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ayanominitrash · 6 months
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A Helpful Man (Gojo Sensei x reader)
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Gojo sensei helps you with your uniform alterations.
(Minors do not interact - nothing explicit)
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Gojo Sensei who raised his eyebrows from his blindfold when you told him you’ve just come from the school’s registrar to order a new uniform. You told him that after your last mission, some of your movements during the battle were too constricted, making you realize that you need to get your garments fixed as soon as possible. 
Gojo Sensei who hums in thought while he looks down at you, a hand on his chin. Your current dark blue uniform is the typical long-sleeved Jujustu High crop top uniform jacket with a turtle neck. Your skirt goes past your knees and is tight around your hips and shin. The tall man smirks finally smirks, “Mind if I help?”
Gojo Sensei who guides you into an empty classroom with a hand on the small of your back, blushing as you wordlessly accepted his help. Once the two of you enter the room, you notice that he left the door just a peep open but you don’t say anything, twiddling with your fingers on your lap after you hop on the teacher’s table to claim your seat. He walks up to you and puts himself standing in between your legs, “As a sorcerer, it’s really my duty to help those in need. But up till now, you might be my favorite girl who has asked for my assistance.” Butterflies fill up your stomach as you look away, not knowing what to say in response to the handsome man boring holes into you through that blindfold of his. 
Gojo Sensei who asks if it’s okay to put his hand on your thighs, to which you nod. He runs them up and down gently, before reaching to the bottom of your skirt just to tear it apart. You yelp in surprise at the sudden movement and the sound of the fabric ripping but he quickly puts a finger in front of your lips to tell you to be quiet. Your once-long skirt now stops at the middle of your thighs, exposing your black stockings underneath. You can’t help but feel embarrassed at the sudden exposure making you want to cross your legs. Before you can manage to do so, he makes sure to place his hands back on you to stop your movements. “If you settle for a shorter skirt, you’d have more freedom to do those high kicks, yeah? Maybe lose the tights too, although they do look promising.” 
Gojo Sensei who only chuckles at your eye roll and at your inquiry if he was finished with you yet. “Just a bit more sweetheart. Maybe here - “ With his big hands, he opens and rips off the part of your uniform just above your chest, exposing your cleavage and the top part of your bra. “Oooh, that color suits you. Maybe change the color of your uniform to the same color as your bras.” You whack at his bicep. “Isn’t that better? If you go with this design, it won’t be too tight around your armpit. That’ll make you move your arms freely.” You look up at him with a humiliated glare, asking if he exposed your breasts just for the suggestion or if he just wanted to see your chest. “Of course, I did it to help you. But seeing them is a bonus. A very good and big bonus indeed.” You whack at him again. 
Gojo Sensei who licks his lips before slowly leaning in close to your face, making you squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation and nervousness. After a few heartbeats, you just hear his teasing laugh before ruffling the top of your head. “Aren’t you a cutie? Go and make those alterations.” He stands at full height and starts undoing his jacket uniform, tossing it to you. “I’m sure my suggestions will be a big help on your next mission.” You still haven’t quite processed what just happened but the tall man was already a foot out the door, waving you goodbye over his shoulder.
You watch as the door fully closes behind him, mentally cursing at the man behind the door.
One fine helpful man at that. 
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Help. . . I really don't write spicy or smut despite reading so many of them cough cough. . .
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lenacosse · 2 months
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HEYYY please can i request tan x reader where tan sees reader angry fior the first time. So reader, tan and lemon are just out and about or smth and reader just sees someone being horrible to someone. Like idk maybe they went shopping and the guy infront is jut being an ass to the cashier or they are at a bar and someone is harassing a bartender (smth like that , just ideas) and reader just loses her shit and lemon is shocked but proud and tan just realises hes in love and its kinda like one of those moments for him like 'oh shit i love her' realisation. hope u can do thiss and hope it makes sense
Flawless
pairing: tangerine x reader
cw: alcohol, strong language and violence
word count: 1,486
‘i fell in love today,
there aren’t many words that you can say that
could ever change my mind.
she’s enough for me, she’s in love with me
you’re a doll, you are flawless.’
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You open your car door once the taxi pulls up outside of the bar, you step out the cool air wrapping around your body making you shiver. You walk towards the bar door, show your id and enter. You scan the area for Tangerine and Lemon, you spot them in a booth and approach them.
“Hi!” You sit down beside Tangerine. Lemon on his other side.
“Hi love.” Tangerine replies, passing you a drinks menu. Your attempt to hide the blush of your cheeks by looking intensely at your menu.
You pick your drink, vodka cranberry and Lemon goes to the bar to order. Tangerine asks you about work whilst Lemon gets the drinks, you go off on a slight rant about your boss who very clearly overworked you because no one else was as dedicated as you were to rising up the ranks. You were a starting out art designer and this was your first firm placement. Tangerine just listened, that’s what you liked about him. He never told you to shut up when you rambled on about anything, he listened and responded with exactly what you needed to hear every time.
Lemon returned, gave you your drink and settled back down on his seat.
“So why didn’t either of you let me know you were leaving the city for a week?” You raise an eyebrow whilst eyeing them suspiciously.
“It was last minute work stuff,” shrugged Lemon.
“What did you have to go on a super secret mission to kill the Mafia or something,” you tease.
“Not the Mafia but something like that.” Tangerine says casually. You still couldn’t believe their jobs, you definitely should’ve been scared of them but you’ve know them for a long time, enough time to trust them with your life.
“And we found our Diesel,” Lemon says. You laugh at how proud he looked. “Right under our noses the entire time, playing us like fools.”
“Only time it’s ever been beneficial.” Tangerine mumbles.
“So you admit that it isn’t childish and stupid.” Lemon responses.
“It is childish and stupid. I’m sick of hearing about it,” Tangerine grumbled, finishing his drink.
“Oh come on Tan, it does no harm.” You nudge him. He just rolls his eyes at you, “you’re so grumpy. Lighten up.”
He just shakes his head, but you see him crack a smile. It makes you smile in return, you couldn’t be more of an opposite from Tan, he was a little grumpy and sometimes too serious. And you were the opposite, you were too friendly and extremely spontaneous. You talked he listened, he was neat you were all over the place at times, he was calm and you were lively. But somehow that was literally everything, and Lemon was the glue that held you all together. He was the perfect mix between them both and your metaphorical partner in crime (Tangerines literal one).
However you knew that a few drinks made Tangerine much chirpier and that you used to your advantage. So now you all sit absolutely wasted at the bar, Lemon orders the fourth shot. The three of you finish another shot, then just order a drink. The bar around you was busy and lively, the music was pumping through your veins and you felt electric.
You were mid conversation with the guys when you hear some intense ranting. A man is giving off about the bartender yet no one is listening, which just urges him to continue.
“Oi. Can you hurry the fuck up and take my order,” his voice fumes from behind you.
“I’ll be with you in one minute I’m serving a customer.” The bartender responds.
“I told you to take my fucking order. Are you stupid?”
You turn around in an instant to the source of the demands, you make eye contact with him and he just scoffs at you. “And she told you to wait a minute.”
“Who the fuck was talking to you?”
“Oh get over yourself. Piss off and leave her alone, it’s busy in here just wait.”
The man only ignores you and turns back to the bartender. “I swear to fucking god you’re such a useless bitch. I want a drink, so hurry the fuck up.”
“Please let me sort this couple out first.”
“Fucking ridiculous. You’re ridiculous.”
You stand up and come to face like him, you were livid by the vermin he was speaking. “You’re the ridiculous one here. She told you she’s busy! Just fucking get out you dickhead!” You shouted. He crossed his arms, trying to assert power in the situation.
Tangerine and Lemon both instantly turn around to look at what’s going on, Lemon was extremely taken aback by your confidence but he was impressed. But Tangerine was fascinated, he had never seen you riled up before.
“This has absolutely nothing to do with you, turn the fuck around again no one cares about what you have to say.”
“Im sure they care a lot more than watching a shallow waste of space cry because he’s not the top priority.”
“You fucking bitch.”
“What the fuck did you just call me?! A bitch. You think I’m a bitch? Well I think you’re a greedy spoilt little prick.”
“Oh my god she’s brilliant.” Tangerine says, completely starstruck. Lemon only nods in agreement. They couldn’t believe the fire you had inside of you, it was so intense. The man you were arguing with looked threatened, but he couldn’t accept defeat.
“That’s rich coming from you sitting there with two men, like a fucking whore. Look at you,” he looks you up and down, you suddenly feel extremely self conscious of your outfit, even though it was barely showing cleavage. “You look like a fucking prostitute.”
You don’t even take a moment to think and before you knew it your fist collided with his nose, sending him to the ground. People watched in shock, no one not even you knew what just happened it was all so sudden.
Tangerines mouth falls open, as he watches everything go down. There was something about seeing you like this that made everything click. “Fucking hell I love her.” He says, dead serious yet dazed.
Lemon does a double take and stares at Tangerine. “What?” He looks at you, prouder than ever but knew him and Tan needed to get you out of the bar before the man attacks you.
They both speedily usher you out and the three of you sit curb side outside the bar.
“What the fuck just happened,” Lemon floundered, you shake your head in response. You anger was settling and you were just calming down.
“If I see that bastard I’ll tear his fucking head off,” Tangerine says, you could tell he was mad, rightfully so considering what the man had said to you.
“I’ll vouch to that.” You respond.
Lemon inspected your hand of which you used to punch him. Your knuckles were swollen and inflamed.
“I’ll go get you ice.” Lemon goes off to get ice, leaving you and Tangerine.
You look up at the sky admiring the stars, they were one of your favourite sights and looking at them always grounded you. The alcohol was slowly wearing off, leaving you just over tipsy.
“Sorry for not setting in back there,” Tangerine says, his voice comes out soft. You look at him and shrug.
“It’s no big deal,”
“I would’ve have thought you’d argue with someone in the bar, I was impressed, you were slightly terrifying.”
You softly laugh, Tangerine just smiles. “Well his attitude just pissed me off. But.. I feel terrible for causing a scene. I seemed like a crazy bitch.”
Tangerine turned around so he was basically facing you, “you didn’t cause a scene you done what needed to be done.”
“I guess, but everyone probably thought i was some flawed psycho who’s violent.”
“No. No don’t say that,” Tangerine puts his hand on yours and looks at you; his expression is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. His eyes are soft yet fierce, but they hold so much value to his words. You’ve never seen or heard him be so considerate before. His voice was gentle, not grumpy and his touch was comforting, but you liked this side of him.
“It’s true.”
“Believe me, you’re flawless love. You fought that man to help someone else, that shows how kind you are. Anyone who saw everything go down acknowledges that.” He stroked your hand with his thumb, you smiled at his words, a blush dusting your face.
You rested your head on his shoulder and you knew there was a shift in your dynamic with Tangerine from there onwards. You’d always secretly wanted him but you thought you were too boring and too average for him, but the way he spoke to you and the way he looked at you made you feel like you were on fire.
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pike-s · 2 months
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SLAY THE PRINCESS: Scene: The Razor
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The Voice of the Broken
Pigeon !! Out of any small bird, I consider pigeons the most cheated. To be domesticated by humans only to be discarded to the streets after you went out of fashion is so sad.
But most importantly this ancestral domestication gives precedent for the Voice of the Broken’s actions in the TOWER. More than any other voice, the broken has very little loyalty to the well being and safety of the Long Quiet/Player. He also has what I attempted to display as poorly cropped wings, his flight feathers are almost entirely gone and the cut is both blunt and gagged. I modeled him after an abused pet, I find his blind willingness to give up his autonomy for the guidance of a being that he sees as higher and ethereal not to dissimilar than a domesticated animal who’ve never known proper care.
This is reflected in his design which features numerous injuries and unkempt feathers to represent his lack of regard to physical health. Also just like his real life counterpart he’s a prime target for being pushed around due to his smaller size and weaker strength;
These weaknesses are fixed in his second design which is one he only gains if you pledge to the TOWER:
[Broken’s Second Design]
The Cheated
Another favorite of mine, it took me far too long to decide on a design for him. I often debated weather or not he should be the pigeon of the group since once again , irl pigeon’s were cheated by humans however I feel the bird I settled on fits his person much more !
He is a Killdeer !!
Killdeer are birds known for pretending to be injured in order to led predators away from their nest.
Like cheated they are clever birds, willing to face predators much larger than them so that the one they’re protecting can make it another day.
Cheated takes a front row seat to leading the player through THE ARMS RACE. He takes the knife, has the idea to stack voices and tends to speak first when responding to a players decision.
While HERO tends to take a hype man role in most routes, it is Cheated who uplifts Hero and Broken through the numerous deaths. In this art he’s doing just that, comforting broken while hero fends her off. As we’ve seen from the tower, the Player/Long Quiet’s ability to fight back is often tied to whether his voices (excluding hero) have given up. The crafty man that Cheated is seems to have noticed this.
Cheated is secondarily based on Puss in Boots !! Specifically the movie The last Wish, in one of Puss’s lives he dies by cheating in a card game, like that scene, Cheated has a spare ace in his hat !
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THE RAZOR
The design choices for the RAZOR were inspired by @voidpineapple
I found their art to be the most creative and sharp ! Take on how the princess would look, it felt like the most natural continuation of the haggard dress that the princess had in the 2nd chapter.
The pose that I chose for the RAZOR were based specifically on the moment were she said “you’re gonna make me come over to you, aren’t you” and then took one very confident step forward. I always found that scene kinda cute if not foreboding lol. Like a toddler walk with a knife towards to, yes you could definitely hurt me but aww
More than anything she needs to be confident, she’s killed the player/ Long Quiet already, and despite Hero’s best efforts to ward her off, he’s shaking. The only thing holding him firm in his place are the two most defenseless birds/voices behind him.
[THE STRANGER] [THE TOWER]
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gfmich · 2 years
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he wins the game
c kiyoomi sakusa. koutarou bokuto & atsumu miya.
here’s my content masterlist ヽ(´∇`)ノ
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as the entire stadium echoed with the cheers and whistles, coaches announced that his team won; he won the game between countries and truthfully.. sakusa couldn’t make out anything other than his own heartbeat and frantic breathing.
but he won, he should be joining his teammates as they huddle each other to praises, celebration and yet he finds himself searching for you in the crowd.
so many people but he narrows his eyes towards your designated seat every time, expecting you to not break his routine and sit there; shouting for his attention and waving and to his surprise.. empty. he’s taken aback, just a slight as his adrenaline wavers - his thoughts coming down to your whereabouts, no, if you missed his moment.
but a set of arms reel around his torso and a familiar weight on his back, “you won, omi!”
and finally he recognizes his surroundings, his placement, his win.
you release him to turn before him, beaming at him as you take his hands into yours. normally, he wouldn’t want you to make contact with him as he’s sweaty and dirty ( which he may have a point about ) but he couldn’t care less—not when your bright smile blinds him more than the stadium lights. “aren’t you happy, kiyoomi?”
“yeah.” he nods, surely but not really because he’s not sure if he’s happy over the win or because you’re happy. whatever it was, sakusa will figure it out later when he’s out of here. away from his team.. the cameras that capture the two of you and if not, you kissing his features out of your own rush.
but like before, he doesn’t care because he won. not the game, the match that settled scores between countries but at the game of life because you were more greater than any win he’s received.
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you think it’s become a habit; mimicking his smile, that bright grin that he spares whenever bokuto meets eyes with you. if it’s across the room, bumping into each other in the kitchen or at school.. a recollection of where you met but in this case, the stadium; you have no choice but you reciprocate it.
you can see the way his chest paces frantically as he catches his breath from the final blow—his final blow that he handed his team in order to win but you can also see the way the gears in his head turn. processing that he won, that he’s the one that his teammates are crowding and shouting MVP for.
and you have a feeling that he’ll feel this all night, reminding you of what he’s done.
bokuto was a man of victories, swearing that he was solely made for them and you think that may be. but he’s played many and won many but he became a true winner when he scored you, when he smiled at you from across the hall as you were exiting out of your second period class and you returned it despite not knowing who he was.
because now you do and it remained that way for so long.
waving past his team, breaking into a fit of laughter when his ears are met with a comment but he doesn’t reply - no because his words need to be for you, towards you.
“babe, did you see me?” bokuto shouts, marveling when he catches up to you and he ambushes you into his arms as you squirm in his hold. must be because he’s sweaty and his body heat was overwhelming but he just can’t release you. accepting your fate in his wet embrace and nod, “i knew you could do it.”
“i had you in mind.” he answers, grinning before he presses his lips against yours.
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the entire stadium was shouting his name.
raw emotion strained in their voices for his last set to the victory, the final number that put an end to the game and raised the country's status but he was the calling after you. atsumu knows his teammates are waiting for him, the cameras and the fans were on standby to see what he does next but he can’t meet them - not until he hears your voice.
there’s a small hand that takes him by the elbow, putting him into a halt and for some reason, he knows it's you. “there you are, ‘tsumu.”
and there was your voice to confirm.
his tensed muscles relax within the touch of yours and a smile stretches onto his face as he turns his head to make face with you. even though his entire body was drenched with sweat and the remains of a water bottle ( thanks to bokuto’s excitement. ), his blonde hair tousled out in attempts to dry - he remains the most handsome man you met years ago.
“did ya see me?” atsumu beamed, turning his entire body towards you and taking your hands in his. he felt you squeeze them, confirming that this moment was very much real and he had done that; he helped with the win. he winks, “that last set was for ya.”
“you’re just saying that.” you smile, unknowingly sinking closer to him that he takes that as a sign to embrace you.
he knows you’re just humoring him but he meant it, everything he does is for you even if it has no actual correlation.. but he thinks that the sentiment is sweet. he feigns offense and squeezes you tighter, earning a small whine from you. “nuh-uh! it’s always meant for ya.”
you smile up at him as he now figures, no matter how many wins he makes in his entire career—you’d be the one he’s most proud of. “yeah, i know.”
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blainesebastian · 2 years
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the benefits of getting stood up
words: 2,329 ship: austin butler x reader summary: (request from @stylesmendeshearted ) set after the Elvis hype settles down, you meet Austin for the first time in a dive bar in Los Angeles  notes: this one was fun :) thank you! reminder that my masterlist is linked on my sidebar.  warnings: none tag list: @killerqueenfan, @karamelcoveredolicity, @elizabethrosecresswell
Moving through the crowd in a dive bar in downtown Los Angeles, you hike up your black slip-dress just enough so that it doesn’t get caught on the stool you’re attempting to sit down on. You figured it might be busy but this is where your date wanted to meet so…you’re adapting. It’s been a while since you’ve been to a place like this, where the music is just slightly too loud and the people are a little too drunk to be enjoyable. Slipping your leather jacket off, you hang it up under the bar on the little hook and let out a breath, shaking out your shoulders.
Relax, dates are supposed to be fun, remember?
You feel yourself grimace in response but…are trying to remain positive. At least there’s a great selection of drinks and your feet aren’t sticking to the floor anymore because you’ve found an open seat at the bar—small victories.
There’s not enough room for…you glance at your messages, Nick, right, Nick. Because right when you turn to claim the stool next to you, someone else takes the seat. You don’t really look at his face, only the fact that he’s got black jeans on and long legs, which…nice, and you notice a pair of black booties to complete the look because one of them accidently knocks into your seat.
“Sorry,” He apologizes over the music, “Small spaces.”
“I know,” You smile a little, “Swear they design bars like this on purpose—tin can.”
A laugh rumbles in his chest, “I think in L.A. they call that ‘aesthetic’.”
You pillow your chin in the palm of your hand as you watch the bartender make his laps back and forth across the bar, making and taking drink orders, closing tabs. It’s a busy night, so you’re going to stay patient until you can order a beer. Besides, Nick isn’t here yet anyways.
“Oh yeah?” You turn a little bit towards the guy you’re talking to so it’s easier, “What do they call the sticky floors?”
He smiles, “Character.”
Your eyes tumble over his form a moment because…he looks really familiar, but you can’t quite grasp why. It’s like…recognizing a shape on an inkblot test even though you keep second-guessing yourself at what you’re seeing. Your brain tries to run through a bunch of scenarios, dreams, interactions, old friends, lovers, God—past dates but nothing seems to ring a bell. He’s tall, you’ve established that, slender but not in a ‘too skinny’ type of way, his clothes fit him well, hug where they need to.
There’s blonde curls whisped on top of his head like he’s done it on purpose and yet you have a feeling he probably just looks like this because some people are just naturally attractive. He seems like one of those people. Defined jaw, great cheekbones, a depth to his blue eyes, cupid bow lips. And yet you still have no fucking clue why you feel like you’ve…met, spoken or seen him somewhere before.
It's gonna bother you all night.
You’re about to pull the ‘you look familiar’ card when your phone buzzes. Pulling it out of the pocket of your dress, you blink at the message you’ve gotten from Nick but don’t really comprehend it, even after reading it three times.
Is this dude really standing you up?
“For fuck’s sake.” You mumble under your breath, texting back a few different responses before finally deciding not to say anything at all. Whatever, you were so-so on Nick, it doesn’t actually bother you that he’s not going to show up.
But this is like, the third time this is happened since you started trying to put yourself out there. “God, don’t ever sign yourself up for online dating—it’s a trap.”
And you have no fucking clue why you’re opening up to the guy next to you other than the fact that you’ve talked about interior bar designs and that he seems nice—and that he hasn’t randomly gotten up to find a different stool or moved on from the counter.
There’s a laugh there, sudden and sharp, like he…can’t quite believe what you’ve said. But he hides it against a sip of beer and wow, you obviously missed the opportunity to order with the bartender because you never even saw him come by, Jesus this night is shaping up to be terrible. You’re definitely not leaving without a drink.
You reach your arm out and attempt to softly wave at the bartender but he doesn’t see you (or doesn’t want to) and continues filling orders at the other end. You crinkle your nose, the handsome stranger next to you clearing his throat,
“I’ve never done online dating but I don’t think I would.”
You hum, pursing your lips. “Yeah, if I had your face I don’t think I would either.”
And interesting, you don’t expect there to be a blush from that compliment but there is, just lightly, along his cheekbones. He seems like the type to wear compliments well, like an armor, or preening like a sunflower towards the sun. But he doesn’t, there’s this boyish coyness to him even though his eyes tell a different story—like he could flirt with a beer glass and get something out of it.
He watches your pathetic excuse of an attempt to get the bartender’s attention one more time, “Don’t tell me you got stood up.” And then flicks his wrist and somehow grabs the dude’s attention in record time.
“What can I get you?” The bartender asks, super attentive and…yeah, that’s nice.
“She’d like to order a drink,” Handsome stranger says, “It’s on me.”
You raise your eyebrows and sputter for a few moments, not expecting that but then hurry up and give your order because the bartender is waiting and the last thing you want to do is hold him up when he’s got other things to do.
“Uhm—just whatever sour beer you have on tap, please. Anything fruit-wise works.”
He nods and grabs a pint glass and you turn on your stool to better face who you’re sitting next to, “You didn’t need to do that.” You tell him as another 90s pop song begins to play in the background.
“I wanted to—you clearly got stood up.”
Huffing out a bit dramatically and fluttering your hair along the edges of your face, you say, “I don’t need a pity beer.”
He smirks, “It’s empathy beer.”
You roll your eyes but you’re smiling as it’s set down in front of you. Tugging it a bit closer, you take a long sip and…well, free beer is free beer. So you air ‘cheers’ him in thanks and take another sip.
“Should probably know the name of the guy who’s buying my sympathy beers.”
Again, there’s that look on his face, a soft amusement that’s almost gone as soon as it appears. “Austin.”
“Y/N,” You offer a hand to shake and he smiles, your fingers brushing in gentle squeezing and—nice, he wears rings on his slender fingers. That’s attractive.
Then you sort of blink because Austin and it takes about three seconds before the backlog of information that you were searching for before frontloads your brain. That’s why he looks familiar? Because this is who you think it is, right? That guy from the Elvis movie, the one you saw plastered all over billboards and subways and in the banner of your HBO Max profile for, like, two weeks. The name kinda puts everything together, connects the dots, and the longer you look at him the more you’re sure he’s exactly who you think he is.
The universe really said ‘forget about Nick or whatever his name is from finance, here’s Austin Butler at a dive bar in downtown Los Angeles’. No wonder he’s lookin’ at you like you’re not from planet Earth—while the Elvis hype has significantly died down, there’s still some cities that are showing extended runs in theaters and Austin himself has become a particularly public icon.
And yet here he is, talking to you about failed online dates. Maybe you’re being Punk’d.
“Y/N,” You like the sound of that, way too enjoyable hearing him say it, “You been stood up before or?…I just wanna know how many beers you expect to order.”
“Do I have a limit?” You laugh softly, taking another sip of your beer, “You gonna start runnin’ up a tab on me?” He shakes his head, smiling, but before he can say anything you add, “Nah, this was the first time,” And hopefully the last, you’re probably gonna delete the app after this, “Should have known when Nick said he was an ‘entrepreneur’ as his job experience,” You crinkle your nose, “That’s always suspicious.”  
“What kind of work do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“I don’t,” You smile a little, “But only if you tell me what you do too.” Even though you know, obviously, but…it’s not necessarily a test of sorts but, you want to see what Austin will say. He has to know that you know at this point, right? Even though nothing’s been said?
He doesn’t say no, however, or shy away from the question.
“So I work in an aquarium,” You smile, straightening your shoulders a little. It’s a bit of preening, you’re very proud of the work you do, and you love it. “I do a lot of the tours, like guide students around or visitors, but I’m also studying to be a marine biologist. So it’s a lot of juggling.”
Austin purses his lips and he seems intrigued? Or maybe impressed, it’s hard to tell. Either way, you can’t stop thinking about what it’d be like if he stopped by your work, the reflective blue water casting pretty shadows on his skin, in his blonde hair, how much deeper his eyes would become. It’s a sight that gets trapped in the front of your mind for a few moments.
“What’s a one-liner from your tours—I know you got one.”
You grin, turning towards him a little until your knees knock together, but neither of you move away. The weight and heat of one another’s skin felt through the fabric of your clothes, “’Octopods have three hearts and the female octopus tends to eat the male after mating.’”
He chokes off a laugh as he sips his beer, “Seriously?”
“Seriously,” You laugh softly, “They just take no shit, definitely don’t let dudes named Nick stand them up at dive bars.”
Austin shakes his head—this man absolutely didn’t think he’d be talking to a stranger at a dive bar about sea creatures. You have to wonder how he’s kinda end up here though, why he’s by himself, why he’s at this bar compared to so many others that most likely don’t have sticky floors and not enough stools for the counter.
You chew on your lower lip, opening and closing your mouth as you process this question before finally just going for it, “What kind of work do you do?”
There’s a playfully dramatic breath out of his lungs as he looks over at you, “It’s not nearly as exciting as spending time with octopods all day.”
You laugh, that’s far too smooth, “Sometimes it’s sharks, you know. Jellyfish,” You crinkle your nose, “Sea urchins.”
Austin smiles and there’s a slight pause there, turning his beer glass in a half circle before finally, “I uh, I’m in film.” And there’s this…air to his voice where he seems to appreciate being able to answer for himself. That regardless that you’re past the shared point of knowing who he is, you’re not jumping down his throat with assumptions and questions.
“Film,” You repeat with a warm hum, “Do you like it?”
“I’m learning to love it.”
And that’s…not a response that you really expected from him if you’re being honest. It’s open, a bit vulnerable and interesting considering how far he’s come with the film’s popularity.
“That’s good, seeing as how you’re pretty great at it.” And you hope that’s not coming on too strong—just feels like he deserves that compliment, because you have seen a handful of his stuff. You still have yet to watch Elvis, despite how much it’s been in theaters and advertised…waiting for one of those weekends where you have time to yourself.
But you’ve seen clips and…from that alone? You know what you’re talking about.
He smiles, dipping his chin a little, “Thank you.”
You’re about to say something else when your phone buzzes and it’s your roommate, chewing on your lower lip as you read over her message. Damn. You look back up at Austin and…you don’t want to leave, but,
“That’s my roommate, she locked herself out of our apartment.” Taking one final sip of your beer, you slide off your stool. You’re about to pull out your card but then remember Austin picked up the tab for this, “Thanks again for the drink.”
You find yourself hesitating as you pull your jacket on and grab your purse…wondering if it’d be totally off the wall to give your phone number out to a celebrity but…wouldn’t be too crazy right? You have been sitting with him for the past hour, drinking and talking. Gathering up the courage, you turn and begin to speak,
“So I was wondering—” at the same time he says, “I think—”
You motion for him to continue and he clears his throat, “I was just sayin’, wouldn’t hate if we did this again, minus the Nick stuff.”
You raise your eyebrows, unable to stop a smile from tugging the corners of your mouth, “Oh you mean like a date? No one standin’ me up?”
“I won’t stand you up,” Austin smiles, “Promise.”
And that’s the thing, you’re gonna have to put yourself out on the line, trust him, see where it goes.
But suddenly? You’re feeling a lot more optimistic about dating.
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icecreamdreams · 3 months
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an inukag oneshot
“So are you thinking granite or marble?” was the question that came through the computer. 
“Let’s go with granite for the premium model, so we can use similar slate colors for the economy ones.” Inuyasha replied.
“Sounds good, boss.”
Inuyasha rolled his eyes. Technically he was the boss and head of his own architectural firm, but only because he didn’t want to spend time working for someone else. He wanted to see his own designs brought to life.
He was pretty good at it too. His current project was designing nice elegant homes that could be built with a range in budget by substituting some of the more expensive materials for more reasonably priced ones. Inuyasha really liked this project because it added the challenge of appealing to a variety of tastes and making those looks attainable to everyone. He liked the idea of his work being accessible to everyone, not just those that could pay top dollar for it.
“So what are we thinking for roofing options?” a consultant asked.
“I’d like to hear your ideas,” Inuyasha responded. Usually he’d go into the office, but he enjoyed the flexibility of working from the comfort of his own home.
His home was another marvel of his design. In fact, he’d drawn up the plans as an anniversary gift for Kagome when they were dating. Now, a few years later, they were happily married and pleasantly expecting. Inuyasha couldn’t help but think he was living his dream.
The meeting droned on for a few more minutes before Inuyasha was caught off guard by… the scent of tears?
“Hey, I’m gonna have to jump off the call. Let’s reconnect tomorrow on those roofing options.” After successfully excusing himself from his job, the hanyou got up and started sniffing after his wife.
“Kagome?” he called out, making his way up the stairs. He wondered what triggered her tears today. At this stage in her pregnancy, she was prone to more emotional outbursts. A few days ago she cried because she saw a ladybug.
“Kagome? Where are you, babe?” When Inuyasha got to the second floor he immediately knew where she was. When he got to the entrance of their bedroom he found her curled up on the bed, tears in full force. He approached with care, taking up a spot right next to his wife.  “Kagome? Baby, tell me what’s going on?”
Slowly, Kagome rolled her head up to look at him, fresh tears staining her puffy pink face. Kagome inhaled deeply before stating “I was watching the animal show and two of the baby elephants were sick!!!” The tears were mounting to sobs now. “I got so scared, what if they died? Then I just started crying and I couldn’t stop it.”
Ahh. So her beloved animal show was now an enemy in his household. Inuyasha nodded in understanding. He would hate it if anything he used for comfort became the very thing he needed refuge from. Well, he couldn’t do anything about the elephants but he knew how to help his wife.
Inuyasha lifted her curled form into his lap to smother her with snuggles until she could calm down. Fortunately, proximity to her loving husband seemed like just what Kagome needed. She took deep breaths as her tears subsided, uncurling herself in Inuyasha’s arms. As her breathing evened out, she took an opportunity to sniff at his shirt, letting his comforting scent wash over her. 
“What are you doing?” Kagome heard from somewhere above her. She paused then looked up Inuyasha hesitantly.
“You know, inuhanyou aren’t the only ones that find nice scents comforting and enjoyable.” The pout that settled on her lips after she spoke, Inuyasha thought, was adorable. In fact, looking at Kagome, he saw what amounted to his whole universe. His wife and best friend, pregnant with their first child. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.
“Well, as long as it helps you feel better,” Inuyasha said, stroking her cheek gently with his thumb. “How about we order some food and watch some animal shows where there’s no risk of death?”
Kagome cocked her head at him. “How will we know that?”
“Easy, we’ll just rewatch our favourite episodes. We added them to our list, remember? Besides, I’m sure it's been a while since we’ve seen some of these episodes.”
That sounded good to Kagome. “Plus now, if any animal gets sick in the show, you’ll be here to watch it with me. You can fast forward and look while I close my eyes.”
Inuyasha chuckled at that. The animal shows really presented the whole circle of life, but Kagome was really fond of animals and she enjoyed learning about them. Regardless, he didn’t mind giving up his afternoon of work to spend time cuddling with his wife. This was an upgrade.
“Sure babe, whatever you want. Now, what should we eat?”
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daydreamindollie · 2 years
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THE PRINCE WITH THE UGLY HEART ⏤15
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN : NEW BEGINNINGS
CHPT. SUM ; you and taehyung start living in the capital within the palace and start adjusting to palace life with your studies keeping the both of you busy but can your determination to do well be enough or will things prove too hard for you to cope?
G. ; fluff ; very slight angst if you squint ; king!jungkook ; queenintraining!reader ; littlemaster!taehyung ; youngduke!taehyung ; reader is very studious ; taehyung's sacrifice ; reader's guilt ; jungkook being a good king ; jungkook also being a bad king ; ladies in waiting appearance ; hoseok gets promoted to butler ; new future queen in the queens palace ; taehyung isn't a prince ; surprise visits
LENGTH ; 7.7k
A/N ; goodness, it's been such a long time, i'm so sorry my lovely dollies, i never anticipated taking such an extended hiatus on this story - a lot of things happened and it can never be boiled down to one primary reason but what's important is that im back! i intend to finish this series that is and has been such a big reflection on my journey in writing. i hope you darlings, enjoy the read, i'm sorry for the long wait x
PREV.
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Entering the royal palace was surreal. There was such a flurry of movement surrounding you, it was hard to process everything all at once. At the very least, Taehyung and Jungkook stayed by your side through it all, they were able to ground you through the hurricane of movement. 
“Call the royal tailor and seamstress to take the measurements of my lady and the little master  so that they can be fitted for new garments as soon as possible,” Jungkook ordered the staff as soon as you were settled into a room that could be considered the size of a small house, “also, prepare 2 baths and leave us be until the tailor and seamstress have arrived,”
“As you wish, your highness,” with that all the staff dispersed to set about their designated tasks. 
Finally, finally, you could breathe and hold your little brother close for comfort and a semblance of normalcy. 
“I hope you aren’t too overwhelmed,”  Jungkook sends you a look of sympathy, “I can understand how different this all must feel so please don’t hesitate to inform me whenever the two of you feel uncomfortable,”
“It’s okay, Hyung,” Taehyung speaks up in your lap, still cuddled up against you, “we’ll try our best, won’t we Noona?” he turns to gaze up at you with a smile that you reciprocate. 
“Of course we will,” you lean down to nuzzle your nose against your little brothers before turning your full attention to Jungkook, “anything to be able to stay by your side, Jungkook,”
The smile that spreads across his lips has your heart stuttering in your chest. You hold such a deep love for him but having his handsome face smile so sweetly at you is dangerous, and so is the knowledge that he helped bring the war to an end and has done so many good things for the people of the kingdom since his reign as King. 
How did you ever get so lucky? 
If only you knew how much deeper in love Jungkook was with you. If he needed to start a war again and become known as a terrible tyrant of a king or need to sacrifice all the luxury and privilege he grew up with, he’d do so in a heartbeat if it meant being your love for forever and always. He was willing to do exactly that if his father hadn’t allowed him that week of freedom and accepted you as his future queen.
“How very lucky I am to have you both in my life,” Jungkook kneels down before you, takes your hand and touches his lips to your knuckles in a soft kiss. 
“We’re lucky to have you too, Hyung!” Taehyung cheers and jumps on him with a shout of happiness. 
“Taehyung!” you gasp as they go tumbling down but refrain from scolding either one when they burst into fits of giggles, instead you sigh and lean back with a content smile. Once they’ve collected themselves, Jungkook stands with Taehyung held up with one arm as he pulls you close with his spare hand.
“I deeply apologise for having to delay our wedding, my love,” Jungkook, crestfallen, hums softly as he kisses your temple in apology.
“It’s alright,” you bashfully reassure and move to press a gentle kiss onto his cheek, “I’ve waited 5 years already, I can be patient,”
Jungkook smiles and squeezes both you and Taehyung close, “I couldn’t have said it better myself. All of that time is worth finally having you at arm's reach like this,” he nestles his face into your hair and smiles at your sweet, floral scent, “it won’t be too long now…” 
“I just hope-”
“None of that. I can’t have you doubting yourself when I know for sure that you’ll make an excellent queen, right Tae?” he holds your face as he stares at you lovingly. 
“Yeah! Hyung’s right, Noona!”
“Really?” you timidly ask. 
“Are you doubting the judgement of your King?” he teases as you laugh. 
“And what if I am?~”
Jungkook hums thoughtfully for a moment before a proud grin overtakes his once pensive features, “Only someone worthy of being the future queen would dare challenge their King in this way,” Taehyung laughs at Jungkook’s playful mocking but you could only pout.  
���Stopppp!” you whine but Jungkook laughs and seizes your lips in a loving kiss. 
“Believe in yourself the way you believed in me when I was at my lowest,” you smile as your heart softens from his heartfelt words, “and if you aren’t there yet, I'll support you as best as I can until you reach that point,”
“Thank you, Jungkook,”
Not long after being bathed then measured and fitted for noble attire, you and Taehyung were met with a shocking discovery in the absence of Jungkook and the presence of his newly assigned Butler. 
“This is…where?”
“This is the Queen’s palace, my lady, also known as the Diamond Palace,” the recently assigned butler, Hoseok, informs you. He had been so accommodating with helping to assign you ladies-in-waiting and tutors as well as a nanny, tutors and instructors for Taehyung to see after the week period set aside for you and your little brother to settle into palace life, a week that you were in the middle of currently, “would you like to know more?”
“Yes please, Hoseok,” you nod as Taehyung indulges in the many cakes and cookies laid out on the table before him with the occasional sip of his milk and honey. Nevertheless, he makes it a point to be turned towards the red-headed butler, ears perked and openly listening. Hoseok smiles at this, happy that the little master has such good manners, manners befitting a noble but displaying such better than most do. 
“The Queen’s palace is separate from the main palace where court officials and members of the King’s personal and public council often visit and hold meetings. The main purpose of the Queen’s palace is to train future Queens and therefore holds a mark of every queen that once resided in it. In fact, the previous queen, his highness’ belated mother, designed and helped cultivate the North and south gardens herself,” your mouth drops as the realisation of how importance your current residence dawns on you, “there are two more separate palaces called the Sapphire and Morganite palace also known as the Prince and Princess Palace respectively. They are where the prince and princesses of the kingdom should reside,” at his explanation, you turn to Taehyung, who looks at you with his own questioning gaze. Sensing the query in the air, Hoseok continues, “the Prince and Princess Palace are reserved for yours and his highness’ future children, my lady, as the young master, Taehyung, is politically not a prince but instead a young Duke. This is because he has relations with a member of the royal family through marriage, as soon as you are wed to his majesty, young master Taehyung’s dukedom will be announced soon after. His highness, the King, has been signing the documentations and making the proper preparations for this so please don’t worry, my lady,”
“Oh my…”
“What’s a Duke, Noona?”
“It’s nothing for you to worry about, you’re still too young Tae,” you assure as you bite your lip and give Hoseok a look that he immediately bows to, expressing his cooperation. Taehyung will not be told the full implications of this until he is much older, you want him to continue living as a child for as long as possible. 
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Taehyung loved exploring the palace grounds and, although the palace staff adored him, he’s been keeping them on their toes. You were, at first, worried that a fair majority would antagonise you and your little brother for your humble background, however, they were nothing but friendly and welcoming to you both. Rumours between the palace maids made it clear to you that it’s all because of Jungkook emphasising that you were the reason for his change in demeanour prior to your arrival. 
“I heard that he begged his highness, the previous king, to let him go and do whatever he wanted for a week, and the condition was that he would leave after completing an entire week’s worth of work,” one palace maid gossiped behind a tall, marble pillar. 
“And then?”
“Now, I only heard this from a few people that work closely with the King but apparently, he also created a separate list of important things to do,”
“What else did he need to do? How could he even have the time to do more atop double the amount of work he already had to complete?”
“It was to spread the word that his highness was only able to become who he is today because  of the future queen,”
“The commoner girl he brought back claiming is going to become his queen?”
“Yes yes!”
“Oh my goodness! She must be really special to be able to make him change so much, then!”
“We must treat her well for bettering his highness, I remember when he used to be so irrational and rude, now it’s almost unbelievable that he used to be that way,”
You couldn’t bring yourself to listen any further with your mind racing and unable to process any more of their conversation. Jungkook had assured you that your existence and identity were completely secret and that all of the palace staff were sworn in to secrecy but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t gossip about you within palace walls. At least, you were fairly well accepted by the palace staff. 
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“My lady is so beautiful, I just adore dressing her up,” Rosé, one of your four ladies in waiting, sighs dreamily as she tidies up your dress for the day. It would be your first time wearing a hand tailored dress as you had been wearing made-to-wear dresses up until this point. It was a flowy dress made of light material as per your request, and simply designed for your comfort and carefree movement. Elegant and enchanting, it was the perfect first dress. 
“That is a given, she will soon be the queen afterall,” Jisoo turns up her nose at the statement, as if to express how proud she is to be working for the future monarch.
“Which necklace would you like to wear today, my lady?” Lisa asks, as she sets down an assortment of necklaces upon your vanity. 
“Would you like to accompany them with earrings,” Jennie asks, gesturing to the tray of earrings on her cart, “or a bracelet?” she gestures to the lower half of the cart with an array of beautiful bracelets. 
“Maybe you’d like a headpiece?” jisoo comments stepping up beside you after finishing up with your hair. 
You take a moment to ponder, still flustered over being served in such an extravagant way and with incredibly kind and beautiful ladies in waiting, “Umm…I don’t believe I have the appropriate understanding of jewellery accompaniment yet so…is it alright if you make the decisions for me in the meantime?” you timidly look up at your ladies in waiting from your seat at the vanity, shy from their awed and quickly-turned adoring gazes. 
“Of course, my lady!” Lisa cheers. 
“We’d be more than happy to help you but please, once you feel like choosing what to wear, notify us right away,” Jisoo smiles softly. 
“It would mean more to us than anything in the world to properly honour our lady’s wishes,” Rosé pipes up as Jennie fervently nods in agreement beside her. 
“Thank you,” you smile, “you’ve all done a fantastic job,” 
“It’s all because our lady is already so beautiful,” Jennie compliments as they all bow at your gratitude.  
“Noona! Are you finished dressing up? Can I come in?” Taehyung’s excited voice calls through your door. You had heard his loud foot-falls approaching your bedroom and had quickly anticipated his company. 
“Yes, you may come in, Tae,” you call back, beginning to stand from your vanity, fully dressed as Lisa pulls open the door for Taehyung to step in and gasp at your appearance. 
“Wow! Noona! I always thought you were pretty but now you’re even prettier! You’re the prettiest person in the whole world!” he grins, running up to you with his arms wide open to which you bend down and meet him in an embrace. 
“Thank you Tae, you look very handsome in your new attire too, very dashing,” Taehyung was dressed in black fitted trousers and a white button up with embroidered embellishments at the cuffs and collar. Around his neck and fitted through his collar hung a simple gold chain connected to a black cape with the same golden embellishments as seen on his shirt. And, for once, his hair was a neat mess of bouncy curls rather than a messy nest for birds to lay their eggs in.  
“Thank you Noona!” you giggle when he steps back and strikes a manly pose for you, his face proud and happy. Lisa, Rosé, Jennie and JIsoo look on at your interaction with Taehyung, all smiling in content at serving under such a kind-hearted and loving person.  
“We were so right to take on this job,” Lisa whispers to Jisoo, who nods. 
“Forget being a noble lady,” Jisoo states spitefully.
“It’s too boring,” Rosé agrees.
“At least we can dress up and serve someone nice instead of those other noble snobs,” Jennie grins. All four were noble ladies themselves who volunteered to serve as ladies in waiting, others had volunteered for the job too but only they were chosen. 
Typically a Queen has eight ladies in waiting but you had expressed your need for only half if not one to serve under you, which peaked their interest. From the noble ladies they were always surrounded by at sourires, balls and galas, many bragged about taking advantage of the opportunity for power when given the chance to be queen, so confident in their noble blood. 
As soon as the once despised prince turned his image around and became an admirable king, who needed to marry, many noble ladies and their fathers rushed for the chance to curry favour with noble officials and members of the council to be picked as a queen candidate but were all rejected. None were given an explanation but being selected to be ladies in waiting was a new development when the four originally volunteered to become palace maids as was custom for noble ladies and gentlemen who wanted to gain connections for greater power and business or to escape noble obligations as a main perk of becoming palace maids meant arranged marriages becoming null.
You are a breath of fresh air from most noble ladies out there seeking to become queen. The four can’t wait for your debut into noble society as the new queen. They can’t wait to see all other noble ladies’ jaws drop at the sight of you because, not only were you incredibly beautiful but you were such a warm and kind person, of course you’ll only become even more beautiful in others’ eyes from that. For now they will stay patient and support you in every which way they can as your devoted ladies in waiting.    
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“Postponing the ceremony?” The retired king exclaimed in bewilderment. It was unheard of. He should be used to his son’s unexpected ways after having tripped up his expectations over and over again but this was too much, “You understand what that entails, don’t you?”
“Father there is no need to fret, despite the war still being fresh, Seoul is at its most peaceful right now, everyone is striving to achieve normalcy once again and our newly established borders are being guarded far more stringently than ever before...” silence. Jungkook knows his father is contemplating his decision, all he needs is one more push, “and besides, didn’t you crown me because you were confident in my capabilities as King?”
It took another momentary beat of silence before Jungkook’s father huffed a chuckle and leaned back in his deep chair. His son was right in all aspects, hence his secondary contemplation on ending the monitoring of his son’s royal duties. Jungkook had proven himself worthy enough in the war, resulting in his crowning - he should finally let his son be to do as he so wishes.
“Very well, I trust you...” the father and son smiled in mutual respect and understanding of each other, “now get out of my chambers, this old man doesn’t want the King visiting him any more from now on, unless it’s to visit as his son,” as a wide grin stretched across Jungkook’s face, his father gave him one more word of advice, “now go and inform your future queen of this new establishment. This very much involves her too so she should be well-informed of this substantial decision,”
“Right away, father,” and with a quick look of acknowledgement, Jungkook left his father’s chambers and sought after you. Referring to the time, he’s pretty sure you’ll be alone in the library practising your reading with Taehyung. 
Just as you had told him that morning, he found you in the Royal Library, books piled up around you as Taehyung’s footsteps echo in the background, climbing ladders and exploring long book-filled corridors, his awes of wonder and interest fostering an amiable environment in the usually stiff and sombre room of knowledge that was Royal Palace Library. 
“Jungkook,” you smile at the sight of the man you love so much, looking up to instantly lock eyes with him as he enters through the large oak doors. He was as handsome as ever despite his more casual attire of dress pants, shoes, a silk sash wrapped tightly around his slim waist and a white shirt, long sleeves rolled up to his forearms and with a v-neck so deep it had to be loosely laced up with a thick thread.
“I see that you are hard at work,” he praises, eliciting a flustered expression. Your tutoring had just begun and you were only just catching your bearings with the boat-load of information being pushed onto you.  
“I-It’s still hard for me to read passages out loud without breaking up here and there; I’m better at reading in my head,”
“That’s alright, I believe in you,” Jungkook had finally reached your side and leaned down to press a kiss on your temple. He then pulls away to lean against your work table with his hands bracing himself against the edge of the table, accentuating his veins and muscles. If his kiss didn’t distract you so much, his toned arms would have. 
“Thank you,” you sigh dreamily at the gentle touch of his lips but quickly shake yourself out of your daze, shouldn’t he have a lot of things to do right now? You wouldn’t want to stall him in his work. 
Seeing the panic in your eyes, Jungkook quickly reassures you, “It’s alright, I’m on a break and I also have something very important to tell you,”
“What is it?” Jungkook waits until you’ve bookmarked your place and set your book aside before taking your hand in his leaning forward ever so slightly in order to do so. He allows himself a moment to admire your beautiful hand, tracing his thumb over your supple skin and without a single thought, he brings your knuckles to his lips for a kiss, noting a soft but lingering floral scent - kissing your hand has become such an addictive habit of his, he loves kissing your sweet skin. No matter what, you always smell like the flowers you used to take care of. 
“Were you in the garden earlier?” Despite his soft tone, you avoid his eyes when answering as if being accused of a criminal act. 
“The flowers were just so lovely, I couldn’t help myself,”
Jungkook laughs and kisses you, his hand on your cheek deepening the intimate embrace. He really can’t seem to keep his lips off you whenever you’re together, you’ve found, though you’re not going to complain, “I’m glad you enjoy it there as much as I do,”
“Well...what did you want to tell me?” you ask to distract yourself from getting all the more sheepish.
“It’s about a very important ceremony that I’m choosing to postpone,” this makes you tilt your head in confusion. In your journey to becoming the future queen, you’ve had to read many books on the history and noble culture of the kingdom, which includes the many ceremonies that were held for certain events. You wanted to enquire further but didn’t know if you should or not. Your curious look, however, did all the talking for you, “I’ve decided to postpone the Knight Oath ceremony,”
“Wh-what?” That's definitely a ceremony you’ve read about, especially because it’s one of the most important few.
“You’ve learned about that ceremony already?”
“Yes, o-of course, it’s very important for the safety of the royal family, after all,” you emphasise. 
“You’re so smart,” he praises, ignoring your look of concern. 
“Jungkook, this is serious,”
“I know I know but tell me how much you’ve learned,” he winks at you, leaning back to look down at and crosses his arms as if he were a tutor quizzing you, “let me know how much you’ve learned so far, my beautiful rose~” his sweet voice drawls seductively at the nickname and has your heart racing in seconds. How does he expect you to answer his question when he’s being so flirty?! “Go on...”
First, you clear your throat, look away and take a deep breath…now, you think you can answer him, “To start with, there are two current knight factions even though there used to be more.” For a moment, you glance at Jungkook and gain confidence from his approving nod before continuing more positively, “One serves only the current King and is composed of very specialised knights with a high level of skill. The second faction is greater in number so, although some are very skilled, most are average at best. Their sole purpose is to serve the people of the Kingdom and those higher up, dispatch squadrons for expeditions to the border or to patrol a highly dangerous area. Umm…” you pause for thought, not knowing what to say next. 
“Because their numbers are so large, naturally, there are different rankings, no?” Jungkook continues, making you nod along as you begin to remember what to say next. 
“Yes yes! Umm, there’s Rank C for those that are still learning the ropes and are undergoing training. Rank B is for the knights who have graduated from C and are given more responsibilities as well as trust in caring for the people and maintaining peace throughout the kingdom. Rank A is for the elites, the heads of the squadrons spread out across the kingdom, they manage funds, assignments and reports that need to be looked over by the King on a monthly and yearly basis,”
“And how do knights acquire an A ranking?”
“Don’t they have to go through a test of some sort?” you ponder. 
“Yes, and?”
“After passing the test, they undergo special training that typically lasts half to almost a full year,” you’re back in the flow again and continue without much more prompting, “when they achieve their rank A medal, they gain a lot of authority and respect, this allows them the ability to access certain places within the Palace, such as the inner palace if they so wish. That is, apart from a few restrictive hours, of course. The Kings faction is overlooked by Sir Min Yoongi whereas the Kingdom’s knight faction is managed by Sir Kim Namjoon,”
“That is correct. Both are capable of managing either faction, however, Commander Kim is adamant at serving the people, if not, he would have very easily qualified as the King’s personal aide. Commander Min just took on the faction that was left. He seems to regret it though,” Jungkook chuckles, “he’s always complaining about how the knights aren’t good enough when it’s him that exceeds all qualifications and so do his standards,” you both giggle at the thought, “Doesn’t each faction have a symbol, love?”
“Oh, yes! The King’s faction is symbolised by a Lion whilst the Kingdom’s faction is symbolised by a Wolf.”
“Now...about that ceremony,”
You gain a look of worry, “that’s right, why are you postponing it? And for how long? The ceremony happens when a new King takes the throne and a new faction of specialised Knights are selected by him to swear their oath of loyalty,”
“Very good,”
It was tradition for when a new King takes over the throne, the knights that can qualify as Rank A can choose to partake in another test, where they compete against one another in front of the new King and, from that, the new King chooses his new faction of knights. The faction that has sworn their oath of loyalty to the old King cannot swear a new oath as only one oath can be made in a Knight’s life and that same oath will continue to be served until the end of their days. It may sound miserable but it’s all about a knight’s honour and none are happier than fulfilling their sworn oath. This is why it’s so important that the Knight's Oath ceremony is held or else it leaves the King vulnerable to assassination attempts. That alone, makes your heart stutter to an almost complete stop. 
“Why would you dare put yourself in such danger, Jungkook?” your mind wanders to the recent war and its repercussions on his safety for being the one to win and end it.
“I’ll be fine, it’s you that I’m worried about, my love,” Jungkook lets his worries show through with the furrowing of his brows as he moves to sit beside you once again, “I accept you as my Queen but many nobles who want their daughters to marry me and become royalty will have differing opinions. Instead, I plan on secretly creating a new faction of knights, they are to serve only you,”
You couldn’t believe your ears, “Me?...”
“Yes. The preparations for the ceremony will take some time after I have fully announced my decision so we have some waiting to do. I also play for their symbol be that of an Iris,”
“Why an Iris?”
“It was a flower that my mum associated with my Dad but my father and I both agreed that it always purely encompassed her, the perfect queen. It represents faith, wisdom, hope and valour, just like you. You had faith in me when no one else did, you enriched me with the wisdom and kindness I could never seem to obtain despite my privilege of being born a prince, you gave me hope for a better future and you are far more valourous than I could ever be; taking on this Queen training for when I took you away from where you grew up, I can’t imagine how fearful and anxious you must be but I want to tell you that you are doing amazing, so so amazing, my love,” you don’t know why but you began to tear up. It hadn’t been but a few weeks and, despite all Jungkook’s efforts to make you comfortable, it didn’t take away how hard this all was on you. It was stressful and so overwhelming. At least, you had Jungkook and Taehyung by your side, without them, you would have fallen apart already. 
“Thank you...” you whispered.
Jungkook leans forward enough for your noses to touch and holds your face in both of his hands, it’s so intimate and loving as he whispers only for you to hear, “anything for my Queen...”
And he meant every word. It was all too quick of a transition and demanded too much of a person to speed through queen training without the knowledge of being a noble but Jungkook was at a bind, he may be the King but the uncertainty of his people and worries of his council were a heavy weight he couldn’t ignore nor sweep aside so easily. As a result, there was a lot of pressure on you to do well, quickly and Jungkook always felt guilty for putting you in such a difficult place, however, it made him strive towards doing his job as King better. In a sense you were each others’ motivation to achieve good things, all with the same goal; to be able to stand proudly at each other’s side. 
Jungkook believes only a true and valiant king is worthy of your love. Likewise, you believe that only a grand and illustrious queen is worthy of him.  
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Many times, Jungkook reassured you that you could take your time learning all these new things. Being introduced to the world of nobility and being forced to undergo such a strict and rigorous studying regime that noble ladies usually begin at the age of eight, was a heavy burden. You weren’t going to be convinced otherwise, however, Jungkook was an amazing King so you had to become just as amazing in order to competently stand beside him on the throne. It was a big responsibility that you decided to take on and you were going to follow it through to the very end; if your parents had ever taught you anything it was to follow your heart and finish what you started with everything you’ve got so that you don’t live with any regrets moving forward. 
“My lady, it’s best for you to sleep now so that you may be able to rise with the birds tomorrow,” Jennie speaks up with a look of worry etched across her sweet face, she, along with the rest of your ladies in waiting - Lisa, Jisoo and Rosé - were stood a few steps away from your writing desk as you burn candle after candle reading and revising the passages in your assigned books for the week, each of them worried for your wellbeing but all had pride swell deep within their chests at your studious and determined manner. You hadn’t begun official queen training yet as you had to get accustomed to the basics first, however, you were treating your current studies as if they were the real thing and they couldn’t be any more proud or happy for you. 
“Oh…” you look up to gaze at the clock, “I apologise ladies, you may head on to bed now, you must be very tired,” standing up, you stretch your tired arms and turn to face them. You watch as they exchange looks of apprehension and smile warmly at their fretting, “don’t worry, I promise that I will also head off to bed, thank you for your concern,” at your reassurance, they smile and bow simultaneously before setting out to help you prepare for bed. As soon as you were tucked under the covers, you were out like a light and in a deep slumber, leaving the ladies to quietly tiptoe out of your room by themselves. 
Not long after your chamber doors were shut and your ladies in waiting had made it into their own rooms for the night, Jungkook finally made it to your door. He had more to do today than anticipated and had made it over later than usual. It had become a ritual for him to sleep in your room, at your palace for the night even though it was heavily looked down upon by noble society and his council, nevertheless, he didn’t care; he had five long years to make up for, after all. 
“(Y/N), my love are you still awake?” Jungkook gently knocks and waits but receives no response. Nonetheless, he sneaks in anyway and sighs softly at your slumbering figure, he takes a moment to observe your busy desk of books and papers and pens. You’re working so hard, it’s inspiring and very cute but…he steps up to stand beside you and looks down at the restless expression on your face. Despite being asleep, you were still somewhat wakeful. Something needed to be done and…Jungkook just might know what to do. Thankfully, he anticipated the circumstance and started preparing sooner rather than later. 
Approaching your third month of tutelage means gradually advancing into your official Queen studies, you deserve a break after all that rigorous cramming on the basics. Your tutors predicted 6 months of studies to be sufficient for your general knowledge but you were already proving them wrong with your erudite manner and speed through content across various subjects. You prove to be much more promising than anticipated and they were excited to have such an enthusiastic student to nurture with their knowledge. Each tutor was a master of their craft so they all appreciated your enthusiasm to learn. 
Despite this great news, Jungkook worries for your wellbeing. Progressing so swiftly but thoroughly through content mustn’t be good for your mind.
Taking off his shoes and shirt, Jungkook nestles into the sheets beside you and pulls you close. He tucks your nose into his collar and smiles as he feels you cuddle in closer and sigh contentedly from his warmth. So cute…you’re so very cute and he wants to kiss you so badly but you’re tired and need a good amount of rest before your busy day begins again in the morning. Jungkook settles for kissing your forehead with a feather’s touch before slipping into a dreamless sleep himself. 
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A tender caress; a familiar scent; a sweet warmth and a weighted comfort. It isn’t the golden embellishments, meticulously polished surfaces or the opulent furnishings that made you feel lavish; all the riches in the world could never measure up to the precious feeling it brought you to wake up in the arms of your love. Despite him sleeping over in your chambers regularly, it never took away that loving feeling you feel every time you wake up to him beside you. 
Bathing peacefully beneath the warm touch of golden sunbeams, the king slumbers on before you. He is reduced to a vulnerable, soft cub, coddled by your embrace and layers of cotton sheets. There isn’t a singular line of burden to trace along his brows nor is there evident anxiety tensing up his muscular, naked shoulders. It’s an image you will treasure for the rest of your years. Rather than the oppressing responsibilities weighing on his back and taxing his health, you wish that he forever slumbers in serenity.
And yet… selfish greed swells up from a bottomless pit of ravenous emotions housed deep in your heart. Unsatisfied and aggravated, clawing out for a modicum relief.
‘Wake up,’ the cavernous depths of your mind beg greedily, ‘look at me,’ you crave being ensnared by his beautiful brown eyes. Eyes that hold the comfort of the world to you, eyes that have the ability to strike a thrilling excitement but also affectionate ease deep in your heart.  You almost claw at his bare and chiselled chest from the crippling desperation of your want- your need to drown in his amorous gaze. Gone was your exhaustion from the previous day as it is swamped by your burning desires. 
As if hearing your silent plea, it isn’t long before you’re greeted by the sweet, chocolate pools you adore so much. The instant they connect with your loving stare and register the velvet threading of your dexterous fingers through his unkempt mop of hair, they scrunch up into an adorable smile.
“Good morning,” you whisper with all the love you could muster and kiss his slightly chapped lips. Still sluggish with sleep, his doe eyes disappear once more with an endearing scrunch before he dives to bury his face into your collarbone, pushing you onto your back and eliciting a giggle from your plush lips.
“Mmmm~” he moans roughly into your exposed skin, laying half of himself on top of you, unable to hold himself up out of pure laziness and his want to always be touching, “I love that sound…” he whispers the sentiment into the delicate space between your collarbones before placing a tender kiss onto your sweet skin as if to seal the loving words into your softness.
“What sound?” Does he mean your voice?
“You’re cute giggles,” the statement makes him giggle with you once more, both of your hearts sprouting wings of flight and making your chest feel weightless, “I love waking up to you,” he whispers, somewhat, belligerent.
“Jungkook…” you warn gently but with a hint of humour; you share the feeling but the rule was to not sleep in the same room until you were finally married, all in a pointless effort to prevent rumours amongst the serving royal staff.
“They can’t keep me away,” he continues to pepper kisses up and down the sensitive column of your neck, sometimes daring to dive lower and lower until his lips brush the forbidden line tracing the plush cushiness of your chest, modestly clothed by the trimmings of your flowy nightgown, “never…not from you,” staring down at him with your skin ablaze at the erotic snarl in his words, your eyes widen at the heated gaze he’s already trapping you under, his strong hands on your waist pulling you into his figure and locking you there, eating you up mercilessly with his eyes. If it wasn’t with his stare, it would be with his abundance of kisses, like a hard candy melting onto your tongue, Jungkook wants to melt and consume you with his lips, “I Am The King!” his hold on you begins to shake and his strong figure crumbles, “And yet! They demand I stay away when I can finally have you all to myself and away from all those devious lessons and evil paperwork,” he laments and shudders at the mention of the greatest evil keeping you two apart, endless paperwork and your lessons.
“There there~…” you coo softly, assuring him the way you would your little brother, “you know it’s only a precaution,” he grumbles childishly at your statement, burying his face into your neck once more, as if shielding himself from the reality he doesn’t want to face, “and besides…” he looks up and you both grin cheekily, “no one’s said anything about you sneaking into my bed to sleep so far,”       
“The staff already adore you,” Jungkook muses, “I knew you’d make a brilliant queen,”
“I’m not a queen yet,”
“But you will undoubtedly be a phenomenal one, and you'll be all mine,” Jungkook moves up and tucks your face into his firm chest, one arm circling your shoulder to press you close as his other hand gently holds the back of your head, it’s an intimate cradle that has you sighing in content, “not two months into your general studies and you’ve learned all the basics already, that's such fast progress,” your heart sings at the praise and you have to bite your lip to humble your beaming smile. It doesn’t work half as effectively as when you resort to pressing your face into Jungkook’s chest, however, “you’re so smart, you're so amazing...you're so perfect,”
There’s nothing for you to say; you know Jungkook knows how grateful you are for him and words aren’t enough to express it. Instead, you lean down and initiate a kiss, opaque with love and fathomless with gratitude. To think you were so blessed after having experienced paralysing tragedies so early on in your life.
You are grateful to Jungkook for many things but the most you are grateful for is his unconditional love.
Soon enough, Jungkook had to leave for his royal duties that morning and your ladies in waiting pretended not to see anything. Once he was gone, they entered your room and got you dressed for your morning lessons, leading you to now, where you are revising the material outside under the afternoon sun with Taehyung playing around in the garden. Some staff stood by to assist where they were needed and kept a close eye on your little brother, especially if he got close to the pond. 
“Would you like some more tea, my lady?” Jisoo asks upon seeing your empty cup.
“Yes please,” she nods and refills your cup beside, “thank you, Jisoo,” she bows gently and steps back to stand with the others. You sip the tea for a small break and turn to look at Taehyung crouched down beside a bed of flowers as Hoseok stood beside him. Listening closely, you were able to pick up their conversation.
“You seem more lethargic than usual, young master,” Hoseok pipes up, “whatever is the matter?”
“What does leather-gic mean, Hoseok?” 
“Lethargic means tired, young master,” the red head explains, “now, what’s wrong so that we may fix it?”
“Oh…” Taehyung registers the explanation and sighs at being acknowledged as acting differently. He didn’t want to arouse any suspicion or concern over his well being because that would make you worry and you were already really stressed over your studies, he is undergoing his own studies as well but he can tell that his isn’t as intense as yours; you always have books and papers and notes piled up around you, it’s never ending and very unlike how you only used to be surrounded by flowers at the shop. Maybe that’s why you try to study in the garden as much as possible since the scenery and affluent arrangement of flora is somewhat familiar to you, Taehyung feels the same way, “it’s okay Hoseok-hyung, I’m alright,” Taehyung grins in an attempt to reassure the butler but quickly turns back to take a close look at the flowers before him, hoping that the red-head doesn’t see the falter in his smile. 
In the beginning, getting to explore the palace, running around freely in such a pretty and expansive garden and getting to eat a lot of yummy foods was a lot of fun but all those things didn’t take away the strange, upsetting feeling festering inside Taehyung of having to get used to a new environment, a new routine and new people surrounding him. Everyone was always nice but that was only because they had to serve him; he doesn’t have a singular true friend. 
“Now we both know that’s not true, young master…” Hoseok points out but is only met with silence. Taehyung refuses to say another word or turn to look up at the butler, he knows he’s being rude but being forced to face what he was desperately trying to suppress made familiar faces flash in his mind and an aching feeling overwhelms his chest. He misses them so much. It’s so lonely without them around, even though he has his noona beside him. As his eyes begin to water, Hoseok surprises him with a seemingly innocuous comment, “though, I’m sure you won’t feel so saddened for long, his highness has prepared something very special for you and his lady,” Taehyung finally looks up at the red-head but upon doing so is tackled to the ground. 
“You’re it, Tae!” as quickly as the voice of his very best friend rings in his ears, Jimin is just as quickly bolting away, leaving Taehyung to lean up on his elbows from his fall, “Are you gonna catch me or not?!” 
“Jimin!” Taehyung laughs with a wide grin, his tears of loneliness instantly being blinked away and replaced by tears of immense joy and relief. His best friend was here! 
“Come on already Tae!” Jimin stops running away to address his friend, hands on his hips with his feet wide apart, “You’re already bad at hide and seek, you can’t be bad at tag too!” 
“Oh yeah?! Watch!” Taehyung leaps onto his feet and twice the amount of laughter fills the air of the lush and sparkling garden. 
Staring in awe at the scene, your heart aches in happiness for your brother. So distracted by your studies and lessons, you must have neglected his own mental wellbeing. He must have been so lonely and sad and scared. What a relief it is to have Jimin visit him so suddenly and with such a bright smile too. You don’t know if you should be happy for your little brother or beg on your knees with apologies spilling from your lips because you were being such a horrible older sister. Swamped with emotions, you didn’t register the steady steps approaching you with the turning of wheels accompanying them. 
“I know what you’re thinking with that watery look in your eyes and I’m here to tell you to stop that right now!” a familiar, scolding voice speaks up beside you and you turn to see Jin dressed in a chef uniform, “You’re a great older sister to Taehyung and that’s why he didn’t want you to worry about him, now…” he turns to pick up a tray from the push cart beside him and offers it to you as you continue to stare in shock at his figure, “I’ve baked all your favourites so eat up!” he’s grinning from ear to ear at you and your own eyes water even more. Wordlessly, you take one of your favourite desserts from his offered tray and bite into it as your tears finally spill over to trail down your cheeks. 
“They’re as yummy as always,” you muse in between shy hiccups, trying your best to hold back your tears of joy and relief. Smiling warmly at you, Jin leans down and pulls you into a long, tight embrace. You savour his warmth and familiar scent of bread and sweet treats. Not only did you neglect Taehyung’s loneliness but your own too. How could you become a good queen from this, you almost laugh at yourself as you happily give Jin a squeeze of comfort. He’s really here! You’re so grateful but how…
Catching a glimpse over his broad shoulder, your blurred vision picks up Jungkook’s figure beside a garden statue. Blinking, your vision clears up and you watch Jungkook smiling at the scene before him. This must be his doing…
You give Jin another squeeze and mouth the words ‘thank you’ over his shoulder at Jungkook, who simply bows. 
On his lips, he mouths back, ‘Anything for my Queen’.
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NAVI. | THE PRINCE WITH THE UGLY HEART MLIST
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pangtasias-atelier · 11 months
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for my request I would like Corrin and Keaton to go to a restaurant and they eat something strange that causes increased hunger and weight gain.
Had like a ridiculously short outline and then had like 200 words for the longest time cause I didn't know what exactly to write lmao
And also was probably a little burnt out from writing but finally came back tot his and I hope you enjoy it! I always love writing about the furry bait characters asdfasvs
Warning: This is a fetish story!
“This place doesn’t seem that lively,” Seated in his chair, Keaton glances at the rest of the restaurant. The wolfskin doesn’t get a chance to see much, him and Corrin having a private, closed off room just for the two of them.
Corrin smiles at his husband from across the massively large banquet table that separates them. “It was pretty normal to me. It was packed even,” Corrin reads through the menu; all the plentiful options whet his appetite, his eldest brothers clearly knowledgeable when it comes to finer things.
The restaurant is a newer fascination in Izumo, the fine dining establishment having recently made a name for itself with its combined approach of cooking with magic; so much so, that the place had even caught the eyes of Ryoma and Xander, the couple then recommending the place to Corrin.
Which led to Corrin inviting Keaton to such a high end place, the wolfskin far from accustomed to such a thing. Though only now could they go to it with the restaurant being so far away from Valla, Corrin's earlier business in the still new and rebuilding Kohga allowing them just enough time to plan and make a reservation.
The reservation had been completely unnecessary, the staff and owner eager to have a third king at their establishment. Promptly rushed to their own spot, the two now wait to be further attended to after already being given a bevy of wines and other refreshments.
Keaton chugs down the glasses of wine left on his side; each cup that he sets his sight on doesn't last for long. "It's too clean in here," He grumbles. Reading the menu, the item is sideways in his hands.
"It's supposed to be clean, it is a restaurant after all. But, we should have some time for a little treasure hunt after dinner," Corrin sips at his drink, the sugary concoction mixed with enough citrus and acidity to balance it out to where he only comes close to wanting to pucker his lips.
"Alright! They better come back soon then, cause I'm-" The sliding door that separates them from the rest of the establishment suddenly opening immediately shuts Keaton up. The wolfskin perks up in his seat.
Despite neither having ordered food, their waiter walks in with two entire trays; he balances the expensive silverware without a trace of an issue, his face calm.
And another two servers enter the room shortly after him. Both of them also carrying well loaded trays, the table is promptly filled up by various meals by the three workers. The entire menu is handed to the two men, far too many plates to be eaten just between the two of them served without either even asking.
“The Archduke wished for you to enjoy ourselves after all you have done for Izumo. So, your entire meal will be complimentary as he wished. If you require anything else, simply write what you wish on this tome. Your request will show in the duplicate in our kitchen,” The waiters bow and take their leave.
The head waiter hands Corrin a small letter before he leaves. The thick parchment is embellished in several insignias, all similar in design with only minor differences in each as if the creator could not settle on a single design. Corrin pulls the tome away from Keaton’s eager self, the wolfskin amazed by such a feat of magic, and opens the letter left for him. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Keaton huffing to himself, slouched in his chair for a moment before he starts to dig in.I hope you’re enjoying the place so far. Aren’t you glad that I was cunning enough to know even you would come here? It is the place everyone’s talking about after all. Who can blame them when the food is truly amazing thanks to yours truly? I’ve got to keep up my good looks so I decided to research and test magically infused food to keep away those pesky pounds. It even makes everything taste better; I’m just that amazing! So, dig in and pig out! If you don’t take advantage of my generosity, you’ll really make a guy feel bad.
-The best Archduke ever, Izana
Corrin gently closes the letter back up. He places the letter onto the table next to the book.
“You’re shtill not eating?” Keaton asks with a full mouth.
Corrin’s attention is turned back to his husband, his eyes wide at the sight.
While Keaton has always been rather vulgar in, well everything, his eating habits are far from the best as well. But even then, his slobbish habits only became noteworthy at the end of each meal. Now, Keaton’s face is a canvas covered in art pieces of food. He has portions of various plates on his face from being unable to dedicate himself to eating just one at a time. Dribbles of orange sauce are on his left cheek next to specks of rice while his right cheek has some tomato sauce and small bits of ground beef. Keaton’s face even seems a bit more filled out; his angular cheekbones have a slight curve to them.
“I guess the food is great then,” Corrin feebly gestures at his own cheeks, wrists limp as he smiles at his husband.
But Keaton’s focus has already shifted back to the food in front of him. He reaches for whatever is in front of him, taking a few bites from the nearest plate before moving onto another and continuing the process.
“Oh well,” Corrin’s smile widens. He decides to enjoy the free banquet of food given to them; he looks at the options in front of him. There is so much food in front of him, far more food than he and Keaton could eat combined and even double that amount. He starts off a bit small by grabbing the bowl of shoyu ramen. The broth emits a faint hint of steam that brushes against his face. Corrin’s nose wrinkles at the moisture but he catches the homely, aromatic scent. His stomach grumbles at that moment. He digs into his meal without a second thought.
The umami flavor practically jumps into Corrin’s mouth the instant he plops a heavy bundle of noodles into his mouth after cooling it for a quick moment with his breath. He perks up in his chair, already straight posture becoming even more rigid as he sits up straight. Corrin’s eyes light up; his cheeks are stuffed full of noodles and some of the transparent, brown broth, but only for a moment since he barely chews more than a couple times before swallowing the deliciously, savory dish. He promptly goes back for another bite, also slurping down the broth to go with the noodles and toppings. Corrin doesn’t bother to stop and enjoy the food he devours, the finely cooked pieces of chicken and vegetables swiftly devoured with every heaping mouthful he eats.
“The food here is great,” Corrin huffs in between a mouthful after almost finishing the entire dish. His stomach now bloated, he doesn’t even notice it as he chugs down the rest of his ramen.
Keaton is in the exact same situation as Corrin; he only bothers to respond after he finally finishes his second dish. “Told ya,” Several other dishes around half eaten are littered around him, Keaton very much intending to come back around to them. Keaton’s figure is much more affected by the food. His distended belly pools forward. His black vest is taut against the firm little tummy. The fabric of his long sleeve button up is pulled up; the tiniest portion of his budding belly fat is visible, the pudgy little flab sticking out.
Corrin pays no attention to the rapid effects of the food on his waistline —an effect completely contrary to Izana’s claims— and Keaton does the very same; the two of them are so absorbed in their eating that they fail to realize their growing situation. Neither care with delicious food that’s far better than anything even the head royal Vallite chef can prepare right in front of them and in such high quantities as well, the two barely having made a dent into the entire spread of dishes. The food clearly researched and developed involving regular humans, the intended effects don’t work on Corrin or Keaton, Keaton a wolfskin and Corrin having far more dragon heritage compared to the generations diluted blood in his adoptive siblings. Food that is meant to be as non-fattening as equally as it is flavorful fails in the former aspect for the two; so much magic crammed into each and every meal reacts with the two’s genes to nullify the excessive calories, hundreds of calories in each bite. The food even exaggerates their appetites, neither able to be satisfied from the food and only left wanting more and more unlike everyone else along with instantly converting the far too excessive calories into generous pounds of lard.
The two happily eat without a care, both quickly packing on the pounds in what should take years.
Keaton still reaches for whatever he can get his hands on, proudly letting himself burp in between obscene mouthfuls of food that would never pass proper decorum like the rest of his behavior. He currently has three plates in front of him—a half eaten hearty, meaty steak, a loaded plate missing around a dozen of hors d'oeuvres, and a decadent cheesecake topped with fresh strawberries with a chunk missing from it, all clearly inspired by Cyrkensia’s lavish cuisine and lifestyle. Keaton uses his flabby arms to alternate between each dish. Arms that grow larger and more sluggish overtime with his excessive binging, not that Keaton pays much attention to his growth. His stomach does all the thinking for him, the churning, gurgling now sizable gut yearning for more. His stubby little tail excitedly wags despite his desperation. His tail seems even smaller with his more pronounced rear. Keaton’s earlier request for a chair without armrests to accommodate his energetic nature pays off, his fat ass already beginning to come close to seeping off the edges of his seat. His pants unknowingly unbuttoned a couple dozen pants ago, the button forcefully ejected onto the floor by his growing thighs and gut, his pants staring against his ass. His legs are just as impressive; the fabric is extra thin around his chunky thighs, the upper portions of his thighs somehow squeezed into the material despite the strained stitches. His stomach is now completely visible. Already only having a portion of his vest and shirt buttoned to show off his pecs, Keaton now instead shows off his rounded, portly breasts. The sides of his bountiful chest are still covered by the fabric, but the fleshy curvature of his heavy chest is visible. Most of his buttons are now gone, his attire holding onto the last of its kind; a singular button strains the best it can to keep the fabric together. The button digs into the upper crest of his gut, Keaton’s blubbery lower stomach free for viewing along with his navel.
Corrin is less far along in his growth. He has multiple plates in front of him that he intends to eat all of, but he goes one by one. Just finishing a plate practically overflowing with spicy curry, he only pats at his plump lips with a napkin before tearing into his next plate —a bowl filled with various cold, creamy ice cream topped with fruits and syrups that is only a stopping point before even more plates. Despite eating at a reserved rate considering the food’s unintended effects on him, Corrin has no hopes of stopping the weight that piles onto his twinkish frame; not that he has any thoughts about it in the first place, only caring about fulfilling his greedy, piggish desires. Corrin’s attire meant to fit snugly against his svelte yet built frame, the black material hugs every roll and curve that he has. His clothes only grow tighter as he eats more. The fabric slowly inches up higher and higher on his growing stomach, a once flat abdomen turning into a cute pudgy little tummy before becoming a full blown belly that still continues to fatten and grow as Corrin eats and eats. His belly is topped with a budding pair of breasts that strain his shirt; the fabric is wrinkled and scrunched from trying to wrap around Corrin’s girth. Corrin’s lower half is even more impressive however. His ass digs into the armrests, flab once grazing against the wood only for it to gain more heft to press against the furniture. Corrin’s tight pants fall down his ass, the material not stretchy enough to encompass all of him. His thighs take up the entirety of his chair, the two wide, doughy legs pressed up against each other. Bits of his flab escape the soft material of his pants, holes formed on the sides.
The furniture is clearly not made with such large patrons in mind, why would it be with food that should make it impossible to gain weight? The chairs hold the two growing occupants without a groan or a creak, but the limited space does make it harder for them. It makes it much harder for Corrin, the obese king slowly but surely growing fat enough to eventually become wedged in his chair. It doesn’t take too long for him, but the more cramped space is far back in the recesses of his mind much like the sound of fabric tearing and ripping. All he cares about is satisfying his insatiable hunger, needing and wanting to eat more of the delectable food. Keaton fares better despite weighing around a hundred pounds more. Absolutely bloated and past the quarter ton pounder mark, the morbidly obese wolfskin still happily eats away. Unfortunately for him, he comes close to finishing everything he can reach. Trying to reach for more after finishing his last round of dishes, Keaton slowly comes to his senses with a lack of more food getting crammed down his mouth. He slumps back in his chair, hands on his belly as he lets out a burp.
“Ough,” Keaton absentmindedly rubs at his belly. So tired yet hungry, he allows himself to catch his breath. Enjoying himself, he grumbles to himself. Not from his weight. No, he pouts as he realizes all the food is on Corrin’s side. “I guess I’ll be fair,” Keaton mutters to himself. His tail still waggles despite that. Chins smushing together as he looks down at himself, he grins. He gets a faceful of his own chest; the two blubbery water balloons for tits wobble as he gropes himself. Each moob fills up the palm of his hands and overflows them. The rest of his frame jiggles from the motion, his belly sloshing in his lap. What should be a massive and comfortable spot for someone to sit on with Keaton having such meaty thighs is completely overtaken by his massive stomach. His uncovered gut spreads across the enormity of his legs. Keaton’s belly even sags off the sides of his own thighs. His thighs completely take up the entire width of the chair and sag off the sides. His position is uncomfortable with his fat digging into the chair. His ass is also uncomfortable with it crammed against the backrest. Keaton’s enormity makes it so that he doesn't even look like he’s sitting on a chair, his flab covering up the small seat. He fixes his situation by standing up, a task that requires him to grip and push on the table to support himself. Despite still practically feeling famished, the food still somehow sits heavily in his gut. His clothes in tatters, Keaton huffs as he stands up. He grins at his still eating husband as he waddles his way around the banquet table to him.
But not before grabbing the book and scribbling a barely coherent sentence with his demand.
Corrin is completely stuck in his chair. Despite his trapped state and his tattered clothes, or most likely because of them, Corrin’s face is a vibrant red hue as he still eats his last plate —a platter originally stacked with a tower of donuts but is now only left with around half a dozen. His thighs are completely wedged in between the armrests, his blubbery flab flowing over the wood and the sides as well. The armrests are slightly bowed from all the weight. His stomach also overflows them, his gut resting atop his massive thighs. Corrin’s thighs have completely destroyed his pants; the legging-like attire is in tatters, the fabric simultaneously half littered on the floor and across his body. His ass is also exposed, the large rear wedged into his chair like the rest of him. And yet, Corrin still keeps eating the donuts, needing to eat even more now than when he first started.
His attention only shifts when he feels a heavy weight on him.
“Keaton, please,,,” Corrin whines.
Keaton waits for Corrin to come to his senses, all the food in front of Corrin now similarly eaten. He does press some of his weight on Corrin, his fat ankles tired from the walking and needing a bit of rest. He ignores the creaking of the chair, no furniture made with the intent to withstand around half a ton of men.
Keaton resting his gut on his husband, he also holds the very last donut in his hand. “You want it that badly?”
“Y-” Corrin’s response is muffled as Keaton shoves the maple flavored donut in his mouth. Corrin eats the entire donut, forced to devour it all at once.
“This shouldn’t,,,” Corrin whines as he comes to his senses. His face is still red however.
Keaton ignores Corrin’s whimpering and instead reaches to grab his husband. Hands on his thighs, Keaton gropes and pinches as much of Corrin he can reach. Though in his fervor he forgets about the creaking chair.
The two promptly come tumbling down to the floor. Corrin’s fall is cushioned by his blubbery ass, the large rear wobbling like the rest of his rotund self; Corrin also helps cushion Keaton, the fatter male’s lard pressed up against his own. The two simply stay like that for a moment, the two wheezing and panting.
They only get interrupted by their waiters returning with more food.
Clearly listening to Keaton’s demands of another round of everything on the menu and extra spontaneous creations from the chefs, they stop upon the sight of their now suddenly obese clients on the floor. So many rolls of flab pressed up against each other, the two resemble seals more than their former slim selves.
“Tch, who said,” Keaton rolls off of Corrin but struggles to get himself up, pinned by his gut while he tries to build enough momentum to roll onto his gut, “you could stop bringing food,” Keaton huffs as he manages to lie down on his stomach. He slowly gets himself up, pushing with all his might.
“Please, your food is just so good,” Getting up is much easier for Corrin but his gaze is focused away from the waiters and even the food. He rubs his gut in anticipation.
The waiters simply shrug before placing all the food on the table, not wishing to upset a client, much less a king. More waiters also come in, replacing the chairs with a more accommodating seating arrangement. Though the space is still restrictive; a shared booth between Keaton and Corrin is rather tight both width wise and table wise, their flab digging into the wood.
The two start digging into their food before their waiters can even close the door.
“Eating contest?” Keaton asks as he crams an entire sausage into his mouth.
Corrin chugs his soup even faster in response. “Mmhm,”
The two don’t even bother keeping tally on who eats what, the two obese men simply craving to satisfy their hungry appetites as they begin to eat and grow fatter again, Corrin and Keaton completely content.
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theofficersacademy · 10 months
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The dust has scarce settled following the Elementals taking their leave, but it turns out they’ve left behind one final gift for all of Garreg Mach:
A wondrous, illusory portal with the ability to take one to a world of make-believe where one’s imagination is the limit...
The catch? It only works for short periods of time, after which it will require a long pause between uses in order to fully recharge. The church, of course, already has the perfect use in mind for it. Now that they’ve no projectionist to launch them into the world of illusion, they are wanting for some manner in which to continue the tradition of these oft useful arena bouts.
Will you join the fray?
(... It’s completely optional, of course! I’m sure your grades & pay aren’t lacking for any extra credit... right...)
Welcome to another Arena! This will be a mini-event beginning June 16th that will allow members of the Officers Academy to test weapons and combat builds for their characters without the constraint of current masteries and skill ranks. As always, one of our goals with this event is to check that weapons and abilities work as designed, and to catch anything that might need further refinement before our next big event in August. It’s unlikely that we’ll catch everything that should be fixed, but there’s nothing wrong with a test run! As a thank you for helping us, there is one skill point waiting for anyone who participates, as long as your muse isn’t disqualified for inactivity!
How this event will work:
Sign up your muse here. Every muse will start with access to two pieces of equipment at D rank or lower, Beginner class mastery, or an event team prize. Please look at our Combat Manual or the Rank Chart to select your equipment.
You will also select one beginner class to start with, which will automatically grant your muse its class mastery ability without taking up an inventory slot. You can still choose other class masteries for your other two inventory slots if you would like, but whatever you choose for your class will influence whether or not your muse takes effective damage from certain weapons. Please note that if you should not select the class mastery as one of your equipment slots. For example, if you choose Myrmidon as your muse’s starting class, do NOT select Speed+ as one of your starting equipment. It will already be granted to you.
Combat arts do not take up an inventory slot and can be equipped permanently to ONE weapon per inventory selection. If you decide to have your muse bring an Iron Sword, they can also equip the combat art Wrath Strike, but if they also choose to bring a Steel Sword for their second inventory slot, Wrath Strike will only be allowed to be used with the Iron Sword until inventories are re-selected for the next round.
All participating muses will be randomized into teams of 4 or 5. Your teams will not be competing against each other at any point.
Your enemies will get stronger as you move through the tiers. But so will you! As you conquer each tier, your muse slowly unlocks access to higher-level weapons, abilities, and class skills. From the second battle onwards, you will have a chance to adjust your inventory as much as you’d like to be prepared for the next enemy or to simply try out a different build.
All dice rolls must be made in the TOA server using Dice Maiden. Each team will have their own thread to make dice rolls in and to message each other about arena threads or anything else pertaining to their specific team. This event is one where you will need to be in the server for rolling and communication purposes, but rest assured that this is only for the event and will never be required outside of it.
Lastly, the theme of this arena will be Shields and Breaks! The mod team intends to design enemies that will hurt, and will have a high KO rate. To balance this, muses who were KO’d at the end of their last battle will be automatically revived at 50% HP for the start of the next round if their team makes it through.
Signups will close at 11:59PM EST on June 15th so that we have time to sort teams. Let us know if you have any questions! Additionally, we will be taking volunteers to help us put together the combat documents and double-check team math each round. If interested, please fill out this form.
- The House Leaders
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gigglingtiggerv2 · 7 months
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Chapter Twenty Three: Crime and Punishment
Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character
Warnings / Tags: Angst / Smut / Gambling / Denial
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 2.5k
Summary: A continuation of Odin's stellar parenting skills.
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There were some advantages, Loki decided, to the absolute power of the AllFather.  At the very least, it did speed things along.  His trial had been hastily convened within the hour.  Although, the reading of the many and various charges levelled against him took nearly as long again.  Fortunately all that was expected of him was his acknowledgement of the offences.  
There was no ‘jury of his peers’, so the verdict of his guilt came from Odin alone.  That took a matter of moments, and surprised no one.  As for the sentencing, that took even less time, although a small ripple of shock ran through the assembled notaries when Odin called for his head.
It was at that point Jude had interrupted the solemn proceedings with an angry outburst of barely coherent expletives that under other circumstances he would probably have found amusing.  Once she’d been forcibly removed from the gallery, order was restored.  
The execution was swiftly scheduled for sunrise the following morning.  Loki did some quick calculations.  He’d lived for almost a thousand years, and in the same number of minutes the thread of that life would be abruptly severed.  There was a certain amount of pleasing symmetry to that, he decided.
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Jude edged cautiously around the massive golden door, “You sent for me?”
Frigga looked up from her embroidery and nodded, a smile immediately warming her features.  “Yes, my dear. Thank you for coming. I have something for you.”
“Did you manage to speak with Odin?  Has he changed his mind?”
The goddess gave a heavy sigh and her face fell.  “No, sadly his mind is made up and there is nothing I could say or do to move him.”
“So that’s it? You’re just going to give up on him?”
The look of pain that crossed Frigga’s face was almost enough to make Jude regret those words.  Almost.
The AllMother took a breath and settled her features back into their usual display of calm serenity before she answered.  “These events were put in motion long before you were born.”  She returned her attention to the silk embroidery in her lap.
Jude wanted to shake her.  “What are you doing?”
“Keeping my hands and my thoughts busy.”  She gave a smile, but the strain showed on her face.  “You should probably find a way to do the same.”  
Jude shook her head.  “I don’t understand how you can be so calm?  Aren’t you angry?  He’s your son!”
Frigga shook her head.  “There is a time to fight and a time to accept what must happen.  The threads of our lives are woven to a specific design.  We all have our part to play in the larger pattern.” She broke off the final thread of silk, and stroked the velvet fabric smooth before holding it out.  “This is for you.”
Jude looked at her in confusion. “What?”
“Now that you will be riding with the Hunt, you’ll need somewhere safe to keep your essentials.”
Wrong-footed, Jude accepted the gift with a weak smile and lopsided shrug, “Not sure I have anything to put in it.  I tend to travel light.”
“Eternity is a long time, I’m sure you’ll pick up some bits and pieces over the centuries.  The bag is enchanted, so it can carry whatever you need safely, will never weigh more than it does now, and no one can take it from you.”
“Handy.”  Jude paused with a frown.  “Wait, back up.  Eternity?”
Frigga smiled at her expression.  “A slight exaggeration perhaps, maybe not all eternity, but the power of the Hunt bestows near immortality on its chosen leader.”
Jude sat down with a thump.  “That… that’s a lot…”
Frigga gave her knee a gentle pat, “I can imagine it will take some getting used to. But I have every confidence you will adjust and thrive.”
“I don’t feel any different?”
“You haven’t fully accepted your chosen place.  When you do, you will know.”
“Can I choose not to accept?”
“Of course.  But why would you want to?”  Her eyes looked distant for a moment, her face softening, “I used to dream of riding with the Hunt when I was a child.  The freedom, the excitement.  The Hunt can never be constrained or compelled, it chooses its own path, follows its own quest.  None can stop it.”
Jude stared at her hands.  “It’s just that immortality… eternity… it sounds… lonely.”
“That depends on who you choose to share it with.”
Jude turned the bag over in her lap, her fingers gently stroking the rich fabric.  “Can I stuff Loki in here and smuggle him out?”
Frigga gave a soft chuckle.  “Sadly no.   I wish it were within my skill to create such an item, but it is not. This is designed to carry objects, not people. ”
“Not sure who I could put up with for eternity… or who could put up with me.  Most of my relationships barely survive a long weekend.”
“You will have your pick.  You can select your riders from the living or from the dead.  I have faith that you’ll find someone with whom you’ll wish to pass the centuries.  Someone to keep you entertained.”  She tilted her head, her eyes fixed on Jude’s face.
Feeling a weight lift, Jude nodded.  Ignoring all protocol, she flung her arms around the woman’s slender neck and gave her a fierce hug.  Planting a soft kiss on her cheek she whispered, “Thank you.”
Frigga returned the embrace and then gently set Jude back on her feet.  “Nonsense child,” she replied, “It’s just a bag.”
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Lost in a bleak reverie of the many choices he’d made during his life that had landed him in this cell, Loki raised his head in surprise when he realised he wasn’t alone.  Jude stood in front of the glowing barrier.  Odd that he hadn’t felt her approach?
Getting to his feet he felt a sad smile curve his lips.  “You’re still here!  I was sure that after your display during the trial, Odin would have insisted on your permanent removal from Asgard.”
Jude returned the smile and shrugged.  “Your brother interceded on my behalf.  I wouldn’t say Odin was thrilled at the idea of me remaining on his hallowed soil but he did agree to let me see you.”
Loki stepped back as the barrier between them hissed and then vanished.  “Ah, the traditional last meal for the condemned prisoner.  Odin always was a stickler for protocol.”
Jude chuckled as she entered the cell.  “I’ve been called worse. By you as I remember.”  Behind her the barrier re-ignited
“Yet another crime for which I should apologise.”  Determined not to let the mood become maudlin, he forced a smile and stepped closer, running his fingers through her hair.  “However shall we pass the hours?” he murmured.
“About that… I have a suggestion.”  She pulled a small box out of her bag.  “Your brother was kind enough to give me these.”
Loki took the pack of playing cards from her and turned them over in his hands.  “Cards, how thoughtful of him.” he remarked dryly. “I really must find a way to thank him properly.”
“Yes, I’m sure you have other suggestions, but I’m not that keen to put on a live floor show in front of an uninvited audience.”  Jude briefly swung round to glower at the guards.
Loki shrugged in agreement, “Cards it is then.  What shall we play?”
“Are you familiar with poker?”
“No, I’m afraid not.”
Jude grinned.  “Excellent.  That’ll make it even easier to take you for everything you own.”
Gesturing to the sparse cell Loki threw her a look of exaggerated apology.  “Sadly I find myself temporarily embarrassed.”
“I’ll take an IOU.  As of right now, you’re still Prince of Asgard, I’m sure your chits will be honoured.  And it’s not like you can take it with you.”  She winced and held up an apologetic hand.  “Too soon?”
Loki shook his head slowly.  The direct, if not to say brutal approach she was taking to his impending demise was oddly refreshing.  It was certainly preferable to the inevitably awkward small talk of them attempting to avoid the topic all night. And he would derive immense satisfaction from the look on Odin’s face when he learned that a sizable chunk of Asgardian wealth had been gifted to a mere Midgardian at cards.  
Not that he intended to lose.
“And what are you staking?” he asked as Jude expertly shuffled the deck.
“The clothes I stand up in.”
Loki felt a grin spread across his face for the first time since he’d returned to the realm.  This game was sounding more appealing by the second.
Jude raised a finger when she spotted the smile, “Just to warn you, people have a tendency to lose to me at cards.  It’s been my only reliable source of income over the years.  Though it has been getting harder to find people prepared to play me.”
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Two hours later Jude was the promissory owner of the seven bank accounts he’d opened on Midgard in anticipation of his victory, three pure bred stallions, a casket of jewels he’d been gifted on his name day, various works of art he’d collected over the years, a remote hunting lodge in Vannaheim and most of his wardrobe - including the ceremonial armour that had been in the royal family for generations and would send Odin into conniptions when he found out.
And due to some outrageously blatant cheating on his part, Jude was down to her pants and socks.  To be fair to her, she’d taken the dubious losses in good part, seeming quite comfortable to lounge almost naked on his bed, returning the barely concealed glances from the guards with her usual aggressive defiance.
Eventually, the guards grew bored of watching the game, or grew concerned that Jude’s state of undress would unsettle the occupants of the neighbouring cells and the settings were changed on the cell wall, transforming it into an opaque barrier.  Jude breathed an audible sigh of relief and gathered up the cards.  Once they’d been safely stowed away in her new bag she shuffled the significant stack of IOUs and held them out to Loki.  “Here, you can have these back.  I’ve never really been a ‘things’ person.  It wasn’t about the stuff.”
Loki shook his head, closing her fingers over the scraps of paper.  “No, I insist.  Although I will add the proviso that you use at least some of the money to buy yourself some decent underwear.  These are appalling,” he said, indicating the offending garment.
“They’re comfy.”
“They are the work of Surtr himself and if I see you in them again, I will spank you so hard you won’t be able to wear anything for a week.”
There was a moment of silence as they both acknowledged the reality that he wasn’t going to get another chance to see her in underwear of any description.  Then he shook off the mood, and pulled her into his lap.  “How shall we spend the remainder of the night, now that we have a little more privacy.”
“Well, as you said, I am your ceremonial last meal.” Jude stretched and wrapped her arms around his neck.   “Devour me!”
“I thought you’d never ask.”  Placing her gently on the bed he pulled away long enough to rip  his shirt over his head, then crawled up her body, settling into the cradle of her thighs with a sigh of relief.
For a long moment his lips ghosted over her, only his breath touching her, until she was arching beneath him, whining for more.  Achingly slowly he settled into the kiss, his mouth moving gently over hers as if they had all the time in the world.  Jude’s lips parted around a groan and he steadily explored deeper, sucking briefly on her tongue before drawing her lower lip between his teeth and nipping it gently.
She moaned as he broke the embrace, stripping away their remaining clothing, before covering her once again with his body.
Her fingers sank into his hair as he rubbed his face against her chest, growling into her skin.  Chilling his lips, he drew one nipple into his mouth, and Jude shrieked at his icy touch.
“Shhhh,” he murmured, moving across her chest to give its twin equal treatment.
“Is that barrier sound proof?” Jude asked, her voice hitching as his lips closed over the stiffened bud.
“No.” Loki replied, “Sadly not.”  His grin became darker, “So you need to stay very, very quiet or they might feel the need to come in here and rescue you from me.”
He then proceeded to do everything in his power to make keeping silent all but impossible.
Starting at her fingertips he worshipped her with his lips, whispering filthy words of lust and need deep into her skin before soothing them away with a kiss.  With inhuman patience he attended with equal care to every crease and curve until she was quivering like a plucked bow-string.
Only when her body had melted into a boneless pool of desire did he spread her thighs over his and pull her into his lap. 
“Don’t close your eyes,” he urged.  “I want to watch you come apart for me.”  She did as he requested and when those rich, amber eyes locked onto his, he felt the breath leave his body.  One armed wrapped around her back and the other around her hips he lowered her slowly onto his aching, throbbing erection, watching the bright flecks of arousal spark in her eyes. Once fully encased in her slick, molten depths he held her in place, enjoying the fluttering contractions around his shaft as she adjusted to the intrusion.
Hands braced on his shoulders Jude began to move steadily, the clutch and release of her cunt tearing at his self-control. 
Grasping her hips more firmly he tilted her body, changing the angle and began to thrust more firmly, the head of his cock slamming into that overly sensitive spot, deep inside her.  Her head fell back as she arched into the sensation and he tightened his fingers, giving her a little shake.  
“No, look at me,” he growled and with a groan she curved towards him, resting her forehead against his and maintaining his gaze.  Her eyes were dark with lust, her pupils ringed with gold.  Breath hissing from between clenched teeth, she whispered, “Please?”
Increasing the intensity of his thrusts until he was brutally hammering into her, he gritted his teeth.  “Come now!”  With a howl she convulsed around his shaft, her whole body shaking from the strength of her climax.
When he finally came, the orgasm started in his skin, every inch of his body quivering in release.  Then it sank deeper, growing more intense as it melted through his screaming muscles until every sensation pulled together, wrapping like a fist around his cock.  Gasping a barely coherent string of curses his seed exploded inside her, tipping her into a second climax before the first had even faded.
As conscious thought gradually returned he could feel salt tears on his cheeks, but couldn’t say for certain if they were hers or his.
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aajjks · 4 months
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TPOL!JK
tina contemplates sending a text to jaekuk about the matter and how she’s almost on the brink of tears but she knows how to fix this. if it’s you that’s the distraction, she knows the perfect way to set his eyes back on her. his weakness is too easy and she plans on exploiting it.
sure she could be a bit controlling, well, hella controlling. she’s almost worse than jungkook when it comes to controlling because in her eyes it’s her way or no way. she comes from a rich family where everything is delivered to her on a porcelain platter and jungkook is on one of those platters.
she should’ve guessed that jungkook knew his father sent her but again, if it’s you that’s the problem, then she’ll solve it with a little “girl talk.”
you text back:
sounds like a plan. is dessert included? 😏
and jungkook knows EXACTLY what you’re talking about. you were a bit hesitant on sending that text but you can’t lie and say you don’t miss the other talents jungkook possesses. you are a girl with needs after all. after sending that text, you get a message from an unknown number claiming to be ‘tina hwang’ well, her manager at least. the text reads that tina would like to meet with you and you’re a little nervous to speak with her considering she’s such a huge public figure.
you don’t really pay too much attention to the news about her, but her status is something not even the world can ignore. she’s that HUGE of a figure so you agree to meet up with her on your lunch break at your favorite coffee spot.
while you’re dressed in a business casual-look, she’s clothed in designer from head to toe even sporting a chanel bag. hell, you can smell the expensive louis vuitton perfume the moment she walked through the door.
“hi!” she says sweetly and you speak back.
“sorry i’m a little late”
“it’s okay. would you like anything to drink?”
“actually, yeah. let me look first” tina giggles and it’s a little awkward between the two of you. when the waiter comes, you both order your drinks and tina is the first to converse with you.
“so tell me about yourself, y/n”
“uhh, well i’m a dog mom?”
“aw really? i’m a dog mom too. mine is a yorkie”
“mine is a cane corso”
“aren’t those dogs dangerous?”
“everyone says that but he’s really sweet. listen, i don’t really think you reached out to me to talk about dogs so can you just be straight with me?”
“sure. it’s about jungkook”
“of course it is. what about him?”
“well…”
Tina smiles once again, yet her heart is burning with jealousy. How will she even keep her composure when she wants to strangle you right here right now.
“Umm.” She clears her throat trying her best to calm down. “I-I.. you’re dating him?” She asks, While she waits for your answer, she focuses on your features. “I must say you’re really pretty..” she bites her tongue.
That is not a lie, you are gorgeous. She can see why he would be attracted to you, but still what was it about you that got him begging you like that on his knees?
She knows Jungkook like the back of her hand, he’s not the one to beg for someone ever, especially not a girl. “Leave him.” She says suddenly, her smile falters.
In her mind, the image of him begging you on his knees haunts her, she starts to itch her arms, tracing her manicured hands over the skin.
“Make sure that you break his heart so that he can forget you. I’m sorry but I love him. I want him.” She takes a sip of her drink, her eyes settling on you. And then she notices something on your neck.
The birthstone necklace.
“He gave that to you, didn’t he?” She chuckles, her heart clenching. “Please just leave him. I can give you anything you want yn.”
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Jungkook returns to your house, and he greets your mother. “Hi Mrs L/N….” He bows, “have you talked to yn?” He feels so excited.
Ever since you sent him that text message he’s been unable to wait for you to come back home. The older woman looks at him says “no but she does call me around her lunch break, it’s almost time.” She smiles.
Jungkooks mouth forms into an ‘O’ shape and he nods. “Never mind, I’ll call her!” He smiles. “Have you eaten? and the medicines?”
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merrybrides · 1 year
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Should You Have a Groom’s Cake at Your Wedding?
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When it comes to wedding planning, the bride’s tastes and opinions are usually favored in the decision-making process. The groom generally allows the bride to take charge and make final decisions as far as the color palette, theme, and floral arrangements. This does not diminish the importance or consideration of the groom’s preferences, however. Often, grooms enjoy attending food tastings and making musical selections. The groom’s cake is another opportunity to showcase personality, such as highlighting his favorite sports team, movie, or even his car, in edible form.
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The groom’s cake is a Southern tradition and a very popular way to involve the groom in order to make him feel extra special. He will have a blast designing a confection that replicates something special to him, or make it a surprise for your groom and create one yourself. If you and your fiancé have not yet decided on including a groom’s cake, consider the following.
Does he want his own cake?
Some grooms love the idea of a groom’s cake and are excited with all the choices. Others might not have a sweet tooth or simply do not care for a personalized confection. If this is the case, you might want to come up with another way to create something especially for him or figure out another way to surprise him on the big day.
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Does he have a favorite flavor?
Let’s say he loves chocolate, but you and the majority of your guests like vanilla and that is was what was settled on for the wedding cake. If so, the groom’s cake is the perfect chance to treat him and allow him to indulge in his beloved peanut butter frosting.
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Is there something he strongly wants to showcase?
Maybe he wishes he could have incorporated his love of football into the wedding or have had the ability to bring his pet to the nuptials. Does he have a dream car or is he a die-hard college alumni? With a groom’s cake, he can fulfill his wish with a replica of anything he desires, and it will make for wonderful photos.
Will your attendees eat the extra cake?
Depending on the size of your guest list, you may feel that an additional cake is necessary. However, it might not be if your friends and loved ones aren’t the biggest cake fans. Before finalizing your decision, think about how much cake will be consumed and/or left over.
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Is the groom’s cake included in your spending limit?
Groom’s cakes can be pricey, especially ones with an intricate or lifelike design, as there are many intricate hand-formed details. Research some styles you like and discuss options with your cake designer to ultimately decide if a groom’s cake is the right choice for you.
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valenzuela36lin · 14 days
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A Review Of super fakes handbags replicas bag
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tothineownself · 2 months
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Hello, world!
Let me start out by saying I don’t really expect anyone to read this. I’m still debating whether or not I’m going to tag my posts here with anything. Things notoriously get lost in the Tumblr ecosystem and what I really want for this place to be is somewhere where I can think about myself and my sense of style and my frustrations with the fashion industry, effectively out loud, while also being forced to put my thoughts in an order that will make sense to other people. Hopefully this will help me to clarify things to myself too.
I did create this blog thinking that I wish there were someplace online that collects all the things I’ve been searching for over the past few weeks in one place. Things like how to figure out what style of clothes you like and shopping while fat and deciding what you want to invest in and how to choose clothes that you love that you will also be able to launder to last even though you have ADHD or some other mental health issue that makes doing laundry an insurmountable hill you have to climb several times a week. And don’t even think about dry cleaning. If I don’t tag it with anything, will it really serve this purpose? (I’ll ponder it.)
Okay, let’s pull back and talk about me a little bit. I want to remain as anonymous as possible here while still talking about my body and the clothes I wear or want to wear. I yearn for the days of Web 1.0 when your parents told you not to tell anyone online your A/S/L (age/sex/location for the young’uns), or even your first name. Yes, even if it’s a nickname. And certainly don’t send anyone a picture of yourself.
So. I’m a millennial librarian from the American South. (Whoops. I just told you my age AND my location, and my blog description tells you my gender. Huh.)
I am not a fashion expert. I did not study fashion design or merchandising or costuming or anything like that in school. I am just a normal person with an office job who has to wear clothing on her body to keep from getting arrested out in the world, and as I’ve gotten older I’ve decided that I want my clothing to reflect who I am inside. I want to wear clothes that I love, not clothes that I settled for, or clothes that my in-laws gave me. (There are three items of clothing they buy us for the holidays every year without fail. Socks, underwear, and a cardigan. As a result, I have not bought socks, underwear, or a cardigan in a very long time, even though they aren’t buying clothes for me with my input.)
I want to be intentional about what I wear. I want to put thought into it. I want it to reflect who I am.
And oh boy, do I want to talk about it.
Welcome!
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elizabethmspeers · 4 months
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Dream Homes: Houses for Sale in Pearland, TX, and Beyond
Are you prepared to set out on an exciting journey through Texas's dynamic and varied real estate market in search of your ideal home?
There's nowhere else to search!
Explore some of the most striking Greater Houston real estate listings, emphasizing houses for sale in Pearland. Explore the intriguing housing markets in Richmond, The Woodlands, and Houston, as well as the requirements to become a real estate broker in Houston.
A Slice of Suburban Paradise in Pearland
Pearland’s growth has been on a rampage. It’s the fastest-growing city in the Houston area, and it’s pretty packed with things for potential buyers. A blend of suburban peace and downtown fast-paced living is what makes Pearland unique. You won’t find it anywhere else.
Living options are all over the place! From cute townhouses to sharp condos and yard-full family homes, you have unlimited choices. And because real estate is booming here, you aren’t limited on any price point or anything like that.
A real estate agent will guide you every step of the way from managing paperwork to negotiating property prices and listing them.
Houses for Sale in Richmond, TX: A Tranquil Retreat
If you're looking for a serene environment Richmond could be the place to call home. It offers an escape from city life and is just a short drive away from Houston. The housing market in Richmond has something for everyone ranging from residences in maintained communities to charming family homes with picturesque views. Many people choose to settle because of its history, cozy atmosphere, and proximity to beautiful natural areas.
Houses for Sale in the Woodlands, TX: Nature Meets Luxury
If you're craving the perfect blend of urban convenience and natural beauty, look no further than The Woodlands, TX. Known for its meticulously planned communities and lush green spaces, this master-planned township offers an exceptional living experience.
The real estate market in The Woodlands is replete with elegant homes ranging from stylish condos to expansive luxury estates. This meticulously developed area is designed to provide a balance between community life, modern amenities, and an appreciation for the environment.
Houses for Sale in Houston, Texas: The Heart of Opportunity
Naturally, understanding Houston would be necessary before delving into the housing market. Houston provides an array of housing options that cater to preferences. From lofts in the heart of the city to spacious suburban homes. It also boasts a job market. Represents an exceptional fusion of cultures. Given the diverse real estate market, in Houston buyers will greatly benefit from the expertise of a real estate agent who can guide them through various neighborhoods and help them find their dream home that suits their specific needs.
Role of a Houston Real Estate Broker
When searching for houses for sale in Pearland, Texas, Richmond, Texas, The Woodlands, Texas, or any other area of Houston, a knowledgeable real estate broker can make a big difference. Here are some factors because of which they are necessary:
Local Knowledge:
A knowledgeable Houston real estate broker is knowledgeable about the city's housing market, including its neighborhoods, real estate prices, and the most current advancements.
Networking:
Brokers have a large network of contacts, which may allow them to introduce you to off-market opportunities and exclusive real estate listings that you might not otherwise find.
Negotiation Skills:
An essential part of real estate transactions is negotiating the best possible price. A knowledgeable broker will make sure the buyer’s investment is well-valued and used to their complete benefit.
Paperwork and Legalities:
Real estate transactions come with a significant amount of paperwork and legalities. A professional broker will ensure all documentation is in order and that your interests are protected throughout the process.
Time Savings:
Purchasing a house can be a drawn-out procedure. By streamlining the search, a broker can help buyers save valuable time and precious energy.
Market Analysis:
Brokers can provide valuable insights into market conditions, helping you make informed decisions.
Choosing Your Dream Home
After knowing about the booming real estate markets in Pearland, Richmond, The Woodlands, and Houston, it's time to start your house-hunting adventure. Consider the following when selecting your dream house:
Budget:
Establish and adhere to a budget. Over time, this can assist purchasers in limiting their options and avoiding debt.
Must-Have Features:
Make a list of non-negotiable features and amenities, such as the number of bedrooms, yard size, and proximity to schools and work.
Preferred Location:
Consider the location carefully. Proximity to work, schools, medical facilities, and entertainment can greatly impact your daily life.
Future Needs:
Think about your long-term plans. Will your new home accommodate your growing family or changing lifestyle in the coming years?
Resale Value:
Establish the potential value of the property for resale. Since real estate is an investment, it is imperative to take future appreciation into account.
Inspection:
Don't skip the inspection process. A thorough examination can reveal hidden issues that may not be apparent during a simple walkthrough.
Conclusion
Discovering your ideal house amidst the vast real estate market can be a thrilling journey. There are many options in the Greater Houston area, with their own distinct charm and personality, including areas of Pearland, Richmond, The Woodlands, and Houston.
Recall that having a knowledgeable Houston real estate broker by your side can make the process of looking for homes for sale in Pearland, Texas, or any of these areas easier and guarantee that you locate a property that not only suits your needs but also your lifestyle and price range.
So, take a risk-free approach to this exciting journey and let your dream house in the heart of Texas come true. Your ideal home awaits, whether you're drawn to the bustling opportunities of Houston, the peaceful retreat of Richmond, the harmony of nature and luxury in The Woodlands, or the suburban allure of Pearland. Begin the search today and make the goal of becoming a homeowner a reality.
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allthingsdarkanddirty · 5 months
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 COVER REVEALWe are thrilled to reveal this gorgeous cover for THE BILLIONAIRE AND THE MAID by S.E. Rose coming December 14th!  
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ABOUT THE BOOK A small-town maid who is trying to live her dream. A playboy billionaire who needs a fake girlfriend. And a holiday gala that is about to make things complicated.
Ella Foster takes a job as a maid for a billionaire family. Her real goal – to finish her degree and start her own design firm. She hasn’t had it easy after the death of her father. Unlike her stepsisters, Ella has had to work for everything. But she’s determined to make her dreams come true. There’s just one small hiccup…the priceless vase she broke while cleaning the house of the richest family in town.
Chase Marino has never wanted for anything. While the world sees him as the playboy grandson of one of the most famous shoe designers in the world, he secretly wants to explore his own design dreams. He’s working on a plan to do just that once he takes over the family’s company. That is until his father gives him an ultimatum. Settle down and find a girlfriend or lose his birthright as CEO of the company. And to make matters worse, he has less than four weeks to do it.
Chase gives Ella an offer she can’t refuse – be his fake girlfriend for a month and he’ll hide the fact that she destroyed his mother’s favorite vase.
Ella’s determined to put up with the annoying Chase Marino so that her dreams aren’t dashed, but she soon learns there’s more to him than the tainted image she sees online. Could he be more prince charming than spoiled playboy? And can Chase keep himself from falling for the fairytale-loving woman who seems so familiar to him?
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