade features all of the students that get new cards for the event plus Rollo, although there are notably more still shots here. The Stage in Playful Land CM, by comparison, is significantly shorter and only shows us the three SSRs (Ace, Ortho, and Kalim) as well as the two new characters (Fellow and Gidel).

As this anon has said, the anniversary PVs have changed a lot over time too. The first one was the most animated and integrated several event outfits. The second one was also animated a fair amount, but you can tell corners were cut in some places where they transition to photographs/still images. This alone works thematically given that the player is a photographer, but you can still catch dips in quality when it comes to the art style. I remember finding Deuce running and the Kalim + Silver flying scene odd, as well as Jade and Trein's faces strange in general. Then the third PV rolls around and it only features the third years; the animation also seems to be much more sluggish (although this could be a stylistic choice; not sure). A friend actually recently pointed out to me that Lilia's pose looks like he was pulled straight from other assets; his artwork in the animation is almost the exact same as his smiling expression in the game. This year's is the most different (+ most static) and, like year 3's PV, only provides "new" content for a select few characters (the dorm leaders). They also reuse pre-existing illustrations already found in the game that don't seem to be picked for any particular reason (like, there are random Master Chef/Culinary Crucibles groovies in there). This direction, I'm guessing, is less costly and more efficient than making an entirely original animation, which is what was done in previous years. (Not that Disney or Aniplex is hurting for money to fund this, lol) Would I have preferred another PV in the style of year 1's? Yeah, for sure. I want to see other events and their outfits animated! Was what we got this year bad? Not necessarily; I think the production and editing was very technically impressive, but I'm still sad we didn't get anything substantially "new" to chew on (as someone who isn't a fan of most third years or the dorm leaders). Maybe it's just something we perceive as a deficit only because year 1 set the bar so high. It is what it is; whoever was in charge of the anniversary PV was probably doing the best they could with whatever budget they were given 😔 Let's hope that next year's will be a return to form, or that at least the money/effort is being redirected to other bigger projects (maybe the anime?).

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sea-buns · 1 month

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hey to a gorgug liker what do you think about his nightmare section from sophomore year? cause I feel like the horror there is less “ah my grandparents were racist” and more “fuck am I being a stereotype? are the people who hate me right about me?” cause wrt to his having to modulate between barbarian and artificer in fhjy it’s like. idk

oh boy do I have thoughts

Tbh, I had zero recollection of the racism stuff until reading this. It was just SO MINOR. His trial in the forest felt really lackluster to me. I feel like everyone else's really dug into an issue at the core of their character and his felt more like "everyone is getting a trial, what do we do for gorgug?" And idk if that was just a bad delivery/call on Brennan's part or if it could have been helped by Zac engaging more in it but it just. Didn't feel like anything. It was a lot more about the dice than the horror of the claustrophobia and the bugs and you've never fit in anywhere you live to make yourself smaller wherever you go you're just the loser who hits hard. Like yeah I guess there was an overarching theme of Gorgug gaining confidence in himself but it was done very poorly imo.

And I think his trial in the forest was wrong for putting such an emphasis on his intelligence. I think that would have been much better suited in fy, back when he was still being heavily bullied, but beyond that it felt like a quick and easy thing for them to grab. Yes, he had insecurities about his intelligence with all the complications with Zelda. But, to me, the focus of fhsy was his HEART. It put a spotlight on how his social circle has grown, and his bully is his friend now, and he's not alone anymore. His interactions with Ayda, the friendship book, trying to help Fabian, I believe in you spring break, it's Gorgug keep going. I made a post earlier in the season (including a great addition by another user) that I think articulates that emphasis on his emotional intelligence very well.

Fhjy HOWEVER. I think it's doing everything that sy failed at. It's giving him space to have an inner conflict. It's addressing lots of little issues and conflicts he's had over the campaign and combining them into one coherent piece. Like, guy was in a relationship pretty much all of fy, and then dealt with the fallout in sy, but I don't think we've EVER seen as much quality relationship development with Gorgug as we have in jy. He and Fig spent an entire summer together trapped in a tour bus and no season has indicated that bond and friendship more than this one. He and Riz have found something to bond over, meanwhile in previous seasons there was pretty much zero one-on-one personal interaction between them. Fabian expressed sadness over Gorgug leaving the Owlbears, because it was the only thing they had that was just for them to hang out and be friends.

Just with that, we're already doing leagues more with Gorgug's character than we ever have. And I haven't even STARTED on his barbificier journey, oh dear god lmao.

Gonna preface this bit with a post I made before the season even started. It was about Zac's steady improvement in his performances with every PC, and how I was predicting that it was gonna culminate into a Gorgug that does him the justice he deserves. It was initially supposed to be a criticism, but I got a little lost in the sauce of loving my boy lol. Still very relevant to the topic of this ask!

God, where do I START?? Addressing his relationship with rage? I'll be honest, I didn't think that would ever be used as a character arc. And I'm not even sure why I've felt that way. I just didn't think... I didn't think about how he might've had a dislike for his own rage. Like, the WAY he rages isn't bad by any means, but I don't think it ever crossed my mind how actually harmful his lessons to sing to combat rage were. No, I did not like the way Porter went about teaching him (a bit too unsupportive of his capabilities and reminiscent of shitty teachers for my liking). But his point about EMBRACING anger; that rage is not bad and does not— should not— need to be stifled. THAAAAT. That opened up such an interesting dialogue for Gorgug.

I do appreciate the beginnings of Gorgug's interest in artificing in fhsy. I think the crumbs of it back then did a great job of leading into his larger commitment to multiclassing. And I think what he's been doing with it this season is exactly what was lacking in his section of the nightmare forest. His trial was a puzzle, based entirely on die rolls, where his solution after failing even when he's assisted by the enemy is to essentially give up. I understand that facing their fears was the whole point of the trials, but his section came off as incredibly anticlimactic and unfulfilling. Just the fact that it was a trial based on stat numbers more than the development of the character itself.

Where junior year succeeds in actually showcasing his intelligence and the evolution of the worth he holds in himself is with the hands-on approach it takes. Yes, the academic rolls are still dice and stats, but there's a physical manifestation that wasn't there before. Gorgug is smart when it comes to getting his hands dirty. It is in the practical applications of his skills that his brand of intelligence shines the most.

And while, once again, I did not LIKE Porter's heavy resistance to multiclassing....I have to admit that I don't think Gorgug would have had such a boost in confidence without that struggle. Even if my boy had trouble expressing it to Porter verbally, HE STOOD UP FOR HIMSELF. Instead of simply rolling over and agreeing that he wasn't built for a technical class and it was stupid to try– he was DEFIANT.

The kid who said "I'm a dumbass. Eat me you stupid bug." took on FOUR CLASSES. Three school years worth of artificer simultaneously. AND stayed with the Owlbears. AND went along on party missions to help Kristen's candidacy. AND was always on deck to help the party with the overarching plotline.

AND HE ACED IT!!! THE FIRST BARBIFICER THAT THE AGUEFORT ADVENTURING ACADEMY HAS EVER SEEN!!!!! He is paving the way for every unprecedented multiclass that follows.

Just in comparison to who he was in the previous season, the amount of drive and self-worth he's gained is astounding. In my eyes, it's done more than enough to makeup for the way his development fell flat in sophomore year.

i hope this fulfilled the ask in the way you were hoping! i told you i'd get carried away lmao. writing a bunch about any of zac's characters is always such a joy. gorgug had always been my favorite of the bad kids but i always found myself wishing he went deeper, y'know? and now it's real. my precious anxious boy has been handled so well. and watching zac's growth as a performer has been such a blast.

thanks for the ask! :D

#hope i dont talk in circles too many times #im not even gonna think about how long i spent lol #ya hit a certain point where youre like 'does that feel exactly right?' and then u go fuck it we aint perfect #ive done that a lot with just any writing thing in my life especially in school #but i feel like i followed through a lot better with this than i have with a loooong essay/analysis/post in awhile #so that feels good. certainly helps when its a thing you really love lol #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high junior year #fhjy spoilers #fhjy #fantasy high #fh #fantasy high sophomore year #fhsy #gorgug thistlespring #character analysis #asks #anon ask

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eleganzadellarosa · 8 months

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pairing: vampire!au, kyungsoo x fem!reader, dom!kyungsoo x sub!reader, kyungsoo x virgin!reader, Prince!Jongin x reader

genres: smut, angst

words: 14.8K

warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, MINORS DNI [masturbation, slight spit play, face sitting, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it up fr), biting kink, pet names (darling, princess, love, baby),choking, oral (m and f receiving), fingering…etc.],cheating, blood (this should make sense)

author's note: I got tired of there not being enough Kyungsoo smut (to my knowledge anyway. If you have some recs, please do share) so I decided to write my own. Plus the teaser pics for cream soda did something to me and I needed to express it through writing lol. There's some plot but we're all here for the smut, and trust me it's smutty. So please enjoy, tell me what you think and thank you for reading <3

part 2 can be found here

Tomorrow was a special day, a day that you longed so earnestly for. Prince Jongin would be visiting again and with the amount of times he’s come over, a proposal was definitely underway. Jongin was a dream come true, the epitome of the “perfect husband". He possessed qualities that one could only ask for while on their knees. From his looks to his status, he was desired by many, yet his heart only yearned for you. It made you blush just to think about everything and how much of a blessing it truly was. The man was gorgeous, from his sun kissed tanned skin, to his tall frame and toned body.

But his physical appearance had nothing to do with why you fell head over heels for him. He was kind, sweet and gentle, something that most suitors only faked while courting their potential spouse. You’ve heard the stories and how many women lost the love for their husbands within the first couple months of marriage only to be stuck with bearing their children until death did them part. That wouldn’t be you though because that wasn’t Jongin--he was different. His personality was genuine and it was apparent from head to toe.

3 months in total counted for the amount of days that he’s visited which was considered standard courting practice for your time period. Your parents loved him and your heart skipped a beat whenever he was close. You wanted no one but him and you knew he felt the same about you. The time drifted by way too slowly and as you lay awake on your bed, your mind ran at 100 miles per minute. Scenario after scenario about how tomorrow would go kept you occupied until your mind finally relaxed enough for you to drift off to sleep.

“Wake up...wake up! It’s half past eleven!”

The sun shined brightly through the window across from you, violently pulling your heavy lids open. Your body tries to coast back into its peaceful slumber, but the person shaking you vetoed your plans. Your eyes once again opening to find said person extremely close to your face, making you immediately sit up as if you were already fully awake. It was Vivian, your servant, but you didn’t like to call her that because she was much closer to you than someone who would do whatever because of your superiority over them.

You were an only child, so she has been the only one around your age for as long as you could remember. She’s the daughter of a previous servant that once lived here but she died before you or Vivian were older than newborns and your parents were kind enough to let her stay instead of leaving her in the hands of an orphanage. You pitied her but she hated when you did so you tried not to show it, but you knew how hard it must have been without a mother. She never admitted it but your family is the only she’s ever really known so she didn’t know what to miss.

“Hurry, you have about 30 minutes before he gets here and you still haven’t bathed!” she says as she tugs at your arm, slightly pulling you off the bed. As much as you thought about him last night, you almost forgot who was coming today. You rushed off into the bathroom, where Vivian already had your bath set. She made sure to add some rose petals to your water, ensuring that your smell would linger every time you passed the prince by.

She left the bathroom after making sure everything was just right to give you some privacy. The bath relaxed you, maybe a little too much and the moment you stumbled into dreamland for the second time this morning, there was a knock at the door. Vivian came rushing in, towels in hand.

“He’s here! Get out right now, you still have to get dressed! And why are you so tired?!”

"I stayed up all night thinking about today, I couldn't help it!" you pouted as you reluctantly stepped out of the tub.

She shook her head while chuckling and pushed you out the bathroom door.

Your heart beat so fast it felt as though it would break through your rib cage at any moment. You both quickly rushed into your room, ready to choose the perfect outfit for today. Being aware of his love for soft colors, you opted for a powder blue peasant cut dress and white corset. You styled your long black tresses in a half up half down style with curtain bangs. The accessories were simple; dangling pearl earrings and a pearl hairpin to match. You weren’t one to wear makeup, but today being the special day that it is, powder set your face and a rose balm on your lips complimented your slightly tanned skin. You stood from your place at your marble vanity and did a small twirl for Vivian to assess the final look. Before she could speak, there was a knock on your door.

“Princess, please come down to the main hall and greet Prince Jongin, he has arrived.” The familiar voice of the butler spoke on the other end of the door. The anxiety began to swell when everything set in but you couldn’t let your emotions get the best of you. Feeling anxious was pointless anyway because you’ve met with Prince Jongin multiple times, but for some reason there was suddenly a heaviness in the air that made your stomach churn. She gives you a nod of approval and you both make your way out the door to head downstairs to greet your guest.

As you walk down the imperial staircase, you see two faces; one familiar and the other not so much. You curtsy in front of Jongin and he takes your hand in his, placing a small kiss on the back.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again Princess. You look gorgeous as always.” he says smiling.

You return his smile and compliments but can’t help letting your gaze fall on the unfamiliar man standing feet apart from him. There was something in the way he stood, something in the way he looked, something you couldn’t put your finger on, but there was something off about him.

“Oh yes, please excuse my manners. Allow me to introduce you to my servant, Kyungsoo. A man of few words, but loyal nonetheless. You shall be seeing him a lot more often I hope?” he says insinuating that you accept his proposal; one which you’d be stupid to refuse.

Kyungsoo bows and makes his way over. Studying the man in front of you, he’s clad in a white blouse, the first three buttons unsecured so a small amount of the skin on his chest shone like the moon peaking out from the clouds. Black slacks, black dress shoes and then three dainty gold necklaces don his neck. His hair was also black, tousled perfectly in an elegant manner. A handsome man indeed, you had to admit, and the sense of mystery surrounding him had you staring for a lot longer than you’d have liked.

He stared back awaiting your move so he may properly greet you, yet here you were stuck, trapped and falling into his deep black orbs. There was a feeling there, something different from when you looked at Jongin. Like the pair whose love was forbidden yet the two couldn’t stay apart. The love could not be portrayed in plain sight but the tension between the two created a impenetrable force field.

Vivian clears her throat next to you which snaps you out of your thoughts. You curtsy and offer your hand to him who gently takes your hand in his. He also places a small kiss on the back, yet he doesn’t break eye contact. The small action making your breath get caught in the back of your throat.

With him being so close, you could smell the fragrance that wafted your way. It was breathtaking, like nothing you’ve ever smelled before. It was so perfect that it seemed to come from his pores, pheromones clouding and intoxicating your judgement.

“The king said he would be waiting for us. We should not keep him any longer.”

The statement from Jongin makes you avert your eyes from Kyungsoo and he removes his lips from your hand. He made your knees like jelly and your heart race a marathon. Your guard was down and you allowed yourself to fall prey to the subtle seduction.

Lunch in the banquet went quite well. Laughs, clinking wine glasses and cutlery colliding with the china filled the large space. Every once in a while those sounds were replaced with sips, breaths and sighs. You caught Jongin stealing a few glances your way when you moved to tuck your bangs behind your ear, making you blush every time. In the meantime, this is what kept your head on straight and you had almost forgot he brought his servant along, until he came in with Vivian to announce that dessert would be served shortly.

Having Kyungsoo in your presence made your posture straighter, if that was even possible. Everything about him made the hairs on the back of your neck erect. You shakily reach for the wine glass in front of you and knock it over, the red liquid spilling onto your dress. You gasp and quickly stand up from your chair and dab the area with the spare cloth from the table. You look up to see all eyes on you and you mentally slap yourself for the embarrassing act.

"Are you okay Princess?" Jongin asks, walking up to you with a fresh cloth.

“Yes, thank you. I must excuse myself, I would hate for my suitor to see me in such a messy manner.”

“Please, do not worry about such trivial things. I will be here when you return so please take your time.”

You smiled and bowed your head before heading toward the exit, Kyungsoo’s eyes never leaving your form. It made your body shudder. For what reason did Jongin bring him along? He was usually by himself but this time he brought his plus one. Was he to act as a test for your loyalty? You would have to keep your eyes on any tricks that he may try to play, you would hate for the prince to back out on the proposal because you couldn’t contain your newfound lust for his servant.

By the time you finished changing into something that wasn’t stained with wine, it was announced that lunch would be ending early. It felt like your fault even though you knew there must have been another reason. Dessert was the only part of the meal that would be missed so it was not that big of a deal.

You searched around for Jongin only to find that he was with your father in his study. A guard blocked the door and informed you that their conversation was important and the king ordered they were to not be disturbed. You thanked him for the information and tried to contain the giddiness you felt rising in your chest. They could only be talking about one thing and you hoped you were right. As you turned on your heels to leave, the guard cleared his throat.

“You did not hear this from me, but Prince Jongin will be staying with us until Sunday.”

Although surprising, it was a logical decision since the journey back for him was quite long and the day was almost over. By the time dinner came around, he had excused himself and settled for a nap instead, further confirming the trip was taxing. You wanted to bring up their conversation over the meal but you knew your impatience would only irritate your father, so finding out would have to wait. If only waiting wasn't so hard.

After dinner, you made up your mind to get ready for bed early so you would have all your energy for a full day with Jongin tomorrow. You enter the bathroom and undress in front of the tub, throwing your worn clothes to the side not caring where they landed. The water was warm yet kissing the temperature of being too hot, but it relaxed your muscles which was much needed after feeling so tense for most of the day. You cup your hand to gather water and run it down your body, taking deep breaths and closing your eyes, the scent of lavender floating through your nostrils.

"Princess..." an unfamiliar voice making you jolt, your eyes shooting open. There was no knock on the door or sound of the door opening. You turn around and see Kyungsoo standing not far from where you were. You quickly sink further down into the tub in hopes that the water would cover your breasts.

"Sir Kyungsoo…what are you doing here?" He walks closer to the tub which ultimately causes you to try and back up, only resulting in your top half being exposed. You quickly cover your chest with your arms and your heart rate flies through the roof.

"Prince Jongin told me to come and check on you and to also see if you needed assistance with anything. Miss Vivian was very kind and told me where you were, although I suspect she didn't think I would be entering. And please, no need for formalities, I’m but a mere servant.” He ends his sentence as he sits on the edge of the large tub. He runs his fingers through your bath water and scoops some up in his hand, your eyes following his every movement.

“You don’t have to be so tense around me darling, I won’t hurt you. I give you my word.” As you look up at him ready to deny his claims, the water he stored in his hand cascades down your back making you gasp. He repeats the action, this time letting his hand run down the damp skin. “I thought your beauty had limits”, he gently grabs your chin with the same hand and leans in closer to your face, “but here you are proving me wrong”.

Not trusting your voice you stayed silent, mentally punishing yourself for letting him get away with this. If he hadn’t been holding onto your chin, your jaw would’ve fallen slack. Your arms were already at your sides when his gaze travels down your body and land on your chest and hard nipples. His tongue peeks out from inside his mouth to wet his lips, and it immediately sent tingles straight to your core. He looks back up at you and smirks before standing and exiting the bathroom.

On the outside of the door, his chest heaved. He suddenly felt restricted in his loose clothing. He leaned his head back against the door and ran a hand through his hair. “What in God’s name am I doing?” he thought. He was unlike his normal self, reserved and respectful. You were doing things to him, taking his control away from him. You were the puppeteer manipulating his movements. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on and don't get him started on how lovely you smelled. He cursed his heightened sense, only making it harder to resist you. He knew of the intensity of your relationship with Jongin; yet he wanted to snatch the man's happiness away.

He didn’t believe you could be as perfect as Jongin described you in his many stories but seeing you today made him realize they did you no justice. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. The way you moved, the way you spoke, the way you dressed. Each and every thing about you had been perfectly molded by God himself, the only reasonable answer for such a beautiful being. He wanted you, and seeing you in your most vulnerable form in the bathtub made his pants a little tighter.

He knew what he was doing to you, how his actions had heavy consequences on your body. He wanted you enamored, wanted you within his grasp. He fell for you as soon as his eyes met yours and he knew he would do whatever it took to have you. However, he knew of the possibility of that never happening especially since he held onto a secret that only a small few had knowledge of, and that included Jongin.

You hadn’t noticed you were holding your breath until the door shut and the air filling your lungs makes you cough. This man was unpredictable, risky and for your own sake, it would be best to avoid him as much as you could. Your plan to stay grounded against any foul play went down the drain when he got close to you. You hoped everything you felt was all in your head and the consequences weren’t a heavy burden to bear.

For the rest of the evening, any thought of what happened earlier you tried to shove to the back of your mind. It was becoming hard to not think of the man the more you would occasionally pass Jongin in the halls. He still had your heart but whenever you crossed paths, your mind was never on the man in front of you. Instead you seemed to look through and around him wondering if his shadow would be following closely behind. This disappointed you as he was never to be found and you couldn’t help but wonder why. Alas, you were too nervous to ask and truthfully you had no reason to, especially when the man passing you by in the corridors would claim you as his any day now.

“I hope you sleep well Princess. I am grateful to be given the opportunity to see you again in the morning.” Jongin bows and walks past you, down the hall and into his room for the night.

You offered him a small and respectful smile and couldn't deny the warm and tingly feeling you felt when he spoke to you. You sighed deeply knowing that the next few days would be hell with both men in your home.

Midnight soon came and you went into your room to change into your pajamas. You opened the armoire, one that matched the marble pattern on your vanity. An ivory, satin nightgown would be perfect for tonight's weather and also with how warm your body felt. You flopped onto the bed and covered your face with your hands before letting them drop to the sides of your head. Today had put a lot of stress on your mind and rightfully so. Having this strange and beautiful man around had your mind doing mental olympics. "I thought your beauty had limits, but here you are proving me wrong" that line played in your mind over and over and never failed to confuse your heart more each time.

Memory of the way he touched you replayed on loop. The words to stop him were stuck on the tip of your tongue but deep down you wanted him to continue and that's what made it scary. You loved Prince Jongin and your answer to whatever question he had would always be an immediate yes, still you couldn't take your mind off of Kyungsoo. The way he licked his lips as he scanned your body, his touch making you gasp, just everything about his entire being was starting to make you feral even though you only met the man today. Your hormones were getting the best of you and you blamed it on your period possibly arriving soon. The more you thought about him the more the throb between your legs became increasingly obvious and it begged to be touched.

Jumping up and carefully locking the door, you returned to your bed to get comfortable under your blanket and remove your panties. This was so unlike you, but the thought of him sent fire through your veins and there was no other option to satisfy the agonizing thump. Starting with larger circles, they quickly turned into smaller, concentrated ones as you settled into the new feeling. You continued to rub your clit and the slick from in between your folds coated your finger. You wanted more, no, you needed more and the only way to ease your arousal was to insert a finger. The feeling was definitely foreign but it helped alleviate some of the pressure that didn't seem to go away with your earlier actions. The image of Kyungsoo licking his beautiful plump lips popped into your head once more and a small whimper slipped past your lips.

Slightly startled, you quickly sat up and looked around as if there would be an audience watching you touch yourself. You've never once worried about the sound travelling throughout the castle but even if you did it would be useless. The castle wasn't small and with the old stone walls, no sound would penetrate its forces. You settle back into your spot and finish what you started. Knowing no one would hear you, Kyungsoo's name rolled off your tongue as you moaned. You added another finger and began to thrust into yourself faster, back arching off the bed. It didn't take long before the knot building in your stomach snapped and you released your juices all over your fingers.

You lay there in awe of the new sensation, a sheen of sweat dancing across your chest and forehead. Whatever control you believed you had over yourself was snatched away from you in the last 15 minutes and it would be safe to think you'd never get it back. You reach for the handkerchief on your bedside table to clean the mess on your fingers and between your legs. The guilt washed over you when you finally laid your head on your pillow. Your loyalty knew no bounds but now you questioned if it was ever one of your qualities. The thought of Jongin finding out what you did tonight made you cover your face in embarrassment and curl your body into a ball. What if he didn't want you anymore, what if he could tell that your mind hasn't been on him since you laid eyes on Kyungsoo? What would he think of you?

Kyungsoo also had no luck with getting you off his mind. He stood with his hands gripping the sink, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, wondering if the man on the other side was still him. It was becoming too difficult to keep his urge of releasing all the pent up feelings while he was all alone. He thought of how the droplets of water glimmered against your soft and supple skin. He imagined you moaning his name when you gasped at his touch. Every thought sent blood right to his lower organ. It was painful, the way it pressed against the fabric of his pants as if it would break through any second.

He reached down and palmed his erection through his clothes, grip on the sink getting tighter. His breath quickened as he moved his hand faster. It felt good but still wasn't enough to shake the thought of you. He pulled the zipper down along with the waistband of his briefs just enough so his dick popped free. Concentration deep within his brows as he focused stroking his length as if he was within your velvety walls. He felt it, the feeling of ecstasy building up waiting to explode. A few more pumps and he came in his hand, moans hidden behind the lip caught between his teeth. It wasn’t until his lip fell free that he noticed the drops of blood coming from it.

Another look in the mirror and he saw just how much of himself he let go. Piercing red eyes and fangs to match. This was dangerous, you were dangerous. He would never be able to keep his secret to himself with you around, but he craved you. He so badly wanted to have his dick buried deep inside you and his teeth sunk into your skin. It would be euphoric and if he didn't get it, he might just wish for death.

Breakfast the next morning was quite large given that there were extra guests but sometimes you thought it a waste since the abundance of food left over could feed a whole village. As you entered the great hall, you scanned the grand area in search of Jongin. He wasn’t here and you wanted to be courteous and wait for him before you touched your food. You spot Vivian on the other side talking to Kyungsoo and your curiosity got the best of you. Jealous wouldn’t be the right word to use but you felt the need to go over and cut their conversation short no matter how important.

You wave to Vivian as you close in on the pair and her eyes light up when she sees you, making Kyungsoo turn around. He bows and you extend a curtsy.

“Prince Jongin will be here shortly, he’s just having a slow morning so please do excuse him.” Kyungsoo looks at you as if to watch your face for any changes.

“That’s quite alright, you both must be tired from your long journey yesterday. I have no problem with waiting for him.”

He smiles softly and excuses himself, walking toward the exit.

Vivian nudges you and leans in when he's no longer in sight. "Is it just me or is something really weird about him? Or...maybe it's just because he fancies you." her voice being a mere whisper, inaudible if you hadn't been so close to her.

Your head whips in her direction, "Nonsense! He does not! But yes something is very different about him and I'm not sure how one would describe it."

"You may not think so, but I definitely do. He watches you every time you're around. He pays no mind to anything else going on around him and he looks at you like you're rations on harvest day."

You wanted to call her delusional but you knew of the interactions you had with him yesterday and you could never muster up enough courage to tell her about your conflict. As the hopeless romantic she is, the situation would excite her but she would tell you to think logically and remember how much you love and waited for Jongin. Maybe that's what you needed, someone to tell you that it was stupid to even think about someone else. Not now though, you would do everything in your power to deny the feelings budding for the new man and focus solely on your suitor.

Breakfast was served and your stomach grumbled the second the variety of aromas caressed your nose.

"Good morning Princess, I hope I did not make you wait too long. I would have rushed here sooner if I knew you were already present."

You turn to look in the direction of the voice. Jongin stands before you and you offer him your hand. He kisses it and you give his a light squeeze. "Please do not worry about such things my prince. I did not wait long but would have waited longer if you needed.

He smiled brightly hearing you call him "your prince" for the first time and admittedly it felt weird to you even though it left your mouth with ease.

After the meal, everyone returned to their rooms to await the next. You laid on your bed while indulging in your favorite book. There was a soft knock on your door.

"Please come in" you say, shifting your weight from your stomach to your elbows to gain leverage and look in the direction of the door.

To your pleasant surprise, Jongin enters with a bow. You quickly stand up from your bed and run your hands down your dress to straighten it out.

"Oh! Prince Jongin, what brings you here?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk in the garden with me? I love to take walks around noon, the sun is at its highest then."

Perfect timing. This is what you needed, some time completely alone with him so you had no other distractions. "I would love to, I will be right down."

A big smile paints his face and he releases a breath that was anxiously waiting in his chest. "Take your time, I will meet you outside when you are ready."

To say the garden was huge was an understatement but it was the perfect place to relax and unwind. Jongin offers you his arm to hold while you two take the stroll.

"Is the sun too bright? I can ask Kyungsoo to bring an umbrella if you'd li-"

You tighten your grip on his arm slightly startling him, "No no, it's perfectly fine! The rays from the sun are healthy in small amounts and it feels great on the skin." The excuse was corny but it was the best you could come up with.

He offers you a warm smile and extends his hand in front of you as a way to say "lead the way". The last thing you needed was for Kyungsoo to come and ruin this time with Jongin. If the man you had your arms locked with right now knew of the exchanges with his servant, he would probably look at you in disgust. You were going to pass this test one way or another.

Thankfully Kyungsoo was the last person on your mind the entire time. The prince lead most of the conversations but you didn't mind, his voice was just as attractive as the rest of him and seeing him laugh so freely was like a breath of fresh air.

He gave you butterflies and to think that he wanted to marry you and no one else, made you feel like you were on cloud 9. You didn't give much thought to what your husband would look or be like when you were younger, but if you did, you know he would fit the description perfectly.

"We must head back now, it will be time for lunch soon and we wouldn't want everyone looking for us. But before we go-" he pauses as he brings a hand from around his back to reveal a pink rose.

You gasp in delight and grab it, fingers brushing against his. Courageously, you stand on the tips of your toes and place a small kiss on his cheek. "I love it so much, it's beautiful! Thank you."

Although he tried to hide it, the obvious blush on his cheeks told you just how much the kiss excited him. If you wanted to keep the other one off your brain, things like this would have to be more frequent. You didn't want to come on too strongly but there was no denying how much he loved you and you had to do whatever it took to keep your feelings in order.

Now you were curious what he spoke about with your father since he still hadn't proposed. Was he rethinking his decision? The thought made you nervous and wondered if everything Kyungsoo did was simply a test and Jongin knew about it all. It would be futile to ask him now especially if it meant opening a can of worms; you definitely weren't ready for that conversation.

After lunch, Vivian dragged you to her room to interrogate you.

"How was your date with Jongin? Did you hold hands? Did you kiss him? Tell me everything!"

You chuckled at her straightforwardness. "It was amazing! He's such a lovely person, I could hear him talk all day. And...maybe I did kiss him." You had to quickly add more to your sentence before she screamed "But only on the cheek, nothing serious!"

"Oh how great it must feel to have two men longing for you at once." She clasped her hands at her chest and looked up as if she were imagining it.

Your smile dropped. "Vivian again with this? He doesn't like me, I'm just new to him."

"If you saw him today, you wouldn't be saying that." She tilted her head and looked off to the side.

Suddenly your interest was piqued. "W-what do you mean?"

"I mean, he looked like a dog who lost its master. The entire time you were out with Jongin, he walked around aimlessly like he counted down the minutes until you returned. I have seen my fair share of people in love and he's definitely one of them. He wishes he was Prince Jongin, I can see it in his eyes."

You had thought about it and on multiple occasions within the past two days. What would it be like to have Kyungsoo wanting to spend the rest of his life with you? Would you want the other instead? It felt selfish thinking about something like this when Jongin was so nice to you. It felt inconsiderate to think that the thought of Kyungsoo was the one to send you over the edge when you pleasured yourself at night.

You would talk to him tomorrow you decided. You needed to know the intent behind his actions and would politely ask him to keep the relationship platonic.

After bathing, you returned to your quarters. Tonight's attire was a white, sheer, long nightgown that was maybe a bit too sheer to even be considered clothing. You hop into bed and lay on your back, relishing the way the silk sheets felt against your skin. The feeling sent shivers down your spine and memories of your orgasm coaxed you into wanting another. You tried to compel the idea to the back of your mind, but unsuccessfully so when you remembered what Vivian said about Kyungsoo. You spending most of the day with Jongin equating to nothing in this moment. Remembering how disappointed he looked when you waited patiently for Jongin at breakfast. And his voice. It was so deep and sultry, every word laced with passion and you wondered what it’d be like to have him whisper in your ear. He was too intoxicating.

Succumbing to the growing feeling between your legs, you reach under your nightgown and start to rub your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. The initial feeling makes you squirm in place, closing your legs to add to the friction. One finger, then two gets inserted and it quickly turns into you riding the palm of your hand when you curl your fingers upwards to hit the gummy spot that shortens your breath. Whimpers turn into moans and before you know it, Kyungsoo's name is rolling off your tongue again like it's the only name you know. You speed up and right before you can reach your climax, there's a knock on your door. Quickly sitting up and adjusting your appearance, you rush over to the door to open it. You peek around the door, shielding your body as best as you can from whoever awaited on the other side.

It was him. The man whose name you were just moaning like crazy. Your face instantly turns a shade of red when you realize that he could have heard you before he knocked on the door. Angling your body further away from the door, you stare at the man a bit longer before he decides to speak up instead.

"May I come in?" He waits for your response which felt like an eternity. “You seem…busy? I promise it will be quick.” He says slightly pushing the door to allow himself in, becoming impatient with waiting for you to speak up and afraid someone would catch him.

It was the embarrassment and the way you had no strength to debate that made you back away and allow him to step past the barrier of your door. He closed it behind him and leaned against it. It was then that he took the time to realize your almost naked frame in front of him.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to attack you then and there but there were more important things at hand. You noticed how his eyes traveled down your body and you finally became conscious of your scantily clad figure, quickly covering your chest with your arms, forgetting that left your bottom half exposed under the sheer gown.

"What is it that you need Kyungsoo? Perhaps we can discuss this in the morning?"

“No! No…it can’t wait. I have to tell you how I feel now before I go insane.” You look at him confused, heart racing the more he spoke. “You’ve been driving me mad since I’ve first laid eyes on you. You’re more perfect than words can describe. I hate myself for not believing Jongin when he would come home and brag about just how pretty you were. I know you understand how I’m feeling too because even now you look at me with an indescribable want in your eyes.”

He walks closer to you and lets his hands rest atop the arms that cover your breasts. He moves them away from your body and lets his hand travel down your right arm, stopping at your wrist. He brings the hand up to his mouth and sucks on the two middle fingers. His eyes close and he lets out a low sigh.

“And with the way you moaned my name while riding these fingers, there’s no denying my existence ignites you from within.”

He looks to you expecting you to prove him wrong, to tell him he had no business confessing his feelings for you when Jongin lay his head a few rooms away, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t acknowledge that his feelings were invalid and not mutual. So when he leaned in closer, you met him halfway and allowed him to connect his lips to yours.

The kiss was needy and filled with hunger. His tongue swiped your lips asking permission and you opened your mouth giving him access to explore you. He wraps a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides lightly and drags his teeth over your bottom lip making you whimper. He begins to pepper light and gentle kisses across your law line and down to your neck where he nips and sucks on the skin. Tongue sliding across your jugular, a moan escapes your lips. He continues his abuse on your neck and brings his hands up to cup your boobs. He massages the flesh, hands dancing across the skin in search for your nipples, pinching them when he finds them. He suddenly halts his movements, cupping your chin in his hand looking at you for what felt like a millennium.

“My love if you want me to stop now, tell me. Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.”

You grabbed his hand and looked at him with hooded lids, eyes filled with lust.

“I don’t wish for you to stop and I don’t wish to regret this moment.”

His lips are back on yours, this time more passionate and filled with love. He kisses his way past your neck and down to your chest. He goes to suck on your nipple through the thin fabric, massaging the other between his fingers. There was nothing you could do to hold back your moans and he loved every second. Just as you were about to lock your fingers in his hair, he stops and pulls you in the direction of the bed. He sits down on the edge and pats his lap.

"Come here." he says pulling you forward to straddle him. His hands travel up your thighs and settle on your ass, massaging it as he looks back up at you. "Would it make me selfish if I said I was jealous of Jongin even though I have you here like this?" he says pecking your lips after every couple of words. "You were on my mind all day, I couldn't contain myself. I had to come taste you, I wouldn't be satisfied any other way." He moves your hips to grind on his lap and your head falls back as you moan.

You couldn't let him take over just yet, you wanted a clear mind but with the way he had you feeling, you would bet he cast a spell on you.

"If I said you were, then I'd have to call myself something much harsher." You say through broken and choked moans.

Leaning back, he pulls you up so that you now sit on his chest. "I want you to sit on my face, I need to taste you now before I lose my mind."

Hesitant at first, you couldn't shake the thought of suffocating him. He had gained your trust in the short amount of time though and everything else has felt great so far, so you expected he had already weighed the pros and cons.

As if reading your mind, he pulls you up higher on his chest, “I’ll be okay and you'll feel good if you listen, I promise."

You hover over his face for a few more seconds before you lower yourself onto his mouth, your thighs resting on either side of his head. His licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit and your hips buck involuntarily. A low breathy moan comes from the both of you. He wraps his hands around your upper thighs to stop you from moving. He laps away at you like a parched dog, making your toes curl. You tangle your fingers in his hair to try and regain your control only to fail miserably when he dips his tongue inside. A loud moan escapes you and you can feel him smile against your heat.

"Kyungsoo p-please, it's too much!"

Of course he doesn't stop and instead rubs circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb. At this point your brain was fuzzy, no thoughts running through it. A few more licks and sucks on your clit and you become undone, cumming all over his tongue as you scream his name. He continues to lick to let you come down from your high and then quickly flips you so that your back is against the bed, his chin glistening with your juices.

"Open your mouth, see how fucking good you taste." Not caring about your image anymore, you open your mouth to allow him to dribble the mixture of his own saliva and your essence down your throat. "Swallow."

Not giving you time to process, he dips down to kiss you, the rest of your fluids spreading over your lips. He brings his hand back to your pussy and uses his fingers to tease your folds.

"You're so wet for me baby, is this how badly you wanted me?" You nod as he brings you back into a kiss, easing one of his fingers in. You felt so good around his fingers and he could only imagine how you would feel once he finally got his dick inside. For now, he wanted to take his time and feel every inch of you. "Come here. I want to feel your mouth on me, see how good your throat feels."

You sit up on your knees and see that he's already removed most of his clothing except for his shirt. You look down and see his dick hard, tip touching his belly button. He was big, bigger than you expected but you've also never been with a man like this so there was nothing to go off of as reference. He positions himself back at the edge of your bed and you sit on your knees in front of him.

He tapped on your left cheek, "Open. Tongue out."

Following instructions, he tapped his length on your tongue, precum leaking from the tip. Everything about this felt sinful and in truth it was, but it was exhilarating and you craved the adrenaline rush. Maybe it was the way he looked at you or the way he handled you, whatever it was, it was becoming poisonous. He sat back on the palms of his hands and you took it as a sign to do whatever you wanted. You've only seen things like this in the books that the maids kept hidden in their belongings; you and Vivian sneaking to read them when no one was looking. You had no idea what you were doing but you knew you wanted to make him feel good.

You lick from the base to the head, seemingly doing something right because he hisses and bites on his bottom lip. You kitten lick and place a light kiss on the head before taking his length in your mouth as far as you can go. He hits the back of your throat, making you gag.

"Good girl. Fuuuck...just like that." he reaches down to grab a handful of your hair but not to force you back down. He so badly wanted to buck up into your mouth but didn't want to hurt you or cum too quickly.

You bob your head and hollow your cheeks, sucking as much as you can before easing your way back down. His eyes are closed and his head is back, veins straining in his neck. You brought a hand up to stroke whatever didn't fit in your mouth and the grip in your hair got tighter. Seeing him like this boosted your confidence and also made you wetter. You were testing his self control and if you kept this up he wouldn't be able to stop himself from going too far.

The muscles in his thighs were starting to tighten and he knew he was close. "I don't want to come just yet, I want to be inside of you." You let go of his dick with a pop, eyes watering and saliva trickling out the side of your mouth.

He pulls you back into his lap and into another heated kiss. Without the barrier from the clothing, the skin to skin sent your mind into a frenzy and it made you throb in anticipation. You mimic what he did to you and dragged your teeth across his bottom lip, earning a deep groan from him. He breaks the kiss and once again lets his lips travel to your neck. He trails the kisses up your jaw and bites your earlobe.

"Would you like for me to fuck you so hard you forget your own name?", his breath is warm against your ear and you were sure you made a wet spot in his lap.

"Please, I need you. I can't take this anymore." You could feel him grow harder beneath you when your begging came out more like whines. He roughly pulls back on your hair, exposing your neck to him and he doesn't miss the chance to suck harshly and almost leave hickeys behind. You moan and grind your hips on him, making him curse under his breath. "Please Kyungsoo, I need you. You make me feel so good, I want you so badly."

He stops his attacks and lifts you off his lap to throw you back onto the bed. He hovers over you staring into your eyes deeply. "Are you sure you want to continue? We don't have to."

You were past the point of questioning if you wanted him anymore and you weren't going to pass up the opportunity after getting this far. You wanted your first time to be with someone you chose and right now that was him. "My heart would never forgive me if I said no and I'm not one to not give it what it wants."

He smiles and kisses you once more, "I'll go slow my love, I'll take care of you." He eases his way inch by inch, making sure to give you time to adjust to his size; constantly watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

He was stagnant, not minding that you took your time to get comfortable. You were thankful it didn’t hurt as much as everyone made it seem but knowing the circumstances in which you were doing it, only made it feel like the punishment would be stronger.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. "Kyungsoo...I want to feel you now."

His pace started slow and steady, ensuring you didn't feel any pain even though you gave him the okay. When you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, that was all it took for him to speed up. His rhythm is relentless, but you didn't want it any other way. The feeling was beyond words and if there was a way to pause time in this moment you would have done so.

"Look at me while I fuck you. Close your eyes and I'll stop" he says, holding the back of your head so you could look at him. Keeping your eyes open was easier said than done when they closed every time he thrust back in. Every moan you tried to hold back, forced its way past your lips. "Let me hear them, let me hear how I make you feel."

He tried to keep it together, but the way you were clenching around him, he wasn't going to last much longer. It all felt like a dream and it started when he walked through your door. He didn't plan on this but hearing you moan his name before he knocked and seeing the way your fingers glistened when they wrapped around the door only corrupted his thoughts.

"This pussy is mine, tell me it's mine. Tell me you want me to fuck you like this forever."

The combination of him fucking you so deeply and the way he spoke to you made your head spin and you knew your orgasm was approaching for the second time tonight.

"It’s all yours Kyungsoo! Fuck me like this forever, make me yours forever!"

You didn't think it was possible, but his thrusts felt deeper and harder. His head went down to your chest and he sucked a red spot in a place that only he’d know. The blood rushing to that area had him thirsting for more and before he let his teeth break the threshold, your walls fluttered around him violently.

You were sure you saw stars, your legs shaking. It took a few more thrusts from him before he pulled out and finished on your stomach.

Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

It was a close call at most or perhaps it was a sign that he was letting his guard down too much. You were pushing him to the edge of insanity so much so that the side of him he spent so much of his life trying to hide was easing its way to the forefront. If he wanted you to trust him, he could never let you know of the real him.

"That was the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life." It came out almost monotonously but you had no strength to put more feeling behind it.

He smiles and reaches to your bedside table for anything to clean the both of you off. In contrast to how he was a few minutes ago, he was extremely gentle as he wiped the mess you created. Watching him made your heart flutter, more than it did when you were with Jongin. Oh no, Jongin. He hadn't crossed your mind since your walk in the garden with him earlier. The guilt came flooding in and it made you feel sick to your stomach. You were supposed to be marrying Jongin, not Kyungsoo and now with what you've done, you feel like you've ruined your chances of that ever happening.

Kyungsoo notices the shift in your mood and pulls you into a hug. "What's wrong my love? What is weighing heavily on your mind?" he asks, placing a kiss to the crown of your head and small strokes to your back.

"What about Jongin? How will I ever marry him after what we've done tonight?"

He stops rubbing your back, making you look up at him. "I will not be informing him of what happened tonight. It doesn't matter who you marry, you're mine for as long as we live."

You push yourself off of him, "How would that even be possible? I cannot have these relationships coincide."

"He doesn't have to know, and he won't. I can't let you go now that I have you. I want you and I will always want you till the day I die." He cups your face in his hands. "Even if I have to wait 100 years, I will never stop loving you."

Spending this night with Kyungsoo made you unsure of what you wanted, but you definitely weren't sure if what you wanted was Jongin anymore. You wanted to marry him but thinking of being able to have Kyungsoo whenever you wanted him made your heart beat with excitement. The thought made you feel like a whore, but you never meant for any of this to happen. Kyungsoo was irresistible and thinking back on it, he was also very sweet and caring. There was no way you could marry Jongin and be with Kyungsoo, without him or anyone else in your castle finding out about it. All of it was too confusing but for now you wanted Kyungsoo as much as you wanted to marry Jongin, you just wish there was a way to make both things work.

The following day Jongin was stuck to you like velcro which you didn't hate but him being around meant that Kyungsoo was around too. You couldn't help but feel guilty and now there was no reversing it. You didn't regret your night with Kyungsoo but it only complicated things more. Every touch or glance in your direction from Jongin never went unnoticed by him, and he watched you like an animal would stalk its prey. The eye contact was another thing. Each time your eyes met his, it was like reliving your moments with him in your bedroom. You felt your face and body heat up and you prayed the blush didn't show on your cheeks.

It also didn’t help that he looked extra good today. Instead of a blouse, he wore a black vest over a white button down, a single chain accentuating the breast pocket. It fit him so nicely and complimented his wide shoulders.

Jongin sits up in his seat and leaned over the table, resting his head in his hand. "I'm going to go horseback riding, would you care to join me Princess?"

"Sure, I would love to. I haven't been riding in some time though so my skills may not be to your liking."

"Ah well, you can ride on my horse with me if that is best. I wouldn't want you to feel as though you're a burden, even though you truly wouldn't be."

You nod in agreement although you weren't really sure what you just agreed to with feeling Kyungsoo's eyes piercing the back of your skull. It drove him crazy to be this close to you and not be able to touch you. After last night he wasn't sure how he would live without you and tolerate seeing you with another man. Jongin didn't know how good he had it, he could walk around with you freely and not be judged. That's what Kyungsoo wanted, you all to himself. You were his, not the property of a prince. He reluctantly followed the both of you outside and awaited his next order.

“Kyungsoo, do you mind helping the Princess with her boots while I go get my things? I want her to be as comfortable as possible.”

He bows his head lightly and grabs the boots to put on your feet. You take a seat on the small bench between the tall, green hedges that lined most of the garden. He kneels on one knee in front of you and places your foot on top of his thigh. Jongin was barely out of eyesight when he lifts your dress high on your legs. You shoot him a shocked look when you feel him pepper kisses up your inner thigh.

“K-kyungsoo, w-what are you doing? Someone will see…” you try to push his head away before you lost yourself in the feeling. He didn’t take heed to your warning and nipped at the soft skin, letting a moan rip through you. He keeps his eyes on you the entire time. His dick can’t help but twitch watching the way you try to keep your composure and with knowing how easily you can both be caught at any second. He wastes no time to push your thighs further apart while dragging his nails down your other leg.

“P-please, not now. Not here.” was all you could manage to say while trying to stay coherent. You wanted to scold him for being so bold but every time you felt his mouth get closer and closer to your clothed heat, all thoughts of reprimanding him left your head.

You look down to see his eyes on you and seeing him so content between your legs did something to you. He hooks his fingers around the fabric of your panties and pulls them to the side to give himself better access. He licks long and achingly slow stripes through your folds. You had lost the battle of trying to keep yourself together and already had one hand tangled in his hair.

You bit down on your other fist to hush the sound of you moaning but the more he ate you out, the louder you became. As if he knew you wouldn’t be able to control your volume, he slips a finger inside and curls it upwards, hitting the spot that made you weak. At this point you were riding his mouth with the way your hips bucked up against his face. He added another finger and sped up the thrusts. He switched between sucking on your clit and fucking you with his fingers. You were so close now that you could taste it, however he suddenly halted his movements and quickly slipped on both of your boots. You open your mouth to protest but he gives you a look that kept your lips pressed together tightly. He fixed your dress and licked his lips to rid himself of any evidence that he just had his face nestled between your legs.

Jongin returns mere seconds later with a saddle nuzzled under his arm. “Are you okay Princess, you look a bit flushed? Are you feeling under the weather?”

Embarrassing was an understatement and knowing you were in a noticeably messy state, brightened the blush on your cheeks. “No no, I’m alright. Perhaps I should start wearing more sunscreen?”

Your answer seemed to satisfy him as he offered his hand to you to lead you toward the stables. You look back at Kyungsoo who bows as Jongin takes you further away.

Jongin had frequented the palace enough to have claimed one of the horses as his own. It was a beautiful black Friesian horse he named Trophy. When you entered the stable, the horse began to whinny seemingly knowing of Jongin’s presence. He offered it pats and rubs over its head and body before placing the saddle on its back. Making sure it’s secure before hopping on the horse and grabbing your hand, letting you sit in front of him so that he had complete control.

You were practically sitting in his lap with how close he was. You thought you would be behind him and find security in holding onto his waist, but the tables were turned and his arms rested on either side of you as he held onto the reins.

“Are you comfortable Princess?” he looks from around you, almost resting his head on your shoulder. It made your heart flutter and in the moment you wanted to turn your head and lock your lips with his.

“Yes, thank you. Are you comfortable as well?” You heard the smile in his voice when he agreed to your question.

“Please let me know if you need me to slow down or if you’re ready to return.” And with that he snapped the reins and the horse was off, slowly walking out of the stable.

For the remainder of the ride you couldn’t help but notice how good of a horseback rider Jongin was. Every move that he made was precise and calculated and it was like the horse was made just for him. The more the horse picked up speed the more Jongin would rut against you from the force of the gallop. The constant friction was starting to turn you on and you could only imagine what went through his mind behind you.

Although wanting to turn around and straddle him, you were having fun. Horseback riding used to be one of your favorite pastimes and now you wonder why you ever stopped. It was the adrenaline that came from the speed and the wind that blew through your hair that made you feel like you could do it all day. He made Trophy come to a halt and you took a look at your surroundings. It was an area that you’ve never seen before and you questioned whether you were still within the kingdom walls.

“Oh my, this is breathtaking! This doesn’t even feel like home.”

“But it is, it’s just very far away from the palace. I learned about this place while out on a ride and it’s been my favorite to visit ever since. I can bring you here often if you’d like?”

You nodded and he helped you off the horse. It was like a mini oasis within this small forest. The trees were all covered in fresh blooms, a waterfall flowed down into a midsized pond which held some of the clearest water you’ve ever seen.

“Do you like swimming Princess? We can take a quick dip before returning.”

You quickly nodded and a smile lit up his face. He took your hand and lead you closer to the edge of the pond. He began unbuttoning his sky blue blouse and pulled it over his head, revealing his toned abs. You knew he was fit but never knew just how sculpted his body was. Seeing him like this made your insides stir, not dismissing how you finished undressing him with your eyes. He guided you into the water slowly and never took his eyes off you. The water sloshed around you both as you moved further in, your dress already soaked from your waist down. He let go of your hand to give you more freedom and you immediately submerged yourself to drench your entire body.

When you came up, you playfully swatted some water on him causing him to chuckle and mimic the action. The splash fight continued for a few minutes before you both grew tired of clearing the dripping water from your faces. He swam closer to you and grabbed you by the waist. He looked down at you, a mixture of love and lust in his eyes. Looking at you for a few seconds more, he dipped down and placed his lips on yours. His lips were soft and he moved them in such a rhythmic manner, much more innocently than Kyungsoo. You bring your hands up to cup the back of his neck and deepen the kiss.

He pulled you into him some more and slid his tongue over yours, earning a moan from you. He kept one hand on the small of your back and the other rested on the back of your head as he kissed you hungrily. He broke the kiss, chest heaving and lips red.

“I love you” he says as if he couldn’t contain the words in his mouth. He looks at you scared as if he had made a mistake saying it to you.

“I-I love you too Jongin.” You didn’t lie when you said it back. You’ve known him for some time now and being on edge waiting for his proposal further proved just how much you cared for him. The problem now was you found yourself falling in love with Kyungsoo too which was for lack of better words, insensitive.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me and I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

It was like an arrow shot through your heart as he finished his sentence. Here he was pouring his heart out to you and last night you tangled bodies with his servant whom he trusts. Your conscience scolded you and you wanted to clutch your chest to stop the pain.

“We should start heading back now, the sun will set soon.” he says already adjusting the equipment on the stallion.

Thankfully you sat in front of him so he wouldn't question the tears that streamed down your cheeks. Guilt was hitting you hard, wishing you never made the mistake but not regretting your time with his right hand man.

Kyungsoo is already waiting when you and Jongin return from the stables, his face stoic but his eyes told a different story.

“Please grab the Princess a towel so she may dry herself off, we wouldn’t want her to catch a cold. I shall be inside doing the same.” Jongin walks up to you and kisses your forehead. “I had a great time today and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

You exchange smiles before he walks away and turn your attention to Kyungsoo whose face is twisted.

“You smell like him. Too much like him.”

"What? How?" You looked down, grabbing the closest piece of your dress to see what he smelled on you, yet to your senses you only smelled wet.

Ignoring your question, he picks a towel up from the glass table and pulls you in by your waist. Your hands fall onto his chest and he begins by drying your hair. “Why are you so wet? What did you do with him? You can see right through your dress!”

He wasn’t lying, your dress stuck to you like paint so nothing was left to the imagination. Your nipples poked and prodded their way through the material.

“We went swimming…”

Visibly annoyed, he rolled his eyes and continued drying the rest of you. The sky was already beginning to get darker with the sun declining, but it seemed darker than it should have. Large drops of rain started to fall from above instantly darkening spots on the concrete path. You look up and open your hands to catch a few. You really should get inside before your immune system gave up on you.

“I’m going to go inside.” You go to walk away but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back toward him, catching you again by the waist.

“I'm sorry but I can't help being jealous. If you can’t handle being with me, at least don’t make it so hard for me to stay away from you. You’re driving me crazy, I can’t live without you.”

It was confusing. How could your heart love someone you’ve only known for less than a week? And it was starting to become more so than the person you’ve known for 3 months. How were you to solve this matter when there was no logical answer; always concluding with one or the other?

"I-I don't know what to say."

"Say you love me. Love me forever."

His lips brush gently against yours, once again weakening your knees. You gently shove him away.

"I want to...but you know I can't."

"Hm, I understand. It's best you go in now, you've been out here long enough." He bows slightly and walks away from you. His heart ached, all he wanted was to be able to love you without consequence. He's never hated his life so much than he did now.

"Oh to be reborn again as something other than a peasant" he thinks. Better yet, to be reborn as Jongin would satisfy him the most. All he wanted was you, all he needed was you and knowing he couldn't have you had him torn between anger and sadness. He was becoming desperate now, willing to do any and everything to split you two apart. He hated that he was so weak for you, for being so unlike himself. Tomorrow was the last day of their stay and he was aware of the plans Jongin had with you.

A proposal. A promise of a union between two parties. "In sickness and in health; till death do us part", he would have to hear you say those words and see you seal them with a kiss. It would be torture but he wasn't blessed with royalty nor in a different body and this would be his punishment for letting things get so far with you.

It was late and you have long since been dry. Having taken too many sips from the glass of water next to you, it was best to make a quick trip to the bathroom before you got too comfortable in bed. A single candle in its holder dimly lit your way, your feet slapping against the cold marble flooring. Someone clears their throat softly next to you making you almost drop the candle.

"I'm sorry if I startled you princess." Jongin walks up to you, face illuminating in the small light. "W-would you like to spend the night with me? Tomorrow is my last day with you and I would love if I at least got the chance to share my bed with my future wife."

Admittedly taken aback by his request, you would miss him when he was gone and didn't get much time with him with your mind so preoccupied.

"Everyone is asleep so they won't notice."

You followed him after using the bathroom. You had never been in his room before, let alone any of the guest rooms so seeing how different everything looked made you feel like you already lived together.

He grabbed your hand and guided you to the bed and let you climb in.

"Goodnight my love, tomorrow will be a great day" he says kissing your cheek before turning over with his back pressed against yours.

You laid awake too many thoughts going through your mind to settle into relaxation. Based off of what he said, he was sure to propose tomorrow. It excited you, the thought of being a wife but also his wife. You've waited long enough to get to this point and backing down because of some new feelings would not get in your way. This was a test, you thought, and although you've failed most of it, you were going to make the rest count.

There was a shift in weight behind you and now Jongin no longer had his back pressed against yours. There was something hard pressed against your ass, you knowing what it was almost immediately. He snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer making his hard on settle in the crevice of your behind. You grabbed his hand that draped over your midsection and gave it a squeeze, letting him know he could continue.

He kissed his way down from your ear to your shoulder. He rolled you onto your back and hovered above you. The moonlight lit the room just enough so he could see your expression. It felt different, being under him versus being under Kyungsoo. It was like darkness and light, Jongin being the latter.

His hand ran down the sides of your body, taking his time to admire every inch. The gentle touches leaving lingering tingles on your skin. He moved back up to caress your face and finally leaned down to put his lips on yours. After kissing you earlier, he knew he wanted another, not being able to wait for the wedding day. Your lips were soft and he loved how your nose would brush his ever so slightly.

You were like a painting in his eyes, each brushstroke carefully placed to form your very image. But something changed in the way you looked at him since his stay. He had his doubts but seeing his close companion look at you the way he did, he knew there was something there. Not something like he had with you, something so much more mature and unadulterated.

He wasn’t going to let his fear obstruct his goal, he was going to marry the love of his life even if your heart leaned more toward Kyungsoo. He took this opportunity to pour his feelings into his actions and he hoped they would properly relay the message.

His hand reached under your night dress and brushed between your folds through the fabric. You bit your lip as he watched your changing expressions.

“Feels good?” He pressed down a bit harder and quickly swiped over your clit.

You nodded and reached down to massage his dick. It felt thick and warm in your hand and his eyes threatened to close from your ministrations. He discarded you of your undergarments and playfully teased your pussy. He wanted to see just how far he could go before you begged him for more. You reached under his pajamas and released his achingly hard dick from its restraints. He hissed as the cold air kissed the tip making him leak more precum.

He finally let a finger dip inside your cave and he quickly added another when he felt just how wet you were. His dick twitched in your hand. To think he would be able to fuck you whenever he wanted had him already making plans for babies.

You stroked him with both hands now, precum making it easier for your hands to glide over him. One hand reached down to cup his balls and gently roll them while the other fisted closer to the head. He was bucking into your hand, dick growing more sensitive by the second.

His fingers already started to speed up to get you closer to your climax as well. You were both breathing heavily and moaning, falling weak to the work you put into each other. His fingers curled up and hit your sweet spot making your back arch off the bed. Your hands sped up the more his did and your orgasms were approaching quickly.

“Fuck, I’m so close please don’t stop”, he pleaded with you adding his thumb on your clit to speed up the process.

Your words dissolved into the air above you as your vision started to close in. You writhed under his touch and chased your high.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum, please tell me you’re close” his fingers were thrusting sloppily but he felt your walls tighten, giving him the motivation he needed to push through.

Your stomach balled into a knot ready to snap and when he came down to suck on your collarbone, you moaned loudly as your climax spilled over. You squirted all over his already sensitive dick and he couldn’t hold back the cum that spurted out onto your chest and stomach.

You winced at the emptiness when he removed his fingers. His hair stuck to his forehead, face flushed red. He dropped down next to you, both of your chests heaving.

“Thank you for making this night special, I’m sorry if it didn’t live up to your expectations.”

You felt sad that he thought that way, not really knowing what made his self esteem so low. You look over at him excited to tell him how much you loved it but his eyes were already closed. You rolled over and pressed a kiss to his temple and rested your head on his chest, sleep coming to claim you as well.

You woke up in a daze, unable to tell how much time had passed. You had to get back to your room before morning came, not needing anyone to find you anywhere else. Jongin’s arm wrapped around your torso and his face nuzzled in your neck--you were stuck. You eased your way out of his grasp and tiptoed toward the door, looking back to make sure he didn't stir awake. You took a deep breath before twisting the knob as quietly as possible. The real mission would be getting to your room and not being spotted by anyone. The floor was cold and you wished you wore socks or at least something on your feet. You ran lightly and as quickly as possible with your arms being the only things that kept you warm.

You passed by a room and heard shuffling on the other side so you moved as fast as your feet would allow.

"What are you doing?"

You stopped in your tracks when you heard the voice. You knew who it belonged to and didn't have the confidence to face him. You slowly turned on your heels and saw Kyungsoo standing in the doorway of his room. He barely wore anything so his body was on full display.

"You frightened me, I'm just going back to my room."

He cocked an eyebrow upwards and stepped passed the threshold of the door.

"Going back?" He knew exactly what you meant but he didn't want to accept that Jongin would be ballsy enough to get you caught in the morning just because he wanted more time with you. Yet he knew he'd do the same especially since his heart was already starting to break into pieces knowing he wouldn't see you for a while after tomorrow. This was unacceptable and borderline unfair. “If you can enjoy getting wet with him, stay and get wet with me.”

Your mouth was dry and you truly had nothing to say. He had a way with his words that turned you into a puddle. You stared at him trying to think of something that would make him let you off the hook. He walked over and stared down at you. He leaned in to kiss you softly, conveying a different feeling than he usually does. His hand comes up to rest on the back of your head, tilting his to gain advantage. He pulls back and look at you.

"Don't leave me to deal with these feelings by myself. If I have to live with you being with him, then just for tonight let me be the only one you think of."

How could you say no? After tomorrow, you would have to act like your feelings for him didn't exist. As hard as that would be, unless you wanted to be executed for adultery, it was all you could do. He escorted you to his room and shut the door, being extra careful to lock it. You followed him to the edge of the bed, watching how he removed the rest of his clothing slowly, making sure your eyes never left him. Your eyes were everywhere, from his face, his chest, all the way down to his hardening length. He cupped your face and dragged his hands down to your neck, then to cup your breasts.

He slowly pulled the straps of your nightie down and left open mouthed kisses on any inch of skin that became exposed. Stopping at your nipples, he made sure to suck and massage them before continuing his journey down your body. Soon the gown reached your pelvic bones and he wasted no time in hooking a finger under the waistband of your panties to pull them down with the rest of the material. You were both now completely naked, skin basking in the candlelight. He pulled you onto the bed with him and sat against the headboard making you straddle his lap.

This time you didn't wait for him to make a move and kissed him with your hands linked behind his neck. His hands were all over you massaging circles into the flesh. Tongues wrapped around each other like a waltz, a work of team effort. Your body called for oxygen, the kiss becoming too intense but neither of you cared enough to let go. You took initiative to stop the kiss before it snatched the last breath in your lungs.

"Ride me." he pressed down on your hips as he ground up against your core.

You let out a shaky breath as you leaned forward on your knees and aligned your hole with the head of his dick. The stretch as you gradually eased your way down was magnificent and he bit his lip as he watched your face contort from the pleasure. The more you bounced on top of him the less he could control his sounds. The squelching noise that came from your bodies clashing only added to the vulgar sounds that filled the room. He ran a hand up your back and grabbed a handful of your hair. He tugged at it roughly and sucked and licked on the vulnerable skin on your neck. His other hand came around to grab your ass, digging his nails in and spreading it so your pussy opened more.

Your head was spinning, so much overstimulation, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. His strokes were getting sloppier indicating he was just as close.

"Fuck-I love you so much" he said through grunts. He knew what he wanted to do next based off of your response. If he were to get over you, he'd have to expose his true self even if that meant scaring you away.

"I love you too Kyungsoo~" your mouth hung open and you moaned his name, toes curling from your impending orgasm. You needed just a little more to push you over the edge.

He took that as a sign to carry out his plan. He let the lust consume him fully, baring his fangs, sinking them into your neck and not letting up on the animalistic pace he set. It was painful but it mixed so deliciously with how he rolled his hips into you. Your eyes rolled back and your body tensed up. It's what has your orgasm hitting you like a train, vision turning white. The feeling was incredible even though as you came down from your high, you can't tell what just happened.

Just the image of you in this moment could make him cum, but that combined with the taste of your blood was heaven sent. He had never had anything like it. So fresh, sweet and pure. He never thought living his fantasy would play out so soon but your reaction was even more surprising. He didn't count on you enjoying it and wanted to use it as an escape route, but here he was drowning in the sight of you cumming all over him which lead to his own orgasm. He sucked in a breath, abs contracting as he painted your walls white.

You looked down at him and couldn’t believe the astonishing sight. He looked beautiful, dashing red eyes and canines sharper than a knife. As the few drops of blood trickled from the side of his mouth, everything all made sense now. The strange man you've come to fall in love with these past few days was a vampire. It’s why he carried such a mysterious aura, why he smelled so ethereal, why his presence was so lethal.

He had you speechless and now he was even more scared awaiting your next words. He licked the remaining drops from his lips, eyes wide. “Please say something.” His eyes searched your face for anything but he couldn’t decipher your expression.

“Kyungsoo…you’re beautiful. I-I don’t know what else to say.”

Tears brimmed his eyes knowing you didn’t hate him for who he was. Though now, his ploy of using this to get over you fell through and he had nothing left to try. Truthfully he wasn’t going to try. He loved you deeply and if he had to live with you married to someone else, he would take whatever he could get. You were his forever, he would never allow himself to love anyone else. He hated that he fought for the top spot with Jongin but the heart wants what it wants and as you said to him before he wasn’t going to not give it what it wanted.

Lying to yourself wasn’t an option anymore. You thought you would be scared seeing him in his true form, but it added so much depth to his character that you couldn’t help but be attracted. You knew now that life without Kyungsoo would throw you into a deep depression. You needed him like your organs needed blood.

Morning came and you felt your eyes had only been closed for 5 minutes. When they finally opened you quickly processed that you weren’t where you were supposed to be. There was a loud knock on the door and you looked at Kyungsoo’s sleeping form next to you. Another knock woke him up and he quickly threw the blanket over you and told you to stay quiet and lay down. He put on whatever clothing he discarded last night and shuffled over to the door.

“Oh, sorry to wake you but I’m looking for the Princess, she’s not in her room and I wondered if you knew where she was but it looks like you haven’t left your room this morning.”

You heard Vivian’s voice from under the cover and cursed under your breath. You swore you would make it back to your room last night and ended up staying with the man you definitely shouldn’t be caught with.

“I will be out momentarily and I will help you look for her. Perhaps she is outside or in another area of the castle.” Kyungsoo made up an excuse as fast as his mind could conjure and shooed Vivian away. He returned to you after he closed the door and removed the blanket from your head. “They’re looking for you, you know what today is.”

You got up and gathered all your clothes before making your way to your bathroom unseen with Kyungsoo’s help. He left your room after kissing your forehead and going to tell Vivian that he “found you”.

What a way to start off your proposal day. You’re just glad that Jongin wasn’t the one running around the castle in search for you. Vivian came knocking on the bathroom door a few minutes later.

“Why didn’t I think to check here first?” She says tapping a finger to her lips when you opened the door. “Your father has requested you meet him downstairs in 10 minutes, so we need to hurry.”

After much preparation in so little time, you made your way down to the main hall to see both of your parents, Jongin and Kyungsoo standing there. You knew what this meant and it had your nerves jumping. After such a long wait, you were finally here at the end goal, something you thought to be so far away. Jongin and Kyungsoo bowed when you reached the bottom of the stairs, a big smile plastered over Jongin’s face.

“As you know, Prince Jongin has been coming to spend his hours with us over a long period of time in hopes that he would one day ask for your hand in marriage. Today he would like to go forward with that and make you his wife so long as you should accept.”

A lump formed in your throat as your father spoke. Tears fought to leave your eyes but you held them back as much as you could.

Jongin went and bowed slightly in front of your parents. “Your highness, if you would please allow me to take your daughter as my wife and protect her with my all as her husband.”

Your parents nodded their head, your mother also fighting the urge to cry. You quickly glance at Kyungsoo whose eyes were watching you. You both knew of what you had to do and would have to deal with it for the rest of your lives. So when Jongin stepped in front of you, you knew what came next.

“Princess…will you accept my proposal and spend the rest of your life with me as my wife?” He looks over at Kyungsoo before continuing. “You will have free reign to do whatever you please as long as you promise to never let your love fade.”

You gasped softly, no longer able to contain the tears. This whole time he knew of your feelings for Kyungsoo but wouldn’t let his feelings for you dissipate. You turned such a happy moment into something sorrowful unbeknownst to the onlookers.

“I accept your proposal Jongin and you have my word.”

Cheers erupted all around you and Jongin pulled you into a hug, him too letting tears fall onto his cheeks.

Your fate was sealed, destined to marry the man of your dreams while you got the dick wet of another. There was no turning back, especially not with the child brewing in your womb belonging to the man you snuck and spent your last night single with. You would have to face the burden of it all one day but as for now, you mentally crossed off today; the day you longed so earnestly for.

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the less time, the better. pt 3.

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pairing: heimdall x gn!reader

summary: the days pass slowly in asgard as you find yourself becoming closer to heimdall, and he draws nearer to figuring out what his feelings for you are.

notes: all of the support on this has been absolutely crazy and i'm beyond grateful!! thank you all very much :") not proof read so mistakes are probably there lol. reader's getting feelings and heimdall's finally realizing what the feelings are!! y/n is VERY flirty in this chapter also!! this is shorter than the last part, but focuses solely on heimdall's relationship with y/n :) enjoy and let me know what you think!

it was to niflheim in search of the last mask piece. in due time. odin had told you to take your time, to enjoy all of the splendors and pleasantries asgard had to offer. you resisted the urge to groan at his words. you knew he was lying. he wanted you to find it as quickly as possible— to unlock whatever secrets he thought were hidden in the crack sitting in his library. what was up with that thing, anyway?

you wouldn't let him see it. even if it held nothing.

if heimdall didn't get in your way, first.

mimir had mentioned before that he was essentially odin's lapdog, that he protected him and asgard with his own life. he was correct. you swore he didn't have a brain to think on his own. even with his foresight, he couldn't see that he was being used, just like everyone else was. just like mimir, freya, týr.. you hated thinking about it. odin didn't care for him. he was just a good manipulator.

you pushed the thought out of your mind as you opened the door to your room, making your way up the stairs and to the mess hall to pick up some breakfast before you would train. you wanted to be prepared for your journey, but you would take your time. see how long it takes for odin to ask you to go himself.

you pulled out a chair at an empty table in the far corner, taking off the sheath your sword was held in and sitting it on the table. you found that the einherjar would look at you less strangely if you took off your weapons and laid them down. you would do that if it drew less attention to you.

your breakfast was cold when you got it. you weren't too sure why, but it was the only meal available, so you started picking at it with your fork. you rested your cheek on the palm of your hand, biting at the inside of your lip as you thought about.. well, everything.

your mind lingered back to your father and brother, then to freya.. then to baldur. you sighed at the image of him in your mind. looking back, he was a sad, lost man. he was desperate for answers. blinded by odin. you pitied him, and you would be lying if you said you hated watching him die. it was something you could never erase from your mind no matter how much you wanted to.

freya.. you remembered the look on her face on that day. you thought of her often. you knew she mourned baldur. you were friends, at one point. you missed that. she was motherly, a kind mentor and advisor to you and atreus back then. now, she was a shell of the woman she once was without her son. your father had stripped her of her choice. it made you sad to think about.

"well, well." a voice rung out from behind you, and you sighed. you recognized it, of course. heimdall. hardly anyone else talked to you, anyway. you glanced over your shoulder to look at him, you greeted him with a thin lipped smile. "hey, pretty boy." you said. he blinked a few times, mouth falling open at your words.

"c'mon. close your mouth, you'll catch flies." you chuckled, turning your attention back to your freezing food in front of you. it was nowhere near gone, solely due to the quality of it. it was.. okay, other days.

he cleared his throat. how have you managed to leave him speechless this many times? it was out of character for him to not have a snarky response to someone. what was so different about you?

"the allfather wanted me to remind you," he began, coming up from behind you. you felt his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them tightly. it felt surprisingly good. "of your mission. that is why you are here, is it not?" you let out a breath. you should've known he would have someone else come to talk to you about it instead of himself.

"yeah. i know. i'm a little busy right now." you gestured at your food, a soft sigh escaping from your lips. you wished it was hotter. "you don't look it. you haven't even touched it." heimdall retorted, his hands still on your shoulders. what was that feeling in your chest? it felt.. tight. you shrugged it off.

"yeah, because it's—"

"cold. i'm aware." he cut you off before you could even finish your sentence. "i could tell." he told you, glancing down at it with a look of disgust. he turned his head and snapped his fingers. a young looking mortal came up to him, a scared look in their eyes as they stared up at him. "fetch a new plate, will you? hot, this time. i'll know if it isn't." he grinned, clearly intimidating who he spoke to. "bye bye, now." he waved them off, pulling out the chair next to you.

he took gjallarhorn off of his belt, sitting it down on the table in front of him. you saw his eyes as he looked at it. proud? nervous? you couldn't tell. it was probably both. bearing it would be something to be proud of.. but it was also a reason to be scared. heimdall being scared was something that put you off. you pushed the idea away.

"what was that for?" you asked, an eyebrow raised as you watched the mortal scurry away. they looked terrified, and you could hardly blame them. you would be too, if you were in their shoes. "to get you moving. we have much to do." he replied without a moment's hesitation, and you chuckled.

"so, you didn't do that because you care about me?" you decided to tease, and his face flushed a light pink. had he done it because he.. cared about you? he shook his head, not sure if he was answering you or himself. "in your dreams." he spoke after a pause, and you rolled your eyes.

"you? please. i could do better."

"how so?"

you furrowed your brow. where was this conversation going? why were you talking about this? what were you doing?

"well.. i'm sure there are plenty of people out there who aren't condescending, overconfident, obnoxious, annoying.. petty. should i continue?" you asked, tilting your head with a mischievous look in your eye.

was he really all of those things? he rolled his eyes, "i would love to see you try to do better than me."

"sounds like you're in love with me." you replied without missing a beat, and his stomach dropped. in love? that was.. too much. he didn't even like you. not like that. right?

he took a moment to collect himself, and you laughed. "you are, aren't you?" he clenched his jaw. "do you ever shut up?" his voice was filled with frustration, and he sounded almost embarrassed. you chuckled, "you started it."

you both fell silent, and it suddenly felt awkward. you were only teasing. did he take it that seriously?

you cleared your throat, cutting through the tension. "i was just kidding. you know that, right?" you glanced over at him, and his eyes met yours.

why were they so.. beautiful?

if he replied, you didn't hear him. your gaze was focused on the galaxies he held in his eyes. they were captivating. why were you thinking like this? what was wrong with you?

he snapped his fingers in front of your face, and you released a breath you didn't even realize you had been holding. you blinked, focusing back in on the conversation. "did you hear me?" he asked, and you shook your head. "sorry. i was just thinking."

he let out an annoyed sounding sigh. "i said.. i know." he told you, tearing his eyes off of you.

the more he looked at you, the more he found himself thinking about you. you would come into his mind at the strangest of times, and he caught himself picturing your smile as he patrolled the top of the wall days ago.

you let out a breathless, soft chuckle, "good. good." you licked your lips, suddenly finding more interest in the table in front of you rather than the god sitting next to you.

what was he doing anyway? he didn't have to keep sitting here. why was he spending his time with you instead of doing something more valuable? more important?

"why are you here?" you asked, cracking your knuckles as you pulled your fixated gaze off of the table and onto him. "the allfather is eager for you to go to niflheim. as i said before. i'm ensuring that you remain true to your word, and go." he nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, a smirk on his lips as he stared at you.

you nodded, "right. you're definitely not here because you secretly enjoy my company." you nudged his arm with your elbow, and his hand came to grip where you had touched. it felt.. weird. it was tingling.

why was his heart beating so fast?

"you would know if i enjoyed your company." he decided to say in response, forcing himself to look into your eyes. "how would i know?"

"i would be here of my own volition."

"looks like you are now." you shrugged.

"i already told you. i'm here because the allfather wants me to be. that's all there is to it." heimdall said, his gaze not leaving yours as he spoke.

the more time you spent around him, the less intimidating he became. he was like everyone else. minus the fact that he was a god.

you heard someone clear their throat from behind you, "your.. your food." their voice was quiet. another mortal from the kitchen.

"speak up." heimdall's voice rang out from beside you. they glanced between the two of you, and took in a shaky breath. "your food." they repeated, more confident in themselves this time. they extended the tray to you, and you thanked them before they left.

you looked over at him. did he do that because he wanted them to be more confident, or because he wanted to be mean? you couldn't tell. it's not like his tone was rude or condescending, but the way he naturally spoke could sound like that anyway.

he rested his chin on the palm of his hand, "eat. we have places to be."

"we?" you inquired, and he nodded. "we. the allfather wishes for us to go together. again."

"because that went so great last time?" you said to yourself. "it would've been better if you deciphered it correctly the first time." he replied. "oh, yeah? and you can do better?" you leaned closer to him, your eyes meeting his through your eyelashes.

his face flushed. you were.. stunning. he hadn't seen you this close. to anyone else, it looked as though you were attempting to kiss him. you could hear a few soft cheers from across the mess hall, and he stared at your lips.

you watched his eyes flicker between your eyes and your lips, and you chuckled.

"you falling for me, pretty boy?" your voice lowered into a whisper, and with his heightened hearing it sounded as though you were talking right into his ear. he let out a shaky exhale, and watched as you licked your lips.

he sat his hands on your waist, and pulled you closer.

"in your dreams."

your lips were only a few centimeters away, and you found yourself almost wanting to kiss him. what was that? you laughed at his words, "i think i should be the one saying that to you." you muttered.

"a giant and the aesir's posterboy.. aw." you whispered to him, your tone taking on a sultry, teasing tone as you did so. you could feel his grip on you tighten.

what was he doing— letting you toy with him like this in public? was he liking this?

did he like you?

the thought sent a pang through his chest, and he swallowed. he couldn't. you were a giant, an enemy of himself and his people— and your father was the man who had killed baldur. he.. couldn't. he wouldn't feel that way about you.

but..

he felt a tug on his heartstrings as he looked at you. your gaze was so soft as you stared into his eyes. they were beautiful. he looked at your lips again, then back at your eyes.

"i don't like you." he said, not sure if he was talking to you or to himself.

"keep telling yourself that." you teased.

you pulled yourself away from him, and he almost missed the feeling of your hips in his hands.

why had you shared such an intimate moment like that? why were you teasing him so much?

did he actually like you in that way?

he fell silent after you left his touch, deciding that saying nothing was better than embarrassing himself further. why were you so good at flirting with him? was that was that was? were you flirting? he shut his eyes. what was wrong with him?

you watched as he seemed to have an internal debate, and you almost felt bad for causing it. you could only wonder what he was thinking.

it was probably for the best, anyway.

you lifted your fork, finally beginning to eat your meal.

it was hot, after all.

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lopeirce · 8 months

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do you think you could please do a tutorial for your greys anatomy edit (kinda similar to your brittana edits) i'm shocked if no one has ever asked you before for tutorials (and if you do i'd love to see them) your edits are so gorg and you're incredibly talented !

Totally! Bare with me, this is my first tutorial in like 8 years. Haha. I'll show you how I made this one:

For reference, I use Photoshop CS5. (My computer hates the newer versions. It'll run three different video editing softwares but hates photoshop. Idk lol.)

Okay, first you want to make 2 gifs with the same amount of frames. That's important. And then you want to convert them to a smart object.

So we have these two gifs.

Now, depending on what you're doing, you can do this next step now or you can color your gifs how you like, save them separately and then reopen them with all the coloring on them. Sometimes I do this if I'm working with a lot of effects but since these two gifs have the same coloring, we're going right click on one of them (it doesn't matter which one tbh) and you're going to select "duplicate layer"

A little box will pop up and this is where you're going to select the project name that you want to essentially paste this gif on top of.

Set the top gif to Screen.

The first thing I usually do is sharpen them. So I use Smart Sharpen and Unsharp Mask with these settings:

With Unsharp Mask, you have to tweak them depending on the gif, quality, what effect you're going for, etc.

Then we add some basic coloring:

Now, I have a base for specific shows because all shows are colored different. Grey's is more blue toned whereas Glee is more yellow toned. However, since coloring is a bitch sometimes, I'll add a PSD that I use ALOT. You can download it here.

So now that we've sharpened and added some coloring, this is what we have (separately):

This is what it looks like after I set it to Screen (and I moved the top gif a little to the right.)

Obviously, we need to get rid of those lines and make it so that each gif is more visible.

So now we blend.

On the top gif, you're going to add a layer mask to that gif. So with that top gif selected, you're going to select the mask button that looks like this:

Select your brush tool and use a soft brush to erase what you want from the background of each gif. (Make sure to repeat the previous steps to get a layer mask on the bottom gif.)

I have this now, after using the brush tool.

As you can see, it's very blue and I wasn't feeling blue for this gif so we want to change blue color. That's where the Selective Color comes in.

We're going to get rid of that cyan tone. So you're going to add adjustment layer and select Selective Color.

All I did for this one was adjust the cyan tones in the drop down box.

Now we have a pretty purple tone!

Now, we're going to add a light grey squareish box this to outline.

Set the blending mode to exclusion. To get the bar (and we'll do this again with the text) you're going to select the FX icon.

Select Color Overlay. A box will popup. You're going to set the blending mode to Color and then select whatever color you want the bar to be. (If it comes out with too much white, adjust the color of the bar itself to a darker shade.)

Lastly, we're going to add our text. For this gif I used Magnolia Script and Montserrat.

To get the purple effect on the "The Story" text, you're going to do the same thing you just did for the bar.

Voila! I hope this helped. If you need any further assistance, I'm always happy to help!

#tutorial #gif tutorial #blending tutorial #usergif #completeresources #mine #also anon you’re so fucking sweet

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luffyvace · 2 months

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can i request romantic hairo x male reader hcs about how hairo would show affection publicly and privately to the reader, and his love languages?

LOVING!! 🙌🙌 The hairo requests!! Idk why but I just have so many ideas when writing for him??

💪💖

Showing affection in public is as casual as walking around to him

even if your both guys

like literally, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it

walking somewhere together? He’s got an arm around your shoulder!

standing there talking to someone? His hand’s resting on your head :3 (in a affectionate way)

watching a movie/anime/show? His arms’ wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer

you go from walking to trudging and he notices your slowing down? He’ll pick you up!

If you don’t mind you probably won’t say anything

and he’ll probably be forgetful as to remembering to ask if you are okay with it

But that’s only because he’s been doing it subconsciously for so long

when he does realize how often he touches you, he’ll go:

”oh!- umm, do you mind me touching you?..like you know? Hugging you and stuff in public? 😅……I forgot to ask..whoops haha 😀”

he doesn’t think twice about how others view it despite gender

your his boyfriend! Why wouldn’t he be able to snuggle up to you wherever as long as you don’t mind??

although I will say some girls at your school (Airua, Teruhashi and chiyo specifically-) think your interactions are adorable ☺️

let’s not act like the whole world hates you folks, because your certainly do have shippers 😂🥰

hairo has been canonly asked out in the past so some girls might go “ohhh he didn’t reject me because I wasn’t enough!- he was gay the whole time!”

LOL

he never really came out right and said his sexuality after you two started dating

but he obviously loves you

Conclusion? He’s never beating the gay allegations

HAHAH

like?? He could be pan? bi?

No. Gay.

- The girls he rejected

anyhow back on topic! Stay with me!

if you do mind when he initiates pda

like I’ve said in previous headcanons he won’t notice at first

you’ll either have to say it verbally or physically express your uncomfortable with it

like yknow? Flashing a quick frown

Smth that’ll send the message of “not here 😬” and he’ll get it

he apologizes in private later on and you two talk out boundaries

he might do it a few more times but do be patient dear, he’s not trying to tick you off! he didn’t realize!

by the way tdlsk seems pretty modern but If any boys think it’s awkward that you two show pda (in the case that it doesn’t bother you) he will lectures them

about how it’s normal/natural to want to display affection to your lover and there’s really nothing to laugh about

again tho the show seems modern so I’m sure you won’t have to go through this unless someone’s immature or smth 🗿

anywho

instead of physical affection you find other ways he can show his love to you to compromise ♥︎

showing affection in private becomes less casual and more intentional

of course he’ll probably do all this in public if you don’t mention being upset about it but like I said he does it subconsciously in public

so stuff like

kissing (anywhere—mainly on the lips)

cuddling (also anywhere—mainly in one of your rooms)

massages (your probably sore from all the sports and working out he makes you join in on—so yeah you get massages)

holding hands (also common in public)

head pats (he often does this when your watching something together)

His mom walking in occasionally happens too 😅💗

she supports, and him and his mom is really close so it’s not awkward! ❤️‍🩹

hairo’s love languages are physical touch, acts of service and quality time

ngl physical touch is pretty explanatory, if you don’t get how he displays this by now go back and read the headcanons because I’ve been talking about that the entire time 🥰(😂)

no but fr tho!! It’s pretty much him just being all over you in wholesome way :)

as for acts of service—ask him to do anything and he will come running

LITERALLY.

because 1) you called him! and he sure is at your beck and call! and 2) exercise 😄

that dude HAND CHOPPED a tree for a school project….why wouldn’t he do 100x more for you..?

so yeah lol basically anything you need he’s got it

definition of a provider mindset 😍

need something physically? He’ll go get it for you.

need something mentally? He’s your shoulder to lean on! 💪

need something emotionally? He’s got some tissues and has ordered ticks to a theme park! 👍

just!- anything! Really! Call out something random and he’ll go get it for you

(insert Haido as the “let me do it for youuu” dog here) LOLL IF YOU KNOW THE MEME YOU KNOW THE MEME SEARCH IT! ITS HILARIOUS

Quality time :)

really he just invites you to every little thing/outing he has

and he’s always texting to see what your up to if he’s not there

(not in a toxic/clingy way my guy a green flag 🗣🗣)

HIS 👏 MOMMA👏 RAISED 👏 HIM 👏RIGHT. 👏

oh your going to the store? What store? he’ll be there! shoppings’ more fun together :)

your going on a walk? He loves exercise!

he’s got tennis practice! You’ll be in the stands right? 💗

he’s going to visit his grandparents wanna come?

he’s got popcorn and movies!!

even just doing nothing!- doing nothing together is wayyy better! He can come over right?

sports is a way of affection.

and that is a fact.

If your in a sport you have no other bigger fan then him

if you run track he’ll run alongside you at this point 😂

Same with being a swimmer

he might as well be in two clubs at once!

you also support him! Maybe not as intense as he does you..(or maybe you do! Idk!)

either way there’s no escaping with sports with him

ngl same with working out

it kinda goes hand in hand so it’s inevitable

he’s a real good motivator tho!

always pushes you to do your best and better!

which isn’t a bad thing!

you could always tell him to play it cool and he’ll tone it down

he will automatically if he sees your in a rough mood 💞

Summary? he wants you to at least work out/play sports with him once or twice a week

especially since he cares about you and exercise keeps you healthy

negotiable right?

im sure it is with how much you love this guy

Hairo>>> I never knew how much I liked this guy til you started requesting for him 😋👍

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reflections-in-a-critical-eye · 7 months

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Jimin's documentary is what I've been wanting from bts for YEARS. I'm so glad they released such raw material. Jimin's musicality is insane, and it seems like the producers were 100% aware of that because of how much they relied on jimin and his creativity. I think it was during the commentary that he mentioned what he felt the first time pdogg approved one of his ideas, and then he called himself an idea bank!! He's usually so hard on himself, it's refreshing to hear that even though there's always a place for improvement, he knows how good he is. Another thing I enjoyed was listening to the previous versions of the songs that made it into the album and the one that was supposed to be the title track and finally got scrapped. I think I liked the alone and set me free pt.2 demos a bit more than the final product. I feel like that intrinsic grittiness and unpolished quality of an unfinished product was really fitting, and in the case of smf2 I kinda feel like it ended up overproduced... I guess, if that makes sense. Anyways, I really, really appreciate the route Jimin decided to take for his solo career, I truly hope we get to see more of that before he leaves, and when he comes back I'd love for him to get the chance to continue showing his artistry as a soloist. And regarding army shading jimin and trying to undermine him lol... what else is new? I remember namjoon once said that army would not like to see what it looks like behind the scenes when they were recording and stuff and I guess he was right. I know they hated to see how reality goes against the narratives the company has been feeding them for a decade. The supposed geniuses in the band have yet to release something as good as like crazy and they know it.

I was trying to catch some of the things Jimin said during his live watching and I was so pleasantly surprised to see how confident he was. Like, yes. He is an idea bank. That's the best way to put it because during the production, he kept coming up with stuff on the spot. I think PDogg and the rest of the marching band were so open to this because they knew how Jimin worked. That's why I keep saying that having a small team with people that know each other so well worked perfectly for Jimin and his first album.

There's no way of knowing exactly what RM said about what happens behind the scenes during pre-recordings and if it's close to what we've seen now in the documentary, but what I took from that is that in real life, people having to work on something is not all sunshines and rainbows or fun like when they recorded the ITS song. The audience gets to see the nicer, aesthetized version a lot of the times.

I'll refrain from commenting on the rapline releases now, but I'll do say about Like Crazy is that out of all the so-called "Chapter 2" songs, it is in my view the only one which is artistically compelling, intricate, well produced, tells a story, it's part of a bigger conceptual album, but also has the potential to be commercially succesful as well, which is the mark of a good pop song.

#m thoughts #jimin #jimin's production diary

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just-an-enby-lemon · 5 months

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Job Requirements to future employees of the Magnus Archives (and tips to nail your interview):

GENERAL

- Be part of the LGBTQIA+ comunity.

- Be neurodivergent

- Have personal trauma (a little bit of trauma is enough but the more trauma the best)

- Have a small or even better non-existent support group outside of maybe other Institute Employes if and when Elias sees fit (he will break your friendship and you won't even notice).

- Better yet just make very clear that the chances of someone noticing your sudden disapearance is something between "almost none" and "zero", same for looking for you if they somehow notice.

- Be extremely nervous and specifically afraid of Elias during your enterview. (Yes, the Head of the Instute does all the job interviews personally, no it's not for quality test he's just hungy and really enjoys the fear of being known and truly seen that comes from job enterviews in specific).

- Deep wish for knowledge

- Opticional: Have a college diploma and some high academic credenciais. Don't worry you can straight up lie, Elias will know but he will hire you for the lols (and because your anxiety of if someone noticed and when everyone will know you're an impostor is a really fun snack).

EXTRA RULES FOR A POSITION ON THE ARCHIVES

- Have no idea how to run an archive

- Cassete Tape Expertise

- Some level of distrust that will ruin your friendships (Martin is the exception because the lie anxiety was a rly good snack and Elias subestimated him).

* Specifically for the Head rchivist position we also recomend you have previous supernatural trauma to pair with your normal trauma, be hard to kill but easy to hurt and be incrledibly easy to kidnapp.

+ SOME GUIDELINES FOR IF YOU WANT TO BE THE HEAD OF THE INSTITUTE

- Have cold grey eyes (alternativally have no one that really rembers your eye color all that well).

- Jonah Magnus considers you to be actractive and healty.

- Answer the question: what the people around you would think if your personality suddently changed with "preffer it" or "they wouldn' notice" or even better some mix of both.

+ Bônus: DON'T try to enter to or act as someone from HR, the HR people are either not real or just Peter Lukas dressed as a slutty secretary after he lost a bet. He hates it. You hate it (you better do or the Fog will get you). Everyone hates it (except Elias because of fucking course Elias is fine). If you try or even if you just do something that looks a bit like HR's job you will be the one testig whatever it is they're testing in artefact storage right now.

#tma #the magnus archives #elias bouchard #the magnus institute #became an employee NOW

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prideflagcontest · 1 year

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Disclaimer: this is not about the identities but the beauty of the flag I want do do a flag contest similarly @flagwars but only with pride flags (idk if this has been done before but anygay)

Rules:

round one is finished, aroace won

round two: round one is currently in progress

My contest my rules I don’t argue if you don’t have a point

In poll posts I try to put the identity in the image description thing in case it’s not clear which is which

submissions are in my askbox since the google thing isn’t working for me (i’m dumb lol)

No pride flag is automatically submitted

I won’t publish who submitted a flag because I don’t care and I’m definitely not going to out anyone who doesn’t have on anonymous asks to anyone, I don’t know most of you anyway and I’m not a monster

I accept gender and sexuality flags

I don’t accept disability, neurodivergent or mental illness flags because it would make my task unnecessarily more complicated and not because I don’t support those groups or don’t see their flags as pride flags

I don’t accept mashups with a fucking rat why do five people want that (I’m banning all little pictures of animals and characters on pride flags except if they are an actual part of a pride flag)

You can’t correct my choice of flag anyway because only satan can edit polls but if you submitted it and I did something wrong you may complain in the notes of that post or something. additionally if I got the name wrong, just correct me in the notes and i’ll tag it correctly

I won’t argue about the existence of any identity

If I didn’t notice an offensive flag it may be eliminated by me only with solid reasoning (or the votes idk)

I don’t publish the number of submissions or propaganda because I don’t have it anymore

however: you are encouraged to put propaganda in the tags or comments and give all of them nicknames or whatever as long as you do not: hate on people who didn’t vote the same, send death threats to anyone, claim that an identity of which the flag is competing against your favourites is invalid anyway, … (just anything inappropriate)

if you break the previous rule I will exclude the flag you want to win and block you or something, if it happens more than twice I’m calling this off

New rules will be added here

the first bracket (open it up for better quality and all that)

the bracket of the second round one and two:

#poll #polls #tumblr polls #lgbt #lgbt pride #lgbtqia #lgbtqplus #lgbt+#lgbtqia+#gay #lesbian pride #pride flag #prideflagcontest #flagwars #flags #flag #prideflagwars #finished contest #contest in progress

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shoechoe · 1 month

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On Stone Ocean- I remember before the anime came out (even before it was announced that it would) and the part was the "black sheep" of the Jojo fanbase. Popular Jojotubers and Jojo communities would always talk about how it was easily the worst part (for a lot of reasons that I honestly think you could apply to several other parts lol) and there were even people who suggested that the anime should skip it (which makes no sense because part six is crucial to wrapping up the story of the previous parts, but whatever I guess).

Parts 2 and 5 were the same way for a while in the English-speaking fanbase, but the criticism dissipated when the anime releases came out and people started adoring them. I remember loads and loads of people were insistent that it would be the same way with part 6- I had my doubts (part 5 was largely hated because the only English translation available was a soul-suckingly bland and inaccurate one, for example. The anime and the new manga translations helped to fix that issue, which is why its fanbase blew up), but I thought it could be a possibility.

But then the batch releases completely killed SO's hype and squandered any chances at all of part 6 becoming more appreciated. It was so disappointing. I feel bad for everyone that was excited about a part they enjoyed finally having the chance of being more well-liked but that shot being ruined by idiotic company decisions that have nothing to do with the actual part's quality.

#stone ocean #jjba #short posts #why did they even decide to do that? what did they think was the benefit?#i can't think of any company benefits killing a popular show's hype with bad release schedules would have

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A random thought I had about the whole illithid soul thing. It's totally possible you touched on this somewhere in one of your posts and I've forgotten about it lol so sorry

So if we think the special tadpole that turns tav/karlach/whoever into a mindflayer at the very end is some kind of advanced tadpole that allows them to retain their souls, or at least a little bit of it, what do you make of Omeluum? He's the exception of course but he comes across as caring, empathetic, etc. He cares about Blurg and the society and the citizens of the Underdark. And he's grateful to tav for saving him in the iron throne and wants to help them defeat the Absolute. I just wonder how much of his original personality/soul is still in him. I guess it could be the same as Balduran. The emperor says his personality was just so strong that he retained at least part of it.

ANYWAY a follow up question: do you think when someone turns into a mindflayer they IMMEDIATELY lose their soul/any sense of their nonillithid self? I'm thinking specifically about the cut scene in the final battle where civilians start turning into mindflayers and immediately eating brains. Are they just following this new unfamiliar instinct while their former self is still somewhere in there thinking wtf is going on? Or like, soul gone, evil now, eat brain, previous self destroyed completely?

Excellent questions! I actually avoided talking about Omeluum because I felt like it was too much side lore but I love him and I’m delighted to talk about him

disclaimer that this isn't like...super well-thought-out or amazingly organized because the brain isn't functioning that well today but I didn't want to make you wait 2-3 business days while I dug up screenshots and crafted a whole ass deep dive. so the thoughts/theories below the cut are my Best Guesses lol but there are plenty of thoughts/theories!

First it’s worth thinking about how Omeluum was able to break away from being enthralled to an elder brain. Omeluum explains that he was able to break away because he was a spellcaster, probably a sorcerer who studied to become a wizard:

Player: How did you escape your colony? Omeluum: I was born with a propensity for arcane magic my people despise. It gave me the strength to resist the elder brain. Every waking hour, I pushed back against its dire hold. My wizardry empowered me. The moment its control shattered, I fled before the colony discovered I had defected.

So it sounds like he has some memory of who he was, or at least what he was capable of, before his transformation. But it's also a smidge unclear. For example, is "my people" the mind flayers, or his original race? Because mind flayers also hate arcane magic because they think psionic magic is better. But perhaps he comes from an anti-magic people group and is referencing them instead.

That said there’s no way of knowing whether the personality we see in Omeluum right now is the same one he had pre-transformation. There are hints in his dialogue that suggest he’s been around for a while (he's certainly not a brand new mind flayer) and I do think over time mind flayers change and adapt who they are, whether or not they’re enthralled to an elder brain. Whether this is merely a product of time (everyone changes over time), or because they consume and retain memories, or it’s an intentional choice they make, it’s not entirely certain, but I'm sure mind flayers do change as they mature and develop.

But I think his caring, empathetic qualities are genuine. It’s possible these qualities were part of his original soul/personality but it’s equally possible these qualities are ones he learned by interacting with Blurg and other Society members. Mind flayers aren’t emotionless, they just feel…differently. They might have a smaller emotional range, and typically every emotional thing they express appears muted or subtle (we see this especially with Karlach, who loses a lot of her usual exuberance, and even Blurg is like "Omeluum isn't given to strong emotions" when discussing him), but as long as they’re not enthralled, they’re capable of care and empathy. It just might look different.

I mean, even Omeluum phrases his relief and gratitude toward you in distanced terms when you save him from the Iron Throne. He says stuff like "It is...pleasurable to see you" when you talk to him at the Society of Brilliance and when you say that you like him, he responds with "I too feel some...warmth at your presence." He picks both words with hesitancy and there's a kind of distance there, but he does feel those things.

There are other hints in his other dialogues, but I don't want to clog up this response with tons of screenshots. But from the datamined dialogues we see that he is capable of joy, warmth, pleasure (words literally written in dialogues and narrator observations), as well as empathy, concern, and good-aligned morals (he actively tries to make the world a better place, wants to help stop the Absolute plot, and is even trying to research ways to eat fewer brains to sustain himself).

But whether all of that is due to his prior personality, I doubt even he knows. I'm sure there is a pre-transformation influence there, but he doesn't pretend he's anything other than a mind flayer. For example, if you tell him about the nautiloids, he says "What a brilliant experience. To feel one step closer to my ancestors is a fine gift indeed." Elsewhere he talks about the illithids being his people and while he doesn't group himself with their goals, he still talks about them being his collective people-group. He'll say stuff like "our warships" and "the gith rebelled and ended our dominion" when talking about mind flayer history, but then in act 3 he'll say "Given my kind's involvement in creating this evil, it is only right that I do my part in helping you defeat it" to explain his actions in helping you and say "I do not share my kind's opinions on the value of other living beings. I would have seen them all saved, if I could." when you point out he could have just looked after himself and not the Gondian hostages and Ravengard.

So basically, while I think there might be some prior influence or some of his original soul/identity still lingering in him, I think he's just a genuinely empathetic mind flayer. My theory is some of it existed prior to his transformation, but he nurtured that empathy while living as a mind flayer. I don't think he's empathetic because he's got more of his original soul still lingering around than most other mind flayers, I think that he's just...genuinely nice. An outlier for a mind flayer, for sure. Anyways I'm hoping that all makes sense.

As for your second question, I think normally yes you lose essentially most or all of your original identity the moment you transform (some memories typically linger, but not always) but you don't suddenly go feral. Normally you lose your soul/identity because a normal illithid tadpole literally ate your brain matter, so what’s left, essentially, is a blank slate (whereas for your soul my theory is that it morphs and transforms). You'd be hungry and instinctively you'd crave other brains, but I don't think you'd suddenly go about killing hundreds of people in your path. But you'd also not really be thinking independently, since you'd be connected with an elder brain who is issuing commands to you. So normally, just after you transform, you’re basically a mindless puppet at the start, though I’m sure as time goes on mind flayers grow a little more autonomous (as we see with Omeluum). But they don't suddenly go evil and attack everything on sight...at least, from what I understand of normal lore.

The cutscene you're referring to is not at all a normal situation. The people in that mid-battle cutscene are infected with Netherese tadpoles which only transform a person at the express command of the Netherbrain. Also, in that specific moment when they transform, the Netherbrain is actively shouting commands for everyone to destroy each other. So I think for those people, the sudden transformation would have been overwhelming because it came completely by surprise, and then their brains (which theoretically should also be capable of retaining more personhood like Tav and Karlach do because everyone's got the same kind of tadpole) is literally filled with the irresistible voice of the Netherbrain who is very loudly like “TRANSFORM. DESTROY.” over and over and over again.

Like, seriously, if my "the Netherese tadpole makes you special" theory holds any water, then anyone with a Netherese tadpole could potentially retain their soul/personality after turning into a mind flayer so long as they have access to the Astral Prism's shields to get them through the battle. Unfortunately for the city of Baldur's Gate, the Emperor is extremely picky about who he lets in.

The only reason we and our companions don't end up the same mindless, destructive mind flayers as the Baldurian citizens is because of the Astral Prism, and even then, we get close. If you trigger forced ceremorphosis (using Gale's orb in act 2, trying to go back to act 1 after killing Ketheric, attacking the Emperor in the Astral Prism without having a way to free Orpheus, etc), then you see how helpless we are to resist the Absolute's command to transform and then become her thrall. But also, if you get Orpheus to transform you into a mind flayer by him reducing his mental shields around you, there's a hint there too:

Narrator: With the withdrawal of Orpheus' power, your mind is rushed with the full force of the Netherbrain. You feel a compulsion unlike anything you've ever known - excruciating and exhilarating in equal measure. You wish nothing in the world but to evolve. Then - complete silence, as you are once again closed off from the Netherbrain's mind.

I'm sure that's more or less what is happening to the people in the streets too. But since they're under the Netherbrain's command, they're also getting commanded to kill and destroy. I doubt they have time to get their bearings or even understand what's happening because they're just reacting to commands at that point.

So it's kind of a unique case for them too. I think when they transform, they don't have the mental capacity to think beyond what the Netherbrain is forcing into their minds. If they survived the battle and were conscious when the Netherbrain went silent, maybe there was a chance they could have remembered something of themselves, but we'll never know, because they were all being killed in the streets.

Theoretically, those people could also have retained their identities (because again, Netherese tadpole) so there's a chance they might have "watched" their horrible actions from afar without having the power to stop themselves from acting. But there's also a chance that everything was just completely overwhelmed by the Netherbrain's voice and any chance at keeping personhood was taken away, first by the Netherbrain's incessant voice, and second by the very quick culling of mind flayers after the Netherbrain was defeated.

So...TLDR, normally the transformation would be like you waking up and being like "who am I? I'm hungry. That voice seems sensible. I'll listen to that voice." But the mid-battle Netherbrain transformation would be more like "OH GOD PAIN--The Voice says I must destroy, I must kill, I must eat, I must destroy, I must kill, I must eat" and maybe there's the original person deep down inside going "wtf is happening" but also maybe not.

So...maybe that helps?? Happy to chat more or clarify if I need to!

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Ok Andy this had been on my mind for a while now and I really want to hear your thoughts on this!

So we all know that Shouto is pure husband material, the kinda guy you'd be proud to introduce to your parents! But yk all those years of abuse and trauma (our poor bby ;-;) would definitely take a big toll on anyone, right?! So I was reminiscing about the earlier episodes where he is all closed off and cold to everyone, and that really got me thinking... what would dating Shouto REALLY be like.

How much of his behavior in a relationship really be affected by his past? Obviously nobody is perfect and even though our princess man comes close what do you think his shortcomings are as a person/partner? What do you think his toxic traits would be? What could be some of his bad habits? How would he react during an argument? I used to hc that he would be really calm and passive but then I remembered this scene

Ofc us being his partner would change things, but he DOES lash out at times. The police officer hadn't yelled at them, he was just explaining what they did was wrong according to the law (which could be unfair but thats his job) and he straight up called him a slur 💀 (well yk in this society where so many ppl have animal related quirks it probably is a slur? Idk tho). He was sorry later but still. I was so shocked when I internalized the fact that Shouto does infact have quite a temper, even when he's not rude/ aggressive about it. It doesn't make him bad or anything because 9/10 times it's well warranted and I am just a pussy who doesn't handle other's anger well but yk...

WHO WOULD EXPECT A TEMPER FROM THIS LIL FACE?!

I am really wanna take his character and study him under a microscope and I am really interested to see your pov on this. Also don't feel inclined to agree with anything I said if you dont, I asked you precisely cuz I wanted a different way of looking at him from mine.

Btw none of this is to paint him as a bad person or partner because of a few shortcomings or his trauma. We all know he's too precious for that and that would be hypocritical of me especially since I have many of my habits and unhealthy ways of dealing with stuff that I dislike, but I also feel like he has so much angst potential in issues that aren't necessarily rooted in his family but moreso his own personality. Healing is often a "one step forward and three step back journey" and while I hate to watch him struggle, his perseverance gives me a lot of strength. Also obviously people change over the course of time and character development and all that, but we see even after the MASSIVE amounts of character development Bakugo has he still retains a lot of his previous qualities and obviously still struggles with a few things. I wonder if it's similar for Shouto. I wonder what he struggles with 🤔 (idk why I am scared but I don't want ppl to take these dumb sleepy thoughts of mine the wrong way yk lol)

I support my mans rights, his wrongs and everything in between :>

(p.s. I am so sleepy rn I don't even know if any of this is coherent cuz the points are flying all over the place but I hope you get a gist of what I am trying to ask. I love myself some sweet angst when it comes to all my blorbos but when I think of Shouto nothing obvious comes to mind. Also whenever I write even an ask or question like this my respect for writers keeps increasing tenfold! How do you guys write fics at like 4 am and it's still a masterpiece and I can barely string my thoughts together... )

Yes!!! I have so many thoughts about this, particularly as someone who also has daddy issues and a hot temper but actively works to be better as well lol.

I do think for the most part we've really seen Shouto move past who he was in those earlier episodes. That is not to say he still doesn't have those feelings, but he arguably manages them in a more regulated way. He has the temper but now he also has the tools and the perspective to better articulate himself.

I think generally Shouto would work hard to be calm and patient during an argument, but as with any human being, mistakes will be made and tempers will spike. I think during particularly bad arguments he'd get more closed off, like in those earlier episodes, would try to go off by himself so that he doesn't explode with that white-hot rage.

I do think, thankfully, that Shouto's ability to show empathy and compassion even in the middle of what we know are the most emotionally trying times of his life (the fights with Dabi), bodes well for his future ability to communicate and regulate himself on the whole. I do not see him as the kind of man who would yell or break things; I see him as the kind of man who now does everything in his power not to be like that.

And also with a face like that, would we not just let him win any argument anyway?? LOL

#ask andie

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Falling For Your Fools Gold: Chapter 14

A/N: Okay, I know this chapter is super late, and I am so sorry, but I accidentally went off and wrote 5,000 words for this, 2,000 of which are smut, so at least there's that? Lol. Only the epilogue to go after this! I hope everyone enjoys :)

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Water rushes in around Nesta, pressing against her skin as momentum carries her down and down beneath the waves. She opens her eyes, tries to peer through the churning water, but the salty quality stings enough that she squeezes them shut again. Her ears seem to pop and ring at the same time, the whole feeling disorientating. She moves her arms and kicks out her feet, praying she’s moving in the correct direction that will take her back to the surface.

It’s easier said than done.

The water has her skirts weighed down, dragging her further under, and her corset squeezes at her already tight lungs from holding her breath. She pumps her arms harder, tries not to panic, but there’s no denying the burning in her chest, the way her head has started to feel fuzzy with each second that ticks by.

Strong arms curl around Nesta’s waist, and then her head is finally breaking the surface of the water. Nesta splutters and coughs, sucking down gulping breaths of air as she blinks the salt water from her eyes. She lifts her hands to push the hair out of her face, turning her head to find Cassian holding them both up in the water, but his eyes aren’t on her.

“Rhys! Az! Help her up,” Cassian calls out, and when Nesta turns her head again, she spots the rowboat bobbing amongst the waves, Cassian’s brothers already inside.

Rhysand and Azriel both lean over the edge of the rowboat. Their hands reach down and under Nesta’s arms, hauling her up and into the boat. She shifts until she can collapse onto one of the small, wooden benches, her chest still heaving with the exertion and adrenaline from the fight, from the jump. She feels like she’s in a daze, the afternoon’s events still not fully hitting her just yet.

For a moment, she thinks about the fear, the panic that had gripped her when Elain had told her about Cassian, about the pending execution. She thinks of the way her stomach had dropped, the way icy claws had dug in deep between her ribs until her breath was stolen, until only bloody ribbons remained where her heart once stood. She thinks of Tomas’ sneer, his cruel words. She thinks of his warm blood on her skin and the power that had thrummed through her veins watching the life drain from his.

A kiss to her shoulder jolts Nesta back to the present. She turns her head enough to spy Cassian now in the rowboat as well, his head ducked and his smiling lips still pressed to her skin and the freckles there. When he lifts his head again, Nesta frowns at the bruise on his face. She had noticed it before, up in the Fort, but it’s different getting a proper look at the mottled skin, the slight swelling. Slowly, she lifts a hand up, her fingertips skating over the injury.

Cassian catches her hand in his, bringing it to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the center of her palm. “I’m fine. I promise.”

“Did Tomas do that to you?”

Cassian sighs softly, dropping their joined hands to his lap. “He knew. Even before he said what he said to you today, he knew.”

The new information has anger sparking anew and blazing in Nesta’s chest. She can already imagine Tomas’ rage, his jealousy, and she half wishes they could go back, just so she could make sure he truly suffered more.

“Don’t worry, princess. My handsome face will heal.”

Nesta rolls her eyes fondly at the teasing words, finally turning away from Cassian. “Pity.”

Cassian laughs at that, and Nesta almost hates how much she missed the sound, almost hates how much it tugs and threatens to pull a smile from her in return, almost hates how the warmth of it seeps beneath her skin and mends what remains of her wounds. From the way that Cassian drops another kiss to her shoulder, Nesta suspects that he already knows.

Rhysand and Azriel continue to maneuver the rowboat through the waters and around the cliff face until a familiar ship comes into view, its black sails rolled and tied to avoid suspicion in the bay. The rope ladder is dropped down once they’re close enough, and Cassian’s hand on the small of Nesta’s back guides her to climb up first. It’s a bit awkward with her soaking wet dress, but Nesta is able to pull herself up and over the railing of the ship. When her feet finally touch down on the deck, it feels like coming home.

Her heart practically trips over itself at the all too familiar feel of it all, at the gentle rock beneath her, at the salty sea air filling her senses, at the sounds of the crew and water. This is where she belongs. Already, Nesta can feel her muscles finally starting to relax, unfurling and blooming just as surely as the warmth that takes root in the space between her ribs.

“Nesta!”

Nesta turns her head just in time to watch Gwyn bounding toward her, Emerie and Cresseida hot on her heels. In the blink of an eye, Gwyn is on her, pulling her into a hug. Nesta finds herself laughing into the red strands of her hair, bringing her own arms up to hug Gwyn back.

“We’re so glad you’re alright,” Gwyn continues, stepping aside for Emerie and Cresseida to hug her next. “We were so worried.”

“Especially after watching the Commodore escort you away,” Emerie adds, the disdain clear in her tone and her face.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure Nesta took care of him.”

Nesta can’t help but smirk at Cresseida’s comment. “You have no idea.”

“Well, what really matters is that you’re back now,” Gwyn offers, her smile wide. “The Valkyries, back together again.”

“And I’m back too.” All four women turn their attention to Cassian, watching as the pirate captain straightens after climbing over the ship railing. “You all missed me too, right?”

“No,” Emerie answers matter-of-factly, daring to settle Cassian with an unimpressed look. “It’s Nesta that we missed.”

Cassian’s smile drops away, and he settles Emerie with an unimpressed expression of his own. It doesn’t deter her. She merely crosses her arms across her chest and raises a pointed eyebrow, practically daring him to say something.

“Captain,” Baz’s voice calls out, the first mate stepping over to them. “I see you once again escaped the gallows.”

“You missed me more than Nesta, right?” Cassian asks rather than offering any greeting.

“If I answer honestly, are you going to have me keelhauled?”

Cassian scoffs at the response, but Nesta can see the slight smile tugging up the corner of his lips, even as he playfully shoves Baz away. “Just get us the fuck out of here.”

“Aye, captain,” Baz declares, saluting before he walks away to pass along the order to the rest of the crew.

Gwyn, Emerie, and Cresseida have to continue their own duties for them to set sail, so Nesta heads for the stairs that lead below deck and to the captain’s cabin. All she can think about is getting out of her wet dress. Even outside of the water, the fabric feels clunky and heavy, patches drying awkwardly from the sea salt.

As soon as she steps inside the captain’s cabin, her hands reach behind her back, fingers tugging at the laces of her corset and trying to loosen them. It’s more difficult than she anticipated, especially with the added hindrance caused by the damp quality, her fingers slipping with each attempt. Nesta lets out a frustrated huff, rolling her shoulders and reaching back to try again, but large, warm hands gently knock hers away, loosening the laces of her corset with ease.

It’s a gesture so familiar, one that has goosebumps skittering across her skin, and instinctually, Nesta leans back closer into Cassian’s warmth. Despite the now loose laces, Cassian's fingers continue to linger for a moment, and just that touch has Nesta's heartbeat slowing, beating in time with the one behind her, the one so readily, so unabashedly placed in her hands. The one twined tightly with her own in golden thread.

“Thanks,” Nesta breathes, finally breaking the quiet, pulling her arms free and letting her soaked dress plop down against the wood. There isn't exactly a fire for her to hang her dress near for it to dry properly, so she merely leans down and attempts to straighten it out against the floor in hopes that will help.

“Nice shift, sweetheart,” Cassian comments, his voice a deep rumble of smug, arrogant male pride.

Nesta frowns and looks down at herself in confusion. It’s then that she remembers she’s not wearing a shift at all, but Cassian’s shirt still. She supposes that explains his tone then. With a roll of her eyes, Nesta reaches down, peeling the soaked fabric up and off. She bundles the shirt into a ball in her hands, turning and throwing it straight at him. It’s with a satisfying squelch that it hits him right in the face, and Nesta can’t stop a smirk from tugging at her lips, pride thrumming warmly through her chest, as the fabric slides down his skin and to the ground.

Cassian reaches a hand up and wipes at the water on his face, his expression unimpressed at the gesture, but then his eyes darken, his gaze sweeping down over Nesta’s frame. Just that look has Nesta’s heart skittering between her ribs, the breath squeezing in her lungs. A shudder rakes its way up her spine, set alight by the phantom touch that gaze promises. She doesn’t move as Cassian steps closer, as his scent and his warmth wash over her like the gentle waves beneath their feet.

“Your crew is waiting for you,” Nesta reminds him, even as the breathless quality to her voice betrays her.

“I’m only a man,” Cassian offers, taking another step closer until they’re toe to toe. “How can I be expected to focus on anything else when my future wife is naked and mere stepping distance from my bed?”

Nesta rolls her eyes, even as a smile threatens to break free across her face. Even as her heart squeezes at the reminder of that first night they laid together, of Cassian whispering those same words to her in the dark of this cabin. Future wife. Nesta opens her mouth, a well placed retort already poised and ready on the tip of her tongue, but then Cassian’s words fully register in her mind, tugging her attention away, pulling her headfirst toward another idea.

“Your brothers are captains, aren’t they?” Nesta asks instead.

“Yes,” Cassian answers slowly, frowning in confusion. “They each have their own ship, their own crew. We’ll sail to whatever port they left them anchored in.”

Rather than say anything more, Nesta raises a pointed eyebrow, willing Cassian to understand, to figure out what she’s getting at. He tilts his head, confusion still marring his expression, and Nesta wants to huff in frustration. She refuses to be the one to say it, the one to ask. She may not be a lady in official title anymore, but she’ll be damned if this isn’t done the proper way.

The silence continues to stretch between them, Cassian’s eyebrows dipping down low with each passing second. Nesta continues to stare up at him expectantly, until finally realization washes over his face. Slowly, that cocksure smirk finds home across his lips, his hands coming up to slide along Nesta’s jaw. He leans down until their noses brush together, Nesta’s eyes fluttering close instinctually.

“Marry me,” Cassian whispers, his breath skating across Nesta’s lip, across her cheeks.

Nesta’s eyes snap open, staring into that hazel maze of greens, golds, and browns. “Are you asking me or telling me?”

“I thought I made it clear you were my wife the moment you stepped onto this ship. This is just making it official.”

“Yes,” Nesta tells him, tilting her chin up enough that her lips brush against his as she speaks. “My answer is yes.”

Cassian closes the breath of space between them and kisses her. With the way they’re both smiling, it’s barely more than a press of lips together, but Nesta still melts into it, melts into him, sighing happily against his mouth.

Reluctantly, Nesta pulls away first. She turns toward the wardrobe, tugging open the doors and rooting around until she finds a fresh, dry shift and dress to pull on. She can hear Cassian behind her changing out of his own wet clothes, so she turns her attention to her hair, pulling the pins free and grabbing her brush from where it sits still waiting for her on the desk to work through the damp strands. Once detangled, she gathers all her hair over her shoulder, separating the strands to braid it.

“Leave it down,” Cassian requests, plastering himself along her spine and settling his hands at her waist.

“The wind will turn it into a knotted mess if I do that,” Nesta argues, her fingers moving with practiced ease. She ties off the end of her braid, but leaves it to hang over her shoulder rather than pin it back up. A compromise. Still, one of Cassian’s hands lifts from her waist, creeping toward the leather tie in her hair, but Nesta is quick to smack it away. “Don’t you dare.”

Nesta steps fully out of Cassian’s embrace and away from him before he can try anything else. She pulls open the door and walks out of the cabin, the echoing sounds of footsteps behind her letting her know that Cassian is following. When they make it back above deck, Cassian grabs her hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth to press a kiss to her knuckles before dropping their laced fingers to hang loosely at their sides. His gaze sweeps across his ship, his crew, before landing on where his brothers are leaning casually along the railing of the quarter deck.

“Rhys, Az, I need a favor,” Cassian greets once they reach them.

“Because saving your ass wasn't enough of a favor?” Azriel asks, a small smirk tugging up his lips.

“Very funny,” Cassian drawls sarcastically. “No. I need one of you to marry us.”

“Marry you?”

“I'll do it,” Rhysand cuts in to volunteer.

Cassian blinks a few times in surprise. “I didn’t expect you of all people to agree so quickly.”

“What are you talking about, Cass? I love love.”

“Since when?”

“Since he saw my sister at the Fort,” Nesta mutters with a roll of her eyes.

“She’s not already married by chance, is she?” Rhysand asks, the faux innocence to his tone not fooling any of them. “Actually, don’t answer that. It doesn’t matter anyways.”

“What?”

“Let’s have a wedding, shall we?”

Before Nesta can truly begin tearing into him for his comment, Rhysand stalks away, but it doesn’t stop her from glaring at the back of his head the whole way. Her annoyance softens, though, as he gathers up the whole crew on the deck, everyone standing around excitedly to watch their captain marry. It’s certainly a short ceremony, none of the formal pomp and circumstance nor long winded vows. Rhysand merely makes a quick speech about being gathered here today before requesting they each say ‘I do.’

“Then, by the power vested in me as captain, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride and all that.”

Cassian wastes no time following the request. His hands reach up to frame Nesta’s face and tug her closer as his lips crash against hers. Nesta’s own hands find purchase in the fabric of his shirt, pressing up onto her toes until they’re flush together. Happiness bubbles up inside so surely, so warmly, as cheers erupt around them, until Nesta has to pull back to laugh with all the joy.

“Now, let’s break out the rum!” Baz declares, earning another round of cheering.

Once the rum starts to flow, Bram and Alistair break out the music, and Nesta finds herself twirling across the deck with Cassian and then her friends. Her steps are as light as her heart feels, the music swirling and wrapping around her chest, twisting with the love swelling there. She laughs with her Valkyries until her voice feels hoarse, dances until her feet start to ache.

She finally steps away when she’s feeling breathless, heart fluttering and chest heaving. Her eyes sweep across the deck, searching. Unsurprisingly, a game of cards has broken out, Rhysand, Azriel, Baz, and Cormac all sitting around a crate, but her pirate captain seems to be missing from the group. She’s scanning the other half of the deck when strong arms wrap around her waist, tugging her back against an all too familiar chest.

“Looking for me?” Cassian asks lowly, his nose buried against her hair.

“You wish. I was actually admiring Azriel. It looks like he’s clearly winning over there,” Nesta tells him haughtily, nodding toward the small pile of gold coins in front of Cassian’s brother.

Cassian chuckles at the remark, but the way his arms tighten around her betray him. “We both know you’d still wipe the floor with him, and Az is a sore loser.”

Nesta hums, keeping the sound light and unimpressed. “I suppose there’s only one way to find out.”

“But I have other plans for you,” Cassian argues, not letting her out of his grip and nosing along her temple. “Wife.”

Nesta wants to hate the way her body so readily responds to that. Wants to hate the flush that spills across her cheeks in waves and rushes down her neck and chest. Wants to hate the way her breath hitches in her lungs. Wants to hate the way she instinctively pushes back against Cassian. But there’s no denying the excited thrill that skitters up her spine.

She can perfectly imagine Cassian’s cocksure smirk as he steps back from her. His hand slides down her arm until he can lace his fingers with hers, tugging gently until they fall into step together. Cassian leads them back below deck and into the captain’s cabin. He wastes no time closing and locking the door behind them. When he faces Nesta again, his hand reaches for her braid, pulling the leather tie free and unraveling the strands, threading his fingers through them when they hang loose around her shoulders.

Nesta rolls her eyes fondly. “Happy now?”

“Very,” Cassian agrees, not a hint of shame in his voice as his hand shifts to tilt Nesta’s chin up to kiss her. “My beautiful wife.”

Nesta presses up onto her toes to kiss him again, her hands fisting into his shirt and pushing until the fabric is bunched up under his arms. Cassian steps back just enough to tug it off completely and toss it aside, and then his hands and his mouth are back on her. He doesn’t break the kiss as his fingers move to the laces of her dress, deftly loosening them until her dress drops and pools at their feet. Nesta moves to step out of it, but Cassian is quicker, grasping beneath her thighs and hauling her up and into his arms. Nesta lets out a squeak in surprise, but then she’s burying her own hands into Cassian’s hair, tugging at the strands while she kisses him hungrily.

The soft blankets of the bed meet Nesta’s back, and she quickly scrambles up to pull her shift off and toss that aside too. Cassian kneels up onto the bed as well, settling between her spread legs and hovering over her. Nesta expects him to kiss her again, to continue the frantic, heard energy bubbling between them, but instead he stares down at her, those hazel eyes burning with not just heat but love too.

“I’ve missed you,” Cassian tells her softly, the backs of his fingers trailing down her temple, her cheek.

“Can’t handle a few days separated?” Nesta teases lightly, even as she reaches out to gently tuck Cassian’s hair behind his ear.

“I don’t intend to be separated from you ever again.”

“Who knew the Lord of Bloodshed was so sappy?”

Cassian smiles, that small one that always has Nesta’s heart fluttering. “Only for you, Nes.”

When Cassian leans down and kisses her again, it’s softer, sweeter, but Nesta finds herself moaning into his mouth when the kiss deepens. Her hands reach forward, fingers finding the laces of Cassian's pants, but then his own are latching around her wrists, pressing her hands back beside her head.

“Patience, sweetheart,” Cassian murmurs against her lips.

He kisses down her jaw and neck, Nesta shuddering when his teeth scrape along her pulse point. He continues his blazing path down, mouthing at her collarbones and finding home at her breasts. Nesta arches up into him when Cassian's lips latch around one of her nipples, his hand palming and kneading at the other.

“Cassian,” Nesta moans, tugging at those dark strands until Cassian is groaning against her skin. Cassian switches his attention to her other breast, and she bucks her hips up, desperate for friction, desperate to feel him. “Cass, please.”

Cassian pulls back enough that he can swirl his tongue, his darkened gaze pinning Nesta in place. “You know I love to hear you beg for me.” He finally slides down her body and the bed, his hands tracing up her legs from her ankles to her thighs. “Look at my wife, all spread out and dripping for me.”

“A good husband should do less talking,” Nesta informs him, pushing at his head in encouragement to get him where she really wants him.

Cassian chuckles, that smirk ever present on his face, but at least he doesn't make her wait another second. With a hunger that has a choked gasp tearing from deep within Nesta's chest, Cassian dips his head and devours her. His tongue slides against her in slow, even strokes before his lips close around her clit, sucking at the small bud. Nesta can do nothing but hold on, one hand fisted in the blankets and the other in his hair, as she rocks her hips up to meet his ministrations.

When Cassian sinks a finger into her, all the way up to the knuckle, Nesta's grip tightens on his hair, tugging hard. Cassian's answering groan and the vibrations against her sends Nesta cresting higher and higher, every nerve ending spiking as he starts to pump that finger. He works his finger in tandem with his mouth, pressing in a second beside the first and curling them. Nesta's whole body feels hot all over, pleasure curling tighter in her gut with each slide of his fingers, each swirl of his tongue against her clit.

Cassian shifts his head enough that he can meet Nesta's gaze, that he can watch her from his position between her thighs. It's that sight, the challenge burning in his hazel eyes, that finally has Nesta shattering. She tosses her head back, pleasure blazing through her veins like a wildfire. She's half aware of the hoarse cry she lets out, of the way Cassian's fingers and mouth continue to work her through it, but then, she's slumping back against the mattress, chest pleasantly heaving.

“Beautiful,” Cassian breathes, shifting back up Nesta's body.

He settles his clean hand by Nesta's head to hold himself up, bringing his other hand up and sucking his fingers into his mouth. Nesta watches enraptured as his eyes flutter shut and he groans. She curls her own fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand away and instead guiding those fingers past her lips. She keeps her eyes glued to Cassian's as she swirls her tongue around the digits, swallowing down the taste of herself.

“Fuck,” Cassian groans.

He draws his hand free, only to replace it with his mouth and tongue. Nesta hooks her legs up and around Cassian's hips, pulling him down until they're truly pressed flushed together. Cassian's pants still act as a barrier between them, but Nesta moans against his lips when he grinds his hips down, a promise of what’s to come.

This time, when Nesta reaches for the laces of his pants, he doesn't stop her. She gets the knots loose and pushes at the waistband until they slide down his hips. Cassian pulls back and kicks them the rest of the way off, settling back on his haunches between her legs.

Nesta can't help but rake her eyes over him. Over the waves of his hair hanging around his face, the strands mussed from her own fingers. Over the bulge of his arms, the cut of his muscles across his chest and down his thighs. Over the swirls of black ink etched into his golden skin. Over his cock standing tall and proud and already weeping in anticipation.

“Like what you see?” Cassian's deep voice asks teasingly.

“You already know the answer to that question.”

“Luckily, the feeling is mutual.”

“So do something about it,” Nesta challenges, trying to shift her hips against him, but one of his hands keeps her pinned in place. That damned smirk on his face just has her frustration growing. “Don’t make me beg.”

“But you’re so pretty when you beg,” Cassian offers, dragging the head of his cock along her teasingly.

“I’ll just get myself off then.”

To prove her point, Nesta trails her hand down between the valley of her breasts and over her stomach. She gets one pass over her clit before Cassian catches her hand with a soft growl. He presses her hand back to its place beside her head, the movement forcing him to lean over her and giving her some of that delicious friction she’s looking for.

“Don’t touch what’s mine,” Cassian tells her darkly.

When he’s sure that she won’t try again, finally, Cassian presses his hips forward and sinks into her. Nesta moans as slowly, inch by inch, he stretches her, toes curling at the feel of him. Cassian seals their lips together as he bottoms out, Nesta meeting his kiss just as hungrily and twining her tongue with his. When he pulls back, he tugs Nesta’s bottom lip with him between his teeth, coaxing another moan from her as she arches up against him. He settles back on his haunches, her legs sprawled wide across his thighs.

“Gods, look at how you take me,” Cassian says reverently, his gaze locked on where they’re joined as he pulls slowly out and sinks slowly back in. “So fucking perfect for me.”

Nesta whines at his slow pace, trying to buck her hips up. “Cassian, please.”

Cassian leans back into her, pressing his mouth to her ear. “How do you want it, Nes? Want to hear you say it.”

“Hard.”

Nesta can practically feel Cassian’s smirk pressed against her skin, but then he starts to snap his hips against her, giving her exactly what she wants, what she needs. Fire flares through her veins, carrying her closer to that edge with the building rhythm between them. She tosses her head back and moans loudly, digging her nails into Cassian’s shoulder blades as she lifts her hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

“That’s it. Let me hear you,” Cassian groans, burying his face against her neck and nipping at the skin while he movement starts to grow erratic. “Nothing feels like your sweet cunt squeezing me. I’m not going to last much longer.”

Nesta can do nothing but whimper and agree with the sentiment, feeling like a livewire all over. Cassian’s hand slips between their bodies, his fingers finding her clit with practiced ease. He draws circles that match his thrusts until Nesta is crashing through her release with a choked off scream of his name.

“So fucking beautiful,” Cassian breathes again, punctuating each word with another thrust until he too is tumbling over with a groan.

They lay intertwined together for a moment, catching their breath, before Cassian pushes up off the bed. He grabs a cloth and dips it in the freshwater basin to clean them up, and then he blows out the candle and plunges the cabin into darkness. When he slips back into the bed beside her, Nesta scoots closer so they’re nose to nose, their legs tangled up together. Cassian finds her left hand and takes it into his own, fingers tracing back and forth over her ring finger.

“When we next make port, I’ll get you a proper ring,” he explains quietly.

“I expect nothing less than a giant jewel.”

Cassian chuckles, pressing a kiss to that same finger. “Only the best for the princess.”

Nesta rolls her eyes fondly at the nickname, even as she does nothing to fight back her smile. “And you’ll get a ring for yourself too?”

“Of course,” Cassian confirms, shifting Nesta’s hand so it’s pressed palm down against his chest. “Still yours, and it always will be. It’s important everyone else knows that.”

“Good,” Nesta tells him, leaning in to kiss him sweetly. “Because I love you.”

It feels right to finally say the words, to let the truth of them fill her until warmth spreads all the way down to her toes. Cassian's answering smile is wide and practically blinding even in the darkness of the cabin, and just that sight has Nesta's heart tripping over itself with happiness and love. Her husband. Her home.

“I love you too, Nes. The best treasure I ever looted.”

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Monthly special: Variable Barricade crossover!

I kept worrying about the word count and then I thought "hold on a moment, earlier 4k words was because I tried to give every suitor a time to shine! So this having less than 3k isn't bad!". So that's what I'll believe lol... Hope you enjoy it!

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Reader here is female and has established background.

Cw: Age gap (Reader is 18 and the ladies are ages 20-24)

|First Chapter|

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With how everything was going on lately you don't feel too relaxed… fighting your feelings and making appearances finally started to take a toll on you.

Fortunately, Miko has a solution.

Miko's part one: chapter 1- Fluffy therapy.

You're back home again. Going from your one responsibility of studying to shifting to your duty of finding a wife among your suitors. Each day someone else is greeting you, today was Miko's "turn".

"You poor thing. You look exhausted" although she was clearly teasing you, her voice had it's tone of worry.

"Care to tell me something I'm not aware of?" you sarcastically snap back.

"What a coincidence that you've asked. I made plans for us today" her smug smile was very taunting, but you didn't respond to that "I know that you'd like to be informed in advance but… I feel like having less order will do you good" she took her hand out for you to accept.

You wanted to say how lack of order is only bound to make you more stressed, but you also had promised Thoma and Ayaka to try and be less hostile around them.

With some hesitation, you take her hand. She was clearly satisfied with your non-verbal answer and the two of you went upstairs to the second floor where your suitors had their rooms.

Being alone with Miko in her room did make you flustered, but you weren't going to panic, not yet at least.

"So why did you bring me here?" you ask as you look around. Her room was simple and yet it had that luxurious feeling to it.

"Sit down and I'll tell you about it" she went to her wardrobe and took out a box. She didn't open it right away as she started speaking "I've noticed that even though you're getting used to us, you're still pretty stressed all the time. I'd like to help you" she sat down next to you "I figured now would be the perfect time for me to show you that I'll give you something the other three can't"

You hate how indirect she was with her words as your mind started wondering what exactly could she possibly mean "Go on" you ask her to finish.

"Quite impatient one aren't you?" she chuckles as she opens the box "It's what I believe will help you relax. Working with writers really gave me a lot of ways to help someone forget their struggles and from what I've tried, I believe this will help"

She takes out a pillow. It's shaped like a fox tail and is just looks so fluffy to touch… "I don't get how this will help" you pretend not to be intrigued.

"Trust me, it works. Just close your eyes and pet it" giving you directions, she put the box away.

For a moment you do as she tells you to. The longer you do it, you could feel some tension leaving you. You start to clear your mind and start to feel warm as you lean to relax further. It was soft… Really soft. Miko really must've invested in great quality cushions as you feel a bit different when you lean down a little on the couch instead of sitting straight up.

Then you slightly open your eyes and you notice that you've leaned on Miko this entire time. Her arms were gently embracing you and you flinched the moment you saw what situation you were in "And who told you you could do that!?" you snap at her as you could feel how hot your cheeks were getting.

"It was you who leaned on first, I only played along" although she was serious she couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction "But you must admit that you managed to unwind even for just a little hm?"

"You're the worst" you pout before standing up and leaving the room. But Miko didn't seem bothered by that, as she didn't follow after you left.

When walking back downstairs you were quickly spotted by Thoma. He seemed concerned as he was by your side almost immediately "Lady Y/N… is everything okay?"

You take a deep breath to calm down, you don't want to worry Thoma, nor do you want to admit to literally running away from your suitor "Yes, everything is completely fine"

Your butler continued speaking to you, but your mind was still with Miko. Her comforting embrace, warmth it all made it impossible to stay focused because the only thing you can think about is how much you miss it. And she was right, it did made you feel relaxed. Perhaps that's why you wish to be with her once again. Wait what? Why are you thinking like that?

"Y/N..?" hearing him call out to you made you snap back to reality.

"Oh- sorry Thoma, could you repeat that?" it was embarrassing to be so inattentive… but it was all Miko's fault!

"I was asking if you'd like to eat something" he didn't seem all that bothered that you've ignored him.

Next day when you came back, it was Miko who greeted you again. You were surprised and yet you tired to appear tough… even though Miko read you like a book

"Oh dear, you look like you have a fever…" she tried reaching her hand out to you.

"I don't have it, thanks for worrying. Bye" you quickly say before rushing upstairs.

Ever since that, your situation with Miko looked like that every day. Of course her teasing was different each time but the pattern was the same. You cut every conversation short. Still, she seemed to have an odd sense of satisfaction whenever you basically ran from her blushing.

It didn't help no matter what you did, you thought back on her embrace. You want to experience it again. It really helped, you felt less tense. If not for your reaction you figure that you'd enjoy it even more. But now it was time for your pride to stand in the way. You can't possibly ask her about it directly… so it was time to consult someone about it.

You're talking to Ayaka who carefully listened to your full story "Oh my, congratulations Y/N. You managed to get out of your comfort zone, even if for just a little" she sounded proud.

"I just- ugh. I reacted so strongly she'd definitely make fun of me if I were to ask her to make those fluffy therapy sessions into a habit" you can only think about what she'd say…

"Miko, I apologize for my outburst earlier. I want to continue what I stopped" after asking you'd be met with her teasing smirk "Oho~ do you really admit it already? You agree that you need me~?" She'd lift your chin up "Just say yes and I'll make sure to make you a happy girl indeed~" her voice, her gaze… everything would be almost hypnotic-!

You snap back from your "fantasies" as you really don't know what else to call whatever your imagination just tortured you with... Helplessly looking at Ayaka, you feel dumb that you're asking her for advice so often as of late.

"But don't you think being indirect would make it even worse?" She suggests.

You think for a moment.

"Miko… I think your method wasn't performed how it should've been. We must try again at once and fix those mistakes" although you'd try to sound confident your body language would betray you.

"Such a cute excuse. Fortunately for you, it makes you adorable so I won't complain" she'd take your hand "But since you already said that method is faulty I do have a few other methods in mind" and you could only wonder what imaginary Miko meant by that.

"Right… Then what do I do?" it's really impossible, you can't think of anything that will let you keep some of your pride. Even if what you ask for is a ticket to be more vulnerable.

"I'm sorry but I really can't think of anything besides just talking to her" Ayaka looked sad about the fact that she can't help you. But you were more bothered by your helplessness rather than Ayaka's inability to help "It's okay, I really shouldn't burden you with having to help me out all the time"

"Burden? What a silly thought! I'd never think of you as such" her sweet smile was just everything "I'm happy that you aren't afraid to rely on me"

"If you say so" you smile back at her, you were really lucky to have such a friend.

"Now I can't really help you with your situation… but I believe in you! I'm sure you'll figure something out" with her words you felt motivated.

Yet as you walk through the door and look at Miko, all of your courage jumps out of the window.

|I need to push forward! (Romance)|

Just how long are you going to let yourself stay in one place? It really is pathetic how you just let yourself be held back by your pride all the time.

"Miko" you speak up before her, earning her curiosity "I.." you trail off, your gaze not being focused on the woman before you. It was tough but you finally said "I want us to continue what where we left off last time"

|I really need a break… (Reason)|

Snap out of it! You can't let an opportunity to touch that fluffy tail pass just like that!

"Hello Y/N, how was your day?" she challenged you with the way she looked at you as she asked that question.

"It was bad enough" you don't care anymore about her teasing "Can we try that thing again with the fox tail pillow?" you sigh, signaling that you really need this. Even though asking about it is what let your mind be so tired to begin with.

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"Of course" she chuckles "I thought it'd take you much longer to say it, good job Y/N" she patted your head. It felt infuriating… but right now all you cared about was to sit down, relax and forget about everything around you.

You went back to her room and at first you felt a little bit awkward. But with time you stopped being so aware of your situation. Which Miko noticed, but she didn't say anything about it, she was glad that she gets to see you like this.

"You can come to me whenever you need it Y/N" unlike her previous tone, what she had said now felt genuine. It was different from any of your previous interactions with Miko, and you can't say that you hate this side of her…

"Can I really..?" you know that it's just a tactic to get close to you. But honestly, what's the shame in it when you both benefit from it?

"I wouldn't offer it to you if I didn't mean it. But I can't promise that I won't have a little fun of my own whenever you'd ask" there she goes with more of her teasing again…

"I suppose that's a fair price to pay for this" you continue playing with the tail. And should you actually pick Miko, it'd be good to practice getting some resistance against her teasing… wait why are you considering it?

You shake off the thought, you'd do it regardless of which suitor you'd be with. So it has less to do with Miko and more with your comfort. That's right…

After your arrangement, it wasn't something you were keeping much a secret. Anyone could see you sneaking into Miko's room every once in a while. It got the others curious.

"Miko" Eula got her attention "Care to explain why is it that Y/N keeps visiting your room?" she didn't sound like she was scolding her, more like she was curious.

"I don't think I need to explain myself. I'm just doing what I am supposed to. Given that we compete against each other I only see less reasons to share what's happening between us" she was smug about it.

"That's fair, hm… I'll have to make a move myself to not stay behind" Ningguang mumbled to herself.

"It looks like Y/N goes to you voluntarily, so it's not like we can object to whatever is talking place" Eula said with a sigh.

Miko was enjoying the jealousy but noticed that Yelan was awfully quiet "And don't you have anything to say?" she tried dragging her into the conversation.

"Just like Eula said, if Y/N consents to it I don't care what's going on. It does make things harder for us. But it was to be expected that anyone would try to get close to her" she shrugged "You aren't the only one with a plan you know"

"You're making it sound like we're all scheming here" Ningguang rolled her eyes "With that attitude you're not going anywhere"

"Hm? I never said anything about a scheme. I'm interested in Y/N, therefore I'm trying to get close to her. As you can see, it's working" Miko taunted, clearly being proud of being the first to get as far as she did.

"It's just the beginning, don't get so cocky" Eula had enough of Miko's game. But it only made her even more satisfied.

"A good start is hard to beat. Unlike any of you I've actually made a move. What did you think? That Y/N will be the one to approach you first?" The argument seemed only make Miko more satisfied with each second "But it's true, if I win her over so quickly where's the fun in it?" after saying that she left to go back to her room.

Her satisfied smile disappeared immediately, she just sat down and sighed "Just why did I agree to this?" she burried her face in her hands.

But it was her choice to be a part of that…

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