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𝐀 𝐏 𝐑 𝐈 𝐂 𝐈 𝐓 𝐘 — 𝟏

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pairing. min yoongi x female reader (oc)

genre. arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, eventual smut

w. mention of parent death,overthinking ; anxiety, smoking, yoongi falls sick; he's confused; fluff?

wc. 10k 🤕

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The voices in his head refuse to shut up.

He's driving back home, but his wish to lie in bed has long faded. A bitter taste lies on his tongue for now, constantly feeling the bile rise up to his throat and making him want to puke out.

The wind flushing against his skin is freezing cold; but he doesn't think of the cold or the autumn wind now. Neither the smell of stir fried Kimchi nor the smell of fried chicken or the snacks and meals, for he's passing through the streets of Seoul right now, a starless, dark night.

But the smell of fried Kimchi pancakes seems to have paused his flurry of thoughts, if anything, the smell: the smell itself provides a small comfort to him. If it would've been some other day, he thinks, Jeongguk might've dragged him here and made him eat till they belched and slept with full, happy stomachs. It wasn't often that he used to visit the streets or pass by them; and neither was it often when he used to eat out. But if by any chance it'd be an outing, or a random pass-by the streets, with Jeongguk , he'd know that he's not gonna return home with an empty stomach.

That kid had a bottomless appetite and seeing how enthusiastic he was about his food made Yoongi feel full.

Yeah, he was invited to dinner meetings all the time, but the familiarity of a homely place like such where one didn't have to pretend, to be prideful or maintain fine airs about them, or couldn't burp or sigh at the taste of the delicious food, was not it. Or could wipe your runny nose at the spicy seasoning floating through your taste buds. Something as mundane as chewing felt like a sin in such places.

They're meant to be just for business. Nothing else.

But here, you can curse and swear with soju running raw in your blood, enjoy the local cuisine market on screen with elderly uncles; letting yourself free without any worries for tomorrow. A place where you weren't monitored all the time; or were expected to behave; a place like such, Yoongi realized, he cannot recall if he had recently visited.

A very strange sense of nostalgia washes over him.

A very weird one. He didn't know if such nostalgia was supposed to feel this intense, not when he has memories floating in front of his eyes.

He almost feels like he's seeing everything in front of him. He doesn't realize his pupils are shaking wildly because it's all the memories which are flooding in his system, the memories which he has already buried within the cobwebs of a dungeon in his heart and never wants to pull them out. His throat feels dry, and even a huge gulp of saliva doesn't help.

It's funny how tight situations can have variations too.

He feels the taste fresh in his mind, his mouth. The taste of flesh against his own mouth, rough and inexperienced, hot and needy. So hot, so raw, the breath and the bitterness of coffee his own tastebuds tasted as his warm muscle sneaked into the cavern, wet and warm, full of smokey eagerness: he had wished the night never to stop.

He did not want the night to break to dawn.

His first kiss.

Funny, because the younger him had drowned in the feeling, and the feelings, the raw actions were seemingly reciprocated with such urgency, that his own hands were restless, roaming all over where they could reach the soft, warm flesh,and how he wanted that time never to end. His veins were caught in a fire he burnt himself in, a burn which has left scars forever in their wake.

Once started, everything has its end destined in the pathway.

Daegu. A similar, very similar fast food street. In between the dark, damp walls where the rotten leftovers were left to the scavengers,were possibly dumped, the smell so pungent and foul, a place so dimly lit, but the flames inside his heart were bright enough to burn the whole place.

He hadn't thought of how terrible the place was, or how it grossed him out now. The memory of the place is hazy, just as fragments of burnt paper, but the feelings still coursed through his veins like hot iron. And so the blurred lights of the stalls merge with his sight now to his memory, and suddenly, it stops.

The nostalgia felt like the dust flying in a hot summer noon, like the loo, which everyone tries to avoid.

And the tightness in his chest isn't nearly as tight as it used to be all the times the memories flooded him.

He doesn't really like nostalgia. It is a feeling which always hangs within your memories, a strange emotion which always leaves a trail of melancholy behind it, no matter how good the nostalgia might feel to be. No: there's always a feeling, ratther, a question in your mind about what if. A desire to live a life based on the past, totally ignoring how good your present can be.

Humans are never really happy with whatever they own, because suddenly they know the worth after it's already too late. You can only mourn.

But not anymore, though.

" Yoongi? "

Broken from his trance, Yoongi looks to the source of the voice. Even before looking at the person he knows it's him through the smooth, steady voice. An unfairly proportioned, carved-by-the-god-who-took-her-time face, with curious, bright almond eyes almost covered with black, fluffy tresses of hair greets him.

Ah, yes, he has to crane his neck up to look at the man.

Kim Seokjin.

Kim Seokjin, his senior, and one of his bestest business partners one can ever wish for. A friend he always looked up at. (quite literally?) The CEO of Kim Corp., Seokjin might be a man better visioned, more experienced, more thorough, and even more free-minded than Yoongi is, with a sense of humor enough to make you wheeze till tears on a gloomy day, or even annoy you at your best. An unfairly handsome man who seemed to age backwards and maybe could accidentally be casted to any movie and you won't even catch him slip.

One of the bestest friends you could ask for.

Yoongi found himself smiling at him more widely than he was used to.

"Hyung. "

The older man's eyebrows shoot up at the sky. Sure, he has seen Yoongi smile, or try his hardest to feign to do so too, but oh boy. You don't see Min Yoongi grinning at you often, for why the grin seems a bit too genuine ( mind you, he was more than happy to see him smiling like that. A smile which he feels can brighten up anyone's day.) : a smile which somehow made the cheese tteokbokki resting in his tummy dance, but well...

For now, all he does is offer the plate of cheese corn dog, piping hot towards the grinning man, silently urging him to take one.

“I'm sure my eyes don't spread misinformation, but is this really Min Yoongi whom I'm seeing here at this street, standing here, letting the world look for free?”

"I definitely cannot tell you about your eyes, if you offer your corn dogs to every stranger you meet on the street...so I can't really tell if it's anything to you, though. ''

Yoongi shrugs, and Seokjin rolls his eyes, wrapping his free arm around Yoongi's smaller figure with a snort, leading him to the stalls nearby, but not before flooding him with a river of questions to Yoongi who occasionally answers one or two.

“Jokes aside, I can tell you have a lot to tell me. Hey, don't gimme that weird stare: that works only with your officials. Tell me more, and all that can happen above a nice platter of crispy fresh kimchijeon, ha, the aroma!”

And Yoongi had no chance but to comply. Above all, he was thankful to have such a jouvial company at such a night.

“You gotta be shitting my dick.”

Seokjin audibly chokes on the bite of his crispy pancake, and with a muffled cough, looks up at Yoongi. He again has one of his expressionless façade on his face, and Seokjin just maybe needs some time to process the why's and how's of questions popping in his head.

“I'd rather prefer a toilet.”

Yoongi says that almost nonchalantly, as if he's discussing how hot Seoul is. Unbelievable, but so Yoongi of him, he thinks. He shallows down his food, and presses his lips to a straight line, which screams that if you don't tell me right now...

and Yoongi knew that look way too well.

But however, again it surprises Yoongi himself again as all that he does is to shrug with a smug face and the man opposite him visibly frowns with his jaw open.

" Yoongi, my dude, you're getting married. You're getting married ! That too, all of a sudd— ”

Seokjin puts down his chopsticks to the plate, shaking his head as he gulps his food down. Shit, he was nearly choking on his rice..

“You- you're on the top among the powerful bachelors of South Korea, " Seokjin emphasizes with a click to his chopsticks, pointing it towards the man in the question.

“The last time I was told the stats, a certain Kim Seokjin was on the top, actually..”

Yoongi shrugs again, raising his brows with a playful smirk which only infuriates the man opposite to him. With the same energy, Yoongi clicks the chopsticks back, making a small circle in the air with the edge.

“It's you, actually..”

"Hey, that's not at all what I meant! "

Seokjin’s voice is full of excitement, pitched to the extent that Yoongi slightly flinches at the intensity. It's high enough for the customers beside their tables to peer curiously at them, some frowning or some chuckling. Seokjin visibly flushes, and Yoongi has his lips pressed to a thin line now. He's trying his hardest not to cackle, and the older man looks like he's trying to spot a place to bury his grave and sink in.

Seokjin quickly snatches away a napkin to divert the attention, clearing his throat and wiping his grease smeared mouth with the napkin.

And then, with a far more hushed tone, he continues.

"Wanting to know about your tea was a bluff bro, a bluff ! It's not often I see you in a casual sweatshirt and jeans. It's not often I see Min Yoongi in front of me snacking on Yachaejeon like the good ol times. I just wanted you to eat.

To spend time with me. To gain some weight because you're skinny. Because you don't eat. I just thought we'd be either heading home sober, catching up with what we've left behind or get wasted on a bar stall later at night, but you dropping a bomb like that wasn't it!"

“You're not calling my marriage 'your tea', are you, hyung?”

Yoongi's eyes are now narrowed to slits, almost like a cat’s when he's about to pounce on you, throwing daggers to Seokjin's way, who just nervously laughs, cheeks flushed a deep shade of red.

"Definitely not, my dongsaeng, haha.. All what I was saying......is, that if it hadn't been our fateful meeting, would I have ever even known about this te— errr, your marriage? "

Yoongi shugs again.

"Don't think so. Word spreads fast. Mr. Kim hangs out often with the old man, so even if not, I was sure to be expecting your cheeky ass at my wedding, though. "

Yoonngi casually takes a sip of his soda, swirling the can in his hands to fizz it up, but soon realizes it has been a grave mistake to have said this to Seokjin who looks so shocked, almost to the point he sees his large, curious eyes glossy with fake emotion.

"This just proved you don't care about your hyung anymore."

Seokjin croaks, wiping the non existent tears from his cheeks. He almost looks like a dejected hamster, Yoongi thinks, but keeps that to himself. Yoongi is about to respond, when Seokjin suddenly scoots closer to him, and almost squeaks. He was almost lured to think that Seokjin was offended, but the mischievous glint in his eyes tell otherwise.

"Tell me, have you seen them already or not? Or shared a text? "

"I met her in person today itself, some few hours ago. I kid you not, hyung, don't- don't stare at me like that,” he quickly retorts as he sees how Seokjin's eyes widen comically, a thick eyebrow arching, “Your eyes shall pop out of your sockets if you do so. "

But just as soon, Yoongi watches his expressions go devoid of any amusement, exactly as he sees him during the office hours. Like the CEO Kim everyone knows and shits in fear, too.

Still not as serious as that, because the glint still sparkles in his eyes and food is stuffed in mouth, making his cheeks squish out as he chews noisily.

" Tell me, what is she like? "

RECEIVED : 8:20 AM

seokjin hyung : Another day, another slay 🔥

wake up lazy cat

bruh

…

RECEIVED : 8:35 AM

hey plz check i sent some money to u. get some food ur skinny

SEEN 8:35 AM

me : it's not there

RECEIVED 8:40 AM

seokjin hyung : HA

HELL OF A MEAN GUY YOU'D CHECK ONLY FOR MONEY! 💔

SEEN 8:45 AM

me : i’m a businessman for a reason.

RECEIVED 8:45 AM

seokjin hyung : rude (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

SEEN 8:58 AM

me : 👍

RECEIVED 8:58 AM

seokjin hyung : i hope u haven't forgotten abt our deal

SEEN 9:20 AM

RECEIVED 9:20 AM

seokjin hyung : what.

DELIVERED 10:00 AM

me : o yea i forgo

Yoongi makes a small tsk as his fingers accidentally tap on the send option, without him getting the chance to type the last "t".

And it somehow surprises him, because Seokjin, who replies within seconds, hasn't responded back, yet, and already two minutes have passed.. suddenly, a ping makes him look back to his screen and surprisingly the sound came from the talkie on his desk , now ringing continuously.

He receives the call, and is greeted by the crisp voice of his secretary. However, he's quick to recognise the distaste in his voice, too. But he doesn't press on it, because as far his voice is normally just as professional as he usually maintains, and is good at it. His voice is crisp, but Yoongi can read the irritation well-hidden behind it.

" Good morning, Mr. Min. May I let you know your schedule for today?”

“Well, Jeon, I suppose you know better?"

With a quick hum, Yoongi now sees the tabulated form of his schedule on his laptop screen. Cool, just as he thought it would be.

Another meeting with the designer group Jung's for the winter fashion week collaboration, which should end by almost 11:45, or max 12.

Okay. One excursion to the base point of d-7 duplex. Should stretch till 12:30, alright, another visit to the sketching department to see the collaboration work in progress, and the estimated time for visual sketches is done already? Impressive. Reviewing these would take his most time, as he is supposed to be commenting on them all before the designs are confirmed for the higher base project.

Maybe that's one of his favorite things to do, because he loves to see the raw skills float in front of him, the passion in their explanations, such young aspiring artists blooming with their artwork, and the creativity in their visualization of the ideas he could only admire as outfits.

He's glad to have such skilled visual artists as the roots of d-7,which he hopes he can express his gratitude once apart from a way other than just paying them wages..

Visual designing may seem easy, but there's really nothing in this world called easy.

Visual des-

“after years of applying and getting rejected, it was the last chance for me to be finally a visual designer for Valentino,which despite having many limitations,is the star of my dreams; only if I could attend the event at Singapore past this month, which on my presence, would approve me for so in the last streak. But past this month....”

His mind wanders back to your sweet face. That was random. The sadness and the helplessness laced within your voice made him close his eyes, and just again, he feels as if he's back to yesterday on the balcony at the Park's, with you standing beside him...

“That chick would be lured in here to design for us, without any further queries. "

The sudden, bitter voice makes him snap his eyes open, focusing back to the screen. He couldn't just..

What's this?

13:00

Lunch with Mr. Old Min.

His first instinct is to call Jeongguk right away, and ask whatever the fuck is this.

Does that old bastard think that any circumstance like this would make him desirable enough to be seen daily? He can barely stand him for a few minutes, now, for lunch? It's not like he actually has ever maintained the ‘ideal’ father status ever even now or back when Yoongi was a kid.

Ha.

And for what, prey? If it's about any bullshit he spoke about yesterday, he wasn't sure if he could bear it anymore.

Yoongi wasn't sure if his suspicions were actually correct as he feels like a man like him would have nothing to talk about but that, about how this marriage is a step towards his son's future, but he knows better.

It's all business to the old man.

He rubs his eyes, dejectedly. This is just the beginning of the day, and woah, what a start.

Well, he had no other options but just so exhale and say fuck it all, and start the day.

No matter how hard he tries to ignore the shrill, annoying voice of the lady in charge presenting the presentation, a draft of the outfits designed inspired by the renaissance, he cannot help it. He doesn't even know how and why are the sparkling elements added to the outfits relevant to the era where everything designed was a result of prolonged, deep thinking. When people were evolving.

Elegance and sophistication were a close observation, but chic was not the style how Renaissance was based on. And this lady is trying her best to explain otherwise, saying that maybe these are inspired but they as well should have the cliche of the 21st century as well, as Yoongi thinks that it's not at all a good idea.

Blending trends with the original idea might not be the best out there, especially when it feels like the outfit design looks rather frumpish.

The lady in charge is simply groveling to win hearts but by the bored looks, Yoongi knows that many are thinking similar to what he is. Yoongi was rather impressed at how fast the design was finished earlier in the day, but now he feels that maybe it was all in vain. There's a small spark of hope inside him which says that maybe the other team has a better idea than this, and let time be no further wasted in this experiment.

It could've been, only if the theme was different.

He tries to keep a straight face, maintaining his professionalism with a rigid posture. A quick peek all over the conference room convinces him just exactly that his thoughts match with everyone else in this room, especially the head of the illustration team, whom he's acquainted with. Jung Hoseok. Everyone else in this room is at least trying to suffice the bland explanations, but he's not at all even trying. He looks pissed, his eyes shooting such criminal offensive side eye glances that Yoongi almost wishes to laugh, but he knows better.

A glance to Jeongguk, and he sees the poor kid struggle to keep himself from frowning, hard. Jeongguk is one of the most creative people he has ever seen, and he often wonders why he is not putting his skills at the right place, rather than having a major in business and being in that field.

To be the jack of all trades is hard, but Jeongguk excels them all.

Besides, most of today's schedules were totally messed up, and the meetings one after one were delayed for one reason or another. It's nearly 12:30, he notices by the giant wall clock above the whiteboard. The toe of his left shoe taps slightly to the floor with a rhythm, getting roasted second by second by the never ending speech.

He only wishes if the main points were jotted down here..

“Painters like Michelangelo, made it clear with the carving of—”

“ It would be much appreciated if the real point is explained, rather than just beating around the bush, Miss Choi. Irrelevance is highly avoided. ”

Hoseok’s raspy voice takes over the shrill voice of the lady who visibly is embarrassed, too flustered to gather the correct words to speak. Yoongi is somewhat thankful that someone finally spoke up, but he feels a tad bit bad for the girl : her idea was nice, and rather creative, just not fitting the winter nor the theme actually fit for the week or the topic. Or is it actually the nervousness which seems to creep out from her to him making him feel bad for her, because a few moments ago, Yoongi himself was close to losing it all.

His words have her fumbling with her files, something Yoongi knows is because of fear.

His gaze meets her nervous ones right to the opposite end of the table, and he sees defeat in them right in the moment he sees the pupils shake. He's been in this field for way too long to understand that helplessness, that dejection.

He sees her step back with a bow, mumbling something which he couldn't hear. She nods lightly, and sweeps back to her destined place.

Yoongi silently wishes if she could fight back for herself. If she could point out the valid information, but seems like she wasn't prepared for that. She wasn't prepared to be interrupted, too.

And so it's not really surprising when he notices the whole conference room having a thick air of tension and Yoongi does not have to assume anything. The members of the Illustration team are visibly intimidated by their head, who's now tonguing the inside of his cheeks, eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.

Yoongi knows that the prompt response has been shit from his side— he doesn't even know who's to blame now.

Maybe he needs to speak up.

“Rather strange for the total prompt, but overall, better than what has been used for add ons, ” Yoongi begins, attracting the attention of the whole team, and everyone present seems to be a bit more attentive, a bit better with their posture, including Hoseok as well, whose eyes are on him.

All eyes are on him.

Normally, or even in a parallel universe, or him some ten years ago would've freaked out, fidgeted, squirmed on his seat- but now he barely feels the effect on him. It's all a daily basis thing, all calculating eyes on you and all what you're left behind is to just think, think and think about what meaning they could possibly hold behind them. Nervousness and fear flooding in your veins you're left with sweaty palms and a quivering mind, but for Yoongi, he was used to it all.

He does not care now.

“ Mr. Min, I think better— ”

Hoseok begins but Yoongi knows what he's about to speak on. He wishes the prompt to be given to Yoongi’s department. Yoongi wishes otherwise, because just because of a mismatch of prompts, he doesn't want any more dilemma to choose— the Jung team is overall flooded with skill, and he wishes them to bloom; he knows that this batch was particularly picked for the newcomers who are freshly picked from the team of art and management resources. D-7 are a group of professionals, but Jung Team are known to be ametures.

He scrolls mindlessly through the internet, but maybe not too mindlessly.

And so he raises a palm to stop the younger man speaking, and thinks it is rather bold of him to quirk a brow in return. Well yes, maybe he wasn't used to being questioned after that, so. Maybe he wasn't used to it all.

“ I think a few modifications need to be done at some point, otherwise it's all good. ”

He sees Hoseok's jaw drop slightly. He sees all the other members present in the room having their eyes widened, including the girl who was just presenting— What did they expect? Yoongi watched the gears in their brain work quickly, and by the time Yoongi spun the paperweight in his fingers, he blinked at Jeongguk, and the younger quickly took the initiative.

Funny, he thinks, because never in these ten years had Yoongi ever been so in place with an assistant, and it has been seven years since Jeongguk has been his assistant. Never had he ever talked about how a blink, not even a nod could signal him to do the deed of ending for the day.

Well, Jeongguk knows him just as he knows Jeongguk, he thinks. Maybe, maybe it's not vice versa to this point.

Subconsciously, his lips quirk upwards at the sight of the younger getting up, fixing his coat.

“ I think we should wrap up for the day, everyone. ”

His voice, professional as ever, echoes in the room and suddenly everyone's business like manners breaks, relaxing in their seats. Yoongi too, let out a breath he didn't know he was holding onto.

Jeongguk’s round eyes meet his own, and Yoongi nods, slowly watching the members leave one by one, a small hum of conversation peeking in between them all. It's rather comfortable , he thinks. Yoongi relaxes back in his seat, loosening up his tie knowing well that his schedule for the day has ended. Well, not really—

“ It was gracious of you, hyung. ''

his eyes flick through to see Hoseok’s curious eyes set on him, and in his peripheral vision can see Jeongguk cock a brow at him, somewhat questioning like. Hoseok’s cold and competent demeanor has been shed off totally, as his child-like countenance holds surprise towards him.

“ That was the least I could do, Hoba. ”

Yoongi replies with a short hum, and he knows that the human bunny must have his eyes jumping out of his sockets to hear him talking to someone informally, something which doesn't happen often in the office premises. Hoseok’s face blooms in a heart shaped smile, his whole soul brightening up. That's a contagious smile.

He hears a sound of surprise from Jeongguk, on turning to him. He assumes that he's great at hiding that too, because he quickly clears up his throat and nods. Yoongi smiles a bit at him, and upon collecting the files, the three men head out for the rest of the day.

Yoongi is trying his best to not just fucking slam the plate of roasted shrimp on this man’s face.

He wishes absolutely nothing but a comfortable bed because his back hurts from sitting in such a straight posture for hours, not even having the time to stretch his aching limbs. Not to mention this uncomfortable suit which was once comfortable, but he's been wearing it since the morning— is he to blame?

oof, a part of him wished to roam nakey nakey in his home, but that..eh, cannot be.

He totally cannot ignore how fancy this place is, and he can see the whole Seoul from the large, spacious windows. Rooftop restaurants usually feel nice with a vibe so free and open, but not in front of this man who makes him want to deliver straight punches on his face and dislocate his jaw. The younger him was forced to oblige by his father's commands, but the him now doesn't see why can't he just fucking trash this old man till he—

He bites back the anger rising up to his throat. It's not often his father wishes to “ see him ” and be polite all of a sudden, not when it's because of him Yoongi has a bitter time managing something he didn't wish to even engage in. But maybe he has long gone through the stages of grief and acceptance has been his companion, so he has to grit his teeth the hardest to tolerate it all. He has seen it all. He has endured it all. Does he still have to?

“ Why aren't you eating, son? ” Oh, right. You wanted me to be here just to eat.

“ I’m not hungry. ”

Yoongi tries, or desperately hopes his lie isn't blatantly obvious, because he knows his tummy has been rumbling for an hour or so, but there's no way he'd be dining with this man. Not only does he hate how this old man has no etiquettes, chewing loudly or arguing with a damn waiter for a toothpick, he also hates his presence in common.

If he knows Yoongi well, Yoongi knows him just as well too, to know that this is just an excuse and he wishes to do something else, and that's enough to silence down his hunger.

“ Have you chosen any destination for the wedding as of yet?”

I knew it. Yoongi knows how selfish this man can be, and for him this question doesn't make any literal sense. He just met you yesterday, and there's no way..he expects Yoongi to move so fast, like that. What does he think he's in, 526 AD?

“ No. ”

Yoongi found himself speaking before he could think properly, seeing the old man in front of him wipe his mouth and cock a brow. Alright, if he's trying to communicate silently.. he guesses time has taught him better. To keep this non permeable layer on the top of his persona especially infront of this man, he knows he does it well. He won't utter a single word, because for the sake of fuck, he just saved your number in his phone a few hours ago! You cannot just expect him to do anything related to the marriage so quick, especially when his father's initiative had him tossing around his bed sleeplessly the whole night.

He would not let him use his fiancee for the profit of his own company. It's fucked up, not only in a single way but more than one. He's not much of a family guy, but marriage cannot be one sided- and for you, maybe he's lowering himself down enough to try and be a good guy for you, but does this old man ever even think of something which isn't business?

“ Do you not think time’s enough? You were told about the marriage a week ago already, ”

the man's voice has annoyance laced within, and Yoongi nearly snorts at his audacity.

“ Is it your wedding or mine, father? ”

“ You need to make it quick, ”

his retort comes back, and Yoongi can't help but feel satisfied at his growing anger. He knows to play the game, because this old man has been acting as if it's his own marriage. First, he gives you no other options and keeps on his emotional blackmail of never getting a partner who has been in his life for more than a year, second, for how it can benefit the Min family as the only heir.

Yoongi has long ago swept away the anger suppressing the guilt of his own mother being in his life for less than his teenage years, but he's tired. He kept on running forward without noticing how much this old man hurt him, but there has to be a time where you need to stand up. Maybe not for yourself, but for people who're soon going to be a part of your life. It's not always about yourself, but people you care about.

Yoongi found it ridiculous. Marriage just to make kids and raise them up like a handful of peas let out in a open windowsill. Just to make kids. And even possibly, money.

Yoongi found the idea suffocating at first. His own parents’ failed marriage had a big contribution in his way of thinking how arranged marriage can also be a forced marriage if the goal is only to lengthen the generation, not at all thinking that the parents involved are also humans. Humans with feelings cannot be forced to live a life destined to be forever with expectations, which could often either lead to success or failures. But to Yoongi, success in lives like these were forced failures masked with the stench of cash to make them look lavish.

So the thought of making it "quick" is enough to make him hiss in irritation. His eyes are now narrowed to slits towards the old man, anger slowly making its way to fog his already hunger ridden brain..

“ Why. ”

“ I've already told you, son. ”

“ What, Yeseul isn't talented enough as you promised she was to the team? ”

Yoongi tongues the inside of his cheek, visibly watching the old man try his hardest not to crumble down to flames. Comically, one would see smoke coming out of his ears. It makes Yoongi snorts out a humorless snort.

“ It's none of your business, do you get that? ”

The old man nears slightly with his neck down, eyes set firmly on Yoongi. As a child, the stare used to scare him the fuck out of his balls, but now this stare is enough to make him stifle a laugh. The manipulative stare which he expects everyone to become his puppet with. Well, I just hit his nerve.

“ My wedding, and none of my buisness, you say? ”

“There are other ways I can ask her to, I'm just trying to make it seem well ordered. ”

Again he goes. The same manipulative tone. If he thinks that his position can get him everything, maybe even if his arms reach longer than Yoongi’s imagination do, but Yoongi knows it well that he's all bark but a rare bite.

He would not let this happen. He knows his father is a corrupt man, who uses unfair means in his business. This is why D-7 is owned solely by Yoongi, who was once under partnership with his father. Yoongi has totally bought all the shares, making D-7 go public and him being the biggest investor. Thrusting in people not eligible enough to be in art, his father had already infected the industry more than enough, and now he wouldn't absolutely let the small shares marking the small partnership to the old man rise up.

“ Genuinely asking you. You could've opted any other way you're insinuating, but why this, out of many? ”

Not a pretence, but out of pure curiosity. He may as well as think this to be many reasons why he can bother Yoongi, but the pricking question hanging in the margin of the sword, that the danger lies just in the end.

Nepotism can be buried by the strength of dollars, but in some cases revolting unscrupulous businessmen like him, he knows that this would be a hot topic for the media. And the mere thinking of using someone so innocent and dragging to this pit of hell is honestly enough for him to throw up. You're already a hell of a talented designer, and if he wishes to invest your designs under the name of his good for nothing wife to whoosh up the sales, he'd rather not marry you.

That's.. a different thing now, isn't it?

His father keeps quiet. Yoongi feels the burn of his stare digging holes in his skull, however, lets out a deep laugh at the end.

“I guess you're naive enough to not know how profitable it can be for both : her, you, and even me.”

“ At least I know for Yeseul, it is not. ”

“ She's your mother,”

Stepmother, he almost wishes to hiss the word out, but saying it out loud would definitely make bile rise up to his mouth, because his already starving self cannot physically bear any more stress than already he has been carrying around. He's not ashamed to say that his stepmother is younger than Yoongi himself, and an absolute gold digger, who he doubts even has a degree of graduation.

Such an ostentatious person gets often compared to Mrs. Min, his mother by all the rising gossip every single day. Yoongi closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, knowing that this conversation would rather have such wounds pricked up inside his heart which would have him bleeding longer than he could bear.

“ No. ”

He sees the old man flare his nostrils in anger, kissing his teeth: and Yoongi doesn't even feel a bit sorry for it. It is what it is. And he would not make any fuss about it. He'd rather call that woman his sister than his mother, and seriously? Yoongi doesn't give two flying fucks about who she is. Yesterday the discussion didn't go too well, and he felt a lot more bothered than his manifest could muster, but he knows that his father's current wife, Yeseul, has no skill or whatsoever to be the president of the corporation his father owns. It is what it is.

And not even an exaggeration, he knows that it's all the glitters and gold which attracts her to this sophisticated man; it wouldn't be long time from now when he'd be left again with a balding head and an empty bank account.

Someone younger than Yoongi himself and he wants to call them his parent.

Ha.

And that's the reason why the old man wishes to hire ____ to work under him, but in the end the credits would go to Yeseul, because apparently that woman had promised his team to be a better visualization designer.

He wants Yoongi to marry you, so that the hiring would seem rather natural, and Yoongi thinks that it would only drag you more to the mud of the industry and gossip, which he does not want.

“ More like my junior. ”

Yoongi cocks his brow, sipping some water from the glass nearby his wrist.

“ Remember that she's my wife. My legal wife, and your mother. ”

A bitter scoff escapes Yoongi, his nostrils flaring at his sentence as he peers down to his empty plate.

“ She is not my mother. ”

Yoongi makes sure he stresses on the word not, dragging out each syllable with a rough taste on his tongue. He can tolerate many things, but not the absence of his mother, which has left a gaping, open dent in his soul forever. The only gentle presence he ever had in his growing years was her, the only person he called his family, that too, is no longer present with you.. he could feel his stomach churn with anger.

He had a single mother. And though she was no longer with him, he does not consider anyone else to be in the same position as his mother. A mother who raised him up, sacrificing everything for him. Despite having another parent, him, he never even had his shadow touch any of them. He feels anger totally cloud his mind, now that the gentle touch of your soul had touched him, he was about to lose it all.

“ I fucking dare you to even lay a finger on ___, her you fucking stink. I’ll make sure that no amount of money can heal you afterwards.” Yoongi growls loudly, raising a sweaty palm up and ordering for the bill.

Yoongi is out of his head, and he totally has lost his sense of rationality. Triggering the pain of his dead mother along with barrelling his fiancee to this topic makes him a person he doesn't know yet. Yoongi is done with this conversation, this sick conversation about his morally grey buisness.

And he totally misses the somewhat shocked and fearful, agape mouth of the old man in front of him as Yoongi sweeps his coat out of the headrest after paying and marches out of the venue without taking a look back. his head is throbbing with pain and stomach is wild with ugly sensations.

He wishes to take this slow, talk to you more and atleast befriend you and be comfortable before any preparations, but this situation.. he doesn't fear his father anymore, but. It's you. It's you who he fears because of the industry, because of the dirt which smears every part of him. He's used to it, he had to make himself so, but he cannot let someone as pure as you be contaminated.

Once again it's all a haze infront of his eyes. The strong wind hitting his face from the open car window does nothing to soothe his burning thoughts, and neither does the low humming of music in the radio. It all feels a blur.

He remembers not much, or rather forces himself not to. After that, eh, meeting with that old man, the only thing he knew was to call Jeongguk and ask him to clear all his schedules for the day.

The voice from the other side sounded very concerned, but Yoongi is thankful he only asked whether he's alright and let the topic drop without dragging it much. He just hopes that Jeongguk understands. And then he's straight up driving somewhere he doesn't know where, but he's tired. Mentally, physically, and every way possible.

He's tired of thinking so much. He's so tired he totally missed the constant buzzing of his phone on the center console.

Little does he know that not receiving his calls has sent Seokjin to hayware.

All what he knows are the words, the flashes of memories which float infront of his eyes and the constant struggle to keep himself as where he is and not getting lost in the moment, to fall back within the memories. The constant ache in his head which replays your voice saying, “ I don't ” and the picture of your sweet face. The constant scowl he remembers of his father saying he wants him to marry you only for his own profit.

Did you really mean to sacrifice your passion for a stupid marriage?

His grip on the steering wheel is so tight, his knuckles have turned white. What if the old man approaches you and lures you to work for him? Yeah, of course for an outsider that business would look so organized, so well planned, but only people like Yoongi know the truth.

He's the sweetest to anyone who doesn't know him well. Hell, even he believes that the woman he married might not know him any better. He could sell your soul to anyone in front of you with you being totally oblivious.

All that glitters isn't gold.

He knows your passion for art even if he doesn't know you. He knows that maybe you'd be willing enough to work for that man, but would that be okay if that woman, Yeseul takes all the credits and you've lost your deserved recognition? Would you be able to manage to be afloat on the dirty smear of the industry without blaming yourself?

Would you hate him? He won't listen to shit. An artist has every rights to be credited and if it's snatched away by every means, he really wonders if you'd be alright with it. Alright with the theft. He doesn't gives a single fuck about the ever shitting media who just needs a topic to whisk on untill it's shit. He just cares about you.

Wait..

Does he—?

But one thing he already knows is that the news of his marriage would be enough of a bonfire starter.

He's now leaning on his car, aching limbs begging to have a seat but the tension in his spine doesn't budge.

Even if he had promised himself, he finds himself slipping down his mask, each time the memories of his happy self, his young happy self with his mother comes to his mind and the realization floats that he cannot rewind those memories any more. She's no longer with him.

All he knows is the burning sensation of nicotine filling his lungs all down to his toes, and the puff of smoke released out releases his tension, even by an inch if that is, too. He breathes out the smoke through his nostrils, fidgeting with the small silver lighter in his hand. He knows that it's a shitty, wrong way to cope up with anxiety , although his healing nails thank him for letting them be.

But at least the cigarette does not tell you anything. It does what it's supposed to do, what it's meant to do, what it's made to do, and dies.

So much like a human.

The park he's standing in the corner of is noisy, but somewhat tolerable. The warm air is making him feel stuffy, and the cool place has the least effect on him. The place feels..nice. He blinks twice, feeling his eyes burn with the hot weather, too.

Somehow his mind convicts back to you.

And somehow, knowing very well that his father's company is filled with back stabbers.. somehow if the information is leaked abroad, would you be alright?

God fucking damn it. Why is he thinking about all these when you're possibly oblivious and thinking of your marriage?

What are you doing now?

How are you?

How did your day go?

Why would you want to marry a guy like him?

All these thoughts are totally enough to make him squirm. Why does he care? He just met you yesterday. He knows not much except some things, but still, the pull to just know about you is eating him up right now. It's just crazy how the thought of you not liking him irks him a Lot, like, a Lot.

Shifting the cigarette to his left hand, he reaches to get his phone from the console. His throat feels dry as fuck, almost feeling as if it'd crack up.

He'd kill for a bottle of water, but well, even swallowing his saliva feels like a mountain breaking down on him. It's been a long time since he checked on his phone other than calling his secretary. He should've checked, because the upcoming projects do have connections to files which only he has access to. Well.

.. alright, there's a spam email.

…..next, a Google chrome updat—

…..?

…

[ Seokjin Hyung : 95 missed calls ]

[ Seokjin Hyung : 350+ unread messages ]

Yoongi felt a sweat bead run down his temple.

He totally forgot about the fact that he was supposed to meet Seokjin nearly an hour ago, and when he sees the endless thread of texts, he almost feels like tearing up.

The poor man had texted him since 12:30 asking if his schedule is light enough for their meeting, or he'd meet him some other day. The texts get vigorous after each text, angry emojis and random keyboard smashes asking him about his condition. The guilt is slowly building in his lower tummy to know how considerate his friend is, and how ignorant he was to him.

They had a deal about visiting the local mall and hitting the game zone, but..

He wishes to call him, so bad. His throat is running dry, and the throb of his head deepens, more. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he desperately wishes he had the courage to call him and talk, and maybe actually share his problems, but he knows Seokjin would be so mad… not that it's like Seokjin is a person who's out of control, but as a caring friend, he sometimes gets a bit overactive.

He knows Seokjin would be the only person who'd understand him better than anyone else, but maybe calling him after he's cooled down would be the best option. He knows Seokjin isn't that level headed, but he deserves an explanation, and maybe he isn't ready right now.

And so he leaves the texts as they are, texting back a single “i’ll call u back asap”, and navigates to his contact list. He's contemplating hard, right now. The “ favorite ” starred contacts stare at him, Seokjin, Jeongguk, Taehyung, and then..yours. His fingers hover over Seokjin’s for a while, and then, over yours.

Maybe it's not the right option to call you. Nope, not at all. Why would he even think that? You two aren't even friends. Not when he doesn't know if you're free enough to talk to him, not when he doesn't know if his call would be a disturbance.

Not when he feels like his call would annoy you. He shouldn't, because it's been just a day you've shared numbers, and wouldn't it be too early to call and just ask,“Hey, whatcha doing? ” Nah, that would be way too awkward. Way too—

“ Mr. Min? ”

A soft voice chirps beside him, knocking out all the air out of his lungs. He has never been this reactive to a voice, blame his fucked out state. He catches himself turning immediately to the source of the voice, arms beating flat against his windowsill, gasping.

Wildflowers.

He's met with a faint smell of honey, and jasmine, and the mixed smell of wildflower bouquet that greets him, the cluster of yellow and small lavender flowers resting with the lush greenery among them. His brows furrowed slightly at how a bouquet of flowers is what he sees in the beginning rather than the voice, but a small moment of realization takes place when he sees the person hiding behind the gigantic bouquet.

“ Fuck. ”

He doesn't notice how a cold breeze caresses his flushed, hot skin, as a pair of warm, doe eyes stare up at him.

You.

“ ____? ”

“ Did I scare you off? ”

Your lips quirk upwards, a hard attempt to hold back your giggles to see how flustered he looks, surprised till the extent you'd say, if comically, he looks like a cat caught playing with boxes at midnight with his fur sticking up in all the directions, wide eyed and mouth agape.

His eyes are still wide when he relaxes visibly in your presence, sighing down with a smile.

The faint smell of tobacco greets you and subconsciously scrunch up your nose. You're not a big fan of cigarettes, and maybe it's your instinct to shove away the smell. You didn't want to assume too much, but maybe you did get the bad boy vibes from this man. So his smoking didn’t really phase you as much as it should've.

Light beige shirt with rolled up sleeves and tailored pants. Pretty, flowy black hair parted on forehead, and pale skin flushed with a sheen layer of sweat. He looks really..handsome but also very adorable with those flushed cheeks, but also, so..tired at the same time.

His eyes scream for rest.

Out of so many people, you have to admit it. Min Yoongi was the least of your expectations. A simple walk from your favourite florist to back home, there's a lovely little park, where you often visit for giggles and laughs, and honestly speaking, you couldn't even imagine Yoongi standing there, even if it was in a far corner.

You didn't really wish to say that, but a La Rose Noiré standing in the corner had actually attracted more attention than he'd even ever intended to. Would that be a co-incidence to say that he didn't leave your mind even if he had physically left your home hours ago, and now that he's standing in front of you?

His eyes lack the glint they had yesterday. His shoulders seem unfairly tensed, even if his posture is leaned back. You don't know him, yet, but there's a certain hue of coldness around his shoulders, and all the calculating gazes and stares he gave you yesterday, you somehow found the way to nudge into the warmer side of him, or so you assume.

He doesn't seem to be the most affectionate of a person, or so you assume, again. The internet, irrespective of their own words, never fails to regard him to be made up of stone. Is that anything new, though? you beg to differ. His quick consideration of your whole situation despite being demanding for both of you assured you that this man wasn't the man stealing the headlines and trends on twitter. Even if that was the bare minimum, you appreciate it.

“ I— I just didn't expect you here. ”

His words lag behind with a flurry of coughs and furrowed brows, and you see him shuffling his phone back to his pocket, crushing his cigarette underneath his shiny black shoes meanwhile. He doesn’t seem too well, you see.

His skin is paler than usual, and his silky hair slightly unruly, some strands sticking to his forehead. His skin seems to be a bit more flushed, too. He seems uncomfortable in general, and he covers his mouth to sniffle back a sneeze.

“ Mr. Min, are you not well? ”

No verbal response comes back, but a quirk of brows is enough to answer you. So unreadable, you think. But it does not take rocket science to figure out, does it? Without thinking twice, your palms reach up to his slightly sweaty forehead.

You have to tip toe a bit to reach up to him, but that's alright. Was your palm too cool or his skin burning that it felt like his forehead was a preheated yok?

No, you realize.

“ Mr. Min, you're burning up! ”

Not much of a response comes back, but his eyebrows simply shoot up a bit more, and a bit more coughs which seems to have flushed his face, even more.

He grunts something in response but you miss it, and your palm cupping his warm (and surprisingly soft ) cheek, the action catching him and you both off guard. His eyes widen and so do yours, feeling a heat wave rush up to your face. He coughs, and you immediately remove your hands from his cheek, your palm tingling faintly afterwards. And maybe your whole body too, with embarrassment.

Dear god.

You didn't really mean anything….er. Having the habit of being a bit too affectionate to your siblings would actually make you slip accidentally, you couldn't even imagine. Especially when it's..your fiance.

“ S-sorry. ”

You cringe inwardly at how fucking small you sound, especially hating the stutter that came with it. You wish the earth could suck you up before this conversation advances, right here and right now. It was an accidental touch, a touch which was more instinctive than intentional, yet you do feel that fuzz in your stomach, the fuzz which makes your heart skip miles.

He gives you a small head shake, rubbing his neck with his hands, not before muttering out an it's okay.

You feel relieved a bit, knowing that at least you didn't creep Yoongi out. Or who knows. That undecipherable gaze, those dark brown pupils and that neutral expression. You cannot really say what's going inside his head, and you can only pray otherwise. Oh dear..

Only if you had known Yoongi, you'd have known the effect of your cool touch on the poor guy. Of course you'd miss how Yoongi's heart felt like it's up to his mouth, trying to jump off it's way out to you.

Fuck, what was happening with him?

( literally ).

“ Mr. Min, you need to get some rest. Your.. your fever’s quite intense. ”

You see him clear his throat, running a big hand through his ruffly hair. He nods with a sigh, and you actually notice how pale he looks. He looks disturbed, sick and tired all together, and you suddenly ponder how much and what actually happened to him to be this stressed, but you don't whip on it.

“ Have you eaten? ”

Even if he was already pale, you see color draining down from his face even more, almost as if he himself was yeeted to a moment of epiphany. He wets his lips with his tongue, shaking his head, silently eyeing you for your reaction.

He has not eaten anything as well.

“ Mr. Min, make a call to your home, right now. To whoever is waiting for you. ”

His face morphs to a baffled expression, and you have to think that this was the only expression he has clearly shown you today. But whatever it is. You nod as a confirmation, confusing him even further. As you were told, his father and he live alone separately, but there has to be someone back home, right ?

“ Mrs. Kang…my caretaker would be present at my house, but..why? "

His voice seems way too groggy for his own good, and you can't help but pinch your eyebrows in concern. It seems that even talking is taking a lot of effort for him.

“ Call her, and let her know you won't be home tonight. ”

You have to bite your inner cheek to process how the word home sounds when you say that out loud, because another expression breaks out on Yoongi’s face : his lips part in a slight pout, asking a silent explanation from you. Another small adorable expression.

You bite your lips to cease the smile wanting to break free to see this man so cute that you have to stop yourself from giving in and squishing his cheeks. Who'd know that such an intimidating guy such as himself would be a small, steamed mandu when confused?

Well, at least you didn't. Dear me, he's way too adorable for his own good.

That would be inappropriate. Not after whatever you’ve just done.

Mentally preparing yourself once again, you advance just a bit more closer to him, pretending to offer him the bouquet in your hands.

“ Because you'd be resting at my house today, Mr. Min. ”

a/n : hello and i hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter of apricity 🤪 of course, this is an all new, re-written chapter which i finished in a single day after four months of procrastination 💪🏽🤕

all sorts of feedbacks are always welcome, and, i’m always open for an ask or a text hehe ;D

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Klaus M. Being Infatuated With You HC’s

~It's instantaneous. He's gone for you from the first moment.

•He first saw you drinking with Damon and Alaric, both of whom you regarded as good friends, Damon and you having been close since he came to town and he changed you.

•"In the grand scheme of things, how bad would it be waiting on this curse for one more month, huh?" Damon asked and you rolled your eyes at his pathetic attempt, not knowing Klaus but knowing he wouldn't put up with you friends bullshit.

"He is joking, isn't he?"

"No, sadly, not one little bit." That was the moment he turned around and set his eyes on you for the first time. You were the prettiest little thing he had ever seen and he had to force himself to turn away.

~You knew everything was going to be tense for everyone after he broke his curse so you went home only to find a little gift waiting for you the next morning.

•You were awoken at 9 in the morning, growling angrily and throwing the door open, ready to rip whoever dared disturb your sleep a new asshole before seeing no one, looking down and noticing a bouquet of both red and purple roses. You couldn't help your smile at the thought of the meaning behind both, red meaning love and romance and purple meaning love at first sight, not seeing the hybrid standing by the tree line and watching the smile spread across your face. As you picked them up and read the paper you were stunned, seeing a lovely drawing of you sitting beside a wolf, the signature at the bottom with his full name throwing you completely into left field.

•"This is not going to go well." You couldn't help but laugh at the idea of Damon finding out that the hybrid fancied you.

~You had nearly forgotten about him while he was away with Stefan before they came back, Klaus showing up at your door at nearly 1 in the morning.

•"If I wasn't a night person I would be killing you right now, you know this, yes?" The hybrid nodded and came inside, not needing permission but you were unafraid, figuring if he was 'in love with you' then you were probably safe.

"My hybrids weren't working, I had to come back and find out why but...I couldn't leave without seeing you." That was all he said as he stood just inside your doorway, staring at you intently and honestly it's all he had to say. You were shocked at how safe you felt with this man that you should hate, but you didn't, so as he said this to you, you just took it in stride.

"Hungry?" You offered, walking to the kitchen and heating up some of the chicken and pasta in vodka sauce that you had had for dinner 7 hours before.

"Um...yes I...I could eat. Thank you Princess." You heated you both a bowl up and sat on the porch swing outside in comfortable silence as you ate, him making borderline sexual noises upon tasting your food. "I need you to cook for me more often gorgeous, this is fantastic."

"It's just chicken and pasta Klaus-"

"It's amazing. Thank you for not kicking me out, being with you is very...comforting."

•He spent the rest of the night with you on your couch, you falling asleep around 3am watching Game of Thrones.

~You found you actually missed him the next time he was gone, him having left his cell phone number so you could text and he texted you constantly!

•"You know, with how often you talk to me you're almost like a clingy boyfriend." You said as you answered the phone upon him actually calling you for once.

"Good. Maybe it will keep other men away while I'm not there myself." I had to roll my eyes, knowing he was completely insane.

"Men aren't lining up to date me Klaus, stop making it seem like they are. You're just weird."

"You think my interest in you is strange?"

"Duhh."

"Why?" You stuttered at that, unable to answer the question you were not expecting. "You're a lovely girl, I've seen the way men look at you, I think if you weren't so surrounded by men all the time plenty of others would ask you out-"

"Glad I'm surrounded then, I don't want to be asked out. Men suck, they're all assholes or idiots, or both like Damon." I joked and he actually laughed along at that one.

"Well, I hope you'll give one a chance."

~By the time he came back once again you actually missed him and thought to warn him of his father and Damon's plan as they were going to kill him

•"You helped me." He stated as you opened the door. There was no question, not even a 'Hello' and all you did was shrug. "I'm growing on you, don't lie to me."

"You wish hybrid." He spent the evening once again eating on your couch, openly flirting but never making a move to do anything.

•When his siblings were woken up they all noticed a change in their brother. He had talked about 'changing' before but this time they really did see it, and this time he had said nothing about it.

•Elijah and Rebekah followed him the night after they were all back together, finding him knocking on your door once again. "You know, if you're going to keep coming over and eating you may as well just come for dinner Klaus. Come in, I'll heat up some roast and potatoes." They were shocked to see someone talking to their brother the way you did and not getting hurt but when they saw how he looked at you, they knew.

•"I approve of your girlfriend brother, I like the way she's changed you." Elijah told him the next night before he could go out.

"What are you talking about?"

"The girl who feeds you, she's very pretty, not your usual type though. You should have her over for dinner sometime, we would all love to meet her-"

"Never going to happen."

~Rebekah took it upon herself to ask you to dinner. No one told Klaus about it so he couldn't cancel and they just left him to figure it out himself.

•"Niklaus! Could you get the door?!" Elijah shouted and he huffed, getting off the couch and just thinking about killing a few hours until he could see you. He got the shock of a lifetime when he opened his front door to see you standing there in a cute sundress with a platter in your hands.

"Hey! My mom always said don't go to someone's house empty handed so I baked some cookies." He stood there with his mouth hanging open for several seconds and before you could ask if he was okay Elijah interjected.

"Y/n! So glad you could join us, thank you, these smell delicious. I apologize for my brothers rudeness, come on in. We've just finished cooking." You followed after him as he took the platter until Klaus caught your arm stopping you.

"What's going on?"

"Rebekah invited me to dinner...didn't you know?"

"No!" You leaned back as he snapped at you and you could see he felt instant regret. "I'm sorry love, my family is just...I don't want to lose you." You couldn't help your smile as you realized what he meant but you decided to tease him anyway.

"Aww, afraid Elijah will sweep me off my feet while you're too busy coming to my house, eating my food and not asking me out?" You moved to walk toward where Elijah had left when he wrapped around your back, growling in your ear.

"That's not funny Y/n. You're not getting out of my arms until you admit that you're already mine. Don't lie." His voice sent a chill down your spine and you nodded, admitting what he knew was true, he had already won you over and as you did he turned your head, pressing his lips to yours softly in what was a truly lovely first kiss.

"Stop making out! I'm hungry!" Kol shouted and you laughed, pulling a grumbling Klaus into the dining room and sitting to have dinner, spending the evening getting to know his family who all decided they enjoyed your company and how much you calmed Niklaus who you stopped from daggering Kol when he made a vulgar comment at you

•The Mikaelson's all loved you and were just as happy as their brother with your relationship, happy that Nik had you to be there for him and that they had you to shield them from his anger

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

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VI. The Grand Finale

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Summary: Endings, beginnings and crossroads

Warnings: Cursing, cheating, adultery, talks about body shaming, therapy, misogynistic undertones (“man of the house” and whatnot), Harwin is not a good person on this… and Jace isn’t either, implied tampering with birth control, spy cameras, a bit creepiness, pregnancy, inappropriate relationship MIGHT MISS SOME WARNINGS

+ 18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3,4 k

Notes: THE END TO THIS KINKY STORY! Sorry for the delay… I have been so blocked its funny and sad

Pregnant

The small screen teased you, but soon the vision was blurry because of your tears

This couldn’t be happening, just couldn’t… You took those bloody pills religiously, you…

It was completely possible, you chided yourself, this was a perfect timing, four months since the first week you and Jace…

You whined, sitting on the toilet in the bathroom

What were you going to do?

Gods, you were going to be a single mother of two

Two children

Two under two…

You whimpered in fear, hugging yourself as you sat in the closed toilet

What did you do?

How were you going to move forwards?

Gods, what were you going to tell Harwin? You HAD to keep seeing him because of Aerea, what were you going to tell him when he catches on that you are pregnant again? Gods… you were going to get a divorce and you were going to need to prove that it wasn’t his so… You whined

You were almost thankful Jace was now out of the picture, got bored of you and left, you felt almost relieved.

But at the same time, it frightened you

Are you going to be able to do this alone?

Well, your job had incredible benefits and a daycare and… you could work from home and… you whined again

You loved children, you didn’t want to interrupt the pregnancy, you specially loved this little one inside of you, you always wanted a big family

You whipped you tears off of your face, you grabbed your things, and you went to work as nothing was happening.

Everything was going to be alright, it had to be

The news at your job was received happily, all things considered, and as a few weeks went by, you were getting accustomed to the idea, of course, you HAD to tell Harwin at some point, but that is something you were not ready to face yet.

Aerea was with him this week and that gave you time to daydream about the nursery you were going to prepare in the room that wa supposed to become your study

You dropped your bag and coat on one of the couches and sighed loudly, your stomach grumbled, you were being hit constantly with weird cravings and you were dreaming about chicken nuggets with that special edition sauce of the movie “Prehistoric Valyria”, you grabbed the phone and make the order, and you waited patiently for it to arrive

And then the doorbell rang. You were surprised since it had been only like 20 minutes, you went straight to the door and opened without even looking through the “peephole”, Gods you were going to wish you had

You opened the door and when you saw who it was, you gasped, dropping your phone to the floor. He chuckled, with that devilish smirk you knew all too well.

“Jace! What are you doing here?”, you asked as soon as he entered your apartment, he grabbed your phone from the floor quickly, he didn’t give it back to you, he just looked around with a shy smile.

“You are not happy to see me?”, he teased, finally looking back at you, “I would have let you know I was coming but you blocked me so…”, he teased, he wasn’t even angry or mad you blocked him.

“How did you know I was here?”, you asked then, because his timing was… very particular, he had always been… precise in his timing, it was concerning.

“I asked around”, you didn’t believe he asked Harwin, but he was a Targaryen, he had the resources

“You are supposed to be at college!”, you said then, worried

“I dropped out”, he said lightly

“No…”, you whined, “Jace, no! you are going to ruin your career”, you said, worried and concerned. He now didn’t seem to be the testosterone-driven young guy, he only seemed to be… someone else

“My business took off”, he said plainly, “I’ve come here to tell you…”, he said then, trying to lighten up the mood

“Well, I am happy for you”, you said back, not really knowing what this might be about, “and you discovered where I was, and came all the way here… to tell me that?”, you murmured

“No silly". He said smiling widely, “I’m here to prove to you, I’m a grown man that can take care of himself and care for you too”, he said simply, that…. you were not expecting

“What are you talking about?”, you asked, truly concerned

“We are great together, and now, we can finally be together, a couple, you are divorcing my father aren’t you?”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean…”

“Yes it does”. He said, “we are great together are we not?”, he asked, his eyes looked all over your body, like he was looking for something in particular, made you feel uncomfortable

“That we are good at fucking doesn’t mean we are good together and at being a couple”, you said bluntly, you did not like where this was going, “and furthermore, Jacaerys, this should have never happened in the first place, I don’t want to be with you anymore”, you said, looking everywhere but his eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest. You hear him laugh bitterly. But he didn’t seem angry, if anything, he seemed entertained

“Sure”, he mocked, “cut the shit! what is really going on?”, he demanded

“I mean it, Jace!”, you whined, but you didn’t, Jace sighed, rubbing his face in frustration, but then, he looked at you, really, really looked at you, and then, he smiled. he walked towards you, letting him, he placed his hands on your hips, it seemed like a soft gesture

“You are pregnant, aren’t you?”, he said with a big smile, you frowned

“No, I’m not!”. The doorbell rang, and you rushed to open it, the delivery man handed you the package without further delay

“Enjoy your chicken nuggets with the special edition sauce”, he said, and left without even glancing at your direction. You turned around looking guilty with your treat in your hands

“The only time I have ever seen you eat chicken nuggets is when you were pregnant with Aerea”, he said with a cheeky smile on his lips. “You are a terrible liar!”, he mocked

“Whatever the answer to your question is, it doesn’t concern you”, you continued, you needed to fight this battle, and you needed to win it, of all the scenarios in your head, Jace being the active dad wasn’t in any of them, less of it you being together as a couple and having this child.

“Oh, it doesn't concern me?”, he mocked, “I wonder is you reproduce on your own like the dragons in Jurassic Valyria, which the limited edition sauce came from, by the way”. he snapped, and you growled angrily

“It might be Harwin’s”, you lied shamesly, not only admitting it, but now he finally showed some anger, he froze on the spot, his dark brown eyes looking for any glimpse of a lie

“What? when?”, he demanded, jealous and angry

“It has to be!”, you said, more convincingly, maybe if you gaslit yourself you were going to be able to gaslight him as well, “it only happened once, but it was when he had moved back in, one night I didn’t want to get out of my room, I forgot to take the pill, and that night he…entered my room, we chatted and we did it”

Yes you were relying on placebo pills, Jace thought, good for nothing pills and you were using that to determine the paternity of the baby that it was obviously his

“What happened?”, he asked gently, trying to contain his anger

“He came at night… I had some wine…”, Jace opened his eyes in rage, he shaked and you honestly thought that he was going to start hitting the walls or something

“You are lying to me”, he said with certainty, and you needed to keep yourself together, “I’m gonna kill him!”, he grunted

“No!”, you said quickly, “it doesn’t matter, because he doesn’t know, yet… and I’m not going back together with him either way”, you tried to deviate from the conflict and massive lie

“We will come back to killing him later, but it doesn't matter, it is mathematically impossible for him to be the father, if you only did it one time, that baby is mine!”, he said, convinced

“Jace, please”, you begged him, now desperately, how can he be so thick-headed?

“You are going to make him think its his?”, he asked, angrily, “I’m sure you are lying to me, and you didn’t even fuck him, you want to drive me away”

“No Jacey, I’m not going to make him believe its his, but it doesn’t matter!” you whined, “of course I want to drive you away! take the win, alright?”

“What do you mean by that?”, he asked, frowning

“I’m not holding you up to this, I can do it alone…”, you said convincingly

“But I want to…”, he said back

“No you don’t! please, this will ruin your life Jace”

“Ruin my life?”, he asked, “I came back for you! we'll be together, you, me, our babies”

“Jacaerys!”, you called, desperately, he was making this so much difficult that it had to be

“You want to be with me! I want to be with you!”, he said, increasingly more desperate, “I don’t buy a word you are saying”

“But this is way more complicated Jace”, you said, “please I don’t want to drag you into this”

“It takes two to dragondance my love, we are in this together”, he said softly, caressing your upper arms

“Its Harwin’s”, you said, “it is the only time I missed the pill, it had to be”, Jace wanted to scream

“I want a paternity test”, he said gently. “there are none-invasive ones…”

“I’m aware”, you said

“Are you keeping this up?”, he asked, “you know it's mine, I know you would have never let him touch you again, don’t fight this anymore”, he said gently coercing you, and gods it was working. Why did he have to be who he was? your husband’s son? you only looked at the floor between you as you felt his big warm hand on your arms, trying to coarse you into looking into his eyes, effectively losing the battle

“It's mine, you and I together, and our babies, is the only thing I’ve ever wanted”, he said softly as a siren’s song

“You don’t know what you are saying”, you whined, eyes filled with tears, “please Jacey, I don’t want to ruin your life, you already dropped off, I… I’m going to ruin you”, you cried

“You didn’t ruin anything… you helped me, you gave me space, and time, and because of you, me and my friend’s little company if being featured in the Citadel’s and… we are coming in green the first year”

“What?”, you whined

“I dropped out because I’m already a fucking millionare”, he said with a wide smile, “and I need to focus a fifty percent on the business”

“What about the other fifty percent?”, you asked

“To you, Aerea, and our baby”, he said softly, you sighed

“Jace, you don’t even know…”

“WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING THAT?”, he didn’t yell, but you can tell he was getting exasperated

“Jace! you don’t know what is like… the last time I got pregnant, it was a horrible pregnancy, you are not going to want to be with me anymore once I start bloating like a blowfish…”, you tried him by other fronts

“My father was a cunt”, he muttered, “I’m not my father…”

“You think in the romantic part, not in the real one, sleepless nights, showerless days, having and raising a child is hard, and though…”

“I know that, from all my siblings, I was actively involved in three of the births and first years”, he said gently, you shook your head

“Please, leave now, because if you leave in the middle I…”, bitter tears started falling down your eyes, “I will not be able to take it, please!”, you tried to get away from him, but he just wouldn’t let you, he grabbed you and hugged you tightly against his chest, and you just sobbed

“You will be alright, I’m here”, he said, caressing your back softly, you couldn’t see it, but oh how was he smiling, “You won’t have to worry about a thing love, I will take care of you…”

He was so good with Aerea, he was so good with his little siblings, maybe… just maybe…

You could just, let go

He leaned in, kissing your cheek, you were so tired, so emotionally drained that you let him kiss your tears off your cheeks, and then his greedy mouth started kissing you in the neck, right up to that sweet little spot that made you moan.

Gods… you were so sensitive, and he was so… delicious

The damage was done right?

You didn’t want to fight it anymore. You surrounded his strong shoulders with your arms drawing him more to you. Gods you had been so sensitive, so horny the past few weeks, it was the hormones, you thought, but no matter… No more trying to resolve this “issue” alone, you had him.

Oh Gods, you were expecting his child, Jace’s child, he didn’t abandon you, he was just finishing some matters that he needed to attend to, his plan was coming back… for you…

You didn’t know if you wanted to throw up or feel incredibly relieved

He sucked on your pulse joint making you see stars, and moaned shamesly, Gods you had missed this, missed him, who were you kidding? he growled, like an animal in heat, and grabbed you by the thighs, making you surround his hips with your legs. He took you to your bedroom, and almost dropped you in the bed, his shirt was already out of him by the time he caught onto you, devouring you again. He was hungry for you and you for him, well, for any kind of contact actually

“You are so fucking mean, trying to keep me away”, he growled, literally ripping the clothes off of your body, “keeping my baby from me”

“Jace”, you tried to chide

“Keep pretending I’m not the best fuck you ever had”. he continued, kissing down your neck, biting too, “Nobody can fuck you like I can, nobody can breed you like I can”, his hands sneaked under your panties, and to no one’s surprise, you were soaked. You moaned when he sneaked two fingers in, fingering you, squelching noises making you shiver with embarrassment, but it was easily beaten by the pleasure he made you feel.

He didn’t make you beg, gladly, in a few minutes he was fucking you slowly, not stopping but slowly, letting you adjust to his size, gods he was so big. He filled you so perfectly

“Fuck I missed this cunt”, he grunted with a smirk

“Ever the romantic”, you grunted, which turned into a moan because of a hard thrust

He took you in your bed, kissing every spot on your body, he made love to you desperately and sensually, making all the walls you put up stumble.

You were surprised to see a phone call from Harwin the next morning, and you raised your head to see it, Jace having you trapped between his arms as he was sleeping.

“Hey Harwin, is Aerea alright?”, you asked

“She is fine, we were just… putting everything in boxes around the house and, I found some cameras? I really wanted to say that I’m so sorry for making you feel you had to install cameras in our home to prove my infidelity, I never brought her home, I wanted you to know”, he said, he sounded so conflicted. But you frowned

“Cameras? What are you talking about Harwin?”, you asked

“I found a camera in our room, and then another in the living room”, he said, now he was truly concerned, you could hear it

“They aren’t mine”, you said, sitting on the bed, Jace grumbled at your side, but didn’t wake, or at least, you thought so

“If they are not yours, and they are not mine, who are they?”, he asked. You whined, concerned, was it Aemond? no, there was no possible way he could have installed cameras in your place, no way, at least he sneaked in, but that sounded so insane, you didn’t even entertain that possibility. You stood up from the bed to continue the conversion in private.

“I’ll send you a picture”, immediately you checked it, it was a small round camera, cordless, in the side it had a strange symbol

“That’s the brand?”, you asked, gods, if that camera was pointing at your bed, for how long it had been recording? you suddenly felt cold, cold sweat running down your back

Gods

“Harwin”, you called, he hummed back, “I need to ask you something, tell you, more or less”

“I know, I’m sorry for not telling you, I went back to her”, he cut you

“To your co-worker?”, you asked, feeling relieved, at least you weren’t the only one with the 22 year old

“Yes, I’m sorry”

“It’s fine Harwin, at least it was worth something, but still this doesn’t answer the cameras”

“We will figure it out”, he said firmly

“You are not the one that had been filmed for who knows how long”, you muttered

“We will figure it out”, that sounded like a promise, “I’ll call a guy, and I’ll let you know”, he said trying to hang up

“Harwin”, you called again

“Yes?”, he asked back

“I’m sorry”, you mumbled

“For what?”, he asked

“Please don’t hate me”, you asked hopefully

“I could never hate you”, he said with certainty

“Never say never”

“Look I need to go, I’ll talk to you later, please don’t be upset, relaxed”, you barely nodded, a single tear fell from your eye, when he finds out what you had been doing, he was never going to forgive you

You sat on the couch, signing loudly, not knowing what to think

You had to freak out, didn’t you? you felt weirdly calm, like you had some sort of drug that didn’t allow you to feel anything anymore, maybe it was just the good sex.

But then, as you saw Jace’s bag that you haven't seen before, his laptop was peeking out of it, and in it… there was a sticker.

Another tear fell down your eye, but you whipped it quickly when he showed up

“Was what that about”, you looked up at him, trying to hide what you just found out

“Nothing, it's just hard”, you muttered, he smiled at you, only wearing his boxers, he placed his hand on your shoulder

He had been spying on you

“We have a dinner tonight”, he said simply, you raised an eyebrow to look at him

“What?”

“A dinner, in my mother’s house”, he said so easily, like you were a normal couple

“Jace”, you called, like he had finally snapped

“What?”, he chuckled

“Do you think that is appropriate?”, you asked, “is not your birthday anymore”, he looked down at you with a smirk, and a dark look in his eyes you didn’t like, that plus… the camera

“She knows”, your heart stopped then and there

“What?”, that smile made you shiver

“Oh darling, she knows”

“How? why?”

“Well, she suspected by my birthday and then I had to tell her, when Aemond visited you trying to blackmail you to fuck him”. And then you stopped breathing

“You knew?”, you choked out

“I found out”, his demeanor, his stance, his eyes… his smirk, your bottom lip quivered, more tears fell down your eyes

“Don’t cry love, the only one left is my father, then, we can finally start our lives together”, he leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. “And don’t you worry about work, already called them and explained, they will send your things”

Alright! this is it! had to make it short, sweet, kinky and a bit dark! I know it leaves a bit open... but I want your kinky minds to fill in the gaps! muahaha what was the saying... "Is worse what you imagine?" maybe is in spanish! hehe anyways thank you for reading and hopefully I'll see you in my next kinky history.

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unoislazy · 6 months

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A Dragon Trappers Fate (Part 2)

Eret Son of Eret x Gn! Reader

Summary: you thought you’d only have to see Eret once and never again, that way that weird feeling you got when you looked at him would disappear. Well, turns out you need him again so you an find out where Drago Bludvist is located. No one better to interrogate than a dragon trapper.

Your group of friends, of course excluding Hiccup, flew back in the general direction of Berk. A steady silence hung over all of you as you all had to come to terms with the fact that a war was coming, and a fairly gruesome one at that given the nature of Stoick’s story.

You looked ahead to the woman who naturally led the group, Astrid. You noticed the sour expression she held as she looked out at the landscape before her. Astrid was many things but good at hiding her emotion was not one of them. You lightly gestured your dragon to move up to her, now steadily flying beside her.

“So… you’re not going to listen to him are you?” You asked. She quickly snapped her head towards, surprised by your sudden presence before visibly relaxing a bit.

“Well, what if they get taken? What if Hiccup finds Drago before they can find him?” She asks, turning back to the landscape, very clearly lost in her stressful thoughts.

“Hiccup may be stubborn but so is his father, let's just give them time, don't act too hastily. Besides, it’s Hiccup we’re talking about.” You commented, eventually slightly persuading her to at least relax a slight bit.

“Let’s wait right there, and if they’re not back in thirty minutes, I’m going to look for them.” Astrid stated, guiding Stormfly down to a sizable piece of ice, big enough to hold everyone’s dragons while you all waited.

And so you waited.

And waited.

And… waited.

You watched as Astrid, someone who was usually quite put together, became fidgety and eager to get back out there. There was no doubt she loved that boy, and while you were all worried about his safety, clearly it was hitting her the most.

You almost didn’t understand it.

As far as you were concerned you had only ever experienced a familial kind of love, mainly through your friends and Stoick. He had always served as a sort of father figure over the group. You never really had that connection with anyone like Astrid and Hiccup had, or even the way Ruff, Snotlout and Fishlegs were… you never truly felt that way about anyone.

And as far as you knew, no one felt that way about you.

You couldn’t help but think how nice it must be to be able to find someone that you can not only be vulnerable with but you also want to protect. Good luck finding that in Berk, pretty sure the only Viking okay with seeming vulnerable is Fishlegs, and he gets made fun of for it every time.

It’s a weird thought, wanting to feel loved. Most people relate to the feeling, and strangely enough you felt like you had felt that feeling once before but you couldn’t place where.

You sighed, finally snapping out of your thoughts as you looked back up at Astrid who had just landed after searching the surrounding area for the fourth time in ten minutes.

“I don't like this. They should’ve been back by now.” She says to the group, even though you were almost sure the rest of them were truly too bored to listen.

“Alright then, let's go look for them.” You approved with a nod. Astrid Hofferson of all people did not truly need your approval for anything but you were the one who told her to wait in the first place. Without another word, Astrid took off practically leaving the rest of you behind in her dust.

“Good gods, what does she feed that dragon?” You asked rhetorically. Your dragon was fast but Astrid knew how to get Stormfly to her fastest potential.

“I think she feeds her chicken ‘cause they fly faster.” Tuffnut said which earned a very confused look from you as you turned back to him.

“Chickens can't fly…” You were well aware the twins had their moments of stupidity but it was always like a fresh slap in the face when you realized just how stupid they sounded sometimes.

“Oh yeah… well why do they have wings?” He argued, and honestly you couldn’t really think of a reason to argue back. Chickens are weird.

You shook your head before turning back towards where you could see Astrid a bit of a ways away from you all.

“You’d think she cares more about Hiccup than she does the rest of us.” You joked.

“I know I’d never leave you behind like that.” Snotlout added on, flying beside you to which you responded,

“Spare me.” Before adding distance between you and the short Viking man.

As you continued on, you questioned, how exactly were you meant to find Drago’s army? You had no idea where he could be at this point, Or at any point, you had never seen his army before. That’s when it clicked for you, who else would know where Drago is hiding than the dragon trappers.

Which meant seeing Eret son of Eret yet again.

You knew you weren’t looking forward to this but you’d have to suck it up for Hiccups potential safety.

After some time had passed you could start to see Erets ship in the distance, not in any better shape than it had looked last time. You caught up with Astrid before shouting towards him,

“So… any ideas on how to get him to talk?” You asked, to which Astrid responded with a smirk

“Watch and learn.” She stretched her arms out in front of her, cracking her knuckles as she often did. You waited behind as you watched her quickly dive down and scoop Eret up like it was nothing.

You watched as Stormfly flew back up to your height effortlessly, the man dangling between her claws as if he was nothing more than her latest kill or a scrap of meat. You looked down at the man from before, noticing slight features that you hadn’t really taken into account from before.

As much as you wanted to hate him, you could not deny he was still… very handsome. Oh how you hated admitting that.

You almost felt weak for not being able to control your thoughts or feelings about this Dragon trapper. Maybe you weren’t weak for it, for having emotions is just part of being human, but gods above were you ashamed of them.

The man screamed as he hung onto the dragons foot for dear life.

“What do you want from me?” He shouted desperately, which to be honest, was quite a good look for him. You shook your head at the thought before responding,

“We want you to take us to Drago.”

To that response the man look at you as if you had just sprouted two heads and a dragon tail.

“Help a bunch of dragon riders infiltrate Dragos army? Just kill me now.” He said in a half joking tone, but considering his situation they were definitely not the wisest words to say. Without another thought, Astrid ordered Stormfly to drop Eret which she did in a matter of seconds.

People could say what they wanted about Astrid but no one could deny that she had trained her dragon extremely well. Not like anyone had the balls to make a comment about her anyways.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Astrid asked, turning towards you as she gestured to a still screaming Eret who continued to get closer and closer to the ground.

“With pleasure.” You responded before telling your dragon to go down and fetch him. Coincidentally Eret had just been in the process of caving in, so your timing was impeccable.

Once you had flown back up to the group, Ruffnut was the first to fly towards Eret. She quickly cling to his arm as she begged to take him from you. You only laughed it off, but you couldn’t help but feel… upset about her being so enthusiastic towards him?

Which clearly confused you cause she did nothing wrong.

It felt like it could be described as jealousy but there is no way you’d ever be jealous over a dragon trapper of all people. You merely shook your head of the thoughts before looking down at the man now dangling in the grasp of your dragons claws.

“So Eret, how does it feel to be at the mercy of yet another dragon?” You teased, looking down at the man who simply rolled his eyes at you with a scoff.

“I’d be careful with how you respond, my dragon is now pretty eager to continue playing fetch.” You threatened in a lighthearted manner which didn’t get any verbal response from Eret but he definitely acknowledged the statement with his sudden shift in body language.

“Maybe you should change your profession, dragons seem to love you.” You joked, which finally got Eret to respond.

“And go against Drago Bludvist? No, I value my life, thank you.”

“Okay but say we took Drago out of the equation, would you consider it then?” You asked, genuinely curious in his answer.

“Did you not hear me when I said I’m the ‘finest dragon trapper alive’? I would have that title with or without Drago.” He stated quite arrogantly. He clearly wasn’t trying to impress anyone, just boost his own ego.

“Right well… have you ever actually gotten to know a dragon before?” You couldn’t help but feel like Hiccup with the way you were trying to talk down the situation. Usually Hiccup was the main advocate for switching people to the dragon side, but you couldn’t help but want to try and persuade Eret. Maybe if you could get him to switch sides you’d feel less guilty about your feelings for him. Or maybe there was something deeper that was urging you. Your mind was too muddled to properly discern the true reasoning so you simply just chalked it up to Hiccup rubbing off on you.

“No, and I don’t plan it. How many times do I have to say it, I’m a dragon ‘trapper’ not one of you.” He spat which caused you to scowl slightly.

“Yeah, you’ll eat your words one day.” You stated as if you knew his fate as a fact. You don’t know why but you felt extremely confident in your words.

“Or get eaten, tell me which outcome sounds more plausible?” He asked sarcastically.

So much for trying to win him over. Guess you were really going to have to do the “Hiccup Thing” and just wait to show him somehow.

Little did you know that opportunity would come up a lot sooner than you thought.

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nana-kom · 8 months

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Hi 👋🏻

This is a weight gain fic, this contain: feederism, wg, masturbation, if you don’t like don’t read.

Delivery boy

For the first time in his life, Felix had moved out on his own - he'd lived with his parents all his life, and was finally earning enough money to buy his first apartment. He was really excited about the idea of living on his own and finally becoming an adult. You see, Felix was a photographer, but he also worked in photo retouching and often accepted requests from different people to retouch photos. This could mean removing people from photos, lightening, coloring... so he spent most of his days at home working. This didn't really bother him, as he really enjoyed his work and loved working on all types of photos and requests. After moving in, the weeks began to pass and it has to be said that he lived very well on his own, eating whenever he wanted, going out if he felt like it and enjoying inviting his friends over whenever he likes. He couldn't have wished for anything better. But something start to changes after one of his clients request, it all began with a very specific request of retouch a photo of his client’s boyfriend to make him look chubby.

At first, Felix didn't really understand the request, but since he needed the money, he didn't really feel like refusing. The next day, he set to work, taking out his tablet and starting to redraw the proportions of the face and make this person chubby. At first, he remained focused on his work, but the more he progressed, the more he didn't want to stop and was eager to see the result. As he passed his eyes over the photo, he felt himself harden and let out a groan. Why was he so excited to see this person get fatter? He then swallowed and put down his tablet before running his hand over his member and starting to stroke himself as he thought about what he'd just done. Seeing someone slim put on weight and drawing all this shape made him so aroused that he even wanted to make him even fatter, so he didn't take long before jerking off. Fuck, what is happening to me? He thinks before cleaning the mess and finishing his work.

In the week that followed, Felix couldn't help but feel guilty. Whenever he opened his computer to research weight gainers, he couldn't help but masturbate to them. At first it was videos, then he came across drawings and fictions, all of which made him feel weird and guilty, but on the other hand the pleasure was too great. He began to think about what he wanted to do and wondered if he too could put on weight. He'd recently started eating more, but wondered if he could double all the quantities, and it wasn't long before he completely changed his eating routine.

Felix then started taking weight gain powder to stimulate his appetite for a week, and also began to eat in greater quantities, telling himself that if he wanted to put on weight he'd better order fast food and limit his sporting activities as much as possible. One evening he placed a large order at a fast food restaurant and was tempted by many things, including fries and onions rings, chicken fried as he loved it, four different burgers and doughnuts for dessert, as well as sodas to keep him hydrated throughout the evening. It had to be greasy, and he couldn't wait for all that food. When the doorbell rang, he hurried to the front door and came upon a rather cute delivery boy.

"Lee Felix ?" asked the delivery boy.

"Yes, that's me!" he said with a smile, and the deliveryman passed him several bags.

"Are you new to the neighborhood?"

"Hum...yes? How did you know?"

"Oh it's just that I often deliver here and this is the first time I've seen you so I was wondering...I didn't mean to be intrusive."

"Don't worry, something tells me we'll be seeing a lot of each other."

Felix then smiled before greeting him, then closed the door without the delivery man really understanding why. Felix then sat down at the table in his living room, and began to devour his meal, it must be said that the appetite stimulants were really taking effect and he often found himself hungry at any time of the day. He ate his burgers, enjoying every bite, feeling his stomach swell as he progressed through his meal. He had no idea that eating so much could be so exhausting. He needed to take breaks and found himself with the soda bottle in hand to wash it all down. He started to put his hand on his belly and feeling it so warm and swollen he groaned again and took a handful of French fries and shoved them into his mouth. The pleasure was too good for Felix and he hoped to see the effects of this meal on his body, he loved feeling heavy and fat. At the end of his meal, he couldn't help but let out a few burp and didn't even have the strength to get up. He closed his eyes, massaging his belly, which was far too swollen from the food he'd had to open the button on his pants to finish the meal, and fell asleep on the sofa, too lazy to do anything.

Over the next few days, Felix continued this routine and, as always, the delivery man was the same. They began to get to know each other, and this one's name was Chan. He was doing this to pay for his studies, and since he worked and lived in the neighborhood, it was very convenient for him. It must be said that Felix was always happy to see him, as he always brought his food. At first Chan wondered whether Felix lived with several people, due to the quantity of food, but he learned that he lived alone, and as the weeks went by he saw the impact of his meals on Felix's body. At first he noticed it in his cheeks, which looked puffier, but as time went by and the time it took to come open the door grew longer, he began to wear wider clothes and stopped wearing jeans and just jogging suits. Chan was surprised to see this handsome young man change, but he enjoyed every visit when he came, and the bigger Felix got, the more Chan was attracted to him.

Months went by and one day Chan received a large order and was not surprised when he saw Felix's address. He hurried to pick up the order, then went straight to the address he knew well before ringing the bell. He waited for several minutes without understanding what was happening, then heard a noise inside.

"Come in!" said Felix.

Chan frowned, but didn't ask any questions and walked through the door, only to find Felix sitting on his sofa. Or rather sunken into his sofa unable to stand up, he was huge, all his body look fat, his feet: his hand, his legs, any parts of his body couldn’t tell you he was skinny before. He was wearing a t-shirt far too small for him because his breasts talking all the part, Chan start wondered if he was wearing pants, since his belly covered his legs, his breasts fell over his stomach and his face was surrounded by several double chins. The arm of Felix were on his belly, too heavy to be somewhere else. The slim man Chan had known months before had disappeared to make himself a pig who did nothing but eat again and again unable to stop and it was clear that Felix had gone too far to pick him up.

"Sorry I didn't feel like getting up," said Felix, smiling.

"That's okay..." he said as he placed his order on the table some distance from Felix. "Will it be okay if I put it here or are you unable to move?"

"I can...try..." said Felix, reaching for the bag.

Chan didn't want to leave this apartment, he wanted to see Felix sweating just by making some movement to reach his food. Felix tried his best to retrieve the food, but he was just tiring himself out for nothing; he began to gasp for breath and sweat more and more.

"Look at you, unable to feed yourself without someone to help."

«"I...can...do…it..."

"Leave it to me, little piggy."

Chan then grabbed the food that Felix had ordered and began to feed him, Felix was too hungry to think about what was going on, and he ate again and again all that Chan could give him, he didn't care what he looked like and he just needed more.

"How could you end up like that?"

"More Chan....I'm still hungry..."

"You're just a little pig addicted to food how would you do without me?"

"You made me this way..."

"I was just bringing what you ordered...you're all dirty look at you." said Chan as Felix had food around his mouth and on his shirt.

"Bring me more next time...fuck...I can't get up...." say Felix trying to stand up.

"I'll take care of you if you’re a good boy..."

Chan then sat on Felix and started touching his belly, Felix blushing as he realized that the distance between them was because his huge belly was taking up all the space. He groaned as he felt Chan's hands roam over his body and into areas he himself could no longer reach. Chan then grabbed what was left on the table and fed him while he continued to touch him.

"Such a good pig. »

"Mmm...thanks..." say Felix, chewing the food.

"You're doing really good big boy. I can't wait to see how fat you're going to be."

" If you keep coming I'm never stopping to gain weight. "

" And I'm never stopping to feed you baby. "

#chubby skz #weight gain fic #weight gain skz #chubby kpop #chubby felix

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feathersandfarmers · 4 months

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What is your opinion of Molly The Chick, Frizzle The Scouse Chick and Dr. Mark Fry?, and What is your opinion of Mrs. Melisha Tweedy’s new makeover and outfit?

Molly: I thought she was really cute, and looked so much like Ginger! I think she's a great addition to the Chicken Run cast of characters. I appreciate how the writers wrote her; She was outgoing and adventurous without being a bratty character. Honestly I just wished we could have seen more moments of her as a baby/toddler, and more moments of Rocky and Ginger looking after her and being regular parents!

Frizzle: I like Frizzle too! I had a hard time understanding some of what she said tbh. At first, i felt her color palette was too saturated, and i think i still do tbh (her color is way too different from all the other hens when you compare her to all the other character designs and their color palettes) but she's still cute and i enjoy drawing her! I have a headcanon that she's quite a good artist, and loves to draw and make crafts with Molly (she made the necklace she's wearing!)

Dr.Mark Fry: (okay so it's official his name is Mark? where is this stated, im curious!) I'm gonna say something weird but i remember seeing fanart of Dr.Fry drawn all thin, and sexy looking with a sly look to his face before his official design was revealed. Then you see him! He's all cute, and chubby-cheeked and has this goofy grin on his face. He's an eccentric scientist (and a theatre kid!) i would love to see more of his inventions. I wonder how he met Mrs Tweedy, he seems to really love and worship her.

Mrs.Tweedy's makeover: She looks great tbh, very reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn. She's got nicer makeup, dyed her hair all black to cover the greyness we saw in the first movie.This make-over of hers shows how she really desires to live a glamorous life-style.

#i did my best to answer #im not sleeping well these days so hopefully my writings are coherent enough!#thanks for the ask #chicken run 2

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 1 year

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Bitten

Summary: There was something off about Matt Murdock. You just didn't think of the obvious.

Pairing: Vampire!Matt Murdock x fem. Vampire hunter

Wordcount: 2.3k

Rating: E

Warnings: Vampire AU, mysterious deaths, mentions of blood, smut (public sex, unprotected sex) biting (the sexy way), witchcraft

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It started with a blind date.

Which, given the fact that your date was indeed blind, should have been weird but when he smiled at you, you found yourself charmed by him.

His name was Matthew Murdock, he was a lawyer with his own firm and your friend Kimberly who was friends with the girlfriend of his partner had set you up.

“Honestly he seems like a lottery win to me. I don’t know why he’s still single,” she had said and after spending two hours over dinner with him you were asking yourself the same question.

He not only was intelligent and compassionate, no he was also one of the most handsome men you had ever laid your eyes on. The dark suit he was wearing seemed to be sewn onto him with how it was fitting him perfectly. The first three buttons of his dark grey shirt unbuttoned giving you a peek of his chest hair. He wasn’t freshly shaven, at least a week's worth of stubble on his cheeks, making you wonder how it would feel rubbing over your skin.

His eyes were hidden behind round dark red glasses, making you wonder what colour they had. You had a feeling they were brown, matching his dark hair that was unkempt in a way too sexy way.

He seemed perfect.

Almost too perfect and you couldn’t put your finger on what was throwing you off about him.

“Are you still with me?” you heard him ask and you smiled, nodding your head.

“Yeah sorry. Just… thinking.”

“About what?” he asked with a small smile.

“About what it is that you’re hiding,” you said and his smile got wider.

“What makes you think I’m hiding something?”

“The fact that you’re sitting with me here on a date we were both set up on. How are you still single? You seem like quite the catch.”

He grinned, his hand reaching for the glass of wine on the table and you noticed that he grabbed it without any issue. Not like you would expect a blind person to act. As if he saw it.

“I’m no catch. I’m a workaholic who gets paid for his services in chickens and, I have to admit, a very delicious Lemon tart this week. But it’s worth it in the end.”

“But you fight for what you want. What you think is right.”

“In more ways than you’d think,” he said and you tilted your head to the side. His jaw flexed once and you frowned, taking a deep breath.

You had a suspicion.

A suspicion about what he was that you couldn’t test in a room full of people.

His head snapped to his right, as if he had heard something.

“Excuse me. I have to use the restroom,” he said, getting up from his chair. You watched him, taking his cane as he slowly made his way towards the restrooms.

You waited for fifteen minutes before you called for the bill, rolling your eyes.

You paid, glancing at your wrist watch, deciding it was still early enough to take a walk around the neighbourhood. You checked if you had anything in your purse, finding your gun, filled with eight silver bullets securely waiting for you.

You felt your phone vibrate with a new message, another address of a hospital.

You sighed, shaking your head, before you got up and exited the restaurant.

Unsuspecting of Matthew watching you from the roof of the neighbour building.

“This is what? The sixth one this month?” you asked the officer.

“That’s why we called you. There are no fingerprints. Nothing on camera. And it’s always…” you interrupted him.

“Have there been any new Vampire’s registered lately around here? I mean it’s all in and around hell’s kitchen. There must be…” you sucked your bottom lip in, looking around.

“Nothing. There haven’t been any new vamps being registered in half a year or so.”

“That’s a bit suspicious, don’t you think?”

The officer shrugged, clearly waiting for you to dismiss him.

“Okay. Thank you Officer. I’ll take it from here,” you said, looking away from him.

“Call the station if you need anyone to come by.”

“I won’t. I can take care of myself.”

The hairs on your neck stood up, and instinctively you reached for the dagger strapped to your thigh. Turning around in one fluent motion you saw someone standing in the far back corner.

“You’re new,” he said and you narrowed your eyes.

“And you shouldn’t be here.”

Slowly he walked towards you while you still held the dagger up, ready to defend yourself.

“They really called a vampire hunter?” he asked and finally stepped into the light. His suit fit him like a second skin. Red leather hugging his body. His eyes were covered behind a mask, the little horns on his head you had made fun of suddenly looking more intimidating than you thought.

The devil of hell's kitchen was here.

“They suspect a vampire has been stealing the blood supplies. So I guess calling me makes sense. Why are you here?” you still held the dagger up.

“To keep my city safe,” he replied and you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

His lips twitched into the whisper of a smirk and you huffed before you released a breath.

“Only A negative is missing,” you turned away from him, pulling the Dagger back. You heard his footsteps behind you.

“It was the same at the last five hospitals. I have been trying to follow whoever did this for some time now but they mask themselves. I always lose them.”

“Protection spell?” you asked.

“Maybe.”

“Or maybe you’re just not as good as you think,” you hummed.

“Oh, I am. Don’t you worry your pretty head sweetheart,” he said but you were ignoring him, picking up a business card from the ground.

“Look at that. Maybe that’s a clue?” you said, turning around.

But he was gone.

“Men,” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

You looked at the business card, already dreading what you had to do to follow the lead. But it was good money.

“Oh fuck this,” you groaned to yourself before you turned around and left the room.

B-Juice was a popular, let’s call it restaurant chain across the country.

Vampire’s weren’t cast out creatures like in the past decades. Some of the most famous people were vampires. And B-Juice was where they would get their blood. There was something for everyone. All human blood types. Some animal blood types. Artificial blood.

But you found yourself before the B-Juice lounge deluxe in Hell’s kitchen.

Lounge because they had human donors the vampire’s could drink from directly.

Lounge deluxe because same humans could also be paid to have sex with.

You were wearing your most revealing dress, your hunter’s mark hidden behind at least three layers of concealer. You knew the owner and he had told you that he wanted to help.

The robberies were bad for his business after all.

You made your way to the backdoor, waving at the bouncer who knew about you. You did not know if or what you would find here.

But finding the card of this lounge at the crime scene seemed suspicious to you.

You felt the bass hum in your chest as you made your way inside the lounge. Vampires and humans were sitting around. Some engaged in conversation, some were feeding.

Vampires had always been fascinating to you.

It’s why you chose to become a hunter.

The stigma Vampire’s still had, was not something the majority of them deserved. But much like humans there were always some assholes.

You let your eyes wander through the room, before your eyes found his. Well… his glasses. He was looking straight at you and if you wouldn’t know that he was blind, you would think he was looking directly at you.

You sighed and the left corner of his mouth twitched.

“Fancy seeing you here, Murdock,” you said as you walked towards him.

“Likewise. Hey I didn’t mean to just walk away but…”

“You had a date at a blood bank?” you asked and he flinched.

“I deserve that. I was an ass. But No. Something else came up.”

“Okay. Be mysterious. Anyway, have fun,” you waved at him, shaking your head to yourself because he was fucking blind and couldn’t see it. But before you could leave, his hand shot out and wrapped around your wrist. You looked down at this hand around your wrist.

“Don’t go into the deluxe lounge,” he said and it sounded like a warning.

“Why?” you asked.

His head tilted. You took the time he took to answer to look at him. Really look at him. He was wearing different clothes than when you were at dinner. He looked on edge for some reason and these lips…

“Because if you would let me, I’d like to drink from you.”

These words shouldn’t sound so damn filthy coming from his lips.

“I… Matt…”

“I know you want to. Your heartbeat… It's faster. Your body temperature went up there for a moment and you…” he took a deep breath.

“I can smell you, sweetheart,” he hummed and you gulped.

You shook your head, closing your eyes to get you back to damn focus.

“Fuck you and your weird vampire senses. I’m here for work.”

He pulled you closer, so his mouth was close to your ear.

“The man you are searching for is sitting across from us, feeding. She’s an A negative. If I take care of him, will you let me take you home?” he asked. You blinked once, twice, before you pulled back and he released your wrist. Slowly you turned around, finding a young man almost inhaling from the woman sitting next to him, her wrist against his mouth.

Turning back towards Matt you tilted your head in suspicion before you sat down next to him.

“You’re the devil,” you said and he nodded.

“And you just… told me? How do you know it’s him?”

“His scent was all over the hospital. I smelled him before. I think the woman he’s been feeding from is the witch who helps him.”

“Then we need to take both of them,” you said.

Witchcraft wasn’t against the law either. Just using it for crime.

“You are one hundred procent sure?” you asked him. He leaned in, his lips close to yours.

“Absolutely,” he whispered and fuck you wanted to kiss him.

You took another deep breath.

“I need to make a call.”

“Of course,” he nodded and grinned. He took your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it and you shuddered. His grin got wider.

“Will you let me take you home? After?”

You smirked, leaning down, your lips against his ear.

“I will let you take me wherever you want, Murdock. You got some making up to do.”

Your back was pressed against the wall, Matt's arm holding you up as he kissed you.

It had taken over two hours to get the suspect to the station. You had to make a statement, lying through your bones at the reason you suspected him.

Not that you needed it. When they searched his house they found douzen of empty blood bags and he confessed to dealing with them.

Matt had waited for you in front of the station.

Said station you were currently pressed against with your way to revealing dress while Matt was slowly fucking into you.

Superhuman strength really came in handy.

“Fuck…” you whimpered, throwing your head back against the wall and Matt kissed down your neck. His teeth scratching over your skin, making you clench as he slowly pumped into you.

“Shit… Sweetheart…”

“Faster. Fuck me faster. Wanna cum… Wanna…”

“You wanna cum?” he asked, moving faster.

“I wanna cum before I get arrested for public…. Fucking….”

He huffed a laugh.

“Good thing you have a lawyer inside of you, huh?” he teased and you bit your lip as he hit something perfect inside of you.

“There it is…” he grinned. He sucked at your collarbone, his thrusts getting faster and harder.

“Bite me,” you whimpered. “Fucking bite me,” you whispered.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Don’t make me ask a third time. I know some really mean things for V… ahhh,” his hand came up to cover your mouth as his teeth bit into your neck.

Your eyes rolled back into the back of your head and you moaned loudly under his hand as the combination of him fucking you hard and drinking from you pulled you over the edge, thankful for him holding you up because no way in hell were you able to stay upright.

He hummed against your skin before he parted from you, his lips bloodstained. He licked his lips.

“Like honey,” he groaned, his hand leaving your mouth to kiss you.

“Cum inside me,” you whined against his lips and only a mumbled fuck against your lips was the warning before you felt him twitch and release his cold seed inside of you.

“Fuck me…” you said lowly, catching your breath.

He chuckled.

“I just did,” he said and you shook your head with a laugh.

“How about that offer of you taking me home, Murdock? Or does your alter ego have somewhere to be?” you asked and he grinned.

His arms around you tightened before he jumped and you squealed, holding on to him.

“I am fucking naked Murdock. Not everyone is blind!” you jelled against his neck and he laughed.

“No one is gonna see you,” he said when you were on a rooftop over the station.

“But they might hear you,” he hummed before he sank to his knees in front of you, grinning wickedly before he dove in.

#my fic #matt murdock #matt murdock x fem. reader #daredevil #vampire au #Charlie cox #fanficiton #fanfic #fan fiction

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babishfantasies · 2 months

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I promise - part 2

part 1

As soon as she declared me ready she started to slowly remove the straps of her dress, with me mere centimeters from her chest. As she took the strips down she revealed a pink lace bra containing her bountiful breasts. They were so big, something that I already knew but my new point of view made abundantly clear. Where they DD, E? I don’t really know about those things honestly. They were fine, that’s all I cared for. That’s what made me so attracted to her in the first place.

As much as I was mesmerized and even mystified by the experience, my position started to become a problem. It wasn’t all that uncomfortable, but it made me instinctively move backwards as my feet pushed over the couch. And just as I was fidgeting in place trying to adjust myself so I could stay as close to her as possible, she took me by the back with one hand and moved me closer to her, to the point all I could see was her pink bra. “Let’s keep you close to me, sweetie” she said, and with my postural issues resolved I went back to being panicked, aroused and confused.

As I lay there hornyfied I came back to the fateful moment that started it all. I mean… I know what I said, ok? But she practically coerced me to say it too. Well, I don’t know if coerced it’s the term, but she asked me pretty aggressively why I looked at her breasts so much and the only thing I could come up with was “I want to suck them”. And yeah, I guess I want to, I would like to do so much more with them too, but this felt so out of left field, as if she was imparting an ironic punishment on me, sort of a monkey paw wish. Well, she hasn’t forced me to do anything so far. I would describe our current situation more like a chicken game, but instead of colliding at high speed I will get to suck some good titties, and right now I can see the flashing lights just in front of me.

As I was laying there reliving my recent past I didn’t notice that she had removed the cup from her bra revealing her massive tit in all of its glory. And as if that wasn’t enough to drive me even closer to climax she started to massage it, which in turn made it secret some droplets of milk. Was this really about to happen? I didn’t really know how to feel about it anymore, but I had made it too far to go back. This was getting way too weird though, and my nerves were at their limit. I was basically completely mute and unresponsive at that point, all of my effort was focused on making sense of all of this and not coming in my pants.

“Ok darling, here it is, just what you wanted. You just have to suckle and the milk will come out. Remember to keep your lips locked on my nipple so no milk is wasted, but I’m sure you won’t waste anything considering how much you wanted this. Don’t be shy baby, you can start”. Wait what?. As I tried to process what she just said I felt her hand behind my head pushing my face towards her boob, partially sinking my face into her huge mass with my mouth just over her nipple.

“Ok sweetie, now open your mouth. That’s right, good boy. And Now you start to suckle. You know how to suckle, right? Of course you do. That’s it. Good boy, very good” I don’t know why but I just followed every order she made and without noticing it I was suckling from her, with a steady stream of milk filling my mouth. As I was there, submerged in her huge breast and getting filled with her milk as if I was a hungry baby, I couldn’t deny that the taste was rather pleasant, just like cow milk but thinner and bit sweeter. I didn’t expect this, and it made me far more relaxed about the whole situation. I mean if she’s okay with this I guess there’s nothing wrong with it, right?

So I just stood there, suckling hungrily while she patted my head and encouraged me to continue. “Good boy” “that’s it, sweetie” “go on, darling” she said softly as I could feel her loving gaze over me. It all felt so good and relaxing, as if I could stay like this forever, and as I settled into it I started to feel somewhat smaller and even vulnerable. At some point I was just there, as if we were slowly fussing with every passing moment, completely lost in the moment and filled with a bliss I haven’t felt in my life before. I could savor her with every gulp, her milk becoming sweeter after every suckle. Every time I swallowed the only thing in my mind was to suckle as fast as I could just to savor that sweet again, with all of my taste buds feeling overwhelmed by how yummy her milk was. I just stayed like that for what felt like hours, so unaware and at the same time fully focused on her.

It all had felt so perfect and so good. But then I felt it, having forgotten it on my relaxation, a numbness in my crotch that was followed by a violent quake that went all over my body. I was so scared, I couldn’t understand what was going on so I hugged her tightly. “It seems that my little boy it’s about to have a little accident” She said condescendingly. And then it came as if all of my body sent its energy to my crotch. It felt like I was dropping everything I had inside me on that orgasm, and I came so much I almost felt like I was about to leak it everywhere. It just kept coming for what felt like an eternity, all of it while I kept my head sink in her breast and my arms tightly around her comforting figure. “That’s it sweetie, you’re doing great. Mommy will take care of everything, don’t worry”.

Part 3

#domme mommy #fem domme #md/lb #ab/dl stories #ab dl mommy #age regression #ab dl #abdlmommy #abdlbabyboy #breastfeeding kink

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windvexer · 11 months

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Hey chicken! First of all I want to say how much I love your blog and your energy! You're one of the nicest people on here.

Now for the question, I was practicing talking to a few plants I had on my property to see what they'd be good at and I felt like I was getting a lot of weird abstract answers vs when I'm actively out foraging I'll pick up "vibes" sort of in the way that was described in your post you made on asking ingredients. How do I discern what's my lizard ADHD brain and what's actually happening? How do I tell if I'm picking up actual "vibes" when I'm out foraging or if it's all malarkey?

Thanks!!

Hello! Thank you for your kind words.

The boring answer is that I suspect there is no "magic key" that will automatically and without fail indicate whether or not you are engaging in genuine psychism.

There are many issues here:

Plants that live on your property have one commonality that makes them different from foraged plants; they are on your property. Plants that are within your domain or under your purview may indeed answer differently than plants which are not.

Domesticated species may behave very differently from their wild cousins. A species that likes you will react differently from a species that does not. Plants on properties at which you have lived for decades will react differently to plants on properties you have just moved into. Plants that feel neglected, versus plants that feel loved. And so forth.

To confuse the issue even further, one specific oak tree might like you and provide you with many helpful vibes; and another member of the same species might dislike you and refuse to be helpful.

So there are many, many reasons why X plants in Y location might all be behaving differently; not the least of which is "we don't want to talk to you, so yes it is your lizard ADHD brain filling in the blanks."

The problem with trying to set up a series of locks and keys for what "counts" as psychism is that inevitably you're going to be wrong, but if you set up a system for yourself where if condition X, Y, and Z are met then you are totally right, for real this time, you seriously risk falling down a rabbit hole of self-delusion.

The proof has to be in the pudding. You can get a vibe and go fact-check that against herbals, and see whether or not you're right. For our metaphysical purposes, this means actually seeking aid from these various plants in spellwork. Do the plants actually, noticeably help your spells, or not? If you cast the same spell without their involvement, does it work just as well, or work differently?

And then, of course, the whole issue is further confused if the experimenter doesn't really know how to cast a spell very well, or doesn't know how to properly evoke plant allies. It all gets quite tangled up.

But I think that's more or less got to be the way it is: judging everything based on its own situation, in its own context, based on its own results. Let everything be an experiment, and note your own successes. Avoid creating systems that let you prove to yourself you're right based on omens. Rather, get to know the plants as friends, and see whether their presence in your life alters your life - or not.

#answered #psychism #spirit work #communication

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dysfunctionalaliens · 2 years

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School Muffins -Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Undercooked school muffins bring love

Warnings: Nothing but Gareth being a homie and Eddie and Reader awkwardly flirting with each other

Word count: 1.0k

A/N: This was requested by Anon with prompt list, they requested #5 with Eddie Munson: “If i ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” This is my first time doing a prompt so hopefully it’s not to bad. If you enjoyed this, I have requests open both for prompts and everything else

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“This is chicken scratch. Gareth, how can you even read this?” You questioned as you pushed your way through the crowd of students all flooding out of class. Dodging elbows and stepping over feet, you peered down at the paper in your hand again.

Groaning, you crumpled the paper, adding more creases and wrinkles to the already ruined paper. “I’ve seen better writing from Eddie.” You called back to the male behind you that was worming his way through the student body. “That’s rude, have you seen his writing? If my writing is chicken scratch, then his has to be baby scribbles.” Gareth spoke as he appeared beside you, pulling the paper ball out of your hand.

“You made it worse, look what you did.” He waved the paper ball around for a moment before shoving it into his pocket with a dramatic roll of his eyes.

After avoiding an elbow to the face, you pulled Gareth with you into the school cafeteria. Only letting him go when he showed interest in what was being served for the day.

From where you stood you began to squint, as you peered over the multiple faces of the cafeteria before landing on a familiar face. “Found Eddie. Looks like Jeff is already there as well. Oh wait, did you grab me something?” You questioned Gareth as he turned around with his tray.

“Want the muffin? It’s a mystery what flavor it is.” He spoke as you both made your way to the table where the rest of the hellfire group sat. “Sure, the worst thing that can happen is it being undercooked.” You grabbed the muffin off his tray, unable to hold back the noise of confusion at the texture of it. “I was wrong, very very wrong.” Disgust outlines your voice as Gareth snorts at the expression painted on your face.

“Look, it’s your prince charming.” Gareth teased as you both neared the table, earning a rather rough elbow in the ribs for his words as you felt warmth flood your face. He glared at you as you both sat down in your respective spots.

“I think my dog ate some of my dnd dice.” Was the first thing you heard as you tuned into the conversation. “What? Jeff, you let Pippin eat your dice?” You ask in disbelief as you turn your attention to him.

“I didn’t mean to let him. He somehow got into my room; I think my mom let him in.” He pauses to eat some fruit salad off his tray. “He ate my D4 and D8.”

“I’m sure (Y/N) will give you a spare set, they always have them.” Turning your attention to Eddie, you almost jumped out of your skin as you realized how close he was. “Won’t you?” He speaks once more with an eyebrow raised.

“Oh, yeah I can. I always have spare sets on me.” Eddie’s hand suddenly landing on your shoulder made your heart start pounding in your chest so hard, you swore it was going to rip out of your chest and flop onto the dull table. “Our (Y/N), always prepared for anything.”

As the table went back to talking among themselves, Eddie’s hand was still glued to your shoulder without any signs of moving. Taking a deep breath, you dared to let your eyes wander to Eddie once more.

“Hi.” You whispered as you made eye contact with him.

“Hi.” Eddie copied.

A heartbeat of silence passed over you two before you remembered the disgusting muffin in your hand. “Ever eat these?” You blurt out to the metal head beside you.

“A muffin? Yeah, I think I’ve had a few in my years.” The warmth appears once more as Eddie snickers at the clear panic on your face. “No, I meant like a school muffin. Obviously, you’ve had a muffin before, who hasn’t? It would be weird if you hadn’t before, not calling you weird-” You pause as you steal a look at the male who has a soft smile on his face as you ramble.

“I’m going to stop now.” Eddie shakes his head and moves his hand to instead wrap an arm around your shoulders and pull you closer. “No no, please continue. Tell me more about the great school muffin and how some haven’t journeyed to have them yet.” He teases quietly.

Biting back the embarrassment flooding your veins, you chose to clear your throat as best as you could before holding up the muffin. “I mean, I don’t blame them. It has the texture of slime.” You bluntly state which gets a snort in response.

“Then how did the school muffin get into your inventory, dear merchant?” Eddie questions with a slight head tilt, reminding you of a puppy seeing something new for the first time.

“Gareth The Great was kind enough to give it to me, payment he said for all my wares.” You play along with the Hellfire Club leader.

The group had decided rather early on that you were the ‘Merchant’ of the group due to always having replacements for lost dice, lost pencils and whatever else the group needed. You could name dozens of times off the top of your head that someone had lost a dice or unfortunately had left them at home.

“Payment he said? I never knew you required payment. Had we all been using your wares without the worry of payment?” You snicker at his words before shrugging. “I didn’t want to lose my best customers; it would kill my business.”

You both laugh at the exchange for a few moments before falling into a comfortable silence.

“I guess I need to think of a payment for all the wares I’ve used over the years.” His fingers drag themselves along your shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something. You always do.” You place the disgusting muffin onto the table, ignoring the feeling left on your hand and the warmth strangling you.

A gentle tap on your shoulder brings your attention back to the club leader with a “Yesss?”

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

Ignoring the pounding in your ears, you turned to Eddie with a smile.

“Well, I need my payment somehow, don’t I?”

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freedfutura · 2 years

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Hey! Could you PLEASE do a Robin Arellano x fem reader where he kisses us for the first time? I'm jus in my Robin fase rn and I found little to no fanfiction like this! Even though I searched through the depths of google and Tumblr

Hey! Ofc I can. Hope you like it!

(p.s. I have a Robin fic on Wattpad if you’re interested. My user on there is FuturaIvy ! It’s called “Grab N’ Go”.)

[Robin Arellano]

First Kiss

Robin was known far and wide in school for being confident, strong, and as cool as a cucumber. He walked around campus feeling like the shit, and knowing he was. Girls wanted him, boys wanted to be him.

He can flirt his way through any crisis or to get what he wants- what can he say? He’s a ladies man.

Well, he was. Until he met you, that is. And now his whole cool boy charade is long long forgotten.

Every time he’s with you, his hands get clammy, his heart rate picks up tremendously, he can barely speak without stuttering and he always feels like the room is suffocatingly hot. You are his kryptonite.

Which is why he OBVIOUSLY had to ask you out. (After a long ramble about how pretty he found you and why he would make a good boyfriend). It was easy enough because you had been crushing on him for a while and agreed without a hint of hesitation. He felt so on top of the world after that, that he forgot that there’s more to a relationship than just saying you’re together.

It took him a while to figure out how to balance keeping up his tough reputation while still sparing enough affection to keep you satisfied with him. In the end, he’d created a perfect system of keeping your affections private and simply holding your hand and walking you to class in public.

Just when he thought he had everything figured out, his current predicament came to light.

“You mean you haven’t kissed her yet?” Gwen teases. “What’re you? A chicken?”

He had chosen to walk home with the Blake siblings today, in desperate need of Finney’s help with math to avoid suspension, when Gwen began grilling him about his recent relationship with you. More specifically, your lack of smooching.

Robin is red in the face, desperately racking his brain as if some forgotten memory of you two smashing faces might resurface to prove her wrong. Of course, nothing but his fantasies come to light.

Finney notices his troubled expression, which is definitely unusual considering he was normally very confident and sure of himself. As such, he nudges his elbow into Gwen’s side in an attempt to quiet her teasing giggles.

“They just started dating a month ago, Gwen,” He defends, offering Robin a reassuring smile. “Things like that take time, right?”

Gwen rolls her eyes.

Robin hesitantly nods. “I mean, yeah. Duh. I’m not trying to rush my girl.”

After that conversation, he could hardly focus on anything Finney was trying to teach him. All of it seemed to be going through one ear and out the other as his mind was unwaveringly fixated on you.

Why hasn’t he kissed you yet?

He never really thought about it before. Now though, the thought won’t leave his mind.

Would your lips be as soft and plump as they look? Would they taste like the cherry chapstick you’re always wearing? Would his lips be too chapped for you? What if his breath stunk? And should there be tongue like in the movies? Or should it just be a quick peck?

“Robin? ROBIN!” Finney shouts, snapping his fingers before the boys face and causing him to jump in surprise.

“Huh? What?” He blinks back, totally caught off guard.

Finney sighs, “look, man, you’re totally being weird today. You’ve been sitting there staring at the table for, like, 20 minutes. What’s up with you?”

Robin blushes lightly, scratching the back of his head, “my bad, Finn. It’s nothing. I’ve just got a lot of shit to take care of at home. Is it alright if we study tomorrow instead?”

Finney slowly nods, giving him a worried look. “Yeah, sure. Everything alright?”

Robin flashes him his usual smile and nods, “for sure. See ya later?”

“Yeah, alright,” Finney nods, watching as his usually well put together pal stumbles his way to the front door and rushes out.

Finney sighs and smiles to himself knowingly. Robin had it bad for you. He never thought he’d see the day where someone like Robin would be caught dead stressing over a girl, but he guesses Cupid doesn’t discriminate. Even the toughest guys fall victim to loves spell.

Robin had one goal in mind for today now, and that wasn’t math. Its kissing you. He’s determined to know how soft your lips are and if kissing is really what it’s hyped up to be by everyone else. Not to mention your beautiful face had been taking up the free space in his mind for far too long, and he’s hoping that kissing you will satisfy his need for you and free up some room to finally store some knowledge up in there.

After a fast paced, determined strive towards your home, he finds himself losing all the confidence he previously had built up as he stands in front of your window.

He might have flirted with girls before and he might seem all knowing, but if he’s honest, he’s never kissed someone before.

Hesitantly, he knocks on the glass pane and waits patiently for your to open up.

After a few moments, your curtains are being pulled to the side, and your smiling face comes into view, immediately knocking him into a lovesick daze and diminishing all essence of confidence from his being.

“Hey, handsome,” you flirt, throwing your windows open and offering a hand. “What’re you doing here? I thought you had to study with Finney today?”

Robin grins flirtatiously, grabbing hold of your hand and yanking himself into your room.

“It’s your fault, really. You had me all distracted and I couldn’t focus on the boring shit Finney was teaching me,” he snickers, balancing himself once his boots hit the floor.

You raise a brow, “oh? My fault? Really? Now how is it that I was distracting you when I was all the way over here?”

Robin shrugs, casually walking over and plopping onto your bed. “You tell me. You’re the one who randomly shows up in my head.”

You snicker, walking over to your desk to grab your mixtape bin and then towards the bed, shoving him over and sitting beside him. “You’re crazy, Arellano. Sounds like someone’s a little obsessed.”

He rolls his eyes, sitting up and shifting around to face you. “Yeah, yeah. It’s called being a good boyfriend.”

You hum, nodding lightly. “You make a good point. But if you start blaming me for you failing math we’ll have problems.”

He chuckles, examining your features as you flick through the mixtapes in your lap.

“Hey, so…um…” he begins nervously, his previous playful tone fading out. “Gwen was talking to me earlier today. She said Ryan Kramer and Susie Burkhart got detention for kissing behind the band hall.”

You raise a brow, laughing lightly while continuing to go through your tapes. “Seriously? Didn’t they start dating, like, three days ago?”

He nervously laughs and nods, “yeah, that’s what I was saying.”

“Found it!” You cheerfully announce, bouncing away from him and towards your cassette player.

He watches with a slight frown as you get the tape situated. You didn’t seem very interested in the topic of kissing at all. Or maybe he wasn’t going about it right? Ugh. He’s so lost about how to initiate this.

When you turn around you can tell somethings up because he’s lost in thought with a conflicted expression and frown etched into his features.

“Robin? Everything alright?” You call out to him, returning to your spot on the bed beside him.

He hesitantly nods, “um, yeah.”

And then he’s back on his thought train again.

You take this moment to do what he had previously been doing to you and admire every feature about him. Truly, you just couldn’t fathom why or how he chose to be with you, but you felt endlessly lucky about it. You had liked him since 6th grade science class, when you sat behind him. His hair was shorter then, and he didn’t sport the bandanna.

He had changed a lot through the years. In good ways. He was more confident, well respected, generally liked by most. Even if he did get himself into fights here and there. He was usually the one finishing fights, not starting them.

And he had really grown into his features. His jaw was sharper, he had gotten taller, his shoulders were broader.

Everything about him made you just wanna kiss him.

Your face is bright red by the time he turns to look up at you, finally able to drag himself away from his thoughts.

He raises a brow at your clearly flustered expression.

When did you get so red? And what did he do to cause it?

“What?” He smiles. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

You push away from him, shaking your head, “nothing! Nothing! I wasn’t looking at you!”

He blinks in surprise, a sly smirk crawling onto his face. “Oh, I see. You can’t resist my charm, huh?”

You roll your eyes, “oh please, you wish!”

“Don’t deny it! You were checking me out,” he insists, pulling you towards him with a shit eating grin. “Weren’t you?”

You try to push away from him, but he holds you still. With a huff, you personally take it upon yourself to wrestle away from him. Of course, this ends up working against you as you both end up just rolling around on your bed in laughter until Robin rolls too far to the right, falling off the bed and causing you both to yelp as he drags you down with him.

You silently stare at each other in surprise before breaking into even louder laughter.

As your laughter begins to die down, you become suddenly aware of your position.

You’re on top of Robin and his hands on your waist. Your face warms up, and you hope your laughter will take the blame. As your eyes settle on his, you realize he’s been staring at you silently, possibly realizing the same things you were.

Your heart races as you simply look into each other’s eyes, and even more so when he brings a hand up from your waist, resting it on your cheek and brushing a strand of hair aside with his thumbs.

You can’t speak, but even if you could, you wouldn’t even know what to say.

Slowly, he leans up and it finally clicks to you what he’s trying to do. So to show your acceptance, you lean forward too, until your lips gently meet.

What can only be described as pure adrenaline rushes through you both, causing his grip on your waist and cheek to tighten and making you squeeze your eyes close so tight that they crinkle at the ends. When you both pull away, neither of you can open your eyes for a few moments.

When you finally do, you both just look at each other with a smile.

“So….Is that why you brought up Ryan and Susie earlier?” You smile teasingly.

He chuckles sheepishly, “yeah. I guess so. I just wanted to kiss you. But you wouldn’t take the hint!”

“That is so not a hint!”

Unfortunately for Robin, his mind would not be freed up of space as he’d hoped. Instead, it was like your kiss had catapulted him into an endless loop of possibilities- all of them being about kissing you. From places to kiss you, to ways to kiss you.

Man, he is definitely going to fail math at this rate.

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sweetsummercourier · 10 months

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I finished Tears of the Kingdom, so here are my thoughts

I recently finished Tears of the Kingdom and wow... wow! The game was beautiful all the way through. As such, I'd like to talk about my experience and thoughts.

DISCLAIMER: this post contains spoilers for the game. Read at your own risk.

Additionally, please don't take my opinions too seriously. I'm just someone on the internet. You don't have to agree or disagree but please be respectful.

Without further ado...

Overview:

Tears of the Kingdom is a beautiful game. Absolutely beautiful, from the designs to the scores to the gameplay. All of it, beautiful.

That being said, it took some adjusting. I missed having the convenience of our elemental and bomb arrows, I missed not having to pay for every time I wanted armor upgraded, and I missed not having to fight against the RNG to get items I needed for upgraded armor. The map did have some changes that took getting used to, and some of my favorite ingredient/monster part hunting spots were no longer there, so that sucked.

But it fits the story, I find. I like how the weapons changed due to the Upheaval (though I'm a bit confused as to how bows aren't decayed), how the monsters evolved and the new monsters that came, and how the Great Fairies function — we learned in Breath of the Wild that rupees gave them power, and I found that it made more sense to pay for the upgrades instead of just a one time payment.

That being said, while TOTK takes place some time after the events of BOTW, there were some things that left me feeling empty. What happened to all the guardians? The Divine Beasts? The Sheikah towers and the shrines? The Sheikah Slate? It just seems weird to me that they would just vanish without an explanation... especially the Beasts.

On top of that, I missed the Champions. I was thrilled to see that Mipha was still a big part of Zora's Domain and with Sidon's plotline, and I love her water gardens, but I was so scared when I didn't see her statue at first.

But to continue, while it makes sense for the Zora to keep Mipha very much alive considering how beloved she is, it felt strange that the other three weren't mentioned at all. Teba has a Great Eagle Bow, and Tulin can create gusts of wind, but no concrete to homage to Revali. Riju had dual Scimitar of the Seven, which Urbosa wielded, but she's not mentioned. Heck, Yonobo is the grandchild of Daruk (source is the Creating a Champion artbook), yet Daruk's Protection has disappeared and he's not mentioned at all.

Don't get me wrong, I understand why they wouldn't be prominent. TOTK is not BOTW, and the Champions and Divine Beasts are no longer the center focus. Still, it feels weird that they were expunged entirely. At least we have those cool helms!

Regional Phenomenon Questline:

I'm going to break this down the way I completed them... which was in the exact same way as I did in BOTW! Why not, it was fun. And also, the first region will allow me to address a big elephant in the room...

Zora's Domain and the Water Temple

Zora's Domain was the first region I completed in both games, and I was so happy to be back. I love the score in the Domain, I just find it so soothing... and it's the home of my favorite fish people!

I found it super goofy that Bazz was trapped under sludge. Like sir, you didn't see that falling? You didn't look up? At least he was ok in the end. King Dorephan being alive gave me a lot of relief. Don't get me wrong, in the trailers I was stoked to see Sidon as king, but what happened to his big ol' dad? I also love his new outfit after he gives his son the crown. Also, I love how to reveal the new statue of Sidon and Link, you have to clean it and then boom — Link riding Sidon statue.

Can I just say I love Sidon's new attire? It looks so good on him. I love the little navy blue addition to his ascots and I'm very happy to see they kept the whistle. Sidon is a big comfort character of mine, so reuniting with him first was like chicken soup for the soul. I also love the water manipulation ability. It's a very cool ability to have and it's very fitting for the Zora (naturally). A little sad he doesn't dual wield spears like he had in AOC, but regardless, he's great. He's great. I love Sidon. He's a card.

Now, with the Water Temple, I found it just a bit underwhelming. It's beautifully designed, don't get me wrong, and I love his ancestor and how Sidon gets his secret stone on his glove and he gives Link his vow (I don't ship Sidlink but that was fruity). But what I found underwhelming was the boss. Compared to the others, having the goofy Mucktorok felt a little... hmm... it was a fun fight, however! I did have fun! For my, compared to Waterblight Ganon from BOTW and the Scourges in the other temples, to me, it felt a little subpar.

Now I've addressed this before but now that I've played through and can make a better statement than my previous one a lot better... let's talk about Yona.

I like her! She's super cute! I have grown attached to her style and her character, and she has such a sweet little theme. My only big issue with her is, I find her to be one dimensional. Now, I'm not attacking her or hating on her. I think Yona as a character has an immense amount of potential, the writing for her is just... a little bland. The romantic subplot with her and Sidon and her story feels lackluster. I think, if they wanted to show Sidon's fear of losing someone else, someone he loves, I have the perfect man for the job — King Dorephan. Dorephan is his father, and the last remaining family Sidon has left. With Dorephan actually injured, I find it would make more sense for that subplot to be about their father-son bond. Maybe after finding out Dorephan is injured and in hiding, Sidon goes to find his father and it's Dorephan who tells him to be strong and to help link. In my opinion, that's more plausible.

Back to my original thought, I wish Yona had more development as a character. It's very clear she means a lot to Sidon and vice versa, but I wish there was more instead of her just being thrown in. If she's his dearest friend since childhood, I would have loved to have heard more about her in BOTW. I just want to know more about her. I want to see more character in her. And yes, to address the whole marriage debate — yes, Sidon saw her as a sister, and yes his feelings "became difficult to quantify." Feelings are changing all the time. In my opinion, it feels weird to someone who considers another family to suddenly fall in love with them. But that's just me.

To the Sidona shippers: y'all rock. While I personally don't ship Sidona, I support y'all. I am in love with all the artwork and writing I have found of them, and the way I look at it, it's more art of Sidon I get to enjoy. This is a Yona hate free zone, I will not entertain Yona hate.

To the other shippers, Sidlink and all: it's canon, we cannot change it. But! AUs exist. Headcanons exist. Heck, if Yona bothers you that much, ignore her all together. Nothing is going to stop you from shipping Sidlink and Sidon with ocs, so please be positive and keep doing what you're doing. I myself will continue making art and writing of my oc/canon ship with Sidon and my OC, because that's what makes me happy. I have some art and stories of them I plan to share, and I really hope you like them too :)))

Rito Village and the Wind Temple

Now, back on track after my tangent about Yona. The Rito Village was the second location I tackled and oh my god, I got a kick out of the kids running the village. I love how they tried to help keep the town in order while the adults were trying to find the source of the blizzard and gather supplies.

I was super relieved to find Teba alright, I know we were all afraid that he was dead or something considering he wasn't in the trailer. But I love Teba very much, and I was thrilled to see him again.

Tulin is PRECIOUS. My little nephew. I love how he looks fully-fledged, and he's such a sweet li'l rascal... and the fact his quiver has his parents' feathers on there, it is such a cute gesture.

Quick aside, I love Penn, but I MISS KASS... where did he go... I miss hearing his accordion.

The Wind Temple, I find, was the most challenging to get to. I remember stacking three Zonai springs together at one point just to get to where I needed to go because for the life of me I could not get that one floating rock. I loved the bouncy sails on the ships. It gave me the kinda vibes a bouncy castle does.

The temple being the Stormwind Arc and not an actual building was delicious. A very nice touch. That being said, I love how different all the temples are: we have one in the sky that's actually a temple, the other is a flying ship, there's a temple in the depths, and then one on good ol' terra firma.

I LOVE the design of Colgera. Granted, I did do the temple at night, so it did scare me just a bit. It was a lot of fun to fight, and the cutscene of the sky becoming clear with Teba on Revali's Landing was perfect. It was a very sweet scene to add, when Tulin received his father's bow, the Great Eagle Bow, and the scarf as a nod to Revali. I wish the bow Teba made for me had the scarf...

Goron City and the Fire Temple

I personally miss that region flowing with lava. I felt it really drove home how hot the mountain is and the environment the Goron lived in, but it's much easier to traverse and it's nice to see there's still lava in the deeper caves.

I adore Yunobo, and seeing him become rude made me so sad. That's not my boy! I wanted my boy back! Making me fight him was not cool! He's such a good, kind character that it legit made me so sad to see him possessed by that mask.

I'll admit... I cheated the Fire Temple. I love the music score in that temple, and I had a lot of fun there, but I'll be the first to admit that I did not care for the mine cart system. I just climbed to where I needed to go. I'm sorry, that system really confused me and my ADHD was having none of it. So I figured I'd just cut to the chase and just climb.

I really like how the checkpoints were gongs, and having Yunobo barrel into them was very reminiscent of how we had to launch him to drive off Vah Rudania in BOTW.

The boss for the temple, left me feeling a little underwhelmed like the Mucktorok. Just break Marbled Gohma's legs and then beat the shit out of it. I can't say it wasn't entertaining though use Yunobo like that as if we were bowling.

The fist bump for the vow was such a quirky touch for Yunobo. I love it. It was really so sweet. And I love seeing Yunobo's resolve to become a stronger individual. His character growth from being a timid Goron in BOTW to now, I'm so proud of him. I feel like a proud mom.

Gerudo Town and the Lightning Temple

The gibdos absolutely terrified me. I ran into them not realizing the were there on my first time going to Gerudo town and I did not think to use elemental anything so when my most powerful weapons didn't make a dent, I panicked. Though admittedly, the moth gibdo wings are very pretty... still terrifying. I'm just glad we didn't have redeads.

Riju is SO pretty. I love her new hairstyle. At first I really missed her long hair, but she rocks her new short style. I've always loved Riju, and her reintroduction.

The Lightning Temple had to be one of, if not my favorite temple. I found it had the most difficult puzzles for me to solve, and I enjoyed that. I found I was using my brain a lot more for that temple than the others... and I died in a lot of stupid ways because sometimes the most obvious solution isn't that clear to me.

As someone who is very afraid of bugs, Queen Gibdo did not do it for me. She very much gave me the heebie jeebies... but it was nice to watch the sandstorm fade away from the Gerudo desert, for Riju to return to the throne room in the town, and for the Gerudo to leave the emergency shelter and return to their daily lives.

Overall the Regional Phenomenal questline was a lot of fun, and I enjoyed myself.

The Dragon's Tears Questline:

This fucked me up. Learning about Zelda's time in the past leading up to her becoming the Light Dragon actually made me cry. It was fun to discover the geoglyphs and have them become a permanent part of the map, but oof... my heart.

I cried when Sonia died, and it hurt so much when there was the scene of Rauru at her grave. All of it was just heart wrenching, especially Zelda became a dragon after Mineru "died" and found shelter in the Purah Pad. When Zelda screamed for Link to "protect them all" as her eyes changed... oof... ruin me.

Crisis at Hyrule Castle and the Sixth Sage:

I think it was pretty obvious for me that the Zelda we had been seeing wasn't really Zelda. Running around Hyrule Castle in an attempt to reach her, only to fight monster forces was not a very pleasant affair, and the Phantom Ganon fights were also a bit of a pain, albeit fun nontheless.

I loved how the Sages came to Link's aid in the end. It made the game feel a lot less lonely. It made me very happy to see them there protecting Link. It really gave you a sense of how much they care about him, and what he means to them.

Finding the Sixth Sage was a lot of running around that I made much more difficult because I forgot the mask when I found it, so I had to go all the way back to get it, and I didn't realize I had to put the mask in the construct, so cut to me spending an hour trying to get the limbs for the robot when the depots weren't activated yet... oops.

I absolutely adore Mineru. She is so pretty, and I love her voice. I love how her character ties in the past and present, and how she fits so well in the story. And riding her construct was a lot of fun... the boss fight for her secret stone took me a hot minute to figure out... I'm a bit slow on the uptake sometime, so when I pushed the Ganon-controlled construct into the electric fence, I was legit surprised that that was what I was supposed to do.

Defeating Ganondorf:

First off, I would like to say I miscalculated how thick the pillar was on the way down into the Depths from Hyrule castle and I shattered Link's body on the side of it the first time I dove down. It was honestly really funny. It also was a strange disconnect at first as I made my way down to Ganon, because I did not realize how DEEP underground Zelda and Link went to even find this formerly dehydrated prune to begin with.

I was... SO happy and excited that I got to fight alongside the other Sages before going to fight Ganon. It felt so euphoric, like the culmination of all our efforts was coming to fruition and we were all finally comrades in arms. It felt way more personal than the fight with Calamity Ganon in BOTW.

Being separated from them made me so sad. It felt really helpless, watching Link being trapped in the cave while the others fought. Like no don't leave me!

But the final fight, from the beginning to the end, was STELLAR. For the Sages to rejoin us and we fight him all together?! Yes please! Granted his second form's extended life bar def gave me Dark Souls vibes, which is one of my favorite franchises (including Bloodborne) so that was fitting. Though watching my friends be thrown to the side had me scared there for a second.

Watching him become the Demon Dragon, as an individual who recently graduated with a degree in animation with a specialty in effects, was so tasty. And to watch it emerge from beneath Hyrule castle... I can only imagine what it felt like to watch it like that... and for the clearly much smaller Light Dragon come to rescue us... chills. Literal chills. The score for that cutscene was perfect. And for Link, in the face of dragon, to draw the Master Sword like no big deal? Incredible.

Fighting the Demon Dragon alongside the Light Dragon, and to watch it be destroyed was incredible. And for Link to receive his arm back and Zelda returning to normal, for Link to finally grab Zelda's hand and hold her as they fell into the water only to carry her out again... I'm a huge Zelink fan, so that made my heart soar.

The Ending:

The ending itself was beautiful. I was so moved when the current Sages gave the same pledge to Zelda as their ancestors had to Rauru, and I legit cried when Mineru moved on to the afterlife. It was sentimental, and beautiful. I don't think I could have asked for a better ending.

Final Thoughts:

This game... was stunning. It was everything I could have asked for in a sequel to Breath of the Wild. And sure, there are plenty of things to nitpick about, but I had such a positive experience, I'm not even going to bother with all of that.

It was a thrilling and fresh experience, and I enjoyed myself very much.

With that being said, I know we're all looking for DLC and another game. In my personal opinion, I think Tears of the Kingdom did a very good job of wrapping up this story. I'm all down for DLC, but I personally think BOTW and TOTK doesn't need a third game. I think the story these two games portrayed, from the story of the Champions and Calamity Ganon to the climax of defeating Ganon and saving Hyrule, is completed with the conclusion of TOTK.

Of course, that's all up for Nintendo, but I am satisfied with this. I'm very happy. I could not ask for more.

If you made it this far, thank you for reading! I appreciate you sticking it out with my silly little ramblings. I really hope you all enjoy Tears of the Kingdom as much as I did, and I am always down for discussions and stuff in regards to this!

Just a little reminder: I'm just one person on the internet. Please be respectful of my opinions!

And with all that, in mind, I hope you all have a wonderful day. And now, to play both games all over again.

Courier out.

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