#but if yall have any questions on story beats

[hermitblurbs]

A continuation of my Steampunk AU (7)!

Grian had grown to accept his weird attachment to Scar, if with a bit of hesitance. The other was good conversation in a town where everyone else was incredibly boring. It’s why he stuck around with broken machines so often; there’s nothing to predict about them.

Scar was fixed up, no sign of glitches like in N.P.C or Grumbot, and Grian couldn’t predict him if his life depended on it. Whatever AI in the bot’s brain was fascinating, and the strange logic it followed always managed to keep him enraptured.

It quelled that bored drawl in the back of his mind, on a good day.

Today, even with Scar by his side, seemed to crawl along at a slug’s pace.

The wastes were turning up useless scrap after useless scrap, Mumbo too busy with a commission to entertain him, even the ticking of his wings was the same as ever. They didn’t even ache. At least then, complaining or not, wouldn’t leave him bored.

If he’s being honest, he probably shouldn’t have gone out to scavenge.

Days like these are best kept in line by staying in a place with overarching rules, a guarantee he won’t overstep anything and end up missing more than a chunk of wing.

The wastes don’t have that. They have metal, radiation, rust, and scavengers.

“This is a lot further than we’ve travelled before,” remarks Scar, frayed gas mask making him seem bizarrely human, bizarrely out of place in one of mumbo’s white button up and a false corset. He knows by the whirl of Scar’s fans, that the green metal would be warm to the touch.

He climbs the hill anyway.

There’s the clanging of other scavengers, only two of them at the foot, and they’re pulling something out of a shaking pile that’s large and expensive.

“Ooh, a lucky find for those fellas!”

Grian says nothing in return.

His wings click. Once. Twice.

Take it from them.

He widens his stance, careful not to make a sound on copper and aluminum and iron.

Imagine how excited Mumbo will be.

His wings spread like butter across the sky.

And he jumps. Dives, towards the two.

What should’ve happened was a simple wrap of his hands around the machinery and an arc back into the air and away. What should’ve happened would have been enough to satiate his boredom. What should’ve happened, is that he should have been faster.

What did happen, is that he gets his hands curled around the machine. He’s on the upbeat of his wings, when a hand wraps around his ankle.

He registers the impact. He registers the stars. He registers how the metal crumples beneath him, denting and damaging the scrap.

And then he registers the pain of being slammed into the ground.

“What the fuck, you little asshat!” The nearest one sounds. Their mask is colored the same white as the gleam of a jawbone. They raise a foot and stomp on Grian’s hand, grinding it into the dry dirt with the heel.

He has half a mind to scan the hills for Scar, but the android is lost among the shadows and the piles of scrap encircling them. His heart sinks.

“Hey, dude!” Comes the second one—their mask is layered to look like a growing of fungus. “Take it easy, they’re already down.”

“Their mask is cool,” remarks the third, the one his missed and the one who grabbed him. Their mask is simple and plain, a stark contrast to his own, hooked in the shape of a beak. They’re dressed in dark browns, almost blended completely against the ground.

“That doesn’t matter, they tried to *steal* from us. Why I oughta—“ And they grab his wing.

Something in his mind goes a little haywire. The bones there are fragile, half-molded to metal and muscle, and he does his darnedest to bash their faces in with the prosthetic.

He manages to clip Shrooms across the temple, drawing his knife and lunging at another, but it doesn’t last long. It was never going to last long, three against one. But he gets some good hits in, spills enough blood.

He ends up fully pinned, a boot against his back and his racing heartbeat prominant in the pressure from a steady, constant pull of his wing in a scavenger’s hand.

“What’s going on here?” Comes a familiar voice, and Grian feels like crying. If they leave him alive, at least Scar can get him back to Mumbo.

“Are you with this vulture,” one of them spits.

“I am, and I promised he’s very much learned his lesson—“

“He sliced my arm open,” they growl. And yeah, he did do that. The drip of blood fills him with a cruel pride that they’re going to need to go home after this and waste the day away.

“You deserved it,” he calls back, and is rewarded with a particularly painful tug on his wing.

“Fellas, I promise you that if you let him go, you’ll never see us ever again. Heck, we’ll even leave you little things for yourself to improve profits! How’s that for a deal?”

“How about instead we slice his throat?” And he knows it’s a bluff. Killing someone over a single piece of scrap is ludicrous, and these guys don’t seem insane enough to do it to a first-time offender. They’re farther than typical from their bubble, and while Grian’s had his own fair share of death threats they’ve only ever been serious in total nowhere. It’s got to be a bluff. It has to be.

He’s going to die if it’s not.

Grian looks up, eyes following metal legs to Scar’s face to find the other staring directly at him.

He doesn’t know what Scar sees in him, but he hears his fan kick on just beneath the noise of the wastes.

The android steps forward, steps closer. Grian can’t tell a single thing about what he’s thinking, but he knows his neck is starting to ache from the angle he’s keeping it at to keep Scar in view. Something about the quiet won’t let him look away. Scar rears back a fist.

And then he hears the crack of bone.

The weight falls off his back, his wing, and Grian is left staring into empty space as Scar takes measured steps behind him, and out of view.

The impacts behind him begins to sound wet, like the repeated thump of a hammer against drowned wood.

Grian has dabbled a bit, long before he met Mumbo, in engineering himself. It was more buildings than robots, trains instead of anything that breathes. But there’s one thing he still remembers, clear as day.

A robot may not injure a human being.

So what does that make the thing in front of him?

#blurb #scarian #steampunk au #hermitcraft fic #hermitcraft #this was sitting in my drafts waiting for you all! #sorry i took so long to post <3 #i dont think this blog will be continuing to write for Awhile #schools getting rough! #but if yall have any questions on story beats #ive got some semblace of a plan for a lot of them! #cod boy might be stalled too #we didnt have any writing backed up;; #love yall! im going to enjoy my retirement <3

[muzicgenerator]

Hey, can I request an angst story with Bill and reader (the reader is female) abt crazy fans please? Like them (Bill and the reader) admitting somewhere (idk maybe in an interview for a magazine) that they almost broke up because of that (maybe reader's fanbase is known for being "too much" sometimes like following the reader everywhere, being so in love with her etc)

(Also could the story take place in the 2000s please?)

Goodbye 👋

i like this one im actually excited abt writing this one shot

btw im so sorry for late reply AHSJHFKDHDK please expect ill take like AT LEAST a week to answer yalls request bc im busy as hell w school 😭😭 love u guys pls understand

and again this aint entirely proof read

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Too Much?

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Pairing: Bill Kaulitz x Fem Reader

Genre: Angst, Mostly fluff

Warnings: Stalking, mention of nonconsensual touching, very embarrassing storytime from bill

Request Status: closed :(

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧✮ I'm Not Okay (I Promise) : My Chemical Romance

(Time set back in late November of 2007)

Being a famous actress since as a child was unbelievably tough.

You had worked so hard and expertly; you didn't even have time to spend your childhood properly.

Just at the age of 19 and you've finished numerous movies and series. A true self-made millionaire, really.

You and your ravenette boyfriend are currently doing an interview for a night show.

"So ____, wow! After a long pause from doing films you're finally gonna have one showing soon! How is it like? Being back and all; being the talk of the country."

In the past one and a half year you hadn't done any projects since you've decided to take a break for yourself. And now you're once again busy taping with film staff and directors for your new and upcoming Teenage Romance movie.

Rest assured it's not your typical boy-meets-girl or vice versa and they do sappy sweet stuff and get together kind of film; it has its own uniqueness that will surely be called as "One of 2000s greatest Teen Romance movies of all time."

"Oh, I feel great Hanna. I had a deserving break and I'm back to doing one of the things I love most. I'm even happier because I got my lover and his band to sing the theme song for the movie." You truthfully answered and chuckled by the end of your statement.

"How about you Bill? How are things with your band?" Hanna included Bill to the conversation.

At that, he smiled politely. "Everything's great with us y'know, we're still together and all. Which I'm grateful for."

After a few more minutes for pep talk; the blonde interviewer finally decided to get onto the exciting part of the show.

"And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for! Dunk Tank!" Hanna smiled widely at the selected crowd.

"Where in this game; you will pick someone from the crowd who will accompany you with this game.

Your selected teammate will ask any question they want; to which you will answer, and if you don't want to then they'll get a chance to throw a ball on the target. Where if they hit it, you'll fall down the tank."

Hanna excitedly announced despite having done this for the nth time.

"____ and Bill, play Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who goes first."

You knew you'd beat Bill since every single time you played it - he'd miserably lose.

"Oh, I'm confident in winning this one!" you proudly say.

"Just because you've beat me all the other times we played this, doesn't mean I'll lose now!" Bill accepted your challenge and laughed.

He was right. He won for the very first time.

"Oh my God! Did I seriously win?!" your black clothed boyfriend exclaimed.

"I only let you win this time because I felt sorry." you playfully rolled your eyes with a smirk.

"Whatever, I'm gonna choose now." he giggled and stepped closer to the crowd.

His fan girls were screaming at the top of their lings, begging to be chosen by him.

No, you weren't jealous. Not one bit. Sometimes Bill would even complain about you not being possessive of him from time to time and would think you're not as in love as he thought.

It's cute, really. Then you'll show him how much you love him through actions rather than words.

Bill chose a girl who seemingly looked two or three years younger.

The joyous girl screamed in surprise; "Oh my god! What?! Me??! SERIOUSLY??"

It made Bill giggle, "Yes, you! Now get down here!"

A body guard helped the girl down; and when she was no longer at the stairs she rushed Bill to hug him but abruptly stopped. "Hi oh my god you're more beautiful up close! Can I hug you?!" she says excitingly.

It made your heart flutter just how kinder your boyfriend's fans are compared to yours.

To say your fan base is crazy is an understatement. Many would harass you through nasty words or touching you with no consent; it didn't matter if they did that out of how much they "love" you, it was still disgusting.

"Um, yeah. Sure!" he hesitantly looked at you; his eyes asking for permission. To which you subtly nodded.

Again, your heart melted by how he's making sure you're okay with it. Honestly, you very much understood that being famous would mean people wanting to hug you or any form of physical contact. Plus, it's not like you can say no to Bill from hugging a fan; you'd be a scandal. And you knew Bill wouldn't have any other choice as well.

He wrapped an arm over her shoulders while she fully embraced him. Okay, you're a teensy bit jealous especially by the way she's holding him like he's her man.

But that was soon washed away when she turns to you.

"Hi! What's your name sweetie?" Hanna asked and put a mic on her mouth.

"My name is Pauline!"

Before Hanna could say anything further, Pauline beat her to it.

"____!! I'm such a big fan of you too! I've been watching your movies since forever." saying she's over the moon is definitely an understatement! This will definitely be a core memory.

Almost immediately you wrapped your arms around her back and squeezed her. This girl is definitely one of the most respectable and sweetest fan you've ever met.

Was it really low? Yes.

The audience cheered by how sweet you and Bill had been to the girl and by how jealous they were.

As Bill and Hanna chattered about God knows what; the girl leaned closer to you in order to ask a favour which no one can hear.

"Can I ask you to shout out my brother? He has a huge crush on you!"

"Sorry darling but we're in the middle of a show right now. How about later I ask the staff to send you to the backstage? Then I'll give him my magazine with an autograph, and if you have a camera with you - you can video me saying hi to him!" you came up with a resolution.

Was it over the top? You didn't know and you didn't care. You're just fleeting with joy by how this girl isn't like any other of your fans.

"Seriously? You'd do that for me and my brother?" she gasped.

"Well, yeah. I mean it's not always that I have such nice interactions with people who are a fan."

"Okay lovebirds what are you two talking about there?" Hanna teased with a smirk and Bill playfully pouted.

"Nothing, nothing" you laughed and held Bill's arm as the crowd laughed and cheered.

"If you say sooo." she replied. "Alright, your turn to pick!"

You carefully looked around the crowd and walked five steps of the stairs to get a better view of the people on the back. A fifteen year old boy was holding a banner stating "Bill's No.1 Boy", it was cute, really. So you planned to steal your boyfriend's fan! (this a joke dont hate reader pls)

"The ginger at the back with the banner please." you said to the mic.

The boy squeeled in delight and threw his banner somewhere before running down to you. Your arms opened for an embrace which he immediately jumped into.

"What's your name?" you put the mic to his mouth as you both carefully went down the stairs and back to the stage.

"Sam, I'm Sam! My name is Sam!" his rather high pitched voice said.

"Okay, Sam. I know you're Bill's fan so I'm gonna have to steal you, that okay?"

"Hey, no fair!" Bill patted the boy's head and shot a smile at him.

This moment for him is definitely a core memory and will brag about it to every living human he sees.

"Now, who wants to go first in the tank?" Hanna asked.

"I'll do it" Bill says excitingly.

They agreed and the staff helped him get up. Once he were seated and adjusted in the circular surface; he challenge you.

"Ask a good one!"

"Ohohoo, we definitely will!" you smirked.

You turn to Sam and ask him without the mics near your faces; "What're you gonna ask your idol?"

"Oh uhmm, I don't really know." he says bashfully.

"Maybe his most embarrassing moment?"

"That'll work, definitely." you smile supportively and fist bumped him.

"Bill, you read?!" Hanna exclaimed.

"Born ready!!"

"Alright Sam, ask away!"

"What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you?" Sam asked with twinkles in his eyes.

"Oh, definitely when me and ____ weren't dating yet; she threw a sleepover party and she invited me and my mates, and there were three bathrooms, right? The three were being used and in one of those bathrooms it was Tom using it, and I had to rush him because I really needed to take a shit, like I couldn't hold it any farther!

So he went out really pissed and I pushed him off the door and quickly shut it and went right into business."

Bill paused and tried to compose himself as the crowd started to get louder.

"And when I washed and pushed the flush button - It wouldn't flush! So I got really scared because I just shit in my crush's toilet and I can't let anyone know that I'm the one who did it. So i looked around and saw a pack of pads so I took one of them; and forced myself to dip my hand down to grab it and I almost puked!

I look around and see there's no trash bin. So I panic again, and eventually decided I'll just rush down to throw it in the garbage in her garage. I quickly make a run for it and almost bumped into ___"

He now covered his hands in shame and embarrassment. "And she saw the pad in my hand! So she asked me like, 'Is that a pad?' and I'm like yes and so she asks whose it is...... and I said it's mine....."

You know of this story long ago; and it just gets better and better whenever you think or hear of it.

The audience and interviewer roared with laughter; as well as the staff behind and securities who tried to contain their smiles.

"I wish I never asked!" Sam wiped his tears from laughing too hard.

"Get down here Bill! That was too much!" Hanna's cheeks started to hurt, "Sorry to the viewers who are eating."

Bill went down immediately and squeezed the living life out of you. He does this whenever he's feeling embarrassed or nervous, and calls it his "Physical Support" from you.

"You should've let yourself get thrown in the water!" you giggled and hugged him back before he pulled away with a red face.

"Next goes ____!"

Once you were seated and made yourself comfortable on the seat; you tell them you're ready.

It was Pauline's turn to question whatever she wishes. "____, what do you think of your fans?"

She asks sincerely; she must've noticed something by the way you're like to your fan base and to Bill's. A part of you wished she hadn't asked but you've been dying to let the creepers out there know that whatever they'd been doing to you for a long long time - greatly affects you, especially as a young stat growing up in this sort of industry.

You rarely held any meet and greet, rarely had photos with fans where you look actually comfortable and where they weren't touching your waist or hips or near your ass - and ones where you do look comfortable it was mostly with girls or kids, which was not as often as when you do with the rest; who are pedophiles and creepy boys.

Of course you've always been nice when interacting with them; you didn't want to be rude and only wanted to be kind.

Definitely, there were times when you couldn't take it and couldn't do anything about it - other than cry and complain in your lover's arms.

You're forever thankful to have someone like him; he'd always listen to whatever you say and support everything you do.

Not realising; you zoned out quite a bit and snapped out of it when Bill called out your name with worry that he's trying to mask from everyone.

"Oh-, well, obviously I love them so much, if it weren't for them I wouldn't have succeed this much - of course the people who helped me get up in this industry as well.

I truly do appreciate their love and support, seriously. But quite the number of them are uh, how do I say this." you nervously chuckled as everyone listened intently to the tea you're telling.

"Crossing my boundaries? Yes, uh- that." you say not quite satisfied with the word you chose. It was evident that it's worse than just that but the safest.

"We all know people would cross it by taking unsolicited pictures of you, that's given because you're a celebrity, but are there some other ways they would? If you don't mind me asking of course." Hanna carefully asked.

You smiled softly, "Well a few have stalked me to my house - which I dunno how the hell they did so and took pictures of me and they'd send it to me and tell me how they thought of me. Some leave love letters, flowers, food in front of my gate, sent death threats to my exes when I was dating them and even now to my Bill." you left the worse parts out since you didn't want half of the world to be talking about your most private part of life. What you're even telling them now is a whole lot.

"Wow.. we all knew your fan base could get a bit crazy judging from all the videos we see and the news, but not by this much!" Hanna says empathetically.

"It happens, I guess." you try to laugh it off. However, Bill looked at your hues with his that sent the message of "Are you okay?"

In which yours replied with "I'm not okay."

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The game went on a for it was Pauline's turn to the dunk tank, then Sam's.

You continued your cheery self through the whole taping and told yourself you'll regret what you said later in your dressing room. Bill kept his distance close to you and would caress your hand or shoulder as a sign of support - as well as slipping a "How're you holding up?" every now and then.

If there were billions of ways to show gratitude to this man; you'd do every single one of it to him.

After the agonizing show was over; you and Bill kissed Hanna's cheeks as a goodbye and thank you. To which she said back to you both as well and wished to see you soon.

As you made your way to the dressing room in silence with your fingers intertwined with Bill's; you abruptly stop in your tracks.

"I almost forgot I have to sign a magazine for Pauline!"

Your lover looked confused for a second "What? Why?"

"I kinda promised Pauline I'll just sign a magazine for her brother because she asked me to shout him out while taping." you let a small huff and loosened your grip on your boyfriend's slender hand. "How about I'll see you later in the van? You can wait for me there instead if I haven't been back by five minutes."

Bill smiled, "Of course sweetheart, I'll see you later. Love you." he pecked your lips and lovingly looked into your eyes for a moment before heading to his dressing room.

Quickly; you asked a staff to bring Pauline to your dressing room to give her an autograph - to which they agreed to. Thankfully.

While they did that, you strided to your room and grabbed your magazine and marker - which immediately after doing so, a knock was heard on your door.

You hand held the paper as the other gripped the violet ink marker. When you did, you were greeted by a Pauline smiling widely with a camera on her right hand.

"Hi!" she says excitingly.

You greet back and quickly hugged her, "I see you have a camera with you."

"Oh, yes, uhm.. I was wondering if i can take a video of you signing an autograph? So my brother would believe me that it really is from you." she nervously giggled. "I might or might now have pranked him once by giving him a fake autograph."

"Yeah, sure. What's your brother's name?" you say softly.

"It's Percy." she answers as she readies her camera.

"Alright, is it rolling?" you ask with a smile on your face. Pauline says yes with a grateful smile; grateful for being how considerate and kind you are.

"Hi Paul! So I heard from your sister that you're a fan? Too bad you didn't come with her." you looked behind the camera to Pauline.

"And I heard she gave you a fake autograph of mine? Well now, you're getting a real one, and this is the proof." you say still giggling as you signed the magazine.

"There, and keep the pen. I gotta go now, bye and love you!" you say as you waved goodbye and gave your iconic kiss blow alongside a wink.

Once Pauline returned the camera back to her bag; she immediately thanked you.

"I'm serious - thank you thank you sooo much! And uh.. I'm really sorry if what I asked earlier was too personal. I really am. I was just curious and didn't thoroughly before it slipped my mouth." she noticed the change of the atmosphere long ago. Even if she's just fifteen, she knew how to read the room well.

"Aw, sweetie.. it's nothing." you pat her shoulder, "It's fine I tell ya, also I better get going - you should too, it'll get dark in just two hours. Bye bye and stay safe!" you wave goodbye as she still exclaimed thank you's as she walked backwards towards the exit.

(that footage is definitely gonna go viral after many years)

In a light speed; you gathered your essential belongings and had your personal assistant help you carry your other belongings to the van; to which Bill noticed through the windows that you're carrying back pack and a purse and immediately helped you despite having it under perfect control.

He opened the door for you and let you in first before him and closed the door. Your personal assistant sat in the passenger seat next to the driver, while you and your beloved were at the very back despite the space up front.

You rested your head on his shoulder and he put his above yours while he held your hand with both of his; tracing every outline, massaging it, and kissing it once in a while.

"R'you okay now?" Bill mumbled and kissed your head.

"Yes, hon. I'm great actually.. thanks so much for being there, I love you so much." you turn your head to face his and pecked his lips.

"I love you more than you'll ever know, I'm glad you're okay." he smiled genuinely and kissed you deep and passionate.

You returned to your head's original position and fell to sleep; not caring if tomorrow, you'll be the town's talk.

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #george listing #gustav schäfer #fluff #light angst #tw stalking #sorry

[jwirecs]

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hello, hello! here are my recs for seventeen for july! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Admire Me (Like I Do For You) || @wheeboo💕✅

↳ in which seungcheol shows you his tattoos. 

Dimple || @icyminghao💕✅

↳ you can’t sleep, so you try touching seungcheol’s dimple just for the fun of it (spoiler: he loves it)

Shave || @yikesmary💕✅💯

↳ with your boyfriend’s comeback approaching, mingyu asks you to help with shaving.

The Stars And You || @wheeboo💕✅

↳ in which you bring the stars to your boyfriend for his birthday. (to this author, i am so sorry, but 90% of the fics that i have read from you so far, most of them are on this list. keep doing what youre doing please. i love them)

Try Me || @cheolhub🔞✅

↳ you push your sweet boyfriend a little too far when you threaten to fuck his business partner at dinner. he decides to show both you and mingyu who you belong to. (oh lord, heaven have mercy.)

Ukiyo || @wheeboo💕💔✅

↳ in which you and minghao spend the day together.

Wonwoo's Tasty Cereal (And Milk) || @twogyuu💕✅

↳ You've been eating cereal wrong your entire life. Wonwoo and your niece are going to fix that.

Fake Dating Roommates || @yikesmary💕🔄💯💯

↳ in which choi seungcheol becomes your roommate and fake boyfriend in one fell swoop. and you still don't know how it happened.

Seventeen As Fake Dating Scenarios || @bluehoodiewoozi💕✅

↳ (title says it all and i am out here fulfilling my delulu side of my brain. doing great out here im telling you)

Baby, All I Really Want Is Your Attention || @viastro💕✅

↳ you and mingyu have been academic rivals since the beginning of your high school career. having always aimed for the #1 spot, mingyu would beat you without even needing to study. now dedicating all your time into studying at the local library, you find yourself wondering who keeps neatly packing your things and waking you up each time you fall asleep while studying. (hes so soft, i cant)

Catnaps || @wheeboo💕✅

↳ in which you volunteer at the local cat shelter with your crush.

Dating Seventeen (Hyung Line) || @wqnwoos💕✅

↳ (out here filling my delulu brain. also seungcheol does radiate sugar daddy tho, ngl)

Fix You || @smileysuh🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ “As a member of 53V3NT33N, I have two different states of mind coded into me, aggression and admiration. To love something, to admire it, is to feel aggressive when it’s questioned, to want to control it, if even for a little while- it’s the need to consume it, endlessly, as my fans consume and control me as an automaton. Even though I’m a member of a group, there’s a distance. Automatons can never truly motivate each other because our motivations are based on external human needs, it’s built into us- We can see when humans need us, and we do what we can to fix that need… I know you need me, the way I’ve needed you since I got here.” (god, yall dont even know how much i freaking love their fics. like bro, ily)

Gamers Do it Better || @sluttyminghao🔞✅💯

↳ (listen, just hear me out. tag teamed by the two lord saviors of svt's hhu. i really need like a threesome au/tag or something i swear.)

Hits Different || @hellohannie💕💔✅

↳ it was no secret that you had dated many people in your past. when you were with them, you believed you loved them and they loved you. when you broke up, you realized that they didn't truly love you. but you still believed that love was real. then, you met lee chan. when he broke up with you, you started to question if love truly did exist after all. (i need me some more dino fics cause i barely come across any)

Loving Him Was Red || @boowanie💕💔✅💯

↳ After the café you were part-timing at suddenly closes, you were left unemployed and broke as you tried your best to look for a new job. But when your best friend suggests an alternative way of earning money, you suddenly find yourself falling for a certain Jeon Wonwoo.

Pup Code || @beefboyandbabygirl🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ mingyu doesn't have crushes. he likes avril lavigne and sometimes he fucks pretty girls. but you seem to stir something in him that no one else can. without the trusty girl code, mingyu makes his own code to help you fall in love with him. (yall need to read this one. like read it cause i lowkey can imagine him making up his own code ngl. man has no self control sometimes)

Crossing Boundaries || @wonusite🔞💕✅

↳ Seungcheol has always demanded that all of his employees keep professional boundaries, but it frustrates him that his son’s nanny is a little too good at keeping things professional. 

Happy (First) Fathers' Day || @icyminghao💕✅

↳ it’s fathers’ day, but you seem to be more fixated on an event for your newborn daughter, much to mingyu’s dismay.

Made With Love || @icyminghao💕✅

↳ joshua wakes up to quite the commotion, and you’re not by his side.

The Cake In the Back || @toruro🔞💕✅

↳ cheol is a regular at your bakery, and it's all because his son loves the banana bread you make—at least that's what he tells himself. it also doesn't hurt that you're cute. and polite. and totally someone he'd like to fuck.

Roommates With Benefits || @shuaflix🔞💕✅

↳ initially, wonwoo doesn’t think much about your incessant requests to play on his xbox. however, when what was supposed to be a two-hour visit to his place stretches out for two weeks, he starts to think you’re overstaying your welcome.

The Secrets Kept From Roommates || @cheolism🔞💕✅

↳ you are hiding a secret from mingyu. little do you know that he's hiding one from you too.

Broken Pieces || @bluehoodiewoozi💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ Your friend broke your soulmate's heart, leaving you to pick up the pieces of both his and your own heart. (stop my heart, i cant)

Right? Right. || @bluehoodiewoozi💕💔✅

↳ Your soulmate mark might be broken, but at least he will always be there for you.

Do check out all of the other seventeen fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen soulmates au #seventeen established relationship au #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen smut #seventeen roommates au #seventeen dad au #seventeen fake dating au #seventeen fic rcs #seventeen recs #svt fic recs #svt recs

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Out of the woods

Paring: Witch!Nat x fem!Reader

Summary: After getting lost in the woods because of prank for your friends you meet a rather strange but very seductive woman

Warnings: smut, slight dom/sub Dom!Nat, Sub!Reader, dub con, implied drugging, kinda dark Nat, magic, slight bondage, marking, non consensual body modification (magical mark), pet names (bunny/ baby), degradation kink, praise kink, legal age gap

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

AN: I’m back yall and I didn’t prove read

Masterlist

“Guys! This really isn’t fun anymore!” I screamed as I walked through the darkening woods. I knew that going camping in the middle of the woods wasn’t a good idea but somehow my friends managed to convince me to join then. And now? Now I was walking alone from the twilight woods because my friend decided to leave me alone, here, in the woods. They must’ve thought it was a very funny joke but now that the light got less and less just like the temperature I was starting to feel a bit anxious. My sense of navigation was never my strongest trade and now I got to feel it like biting into a sour apple. My phone wasn’t helping either. Not only was my battery slowly dying but I didn’t get a signal either in the middle of the woods. The sun was going down leaving me seemingly alone with the moon and stars my friends so where to be seen.

Was I really about to sleep out in the open, somewhere in the middle of the woods? It seemed like it. I wrapped my arms around my body, hugging myself. My feet started to hurt and I just didn’t want to keep going. It felt like I was just getting more and more lost. Until I saw light through the woods. Like a fire from a camp or was it a cabin I couldn’t tell from afar. I was decided on whether to go looking for help or not I decided that it was worth a try. The closer I got the clearer the the cabin in front of me. It looked like something straight out of one of grimes fairytales. The dark wood of the cabin was overgrown with ivy and other wild plants I couldn’t quite place. In front of the cabin was an old broken wooden fence failing its job to protect the garden of medicinal herbs.

My heart was beating out of my chest, that’s how nervous I was. Who would open the door for me? A killer? A social outcasts? A witch? I opened the garden gate with a loud squeak from the garden gate, I should just turn around but I felt this unexplainable force pulling me towards the front of the cabin. Like a moth attracted by light which was sealing its sure death. Before my hand could even touch the rough wood of the door the door opened revealing a red headed woman. Her green eyes gazing at me like a predator facing it’s prey “Are you lost in the woods pretty girl?” She asked in a calm but teasing voice. It seemed like someone had stolen my voice as I didn’t know what to say facing this gorgeous woman I could only nod.

“A shy one” she smirked as she grabbed my arm pulling me inside the mysterious woman’s cabin “But you don’t have to, I’m going to take good care of a pretty girl like you” I swallowed hard as the woman gave me a devilish smile pulling me towards her couch by my arm “Can I ask for your name” I asked carefully as she pushed me onto the couch “I’m Natasha what’s your name pretty girl” “Y/N… uhm… my name it’s Y/N” she laughed as left the room going into what I guessed was her kitchen “You are a cute one, Y/N” she calls back as I could hear her doing something in her kitchen. She soon came back with two cups of tea in hands

“What brings a pretty girl like you to my door step?” She questioned as she gave my a cup of tea smiling like the devil herself “I was camping in the woods and I got lost and it got dark” She leaned back into her vintage armchair watching my with an observing gaze “then I saw your cabin” her lips curled into an evil smirk “I just couldn’t resit, and to be honest I’m glad I came here” something was off I should run, that was what my mind screamed at me. But my heart told me my place was right here, with Natasha.

Her smirk was all telling, she had something planned for me, something big “I’m more than happy that you found me” She watched me carefully as I took a sip from the hot liquid from the mug in my hands. The tea was tasting a bit off, I guessed it was made from herbs but it tasted way too sweet. I just couldn’t quite place the taste but it was way too delicious “What kind of tea is this, it’s very delicious” Natasha bit her lower lip as her eyes darken “It’s a special tea natural to the local area” She places a hand onto my knee making my breath hitch “some people even say that it has magical powers but who actually believes in magic” she laughed at me as I kept sipping from the the mysterious hot liquid. Suddenly I was starting to feel more and more hot as my cheeks started to redden and my clothes felt unnaturally tight against my body. Natasha seemed to have noticed my condition as her hand travelled up my towards my thigh “Are you feeling a bit icky pretty girl” My breath hitched as I heard her teasing voice “I- uhm- I-“ I stuttered not feeling like I could use my proper words “Aw, poor baby, to needy to use big words” she grabbed the mug from my hands putting it on the coffee table “I will help you bunny” As she finished the sentence she manhandled me lay flat out on the couch her sitting on my lap as she pushed my shoulders hard against the soft cushions “Do you want me pretty girl?” She asked her lips curled into a devilish smirk “Yes” it came out in a breath making her kiss me forcefully. Her kiss was fast, rough, and messy you could say more teeth than anything else. I tried to touch her with my hands but she would only push them away.

I tried to fight for some kind of dominance as our tongues collided dancing a messy dance but there was just no chance for me to win against the older woman. I was helpless under her. She finally pulled away letting my fill my lungs with sweet sweet oxygen again as I desperately breathed. Slowly I open my eyes again only to find Natashas eyes glowing green, it seemed like someone had put a spell on them. What was really in that tea, I asked myself. Natasha noticed my reaction to het unusual eye color and leaned down to whisper in my ear “I’m a witch baby”

At first I didn’t believe her but as soon as her green energy turned into fine ropes keeping my body still I started to realize “Please don’t hurt me” I started to beg I was terrified of her next move “I’ll be your good girl” She could only laugh as she she removed my clothes with the snap of her fingers “You don’t need that anymore” she started to circle me like a carnivore it’s prey “It will only hurt a bit at first, and well every time you disobey me”

I just wanted to protest but her magic ropes found it’s way into my mouth gagging me to prevent me form talking back to the witch. All Natasha could hear were muffeld cry and whines as she placed her hands onto my lower stomach making me try to move them away but failing miserably “Stop moving slut or it will hurt more” she pressed harder down before she started to mumble words in a foreign language. The pain was unimaginable I screamed out, only to be muffled by the ropes, I tried desperately to move away but the pain was too much making my cheeks stained with hot tears. She soon moved her hands away only leaving a small burning feeling behind.

“You did great bunny, so great.” She praised making me whimper. The ropes disappeared into thin air making me able to move again. I looked down at myself and noticed some that looked like an tattoo. Fine lines forming shapes and right under my bellybutton was a delicate heart. I gave Natasha a shocked expression running my hands over the mark “It means you are mine now” she deadpanned like it

like it was obvious but I only looked at her confused “It means that I can control you now, your fertility, your feeling of pain, your orgasms they are all mine now” I was shocked my whole face was purely terrified but Natasha didn’t care picking me up like I was her toy before throwing me onto her bed getting on top of me.

The shock soon turned into pure pleasure as Natashas experienced hands massaged my breast kissing up and down my neck and collarbone bite down when she felt like it. I let out moan after which sounded like a beautiful melody in the witches ear. She moved down more and more kissing the middle of the mark making me almost scream in pleasure “That’s right! Scream for me!” She grinned at before diving between my legs kissing my clit “Fuck bunny, you taste even better than I thought” she kept on circling my clit with her tongue.

I turned under her touch, she wasn’t my first but certainly my best “Nat- Natty more” She put on an expression of fake pity “This little cunt is so fucking needy and desperate”. She carefully bit in my clit making me release a strangled moan. She kept on giving me bold licks as her long fingers pumped in and out of my tight hole “Fuck you are so tight bunny” Her fingers brought me closer and closer to the edge as my breathing got more and more uneven “I’m… I’m close… can I- I cum?” I moaned out “Go on cum for me” With her words my back arched off my bed as I threw my back head moaning the witches name like a prayer “That was really good” My breathing got a bit calmer as Natasha fucked me through my high.

“Oh baby we are far from finished”

:)

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[lavenderbang]

Felix And Your Tavern; Chapter 2

A/N: Okay so I’m back by popular demand because I LOVE LEE FELIX AND SO DO YALL!!! Anyways, doing this part in bullet points too, so sorry if you were expecting me to make an actual well written fic cause this is not it. As usual, forgive any spelling errors, I ALWAYS miss some on my proof reading cause my word vomit is insane. Anyways, enjoy!

Part I Part II

Warning(s): alcohol, swearing, also some talk about death, but that’s about it. Reader has the title of wife.

HES SO !!!

It was late autumn when you brought the idea up to Felix about getting a bar-hand for the Tavern.

With the weather getting colder, people were more likely to want a hot meal with their drink, which meant that Felix was getting a bit too busy managing both the kitchen and the bar by himself.

And with you serving the tables, keeping track of all the payments, and dealing with the inn residency, you were too busy to pick up his slack.

Felix knew this.

it made logical sense

but it made him anxious to no end...

“My Love, I understand. But we can’t trust anyone.” He said with a frown. You nodded along, wiping the bartop with a rag. When you looked up at your husband, you mirrored his frown.

“I know. That’s why we don’t tell them anything.” You countered, tossing your rag in the sink. You then went around to the tables and began removing the chairs from the top of them, tucking them in their rightful spot underneath.

You were to open for the evening soon, so Felix began to help you prepare by taking chairs off the tables and putting them in their places as well.

“They won’t need to know anything besides we own a tavern and an inn, and that we need their help.” You hummed, dusting off your hands on your thighs and returning to the bar, where Felix was removing the final stool.

You looped your arms around his waist and pulled him closer to you. He gazed into your eyes and you swore you still got butterflies when he stared.

“We need the help, Dear.” You whispered, focusing more on the beating of your lover’s heart than the actual conversation

and with the way Felix was gazing at your lips, it seems like he wasn’t too focused on the conversation anymore either.

“I know we do.” He sighed in defeat, before letting his heart take over and place a kiss on your lips.

When you parted, you smiled at him

You’ll never get used to the feeling of kissing Felix

it always gave you this light, airy feeling in your chest.

Pushing off him, you went back to work, not before placing one last peck on his cheek.

“I’ll post a notice by the door.” You hummed, taking the clean cups from where you left them to dry and hang them on the wine track above the bar

That night, you got a few inquiries about the job, but nobody who seemed truly interested.

But your saving grace came through the door well into the evening.

Hwang Hyunjin.

He was an occasional visitor at your little tavern, opting to come once or twice a week to have a drink and then go off to wherever he went

you honestly didn’t know what he did at night after his visit at the bar.

nor did you think it was you place to ask

none of your business, you supposed

but he always ordered the same thing; red wine and some fresh bread.

all you knew about him was he was a hunter.

Well, you assumed he was a hunter

He would tell stories of being out in the wild woods, how beautiful the world looked from under the green canopies with nothing but the grass under your feet, wind against your skin and the moon in the sky

You liked Hyunjin.

He was always very kind to you and Felix while being at the bar

as well as respected other patrons

not to mention, he never asked questions about your personal life

he only ever asked about what your plans for the future were and stories from the days he didn’t come in

Felix liked Hyunjin too.

He made sure to compliment Felix’s cooking and always left a bit of a tip ‘for excellent company and even more excellent food’

Hyunjin was a good guy in Felix’s mind, no matter what the other patrons said.

some thought he was odd because he preferred to be alone and was very private, but that never really bothered Felix

Hyunjin was nice to him and you

always was.

“Why hello stranger!” You joked, serving the man at his usual table near the back of the tavern

it was closest to the area you had musicians come perform.

Hyunjin always enjoyed the music when he came in

“The usual I presume?” You asked, to which Hyunjin nodded, with a smile.

You returned quickly with his usual order, setting the glass of wine down carefully

Felix liked to fill it to the brim when it was for Hyunjin

“What’s new?” Hyunjin asked, taking a sip from his full glass. You tucked the serving tray you had under your arm before shifting your weight more comfortably on your feet. 

“Nothing much. Winter is coming soon, so we’ll have to start preparing the inn for that.” You hummed, letting a humorous grin play on your features as an image popped into you head, “I’ll have to get Felix to start chopping fire wood.”

“I think that is much more of a job for you, not him” Hyunjin laughed, taking a bite of the warm bread you had brought him, “I don’t quite peg Felix as a manual labor kind of guy...”

“You’d be surprised!” You said with a grin, “I’ll have you know, Felix worked as a farmhand for half a year to support us.”

“Now that I don’t believe!” Hyunjin chuckled, taking one more sip from his drink, “Felix is so skilled with domestic things like cooking and keeping clean, I would have never guessed.”

“I guess Felix is good at a lot of things.” You said simply, brushing a stray hair away from your face.

“Speaking of jobs, I see you’re hiring?” Hyunjin asked, nodding his head towards the door where your little parchment was hanging.

“We are.” You turned to look at the posting before smiling back at Hyunjin, “know anyone who would be interested?”

Hyunjin hummed, swirling his drink in his glass a few times before downing the remaining alcohol.

“I’d be interested.” He said, seriousness evident in his demeanor, 

“that is, if you would want me?”

You perked up at the offer.

Hyunjin seemed like a good fit for the job

He was charismatic and seemed to be able to think and act quickly

not to mention both you and Felix already got along well with him and he knew the Tavern well from his visits.

“I’ll have to speak with Felix, but I think you’d be a fine fit for the position. Can you maybe come in tomorrow at noon?”

“Sounds lovely.”

“Great! Me and Felix will talk tonight and ask you some questions tomorrow, but truthfully, I don’t see why you wouldn’t be a perfect addition to our operation here.”

Hyunjin smiled with a nod, before standing and bidding you a farewell. He placed the coins he owed on the table before leaving, weaving gracefully between the tables and other patrons

Felix agreed before you even needed to explain your thoughts

If you had to get a bar-hand, Hyunjin was your best bet.

And Hyunjin enjoyed his work at your tavern

It always had felt like a second home to him

well, besides the woods of course.

He felt welcomed by you and Felix!

so spending every evening there was nice, especially now that it was getting cold outside

and he always needed to make more money so he’d be able to live.

And yes, Hyunjin made sure to never ask about your personal lives

because it was truly none of his business to ask you beyond what you were willing to share

However, he wasn’t stupid.

He wasn’t exactly sure about your past with Felix, but he tended to notice things when he would come in.

How you avoided talking about where you and Felix came from before landing in here in Miroh

or why you didn’t have any family or other friends.

or even where you got the long, silver bow that hung behind the bar.

You were good people, who never gave Hyunjin any reason to question that.

So he thought it best to just keep quiet

Working at the Tavern went much more smoothly after Hyunjin joined in

Felix mostly stayed in the kitchen now, but he also helped take a bit of the load off you too by dealing with the inn residences

and Hyunjin worked the bar well, never forgetting to serve the counter as he prepared your orders from the tables with an equal amount of quality and haste.

for months, this system worked well!

even when the dead of winter rolled around and the inn and tavern were at its all time peak in patrons due to the cold weather.

It was another night like this where the bar was packed and many people were sat and stood around the tables

You had a man singing today, his voice beautifully ringing throughout the tavern for all to hear.

You reminded Felix to make a plate up for him for when he was done his performance.

(You think he was named Seungmin? Rumor had it he was once a court musician for the Duchess of the Central Valley before he was dismissed)

You were slipping through the people, trying your best not to bump into anyone or knock your tray over when you felt it.

sharp eyes burning through you.

You made a quick glance around the room when your eyes met with a man in the corner of the room.

He was accompanied by two more men, all of which seemed to be skilled adventurers.

You kept your composure under the man’s scrutinous gaze, however you couldn’t help the sick feeling in your stomach.

You looked away, turning and standing at the bar. You placed your tray down for Hyunjin to put your order on it.

“Jin,” You called, earning a hum form the man behind the bar, “That group in the back. Who are they?”

Hyunjin let his eyes float to the table you were referencing before slightly frowning at you.

“Travelers. I’ve only heard passing whispers about them, but they are known around these parts as 3racha.” 

“And?”

“All I know about them is that they often take many quests and wander the lands slaying monsters.”

“Hmm. Thank you.” 

You took a deep breath, trying to shake the nerves you felt from being so close to adventurers.

 it was the first time you’d ever encountered bounty hunters, and it scared you shitless.

Approaching their table, you put on the brightest smile you could as your eyes locked onto the one who wouldn’t stop staring

A stoic looking fellow with a fur cloak draped across his broad frame. 

to his left, a shorter, stronger man holding a large claymore and a nasty look.

and his right was a pretty, squirrelly man that you could feel had this aura of magic surrounding him

You could tell they were strong just from the atmosphere they created around them

“Hello gentlemen, what can I do for you this evening?” You said, tone even.

You weren’t even sure if they were here for you, but you felt defensive nonetheless

The man with the cloak hummed, eyes not breaking contact with yours

“We hear you are famous for your baked goods.” He spoke confidently, voice coming out with an accent, “What would you suggest?”

“My husband spent all morning baking cranberry tarts.” You said, tucking a stray hair behind your ear as you smiled softly, “I would recommend that. We also have a fine selection of beverages if you feel so inclined.”

“Your husband?” The Big man asked, digging the tip of his claymore into the wood of the floor, before he looked up at you, “You mean the man behind the bar?”

“No, that is our bar-hand.” You answered simply, before quipping back, “Why do you ask? Perhaps you have an interest in him? I can introduce you, if you’d like.”

Pretty man let out a chuckle at your joke, before trying to cover it with a cough. Big man’s face heated up in what you could only assume was embarrassment or irritation, before your attention was directed back to the man in the cloak.

You blinked innocently at him, holding your tray limply at your side.

You felt like you were on trial as he stared at you. The tension seemed thick before he cleared his throat and grinned.

It made you feel even more unsettled...

“Tarts sound wonderful. We’ll take three.” He spoke politely, to which you nodded and retreated behind the bar into the kitchen for the pastries.

Felix was working there, washing dishes and humming a tune to himself with a small smile on his face.

It made you happy to see him so carefree.

You came up behind him, wrapping your arms around your husband’s torso.

You could feel the beating of your heart in your throat, and for once it wasn’t from Felix...

“Hey Love.” He cheered, turning his head to be able to place a chaste kiss on your lips, “Busy night, huh?”

“Very.” You chuckled breathlessly, trying not to let the sickness pooling in your stomach read on your face.

You didn’t want to worry Felix with the trouble of 3racha

As much as you loved Felix’s emotional side, it was sometimes a curse.

one that you didn’t need right now when you were barely holding on yourself.

besides, you weren’t even sure if it was trouble yet.

it could be just a feeling of unease and paranoia getting the better of you...

“I’m here for the tarts, A table just ordered some.” You said as nonchalantly as possible.

Felix beamed, eyes lighting up upon hearing that someone wanted to eat his baking.

as if it wasn’t a normal occurrence for people to ask specifically for Felix’s food

“Ask them how it tastes.” He said excitedly, drying his hands on the towel near the sink before helping placing some on a plate and hand them to you, “I tried a new recipe and I need to know if its good.”

“Will do, Dear.” You said with a smile. You eyes fell upon Felix and you felt your chest heave with anxiety and your heart squeeze with worry.

Before you could even think about it, you set the tray down on the counter and wrapped your arms tightly around your husband

Even though he was confused on why you hugged him unprompted, he didn’t hesitate to hug you back, holding you close to him.

you stayed like that for a moment, taking in his scent before sighing.

“I love you so much, you know.” You whispered dreamily, causing Felix to squeeze your body tighter.

“I love you too.” He replied, and you could hear the grin in his voice, making you grin too. When you finally let him go, you placed one more kiss on his soft lips, letting it fuel you enough to go back out there and face whatever was in store for you.

And when you did return to the table, placing the tarts on the wooden surface gently, you willed yourself to be calm and to appear as cheerful as possible

even if your instincts were screaming.

“Thank you, Darling.” The man in the cloak said with a smile. The name sounded like poison coming from his lips and you resisted the urge to grimace.

“Is that all for you, gentlemen?” You asked sweetly, hoping to be done with this interaction and get back to work.

You were sure this feeling was just paranoia and you were overreacting

yes, this must all be a misunderstanding and-

“Actually I have a few questions for you, if you don’t mind.” The man with the cloak answered seriously; Big man and Pretty man were much to busy eating to even speak, which would have been kinda endearing if you weren’t sick to your stomach.

“What can I help you with?” You asked, cringing at the fact that your tone came out a bit more shaky than intended

“I’ll be straight with you, we are adventurers. And we have come to these lands on a quest.”

“ah, I see...”

“Looking for the kidnapped prince from Clé. I’m sure you’ve heard of him by now?”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as you nodded along to the man’s words. You felt a burning in your throat and you could barely trust yourself to be able to speak.

“Rumor has it, he is being hid away somewhere in this area.” The man in the cloak watched you intently, a wicked grin adorning his features, “You wouldn’t happen to know about that, would you?”

His associates stopped eating for a moment, gazing up at you.

You felt like you were suffocating in this moment.

Like you were drowning, everything around you slowed and you took a breath, hopefully to steady yourself enough before replying.

“I don’t, sorry.” You said weakly, feeling like a mouse caught in a trap.

“Now, we all know that’s not true, (Y/N).” The cloaked man said bluntly, leaning his elbows on the table and tilting his head slightly.

You stared back at him helplessly, feeling like you were an inch tall under the man’s gaze. 

He knew you.

He knew your name.

It was like someone pumped your body with lead as you stood staring at the man.

“Y’know, these tarts are very good. I’d love to tell your husband myself how good they are.” The Pretty man hummed, batting his eyelashes at you tauntingly, “What did you say his name was?”

“Felix. His name is Felix.” You said firmly, willing all the strength you have in your body to standing upright.

“How much would you bet that your husband bares a resemblance to Prince Yongbok, hm?” The Big man asked, before pulling out a parchment with a portrait on it. You glanced down and immediately recognized it as Felix on the painting of the royal family that was in the dinning room of the castle.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. My husband isn’t the prince.” You said weakly, clearing your throat, earning a grimace from the cloaked man in front of you.

“If there is one thing I hate more than kidnappers,” He growled, gaze cold, “It’s kidnappers who lie.”

You could see out of your peripheral Big man grip his claymore as if he was ready to draw it on you.

You didn’t want to start a fight in the tavern while it was full and busy

but you were damn sure not going to let these men ruin everything you and Felix built.

so you did the only thing you could in the moment.

“I don’t lie.” You explained stiffly, narrowing your eyes at the men, “If anything, whatever you’ve heard about that situation is the lie.”

You were hoping to buy yourself some time to think of a way to defuse the situation

perhaps even lead the men outside for a confrontation instead?

That didn’t seem like an option when the man in the cloak chuckled, clearly irritated by your words. He moved his cloak out of the way to reveal the shiny steel of a sword hilt.

but before he could say another word, you felt a warm hand wrap around your shoulder.

Hyunjin.

Your beam of light in the darkness.

“Hey fellas, what seems to be the problem here?” He spoke smoothly, expression light as he held you firmly.

“Nothing.” The cloaked man said, before smiling at Hyunjin. He readjusted his cloak to cover his sword back up, “Just enjoying these lovely cranberry tarts and wanting to tell the chef.”

“Oh, he’s very busy tonight,” Hyunjin chuckled, gesturing around the room before landing his eyes back on the three men at the table, “My dear master here will be sure to tell the chef you enjoyed them though, don’t worry!”

“Splendid.” The man with the cloak said, features bright as his gaze still bore into you face.

You couldn’t help the uneasiness you felt, but with Hyunjin there you knew it wold be okay for now.

“Is that all? My master has many patrons to attend to.” Hyunjin asked with ease. You were almost in awe at how he seemed so unshaken and was so easily able to release all the tension in the air.

“erm.... well...” The man in the cloak mumbled before Pretty man’s face lit up.

“Indeed!” He cheered, glancing between you and Hyunjin, “We require a room to stay in.”

“Excellent.” Hyunjin hummed with a bow, before gesturing to you, “my master will go prepare your key and room for you, if you’ll wait here.”

He quickly sent you away, not without a look of worry that you dismissed with a nod and a weak smile.

You hoped that your expression conveyed how grateful you were to Hyunjin

Because the moment you got to the back to grab a key, you took a sigh of relief.

You were okay for now, but you knew this was just prolonging the inevitable.

so when you closed up for the night and laid down in your room to sleep, you didn’t forget to put the long, silver dagger you owned between your mattress and the frame; hilt out for quick access.

And while Felix failed to notice this, he didn’t fail to notice how on edge you were.

He stripped from his work pants, eyeing you anxiously fiddling with the sheets below you and staring off into space.

“What has you so troubled, My Love?” Felix asked softly, folding his work clothes and placing them on a chair across the room.

“Hm?” You looked up at Felix’s broad back before he turned to face you, eyes soft and face gentle, “Nothing.”

Felix hummed disapprovingly, walking to where you sat on the bed and knelt in front of you.

He laced his hands with yours, studying your face before placing a kiss to your knuckles.

“You can tell me anything, you know?” Felix said

“I know.”

“Then tell me, what is on your mind?”

“I guess it’s just...” You start. You look into Felix’s eyes and feel a sense of warmth.

He always brought you comfort, his empathetic nature was one of the best parts about how in touch with his feelings he was; you always loved that about him.

“I love you so much, it’s painful sometimes.” You begin again, taking a deep breath and bringing Felix’s hand to your cheek. He reacts immediately, cupping your face gently and smoothing his thumb over your cheekbone, face full of worry.

“I’m so happy with you and we’ve worked so hard, I worry sometimes how easily it can all be taken away. How you can be taken away.” You explained, feeling the stress finally spill over as you release a few tears, “Life has no meaning without you. I just get scared sometimes it’s all going to disappear.”

Felix stands before finding his place beside you on the bed, coming so close you can feel his breath across your face.

his heart felt like it was going to explode at your words.

of course he’s had anxieties and worries too

but he’s able to get through it because you’re always there

you’re his stable rock telling him it’s okay and as long you are together, everything will be fine

so he needs to be that for you now.

“Come here, lay with me.” He suggests, pulling you down so you lay in his grasp.

he is warm under you, like the midday sun.

You can count the freckles on his beautiful faces from this distance, like stars painted on an angel.

“I know it’s scary,” Felix begins. His deep voice is resonating in his chest against your head as he smooths his hands up and down your shoulders and back soothingly, 

“I love you more than words can describe, (Y/N). And I promise you, as long as I’m still living, I will do everything in my power to be with you. I’ll keep you safe and happy, until my dying breath.”

“I love you.” You confessed again in a hushed tone, nuzzling your face into his neck. Felix grinned to himself, feeling giddy as if it was the first time he’d heard you say those three magic words.

“I love you too.” He repeated, squeezing you slightly.

You laid with Felix in the dark for what seemed like and eternity, with Felix lazily stroking your back and placing soft pecks on your head before he allowed himself to slip into the sweet release of sleep.

But not you.

You stayed awake, listing to the evenness of Felix’s breathing as you relished in his hold.

it felt like the last time you’d feel it.

It was well into the twilight when he came; the man in the cloak.

He moved quietly, only the sound of his feet padding against the wooden floorboards could be heard as he entered the room

he was illuminated by the light of a single lantern, just bright enough to see your sleeping figure.

carefully, he drew his sword and placed the tip at your throat, ready to strike you where you laid.

but he hesitated when he saw Felix grasping onto you so tenderly

why would he..?

“I expected you to come.” you whispered, your bleary eyes reflecting the light of the flame. It shook the man to his core how calm you seemed

“Yet you still housed me and my party...” He said, voice low and deep. you shifted ever so slightly as not to wake Felix or be stabbed through the neck

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t run you through.” He asked firmly, eyes cold and sharp as he stared down at your tired face.

But you had prepared.

You gracefully swing your arm up so the tip of your dagger laid at his chest. You expression showed no fear, much unlike the man’s, although he did his best to stay composed.

“You want to kill me? do it.” You said simply, pushing the blade closer to the man, “But be prepared to pay with your life.”

Just then, Felix shifted slightly and you freeze.

You would hate to wake him, even now when your life was potentially moments from ending.

The man froze in place too as Felix pulled you closer to him and took a deep breath, seemingly at ease by your presence. 

This made no sense...

you sighed, removing the dagger from the man’s chest only slightly.

“Listen, if you’re going to kill me, please not here. I don’t want to wake him.” You begged quietly, eyes softening at the man in front of you.

He was still for a moment before nodding solemnly at you. He backed away enough for you to wriggle out of Felix’s grasp.

However, your movement caused your husband to stir.

“mhhmmm... where are you going, My Love?” He slurred, eyes closed and body still heavy on the bed, but clear concern in his voice.

This behavior confused the man even more as he watched you give Felix’s hand a gentle squeeze.

“Bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You lied with an endearing grin, petting his hair lovingly. The prince hummed before rolling over, facing the far wall and falling back to sleep.

You turned to the man and nodded towards the door, where you both exited. 

Placing your dagger and his lantern on the bar, you pulled out two glasses from their places on the drying rack.

“What are you doing?” He asked, voice laced with an uncertainty.

“Well,” You began, grabbing a bottle of wine from behind the bar and uncorking it, “If you’re going to kill me, I’d much prefer to have a drink first, wouldn’t you? It’s on the house.”

The man stared at you for a moment before pulling a stool down and sitting at the bar, sword laying in his lap.

You silently poured the wine into the two glasses, sliding one across the bar to him.

You take a drink from your glass, feeling a sense of dread deep down in your stomach

but it was smothered but this horrifying numb feeling of the inevitability of this situation.

“Can I ask you something?” The man asked after what seemed like an eternity.

“shoot.”

“Why did you do it? Why did you kidnap the prince?”

“I told you, that’s a lie.” You swirled your drink around in your glass before taking another sip of it.

It tasted bitter as it washed down your throat, but you weren’t sure if it was truly from the alcohol or because of what this man was accusing you of.

“Then what is the truth?” The man mumbled, eyes down as he circled the rim of his glass. His lips were drawn into a thin line as you smiled weakly at his request.

“The truth is, we were in love. We are in love.” You hummed, leaning your elbows on the bartop before continuing.

“Its funny, it was actually his idea to leave, you know.”

“What happened?”

“Oh gosh, where do I even begin?”

And you told the man everything; how you began working in the castle as his courtier, how you fell in love, how he got the name Felix, the engagement, the ball, buying the tavern.

Everything.

When you finished, you downed the remainder of your drink and put the glass in the sink calmly.

The man said nothing all throughout your story, and even now he stayed silent. He stared down at the bartop, conflict running in his mind.

“You expect me to believe that?” He finally said, looking up at you. His expression was softer now, almost apologetic.

“Believe what you want.” You said with a shrug, grabbing the hilt of your dagger and holding it at your side, “But you better believe you’ll have to kill me before you are able to lay a hand on Felix. And even if you do kill me, because you know I won’t go down without a fight, good luck bringing Felix back to that wretched place in one piece. He would rather die than go back there and live as the prince.”

The man sat in silence for a moment, trying to read you; see if you have spoke any untruths.

But he couldn’t seem to find any in your tired eyes.

“You know,” The man sighed, grabbing his sword by the hilt, “I pride myself on being a man of honor. One who has a good morality and always does what’s right, no matter the consequences.”

He sheathed his sword and held his hand out for you to shake.

“I want to believe you. Based on everything you’ve said, this place, even how the pri-.... Felix was behaving, I trust you.”

You shake the man’s hand, letting out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding.

“Thank you.” You whispered, feeling like you were going to cry from all the tension you had stored up for the past 12 hours.

“I’ll be sure to explain to my colleagues the situation. I’m sure they’ll understand your predicament. Especially Jisung.” 

You nodded, but your confusion on who that was must have read on your face because the man in front of you chuckled tiredly.

“I forgot, you don’t even know our names...” The man hummed, before grinning at you, “The name’s Chan.”

“Nice to meet you, now that you aren’t pointing a blade at my face.” You snickered, feeling relieved at the newfound ally-ship of Chan.

“I wont keep you up any longer, (Y/N).” Chan said, bowing at you. You bowed back at him, turning to retreat back to your room

back into your husbands grasp.

But you remembered something.

“Oh, one last thing!” You called back to Chan, who was already at the bottom of the stairs to go back to him room. He looked at you perplexedly, but stopped anyways to let you speak.

“Felix wanted to know how the tarts tasted? He was so happy someone ordered some.” You grinned. Chan let out a breathless laugh, the corners of his mouth curling upwards at your question.

“Tell him they were fantastic. I’m pretty sure my colleague Changbin wants some for the road.” Chan replied, showing off a set of dimples. You nodded before waving the man off, retreating back to your room.

You swore, you have never slept as good as you did that night after your encounter with Chan.

You would also occasionally see 3racha come back to your tavern time and time again

usually when they were in the area for a quest, but they never failed to spend the night and try whatever was specially made that day.

and because of them, you put up a Quest board by the door for people who had odd jobs and were looking for adventurers to complete them.

Things calmed down a bit after that

You were glad, cause it meant you got to spend much more time with Felix, which was nice.

Some nights Felix would hear a song he particularly liked and would emerge from the kitchen to pick you out of the crowd and dance with you.

You always felt happiest in those few moment holding his hands as he twirled you around and sang off key

and on the particularly cold nights, after you were all closed up for the evening,

Felix would read to you, with you snuggled up under his chin and his arms around you, illuminated only by the light of a single candlestick.

It began with simple short stories, but soon enough it became a nightly occurrence and Felix would read novels over the course of a week or two.

And when the snow eventually started to melt and spring rolled around, you would go out to the meadow just beyond the northern border of Miroh and have afternoon picnics.

Felix liked these days best.

You always looked so beautiful, basking in the warm sun while telling him about whatever juicy gossip you heard at the tavern that week.

It reminded him of the afternoons you would accompany him to the greenhouse at the castle, and how those were his favourite days back then too.

only now, you were his wife, and he was free to love you more wholeheartedly.

It was a sunny afternoon and you and Felix were simply enjoying each other’s company

he laid with his head in your lap as you talked about the newest shipment of ale you were to get tomorrow morning, your fingers mindlessly scratching at his scalp.

he let his eyes flutter shut, the sound of your voice and the smell of your skin putting Felix in a dreamy haze

He wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep for when you finally tapped delicately on his cheek.

“Hey, I’m so boring you fell asleep?” You teased, causing Felix to sigh and look up at you.

Felix swore you had to be an angel, especially in that moment.

“You could never bore me, My Love.” Felix replied, voice deep and groggy from just waking up.

He sat up and stretched his arms over his head, blinking his eyes a bit to adjust to the warm orange sun.

“We’d better get back, its almost time to open.” You urged your husband, reaching for the cutlery to put it in the basket you bought.

“I wanna stay here with you.” Felix whined playfully, scooting over to lean his head down on your shoulder.

“We cant stay here, we have to work.”

“whyyyyyy?”

“Because! If we don’t work, we can’t have yummy food to eat or books to read or a place to sleep when it gets cold.”

“That’s dumb. I want to just lay with you in the grass and listen to you talk and hold onto you and kiss you and not worry about anything.”

“I know, but life isn’t perfect like that, Dear.” You finished packing away all the plates and cutlery before placing a kiss on Felix’s head, “Besides, if we don’t open up our place for people to stay and be happy for a while, who will?”

Felix hummed, lifting his head to look at you before leaning in and kissing you. 

This time it was longer

Felix felt so lovesick, much like he always does when it comes to you.

He willed all of his love into the kiss, holding you tenderly as you kissed him back with just as much fervor.

When you finally parted, you stood up and held your hand out for Felix. He gladly accepted it, standing too

You made your way down the cobblestone street, swinging your hands back and forth like children as you spoke about how lovely the weather had been the past few days

As you approached the tavern, you noticed there was a man sat on the steps out front

When you actually recognized him, you almost dropped your basket

Minho.

Upon noticing your arrival, he stood up, and blinked a couple times. He seemed like he was the one who was surprised you and Felix were there

He wore simple looking clothes, a cloak for travel, and no crown; this was probably to avoid crowds forming and too much attention…

Felix swore his heart stopped as he froze in place, locking eyes with his brother

He wanted to go to him; hug him and tell him how much he missed seeing Minho. 

He had thought about writing to his older brother, but resisted to urge as he was afraid.

Minho wasn’t just his brother,

He was heir to the throne of Clé

Which meant he had responsibilities.

Ones that probably included bringing Felix back

So instead of going to Minho, greeting him lovingly, Felix held your hand tighter and swallowed heavily

“Yongbok.” The Prince gasped, a breathless chuckle passing through his lips as he approached the two of you, “so the rumours were true…”

Felix said nothing, only putting himself between you and Minho and taking a half step back.

He didn’t know why he had come, but his worst fear was you being taken from him.

Upon your reaction, Minho stopped, eyebrows quirked in confusion. His smile faded

“Why have you come?” Felix asked, expression firm, but he felt like he was made of jelly

You held his hand tightly, swiping your thumb gently across the back of it to help calm your husband down.

“For answers.” Minho replied, fingers fiddling with the hem of his tunic as he watched the two of you, “and to see you I guess…”

The Prince walked back closer to the door, nodding his head towards it, “I arrived a bit earlier and I didn’t get an answer, so I assumed you were out. May we talk more inside?”

“Did you come alone, your highness?” You asked, finally speaking up. You weren’t sure if you should treat Minho with formalities or not, but it felt wrong to address him any other way…

The Prince nodded, “I didn’t want too much attention if I didn’t end up finding you. So..?”

Minho once again gestured to the door and you looked at Felix, who still seemed to be glued to the spot on the walkway

In all honesty, he could barely sense anything besides the sound of the blood rushing in his ears and the feeling of your hand in his.

He felt like his brain was shutting down.

This situation didn’t feel real.

It couldn’t be real

“Dear, what do you want to do?”

It was real.

“What do you think?” Felix finally whispered, turning to you. You gazed into your husbands eyes to find panic residing in them

However, you felt oddly at ease

If Minho was alone, he wasn’t a threat to you

For now, at least

Besides, he already had all the information he needed to ruin your life

He found you.

What more damage could be done by inviting him in?

You nodded, urging Felix to go to his brother

Felix nodded, turning back to Minho, who looked at the two of you expectantly

Felix wordlessly approached the door, holding onto your hand still as he unlocked it, allowing the three of you to enter the tavern

Minho looked around the room; if he had any opinion on your tavern, he didn’t say. He simply stood by the bar, as you closed the door.

Felix was still staring at his brother. It had been so long, he almost didn’t remember what he looked like

Had he always had that hair colour?

“Uhm.. can I get you anything, your highness? Perhaps a tea or something stronger?” You asked tentatively, pulling down a couple of chairs at a table for them to sit at.

“Just tea, thank you.” Minho hummed, sitting at the table you prepared for them. You nodded, taking the basket back to the kitchen to put the dishes in the sink and prepare a pot of tea.

Felix still stood near the bar, feeling anxiety bubble up. The only ease he felt was the sound of you in the kitchen; it was the only thing that grounded him.

“What do you want?” Felix asked, crossing his arms over his chest. He missed Minho, but he couldn’t trust him right now.

“To talk” Minho stated, gesturing to the chair across from him. Felix hesitated, bouncing his leg nervously. Minho slyly grinned, “I don’t bite, Yongbok.”

“Don’t call me that.” Felix mumbled, finally coming over to the table and sitting down across from his brother.

He was still weary, but he knew you were close by if anything happened

“Oh yes, I’ve heard you have a new name. Felix, is it?” Minho asked, frowning as he tapped his fingers on the table and hummed, “Interesting choice. It suits you.”

“What do you want?” Felix repeated, leaning forward in his chair with his expression cold. Minho smiled again, playfully looking at the younger man.

“No need be defensive! I told you. I came for answers.” Minho said. You returned, teapot and a couple of teacups on a tray that you sat down the table. Minho thanked you with a smile, only for you to bow.

You felt unsure if you should sit

Technically, you didn’t work for the royal court anymore, but Minho was still royalty...

You decided to stay standing, placing a gentle hand on your husband’s shoulder to hopefully help ease him.

It did, as you felt Felix’s shoulders relax under your touch.

Minho poured himself some tea, the sweet citrus aroma filling the air; He quietly stirred in a spoon of sugar before tapping it against the rim of the teacup.

“First and foremost, It is nice to see you.” Minho hummed, blowing on his drink twice before taking a tentative sip.

Felix was quiet for only a moment before mumbling out “It’s nice to see you too.”

He meant it.

As much as he felt defensive and out of his element, it was nice to see his brother after all this time.

Minho grinned, looking down to his lap at the confession. He chewed his bottom lip nervously before taking another sip of tea

“You know, you really stirred up a lot of trouble back home.” Minho chuckled, lacing his fingers together and setting his hands on the table, “Do you know what mother has been telling people?”

Felix was quiet; he hadn’t heard anything from Clé since you left.

“That I kidnapped Felix.” You answered for him, causing Felix to look over at you. Your expression was unreadable, but you stared at Minho with some sort of resolve

The Prince looked to you, raising his eyebrows and scoffing.

“Exactly that. “The Trusted Courtier took weapons from the armory and forced The Helpless Prince Yongbok to leave with them, never to be seen again.”” Minho huffed in a sarcastic tone, crossing his arms over his chest, “Can you believe it? How absurd.”

“You don’t believe it?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed and lips drawn into an amused pout; Your expression could be described as cat-like; cautious, yet curious.

“How could I when I found this?” Minho laughed, pulling a folded parchment from out of his pants pocket and placing it on the table.

Felix picked it up and opened it, revealing his own handwriting.

He immediately closed it when he realized what it was, causing his brother to let out a laugh from deep in his chest.

“What is it Felix?” You asked, leaning over to look at your husband’s now reddening face.

“I noticed you took all of your journals and letters with you.” Minho hummed, before pointing at the parchment, “But it seems you must have forgotten one.”

“I- Well...” Felix stammered, looking between you and Minho. Sighing in defeat, he handed you the parchment and let you read it.

Your eyes lit up to see it was a letter

addressed to you.

from Felix.

“Dear (Y/N), I’m not sure I’ll ever be allowed to say this out loud, so I’m writing this letter. You’ll probably never see it; in fact, I intend to never give this to you, but I need to say this or else I’ll probably combust. I am in love with you (I can’t believe I just wrote that...). You’re so smart and so kind. I feel warm when I am around you. You are the only person I feel like truly understands me and I hope that you enjoy spending time with me like I enjoy spending time with you. The truth is, you make my days bearable. You are like the sun. The stars in the night sky. I had the realization I have been struck by Cupid’s arrow because I think about you at all hours. You are my muse; I wonder which flowers you like best while I tend to all of them in the garden. I take my dance lessons and I imagine you are my dance partner. When I lay in bed at night, I think about how I must fall asleep quickly in order to see you again. But what I think about most is if you feel this way about me too? I hope so. - Felix”

Minho watched you read the letter, eyes softening as your expression grew ever so brighter as your eyes flicked down the page.

Felix watched you too, clearly embarrassed by his younger self; but all that dissipated as he saw how bright you were.

“I don’t think someone would write something like that about their kidnapper.” Minho hummed, taking another sip of tea as you finished the letter. You folded it up and held onto to it for a moment, feeling your heart flutter at the words.

Of course, you knew Felix loved you more than anything. But it was special seeing how much he loved you and for how long he’s loved you.

You gazed lovingly at Felix, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. He smiled up at you, grabbing onto your hand that laid at his shoulder.

“So.” Minho cleared his throat, “Seeing as I found that, I knew that something else was going on. And I needed to find out for myself. So I followed the only lead I could find.”

“Rumors of a tavern in Miroh?” Felix deduced, to which his brother nodded, leaning back in his chair. He looked around the room before smiling softly.

“and it looks like the rumors were true.” Minho said looking between you and Felix.

A silence washed over you all for a moment. It seemed Minho was pretty understanding of what your relationship with Felix was

however, that didn’t necessarily mean he approved.

“So, what does it mean now that you know the truth?” Felix asked bluntly. Minho stared at him for a moment before leaning forward

“Are you happy?” Minho asked, tone serious as he laced his fingers together again and placed them on the table.

“More than I’ve ever been.” Felix said honestly, staring down his brother. Minho shook his head before letting out a sigh. His demeanor shifted a bit as you and Felix watched him seemingly have an internal struggle raging in his head. After a moment of silence, he pursed his lips and tapped his fingers on the table nonchalantly as he seemingly had made a decision.

“The truth is, I told myself if it really was you, I’d bring you home.” The Prince said simply. He looked down at the table, brushing a hand through his hair, “I thought you had made a rash and irresponsible decision and I was going to bring you back to where you belong. Of course, I’d leave (Y/N) alone. If I brought them back, Father would surely have their head...”

Felix’s grip on your hand tightened, his stomach dropping at his brother’s words.

Minho’s expression softened as he looked at the two of you, taking one last sip from his teacup.

“However, I see now this is where you belong.” Minho said with a nod. He gestured around the room, playful expression finding it way onto his face, “You have made quite a beautiful home here and you seem to be happier with (Y/N) than I’ve ever seen you be at the castle. It would be wrong of me to take that away, I think.”

“Minho...” Felix sighed with relief, thankfulness written all over his face, “I- I don’t know what to say.”

“Thank you, your highness.” You said, bowing at the prince. Minho shook his head and waved his hand, slight pout on his lips.

“There is no need for you to do that, (Y/N). You’re my brother's wife now, so consider the formalities negated.” He said, chuckling to himself, “Besides, I’m not the heir to the throne right now. I’m just a man who came to visit.”

“You should stay for the night.’ Felix exclaimed, smiling at his brother for the first time since he arrived, “The tavern is very lively in the evenings. And I’d love to talk to you more.”

“I can’t stay, unfortunately.” Minho said with a frown, “I’m supposed to be at an alliance coalition with some of the western kingdoms early tomorrow morning, but I snuck away just to see you.”

“One more cup of tea couldn’t hurt?” You suggested, raising an eyebrow at the prince and jabbing a thumb in the direction of the kitchen, “Not to mention, Felix baked a lovely batch of blueberry muffins this morning, and it would be a shame for you not to try one.”

“My brother’s a baker?” Minho teased, turning to Felix and cracking a grin, “No way he would be capable of something like that. I simply must try it out for myself!”

“I’ll go put the kettle back on, and give you two some time to talk alone.” You hummed, placing a quick kiss on Felix’s lips and retreated back into the kitchen; you did take the love letter with you to re-read though

Felix giggled, his body feeling like it was on cloud nine.

He swore, he never felt so happy

maybe it was because he was relieved that his life wasn’t over,

but it was also nice to see Minho again.

The two of them talked as they used to, comfortably and casually.

Felix wouldn’t have the chance to speak with Minho often when he lived at the castle; his brother was much more busy and with conflicting duties and schedules, they never really had the time.

But whenever they did, it was never uncomfortable or awkward.

You didn’t want to intrude on their time alone, so after the tea was done and ready, you brought it to them before scurrying back to the kitchen to make yourself busy preparing for the dinner tonight

Felix asked about Karina and how Clé was doing; Apparently they were well, and Minho seemed to truly love the future queen. Felix also learned that apparent Winter had been married last autumn and was doing well too (Felix felt very relieved to hear this)

Clé was in a minor food shortage, but Minho was hoping to supplement that with an trade alliance with the western island of Halazia, who needed lumber for ships.

Felix then told Minho of the tavern and what it was like trying to afford to get it up and running. He spoke of the evening activities and how he got to do what he loved all the time. 

And of course, Felix spoke of you; he told his brother how you supported him always, how you would do anything to make him happy, and how much he adored you as a person. He talked about all of his favourite activities to do with you and how it felt like a dream come true to get to fall asleep next to you everyday.

They were so caught up in conversation, they were both taken by surprise when someone walked in the door

“Wow, you guys have been slacking off today! The chairs aren’t even taken off the bar yet.” Hyunjin huffed out, smile on his face as he hung up his jacket. When he realized Felix was with another man, he flinched and grew flustered.

“Oh, forgive me! I didn’t realize you had a visitor.” Hyunjin apologized with a bow, “Sorry for intruding.”

“Don’t worry about it, Jinnie!” Felix chuckled, turning to Minho, “This is Hyunjin, our bar-hand.”

Hyunjin bowed again, waving at Minho before disappearing into the back to “take an inventory check”

“I guess that would be my cue to leave.” Minho hummed, standing from his chair. He hesitated to go, wanting to spend more time with Felix...

but Minho knew his responsibilities far outweighed his desire.

Felix lunged at him, engulfing his brother in a tight hug, which was reciprocated warmly.

“I’m glad to see you’re doing well here.” Minho said, releasing Felix from his grip, “I’ll be sure to write to you occasionally. And if I can, I’d love to visit you once again.” 

“You better! I’ll miss you too much if you don’t” Felix grinned, leading Minho to the door, “Goodbye and safe travels.”

Minho hesitated once more at the door before hugging Felix again. With that final hug, he said goodbye, with Felix watching him walk away until he was out of sight

Felix felt his heart ache at the sight, but knew that he would at least be able to see Minho again someday

which was much more joyous than never hearing from him at all.

“Uhm... Lix?” Hyunjin asked, coming out from the back and leaning on the bar. He had a slight frown on his face and a pout on his lips.

Oh yes, Felix almost forgot he would have to try and explain the sudden visitor, which was very out of the ordinary of him to have.

“Yes?”

“I don’t mean to pry, but who was that?”

“That was my brother.” Felix mumbled, thinking up an excuse. He chewed his bottom lip before gazing up at Hyunjin, “He’s from a far away kingdom, so he can’t visit often.”

Hyunjin’s frown deepened, but he simply nodded, flashing a fake smile.

“Well, I’m glad your brother could visit.” He hummed, before starting to prepare the bar for tonight.

Did Hyunjin really have no further questions for Felix? It felt odd considering that the situation was strange and Felix gave a kind of wishy-washy, short answer.

technically he didn’t lie to Hyunjin,

Minho was from a kingdom far from here.

He just didn’t tell him Minho was soon to be the king of said kingdom

Felix doubted that Hyunjin didn’t have anymore suspicions about his visitor; He had always been bright and attentive, being able to read pretty much anyone. Hyunjin most likely knew something was fishy but simply decided to not say anything about it.

that is, until the bar had closed down for the night and the bar-keep beckoned both you and your husband to the back storage room to discuss something.

“So, what is this all about?” You asked, oblivious to the situation at hand

“I finally pieced it all together.” Hyunjin stated simply, expression unreadable

you furrowed your brow in confusion, looking over to Felix who looked as though he had seen a ghost. 

of course he figured it out. 

Felix knew he would 

But what did that mean for all you’d have built?

so many new people being let in on your little secret made him sick. Putting trust that his and your entire life wouldn’t be ruined in another person’s hands makes him anxious beyond belief.

“Pardon? I’m not sure what you are referring to, Jin?” You confessed truthfully; you weren’t sure what the bar-keep was speaking of, but you could feel your nerves grow weak as you were sure to be able to guess what this could be about.

“I was wondering why we had the honor of a visit from Prince of Clé,” Hyunjin began, eyes darting between you and Felix as he spoke, “I couldn’t remember where I recognized him from at first, but then I remembered seeing his face in the paper after his wedding. And Felix informed me that it was his brother coming to visit, which cleared all my suspicions up.”

“I... I don’t know what to say...” Felix spoke shakily, body trembling.

god he felt so stupid!

of course people would know what the Clé prince -the future king of a neighboring kingdom- would look like.

why did he reveal it was his family...

“The bounty hunters, not speaking of the past, even that Clé longbow you keep behind the bar...” Hyunjin hummed, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk, “not to mention you bear a striking resemblance to a particular missing prince?”

You were silent, standing like a statue as you assessed what to do.

truthfully, you were even less surprised than Felix that Hyunjin had figured it out; intuition and a few clues you supposed.

“Am I correct?” Hyunjin tilted his head slightly; his gaze was playful as his lips were drawn into a thin line.

Felix looked to you, reaching out his hand to lace his fingers with yours before turning back to Hyunjin with a curt nod.

there was no sense to lie to the man anymore.

Hyunjin bit his bottom lip, staring at the floor. The room was silent and the air was thick with tension

Until Hyunjin let out a breathless chuckle shaking his head. A grin found its way onto his face as you and Felix held your breath

“Honestly, I’m just more upset you guys didn’t tell me sooner” the bar-keep hummed, looking between you two, “how long have I worked here by now? And you still don’t trust me?”

“Sorry Jin,” You frowned, feeling a slight bit embarrassed at him scolding you, “But I’m sure you can understand why we want to keep our past a secret”

“No shit, hey?” Hyunjin laughed, which sounded like a symphony to Felix

He wasn’t going to turn you both in

Honestly, now that he really thought about it, it wouldn’t be in Hyunjin’s character to betray you both like that, so why was Felix even worried in the first place?

Well, plenty of reasons, considering what the secret was.

But it was Hyunjin.

And Felix liked him.

He trusted him.

And you did too.

“Hyunjin, we should have told you the moment we hired you. We are really sorry.” Felix confessed, reaching his hand out to shake the other man’s. For some reason, Felix did feel genuinely guilty for hiding his past from Hyunjin…

It must have shown on his face because Hyunjin simply looked at before swatting it away, pulling your husband into a hug

“Hey, I get it.” He spoke softly, pulling away to wrap his arms around you tenderly, “both of you must have gone through hell. I don’t blame you for wanting to move forward and never look back.”

“Maybe we can, just once more.” You suggested, looking between the two men with a knowing smirk, “I think you deserve a bit more detail onto how we got here, no?”

“Should I put the tea on?” Felix asked, smiling at you and then at Hyunjin fondly.

He couldn’t agree with you more; if he’s going to know, Hyunjin should get the whole story. The truth.

“I’d love to hear all about it.” Hyunjin exclaimed enthusiastically, walking out to the bar and pulling down a couple of the stools, “I’m sure it’s a hell of a story…”

And you couldn’t help but agree; your life with Felix was quite the story…

One that now had more interesting characters in it.

And one that you couldn’t wait to see how it goes next, with the dawn of new connections, but the same love you had and always will have for Felix

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A/N: OKAYYY FINALLY DONE!! Just over a year this baby has been in the making, but posting my 3racha fic in this universe had me inspired to finally finish it. I know this part has a little less focus on you and Lix, but I get as though other characters and relations are also interesting. I hope you enjoyed it :33

#kpop #stray kids #skz #fluff #angst #Felix #Lee felix #lee felix fantasy au #lee felix fluff #lee felix x reader #felix skz fantasy au #skz fantasy au #bang chan #Lee Minho #Seo Changbin #Hwang Hyunjin #Han Jisung #Kim Seungmin #Yang Jeongin

[iciatheguardess]

Having a second identity is such an interested experience.

Because...

You find yourself accepted. And loved. You find friends. And laughter.

You find so many people who know you as this persona you've made.

And then...

It doesn't quite feel right.

It feels like a lie.

I feel like a lie.

I've been Ice Anon for a while. Ice Anon is.. caring. Loving. Quiet and timid, but not exactly shy in a way. The 'cold touch, warm heart' stereotype. She's, well, me.

But... I'm not her.

I know who I am though. I know who's been hiding.

And it's not her.

I can't keep this secret forever. I'm slowly finding myself wanting more and more to shed this disguise, to tell the stories that beat around my head like bees in a kettledrum. My thoughts are loud, on the tip of my tongue.

But with characters like Caine... how safe truly is it to do so?

Screw it.. I think I'm ready.

I need to be careful though. I'm probably safe now that I'm away from there but...

I'm not ready to let my guard down fully. Not now. Not yet.

- Ice Anon Icia

[Oh my god I've wanted to do this for ages. Pls send questions if you'd like, I'm excited to show you what I have planned for her!

Also, here is who's included in who Icia features (and who she sees as a friend currently):

@thecomicallytragicgangle

@theoneandonlyhammeranon

@askobjects (Leafy & Fiery)

@pyxelthesilly

(BTW, none of yall have to take any part in her lore if you don't want to, I'm just tagging you bc your characters are here)

Anyways, hope you liked this :) I'll try and do an actual intro for her soon]

#taocc #finally #frozenblade

[nonexistent-introvert]

Only love can hurt like this

 Pairing: Stephen Strange x F!Reader (Max, replace with any name u like)

Summary: In order to save him, she had to place a curse on herself

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Hanahaki disease, angst, blood, unrequited love

A/N: Here you guys go. Sorry for the angst, if it wasn’t clear enough this is set after the events in MoM. I hope you guys like it and feel free to comment abt what you think. I’ll take this time to ask a genuine question, since my stories are mostly in third person, would yall be ok if i just keep using the name Max but yall feel free to replace it with anyth. 

  Max clutched onto her chest, wheezing and coughing onto the ground as blood spilled from her lips. Falling helplessly to the ground the moment she managed to stumble into her own private quarters. 

    “I love you in every universe.” 

     The words replayed in her head, like an endless loop despite the pain she was going through. For all she knew, it was making the pain worse as her heart beat against her rib cage and Max felt her head constrict at every beat, her ears ringing In pain. She laid on the ground, blood splattered all over her floors that she couldn’t be bothered to clean knowing that the fits were coming in more often and soon her floors would be even more stained with blood. Her breathing erratic, she clenched her jaw in pain. Why must she have heard that line?

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     The curse settled in too quickly for Max’s own liking. Not that she had taken the time to research chaos magic but how quickly it settled in almost proved how one sided her love for Stephen was. 

    “You know it won’t come for free.” Max nodded, “He’s going to die Agatha. I can’t allow that.” Agatha scoffed slightly, “This isn’t a fairytale Max, if I perform this curse, it would not be a happy ending.” Max thought back to Stephen’s weakened state, hanging on by a thread in the sanctum when he was hit with a deadly blow. Poison seeping in his veins slowly killing him and no one could figure out how to save him. Max swallowed the lump in her throat at the sight. “Just do it Agatha. You’re the only one who would do this to me without questioning that much” Agatha stepped forward, her fingers gracing her cheek lightly. “All this? For a man. Such a waste Max.” Agatha’s fingers moved in a pattern. “For Stephen’s Strange life, you would agree to die a painful death slowly if you have feelings for Stephen and these feelings are not returned”

    “I agree.” Max agreed immediately, she got hit with a painful blast. Coughing violently before blinking, it didn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. “The curse is in you. Seal it with a kiss to that doctor and the curse will be in effect.” Max nodded before disappearing through a portal. 

    When everyone was asleep that day, she gently pressed a kiss to him and Max saw the veins on his hands that turned black from the poison slowly disappear. His breathing evening out , he sucked in a breath and bolted upright. Max wiped her lips immediately, clearing her throat and with a hand clutched against her chest from the curse becoming effective. She smiled, “you’re back.” 

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   Max stepped back into the sanctum. “Dinner is ready.” Wong smiled, it was rare that they would have dinner together considering how all of them were busy. Max saw Stephen sitting in his blue robes at the dining table, she clutched onto her chest subconsciously, awaiting the pain that would come. “I-I’m fine. I ate before.” She excused, cursing slightly at her hoarse voice as she felt the blood rising in her throat already. 

   “You sound terrible.” 

   “Just a bad day.” Stephen stood up from his seat, his doctor persona overcoming him. Max flinched away when he was near her, from the pain that was slowly bothering her and also from his prying eyes. She did not need a medical diagnosis now. “I’ll go to sleep first.” Max fake yawned, smiling politely before rushing back to her quarters. 

   “Did I do something wrong?” Stephen questioned, Wong shrugged. “She’s been rather distant after I assisted her help to save the multiverse.” Stephen explained. “Maybe she’s just exhausted. She’s been looking rather weak these days .”Wong simply replied which sparked even more of a concern from Stephen. 

    Max fell to the ground, her knees getting scraped by the hard wooden floor. Her body bent over as she let out retches, her stomach felt like it was flipping inside out but nothing came out except for blood. Max felt herself getting dizzy at the amount of blood lost and the headache from each violent cough. “Fuck fuck fuck” Max cursed, the pain only got worse as days passed, she thought of just ending the pain, the suffering but deep down, she felt that it was being unfair to the people who truly cared about her. Then her thoughts gravitated towards him again and another fit overcame her. 

    Stephen stood outside her room, a plate of of food in his hands. He knocked lightly, “Max, there was some leftovers and I doubt you ate much so come and have some.” He shouted through her door. Max didn’t respond, he sighed. “If I did anything wrong Max, I’m sorry but I’m genuinely concerned for your- please, can we talk?” he pleaded through the door. His cloak nudged him a little, he clicked his tongue in annoyance at it but his hands found the doorknob anyways. “I’m coming in.” He called out.

    The sight that greeted him turned his blood cold. Max was sprawled out on the floor, clearly unconscious next to a disturbingly large amount of blood. Traces of dried up blood on her chin and her hands were covered with smudged blood. “Max!” He called out, quickly falling to his knees to help her. His cloak helped carried her to her bed where he assessed her for any injuries. Contemplating a little at undressing her but decided that it was the only way to tell if the damage was because of any injuries. His eyebrows furrowed at the veins that were bulging through her chest near her heart, that definitely wasn’t normal. His fingers gently traced the veins and it revealed the flower that was formed with the veins on her heart, when his fingers pressed against it. Max shot up and pushed his hands away. Taking quick breaths, although Max felt that barely any oxygen made it to her lungs. “Max, I was-” “Fuck off Stephen” Max gritted out. Her heart clenching at her cold attitude towards him. “You’re not ok Max. Let me help-” He replied stubbornly. “You’re only-” Max crawled to the floor before a mouthful of blood escaped her. She groaned in pain, almost screaming at how tight her heart felt, as though it was about to combust. Stephen’s eyes then caught sight of the multiple ancient books on her desk, his heart dropped. Witchcraft. “You made a deal with a witch didn’t you?”He questioned, his brain rushing for any spells to help ease her pain. “Stephen” She moaned, pointing to the door. “Not the time please, I- you’re making the pain worse.” Stephen frowned in concern but stood up to leave anyways. He stood outside the closed door, “Is this helping?” he asked. “A little” She grunted. A series of violent coughs escaped her and Stephen turned his back, almost running into the library.

   “Witchcraft.” He repeated in his mind. Wong jumped when the sorcerer barged into the library looking distressed. “Whats wrong?” Wong asked, Stephen pulled a book out, his words coming out at an impossible speed that Wong almost couldn’t catch what he was saying. When the words finally clicked in his mind, the sorcerer supreme’s heart dropped for his close friend. “Stephen. There’s nothing we can do.” He placed a hand on Stephen’s shoulder. Stephen ignored him, “Anything can be solved. There must be-” 

   “Stephen,” Wong made Stephen look at him. 

    “The deal she made, the flower, if she’s already experiencing the effects that means her only recovery method has been long gone.” Stephen frowned, “So there is a recovery method. We just need-” “There is nothing we can do about unrequited feelings Stephen!” Wong shouted, trying to knock some sense into the sorcerer before him. “Unrequited?” Stephen muttered. Wong nodded, taking in a sharp breath. “Hanahaki disease. It was known to be fictional for a long time, the person suffering supposedly would cough up flowers but that’s a myth, they would essentially be coughing up blood, or losing blood every single day through the most painful ways and they would finally die when they reach the day where they run out of blood to cough out and the heart stops beating.” Stephen’s eyes studied Wong. Wong wiped the tears forming in his eyes, “Only a witch is capable of inducing that disease but it usually is the price for a life or death deal. For reviving or prolonging someone’s time. This disease comes from unrequited feelings because for the dying or dead person to overcome their fate of death, Max's heart would have to beat for them so if Max’s heart is beating for someone whose heart didn’t belong to her, the heart would eventually get tired and give up. The more Max witnesses that it’s one sided or the more her feelings grow for that person, the weaker she gets. The only cure is for the person to love her back but we all know that we can’t control who we fall for.” “Idiot. A fucking Idiot. Did she think this was a fairytale she was living in?” Stephen scolded, his hands running through his hair. “Who’s the person she stupidly did this for?” Stephen asked, Wong could tell Stephen was breaking down on the inside despite the calm facade he kept on. Wong flinched, if Stephen said that Max said that Stephen was making the pain worse. The person she is suffering so much for could only be the man before himself. 

    “I don’t know” Wong replied instead. 

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    “He’s fine. Keeping himself busy, he checks on you at ungodly hours, when you don’t notice. He doesn’t want to make your condition worse but he doesn’t know he’s the cause of it all.” Max put on a weak smile. Wong’s heart pained for his friend, her cheeks were hollow, her face pale , eyes swollen from the lack of sleep. She looked like she already had a foot in the grave. “I don’t have much time Wong. I- my body is threatening to shut down anytime and when my body fails to repair itself when I’m unconscious… I want you to give him this.” Max passed Wong a letter. The letter had Stephen’s name scrawled on it, Drops of blood decorated the letter. Wong swallowed, “I’ll take care of him.” Max smiled, “I know you will. Please don’t let him bury himself in guilt.” 

   Stephen, 

     You’ll be happy to know that you’re right all along. I’m a hopeless romantic, an idiot you would say. To die knowing that the person I love doesn’t love me back is cruel, but in a weird twisted way, it’s romantic because I know he will continue on living his life. Knowing that he isn’t six feet under is a strange comfort. 

    This curse is placed on me because I made the deal. I made it so that you could survive so I hope you don’t waste that chance away, don’t bury yourself in guilt , smile and be smug knowing that despite all my insults thrown at you, I would die for you. The pain, only love could hurt like this.

   To be honest, I hate hope. When she placed the curse on me telling me that it wouldn’t affect me if you returned my feelings. I hate that I went in telling myself that I would be fine, maybe you do like me and I trusted in that, until the effects came in, and I lived everyday with the pain, a painful reminder of the truth. But I don’t blame you, because now even as I am dying and barely having enough energy to do anything, I’m sitting here writing this letter with the last of my strength, telling you to take care of yourself and live your life. 

   I love you Stephen, and you don’t need to be sorry. We can’t choose who we fall for, just know that I would be there for you no matter what. 

   Lets see each other again someday

Max, your hopeless idiot.

   Stephen’s hands shook. Tears running freely from his face as he sat by her bedside. Her body next to his, the Heart Rate Monitor at a slow pace, threatening to come to a stop at any second. He buried his face in his hands as he sobbed. 

   “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice sooner, please. I have so much yet to tell you.” He held onto her hand when the heart Monitor started flatlining, a sudden few beats in between the line. Stephen weeped, leaning over her cold body as he placed a shaky kiss onto her forehead. 

   “I love you too, I’m sorry I took too long.” 

   “If I see you again,  I won’t waste any time anymore.” He promised before leaving the room. Trying his best to keep it together, to not fall into a destructive behaviour. 

   He missed the pattern on the heart rate monitor as the flat line slowly turned into a steady heartbeat again.  

#stephen strange #stephen strange angst #stephen strange x reader #dr strange x reader #benedict cumberbatch x reader

[leonscape]

Stepping Into the Fututre With You

Forever With You story event rewrite for Leon's route.

Leon x MC (Emma) Word Count: 2419

I'm sure yall have already seen my breakdown over Leon's route. So I decided to do a rewrite. But I went a little overboard and towards the end, it was kind of rushed because it was getting too long. I hope everyone enjoys reading this.

Since becoming king, Leon only grew busier each day, working hard to fulfill his duties. Emma also gained new responsibilities as she prepared to stand by Leon’s side as queen one day. Lessons with Sariel never got any easier, but she does maintain good relationships with all the ministers. And as time went on, she grew comfortable in the position that would one day become reality.

Leon’s heart beat faster every time he saw her mingling with the other nobles. Society hasn’t always been so kind, but their hard work and effort was paying off. Smiles and laughter surrounded her everywhere she went. A strong sense of pride welled up in Leon’s chest and he couldn’t help but smile at her too. There was no doubt in his mind that she would make an excellent queen one day. 

Having late nights was a common occurrence. Bearing all the responsibility and putting in the work took a toll on the both of them. The sun had been long gone by the time Leon found Emma in the library. She was slouched over the table, resting her head on the books. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was even. Leon admired her for a brief moment. He observed the rhythm of her breath, the way her lips formed a pout as her face was squished against the opened books, and even the way her eyelashes appeared to be more longer and delicate with her eyes closed. He couldn’t be more proud of her, but at the same time he wished to escape from the palace and have her all to himself, at least for a day. 

Leon gently rubbed her back in an attempt to wake her. He leaned down to her ear and whispered, “Hey, falling asleep while reading is my thing.” 

Emma groggily groaned and shifted in her sleepy state. After a few seconds, it finally registered where she was, what she was doing, and who was talking. “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry, Leon. Were you waiting for me?”

“I was wondering where you were and I got worried so I came looking for you. I figured you’d be here,” Leon said. 

She brushed her hair down and cleared her throat, “Sorry to keep you waiting. I was organizing the guestlist for the tea party next month, and then I fell down a rabbit hole trying to do research on some history.” 

“That’s all right. Let’s just call it a night and get you to bed.” Leon escorted her from the library to the bedroom. 

Leon lingered around for a bit just in case, but Emma just laughed, “Don’t worry, I won’t secretly sneak off and continue studying or anything like that.”

“Good,” Leon responded. “You’re doing really well, and I appreciate your hard work.”

“Thank you, Leon.” She proudly smiled at him. He kissed her forehead and bid her good night. When he shut the door to her room, he softly sighed to himself and pulled out a ring from his pocket. He clutched it in his fist and closed his eyes, making a silent wish. Please let everything go well.

There was no doubt in his mind. But it still didn’t stop him from being nervous to pop the question. He went to his most trusted brothers and asked them for a huge favor. 

“What are we celebrating?” Yves asked. The domestic faction was huddled around Leon’s desk. Leon pulled out the small box the engagement ring sat in and his brothers gasped. 

“Really?!” Yves screeched. Licht’s jaw dropped with his eyes wide. 

“It’s about time,” Jin chuckled, giving a brotherly slap on Leon's back. 

“I want to have a little celebration, that’s all. Just like when we welcomed her to the palace,” Leon explained. 

“You’re so confident she’ll say yes?” Jin teased. 

“Of course she will,” Yves replied. 

“Even if she doesn’t say yes, I still want to make sure she can smile and have a good time. 

“You can count on us,” Licht said. Yves began planning and Licht was helping him too. 

Jin approached Leon. “So, everything’s about to change, huh?” 

“I know you’re worried, but I’ll protect her.” 

He nodded and sighed, “I know you will. But I’ll still worry.” 

“Thanks,” Leon replied and the two brothers shared a look of understanding. Jin walked off with a thoughtful smile on his face.

“All right, Yves, you can take care of the food, just leave the booze to me,” Jin said. 

“Fine. Just don’t go overboard,” Yves responded. 

While his brothers set everything up, Leon took Emma on a date. They made a speedy escape from the palace with no problems. The town was lively as the people went about their business. The sun was bright and the wind blew a faint scent of roses. 

“Let’s stop by the bookstore,” Leon suggested and Emma agreed without complaint. He always loved seeing the excited look in her eyes when she browsed the shelves. It didn’t matter how he felt about books because he knew how he felt about Emma.

“Could you recommend some books?” Leon asked. 

“Oh sure! This one is good, it’s a vampire romance novel, but it’s a sad story. This one is a good book too! This one is about a woman who goes to an alternate world where people use magic.” Emma pulled some books off of the shelf. “And this one is a story about a woman who travels to the past and falls in love.”

“I’ll be sure to read these then.” Leon accepted the books. He looked down to see the books in her hand with foreign titles. Maybe one day I’ll read those too, Leon thought to himself.

It wasn’t long before they both got a bit hungry. The scent of a nearby cafe effortlessly lured them in and they couldn’t resist. They sampled the cafe’s new desserts and gave their compliments to the owner. Emma smiled ear to ear, enjoying every bit of pastry perfection while Leon grinned, enjoying every bit of Emma’s happiness.

“How’s everything here?” the cafe owner’s wife, Mrs. Martin, asked.

“It’s amazing! I really can’t pick a favorite, they're all so good,” Emma answered.

Mrs. Martin smiled and thanked her for the kind compliments. Once again, Emma’s effortless charm was bright and warm and it captivated Leon’s attention. He never heard a word as the conversation carried on. 

When they finished their sweet treats, the couple wandered the streets of the peaceful town. It’s been a while since Emma has been back in town, but it has remained the town she knew and loved. Everyone greeted her with friendly smiles; the man that runs the vegetable stand, the couple that sells blankets and other cloth items, the woman that sells handmade accessories and so on. 

When they were finally alone again, Leon turned to Emma and asked, “Do you miss your old life here?” 

She hesitated for a second before answering, “If I’m being honest, yes.” 

“Does that mean you want to go back?” Leon questioned. 

This time, Emma didn’t hesitate. She immediately shook her head. “I don’t regret anything. It just feels nostalgic and it makes me miss that time. But I love my life with you, and I wouldn’t give it up for anything else.” 

Leon held Emma’s hand while stuffing his other hand in his pocket and feeling for the ring. When his fingers made contact, his heart jumped in his chest. They continued walking and taking in the atmosphere of the town when they came across an old woman selling flowers. “The roses are so pretty,” Emma commented.

“Hey, could we get a bouquet with nine red roses?” Leon asked. The elderly woman only nodded and smiled at them. She quickly arranged a bouquet of nine red roses and gave it to Leon. When he handed her the money, she shook her head and turned him down. She still hadn’t said a word, she just continued to smile joyfully at the young couple. “Thank you.” He bowed his head to show his gratitude. 

 “I love it,” Emma sighed happily, sniffing the roses Leon gifted her. “Not only this town, but all of Rhodolite is lovely.” 

“I agree,” Leon replied. He thought of Emma as a queen doting on her kingdom. Her adoring gaze swept across the landscape of the town and a tender smile graced her face. 

“I guess we’ll have to thank you for that too,” Emma said.

“The people make Rhodolite great. It’s thanks to them,” Leon said.

“Still, you’re a great king.”

“Thank you,” Leon responded. And you’re going to make a great queen. Butterflies erupted in his stomach just from thinking about it. Once again, he became very aware of the ring hiding in his pocket. He went stiff as the nervousness in his chest lurched. “Hey, why don’t we make our way back to the palace? I’ve got something to show you.” 

The look of confusion could be mistaken for suspicion and Leon couldn’t be more nervous. Nevertheless, the couple slipped back onto palace grounds like they were never gone. Yves was hidden behind a pillar and when Leon spotted him, he gave Leon a thumbs up. Leon nodded in response and he led her to the balcony, away from prying eyes. “Leon? What did you want to show me?” Emma questioned. 

With the setting sun as their only witness, he clasped both of her hands in his and made eye contact with her. He took a deep breath as he mentally prepared to let his emotions flow. “I remember when I first met you. You were so brave for defending that boy. And when you became Belle, your bravery and strength shone even more.”

“Huh?” 

“Seeing how hard you work and how you continue to put all your effort in everything you do, it makes me want to step up my game. I really admire that about you,” Leon said. 

“There’s still a lot I have to learn,” Emma humbly said.

“I hope that we can continue to learn and grow together,” Leon said. There’s no time like the present and so Leon got down on one knee. He pulled out the ring from his pocket and presented it to Emma. Her eyes widened, tearing up with joy as she gasped, dropping the bouquet of roses from the shock. Both of them were both shaking from the adrenaline pumped through their bodies. 

“Yes! Of course, yes!” Emma blurted in excitement. 

“I didn’t even get to ask,” Leon chuckled. Emma bashfully covered her mouth, embarrassed. Leon cleared his throat and Emma giggled. “Will you marry me?” he asked. 

Emma accepted with a fierce nod and tears pooling in her eyes. He slipped the ring on her finger and he stood up to meet her lips. She wrapped her arms around him and they melted into a kiss. When they parted, they embraced each other with a hug. Leon whispered in her ear, “I promise to protect you, and to stay by your side, no matter what happens.” 

“I promise to protect you too, and to stay by your side too. I’ll do my best to be someone you can be proud of,” Emma declared. 

“You’re already someone that I’m proud of,” Leon said. He brushed his thumb across her cheek with love overflowing in his golden gaze. He picked up the bouquet of roses before asking, “Do you know the meaning of nine roses?” 

“I’m not too sure.”

“It means eternal love. And you give nine roses to someone that you want to spend the rest of your life with,” Leon told her. 

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you too,” she said. 

“Come, let’s celebrate.” He pressed another kiss to her lips. 

Leon led her to the office and they surprised Emma with a cheerful greeting. Jin immediately noticed the ringer on her left hand and he smiled. “Well boys, looks like it’s time to pop the champagne.”

“Don’t leave empty bottles on the ground. I finally cleaned this office up so we can actually see the floor, don’t dirty it up again!” Yves warned. 

“Relax, it’s a celebration. Drink up everybody!” Jin cheered. 

“Licht, don’t drink anything Jin gives you, okay?” Yves protected his beloved younger brother. Licht peacefully ate his cake and nodded. The party bled late into the night as they ate, drank, and laughed to celebrate their engagement.

Finally, the day came where they would make their engagement official. Jin made sure his younger brother’s tie was straight and his suit was on right. 

“Thanks Jin,” Leon said. 

“What for?” Jin raised a brow. 

“For your support.” 

“That’s just what an older brother does.” Jin shrugged it off. “You ready?”

“Almost, I just need to do one tiny thing. I’ll meet you there,” Leon said. Jin left the room and once Leon was alone, he grabbed the box he had hidden. He made it to Emma’s room where she was getting ready as well. He knocked and the maid helping her answered. “Could we have a moment alone?” Leon asked. The maid bowed and left them.

“How do I look?” Emma asked. 

“Beautiful,” he replied. “But you’re missing one thing.”

He held the box out to her and a slow smile spread on her lips. “Shoes?” 

“Yeah, you can wear them for both the engagement and wedding ceremonies,” Leon said. He took the shoes out of the box and helped her into them. “It’s a perfect fit.”

“Thank you, Leon. I love them.” 

“Shall we?” 

The couple made their way to the altar for their official engagement ceremony. Sariel and the rest of the domestic faction gathered to witness the event too. They exchanged rings as they declared their love in an official capacity for the first time.

“I don’t know where I’d be without you, I’m so glad to have you by my side,” he started. Emma’s wide eyes stared back into his. “I promise to protect you, and to love you for as long as I live.”

“I’ll stay by your side and love you for as long as I live. I’ll always accept you, every part, and every side of you with all my heart and soul,” Emma promised. They signed the document as per Sariel’s instructions. Sealing it with a kiss, they all cheered and congratulated the couple. Leon squeezed her hand and she squeezed back before they both stepped in the direction of their new lives together.

#ngl i choked at the end #i have my own oc x leon proposal to write so i didn't wanna put everything i have into this one #i hope it was okay tho #ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince leon #ikepri leon #leon dompteur #ikemen prince fanfiction #ikepri fanfiction

[cosmica-candy]

Nunishment here!!

Howdy! Makin a bit of a return here, and trying to talk more with yall! Sorry for my absence, school was beating the shit outta me, but im getting my vibe back, so expect to hear more from me!!

Anywho, Wanna know some interesting lore about Clotted Cream Cookie, and his role and L&A???

Clotted Cream is actually the King of the Cookie Kingdom in this AU!!

The cannon group of Wizard, Gingerbrave, Strawberry, Custard III, and Chili Pepper, still find and found the Cookie Kingdom like in cannon, but once it starts getting popular, Clotted Cream gets sent over to lead it properly, and the "Playground 5" as i like to jokingly call them, end up going to the Vanilla Kingdom to meet Pure Vanilla. That's a whole different story thought!

Clotted, whose still the Consulate of the Creme Republic, is placed in charge of the burgeoning Kingdom, and has to do a lot of work to balance his responsibilities!!

That reminds me, ive got a lot to say about how diffrent Love & Anguish is from established cannon! I do have a whole like, Intro fic already written, and perhaps soon i should get it written and posted!!

But in the meantime, if you have any questions about the lore, please ask!! Ill do my best to check up on the blog as much as i can!

-Nunishment

#cookie run #L&A

[pzdragon666]

Gossip Time

It's nearly 3 in the afternoon on the Nemesis. KnockOut immediately walked over to his human phone as he created a chat.

-DramaKing makes group chat and changes the name to "The Boys + Psycho"-

-DramaKing added 3 participants-

-DramaKing changed their usernames-

Fabfinish: Yall know what time it is!!!

SoundSuperior: Question: why am I in this chat?

CommanderHighheels: wtf KnockOut!?

CannibalHolocaust: The fuck is my username named after a movie!?

CannibalHolocaust: wait- who's who? I'm Illusion

SoundSuperior: Name: Soundwave

CommanderHighheels: Starscream

DramaKing: KnockOut

DramaKing: Now boys (and girl) don't I have some good gossip for you!

SoundSuperior: Spill

DramaKing: OK so, a fight broke out like 3 hours ago cause some vehicons started arguing that Steve was like- dating StarScream and then they said StarScream was dating Megatron and then shit went down.

CannibalHolocaust: Oooh. Any of them died?

DramaKing: Nah cause Shockwave and Dreadwing separated them until one of them, I think their name is Vox like- threw a table at them.

CommanderHighheels: Question: are they OK?

DramaKing: They're fine. So, like, Shockwave then started beating the shit out of Vox until Megatron came and started yelling at him. Then another vehicon had the audacity to yell back at Megatron, and immediately a battle ensued on the Nemesis.

CannibalHolocaust: I didn't think Shockwave would like- lose his cool.

SoundSuperior: Query: same

CommanderHighheels: anymore gold gossip?

DramaKing: hmmm, hold up

-DramaKing adds Steve-

Steve: ???

CannibalHolocaust: Hey Steve. Welcome to the chat

Steve: Why am I here?

CommanderHighheels: got any tea to spill

Steve: actually, a lot!

SoundSuperior: Spill

-7 hours later-

Steve: and then they started like making out in front of me and I kinda gagged at it-

CommanderHighheels: LMAO

CannibalHolocaust: Bruh- IMAGINE

SoundSuperior: Question: Did you recover Steve?

Steve: kind of-

DramaKing: Anyway, it's late yall. Nighty night!

-DramaKing goes offline-

CannibalHolocaust: Night punks

CommanderHighheels: Night!

-CommanderHighheels & CannibalHolocaust go offline-

SoundSuperior: Night, guys!

-SoundSuperior offlines-

Surprise story for my favorite artists (their art inspires me everyday):

@chamm0y @breakitoutwildbreak

#illusion #transformers #starscream #soundwave #steve

[authorchia]

R: 1999 RAMBLES (⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

I consider myself as a newbie and casual player of the R: 1999 fandom so my knowledge of the game may be limited and I'm not confident of my vocabularies since English is not my first languange, just letting yall know :V

I'm gonna be as nuanced as possible as I ramble through my opinions, so if you find this interesting, I'd like to see yall's opinions too! (Remember to be respectful!)

Alright so the thing that I wanna get it off my chest is that, is it just me or there has been no discourse/drama about R: 1999 till today? I know the game was released hardly a year ago, but really the fandom is pretty chill and I'm very grateful for that, even though I'm not an active participant.

I had a thought it's because the twitter cops/"puritans" can't see any visible advantage to make ANYTHING a useless drama. I was both in the GI and HSR fandom as a spectator, seeing news about them bitching and policing people about the same topics over and over again (truly saddening). But I might dare say R: 1999 is not an easy target for them because it has:

- Diverse characters, both ethnicity and species wise iykyk

- Diverse VAs for characters that are not Americans (ex. Zima, Shamane, Sonetto, Matilda, etc.)

- Stunning and unique artstyle (for me at least, because it's not really your generic anime style if you really squint)

- Killer character designs that speaks where they from and their personality

- Compelling storytelling both for the characters' backstory, story events and main story

- MOST if not ALL characters have their age explicitly stated in their bio

- GENEROUS amount of Drops and moderately easy to get

- Farming resources are generous and easy to get with if your characters' level are enough to beat the critters

- Gameplay/Battle system is engaging in its own way

- No questionable clothings on minor characters

The only things that they would try to make drama/discourse are:

- How boring the gameplay is (which is almost an insult) <- have seen an example on Tiktok

- Ship discourses because it's the only thing any fandom fans and non-fans have a war about, which is utterly stupid and brainrotting

- Any genuine problematic things like problematic creators seeping into the crack. It can be done by a block button or callout doc if they're endangering the fandom's space

-Any immature, chronically online behaviors that you see on the internet (both minors and adults)

TLDR: I'm not saying Reverse: 1999 is the pinnacle of what games should be, but it's really hard not to notice its uniqueness that other game lacks. Let's just hope people won't be behaving out of place, and if they do, we could either educate them patiently or ignore them completely. NOT immediately ostracizing and being aggressive towards them as it will light up the fire and potentially burn the whole forest.

That's all I have go say. If you made it this far, WOW! Thanks for stopping by and read this unhinged ramble! Have a milk and cookies for compensation, friend 🥛🍪🍪🍪

I hope in the future, the game and its fandom will flourish with passionate creators and gamers. Maybe they could make Indonesian-based events! I would love that actually... But for now, I will wait for Shamane's banner teehee :3c

#author's blurt #reverse: 1999 #reverse 1999 #r1999

[comicaurora]

im pretty sure you've answered smth like this before, but i looked around for a hot second and couldn't find it. so, sorry if this is a repeat question, but how do you get dynamic comic panels? because i've been playing around with my own comic idea for a while but all i can come up with is just,,,,3x3 square panels. and i doubt that's very interesting to look at. is figuring out panels just something that comes with more dynamic posing/environments and whatnot, or is it a skill all on its own? and if so, how can i improve?

(btw i just wanna say thanks for everything you do, i've been watching osp's videos for years and i'm pretty sure yall have shaped part of my personality. so,,,thanks for that.)

Ahh, dynamic comic panels. It's definitely a skill of its own. The way I like to think about it, comic panel layouts are similar to a translation of the camera movement in film and animation. In the same way a movie wouldn't be shot entirely in shot-reverse-shot camera-A-camera-B medium shots, a comic probably won't be entirely framed in equilateral uniform panels.

Comic panels have one weakness and one strength in contrast with camera shots: the weakness is that comics are static and can't actually move the camera to follow the action, but the strength is that comics are not bound to a specific aspect ratio like cameras are. If a camera wants a close-in shot on a character's reaction, it'll by necessity have a decent chunk of empty space on either side. If a camera wants an establishing shot of something really tall or big, it'll need to pan across it rather than capturing the whole thing in one shot. In comics, in contrast, we can do a close-in shot on a character's reaction that's narrow enough that they're basically the only thing in frame, and if we want to show a really tall thing we can just put it in a really tall panel.

Of course, the baseline mechanical consideration for panel construction is that panels of different sizes can frame things differently. If you want a wide, establishing shot of a location, you probably don't want to try and squeeze that into the same kind of half-width panel you'd use for basic dialogue.

Smaller panels can put focus on smaller details, while larger panels imply a pulling-back of focus. Every panel basically implies a single beat of time passing - the size, shape, and arrangement of that panel helps indicate exactly how much time and what rhythm it carries in the story overall. In this one, three short stacked panels imply a miniature montage of "what we're doing to get ready to go into the spooky cave."

Panels used for character conversation can be relatively small, only large enough to accommodate the speech bubbles and the relevant character's expression, but that can be played with too. If a character's saying a lot at once, you might want to put all that in a wide panel rather than having to space the dialogue across panels unnecessarily.

Wide panels are also good for showing more motion, or highlighting a character's position relative to their environment. Its visual equivalent in film would be a medium-shot, but it can fill a similar role as a film wide-shot, situating a character in their environment and allowing for more close-in shots later.

Wide panels that show a character in their environment are also good for showing how other characters are reacting to that character, so I often use them to follow smaller panels of close-shot dialogue - like cutting to a medium-shot to show the characters moving after a conversation.

I personally tend to be a lot more willing to play with panel width than panel height - tall panels are usually restricted to establishing shots or narrow reaction-shot inserts. This is because tall panels really eat into how much you can fit on any given page. In my early chapters, like the sentinel fight, I used a lot of very tall panels, and that meant the fight felt a lot slower.

I don't hate how it looks, but I could've arranged it more efficiently.

More funky panel arrangements can be used to split the difference - smaller insert panels over larger backgrounds can let you sort of get the best of both worlds, producing a large panel with the impact of a splash page while also allowing you to insert more standard character reactions and dialogue.

Tall panels are good for adding depth and a sense of scale, but wide panels flow more readily with the way we naturally read comics - in general, we read horizontally, not vertically.

You also can play around with panel arrangements to imply things about the mindset or state of a character. In this one, I used the narrowing panels and the reduced skew of the border to highlight a character falling unconscious.

And in this one, I used a rare case of identically-shaped panels to indicate a character slowly waking up. Since he wasn't yet aware of what his situation was, using identically-shaped panels helped communicate that he's feeling about the same across all three panels, despite the change in status quo.

Fight scenes make things more complicated, of course. A lot more is happening, which means I usually make the panels on average somewhat bigger to avoid losing detail. I often board dialogue-heavy pages with four lines of panels, but for fight scenes I almost always use three to allow for more verticality in each individual panel. I also tend to skew the top and bottom panel borders more, and might skew the side borders to more extreme angles, because this (a) produces an unbalancing effect that makes the scene feel more hectic, and (b) can draw the eye in helpful directions to follow the movement. In this scene, the top and bottom borders are skewed to narrow as they move to the right, which, combined with the middle border also skewing down and to the right, draws the eye to naturally follow that movement - we slide down from the first panel to the second, and then across to the third panel of the taller, wider reaction shot.

In this case, I skew the panels one way on the first line during the gradual push-in from a wide shot to a close-up, and then on the second line I skew the panel border the opposite way, because the vibe of the fight has very suddenly changed. It also draws the eye up and to the right to see the character’s initial moment of realization before we cut wider for their more dramatic reaction shot.

I don’t really have this down to a science or anything. I can explain in hindsight why I did a lot of these things, but during the storyboarding process when I’m laying it out I really mostly make these decisions based on ✨vibes✨. My general suggestion for getting a feel for it is, as always, play around with it and read a fuckton of comic books.

#asks #aurora #art stuff

[little-miss-vader]

Hey Crow, do you have any writing tips.

I’m really good at writing for my English exams, I get top grades, but I struggle to write my own fanfiction, yk? I think one thing I struggle with is only focusing on dialogue. Writers in books will include the space, air, environment, the colour of the walls but idk how to write about the side stuff.

HIIII POOKIEEEE!!

my most honest answer is daydreaming. immerse yourself into your story, make it feel like yours. i’ve always had a vivid imagination and i can almost always hear, see, and almost smell my environment when i’m writing about it. take your time! sometimes writing comes in bursts, sometimes it comes in little waves. don’t rush it, build the world in your head and don’t ignore anything. it’s kind of like meditation in a way, you build this world in your head and kinda try your best tune deeply into it. it’s honestly helped me become more aware in real life and that in turn makes for even better writing cuz there is no inspo that is better than real life inspiration.

dialogue is harder to do though. read it in your head when you write it. can you imagine the conversation flowing the way you’ve written it between the two characters? think of their characteristics, how they’d respond to things is ALWAYS going to vary from character to character. this one’s a little bit like method acting, you have to kinda become them in your head. take on their personality for a moment. best way to do this is consuming any media that involves them or reminds you of them because you get a good feel for their actions and reactions. the one thing i find that ruins dialogue is when out of nowhere they have a completely uncharacteristic response to something. for example, ROTS anakin wouldn’t blush and stutter if he met you and you struck him as beautiful. he’d turn on the charm, toss you lopsided smile and ask you questions about yourself. AOTC anakin? he’d be a murmuring mess, just stumbling over himself and saying stupid shit without thinking.

once you get a feel for who you’re writing, it kinda sticks with you. it becomes like a second nature kinda thing.

LASTLY try not to over think it!!!!!!! over thinking dialogue will ruin a scene immediately, let it flow, make slight adjustments until it feels right. knowing when to stop tweaking something is important bc the first draft is almost always the most true to character thing you’ll write, it’s based off gut feelings and like straight vibes. tweaking it too much might kill the characteristics that make the character. (this one’s kinda circumstantial, you’ll know when you’ve over edited if you take a break and come back to proofread.)

all in all i think your writing is wonderful, what i get in my inbox from you is always a treat! it’s an art form, practice makes perfect.

granted, my entire high school life was about performing arts as i went to art school, so this kinda stuff was pretty much planted into my brain. it’s not easy and it takes a while for some people. don’t beat yourself up if you’re having trouble. take a breath and try again in a few hours. eat something, drink some water, maybe even take a nap. you need to be fuelled and replenished in order to use that noggin to write good stuff.

LOVE YALL SORRY THIS WAS A BIT OF A RAMBLE!

#crow chat #thank u for the ask! #anakinwarner

[khaleesiofalicante]

for the writer question

6,7,13

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

People I know in real life reading it. I'm not in any way ashamed or embarrassed of my writing. But I think writing, especially the kind of stories I write, makes me very vulnerable. It's an outlet for me to discuss things, let go of emotions, and sometimes even question myself. I really don't want people in real life reading that because I don't want them to know those things. Because I don't want them to get to know me too intimately :)

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

That I can make people feel things. That I can make people laugh and cry and angry and horny and whatever else. It's a form of power that I hope I don't get obsessed with!

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you to write about? What is easy?

Oh, this is interesting. In terms of what's difficult, I think it's smut. It feels uncomfortable and weird and it just doesn't feel right when I write it and read it after. It feels fake almost. (never beating those asexuality allegations lmao)

However, it's definitely something I want to do (it wasn't used to be!) and I'm hoping to write my first smut fic as the rwrb au fic (send help!). Because i love writing about intimacy and relationships and for some people, sex is part of that and I want to be able to capture that in my fics too. I literally work in the area of gender, sex and sexuality. I write and talk about it openly and candidly and I'm knowledgeable about the topic! So, I really want to give this one a shot. So, watch out for the rwrb au yall! If it doesn't work out or if I don't like it, then hopefully can revisit it some other time.

Tw for rape - Something I REALLY want to write is about sexual assault. Because I work on gender-based violence and this is a topic that means so much to me and i hate the way survivors of gender-based violence are often portrayed in media. art and writing is a way in which a lot of people heal from trauma - including the writer. i have written about this a lot irl but not in a fic. Because it's so difficult for me to write in terms of who the character will be and how it will be and i don't know how to go ahead with it (i have a vague idea in my head but i don't want to put that character through that tbh) because it's such a heavy topic and i know it can be personal to so many people so i want to do right by it. if it the time and place and emotions are right, i most certainly do want to write about it one day.

What is easy to write is plot. It has always been easy, not that easy - there is a lot of work involved! - to write the plot of a fic. Especially plots that include twists and foreshadowing and parallels. I love these writing techniques a lot. It's also easy to write about relationships of all kinds - I love writing about siblings, friends, parents and even coworkers. I hope i get to write more about it.

Thanks for the beautiful asks. They were very self-reflective for me. 💙

#my writing #writing games

[vennussy]

sapphic senate teaching robin how to drive 🙏

Driving and Hot Wiring in One day - Short Fic

There is a TL;DR at the end if yall dont wanna read all of this :)

Robin decided she wanted to learn how to drive during Nancy's exam week, so Robin had to practically beg Nancy to let Chrissy and Vickie teach her alone instead—not that it took much, Nancy was very weak towards the taller girl, so she let them teach her not without the hours of lecture from Nancy of course.

When Nancy's exam was finally over, she was dreading to find Robin or Chrissy at the hospital. Colour her surprised to see both of them perfectly in tact. What's more surprising, when Nancy decided to finally teach the girl for herself, she finds that Robin is doing really well!

"Well, would you look at that, Buckley, I'm honestly surprised you managed to even learn how to go forward." Nancy grinned at the other girl when they parked in some parking lot to eat their drive thru food.

Robin laughed, "You wound me, Nance! You need to learn to trust me more."

"Oh, I trust you alright, it's those two I don't trust. Honestly, I'm surprised that you managed to not get arrested with Chrissy teaching you," she replied back witha smirk.

At the sight of Robin's face paling, she didn't even try to hide her curiousity and annoyance because she knew it was bound to happen. Sooner or later. Vickie she can trust. Vickie with Robin? Not so much. For Chrissy, she just fears the safety of others and herself. That girl is a menace inside a cute body.

"Alright, what happened," she deadpanned, more of an order than a question.

She sees Robin gulp for a second, already sensing the ramble that's about to come out.

"Okay. So. I'm not supposed to say what happened because I promised the two of them I wouldn't say, but they know and I know that they know that I can't keep secrets from you and that should be their fault trusting me in the first place!" She inhales, "In any case, long story short- don't be mad!- but, uh, let's just say that Vickie has a restraining order and we may had to bail out Chrissy out of jail-" Robin finishes, biting her lip in anticipation.

"Okay. What. I leave you three for one week. One week! And you did what exactly?" Nancy felt all kinds of emotion but curiosity beats all of them right now.

"Well, funny story, I promise you'll laugh when you hear this. Well, actually, it wasn't funny for the other guy... But it was funny! So pretty much, Vickie was teaching me how to drive and Chrissy tagged along. It was going well when some guy accumulated hit me, and it was just a scratch after all so I didn't mind! Especially since my car is already pretty scruffed up. Speaking of, I'm still surprised that this old thing works so well, no major problems for the past week or anything-"

"Robin, love, focus."

"Right, right! So right this guy hit me and Chrissy wasn't having any of it and went out to confront him. It became a whole scene and since you weren't there, Vickie was the brain in the group and tried to calm the situation down. Apparently, this dude was a major homophobic dick and saw the way Chrissy and Vickie were talkinng and called them nasty stuff. And then uh, let's just say it did not end well."

When Robin finishes, Nancy was just shocked. She understood Vickie's anger and I guess she can let them off with that, I mean, they were just protecting Robin. That's something she would do too. She smiled softly at the thought, her friends might be a bunch of mess, but they were a mess together. Wait.

"Wait, so how did Chrissy get in jail?"

"Oh, yeah after Vickie beat up the dude, apparently it wasn't enough so that same night Chrissy took me out and taught me how to break in a car, hotwire it and to drift. She also taught me some weird ritual stuff to curse someone but other than that we also used the car to drive around a field. That wasn't ours of course. We got caught, but ut was no big deal. The Vickie situation was scarier." Then Robin shrugs, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Nancy gapes at her, "NO BIG DEAL?!"

Later that day, the three of them, especially Chrissy had to listen to Nancy's four hour lecture of driving safety and safety in general. She also forbade Chrissy to ever break in a car and trespass which Nancy knows she would do no matter what anyways.

At least in the end, Robin learned how to drive.

TL;DR:

Robin decided to learn how to drive during Nancy's exam week, leaving Chrissy and Vickie to teach her instead. She did learn how to drive but she also learned how to break into a homophobic man's car, hot wire said car and use said car to trespass the man'a field and wreck it the field and car. Also Vickie beat up said homophobic person. Nancy was not pleased.

#I DONT KNOW WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS #IDK IF IM PROUD OF IT OR NOT #venny asks #the sapphic senate #sapphic senate #short fic #my fic #prompt #ronance #chrickie #stranger things #nancy x robin #robin x nancy #chrissy x vickie #vickie x chrissy #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #chrissy cunningham #vickie stranger things #wlw #fanfic

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

(Note: All of these asks are before episode 206 (Season 2 finale) so some may be dated.) 1. do RS defenders realize the issue is in the fact that, despite being a woman who claims to be a progressive feminist marketing herself to be making a progressive, feminist "reclaiming" of mythology, her work and actions being indistinguishable from awful male writers is?? really bad?? the "if the roles were reversed" argument is to point out her and her work is really no different from the same misogynistic, bigoted men and their stories that she and her fans claim she and LO are better then.

2. The thing is an age gap isn't the actual issue, the issue is the fact Persephone was made A TEENAGER who looks/acts even younger and even in comic it was found gross, THAT's why people were and still are grossed out by it and find Rachel's insistences "subverting it" questionable at best, and an outright lie at worse. This especially is more pointed with the timeskip, because Persephone still looks/acts the same as she did at 19, so it just makes you wonder WHY Rachel made her 19 to begin with.

3. Ok but it IS important to point out how the double standards within LO and RS and especially the fact she is a rich white woman who wants the praise of being progressive and feminist yet her actual actions and story do not show that. We also have to point this out because of how she and her fans weaponize this to say any legitimate criticism is merely "hating women", over the fact she DOES promote and do harmful things other creators (like queer and BIPOC creators) dont get to "grow" from

4. I'm sorry if this comes across as racist. That is not my intention. I hate the human skin colors Rachel Smythe uses. They look unnatural. Like paper grocery bags or potato wedges from KFC.

5. If 10 years passed, shouldn't Dionysus already be born? Semele died? I feel like RS forgot about a whole Olympian God. 🤨

6. I'm reading the comments on Rachel's insta, with the fast pass showing the pink nymth, and the comments speak volumes. Everyone's questioning if it's another lover, or someone is trying to seduce Hades, or Kronos is possessing him (??), Some fans even talk about getting anxiety/blood pressure spikes. Wow... It's almost as if a trama bonded relationship isn't stable. It's almost as if Hades has been unfaithful to past lovers. As if there's a pattern here that makes the readers want to blame the nymth (who has NO voice lines yet, btw. Their attacking her for putting her hand out (smug) and showing side boob (telling her to cover up? That's ironic)) rather than Hades himself. You know. The other person in their relationship. And don't even tell me they're not official yet, I'm tired of beating around the bush, Persephone is literally the queen of the underworld. 

7. Do LO fans know that flipping out over even potential other women in Hades' life, despite the fact the whole selling point is knowing Hades and Persephone ends up together, only gives the impression they're not confident in their relationship to begin with? Like yall know they end up together, there's absolutely no reason to flip out at the inclusion of a random woman other than they knowingly or not think the couple is too weak too stand on their own (also misogyny but that's a different convo)

8. Not to be a nerd or anything, but I think LO completely mixed up Kronos and Chronos. The former is the titan of harvest and leader of said titans, while the latter is the personification of time. Similar names, but distinctly separate entities.

-----SA Discussion Below-----

9. Yeah it's hard to say RS is a staunch supporter of SA victims and takes the topic seriously/handles it with care when she made Arion and the result of his birth a child support "joke" when the actual mythology is Demeter being violently r*ped. It's honestly disgusting the fans defend it as "just a joke' while claiming the series stands up for victims. No, it stands up for CERTAIN victims, the rest, what, "deserved" it? Especially Demeter because she's not their "precious cinnamon roll"?

10. The issue with the SA plot too is she uses it to push P towards Hades, but then also can’t just have them jump into bed because of the obvious barriers there from the assault, so she’s basically stuck in this bizarre juggling act where she wants to be praised as this “serious writer who tackles serious issues” yet does nothing because she just wants to draw them boning but can’t because she doesn’t know how to handle SA & its trauma without ignoring it outright, so she doesn’t tackle it anyway!

#anti lore olympus #anti lo #lore olympus critical #lo critical