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algumaideia · 3 years

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SJM treatment of Tamlin and why it is wrong

You know, she treated Tamlin so bad that only because of that I became his stan. That is literally the only reason why I am pro Tamlin. Just that.

First, Tamlin did abused Feyre and Lucien in the second book. This is a fact. So don’t say that I’m here trying to appologize an abuser because I’m not. Actually the story that I wanted for Tamlin is that Feyre kicks him and go do whatever because I don’t care about her, Tamlin feels sad then goes after her, she says how bad he was and etc, Tamlin feels depressed because he realizes she is right, Lucien brings the Tamlin out of his depressive state through the power of friendship, Tamlin tries to be a better person, Tamlin becomes Tarquin’s friend, they both rebuild their court together. You see, my character arc for him has a part where he acknowledge he was being abusive(something that Rhys never did cof cof).

Anyway let’s start with why SJM treatment of Tamlin was wrong.

I don’t know if my post needs it, but just in case. TW: abuse, ptsd, trauma, depression, sjm bad writing.

Ptsd, trauma and abuse

You know, at the same time that I know Tamlin’s abuse was wrong and horrible I also want to ignore it because, besides the negligence, it was just bad writing. What do you mean by bad writing? Well, let’s compare Tamlin’s ptsd with Kaz and one of my main characters. Why am I going to compare ptsd when I am talking about abuse? I am going to do so because Tamlin’s abuse is caused by his ptsd. Other point, I know it is imature, but I’m very insecure about my writing and compare SJM writing with mine makes me feel better. I’m sorry about that.

Kaz passed through a horrible experience and because of that he has extreme touch aversion. But the trauma and ptsd didn’t change his personality, they weren’t responsables to make a good kid become a rough boy that is the leader of a gang. The circunstances did it (I haven’t read the second book yet, no spoleirs). Of course that the trauma changed the way he interacted with people but what made him change was the fact that he was a lonely child with a heart full of hatred and desire for vengence living in a place full of thieves and gangs. Now Jafari, my main character, also lived a traumatic experience. He has nightmares, triggers and intrusive thoughts. However, the “basis” of his ptsd is that he ignores and avoids his emotions, his grief and his trauma. He doesn’t like conflicts, he is passive, he doesn’t deal with things, he just let things solve themselves. And that’s why his ptsd is based on him avoiding dealing with what happened and trying to process what happened.

Tamlin’s abuse and ptsd is based on three things: anger, neglect and being controlling. To be fair the neglect and controlling part makes sense, but I still have problems with them. Now the anger is so weird. I don’t remember Acotar pretty well but during all the time Tamlin was UTM he had control over his actions and feelings. Amarantha wanted to hurt him by hurting his love and his friends, she was also problaby sexually assalting him. Tamlin saw Feyre being tortured, suffering and being sexually abused and he never showed any reaction because he knew if he did that Amarantha would make everything worse for her. Considering that how his ptsd and abuse is he having no control towards his anger? It makes no sense.

In the first book Lucien insults and makes fun of Tamlin all the time and Tamlin has no problem with it. Not only that but his court has no ranks, not like Rhys’ court cof cof. But now Lucien can’t give him even a suggestion that he is almost killing his only friend who survived during Aramanthas reign? Sigh That’s my problem with Tamlln being a control freak. And I aslo have the feeling that SJM only put it so then Rhys could say it is your choice all the time.

About the neglect, Tamlin was trying to rebuilt his court, was dealing with his trauma and there was also the fact that Feyre wasn’t safe since other High Lords would be mad with her for having their powers. Tamlin neglecting Feyre is logical. But people forget that Feyre was also neglecting Tamlin. As I said I don’t remember Acotar pretty well but I think that Tamlin asked how Feyre was at some point, but Feyre never did that. She was all: ohhh Tamlin knows that I am throwing up and having nightmares why he does nothing? Tamlin isn’t sleeping well too, but he never asks me how am I doing. You want to blame Tamlin for his negligence towards Feyre? Good, do it, you are right. But Feyre did the same thing. She NEVER EVER even thought to ask if Tamlin was okay, or acknowlegded that he was also suffering.

At least Tamlin tried to communicate with her, Feyre never did that. For example he gave her paints so then she could start painting again. And this was good, Feyre was depressed and that is why she didn’t painted. One thing that depressed people do sometimes is to avoid doing things they know will make them happy. Feyre was doing that. And this was also Tamlin trying to communicate with Feyre and she just ignored it and then was angry because he didn’t know that she couldn’t stand the color red, but Rhys knew. This is so wrong.

1. Rhys only knew that because he invaded her mind and discovered something she wasn’t confortable talking with anyone.

2. She never told about her problem with the color red with Tamlin. She never talked with him. How was he supposed to know?

3. This was the perfect opportunity to talk about that with him, but she didn’t.

Tamlin's ptsd was ignored through the whole series, he was treated as the worst person ever when Rhys who did the same things was treated as the best person in Earth and his logical actions were treated as stupid.

Tamlin’s “illogical” actions

You know, there is a lot of memes that say how Tamlin was stupid to think that Feyre would like to come back to him after spending sometime with Rhys. Yeah, how dumb! Why he would think that he love of his life would like to come back to him after being kidnapped by the guy who sexually abused her for months, the guy who joined Amarantha for no reason, the guy who has been known for torturing people and having a court full of miserable fae. Hahaha so dumb!! She even sent him a letter saying she didn’t want anything with him, and he was stupid to go after her anyway. I mean, the guy known for being a psycho that kidnapped her was also able to control minds so why wouldn’t he believe in the letter? Hahahaha. *Sigh*

A lot of people criticize Tamlin for colecting taxes in Acomaf, like how could he? People first, where do you think all Rhys money came from? His work? Second, it was the first time he did it in 50 years and he postponed it a month. He was trying to get everything back to normal. Besides taxes are an important part of a governament, it is from them that the governament can make things, like hospitals, better streets(at least they were supposed to do so). SJM didn’t make it clear what a HIgh Lord job is. She said that Tamlin job is to protect the Spring Court, but in every other moment it is implied that High Lord are likes kings so I don’t know. Anyway this makes perfect sense, congratulations to Tamln.

Then he allies with Hybern and people act like he did that to take Feyre back form Rhysand. How dumb! Hahaha. He did that to save his people. The Spring Court was in a delicated position, he lost a lot of his friends during Amarantha reign and they were problaby responsable to protect the Spring Court. The agreement would protect this people, got Feyre back and made him able to spy Hybern. And this is more than Rhys did. He only tortured people to protect a hidden city, nothing more.

In the war meeting he had the all the right to be angry, but it wasn’t nice to say that about Feyre. I won’t say anything more because I could write a whole post about how wrong this meeting was.

And finally he helped to resurrected Rhysand and it was put as an amazing thing. But it was nonsense. Why he helped the guy who kidnapped his love and manipulated her? Why he helped the guy who sent his love to destroy his court? Why he helped the guy who allied with Amarantha for no reason? Why he helped the guy who is known for being a monster for years? Specialy condering that this guy could get his powers. And after that Rhys decieded to visit Tamlin and make him more miserable than he already us. But that’s ok because Rhys is the best male. Not only that but Rhys now is visiting Tamlin oftenly in Acofs apparently. This makes me so ANGRY.

This was my messy post.

Best regards,

Me.

Ps. Sorry for writing makes sense and its variations too much, but that is because I don’t know English that well so my knowledge is very limited.

#anti sjm #sjm critical #anti acotar #anti acowar #anti acomaf #anti feyre #anti rhysand #anti feysand #tamlin #lucien #lucien vanserra

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futurewriter2000 · 4 years

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Girls play Games, Women don’t. - pt.10 - final part

A/N: Okay, so here we are. I still haven’t started to write it, so this is just before part and after I finish and I’ll see if I’m going to make a epilogue? Or is it a prologue? Damn. I gotta google. - It’s epilogue. I knew that, I just had to be sure. --- Finished. So freaking long but it was all just as I imagined. Even better tbh. I think we all deserve a good epilogue out of this.

It was managable. It wasn’t perfect but you were a Slytherin and Slytherins are definetly known for their resourcefulness.

You were in your most comfortable sweatpants. They weren’t yours, they were Sirius’ and he didn’t mind sharing... to your knowledge. It was steamingly hot and you could barely breathe in the T-shirt, also Sirius’. Everything was from Sirius’ because you really hadn’t had a chance going back to your parents’ house to gather your things and leave peacfully.

You had just finished with all the exams Dumbledore was kind to give you so late in July but after the results, you are sure you will graduate and have your Hogwarts’ diploma.

Lately, after the exams you had done nothing but sit around this old, disintegrating apartment as Sirius just started his internship job in Auror’s office. He was usually late home and gone before you woke up. You two barely spent any time together but when you did he was always filling up the paperwork. He kept appologizing to you and saying he will make it up to you, which you didn’t mind but still missed him dearly when he left.

Now, you waited for the results. When you get results, you get your diploma and when you get your diploma, you can get yourself a job.

Until then, you have to deal with this apartment.

So you did.

You took the television from the unpacked box and with some hard effort moved it closer to the electrical socket. Since the cabel was short, you had to push the big box closer and was finally abel to turn it on. When you did, you skipped programe from programe on the buttons under the TV screen- you had no idea where the remote was- until you found the music programe.

Smiling to some background music, you stood back up and looked at the piles of unapacked boxes. “Let’s do this.” you smiled and started with the living room.

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Sirius was climbing up the stairs, panting and looking up at the pile of stairs that awaited him. He was exhausted from today’s work so much, he was afraid of apparating. His brain was drained as if the Ministry squeezed every bit of them until they’re dry like the desert. He just wanted to provide for you. He wanted you to have everything you want, not this apartment he had to rent and ask James for some money to lent. It wasn’t fair but he had to. For you.

He finally managed to get to the door, putting the key in and opening them.

He heard a music playing and he immediately sobered up. He was not tired as before since his ear felt something so relaxing and familiar to his ears.

‘ I know your eyes in the morning sun I feel you touch me in the pouring rain And the moment that you wander far from me I want to feel you in my arms again... ‘

He smiled at the song. Bee Gees? He didn’t think you would know them.

He walked into the living room, finding sofa cleaner than before, a coffee table in front sinking into a furry rug he had no idea where it came from. The coffee table was glass and it had an adorable little cloth in the middle with a candle and two remote controls. He looked to his left and found the TV sitting on a small chest with two drawers.

That chest was broken? How did you make it stand up like that?

It was at that question his nostrills sense a nice scent of roasted chicken, leading him into the kitchen.

He walked to find you standing behind the counter, cutting the paprika fairly quickly with the sharp knife, your fingers carefully hidden under your joints. Your hair were up in a bun with a few strands sticking out and a headband around your head. You jumped your head to the song, singing softly.

‘ How deep is your love, how deep is your love How deep is your love? I really mean to learn 'Cause we're living in a world of fools Breaking us down when they all should let us be We belong to you and me.’

He let you continue without knowing he was standing behind you. He was afraid that if he says anything, you might jump and cut yourself with the knife.

The song changed to Brandy by Looking Glass and you started gently thursting your hips left and right, catching Sirius’ attention. You wore his sweatpants that fell so perfectly down your wide hips, hugging your curves just in the right places. Seemingly, you cut his shirt into a crop top, showing your lacy bra that peeked under the shirt.

Sirius couldn’t help himself to grin. Especially when the song changed again: Cheryl by Yung Gravy.

You put the knife down and grabbed the wooden spoon, sliding to the pot but not for stirring. “ Juice, sauce, little bit of dressing (Ooh) Ice, wrist, little bit of flexing..” you opened the lid and finally stirred the sauce, shimmying your shoulders as you did and making Sirius laugh behind you.

You jumped at the sound of his chuckle, looking at him with wide eyes and blushing completely red into your cheeks.

“You’re home!?” you exclaimed, touching your messy hair and looking down at your outfit, knowing you cut his shirt in half. “I- uh- it was really hot and uh-” he started to approach you with opened arms, grinning cheekily. “I meant to change before you came- uh- you’re-” he was holding you in his and kissing you softly on your lips. “- early.” you smiled as he pulled away, putting his hand on your cheek and brushing his thumb across it.

The song changed again: George Harrison - My Sweet Lord

“Sweet Lord indeed.” he looked you up and down and started to kiss you again and as much as that pleased you, your sauce might got overcooked.

Giggling to yourself, you pushed him away a bit, still holding him around the hips as both of you swayed to the pot. “Oh, Lover as much as you want to, the sauce is dearly important.” you gave him a peck and stirred again, turning off the stove and moving the pot on the other side, letting it cool of.

“You did all of this in one day?” he asked, looking around the kitchen and how brightly it shined.

You looked over your shoulder, catching his eye and winking at him. “I had nothing better to do anyway.” you grabbed the apple cider and olive oil, mixing the salad.

“Can you just put the plates and cutlery?” you glanced at the drawers to the side and he didn’t think twice to argue. If he was honest, he was hungry just as he was exhausted.

“Don’t mind if I do.” he quickly set up the table as you turned to leave the kitchen.

“Okay, I’ll just go get dressed-”

“Dressed?” he quickly took your hand and pulled you back. “I prefer you in my clothes.”

It was your time to smile cheekily at him, tapping his cheek with your finger and matching his grin. “No, you don’t.” you gently removed his hands from your waist and left to your bedroom.

Surprised, he kept staring after you, wanting to go see but objecting himself. “I’m marrying this woman.” he kept smiling and hearing something tumble in the bedroom.

It didn’t take you longer than 15 minutes when you walked back into the living room, finding him in the balcony, leaning over the fence and smoking his cigar. As much as you hated him smoking, you knew it was the only thing that kept him awake enough to spend some time with you.

You followed as quietly as you could, placing your hands over his eyes and kissing his ear gently. You could feel him smile just by feeling his cheeks touch the edges of your hand. He put his hands over yours and turned around slowly.

When he opened his eyes, he found you wearing a silk, red dress, which hugged your hips, your breast and your thighs. The edge was a few inches above the knee, your hair pinned back and some curls nicely loose in front of you. They were still a bit messy but you did think you had more time before he came home. With no foundation, the cream made your skin glow in the light just perfectly, an eyeshadow gorgeously done yet never seen on you before, mascara outlining your eyelashes and black underline exposing your twinkling eyes he adored so deeply.

“Wow.” he marveled, taking your hands in his and putting them behind his neck. “I wonder what would happen if I was late?”

“You’d probably faint.” you joked and he let out a laugh.

He kept looking at you, his hands on your hips, then on your face to your hair to everywhere they could touch. “You look absolutely stunning.” he kept looking and touching, as if you weren’t even real.

“Thank you.” you blushed again, giving him a soft peck on the lips and causing his stomach to burst from all the butterflies.

He felt his hands clammy, his heartbeat rise up as the next tought entered his mind.

You noticed his uncomfort a bit and pulled yourself away. Insecurity entered your mind and you quickly felt too much exposed to him. “Is something wrong?” you asked and he shot his head up to you, finding you just as confused as he was when he heard you listen to Bee Gees.

“No, no, no, no. Nothing is- well-” he cut himself off, looking up at the ceiling and contemplating. “There is something missing with the whole outfit.” he grinned and you felt a bit angered by the comment.

You crossed your arms over your chest, giving him the intimidated, furious look you gave to most of the people that tried to control what you should wear yet there was something in the way his eyes avoided you and his mouth kept twitching into a smirk that let your retorts keep themselves in your mind and not on your mouth.

He reached his hand in his pocket, shaking it as he struggled to get it out but when he did, it appeared to paralyze you completely.

It was a small, velvet box and it didn’t take an great aritmanist to figure out what was inside. You slapped your hands over your mouth, preventing any odd noises to come out as he went on one knee and opened the books. He smiled at the ring but smiled brighter and wider when his eyes met yours.

“I’ve been waiting for the right opportunity to introduce the two of you but as patient I thought I was, tonight made me realize that I will definetly marry you... if you will have me.” he smiled as your eyes started to tear up. You tried to stay calm, tried your best to wait for the next few lines and as you did, he took a deep breath and asked: “(y/n)(y/l/n), will you marry me?”

You started nodding franatically, tears of joy escaping your eyes as he put the rind on and stood up. You jumped into his arms, kissing him and looking at him as he did the same. “Yes! Yes I will!”

“Thank God!” He breahted out, causing you to laugh.

“I told you before I would, didn’t I?” you pulled away, framing his head as he continued to beam at you.

“I wasn’t sure if that was you or the adrenalin back then.”

You started laughing again. “It was me, silly.” you started to kiss him again. He deepened the kisses as time passed, letting his hands roam your body until they found themselves carrying into the bedroom, completely forgetting about the cooked dinner in the kitchen....

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He continued to kiss your bare shoulder after. His hand travelled up and down your hip and thigh, then finally up your arm and to your hand. “You’re so much more flexible than I thought.” he growled into your ear, nibbling on it.

“And that’s after renovating the whole apartment.” you started to tease, interlacing your fingers with his. “Imagine what I would do to you if I’ve done nothihng but wait for you.” you turned your head to him only sligthly as he burried his nose into your neck.

“Oh, woman. You’re going to make me go crazy with that talk.” he kept nuzzling closer, making you laugh.

You turned around, removing his head from your shoulder and cupping it in your hands. He kept looking at you with that grey storm of his, softly calming down into a calm ocean water. His front curls fell on his forehead and his lips kept kissing your palms. He took your right hand into his and kept kissing it until his lips got stuck on the diamond ring. He kissed it gently and looked back up at you.

“Now, you’re really stuck with me.” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“Or you’re the one stuck with me.” you raised an eyebrow.

“We’re stuck with each other.” he continued.

“Oh, what a shame.” you smiled as he kissed you again and again, never getting enough.

All until something fell from the other room.

Both of you stopped to look at the door, glancing at each other and hearing another object- plate- shatter on the floor.

He got up the bed quickly, grabbing his underwear and pants as you did the same, grabbing the sweatpants you wore before and a larger shirt to cover most of your body. He gabbed his wand first, then passed down yours. Before he opened the door, he looked back at you and already found you more prepared than him.

“Do you-”

“No. You open, I go first.” you cut him off, tightening the grip around your wand and waiting for Sirius to open the door.

He smiled at your fierceness and prepared himself as well. That’s what he trains for- he opened the door and you stormed out and into the kitchen, pointing your wand at the dark figure sitting on the chair and eating the dinner you prepared for your fiance.

Sirius quickly followed, standing next to you with his wand pointed at the man as well.

“The chicken is done nicely... yet I see it missing something.” he grabbed the napkin and patted his lips as he stood up. “Curry maybe?”

“What are you doing here?” you growled, focusing your wand at him and going through all sorts of spells in your head.

His eyes glanced at your ring finger yet no reaction was readable enough to tell you what he thought. For you, it wasn’t needed to see a reaction. You already know what he felt; fury and betrayal.

“Congratulate you.” his voice spoke monotone and his lips curved into a smirk. “When’s the wedding?”

“Why are you here?” you persisted, trying to stay as calm as possible.

“Who’s the dramatic one now?” he gestured his hand to your wand as you rolled your eyes at him, scoffing.

“Must take after you.”

“So you still imply me as your father?”

“Do you still imply me as your daughter?”

“Heavily but yes...” he sat back down, leaning back and crossing his fingers. “Disappointed... but yes.” he quirked an eyebrow than glanced at Sirius, who only glared at him. “You’re training to be an Auror yet she’s the one in charge here?”

“Yes.” Sirius replied through his teeth, seething at him.

He looked back at you, placing his locked hands on the table. “I would have gotten you a stronger man than him. Someone who could take charge in your marriage... someone-”

“I don’t want a dominant partner. I want an equal.” you cut him off as he fell back in surprise. “He knows what I want and I want to know what the hell are you doing in our home?”

He stood back up, rubbing his chin and leaning against the chair. His eyes were now narrowed, filled with something much more darker than before. “You know what I want.”

“No.”

His mouth twitched.

“I am not opening the stupid box for you, especially if it’s really filled with so much more dark magic as it is rumored to be.”

He let out a chuckle, a wicked one indeed. He stared at you for one minute than the next he was already gone and holding Sirius with the tip of his wand pointing at his head.

“NO!” you screamed but he only laughed.

“Hey, Sirius.” he whispered, tighting his grip around Sirius’ neck. “Maybe you should say hi to Devon McKingley for me.”

At the mention of that name, you lost it. You completely lost it, disarming your father immediately and stupefying him the next. He fell against the wall next to the television and the next thing you knew, you were using the crucifying curse on him, causing him to laugh and scream at the same time.

Sirius behind you was gasping for air and strugling to get up as you approached your father, tears falling down your cheeks. “You think you can kill another man in my life, just because YOU DON’T LIKE IT!!” you bellowed, making his laugh turn into pain with the strenght of the curse.

You stopped, letting him breathe a bit.

“You don’t control me anymore.” you squeezed his cheeks together. “You don’t intimidate me, nor scare me.” you growled and pushed his head away, right into the wall so the sight spun in front of him. “You think I’m still your little girl trying to play your stupid little games, daddy?” you cooed the last word, provoking him a bit and earning a spiteful glare. “Girls play games. Women don’t.” you walked away, back to Sirius who took a hold of you, looking into your eyes as the Ministry popped into your apartment, due to the underage use of magic that was tracked from your apartment.

It didn’t take you any effort to explain. People knew, all the wizards in the world knew what your father has done. Dumbledore went public with all the cases months ago. Your father was wanted for a long time but now? Now he was taken to Azkaban where he will rot till his death.

#sirius black imagine #sirius black x reader #Sirius Black

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blewink · 4 years

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two meant to be // kth chapter three

ch.1 // ch.2

word count: 4.9k

warnings: dom! taehyung x sub!reader, daddy kink, pet names, fingering, oral (receiving and giving)

a/n: sorry this took so long to update and thank you to those who have waited!! i didn’t edit this either so sorry for any typos, hope y’all enjoy

-blue 💙

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The morning sun flooded your room through the window, causing you to wake up. You had always meant to get blackout curtains, but it always slipped your mind when you went out shopping. You found yourself just staring at the piles of bags from the small shopping spree you had yesterday. A groan and tug at your waist makes the events from the previous night flood your memory. His touch on your skin and the mind blowing orgasm you had causes you to blush a bit. You turn around to see Taehyung laying in your bed with messy bed head and shirtless. When had that happened?

“What happened to your shirt?” you ask as you sit up, rubbing your eyes. “Oh right, I got warm. I usually don’t wear a shirt, much less sweatpants, to sleep.”His voice a little raspy and deeper than usual. You hum in response and fall back onto the bed to cuddle closer to his warm body, as you’re still feeling a bit sleepy. His chest shakes a little as he lets out a small laugh, “Awe, is my little kitty still sleepy?” You nod and grumble some nonsense into his chest before he rubs your back. “Okay but only for five minutes, we gotta get up before 9.” You give him a small “Okay.”

After what feels like a second, Taehyung pats your back lightly, indicating it was time to get up. It takes everything in you to get out of bed and walk into your bathroom to brush your teeth. Taehyung follows behind you, “Do you have a spare toothbrush? I don’t wanna go all the way to my room and get mine.” You pause your brushing and point to the cabinet above the toilet. You continue to your brushing and looking at yourself in the mirror, looking at the small things that most people don’t usually look at. Like how your eyebrows were slightly different shapes, or how one side of your mouth comes up higher than the other side. Silly things really, they don’t effect you but you still notice them.

You finish up, and make your way to your closet to pick out clothes for the day. Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind, you poke your head out of the closet and call Taehyung’s name. He walks out of the bathroom and walks over to where you are. “I think we should match today. Like our clothes.” He walks up to you and places a kiss on your forehead , “You’re too cute, I’ll wear whatever you pick out for me.” You giggle at the sensation of the kiss and turn around pick out an outfit. Taehyung made his way to his room to It took a few minutes but you picked out a white mini skirt and a loose long sleeve shirt. You accesorized with some jewlery and pair of white Dr. Martens. You weren’t sure how you were going to match with Taehyung, but you’d make it work. You took a quick shower, applied some light makeup and took one final look in your vanity mirror before you made your way down stairs to Taehyungs room.

You passed by the kitchen where Chan and Jimin were, Jimin quickly called out to you, ”Hey y/n, can you come in here?” You back up to the entrance of the kitchen. “Yes?” He walks closer to you, “So I noticed Taehyung didn’t go to his room last night, you wouldn’t happen to know where he was, would you?” You feel your throat tighten, you guys hadn’t talked about how you would tell the roomies. “Um no I don’t know, you should ask him when he comes out. Don’t you guys have class or something?” You try to deflect the attention off of you and storm off to Taehyung’s room. You knock on the door lightly before opening it up, it had been a while since you had last been in his room. If you had to describe it in words, you would say it was comfortable. Everything about it seemed… worn it? Like wearing someone elses t-shirt.

You sat on his bed while you waited for him, you heard the water in the shower running so you assumed he was showering. You were distracted by your phone and you didn’t hear the water turn off, so you were a little shocked when you looked up and saw Taehyung in only a towel.

His hair was wet and small beads of water dribbled down his chest and stomach, you almost thought he did this on purpose, no one is supposed to look this good straight out of a shower. His skin looked dewy and sunkissed to perfection, the lack of direct lighting cause the weins on his arms and hands to look more prominent and perfectly contoured by shadows. “You’re drooling again baby.” Your eyes snap up to meet his, there was that darkness again. He walks over to the door, locking it. You fiddle with your fingers nervously at the thought of the towel falling. “Why didn’t you tell me you were in here hmm?” You try keeping eye contact with him but your nerves get the best of you and you look down, “I didn’t t-think to tell you.” His hand grabs your chin gently, yet forceful, “Look at me when I ask you a question. It’s going to be one of my few rules for you, do you understand kitten?” You nod. “That’s a good girl, now get on your knees for me baby.”

You quickly hop off the bed and sit on your knees, now face to face with the bulge hidden under the towel. You look up at Taehyung for reassurance, you’ve never seen his cock but you have felt it through his bottoms when you had some heavy makeouts. And by the looks of it right now, he was definitely on the bigger side.

“Don’t be nervous kitten, I’ll take it easy on you.”

You give a nod of reassurance before reaching up to the edge of the towel, revealing what was underneath. The tip of his cock leaked the smallest amount of pre-cum but your theories had been right, he was large, both long and thick. You spit into your hand and took the base of his cock into your hand. You pumped it a few times before you take him into your mouth, making him to let out a soft groan. You’ve barely taken in half of his length before his tip reaches the back of your throat.

He brings his hands to the back of your head, “such a good kitty, taking me so well.” He continued his thrusts forward into your mouth, making you to gag around him and earning moans from him. His angelic sounds making you soak yourself. Tears stinging your eyes a bit before he completely pulls out of your mouth, you look up at him confused and start to appologize in case you did something wrong.

He interrupts you before you can get a full sentence out, “No no you didn’t do anything wrong, I just have a question. Can you deep throat?” You wipe your chin and lips as they’re covered in your saliva, “Um I don’t know, I’ve never tried it.” He’s now squating down with you rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip, “Can we give it it a try?” You give yet another nod. “Such a good girl for me, I just might reward you. Can you strip for me baby?”

You clumsily take off your clothes, tripping on your skirt as it pooled at your feet. Then climb on the bed, laying with your back flat on the bed with your head hanging ever so slightly off the side because according to Taehyung “it’ll make it easier for you.” You were now completely naked and felt very exposed. You opened your mouth again, giving Taehyung’s cock permission for entrance. This new angle allowed his cock to slide in much easier and deeper, you can tell this feels better for him as his groans are raspier.

He fucks your throat with no mercy while his hands wander your body. His hands make their way back up to your throat and he traces around the outline of his cock in your throat. You can tell he’s close by the twitch in his cock and his uneven thrusts. His moans also getting slightly louder and frequent,only making you soak yourself even more.

“Fuck, I’m c-close.” A few more thrusts later before his hot release coats your throat and mouth, milking himself dry before pulling out. “Don’t swallow baby, I don’t want you to choke.” You sit up and feel yourself gush onto his sheets. “Open up” You open your mouth, showing him proudly that you followed his rules. He gives you a small smile before telling you to swallow. It wasn’t as bitter or salty as you expected it and you weren’t complaining. You smile at him innocently as if you didn’t just swallow his cum. “How do you look so innocent yet so fuckable?” He says before giving you a sweet kiss on the lips, the same fluttering sensation welcoming itself into your belly.

“I think I need to shower again,” You say feeling your juices still seeping down your thighs. A confused expression crosses Taehyung face, “Why? I only came in your mouth.” You blushes as you didn’t know how to explain to him that you had soaked yourself by barely even being touched by him. “I don’t know how to say.” He cocks his head to the side, still confused. You move yourself to the side so he can see the small puddle on his sheets, you feel so embarassed and bring your hands to your face. You swear you here a growl come from him when he says, “Fuck, you’re making it really hard to control myself right now. My poor little kitty gets so worked up with just my voice, doesn’t she?”

As if you couldn’t get more embarrassed, your pussy lets out a squelch as his words make your eager pussy clench. You hear him whisper ‘fuck’ under his breath. You didn’t understand, you never got this wet before, but something about Taehyung made you needier and want to submit to him. “Hey move your hands for me kitten, I want to see your pretty face.” You did as you were told and looked at him. “Why are you getting so worked up baby? Do you like it when I talk to you like you’re a helpless little kitty?”

“Mhm”

“Alright, well thank you for using your words. Now,” He pauses for a second, “ Lay back and spread your legs for me, I need to see just how needy you are for me.”

You laid back, flat on the bed and spread your legs just like he said. He got on the bed and sat right in between your legs, staring at you intimidatingly making you feel shy and causing you to close your legs a bit. ”Uh uh kitten, you’re not gonna break daddy’s rules are you?” Your eyes go wide, “D-daddy?” He stiffened for a moment, “Is that okay with you?” You nod, his face softens at your reassurance.

He grabs your knees forcing your legs open, he lays down so he’s now face to face with your sopping cunt. He blows cool air making you jump a bit at the sensation, he giggles at your reaction. “God you’re fucking soaked,” He drags a finger down your slit making you shiver. He continues moving one single finger up and down your cunt, grazing your clit ever so slightly. You whimper and whine, lifting your hips to try to get more friction from him but a quick slap to your inner thigh makes you stop. “Don’t be a fucking brat, I’ll only reward you if you’re a good girl. Am I clear?” Remembering the name he gave himself just a couple moments ago you respond, “Yes daddy.”

He returns to teasing you by rubbing your clit, making your hole release more of your essence. He takes his thumb and rubs circles at your entrance before he plunges it in. You immediately let out a loud moan before slapping your hand over your mouth. “No no no baby, I want to head your pretty moans, I wasn’t able to last night.” You remove your hand, and let out another moan as Taehyung removes his thumb from your cunt and inserts his middle and index finger. The sudden stretch makes you gasp and grip the sheets under you. He attaches his lips to your clit, making you feel dizzy with pleasure.

His fingers were much longer than yours and immediately he finds your sweet spot, hitting it over and over again. He suddenly adds a third finger, which was a little too much for you, “Wait-” Taehyung immediately stops his actions, looking up at you worried. “Can you just slow down a little, it’s been a while since,” You pause of a second, “Since I’ve had anything that big in me.” He nods before pushing two fingers in, then a third, slowly this time.

Your body spasms and your hands have made their way to his hair. “More, want more.” He looks up at you, “What do you want kitten? You have to tell me what you want.” Your loud moans are bouncing all over the room and you can almost taste your orgasm. You want to hold on longer, you want to cum on his cock, “I want you in me, I need your cock. Please daddy! Please!” Your last plea turned into a whine as your neediness overcomes your ability to form words. “Baby, if you can barely take my fingers, I don’t think you’ll be able to take my cock. It’ll take some time to get you ready but you’ll get my cock soon,” His fingers speed up making you get closer to your release. “I’ll fuck you like the good kitten you are.”

His words send you over the edge, you move your hands to the bedsheets in fear of hurting him. You feel yourself gush even more onto his fingers and the squelches become more prominent. His fingers ride you through your high and he finally pulls his fingers out. But his tongue continues, licking up your release and pressing sloppy kisses onto your swollen and sensitive bud. You have to push his head away to make him stop. He comes up to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his lips. He pulls away, making you whine at the loss of touch. “Such a good kitty for me, you know that right?”

It was now about half an hour later, Taehyung had carried you to the shower and helped clean you off. He went to your room to get your essentials like deodorant and things as such. You were now fully dressed and sitting on his bed, changed sheets of course. “So a daddy kink?” You giggle a little as you see his face get red. “Uh yeah, but only with you for some reason.” “That’s fair. It’s the same thing here, I’m usually not this….submissive?” A shocked look comes from Taehyung, “Really? It seemed like you were very familiar with subspace.” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “What is exactly subspace?” He laughs, “You really don’t know what subspace is?” You shake your head. “Well I don’t really know how to explain it right now, but I’ll tell you about it later.” You get off the bed and sit on the floor to put on your boots, “Well Lucas never got super kinky with me so I don’t really know the technicalities of things. I just know i get mad horny with you. Anyways do you have class today?” He shakes his head, “Okay well I need to confirm some orders for my clients and I’m getting kinda hungry. Do you wanna go to campus with me?” You stand up ready to go, “Yeah sure. I could use some extra studying.”

You two were now in his car, on your way to the campus library. You had brought your laptop with you and he brought his too. You were typing a quick list on your phone of the things you needed to be done, but before you could finish it you glance over to him and he’s still looking forward. You never thought you would be in this situation, especially with one of your closest friends. It was only a couple more minutes before you were finally parked in the lot of the library.

As soon as you opened the car door, the bitter cold air nipped at your bare legs. You were glad Taehyung had forced you to bring a hoodie, even though you were already wearing a long sleeve shirt, you slipped on the hoodie. You were about half to the library entrance when you had a realization, “Wait, we never got to match.” You pout in defeat and mild disappointment in yourself. “That’s okay, we have the rest of our lives to match.” He reaches for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. The rest of our lives? He really was looking for something long term, and you’ll admit, it was nice he had true intentions. With Lucas, everything was up in the air, depending on the day, you two were either going to last forever or nothing but friends.

With Taehyung, it was different. A good different of course. Even just with hand holding, Lucas never really was a big fan of PDA or physical affection (unless it was sexual.) But, now with Taehyung, he was holding your hand and you didn’t even ask for it. You know you shouldn’t be so caught up a hand hold, considering what you two had done already, but you were still a little emotionally fragile and you were thinking into things a bit more too.

A squeeze to your hand saves you before your thoughts get dark. “You okay there?” You notice you were picking at your lips, a habit you picked up over the years for whenever you were thinking too hard or nervous. “Um, we can talk about it in a bit,” You eye the cafe at the front of the library. “You pick a place for us to work and I’ll get us some coffee?” He nods and you both go your separate ways.

You still remembered his favorite, a caramel iced latte, you were a little basic and stuck with a vanilla iced coffee. After you placed your order, you sat down in one of the high chairs right next to the coffee bar. This cafe was always a safe haven for you, you could watch your drinks being made and the scent of the whole cafe was intoxicating. It was only a couple minutes until the barista placed the drinks in front of you, “Here you go ma’am, have a good day.” You give him a polite smile and reply, “Thanks, you too!” Even though the workers were practically paid to say that, you always appreciated it.

Before walking out of the cafe, you pull out your phone to text Taehyung.

You: hey where are you?

Tae: second floor to the left. i’m near the back ;)

You: okay okay i’ll be there in a sec

Tae: hurry i want my latte >:0

You giggle at his text and slide your phone into your back pocket. Quickly taking a couple sips of your coffee before making your way to and up the stairs, once at the top you scope out the floor looking for Taehyung. It took you a second but you saw him sitting at a small circular couch with a table at the center. But it wasn’t just him, there were two other girls standing and talking to him. Your brows furrow, he didn’t say he invited anyone. You made a steady pace towards them, making sure to not walk too quickly.

“Hey Tae,” His head turns in your direction as well as the girls. They give you dirty looks as you hand him his latte. “Hey! Minso and Christy were asking to study with us.” He makes facial expressions, trying to disguise it by drinking his coffee, in hopes you would understand his true message. “Oh! Sorry girls I would love to but I have a final to study for and I would normally study alone but someone demanded I take them with me.” You can tell by their clenched fists that they could see straight through your lie but they didn’t want to make a scene in front of their precious Kim Taehyung.

You roll your eyes as the turn their backs to you and walk away. “I can’t believe these girls sometimes.” You say as you take your hoodie off before sitting next to Taehyung. Before you can get comfortable, he pulls you onto his lap so your straddling him. “Awe, is my kitten getting jealous?” You pout your lip out in disagreement, “I am not. I was simple stating my opinion on them.” He smiled up at you before giving you kiss. You bring your hands to the back of his head, deepening the kiss. You can taste the sweetness of the caramel and the bitterness the espresso. You pull away in fear of someone seeing you and potentially getting kicked out.

“What? you weren’t so worried about getting caught last night during the movie, what’s so different now?” You fumble off his lap, “I need to get to work.” You grab your laptops out of your backpack, handing Teahyung’s to him. You opened the laptop and quickly opened your email. Your inbox was flooded with emails from your agent, asking where you were and if you were okay. You picked up your phone and called him, Taehyung eyeing you.

“Hey Jason, I got your emails, I’m okay just needed a break.” You used your best enthusiastic business voice. “Y/N, this is a fucking business. You can’t just take a break when you feel like it.” You never really liked his personality but he was a good business partner. You have to take a deep breath before you can say anything it him, “Alright listen, you’re my employee. I hired you, I think you forget sometimes that I could easily fire you. This is my business and you can’t tell me if I can take a break or not. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have put some orders through.” He stays silent for a couple seconds which was enough for you to hang up.

You sigh and fall against the couch. You were gone for five days, which backed up your orders by hundreds. You were grateful for your customers but you were overwhelmed by the demand. You wanted there to be a little people between you and your customers but when you got in contact with the production company, you were saving a little more money and way more time. “Hey, are you okay?” You shake your head, “No not really, I’m so behind on orders and I just wanted to take a break.” Your voice cracks mid-sentence as tears start rolling down your cheek.

Taehyungs pulls you onto his lap again, bring your face directly in front of his. His thumbs wiping the tears, “It’s gonna be okay baby. It’s alright.” You bury your head in the crook of his neck while he rubs your back. “It’s okay to takes breaks. You’ve worked your ass of for the past year and you deserve a break when you need one.” His voice made you melt into his touch and your cries slowly turn into hiccups. You sit back up, his arms still holding you, “T-thanks. No ones ever been there f-for me like this.” Your words broken up with hiccups and quick breaths. “I’ve with you for all of high school and the past three years of college, it’s taken us a while to find each other like this. I’m sorry for not always being there for you, I never checked up on you and I’ve kicked myself everyday for not doing so,” His eyes finally meet yours, “I promise from this second forward, I will always be there for you. I’ve never cared for a girl like how I’ve cared for you.”

Your heart swelled with his words, “You’re gonna make me cry even more.” You say giggling a bit. “No I don’t wanna see any tears from my kitten anymore,” He thinks about what he’s about to say, “ Well...nevermind I’m not gonna say that.” Curiosity got the best of you and you just needed to know what he was going to say, “No no say what you were gonna say. You can tell me anything you’re thinking of.” His finger taps your thigh, making you squeeze them out of habit. “Well if you want to know everything I’m thinking of,” you nod eagerly and he brings his lips to your ear, “I don’t want to see tears coming from you unless it’s from me making you feel good.” Your brows furrows in confusion.

He notices your confused look, “I’m thinking of you pinned under me, taking my cock so well, you’re so small I can see my cock in your little tummy. I’m thinking of how, soon, someday soon, I’m gonna be fucking your pretty little pussy,” his eyes now looking at your lips “ Fuck, that’s gonna be good.”

You whimper at his words, just the thought of him filling you up with his cock makes you feel lightheaded. “Awe such a whiny kitty, you’re probably soaked right now, aren’t you?” You nod as you feel the biggest urge to submit to him, your bottom lip pouting out. “But baby, you said someone might see us. I don’t want to get us in trouble now.” You cross your arms, “Hmph, that’s not fair!” He pinches your thigh making you yelp. “Remember who makes the rules kitten and keep your voice down.”

You hopped off his lap, going back to your laptop. “Don’t be mad kitty, I still wanna help with your orders if I can.” Who were you to deny free help? “Really? Okay let me log onto my email, you just have to double check the info and click complete.” He hands you his laptop and you quickly login. You teach him the basics and soon enough he gets the hang on it. An hour passes and then two. You sigh as you close your laptop after finishing the last email. Quickly packing up your things and getting one last iced coffee on your way out.

It was even cooler outside that when you first arrived at the library. “Ugh, I love the cold.” You say, taking a sip of your coffee right after. “You know, most people wouldn’t drink a cold drink when it’s cold out.” You hand your drink to him so you get put on your hoodie, “Well I like it.” You pull the hoodie over your head, surly messing up your hair. You pat your hoodie flat down and look up to see Taehyung already looking at you. “God, how are you so cute?” You dramatically tuck your hair behind your ear, “I don’t know. It’s hard being this cute.” He hands you your drink back while giggling at your remark. He joins your hands again, while continuing your walk back to the car.

“So do you have anything else to do today?”

“Umm,” You look at your watch, it’s almost two in the afternoon at this point. “Not really, I just need to go get actual suitcases since we’re staying longer in New York.” You look over at Taehyung, “Why?” His face freezes for a second, “Well, I need to buy you a few things, if you don’t mind.” You stop in place as you two were now in front of his car, “Depends, what kind of things do you wanna buy?” You can tell he’s trying to hide is nerves, you’d never seen him nervous before. Only a second passed until is eyes turn dark, now you’re the nervous one. He steps closer to you and places his arm around your waist. “Okay so you know I’m not exactly,” He pauses.

“Small. And you are kind of small and you were barely able to to take three of my fingers.” He gives your hip a small squeeze before continuing, “So i was wondering of my kitty would let me buy her some toys to help out.” You squeeze your thighs together, feeling a little flustered. “Y-you mean like a dildo?” He nods. “Okay yeah sure.�� You were a little taken a back but were still open to the idea, his eyes glace to your lips that you were nervously biting, “good kitty.” He say before coming closer and kissing you. It’s a soft yet lustful kiss, his tongue ventures into your mouth allowing you to taste the latte he had earlier.

He pulls away making you whine. “Aw getting all worked up, aren’t you?” You pout and shake your head.He laughs at your reaction, “Alright. Get your cute butt in the car.” You walk over to the passenger side and quickly sit in the warmth of the car. “You ready?” Taehyung asks, you nod in response before you finally pull out of the parking lot and make your way to go knows where.

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tyranasauruslex · 4 years

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Jeffree will throw Shane under the bus , Shane is so naive if he think jeffree will defending him. He also uploads a new video acting nothing happened and let the internet attack Shane alone.

He’s alredy thrown him under the bus. He sent Shane out first with his Appology essay and whilst he retweeted it, he made it look like it was on Shane and he was just a bystander. Shane has contacted Kam to explain about the phone call, not Jeffree, and Shane is the one that was trending all day and still today. Jeffree ain’t said shit.

Getting into bed with Jeffree was literally the dumbest thing Shane has ever done and the sad thing was the signs were all there on how this would end but he just chose to ignore them. Shane wanted to believe that he was special and different and that Jeffree was “family” and would never hang him out to dry like all his other friendships. The saddest thing is Shane already had a family in Garrett and Drew but he chose not to maintain those friendship despite distance in Drew’s case and whatever happened with Garrett. Garrett has always, always had Shanes back and treated him like a brother and loved him like family only to be treated like garbage becasue he’s not rolling in cash.

Jeffree will weasel his way out of this but Shane is done in terms of his youtube career, especially if anything else comes out. He’s also tanked Morgan and Rylands careers as well; they can’t rely on him to boost views for videos any more and anything they do post will get a ton of hate and for what? To join forces with a man who was known to have messy friendships, a past full of racism and bullying? If Shane wasn’t driven so much by his ego he would have been sat on the sidelines like the rest of us eating his popcorn watching this all go down but instead he’s ruined his own career for someone who never cared about him in the first place.

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threadofdestiny · 4 years

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The opportunities we may take

(The Picture was a comission I odered from a friend. Check her out -> Fantasiamind_art)

SinbadxOC

Soulmate AU

Part 11

Praise our glorious king

---Sindria's castle---

The first thing that came to her mind when Salome woke up the next morning, was that she hadn't slept as deeply the past few days as she had the previous night. She couldn't remember when she got so tired that she actually fell asleep yesterday, but she had been able to sleep until after the sun raised over the horizon. Accordingly, she felt far more relaxed today, than all the previous days combined. She would probably have slept some more if she hadn't heard the dull voices of people discussing something she couldn`t comprehend through her door. This made her slowly regain consciousness, but not enough for her to start to worry about the sounds outside her room.

With a sigh she snuggled deeper into her blanket, breathing in the smell of sea salt and oriental spices, still not ready to wake up completely. The smell lulled her in so perfectly, like it was made for her to get relaxed in an instant, when she was surrounded by it. Thinking nothing of it, she slowly drifted back to sleep after she managed to block out the sounds outside her room. However, this relaxation did not last long because Salome's eyes opened in surprise, when she felt a muscular arm suddenly wrap around her slim waist, before her body was pulled against a hard, well-toned chest afterwards. Startled she looked into the mans sleeping face, realizing that it was the king of sindria that snuggled her against his body. He was lying on her own pillow, a few centimeters away from her. She gasped in surprise when she realized that it was his smell that had lulled her in. Blushing, she glanced over his relaxed features, completely perplexed that the King of Sindria was lying next to her in her new bed. If her heart hadn't started beating wildly beforehand, it would certainly have done so at this point at it's latest. Long forgotten was the tiredness that had been in Salome's limbs until a few moments ago, now pondering over various thoughts which flooded her mind. Why was Sinbad lying next to her? Hadn't he planned to go back to his own room? Had she fallen asleep before he had left the room? Why couldn't she remember? At some point in the night Sinbad must have slipped under her covers because his legs were entwined with hers, keeping her from being able to move away from him. But if she was being honest, she wasn't sure if she wanted to move away from him either way. His closeness made her feel incredibly secure, but at the same time also at least as nervous, because she had never been in such an intimate embrace with another person, who wasn´t a family member. In the end it strangely felt like she belonged there in the security of his arms. Was it because of the bond they shared? Just how strong was it actually?

When Sinbad ran his hand over her spine, her breath caught again. Her body reacted with an incredibly strong shiver that ran down her back, while it also ensured that the fine hairs on her skin rose up all over her frame at the same time. Swallowing, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to calm her heartbeat. Footsteps and soft cursing could be heard outside her room, but the farther the people went away from it, the quieter their voices got. Salome was to distracted to notice what was happening outside of her chambers. She watched him carefully when she felt Sinbad start to stir next to her. Alarmed and with heated cheeks, she observed him how he slowly opened his eyes, before his pupils turned to the young woman, a little disoriented. They watched each other in silence for a few moments, until she suddenly felt his hand dig into the fabric of her nightgown, grasping her firmly for a moment. Shuddering again, Salome winced and sat up abruptly, slowly pushing the man's hand off of her torso. "What are you doing here, Sinbad?" Asked the young woman, while she nervously pulled the blanket up over her chest. When she discovered that Sinbad's torso was naked, by stealing her blanked from him, she blushed even more. Sinbad cleared his throat as he ran his hand through his messy hair and looked apologetically at the dark-haired woman. "I must have fallen asleep. My appologies!" He replied, yawning, before giving her a careful smile. For some reason, a satisfied expression spread across his features after he looked at the young woman for a moment. Salome, however, was too bewildered by the fact that the man next to her was mostly bare, asking herself how he undressed himself, if he had fallen asleep by acident. But before she could ask him, he took the opportunity to speek up: “I'm glad that you look much more rested this morning. I have to admit that I helped a little...”, the King of Sindria admitted and guiltily stroking the ring on his right hand. Forgetting her previous train of thought, the young woman's gaze wandered to Zepar's vessel when she realized why she had suddenly become so tired yesterday. Sinbad had told her what his Djinns could do on the ship a few days ago, but she hadn't expected Zepar to be that powerful. She hadn't even noticed that the man had used his sound djinn on her.

Salome observed how the Rukh fluttering around Zepar's ring, chirping happily, while she pondered over her revelation about the subject. After a short moment the young woman began to nod slowly. "I see ..." she murmured as she raised her eyes again, to give the man a questioning look: "But why?" "I saw that you have hardly slept in the past few days and wanted to help out. Are you angry with me?” Sinbad asked carefully, while watching her closely. Salome was silent for a moment, thinking about his question, before she slowly shook her head: "No ... I don't think so. After all, you meant well...", she started to answer, but paused briefly when she heard Sinbad exhale quietly before she continued:"But, I would be glad if you didn't do things like that without my consent!“, she added in a calm but firm voice.

Sinbad nodded in acceptance before he sank back into the pillow and smiled mischievously at her. "I haven't slept so well in a long time! There is nothing better than waking up next to a pretty lady.”, He cheekily tried to change the subject, whereupon Salome had to laugh, shaking her head at his antics. With a smile she pulled her legs up to her body before wrapping her arms around her knees. With a sigh, she put her head on her arms and looked down at the man next to her. "Now at least I have a clue why Yamraiha had warned me about you. You don't even have the decency to stay fully clothed, let alone leave my bed when I fell asleep.” The young girl chided before swinging her blanket over his head to cover him jokingly, while she tried to hide her blush. "How am I supposed to think that you fell asleep by accident, if you had the time to undress yourself?" Continued Salome while she watched with a smile as the man pulled the blanket from his head, to look up at her with a pouting expression, "It wasn't like that. I really do fell asleep by accident. I have a habit of undressing myself in my sleep. I'm doing it subconsciously, I swear!” Sinbad explained as he sat up again, letting the blanked pool over his lap. She was aware that her cheeks were still red due to his nakedness, but she tried not to show how impressed she was by it. Salome raised her eyebrows doubtfully, but couldn't help smiling when she saw that he was trying to convince her of his statements with a puppy-eyed look.

Outside her room, the swearing and hurried steps became louder again, this time managing to alert Salome and Sinbad. Now that Salome had heard the noises in her full consciousness, she recognized the voice of the king's consultant, who seemed to be looking for the king himself. Immediately Salome glanced at Sinbad, who was already began to climb out of her bed, cursing silently and hurrying to gather his things together. Salome also got up to help him when it knocked against her door. "Miss Salome? Are you already awake?” Came Ja'far's dulled voice through the wood.

"Y-yes. O-one moment, please!“, she answered hastily while she pressed Sinbad's turban and his necklaces in his arms, before she led him towards the balcony. Just before he let himself be pushed out of her room, Sinbad turned around to whisper softly to the young woman: "May I come back tonight?" Surprised, Salome paused briefly and looked up at the young king in disbelief . "You want to come back to me tonight? You do know that's not very respectable, do you?" Salome asked in a low voice, shaking her head, before speaking again after glancing at her door in panic:" But this is really not the right time to discuss something like that!", she added and began to push him out of her room again.

Sinbad stepped outside and took a careful look over the balcony to make sure no one could see them from their position before turning back to Salome:"Actually, I don't really care. I want to spend more time alone with you!”, He replied quietly, grabbing her arm to keep her from turning away.

"Please?" he added in a low whisper. Salome looked up at the purple-haired man, not knowing how to react. Should she let him? She had allowed it last night, but should she allow him to do so again? What if people noticed and interpreted something wrong? But is there something to interpret in their behavior at all? What should she interpret in his request?

"Miss Salome, is everything alright? I am sorry to disturb you, but it's quite urgent!” Echoed Ja'far's voice from the hallway as he knocked again. Flinching, she looked over her shoulder in panic. Her heart was pounding wildly against her chest as she hastily searched for her voice to answer.

"Just another moment, please!" She called hurriedly as she looked up at Sinbad again and bit her lip nervously. Sinbad looked at her and waited to see if she agreed or not. Not bothering that his consultant urged to open the door to her room. Nodding hesitantly, she chewed on her lower lip before pulling her wrist out of his loosening hand.

"All right, you can come back tonight. But you should really go now!”, She whispered before turning around and closing the balcony doors behind her without another word. She hurried to the door to open it a crack. Out of breath and with flushed cheeks, she greeted a rather stressed Ja'far. His pale skin was also flushed, but not out of shame, but from walking around in a haste. Clearing his throat, Ja'far studied the young woman's appearance discreetly without appearing suggestive. There was something disparaging in his gaze, as if he knew very well that she had something to hide. However, he tried to hide it with an apologetic smile when, shortly afterwards, he started to say a gentle greeting: “My apologies, Miss Salome. I hope I have not woken you up, but I have to ask you whether you have heard of his Majesty this morning because he is not to be found at the moment."

Swallowing, Salome considered how best to answer him without embarrassing herself. Not that she was fundamentally uncomfortable that Sinbad had been in her room a short time ago, but he was the king and was known for being a womanizer. She didn't want people in this castle to get the wrong impression of her. But should she really be lying about it? Did she have to be ashamed that Sinbad had been with her? They didn't do something indecent after all. Pondering over the subject, she peered over Ja'far's shoulder to see if there was anyone else nearby, but she could only see a few guards a little further away who were patrolling the hallways. "I'm sorry. He's not here, sir!”, she dodged cautiously, hoping to get away by dancing around the subject without having to lie. Ja'far frowned for a moment as he adjusted his keffiyeh. At the very moment when the advisor wanted to start a new question, Sinbad appeared at the end of the corridor and greeted his friend from afar, as if he hadn't slipped out of her room before.

"Ahh, good morning Ja'far. I was wondering if you were already looking for me!“, The king greeted his friend calmly as he ran his hand through his purple hair. Turning away from Salome, the king's adviser looked up at Sinbad with flashing eyes as he accused him with a finger: "Where have you been?" “Oh, I've done a little exercise and now I wanted to freshen up for the day.”, Sinbad lied without blinking an eye and topped it all off by greeting Salome with a curt nod, as if he wanted to wish her a good morning. The young woman almost started to laugh, becouse the situation seemed so absurd to her, but she caught herself quickly enough and cleared her throat for a moment before speaking up:“Well ... well, I would go back into my room to freshen up, if I am no longer needed.” Immediately, Ja'far's aggressive stance changed as he turned to her and bowed slightly.

"Of course, Miss Salome. Please excuse the disturbance!“, the ash-blonde man apologized before nodding one last time to say goodbye. Glad to have gotten off lightly, Salome closed the door before turning around with a sigh, leaning her weight against the sturdy wood for a few seconds.

After that, a small smile stole on her lips until she finally started to laugh softly. This place was bursting with vitality. It was really hard not to be comfortable in Sindria. Inspired by this thought, Salome went deeper into her rooms until she came to a stop in front of her bed with the aim of turning to the chest that stowed her clothes. Smiling as she opened the chest to pull out one of her robes, she wondered how to spend the day. Maybe she should ask Malik if he would like to explore the city with her?

When Salome thoughtfully closed the lid, she caught sight of something golden that flashed between her blankets. Curiously, she dropped her thoughts for a moment while the young woman came closer to the sheets in surprise to pull out a golden sword, which turned out to be Baal's vessel. She immediately remembered how Sinbad had put the sword between them and apparently accidentally left it there. With a smile, she stroked the symbol of the eight-pointed star that shone on the sword scabbard as she approached the window of her balcony doors to take a look outside.

For a moment she watched the people outside the castle walls decorating the streets with various garlands, indicating that the maharajan was near.

"Hmm, maybe I get the opportunity to bring you back to your king, baal!"

It seemed that Sinbad and Salome had slept through the regular time for breakfast, so it was no wonder that Ja'far had searched in an angry haze for his king. After all, a king certainly had a lot of tasks to do. Salome, who had no urgent tasks yet, had made her way to the dining room, hoping to get something to eat without having to make more work for the staff. On the way there she had met Masrur, who had led her to the kitchen, after she told him about her plans, where he went to steal a few little snacks, before sitting down with her in one of the gardens.

It was pleasant to be in Masrur's presence. The younger teenager had a very calm personality, He may did not speak much, but was incredibly friendly and helpful. It was easy to sit next to him and to enjoy the silence. Despite this, Salome had used the time together to learn from him what Sinbad's and his general's daily routine would look like today, before taking a few hours to work on her Djinn control. There she had learned that the king and his generals would be courting in the afternoon to hear the concerns of Sindria's residents. She had spent some time thinking about whether to take Sinbad's sword to the throne room in between or later, but no matter how she turned the thoughts in her head, it seemed too sensational or inappropriate. But since hearing about the upcoming event, the Rukh seemed to be convinced that she should also be there. So she decided to ask Masrur if the court would be a public event and if she could actually attend to it. So it happened that a few hours later she actually found herself in the throne room, where she had settled on the edge of the room next to an open balcony door, on a chaise lounge, to watch the king and his generals work from background. Malik had accompanied her in silence and sat down next to her with a book in his hands. His appearance had caused quite a stir among the residents of Sindria when they entered the hall, but Malik seemed to put it off with his calm manner while skilfully ignoring the looks and whispers.

Her brother's head was lowered toward his reading material most of the time, while his eyes were still covered by his mask. Only in more interesting cases did he temporarily raise his head, indicating that he was following the conversation for the moment. Salome, however, sometimes found it difficult to follow the discussions of the generals, since the Rukh repeatedly responded to the requests and questions of the people and shared their knowledge with the young woman. Rubbing her temples, Salome watched her brother raise his head again when two traders emerged from the crowd.

One accused the other of having spoiled his wine to destroy his business. His counterpart denied this and tried to explain that the accuser wanted to harm him, but the latter put one piece of evidence after the other and thus invalidated the statements made by the accused merchant.

Frowning, Salome listened to the rukh, her eyes on the two men before she turned to her brother, shaking her head in denial. "The accuser is lying!" She whispered in shock as she clenched her fingers in dismay in her lap. Malik turned to his sister in surprise before buzzing thoughtfully.

"Hmmm, then you should inform the king.", he replied calmly before turning back to the arguing traders. Pondering how best to share this information with Sinbad without causing a sensation, she looked at the King of Sindria with a thoughtful expression. She heard the other trader vehemently deny that he had done anything, but unfortunately all the evidence seemed to speak against him, which is why the generals began to think about the punishments he would face for his crimes. Sinbad sat leaning against his throne the whole time, thoughtfully rubbing his chin, while keeping his silence. Panic spread through Salome, at the thought that the man would be wrongly accused, which is why she eventually threw away any discomfort to cause a stir, and stood up abruptly to quickly reach the pedestal on which the king and his generals lingered. Surprised, Sinbad looked to the side when he noticed in his peripheral corner that someone was hurrying towards the rows of seats of the Sindrian leadership. A low murmur broke out in the crowd as the young woman fell into a deep curtsey before the first step of the pedestal, while respectfully lowering her head for a brief moment. Perplexed, the generals began to remain silent as they watched Sinbad look down at the young woman, who slowly raised her eyes again, silently asking for allowance to come closer. Blushing, Salome felt the soft murmur spread in the hall and now all eyes seemed to lay upon her. The two traders also stared at her in shock, but she tried to ignore all of this to concentrate only on the king, who reached out for her and indicated that she was allowed to approach him. To late to turn back now, the young woman immediately got up and climbed the stairs just to lower herself on the floor next to his throne, before she locked her gaze with the king.

"I am sorry!" She whispered quietly as he leaned over and shook his head smiling to indicate that she didn't have to apologize.

"What can I do for you, my dear?" He asked casually, as if they weren't surrounded by innumerable prying eyes at this moment.

"The trader who accuses the other is lying...", she whispered so quietly that only he and maybe Ja'far and Masrur, who were both sitting next to the king, could have heard her voice. Realization flashed in Sinbad's eyes as a mischievous grin crept onto his lips as he leaned closer to Salome. "Did the rukh told to you that?", he asked surprisingly satisfied, as if he had already known. Salome nodded cautiously as she watched Sinbad cast a triumphant look at Ja'far, who then nodded, before turning to Yamraiha to whisper something in her ear. Sinbad, as casual as before, leaned back in his throne, grabbing the young woman's hand to stop her from going away, while he turned his attention gravely back to the two traders. Salome discreetly tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, which Sinbad prevented without blinking, so she had no choice but to kneel next to him for the time being.

What was he doing? Why didn't he let her go? Confused and at the same time incredibly embarrassed, she looked up at Sinbad questioningly, but he didn't pay attention to her.

The two gentlemen bowed immediately, when they noticed that their king's attention was on them again.

"Well, you, Mr. Yasir, accuse Mr. Fahad of destroying a large part of your wine supply a few days ago by putting some of his herbs in the wine barrels, making them inedible?"

"Yes, your majesty!", The merchant named Yasir lied quite credibly, lifting up a cloth with the local herbs to reaffirm his statement. Fahad, the herb-trader shook his head desperately, when Sinbad suddenly turned to Yamraiha, who stood up eagerly and cleared her throat: “Now the evidence clearly speaks against Mr. Fahad. Everything that Mr. Yasir had said had refuted your statements...“, the young magician began, halting in front of the steps that lead from the pedestal. The poor herb-trader looked to the side, in a lost manner, before Yamraiha started to continue her speech:“Nevertheless, we would like to play it safe and would perform a ritual that can show us exactly what had happened. It can be used to identify whether or not you are actually the culprit.”

"WHAT? Why this all of a sudden? He has already been found guilty! Everything is already completely plausible?!”, snapped the wine merchant, while the herb-trader suddenly began to look more hopeful.

"To perform the ritual, I only need a small amount of blood from both of you. A cut in the finger is all it takes.", she explained way to motivated, while she walked towards Fahad, who was already willing to come to give her the sample, while he murmured in relief:"Of course, Lady Yamraiha!"

"I refuse to allow myself to be part of such magic tricks. The evidence has been completely clear. This is not necessary!”, complained the angry wine-merchant with a reddening head, while he impulsively throwing his hands in the air. Suddenly it seemed as if sweat was forming on the man's forehead, when Sinbad addressed him with a serious look:“Well, what is needed is up to me and not you. If you have nothing to hide, such a test shouldn't be a problem!"

The wine merchant hesitated, taking a step back as his gaze shifted wildly between the other trader, his king and Yamraiha, until his eyes finally landed on Salome, who was still kneeling on the ground next to Sinbad. Angrily, he pointed his finger at the young woman before he started cursing furiously: “This woman whispered this to you, right? How could she have known that? Nobody saw us doing it! WITCH!"

Flinching, Salome's eyes widened as she looked with a puzzled expression at the wine merchant. The man immediately fell silent when Sinbad rose dangerously slow from his throne, pulling Salome to her feet as well.

"This young lady didn't tell me anything I didn't know already, Mr. Yasir!" Sinbad said firmly. Surprised, Salomes head snapped in Sinbad's direction, completely shocked to hear these words from his mouth. The king, however, did not pay attention to Salome at that moment, while he waved to his guards casually. "Take this man away!" Sinbad said sturdily, before turning to the herb merchant: "You have been cleared! I will order men to determine what exactly lies behind this story.”

Overwhelmed by the turn of events, most of the community remained silent. Only a few whispered softly to their neighbor, not understanding how the tides could have turned so quickly.

The herb-trader nodded immediately after bowing several times to thank his king:“Thank you from the bottom of my heart, your majesty. Thank you very much!", The man repeated again and again before turning his gaze to Salome, thanking her too:"I would also like to thank you, as well. You too were convinced of my innocence, milady!“, he breathed.

Salome was about to tell him that it was not worth mentioning, when Sinbad spoke again, adressing the people who were present: “My loyal friends. Let me seize the moment and introduce you to the latest addition to our ranks!” Tense silence spread across the room as they waited for their king to continue speaking. An uneasy feeling spread through Salome when she noticed how the rukh started to flutter wildly around them. When she realized what Sinbad was up to, she turned to him, to shook her head with wide eyes. The rukh were telling her, what he was going to do and she wasn't sure if she was ready for what to come.

"No ..." she breathed, but Sinbad, who honored his title as the man who shaped destiny according to his needs, calmly ignored the young woman protests, as he laid his hands gently but firmly on her shoulders, to turn her body to his citizens. “Many people from Sindria originally come from the fallen island of Dalmasca. Some of you are probably standing here in front of us. We look back with sadness in our hearts at the tragedy that occurred seven years ago and commemorate the sacrifices that each of you had to make. But today I can proudly announce to you here and now that the holy Solomon has blessed us! The lady of the rukh has returned! Please greet her with me, Lady Salome!”

Speechlessly, she looked at the partly shocked, partly uncomprehending expressions in the crowd, before she turned her head over her shoulder to stare at the King of Sindria. Sinbad however, looked down upon his people with triumph in his eyes. A loud murmur broke out in the ranks of the people when suddenly an old lady came out and pointed at the young girl with a trembling hand: "I knew it. I recognized you immediately when you entered the room, but I didn't want to trust my old eyes. The prophetess has returned and is now standing with our chosen king!"

Salome's heart was racing, when she turned her head back to the crowd, looking at the old hag as she watched other people emerge from the crowd. Loud emotional murmurs and praises gradually filled the huge hall. "The lady of the rukh!" "Is she really the prophetess?" The people who didn't come from Dalmasca looked around in confusion and watched the spectacle that was taking place in front of them. Some of the ignorant asked former citizens of Dalmasca what was happening at the moment when suddenly some magicians working under the guidance of Yamraiha broke from the masses and fell on their knees in front of the platform. An older magician, who was in the middle of the group, pulled out a gold amulet with an eight-pointed star under the collar of his robe, while his younger companions imitated him.

"Praise our King Sinbad! He was most blessed by Solomon himself who sended his beloved prophetess back to this earth!" Exclaimed the oldest magician, who seems to be a former priest of Solomons temple, before his colleagues and the other former citizens of Dalmasca agreed:"Praise King Sinbad. Praise Solomon. Praise the Lady of the Rukh. Cheers to the glorious Sindria!" Speechless, Salome pressed her hands to her chest as she let her gaze wander over the numerous people when her gaze fell on Malik, who was just as shocked and speechless at the turn of events. A tremendous number of Rukh gathered around Sinbad and Salome as if Solomon himself wanted to celebrate with them, but Salome was too overwhelmed to think clearly. Did the Rukh know that this was going to happen? Looking for answers that the Rukh did not want to give her, she turned back to Sinbad, who smiled smugly at her. It was then that she remembered that he had announced that he knew the wine merchant had been lying. Had he actually known that she would try to help the other man? Did he realize that the rukh would tell her about the lie? Was he just waiting for the right moment to drop this revelation? A look in his satisfied, golden eyes, was all she needed to get the answer to her last questions. Yes, the reader of the waves had clearly expected this and deliberately took the opportunity to bind her and the former citizens of Dalmasca further to him. The only question she couldn't answer was: why did he saw to take such a step?

#Sinbad #sinbad magi #Adventures of Sinbad #magi #magi labyrinth of magic #magi kingdom of magic #SinbadxOC #not the artist of the Picture

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a-lonely-tatertot · 3 years

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wow i have NO idea how to navigate the emoji keyboard shdjs this took me so long--✒️? have a wonderful day tater <33

I once again appologize for the messiness and also the rambling-

#sorry!! it got longer than I thought it would!!#I had to crop it #you’re just amazing and I don’t know how to sum #up thoughts #tatertot asks

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ao3feed-bnha-rarepair · 4 years

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Brave as a Noun

Brave as a Noun by LiteralPieceOfTrash

Being a magical is hard enough to begin with, so why would anyone want to do it alone, especially when a super cute girl stumbles into your bakery basically begging for a life purpose?

After all, it's not like there are any downsides to being a magical girl, and fighting witches is fun. It's kind of like being a superhero, just a little more messy.

What could possibly go wrong? That's right. Absolutely nothing.

Words: 3313, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia, Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magika | Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Jirou Kyouka, Uraraka Ochako, Kyubey (PMMM)

Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Uraraka Ochako

Additional Tags: I know this fic says it has multiple relationships, don't worry I'll update tags as new characters and relationships are introduced, Get ready for some canon typical madoka magica angst, And some canon atypical violence, I know that magical girls typically aren't college age but I also don't care, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff and Angst, jiro is a nervous wreck, Ochako means well I swear, kinda a bakery au?, madoka magica magic system, Kyubey is Awful, No actual characters from madoka will make an appearance, This is all bnha baby, bnha - Freeform, mha - Freeform, My first attempt at writing romance so bear with me, pmmm, Magical Girls, These tags are a mess and I won't appologize, Warnings for death, Blood, Gore, and self hatred, Also some homophobia mentions, But love wins I promise

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/23205487

#AO3 Feed #FanFiction #AO3 Ochajirou #♥#Ochajirou #🎈#🎧#⚢#R:T #W:D #W:V #A:Literal #Crossover #Café AU #Fluff #Angst

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iamparadoxic99 · 4 years

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hey i want to know more abt ur ocs! if u dont mind it wld be cool if u could like. tell a little abt them

oh fuck, where do i begin. how about i start with the various random one i just have as a concept and nothing really more. like i got this living ragdoll that just sorta exists to make people happy and enjoys wearing various dresses cause dresses are fucking cute.than i’ve got this vague feral slime that like fuck society and all i just want to consume. and various other i’m forgetting at the mo

then i’ve got this one completly unique and original character that i’ve tried to write something of a story for, but never really posted any sort of finale version. And they’re Jinx teach, a nb writer that had dropped out of college due to agoraphobia that was caused by the high stress envoment of college. And when they woke up on their 21st birthday, june 13th, 2018. meaning they were born on a friday the 13th in june, 1997. Anyways, they wake up and remember their past life as this a Great Evil that once tried to destroy the world. but they’re not motivated to do that anymore cause they like the world they’re living in, even tho it’s just their small apartment they really refuse to go outside of, due to the above mentioned agoraphobia. but yeah they’re like 5′1, got grey eyes, messy mid back at least brown hear. and enjoy wearing large slightly oversized sweater

and i’ve got two other competetly orginal characters, that are dating, whom i have a series of various short stories writen about. One is Melody, an ace succubus, whom more of a huggubus, , and her girlfriend, Sapphire. whom i just realized in the latest piece of writting i’ve realsed for them is half vampire, half something or other. might be dullahan, might be somethign else i don’t know.anyways, there is just system in the world where succubi, whom live in a netherworld sorta of place, make deals with individuals that reside in the mortal plane, as well as some that don’t, to do things for them. usually these things are those that bring the individuals some of pleasure, in exchage for something the succubus believe to be of equal value to what they did. and usually it’s some sort of sex thing, which is reason in this world for why succubi are known as sex demons, but it doesn’t always have to be a sex thing. And that’s what Melody is all about, a succubus only does those non-sexual jobs and such. Which is how she met Sapphire, whom she basically worked as a cosplay model for, so Sapphire could make sure that the cosplays that she was making were good and nothing was off with them. And eventually the two of them started dating and living together. and they’re so in love with each other and i try and do a good job of making everyhing all cute and and some shade of wholesome. yeah, i’ve got some drawing as references to them on here.

let me move onto like my danganronpa oc, i’ve got this main one i’ve got fleash out but never done anything with. The Ultimate seamstress, she basically make all her own clothes and such. her name is Naomi Maki. And basically she started making clothes basically out of a sort of jealousy, cause she has i’m not sure if it was a twin sister or an younger sister that kept having growth spurts causing their parents to spend more money and attention on her sister than her. So in a childish, but also sad, way thought that hey, if i make some new clothes for her out of her old clothes, than our parents don’t have to buy her new clothes and they can start paying attention to me again. it was of course terrible, but her sister was basically enamored with her so she loved it. and that basically what set her down the path of being the ultimate seamstress. of course her talent isn’t limited to just sewing clothe together, she can knit, crochet, and do embroidery. She usually wears a sweatshirt dress. but underneath it is a tank top and short. She wears glasses as well.

and now my homestuck ones. all fantrolls. And i’ve basically got all the ones i’ve got fleashed out a bit, enough to even talk about, in a fansession i’m currently writing, so you can find out mroe about all of them by reading that. and i’ve also talked about them quite a bit already on here so i can go in a bit less detail about them all.so first is talbot, he is my tired son with a poor concept of self care due to her horendious sleeping habbits he’s an olive knight of void and has a crow lususi have caecam, she is my more free daughter, a teal witch of rage, with a bat lusus. she’s blind, but gets by with text to speach and echolocation. she’s really hard to descrine cause i actually don’t know what she’s about really either, she’s just really fleashed out and i get in this mind space for her.i’ve got algaea, my jade maid of blood. she’s somehow a functional disaster of a gay. she does martial arts cause she originated from a dnd 5e homestuck homebrew., so i just kept that in as a part of her whole character. she has also picked up several different hobbies and such cause she has overheard cute girls how pretty they think girls who do those sort of thing are.also somehow i’ve ended up shipping all three of them together paleways, in a threeways moirialship.

now i’ve also got athoos and paagal two halves of the same troll, but really, they’re not just halves, they’re two full trolls that just happen to inhabit the same body and used to be the same troll, but shhh… i haven’t really revieled that in the fansession yet, i’m getting to that. ones a bronze female heir of heart and the other is a nb page of mind.

i have ocyete whom i created recently for my fansession, is a nb purple seer of time, otaku whom just enjoys liing life slowly. and just always have a good idea of what is going on and what will happened.avsati, indigo prince of space who is all about the details of stuff. and can get a bit too wrapped up in it all. and yeah he can be a bit much, he he usually means wellfinally althaf, a curelean rouge of life that loves excerising and such. and while is he is a bit of a hot head and such. he never stays angry or mad long when he loese his temper, and always sincerely appologizes for his rude behavior

and that’s really all of my big major ocs that i can think of right now. and i spent like an hour on this wow

#random nonsense #oc nonsense #my ocs #jinx #melody #sapphire #talbot #caecam #algaea #jyotis #athoos #paagal #ocyete #avsati #althaf

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punkpoemprose · 7 years

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Appologies- A KACIJ Oneshot

Hey @empress-only-in-name! I’m your secret santa! I decided to rough up Hans a little in the process of making some Kristanna snuggles, poor guy, haha. Hope you like it!

“Are you absolutely sure we have to go?” Kristoff asked with exasperation as Anna adjusted his sash only to step away and look at him with a malcontented grimace that they both knew was not meant for him.

“Yes, there’s no way out of this one. Trust me I tried just about everything short of sending archers with flaming arrows out to the city walls to bombard the ship. Actually, I was really giving it genuine thought, but Elsa vetoed it. You’ll be happy to know that it was a begrudging refusal. I’m pretty sure if the odds were better than 70% that his family wouldn’t start a war over it she would have come over to our side.”

Kristoff sighed and closed the space between them and wrapped his arms around her, his hands resting gently on her hips as he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

“You know I don’t care about what he has to say. I’m not coming for him and whatever apology he has, I’m coming for you.”

Anna smiled and stood on her tip toes to return the kiss, quick and chaste on his jaw. They had fallen into an easy rhythm of domesticity and made things work around both of their duties. It had been two years since they met, and rumor had it that he was looking for the perfect moment to propose.

Anna thought that, had she gotten her way, watching the flaming remains of Hans’s ship as the sun set over the Fjord would have been the perfect occasion. The light of the fire as it sunk into the watery depths mingled with the light of the evening sun as it faded along the horizon line would have made a striking scene for their much-awaited engagement. She had no doubt that he and Elsa would have both agreed. In fact, the people of Arendelle might have even asked for the day to become a national holiday.

It wasn’t just royals who were less than pleased about the return of Hans Westergaard to Arendelle’s shores. Many had protested the decision, but at the end of the day no one wanted to go to war over the bruised ego of a Prince, and so he had been allowed to sail for the Kingdom to express his penitence.

Somewhat soothed by Anna’s gesture of affection Kristoff smiled and released her from his grip. His hands slid from her skirts slowly and reluctantly. His eyes showed his want of just a few more moments with her alone before they were forced to depart the relative calm of her bedroom and make their way to the great hall.

“If he says anything out of line. Anything at all. They’re not going to be able to hold me back,” he said under his breath as Anna took his arm and they walked for the door.

“You’ll have to beat me to him,” Anna replied, tone serious, but eyes unable to help but to give him a playful wink.

This was going to be a hell of a lot easier with him at her side.

***

“Oh my God Kris! I can’t believe you knocked out his tooth!” Anna said, one hand gripped on his arm as they rushed away from the hectic scene unfolding behind them in the throne room.

“You heard what he said! What was I supposed to do?”

Anna, as proud as she was of him secretly, couldn’t help the exasperation in her tone as she chided him.

“For the love of God, he only called me beautiful!”

“No!” he said, defending himself, his cheeks practically scarlet from her reproach, “He said you were so beautiful he hardly recognized you.”

“And?” she asked, dragging him towards her room once more, assuming getting more distance between them would be her best bet. After all, she had had a hell of a time trying to pull him back after he had taken a swing at the Prince. She hated to make him leave before he could get a second swing in, but watching Hans spit out his own tooth on their way out had brought something like pride swell in her chest. She wished she would have been the one to do it herself. It had felt so satisfying the first time.

“It was a backhanded compliment! He made it sound like you looked awful the last time he saw you. You’re always beautiful! You’ve always been beautiful.”

Anna pulled her door open, and slammed it closed when he slipped through the entrance behind her. In the still, comfortable air of her room, their tension was the only indication anything had occurred at all.

“Did you really have to punch him over it though? I mean I won’t pretend I didn’t enjoy it, but this is going to be hell on Elsa for the next couple weeks trying to mend that relationship. I mean, the King and Queen and their other sons are no fan of Hans, but it really does look like a slight to beat the crap out of him within the first ten minutes of a peaceful talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry,” he said with a sigh. His eyes were on hers and they were barely in the room, both squeezed close in the entryway as they discussed his lapse in diplomatic thought. “But I warned you that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if he said anything. Tell his parents it’s not my fault their rag doll crumpled after one punch. Maybe they should raise men instead of weasels.”

Anna shook her head, but couldn’t hide the smile forming on her lips. She couldn’t be mad at him over this. She would admit to being slightly annoyed over how much she regretted pulling him away before he got a second punch in.

“Somehow I doubt their Royal Majesties would take your apology to be very sincere.”

Kristoff cracked a smile in return, “Well that’s good, because it isn’t. I’m glad I got to punch the bastard!”

Anna couldn’t help but laugh, “So defending my honor was just an excuse to get in a good hit?”

“Defending your honor is never an excuse,” he replied, his tone somewhat serious, though his grin was growing by the moment, “But last time you took care of it yourself and I felt left out.”

His arms were snaking around her waist again, tentatively as he always was, he let them hover for a moment before pulling her close.

“I expect you’ll want a reward for your good deed?” she teased, trying to relax and let the adrenaline she had had while tugging him out of the throne room drain from her veins.

He was blushing again, his eyes on hers, and their bodies pressed together. “I don’t expect anything, whether I’ve earned it or not.”

She chuckled and stood up on her tip toes to kiss him. She knew she shouldn’t reward unruly behavior, but it wasn’t her fault that even when he was bad he was good. She still counted her blessings each day he held her in his arms, even if he was messy and shy and not how she had imagined her Prince Charming, he was perfect for her. She supposed, as their lips met, that she should apologize to Hans, and even thank him. If he hadn’t been quite so stupid, she may have never been as happy as she was kissing Kristoff in the quiet of her bedroom.

His lips and hers worked together at a pace somewhere between urgent and languid. They were kissing to say a variety of things, all tangled up in several emotions that boiled down to the most basic mess that they had crafted together. Love.

The door nearly smacked them both as it swung open, and they scarcely had time to break their kiss as they realized that they had company.

“For the love of God!” Elsa complained, “I’m out there in chaos and the two of you are in here snogging.”

Her hair, neatly up when they had left, was down, and her expression was wild.

“Are you alright?” Anna asked, Kristoff’s hands still gripping her waist as they both looked into her sister’s anxiety ridden eyes. “What happened?”

“What happened is your boyfriend did what we were all thinking, scared the crap out of me in the process, and I accidently froze Hans to the floor!”

“Oh my God!” Anna said, covering her mouth in shock, but also in an attempt to keep the laugh in the back of her throat from making good on its promise to escape her lips, “Did you unfreeze him?”

“No! I panicked and ran off looking for you two.”

“I’m sure he’s fine!” Anna said, though she wasn’t certain she believed it, “Someone will probably thaw him out soon.”

Elsa’s hands came up to her face as she let out a long sigh, “Oh we really messed this one up didn’t we?”

Anna laughed and managed her way out of Kristoff’s grip to throw an arm around each of them. She wasn’t sure how she had expected the day to go, but it hadn’t been quite like this. In fact, she thought, apart from a burning ship, Anna was pretty sure the day couldn’t have gone better.

“He had it coming,” she reminded her two troublemakers with a squeeze.

At least the day hadn’t been boring.

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