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toraashi · 3 years

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princess au ft. chuuya nakahara prt 2

Title: Untitled Princess AU prt 2

Pairing: Chuuya Nakahara x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Genre: fluff, swearing, horribly written ending and lots of cringe, nothing bad though. Um also aristocratic standards of beauty are mentioned rip

Word Count: 2,221

Author’s Note: I must’ve gotten hella tired when I originally wrote this because the ending is literally garbage but I don’t want to edit it right now, so here it is for you. Love you all thank you for joining Chuuya princess AU brainrot hours

She stumbled out of the carriage awkwardly, desperately grabbing her escort for balance.

“Oi!” Of course, the unsuspecting ginger was caught off guard as she tumbled to the ground.

“My lady!” The driver exclaimed, but was shot down by the bodyguard’s sharp glare. With a huff, she stood back up, brushing off her dress.

“I’m definitely not suited to this life. Chuuya, why do I have to go to every single damn ball my father is invited to?” The man chuckled.

“Something tells me you’ve been around the staff too much.” He held out his hand, eliciting a soft blush.

“Look, Chuu-Chuu, I can walk by myself.”

“Clearly not, and make sure you don’t call me that in front of anybody.”

“Why? Does it embarrass you? Chuu-Chuu! Chuu-Chuu-” With a low growl, he scooped the shorter being up, tossing her over his shoulder and twirling around.

“Shut up! You sound like a goddamn train!” The girl squeaked, giggling as he tickled her sides. The entire scene was entirely unprofessional and illegal, but adorable nonetheless. The duo couldn’t help themselves, for each time they approached each other, explosions equivalent to bombs exploded in their hearts.

How unsightly.

The king’s right hand flitting around with his liege's daughter.

Upon setting her down, she rested her hand on his elbow, allowing him to walk her inside.

“Erg. These pins hurt my head.” Before she could reach up to yank them out, her loyal bodyguard caught her gloved hand.

“The boss won’t be too happy if your hair’s all wild and out, you know.” Pouting, she whined,

“I know, Chuuya, but I hate it!”

“Yeah, well, you’ve got to do it. No prince is gonna want a princess who is all messy.”

“But what if I don’t want a prince?” Her murmured words were enough to cause his breath to catch in his throat. They both knew what she was implying, but it was all for naught.

“[Name]-”

“Don’t even start with me. I already know.” With a reluctant sigh, he squeezed her hand reassuringly.

“Are you walking me in?” the redhead huffed, an endearing pink stain coating his cheeks.

“No! That’d be inappropriate!” She fell silent before murmuring,

“I don’t feel comfortable walking in alone. Besides, you’re my bodyguard. It’s no secret that my father is very protective of me. How is it inappropriate?”

“Because a suitor is supposed to walk in with you!” his hissed words were strained as if he was struggling to form them.

“Introduce yourself as an executive then! I’ve never had to announce myself like this before, Chuuya. Please?” The male hesitated, falling prey to her vulnerable tone and visage. He gave in before he realized it, adjusting her precariously placed tiara and holding out his arm.

“The things I do for you…” Gingerly, the princess placed her gloved fingers on his arm.

“Like this?” With a softened gaze, he nodded, walking her up the vibrant crimson carpet. Each movement felt like he was trekking through an endless swamp of cement. Chuuya had no idea how this was going to reflect on his flawless track record, but in his heart, he knew he'd do it a thousand times over if it provided her with some semblance of comfort.

They approached the inner door, a pair of servants swinging them open at the sight of their invitation cards. The ballroom below them was exceedingly elegant, chandeliers glittering of the vast, domed ceilings, gold lining every rampart and ledge. Intricate paintings and murals were displayed above them, and the pair was awestruck at the magnificence. They tentatively walked forward, revealing the majority of the guests, who were all gazing up at the balcony expectantly. The shorter being beside him stiffened with anxiety, her delicately placed hand shaking on his arm. He strode confidently up to the announcer, speaking each word for his charge.

“Princess [Name] of Yokohama.” The weasel-faced man cast him a strange look, but turned, clearing his throat and bellowing the words.

“Her royal highness, Princess [Name] of Yokohama.” the room applauded, but Chuuya could sense the gossip formulating at the oddity before them: King Mori’s heiress attending with her simpleton bodyguard. Chuuya tensed, resisting the urge to protectively leap in front of the lovely lady.

The walk down the grand spiral staircase was worse than the walk up. All eyes were tracing every movement they made, and it was clear that the attention was searing [Name]’s nerves. After years of constantly being around her, he had learned to recognize what each finger twitch she made represented.

“Ah! My lady!” A tall blond man approached them immediately after her crystal slippers made contact with the marble floor. “You look absolutely ravishing in that gown, has anybody ever told you that?” [Name] gave a tight, polite smile.

“Lord Steinbeck. I’m sorry to say that you’re not the first. A very handsome man told me moments before we arrived.” Chuuya felt a smirk touch his lips and desperately tried to hide his oncoming smug expression.

“Really? Another suitor, perhaps? Surely you rejected him in that feather-soft tone of yours.”

“Surely.” The male drew closer, dangerously close.

“My lady, what would you do if I proposed you send your “escort” away while I take you around the palace?” Any stray eavesdroppers would surely not think much of Steinbeck’s proposition, but Chuuya knew exactly what kind of man he was and what “touring the palace” really implied, and it made his temper snap.

“Oi-”

“Well, I’d probably reject you in my fancy feather-soft tone.” Steinbeck looked sincerely shocked.

“Hm? You’d rather be constantly hounded by your father’s lackeys all night long?”

“U-uh… of course not! You know that very well, Steinbeck.” His icy blue eyes were blown with pride and mischief.

“I knew you’d relent, princess.” Chuuya felt a growl rumble in his throat, his eyes burning with rage when he lugged her away from him.

“Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You don’t get to do that.”

“Oh? And what say do you have in the matter?”

“Last I checked, it’s my duty to protect the princess, and you don’t seem to have any good intentions in mind.”

“I sense that there’s a bit more to the story,” he smirked deviously, “Isn’t there, Chuuya Nakahara? Escorting a dignified lady, not to mention a princess is a far more intimate action than a bodyguard and executive should partake in.” The man’s fingers trailed a sensuous path down her smooth skin, but she pulled away.

“I did not ask for your affection, My Lord. The affairs of my kingdom are most certainly none of your concern. Perhaps you do things differently in your department, but my staff is eternally devoted to my father and me, so this ordeal is hardly out of the ordinary. I strongly suggest you educate yourself before you make such a bold and faulty accusation.” With a fiery glare, she turned and marched off, her skirts rustling behind her. As was in her nature, she tripped over the indigo hem of them.

“Damn these skirts!” Chuuya quickly recovered from his burst of fury, rushing to her aid.

“It’s unseemly to curse in public, My Lady.” He murmured, balancing her.

“It’s also unseemly to insult my father’s prime business partner’s cousin, Chuuya.” A scoff burned his throat.

“As if I’d let him taint you like that.”

“Only him?” Her voice suddenly got timid as she swept herself into a nearby love-seat, running her delicate fingers over the gold embroidery.

“What do you mean?”

“Well…” She flushed, “Eventually it’s bound to happen, you are aware, right?”

“Maybe so, but like hell I’m gonna let it be with some nauseating bastard like Steinbeck.” A small smile colored her cheeks.

“It’s unseemly to swear in public, Chuu-Chuu.”

It’s unseemly to make me fall for you this hard. He thought, turning his face to hide his minuscule flush.

Throughout the course of the ball, many a man asked for a dance, but she deftly refused all of them, lounging in silence with her red-headed companion.

“[Name], you need to accept someone.”

“You know how dreadful I am at dancing!”

“So?” She let out an exasperated groan.

“I’m not suited for these sorts of things. I’m not elegant like those duchesses and queens. Not to mention I only seem to feel comfortable around you.” Chuuya felt his heartstrings tug. “Chuuya?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you seen my father anywhere?”

“No, surprisingly. He’s likely treating Elise.”

“Then I have a proposition.” Training his eyes on her, he examined her determined expression. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

“[Name]...”

“Just somewhere quieter… please, Chuuya?” His name on her tongue was like a choir of angels to his ears, and with a relenting sigh, he caved.

They finally stopped in the vast library, books lining each wall, a cozy fireplace surrounded by expensive sofas. Normally she’d run her hands over the spines of the novels, gushing about her favorite ones with endless delight, but instead, she tugged him into an obscure corner, looping her arms around his body.

“Chuuya…”

“I knew there was more to this escapade.”

“Please. Just let me hold you. I know this is taboo, but we’ve known each other for our entire lives. I can’t ignore the feelings I’ve developed for you. I know you feel it too, so please, indulge me just this once. I love you. I love you.” Her grip around his waist tightened in sheer desperation, and the urge to kiss her was more powerful than ever. Her sweet vanilla scent pervaded his nose; her warm body was the perfect size for his arms to wind around.

“This is impossible.”

“I know, Chuuya!” Warm wet splotches seeped through his shirt, and the male lifted her tear-stained face, gazing intently into her honey-sweet optics with his fluorescent sapphire ones.

“Chuuya?” He felt frustration, despair, and endless longing contort his soul. She was so close, yet so far.

“Princess.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

“I can’t.”

“Please, Chuuya.” Her soft words seared his mind with white-hot streaks of temptation. “I don’t care about propriety anymore, please, Chuuya.” Her face grew dangerously close and he could feel her minty fresh breath waft over his face.

“[Name]...” Finally collapsing, he let his mouth capture hers, but he quickly got caught up in her and her taste. His hand flew to her waist, the texture of the gown silky beneath his fingertips. Leaning closer, she placed her hands on his firm shoulders. Suddenly, she bit down on his bottom lip, fingers sliding up his neck and into his ginger locks. Chuuya involuntarily groaned, backing her up against the wall, his kisses gradually growing rougher. Stringing through his hair, the girl in his arms knocked his hat off, letting out breathy moans. As if against his will, his mouth moved down, smooching a trail of fire down to her jaw.

“God, I love you…”

“Chuuya…” As he showered her in affection, he let his endearment for the princess pour out in waves. As wrong as he knew it was, the sensation of being kissed by someone you loved was euphoric to him. The way she whispered his name was honey to his ears.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” They split instantly, but Chuuya still rested his hand on her shoulder protectively.

“Steinbeck.”

“I suppose I was right in thinking something more than a platonic relationship was blossoming between you two. A princess and her father’s right hand, how scandalous.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” The man gave a sardonic smile.

“Wouldn’t I?” Chuuya growled, stepping forward with less than proper intentions.

“Wait!” Both men glanced at her questioningly. “Don’t endanger him, please. I’ll get my father to accept your marriage proposal.”

“No. I won’t let you wed this scoundrel.” With a melancholy smile, she whispered,

“You’re not my father, Chuuya.”

“But it’s my job to watch over your stupid ass, and I’ll kill him before I let him even touch you.”

“Chuuya-”

“All right, I accept, but any tricks and your secret romance will be mercilessly exposed.” The ginger shoved the girl behind him, fury burning in his veins.

“Over my dead body.”

“Is that so?” Chuuya seethed at his words. “If you even touch me, you’ll create an enemy out of a business partner.”

“It’s not worth it, Chuu.”

“You are worth it.” Her breath caught.

“You’d lose everything.”

“You’re everything.” A chuckle escaped her smooth lips.

“Exactly.” With an unsatisfied and murderous glare glazing his crystalline eyes, he reluctantly backed down.

“Then it’s a deal? I guess that means we’ll be seeing each other tomorrow, correct? Without your brainless bodyguard, of course.” In an impulsive burst of adrenaline, Chuuya glowed red, sending a bookshelf tumbling on top of the blond.

“Chuuya!”

“What? He valiantly saved you from the falling bookcase. Why’re you crying to me?” She was stunned, her [e/c] eyes wide and her hair falling out from its precarious updo. Her shining tiara was lopsided and she smiled. It was such a lovely smile and Chuuya could hardly believe that he was lucky enough to see it every day.

“Chuuya, I know this isn’t safe, but I want to make this work with you, will you at least try?” And with that one sentence, their lips were pressed together once more.

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bokutosbestie2 · 3 years

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Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Hey guys!! I hope you guys are doing well.. Enjoy chapter 5 the good stuff is about to begin!!

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Soon before I knew it.. the night of the party has come.

" Y/N! JUST PICK A DAMN DRESS ALREADY! " Suga yelled

" I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WEAR!! SHOULD I WEAR THE LIGHT PINK LACE DRESS OR SAGE GREEN.!! "

" PICK WHICHEVER! Your little boyfriend might leave you from HOW LONG YOU'RE TAKING.. "

" SUGA! "

" I'm just saying " he rolled his eyes at me.

" Ok FINE! I'll pick Sage green and NOW LEAVE I NEED TO CHANGE! " I push Suga out of the door.

I change into the sage green dress, it had thin straps and sheer mesh corset. After that I went to go put my hair down and put some final touches on my face.

I leave my room and see Suga waiting there as he leaned on the wall.

" IM READY " I shouted at Suga.

Suga looked up

" Wow! " he said

" What's wrong?! "

" You look really good," he smirked

" Omg Suga being nice? " I say laughing.

" I'm always nice!!!! BUT COME ON NOW!! What's the plan? "

" Ok ok, so the party is at Fukrodani right?? " I asked Suga.

" Yea it is and it's going to start in 35 minutes! "

" Ok! So here is the plan, you will go to the party, and if people start asking where I went tell them I'm still getting ready. I'll try not to be there too late THAT'S it makes it super suspicious. GOT IT?! " I looked at Suga

" OK THEN LET'S GET STARTED.. GO SEE YOUR ROMEO y/n!! Suga yelled with excitement.

" SHUT UP " I yell at him.

" Ok, then I'll be going now! " I waved bye to Suga as I started to head out of the Palace.

As I was leaving I ran into Tsukishima and Yamaguchi.

" Where are you going? ARENT you supposed to go to the party? " Tsukishima said confused.

" Uh- yeah I am.. I JUST HAVE TO PICK UP A COUPLE OF THINGS!

" Oh well, we are going to guard the party.. " Yamaguchi said in a scared tone

" Yams don't be scared of them. We are all the same but yet different "

" Tch we have to get going come on Yams," Tsukishima said

" Hey don't be rude to her! Sorry y/n but we have to get going " Yamaguchi said as he bows down sorry.

" No worries! I have to get going too! " I smiled at Yams and started to head to the river of gold.

Ok, I can't get distracted by people..

After I walking for a while I see the river of gold.

Ugh finally it felt like ages, Once I got near the river, I took the old bridge to cross to the other side.

I was standing there looking at the tree where Oikawa told me he will meet me..

I was hoping he was coming..

As I looked at the stars I felt a touch on my shoulder.

I jumped to only see Oikawa laughing.

" SHEEZ YOU SCARED ME DEATH "

" HAHA, you should've seen your face. " Oikawa kept laughing.

" Ugh, whatever... " I rolled my eyes at him.

When he stopped laughing, he gave me a long glare.

" Wow, you don't look like a boy today. " Oikawa smirked

" omg yo- Suddenly I was caught off guard by Oikawa.

" you look beautiful.. "

My face turned bright red from the embarrassing comment.

" You got to stop catching me off guard " I hiss at him.

" WHAT I WAS TRYING TO GIVE U COMPLIMENT! "he began to pout.

" Anyways I have to tell you something I can't go to the other side tonight," I say disappointed.

" Let me guess you have to go to the party too huh? " Oikawa glanced at me.

" OH, YOU TOO?! WAIT then what kingdom are you from? "

" Seijoh, and you? "

" Karasuno," I say happily.

" WAIT I'M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW!! We get to see each other at the party!! " I say as I grabbed his hand out of excitement.

Why did I just grab his hand?

" We do get to see each other but we must pretend we don't know each other or else suspicion will start to rise if we walk in together " Oikawa tightens my hand.

" Oh someone is worried~ " I say in a flirtatious voice.

All of sudden Oikawa pulled me in and whispers in my ear..

" Can't a friend be worried? " he grinned as he released me.

Why is my heart pounding?

" No, you got a point.. " I said looking at the ground.

" Don't look too sad Princess we will be more than friends soon.~ " He smirked

" YOU LITTLE DOG IM NOT SAD CAUSE OF THAT " I yelled at him.

" I'm just disappointed I won't be able to see the other side or meet your cool friends of yours. " I say

" Ahh your cruel I thought you wanted to see me only " he pouts

" Ugh, obviously I wanted to see you too. "

Why did I say that?

" AHHH Y/N!! YOU DO WANT ME " Oikawa ran towards me and tackled me with a hug which causes both of us to fall on the ground.

We Awkwardly laid there as I was on Oikawa's chest and his hands were on my waist. For the moment we got lost in each other's eyes. I wanted to get closer but I stopped myself.

" Oikawa can you kindly let go of me," I say

" U-uh Sorry," he says as he lets go of my waist.

I stood back up, so did Oikawa.

" Ok let's pretend that never happened " I looked at him dead in the eye.

" Why? I know you liked it.. " he winks at me

He is not wrong.. UGH I NEED TO STOP.

" Whatever.. So what's the plan? " I ask him.

" Ok so we can walk to Fukrodani together but once we get to the palace we must go in at different times. After the party meets me back here again, so you can have a little tour to our place!!! " Oikawa said happily.

" Ok then let's get started.. " As I begin to walk Oikawa ran up to me and hold my hand.

I didn't mind it..

As we walked in silence for a while, I started a conversation.

" So how do you think this party is going to work out.. " I looked at him

" It really depends some are fond of the idea and others aren't.. Who knows a fight could break out. "

" Hm, I hope we can get along one day! It would be amazing to see all of us get along with each other. Imagine a world where we all live and love one another. " As I rambled on Oikawa stopped and pull me into a hug.

" I wish for the same.. maybe one day we can change it together," he said in a serious tone.

I was shocked he pulled me in a sudden hug but I hugged him back.

" Someday " I smiled at him.

After hugging each other, we walked still hand in hand.

Soon before we knew it, we were at Fukrodani.

" Ok I guess it's time to separate," he said looking down at me.

" Yup I guess so.. " I looked him with a disappointed look.

" Come on now! We will see each other after the party. " Oikawa said smiling.

" Let's go then.. " I waved goodbye to Oikawa as I being to walk towards the palace.

The palace was huge, there were chandeliers everywhere. At one point a saw a crystal owl statue, which was very beautiful.

Once I found the ballroom I opened it.

As I walked in there you can feel the awkward tension. You can tell not many got along with each other.

I was trying to find Suga until I bumped into a demon.. He had brown messy hair, was super tall. And had very muscular arms.

" Uh- um SORRY! " I bowed down

" No need to say sorry, I should be the one careful next time," he smirked.

All of a sudden I recognized a voice

" IWA-Chan~ I'm Her- "

Oikawa stop to see the two of us standing there.

" Oh umm y/n??! " Oikawa whispered.

Iwa looked at Oikawa and realized you were the Angel that bumped into him the other day.

" Oh, I have to get going. " I walked out of the awkward situation to go find Suga.

It was such a strange sight to see all the kingdoms in one ballroom. I looked left and right to see if Suga was in sight but nowhere to be found.

I hopelessly sit on a chair as I see the crowd of, monsters and angels in one room.

As I sit there until someone on my right comes to sit next to me.

" If you looking for Suga he is on the left side of the ballroom. "

I looked to see who it was and it was KENMA!!

" OH KENMA?! "

" Hey y/n! Suga is talking to Kuroo and Bokuto. " Kenma said looking at the card game as he shuffles them.

" Bokuto? " I questioned.

" Yea he is the prince of this palace " Kenma said.

" OH?! "

" You want to meet him? " Kenma asked

" Sure why not!? "

We both got up from our seats and walk towards the 3 boys.

" HI SUGA "

" SHEEZ WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! " He shouts

" HEY HEY HEY. IS THIS THE PRINCESS? " Bokuto interferes.

" Yea it is stupid owl," Kuroo said.

" WHAT YOU CALLED ME? " Bokuto yelled

" Bokuto calms down " a boy with black raven hair grabs him from the collar.

" AKASHI! " Bokuto yelled.

" Sorry about him he is very energetic," Akashi said in a monotone voice.

" NO WORRIES! I already have to deal with many crazies. " I say laughing.

As we stood there talking with the large group I look around and spotted Oikawa talking to the others.

I stared for a while until I realized I made eye contact with a boy in red hair as he grinned. He whispers something to the others then they all looked at me.

I never turned my head so fast.

" What's wrong? " Suga asked.

" Um nothing," I say Panicked

" oh ok," he said as he raised his left eyebrow.

The boys continue to talk until a boy with dyed blonde hair taps my shoulder.

Everyone looked at the boy.

" Why were you looking over there pretty girl? " he said

Umm, who does he think he is.

" I wasn't. "

"hmm yes, you were. "

I rolled my eyes at him.

" And If I were starting over there... Did it hurt you or something? " I say laughing sarcastically.

" Get that stupid smirk off your face.. " he said suddenly angry.

" and if I don't. "

" Ok listen here. I tell you what to do and if you don' "

Suddenly I found my hand hitting his face.

Uh oh...

Chapter 6

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lavenderek · 4 years

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Why do you hate Ian?? When i was a kid I LOVED What A Girl Wants. I had such a crush on Ian :(

i am happy to go off thank you for this opportunity, long post under the cut

in case somebody wants to read this but doesn’t know what “what a girl wants” is, it’s a movie from the early 2000′s starring amanda bynes as Daphne.

she grew up in new york with a single mom, Libby. she has an estranged father played by colin firth, Henry, who doesn’t know daphne exists. libby is a singer who works weddings a lot.

libby and henry were star-crossed lovers, basically. henry is an english aristocrat with political aspirations, and his family believed marrying libby, who is living her stevie nicks fantasy, would damage his career; so they got her alone and convinced her henry changed his mind and didn’t want her. libby left, not yet knowing she was pregnant, and then spent 17 years pining for him.

daphne has spent her whole life romanticizing the idea of her father coming to get her, so after she graduates high school she chooses to fly out to england and surprise him. when she gets there she is disappointed to find that he is engaged to a woman who has a daughter about daphne’s age, but tries to make it work anyway.

daphne is clumsy and very casual, so hijinks ensue. henry’s fiancee and future stepdaughter are evil and conniving.

daphne is rejected and bullied by the fiancee and stepdaughter and she struggles trying to fit in with aristocratic society, so ultimately she leaves. henry is upset about this because he learned to love her, and subsequently he discovers she was being mistreated. he breaks up with the fiancee and flies out to america to surprise daphne. daphne gets into oxford u somehow and they all live happily ever after.

the first person daphne meets and gets to know in the movie is a local musician named Ian, who tells her she was born to stand out. he has minimal effect on the plot, like, i could write him out in two minutes, but god forbid we have a teen movie without a romance in it. they’re immediately attracted to each other and he proceeds to be a very bad boyfriend that the audience is supposed to find morally upstanding and charming.

this post is about how it did not work and i don’t like him.

The Superficial Shit: I’m Not About It

i’m immune to motorcycle boys. motorcycles are impractical and loud. get a muffler. i think if you buy a motorcycle you have to sign a contract promising to idle on your motorcycle for ten minutes every morning at 6:30 so that everyone in the neighborhood knows you have a motorcycle. so i don’t care that ian is A Bad Boy.

i’m also immune to english accents. it’s just like, an accent. it’s fine. i’m supposed to find everything he does inherently charming because he has an accent and he sings, but i don’t, so, try a little harder.

like, i’m also not impressed by sporty types, but i still accepted “a cinderella story” because austin had a character progression and i could see why sam found him attractive.

ian has no character progression. he starts out confident and independent and he ends up confident and independent. he remains happily working class with a more or less successful band the entire movie. nothing daphne does affects him negatively except that one time she fucks up and blows off a concert he wanted to go to.

so as a result i’m not invested in anything he does. the only interesting thing he does is first building up daphne’s confidence and then getting mad and tearing it back down when she’s doing something he doesn’t personally find important, which is the next thing.

The Worst Boyfriend: Why Am I Not The Center Of Your Universe?

here are the first three pieces of information ian learns about daphne:

her mom is a musician

she is american

she is here to find and get to know her politician father, Lord Dashwood

he’s very supportive of this endeavor, right up until it gets difficult. he’s like, “you came all this way, he’s your dad, you should definitely meet him.”

she publicly fucks up a couple major society events and then is like, “hey, i’m putting my dad’s career in jeopardy, so in order to stay and get to know him this summer i’m gonna prioritize these events a little more.”

and ian is immediately like, “you’ve changed,” and dumps her lmfao

her lifelong drive to find and get to know her dad is one of the first things he learns about her. why does he think it’s so stupid? why am i supposed to care about his opinion?

daphne, probably: this thing is important to me. ian, probably: ok, that’s fine. daphne, probably: woof, in order to keep up with this thing i have to try a little harder. ian, probably: hm. actually, this is unimportant. daphne, probably: i’m going to do it anyway. ian, probably: what? didn’t you hear me? i just said it was unimportant. why aren’t you quitting immediately? my opinion should be your primary concern. you know what? i’m done.

i had the same problem with nate from “the devil wears prada.” i will never understand the idea of seeing someone you apparently care deeply about very stressed out trying to accomplish a goal, and being mad that they’re not super fun and interesting right then. sometimes a person you care about is going through something. let her vent and buy her some ice cream.

if your partner stops being supportive and understanding the second your life gets stressful or complicated, that’s kind of a red flag. the real test of a relationship is when you have to support each other and maintain your bond even when you’re trying to get something done, or even when you’re having a rough time and you’re in a bad mood.

ian fails this test because he’s weirdly judgmental about it all.

Attitude Stinks

before the change ian hates, daphne is late to things, she dresses casually for formal events, she gets into a screaming physical altercation with someone at a party, and because she was acting out a lot at a ball she’s blamed for the destruction of a prized, historical piece of architecture. all of these cause scandals that embarrass henry and make him look bad in tabloids. he is in the middle of a campaign for a political position, so this is bad.

after the change, daphne reaches out to her debutante grandmother for guidance and starts wearing socially acceptable clothing, goes to events where she is expected, and is quiet and respectful at an event where she’s supposed to meet the queen of england. this is all very successful for henry. people go up to him and tell him daphne’s great, and she somehow ends up in a tabloid that talks about how great she is lmfao.

all of this takes a lot of effort from daphne, though. she’s stressed out. while this works out for henry, it isn’t working for daphne. she’s doing all this so that she can be accepted by her father’s family, but the fiancee and stepdaughter don’t want her around, and henry is passive throughout all this. he doesn’t know she’s actively being bullied, but he’s also letting his fiancee direct him away from daphne. so daphne ultimately leaves.

here’s where ian comes in. ian tells her a story toward the beginning of the movie about how his mother was also an aristocrat. he tells her she was rejected by society because of classism towards ian’s father. this is framed as a demonstration of ian’s values. the fact that his mother rejected being a debutante is a source of pride for ian.

but the problem is that this is just because ian likes the choice she made. he’s not proud that his mother took control of her life and made her own decision. he’s proud that his mother rebelled. you know this because he sums up the story with this line -

daphne: what happened to your parents? ian: they’re as poor as church mice and the happiest people i know.

- and because his entire conflict in the movie is that daphne makes a different decision.

ian’s mom chose her husband over her parents and the life they wanted for her. daphne is choosing the family she’s been wanting her whole life over a guy she’s known for like, a month. ian is the biggest whiner about it. he storms out on her. she runs into him at an event and asks to talk to him, and he tells her no. he only forgives her when she quits and goes back to america.

there are a lot of dudes like this out there. he loves a strong, unique woman, as long as she fits seamlessly into his life and makes decisions he tells her to. yawn.

Makes No Sense: Why Are You Here?

ian is somehow ubiquitous in debutante society. he and his little band are hired to play at every ball daphne goes to. why??

a huge plot point is a moment where daphne attends a terribly boring coming out ball for a pair of very meek, shy twins. daphne delights the twins by going out of her way to liven up the party. she convinces ian to play loud rock music and encourages everyone at the ball to dance. the bass is too loud, though, and somehow causes an antique chandelier to fall. this is a big scandal.

the whole thing that’s emphasized during this scene is that daphne is shaking up the scene and that this music is unorthodox and unwanted at these high society type functions.

which all begs the question of why these people keep hiring a local rock band for these events. he’s playing at at least one other ball later on in the movie. the music they play doesn’t really fit in with the tone of the events, which are the kind of affairs you’d wear a tiara to. these are very formal events. why are we hiring ian and his band, and where did you guys even find him??

in the scene where daphne gets into a fight with somebody, she’s at a fancy outdoor event, the kind of place you’d wear a tea length dress and a big hat. ian is also there, working in the parking lot as a parking lot guy.

daphne’s thrilled, but she does ask why he’s there. he’s basically like, “i have lots of jobs.” for somebody who hates deb society so much, he does take a lot of jobs at deb events. why don’t you work in a restaurant or something? does that offend your punk rock whiner sensibilities?

also, he’s boring and i think daphne should go for somebody who makes her laugh.

Has Spiked Hair

lots of gel, no other info needed. wash your hair. very sculpted hair makes people seem less down to earth. it’s not relatable.

I Will Fix It

so ian doesn’t help with the plot at all. the only time he helps daphne is in the chandelier scene. the rest of the time he’s just there to date her and talk to her a lot about how cool it is to stand out and not fit in.

his role in the movie is to cause more tension and place more pressure on daphne. he behaves like she’s making a moral choice, when really she’s making a behavioral choice.

i think using him to vocalize her conflict is a mistake because it’s framed as Stand Out vs. Assimilate, when that has nothing to do with daphne’s motivation.

daphne’s Want is to be with her dad, and her Need is to be accepted and wanted. as a result, ian rejecting her because he doesn’t like the choices she’s making comes across as entitled and cruel lmao. it’s directly antithetical to daphne’s journey. she never once says anything about loving standing out.

here are the ways i think this could be fixed:

if you want it to be a moral thing, make it a moral thing.

give ian a best friend who is gay, and after daphne decides to fit in with society, she won’t be seen with the gay friend anymore. or after daphne decides to fit in, have her be super judgmental of people who aren’t succeeding as much as she is. then when she decides she’s fed up, have her stand up for them.

that would make ian being mad about her “changing” make sense. and we, the audience, would be like, “yeah, this is misguided and goes against what daphne believes.”

not breaking things or yelling at a royal event isn’t a moral stance. why are you so pressed. get a hobby

if you want her thing to be standing out, make it standing out.

standing out isn’t a conflict in the whole movie. henry’s flaw is being passive. daphne’s flaw is being embarrassing at parties because she’s clumsy and she likes to meet new people and dance and stuff. libby has no flaw except that she was a victim of classism.

the twins at the party are dowdy and shy, and daphne gives them a makeover off screen lmao. ian is single, and daphne dates him.

so make standing out the recurring issue. make daphne super obsessed with fitting in. in the very beginning, she runs into a girl she knows at a wedding. the girl is kind of privileged and successful, and daphne reveals that she’s a free spirit who doesn’t know what she wants to do with her life. instead, make her hedge and hem and haw and try to make herself seem more successful to the girl. make her Want to be fancy and part of her dad’s high society life, but her Need to “be herself.”

maybe the twins are secretly super weird and quirky, and they’re depressed trying to fit in; and their big moment revealing being cool now at the garden party is them wearing loud patterns and dancing when the music starts playing. maybe ian is super funny and goofy and the parties suck until he and daphne trick the singer into leaving the stage, and ian jumps onstage and plays a fun song.

make libby have been rejected because she always started talking politics at henry’s parties and she’s kind of radical.

maybe daphne: hey, i’m sorry, but you can’t come with me to the party next week anymore. maybe ian: what? how come, i rented a tux for this. maybe daphne: sorry. i’m trying to behave. maybe ian: haha what does that mean? you’re not trying to fit in with all those stuffy losers, are you? maybe daphne: no, i’m trying not to ruin things for my dad. it was a big deal when you were super messy at the garden party. maybe ian: wow. i seem to recall you being “messy” right along with me. sorry for embarrassing you. maybe daphne: ian, don’t take it personally. we can still hang out sometimes, i just can’t go places with you. maybe ian: no, thanks.

i don’t prefer this, because i’m an introvert and people who think someone they don’t personally find interesting are fundamentally worse, are boring and annoying. i wouldn’t find this story relatable or compelling at all. i’m 9000 years old and i’m like, “what if you guys respected each other and participated in society, though?” i wouldn’t enjoy this story. but at least it would make sense why ian’s bothered by daphne not “standing out.”

i think the entire reason this movie was made is that trailer moment from the boat scene where ian’s like, “i don’t understand why you want to fit in, when you were born to stand out!” so that’s how you can keep that dumbass line.

make ian have an arc himself.

in the movie, ian is initially helpful and gives some backstory, and then partway through the movie he gets mad at her and breaks up with her. he forgives her at the same time as henry realizes daphne’s unhappy, right at the end.

instead, make ian become helpful as the movie progresses.

so first of all, take the scene toward the beginning where he’s in the boat allegedly showing her how to practice being poised, and he tells her about his mom being a disowned deb. move this scene to the beginning of the third act.

next, make it so that ian was rejected by his grandparents. maybe ian at some point also defied his mom to seek out estranged family; but where daphne’s dad let her stay, ian’s grandparents insulted him and told him they didn’t want him around. they called him illegitimate and a mistake. so when daphne chooses to try to conform, ian is reacting to those feelings rather than projecting his own feelings of personal superiority.

and finally, make daphne try to fit in much sooner, but make her super bad at it. my roommates and i watched this movie the other night and one of them made the very good point that daphne’s grandmother and father sit her down and are like, “there is a certain way you’re supposed to behave,” but they don’t tell her how to do that.

so let’s actually keep that part. maybe daphne overcorrects. she knows she’s fucking up, so she believes she shouldn’t be doing anything fun or interesting or making conversation with anyone. this isn’t great. her charm is in how friendly, fun-loving, and proactive she is. she does what she wants and people find it refreshing. make people start to be like, “wow, lord dashwood’s daughter is kind of weird and stiff. it’s clear she isn’t used to places like this, what a rube.”

now we get to the third act, and the boat scene. in the boat, ian tells her about his family, and apologizes and offers to try and help her, if this is what she wants. now ian is playing more of an active role, and he’s contributing to her life in a positive way.

because as it is, he does nothing that i couldn’t get rid of very easily. so...

get rid of ian.

here are the effects ian currently has on the plot:

daphne riding away on the back of a motorcycle makes henry worry about her, and he realizes he’s developing paternal feelings toward her. he calls libby and libby affirms and empathizes with those feelings.

ian is in the band at the party where the chandelier is destroyed.

ian talks a lot about how daphne’s supposed to stand out.

ian stresses daphne out, which sort of artificially raises the stakes.

ian shows up right at the end to reward daphne for existing.

especially because ian’s criticisms are so disconnected from daphne’s motivations, nothing he does is particularly helpful to the plot in a way that he couldn’t be replaced.

daphne has a tattoo in the movie, and when henry sees it, he’s sort of like, wow, she’s kind of a wild child, she reminds me of me when i was young. instead of a motorcycle boyfriend, make daphne get the tattoo in london. henry calls libby like, “she just got a tattoo!” and libby is like, “i remember you holding my hand while i got my first tattoo.”

maybe the live band takes a break, and daphne sneaks up and hooks up the speakers to her ipod or something, and she plays super loud music herself.

i already talked about how pointless this is. also, we don’t need a greek chorus telling us what’s going on. show, don’t tell.

daphne is already stressed. those motivations can come from inside daphne.

why would henry seek out daphne’s ex-boyfriend and fly him out to new york to impose on daphne and her mom? this is so weird. go home.

ian is replaceable. to the left, to the left.

#long post #haters #who is this even #Anonymous #talking out of my ass

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Blood Promise [ Chapter 5]

Vampire Baekhyun AU

Pairing; Twin Baekhyun/BaekBaëk/ Alana

Genre; vampire/ fantasy AU

Warnings; angst, intense language, name calling, mentions of blood, SMUT!!

Word Count: 7252 Prologue

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

{~Vampires falling in love with humans was forbidden. That is until 18-year-old Alana Davis moves to town and attends the new boarding school; Hallows Boarding School. Unaware that vampires exist and that the school is home to both Vampires and humans. On one late night Alana stumbles upon two brooding and mysterious twin brothers, but little did she know they would soon change her life. Will it be for the worse or the better?~}

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Previously

Wrapping the scarf around his bleeding shoulder Baëkhyun’s breath hitting your face as he watched me tie it while Baekhyun watched you help his brother. “Just keep pressing on it. It should help stop the bleeding for a little while to last you a little longer. I’m sorry this happened to you.” You rambled on as you tended to him. “If having to erase my memories from having met you guys to save your life I completely understand.” A tear rolls down my cheek yet again. Never in my life have I cried this much. It just seemed that I couldn’t stop crying over these two men that I had just met three weeks ago. Unable to control himself Baëkhyun takes his uninjured arm and slowly wipes the tear from falling down my cheek.

Looking him in the eyes from his sudden unexpected actions I finish up tying the scarf around his shoulder and move away from the close proximity of his face he muttered a quiet “Thanks” as I stared into his usual cold eyes, but this time they were no longer cold his eyes had a hint of appreciation in them and at this I gave him a small smile blushing looking down trying to hide it from their field of vison when suddenly I heard a menacing growl coming from my uncle pushing Baekhyun to the side causing him to hit a wall hard on falling to the ground. Baekhyun grunts looking up I yelp when he grabs me by my coat collar pulling me up to my feet moving my hair to the side tilting my head to examining my neck that I had forgotten Baekhyun had left a hickey there the other day.

“You let them do this to you.” He stared his hands coming around to grip my throat as he began to choke me lifting my feet off the ground. “

You are more like your aunt then I had ever imagined. I didn’t expect you to give into them so easily.”

“You are just as much of a filthy whore as she was”

I struggled in his grasp feet dangling in the air as I tried to fight for my freedom his grasp around my throat getting tighter every passing minute continuing to choke me. I begged him to stop tears running down my face. I looked a mess right now. My hair was everywhere. My uniform had small rips in places. Was this how I was going to die I thought? By the hands of my own uncle. Slowly feeling my eyes begin to close I start to see black you.

Who’s mark is this?” He asked, but I was unable to reply as I could speak.

“I will not have a vampire’s whore for a niece” He continued. Now choking and coughing.

“P-please u-uncle I c-can’t breathe”

“Maybe I should do the same as I did with your aunt hm?”

Starting to finally lose conscious I began to resist the urge to fight for my life. I then black out but not before hearing a faint, but husky voice in the background.

“LET HER GO”

and just like that you had blacked out......

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Present Day

Groaning I begin to feel myself waking up from my slumber. My eyes opening and closing. Finally, having opened my eyes completely staring up into the ceiling taking in my surroundings I notice that I’m not in my bedroom. I was in a dark room the only source of light coming from a dimly lit red light coming from the lamp near the end corner of the room. I start to panic as I begin to remember what happened just before I had blacked out. My uncle had me by the throat, and he was choking me to death. Tears started to well up in my eyes again. My heart beginning to ache. Looking over at the nightstand by your side the time read 3 am. How long have I been out, and where the hell I am I ? and who’s bed am I currently laying in right now. Slowly adjusting myself and eventually sitting up on the bed. The bed was facing towards a long glass mirror and in the reflection I let out a small gasp when I saw someone’s shadow form through the mirror sitting on a black leather chair. His legs were crossed both arms resting on the armrest of the chair as he stared at me through the mirror analyzing my every reaction waiting for me to wake up. Realizing I had noticed him the male uncrossed his legs and now bent over on the leather chair, his feet touching the ground as he stared down at the ground his hands joining into a fist.

Upon realizing who’s room I was in now my heart began to race in my chest again. I was in Baëkhyun’s room. How is he still alive I wonder. Last I remember before blacking out was him in a near death situation. Also, what had happened with Baekhyun? Was he okay? Why did he bring me here? Is he going to hurt me? All these thoughts started consuming my mind and they wouldn’t stop until a low groan left his lips silencing my thoughts.

“Took you long enough to wake up.”

“You know how much you talk in your sleep”

He spoke his voice deep husky voice filling up the entire room make you tense up.

“You human’s think too much. It makes my head hurt” He began, an irritated tone laced in his voice. At his words my mind wandered back to when I was crouched down on my knee’s tending to his injured shoulder which seemed perfectly fine now that I looked at him through the glass mirror and just cried over seeing him in pain. I remembered feeling his hot breath fanning my face as he watched me with careful and curious eyes as he wrapped the scarf around his bleeding shoulder. I also remember his change of character when he caught a tear rolling down my cheek his thumb stroking my cheek and lightly swiping the tear away, as he muttered a low “Thanks”. My heart started to flutter at the thought. I remembered his change of emotion from his usual cold blue eyes. I also remembered my uncle asking Baekhyun to erase my memories from having ever met the both of them, but since I am currently sitting here now in Baëkhyun’s room able to remember every detail of what happened just a few hours ago I’m guessing he hadn’t done it after all.

Getting the courage to finally speak you ask “ W-where am I ? what happened how did I get here” I asked looking around his surprisingly nice room. His room followed the theme of what looked like a Victorian master bedroom. His king-sized bed that I was currently sitting on silky black covers draping over my frail body was all around black with hints of dark red around the headboard of the bed. His room walls were painted a dark golden-brown color, as there was a beautiful chandelier almost the same color as his bedroom walls only a little lighter that hung high up on the ceiling. His room possessed smooth brown wooden floor as you kept scanning his room I began to see more hints of red decorated around his room. Thinking that red might’ve been his favorite color, by the looks of his room which included a red sofa placed near the large window that was currently covered by black drapes, a red chair closely placed near the king-sized bed. I was in complete awe of the room that I had forgotten where I was exactly. His voice snapping through my thoughts making me aware again of where I was.

“What’s it look like human?” He said answering my question I had asked a few minutes ago.

“You’re in my room, and I obviously saved your life from being strangled to death. The least you could do is thank me for saving your life human.” He spat his voice assertive and straight to the point cause a shiver to run up my spine and my heart to beat even faster than it already was.

Finally standing up from his black leather chair placed in the corner of the room near what looked like a closet. Straightening himself out he began to walk towards where I was seated on upon his bed. “You look awfully comfortable on my bed human” he begins to say as he continues on “You also think a lot when you’re asleep human you know that?” he finished catching me of guard at how close he now was to me. Hovering over me on the bed arms crossed as he scanned my shaky form from head to toe before sitting down again, but this time on the red velvet chair that was placed not too far from his bed.

“ You’re safe though. Thanks to me and my brother” he said no sense of emotion in his expressions nor his voice. I didn’t know if I felt safe in his presence at the moment.

Breaking the silence, I ask him to explain what exactly happened after I blacked out.

Throwing his leg over his other leg resting on his knee as he started at me with those cold emotionless blue eyes that seemed to have resurfaced on his stupidly attractive face. Quickly giving him a one look glance, I noticed in the meantime while I was asleep he had managed to change his outfit. Used to seeing him in his usual leather attire. I had begun to think that all he owned in his closet was leather, leather, and more leather, but this time Baëkhyun was no longer wearing leather. Instead he was now wearing just a plain black long-sleeved shirt. The sleeves of his shirt rolled up so that I was able to see his veiny arms making me shudder at the thought of what those arms strong arms could do to me if he really wanted, along with black pants and a nice pair of black shoes. His white hair framing his face falling over his face with a braid I hadn’t noticed before hanging over his shoulder, as that familiar silver chain once again rested over his nose and defined cheekbone. His sharp jawline and sinful red lips that had you licking your lips at the sight imagining what it would feel like to feel them pressed against my own set of lips. Unaware that I had been caught staring at him for a bit too long he snaps me out of my trance.

“ Can you not stare at me like that human?” He says rudely.

“ It makes me uncomfortable.” He says rolling his eyes.

Blushing from him catching me checking him out minutes ago I muster out a quick “I’m sorry” while looking down at my trembling fingers afraid to meet his piercing blue eyes that I could sense was staring straight at me.

Baëkhyun tilts his head to the side. Watching me fidget still oddly curious about me and why I wasn’t screaming for help and try to escape from him at this very moment. Any other sane human would be terrified and yet here she sat calmly on his bed.

“Are you not afraid?” Baëkhyun husky voice booms through the empty room.

Meeting his intimidating gaze, I stutter out “Huh?” I question him averting any possible way to look him in the eye unaware of what he meant by his question.

“Are you not afraid that I could hurt you?” He asks again slightly annoyed at having to repeat himself. This time a more demanding tone in his voice asking for your true answer. My heart caught in my throat. Palms beginning to sweat as your breathing began to become ragged. I didn’t want him to know that I was terrified of him at this very moment. I didn’t know what to expect to happen in the confines of his bedroom. If I tell him I am afraid of him he will getting a sense of satisfaction overhearing my answer, so I end up builded up some much courage and lied straight to his face.

“No, I’m not afraid of you” I said surprisingly calm without stuttering as I answered his question. Although the look on his face didn’t seem the least bit convinced of the answer I just gave him.

“You know…” He started shaking his head staring at you a low growl coming from his voice.

“One thing I hate with a passion are filthy liars” He said, your eyes widening in shock and fear.

Mustering up all the courage I had left I replied back to him.

“I’m telling the truth” trying to sound more convincing then the last time.

Baëkhyun now had a scow plastered all over his face. I slowly wished that I was seated in Baekhyun’s bed right at this very moment and not his jerk of brothers. At least he’s not as scary as Baëkhyun was so, you thought little did you know about the certain vampire’s darkest desires. Baëkhyun’s husky voice breaking me out of my thoughts once again.

“Come here…NOW!” He demanded. Gulping the saliva that had been building up in my throat as I started to shake my shoulders tensing up slightly at his angered voice.

“W-what?..” I made out.

“W-why? What are you going to do to me?” I asked him fear now laced in my voice telling him that at this moment I was in fact actually very afraid of him.

“Are you defying my orders human” He spit out. Pointing to the spot in front of where he sat on the chair an intimidating look on his face.

“Come here now”

“And DON’T make me repeat myself this time”

Deciding that it was better to listen to him and do what he says. I begin to make my way off his comfortable bed. Slowly throwing the silky black duvet covers off my body. Shivering due to the cold air from the room I look down at my body and realize I had been changed out of my school uniform remembering how it had been ruined. I was wearing what looked like a navy-blue silk night gown. Did he change me. Where did he get this from? At the thought of thinking about Baëkhyun looking at my body made me blush an indescribable feeling consuming me.

Nearing the edge of the bed Baëkhyun continued to watch me as I approached him the night gown riding up my thighs just a smidge enough for him to see more skin then he thought necessary. Shifting in his seat he continued to watch me. Pinching the bridge of his nose licking his lips hungrily as I became unaware of his heated gaze scanning down my body. Looking at me he takes his fingers and grazes his lips. The soles of my feet finally touching the cold surface of the floorboards I stood up straight. My night gown falling down my short frame leading past my mid-thigh, but still giving Baëkhyun a good display of them. Lowering my head and walking to finally stand in front of him I waited for his direction, or what he would do next. Tilting his head, he slowly stands up from his chair now hovering above me. Coming closer to me now so that I could feel his breath hitting my face. Still looking down at my feet feeling an intense aura around him. His woody scent filling my nostrils causing me to take an unintentional deep breath.

“Now as I was saying” He starts up again.

“I asked you a question and I need you to answer me.”

“I will say this one more time. The next time I won’t be so kind about it.” His eyes dark as he looked down at your petite form as you continued to avoid his gaze.

Taking my chin in his hand he tilts my head up to look him in the eyes

“Look at me when I talk to you” He goes on to say causing me to immediately listen to his wishes. His eyes lowering to my lips licking his lips quickly as he averted his gaze making his way to look back up my face again his piercing blue eyes causing my heart to beat frantically. You gasped at the look in his eyes. The emotions that clouded his usual cold eyes wasn’t there anymore but was replaced with a glint of something else I couldn’t quite put my finger on. The way he was staring at me squirm under his making me feel uneasy, but at the same time it had me clenching my thighs slightly together trying to subdue the aching feeling between them that I did not want to dwell on.

“Now…” he begins again his husky voice making goosebumps to rise on my skin.

“Are you afraid of me human? and don’t lie to me I can read your thoughts and sense your fear he says.”

“I can hear the sound of your beating heart meaning you are afraid, yet you are still here why?”

“I’m not afraid” you said again a bit more confident.

Leaning down to ear in my ear \ a shiver running down my spine as I felt his hot breath fanning the outer shell of my ear. His fingers wrapping around the base of my throat slightly squeezing my airway, but not completely that I couldn’t breathe. “I could drain you of your blood right now and nobody would be here to stop me. Not even my brother.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me” I say believing my words in some sort of way my eyes slightly squinting closed as I flinch when he drops his hold around my neck afraid of what he might do next.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t just hurt you.”

“I would kill you” His eyes shined with excitement as he looked at me now although deep down I couldn’t believe his words. If he truly wanted to kill me he would’ve done it by now.

Putting on a brave face and standing tall I look directly at him. Meeting his cold eyes before saying.

“Then why haven’t you?” I asked. Growling now his hands made its way back to grab my neck pushing my head to one side and yanking my hair to one side a bit roughly cause you to let out a strangled moan as he leaned back near my ear and whispered, his deep voice making you squirm under his grip. He chuckled right in my ear his breathing ghosting the side of my face.

“You must be an idiot” He begins

“ Challenging a powerful vampire like myself?”

“Do you know who you are talking to?” He asked his tone a bit harsh now.

“B-Baëkhyun” you answered him breathless as I whimpered as I felt his nose graze up my sensitive neck taking in my intoxicating scent stopping below my jawline and my jugular.

“That’s right.”

“And do you know what Baëkhyun does to stupid humans like yourself?” He rhetorically asks assuming I knew what he was hinting at gulping at his words as I shudder under his touch.

Whimpering he finally steps back from my neck. The grip around my throat also gone as he turned around leaving me in a daze as he sat back down in his chair in front of me.

A hint of a smirk on his face now uncrossing his legs. He plants both of his feet on the ground opening his legs wide adjusting his pants as he leaned back on the chair arms resting above him on the chair eyebrows slightly raised thinking about how he would handle me as he kept watching me squirmed under his excruciating gaze.

“Come a little closer now don’t act all scared now” at hearing this my feet moved on its own as if I wasn’t in control of my own body move closer towards him. I was on edge my body deceiving me as I let him tell me what to do. His posture and the look plastered on his face radiating so much dominance. Everything about this man made me want to submit to him and I had no clue why I felt this way over a murderous vampire.

Now standing in front of him as he looked me up and down I rolled my eyes

“What do you want from me?” I ask my voice unwavering.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me unless you want me to rip your pretty brown eyes out sweetheart.”

He says unfazed by his choice of words. Stiffening and apologizing to him he continues.

“I just want to talk.” He started up again.

“I realize that you and I didn’t start off on the greatest of terms” He said a sadistic smirk on his face.

“And I just wanted to thank you again…” He paused

“Thank me?” you asked confused.

“For what exactly?”

Throwing his head slightly back running his long and slender ringed fingers through his white hair he chuckled.

“For helping me yesterday of course.” He finished looking back up at you from where he sat a similar smug expression on his face as Baekhyun not like his usual self. Lowering my head once again trying to hide your now reddened cheeks from him. I didn’t him finding how much he already got under my skin want him, but it didn’t last long before he spoke again.

“I said look at me when I talk to you” He repeated a slight scowl displaying on his face again.

“S-sorry sir” I mumbled unable to control what fell past your lips. At the sounds of you calling him sir Baëkhyun stiffened his blue eyes clouded with a dark lustful expression a low growl emitting from his chest, his fangs threatening to come out from beneath his gums.

“What did you just call me?” He asks making me repeat what I had just called him.

“I-I said sorry sir” I repeated myself suddenly seeing a change of emotion in his eyes. What did I say wrong? I thought to myself unaware that Baëkhyun was turned on by me calling “Sir”

“Why?” He finally asked his chest rising and falling slowly breaking the awkward sexual tension between the both of us blurting out another series of questions.

“Why did you help me?” He continues.

“Don’t you see what I am?” He asks.

“ My brother and I have done nothing but torture you since the first day we laid eyes on you, yet you still went out of your way and helped me.” He said.

“You even cried. You humans are so weak with all your emotions.”

“So why?” He finishes.

Waiting for him to finish. Still staring straight at him afraid to look away so he wouldn’t get mad again from looking away from him I answer honestly.

“I don’t know” You started.

“You were screaming in agony.”

“You were hurting. I thought you were going to die.” You admitted

Clearing his throat, he speaks. “I would’ve healed. I’m a vampire remember?” He said flashing his two set of fangs coming out from underneath his gums reminding you of what he truly is. A creature of the night that prey on blood.

“My uncle had poisoned the blade when he stabbed you. I was just trying to help as much as I could.” I said my voice breaking as my resolve started to breakdown.

“It was a test.” He said and this caught me by surprise. Unexpecting this answer from him.

“A test?” I asked shocked. Had everything been a set up to see how I would react. I couldn’t believe it. They tricked me.

“Fucking vampires” I mumbled under my breath hoping he hadn’t heard me, but unfortunately his heightened senses and because of his supernatural powers he caught what I had said leading him to say what he said next.

“Watch that mouth of yours or I’ll put something in it that will make you shut right up.” He blurted out a sadistic smirk on full display on his face once again. Eyes widening catching his drift of what he meant by that my heartbeat pounding in my chest that I’m sure he could also sense.

“Was everything a test?” I asked him afraid of his answering. He smirked leaning forward on his chair hands resting on his knees his head tilting up just a little bit so that he was meeting my own gaze.

“Not everything of course.” He answered.

“The part where he killed his wife and ended up turning us into vampires for revenge on our father was all true unfortunately.” He said a look of sorrow on his face, but quickly vanishing before I could say something about his sudden saddened state. “We also didn’t plan on your uncle choking the living shit out of you after he saw the mark my brother left on your neck.” He said as his eyes darkened again at the mention of Baekhyun’s love bite that was still evident on my neck, but slowly fading now.

“The poison on the blade was a set up to trick me, but why?” I asked confused and hurt at this revelation.

“ Your uncle wanted to test you.”

“To see if you would act on your instincts and try to save one of us.” He continued on explaining the full story to me.

“Now unfortunately. It was poisoned, but nothing that only lasted a couple hours a small dosage of vervain. It weakens a vampire, but not to the point of killing them unless put in a house trapped full of the damn thing.”

“We also didn’t know which one of us would be the one getting stabbed.” He then looked down to the floor suddenly. “Your uncle talking about my father in such a disgusting way enraged me” he continued. “I didn’t know what he would say to you to cause us to react, and you fell right into his stupid trap, because of me I just couldn’t bare the cause of your death being my fault.” He said now looking back up at me meeting my curious eyes while listening to him speak. My heart pounding in my chest, as he told me the reason of saving me.

“Ans then you started blabbering and crying” He said.

“Why were you crying?” He asked again.

“Did you really think I was going to die?” He asked studying your reactions

“I don’t know why I started to cry.” Averting his eyes looking at the ground.

“I couldn’t control my own body.” I admitted.

“Before I knew it I was screaming and on my knees trying to help you.”

“I know this must sound crazy, but I had to do it okay.” I finished

“now can I please leave I’ve answered everything you need to know” I told him.

“You uncle was right” He smirked “You really are attracted to us aren’t you?” He said as I suddenly felt his rough, yet soft cold hands run up my right arm causing goosebumps to rise on my skin, and he sensed it. Not moving an inch as he ran his hands up my arm. “Please” I begged tears starting to well up in my eyes again. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Oooh I’m not going to hurt you” He began. “Unless you want me to” he stated rather bluntly as he winked at you somehow blushing at his statement.

“I just wanted to figure out the reason why you chose to help me, so I can show my gratitude.” His sadistic yet charming smirk back on his face.

Rolling my eyes again unintentional “Well now you know” my tone slightly annoyed now at his teasing manner. He said in a mocking tone cocking an eyebrow up at you as he continued to stroke your arm taking my wrist in his palm turning it to face inwards as he pressed his soft lips on the vein of my wrist. A whimper escaping your lips.

“Baekhyun was right” He began to say.

“You really are a feisty one”

“It’s a good thing I asked him to let you sleep in my room tonight.” He smirked up at me.

“Afterall after what I went through I deserve it don’t you think?” He said his tone cocky now unlike his usual cold tone of voice.

Letting out a deep breath removing his hand from stroking my arm he leans back against his chair. Patting his right thigh, he asks.

“Come sit over here why won’t you?” He asked an excited glint in his eyes.

Still looking at him. His eyes watching me carefully as I approached him eventually sitting right on his thigh as he asked. Taking his teeth between his lips and biting his lips looking down at you sitting on him. His hand come to wrap around my waist pressing my back against his chest. My breath hitches at the feeling of his fingers grazing up underneath my night gown as his hands made way up my back trailing his fingers down to my covered ass sending tingles all over my body. He caressed my bum and suddenly groped it sending a slap to it causing me to yelp in surprise. Biting my lip trying to suppress a small moan to escape my lips. He sensed how arousal from where his hands touched, and he chuckled.

“You really are naughty.” He says catching me off guard at his choice of words.

“H-huh” you made out.

“Letting my fondling with your perky ass” He said biting down on his lip again his fangs visible to the naked eye.

Moving closer now to my ear his hot breath fanning the side of my face as I tried to look away from him. Embarrassed by the situation he had me in. Blowing down on my ear biting down and gently pulling it between his teeth the tip of his fangs grazing the outer part of my ear causing me to let out a surprising squeal. Pressing my legs together again I whimpered hoping it would help the throbbing from in between my legs to stop. Baëkhyun looking down senses the desperation and attention I craved from him.

“You want know something human” He begins whispering in my ear. Distracted from his voice in my ear I hadn’t realized his hand starting to moving up my inner thigh and that caused me to moan again at the feeling of his hands on me as he pushed up my night gown exposing my thighs to his liking. “How I want to leave fang marks all up your inner thighs” he says staring at your pale legs licking his lips hungrily.

“I know what you want little human.”

“I can read your mind” he says his husky voice making it worse on my part.

“I know your deepest DARKEST desire that you so willingly try to lock away in that pretty like head of yours.” He continues his hands going up my thigh more. Suddenly feeling him squeezing it sending a slap to my inner thigh I gasp a moan coming right after.

“I-I don’t know what you are talking about” I say unable to concentrate when he begins to lean into my neck again. His other hand moving my hair to the other side of my face as he stares at the beating pulse on my neck that he so desperately craved to sink his teeth into. His hand tilting my head slightly to the side to better help him get a better angle to look at it. He slowly leans in and licks a strip up my sensitive neck causing me to gasp my hands gripping his arm roaming closer to my aching core where I so desperately needed him but didn’t want to give in as I try my hardest to pull his hand away. He then nips near below my jawline. Not enough to pierce through my sink, but enough to leave a little mark as he continued to tease me leaving me squirming on his thigh. My arousal making me feel uncomfortable as I began to slowly rock my hips on his thigh unconsciously needing to feel something down there.

Detaching his teeth from your neck he moves his lips to graze your ear again his husky voice causing you to go crazy. “What do we have here?” He asks in a mocking tone.

“Are you that desperate to get off that your humping my thighs” he teases.

“I can smell the arousal off of you. It’s intoxicating do you know that Alana” He says.

Him calling you by my first name and not “human” causing me to ride his thigh a little faster causing me to let out a couple moans as he looked down at my movements watching me get off on just his thigh. Slightly flexing the muscle of his thigh looking at me with a lustful stare I moan as I feel it press up to my now heated core.

“The urge I have right now to just sink my teeth into your pretty little neck and drink your blood. While I watch you ride my thigh is making my cock hard.

“It really drives a vampire like myself crazy you know that?” He asks again rhetorically knowing you wouldn’t answer to busy focusing on getting your release.

“but I bet you would like that wouldn’t you?” he chuckles.

“Man, I wish Baekhyun could see you like this.” He starts.

“So needy. Your uncle would kill me right now if he knew what I was letting you do right now.”

“Technically I was supposed to bring you to your dorm and never speak to you again.”

“Your ass of an uncle’s orders, but watching you wither like this over me. I don’t think I can do that.” He finishes

Cheeks flushed chest rising and falling. Eyes closed as he continued his teasing ministrations. Feeling your juices through the fabric of my underwear Baëkhyun senses it. A possessive growl emitting from his chest

“You’re so wet”

“Do you want me to help you with that?” He asks? Already knowing your answer.

“Please” I beg him unable to control myself anymore or my thoughts. All I could think about was the aching feeling of my core as I seeked for my release ,and you needed him to do something about it. You didn’t care what the cost might be in the future.

“Soo willing.”

“You really are a slut aren’t you” His hands now finding their way to my soaked underwear, as he begins to rub my clit slowly my juices coating the fabric. Suddenly pinching my clit making me jolt up letting out a strangled moan. Baëkhyun was now pressed up behind me his chin placed on my shoulder as he watched his fingers rub me through my underwear as I began to shake losing myself in the pleasure of his fingers as I laid my head back against his shoulder eyes screwed shut as he continued his ministrations.

“Fuck that’s so hot” He says lowering lips back onto my neck trailing down kisses as he nips on my skin here and there.

“I was going to make you beg a little more, but I think I’ll save that for another time” He stated

“Because watching you so willingly submit to me is just too tempting to resist.” Suddenly his hands made it’s was into my underwear and I cry out at the feeling of his hand cupping my sec letting out a whimper. The sensation of his cold rings causing me to moan as he slid his fingers between my wet slit before he curls his fingers inserting two slender fingers into me. Mouth forming into an “O” shape I gasp the feeling of his fingers pumping fast inside of you. All that’s heard in the room was the sound of my wet pussy as he plunged his fingers deep in and out and of me the sounds sinful.

“Fuck your clenching so tightly around my fingers.”

“Do you like that slut.”

“You like my fingers fucking your pretty little pussy.”

“You must cause your clenching around them.”

“I just want to taste you” He says as his fingers curl inside of you hitting a different angle inside of me that makes my toes curl.

“I won’t do it unless you ask me to” He says causing me to let out a moan in between sentences.

“Please Baëkhyun” I beg unaware of what I was asking for from him.

“What do you want?” He asks his hot breath fanning the shell of my ear as he thrusts his fingers into me now at a relentless pace that has me screaming his name.

“I want you…” I began but got get cut off again by another moan escaping past me.

“Fuck. Baekhyun would be so mad at me right now for touching you like this without him being around to see.” At that I immediately clenched around his fingers my orgasm so close as I feel felt him smirk against my neck.

“Oooh you like the thought of that don’t you.”

“You want him to see you like this?”

“All spread out”

“Legs wide open as your seated on my thigh while your greedy cunt takes my fingers” at that suddenly you feel him add a third finger into your now dripping wet pussy.

“Baëk- oOoh” I moaned out the squelching sounds of my pussy driving him wild.

“You going to cum all over my fingers slut?” he asks.

“Y-yes yes” you say in between screaming his name your back arching a little as you now began to ride his fingers. I never knew someone calling me such degrading names would turn me on as much as it was right at this moment with Baëkhyun whispering it in my ear.

“This is my show of appreciation to you Alana.”

“For attempting to save my poor life”

He says as I was so close to reaching my peak. I suddenly shivered as I felt him graze his sharp teeth against my shoulder.

“Next time I won’t be so nice to let you cum”

I moaned at that adjusting myself on his lap so this his fingers could reach deeper as I tilted my neck out to him so that he could do as he pleased with my body.

“Please” I begged again unsure of what I was begging for again.

“What do you want?” So close. I was on cloud nine at the pleasure I was receiving, but I still felt like i needed something else to help drive me to the edge of my orgasm.

“Please just bite me” I finally answered giving in to my desires of having his teething sinking into me.

“I want to feel you. Please I can’t hold on any longer.”

“You’ll regret you ever said that little human” He stated. Not giving me any time to rethink my answer as I felt him start to kiss an area around my shoulder prepping me for what was to come. His teeth grazing the area as he opened his mouth and suddenly sunk his teeth into my flesh and just like a jolt of electricity I felt his fangs sink in making me cum all over his fingers and he drank my blood. Moaning in between licking and sucking the blood from my shoulder. I began to convulse my legs shaking at the overstimulation of his fingers riding out my orgasm as his fangs were still embedded deep into me. Detaching his fangs from my shoulder he starts to kiss his way up my shoulder to my neck. Placing a kiss on the pulsing vein before he plunged his teeth yet again into me. I moaned at the sensation eyes closing as he marked my skin. Sensing that he had enough and that I had finished riding out my high he took his teeth from out my neck removing his fingers from inside me kissing my injured neck lightly licking it up and muttering a quick.

“My powers will reduce the pain from where my fangs had plunged into” He said

“Wow” I said eyes glazed as I stared at him. His lips covered with now with my blood as he licked it clean.

“Delicious” he said that sadistic smirk back on his face causing me to roll my eyes again.

“What did I say about rolling those eyes at me” He snapped and suddenly he was back to his old ways although a playful smirk displayed on his face this time.

“I could never have enough of that” He stated honestly.

Removing me from sitting on his lap making me stand back on my two feet. Sensing my weakened state from just having had my blood drank and just having a mind blown orgasm just from his fingers, he gets up he walks me to lay back down on his bed.

“You should get some rest.” He began the bed dipping a bit as he now sat at the edge of his bed. Tracing his fingers lightly around where his teeth had just been. Wincing at his touch.

“I drank more then I intended.” Giving him a reassuring smile that I was okay my eyes slowly started to close as I began to drift off to a peaceful sleep, as the vampire hovering above me continued to watch me drift off. Mumbling under his breath

“Baekhyun is going to kill me when he sees those” He smirks appreciating the marks he left on my neck and shoulder feeling proud of himself, and as if timing couldn’t have been better on his side Baekhyun pounded on the other side of the door.

“Baëkhyun what are you doing in there?”

“Why did I hear screaming?”

“Is the girl okay?” and with that Baëkhyun smiles looking down at her sleeping form looking back at the door and answering his brother on the other side.

“We are okay brother.”

“The little human was just having a little nightmare.” A sadistic smirk on his face as he noticed his brother falling for his lie, and just like that Baëkhyun walked towards his door turning the nob stepping out of his room, but not before glancing back at her leaving her to sleep alone in his bed as he is met with his brother who was pouting on the other side of his door arms crossed around his chest.

“Must’ve been some nightmare” Baekhyun says before they both walk down the hallway of the mansion.

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throwingideasatthewall · 3 years

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Clone Wars Shadow Warriors

Seas 4

Oh this- just screams edgy ... Whelp

So is Jar Jar an adult, now,? (Asking because before his characteri zation was force of nature to child

Now he seems to have his own personality.

Which is fine if you want to change some details for the sake of a better story, (Or to simply explore a new angle,). Aesthetic

Just. need to make sure I’m holding them to the right standard,

Okay,

That- was relatively adult,

Um.

Aight . . Well-

Wait

Did they just call Jar Jar away from Cou-ncil-

. I mean they are clearly trying which is some thing I do give credit for-

Though The Tone Is Robot- Ic-

(Though that might be int- entional since it seems to be hinting that this lady is practicing some kind of mind tricks on him

(Aka, he’s doing it under tox, because we don’t do suspension of choice in dra- mat ic Me- -dia,

S’up

What?

I-

H-elp

Screw my own accou- -ntability - See that was the correct -amount of emotion-

. Okay - Right-

Sus- (pic)

No one noticed the obvious people right there?

Like not even Mr. sus there?

[or are they just so kind that it’s like oh yeah we were just talking hate speech but go right ahead?

Logic?

There

Yeah some shit is definitely going on,

For sake of argument* sake, i’m just going to assume that his reaction to toxic behavior

*Account ability-

Any way

I-

I’m still going to try,

Despite you clearly saying you want understood

Because assumed authority - and assuming you know better than a person about themselves

Is totally ok-

- In this society

-[Cries in sad “accountability,” -of- war, ]

Whelp,

In- flue- n -c e

Still an adult-

Okay-

Imagine it was just a normal necklace and he pulled that shit-

[Ok for the sake of argument I’m going to assume the necklace is symbolism for toxic influence,

Being around it enabling]

It- - His voice voice dropped like - 6 octaves

Also I swear if they try to excuse him for his actions-

Mind over matter -Okay, so they’re not excusing him for his -actions,

Me- an - OK so it’s not naturally evil it just comes down to the users so that dude was still totally responsible,

Didn’t change - much

- Ha-Ha

Actual gas -lighting”

Also persuade, - Okay, good not excusing him from his actions, - Thing

The gaslighting goes deep - Also isn’t the Darkside supposed to be negative over involvement? - Aight- - - A-lone

Oh yeah that’s a great idea let’s just let the dude that just got gaslighted and completely fell forward go back into the person who did it,

👍

Genius

(This Jedi Council is fucking brilliant)

Gas- Light- Ing

(Note; Confronting the gas lighter is never the way to do it (Inter- Gen-) (Excluding accountability of the abuser (Gen-break Venting Pro- Ced- u re)

[as you’re usually too angry to let them get a word in edgewise And remain; in control)

With inter- gen productivity, They are possibly given five warnings before Being Kick ed-]

For the sake of argu- ment as well as simplicity-

We’re stick -ing with bas- ic-

If someone’s acting toxic with you, you reflect and you don’t have to hang out with anyone you don’t want to,

Logic

This dude is very clearly making it obvious that he’s willing to listen to this person,

And, enabling

“Cl-”

See he’s gaslighting him again because he thinks he can get away with it,

With no accoun- tability-

(Or the small bit this society believes in which is jail,”

Wr-

Oh!

Is he a Gungan Jedi?

Also,

You Don’t

SAY!

(The repeated Gaslighter who has shown multiple times to be toxic, Was toxic, (And prepared to use any means to subvert the will?

Prize for the most in competent Je di

Like, Serious- (Really had to put those two accoun t- ability- cells to good - use-”

(For matting issue-)

The writer just saving us the effort of him coming downstairs -all feckin- weird, and the obvious “should’ve seen that coming, “

? ha-ha

What?

Oh yeah no the creepy magical stuff wasn’t enough of a fecking clue in-

Appar-

Whelp-

He snapped out of that quick-

Like didn’t even need a reverse- mind trick

Good for him-

And - actual- nar- rative- -

Whelp,

Wreck-ing -house

Okay, but how do you think this is going to look to the general public like two Jedi,( very good at persuasion - mind tricks’ -just showed up, now they’re leader and said Jedi are wreck-ing one of their minster’s houses-

One who could’ve feign- ed lack of support for the war

Like if this is a set up-

the chips- are about to fall,

Da-

Okay, seriously how obviously evil, was this person?

Like we have a weird creepy room, The robots apparently hanging from the chandelier (eck) And the knife

Like if this person ever- went- through a checkpoint

Also, Oh-

That-

(That really does not look good,)

Bo-ss

Yeah, she clearly has medical experience,

(Also yeah that’s really going to make it better-”

Oh yeah the senator was seen trying to clean up the evidence-

Well the Jedi ran out full sword’s- a blazing

(Instead of you know the Senator chasing after him, While the peacekeeper stayed behind and tried to tend to the person,]

Great - - Or Not-

Well- tensions just got raised,

Of,

Ai. Ght,

Whelp,

(Okay, no way he’s totally not dead but sure-)

A-i-

Whe-

That- sucks- - Un- Con-cious

That- doesn’t tell me anything else-

Like; Critical condition?

D-usk

Li-terally no one else?

(Like don’t get me wrong I’ve been a pretty big Jar-jar fan ever since the change-)

But really, the Senator, the person that spends the most time away from your - planet

That’s the person, they trust the most?

Ai-

Hm-

Oh yeah just put on the deadly leaders hat-

The rese-mblance-

Not really?

I mean all humans technically look the same-

But-

Pretty sure Jar jar is a lot scrawn- thin -er

Also if they’re not going to listen to him as him they’re not going to listen to him as he pretends to be their (dead) leader

Also, please don’t go with the liar revealed plot,

Yeah no, they have completely different kind of light. tones,

The face structure-

Co-mpletely different-

Nope

-Dead

Di-ssent

Agree

I-

OK yeah I’m just gonna go over the fact, that as previously state, I am not a huge fan of the liar revealed plot-

-or lying

(No because it’s- unrealistic- - or there’s anything wrong with it

-people do lie

-maybe because of how overdone and poorly done it’s been,

-With the liar getting off Scott free without any weight

But I really don’t like this plot-

-And the skip button maybe used ad- nausuem- -

[Well- shit [for reference; I was using the skip button ad nausuem when I randomly stopped at the part with Greivous

Things just got a whole lot worse]

[Tumblr Refresh] -

Any Way,

Aww, That’s kind of nice the friendship and reliance the dude has on Other- Half - Yes ‘Boss Leoni’ when someone gets tox you leave- - In a - relation ship-

Also yeah he’s definitely not ‘Boss Leoni’ - He would’ve stayed and tried to take the tox

(Aka Jar-jar is less ena- bling, les- tox- And Doesn’t Take It For Much More. Than He Has To,

(He’s les -s

Dyfun. -c)

Okay

Good Job - Also - yeah how’d you manage that - That-

Didn’t get car ried up the chain of com- mand- - Then again Gri- evous has shown to be a pretty shit boss. - So I can’t blame these guys for being like yeah compl- ete stranger I will totally take a nap -right ,now- - You kinda have sticks- - [The rain is really nice,]

[is this the first time we’ve seen them use active particle effects for the camera?

Either way it’s really nice -

Oh,

They’re

electric sticks,

That makes sense

[- bet ter for Figh t- In- g-

Stop one 1v1 -ing- It

W-h

Again this is what happens when you 1v1 it and don’t assume accountability- - -

[Don’t fight a metal cyborg with metal sticks when you’re not prepared to take it, full way,)

I-

[I feel like this is supposed to be some big build up but they only shared like one scene where dude was completely silent,]

Like,

Sacr-ifice

Die to take someone out with you

[Great

Now

Ouch]

Are they actually going to kill off grievous because this isn’t look-ing too - good - Shit-

Dude- is still not dead- - How? - Whelp- - Oh, hey where the fuck did you come from,

I- Ack. Br-u- Tal

W-el

- Un - M - Plan-

“ damn it he messed up the script-, -Pal - patine

Cap-

Prison break-

Also yeah that’s probably like a vacation for him-

Given how toxic these assholes are - Ex- change - Damn Ship per-

Also screw the 150 or how many other sena -tors - Only Amidala - matters - A- ight- - Also, dude knows where everyone’s lair, Is,

Like he pissed off Grievous with -his

Now he’s just chilling in this dude’s sipping earl gray Or- Some Shit-

Him

Okay

Getting a little ahead of yourself episode- - O k

Hearing this, Skywalker doesn’t immediately run back shout -ing nope- - - Because, to my knowledge the speaking at room volume,

Not whispering and the distance isn’t enough to -explain it - Ai - - Wel- - There goes one min-ion- - Droids are apparently expensive enough to chastise Grievous over-

But sen-tient - beings are a dime’ a ‘dozen-

(Also gaslighter’s. don’t give a shit about you dear, God,

The Painful dramatic- irony-

*tra- gic- Wh- -Oa

Ai - Ri-

Wh- -elp,

You know if it wasn’t for the exposure earl- ier

I would assume they would think that the Jedi was just killing all their Im-por- tant- elected officials

Why?

Wh-at

He’s right. - But dude- that’s pretty ham fisted-

I mean-

How many episodes (and possibly seasons-) do we have to go- - - Anakin- is a dick to lanterns- - Also the random theme of the bots- coming out of nowhere- continues- - St -op- - Wh- elp-

? (He live?)

I-

Good Play-

Ah-

To-

Oh, yeah, He’s alive we’re not going to bring that up in any mention-able way?

Ike

Wh e l- p

Oh - That was -nice-

You deceived everyone and lied to all our people, you’ll make a great leader,

Or a great council/ committee leader considering that they do have an open position , Best

I like that they had one bad ass fall and had it replace-d by Dooku being particularly bad-ass - In his place-

In the trade off near the end really speaks to the frag-ility of war

I thought-

It was pretty al-right Though it really did seem like - they were trying to build up to something but the structure unfortunately just didn’t support it,

Which is unfortunate because they do seem like bits- that could’ve been nice

Like Jar-jar being a constant peacekeeper-

The underwater nations-

Wars be- tween - Those Dude’s

And that general guy - Who seems to be like he was supposed to be this - really big deal

[probably intended to do something massive in the previous arcs,]

But, here, all he did was that one scene,

[Would’ve worked better if he was like this Re- Public Gen- Er Al-

To the shark guy-

And Akbar,

Was just like the resident enforcer-

Or something to do with the prince

I think it would’ve really worked better with the concept of ‘being taken’ under, As well that possibly being a good contrast between Jar Jar binks And Char- If Jar- jar got promoted- With Char being eager at first but then realizing he just can’t- And Jar- Jar being reluctant at first but realizing he can-

[Note; assumed authority is bad, Just- some people are better at using it for venting than others)

Nope boomers vs throw- it-back, boom-

I-

And it really did feel like this episode -should’ve been the split one

Nearing the end- it started to feel like the 1st- part of a second ep-

Which is fine

Just cut- of-

Episode all around being al-right, with just several parts that didn’t make quite sense including the emphasis on the general for that one scene,

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deliciouslyfilthytm · 3 years

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・ℬ * { moved from flagged blog // fairytale au with @savagecuhnt }

It had been at least a decade since they had received random, uninvited visitors. Until she had arrived, silence engulfed the mansion, blanketing Blaine in a blissful nap. The only noise to be heard was that of his servant, Don E., climbing the rafters and dusting the chandeliers as he hummed to the song in his head (probably Brittany). He was off in his own little world. Just as he leaned over to finish up the center of the front chandelier, the noise from the nearby front door caused him to lose his footing. The whole thing came crashing down, impaling Don in the process as he fell on it.

Eyes already glowing a bright crimson, Blaine made his way to the scene. Don couldn’t speak, but he pointed toward the door where the noise had come from. With dramatic effect, Blaine opened the front door wide to greet their guest, full on zombie mode still in effect. “Look what you did,” he said as he grabbed her arm to pull her inside and slam the door. “This is my only minion and now… Now he’s going to be out of commission for weeks.” Blaine growled in annoyance, having been not only woken up, but his chandelier and servant damaged as well. “And do you know how expensive that is?” he nodded toward the pile of glass and metal now on the floor. Hands at her shoulders pressed her back up against the wall as expression went from a scowl to a somewhat calm smirk. “How will you be paying for this, cash, card or your brain, little lady?” Blaine knew she probably didn’t have enough money, but he wanted to see her reaction.

the sound of crashing glass caught the witch off guard, causing her to jump back. now curious, she leans her ear against the door. she could hear voices and soon the sound of approaching footsteps. “what in the--” before she can even finish the sentence she finds herself being pulled inside from the cold. ice blue hues are wide with confusion as she stares down at the horrific mess that she had caused. she didn’t have time to respond as, who she assumed was the owner of the home was now holding her against a wall. “you’re so lucky--” she bit her tongue and sighed, “Look dude, or--” a curious brow is raised, “or whatever you are. I didn’t mean to do all this--”inked digits gesture to the mess behind him, “I merely just knocked on your door. I got into a car accident and I’m just looking for some help or a phone. I’m not paying for shi-- wait did you just say brain?” a smirk of her own plays at the corner of her bloodied lips. “you’re fuckin’ with me right?”

…And it definitely wasn’t the reaction Blaine was expecting. Brows knitted and eyes returned to a calm blue hue as he stood up straight to casually cross his arms. She wasn’t scared of him or the still living and lucid impaled Don on the floor? Interesting. “No, no. I mean, it’s pretty bland on its own, but all it takes is the right blend of herbs and spices to liven it up. Hot sauce is a quick fix. I’d let you try it, but I hear it’s not good for humans.”

“Blaine…” Don managed to squeeze out before motioning to himself, hoping to get some help.

“Oh, yeah, I’m Blaine, he’s Don E., and you have managed to find our little cursed mansion out in the woods.” Finally he went over to pull Don off the chandelier and lie him down on the floor. “Finish bleeding here since you already ruined this carpet,” he said before turning attention back to her. “He’ll recover, but it’ll take awhile. Until then, I ask that you remain to take his place. Once he’s better, you can choose a car from the garage to keep and be on your way.” Even though he was asking, she would soon get to see the cursed part of the mansion come to life as chairs danced from the kitchen to the front door to make a barrier. Shortly after, all the bars on the windows would slide down into place, one after another. “Do we have a deal, babe?”

“you’d let me try my own brain?” curious eyebrows knitted even tighter as she continued to stare at the other, “Or someone else’s brain? wait is this like a weird zombie cannibal thing--” by the sound of the weaker voice calling from behind, her icy gaze peeks around, coming across the impaled figure. “I-I’m sorry Don E.--” eyes return to Blaine, wide eyed with questions, “What in the Disney fuckery are you talking about, mister? cursed mansion?”

she follows behind him watching as he tends to Don E. arms crossed over her chest, “Look here, Blaine. I don’t have time for all this--” she’s cut off by the fairytale magic of dancing chairs blocking her way out, followed by the not so magical barred windows. “I finally died. is that what this is. I fuckin’ died in a god damn car crash. a fuckin’ car took me out. of all things! and this is hell. I’m trapped in some fuckin’ morbid fairy tale!” inked digits run through her damp raven locks as she lets out a bit of manic laughter. “oh god, I’m f u c k e d.”

ignoring the men in the room she books it towards the chair barrier, hands outreached in front of her while she attempts to use her telekinetic abilities to move the chairs. to no avail, her abilities prove useless against the cursed objects. “Oh what the fuck.” she mutters to herself, continuing to erratically throw the chairs with her mind. after exhausting herself she returns to face the master of the mansion, “ for one, I’m Rosalyn. Rose if you’d prefer. Not your babe. Second, how long am I stuck here for, exactly?”

Blaine’s expression went through several changes the more she spoke. As he watched her attempt to do… whatever she was attempting to do, the idea hit him that perhaps she might have been more than just a normal human. Which meant, she would be way more useful to him than first thought. Not to mention, she was a spitfire full of energy. Oh the feats she could accomplish. Excellent. “I don’t eat the rest of the human, no,” he had to make sure to clarify, not that that fact helped make it less gross. “Other than the human brains we have to eat to keep from transforming into movie type zombies, I enjoy the same meats as normal humans do such as steak and chicken.”

With that out of the way, and how she had seemed to have simmered down for the moment, he continued, “Rose, step over here and take a look. You can see straight through Don’s torso. Just that hole is going to take at least a week.” Don blinked a few times and gave a weak wave. “The healing around it to get everything back to working order how it was, will probably be another week. So yeah, I’m predicting a sleepover of a couple weeks. We can do each other’s hair and paint each other’s toenails. It’ll be so fun,” he teased with delightful sarcasm.

Now for finding out if his guess was correct. “Will you be needing a broom to sweep this glass, or do you have other means to clean up this mess?” Brows raised in interest as he waited to see if she really did have abilities or if the show a moment ago was just a very weird tantrum.

it was a relief to hear the master of the home did in fact eat other food rather than just brains. meaning much needed food would be somewhere in her future. hopefully sooner rather than later at how weak she was feeling from the healing of her internal injuries. “So you eat brains to keep from going all dawn of the dead? hm. that’s interesting--” she took a mental note, hoping she wouldn’t have to see either one of the men lose control enough to attack.

inked arms crossed over her chest as she continued to listen to Blaine, offering Don a small wave in return to his. She had felt bad she had been the cause of damage, but was glad to hear he’d be healing. “regenerative abilities. that’s not too bad--” a pout had met her lips as ‘a couple weeks’ was spoken aloud. “a couple of weeks?” she repeats, “If I feed ya a bunch of brains, will that make ya heal faster? cause I’ll go find you some, won’t be a problem. Shit, I could even get them delivered. All’s I gotta do is hop up on tinder, get a few boys, send them the address and bing bang boom dinner’s served!” though the idea sounded grand in her head, she was sure there was some catch that would make that impossible for her to do.

“Not too sure about hair and nails, but if you have liquor--”she offers a devilish grin, “That’ll make these next couple of weeks way more enjoyable.” arms uncross as she takes in the whole mess, a sigh falling from her lips at the realization that she’d actually have to ‘help’ around the mansion. “fuck me--” she mutters to herself. “I don’t know. depends if that’s a cursed object like those d e m o n chairs, not too sure what I can and can’t do here. Never really had my abilities suppressed like this. might need that broom, I’ll figure it out though.”

Blaine listened to her plan, crossing his arms and giving Don E. looks as he did. “That scheme… While feeding him more won’t make him heal faster, luring dumbasses here under the guise of being beautiful women… that’s genius.” Brows raised and he shook his head in disbelief that they hadn’t thought of it before. “The only problem might be, nowadays, with shows like Catfish, people are being cautious.”

“I am not dressing up as a woman again, Blaine,” Don interrupted with a huff.

Blaine simply raised his hand to signal Don to zip it before giving an innocent laugh. “Yeah, we tried something similar before. They didn’t take the bait and he doesn’t like to talk about it.” He sighed and gave a roll of his eyes where Don couldn’t see. “But yup, that could be something fun to do while you’re here. We can even get them to bring us pizza and stuff. We could make a game out of it.” Yeah, Blaine had a feeling he was going to get along with his new houseguest just fine.

“As for liquor, I have a whole minibar in the basement along with a mini theatre, snack bar, pool table, and jacuzzi. It might look like an old creepy mansion on the outside, but the basement is totally modernized.” Otherwise, Blaine would have probably gone insane with boredom by now if it wasn’t for his basement. A quick inspection of the broom told it was not cursed as he turned it to reveal a sticker. “It’s from Lowe’s, see? Only the actual house and the stuff that came with it is cursed. So only the older furniture… But you know what, we can worry about this later. It’s not like we’re going to have visitors any time soon, right? So, to the basement for a drink…?” Arm was held out to her in a gentlemanly gesture.

“Catfish? Do I look like a catfish, handsome?” she does a small spin, flaunting what she was working with. “Keep in mind, I was in a car accident and walked about 4 miles in the freezin’ rain.” she looks to Don, raising a curious eyebrow before returning the same questionable look to Blaine, “I bet you’d both look gorgeous in dresses and glitter--”she shakes her head with a small laugh. laughter ends with a small sigh, “Well not what I was expecting to do for the next couple of weeks, but--” she shrugs, “I guess being locked in a cursed mansion won’t be too bad.”

knowing there was a whole lower layer designed for entertainment definitely brightened the deal, there being liquor was the icing on the cake. “Not too bad of a predicament with all the luxuries, huh?” inked digits came to rest upon Blaine’s offered arm, “I will gladly accept that drink offer, my good sir. Maybe you can fill me in on all this curse bullshit too. Question though, you said everything that came with the house was cursed. Like objects were once people type of curse? cause I don’t want to be using the bathroom on ol’ Lou and sleeping on Susan, if you get my drift.” hopefully that wasn’t the case.

At her spin, Blaine gave a nod of approval and a playful whistle. With her help, they could probably catch a ton of morons from the app. Definitely something to keep in mind. But this reminded him, she needed a change of clothes or something. “No, no, please no glitter. The last thing I want to do is sparkle... but yeah, I promise you, this won’t be bad at all.”

A hushed laugh was given at her question and he lowered his voice as if the house was listening. “No, no, the toilets and beds are new. I wasn’t going to use that old stuff. If they were people, well they’re out there somewhere in a landfill.” Evidently, Blaine wasn’t worried about breaking the curse anytime soon. “I’ll tell you everything I know about this place,” he said as he lead her to the basement, a host-like demeanor in his step. Finally someone to entertain! “First, we should get you out of those wet clothes... and maybe into a nice hot jacuzzi to get you warmed up? I have some t-shirts you’re welcome to while those wash.”

On the floor, Don E. rolled his eyes as they left the room in silence. With a sigh, he leaned over to grab a pillow and blanket from a nearby chair and wrapped himself up to take a nap as the healing to his injury was already zapping his energy.

“You’re bad.” She playfully hits him as she continues to follow his lead, eyes wandering around at objects she assumed were alive. She had hoped none could hear what Blaine had just shared with her. She didn’t want to upset the furniture now did she? “Jacuzzi sounds amazing! I’m assuming you don’t have a spare bikini lying around here, do ya?” A small shrug, “it’s fine. I’m not shy.” She offers her host a warm smile, “I will be taking you up on a shirt for after though. Wouldn’t want your entire home to have to see me naked. Poor things.”

The home was beautiful to say the least. better than anything she ever had the opportunity to stay in. The host wasn’t bad to look at either. Charming. The zombie thing was a new one for her though. She found herself curious to learn more, even more curious to see him in all his monstrous glory. She did love a dangerous man. “So what do you do here with all your free time? Just hang out?” Inked digits continue to hold onto his arm, “doesn’t it get rather lonely for you guys?”

At the bikini question, Blaine shook his head. There hadn’t been a woman in the house in a very long time. And the reason for that was a very sad one -- the darkest, cruelest part of the curse. Brows jumped in interest at the word naked... and normally, if he wasn’t currently cursed, he would have explained that no, he was sure the furniture couldn’t see. They could only sense their surroundings, from his tests. So, instead, he simply teased, “Poor things? Pfft. We could charge them admission.”

As they made their way down the stairs, Blaine prayed he had straightened up down there, because he honestly couldn’t remember. “We um, we learn how to make stuff and hang out, yeah.” He shrugged, knowing that didn’t sound very exciting at all, but he wasn’t sure just how much more he should reveal to her at the moment. “We built and put together all this down here by watching tutorials online.” Once they were in the basement, he went to turning on all the extra lights at the bar and started the bubbling going on in the jacuzzi as he thought of how to answer her last question. “Lonely is an understatement, but you know, I’m used to it. The curse was my fault, so I have to deal with it.” From his closet, a few shirts were pulled out for her approval. Blaine had a feeling she’d look amazing in any of them though.

another playful hit to Blaine’s arm before an agreeing nod. “We could charge admission.” she hummed for a moment, “but what could they possible pay with? they don’t have pockets.” she mockingly laughs at the pour trapped souls, definitely not earning the respect and adoration Bell did in the original tale. She was certain she would not be getting a lavish musical performance for dinner.

“make stuff?” she questions curiously as she enters the basement. It was more than what she expected. a modernized hang out area that you wouldn’t expect to be there when you explored the upper levels of the home. “See this is what I’m talking about. this is exciting!” she had released her grip on her host’s arm, allowing herself freedom to explore better. inked digits ran along the edge of the jacuzzi, dipping in to test the waters before she decided to strip of her wet clothes. “See, I would learn to make some sort of drug and mass produce it from home and sell from here. You’re in the middle of nowhere. in a cursed home. throw that shit up on the black market and bring in some money while you’re trapped–” her wet jacket and shirt are tossed to the floor, revealing a black lace bra and heavily inked skin. it doesn’t take her long before she’s out of her jeans and panties and submerging her shivering, nude body into the warmth and comfort of the jacuzzi.

“I’m gonna make you watch breaking bad. Cause that’s what you need to do. and then–” she leans over the edge of the jacuzzi, a devilish smile on her lips as she gazes at Blaine “they pay for the drugs and you eat their brains. Sounds like a good deal to me. and tweakers got energy. it wouldn’t be boring chasing them around figuring out new and exciting ways to end their lives.” she offers a shrug before pushing herself off the wall and into a comfortable spot against a jet.

As she spoke... and stripped down to nothing as promised, Blaine dipped behind the Asian inspired privacy panels to change. No, he wasn’t exactly shy, but they’d just met a few minutes ago and he was far too sober for streaking at the moment. Face went through a few different expressions as she spoke, eventually ending with a chuckle of amusement as he stepped into view in his black swim trunks. “You’re full of ideas. I like that. Don has some weed growing out in the green house, but that’s it on the drug front.” Though he didn’t stare, gaze never shied away from her as he went to rolling over the drink cart to the jacuzzi.

When she revealed the rest of her plan, that was when Blaine really gave a laugh as he stepped into the hot tub. “Wait, wait, you’re saying let them get hyped up on the drugs first, then chase them around? Like, playing with our food? And then add in a homicidal version of Home Alone on top of that?” There was a pause as he attempted to get the air out of his shorts in the most dignified way possible as he lowered into the bubbles and took a seat beside her. “We could record it and become famous on the internet, making people believe it’s fake, I guess. Which reminds me, the house can do a little trick where it disappears if it thinks we’re in danger...” It wasn’t until he turned to her that he realized just how close the seats really were. “Oh, um, what would you like to drink, babe?”

#welcome back~#this was faster than moving over each post individually #and i have your reply in my drafts #savagecuhnt #・ℬ * { au }

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klrkwall · 7 years

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— pick your poison

— he always returned, he was the antibiotic to the poison samson's been surviving off of for the longest time in his life.

nikola has always returned to samson, the former templar never had to worry if he would be back or not. nikola is responsible for rehabilitating him, under commander cullen and the inquisitor's orders. they have personal history.

nikola and samson return!! i wrote a fic for my beef( @rangertabris ) bc he deserves it and he bought me dream daddy love u !

“Nikola.”

Natural. That’s what it made him feel. No longer did being called Nikola overjoy him each time somebody called him it, it was his name. He is merely only being talked too; a man being talked too. He waves as he approaches the former Templar who sat on the concrete grounds, pulling weeds that grew in between the cracks in boredom. "I apologize for being late, were you waiting long?” Samson shrugs as he opens his palms and allows his collection of weeds to fall and rest against the ground once more. “

’Dunno. I lost track of time after the first two hours.” Samson jokes, the prince grins and sits next to Samson. The bags under Samson’s eyes were heavy, Nikola always wondered -

"Do you...-

-...ever sleep?”

Nikola glances up from his overload of paperwork. On the other side of his desk is Samson, his eyes shoot towards the closed door then back at Samson. “Occasionally.” Nikola chuckles, focusing his attention back onto his paperwork. The former templar rolls his eyes and without Nikola noticing, walks around the desk and snatches the writing utensil, holding it up high.

“Excuse me!” He reaches up for his writing utensil, while still being seated in his chair. Samson chuckles, shaking his head. “Aight’ Nikola, you can be excused. From working.” Nikola’s hand shot down and a soft ‘tsk leaves him. “I really, need to do this. And last time I checked you were under my command to rehabilitate yourself –“ Samson’s left eyebrow rose, chuckling once more. “You really… have plans to rehabilitate me? You didn’t just bring up that whole damn speech in fronta’ the Inquisitor and Cullen to bring me back to your sweet little self.” His face was close to Nikola’s now, a smug grin lifting his lips. Nikola waved him away.

“Your breaths stinks, now give that back to me and allow me to finish these documents. I must have them done by the end of the day.”

“Yeah, sometimes I sleep. I wouldn’t be alive if I didn’t, sweet thing.” The nickname delivers a soft blush to the Prince’s cheeks, not noticeable by Samson since it was deep in the evening and no lights were on. “You just have heavy bags.”

“How in the hell can you see these when it’s dark as hell out?” Nikola shrugs. “I guess I just know your face that well. We aren’t exactly strangers.”

"Thank the Maker, I don’t know if I would know how to approach you right now anyways.”

“You almost sound sweet.” Nikola points out, grinning as he felt Samson’s hand slide over to cover the top of his. “I’m sweet for some random prince.” He jokes, and Nikola laughs.

“What are you even working on?” Samson’s curious, and Nikola knows the former Templar would stop at nothing until he sated his curiosity. Without looking up from his work, he delivers a flat reply. “None of your concern.” Samson leans his head back, stares up at the ceiling. A chandelier hangs off of the ceiling, it’s golden with many crystals made onto it. “Could you at least take a damn break and we eat somethin’? I’m dying here.” Nikola continues to write, delicately. “I’m sure the prison could be feeding you right now, if you wish to go there.” He glances up over to Samson, an eyebrow rose as he waits patiently for his response. Samson raises his hands up in defeat. “You already got me out, princey. You couldn’t just send me back, you’d miss me too much.”

‘Hm.’ He resumes his paperwork, and Samson groans loudly, making it crystal clear that he was indeed bored in just sitting in Nikola’s personal quarters for the day.

“Do you remember that one time, when we for some fuckin’ reason were throwin’ rocks up at Meredith’s office and your brother had to come get you out of trouble and you bailed me out too.” A soft snicker is heard, which Samson could have missed if he wasn’t focused on Nikola. The prince finally lays his writing utensil down and glances up, a small smile lifting the left side of his lips up. “Yeah, we were lucky not to be arrested, hm?”

“Ain’t you ever been told by your mother or something to get your frustrations out by doing something good?” Nikola watches Samson pick up a small rock from the pile on the ground with an uneasy look. He crosses his arms and leans against the bricked wall which blocked off the entrance to the circle. “By Kotthis, yes - but I’m sure the woman meant something relatively normal!”

Samson, still bent over turns his head slightly to look over his shoulder and towards the distressed younger man. “What is relatively normal? You literally worship gods that aren’t considered normal here.”

“Ignoring that! And I don’t know, writing in a book or something. Writing down what makes you feel angry then crumple it up and throw it at a wall.” Samson tosses a rock up and catches it with his hand, a large grin on his aging face. “Yeah, you could be borin’ or…” Samson pauses and his attention immediately turns to the tall building, there is a window with small light coming from it. Nikola predicts it’s a candle. Samson brings his hand back as far as it can go, and whips the rock up high into the air where it disappears for a second, hitting one part of the tower then coming back down to the ground.

“Shit! So close!”

“You’re like a small boy, pulling some dumb trick that’s going to get your arse kicked.” Ignoring him, Samson picks up another rock and tosses it to Nikola whose reflexes act fast and he catches it with both hands. “You throw it, if you can hid Meredith’s window you’ll get a prize.” The prince’s eyebrow raises as he continues to lean against the wall in protest. “I’m not getting arrested for some foolish grudge you have against some woman who looks as if she is a jester.”

He snorts. “This isn’t some foolish grudge, Nikola. She’s a terrible woman and she looks worse then a jester, aaaand you would get arrested anyway since you’re out here with me.” Samson nods towards the road coated with darkness from the night, quietness from the winds. “You could walk away, if you wanted too.”

"For the sweet love of Sylveta, I am not going to leave you here on your own.” Nikola doesn’t move, he leans up from his back against the stone wall and tightens his arms he has crossed around the other. Samson whips another rock up - missing the window yet again. “Why not?”

Tension that had been building from the whole night one by one finally was noticeable, Nikola gazes at Samson with eyebrows arched into bridges.

“Why don’t…

...You just walk away?”

A pang of sadness stabs Nikola, in a non fatal spot. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you, rehabilitating you so you aren’t rotting in some dungeon, forgotten about while they all drink to celebrate you being behind six bars in a room that will just bring you harsh shivers and loneliness will creep up on you.”

Samson challenges him, he continues to taunt. He wants Nikola to snap. The ache for Nikola to jump out of his chair, with one hand, slide all of his papers right off the desk despite their importance and yank him over the desk to kiss him like hell. Let Samson know he has done wrong, yet Nikola still craves him, wants him and this to work. The former Templar did too - but he showed it through taunts. “Why don’t you want that for me? I fucked everything up did I not?”

“You screwed up your reputation, Samson. The Champion gave you a chance by speaking to Cullen about bringing you back, I don’t condone Cullen simply wanting to throw you in prison and leave you there until your skin melts and your bones are the only memory of you. That’s why I spoke to the Inquisitor and Cullen, they agreed to release you into my custody because they see you can be rehabilitated.”

“And so they choose you.” He sounds disappointed, but he is not one bit. The only possible thing he felt was anger, it burst through his bones as he thinks of Nikola having to see him in this state. He is a broken man, once a respected Templar now a crippling addict with the memory of his addiction piercing through his pale, nearly rotting skin. More strands of black fell off his head each day. Samson is a corpse, a walking dead man. “Yes, they chose me. Because I care for you and I care for your rehabilitation. You aren’t a bad person, Samson.”

His voice cracks when he argues. “I follow the Elder One to do his biddings, he seeks to destroy this world so he can become the next huge God. Tell me,” His hands rest on Nikola’s desk and he bends down. Desperation. He’s desperate with his risen eyebrows, sunken eyes and head close with curiosity. “...Tell me, how am I not a bad person?” The prince shoots straight out of his chair, his hand reaches over his desk and bunches a fist of Samson’s rarely cleaned shirt. He yanks the former addict towards him with meaning, half of him on his desk and presses his lips to his .

Over a year, it had been since he felt the lips that hardly ever lingered when kisses were left behind.

After what seemed like forever, the two separate and Nikola nervously chuckles. His cheeks are a blush, Samson finds him to be close to perfect. A hand crawls up his back and gently rests against his dark curls. A whisper travels from his mouth and into Nikola’s ear as he presses soft, ghosting kisses along the warrior’s jawline and up to the side of his ear.

“I see forever with you.” Forever was a concept once, a story parents would tell you before they were torn apart by death, infidelity or any other falling out. Samson never believed it, never believes it. Yet even when faced with hitting rock bottom, the younger man who he knows as Nikola stays. He stays.

Stay. stay. Stay. He never has to beg, never has to hug him when he leaves, scared of if he will ever return or not.

He always returns. Even when he left Samson behind, he still returned..

“Why-” Nikola continues to press hard kisses against Samson’s thin, cut pale lips. “...do you-” Another kiss. Samson finally pushes Nikola away gently, he still remains close but Nikola keeps his head where it is. Soft pants leave the both of them, Samson finishes speaking. “...Why do you do this? Why do you think I’m some good person?”

“Why do you still think I’m a good person after I left you?”

Samson’s hands hold a harsh grip on the rusting metal bars. “Because I know you are doing good elsewhere, and one day you would return. You always return.”

“Because you joined the Elder One since he was the only one who could take you, you convince people you’re a terrible person so they’re afraid of you and that is just because you are a stubborn fool who is drunk on poison that you’re some terrible person and the truth is you’re afraid of yourself. But the Elder One fears nothing, he took the poison you fed yourself and fed you a different kind. You were relieved by the different taste,” Spit from the prince splashes on Samson’s face, he pauses as he reaches out to wipe off his own saliva. “...you were so relieved for a different reality you didn’t know it was poison.”

“Let’s say I believe your bullshit for a minute. How do I not know you’re some different poison?” A finger strokes Samson’s cheek, softly brushing against sharp red shards. “Because I was here before any of this, I’m here to stay.”

Samson is the one to softly kiss him now, it’s gentle and not at all like the first one they shared in over a year. Despite the uncomfortable angle, Nikola fully rests his hand against Samson’s sunken in cheek, slightly cocking his head as he fishes for the taste of him.

“You always return…”

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