Dance Party
König x Ghost x Reader
Your boyfriends don't dance, but that won't stop you from trying to convince them anyway :)
Warnings/tags: Drinking, unedited nonsense, but otherwise none really. Simon is forced to have fun because I said so. König tries to get you to headbang while drunk. Good stuff. This is just a fun one I thought of while listening to Rasputin because who wouldn't look hot as hell dancing to that
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"Woo!" you cheer as Soap spins dramatically, dancing phenomenally badly between you and Gaz while you all laugh, drinks in hand.
The team has the next few days off, so of course you and Soap made a liquor run and Gaz set up his speaker, and the three of you are having a blast in the common room.
Soap cheers, stumbling backwards a bit as he takes another heavy swig of his glass. You catch him with a giggle as you both spin to Gaz.
"Come on, Gaz, I know you can dance, let's go!"
He laughs, placing his drink down. "If you insist."
He bows dramatically before hitting a move perfectly on beat, spinning and tapping his feet in a complicated freestyle that has you and Soap howling his name. "Gaz, Gaz, Gaz, YEAHHH!"
He laughs as the song ends, picking up his drink again, and the three of you turn to the couch shoved up to the wall where a few others sit watching you three.
"Price!" you call, running over as your captain shakes his head emphatically. "Come on, I bet there's a great dancer hiding under there, let's go."
He glares at you, but Soap and Gaz are already on either side of him, pulling him to his feet and to the center of your little dancefloor. "Come on, Captain," Gaz pleads. "Give us a little something."
Price groans, bouncing his shoulders a bit and waving his fists to the beat.
"Fucking beautiful," Soap slurs, swaying into Gaz. You both steady the Sergeant, and Price takes the opportunity to slip from the room. You'll probably get reprimanded tomorrow, but it was worth it.
"Aww," you whine. "No one's dancing."
The only person left on the couch now is König, who has been nursing a bottle and keeping an eye on you the whole night. Simon never comes to these things.
You pout, making your way over to flop on the couch. "Köniiiig. Dance with me."
He shakes his head, one hand catching your drink before you accidentally dump it into his lap.
You hear your name being called and notice the music has been turned off. Soap is gone somewhere, probably to a bathroom, and Gaz has hoisted his speaker up over his shoulder. "I'm turning in for the night." He gives you both a nod, smiling. "See ya tomorrow."
He leaves and you sigh, sinking into the cushions. "I wanted to dance a bit more."
König shrugs, gently pulling your drink out of your hand. "Let's get you back."
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As soon as König places you down in the entryway you giggle, running to the counter to pull your phone out. You look back over your shoulder, grinning at him standing there with his arms crossed.
You press play and spin around fully, clasping your hands behind your back as you saunter over to him. The music bounces off the walls, and you already feel your shoulders and hips swaying as you grab his forearms and pull them down. "Dance with me."
He glances to the side, the muscles in his neck tensing.
"König, there's no one else here. Just for a bit?"
You frown, watching him tilt his head back with a dramatic groan. "Fine. But not to this."
He walks over to turn your phone off, pulling out his own and cranking the volume up with a smile. "This is much better."
He presses play and his phone booms, the sound of his metal playlist thundering around the room.
"König," you laugh, "I am wayyy too drunk to be headbanging right now."
"You wanted me to dance."
"Yes, but," you trail off as he pulls you in by your hips, quirking an eyebrow up at you. "Ok, just a few songs and then we slow down."
He smirks. "Deal."
Before you can react he pulls you in tight, bouncing on his heels with a laugh as he drops his body to the beat, pausing with you just above the floor. You scream, slamming a palm over your mouth as he pulls you up again. "Too much?"
"A little."
He nods. "Sorry. How about this?"
He pulls you up to wrap your legs around his waist, giving him the freedom to bounce and swing his body however he wants, headbanging over your shoulder.
You can't help it, you burst out in a loud guffaw.
He slows a bit, laughing too. "What's so funny?"
"I'm not even dancing," you pant. "I'm just along for the ride."
He swings his head back and forth to a harder riff, hair flying around his face. "Still counts," he yells.
"No it doesnnnnn't!" You screech, clinging to him as he throws his body back and forth again, both of you cackling together as he spins.
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He does stick to his word, though, and puts you down to change it after a few songs. His face is flushed, and his grin splits his face in a way that would be borderline terrifying if you didn't love him so much.
You turn it back to your trashy party tunes, promising him you two can dance to his playlist when you're a bit more sober.
With a flourish, you spin and jump across the kitchen to him, pulling his hands over your hips. "Now we can both dance."
He huffs. "We just were."
You wave your hips back and forth, but he doesn't move, just chewing his lip a bit.
"Come on," you soothe. "It's just like what we were doing before but my feet are on the ground this time. Don't think about it too much."
He makes a nervous little sound in his throat but lets you sway him, lifting his hand to spin under him before pulling him close again. "See? I'm already a shitty dancer, you can't embarrass yourself any more than I can."
"We'll see about that."
"Will we now?"
He smirks, his hands tightening as he starts to really dance with you, bouncing to the beat and spinning with you clamped to his chest. You're too drunk to do anything more complicated than that, but he seems to enjoy himself anyway, laughing as you get more and more excited, practically jumping up and down in front of him.
The gravelly sound of a throat being cleared pulls you both out of it, and you turn to see Simon walk into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
Oh no, was he trying to sleep?
You open your mouth to apologize, but König is already grinning above you. "Simon!" he calls, jumping over to the disgruntled Brit. "Come dance with us."
Simon levels him with a signature glare, only to grunt in surprise as König bends over, throwing Simon over his shoulder and careening to the center of the kitchen before putting him down.
You freeze, holding your breath and ready to intervene.
Then Simon Riley laughs.
Not a chuckle. Not a snort.
Simon fucking Riley looks up at König's reddened face and wild hair and laughs, a roughened rush of air you'd never heard his lungs make before, and you hope you hear again.
You breathe a sigh of relief, leaning against the counter to catch your breath as you watch König take charge, spinning the pair around and waving his body, making the other man smile. Simon doesn't sway at all, but he lets König lead him around the room, clasping their hands together in a dramatic march before the Austrian throws their hands up and spins under them.
König giggles, spinning again before stumbling to the side.
Immediately Simon is catching him, hoisting him up against his chest with a shake of his head.
"Alright, time for bed, big guy."
König leans his head back to wink at you upside down. "I knew he was a dancer."
You give him a proud thumbs up, watching him flip back over to give the Brit a loud kiss on his cheek.
It's the first time you've ever seen Simon blush.
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KINGS + SUITS
At AEW Double or Nothing FanFest, wrestling fans have the opportunity to do meet & greets with different wrestlers, which includes getting their picture taken and autographs. The prints autographed by wrestlers have always been the wrestlers on a playing card graphic, and every year the suits, as well as letter or number, may change.
This year (2023), some of the wrestlers were as follows:
Hangman Adam Page, King of Spades ♠
Adam Cole, King of Hearts ♥
Jon Moxley, King of Clubs ♣*
Orange Cassidy, King of Diamonds ♦
*The rest of the Blackpool Combat Club were also King of Clubs this year, and last year they all had the same letter and suit as well.
Other notable playing cards were Wardlow as the 3 of Diamonds and Toni Storm as the Queen of Clubs.
I believe the chosen cards fit these 4 men very well this year. I like the idea that Orange is a man with a "dangerous occupation," as he is the one with the championship that he's defended many times over, and he is struggling with it. Should also note that the cartomancy for King of Diamonds specified "a blond man" and that he is "considered very attractive by women," which makes me laugh because. True.
The King of Hearts mentioned that he has followers that respect him due to his achievements and his actions. Both babyface Cole and heel Cole are powerful forces to be reckoned with, and he often has others at his side. And he always believes in himself.
Mox's card hits all the fine points of a durable king. Strong, confident, determined, powerful. He took charge the day he showed up in AEW, and he's had the division in a chokehold for a very long time. This extends to the BCC as a whole as well. They make things happen.
And lastly, Hangman. Though he's not often believed himself powerful, he and his friends paved the way for AEW. Now reunited with the Elite, he is at the top of the mountain. He IS the authority, as proven by the fact that he alone addressed the BCC and challenged them to Anarchy at the Arena. If it wasn't for his feud with Mox, the Elite wouldn't even be in the mess they're in. He is the one calling the shots, and he has finally taken control of his own life.
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why i support erik x christine instead of raoul x christine
Raoul was a typical rich spoiled pretty boy which got on my nerves real fast
that one dressing room scene where Christine tells Raoul no and he doesn't take that as an answer
Raoul didn't need Christine as much as Erik did. Raoul came from a privileged family, whereas Erik had an abusive, neglectful childhood. Erik only became unhealthily fixated on Christine because he never received any affection or good relationships, causing him to become clingy. (Being this obsessive isn't healthy, i know. But Erik has a bit of a reason.) Christine is Erik's coping method.
Christine goes to Raoul with her worries about the Phantom, but he dismisses Christine's issues as delusions and tries to avoid them. Christine has trust in Raoul but he carelessly ignores her problem until it's nearly too late.
Christine is Erik's number one priority, more so, it seems, than Raoul. Raoul was still in love with Christine, but Raoul gives off this vibe that sounds like "I'm fancy, marry me and I'll whisk you away into the upper class society, where you can learn to be privileged and snobby" and Erik's vibe is more like "girl you should embrace your musical talent and fucking s h i n e on that stage, singggggg"
Erik can write music, play an organ, and sing. Christine belts out amazing opera high notes. They're a power duo!
Erik and Christine can help each other excel. Erik can tell her "embrace your talent, be a star" and Christine can tell him "you don't have to hide forever, embrace YOUR talent, you're more than your scars"
you can tell I'm a crazy shipper
Erik can write and play music, sing, ride a gondola in an underground cavern hideout, sword fight, and do amazing cape tosses. Tf can Raoul do? Brush his hair?
Erik is starved of affection and care. Maybe it's my inner mom-friend energy, but when they kissed and he literally cried? It just seemed so perfect and meaningful. I just wanna hug the poor guy
Raoul told Christine he'd protect her, and then he fucking fell asleep. He had one job!
Raoul ran off during the masquerade scene, like bruh if the phantom had been there to kill her she would have been dead before Raoul got back
Overall, I understand the meaning of the original plot, and Raoul truly is less toxic. But y'all can't look me in my musical theater eyes and tell me you actually like Raoul. Like, actually.
somewhere in your subconscious is erik x christine, I can sense it
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