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I Could Drive You Crazy

Pairing: Éomer x OFC (unnamed)

Summary: She drove him crazy, with her little mannerism specifically crafted to irritate him, to get a rise out of him, for it was then, in that sweet spot before he starts to boil, before his true ire took over, that they find themselves in the heated throws of passion.

Warnings: NSFW, explicit, racism against Dunlendings (if thats a thing? I don't know, I'm new here), unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: less than 2k.

Setting: Aldburg, Rohan - some years before the War of the Ring.

Notes: This is the result of me ovulating and having no outlet as well as a song-bug stuck in my ear: I Could Drive You Crazy by Sierra Ferrell. Basically its a song about being crazy and I thought that might make for an interesting character to pair Éomer with, since apparently I enjoy watching him suffer. I'm not yet ready to name this OFC. I kind of hate her but I want to play with her a few more times and see what mischief she can get up to first before I decide if she needs a permanent residence.

I'm probably going to the small section of hell they specifically reserve for the sickos who deface Tolkien's works with such vulgarity. Enjoy!

Hay Fever threatened to take him fully yet she barged through the door as if he hadn’t complained to her that morning of an oncoming headache. She loved to do that. Ignore his every word and then act surprised when he was upset with her for having to repeat himself. Rare did he share his feelings with others, rarer still that he was forced to repeat himself. Not as Third Marshal of the Mark, Lord of Aldburg. People listened when he spoke. She did not.

“Feed your dogs, Éomer,” she says, voice full of spite. He hated when she called him by his name so casually. He never particularly cared for the triviality of titles. It matters not to him how he is referred to, as long as he first gave leave to call him by his given name, yet she takes the privilege without even bothering to ask permission.

She eyes the hound dogs sprawled at his feet with contempt. She did not like that he allows the dogs to reside inside the confines of his home. They belong in a kennel, outside. “They look as though they will devour me.”

This was his home. It would do her well to get used to seeing them laying on the floor. He sits back in his seat appraising her, the judgment seeped deep in her dark eyes. She is of mixed ancestry, there is no doubt of that by looking at her. Carrying enough blood of the Dunlendings to mark her differently. A mark of his resentment towards her. Resentment that blossomed into hate, the sweet fuel to their more rousing escapades.

“I should let them.” The threat comes out harsher than he intends, the start of a cold restricting any tenderness from escaping his throat.

Tossing two halves of an uneaten pheasant on the ground the dogs swallow it whole in one bite. He had taken his supper in his room that evening, not in the mood to dally with the residents of Aldburg. Typically the seasonal Hay Fever did not affect him but the heavy spring rains had caused an influx of new weeds to run wild in the fields causing him to feel less than ideal. Currently a pain bloomed behind his eyes and at the base of his throat, leaving him in no state to make friendly conversation. Yet here she is, when he had specifically ordered the Doorward not to let anyone into his rooms.

She could drive him to insanity with her blatant disrespect of him. He did not know why he kept her around. They had nothing in common and his list of grievances against her was long in number, dating back almost a year prior, growing longer still.

Showing up late to a personal invitation to go riding, acting as though they had never agreed to a time and certainly not a place of meeting. She had once offered to cook him supper to which he almost choked on the bones swimming in the stew. Had ruined a hunting trip, scaring away all the animals with her incessant humming. A tune which was stuck in his head for almost a fortnight. There was no fishing to be had with her, requiring more patience than whatever little she possessed. Yet time, and time again, him found himself tangled in sheets of his bed with her, or roughly pressed against the edge of his desk in the solar, partial to the idea of being caught, or in the hayloft above the stables, straining so deliciously tight around him as she rode -

He teeth grind at the sight of her, fluttering about his room, touching this and that, moving it slightly away from its original spot as she talks about her day.

“I found a lovely bolt of cloth that would make a fine dress.” She has picked up the crystal paperweight from his desk, peering at it as if she is speaking to the paperweight and not him.

So it was money she wanted? He should have known better than to think she was checking on his well being. He lifts his chin, waiting for her to meet his eye. She would have to ask him directly if she desired any coin from him but she continues to pick up random items just to set them down again, completely ignoring him.

“Come here.” His patience has grown thin. He will not ask her twice yet she looks at him as if he should be the one crawling on his knees to be near her. As if he should hand over his purse just to be allowed the honor of being in the same room as her.

When he does not concede to her silent petition she nods her head in appreciation to his stubbornness. A sly smile curls on her lips as she approaches him, already lifting her dress to better seat herself on his lap.

“I don’t know what I ever liked about you,” he says gruffly as she straddles him. Pushing aside her skirts he unties the laces of his trousers. He would have his due of her before this Hay Fever set in fully.

She laughs mockingly at that. “You love me.”

“I don’t think I do.” He nips at her lips and she smiles ruefully. Skirt pulled around her waist he is able to easily palm the wet folds of her labia. “You seem to like me,” he draws out, pushing the heel of his palm into her sensitive nub, eliciting a delicate gasp from between pink parted lips. He takes the opening to kiss her fully when she otherwise does not particularly enjoy the intimacy of a long drawn out kiss. She surprises him by matching the energy, eagerly molding her lips against his. Rutting down on his hand and along his ever hardening cock causes a gasp of his own to escape his mouth and into hers. His eyes closed briefly at the contact. They had last laid together only that morning. Was he so fallible to her that he could not even keep from gasping out like an inexperienced adolescent?

She bites down on his lower lip. Hard, drawing blood. He hisses his resentment through clenched teeth, digging his fingers into her side. He hated when she did that. This she knows. She remembers that particular detail about him, yet could not remember the name of his first horse or his favorite fishing spot. More than anything she loved to know what he hated.

She is trying to get a rise out of him. Make his boil, just a little. The sex was always better for it.

“Minx,” he growls against her mouth. Taking hold of his cock he spreads the juices of her pleasure along the length, lining himself up with her entrance. Greedily he flicks his hips up into her without warning. She laments her pleasure, loud for all to hear. The Doorward, no doubt, will not be expecting reprimand from him, not when he can so clearly hear the results of his mistake.

Wiggling against him she tries vainly to adjust to the size difference but he holds her in place, fingers digging into her sides. He wishes that he wasn’t so incorrigible. That he wasn’t so tempted by her teasing. That he could withhold himself from acting out so rashly. Maybe like that of his older cousin, whose poise and sense of propriety had always come with ease. Yet he falls for her time and time again, fucking her exactly as she enjoys. As he enjoys.

Letting his eyes linger on her undulating body he sets his jaw to keep from baring his teeth at the pressure of her rolling hips. If only she rode horses as good as she did him then she might be worth her weight in the saddle. Yet for all her withering she is shit astride a horse. It was that cursed Dunlending blood, tainting her ability to be anything but subpar.

A whimper escapes her lips, and he smiles cruelly, at least she suffers, same as him. She rides him slow, a painful pace that leaves him groaning. His only respite from her torture is his thumb circling her clit. She might know everything he hated but he knew exactly what her body loved. Specifically how to milk an orgasm out of her that would leave her seeing stars. It starts slow. Small circles to bring her to attention, and then an increase of pressure as blood engorges to the area. Her breathing hitches in her throat. Like the cat that caught the canary, he smiles at the sight of her. A harsh thrust of his hips, he fills her fully causing her pace to falter. The careful placement of his thumb halts, watching the confused look cross her features as her incoming orgasm slips out from under her.

His name is a growl on her lips, a slight warning. “Éomer.”

That he could take his name from her lips.

She knows the game he plays, the same one she taught him all those years ago. His thumb picks up pace with her rolling hips. He cradles her neck with his free hand. Skin hot, beneath his touch. A sheen of sweat is building along her hairline. He traces the curve of her collarbone and down her chest, across to her nipples, hard beneath her bodice. She is almost as sensitive here as she is between her legs, her hands clench around his shirt trying to hide her rising ecstasy. His nostrils flare, eyes trapped on the expanse of her face, carefully watching for each small indication of her pleasure.

Turning her head she tries to hide from him but he quickly has her jaw clasped between his fingers. He would see her. Shaking her head she waves off his touch, attempting to cover her eyes behind her hand, like a child hiding in plain sight. He clicks his tongue, taking her hand in his and after some struggling binds them both in his clasp behind her back.

“Go on then.” He flicks his chin in her direction. Her pace has all but stopped, hesitantly she finds it again, knowing full well that he now possesses all the power. The power to dish out pleasure as he saw fit.

Yet her rolling hips are more powerful, more exaggerated than before, causing him to grimace, lest he call out her name. She would love that, revel in his undoing. He steels himself with a deep breath through his nose. A ragged breath from her lets him know she is close again. He slows his thumb, wondering if she’ll cry out, plead with him to give her what she wants.

“Éomer.” His name, like a prayer on her lips, is soft and sweet, and he knows he no longer possesses the control he once touted.

Letting free her hands, he pulls her in close until her head rests against his. He can feel the warmth of her breath as he takes his pace, thrusting into her. She has brushed away his teasing thumb, replacing it with her own skilled fingers. A shuddering breath and she tightens further around the length of him. She cries out loud enough that he is certain they hear her in the Great Hall. He is still thrusting into her as she convulses hot and heady around him but he soon follows suit, letting his release run him fully with a loud groan of his own.

Panting, she rests her head against his chest, forehead sticky with sweat it clings to the thin fabric of his shirt. She does not cuddle. She never has lingered in his arms as they slowly drift down from their high. She slips off his lap and he shutters at the sudden loss of contact, hands gripping the armrests of the chair.

By the time he has regained his senses enough to stand she has relieved herself and wiped clean his seed dripping down her thighs. Maybe a good romp was the cure to any oncoming ailment. He drowns the last of his ale, eyeing her as she smiles prettily for him under dark thick lashes. So demure and pliant, when only moments earlier he was ready to have her thrown from his room for her uncouth behavior.

“You spoil me, my lord,” she says coyly. He bites back a scoff.

Her gaze is taken with the leather purse heavy on the corner of his desk. A slight nod of his head and she promptly reaches across the expanse, showing off the long lines of her body, and that of the soft curves she knows he loves to grab hold of during their coupling. Deftly, her fingers dip inside the pouch, taking out three coins.

“This should cover the cost.” Her gaze darts to him, searching for any subtle hint of permission that she could take more but he is hard set against giving her indication. Already she pushes the bounds of his generosity.

“And one more,” she purrs softly, plucking a fourth coin out. “As insurance to return to you.”

He rolls his eyes, knowing well she will only return when she pleases not because she feels indebted to him. Offering a low curtsey, she mumbles her thanks, letting his gaze linger on her, on the low cut of her dress. Her bosom all but swells out of the strains of her bodice. When did such a salacious style come into fashion? Surely his sister did not expose herself so scantily in Edoras? He bites his lip, thoughts of his sister quickly pushed from his mind replaced instead by the women so humbly lowered before him. Already he feels a slight twitch of his groin.

She rises, satisfied with her display of deference. A Haunting smile on her lips, she glances at the hound dogs splayed out on the rug.

“Feed your dogs, Éomer,” she instructs as a final goodbye. Out the door he is certain she can hear his mocking laughter following her.

#I probably got his voice entirely wrong #but I had fun writing this #eomer fanfiction #Eomer x OC #Eomer x OFC #Eomer smut #lotr fanfic #lotr smut

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jorisjurgen · 4 months

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World of Twelve dashboard simulator

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I think if I get knocked out while solo'ing dungeons oen more time local eniripsas will just euthanise me 😭 iop save me

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we all have that homie who's not gonna make it.

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You run an anti-recovery alcoholism blog tho ???

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way to be classphobic dipshit.

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Idk i feel like posting about losing your home bc of it isn't very successful and happy pandawa of you.

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Anyone in this thread smoke hemp

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Like a sworn knight, I serve you. You are my beating heart, my lifeline. Neither Bonta nor Astrub would be home, if you were not by my side...

Yet, why do my hands yearn for freedom, the way a butcher yearns for a wild animal?

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Are you ok op.

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isnt op that one guy with 50 side blogs who got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

🌌 somethingquietplace

Do you swear on your heart that you can truly believe a person with a life and a career would post on this site.

#Mind your buisiness. #not osu

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does anyone know if the demigod goultard is still out there marrying people//...

i n;;eed h;im.

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When you die and go to externam not even being hosed down will help clean your soul. You will not reincarnate for 999 years.

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🌌 somethingquietplace

Went on a fishing trip with my family.

Here are some photos I took there, including photos of the snappers the three of us caught. Sufokia is beautiful this time of the year.

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I'll delete this reblog a bit later for organization purposes, but I wanted to take this moment to thank you all for your comments.

Also, I did not know that there was a fishing community here, for all the decades I spent on this site. The more you know.

#It's nice to get back in the groove of things... #Such a hectic year. #I just need some peace and quiet. #And maybe then I'll feel better. #Though sometimes I do ask why I keep doing this. Just everything in general. #...A hot chocolate will fix me right up though. Always does. #Delete later

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I know most ppl are like..,, 100% over talking about that one fuckin xelor that reversed time for like 20 minutes. like yeah hes evil but he saved my whole life. i spilled coffee on my passport and then WHOOM time reversed and shit. and i woke up 20 minutes earlier, threw up, and decided not to go anywhere near my documents with liquids ever again.

can i get a wahoo for grandpa genocide. like he really fucked up but he did do a solid one to at least me. i just feel like enough years had passed for me to speak my truth

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It's not a laughing matter, people died. And it was a yet another case of media representing xelors as crazy and evil.

Try to put yourself in the mindset of the victims.

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im a xelor too and i think this is fucking hilarious soo yeah.

try reincarnating into a different class in next life! hope this helps.

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I agree with the second rb, but is nobody going to mention their url??

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I know we all have our role models for adventurers we'd like to marry or become or steal the gender of or whatever, but idk it haunts me that some of them may be on this site. Imagine someone like master Eva reading what ppl had written about her or her husband. scary.

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I hope ush galash can feel when i post about sending him psionic shadow assassins. i hope he fucking feels pain. Every single time.

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what did a random bontarian noble do to you. also isn't he dead.

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OK SO. this made me realize that most people genuinely don't know about the murder dungeon allegations.

To summ it up, he lured in people to rob his house, put them in The Murder Dungeon (actually a tower, but... rule of funny. it sounds funnier that way), and Bontarian government did NOTHING about for years, and even placed a statue in his honor despite that.

wo2ww.bontanews.bn/articles/ush-galesh-allegations-of....

Now, this might sound like a conspiracy theory, but most of us in the demigod drama community know that Ecaflip demigods just... fake their deaths a lot. So there's a very big chance he's still out there. He's fucking out there.

And I want him to know, that I am sending psionic brain warriors to him. And to the king too.

THE ONLY reason this turned into a thing everyone knows is due to an anonymous leaker from within the palace. I fucking hate this kingdom.

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The city of good, btw

yet another reason i am a proud brakmarian despite not liking djaul LOL

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WHAT????? HE HAD A WHAT ..

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oh god what happened to my post.

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there are like, theories on who leaked it btw, considering a bunch of diplomats had access to the documents. Though I won't point any fingers towards anyone in the palace in particular. 👀

if it would keep him doing this, I could kiss that guy who did this, on the lips, I would. or like, give him a pizzlarva.

fr fr.

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It's every Bontarian's civil duty to try and make the city a little bit better. I think these motivations are both unneeded and unwanted.

Though the pizzlarva bit is funny.

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arent you that one guy with whos been here for like 20 years and got accused of being a part of the bontarian royalty and classfaking being an ecaflip.

did you do this tumblr user somethingquietplace. did you.

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I'm running a combination OSU, photography, and fishing blog where I post poorly written poetry at 4AM.

Please stop with the "you're never beating the allegations" jokes.

#not osu

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#wakfu #dofus #krosmoz #this is cringe #but i had fun writing this #mymemes #there are only 2 canonical wakfu characters who would be on tumblr and only one of them is here. sorry.#you can guess who it is.

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and-i-like-youuu · 1 year

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Queerness and I Want To Hold Your Hand

Lately, I've been thinking about the potential queer themes in I Want To Hold Your Hand. The only reason I started thinking about it was because of this quote I saw on one of amoralto's posts where John Lennon said:

"It’s a plus, it’s not a minus. The plus is that your best friend, also, can hold you without… I mean, I’m not a homosexual, or we could have had a homosexual relationship and maybe that would have satisfied it, with working with other male artists. [faltering] An artist – it’s more – it’s much better to be working with another artist of the same energy, and that’s why there’s always been Beatles or Marx Brothers or men, together. Because it’s alright for them to work together or whatever it is. It’s the same except that we sleep together, you know? I mean, not counting love and all the things on the side, just as a working relationship with her, it has all the benefits of working with another male artist and all the joint inspiration, and then we can hold hands too, right?"

— John Lennon, interview w/ Sandra Shevey. (1972)

There's so much to unpack from this quote, but I'm going to focus on the last bit of it which really caught my attention. Whilst talking about his creative and romantic relationship with Yoko, John consistently compared it to the kind of creative relationship he had with male artists and how his relationship with her was a lot like the relationships he had had with other male artists except that he was allowed to be in love with her.

If we deconstruct the quote and bullet point each of the qualities he listed as positives with his relationship with Yoko this is what we get:

"A best friend who can hold you without..." I don't want to speak for John or twist his words, but I think the word "fear" or "disgust" can fit very naturally at the end of that thought. And while he doesn't finish that thought, it's pretty clear where he was going with that because he cuts himself off by claiming "I mean, I'm not a homosexual."

"An artist – it’s more – it’s much better to be working with another artist of the same energy..." My take on the "same energy" means same wave-length or same creative chemistry. Or, his equal.

"It’s the same except that we sleep together, you know?" as opposed to him and other male artists.

"just as a working relationship with her, it has all the benefits of working with another male artist"

"Joint inspiration"

"And then we can hold hands too, right?"

If we take away any sense of pronouns and just look at the way John looks at the kind of creative/romantic partnership he valued so much, he placed a lot of emphasis on the creative energy of the relationship as well as the physical aspect of that kind of relationship. There's this sense that he has had a relationship a lot like the one he had with Yoko except that he had wanted a lot of romantic things he could not have because the other artist was male. But with Yoko, he could have it all because she’s a woman.

And that last bit where John said he could hold hands with Yoko struck me as a bit of an odd example to give, but then when I remembered I'm queer I was like OH.

Because, in the heteronormativity of back then, wouldn't a man and woman holding hands be okay? It would've just seem perfectly natural. But why would he have phrased it like a question: "And then we can hold hands too, right?" unless he had, at one point, thought of the alternative: holding hands with another man.

Just so it doesn't seem like I'm beating around the bush here, I think John was thinking about Paul in that entire quote. Which then leads me onto the song I Want To Hold Your Hand.

"We wrote a lot of stuff together, one-on-one, eyeball to eyeball. Like in ‘I Want To Hold Your Hand’, I remember when we got the chord that made the song. We were in Jane Asher’s house, downstairs in the cellar playing on the piano at the same time. And we had, ‘Oh you-u-u… got that something…’ And Paul hits this chord and I turn to him and say, ‘That’s it!’ I said, ‘Do that again!’ In those days, we really used to absolutely write like that – both playing into each other’s nose."

John Lennon, 1980 All We Are Saying, David Sheff

I included the above quote because it exemplified the kinds of qualities John liked in a creative/romantic partner. He didn't say it directly, but based off that quote you could tell John thought he and Paul had a lot of creative energy together, "We wrote a lot of stuff together, one-on-one, eyeball to eyeball." You could tell that songwriting with Paul was an incredibly intimate and special activity with him. And he emphasized their closeness again at the end of that quote when he said, "In those days, we really used to absolutely write like that---both playing into each other's nose." (Okay. They totally kissed ahfjkdhas I'm only joking...but am I?).

As I said, there's a sense of physical closeness to his description, but if you'll notice, there's no actual touching involved. Just a closeness that borders on an invasion of one’s space. "Eyeball-to-eyeball" and "into each other's noses." And then, the "one-on-one," this was something only they did with each other. All their focus on each other.

So, compared with the quote about Yoko about how John could have all that physical and open affection with her. I believe this quote exemplifies John's desire to have had more with Paul.

Okay, so I keep saying I'm going to talk about the song, and I am! But first, some context. I Want To Hold Your Hand was written in 1963; homosexuality remained illegal until 1967 in England. Given that backdrop, if John had had feelings for Paul he wouldn’t have been able to act on them even if he wanted to. Assuming, that is, he was aware of his feelings.

So, to the song!

This was a song both of them wrote together; therefore, it’s hard to say who wrote what lyrics, but I’d like to look at it with a queer lens.

If you look at the lyrics as a whole, there are no pronouns. The song is directed at “you.” Which, in general, is brilliant because it means it could be anyone. Fans could imagine it was them they were singing about or they could imagine someone they wanted to hold hands with too. And also when you think about how John and Paul wrote it “eyeball-to-eyeball” and “into each others noses” … well. It could very well be a confession disguised as a song.

The “let me hold your hand” is one or both of them asking for permission to hold hands. Given the backdrop of criminalized homosexuality, an act like that would’ve been considered “gross indecency” and punishable by law. And to sing that in front of millions? Everyone would’ve assumed they were singing about a vague/general “you,” but if John for instance had had Paul in mind, it would’ve been like asking him in front of the whole audience, the whole world, for permission to hold hands with him. Alongside that it also would’ve been like asking for the audience’s permission to do it as well, in a way. Because the only thing that stopped him from doing that or asking that, I’m sure, were the laws and the homophobia of the time. So, it very well could’ve been let me hold his hand.

The “I wanna hold your hand” is the same as the above except it’s a confession not a request. I want to do this, but the I cant goes unsaid. Which begs the question of why? If we look at it from a hetero perspective, the likely explanation would be “oh, because she doesn’t feel the same way” or “she doesn’t know his feelings” or whatever. But from a queer lens, well, we know why.

Given what John said about his thoughts about creative/romantic partners and how much he valued physical closeness, the lines “And when I touch you / I feel happy inside” serve as a reflection of that. Which I can’t help but recall when Paul said John told him:

So, with that lyric, the act of touch would’ve felt especially significant during that time especially since physical affection between men, even if it was platonic, would’ve been seen as taboo. But the “happy inside” is a private feeling, which is being confessed about in the song.

In queer literature, there are often themes of “hiding” to be found. So, I find the inclusion of the lyric “I can’t hide” very interesting. Because the song itself is the opposite of hiding, in a way. It was putting feelings out there without outing oneself.

In a nutshell, I believe I Want To Hold Your Hand is a veiled confessional love song with queer connotations.

#paul mccartney #john lennon #mclennon #my post #song analysis #I’m sure if John could come back from the dead he’d tell me it’s not that deep #but I had fun writing this #and I spent waaaay too much time on it #i originally planned to write about Do you want to know a secret #but after reading about the context behind it #I don’t rly think it’s a Mclennon song #I hope this wasn’t too ramble-y #Yoko ono

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koostarcandy · 2 years

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Hi👋🏽 could you do a fic for Jungkook with prompts 1,4 & 49? Maybe he is sick and gets really clingy and needy lol, and then his s/o gets sick too. ❤️

hello there, anonie 👋🏽 here are the prompts ;;;

1 - “can you stay? please?”

4 - “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

49 - “all thanks to your dumbass.”

hope you like them, darling !!

in sickness and in health - jungkook x reader

"baby, its not that bad, i promise but i think i really need you here 'cause you know, you said, in sickness and in health, 'member?"

"koo, the wedding's not until next year and i'm on my way, just getting some soup to put in the thermos, okay? hang in there, my brave love, wanna stay on the phone or rest some more?"

"rest more, wanna rest more so i can see you better," jungkook babbles and along the line, he hangs up, hopefully snoring away his sudden cold and cough. you warned him about having the 5 different types of bingsu's back-to-back, but he took it upon himself to finish it because you got it from the other side of town while you were working.

carefully pouring jungkook's favourite tomato soup into a thermos, you quickly thank the front person at the restaurant and rush home, groaning at the red lights and hoping the soup doesn't get cold.

when you reach home, its odd to find bam not rushing to you, eager paws trying to hug you, followed by his father trying to do the same, attacking you with his kisses. you find bam's bowls filled with water and food, fond smile taking over your face when you see jungkook's fatherliness peeking through even when he's sick. bam finds his way to you, nosing your leg, trying to nudge you to your shared bedroom, as if to say, "quickly, appa's waiting for you!" making sure you're following him.

gentle snores escape your fiance's lips, hands tightly wrapped around your pillow and it warms your heart to see that he looks for you even in his sleep. you see bam making his way to the foot of the bed, curling up, droopy eyes and head down, showing you its his nap time already. after making sure bam was comfortable, you get the soup along with some bread with hot cheese, knowing jungkook would like some comfort food now.

you slip back into the room to find jungkook gazing down at bam, long hand hanging over the downside of your bedpost, softly scratching your big baby's ears. his head shifts to you, tired smile adorning his face. you place the tray of warm food on the side table, settling next to him and stroking his hair, "feeling okay now, darling?" he shrugs and points at his forehead, "i dunno, you didn't gimme a kiss yet," wincing at his scratchy voice. you immediately place a kiss on his forehead, followed by kisses all over his face, not caring whether or not you'll get sick.

"aren't you feeling cold? where's your t-shirt?" you ramble about how he shouldn't be half naked when sick, trying to get off the bed but held back by strong arms around your waist. "get this off," he mumbles at your work attire, tugging at your coat and shirt. "okay, you big baby," pecking his lips and smoothing his hair, you whisper out a, "i'll be back," to an already sleeping jungkook.

when you change into your favourite shirt (read: jungkook's) and slip back into bed, strong arms wind around you once again, sleepy face nuzzling into your tummy. the unusual warmth from jungkook has you remembering about the soup and cheese toast and when you whisper the magic words of, "i've got soup and cheese toast" has jungkook up in a instant, almost giving you whiplash. "not so sick now, are you?" reaching for the tray and setting it down in front of him. his hot breaths reach your neck, gentle poking of his hands prompting you to feed him.

after satisfying both of your insatiable appetites, he pulls you down for a quick cuddle, ears turning red at your gentle teasing and doting kisses. "what happened to super antibody, hmm?" followed by a gentle kiss on his pink nose. he huffs in good fun, mumbling out a, “you’re gonna be the death of me.” you squish his face for good measure, coaxing him to take a power nap for another round of rest. his arms hold you tighter, knowing you're not very fond of naps, squeezing out a scratchy, “can you stay? please?” you look into his tired eyes, swollen lids indicating his lack of rest. "sleep, koo, i'll be right here."

jungkook is woken up by the incessant yet quiet sound of clearing of throat, furrowed eyebrows slowly easing at your sight. you're gulping down hot water, tissues rubbing at your nose. sensing his eyes on you, your playful glare does nothing but bring out a mischievous laugh out of him, ensuing a fit of coughs. you throw the tissues, sniffling into his arms and throwing out a, “all thanks to your dumbass.” which lures out another laugh out of jungkook.

in sickness and in health, remember?

requests closed.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #sick!jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #bts x reader #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #this was wayyyyy overdue im sorry anon dear #but i had fun writing this #this request came around the time when koo was down with covid #took a different take on it #because i felt like doting on koo today thats all #hope you like this anonie!!!

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forest-wolfie · 7 months

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Hey pssst

I posted anther fanfic on AO3

Its self shipping bc I can do that

And it involves doc

Check it out if you want :3

Facial Scars on AO3

#wolfie speaks #wolfie ocs #madcom #madness combat #ao3 #fanfiction #madness combat fanfiction #madcom fanfiction #canon x oc #original work #madcom 2bdamned #madcom doc #madcom oc #writers on tumblr #no idea what else to add #but i had fun writing this #and its very cute go check it out #yippee

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brainrotlesbian · 6 months

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Tongues and Teeth

CW: cannibalism, body horror, gore

The sound of the battle raging overhead was muted and far away; the sewers really were a good place to hide. But that’s not why Hide was there. He heard the frantic muttering from a distance. It was him; he had to go investigate. As he approached the source of the muttering, he heard the scuttling of thousands of tiny insect legs, and he shuddered.

“Ken?” he whispered harshly, unsure of what he planned to do upon seeing his friend again. “Ken, where are you?”

He heard a harsh growling beyond a corner, and more scuttling. Then he heard the muttering again.

“Gotta… gotta protect them.” The voice was that of Kaneki, but… not, at the same time. It sounded like two or more people were speaking at the same time, the second voice scratchy and discordant. “Can’t let them… know…”

“Ken?” Hide rounded the corner, stopping when he saw his friend. Or, someone who used to be his friend. He silently took in the sight of this twisted, tortured man, unsure if he had been noticed.

Every movement Kaneki made caused loud cracking to echo down the sewer, his metamorphosed lower half resembling that of a giant centipede. A scythe-shaped carapace protruded from his face, covering his eyes, partially shrouded by snow-white hair. What happened to him?

“… Ken?” He reached for him, slowly.

He started, turning to face Hide, and froze.

“N—no. Get… get away from me!” Kaneki batted his hand away, backing away frantically while panting and breathing heavily. “You can’t be here!”

“I’m here to help,” he said, raising his arms to show non-aggression. “I know how to help you, if you’ll let me.”

Kaneki let out a wail, his nails tearing through the skin on his chest and arms as he curled in on himself. “No! No, no, you can’t… I can’t protect you… you need to leave!”

Hide lowered his gaze. “That shouldn’t be your responsibility,” he said. “I can take care of myself.” He grasped Kaneki’s hands in his own. “I’m here for you, Ken.”

“No, you can’t! Pl—please, just go. It’s better for both of us.”

He sighed, letting his hands go. “I know you’re a ghoul now, Ken,” he said. “And I don’t know how that happened, but… I’m here to help.” He held out his hands, palms up. “Whatever it takes.”

Kaneki blinked, his left eye changing so the sclera turned black and his iris was blood red. A ghoul eye, but Hide wasn’t surprised. He’d known almost the entire time. Kaneki seemed to study him, gauging his response, but Hide wasn’t scared.

“I know what you need,” Hide whispered. “You need… me. You need my body; my flesh. You can take it. I want— I need to help you.”

He stares for a moment, his lips slightly agape, and his eyes hungry. Starved, even. He moved quickly, grabbing Hide’s waist and pulling him into a kiss. Both young men closed their eyes, quickly allowing themselves to melt into the intimacy of being so close. But Kaneki was starved, and Hide had given permission…

He started small, biting into Hide’s bottom lip, relishing in the taste as blood began trickling into his mouth. He couldn’t stop himself after he’d gotten that first taste. Hide stifled a pained cry as he took another bite, tearing at his flesh and ripping a chunk out of his chin. Kaneki continued kissing and biting, tearing away at the skin and muscles. It hurt like hell, but as long as it would help him, it was ok with Hide.

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Clarity hit Kaneki suddenly, while he was in the middle of… eating? It didn’t taste like a ghoul. No, this one was delicious, and familiar, somehow. He blinked, feeling the blood dripping from his chin and hands, then looked down. Hide, in his arms, eyes half-open, and his face mutilated—completely torn apart. His breathing was raspy, but even. He didn’t say anything, although looking down to the bloody mess of sinew and muscle that used to be his throat, he probably couldn’t anymore. He dropped him in shock, the taste of his flesh still fresh on his tongue.

“… what… happened?” he groaned, staring in horror as Hide lay on the sewer floor, lifeless except for his slow breathing.

Hide… had found him? Had seen him like this? Had… had… not run? And had obviously suffered the consequences. The world tilted, until he placed his palm against the wall to stabilize himself.

“Hide?” He knelt next to him, slipping his hands under his shoulders. “Oh my god… Hide, what have I done?!”

Hide’s eyes opened, looking softly into Kaneki’s face. There was no hatred, no malice. Only a little pain. His hand reached up to touch Kaneki’s cheek, his thumb softly stroking his skin. He wasn’t mad?

“Hide, I’m… so sorry,” he whispered, cradling his head gently. “I’ll… I can fix this.”

He shook his head sadly. There was no “fixing it.” What had happened was irreversible. And they both had to live with that. Kaneki lowered his head in defeat. Everything he had done to protect the ones he loved, and he was the one to hurt Hide like this.

He was a failure.

#did I read the manga? no #so is this accurate? also no #but I had fun writing this #not canon compliant #tokyo ghoul #Kaneki Ken #hideyoshi nagachika #hide x kaneki #tw cannibalism #body horror #gore

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melting-morning-blues · 1 year

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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Future Card Buddyfight Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kisaragi Zanya & Kisaragi Akatsuki Characters: Kisaragi Zanya, Kisaragi Akatsuki, Commissioner Kisaragi, Nanomachine Ninja Tsukikage, Nanomachine Ninja Byakuya, Original Female Character(s) (Mentioned), other characters from triple d are mentioned too! Additional Tags: EVERYONE SAY HAPPY BDAY BELLU, Diary/Journal, Introspection, Character Study, Relationship Study, Comfort/Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Coming of Age, Not Canon Compliant, this is headcannon galore, commissioner kisaragi (and even zanya) might feel kinda ooc, but it's also called creative liberty tehe, so far it's rated general; but it is subject to change, first time trying this writing style/format; hope the story makes sense TT, spoiler tags (!!), Grief/Mourning, Implied Past Character Death Summary:

Zanya Kisaragi receives a diary on his birthday.

note : this fic is vaguely set during that one month after the wbc cup ended and before x begins. idk how plausible that is, but we're gonna assume. and regarding zanya's age... it's up to interpretation! (RUNS)

note x2 : who would've thought i'd write a multi-chaptered, zanya-centric fic exploring his relationships with others while navigating life's up and downs?? as this is an ongoing fic, expect updates every one to two days (if i'm productive) ^^

#mio writes #future card buddyfight #zanya kisaragi #POSTED!!#belated birthday gift <3 #the story is kinda sorta messy #but i had fun writing this #and i hope u'd have fun reading it!

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whookami · 1 year

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Studios need to put out ideas for people to vote on. Doesn’t guarantee a film gets made, but acts as a barometer for what crazy ideas people actually want to see.

For Instance, some weird ideas I would vote for:

-A very Muppet Murder Mystery (basically the Muppets meets Clue)

-A horror movie for an underappreciated holiday like… arbour day. Pancake Tuesday? I’d offer up Talk Like a Pirate Day, but I don’t want to desecrate the most holy day of the Pastafarians.

-….A Pastafarian film. Like, treat it like an actual holy epic, like the Ten Commandments or The Passion of Christ or whatever. Hardcore tongue in cheek at the start, but increasingly madcap as it progresses. Kinda Dogma vibes.

-Anything in which an animated asshole cat gets partnered with a dumbass well meaning cat and has to save the world. Or the stakes can be lower than that. Just give me two cats that represent the two polar opposites of the cat spectrum having to work together for some cause.

-kid who time travels into the future and torments his older self until they can figure out a way to send him home. Who cares if it technically invalidates the entire premise with faulty time travel logic? If back to the future 2 can get away with it so can another movie.

So yeah. Voting for the premises we want to see should be a thing. Half of these are premises I have seen before on sites and such, a few are my own. But all are shit I’d vote for! I’ve hit super hero oversaturation. I want new ideas in the marketplace. I’m sure others do too. And okay, technically the Muppets aren’t new, but they haven’t done a proper take on a classic story or genre in a goodly while. It’s time again. It’s time to light the lights! It’s time to get things started!

#I haven’t slept in about 36 hours and I’m not sure where my brain is #movies #the muppets #ideas for new movies #brain dribbling out my earholes #but I had fun writing this

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sevensins-stuff · 2 years

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Totally *Not* A Porno

Thirteen x Aqua

⚠️Warnings⚠️: smut, fem!oc, shower sex, groping, lesbians!!!

"Mind if I share the shower with you? I don't wanna wait for the water to heat up."

Aqua recognized the voice of the newcomer as the only other female exchange student. She turned to find Thirteen poking her head into the locker room before turning back to her own locker.

"What if we go in at the same time? It wouldn't make much sense then."

The reaper giggled as she fully entered the locker room, coming up to the locker she shared next to the human.

"Fair. I just wanted an excuse to get to know you better."

"Is that so?" Aqua opened her locker, hiding the shy look on her face.

"As plain as you look, you've still got everyone here wrapped around your finger. There has to be something about you that's interesting and I want to find it."

Thirteen opened her locker after and wasted no time in getting undressed, throwing her clothes into the locker before closing it again.

"I'll meet you in the showers."

Aqua couldn't help the heat that rushed to her cheeks but she had no time to ponder on her body's reaction. After all, they weren't really allowed to share the locker room with the demons in their gym class, so their time together was short. She took her clothes off and folded it neatly before placing it in her locker, closing it and heading to the showers herself.

The sound of running water greeted her as she walked into the damp room and, without a second thought, she took Thirteen up on her offer as she walked up to the single shower.

"Glad you could make it."

"Mmhmm…"

Aqua pulled her hair up into a bun and Thirteen took the opportunity to look over, or more so, examine her body. A smirk teasing at her lips.

"Did you bring soap with you?"

The question caught the human off guard for a moment, but then her memories caught up to her and she gasped softly.

"No. I forgot to buy more."

"Don't worry, I'll share."

Aqua's brow arched questionably but the reaper only chuckled.

"I don't share often, let alone at all. You should take this chance while you have it."

She sighed defeatedly. "Alright. Thank you for sharing."

"Of course." Thirteen pulled Aqua under the shower head with her. "After all, this brand is worth sharing. It makes your skin silky smooth and it smells amazing."

For a moment, she reminded the human of Asmodeus and she allowed herself to be a little more comfortable around the reaper. It also meant that Diavolo's plan of the exchange students getting closer was working.

Thirteen poured some of the gel on her sponge before sharing it with Aqua. Upon closer inspection, it was a clear gel with black dots in it. Rubbing it into her sponge released a pleasant vanilla scent which made Aqua completely drop her guard. The girls showered like normal, scrubbing every inch of skin. It wouldn't have taken more than seven minutes for them to finish, but Thirteen was thinking of something more. She turned to the other with a soft smile and an offer.

"Scrub my back and I'll scrub yours?"

It took a moment for her to answer, but Aqua responded positively. "...Alright."

They switched sponges and the reaper turned around for the human. Aqua scrubbed her back, earning a soft sigh from the other. Once she was done, she let Thirteen know before they switched roles. She began to scrub the human's back but after a moment her hands lingered.

"I think I know now. Why everyone's so head over heels for you."

"Really?"

Thirteen hummed as she slowly trailed her fingers down Aqua's spine, making her skin tingle.

"You're disgustingly sweet. You're pretty. You've got really nice skin too..."

"Thir-" Her name was cut short by a sharp gasp. Thirteen's hands slowly wrapped around Aqua's body, cupping under her breasts.

"And you've got a great body," the reaper whispered into her ear.

She took advantage of the soap that hadn't washed off her body yet, letting Aqua's breasts slip from her hands. Her nipples slowly grazed each finger that covered her. She whimpered softly as she rubbed her thighs together and the woman behind her came closer, pushing her own breasts against the human's back.

"We've got a lot of time before the class is done," Thirteen began. "Wanna play a little more?"

As wrong as the moment could've been, she couldn't help the feeling that rushed through her body. The feeling that reaper caused. And, admittedly, she wanted more of it. Aqua nodded and not a moment later Thirteen had her pinned against the wall, skin to skin. Their lips barely a breath away.

"Try to keep your voice low, sweetheart."

The pet name sounded condescending, almost like a dare. Before Aqua had a chance to speak, her lips were captured in a deep, almost desperate kiss. Any gasp of breath she had hoped to take became Thirteen's advantage as she slipped her tongue into Aqua's mouth. At the same time, the reaper worked on spreading the other's legs and strategically placing hers right between them. Along with the fire that began to flare at the pit of her stomach, the embarrassment of being stuck in such a situation and liking it made Aqua's face hot.

She moaned softly just as Thirteen broke their kiss, panting. The reaper smirked as she cupped her own breasts and began to massage them, teasing at her pert nipples with an excited purr. Aqua's clit twitched as she watched holding her breath. Then Thirteen came closer. Her nipples barely touched the human's, but she still jumped much to the reaper's amusement. She pushed their breasts against each other and rubbed them together earning small, shy whimpers and pants from Aqua.

Every slippery flick of their nipples made Aqua's knees weaker, little by little until she lowered herself just enough onto Thirteen's thigh. She bit her lip at the sudden touch, hesitating for just a second, but quickly lowered herself again and started to slowly grind on the other. Her body rolled as she pushed her breasts against the other pair and she could feel the wet trail she was leaving behind. Thirteen giggled before moving her body barely an inch away and watching Aqua collapse onto the shower floor. The look she gave clearly begged for more and it was a new reason she found as to why the demons much closer to the human fawned over her so much.

"You look so cute when you want to cum," Thirteen teased. She reached her hand out to Aqua with a devious smirk. "Why don't I help you with that?"

It was shameful, to say the least, to be played with like this. With her weakness found, the reaper knew exactly what she could get out of this. The haze that began to cloud Aqua's better judgment made her hand look like a saving grace. The human couldn't refuse. Not if she promised to finish her off. She took her hand and slowly rose to her feet again. Thirteen turned her around and pushed her against the wall again. Giving her a soft kiss to the back of her neck, the reaper came close to Aqua's ear before whispering to her.

"Bend over and keep your hands on the wall."

Aqua did exactly as she was told. Arching her back, she bent over as she kept her hands on the wall in front of her. Thirteen took over from behind her. Taking her hips in her hands, she pressed her lower half to Aqua's ass and slowly grinded on her, teasing herself just a bit before she got to work on the human. Thirteen leaned forward making her nipples tickle the skin of Aqua's back before fully pushing them onto her. The reaper's hands groped the other's breasts.

The blissful moans that left the human was encouragement. She rubbed them in opposite ways, lingering with slow motions and enjoying the feeling of her fully erect nipples rubbing against the palms of her hands. Thirteen's fingers trailed lower, teasing at the human's nipples. Dragging out every possible reaction she could. Aqua, on the other hand, couldn't hold out much longer. She whined as she grinded against the reaper, weakly begging for her to finally touch her where she wanted.

Thirteen kept a hand on one of Aqua's breasts while she trailed the other down her torso, reaching between her legs and dipping one teasing finger between her lips. Thick precum coated her digit and The reaper smirked, both amazed at how wet Aqua was and delighted knowing that she was the reason why. Joining another finger, she dipped between her folds again and moved her fingers up to her clit teasing small circles around it.

Aqua's soft moans made it known that Thirteen was right where she was supposed to be, but it still wasn't enough to satisfy. As much as she wanted to play with her body, they didn't have much time left before their class was done. Thirteen's fingers gradually moved faster against Aqua's clit making it harder for the other to keep her voice low. Aqua folded her arms and bit them, moaning into them to muffle her sound, but to no avail. With all the teasing she endured, it wouldn't be long now until she reaches her orgasm.

Her legs shook now as it became harder to keep herself up. The reaper chuckled. Now rubbing her clit as fast as she could, she leaned close to the human's ear again and whispered to her.

"Cum for me, Aqua~"

Those words softly spoken broke a knot in the pit of her stomach that held tight for too long. Her knees gave beneath her as she held her scream behind her hands. Thirteen lowered her to the shower floor again gently this time as the bliss of her orgasm continued to flow through her body. The reaper was aware that it would take Aqua a moment to regroup and smirked, taking in the product of her work.

"I think I like you a little more now."

#obey me #obey me swd #om #omswd #om thirteen #smut #nsft #om oc #my oc aqua #it took me 5 months to write this #I haven't even played the main story like that #I just hope Thirteen is just like this*#but I had fun writing this #it was also self indulgent afff

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courtofmatchups · 1 year

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Greetings, I’d like a request for a match making.

I’m a short trans demiboy demiromantic/sexual and very silly with a fatherly side when needed. I’m an artist with art and music. I’m a Sagittarius and INFJ and I hate liars. I have a hard time distinguishing facial features and certain social cues.

I’m Chinese and love a lot of my culture that I’d happily share. I love history and other scholarly pursuits.

Many think I’m dumb or innocent but I’m really guided after a lone time of trauma and betrayal. This has caused me to be very defensive and evasive when perceiving a threat.

My love language is quality time, acts of service, and physical touch. Specifically Having wholesome moments with my partner that builds trust.

Take care matchmaker I wish you the best in ur pursuits

It seems you've captured the heart of

The Clement Prince:

Aquia Avari!

Aquia loves your sense of humour, your fatherly instincts even more so. The way I'm seeing your relationship is very wholesome. I can see you holding hands and swinging them as you walk, and giving each other soft cheek kisses when you have to be apart. You two are the soft romantic couple that is so sugary sweet, you just want to either a) scoop the both of them up and squish their cheeks, or b) melt from wholesome overload.

Aquia loves art. As a prince, you'd expect him to have an appreciation for art, but your art just hits differently, both your drawings and your music. He'd also love to learn about your culture, and he will ask you about your traditions and folklore. Aquia would also love to pursue your scholarly pursuits with you.

As for you being jaded from trauma and being misunderstood because of it, Aquia's heart would break. He'd want to help you navigate your way through it, so let him 🥺. He wouldn't be all that bothered by your difficulty with social cues (as a neurodivergent person who was never formally diagnosed, I felt this 🥲).

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You and Aquia have finished a long and productive day of classes, and you are both satisfied with what you pulled off. You've managed to unlock a chest with a fairly intricate lock within the first fifteen minutes of the practical portion of the lesson.

"That was an excellent lesson," said Aquia. "Brother seemed quite pleased, too."

"You think so?" You've had a hard time reading facial expressions, but reading Guy is like playing on hard mode, even for the layperson.

"Oh, yes! I've been improving my magic ever since I first befriended you. Even more so since we became paramours."

This was true. You were left stranded in a completely different world than your own, with no prior knowledge of magic, aside from the magic often mentioned in Chinese folklore and other folklore. Aquia has had a bad record with spellcasting, and loads of people dismissed him for it. The two of you meeting was probably the best thing that ever happened to either of you. You were patient with each other and cheered each other on in your academic pursuits. That aside, you've also enjoyed learning about each other's backgrounds and interests. Aquia has often expressed a genuine interest in Chinese traditions, history, and folklore, often asking questions about them. You've also expressed a similar amount of interest in Avarian history and culture, much to Aquia's joy. Having grown so close, you've developed feelings for him, and now he and you are paramours. This brings us to now when you realized you've been preparing something for Aquia.

"Oh, I just remembered! Aquia, I want to show you something"

You took his hand and led him to your chamber

"Close your eyes first," you said. "I have a surprise for you"

"Hehe, how exciting!" he giggled as he happily obliged.

You led him into the room and stood him in front of an easel. You told him to open his eyes, and he was greeted by a painting of you and him holding hands in a field of flowers. The image of his smile was something you wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon

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#court of darkness x reader #court of matchups #court of darkness matchups #court of darkness #aquia avari #aquia monus #otome #makai nightmare #aquia avari x reader #this was a bit longer than I intended #but I had fun writing this #I hope you had fun reading this

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