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ghostofthemost141 · 6 months

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Pt. 1 Pt.2 Pt.3

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 2,488

Themes: Angst, Self Loathing

About: After the end of the zombie apocalypse, the world may be back to normal, but your life is at a standstill as Task Force 141 works to try and find a reverse cure for your boyfriend Ghost.

Notes: This was inspired by a little drabble someone wrote here on Tumblr and when I went to try and find it, I couldn't find it so if someone finds it please let me know so I can give credit to them since this short is based off of that post. I also decided not to use (Y/N) for this one and instead everyone calls you Dolly, which means a gift of God that Simon gave you. Hope you enjoy!

How long does this have to go on for? I feel as if this is torture to keep him in here. I just want to reach in there and hold his hand, but it wouldn’t do me any good. It would hurt more, much, more.

“‘Ou in here, Dolly?” A thick, accented voice came through, calling me by my nickname.

“Hm.” I respond back, not taking my eyes off of him.

It was Johnny, coming to check on me for the millionth time. It’s going to be the same old, same old so I don’t know why he even bothers at this point. Johnny stopped next to me, him standing and me sitting on the ground, as he stared into the incubator containment thing that was across the room. Every once in a while, he will make a groaning or growling noise at me, but that was it.

“Dinner is ready. Price sent me to fetch ya.” Johnny told me.

“Just do it without me.” I mumbled, not moving my eye contact.

Johnny sighed in slight annoyance, but I ignored it.

“You gotta come eat with us, Dolly. He wouldn’t want you to do that to yourself.”

I tightly shut my eyes together, hearing what he used to sound like in my head, as if he was scolding me. But that voice would never come, for his husky, deep voice was replaced by deep gutter growls that don’t mean nothing but the fact that I am his next meal.

You need to eat, love. S’not good for you to not eat.

I could almost hear him saying it, but it was just my mind playing tricks on me.

“I just want to be alone, McTavish.” I strongly said.

Johnny sighed, but remained where he was at. I wanted to yell at him, but I didn’t have the strength nor energy to do it.

“We are still lookin’ and tryin’, you know that righ’?”

I nodded in response, knowing what he was going to say. He says it every time he catches me in here.

“I’ll save ya a plate.”

Johnny finally turned and exited the room. It’s not that I didn’t mind the company, it’s just that I am tired of hearing the same old shit.

“We are still lookin’ and tryin’, you know that righ’?”

“It’s hard to find a cure, kid.”

“We are doing our best.”

“He will be cured soon.”

Soon. Soon. I feel like they are just lying to me at this point. I know they are just trying to keep my spirits afloat, but how can you when the person you love the most is kept in solitude in order to prevent him from turning you? His eyes were a cloudy white instead of his normal bright, blue azure eyes. They’ve managed to keep his organs and body alive so when we do, or if we find a cure his body will be normal, as if he was never turned in the first place. It wasn’t the fact that he turned that scared me the most, it was the fact that as soon as Simon realized he was bitten, he tried to break his own jaw to prevent him from hurting us. In retrospect, he was doing it to protect us, but he only stopped when I was basically wrestling him to not do it, in case we found a cure. That was the last time his beautiful, piercing eyes looked into mine with so much emotion. Simon is stubborn and always wants to do things his way, but for once in his life, he listened to me. It wasn’t long after that he turned. I watched him turn and before he did, Simon made me promise that if he tried to hurt me, that I would stop him, by any means necessary. Ironically enough, and kind of funny, but Simon as a zombie is nothing compared to how slick and quick he is in real life. The rest of the task force was able to apprehend him before he could even come close to me and stick him in the incubator, where he has been staying in for the past month. I miss him so much. I never thought I would miss our miserable times out in the field or us sitting outside in the miserable freezing cold because it was the only time we could get some alone time together or even us sparring together. I just want Simon back. A deep grumble in my stomach brought me back to reality. Johnny is right. For once he is right. I stretched my arms and legs out, stood up on my feet, and began to walk out of the room.

“Rrrrrrr..”

A deep growl came from the incubator. I turned to find Simon leaning onto the glass, those clouded eyes piercing through my soul.

“I’ll be back, Simon, I promise.”

A deep hiss came from his throat, his arm reaching out as if he was trying to reach for me. I can’t watch this, it hurts me so much. I immediately walked out of the room, and shut the door behind me, hearing his growls grow louder. I don’t know if that is his way of trying to communicate with us or he is truly… I shook my thoughts away and made my way to the dining hall.

I almost envy the guys. They can just pretend that everything is normal and there’s nothing going on, meanwhile my partner, the love of my life, is stuck in his own hell prison. They always try to uplift my spirits and sometimes it works, but on days like today, I’d rather be left alone than try and pretend that everything is okay. As soon as I was done eating, I just went into my room to go to sleep. I didn’t have the heart to go back into the incubator room. Whether or not he was still conscious in his mind, it still hurt me to see him like that. I like to think he is, but that honestly makes me feel worse knowing he is trapped in his own mind and body, while we aren’t even close to finding a cure.

“Oh Si..” I grumbled, trying to contain my tears, “I’m so sorry.”

The tears escaped my eyes, running rapidly down my face, as the memories of him and I came flooding back, from when he was human, before this apocalypse happened. I came to the task force two years ago and it is kind of embarrassing to say but I was head over heels for Simon as soon as I saw him. The more missions we did together, the harder I fell for him. Maybe it was his attitude, or the mask, or his accent, but I was falling hard. It wasn’t until one night were the entire task force had been drinking more than they should and Simon ended up following me back to my room that night. It was as if we had been together for years prior to that, we just clicked so much. We started dating in secret and it wasn’t until right before the apocalypse happened, that we were busted by Price. Of course he wasn’t happy about it, but by the time everything went down, he didn’t care at that point. Simon was protecting me when he got bit and it was my own damn fault. I wasn’t paying attention and Simon took the bite for me. He shouldn’t have. I should be dead right now and he should be alive. Not me, no, not me. I deserve it after all because Simon is the reason why he is trapped in his own body. We are never going to find a cure. And it is all because of-

*KnockKnock*

“Hey Doll?”

Price.

“Come in..” I mumbled.

The door swung open, emitting the hallway light into my pitch black room.

“Oh, blimey. You’re gonna ruin your eyesight in ‘ere.” Price commented.

I just shrugged my shoulders in response.

“Just came to check in on ya. I managed to get a hold of a base that's a bit of a drive, but it could be our chance.”

“Are you for real this time?” I ask urgently.

“As real as shiet, Dolly.” Price confirmed, earning a chuckle out of me.

I sighed, with some relief in mind.

“We will get ‘im back. I promised yous that a long time ago and I damn well intend to keep that promise. You hear?”

“I hear ya, Captain.” I said.

“Alright, goodnight, Dolly.”

“Goodnight.” I softly said as Price shut my door, and walked off.

There is some good in this life. I will soon have my Simon back and we will be back in each other's arms, cuddling, fucking, drinking tea, watching shitty rom-com movies, and much more. He will be back. He will be..

…

..rrrrr

What? What the fuck was that?

.rrrrrrrr.

I wanted to move but for some reason that noise paralyzed me into being still. It sounded familiar and that is what scared me the most.

Rrrrrrrrrrr.

It was louder and closer this time. Please don’t tell me-

Rahhhhhhhhh

I jolted out of bed, grabbing the hidden knife I have in my mattress and cornered it into my room.

Rah..rah..

What the hell was this? Or who the hell was it? Keeping my eye on what it was, I slowly tip-toed backwards to my room light and flicked it on, my heart dropping.

“What?”

“How?”

I mumbled out loud, seeing Simon standing there, staring at me with those hideous clouded eyes.

“How did you get out?” I tearfully pleaded, knowing he can’t respond.

Simon just stared, slowly stepping towards me, groaning in the process. I kept my knife in front of me, just in case.

“Listen to me love. If I try to bite you, you end me no matter what? Do ‘ou understand?”

Simon’s words echoed in my head, remembering what he told me. I didn’t want to do this, no, please don’t make me do this.

“S-Stay away, please.” I croaked.

Simon kept sauntering towards me, slowly and surely, his growls and moans getting louder the closer he got to me. Everytime he stepped forward, I stepped back. I needed to obey his words, but I couldn't. I can’t do it.

“Simon. Please.”

“Dahhhhh….”

I could feel my whole body start to shake as I realized Simon pinned me into a corner. The closer he got, the more my heart raced. This is it. This was it. I am going to die. But I’d rather die than kill the love of my life.

“Si..”

I sunk down, dropped the knife, and held my face as he got up as close as he humanely could.

“D-Don’t..p-please.”

I sobbed, holding myself.

“Doll..”

What? Did he just.. No he didn’t, it’s all in my head. I am dead now, I just haven’t felt the pain yet of his teeth sinking into my-

“Dolllllyyyyy…”

That time I heard it. That was real. Getting some kind of courage, I stopped hiding my face and looked up at him. Simon was leaning down, looking at me, but his face was different. The same clouded eyes were there, but it was as if he was marveling at me.

“Simon?”

“Dooolllllyyyyyy…”

Dolly. He was calling me Dolly. My nickname he had given me when we first started seeing each other. I never knew Simon Riley would be expected to give someone a nickname but he did. His voice was deep and guttural, but I could hear his accent peeking out.

“Simon, are you there?” I asked, standing up on my feet.

“Rrrrrr….preeetttyyyy Dolllllyyyyy.”

“Oh Si..” I leaned in, holding his cheeks.

He still had most of his gear on, except he had his balenciaga mask on instead of his skull mask. I wanted to take it off so bad to really see his beautiful face, but it scared me to do so. Even though he was consciously still there, there was no telling what he would do out of his control. Tears ran rapid down my face, knowing that this confirmed my worst fear, that he was trapped within his own mind.

“Dolllyyyyyyy..cryyyinnngggggg…” Simon growled out.

I quickly wiped away my tears to not worry him.

“No, no I am fine, Simon, I promise.” I reassured him.

*BANG*

“GET HIM!!”

“RAAHHHHHHHHH”

“NO DON’T-”

In two seconds flat, Price and them busted in, angered Simon, and subdued him. The growls that came from Simon were so animalistic, as if he was no longer Simon.

“He could’ve bit you!!” Soap shouted at me.

“No, he recognized me! He called me Dolly!” I swore as Price, Gaz, and Soap were struggling to keep Simon contained.

“This’ll do.” Price mumbled as he took out a serum that would knock his ass out.

Simon saw it and cried out in animalistic rage, but the three of them managed to keep him on the ground.

“Wait, wait, please!!” I screamed.

The three men turned to me, waiting for what I was going to do next, but kept their arms and body weight on top of Simon. I got on my knees and approached Simon, who was thrashing around and growling at the three of them.

“Si.” I call him, his cloudy eyes immediately locking with me.

“We need to travel to get a cure, but we are almost there. I promise you.” I croaked, feeling the same tears and sadness returning.

“Rr..rrr. Dolllyyyyy.”

“Yes, I am Dolly. Your Dolly, Simon.” I comforted him, holding his cheek and running my thumb over the free skin that was on his face.

The tears fell down my face, as Simon relaxed into my touch.

“Pretttyyyyy..Dolllllyyyyyy.”

Before I could even react, Price injected the serum into Simon, who didn’t even react and only kept his focus on me.

“Dolll…yyyyy.”

Simon’s cloudy eyes then shut and remained still. I could feel the three men look at me.

“Fuck..” Gaz mumbled as he, Soap, and Price got off of the almost lifeless Simon.

I had cried out all of the tears that were left in me.

“Sweetie..” Price approached me.

I raised my head up and looked at him, in which he had a very genuine smile on his face.

“We gotta pack up now so we can head up ‘Orth and save your hubby.” Price told me.

I chuckled hearing him call Simon my hubby, despite us not being married.

“Yes, Captain.” I said, getting my composure together.

Price grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. I stared at the still Simon, who was breathing normally as if he was not what he was right now. But the thought of it being so close to him being back to normal, makes me so happy. We are nearly there, Simon, we are nearly there.

“Alright, let’s load up gang.”

END

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sweetheartmotives · 3 months

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saw the post of you asking people to request ideas to you, so I decided to try it. (first time requesting, advance apologies if it’s not that clear 😭)

is it possible for you to write a yandere prince x greedy noblewoman reader trope? You can make the setting as a ball, specifically for the prince to find a suitable partner. Think of it as like Cinderella, except reader joins the ball so that she can impress the prince and secure her spot as the future queen. Even after finding out that the prince took a little too much of a liking to her, she won’t panic or feel scared. Instead, she’ll be glad that the prince is obsessed with her. The prince on the other hand, wouldn’t mind if the reader was just using him to get what she wants. He’ll actually be more than happy to be used by her LMAO

Long story short, basically requesting Cinderella but the reader’s attitude is closer to the step-sisters (though smarter and more levelheaded) rather than Cinderella herself. The prince is just well… Yandere.

―✧˖° ♛ Yandere prince ♛ °˖✧―

Desc and possible Cw: Yandere themes, reader is kinda [very] mean, and yan!prince is basically a doormat for you.

Let me know if I missed any!

As a noblewoman, you feel that your job is to marry into money and lead a luxurious life. You were born to be a queen, nothing less. And today, on this very day, you are becoming what you have always deserved: a queen! You're dressed in a dazzling gown and sparkling heels after crying to some old woman who claimed to be your ‘fairy godmother’ or something. You don't know, and you don't care! You want to marry the damn prince, become his queen, and live a secure, luxurious lifestyle! After you shed a few more fake tears, your ‘fairy godmother’ turned a pumpkin into a carriage, and those 3 rats you have running around your room into horses while repeating ‘Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo’ over and over again, it was really alarming! Does she have dementia or something? Poor her. Oh well, it isn't your problem! Now that you have your carriage, you can go secure your spot as the queen! Have fun granny, hope you get back to bed soon!

As the carriage rolled up to the front of the palace, the horses' hoofbeats were deafeningly loud in the silence of the night. You felt your heart racing—this was it. You take a deep breath and emerge from the carriage, stepping out of it, your heels clanking against the ground underneath. You smoothed down your dress, making yourself look presentable. You walked into the palace, practically running to the ballroom! As soon as you get there, you make yourself look like a goddess on earth while walking in. And just as you expected, the prince ate it UP! You can't help but smirk as he makes his way through the crowd of women to see you.

The prince stops in front of you, his eyes meeting yours. "M’lady," he said, bowing deeply and smirking slightly.

"Your Highness," you reply, smiling in return.

"May I have the honor of this dance?" he asks, extending his hand.

You nod and take his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. You follow him onto the dance floor. The music was already playing—a slow tempo that matched the mood perfectly. You moved together as one, your bodies flowing smoothly in time with the beat.

As they danced, the noblewoman [you] couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. Was this it? Was it really that easy? How predictable, this really was perfe-

…

Why is his grip so tight? Why is he holding you so.. possessively?

…

Oh well, this just sets in stone how well your chances are at becoming the queen. The life of luxury, here you come!

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Welcome to the end credits! This is where I will give information on my new or previous yans!

Info about me personally, I'm very tired. I'm so sorry this was so short! I'll make a part two/remake for you and everyone to enjoy since this is basically a sample of what this could be. I hope you enjoy this part though, the remake will be even longer and even better! <3

I'm your first request? Like ever? Are you kidding me?? I am blushing and giggling. Thank you for trusting me enough for this, I hope I did somewhat well! I hope you enjoyed reading as I enjoyed writing! ^^

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the-marshals-wife · 7 days

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Strangers Like Me (Orm Marius x Reader)

A/N: I love Orm so, so much, and I've wanted to write for him since my major obsession with the first movie back in 2019. The sequel was everything I could have wanted for his character, and now that he's had the perfect open ending to his cinematic story, I finally let the inspiration run wild. This is the longest fic I've ever posted, and I'm proud to say he was the muse that inspired it.

Description: Orm Marius/Ocean Master x Fem!Reader (human), friends to lovers | Warnings: suggestive themes, steaminess at the end, cataclysmic levels of fluff throughout | Setting: after The Lost Kingdom | Word count: 5.8k

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Imagine Orm opening up to you about who he truly is, and wanting to be part of your world

If someone had asked you a few months ago where you liked to be most, you wouldn't have said the boardwalk. Now, it'd become your favorite place in the world. Not for the noisy crowds, overpriced deep-fried foods, or vendors overflowing with cheap beachwear and souvenirs for the tourists. Those things you could have done without. That is, until you met Orm. Ever since that fateful day, everything around you had transformed into something new and exciting. Today was no different.

"I can't believe you've never had a corn dog before," you say.

Orm walks alongside you, well into his second serving. "And I can't believe something this abysmal in appearance can taste so good," he replies before taking another bite.

"Seriously, what have you been eating all this time?" you ask, wiping the mustard from the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

He swallows before answering, "Fish, mostly."

He was completely serious, as usual.

"You really love seafood, don't you?"

"Where I'm from, it's just called food," he counters.

Once again, you found yourself wanting to ask where exactly that place was. The last time you inquired yielded little insight. He gave a vague reply to the tune of "somewhere far away" and quickly changed the subject. For a while, you'd assumed he was originally European or something like that. Yet the more time went on, the more difficult it became to believe in that explanation. There must be a reason he did not want to talk about it, and you knew when he was ready, he would probably tell you. Still, you couldn't help but wonder where he had come from, and why he had not showed up sooner.

"So, what did you think of your first corn dog?" you ask instead.

"It was excellent. And I imagine it will not be my last," he says, tossing the stick into a trashcan as you walk by, "I still don't understand the name though, if it's not made of dog."

"Me either, honestly," you laugh as you toss your trash as well, "I'll have to look it up sometime."

"Speaking of, I listened to the singer you told me about."

"You did? What did you think?!" you exclaim, almost bumping into a passerby in your excitement.

"She is quite good, vocally. But I do think Ms. Parton would have more success exposing her rival publicly," he suggests.

"I know you're not talking about Jolene right now," you burst out laughing, covering your mouth.

"Indeed. This Jolene is a siren. She lures men with her wiles, and then goes unpunished because of her beauty," he explains wholeheartedly, holding his arms behind his back.

"Well that's the point of the song. Dolly is calling her out," you remind, "Plus what about her man? Shouldn't he get some of the blame? Falling for Jolene when he's already in a relationship? I mean come on, he's talking about her in his sleep. That's pretty low."

"Indeed, he misses the treasure that is right in front of him because he too has no honor," he expounds, his expression turning thoughtful, "You're right. Ultimately, they're deserving of each other."

"See! I told you," you chuckle victoriously.

Orm shakes his head, "I could not be tempted by such a woman."

"Oh, I don't know. You heard Dolly. Her beauty is 'beyond compare'."

"That is merely a facade," he dismisses, waving his hand, "Besides, I have seen far more beautiful than her."

You're about to inquire about his remark, but then you realize he's looking over at you. You can only hold his attentive gaze a moment before averting your eyes toward your feet, heart fluttering.

The previous moment still hanging heavy in the air, you walk together quietly for a minute before Orm stops in front of a beachwear vendor.

"Now that is amusing," he declares.

You backup a couple of steps to stand alongside him, "What is?"

He points to a pink tee shirt, the image of a mermaid riding on the back of a smiling dolphin printed on the front. "Dolphins are actually quite aggressive. They do not enjoy having riders on their backs. Sharks are much better mounts."

You stare at him, brow furrowed. "And how do you know that exactly?"

"I, uh, saw it on a television program," he stutters, "about taming sea life."

That was a lie if you'd ever heard one, and a strange one no less.

"Uh-huh," you reply unconvinced, walking away.

In silence, you resume your short walk to the end of the dock, Orm trailing close behind you. Once you reach the end, you lean over and rest your arms on the weathered wood railing, and he stands beside you. A few moments pass as you watch the waves crash upon the shore below and breathe in the salt air. It's not long before you feel his gaze on you once again.

He finally speaks, hesitation thick in his voice, "Something...on your mind?"

You smirk to yourself before looking over at him, "I'm just trying to figure you out."

"What do you mean?" he asks, concern visible in his bright eyes.

"I've never met anyone like you before. So much of what you say is a mystery," you remark.

"That is a fair point," he concedes, "I don't wish to vex you. There's just...so much that I don't know how to say."

You stand up straighter, smiling at him softly.

"I didn't mean it as a bad thing. Everyone has parts of themselves that they hide. Parts they don't want anyone else to see. There's nothing wrong with that," you reply, turning towards the ocean, "You don't like talking about your past, and I respect that. I just don't want you to think you have to hide. It's awful feeling like you don't belong, just for being yourself. I wouldn't want that for you."

"That is kind of you to say. Truly." He mirrors your posture on the railing, moving closer to you as a result. "You don't make me want to hide, Y/N. Quite the opposite, actually. I've learned so many things from you these past few weeks, and I have greatly enjoyed your company."

You look back to him, your heart skipping, "So have I."

His gaze softens. "I've also never met anyone like you before. You find joy and purpose in even the smallest of things. It inspires me how gracefully you view the world. And I've known no one whom I've wanted to share it with more."

Everything else around you melted away as you find yourself becoming just as lost in his eyes as you've been in his words.

Before either of you can move an inch closer, the chime of your cellphone cuts through the thick air between you.

Cursing inwardly, you shoot upright, embarrassed, and retrieve it from your pocket. It's an all-caps text from your sister with many exclamation marks, quickly followed by another. The sister you just now realized you forgot needed picked up.

"Oh no. I have to go," you say, frenzied, "My sister's waiting for me. I have to drive her home from her class, I completely forgot!"

"I understand," he nods, touching your arm assuringly, "Do you want me to accompany you back to the lot?"

"I really appreciate it, but I literally have to run. I'm so sorry, Orm," you say, turning to leave.

You make it only a few steps before you hear him call out.

"Y/N!"

Despite the urgency of your escape, you can't help but turn on your heel expectantly.

"Would you meet me tomorrow? Down on the beach, beneath the pier around sunset?"

A grin spreads across your face. "I'll be there!"

♆

It took everything in you not to grin like an idiot the entire drive to pick up your less-than-amused sister. You weren't ready for the brutal interrogation that would surely come if she saw the look you knew was on your face. After apologizing to her profusely and letting her chew you out, as was her sisterly right, her suspicions were already raised.

"You've never looked this happy for me to yell at you," she said, glaring at you.

"I'm just really enjoying my book! I started the sequel I told you about," you defended, flashing a smile even you knew was pretty fake.

"Enough to forget all about me," she rolled her eyes and punched your arm, "You're not telling me something, I know it."

"I'm dying to know if she's really the lost heir to the throne, I heard the reveal is like halfway through," you add, ignoring her last words.

"Mhm," she grumbled, "Fine don't tell me. I'll figure it out, just wait. You can't hide from me."

"The only thing I need to hide from you is my chocolate bars," you argue in a desperate attempt to throw her off the subject.

"I'll find those too," she snickered confidently.

You laughed it off and went back to biting down hard on your lip. It was the only thing you could do not to spill everything to her as she continued to give you the side-eye. Your body was at the steering wheel, but your mind, and your heart, were back on that boardwalk. The final glare she gave you in her driveway was unmissable, but for now, you'd evaded being found out as you made a getaway back to your own apartment.

That night you'd hardly slept, the moment at the end of the dock replaying in your mind over and over well into the morning. Work only made it worse, the monotony making the perfect backdrop to picture what the coming evening would bring. When your shift ended, you couldn't get out of there fast enough to go home and change.

Now, with sunset fast approaching, you were circling the parking lot trying to find a space, and close to bribing someone to move, when a spot finally opened up.

"Someone loves me," you exhale, hurriedly locking your car as you throw your bag over your shoulder.

The words linger in your thoughts. You can't help but blush at the notion, given your current destination, and who was waiting there.

In some ways it seemed like a lifetime since you met Orm, and in others it felt like only yesterday. The memory of that fateful day comes to the front of your thoughts as you start the long trek to the path that cuts through the dunes.

Unlike your fib from last night, you'd actually been desperate to finish the book your coworker had been pestering you about all summer. With only four chapters left, you'd escaped to the boardwalk one sunny Tuesday afternoon, hoping to find a bench, a fresh lemonade, and far less crowds than the weekend so that you could finally finish in peace.

Just as you'd sucked up the last drop of your drink and reached the last handful of pages, you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. On a bench across the way from you, you saw a man trying to untangle the most knotted pair of earbuds you'd ever seen in your life. You watched him from behind the top of your book, and suppressed a giggle as he became more animated in frustration. He ran a hand through his blond hair and seemed near to giving up on the whole endeavor. Unable to watch him struggle any longer, you tucked your book beneath your arm, tossed your empty cup in the trash, and started to walk over.

"He did this on purpose," he muttered as you approached.

"I can take a crack at them, if you'd like."

In his fierce concentration, he hadn't noticed you approach. He jumped a bit at your greeting, and squinted up at you, confused.

"Hi. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. Would you like some help with those?" you smiled hesitantly, "I just, I couldn't help but notice you were having a hard time with them."

"Well, you are welcome to try," he invited with a sigh, extending them to you, "Although I have seen seaweed less entangled than this."

You took them and sat down beside him, analyzing the knots.

"Earbuds are pretty notorious for getting tangled," you began, pausing to focus a moment, "These, however, look like a sailor used them to practice tying his knots."

"Courtesy of my brother," he said with no small amount of exasperation, "He delights in making things difficult for me."

"As brothers are wont to do."

"Indeed," he conceded.

Untying your own numerous pairs of earbuds over the years had more than prepared you for this moment. You'd made quick work of separating the right and left buds, down to the last few kinks in each.

"You're quite skilled at this," he observed.

"I should probably put it on my resume, huh?" you chuckled as you conquered the final knot.

"I think you might consider it," he laughed as well.

At last, all the tangles were gone.

"There you go," you declared, handing them back, "Good as new."

"Impressive," he remarked, marveling at your handiwork before looking back at you, "Thank you for your assistance."

"You're welcome," you smiled and pointed to the iPod in his lap, "What do you like to listen to, if you don't mind me asking?"

He hesitated, picking it up, "I'm...not actually sure how this device works. Are you familiar with the technology?"

"An iPod?" you laugh, "Yeah, I had one in high school. It's been a while and it wasn't this exact model, but they're all pretty much the same. MP3 players, that is. I had so many songs on mine, I couldn't add any more. Never went anywhere without it. I had to tape it together in senior year because I used it so much."

"Perhaps you could show me how to properly operate it?" he posed, turning towards you more, "My brother sent it to me. He said it contains music inside that I must hear, but I'm at a loss on knowing how to make it play."

You gazed at him bewildered a moment, caught off guard. Never had you met anyone who didn't know how to work an iPod before. But then again, you reminded yourself, not everyone had a chance to own one.

"Sure," you grinned, "I can show you. There's not too much to it, really, once you know the basics."

"Thank you," he replied sincerely, "It's not often that I've met a lady with such kindness, and lightness of fingers."

Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks at his gracious works, and suddenly it was difficult to hold the gaze of his rich blue eyes.

"It's no problem at all," you replied, offering your hand, "I'm Y/N, by the way. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Orm Marius, and the pleasure is mine."

Before you could blink, he'd taken your hand, and instead of shaking it, he kissed your knuckles. If he had lingered, perhaps it would have alarmed you. But he did it so quickly, it was like it was second-nature to him. Practiced or not, your head spun nonetheless, and launching into an urgent, flustered spiel about how to power on the iPod was all you could do to keep yourself held together.

You spent the next half an hour showing him everything from the buttons to the way to change the background image on the menus. Before long, you were talking about all of your favorite songs and artists, simultaneously making lists for each that he would have to listen to. Orm listened eagerly to your recommendations, and soon the conversation turned to any and every subject, from foods to places to dreams. You still remember the feeling of the rest of the world fading away as you talked to him, afternoon turning to evening. And the thrill you felt when he asked if he could see you again.

In the almost four months since, every meeting followed much in the same manner as that first day, with introducing Orm to the many things he'd never experienced before, and hours of conversation on the pier or walking along the beach. You'd stolen away to this area as many times as possible to see him, well over a dozen now. Of course your sister was more suspicious than ever after yesterday, but you still weren't ready to reveal where you'd been spending so many evenings, and who you'd spent them with. There was something exhilarating about you and Orm meeting secretly, and you wanted that feeling to last as long as possible.

He had such wonder about the world, like someone who'd not been in it very long. It was one of his oddest qualities, but his curiosity was endearing to you. Despite knowing so little about his past, you'd come to trust him like few others in your life. Whoever he'd been before, and wherever he was from, it seemed he had no intention on going back. If you were honest with yourself, you didn't want him to. There were so many places you wanted to take him further inland, yet he was still hesitant to go far from from the ocean. You'd never gone beyond a couple of blocks from the boardwalk together, but tonight, with the energy of yesterday's encounter fresh in your mind, you'd planned to breech the topic with him.

Now, the sun is sinking lower in the pale orange sky and your pulse quickens with the threat of being late. With all your reminiscing and daydreaming, you'd lost track of the time. You nearly run across the wooden walkway over the dunes and down the broad stairs. As soon as your feet hit the sand, you remove your sandals. Grasping them in one hand and the strap of your bookbag in the other, you take off into the best sprint you can manage. The pier is still a good distance up the beach, and you want to curse out whoever built the access so far away. You run at an angle towards the water, the wetter ground giving you better traction than the loose sand.

Just within the shadow of the great structure, you finally see Orm up ahead, his back turned. Out of breath, you slow your pace and try to catch some of it back before you reach him. Once he's within ear shot you call out to him.

"I'm sorry I left in such a hurry yesterday," you pant.

He spins on his heel. Relief is written all over his face.

"You came. I was afraid you might not," he sighs, walking up to meet you.

"Of course," you exhale, dropping your shoes and brushing away the hair clinging to your forehead, "Why wouldn't I?"

His expression indicates he had not thought of an answer to that question.

"I don't know," he hesitates, "I didn't mean anything by that. I mean, I wouldn't have blamed you if you hadn't. I did ask you at the last minute."

You can't help but chuckle as he stumbles regretfully all over his words.

"I brought you something," you declare to change the subject, much to his gratitude.

"A gift? For me?"

You can tell by his tone that he is actually baffled. Reaching into your satchel, you retrieve the item. In your outstretched palm, you hold a small snow globe, a miniature skyline of New York City contained inside.

His confused expression leads you to elaborate. "It's called a snow globe," you say, turning it upside down so that the little flakes inside swirl around, "You told me once that you never get to see snow where you're from. Now you can see it whenever you want."

He tentatively takes it, entranced by the miniature flurry.

"That's where I'm from. Well, I grew up there. We moved here when I was sixteen," you add, chuckling, "It's a little bit nicer in person."

Orm looks up at you, visibly touched by the gesture, "It's wonderful. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you smile, "I, hope that I can show you the real thing some day."

"I would like that," he replies with the smallest hint of sadness, pausing to behold it again, "I will treasure this always."

You'd never met anyone who talked like he did. Everything word he spoke was with full conviction. Others might sound pompous or conceited speaking the way he does, but when he said something, you believed he truly meant it.

"I'm glad you like it," you say, tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I do, very much," he says, frowning a bit, "I'm only sorry that I have nothing to give you in return."

"That's alright," you dismiss.

"Will you keep it safe for me while we are by the water? I regret that I have no pockets large enough to carry it."

"Absolutely," you say, putting it securely back inside your bag, "I know that feeling all too well."

When you finish with the zipper and lift your head up, you see Orm offering his arm to you. Surprised, and twice as excited, you take it.

As you cross beneath the pier and set off down the beach together, you suppress the urge to glance up at him. You agonize over what to say next, hoping he would speak first. When he did, it only made your heart beat faster.

"Actually, when I said I had nothing to give you, that was not entirely true," he said, clearing his throat before going on, "As much as I enjoy your educating me in foods and traditions I've never tried, I was hoping this evening we might enjoy a treat of a different kind."

Just up ahead, something on the shore comes into view. Your mind races in anticipation, and moments later, you come upon a blue blanket spread out neatly across the sand. A single white rose lies in the middle.

"Oh Orm," you breathe.

"It's not much, but I thought you would like to watch the sunset with at least some level of comfort," he says, a veil of nervousness in his voice.

"It's perfect," you exclaim.

He releases your arm and picks up the rose, presenting it to you.

"For you."

You feel nearly breathless once more as you take the flower and inhale its sweet fragrance.

"It's beautiful," you sigh, "Thank you."

He smiles timidly at your approval. "Shall we?"

"This is amazing," you say, removing your bag and carefully sitting down on the soft blanket.

He follows suit, and you gently place the rose in your lap as he comes to rest close beside you. The glow of the setting sun warms your skin, but it's nothing compared to the warmth in your chest.

You'd never seen him act like this before. He was normally so calm and collected, but now he was almost pure nerves. You work up the courage to glance over at him. He's staring hard ahead, clenching his jaw and rolling a seashell between his fingers. It's slowly becoming clear that you're not the only one who wanted to say something this evening. Normally, you found the rolling of the waves to be one of most soothing sounds in the world. But at this moment, they were far too loud.

You decide you have to break the excruciating silence.

"I've only watched a true beach sunset alone before."

Your voice brings him out from his trance. "I've also been by myself. I'm glad I have someone to share the splendor with."

"Me too."

He smiles weakly, and fixes his stare back on the horizon.

To your disappointment, the silence returns. Before long, everything is bathed in golden light. The sky transforms into rich oranges and reds before your eyes. The beach is surprisingly deserted apart from the seagulls and sand pipers, making it seem all the more that this moment was tailor-made just for the two of you.

Just when you're about to speak again, Orm at last turns towards you.

"I wish I could show you my world, Y/N. It is a realm of beauty, and strength, and light. You belong in such a place."

You feel your cheeks flush as he continues.

"Where I'm from, you can't see the stars at night. But there is a place with magnificent, glowing lights. A cave, filled with luminescence of every color you can imagine. You would absolutely love it."

"That sounds magical." You hang on his every word as you try to picture it.

"My mother used to take me there when I was a boy. I remember my whole hand disappearing inside hers." He smiled at the memory, but it faded as he spoke once more, "We used to go there seeking solace from my father."

Frowning, he throws the seashell towards the water. The sun begins to dissolve into the ocean, but neither of you take notice.

"Did you not get along?" you ask, hoping it was not too personal to do so.

His gaze falls downward again. "That's one way of putting it. Growing up in his shadow was- challenging. He was severe about many things, and against all of the rest. He expected me to become just like him. Demanded it, more like. Yet he was never up to the task of teaching me how. I wanted nothing more than to please him, but as I look back on it now, I'm not sure that I ever did. I was never worthy enough to be his son."

His words make your chest ache. You reach to gently touch his hand on the blanket.

"You are not an unworthy son," you assert, your feelings coming to the surface, "He was an unworthy father. I don't need to have met him to know that. Because I know you, and you are a good man. The most thoughtful, polite, decent man I've ever met."

He stares at you, emotion all over his face. A wistful look shines in his eyes.

"If only I had known you then," he reflects, "Perhaps I would not have gotten so lost in the tides of his storm."

"I wish I had known you too," you agree, more shyly than you'd expected, "But wouldn't have needed me. You already survived it, all on your own. You're stronger than he ever was."

His expression steels.

"Y/N, there is something I must tell you," he says, his tone turning grave, "It will not be easy for you to hear it, but I can't go on without you knowing what I am. I cannot hide it any longer. You deserve to know the truth."

Your heart starts to race quicker than your thoughts at his startling declaration. "What do you mean?"

Without warning, he casts off his jacket and stands up.

"Orm, what are you talking about?"

"Perhaps, it would be better if I showed you," he says, reaching out his hand to you, "I want you to understand. No more secrets."

For just a moment, you look up into his pleading eyes. Then, as if it had even been a choice, you carefully set the rose aside and take his hand. He helps you to your feet and leads you down past the water's edge. The cool water on your feet sends a shiver up your spine. The foam is lapping at your ankles when he stops just in front of you.

"You see that marker?" he points ahead.

The breeze whips your hair into your sight as you fight to push it away. You have to squint to see the outline of the buoy, the red light on top twinkling faintly in the twilight.

"Yes," you hesitate.

"Keep your eye on it," he directs calmly.

With that one instruction, he retreats further into the water, stopping until it is well above his waist. You cross your arms against the chill of sea spray and wait worriedly. He looks up and down the beach, as if to make sure no one is watching. You are still alone. Before you can call out to him, he dives headlong into the waves.

What follows you can only describe as a thunder beneath the water. It looks as if a missile has been launched from where Orm stood, careening toward the marker. Mere seconds later, a blast like a whale spout shoots above the horizon, and the buoy rocks violently as it is landed upon by the figure that flew up out of the sea.

A gasp escapes from your agape mouth as you witness the silhouette wave at you, and proceed to dive back into the blue.

Three pounding heartbeats later, Orm immerges from the surf and walks toward you, slicking back his dripping hair. His tee shirt clings to his muscular form, and his soaked jeans don't seem to encumber him at all. You're frozen in the sand, staring at him with only one word on your parted lips.

"How..."

"There's no simple way to say it, but you must know. I am from the Kingdom of Atlantis," he confesses, struggling to hold your stare, "I am Prince Orm Marius, son of Queen Atlanna. Although I was once ruler, I made many mistakes during my time on the throne for which I was banished. My penance is served by my exile here on the surface. I deserve my fate, and I gladly uphold it, but it is not something I wanted to keep from you any longer. I'm sorry that I was not honest with you sooner, but I didn't think that I could trust any surface-dweller with my secret. I was...proven wrong."

"You're a real Atlantean?" you manage to get out.

"I am," he nods, apprehension still in his voice, "I was raised to hate the surface and its inhabitants, but much has changed. You, Y/N, have had no small part in that."

Despite your reeling head, it's slowly becoming clear what Orm is saying by this grand unveiling of his true identity. As you struggle to process it, however, your silence compels him to go on.

"If all of this is too much, I understand. It is my burden to bear, and you did not ask to be part of it."

"I-It's not that," you stammer as the shock starts to wear off. You step closer to him. "Not at all. It's just a lot to take in. I need a minute, that's all. I promise."

Hope lights up his eyes.

"Absolutely," he agrees eagerly, "I apologize, I know this reveal was sudden. Please ask any questions that you have. I will withhold nothing from you."

As you finally begin look at him instead of through him, only one question lodged in your throat.

"Why?" you ask through threatening tears, "Why did you tell me all this?"

You knew why, because it was the same reason you wanted to tell him all of your own secrets. The same reason you came back to this beach over and over. The same reason your heart skipped every time you saw his handsome face, and heard him speak your name. You just wanted to hear him say it. For any of this to work, you needed to hear it.

His anxious gaze softens as he weighs his answer.

"I meant every word of what I told you yesterday. When I'm with you, I see a future that I never thought I would deserve. You make me feel like I can be more than I've ever been. And for the first time in my life, I have felt true happiness," he says, finding the words along with his conviction, "I never thought I would belong anywhere but Atlantis, but now, I want to know more about this world and its many gifts. And most of all, I want you to be by my side to show it to me."

"I want that too," you respond, tears threatening.

He gently takes your hand in his. "Even after all that I've done, part of me hoped that I might find some kind of redemption here on the surface. I wasn't sure how, and then I met you," he says tearfully, searching your eyes, "Y/N, you gave me that hope. Your goodness, your charity, your beauty. This realm has much to offer, more than I ever dreamed, but you are what I love most about the surface. From that very first day we spoke, I knew that you were what I was meant to find here."

Your vision blurs as he reaches to gently stroke your cheek.

"All of that to say...I've fallen in love with you, Y/N."

A sob escapes your throat as you look into his eyes and see it.

"I fell for you too. From the first day," you nod, finding your own confidence, "Being Atlantean doesn't change that. I don't care about who you've been or what you've done. I want to be with you. I love you too, Orm."

His composure crumbles along with yours as you embrace. The distance between you vanishes as your lips meet in a desperate kiss. You rest your hands on his chest and melt into his touch. He sighs and deepens the kiss, pulling you close against him. You feel the coolness of this still-dripping clothes soak through to your skin as you become lost in the taste of salt and longing. When you're forced to come up for air, you're both beaming.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he smiles, caressing your face.

"Me too," you giggle, lacing your arms around his neck, "What did you think of your first surface-dweller kiss?"

"Not too bad. I think I'll have to try it again before I decide if I really like it," he smirks.

"Well, if you get me out of this frigid water, I'll see what I can do about that," you tease back.

"Now that I can do," he announces.

You shriek in surprise as he swiftly lifts you from the water and into his arms as if you weighed nothing at all. He chuckles in amusement and carries you bridal style back toward the shore.

"Orm!" you protest, in an obviously half-hearted fashion.

"I have to admit, concealing my Atlantean strength has been considerably more difficult than I anticipated," he reveals, wincing a bit, "I intended to bring a bottle of wine tonight as well, but- the glass here is far weaker than what I'm accustomed to."

You laugh. "Well, it's the thought that counts."

"I'm glad you think so. Because I thought since I'm responsible for us missing the best part of the sunset, that perhaps we could lie under the stars instead?" he suggests, setting you down gently on your feet upon the blanket.

"I would love to," you say, looking up at him, "But aren't you freezing in those clothes?"

"I'm used to it," he shrugs, "I don't think I feel the cold the same as you."

"In that case," you say, pulling him closer into tender kiss, "What do you think about that?"

He grins.

"It was perfect, and I'm certain it will not be my last."

You no longer feel the chill as you cling to him, and he rests his forehead to yours. It didn't matter where the tides of life would take you next. As long as Orm was there to hold you in the waves, you would always be in your favorite place.

#orm marius x reader #orm x reader #ocean master x reader #orm imagine #aquaman and the lost kingdom #patrick wilson #aquaman imagine #orm fanfic #aquaman fanfic #my writing #strangers like me from tarzan is 100% orm-coded and i couldn't resist using it for the title

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the-night-that-feeds-if · 11 months

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You feel a chill down your spine, the hairs at the back of your neck prickle. You don't dare look behind you... The shadow smiles.

The Night That Feeds is a dark fantasy, interactive story. It will have heavy themes of familial abuse, sexually suggestive themes (perhaps more explicit stuff too, eventually), and other dark themes. A comprehensive content warning will be made available as the story develops.

"This is a story of love, loss, and of trying to find a home".

*** Please keep your mental health in mind when playing games with dark themes. This game won't be as dark as some others, but I want everyone to be safe and healthy when consuming dark content.

Demo currently sitting at 21k words.

✧ Features/Will feature ✧

A customizable protagonist, name, gender, appearance.

Multiple romance options (barely implemented at this time).

Demons! Not in the way you may think.

An interesting fantasy land that you get to explore.

!!BARELY IMPLEMENTED--MOST CHARACTERS NOT MET!!

・❥・ Romance Options ・❥・

✧.*

Captain E. Ward: Fame, fortune, infamy... All these and more follow Captain Ward. Their job is a demanding one, an important one, a dangerous one. They seem to be a commanding, playful person, but how deep do their scars run?

Age: 30

["Isn't it beautiful?" They say as they stare out into the void. Nebulous clouds drift behind, trailing the ship. "So Void-damned beautiful, and so fucked up." They look you in the eyes, and lick the edge of their bottom lip. "You sure you want this, with me?"]

They are a lonely person, they crave, and despise attention. They're afraid of intimacy, of love. What kind of life is a life in the Void? Who would willingly share that with them?

TW: Attempted murder (on them), clinginess.

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Maddock: A surly mercenary, he watches out for you, all due to a 'favor' of a nature you can't discern. The way he looks at you is reminiscent of a deep longing.

Age: Late 30's, early 40's

["I never thought that I'd be one ta' have somethin' like this at my age. I let my dreams go in my youth." He pats the cushion next to him. "You don' expect things ta' turn out, I've been a merc for so long, felt like all I knew how ta' do."]

He's a gruff man, doesn't got a heart of gold, but if you end up falling for each other, there isn't anything that would come between you.

TW: Possessive, sexual.

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The Hunger: It's been watching you for a long time...

Age: ???

["Oh, if it isn't my little bird, what is it? Is your wing broken? You don't seem eager to fly away this time..." It slinks closer, grinning wide. ]

An entity, not... malevolent, at least not to you. However, it holds a sick fascination for you.

TW: Yandereish. Stalker. Obsession.

✧.*

Fellis: A woman who seems to be around your age, she's an eager adventurer, she took a liking to you immediately, and seems keen to stoke the flames hotter.

Age: 22, 23

["Oh, lovey. There you are." She takes your hand in hers, placing a gentle kiss along your knuckle. "I've brought something for you."]

She thinks you're the most beautiful person she's seen. She may even take up poetry to describe her budding love for you.

NO TW. MEGA FLUFF ALERT.

✧.*

Xep: A strange person, wearing bright crimson robes, with gorgeous star decaling in gold. They wear copious amounts of jewelry, and enjoy the finer things. They were immediately drawn to you, they were forced to this back water of a town, they never expected anyone like you to cross their path.

Age: 27

["I want to hold you, please stay?" Their mouth creeps upwards, the wine has given them a positively radiant complexion, the heat blatant on their cheeks.]

They're a sad soul, after experiencing a heart break that left them devastated, they never expected to find love again.

SLIGHT TW: Mentions of suicide, heart break, mentions of being cheated on.

Credit to: nyehilism for the sugarcube template, you've made things easier on me as an aspiring IF writer, thank you.

#interactive fiction #dark fantasy #romance #my ocs #original world #interactive novel #tntf #the night that feeds

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kess-in-the-perthchimzone · 8 months

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A DEEP dive on the extra Dangerous Romance media

I just did a rewatch of all the extra Dangerous Romance media (which currently stands at five videos -- end credits, music videos, and trailers). In the process, I realized we've now seen a kind of shocking amount of the footage (I'd guess 80%? Something like that). Which makes me take special stock of everything else, as it could very believably be happening in the next couple of episodes.

So, pulling together some observations, questions, and other unhinged thoughts organized by broad themes about what we know is left:

Open House

Starting with this since we know it's next week. This episode seems like it's going to be full of shenanigans. Leaving aside everything we saw in the trailer (Pimfah teasing them, Sailom agonizing over what to wear, CPR, drawing each other, Sailom stuffing lettuce in Kang's face, another prolonged BL pause) we also get --

Attaching locks together! Kang's hand up top! Look at Sailom's smile!

Sports Day

Another day we know is coming up. This one looks sooo cute, as do they in those fresh polos.

We see both Kang making some kind of delivery to Guy/Auto/Sailom and then Kang passing some kind of note to Sailom with a very 'only two people in a crowded room' vibe.

Football Games

There seem to be two significant football games (it physically pains me not to write soccer) based on uniforms (maybe one is part of Sports Day and Kang gets roped in to play? Uncertain).

During one (lighter uniforms) -- Kang makes a penalty kick. Almost all the friends are in the stands together!

The second, darker uniform game, Kang also does something hot to dodge a defender to score, and the friends are together again. Interesting note that a much larger crowd seems to be at this game.

And Kang DTRs! The way he words this makes it sound at least to me that they have talked about potentially being boyfriends before this (see more commentary on this below). It also seems very likely that the answer is yes:

Market Adventure

I am so excited for this one!! I was going to say I can't begin to speculate what's happening here, but that's a lie because my guess is it's shopping for Sports Day. We get the bus fall and utterly whipped (feverish?) Kang stare! A cute casual lunch date! The return of casual clothes Kang! Kang fainting and Sailom protectively cradling him in his arms! Kang completely out of his element seeing what the real world is like!

The Return of Escorting

Much has already been said about this. Reiterating that I am firmly in the camp that this may spell the (temporary) end of this honeymoon period we're about to be living in and also that I am scared to see the return of angry, bully Kang, which will have been a long time coming by that point. However, I have one genuinely new observation to add that I don't think I've seen anywhere else!

Sailom's shirt is SIGNIFICANTLY more open when Kang pushes him onto the bed. I want to know how that happened. Did the buttons get ripped off? WHO ripped or undid them? I would pay real money for it to have been creepy old man and that to partially be what Kang is reacting to.

They Cute

I have no real observations here except kisses!! I like that it's Sailom who does the kissing in the upper right. Also for a rich boi Kang loves that black ripped tank which I appreciate because I love him wearing it.

(I had to delete a photo where he was also wearing it and they were basically holding hands over Kang's laptop while Kang pretended to wipe something on Sailom's face. Both cute and disgusting. Disgustingly cute.).

Romantic Rides

I really love the idea of them taking romantic rides together as dates. Not pictured but should also count is the red sweater Kang "would you still like me if I didn't have money" ride to the windmills.

Also as several people have pointed out, the late night kissing ride seems to be the same night as the happy money throwing scene.

And then they were roommates

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS IN THIS CATEGORY

What are they talking about?? Why are they in bed together? Is this before or after they start dating? How can Sailom look so convincingly nonplussed with Kang making those eyes at him??

Is this another breakup era pining type thing? Or are they standing on opposite sides of the same door but separated by other circumstances??

And WHAT is happening here?? I have so many guesses but I would be embarrassed to even put them in writing. I don't think Sailom would be the one to go blushing maiden between them, would he?? So is something else supposed to be happening? Is Kang trying to coax him into the shower together and Sailom protesting because Grandma is home? Seriously, please share your guesses.

Other Misc

Finally a small selection of random things.

First, I am curious about this handholding but also this dialogue:

This is Sailom speaking here. Whereas in a different voiceover Kang asks "What's our deal?" and then later if Sailom will be his boyfriend. So including the soccer hug scene that seems like four different times one of them tries to figure out what's up between them. They eventually stop being so dumb!

I am really excited for this particular scene because I think it's sweet that when(?) Sailom is living with Kang they still wind up studying at Sailom's house.

Last but not least, I have ZERO guesses here. Is this a bar?? This sure doesn't seem like English practice. Why does Sailom seem so unhappy?

((Also not included, some of the big obvious moments that have been wildly speculated about like Sailom getting shot at, Kang rescuing him on his bike, Sailom's brother's arrest, and the shower crying scene, all of which are going to be glorious.))

Please share your thoughts and guesses about any of the above!!

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance the series #kanghansailom #kanghan kirttin sukprasert #kanghan krittin #sailom homchan #meta meta meta #kess babbles about dangerous romance

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ceyrann · 2 years

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PAC Collaboration: Your Marriage Life With Them

So as y’all can see from the title, this is a PAC collab with @alaezasmystery cuz apparently we two were thinking of doing something FS-ish ahahahahaha and boom.

Y’all know the drill. Clear your mind, take in deep breaths, choose the pile that calls out to you. Or piles. And then head down to the corresponding part of the post to see the messages you’re called to receive.

As usual, this PAC is for entertainment purposes. Take whatever that resonates and feel free to drop the rest. Credits of the images go to the respective artists.

The piles go by left to right, top to bottom.

Found your pile? Let's go!

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🌱 Pile 1 🌱

Intuitively :- This pile is super cute . I am getting a very romantic energy . You'll be very affectionate couple , hugging, kissing and holding hands in public and even in front of family and friends . You'll very obviously show your love for one another. Pda couple vibes!!!!! It's like little to no selfishness in this marriage .

The masculine here will surprise the feminine or less masculine with gifts, the feminine or less masculine will surprise them with their favourite meals etc. The main theme of this marriage is basically caring and devotion. Hahhh , others may see you as the lovesick puppy type. You'll always help each other . A telepathic connection for sure . Understanding each other in deeper levels .

Your partner will be a shoulder to cry on, they'll always provide you with care that you need . But they'll be honest with you, if you do wrong they will not hesitate to tell you that. I'm seeing a taller person than you . This is someone who is very loving and will possibly be the first one to fall in love with . Love at first sight for sure 💕.

Signs :- Cancer , Aquarius , Gemini

Initials :- R , T , F , G , H L , O , P , V , U

Here are some quotes for you!

- by @alaezasmystery

🌱 Pile 2 🌱

This Pile feels more like a traditional type of marriage 💑 . So if you choose this Pile, you're probably a typical feminine or masculine energy wanting to attract a typical masculine or feminine . This doesn't mean that only straight people can choose this Pile but that if you are a feminine then your spouse will be a masculine .

I'm kinda getting the 60s vibes of being a main provider and the other one a stay at home . Or someone is working from home . This will be a pretty average marriage , like you'll get married then you'll have children then one person will be a full time parent while the other focus on raising the kids .

You'll probably live in the suburbs or a big family home . The masculine will be the more dominant but the feminine will not mind . The masculine here feels like more of a protective one . The feminine will be taken care of emotionally and physically . Also , you probably have a dream , a pretty big one which your spouse will help in achieving it 💞 .

Signs :- Aries , Sagittarius , Capricorn

Initials :- D , S , C , M , I , Y , R , G , N

Here are some quotes for you!

- by @alaezasmystery

🎬 Pile 3 🎬

万花争艳，

我，唯独心悦于你。

The flowers bloom,

My eyes, they're set on you.

Hewwo Pile 3, your married life with them seems exquisite and a bunch of extra pretty things, and a lot of people may admire what you’re going through. Honestly, you yourself may also think that your married life is like the Happily-Ever-After kinda ending of a fairytale, having an emperor by your side, leading you through life and making sure success is on your side, not having to worry about getting yourself better or improving yourself for whatever life throws at you.

My dear, I’m so sorry to break this to you but this pile gave me a feeling that you soon learn that your married life with them would remain a facade, a beautiful outer shell, if you do not do something.

Marriage is a contract between different parties, and these parties are required to put in similar effort, if not equal, in it. It’s basically the same for any form of relationship. If you do not put in the necessary effort, your marriage life will be stagnant, and so many times you’ll feel as though you’ve fallen out of love. Have you really fallen out of love? No, my dear. You’re just too used to having fun and having people loving you without you really needing to do anything.

Thing is, you need to do something. You have to give up your old thoughts and attempt something new in your marriage life, only then you can see you and your future spouse working and having fun together, experiencing new things in life together.

Pile 3, your married life with them may not seem to be the roses and jewels that you originally thought you wanted, but as time passes, with efforts on both sides, you’ll rebuild a new flower garden with your future spouse with all the things you both share and like. You’ve learnt to surround yourself with people who share your values and beliefs, and they’ll be your greatest support through your married life.

For some reason, I have a feeling that your future spouse loves you a lot. There’s this line of a song that kept playing in my head “Not gonna leave anyone feeling alone anymore”. And I think this is really sweet.

- by your local crackhead aka me

🎬 Pile 4 🎬

情柔似水，

携手共度此生。

Love, as gentle as the waters

Your hand in mine, walking through this life.

Hello Pile 4! I saw these two owls today and I immediately took my phone out to take a picture of them. I just felt so pulled to these two adorable plushies and thought it would be a good picture to be used in this reading.

For some reason, your pile gives a very cute, cozy and comfy energy. Very gentle, very warm. Your married life is also the same. You and your future spouse are gentle and warm to each other, very aware of the feminine side of yourselves and do not disregard emotions surfacing in your married life. It’s like… You two are just SO CUTE TOGETHER AAAAAAAAAA

You guys do not claim or take pride in anything, and hold each other in an uplifting way. Lemme rephrase myself. Sometimes, some people may think that a relationship works well is cuz of Themself Doing The Work. But you and your future spouse? Nah. You both know very well that you both work together to achieve things, and none of you claim them as your own.

Sometimes, you may feel that you’re lacking support and there may be some sort of stagnancy in your marriage. It usually means that it’s time for you to take small celebrations into your life and to fill it with wonder, delight and joy.

Maybe you can take some time out? I have a feeling that when things like this happen, and when you ask around for advice, your friends and family would probably give you tickets to some theme park and tell you to go out with your future spouse. Going out and having fun together is definitely gonna help you out I promise. Cuz that’s when you learn new things about them and you just take them to your heart. Of course, they do the same for you too! It’s a very balanced energy!

Pile 4, your married life with them feels like the new beginning in your chapter. You’ve been through a lot in your life and somehow, this marriage you have with them serves like… Some sort of help? It gives me healing energy and just… A comforting presence. Your worries, your anxiety and all succumb under their gentle touch and care, allowing you to sleep peacefully at night with them by your side.

The line of a song’s lyric, “the sparkle in our lives will definitely not disappear” kept looping in my head and as I typed out the having fun part, it definitely rings well cuz it’s usually the small happiness that are living as memories in our head, and they will not disappear. We rekindle the tiny parts of light as we have fun and hopefully, you’re also your spouse’s source of light.

- by booyah me

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Thistle and Thorn

Pairing: Kind of Simon "Ghost " Riley x f!Reader ( OC aka Mini MacTavish ) + Johnny " Soap " MacTavish + Captain John Price

Summary : Everyone's worst nightmare comes true. Something you don't even want to think about. EVER.

Warning: ANGST. PURE ANGST. Mature theme , death , swearing. English isn't my first language so expect a lot of mistakes with tenses. Not beta'd.

A/N : seriously, I don't know WHY the hell I am doing this to myself.

Thanks to @saltofmercury for agreeing to my silly fic request and also kindly letting me using her ideas/fic and expand the story from there. I promise her I'll always credit her story because she is my muse * holding Saltofmercury up high lion king style Continuation/parallel universe of “The Favorite MacTavish” , where the reader/OC is Soap's little sister.

“masterlist” for more stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse. ( AKA the true happy endings )

You knew something wasn't right when Johnny didn't come home for Christmas as promised, what is even weirder was there was zero update from Gaz ( who you actually became good gossiping buddy during downtime), or Captain Price, even Ghost.

"I am sure Johnny and the team just stuck somewhere with the heavy snow, the weather been dreadful this winter. They will be home soon. " Ma comforted you as you voice your worry.

You came home a week earlier, excited as you finally get to see Johnny again after half a year and scoring victory in " who gets Christmas off " battle when your shift manager was organising everyone's holiday leaves.

Sure, for his line of work, it is hard to expect them to see their family often or even come home on time. But this time you just have this dreaded feeling you haven't felt for ages, like the time before Aunty Esme and Uncle Evan's fatal car crash. You have a strange sixth sense which is pretty much dead on ( excuse the pun ) everytime there's a death in the family.

Sitting by your bedroom window on second floor, you saw a Jeep pulling up towards your parent's front door. Immediately got up, grabbing a hoodie and making your way downstairs thinking its Johnny finally coming home and ready to greet him.

Walking through the hallway towards the staircase, you heard a man's voice, follow by your Ma's anguish cry, you ran downstairs as fast as you can. There you see Captain Price, with bandage peeking through his bonnie hat and he look like he has aged ten years. Your Da holding onto your Ma, comforting her with red brim eye, trying to hold it together at same time.

".. What is going on? Uncle Price? where is the rest of the team? where is Johnny?... Where is Ghost? " You started calling Price " Uncle " when rest of the squad jokes about how Price is like the uncle of the squad and the rest of them are like rowdy teenage kids.

Price just shook his head, beckoning you move closer to the front door. he hold his hand out, and you automatically reach forward , palms up.

Two dog tags. TWO. You swallow hard. Hands shaking.

" I am sorry Mini... Gaz and I barely made it out ourselves...we couldn't.. " he took a deep breath, word stuck in his throat. Reaching into his pocket instead, taking out a little Polaroid photo, a little laminated paper with dried thistle and put it on top of the dog tags in your palm.

It's a photo of you and a very begrudge looking Ghost, looking away from the camera. Both of you look like you been off your head. This was the photo that was taken after you met Ghost for the first time and narrowly lost to him after the drinking game.

The thistle, you made it into dry flower, laminated it onto piece of paper and gave it to Johnny when he came home years ago, announcing proudly he was selected to join the 22nd Regiment, elite force specialising in counter-terrorism.

" Good luck charm for you Johnny."

" A thistle?"

" Ya, well, other than it represent us Scot, you know what the meaning of thistle is? resilience, strength, determination, protection and pride. I want my favourite sibling to come home in one piece everytime. "

" I am your ONLY sibling. "

"And I love you too."

You knew this day will eventually come. The day Cousin Alec dragged Johnny into joining the army , you knew somehow you will lose them on the battlefield. Part of you wish they will come home in one piece, every time, after mission, and discharge honourably and move onto some safer or non-combating jobs.

You barely heard what Price said, " ... Ghost always have this photo with him all the time in his pocket. He look at it quite often, but he wouldn't admit it. " You hadn't had the chance to tell him how you feel. Now you will never have the chance again. EVER.

" hey Soap "

" ... yes Ghost? "

"Two gold fishes in a tank. "

"... you told me that joke before. "

"... Soap. "

" Ghost. "

"... I am taking Mini out on a date next time we go home."

" .... Are you asking for my permission?"

" I am telling you. I am not asking for permission."

"Ghost."

" Soap."

"Don't fuck around with my sister."

".. I wouldn't hurt her. I will never hurt her."

I am sorry.

Usually I am a happy ending person.. look, you can read this as a AU and "non canonical ( pff sounds like I own CoD, but I DON'T ) ending to the Mini MacTavish universe, because I don't want them to have bad ending. I just want to get this out from my head.

#simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #simon riley x oc #simon riley x reader #cod mw2 #cod #captain john price #why am i torturing myself #i nearly cried writing this #simon riley x you #simon riley imagine #simon riley x y/n

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sneakyblinders · 1 year

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this line of work pt 3

A/N: Read pt 1 here and pt 2 here! there will be one final part after this one! please drop me an ask or comment on this one if you want to be added to the tag list! warnings: this one is dark but the light comes back by the end :) sexual themes, language, kidnapping, ptsd, violence, raging jealousy and possessiveness, alluding to smut but no smut, not canon. a part of my tommy & his darling wife!au 7.3k words. I take no credit for the gif!

Bee got ready under the watchful eye of her husband, who busied himself with reading the morning’s paper just outside of the bathroom while she bathed, pinned her hair back and dressed.

When she was satisfactorily dressed, she came out of their room, seeking his approval on her choice of outfit. He had just swallowed a dose of medicine, his head beginning to pound again.

His eyes softened as she exited the room in a deep olive colored dress that hugged her figure almost sinfully. She wore patent leather black heels and had a clutch to match it. She had no jewelry.

He walked over to her, abandoning his paper and pulled her head into his hands. She trembled beneath his touch, lip quivering. He eyed her carefully before gently pressing his lips to hers.

“Thomas,” she breathed, pushing him away from her slightly, breaking the kiss. “Thomas, I can’t just forget what you did.”

He swallowed the bile and anger rising in his throat. “I did what was best for you,” he said, grabbing her left wrist and reaching into his suit pocket. “Now,” he held her rings in his hand. “Put these back on,” he demanded, sliding her wedding band on her ring finger, her hands trembling. “I don’t want to fight in front of the children,” her engagement ring. “And I never want to see you without these again, eh?” he said, eyes piercing into her as he slid the emerald band on top. “Eh?” he said, tilting her chin roughly up to meet his eyes when she didn’t respond. She nodded. “Good,” he mumbled. “Let’s go. You handle the baby and I’ll keep an eye on Peter.”

The Shelby Institute was a beautiful building for orphaned children in the city of Birmingham. A noble cause with an evil undercurrent. The family stood outside the building for a picture, none of Tommy’s siblings meeting her eyes, not knowing what to say to her or how to say it.

“Bee,” Ada said gently, catching her elbow as they moved to walk inside. “Bee I am so sorry,” she began.

“Ada,” Bee said, jaw clenched. “Don’t. Don’t make excuses for him.”

“I’m not,” Ada continued. “I just wanted to tell you if you ever want to get away, you’re always welcome in London,” she said with a sympathetic smile as Karl tugged on her hand.

“Thank you,” Bee said. Tommy had stopped at the entrance, looking over his shoulder, Peter on his hip, waiting for her. “I’m coming!” she said cheerily to him, a facade.

He smiled at her, walking behind her as she entered the building.

After the dedication of the building and Tommy’s speech, they all moved to an all purpose room for refreshments, for the sponsors to mingle with the family.

Women flocked to Tommy, telling him of their gratitude for this noble cause, asking him what they could do to help.

“It’s so wonderful to see a man not afraid to be with his child in public!” one older woman gushed, eyeing Peter who was holding Tommy’s hand, his other hand fisted in Tommy’s pant leg.

“This is my Daddy!” Peter beamed up at them.

Tommy smiled down at his son, ruffling his dark hair. “Oh that’s just darling! Do you love your Daddy, Peter?” the woman asked.

“Yes! Daddy is my hero!” Peter gushed, a smile a mile wide on his face. A dagger drove through Tommy’s heart at his son's words.

“Oh, that’s so sweet! Mr. Shelby, your little girl looks just like you, and your wife is a doll!” the lady gushed again.

“My wife is an angel,” Tommy smiled, looking over his shoulder, where Bee was conversing with another family.

“Mr. Shelby! We had this made for you!” Another woman came over to him, holding a statue of his favorite horse they had made. “We’d like to get a picture made with you, if that’s alright!”

“Yes, yes. Peter,” Tommy knelt down to his son. “Go over with Mummy for now, please.”

Tommy heard Katherine begin to cry from the other end of the room. Her hungry cry. Bee nervously looked around the room, and a maid came over to her as Peter tugged on the hem of Bee’s dress. “Mrs. Shelby,” the maid said. “If you come with me, there is a private room where you can nurse if you need to.”

“Oh, that would be lovely, thank you!” Bee said, smiling at the woman. With Tommy preoccupied, she took the chance to get away from him. It was for the baby, he would understand, after all.

The woman led her down the hallway and down the steps. The last thing Bee remembered was a thick bag covering her face, someone wrestling the baby from her, and Peter’s screams as she was rendered unconscious.

Tommy had finished with the photos and was just about finished mingling when he looked around the room for his family. “Ada, where’s Bee?” he asked.

“Oh, I think she went to go nurse Katherine. She had Peter with her. A maid took her downstairs I think,” Ada told him, brow furrowed.

Tommy approached a maid. “Where is a private room where a woman would nurse a baby?” he asked.

The woman's response was a furrowed brow. “We don’t have any private rooms for anything like that, Mr. Shelby.”

The blood drained from his face. “John! Arthur!” he called to his brothers, who came to his side in an instant. “Lock down the building, no one is to leave!”

“What’s going on?” Arthur asked, eyes wide.

“I can’t find Bee and the children,” he said, racing for the doors.

They searched the building high and low and couldn't find a trace of them. “Tommy! Tom!” Arthur ran to him outside the front of the building, holding his brother in his arms. “Tom, they took Bee and the babies,” Arthur told him, holding his head in his hands, as Tommy has done for him many times before. “They’ve got her. We’re gonna shut down all the major roads, call Moss right away. You gotta get back to the office. And, brother!” Arthur struggled against Tommy’s strength as he tried to wrangle free of Arthur’s hands. “Brother, look at me,” Arthur said, snapping Tommy’s eyes to his. “What you did to Bee, that wasn’t right. This medicine, the alcohol, the cocaine and opium, it’s–it’s not mixing well. You’re not yourself. We need you sharp. We need you fast, Tom. We can’t do this without you. Bee needs you. The babies need you.”

Tears were streaming down Tommy’s face as Arthur held him up. “Bee needs you, Tom. None of what’s happened the last six months has changed that.”

“I’ve ruined everything,” he sobbed, memories of Tatiana flooding his mind. Memories of Bee and how he’d hurt her, potentially irreparably over the last few weeks.

“With a love like what you’ve got,” Arthur rasped. “Nothing is unable to be fixed, eh? Gotta find her first though, Tom.”

Tommy nodded as John pulled the car around to the front. “Come on! We’ve gotta go!”

“Go to the office and wait, Tom,” Arthur told him.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll wait,” Tommy nodded.

Tommy simmered and stewed, Polly driving him back to the office. He smoked the whole way, knee bouncing, worry and anger coursing through his body.

“You’ll get them back, Tommy,” Polly assured him, eyeing him out of the corner of her eye.

Tommy didn’t reply, choosing to light another cigarette instead.

As they entered the Watery Lane office, Tommy raced to the phone, dialing Sergeant Mosses number. “Get me Moss,” he barked into the phone.

“We’re sorry, Sir, but he’s gone.”

“Gone? Gone where?” He demanded of the individual on the other end of the phone.

“I—I can’t say, Sir—“

The voice on the other end of the line was silenced as Tommy slammed the receiver of the phone down on the desk before hurtling the entire phone across the room, against the wall.

“Thomas, are you sure she hasn’t run away?” Polly asked as he went to the other side of the room, pacing back and forth. “After what you did?”

“It’s them,” he mumbled. “It has to be them,” he repeats, his medicine wearing off, thoughts becoming clearer despite the pounding in his head, the ache in his heart.

“Tommy!” Ada called, walking in the door. “Tommy, there’s someone here for you, a priest!”

Tommy’s eyes widened, heart racing. Polly stood to follow him, but he waved her off. “Stay. Don’t do anything!” He demanded.

He walked out the door towards the car that was idling a few yards away from the front door. The car was black, and he could see that bastard of a priest inside. Rage coiled itself around his lungs, his belly, his mind.

“We have your wife,” the priest rasped as Tommy was patted down by the priest's men. “Get in the car.”

Tommy was soaking wet from the rain, droplets of water falling into his face from his hair. He tried desperately to regulate his breathing. “First,” he rasped. “Is she safe? Are my children safe?”

“Of course the children are safe. All children are dear to me,” the priest said with a smirk.

“And my wife?” He asked, nervously twisting his wedding band around his finger.

“Aah, the wife you betrayed for a night with a duchess,” the priest made a tsk sound. “She’s fine for now, but I cannot guarantee she won’t become a plaything for some of the men who work for me soon. She is a thing of beauty, Mr. Shelby.”

“You hold all the cards,” Tommy said, shoulders trembling. “Tell me what you need me to do, and I will do it.”

The priest gave Tommy his orders, all of which Tommy agreed to, mentally jotting down every word Father Hughes said. “I want my wife and children returned to me without a scratch,” Tommy told him, not wanting to meet the priest’s eyes.

“Well,” Father Hughes began. “I cannot deliver your wife to you without scratches as she has already been roughed up a bit. Fiery woman, your wife. She didn’t want to obey. But—you know all about that, don’t you, Mr. Shelby?”

Tommy fought the rage that was building in his throat, threatening to spill out of his mouth. “But, I have another thing I need from you, Mr. Shelby,” Father Hughes said, a smirk on his face. “We hear you have a tunnel you’re creating, under the Wilderness Hills,” Tommy’s blood ran cold. “I am told there is a faberge egg in the strong room, a Lily of the Valley Egg. One of my colleagues wants the egg for his wife, and wants to give it to her. All of the jewels you retrieve will come to us,” Tommy nodded his head. “We need them in twenty four hours.”

Tommy shook his head. “No, no I cannot get it to you that quickly, the tunnel has hit clay.”

“If you do not get us what we have required,” the priest sneered. “By five AM on the day of the robbery, your wife will be given to my men as a reward for a job well done, and your children shipped off somewhere where you will never find them,” Tommy’s breathing was ragged, the pounding in his head worsening every second. “Now get out of my fucking car.”

When Bee woke up, she was in an unfamiliar room, on a cold, stone floor. She could hear Peter sniffling. “Mummy,” he whispered, crawling on his hands and knees over to her. “Mummy,” he said softly, his little hand on her face.

“Peter,” she whispered. “Where’s your sister?”

“She’s—one of the girls has her,” he said, terror in his ice blue eyes.

“Where’s Daddy?” Bee asked her son as he curled into her chest. Her head pounded, vision blurry from being hit on the back of the head earlier.

“They’ve been talking about him,” Peter says, nuzzling her neck. “Mummy, I’m scared,” he says, tears falling onto her skin.

“I know, son, I know,” she tells him, closing her eyes. “I am too, but, you remember how,” she took a breath. “You remember how you said Daddy was your hero earlier?” She asked him and he nodded against her skin. “Daddy is going to save us, okay? He will. He’s coming back for us.”

“Even though you’ve been fighting?” He asked, looking up at her.

Her heart shattered. “Oh, my boy,” she clutches her son against her chest. “Daddy and Mummy have been having a terrible go of it, I’m so sorry,” she pressed kisses to the top of his little head. “But I love your Daddy more than life, and although he hasn’t been himself lately, he’ll come back for us. I know he will. He loves us, he loves you.”

“I hope he comes soon, Mummy,” Peter says, gently crying against his mother.

The next day, Tommy had gone to Johnny Doggs’ camp, stirring him out of his late afternoon nap. “Johnny!” Tommy called, slamming the door of his car.

“Tommy! Tommy, what're you doing?” Johnny Doggs asked, confused at Tommy’s arrival. Tommy began to unbutton his shirt, his braces already long removed and discarded behind him.

“Everything’s changed, they have my family. They have Bee,” he said, out of breath. “The tunnel has to be finished before midnight or they’re all gone,” he threw his shirt at Johnny before disappearing into the tunnel.

Horror filled his mind, coming at him from every angle as he became covered in mud and clay. His hands cracked and bled, the knees of his pants were cut from various rocks and shells that were buried deep in the earth. His back ached, shoulders screaming in agony as he held himself up with one elbow, the other arm desperately picking away at the clay with his pickaxe. The earth trembled around him and his men, men he respected and trusted with his life.

Several men had to be carried back out of the tunnel, their shellshock from France too great for them to carry on any further. It was just Tommy and William Letso. The earth groaned. “Thomas, it’s too wet! Everything is sludge!” William called out to Tommy.

“We have to go on! Make it safe! I’ll go!” Tommy yelled back.

William shook his head in disbelief. “Yes, Sargeant,” he said out of habit as Tommy continued trudging on through the clay.

Scenes of the last week had replayed in his mind constantly. How he had treated his beloved. How he had yelled, screamed at her. How he had abandoned his promise to keep her safe—to be faithful, loyal, kind and tender. The anger he felt towards himself propelled him forward faster, moving the earth out of his way.

He thought of how she unselfishly spent months by his side at the hospital. Holding his hand, allowing him to squeeze it to the point of bruising when his pain was too unbearable. How she helped him bathe for the first time after he’d been in the hospital. How she’d carefully wipe the sweat from his face when the shakes began. How she spoon fed him broth. How she had gently carded her delicate fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his forehead to calm him down. How she’d shaved him every morning when he couldn’t see to do it himself. She’d read him the paper every morning from front to back, curled up next to him in the tiny hospital bed. She’d made up little stories to help put him to sleep at night, helping him dream of better places, better times when all of this would be behind them. She’d lulled him to sleep with her arms around him, his head on her chest, falling asleep to her heartbeat.

Tears poured down his cheeks, his entire body aching and exhausted, but his anger was his strongest weapon.

He reached the end of the tunnel in the Knick of time, setting up the lines for the dynamite against the brick walls of the strong room. He quickly crawled backwards through the tunnel to the opening before lighting them, ears ringing once they exploded through the brick.

He crawled back through the tunnel, through smoke and dust and dirty water running down the self made walls of the tunnel, dripping on him. His hands were cut and his chest was scratched all to hell, body covered in dirt, clay, blood, tears and snot.

He quickly entered the strong room, shoving every bit of jewels he could get his hands on into bags, his hands shaking. He fought his stomach heaving, overwhelmed from the work he had done, terrors grip on him strengthening, terrible memories from France resurfacing. He shoved each memory back down into his mind as he shoved the last of the jewels into the bags, climbing back into the tunnel and up the ladder to safety, collapsing on the ground in the fresh air, chest heaving as he rolled over and threw up bile.

Bee and Peter trembled in their jail cell, sitting on the floor away from the door, splitting a piece of bread Father Hughes had brought them a few moments ago. They were both cold, the stone of the floor and walls leaking cold from the earth around them. “Mrs. Shelby, your husband has always spoken of how beautiful you are, but,” the priest dragged a finger over her cheek. “He never told us how beautiful your children were.”

Bee fought back tears, willing Tommy to come and save them quickly. He had left the room as quickly as he had come, locking it behind him.

A few moments later, Bee heard footsteps, followed by an animalistic roar. Peter jumped, burying his face in his mothers side, whimpering in fear. Bee clutched him closer.

“Bee?” A familiar voice called out—Michael. “Let her speak, I need to know she’s okay!” Michael roared.

“Speak!” Father Hughes barked.

“I’m okay Michael!” Bee squeaked out.

There was a scuffle of bodies on the other side of the door. Bee couldn’t bring herself to imagine what was happening until she heard a strangled cry followed by an exhausted gasp from Michael.

She heard no more struggle after that. Keys jingled as the familiar clack of shoes—shoes like Tommy’s—came to the door, unlocking it. Michael was soaked in blood, his eyes full of rage and no remorse. “Come on, Tommy’ll want to talk to you,” he said, breathing heavily.

“Where’s Katherine?” Bee asked.

“Right here,” Bee heard Polly’s voice. Her hands were bloody, but the baby was safe in her arms. Bee picked up Peter and walked out of the cell, towards the door.

“We’ve got to get you home, if Thomas doesn’t hear from you in thirty minutes of us getting you, he’s going to literally lose his mind,” Polly said, shuffling Bee and Peter into the backseat.

“Where is he?” Bee asked, holding Peter in her lap.

“He’s been moving heaven and earth to get you back. Literally,” Polly said, exasperated as she held the baby in her lap, Katherine’s head against Polly’s chest. “Now, I know it’s going to take a lot of time to forgive him, if that is what you choose to do, but Bee,” Polly paused, biting the inside of her cheek. “He has been a wreck. Try to be gentle with him?”

Tears welled in Bee’s eyes. “That’s the thing, Pol,” she shook her head. “No matter how angry I am with him, no matter how terribly he has treated me, I cannot imagine being anything but gentle to him. Not after this ordeal. If that makes me weak, then I guess I am a weak fool for my husband.”

Polly smiled gently at her as the car lurched forward, towards the Shelby Manor.

Tommy pushed his Bentley to the brink, speeding as quickly as he could to get to the nearest pay phone on the road, sliding coins in the slot and dialing his home number. “Bee? Bee? Let me speak to Bee, Mary,” he panted, body shaking from fear, adrenaline, exhaustion.

“Yes, Mr. Shelby, she’s coming through the door now,” Mary said. He could hear the faint click of Bee’s shoes on the hardwood, Katherine’s cry and Peter’s wailing.

“Thomas?” Bee’s voice came over the phone.

“My love? My love, are you okay?” He asked, tears in his eyes.

“Yes, yes I’m alright, I’m home. Thomas, where are you? Are you alright?” She asked and his heart swelled in his chest. Of all the horror she had endured and the first thing out of her mouth was asking if he was alright.

“Yes, Darling, I’m—I’m on my way home. Where’s Peter?” He asked.

“He’s right here, he’s very scared. Peter,” Bee said, her lips away from the receiver. “It’s Daddy, do you want to talk to Daddy?” He heard Peter scream yes.

“Daddy!” Peter said into the phone, jarring Tommy’s eardrums from how loud he was speaking. “Daddy I’m scared. Mummy and I—we—we need you!” He cried into the phone.

“I know, my boy, I know. I am coming home now. I’ll be there and we’ll all be safe, eh? We’ll all be safe together. You, Mummy, your sister and I. Daddy will keep you safe, son,” Tommy said, tears streaming down his face.

“Okay, okay, Daddy,” Peter cried, sniffling.

“Can I talk to Mummy again?” Tommy asked.

“Thomas, hurry home, please,” Bee said, voice cracking on the other end of the line.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Sweetheart, I promise. I’m coming now. I love you, Bee!” He called into the receiver.

“I know,” was all she said before the line went dead.

Before he climbed back in his car, Tommy made one more phone call.

“Yes, Mr. Shelby?” The thick Russian accent drawled on the other end of the line.

“I have what you want,” he rasped. “But I’m going to see my family first.”

Bee decided while she waited for Tommy to come back, she would clean Peter up and get him down to the kitchen for dinner. He was hungry and tired. She bathed him quickly before getting him into his warm, soft pajamas and slippers. “Okay, Peter, let’s go down and get something to eat, I know you’re hungry.”

“No!” He said, stomping his little foot. “I want to wait for Daddy with you!” He said.

She sighed. “Okay, I’ll have Sara bring your dinner to the sitting room, okay?” She asked and he nodded in approval.

They were getting ready to walk down the stairs when they heard the front doors slam shut, followed by Tommy’s voice. “Bee? Peter? Where are you?” He yelled.

“Up here, Daddy!” Peter said, running towards the bannister.

Tommy ran up the steps, nearly tripping over his own two feet. He was covered in mud and dried blood, his eyes were red and what little clothes he had on were either wrinkled or torn.

“My son,” Tommy breathed, sinking to his knees and pulling Peter into his chest, sobs wracking his body.

“You’re dirty, Daddy,” Peter said, his fingers accidentally ending up in a clump of clay that had stuck to Tommy’s hair.

“Yes, son, I am. But I’m glad you’re safe. Where—where’s your mother?” Tommy asked. Peter pointed behind Tommy’s shoulder at his mother, who stood in the archway of the corridor that led to their room. “Peter,” Tommy said, chin trembling, eyes not leaving his wife. “Go see Sara, okay? Mummy and I will be down in a little bit, okay? I need to—get cleaned up.”

Peter nodded, dashing down the steps, leaving Tommy and Bee alone. “Thomas,” Bee said stoically, tears running down her face.

“My love, my darling,” Tommy nearly crawled on his hands and knees to her. “My beautiful angel,” he cried, his forehead pressed to her feet.

She winced as he soaked her feet with his tears, hands wrapped around her ankles. “Thomas,” she said softly, causing him to look up at her. “You’re a mess,” He let out a breath, a small laugh leaving his lips. “Stand up,” she demanded and he obeyed, willing to do anything she asked until the end of time if it meant she would forgive him. “Come on, I’ll draw a bath.”

They sat in an uncomfortable silence while the bath ran. Bee ran his hands under warm water, trying her best to remove the dirt and grime from his hands, his arms. She ran a soft cloth under water and softened the caked on dirt and clay on his face. He eyed her lovingly, not understanding the depths of her love.

Once the bath was warm and filled enough, she led him to it. He sunk into the water, hissing as the hot water instantly soothed his aching body, warming him to his very core.

She asked him to dunk his whole body under the water, and he obeyed, murky water running into his eyes when he came back to the surface. She lathered shampoo in her hands before massaging at his scalp, cleaning his hair. Soft, gentle moans left his lips at his wife’s work.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked once she began to lather another soft cloth to clean his shoulders and back with.

“Because, Thomas,” she began, gently working at the taut muscles of his shoulder and the back of his neck, running the warm cloth over him until no dirt was left on his skin. “Despite all the awful things you’ve done to me,” she seethed, and a dagger was driven into his already shattered heart. “Our love is still strong,” she continued, running the cloth down his strong arms. “I’m not going to thank you for getting me out of that prison, because it was your fault I was in there in the first place,” she said and he nodded.

“I—I don’t expect you to thank me,” he said, voice shaking.

“I’m not going to let you anywhere near me without my clothes on until every ounce of my trust has been rebuilt,” she continued, and he nodded. “I’m not going to sleep in the same room with you, and for the foreseeable future,” she moved to washing his chest. “I do not wish to be alone with you past this encounter, right here, right now.”

A whimper left his lips. “What—whatever you want me to do, Darling, I’ll do it. I swear I will. I won’t complain.”

He felt her move closer to him. She was sitting on a stool behind the tub, his back to her. Her right hand moved to his throat and he let out a small gasp. “Do you remember what you said to me before you killed the doctor that kissed me?” She asked, her lips to his ear. He nodded. “About how you had to teach someone a lesson about what happens when they try to come in between us? In between this love we have?” She asked. He nodded again, her grip on his throat tightening. “There is still someone who needs to be dealt with, Thomas,” she sneered. His mind raced in a panic. “And I want to be the one to deal with her. Just as much as I belong to you,” she whispered. “You belong to me.”

He tried to swallow the lump in his throat but her grip on him was too strong. The water was making him sleepy, lethargic, muscles sore and aching still, he was too tired to fight against her wrath. “Tell me how you want to do it,” he croaked. “And I’ll let you do it.”

She laughed maniacally, releasing the grip on his throat as he gasped for air. “From now on, Thomas,” she said, getting up and walking in front of him. “You’ll let me do anything I ask.”

He nodded furiously, shifting in the bath to be close to her again, murky water sloshing over the sides. “Yes, yes, anything you want, Darling,” he reached a wet hand out to her, to which she backed away from, further making his heart shatter. “Your son wants to see you,” she said, coldly folding her arms across her chest and walking out of the bathroom, leaving him alone.

Later that afternoon, as the sun was setting, Tommy drove to meet Tatiana in their designated meeting place. He could hear his heart pumping in his ears, the finality of all this hitting him all at once. He had fought back tears the entire drive, thinking of how coldly Bee looked at him. How much he craved her to touch him, cradle him against her chest. The guilt was overwhelming.

He pulled on the countryside road and pulled the vehicle to a stop a few yards back from where the Duchess and her jeweler stood. Tommy got out of the car with the bags of jewels and walked silently over to them, slamming the bags down on the table where the jeweler sat.

“Mr. Shelby,” Tatiana said, a smile on her lips. “How’s your wife?”

He clenched his fists at his side. “Mad as hell but she’s safe,” he said, reaching for a cigarette, standing in the line of sight between Tatiana and the car.

“Has she forgiven you yet?” she asked. “I know you told her, I can tell by that guilty look on your face,” she smirked as the jeweler inspected each piece individually.

“No,” Tommy cleared his throat. “I suspect I will grovel at her feet for the next decade.”

Tatiana let out a snort. “If you ever need a sexual release, Mr. Shelby, look me up. I’ll be in Austria.”

“I wouldn’t lay another hand on you if my life depended on it,” he sneered.

“Confirmed,” the jeweler said, laying his magnifying glass down. “The original collection, Miss Petronova.”

Tatiana smiled, picking up the suitcase at her feet and handing it over to Tommy. He raked the jewels into the jeweler's lap before throwing the suitcase down on the table, and popping open the latches. All the cash was in the suitcase, as discussed.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Shelby,” Tatiana smiled.

The jeweler asked for a pen for Tatiana to sign the bill of sale as Tommy turned his back to walk towards the car, nodding at Bee, who was crouched low in the front seat of the car. She emerged silently from the car, gun in her hand.

Tatiana’s eyes were set on the jeweler, her weapon in her hand as Tommy stepped out of the line of fire; Bee firing a bullet into the Duchess’ chest, just offset from her heart.

She hit her target, and Tatiana crumpled to the dirt in a heap, her own gun clattering to the dusty road. Tommy raced back towards Tatiana, kicking the weapon out of her reach as Bee walked over to them. Tatiana clutched her chest as Bee hovered over her, the weapon still in her hand.

“Mrs. Shelby–” Tatiana croaked, looking over at Tommy–his expression stone cold as he watched his wife.

Bee her foot on the Duchesses throat, just enough pressure to cut off the air supply to her lungs. “This is what happens when people come in between my husband and I,” Bee rasped before firing another bullet into her skull.

The jeweler trembled in fear as Tommy pointed Tatiana’s gun at him and fired directly into his brain. He fell to the dirt. Tommy removed his handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the handle of Tatiana’s gun off and putting it back in her hand.

Bee had begun to shake, the reality of her actions hitting her. “Thomas,” she trembled.

“Here,” he said softly, walking over to her, taking the gun from her hand and tucking it in the waistband of his pants. “We’re going to throw it in the cut, Darling, come on,” he said gently, putting an arm around her shoulders. “You did well, Darling,” he told her, holding her close as they approached the car.

He opened the passenger door for her, closing it gently behind her. He walked to the other side of the car, getting in on the drivers side. “Thomas,” she said, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

“Yes?” he asked softly.

“Did I do the right thing?” she asked, fear in her eyes.

He pulled her close to him, his arms wrapped around her small frame. She nuzzled her face against his neck. “Even if you didn’t, my Darling, I will protect you from everything, eh?”

“No more mistresses, Thomas?” she asked, her dark eyes looking up at him.

“Never,” he promises, lips ghosting over hers. “I swear to you.”

“Thomas,” she whispers before he tenderly captures her lips in a kiss. A kiss full of emotion, of desire, sorrow, regret, adoration. His hands are on her back, pressing her against him closer, closer, closer. His hands are in her hair and their kisses become more rough, hungry as she slides in his lap, straddling him.

“Love,” he breathes, breaking their kiss as she grinds down against him. “Love, what do you want?” he asks as she moves to unbutton and unzip his trousers.

“I need you, Thomas,” she breathed. “Need to know what we had is still there,” she says, kissing the side of his neck.

“It’s there,” he breathes, gently tugging at her hair so their eyes meet. “It’ll never go away, Darling.”

“Make love to me, Thomas,” she demands.

“I thought you didn’t want me anywhere near you with your clothes off,” he breathed.

“I’m not taking anything off,” she smirked, hiking her skirts up around her waist and moving her panties to the side.

“Woman,” he growled, sinking his teeth into her neck. “You’ll be the death of me,” he rasped.

He made love to her slowly in the car, driving the most obscene noises from her mouth. She clung to him as he brought them both to their release, each of them swallowing the others moans down.

They sat against each other in silence for a few moments, their foreheads pressed together. “Is it still there?” he asked nervously, licking his lips.

She nodded. “Yes. Right where I can feel it,” she said, moving his hand to her heart. “Right here,” they sat with their foreheads against one anothers, regulating their breathing. “Thomas,” she breathed. Tommy let out a ‘hmph’ of acknowledgement. “Tell me you love me. If you still love me.”

He let out a soft snort. Disbelief. “My angel,” he breathed, hands pulling her close. “I love you. I love you for all eternity. I love you with all I am.”

And when he said it aloud she knew. She knew it was still there.

That evening, the Shelby family was arrested, save Bee and Thomas, for their various crimes they had committed across the span of the last four-or-so years. Bee watched in horror as the family she had begun to love as her own was taken from the grounds of their home in the backs of trucks, handcuffed and bound.

Her anger from this act of atrocity her husband committed against his family was enough to make her not speak to him for a week and a half. She wouldn't look at him–wouldn’t acknowledge his presence in a room. Ada called Bee one day and begged her to just have dinner with Tommy. That he was dying inside. He’d do anything for her. Bee knew it and dammit if Ada’s words didn’t tug at her heart.

He brought a bouquet of flowers and a new pair of pearl earrings to dinner, and that was the beginning of it all again.

With the family away in prison, Tommy’s focus shifted largely from work to his family. Getting the family he was born into out of prison, and redeeming himself to the one he had created.

He began to take Bee on dates, taking her to the finest restaurants and pubs, nightclubs and dress makers. He had taken her out into their fields one chilly fall evening and pitched a tent, creating a fire. They slept under the stars that night–the first night she’d allowed him to fall asleep next to her in months.

One afternoon, she knew Tommy had a particularly draining day. He had called her halfway through the day to ask after her and the babies, and she could hear the stress in his voice. She had wandered down to the kitchens to make him a pie.

He came home earlier than she expected, interrogating the maids as to his wife’s whereabouts. “She’s in the kitchens, Mr. Shelby,” Frances told him, a twinkle in her eye.

Tommy dashed down the steps and nearly lost his breath when he saw her dusting icing sugar over the top of a beautiful pumpkin pie. Cookies were cooling on racks on the table and his senses were overwhelmed by what he saw, smelled, felt.

“It smells lovely,” he said softly, causing her to turn and face him.

“I made it just for you,” she said, a girlish grin on her face that made him wild.

“All of this,” he rasped, walking over to her. “Just for me, eh?” he asked as she giggled. She turned her back towards him as he walked her towards the counter, rucking his cold hands up her skirts. She yelped in surprise.

“Thomas!” she giggled as he pressed kisses to the back of her neck. “Your hands are like ice!”

“It’s a good thing my wife is a hearth then, hm?” he rasped, hands on her hip bones, crushing her backside against his crotch. She let out a little moan before she turned around to face him. She had a giggly smile on her face and he wondered what this was all about. “If I were a man with less self control, I’d take you right here, right now,” he smirked.

She laughed. “Oh, Tommy Shelby, a man who has self control where his wife is concerned. That’s a good one, lovey,” she giggled as he hugged her against him, his hands roughly grabbing at her backside.

“When can I indulge in these wonderful baked goods, hm?”

“After we talk. After dinner,” she said.

A confused look spread on his face. “Talk, hm?”

She nodded. “Yep. You and me, Mr. Shelby.”

After they had successfully gotten both of the babies to sleep, Bee led Tommy to what was once their shared room. She guided him to sit in the chair opposite hers in the sitting room off of the bedroom. His heart beat in his chest nervously. No one had the power to make him nervous like she did. Wicked woman that she was, she knew it and used it to her advantage.

“Thomas,” she said, sitting down, folding her hands in her lap. “I’m ready to hear you say it,” she said, looking him in the eyes.

Tommy swallowed the nerves that had just jumped into his throat. The whole time he had worked to gain her trust back, she had not once allowed him to utter the words he so desperately needed to say. The need to unburden his mind, his heart, with the knowledge of his infidelity weighed heavily on him the last few months. But she didn’t want to hear what he had to say before she was ready to hear it and accept his apology.

In one long stride he was standing in front of her. Not breaking their eye contact, he got on both of his knees in front of her, holding her hands in his.

“My love,” he began, mind whirring, trying to recall all the words he had so eloquently practiced in his office by himself. “I know I cannot take back the atrocity I committed against you, against our love, against this family we have created,” he began, his eyes searching for something, anything within hers. She remained stoic and cold. “And I have felt nothing but remorse and guilt ever since I made those decisions. But Darling,” he pressed a kiss to her knuckles. “You mean more to me than I could ever express in words, in action, in thought, even if I spent the rest of my miserable existence trying,” his eyes turned sorrowful. “My love, I will continue to do everything in my power to gain your trust. To redeem myself in your eyes. Bee,” tears stung at his eyes. “I am sorry for everything I have put you through,” her chin was trembling, tears in her eyes. “Will you forgive me?”

She threw her arms around his neck, tears falling from her eyes. “Yes, Thomas,” she gasped. “Yes, I forgive you.”

He pried her away from his neck and pressed his lips fully to hers, his hand at the nape of her neck, his other hand roaming across her back hungrily. She tumbled from her chair, knocking him on his back, his hands now free to explore her body more freely. Her hands cupped his face as his hands tore at her skirt, pulling it up her legs, hands grabbing at the tender flesh of her ass, her thighs. A knee on either side of his waist, she sat up on her knees to pull her blouse over her head.

He marveled at his wife, breathless atop him, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. He bucked his hips up against her, groaning at the sight of her. “I need you,” he growled as she smirked, making a show of removing her bra.

He pulled her legs around his waist, making her yelp in surprise, her arms wrapping around his neck. He stood up and carried the two of them to their bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot.

Somewhere around midnight they found themselves laughing with one another, feeding each other bites of cookies and pie in bed. Tommy had his whiskey and Bee had her wine. Her legs were thrown over his, his fingers running up and down them, biting his lip. She giggled at him.

“Mr. Shelby,” she smiled. “Are you alright?”

He shook his head, a smirk on face as he turned on his stomach to crawl towards her. “Mrs. Shelby,” he drawled, hovering above her. “Do you know what these legs do to me?” he asked, hand reaching to hitch a leg over his hip, grinding against her.

She giggled again. “I can feel it,” she squirmed underneath him.

“The first thing I saw was your fucking legs,” he rasped, kissing her shoulder. “I knew it from that first second I was gone for,” she giggled again. “All I thought about that night after I walked you home was these fucking legs,” he kissed her collarbones. “How they’d feel wrapped around my waist,” she let out a little gasp. “How they’d feel with my face buried between them.”

“Thomas!” she gasped as he continued to kiss down her body.

“It’s your favorite, you know it,” he smirked.

And dammit if it weren’t.

“Before I begin,” he said, a smirk on his face, kissing her inner thigh. “Where’d you learn to shoot like that?” he asked.

She blushed. “Arthur and John taught me. When you were attacked when Peter was born. They asked which weapon I’d prefer. I told them, and they taught me.”

He smiled, pressing more kisses to her thighs. “Remind me to thank them when I free them from prison, eh?”

1957

Tommy and Bee let out a shudder, remembering those terrible months that almost pulled them apart. Almost did irreparable damage to their love–to their life together.

Tommy sighed, head hanging between his shoulders. “So,” he began, breaking their long silence. “Do we tell her?”

Bee sighed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “I think we have to.”

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Voiceplay Visuals: Get Back Up Again

It took me a while to watch this one for the first time (which I did like a month or two ago), can't exactly explain why, though it did probably have something to do with the fact that I've never seen Trolls. Sure, I've seen a couple of scenes from it, and I know the characters and the basic plot, but I've just never actually sat down to watch it! And the only original song I knew from the movie was Can't Stop The Feeling (because it'd be basically impossible to not have heard it by this point). This song is really good though (originally written by Pasek & Paul apparently, which explains a lot), and Voiceplay's video for it (released in May 2018) is very fun as well, so let's get into it!

Some person called "Leo" is credited for the intro animation, so shoutout to Leo! The little character designs are so cute, and I will get to each one individually.

The up-and-down hand movements that J is doing at the start of the video, they intrigue me and I swear he (or possibly another VP member) has done very similiar hand motions in a different video. Does stuff like that just come with being an acapella singer or something?

Earl is Poppy, the main character of the movie! He looks good in pink honestly

Eli is Branch, the secondary protagonist (I guess?) of the movie

J None is Guy Diamond (a troll covered in silver glitter) and he's styling!

Geoff is Biggie, one of the biggest troll characters in the movie, who has a pet worm/best friend called Mr Dinkles (yes, that is what Geoff is holding)

And Layne is Smidge, who apparently (I looked it up on the Trolls Wiki) is one of the shortest trolls in the movie (ironic considering Layne is the tallest of the group), and is female, but speaks with a deep, masculine-sounding voice (trust Layne to give himself a comedic casting choice 😂 (this was his arrangement, and he and Geoff collaborated on the video))

1, Earl seems Confused by Layne's percussion-making method. 2, those chairs look really soft and comfy. And 3, great face Geoff 😆

Obligatory acknowledgement of J 'farting' glitter. I'm guessing it's a thing that Guy Diamond does in the movie

Okay so Geoff's hair does seem basically the same as it does in the 80s Cartoon Themes video (I was wondering), it might just be styled ever-so-slightly differently or something (also I really love his smiles in this video <3 )

Did J already own that necklace or was it bought just for this video?

Eli is Confused and Tired 😂

I don't think this is just a lowering of the lighting in this shot here, I think it's also got lower saturation levels I believe? (Possibly a post-production effect).

(Also Geoff being pretty without even trying (again))

"cause I know that I'm really really really gonna be OKAY!"

And then Eli, J, and Geoff's reactions 😆

Shoutout to Kathy (Geoff's wife) for doing the puppeteering in this video!

Geoff seems to be having fun anyway!

Love the subtle camera shake on the "if you knock knock me over, knock knock me over" line, in time with the knocking!

"Hug time!" "Hug time! I love hug time! Hug time's my favourite.

Also shout to the end card with the guys playing with the dolls/puppets, and "thank you to the Patrons for supporting this...craft project" 😂

This video is definitely a serotonin booster, both visually and musically!

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sassykattery · 1 year

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Celebrations of the Heart, Pt. 7

Getting closer...

CW: MC is afab, uses she/her pronouns. MC is a demon and poly. Barbatos calls MC "mistress"

Themes: Birthday. Romance. Sappy-make-you-feel-warm-inside stuff.

Characters: MC="you", Mammon, Barbatos

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+ only

Masterlist

Enjoy~

-4pm-

"Oi! It's about time!" You heard from the grouchy second born behind you. The portal had taken you to a sidewalk along some familiar storefronts.

You whirled around and rushed him, almost scaring him shitless.

"Whoa whoa whoa, watch out!" He tried to throw his hands up, but you knocked into him as you threw yourself at him. He caught you, barely on his feet still.

You two hugged for a while, and finally Mammon let go first.

"Alright! Hey! We're wastin' time! I only got two hours with ya, so we gotta make 'em count," he said. You smiled and nodded.

"What are we doing?"

"I'm taking you shopping," he said with a mischievous grin.

"I don't have my wallet," you said, smirking and folding your arms.

"No, no, I said I'm taking you shopping, MC," Mammon said, whipping out Goldie. Your jaw dropped. "C'mon, let's go!" He yelled, grabbing your hand and dragging you into Majolish.

"Alright, I got rules for ya, MC," he said, turning toward you. It was just you two in the store, and you wondered if this really wasn't a robbery and you two were about to go to town on some clothes, but you waited to hear him out.

"Number one, you have to pick out a dress. Number two, you have to pick shoes and matchin' jewelry. Number three, I have to see everythin' put together, you'll be doin' a little fashion show for me," he said with a deep smirk. You shifted to one hip, arms crossed again. "After that, you can pick anything else you want, because today, The Great Mammon is takin' care of you," he said proudly.

You couldn't help but smile, admiring him in this moment. You'd have to thank Lucifer later for letting Mammon have his credit card back.

"Alright, I agree to your terms," you said, holding out your hand. Mammon grinned, his fangs showing playfully and taking your hand. He then drug you to the designer gown section and pushed you into it.

"Get to it! I'll be waitin'!"

You perused the racks before you and ultimately found four gowns to try. With full arms, you walked back to the changing area. Mammon sat near a full-length mirror, playing on his D.D.D.

The first one you came out with was a cherry red ballgown. It had a plunging neckline and spaghetti straps made of the 3D floral appliques that lined the bodice and scattered onto the skirt.

"It's pretty, but this is your birthday, so I want it to look more like you," Mammon said.

The second one was a black, long sleeve, slim A-line ballgown with a high neck. The bodice was embedded with glittering black rhinestones, diamonds, beads, sequins, you name it. The skirt was simple, just black tule. But the pièce to résistance was the cape that came with it, that also glittered with the same embellishments, and towards the end that drug on the floor, it flared into peacock feathers.

"Better, in fact I know a certain someone would love it, but let's see what else you got," Mammon stated.

The third one was an ornate, gold number. It was a sheath fit, the base fabric being shining satin and embellished lace on a top layer all over. It had a plunged sweetheart neckline, and each shoulder had its own floor-length cape with the same satin.

Mammon fidgeted, blushing furiously. You looked like an angel in his mind, dipped in gold and flushed with elegance. He cleared his throat. "It's wonderful, but it's not quite you. My favorite so far," he choked out.

Once you were in the dressing room, you chuckled.

The final gown was a silver ballgown. The sleeves were long and off shoulder with a slight plunge to the neckline. What made this dress special was the embellishing done on it: it looked as though millions of mirrors were sewn onto the fabric, twinkling as you walked, reflecting and refracting with any miniscule movement. Shining silver threads sewn into filigree shapes lined the skirt along with the mirrors. It nearly looked like water, or ice crystals in the light. Better yet, it almost looked like shining falling stars, your body the cosmos they hurdled across.

When you came out, Mammon looked up from his device and went still. You twirled in it, and he stood. He looked you over, every inch of you under his scrutiny.

"There's my MC," he whispered, standing next to you and looking in the mirror at you. You looked at him, and it was the most emotional you'd seen the demon. Indeed, you felt most like yourself in this moment. Suddenly, you turned and hugged him, and he immediately reciprocated.

"You know I love you, right?" he asked in your ear.

"I love you too," you replied tearfully. He pulled away and tucked his hand under your chin.

"I'll always be your first, never forget. I'll always take care of you, MC, even if you are the next Demon Queen. When things get hard, 'cause they will, I want you to come to me next time," he muttered, burying his face in your neck.

"I will, Mammon," you sniffed.

After several moments, finally, you let go first. He rolled his shoulders and brought himself back to normal. "Alright, let's pick out some shoes and jewelry," he suggested. He looked over at your dressing room again. "You're getting the gold one too," he muttered, going in to drag it out to place on the counter. You chuckled and did as told. He helped you with the accessories, and finally, you were all put together.

"Alright, take it all off and I'll get it rounded up for you, go pick out anything else ya want," he ordered.

After picking out some more clothes, you showed up at the counter. Mammon smiled at your full arms and said, "'Atta girl," with pride. A sales clerk finally appeared, the first person you'd seen all day besides your friends and family, much to your surprise.

Mammon had your gown and accessories bagged separately. "You'll take these with you to the next place," he instructed. "I'll take everything else back to the House." You nodded and took the bag.

"Oh, and Happy Birthday, MC," Mammon said bashfully.

"Thanks, you're the best, Mammon," you said, walking backwards into the portal behind you.

-6pm-

You were in your suite in the Demon Lord's castle, and you set everything down.

"Mistress," Barbatos beamed. You turned and smiled.

"I do believe you've already had your turn," you retorted playfully.

"Indeed. However, you know I tend to be a greedy demon myself, so I can't help but get as much time as I can with you when I can. But I do believe you would like to get ready for the end of your day. I see your trip with Mammon was successful," he replied.

You chuckled. "Greedy indeed. Yes, I have a few things. I take it I'm to wear these?" Barbatos nodded in reply. "Will you help me get ready then?"

"Of course, mistress."

Barbatos took his time doing your hair and makeup, perfecting every curl and lash. You couldn't help but notice the looks he stole from you, smirking at each other. It was sweet to see him like this: comfortable, with you, after all this time. It was only fitting since you two would see each other more, but you felt like you found a friend within the butler.

After hair and makeup, Barbatos helped you into your gown, shoes, and jewelry, not letting you see the final product just yet.

"There will never be another as darling as you, MC," Barbatos said, looking you over as he straightened your sleeves. "Truly, the Avatar of Vanity has no comparison."

You couldn't help but blush at the praise. "Barbatos..."

"Fret not, mistress," he murmured.

"I want to tell you something," you said.

"Go on," he said, touching up your lips with gloss.

"I'm grateful for you, to be in my life. You mean more to me than words can say, and I'm glad we opened up to each other," you stated.

Barbatos stopped and stared at you, thinking on your words.

"It is I who is grateful, MC. In all my many years, there's been none like you. I find myself bewitched by you, just as everyone else has been, but I also find a kinship with you. From your politeness to clean up, making tea with me, learning to bake, it all stays with me, in my heart," he said, putting his hand over his chest. "I look forward to having you around for the rest of our days."

He embraced you this time, holding you tight but not too tight as to preserve his work. Even as a demon, your scent was sweet to him, and he was flooded with the memory of the night you became an Avatar. In all his years, no creature ever stood out to him the way you did. To be near you was to love you, enough for him. Knowing you loved him too was more than satisfactory.

"Now, I believe our time is up, and there are some demons waiting for your arrival," he muttered to the top of your head, unwilling to let you go. Begrudgingly, he eventually did. He opened one more portal, and he gestured for you to go through it.

"Enjoy yourself, MC."

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Thank you for reading <3

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Shadows of Devotion

For @week-of-revo Day 6: Shadowplay

Im super upset that I'm late with this one!!! I couldn't help it, I had to write it whenever I had a free second during one of my long shifts 😭

Anyway, this idea was something I've had in mind for awhile and twisted it around a bit to fit this prompt. But I still love it because season 0 Yami is always so delicious to write! I hope you guys like it! (Also I can't take credit for the dying flower lines towards the end, that was taken straight out of the Cold, Cold Heart story from DC comics, as this was partly inspired by Mr Freeze)

Warnings ahead for mentions of death/illness and blood, as well as some general mild horror themes in the second half.

The light in the study was so dim that he might have been working by candle light. Atem couldn't be bothered to change the bulb as it had begun to dim last week, no matter how it made his eyes strain as he read.

His desk, which was once filled with collectibles and objects of whatever recent hobby his insatiable mind latched on to, was now filled with leather bound tomes and dusty scrolls. They had been collected from all over the world; words that, supposedly held magic, ancient magic.

Since the fields of modern science couldn't seem to bring them salvation, Atem had turned to more esoteric means months ago.

He had to find something- anything that could help, he had to.

His eyes crossed over the words as they droned on about reanimating dead rodents, and a frustrated growl ripped through his throat. A swipe of his hand had the book slamming shut, and another sent it flying across the room. Atem didn't need reanimation! He didn't need a twitching shell of something that was once living, unthinking and unfeeling! He needed to heal, needed to mend what was broken!

The door to his study opened behind him, filling the room with such bright light that he winced at the intrusion.

"Atem?"

He winced again at the sheer tiredness of her voice, the frustration that was thinly veiled by the question of his name.

"You should be asleep, my love," he answered, running a hand over his face, "you need rest."

He heard her footsteps just before he felt the hands on his shoulders. They gave some gentle rubs, soothed the aches that his stiff posture had caused, before they trailer down over his chest.

"You know I can't sleep when you refuse to come to bed. And you know I don't like you staying knee deep in these...weird, depressing books for so long." Anzu kneeled down, resting her cheek against his.

Her skin was cold, too cold, but Atem let out a sigh of relief, leaning into her touch; let her presence chase away the darkness in his mind.

Then he felt disgusted with himself, here his wife was, sick to the point that standing was a hard feat most days- and he had the audacity to be the one comforted by her.

"Come to bed," she whispered in his ear.

Atem put on a smile for her, turned so she could see it. "I have too much on my mind to sleep, but I'll gladly come hold you while you drift off, my love."

He brushed some stay hairs from her face, it's texture dry, brittle, the opposite of the soft glow she used to have. He took the moment to study her face too. She had always been much paler than him, but once rosey cheeks were now pallid, gray, even. Full, pink lips turned cracked and colorless.

Even in this state, he still felt that swell of affection every time he looked at her. She was his everything.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wear out that mind of yours," she said, and he felt a weak pull on his arms. "Dance with me."

He rose at her insistent tugs, but gave her a grave stare, "Anzu, I-"

"Please," she whispered, eyes locked on his, and he felt his resolve crumpling under her will, just as it had always been. "I miss you, Atem. Just dance with me, like we used to."

The smile she topped it off with sealed him in, and he was pulling her close, resting his hands on her hips, laying his head on her shoulder.

Then they moved, feet gliding in sync, to a melody only they could hear. The silk of her nightdress was smooth under his hands, and a year ago he would have taken the chance to push it aside and feel her even softer skin.

"I miss you, Atem," she repeated after while.

"I'm here, Anzu," he leaned up and kissed her hair, "I'm always here, always."

"You know what I mean. I don't want you pouring over these books anymore. They're consuming you, Atem."

"I have to find a way. I know I can if I just-"

"And You know I've come to terms with this," she pulled away from him, just enough to look him in the face. "I've made my peace with this, Atem, I'm not afraid to die! I'm ready-"

"I'm Not!" His voice was as harsh as a whip, but it softened the moment the snap was out. Tears caught in his throat as he cupped her face in his hands. "Please, Anzu, let me find a way. I can save you, I will save you."

She opened her mouth to respond, but reared back a second later. Then the coughs came. They were harsh and violent, tore at her throat with every wretch.

His mind went into a frenzy as he held her, began guiding her out of the study and down the hall. Her muscles spasmed under his hand as he tried to soothe with gentle rubs. She couldn't stop coughing and soon her hands her speckled in red.

Atem whispered assurances to her, as he fumbled with her medication bottle beside their bed. After too much struggling to keep her body still enough to take it, they finally managed full dose.

From there it took a good twenty minutes of focused breathing and waiting for things to even out.

They were running out of time, these attacks were coming on more and more frequently.

Atem wiped her hands clean and tucked her into bed, saying sweet nothings as calmly as he could while she drifted back to sleep. Those horrendous fits always left her so tired.

And he waited there, at her bedside, long after she fell asleep, just to make sure the rise and fall of her chest continued.

Then he rose, and ventered back to his study.

Behind the closed door no one could hear his rage. The desk being tossed over, the bookshelves being toppled, the cries of anguish and desperation.

Atem sat in the wake of it all, dim lamp laying helpless on the ground to cast his shadow against the wall now bearing a hole from his fist. His throat was raw, eyes bloodshot. What good did all this ancient magic do, if it couldn't save his beloved? His everything.

That's when his eyes caught it.

A book, spine bend and pages tattered from his anger, lay open to him. And a title that read "Shadow Tamer" spoke to him.

He vaguely remembered reading it weeks ago, something about being able to seek revenge on ones enemies through the manipulation of shadow creatures.

Atem picked up the tome and began reading the introduction to the brand of magic. Then he looked up at his own shadow, so lifelike and imposing against the wall. And an idea came to him.

Yes. Yes that just might work.

***

Doctor Whitmire hated working late, usually he was well into a relaxing night of entertainment and his favorite wines by now, but when your clients paid as much as his, sacrifices had to be made upon occasion. Besides, the treatment was over now and after a short drive, he'd be soaking in a nice hot bath. He also hated the parking garage, in all it's bleak darkness, but he managed by the buzzing lights overhead.

He was just thinking of the vintage moscato that would be perfect with his bath when he made it to his car.

The good doctor had just pulled out his keys, when he noticed that he couldn't see his car anymore.

Confused, he looked up, and realized that the lights overhead had just went out. No, no that wasn't quite right. They hadn't gone out, something was shifting over them, something hazy and dark.

Something was blotting them out.

A thud, a vibration of movement, and the man stumbled back on instinct. He stared into the dark, sure that something must have hit his car. Whitmire stared, until he realized that something was starting back.

He gasped as something blinked at him and a scream died in his throat as the shadowed creature opened its mouth to reveal a row of sharp teeth. It lunged before he could scream and it clamped those fangs down hard in his arm.

That time he did manage a scream, even as it released him and he was sent tumbling- scraping to the concrete.

Another thud on the car and another as two more identical things joined the first, all snapping and snarling now

The man clutched his arm as he started to crawl away from the creatures. Face coated in a cold sweat and another scream ripping from his throat, the man scrambled to his feet and bolted into the darkness, thinking that maybe he could be lucky and find the door in the shadows.

Those things were nipping at his heels, though, and he screamed again as he felt one nearly clamp it's jagged fangs around his achilles tendon. He swept his hand through the dark, panting, crying, begging to find his way out, his salvation.

Then, some deep and rumbling- a voice as icy as a winter morning, called out from the endless black.

"Have you ever seen a flower die, doctor?"

A shape emerged from the dark, it was towering as a shadow in dusk, and the only signs that it was a man at all, we're pricing pool of gold boring into him with the hungry stare of a demon. It crept closer to him without a sound, rolling through the shadows as if it were a part of them.

And he let out another hideous cry as he turned and ran.

"Have you ever watched, while something once so beautiful and full of life decayed and rotted from within?"

Whitmire hit something hard, a wall and was sent falling into the darkness, until he hit the floor again.

"You had a chance to help her," the shadow man continued, ignoring the older man's sobs. "You had an treatment that might have cured her, but you turned her away!"

The doctor had no more screams left as one of the creatures pounced in him, heavy paws pinning him to the jagged concrete as it's hot breath tickled his neck.

"You we're going to let my wife die! Do you even remember her?! Do you remember my Anzu!?"

Another shuddering sob as the beast snapped it's jaw. "Ah- Anzu! Yes! The Mazaki girl! I remember! She was too far gone- her case was too advanced! The chances of success were low- I- AH!!" a fang nicked his throat and he scrambled for the words, "Please! I had my reputation to consider! If she died in spite of the treatment my success rate would be ruined!"

He knew he had said the wrong words the moment they were out and he started crying as he waited for the beast to devour him.

But the teeth never came.

Instead that cold deep voice spoke to him again, calm, collected.

"Well, doctor, now you have to choose what you value more: your reputation, or your life. Because I can have my pets here make a splendid meal out of you."

Whitmire was trembling, head to toe as Atem's shadow closed in on him.

"But we both know you're smarter than that. You, doctor, you are going to help me save my wife."

#revolutionshipping #weekofrevo #atem #anzu #anzu mazaki #yami yugi #deeja writes

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“The Roof of the World”

Season 1, episode 14 - 22nd February, 1964

[id: Poster for the 1938 film “The Adventures of Marco Polo”. Images of the characters in various historical clothing surround a gold square with “Samuel Goldwyn presents: Gary Cooper,” the title of the film, and other credits written on it, and at the top of the poster is the caption “He penetrated the secret Orient... to find love... danger... wealth!” and then smaller, “He beseiged the Tartars’ cities, wooed their beauties... captured their princess!” /end id]

Our first missing episode! And, um, our first really racist one too. Hm. A lot of firsts here. Let’s get into it.

Is it an entertaining watch: 4/5, it’s a fair bit of just setup for the story to come, but it’s pretty engaging in my opinion.

Does the production hold up: 3/5, well, we can’t actually see the production due to this episode not existing at all. On the one hand, the Loose Cannon recon that I watched was really good, with enough movement and enough existing photos to make an enjoyable experience. On the other hand, this is where I talk about the fact that all but one of the Asian characters are played by white actors in yellowface. See, whether or not the production is effective isn’t just talking about special effects and set design, it’s also about casting and makeup, something which absolutely covers the fact that, again, there is one actually Asian actor in this entire serial. I must, however, take a deep sigh and say that from what I can see from the recon it does look like this serial was very well produced aside from the fucking yellowface, so I’m gonna give it a 3. If there wasn’t the casting problem it could well be a 5 but I think I really can’t do that for this.

Does it use its time well: 3/5, it’s setup mostly, and introducing the characters and the situation, but there are far worse paced setup episodes.

Are the characters consistent and well-used: 4/5, Barbara is confined to “oh no there must be monsters” duty in the first part of the episode, although she gets to use her history knowledge later on, and Susan’s relationship with Ping-Cho is established. I also any plot where Dr Who gets to be grumpy and annoyed at somebody.

Is there anything actually going on under the surface: 2/5, this part of the show is education only, and I think any themes I try to read into it are honestly me grasping at straws and entirely unintentional.

Does it avoid being a bit dodge with its politics: 1/5, the other thing that happens in this episode aside from all the yellowface that I think is particularly bad is basically everything involving the character Tegana. He’s a “bloodthirsty” Mongol warlord, and spends the entirety of the serial attempting in various unsuccesful ways to murder the main cast and steal the Tardis. That’s all a bit dodge on its own, but the part that I found the strangest was his initial reaction to the Tardis. He’s the first non-main cast member we see, and he regards them as “devils” or “evil spirits” and in his first line orders his soldiers to kill them, until Marco Polo shows up (fun fact - specified in the descriptive text on the recon as “a European man”) and tells them off for being so superstitious and stupid and not at all like the oh so rational Europeans and the whole scene leaves a nasty taste in my mouth and really sets the tone for how this serial is going to deal with this sort of thing.

Overall Score - 17/30

#doctor who #dw #dw review #first doctor #ian chesterton #barbara wright #susan foreman #marco polo #historical #missing - no animation #i do like the funky colour title sequence in the recon thats a nice detail #16-20 #im not getting screenshots for the recons instead im going to do whatever the fuck this is #season 1

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS PT. 7

gemini and pisces placements are similar in the sense that geminis are able to see things from all perspectives, while pisces are able to empathise with people who have all sorts of different perspectives. pisces placements... be careful with over-empathising with the people who hurt you to the point where you’re understanding why they did it and you start excusing their actions. gemini placements... be careful with seeking the multi-layers and million different perspectives in everything and everyone to the point where you’re driving your own mind insane and you don’t know what your opinion is anymore because you hyper-analyse so much. too much of a good ability becomes a curse.

people with venus-mars aspects have a talent for making people who hate them fall in love with them 💋

moon in the 11th house natives tend to attract friends who get into scandals. moon in the 10th house natives tend to be the ones who get into said scandals. it’s a PERFECT FRIENDSHIP

capricorn placements have a talent for knowing how to make things last. they want to prolong the enjoyment they get out of something for as long as possible, which is why their hobbies, friendships and relationships tend to last a lifetime... hedonistic sluts

since both the 7th house and the 11th house rule fandoms, celebrities with a 7th house or 11th house neptune can attract fans who view them as angels who can’t do nothing wrong — because of this, those celebrities rarely take accountability for their mistakes, since people keep pushing the “but they’re perfect :(“ light on them

pluto conjunct ascendant natives always come off as very serious during first impressions, no matter how approachable and inviting they strive to appear.

sun and moon in the 10th house people may feel as if they’re always exposed to the public eye, they can’t get away with keeping things secretive. others always notice whatever they want kept on the low. this can be especially frustrating if they notice that others aren’t exposed to the same kind of scrutiny that they are for simply existing

lilith in pisces bitches have a natural talent for appearing like angels even in situations where they are 100% guilty. it’s very easy for them to put on their vulnerable, lost puppy act lmfao, which triggers others’ protective instincts. they may be able to cry on cue when people call them out on their bullshit, making them feel like THEY’re the shitty ones for confronting the lilith native... it’s insane

lilith in the 12th house natives may feel as though the themes of lilith are trapped in their psyche, at the core of who they are and those themes become unavoidable for them — they’re always there, lurking in the shadows, becoming the center of their nightmares

people with mercury in the 1st house can feel veryyy threatened and defensive when someone possesses knowledge in an area that they don’t, it’s like it hits them right on their biggest fears. they often either try to “one-up” the other person in an attempt to heal their broken ego or shut down altogether in insecurity. it’s imperative that they work on developing a strong sense of self-worth because they can be extremely prone to comparing their mental skills to those of other people.

people with personal planets in the 12th house may feel as though a lot of their artistic drive is stifled by their lack of energy. like... in the mental realm there’s a lot going on and it’s incredible, but then you pick up a pen to actualize your visions and you feel exhaustion immediately overtaking you. it can feel like there’s a lot to your psyche that feels inaccessible to you not because you don’t want to explore it, but because you have yet to restore the energy to dive deep into it. this can be especially noticeable if there’s absolutely no 5th house energy in the chart

people with jupiter in an earth sign love being surrounded by greeneries in their home; they may take a lot of enjoyment out of taking care of plants, gardening, cooking and stuff of the sort. it makes them feel more grounded, independent, and even healed. they also LOVE scents that connect them to nature like the scent of grass and the ocean.

air mercuries can be very beware of strangers, they can feel offended when their friends make them socialize with someone they don’t know and it can take a hot while before they trust the person enough to lower their defences a bit. they need to know it’s safe before expressing their usual sexy eccentric selves in front of someone new. on the other hand, aries placements can also hate being introduced to new people through their friends but it’s mostly because they’re very territorial over them, and can’t stand the thought that this new person can hurt their friendship in any possible way

meanwhile, it’s probably an earth or leo/sagittarius mercury introducing new friends to the group. they’re so fucking good with people and it shows in how they make people feel welcomed so easily, it’s like they “take” the person in and adopt them into the group. they can’t stand seeing someone being treated like an outcast because they know how it sucks to feel rejected, so they’ll try their best to make you feel included

while on the subject of people who hate seeing others be treated like an outcast because they know how it feels like to be rejected: SCORPIO RISINGS. bro. people underestimate how chill they can actually be. if they see you being left out, they’ll approach you with no fucks given and do anything in their power to make you feel comfortable. they do so well in group settings.

and while on the subject of scorpio risings... i have a scorpio rising friend and he goes thru it on the daily. he often complains that people are always suspicious of him and that they seem repulsed by him, strangers on the street will stay tf away from him. and it’s so heartbreaking because his personality is so friendly and welcoming and it doesn’t at all match his intimidating appearance. scorpio risings have this energy that not many people can handle, others feel either really drawn to them or downright scared of them because of the “danger” element they seem to carry in them

i know two people who are both scorpio suns and libra moons and they look the exact same, even though they have different risings. brown, deep-set eyes, coarse dark hair, naturally tanner skin tone — and they have the same style as well, using lots of band t-shirts and dark clothing. scorpio energy is always so noticeable wherever it is i swear, it’s like it takes over the rest of the chart

gemini moons are what yall claim gemini venuses to be. like, seriously... have you ever met someone with a gemini venus? they don’t need constant stimulation or else they’ll get bored and cheat. not in the slightest; actually, they’re often incredibly loyal and crave longterm, committed relationships. if anything, they need stimulation outside of their relationship in the form of a good, exciting career and hobbies so that they don’t get too addicted to their partner and to constantly analysing every aspect of their relationship. gemini moons however, tend to have multiple partners throughout life and they often feat deep commitment. they can be huge players imo, IT’S THEM YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT!

sagittarius placements are so... tactile? like, they love to touch things. when they go to stores and stuff, they’ll start holding everything that catches their attention— it’s like they can only decide if they want to buy something after thouroughly exploring how it feels, the texture and the energy that the object gives them through touch. and they talk so much with their hands. it makes me so anxious like bitch you aren’t selena gomez, i promise you that you CAN keep your hands to yourself

taurus placements are so weird to me, i can’t understand them. it’s like they’re afraid of exploring their own depths, which in turn makes me unable to explore them. okay, how do i put this... it’s like they have this preset idea of who they are and after deciding so, they’re unwilling to let go of it. “i’m the stable friend who’s here for everyone even when i can barely take care of my own self” and then that’s who they are: the people who are a steady rock in the lives of others, taking care of everyone. and then they refuse to change even after getting hurt. and then, it’s like... well, you can’t just be that. you are a human who contains multitudes, but i don’t think you give yourself enough credit on how layered you are. that fear of changeability, that need to be the one stable thing in a world full of unpredictability will only damage you in the end, because you won’t get to fully experience life’s greatest pleasure: knowing yourself. becoming your own best friend, exploring every layer that there is to your being. i think you deny yourself of that experience because you fear that, with self-learning comes self-growth which leads to transformation. and you fear transformation because you don’t want to change for the worst. but like... transformation is necessary and with that comes adaptability + flexibility, which are things you could greatly benefit from.

scorpio venuses can be so pessimistic— and when they’re in a dark mindset, it’s so difficult to pull them out of it. it’s so difficult to get them to see the good in difficult situations, and to help them believe that it gets better. but even if you don’t believe me, i’ll keep telling you; it does get better. you’ll get through this.

jupiter in the 4th house is an indicator of food having been an amazing part of your childhood; there might’ve been a lot of feasts and you could’ve had a parent who loved to cook. being well fed might be a huge concern for you now; you might get sick easily when you’re eating fast food and non-traditional plates.

mercury square uranus is an extremely difficult aspect to have because, in your earlier years, you might’ve felt dumb or like there was something wrong with your intelligence because you might’ve found school difficult due to it’s structured nature that didn’t fit with the way you like to learn things— you need to learn in an interactive way that piques your interest. your anxiety and any traumatic experienced that you faced could’ve heavily impacted your school performance. you might’ve had an ease with learning but then, when it came to doing the written tests, you couldn’t perform to the best of your abilities. either way, school might’ve been a source of a lot of stress and difficulty.

mercury square pluto can have some weird manifestation where, like... you suspect things but you always suspect the wrong things. i’ve met a few people with this aspect and all of them were extremely suspicious of the most random things who were literally normal and innocent. this aspect can cause a lot of chaos to one’s interpersonal relationships because you might find yourself suspecting your loved ones in the weirdest circumstances due to your trust issues, which in return causes them to lose trust in you + the want to confide in you because you keep questioning everything they’re up to WHEN THEY’RE NOT UP TO ANYTHING IN THE FIRST PLACE. probably the most frustrating thing that can happen with this aspect is when you always suspect what you shouldn’t, but then, when sketchy things are actually happening that should be questioned, you don’t bat an eye to it. omfg it drives me insane

moon conjunct the ascendant can make someone have a very delicate appearance that gives others the impression that they need to handle you like fine china or else you might break. my mother has this at a very tight orb and whenever i bring people over, their first impression of her is always “she looks so frail”. the native might be extremely sensitive to every minor inconvenience which brings a lot of frustration to them, a feeling that they can’t control their reactions and inner turmoil. it can also suck when you don’t want to be depicted as the victim but then that’s the way everyone perceives you. the native might have very expressive and shiny eyes, and they can cry easily. it’s very difficult for them to hide their emotions.

your jupiter sign can signify where you feel an overflow of energy. jupiter in cancer may feel like you have an overflow of nurturing and protective energy towards your loved ones, with a lot of intuition and need for introspection. jupiter in leo can make you feel like you a talent for self-expression and dealing with others, being overly dramatic and prideful at times, and with a huge drive to have fun. jupiter in virgo can feel an overflow of perceptive qualities, with a huge amount of self-awareness and also awareness of your surroundings, ability to constantly analyse and a constant strive for perfection (which btw is impossible since perfection is unattainable and you’re a human being who makes mistakes and that’s completely fine. stop finding flaws where there aren’t none).

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Incurable Love

《♚ SLIGHT YANDERE / POSSESSIVE Zhongli X Reader ♚》

➳ Dynasty Au

➳ Warning : This content contains Yandere themes if you are sensitive please refrain yourself from reading it. This is purely for entertainment purpose, arts and pictures are not mine credits to respective owners, only the content is mine.

❖ You leap through the time to some dynasty and found yourself in the dark forest sunlight scatting through the leaves, on waking up you saw yourself surrounded by some men, the look on their faces made you feel some kind of outsider. They were dressed in traditional wear layers of clothes warped around them secured with leather belts, long hairs, head decorated with pretty accessories.

❖A man came forward glaring, your clothing style made them even more suspicious of you " What is your name? Who sent you here?", Starling you with his strict voice pointing a beautifully crafted weapon yet deadly in your direction that you assumed was sword. "Is this some kind of sick joke, some social experiment Hahah I ain't falling for this", you shouted looking around you for hidden cameras where are they? Other than that, it's illegal to bring people without their consent.

❖"Stop fooling around answer or die" something in his voice told you this all wasn't a joke as he put his sword near your neck. You cut your skin slightly in the attempts to push the sword away realizing it's not a play. "Do you wanna die so much?, General she doesn't look like an assassin", a young looking guy came forward, "Suspicious, everything about her is suspicious, her words, her clothes, her etiquettes, which country are you from?", Everything felt wrong you took a step back ready to run for your life while they argued with each other.

❖Your heartbeat accelerated as you ran faster than anything to save your ownself, curiously you turned your head and saw an arrow shooted towards you, subconsciously a scream left your mouth before you were pinned by the sharped arrow on the woods. "How bold are you?", General guy mocked you already on his way to grab your neck.

❖"Stop what's is this chaos for?", A deep commanding voice stopped him, he kneel down and bowed followed by all the other guys. "A sceptical girl has appeared, your majesty", he reported to the tall man dressed in all the luxury who made eye contact with yours, you adverted your eyes not wanting to offend these dangerous men after glaring at him. "Is this?", The man bend down and grabbed your chin to get a full view of your face, to find out from where you are.

"I believe people don't want to die unreasonable deaths I will ask you once where are you from?",

"I am from South",

❖You lied through your teeth making an innocent face these sharp men, hopping to not get caughted by them, his face held a cold expression clearly not showing whatever is going in his mind. "South? From felecoia island?, You hurriedly nodded your head after all you wanted was to get away from them and find your way back. "Why are you here?", "Work I need money to eat", you babbled out anything that could at least save you from his threatening presence. He was surprised, your clothing did amused him, even tho your speaking lacked manners according to the era.

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❖You were forced on Emperor Zhongli's laps reminiscing, if you would have not said the things that you said would you be somewhere else in life, why did it ended up like this?. "What are you thinking about? Today is my birthday, you should be enjoying", he said playing with your silky hair, you looked at the other side of the hall court officials drinking wine, enjoying, young girls dancing who were selected by the empress dowager so that Emperor Zhongli could choose one of them to be his wife or concubines on his birthday as gift, girls of powerful and influence families, beautiful and perfect in literature were dressed in a seductive way to win Emperor's heart but here he is looking at you with his heart eyes demanding your affection.

❖His face buried in your shoulders leaving kisses and smelling your intoxicating smell that always manages to calm him down, as you try pushing his body away with your hands that he took in his slowly intertwing, pulling your form closer, his left hands encircled your waist as he deepens the kiss running with passion as if he wants you to feel all his love towards you, his overwhelming love and desire that he can't hold back. Noble women looks at you with envy warning you to not get closer to the guy that they love.

❖Zhongli holds your hand to make you walk along side with him which was not done by any other Emperor before. Zhongli knows its wrong but he wants you to love him, piecing pain passes through his heart whenever you say you won't love him, leaving him at the verse of crying. Sometimes his love, loneliness, caring and gentle personality towards you melts your heart but his tendency to get jealous easily in small things makes you think otherwise seeing you pet an animal, he pushes it way and put his head in your lap asking you to caress his hair instead, trying to keep you closer to him all time and hugs you without your consent, making you think maybe it's a good choice to stay with him since you are not able to find your way back home.

❖Whenever you mention your timeline he holds you tight in his embrace afraid to let go so that you won't disappear. Zhongli do not show you his darker side, killing officials or their daughters and maids who plot against you on the spot, cutting their wives, husbands, concubines, sons and daughters' tongue but he isn't afraid to show you his clingingness, holding you down in his bed with him and making you his hugging pillow, trying to win your affection by showing you his pityfull and pathetic, lonely self. Surprising you that the most powerful Emperor who won each battles and states kneel infront of you begs and threatens you to love him.

❖You remember the time when you said, you liked cherry blossoms in one of your friendly lunches with Emperor, the next day you saw your backyard filled with exotic beautiful cherry blossoms trees making your jaw drop, unbelievable how did he managed to do such thing.

❖"My lady do you like it?, it's specially designed for you, each patterns are threaded perfectly, Royal tailors had spent sleepless nights to make this masterpiece asked by the Emperor", a representative tailor girl said as she carefully put the luxurious red robe around you looking for some mistaken errors trying not to displease the ruthless Emperor. Suddenly guards announced his arrival which caused head maids to retreat back, bow down and leave the chamber immediately as Zhongli springed towards you, trapping you in a hug.

❖"You look so beautiful my Empress, this should be enough", you tried to moved away from him "Empress who?, I am not any Empress", Zhongli poked your cheeks "Quit joking my love", he walked around you and stopped behind you causing you to be nervous who knows what he is planning?, Zhongli caressed your back or rather the pattern design, thread made of gold, it's Dragon's symbol which symbolizes protection, power, luck and wisdom most importantly possession of Emperor, with this on, no one will dare to come closer to you or lay their eyes on you and disrespecting you would be equal to violating Emperor's order, the punishment served will be execution, it's a simple warning to everyone.

❖Zhongli's touch caused you to jump and due to reflex you turned around to look at him, just what is this man thinking?. Zhongli grabbed your right wrist and pulled you to him making you clash against his hard toned chest, he affectionately caressed your left cheeks too drunk in your view to realize your struggles and kissed your right cheek lovingly before whispering in your ears with his deep husky voice a templating offer, "Be mine, let me love you and I will give everything you want, you are the only one I need, I am not asking much, my Goddess please be kind to me, grant me the chance to get your love, your precious than any treasure I own", before enveloping you in a desperate hug.

❖When he hugs you so affectionately but securely telling you how much he loves you that he can kill anyone, forcing you to promise that you will never leave his side whenever he finds out about your escape attempts from the shadow guards, dangerous then any other trained soldier who were assigned to guard you more like to prevent you from escaping, no wonder you always get caughted some or the other way each time you try.

❖You where gazing at all the other princes ( Emperor's brothers) gathered in imperial garden who knew they looked so handsome when Zhongli turned your face towards him by holding your chin with his index fingers " Your Highness.....what?", his angry face scared you after all he can execute anyone he wants "Go inside and wait for me", stealing a delicious view away from you "But", "Show her way inside", he commanded your maids who draged you inside.

"You should be my concubine"

"No way I will never share my husband with anyone I want to be his only wife and him to be my only husband".

❖You smiled to yourself satisfyingly he got no chance other than to leave you but instead of seeing a disappointed Zhongli you saw a blushing Zhongli, his Chief assistant was shocked who immediately turned his head in some other direction to not get his eyes plug out by the tyrant.

❖"How can I be so stupid, you shall be my only wife and be mine forever I shall be yours forever my dear wife", Zhongli said taking your left hand in his long pretty muscular hands and kissed your ring finger as your smile disappeared realizing that you digged your own grave.

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genre: smut || pwp pairing: namjoon x reader word Count: 6.3k rating: 18+ warnings: language, light dom!namjoon, explicit sexual descriptions, choking, fingering, thigh riding, infidelity, spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation, masturbation, multiple orgasms summary: Forbidden fruits always taste the sweetest… credits: thank you so much @lavienjin for betaing this for me! *PLEASE TAKE NOTE THAT THIS IS ONLY HALF EDITED. I WILL BE EDITING THE REST TOMORROW. I AM UPLOADING THIS SO THAT I CAN MAKE THE DEADLINE*

❂ Fall for Romance

The air was thick, making it hard to breathe and fill your lungs with the oxygen they desperately sought. Your whole body felt as if it were on fire, sweat breaking out over every surface trying to douse the flames licking at your flesh. A heat could be traced to the space between your legs which were spread for the viewing pleasure of the man before you.

Your half-lidded eyes could barely hold his stern gaze for longer than a few seconds. It would be hard to continue with your lewd display if you did. The thought alone that you had his complete attention makes you shiver, your fingers stuttering momentarily against your clit. Small sparks shooting from the small bundle, fanning the flames scorching your helpless form.

Perched on your professor’s office desk, spread wide open for him to see your most intimate parts as you touched yourself wasn’t like you. It certainly wasn’t the kind of thing you were into… that is until you met him; Kim Namjoon, your physics professor.

The expression ‘tall, dark and handsome’ was one you had always found cliche, but when you laid eyes on him in the lecture hall that first day, he appeared to be the embodiment of the words. His gaze, dark and alluring, entrapped you with a simple glance. When he introduced himself, the baritone of his voice struck a chord in the deepest recesses of your mind awakening something primal within you. He was meticulous in everything he did, including the way he could make you fall apart.

“You’re making a mess.”

His deep voice interrupted your thoughts as his fierce almond-shaped eyes inspected your face. His words mortified you, your knees knocking against each other as you pressed your legs together in humiliation. Scrutinized under his gaze, you cried out in shame, feeling like a scolded child.

What were you thinking, how did you let it get this far? When had you lost hold of your senses and rationale? This was never meant to happen. It started out with you asking him innocently about an assignment, but it somehow ended up with you crushed against a bookshelf with his fingers deep inside your pussy. Once the heat of the moment had passed, you both swore to not speak of it and how it would never happen again.

What liars.

Strong hands massaged your knees before pulling them apart while simultaneously drawing a gasp from your lips and ensnaring your attention once more.. His hands slid down the insides of your smooth thighs, that tremble beneath his feather-light touches.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

Your teeth chewed the corner of your lip nervously, eyes glued to one of the hands resting on your thigh. You concentrated on the warmth that permeated from him, trying to formulate a response . You came up empty-handed, feeling like an idiot before him, a man who always knew what to say.

“Did I unsettle you with my remark?” His thick lips curve into a knowing smile, as he removed his large hands from you. “There’s nothing wrong with a little mess...” He assured you, the smile growing on his lips. His fingers swiped at something on the desk before bringing them up to your face to reveal your slickness. “...it can always be cleaned up.” He continued his earlier thought, placing his digits on your lips.

Meeting his unwavering gaze, you knew what he was asking. No, demanding of you. Without sparing another thought, your lips part to welcome him. You carefully licked his fingers clean, tasting yourself for the first time in your life. It was something that had previously not appealed to you, but when the musky tang assaulted your taste buds you couldn’t withhold the moan it drew out.

In the handful of encounters you shared, he’s taught you how to enjoy so many intimate acts you had previously scorned. Acts that always made you blush or scrunch your face in disgust. But not with him. Everything he said or did turned you on beyond belief. With one look he could have you on your knees as if he were a god and you, his faithful worshipper.

“Good girl.” His praise sent butterflies fluttering in your chest. “Now please continue.”

Subtly nodding, your fingers returned to their previous position, pressing down on your clit. A small jolt shoots through you as you began rubbing your bud in large circles. A sigh escaping around his fingers still between your lips.

You glanced at him, taking in the way his eyes were drawn to the apex of your thighs; hypnotized by the rotating motions of your own smaller fingers. Feeling just a tad brave, you pressed your tongue against his fingers, instantly drawing his attention back up.

“Mouth feeling needy as well?”

Instead of answering, you tilt your head back, withdrawing his fingers before pushing back down and drawing them back in. A newfound bravery flowing through you, stimulated by your growing arousal clouding your senses as your fingers continued to stimulate your flushed pink pearl.

His lips twitched into a smile, but he bit his bottom lip to stop himself, drawing your eyes to the action. You felt him retract his fingers, making you whine and bite down gently to keep the digits from leaving.

“So adorable… so pretty… so shameless for me,” he chuckled, admiring your near-nude form.

He placed his other hand at the curve of your hip immediately, warming the places it touched as it leisurely traveled its way to your breast. The moment his palm molded to the soft mound on your chest, your back arched, seeking to be closer to his touch. Humming, he gave it a gentle squeeze and you nibble on the tips of his fingers still in your mouth in return. A sharp sting shot through your torso as he pinched a pebbled nipple.

Your lips released him, face pinched in pain and pleasure. His saliva-slicked fingers gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. You whimpered as you gazed with pleading eyes. Namjoon leaned closer and you felt your pussy clenching as you caught his familiar cologne

“A dirty little mouth with such pretty, soft lips. Perfect.” Teasingly, he lightly ran his lips against yours, pulling away each time you tried to close the distance. “Perfect for wrapping around my cock.”

Your eyes pinched shut, a needy whine escaping your throat, fingers rubbing tight circles on your hooded bud. Your breaths became harder to control as you can feel the tightness in the pit of your belly. His words only accelerated your incoming orgasm. You began grinding harder against your hand as your eyes snapped open to look at the embodiment of sex that stood before you.

As you’re reaching your peak, he slapped your hand away from your core. Wide eyes desperately search his for an answer, your body trembled in the wake of your orgasm being taken from you. Confusion marred your features, skin buzzing with pent-up frustration as his face gave away nothing but self-satisfaction. You felt so desperate at that moment you could feel tears begin to fill your tear line.

Taking notice, his smirk melted into a soft smile. His hand gently released your chin, and he leaned back into his seat, resting his arms on the rests. And the way he scanned you from head to toe made you shy once again as the haze of lust slowly began to clear. Placing your sheepish gaze on the desk, you quietly slid the sleeve of your shirt that had slipped off, back over your shoulder.

“Come here, little one.”

You glanced at him with apprehensive eyes. He smiled at you warmly, one hand patting his thigh. He waited patiently as you swallowed the jitters. You take your time sliding off the desk and approaching his lap. Turning to take a seat, his hand on your hips stopped you.

“Uh uh.” He negated your action, his other hand coming to rest on your hip as well. He turned you back to face him and slid his thigh between your legs. “Take a seat,” he whispered, gentle hands guiding you down onto your new perch.

You shivered as the cool material of his slacks grazed against your heated core. There was uncertainty sown into your body, feeling dirty as your juices soaked into the material of his pants. Trying not to ruin them, you lifted yourself slightly on trembling legs but the action was short-lived as he pulled you back down harshly.

“Where are you going?” He inquired, nose running along the shell of your ear.

“Nowhere.” You murmured, a shiver running up your spine.

“Good girl.” he hummed the praise, placing a kiss behind your ear. “Now move,” he commanded, hands guiding your hips to grind against the muscle you were seated on. “Use me to get yourself off, little one. I want to feel you soak me with your sweet ambrosia.”

His words made you clench and you pushed down against him involuntarily. You moaned quietly, brows pinching in pleasure. Your core was the steel and his strong thigh the flint that grind together to spark a fire deep inside of you once more. A euphoric haze clouded your mind, giving you the feeling of weightlessness.

Your eyes watched him from beneath your lashes, lids too heavy with pleasure to fully lift. You saw the hunger in him as he clenched his jaw, eyes almost dilated black. The grip on your hips tightened, pushing you harder down against him. Biting your lip, you tried to keep from moaning loudly with each delicious stroke against your clit. The rough material of his pants drenched in your juices created such pleasurable friction, stroking the roaring fire in your belly.

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching, and you knew he could tell by the filthy things he leaned in to whisper in your ear. You clung to each lewd word, core clenching when he would accentuate what he said by tugging your earlobe between his lips.

“I can’t wait to be inside your tight cunt, little one.”

You moaned loudly at those words, memories of your previous trysts heavy on your mind; Remembering how well he stretched your walls, stroking the deepest recesses of your womb. Your hips move faster desperately chasing your end while ignoring the burning exhaustion in your thighs.

“That’s it.” He moaned, hands gripping your hips tightly and pressing his thigh harder against your womanhood. “Come for me, little one.”

Blinding white light filled your vision, back arching painfully as your orgasm completely took over. You felt momentarily suspended in time as your body thrashed in his hold. When you came back to your senses, his hands were helping you rut against him, riding out your orgasm. Placing a dainty hand against his shoulder, you pushed, another hand wrapping around one of his wrists as you tried to lift away.

“Uh uh.” He tightened his grip on you and pulled you down hard. “We’re not finished playing.”

You cried out, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. Hunching over, your hands gripped at his forearms, nails digging in his skin through the fabric. Each time you tried to remove yourself, he pulled your hips down harder.

“Please! I can’t! Please, no more!” You plead hopelessly. Your body couldn’t take much more, your poor, battered clit too sensitive. But he continued, steadfast in his control of your arousal.

“You can take it.” He placed a kiss on your sweat-drenched forehead. “I know you can… you’re a resilient little one.”

You whimpered, shaking your head in denial. Your thighs were shaking hard, painful pleasure shooting from your hooded bud. There was no way you could continue like this, you wanted to cry. Then as if to mock you, the pain began to ebb away and pleasure once more took over. You blinked in disbelief, chest heaving for air.

It was that moment that a freezing dose of reality washed over you both as the sounds of knocking echo through the now deafeningly silent room. Both freezing in place, your large terrified eyes stared at his composed face; the very slight tremble in his eyes betraying his mask of calm.

You jumped upon hearing another knock. Panic sets in as you shot away from him, your mind abuzz with how fucked you were. Your trembling hands clutched your shirt close around you, breathing becoming harder when you start to hyperventilate.

Feeling his hands settle on your shoulders, he turned you to face him. “Relax. Breathe.”

Your eyes widen incredulously. “Relax? H-how when we’ve been caught!?” You whispered back harshly.

“We haven’t been caught yet. But we will be if you don’t get a hold of your emotions.” He stated sternly, his face the picture of calm and collected. “Now, I need you to crawl beneath the desk. Can you do that?”

Trying to gain control of your breaths, you nod, putting your full trust in him.

Returning your nod, he stepped away from you to give you room to squeeze under the desk. Once hidden, you tried to calm your erratic heart; taking deep breaths to help restore calm to your mind.

“Hello? Professor Kim? Are you in?”

Your heart all but stuttered to a stop as you recognized the voice. Oh fuck. You heard Namjoon walk over and let them in.

“I’m sorry to bother you.”

“It’s not a bother, young man.” You heard the professor reply, voice growing closer and signaling he was returning to his seat. A few seconds your suspicions are confirmed, as you hear the wheels of his desk chair behind you. Your ears pick up a second pair of steps before the desk, belonging to the male who’d almost caught the forbidden affair.

Hiding beneath the large desk on all fours, you appreciated how spacious the space beneath was, feeling grateful for not feeling claustrophobic. You covered your mouth, hoping to conceal your ragged breaths as your eyes could just make out the tips of visitor’s shoes from beneath the thin sliver the front panel of the desk allowed.

You lean away, praying he can’t see your fingers, shuffling them back to keep them from sight.

Feeling you bump into his knees, the older man’s eyes narrowed briefly, completely unnoticed by the younger who stood before him. Leaning back in his seat, his hand falls to rest on his thigh before clearing his throat.

“How may I help you...?” He trails off, hoping the young male supplies the missing information.

“Oh! Jimin. Park Jimin, sir.”

“Professor Kim Namjoon. But you seem to already know that.” Jimin nods confirming his conclusion and Namjoon repeats the question from before now that introductions were out of the way.

The younger man scratches the back of his neck as he shuffles from one foot to the other. Biting his lip he seems to think better of having come before sighing as comes to a decision. Eyes turn back to the professor, lips parting as Jimin asks him if he’d seen you.

“Yes, I have.”

The professor replies, eyes looking at the young male inquisitively. Trying to gauge where his mind was at, he could perceive by his body language how uncomfortable he was.

Perking up, the corners of Jimin's lips pulled up slightly, brown eyes lighting up.

“Do you know where she is? I haven’t been able to get a hold of her, so I’m a bit worried.”

“Why would I know where she is?” He tossed back, eyes imperceptibly glancing down to take in the sight of you on full display beneath the desk. He notices you shuffling, trying to find a comfortable position and he spreads his legs, allowing you more space before returning his gaze to the male before him.

“I…” Jimin trails off, unsure of why he felt so intimidated by the man before him. He didn’t know how you were able to sit in his class much less visit his office for help. Chewing the inside of his lip, he mentally chides himself for being so unnerved. Deciding to man up, he voices his thoughts. “I just assumed you might know where she went since this is the last place she said she’d be.”

One of Professor Kim’s hands moves to massage one of your soft globes, giving it a gentle squeeze; a long digit glides between your lips before sinking into your warmth. He feels you squeeze around him, juices leaking when he pulls out before pushing back in slowly, eyes never leaving Jimin’s.

“I’m assuming she’s your girlfriend? Is that why you’re inquiring about her whereabouts?”

The brunette nods back in reply, soft lips parting to explain further. Namjoon can only give him half of his attention, the other half attending to inserting a second digit within your hot walls. His face never betrays the tightness of his imprisoned cock, chained tightly in place by his dark slacks. Pumping his fingers a few times before retracting them from your core. Sneaking one more glance, he watches your entrance clench around nothing, craving more of his touch.

He almost feels pity for the poor soul standing before him. Here he was inquiring after you, unaware of how close you were, enjoying the touch of another. The thought makes a swell of selfish pride bloom in his chest, and it takes a lot to keep it from displaying on his face.

Wiping his wet digits against your skin, he rests an elbow on the arm of his seat. He runs his fingers on the skin beneath his nose, simulating being in thought; all the while inhaling the scent of your sweet warmth. His darkened gaze meets the expectant one of your boyfriend, and he takes a moment to swallow the flood of saliva that had overrun his mouth.

“Mr. Park was it?” He waits for Jimin’s confirmation before continuing. “Mr. Park, I am here to teach youth like yourself, not babysit. If you’ve misplaced your girlfriend, then I suggest you look elsewhere. I have unfinished business to attend to if you don’t mind.” Strong gaze not leaving room for any more conversation.

The younger man’s gaze lands on the ground before him, feeling like a child who’d been scolded by his parents. A part of him felt frustrated, hating how little Namjoon made him feel. Clenching his jaw—thinking better of causing you any trouble with your professor—he slowly nods, a quiet apology leaving his lips before swiftly making his way out of the room.

Standing from his seat, Namjoon calmly makes his way to lock the door, leaving no room for another interruption. Stuffing one of his hands in his pocket, he contemplates the severity of the situation. The carelessness he’d shown moments before Jimin's intrusion. This was a dangerous game, one he knew better than to have become entangled in. But now that he’d tested the waters he couldn’t help but give in to lustful sin of the flesh and his greed to claim you.

The sound of something banging against wood breaks him out of his reverie. Remembering you were still in the room, he returns to his desk. A battle raging within him, clarity beginning to settle with every step he came closer to you. This had to end. He would not sacrifice his life’s work for some young pussy.

He had every intention of voicing his decision until his eyes landed on you. Your small form sitting on your knees, one of your hands clenching your shirt closed at your sternum as the other clutched your skirt and undergarments. Your large eyes make contact with his sharp gaze, holding it as you search for reassurance of your boyfriend’s exit.

“He’s gone.”

He sees you visibly relax as you release a deep sigh. Standing on shaky legs, apologies nervously tumble from your trembling lips. And he can’t help the way his jaw clenches and his gaze darkens as the younger man’s name escapes your mouth. Shooting out a hand he clutches your wrist, stopping you from attempting to fix your appearance. He can see the question in your sweet gaze, and it makes his balls ache; only fueling the conclusion that he was a depraved man.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I, um should get going, no...? I mean, he’s looking for me.”

“So?”

You seem to become speechless, unable to form a proper response, so he continues.

“You didn’t seem to care when I was knuckle deep, stroking your walls with my fingers.”

“That’s not fair! I couldn’t exactly tell you to stop in front of him.” An indignant look on your pretty face, small hands clenched at your sides. The sudden image of those same small hands wrapped around his thick member raises his heart rate and pumps more blood in the straining bulge in his pants.

Shaking free of the fantasy, he counters adamantly, “You can lie all you want but that sweet cunt of yours can’t lie to me. It squeezed my fingers so tight, greedily begging for more attention; dripping with every curve of my finger. Did you enjoy that I was touching you, knowing he was here?”

“Don’t.”

His eyes follow the way you swallow hard.

“Did little miss innocent, wish it were my cock instead? Taking you in front of him?”

His ever-watchful gaze catches your thighs clenching, face flushing in shame and lust, contradicting your whisper of “Please don’t.”

“I did.” His confession cuts through the charged air.

Dark almond-eyes meet your bewildered gaze, unwavering in his declaration.

“I wanted to fuck you in front of him. Show him the face you make when a real man satisfies your needs. I desired nothing more than for him to see the way you beg for my cock... how that innocent mouth of yours swallows my seed—never spilling a drop.”

He takes a tentative step toward you, observing if you’d take off or not. A useless thing to do, because he knew you wouldn’t. He could tell the moment your grip loosened and dropped your clothing. Your shirt barely covers your torso as it lay open over the valley of your breasts.

“A boy like him could never fill you the way a man like me could.” He steps in closer, now invading your personal space. Circling you, he brushes your hair off your shoulder and places a light kiss on the smooth skin. Stopping behind you, he buries his nose in your hair getting lost in the scent of your honey shampoo. His arms wrap around your waist, leading you back against him. “I will carve my name into your walls with my cock so that everyone knows I’m the only man able to bring you this much pleasure. Is that what you want?” Slowly, and deliberately with each word he grinds his clothed member against your ass.

You release a single sinful moan, and it's enough for the chain on his self-control to finally snap; gripping your hair tightly, he roughly bends you over his desk. His ears pick up your shocked gasp, but his mind is too far gone to care.

Large hands fondle at the soft globes of your backside, waiting as your breath evens out moments before a loud smack of hand on flesh vibrates through the air. His eyes drink in the way the meat of your cheek jiggles as he repeats the action once more, adoring every whimper that slips from you. Lifting and dropping the weight of his palm on the other cheek, he bites back a growl when finally instead of a cry, a moan rips out of you.

Spanking your reddened cheek once more, he uses his other hand to unbutton his slacks and finally loosen the zippered prison suffocating his manhood. Untucking his shirt, he pushes his pants down around the top of his thighs, palming himself through the underwear still adorning his hips. Damn, even something this simple was driving his senses crazy, the wet spot growing in size when he grips his member.

From his peripheral, he catches you turning your head to look back at him. Your eyes immediately focus on the hand trying to relieve himself of some of the pressure that had built up. The way you eat him up with just your gaze, makes his ego swell and his thumbs hook into his briefs; sliding them down to join his trousers, cock springing to smack against his clothed abdomen.

His eyes zero in on your teeth tugging your bottom lip into your mouth, before moving his attention to your weeping core, your juices leaking and landing on the wooden floor of his office. Shifting his gaze back to your perspired face, he wraps one large hand around himself and watches the way you abuse your bottom lip further.

“Hungry for cock, little girl?” He strokes himself, giving himself relief, as the whine that leaves your pouty lips strokes his pride. Once more he strokes himself, not at all embarrassed by the fact that you can see the head of his cock weeping to be inside of you.

The look in your glassy eyes, and flushed cheeks tells him all he needs to know but he wants more. He needs to hear you say it, needs to hear you beg for him to take you. No matter how enticing you look, standing on the tips of your toes and swaying your core for him, he will withhold until he hears you beg.

Taking a step to close the space between you, he uses his hold on his member to smack your ass. You arch at the heavy weight of his manhood landing on the soft flesh of your cheek and he glides his free hand down your back, pushing your shirt up your back to reveal more of the soft skin beneath. Bending over you, he lands a few open mouth kisses onto the newly revealed flesh. Tongue lapping sensually, before he sucks the skin into his mouth harshly.

You mewl pushing back against him, pulling a groan from him as you push against his cock, cushioning it between your cheeks. Standing tall once more, he places his hands on either side of your soft ass cheeks. Pushing them together, his hips push forward delighting in the satisfying friction you provided.

He could feel you try to angle higher, desperately seeking to feel him elsewhere but he would not relent. With a smirk on his lips, he pulled his hips back and pushed forward, slotting himself between your lips, teasingly prodding your hooded bud with the head of his erection. A cry of frustration meets his ears, choosing to ignore it he wiggles his hips against you, rubbing against your heated, moist core.

“Please...” a watery plea fills the heated air between you.

Heart skipping a beat, he takes a moment to moisten his lips, hands sliding to caress your hips. “Please what?” His fingers rubbing soothing circles into your flesh, trying to coax the words out of you. “You need to tell me what you want so that I can give it to you.” His voice takes on a comforting tone.

“Please… I need you inside me,” you whisper, hands curling into fists at either side of your head.

“I can’t hear you, little girl.” Namjoon pulls back slightly to circle your hole with his shaft. “Only those who speak up get what they desire.”

Silence reigns in the large office, as he waits patiently for your answer. He removes himself from you slowly, deciding to change tactics. If he couldn’t persuade you with his touch then he would deny you it completely.

And it was then you pushed yourself up, turning desperate eyes to search for him. One dainty hand shooting out to grip at the sleeve of his shirt, tugging him closer. “Please! Please don’t!” you frantically beg. “I need you inside me! Professor Kim please fuck me!”

When he blinked, you were bent over the desk, one hand wrapped tightly in your silken strands and cock buried deep inside of you. A wanton moan clawing its way out of your throat, your walls squeezing him so hard as if they were trying to milk him right then and there. Taking a few calming breaths, he clenches his eyes shut trying to regain control over his baser instincts.

Fuck, you felt amazing around him. He’d had you many times and yet he couldn’t get enough, he was like a starved wolf, you his prey. He knew he would never tire of getting lost within you. And that should’ve been enough to worry him, to get him to stop this illicit affair; this forbidden relationship between teacher and student. But he was not the strong man he thought himself to be. A few heated looks from your large doe eyes, and a couple of lewd words out of that innocent mouth of yours and he’s lost in the pure, unadulterated desire to conquer your pussy.

“There’s something about a virtuos little mouth saying such filthy things that makes me want to fuck you raw.” He grinds his hips, burrowing himself deeper within you. “Let me remind you who this cunt belongs to.” He growls, pulling back before snapping his hips forward to bury himself inside again, pushing a cry out of you.

Licking his lips he moans quietly, setting a hard pace. Plunging into you roughly, one hand gripping your hip as the other tugs on your hair. The lewd sounds of your sexes meeting and your arousal gushing out with each plunge spurring his need on.

As if those weren’t enough, you were babbling in between moans, words almost incoherent stroking his ego and turning him on even more. The sounds you make are almost angelic to his ears, each moan growing in volume with every thrust.

“Professor please, please, please” You plead uselessly as he pounds into your warmth. Your hands searching blindly for a place to find purchase before uselessly clenching by your head.

“Please what, little one? What do you want?”

Your next words take him completely by surprise, and he knows once you’ve left you’ll feel mortified for having uttered them.

“Please! Stuff me full of your cum!”

It takes every inch of self control he has to not empty himself right then and there. Although successful he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Pulling out of you, he pulls you to stand by your hair and turns you around. Hand wrapping around your neck he draws you close to place the lightest kiss on your lips. Hooking an arm around your waist, he effortlessly lifts your small form to sit at the edge of his desk.

Leaning in, he presses his forehead against yours, centimeters separating your lips. Laying a hand on your pubic bone, he lazily flicks your clit with his thumb. Placing a kiss on your lips, the hand around your throat gently tightens, squeezing a soft moan out of you.

A small grin curls Namjoon’s lips as he rubs them against yours. “You want me to stuff this little cunt?”

The way you dreamily nod your affirmation, large eyes glazed over in arousal, has him press harder down on your bud. Your lips part in a silent cry as the grasp on your throat impedes anything more.

He aligns himself at your entrance, but doesn’t push in. Instead he rubs tight circles against your bundle of nerves harder, gaze shifting to the pool of arousal on his desk. Swallowing the influx of saliva, he returns his gaze to you.

“Are you sure, little one?”

“Yes, please.“ Your eyes meet as you give him verbal confirmation.

Not another word is exchanged, as he embeds himself to the hilt within your welcoming walls. He picks his rough pace up once more, spearing into your womb with desperation. All the while, his face maintained it’s cool facade.

Relieving your clit of his rough touch, he lifts his hand and shoves it into your hair. Wrapping your strands tightly around his fingers, and pressing the digits of his opposing hand down on your pulse he crashes your mouth on his. Tongue shoving its way into your mouth to play and press against your own, teeth clicking as they crashed against one another.

He growls into the sloppy kiss as he feels your walls begin to stutter around him. Breaking the kiss, he releases his grasp on your hair and guides you onto your back with the grasp he has on your throat. His other hand returns to its previous location on your pelvis, immediately setting about abusing your bundle of nerves.

His dark eyes feast on your small form, spread open for him, taking in how your cunt sheathes him over and over. Your back arching off the wooden surface as your shoulders are pinned down by his hold on you. He can feel himself drawing closer with each shallow gasp, and cry that escapes you. His balls tightening as he spears into you faster, he pressed his thumb furiously against your clit wanting you to cream around his hard cock, your walls milking him for what you desired most.

“Cum for me, little one. Drench me in your sweet nectar,” he growls, perspiration dropping from his chin and landing on your abdomen. Thumb swiping roughly over your clit, pushing you over the edge as you tighten around him. “That’s right, let go. Milk me dry, you greedy little girl.” His hand releases your throat as your walls expand around him hands gripping your hips so tight he would later worry if he’d left marks, as he thrusts twice before sheathing himself fully into your hot cunt, and all sound ceases to exist the moment he reaches his peak; cock twitching as he spills his seed deep within you, a guttural groan leaving his lips. Aftershocks shoot up his spine like a tree branching out pleasure to every corner of his body.

He flinches, feeling the lightest touch of your fingers trace of his sweat-covered cheek. His senses slowly return to him, as his eyes flutter open to take in your angelic form. Face dewy with perspiration, large eyes roaming over his face and a gentle smile on your soft lips.

The final sense to return is sound when he hears you whisper his name warmly. It makes his heart skip a beat, as he places his palms on either side of your waist, leaning his weight forward to catch his breath. His eyes roam over you, checking to make sure you’re alright. He sees the beginning of bruises around your hips and brushes his fingers soothingly over them. His eyes slide up to your neck, and he thanks his lucky stars there were none around your neck.

Done with his assessment, he begins to shuffle back, a shiver runs up his back as his softened member slips out of your warm entrance. He pulls his briefs and slacks up, quickly tucking his shirt in before zipping and buttoning himself into his previously composed state.

Brushing a hand through his hair, he leans down and picks up your discarded clothing. He gently helps you redress as you sit up on the edge of the desk. Placing soft kisses along your neck and forehead, quiet praises spilling from his lips as he tries to ensure you’re alright. He had not meant for things to go as far as they had, but the sight of your boyfriend had hit a nerve. He’d known about your relationship, long before your first encounter but it was easy to forget about someone he’d never spoken a single word to before, nevermind never interacted with.

“Are you hurting anywhere?” He asks, seeking reassurance from you. His eyes could only take so much into account.

“I’m fine. I promise.” Your words dispelling his worries, as you cup his cheek comfortingly.

He nods, turning to place a kiss in your warm palm before pulling away; allowing you room to slip off the wooden surface. He watches you straighten your clothing, and run your fingers through your tangled strands, trying to make yourself look presentable.

He hears you clear your throat, as you walk over to pick your bag up. You turn to look at him, and he can read your suddenly awkward body language, something he’s grown used to after each of your visits. Biting your lip, you clear your throat again. “I’ll be going now. I’ve got to catch up with…”

His jaw clenched at the reminder of your boyfriend, and he wonders if his face reveals his annoyance as you trail off mid sentence. Lifting his chin proudly, a scowl in his dark eyes as he looks down at you shifting uncomfortably.

“You're still stuffed full of my cum, correct?”

You nod, fingers fiddled with the edge of your skirt as you stared at the ground.

“Good. I want you to keep it all inside of you while you’re with him.”

Your wide eyes shoot up to his own in incredulity. He sees your lips part and cuts you off before you can say a single word.

“I’ll be seeing you, for your next tutoring session.” He turns, walking behind his desk and reorganizing the mess on the it’s wooden surface. “You may leave now.” He looks up at your bewildered form, while he stacks a few of the books that had fallen on the ground.

His eyes follow your every move as you nod slowly, and carefully make your way to the entrance of his office. Unlocking the door, you swing it open and turn back to glance at him.

“Professor.”

“Seat 287.”

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