#probably used to stay up late thinking of ways to take over the kingdom

[captain-amadeus]

Naps are so cool they take naps all the time put blankets and pillows on the floor and snuggle together and doze off and one of them wakes up before the other and slides their hand through their hair and holds the others hand like a slumber party

#🌹🤥 #cedric becomes less grumpy because he gets rest #probably used to stay up late thinking of ways to take over the kingdom #then pierre told him he needs to sleep in order to do his best everyday (and his best is so amazing( #cedric's like “so you'd rather watch me sleep at my desk?” and pierre's like “we could sleep together. at your desk :D” #“what” #“yeah that way we can wake up and get back to working on spells and things :]” #“you aren't even proposing we go sleep somewhere else” “because you don't want to leave your workspace and I can't change that #but you have to at least take a break from it“ ”uhggrrhh“ #that one time when pierre gently put a blanket on cedric when he was sleeping at his desk #dawwwhhh #captain txt #capthinking

[paleprincessturtle]

harvey fic request! :) maybe they get in a spat about harvey getting jealous or a miscommunication but then they fix it and then super fluffy

Hiiii!!! Thank you so much for the request and I'm so so so so sorry it took so long for me to continue writing here. Life been tough but here I am. Enjoy❤️

The Greenest

When Harvey received a phone call from Mike, he was happy, to say the least. But upon hearing what he had to say, Harvey sighed. There was this charity in Seattle, and both Mike and Rachel invited him. Harvey dodged the question by saying that he had to ask his wife. It wasn't that Harvey didn't want to donate his money for a good cause, but he rarely spent time with his wife now. He just wanted to stay home and do absolutely nothing with his wife in his arms. He could just write a check for it and make up some excuse later.

Harvey got home to Pink Floyd blasted through the house. He couldn't help but hum along with the song. It would be useless, he thought, to call out for his wife. He found her in their bedroom, a few dresses draped on the bed as she stood in front of her kingdom of shoes. "Are we going somewhere?" Harvey asked casually as he took off his suit. She jumped at his voice, eyes wide. "You scared the living hell out of me," she said, reaching for her phone to turn down the volume of the speaker. "Well, I suggest you shouldn't give your husband a spare key, then." Harvey rolled up his sleeves as he observed the dresses. "We're going somewhere?" Harvey asked again. "Oh yes! Mike and Rachel invited us to this charity gala. It's for abused women and children. Can you imagine?" Harvey watched as his wife's face scrunched in sadness. He swore this woman wouldn't even hurt a fly. "It's in Seattle?" Harvey asked again as she earned an eager nod. Well played, Mike, Harvey thought. Going straight to his wife. Well played. "We sure can come, yes?" Harvey looked at his wife, knowing damn well it wasn't a question. He nodded and smiled. 

Harvey's favorite thing to do whenever he went out with his wife was to watch her get ready. He watched his wife put on matching underwear in black, all lacey. He stole a glance at his watch as his brain raced at the possibility of tempting his goddess of a wife for a little fun activity. "Don't think about it, Harvey." His wife scolded him as she watched him from the unreasonably huge mirror in their hotel room. "Think about what?" Harvey asked, pretending to be clueless. "Think about taking off my underwear, bending me over, having your way with me, being late, and what excuse should you give Mike for being late?" Harvey smirked at the sultry way his wife said it. "We've been in this dance before, Harvey. I will not fall for it again. Now, why won't you be a nice gentleman and zip my dress?"

"Jeez, Harvey. Didn't you arrive at the hotel yesterday? This whole thing started an hour ago!" Mike scolded Harvey, who gave him a knowing look. "Seriously?" Mike gave him a disgusted look, and not long after, his wife came along. Mike hugged her and thanked her for coming. He then managed to explain this charity he and Rachel are now part of. He also said it would be good for the charity to know two successful New York lawyers are here, siding with the charity. It just meant more money for the charity. Which was great.

Not long after, Rachel came, and she gave them brief hugs. She managed the whole event, so Rachel was running around as she made sure that nothing went awry. The three of them were having a good time. They talked about what was going on in their lives. Harvey probably would have to admit that this wasn't an entirely bad idea to come. Mike nudged Harvey, "There, that's the city attorney. Let's put that pretty face to good use." Harvey looked back at his wife, signaling for her to come along. "I need to go to pee; I'll look for you later." Harvey smiled at her as he followed Mike.

Harvey just realized that his wife was never to find him. It had been 20 minutes; surely she didn't need that long. Harvey tried to look around. He squinted his eyes at the sight of his wife, who happened to look way too comfortable with a man he had never seen before but was somewhat familiar. A man her age. Harvey frowned as he hurriedly excused himself. He made a beeline to where his wife stood but slowed down his pace when he was near. "Oh Jackson, you know how it is in New York," Harvey heard his wife laugh not long after. "Well, then maybe you should consider moving here." Before he could hear what his wife's reply would be, Harvey stood beside her, an arm wrapped around her hip. Harvey didn't miss the way this Jackson guy's eyes followed where Harvey's hand rested. "Won't you introduce us, sweetheart?" Harvey asked a rhetorical question. She sensed something wasn't quite right with Harvey's attitude. "Jackson, this is Harvey, my husband." Harvey extended his free hand. "Harvey, this is Jackson ...." Before she could finish her sentence, he jumped in. "I'm her ex-fiance," Jackson said, shaking Harvey's hand. Harvey gave him a curt smile. "Who would have thought that Harvey Specter is your husband?" Jackson said to her, but his eyes never left Harvey's. Again, before she could say anything, Harvey said, "What can I say, Jackson? I'm immaculate, and my wife has an immaculate taste." They looked at each other for quite some time, trapped in an uncomfortable silence as the two men tried to intimidate one another. Harvey then remembered that he once went against him in court. Harvey won, of course. "Well, it was nice to meet the two of you," he was about to leave when he stopped in front of her, "especially you; I'll give you a call when I visit New York." Before he left, he touched her bare arm. And Harvey was seething. Harvey took her hand to make them face-to-face. "What the fuck was that?" Harvey said, his jaw tightening. "What the fuck was that? What the fuck was what? I was just trying to get him to donate, Harvey!" Harvey scoffed, "By flirting with your ex-fiance, who suggested you move here?" She looked at him, exasperated. "We're going back to the hotel," Harvey said quietly. He took her elbow as he guided her out of the crowd. "Harvey, we are invited here to help them raise the donation," he said, shaking his head. "We're going back to the hotel." Harvey's voice left no room for argument. Before exiting the venue, she caught a glimpse of a confused Mike. She shook her head in silence before Mike became out of view. 

The two of them were silent during the ride back to the hotel. "We're back now at the hotel, happy?" she said sharply as she took off her heels. "We could've helped more if you weren't being so childish and being all jealous!" She raised her voice, both hands on her hips. She looked at Harvey's back, and he poured himself some scotch. "If you weren't flirting like a high school girl, we would still be there." Venom laced his voice. He turned to face his wife. "Do I need to pack your things and send them here so you can get back with Jackson?" His wife shook her head in disbelief at his words. He finished the glass in seconds, opened the door, and slammed it hard. She sighed and prepared herself a bubble bath. There is no use in arguing with him now.

She woke up with the curtain open. She squinted her eyes. She was greeted with the sight of Harvey sitting in a chair just beside the bed. "Hey, sunny," Harvey said softly. She didn't say anything or react; she just stared at him. "I'm sorry," he said genuinely, she could tell. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did; I'm really working on my issues. She nodded, she knew he tried. "Did I hurt you?" he asked as he took her hand in his. He did so as if he might break her, so gently. "You did," she answered quietly. "I'm really sorry," he kissed her hand softly. "It's okay, Harvey. Just try to work on yourself harder, okay? I'm here ready to help if you need anything, but no more lashing out," she said as she caressed his cheeks. Harvey leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. "What did I ever do to deserve you?" Without answering, she moved over and signed for Harvey to lay beside her. 

#harvey specter #harvey specter fanfic #harvey specter x reader #harvey specter fan fiction #suits harvey specter #harvey specter imagine #suits tv #harvey specter imagines #harvey specter suits

[giggly-squiggily]

Marks Of Progress (Black Clover)

Heyo! I'm home today! (Weather chaos), I felt a bit inspired as of late and decided to take a mini break from Candy Hearts to write about Asta and Luck! I need to do more Lee!Asta content, and here we are! I hope you like it!

CW: Scars, body insecurity

Summary: Asta's feeling a bit off regarding all his scars from battle. Thankfully he has someone like Luck to make him feel better.

Cloud 9 (Taglist peeps)

@duckymcdoorknob (Thank you for the inspiration, friend!)

“Asta! Asta Asta ASTA!” Luck all but bolted at him the minute he saw the shorter wizard, bouncing on his heels. “I’ve been looking for you! Come on- let’s fight!”

“Heh? But I just got back-” Asta barely had time to respond before Luck’s hand was on his wrist, pulling him with him towards the door. “At least let me shower first!”

“No way! You’ll only get sweaty all over again! It’ll be a waste!” Luck grinned over his shoulder at the other, pausing when his eyes landed on his arm. “Whoa- what’s that?”

Along Asta’s arm stood a brand new scar. Long and curved, it raced up the side of his arm from mid-forearm to elbow. The color indicated it wasn’t fresh, but there was no denying it was there to stay.

“Oh that?” Asta nodded at it. “Got it the other day during a mission. I forgot to duck, hehe.”

“Pfft! Why would you need to duck? You’re already so short!” Luck cackled at his joke, choking on it when he saw Asta’s face. “Eh…ehem. Sorry.”

“No, no you’re fine. It’s just…” Asta rubbed the back of his neck, eyes trained on his arm. Alongside his new one, faded scars lined his once smooth skin. Short ones, long ones, curved marks and fresh wounds. It wasn’t just his arms- he felt them all over. Memories of powerful enemies and near death experiences ached with each phantom pain. “Do you think it’s a bad thing? How scarred up I am?”

“Why would it be?” Luck asked, tilting his head in thought. His smile shrunk to a more curious one, brows furrowing as he took in the question. “I think scars are awesome! Well- the pain isn’t great. And healing can be a real pain in the butt…” Luck hummed, rocking on his heels. “But each one tells a story! When you’re the Wizard King, the kingdom will want to know about all of them!”

“You think so?” Asta looked up, starting to smile at Luck’s words. “You don’t think they’re…I don’t know…ugly?” Asta flushed at the word, hating how subconscious he suddenly felt.

Luck tsked, releasing his hand before shrugging off his Black Bull vest. Now derobed, he yanked up his shirt, baring his torso to the other. “Check me out! I got scars too!” He pointed at the one along his stomach. “That one’s from that one guy we fought- the one who sent me flying. Oh! And this one-” He pointed at his hip, gesturing to the curved burn creeping up from his waistline. “This is when me and Magna went into that super cool dungeon! I walked into a trap, hehe!”

“What about that one?” Asta pointed at the scar just beneath Luck’s belly button, a mark so faint you almost didn’t see it.

“That…I don’t remember.” Luck blinked, poking at it some. “I think I got knocked out- somebody probably harvested my organs. The point is-” Luck smiled at Asta as he let his shirt fall. “Our scars don’t make us ugly! They’re marks of progress! Little reminders of the progress we made in our journey to get stronger! Nothing about your marks are ugly, Asta. Remember that.”

Asta blinked, letting it all sink in. He didn’t expect to receive a pep talk today- from Luck of all people too! It made him feel all sorts of feelings- the biggest one was loved.

Giving him a wobbly smile, Asta nodded, not trusting his voice. “Thanks, Luck…”

“Hehe, no problem! Now that we’ve talked about mine, what about yours?” The blonde reached out, poking Asta’s upper arm. “I know you got one here from that battle with the witches! Oh, and this one!” He poked his shoulder. “That was when you were training with the Vermillion captain! How cool!”

“Ah! Luck, what are you do-ihihng?” Asta jerked with a giggle when Luck’s fingers poked down his back. “Stop it tihihihckles!”

“This one, and this one, oh, can’t forget about this one!” Luck danced around him, prodding at the back of his ribs and hips. “All reminders of how badass you are, Asta! What’s this one? Or this one?”

“L-Luhuhuhuck! Luhuuhuck, cohoohohme ohohohon!” Asta giggled helplessly, wrapping his arms around himself as the older Bull relentlessly tickled him. “I geheheheht it! Now stahhahahap!”

“But I’m not done! There’s one here- move your hands!” Luck laughed, abandoning all sense of oblivion as he grabbed Asta’s sides, worming his fingers against the fleshy parts. “I wanna see those battle scars!”

“Ah! Ahehahahhahaha! Luhuuhuuhck!” Asta cried, grabbing at his friend’s hands as he squirmed. “Nohohohohow yohohoohu’re just behehehehehing stuhuhuuhuhpid- Ahehahhhahah dohoohohohon’t!” Luck’s fingers charged, little tasered zaps further electrified his nerves, sending fresh waves of ticklishness up his body. “Yohohohohohou suhuhuhuhuuhck!”

“Aww, so mean! And after I made you feel better!” Luck giggled like a child, bouncing with Asta as he worked his hands up to his ribs, zapping him here and there to get those loud cackles and squeals from the swordsman. “You’re just like Magma! He calls me all sorts of things when I do this!” His eyes danced as he shot his hands up all the way to Asta’s armpits, buzzing the tips of his fingers there.

“AHEHAHHHAHA LUHUUHUUCK!” Asta all but shrieked, spasming so hard he fell backwards. Luck followed him down, saving him from a concussion with a leg slide. This also trapped Asta in his lap. Two for one! “COOHOHOOHME OHOHOHOOHOHN! DOHOOHOOHN’T TIHIIHIHIICKLE MEHEHHEHEHEHE!”

“Why not? It’s so fun!” Luck giggled, amused by the way Asta’s cheeks pinkened, his smile massive. He curled and squirmed like a bug, feet kicking and hands balled up into fists. And his laugh- loud and happy sounding! If Magma’s wasn’t hilarious to listen to, Luck would say this was his favorite sound yet. “You sound funny, hehehe!”

“LUHUHUHUUHUCK ENOHOOHOHOOUGH!” Asta wailed, the hairs on his arms starting to stand from how much charge he collected. Seeing this, Luck retreated his hands, letting Asta roll off his lap and into a ball on the floor. “Ehhee…eheehhehe…thahahahnk you.” Asta huffed, spreading out like a starfish.

“Aww, you’re welcome Astar!” Luck cooed. “If I knew you’d thank me for tickling you, I’d do it more often!”

“Thahahat’s not what I mehaant!” Asta glared some, the look lacking any real malice. “I meant…Thank you. For what you said about my scars. It helped.”

Luck nodded, smiling to himself. If you looked close enough, you could see the faintest blush touching his cheeks. “It’s just something a good friend always told me. SO!” Luck shot to his feet, bouncy energy returned. “Let’s go train! I wanna show you my new magic!”

“Okay okay.” Asta snorted, reaching out a hand. Luck took it-

ZZZZZZPT!

“AH WHAT THE HELL?” Yami roared from what sounded like the toilet as the entire base went dark. Muffled screams and yells could be heard around the space, Noelle’s shocked squeal and Finral’s cry of surprise. Upstairs, something thumped loudly, Magma cursing up a storm could be heard seconds later.

“LUCK!” A chorus of voices all yelled, making the blonde pale.

“Asta…” He turned to the smaller man.

“RUN!” Asta grabbed his hand, booking it to the exit. They broke out into the sunlight, laughing like children as the rest of the Bulls hollered after them.

Thanks for reading!

#Black Clover #asta #luck voltia #tickle #tickle fic #tw: scars #tw: body insecurity #We need more lee!Asta #I got more Lee!Asta for us! :D #Luck and his friendship is so wholesome? #I need to write for them more #Hope you like it!

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

Chapter 10 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: 2284 words

Warnings: mentions of death, dangerous situations, drowning

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily.

It was a lovely day. The sun shone through the entire morning until the late afternoon. The air smelled like rose petals as it always did in the beautiful kingdom you had been staying in for the past two weeks. You were occupying yourself with helping Emma learn everything she needed to fit into high society; even how to lie convincingly. It was a shame, to teach her how to lie. It meant taking away some of the goodness that distinguished her pure heart. You wondered whether she noticed the sorrowful look you gave her each time her eyes left you. In truth, you could not be more jealous of her innocence. Her freedom. You laughed at yourself knowing that even if you were in her shoes, he would still be out of reach. At least, in your position, you had the power to protect your kingdom and family.

To your knowledge, Chevalier considered love to be a frivolous feeling, capable only of exposing our deepest weaknesses. You could not argue on that when the sole reason your kingdom was spared from a bath of blood and tears was Gilbert's strange adoration of you. You could argue even less given how you had been walking upon a tightrope ever since you met the Rhodolitian prince, your duty to your people and your love for him pulling you from each side and you did not know which hand would eventually cause you to fall.

You took your tea in the library. An attendant called "Rio" brought it to you, his eyes full of suspicion. You had seen him follow Emma like a stray puppy, so he was probably only curious. You chose a book; you opened it to its 23rd page and took out a small note. It read:

" My dearest love,

I have missed you every day since you left our castle. Your light makes even this ghastly place look beautiful. I am hoping you will return soon. I have lost interest in the girl.

With love,

Gilbert

P.S. Leave your response in F - CLU - 6, p65"

He designated a book for you to leave a letter to him, but you could not think of what to write as a reply. His message was more of a request than a wish, even if it was not expressed like that. You traced your thumb over his last sentence "I have lost interest...", you mumbled. That was not something Gilbert would say, yet it was written in Gilbert's handwriting. Your eyes shot wide. There was no way Gilbert would give up. The only reason for him to request your return or even say such words was that he had found a way to win.

You left your tea as it was and headed to the war faction's office. Chevalier and Nokto were both there, quietly working through a pile of paperwork as they had their tea.

"Did you write this?", you gave the note to Chevalier. It meant that he would discover your way of correspondence if he had not already, but if he was not the author of that letter then Rhodolite was up for bad news.

"No", he frowned as he handled the note. He was sure to have figured out everything about your method of communication; and more.

"That's concerning"

"I agree"

"What is?", Nokto said from his desk.

You had covered your eyes with your hand and did not even notice when Chevalier pushed a cup and plate towards you. You heard the light clink of the porcelain and thanked him with a smile as you poured some tea to calm down. It was frustrating to know that despite your efforts to cover up Belle's existence, Gilbert was not swayed at all, but even more convinced than before.

"It seems Eyepatch intents to use Belle in some sort of ploy against us", said Chevalier.

"But why?"

"He's not convinced she's my aide", you said after a few sips of the delicious sweet beverage.

"He's probably thinking of using her to expose the King's passing to Jade and Benitoite"

"I assume King Highness has expected that", Notko had a nervous smile but a smile nonetheless.

"Naturally", said Chevalier, "For now, take the girl to Benitoite"

You finished your tea and left. You did not want to hear the rest of the conversation. You had warned them; the less you knew about their response the better for your own kingdom. You dismissed all servants that followed you around. You closed the door to your room behind you and let your back slide down until you were sitting on the floor. Nothing worked in your favour. You were not able to fool Gilbert; perhaps it was a lost cause from the start. But you secretly wished Chevalier had written that letter today. You hoped he had discovered the method of correspondence you yourself had proposed and had left a letter like this to you.

No. You could not let yourself be consumed by these thoughts. There were bigger problems to deal with. Belle had been discovered and Gilbert was going ahead with his plan to-

Why should you care indeed. Rhodolite was not your responsibility, and you were putting your own kingdom at risk with your antics. You untied the strings of your gown and placed it on the armchair by your bed. You trusted Gilbert loved you enough to forgive you but there would only be so much he could forgive. Yet you could not abandon a place as beautiful as Rhodolite to the terrors and tragedies of war. Even if there was no Chevalier in the world, these people led peaceful lives that would be threatened by your fiance's actions. And, unlike Istidor, they had not many means of defence.

You leaned against the bathtub as you filled it with water. Tears you did not plan to fall dripped down and mixed with the bathwater. You got in before the tub was filled. Your chemise was soon soaked and stuck on your body. The sound of the water running at your side calmed your nerves. You laid your head back. Your head was buzzing with thoughts; of regret, of fear, of love, of courage. You closed your eyes. Gilbert had treated you nicely, and yet for the first time in the many years you had known him you were desperately wishing him dead.

The warm surface of the water touched your chin. Your eyes opened but you could barely see. You tried to lift your body with your hands but only managed to slip further down. Your legs were not working either. The tea- you thought. You had not drank yours, but the one intended for Chevalier. But wait- he had it as well. That meant he'd be...

You took a final gasp of air before the waters swallowed your body whole.

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Chevalier was still in his office when the words on the papers in front of him began to look blurry. He shook his head to focus but it was not tiredness that bothered him to be cured by such a simple method.

"Annoying", he mumbled.

He took hold of the teapot and opened the lid. The sweet smell of tea overwhelmed him at once but, now that he knew what he was looking for, it was easy to spot the bitterness that it hid. Nightshade. He reached inside his coat and retrieved the antidote to the poison he had drank. He had trained his body to withstand most poisons but even that ability had its limits. His head clear, he was ready to go back to work when a troubling thought came to put all other matters to rest. He run from his office to Nokto's confusion and did not stop until he reached y/n's door.

He knocked. There was no answer. He opened the door. The room was empty. He spotted her finely made dress laying on an armchair . As he approached the carpet underneath him started to sound like the sand where the waves crash. He looked down. It was wet. There was water coming underneath the door to the bathroom. His eyes shot wide. He did not want to open the door but there was no question that he had to. He had encountered war and death and tragedy countless times throughout his life, yet nothing compared to seeing the tub overflowing with water, your body laying at its bottom. He remembered everything in life and yet if one asked him today he would not remember neither how he reached for her, his heart heavy with panic, neither how he laid her down on the wet floor, nor how he desperately resuscitated her until she was coughing up all the water she had taken in. His hands trembled each time he pushed down on her torso, his heart only lightened when she drew breath once more. He laid his head on her shoulder, listening to the beat of her heart.

But the danger was not over yet. He reached inside his coat, but he had no other antidote to give. Fear returned, but he could not let it consume him. He wrapped his coat around her shoulders and took her in his arms.

"Chevalier", she coughed on his chest as he ran outside the room.

"Don't try to talk", he said coldly. It would only rob her of precious oxygen.

"The tea...was poison...ous", she said heavily, "You...you have to...get help...or you'll...you'll die"

Chevalier's hands clenched around her. He held her close as he climbed down the stairs to the infirmary. Why? Why was she only focused on him? She was near death and yet...

He let her down on the bed and scoured through the herbs in the cabinet. The doctor asked him in a terrified voice whether he needed assistance. He barked a list of herbs at him. He was useless when it came to foreign poisons such as this but he could still distinguish calabar beans from regular ones. He crushed them and dilated them with some water so she could get them down in her system. He did not let his body show it, but his heart was holding on to its pieces, dreading y/n's breaths would cease. He dismissed the physician. He held her cold hand, narrowly plucked away from Death's. He stood by her side until her sweating and tachycardia both disappeared. Then, and only then, he relaxed. He touched his forehead to hers and let out a deep sigh. He did not have to whisper his apology to mean it. If he had been just a little bit later she would have-

No. He could not think this way. How could his mind be so cloudy now? Had not the antidote he had made for himself work? But it seemed to have cured y/n's symptoms.

He tensed. There was a light sound of footsteps, hurrying off towards him. He turned just in time to block a black cane coming down upon him. He gazed at Gilbert's furious red eye as the latter was trying to force his cane past Chevalier's hand.

"Princess Y/n!", the jadeian prince cried from the infirmary's entryway.

"This is more than treachery", Gilbert was not smiling as Chevalier expected him to be. He stayed his gaze on Chevalier but addressed Keith, "Your Highness please get someone to restrain the beast"

Reluctantly, the Jadeian prince did as he was told. Gilbert withdrew his cane and ran to take y/n in his arms. "What did you do to her?", he growled.

"I was only trying to save her"

Gilbert held the princess close. "Save her?", he laughed, "You are not capable of saving anyone and I'll prove it to you". He turned to the Second Prince. "Allow me to make a guess", he said, "Someone tried to kill you and you let her get caught in the middle. Again"

Chevalier said nothing. He always looked at Gilbert with hostility, yet it was no longer just because of his disastrous nature. He hated how the tyrant held that wonderful woman so close, yet he could not argue the truth of the words the man uttered.

"It seems I am correct. I wish you well in your efforts to stop me from destroying all you love and worked for", Gilbert's voice came threatening. He walked to the doorway and stopped. His hands were lightly trembling as they held y/n. "You want to know why I did not care if she loved you?", he said, his head turning just enough to look at Chevalier, "Because you could only break her in return. She could never love someone like you for long". He gave Chevalier a smile; a smile of true triumph. "Enjoy your misery", he said and walked away.

And then she was gone. He had taken her. More than that, he had brought the black clouds of war back to Rhodolite. He was sure to turn the entire incident in his favour, parading it as an excuse to destroy Rhodolite and its Second Prince. Chevalier placed his hand on the bed's armrest, where she laid until a few minutes ago. He closed his fist around it until the metal bent under his force. The bastard. Gilbert seemed to love her, but he was simply horrible enough of a person for his ego to prevail over his feelings for her.

Love...

He remembered Gilbert's words. He had said she loved him. Was it true? Was such a thing even possible? He had no idea how precious that love was until he lost it. Would he had fought for it if he knew of its existence? Should he have? Common sense damned all of his actions that brought him and the kingdom to this situation. Yet deep down the only regret he had was not doing more.

#the obsidianite jewel #ikepri #ikemen prince #chevalier michel #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri chevalier

[darkdeadlylove]

The Rogue Prince Chapter 2

Ao3 Link // Masterlist

Daemon Targaryen x OC (Ellaria Ambrose) 

 Disclaimer:   This is more of an AU. This is nothing at all like the show or book. I am mostly taking the characters and putting them into another situation. This has very little game of thrones lore and I will probably get a wrong or have misinformation. If you don’t like that, don’t read. 

 Summary: I was meant to marry the king and become the next queen. That's what I was meant to be doing here. Become queen and bear more heirs, that was it. My whole life planned out by my father wanting to be a united front with the Targaryen's. What no one planned for was Daemon. It is hard to plan for chaos. It’s even harder to plan who you fall in love with? Daemon has a bad reputation. One he has earned and is proud of. That should be enough to make me stay far away from him and in the safety of who I supposed to be wed to. Too bad, I couldn’t help myself.

 Series Trigger Warnings: Age gap, violence, arranged marriages, cheating, love triangles, lose of virginity, cnc, just all around bad ideas.  

Chapter  Triggers: N/A

Ellaria 

Viserys took me for a walk in the garden. He didn’t take my hand or anything like that. We just walk side by side in silence for a bit. I didn’t know how to feel about it. I could feel the awkwardness in the air. I could cut it with a knife. 

“So,” I said looking over to him. “What is it you wanted to talk to me about your grace?” I asked him in a simple voice. “Yes,” he nodded, still not meeting my gaze. “I first would like to say I am sorry for my brother. I didn’t know he would show up to you guys coming. He is a bit of a loose cannon, but he means no harm.” I stopped for a moment. “That was your brother?” I asked. I should have known by the way they both had silver blonde hair. It was part of their signature. That and the purple eyes. 

He nodded, “Yes, Prince Daemon. I don’t know what he is doing out here. He didn’t seem at all interested in my new marriage, but who knows with him.” Viserys shrugged. “Now, back to what I want to talk to you about. I bet you have tons of questions of what will be expected of you. I know this wedding being so fast isn’t ideal, but the kingdom requires me to remarry and the faster the better.” 

I couldn’t really tell him how I felt about marrying him so fast. I had to get used to pushing my real emotions down when it came to the king. What the people wanted seemed to matter more than what even he wanted. “I understand that,” I said after some silence. “It is scary, I must admit, but I think I am the right choice.” I say the words, but I don’t know if I feel it. I don’t know if I could truly ever be queen. I wanted to believe it would just come to me in time, but what if it didn’t? What if it never came to me? Nerves filled me with the idea of never being good enough to be the queen. 

He sighed, finally meeting my eyes. “You don’t have to lie to me. I know this is scary. You are a young girl and now you are going to have a whole kingdom on your shoulders and the responsibility of heirs. It’s a lot to take on all at once.” 

“I understand that, but I assure you I can handle it,” I nodded, trying my best to stand strong. It didn’t seem to matter as he let out a deep sigh and continued to walk down the garden. 

I followed behind him, looking at the flowers as I did. I stopped in front of some of my favorite. Bleeding hearts. I loved looking at them. They were always rather beautiful to me. I liked how they looked. I placed it in my hand feeling the soft petals underneath my fingertips. 

“You like bleeding hearts?” Viserys’ voice came pulling me from my thoughts. I nodded slowly as I looked at him. 

“They are some of my favorites,” I told him slowly standing from where I was. 

“My late wife liked them as well,” he said with a nod. He took my hand as he pulled me closer to him. “You look nothing like her. You have bright blue eyes and golden blonde hair, but yet, there is something about you that reminds me of her.” He ran a thumb over my knuckles. “To be honest, I was worried about this marriage, but I think we will be fine.” I swallowed. It made me more nervous that he was worried about this marriage. He being nervous about this just made me wonder if he thought I was good enough to be his wife. He seemed to think so now that we had met and such. Hopefully, I will be a good enough bride. 

He held my hand as we continued to walk in the garden. “I didn’t mean to upset you by talking about my worries. I know this is a lot on you too. I know you are only telling me what they taught you to say. It doesn’t make me feel any better unless you are honest with me. I want to have an open and honest marriage. Don’t be afraid to tell me things just because I am the king. I am still your husband. I want to treat you right.” 

I nodded at him. It kind of was a comfort of how he was being. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. At least he seemed nice enough. He wasn’t the best looking in the world, but he was at least nice. I could have gotten stuck with a lot worse. “I would like that.” I told him as we walked together. “I was nervous as well,” I finally confessed. “It’s not that being the queen isn’t what every girl dreams of…it's just happening all so fast.” “It is, my dove,” he said, pushing a strand of hair away from my face. “It isn’t what I would have done if I could have my way, but it has been a long couple of years without a queen. It is in need of one,” he sighed. “We have to do what we need to do.” 

I nodded to show I understood what he meant. He didn’t matter how either of us felt. What the kingdom needed was more important in this situation. 

He leaned in closer to my face as he placed his hand on my hip. “You are quite a beauty though. I didn’t expect an attraction to you. I thought this would just be my duty, but I must say you have taken my breath away.” 

I could feel my cheeks heat up from his words. I hadn’t been expecting that. I had seen the queen. She was a very beautiful woman. I knew I could never compare to her beauty, but at least he seemed to like me. 

He was inches away from my face when we heard someone clear their throat pulling us away from each other. It was the man from the carriage. Daemon, the King’s brother. He was standing right in front of us. We quickly pulled apart acting like nothing just happened. Nothing was going to happen anyway though, was it? 

“Daemon, what is it you want?” He asked his brother. 

“The hand wishes to speak to you,” he said. “I am sorry to interrupt, but he says it is quite urgent.” 

The King nodded. “Right, I should go see what he wants. I will see you at dinner, my lady,” he said before walking away. 

I stood there with Daemon alone for a few minutes before trying to push past him. His hand quickly wrapped around my wrist. He pulled me until my back hit the stone wall around the garden. He got really close to my face as he chuckled deeply. “And here I thought you were all innocent. I guess looks can be deceiving. Can’t they, my lady?” 

“What do you want from me?” I asked, trying to sound strong, but I could feel my voice falter a little. 

He tsked softly. “I don’t know what your game is.” His fingers wrapped around my chin forcing me to look at him. “You think you can replace the queen so easily, don’t you?” 

I shook my head the best I could with his grip still hard against my chin. “No, of course not. I would never want to replace her. I am just doing what I was told.” 

“Of course you are,” he said, dropping me and pulling me off the wall. “Good thing too, because you will never be my queen.” 

#daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen fanfic #house of the dragon #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon x oc #fanfiction

[professional-shitpost]

I think I am okay mentally enough to say this:

On August 1st, I unfortunately had to put Shiba, my cat, to sleep. Her health was rapidly declining, to the point she could no longer controlled when she expelled waste. I have been coping when fronting by either playing Tears of the Kingdom…or just laying doing nothing until someone took over fronting.

I won’t lie, I am still not over her death, especially knowing that I had been keeping her alive for selfish reasons. In truth, the moment her seizures started happening four times a day should have been the moment I knew it was her time.

But I kept telling myself “I can make her better, I just gotta keep working on her.” There was no way she would get better. When Bitta Baby, my dad’s cat, was put to sleep, I held her but hardly shed a tear.

I still sob over Shiba. Her death was probably the only time I could show grief normally. Shiba was the one to keep my anxiety down, and the one to comfort me when I couldn’t ask anyone else.

Even after nearly a week of mourning her loss, I am still unsure how long it will take me to recover. I don’t think I ever will.

I had a cat before her named BB. Like Shiba, he too was a black cat. But unlike Shiba, he was never put down. Instead, after we inherited more cats, BB decided to leave our family and live with a different family (my sperm donor of a father confirmed BB started living with neighbors a few houses down the road).

But with Shiba, her death was personal. I think that’s why I haven’t recovered yet. I know when Shiba died, she took a piece of me with her.

You are probably wondering why I am letting you all know this. It’s because I have been silent this entire time, staying off social media as I grieved. This hiatus will most likely last longer.

What this will mean: If I am on social media, it will be only to either talk to close friends or check up on current events. If you didn’t know, Professional Shitpost is ancient by internet standards, starting not long after my school email was given to me.

I have been thinking about this a lot lately. But after Shiba’s death, I had more time to think:

I am going to start distancing myself from Professional Shitpost. I will still use it as a storage place and to post art, but from now on I will begin the transition to talking to close friends only on my new main.

As for that new main? I am not revealing it. I’m sorry, but I only want those that are either close friends or already knew about my soon to be main to follow me.

Like I said, I won’t abandon this account for good, my creations will still exist. But if you spot a different account with my art style, congratulations, you rediscovered me.

———

Tldr: Shiba died, and I am moving accounts semi-secretly so Professional Shitpost’s multiyear baggage doesn’t follow me.

#rhi speaks #no this isn’t a rash decision #this is a decision 2 years in the making #that you for the support :D

[agarafile]

A Candle In The Sun (Empires SMP)

Summary: Princesses make candles together

Read on AO3

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Dawn’s working hours were always the same, starting at six in the morning and finishing at six in the afternoon, not a minute more or less. Even the tavern workers abided by this, the lanterns being blown out as the sunsets. Gem, after her unusual ascension to the throne, knew this better than everyone: there was just no shop, person or bee on the streets during late nights, and she made sure to keep that tradition alive. 

 And that’s why Katherine is at her village house’s doorstep, still on her monster hunter attire.

“I can’t believe you are forcing me to do this.” Katherine says in the middle of a yawn. Her battle axe is loosely being held in her fist, her other hand on the straps of the bundle that she put on her back. 

“I’m not forcing you to do anything, Katherine.” Gem rolled her eyes, giggling as Katherine pinched the bridge of her nose “If I am not mistaken, you offered to help with the candle-making today.”

“Yeah, but… this early?”

“It’s the best time to start getting productive!” Gem nodded, starting the path to Dawn’s candle shop “Once we enter the first hour or so, we’ll be on a roll, you’ll see!”

“I am not even used to waking up before the terce.” Katherine remarked, following her “Just so you know.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Gem smirked “With your monster hunting and all…” 

“I can hear your smile from here, Gem!” Katherine laughed, “My monster hunting business is better than ever, if my board is any indication.”

“Didn’t someone put Pirate Joe in there?” Gem pushed open the door, waiting for Katherine to pass through before closing it behind them “Did that ever get sorted out?”

“Oh, I wish. I’m convinced he put the request there himself to make sure I am thinking about him” Katherine settled the bundle on one of the counters, as Gem laughed,

“Would he even try to that extent?”

“He’s been trying so hard that I don’t doubt it.”

Gem hummed, starting the fire in the stone stove and taking the bee wax pots from the cabinets, starting the melting process.

“You are lucky GlimmerGrove had so many spiders yesterday.” Katherine continued, taking the string out of the bundle “I would have gathered some from the spawner, but it was a nice way to make sure we could have some extra.”

“Really?” Gem looked over her shoulder to see Katherine nod. She turned back to the task at hand and opened the barrel of water nearby, filling the bottom one of the heating pots with water and taking the wax to fill the rest of it. “That busy of a night?”

“Oh, not at all, actually!” Gem could hear shears periodically, probably from Katherine cutting the string “Besides the spiders, there were just some zombies. Very slow night, really.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, Gem stirring the wax and Katherine preparing the string. In quiet hours like this, Gem let her mind wander. Dawn is lively and busy already, the sound of villagers running around outside. If she tried hard enough, she could maybe hear the vendors selling their products, the faint and distant music of the tavern and, even, the buzzing of the bees. And yet, right now, she prefers to stay nowhere else but here.

Which was unusual, to say the least. Since her coronation, Gem has been running around from all corners of Dawn, trying to make sure the citizens are being heard and the kingdom is flourishing. She has no previous experience on how a royal should act or look, but winging it seems to be doing the job for now. And she loves Dawn. Loves the people that she’s seen ever since she was a little girl, the small traditions, the simple yet full of live streets, even the usual bee stings had its charm to her.

But, being here with Katherine was new. Thrilling, even. Katherine is the only other ruler who is also a princess, and although she was intimidated by the other long royal lineage, Katherine was nothing but nice and kind. Their first meeting was unusual, and Gem can’t really say she was awake enough to remember exactly how it went. But she surely remembers Katherine in a leather short dress, battle axe held high in the air, laughing as she cut through zombies and creepers. In her opinion, Katherine looked radiant, her brightness at the moment rivaling the one of the sun.

And, now, here they are: working together, Katherine’s not-so-secretive-secret show openly in the shop.

This partnership was Gem’s idea, really. Even if after Sausage’s ball the two of them promised to keep in touch, Gem grew anxious. Katherine was a princess since birth, she surely had other royal contacts, who certainly were more dignified than peasant-turned-princess Gem, who had no clue about what she was doing. The alliance was a quick idea, Katherine could provide the string and Gem would provide the wax, both could share the profits. And their contact would remain.

Gem looked down at her wax, thinking the plain wax wasn’t really fitting today. She turned to Katherine, lowering the fire a bit as to not burn the mixture, and-

Oh.

Katherine was looking down at the counter, untangling some of the string who, somehow, became a jumbled mess. Her hair was full of dust and dirt from the rough night she had, the bandit mask was pulled down to her neck, hanging loosely and making the frown on her face visible. None of this was really new to Gem, she was aware of how messy hunting could get and that Katherine was easily frustrated with small but bothersome tasks. 

Yet, as the sun streamed in through the window, enhancing Katherine's form, Gem thought she had never seen no one as beautiful her whole life. 

She inhaled sharply, suddenly feeling  out of breath. Katherine turned to her, frown still in her face, and tilted her head.

“Gem? Is everything alright?”

Gem blinked, nodding.

“Yeah, yeah, uh…” she looked around at the mixture and then faced Katherine again “I was just going to ask you to get some dye from the cabinet for me”

“Oh! Sure, of course!” Katherine smiled, immediately turning to be cabinet “Any preferences? I know you really like the yellow and orange candles.”

Gem blushed, opening the chest that held the candles for sale.

“I’m not really looking for Dawn’s candles today.” she rummaged for a bit “Maybe some pink? These are pretty low on our stock.”

“Ooh, yes!” Katherine brought the dyes over to Gem “These are gonna look so pretty!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Gem laughed, still a bit embarrassed. “We do make some pretty great candles, if I do say so myself.”

Katherine laughed as well, handing Gem the dyes. Gem went to take them, but Katherine didn’t let go of them.

“Uh… Katherine?”

“Gem.” Katherine said, eyes fixed on her hands “How long have I been in my monster hunter attire?”

Gem blinked, and thought for a second. She looked out of the window, noticing the sun was still reaching the second hour.

“I’d say an hour or so.”

“Gem!” Katherine said, a panicked tone behind her voice “I’ve been transformed since I got here?!”

“Yeah, pretty much.” Gem had to stifle her laughter at the face Katherine made, eyes wide and mouth on a thin line.

Katherine almost threw the dyes onto Gem, and as soon as she made sure Gem caught them, she went to the other side of the room to detransform. At this, Gem couldn’t help but laugh, the situation so casual to her.

Dawn’s working hours are always the same, but Gem when the sun shines through the windows as she laughs, she thinks that traditions can be blessings.

#empires smp #geminitay #Katherine Elizabeth #Sheep Writes #do they even have a ship name

[blueskyheadleft010]

Warframe: The New War, is f*ing blowing my brain

Finally finally got enough cobbled together parts to build a Necramech + made sure I at least had rank 5 in all the Railjack upgrades, so I felt pretty confident starting the questline The New War tonight.

[Some spoilers ahead; yes, I know I'm late to the game. Also, sorry for sloppy image insertions.]

Dear god I was not prepared in the least.

I’ve already logged about 3 hours into the quest and i’m not even a quarter of the way done. 

Can I just say; HOW IS THIS FREE TO PLAY GAME THIS DAMN AMAZING?!?

Like holy shit, you guys. Like GUYS. THIS FUCKING GAME.

It just cranked up the difficulty by taking away your ‘warframe’, and giving you multiple quests as other npcs (that were oddly interesting to play as. I liked some more than others. Teshin was a welcome surprise, but his gameplay was aggravating, and I felt too enclosed in the maps despite how spread out they were), then popping in old questline characters like cheeky nostalgia bait, but 9,000 times more interesting than just being a cameo, and then topping it all off with some amazing interactive cutscenes.

I mean, I kinda consider myself a vet (gameplay wise I have 30 days total of logged playtime, which... Yeah, probably not getting back that time irl ._.’), but even by my standards the gameplay was pretty damn difficult. 

Also, god bless the game devs. This. Is. Epic. 

The amount of dialogue, maps, cutscenes, homages to gameplay styles, and all around really cool enemy designs is great!

I’m loosing my mind over how many themes, and art styles they’ve thrown in here and I'm not even done playing! 

Good lord, I thought to myself, ‘meh, that warning box about it taking several hours is just a suggestion. I’ll have this done in 3 hours tops.’

No. No way am I anywhere close. The devs literally placed a game within a game and I’m loosing my absolute marbles over this. 

I’m having to James Bond style sneak around and not die (or literally in one part, I kept getting my head blown off cuz I kept getting caught), use smoke grenades, stun batons, hack into systems guiding my cursor backwards in order to disable security, to just stay alive. 

[These are the weird mirror hacking consoles I was talking about.]

I was literally screaming in panic at all the (as I’ve lovingly dubbed) ‘void spiders’ that kept killing Teshin before I could hit the energy beacons with his disc. 

This is Warframe on crack; but I fucking love how it never feels like I’m being overwhelmed. (except for the ‘sneak around and don’t get seen or you blow up’ quest. I cried a little.)

Also the art design?? Stellar!!

You’ve got kingdom hearts styled evil floating priest cloaks.

Egyptian motifs, evil brainwashing helmets, bizarre angelic quotes;

[Ballas thinks he’s freaking Pharaoh now I guess...]

And then, the insane flashback to the Zamarian Ten-Zero that literally feels like it jumped out of Epcot’s Horizon’s ride.

(WHAT IS THIS THING?! IT IS SO TERRIFYING!!)

I honestly did not expect the game to pull a ‘PowerPoint’ old-school presentation on me, and then quiz me on it. Not only is this Cephalon lady terrifying looking, but she made me answer multiple-choice questions about spacetime.

[I hate you robot lady!! D:< ]

In conclusion; I am grateful that the game lets me pause in between big missions (since I have work tomorrow ;w;’) because this questline is so large my poor brain cannot deal with it all in one run.

(Also, people should just pull up a playthrough of all the interactive cutscenes and playthrough. It should at least be viewed as the beautiful art that it is. It literally felt like I was in a Star Wars movie (with all the cloak and dagger and space battles and cool shit), and I am living for this kind of content.)

#warframe #warframe spoilers #major spoilers #the new war #warframe the new war #sky plays warframe #and cries a bit #and then squeals like a 14 year old girl at a concert #this is a WILD ride #A++ #I'm here for this kind of gameplay #:O #:D #it late #sky rambles #sorry for excess swears #this is how i type when i'm uber excited #<:D

[inkforged]

Violation: An Examination of Southern Baptist Purity Culture and Sexual Assault

**TRIGGER WARNING**

A/N: This is NOT a post about sexual assault within the church. This is NOT a post detailing sexual assault. This is about my personal experience growing up in the Southern Baptist Purity Culture (SBPC) and how that shaped my reaction to my own assault.

It may not surprise you to learn that this is difficult for me to write about. I could choose not to write about this and continue on as if this were my issue alone to deal with. However, I realize that there are probably many women who have struggled the same way I have and I think it needs to be talked about.

In March of 2023, I was sexually assaulted at a grocery store in broad daylight while shopping with my mother. It was all at once horrifying, paralyzing, and completely absurd. The details are unimportant and I will not be explaining the sequence of events to anyone but my therapist. There are few words I have to say about the incident, but what happened in the aftermath was far more confusing and complex than I could have anticipated.

I was already in the midst of a deep depressive state when it happened, so you can imagine that this did what feels like irreparable damage to my mental health. Through the work of two therapists, a personal trainer, and anti-depressants, I am finally - 9 months later - feeling like a functional human again. There is still healing and work to be done, but I've come to a place where I'm ready to discuss what this process has been like for me.

Those who have experienced SA on any level often go through the stages of grief as they process what happened. I got to the anger stage pretty quickly and camped out there for a long time. I was furious that I was violated, but more so that this person had stolen my ability to remember the good things in my life. I was enraged at the power this incident held over my life. It seemed so inconsequential. I wasn't hurt badly, I wasn't dead, it could have been so much worse. But it still happened and I was changed. I wasn't the same person from one second to the next. Something was taken from me and there was no way to get it back.

I don't feel safe in stores anymore. Thank God for Instacart.

I struggle when people come up behind me whether it be while standing in line, or just hanging out in a social setting.

But the thing I've struggled with the most is the feeling of shame. I feel ashamed of what happened. Which is ridiculous because logically, I know that none of this was my fault. But there's something in me that won't let me feel absolved of wrongdoing.

I think this mindset is HEAVILY influenced by the teachings of the purity culture that I grew up with.

I am only speaking to SBPC because that's what I have experience with and how I feel it affected me. I would like to clarify: I am still a Bible-believing Christian and I have no intention of bashing people's beliefs. I still love Jesus, the Church is still made of humans though and sometimes, we get it wrong.

The main issue that I have with the SBPC of the late 90's/ early 2000's is that it created a narrative that over-sexualized women to a point where we were shamed for our bodies and taught that our worth lay solely within our purity.

Women were taught that it was their responsibility alone to keep men from stumbling and sexualizing them. Little girls were taught that their bodies were too sexual for men to deal with so they had to always be covered to not cause a man to do horrible things.

Instead of teaching Mark 9:47

"And if your eye causes you to fall away, gouge it out. It is better for you to enter the kingdom of God with one eye than to have two eyes and be thrown into hell."

Jesus clearly intends for us to take ownership of our own sins and remove temptations ourselves.

I went through True Love Waits which put a purity ring on my finger to remind myself that my body had to stay pure for my husband. When that ring broke in high school, a classmate told everyone that it meant that I was a slut and no man would want me now that I had been "used." You can imagine what this did to the psyche of a 16-year-old with self-esteem issues and a belief that she was already difficult to love.

My worth lies in my relationship with Jesus and nothing else. But I can write that a thousand times and still the shame creeps in.

When I started to try dating, I quickly discovered that the only men who interacted with me only wanted me for my body. I'm a plus-size woman and that made me a target for those seeking to check off a bucket list or fetishize me. I was informed that -according to the men out there- I am not worth dating. I've been shown over and over that I don't matter as a person and am not worthy of respect or romance or even a simple cup of coffee. I'm just a body to be sexualized, mocked, or touched.

After the assault, I felt worthless.

With my worst fears and insecurities confirmed, I started asking questions like: how do I face going to church? How do I talk to God about this? Will He forgive me for being impure? Will a man ever want me if he learns about this? This whole situation cemented the narrative that had been steadily playing in my life for a long time. I fight that narrative every single day with everything I have. I have to constantly battle to remember that what the world is telling me and what God is telling me are two very different things.

I'm dealing with this in my late 20s after separating myself from the purity culture- I can't imagine what teenage me would have been feeling at this point, which is why we need to start the conversation.

I'm still healing and will be for a long time. I'm still in the stage of daily reminders that I am not defined by this and that it wasn't my fault. But how many women are in similar situations to mine? How many women experienced the worst of humanity and responded with shame and guilt for something out of their control? How many women live with the narrative that their worth lies in their bodies?

I think we can all use the reminder that we were made for more than that. God created us with intention and purpose. He doesn't define our worth by our bodies or the things that happen to us.

[manygalaxiesinone]

If Disgaea Characters Had Arcana Part 4

((This is the last part of this multipart topic at least until Disgaea 7 comes out this October. As always watch the previous parts first, beware of spoilers, blah blah blah. Let's get it on.

Zed fits the Hermit Arcana with ease. Ever since he became a zombie it's mainly been just him, Bieko, and Cerberus as literally everyone else he ever knew ever stays away from him or picks on him on a regular basis. He's pretty much used to being alone for the most part, which is one of the reasons he had such a hard time opening up to his teammates. He had no desire to get involved with any of them until Cerberus pretty much pointed out that the Super Reincarnation spell is hinting that he needs them around.

Bieko is another easy case as she gets the Devil Arcana. She was basically trapped in an uncontrollable rampage as a God of Destruction and watched herself kill Zed over and over and over again until he finally managed to save her until Misual transformed her again. At that second time, she managed to put her foot down and finally take control of the situation and revert back on her own.

Archiba- I mean, Misedor could be the Emperor Arcana as he is a King and does show some authority, granted it's not on the same level as other characters in this series, but I think the Magician Arcana suits him more as his journey is realizing his own personal dream of becoming a great hero one day. And let's be honest, literally using money to fight in battles is a unique way to go about doing that.

In my opinion, there is no one that fits the Lovers Arcana in the series so far better than Melodia. To say that her love life was in jeopardy would be an understatement. Her whole journey is her having a love life that's in crossroads as she sent out all of her suitors to fight and die against the God of Destruction so she can have a happy ending until Zed came along.

And yes, Dark Pit from Kid Icarus being one of those suitors is still my personal Headcanon. I don't care if they're completely different games, this idea is funny to me.

I almost don't want to give Piyori the Justice Arcana out of spite due to how often she uses that word in the game. I really like Piyori, don't get me wrong, but Justice is not a word that's endearing enough to repeat like "plip" or "dood". But, at the end of the day, this arcana does fit her as it's about cause and effect. Piyori was so focused on how to honor her late older brother and boost the ratings of the Prism Rangers show that she practically almost abandoned the fundamentals of being a hero. It wasn't until she returned to the show that she realized she was going down the wrong path, especially after the leader of the show's villain group pointed it out to her. I can also hear arguments for the Chariot or Sun Arcana given her positive attitude.

Majolene would be the Hierophant as she's a teacher, potentially the oldest in the group, and despite being grumpy especially after becoming a magical girl on accident, she's the wisest and the biggest rule follower. Actually now that I think about it, this whole cast is probably the easiest to pick out Arcana for out of the whole series thus far for me.

Overlord Ivar is a much better candidate for the Emperor Arcana than Misedor. Yes, he is a lot more friendly and approachable compared to other overlords in this series, he is more authoritative than Misedor and works hard to look after his kingdom and subjects. Hell, he literally cut ties with Misual after finding out he's been experimenting on his loyal subjects behind his back and even seemingly killed him.

Speaking of Misual, he is Death. Not only has he argued multiple times how pointless it is to go against destiny, that everything is set in stone no matter how hard you try, but his main goal in the game is to destroy all of existence after Releiza's death.

Speaking of Releiza, even though we don't see that much of her, I'm willing to put her down as Priestess due to kind and gentle nature. Now let's go over some characters I either missed or deemed worthy enough for at least somewhat of a mention before we end this thing off.

I'm not sure why I didn't bother to give an Arcana to Archangel Vulcanus from Disgaea 1, especially since even though he's not the final boss he is the actual main villain of the story. Perhaps I found it weird to do so at the time since he shares the same name as Tatsuya's Suou's Persona even though they're not the same, or the fact that I already gave the judgement Arcana to Lamington. For now considering that a good portion of Disgaea 1's story was him manipulating things from behind the scenes like Flonn'e missing Pendant, the arrival of the Defenders of Earth, the EDF's invasion of the Netherworld knowing full well that both sides might end up taking each other out, and outing Flonne as a traitor to Celestia, I'm willing to give him the Jester Arcana, which is the reverse Fool. I mean, that's literally Adachi's role in Persona 4, pulling the strings and tricking almost everyone and being the exact opposite of Yu Narukami.

Now granted Pleinair doesn't really have that much of a personality as she's almost practically a mute but given how she's been casually going around everywhere and spreading her influence as a netherworld idol across different worlds and even different timelines (unless if she's just some sort of immortal demon girl), I'm willing to give her the World Arcana if not Universe. Kinda helps that she looks like the Persona 3 male protagonist as a demon girl.

You already know I had to bring up this guy at some point. The Director in Disgaea 2 is one of Axel's most loyal companions as he stuck by him even after a big controversial stunt that costed him his fame, even though for some reason NIS won't have him cameo in future titles. Yes, Evil Ranger Pink has pretty much cemented herself as Axel's sidekick, but Director's the one that's been doing his absolute hardest to keep Axel on track as has been with him through thick and thin up until that point. As such, I'm going to give him the Hierophant Arcana.

Might as well include Adell's parents while I'm at it. Starting with his foster mother, she gets the Empress Arcana with ease. She definitely wears the pants in the family, you get to see more of her compassionate side as the story progresses and most magic users, including summoners like her are pretty in tune with nature. If that last part isn't convincing enough for you, remember, she is a farmer.

As for the foster father, he's a bit tricky. Despite his cautious and awkward nature, he's very experienced with battlefield tactics, weaponry, and Veldime's history. One could argue that part of the reason why Adell is more strategic than he leads on is because he learned potential strategies from his foster dad. Pretty much think of Otacon from Metal Gear, but instead of a crippled scientist, he's a cursed demon farmer. I might either give him the Star Arcana or have him switch with Taro and take Temperance instead.

As for Shura and Selion, and yes that's what they actually look like according to the Disgaea 2 Manga, these two get the Devil Arcana easily. They were literally trapped under the Fake Zenon's control to do his bidding until Adell and co helped them rest in peace. Can't exactly feel anymore hopeless and powerless than that.

Tyrant Baal is an interesting case. He's an ancient, all powerful overlord that seeps through all of the Disgaea games fighting the main characters. And I say ancient because he has been around even long before the events of Disgaea 5, which take place over 7000 years before Disgaea Hour of Darkness. And despite that, there isn't that much overall about him that's known aside from the fact that's an amalgamation of various evil souls fused into one, he's responsible for the Death of Overlord Krichevskoy, and he plans to one day take over the NIS verse with his collective army of prinnies and various other demons he has taken under his command. Technically the World Arcana doesn't have a reverse role, but I'm willing to give it to Baal anyway.

Finally, Kyoko and Asuka pretty much play the exact same role in the story as Raspberyl's most loyal companions. These two follow her through thick and thin because they wish to pay her back for saving their lives in the past (if I recall correctly, Raspberyl saved Kyoko from some sort of attack and healed Asuka who was fighting a battle with cancer). As such I think it would be fitting to give them the Hierophant Arcana, similarly to the old couple social link in Persona 3.

And that pretty much covers it. Well for now at least in terms of Disgaea. Like I said, I'll probably revisit this once Disgaea 7 comes out later on. Next time, I will go over Shantae characters so look forward to that. If there are any other titles you want to me to do this for, let me know. As always, take care and thanks for reading.))

#disgaea #disgaea 2 #disgaea 3 #disgaea 6 #shin megami tensei #persona #tarot arcana

[lesfeldickbiblestudy]

  Through the Bible with Les Feldick LESSON 3 * PART 4 * BOOK 59 REVELATION 2:11 – 3:22 - PART 2 Okay, let’s go back where we left off in Revelation chapter 3, and we’re dealing with the letter to the Philadelphian church, which doesn’t have any real condemnation like all the others and consequently I kind of like to tie it in with Paul’s letter to the Philippians. The same way, Paul never has one word of condemnation to the Philippian church. It was a letter that just spoke of their faith and of their joy, and so I like to kind of draw a parallel between these two. The church at Philadelphia was much the same as the church of Philippians in Paul’s letters. In the last lesson we left off with a unique verse, so let’s just pick it up there. Revelation 3:9 "Behold, I will make them of the synagogue of Satan, which say they are Jews, and are not, but they do lie: behold, (now here’s the prophecy) I will make them (these liars) to come and worship before thy feet, and to know that I have loved thee." Come back with me to Isaiah chapter 49, and I think this is probably the prophecy that would be fulfilled in that. Isaiah 49:22-23 "Thus saith the Lord GOD, Behold I will lift up my hand to the Gentiles, set up my standard to the people, and they shall bring thy sons in their arms and thy daughters shall be carried upon their shoulders. 23. And kings shall be their nursing fathers, and their queens thy nursing mothers: they shall bow down to thee with their face to the earth, and lick up the dust of thy feet and thou shalt know that I am the LORD: for they shall not be ashamed that wait for me." And this is exactly, I think, what the Lord is referring to. Now, if you’ll come back with me a minute to Revelation chapter 3 and we’ll go on. And so to those that have loved Him and stayed true to Him they are going to be exalted. Revelation 3:10 "Because thou has kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from (or like I said in the last half-hour, I will keep thee out of - or at least not that it’s going to be totally untouched, but they are going to be spared through it and they’re going to survive it) the hour of temptation, which shall come upon all the world to try (or test) them that dwell upon the earth." Now, you see, that’s a promise of the coming Tribulation, that it’s going to be worldwide. Now, I’m going to take a chance and repeat something that I’ve used over and over. Come back with me to Jeremiah chapter 25. Now this, of course, is graphic language, but in light of our television news lately, we’re getting accustomed to the things that are graphic. And it’s just all a little foretaste of what the world has coming at them. Now this is the testing that will come upon all the world. Now, there are scads of these references throughout the Old Testament, but this one is probably the most clearly understood and it’s the easiest for me to remember where it is, so I’m going to use it. Jeremiah 25 dropping down to verse 29. This is prophecy. Now, this is written about 600 years before Christ but it is just as appropriate today as it was when it was written. Jeremiah 25:29 "For lo, I begin to bring evil on the city which is called of my name, (that is Jerusalem) and should ye be utterly unpunished? Ye shall not be unpunished; for I will call for a sword(now a sword speaks of death) upon all the inhabitants (not just of Jerusalem, but what?) of the earth, saith the LORD of hosts." The whole earth is going to come under this wrath and vexation. Jeremiah 25:30 "Therefore prophesy thou against them all these words, and say unto them, (that is the people of the world) The LORD shall roar from on high, (Now, this is at the end of the Tribulation; this is accompanying His Second Coming and following that He will set up the Kingdom.) and utter his voice from his holy habitation; he shall mightily roar upon his habitation; he shall give a shout, as they that tread the grapes against all the inhabitants of the earth." I think we used these verses in our last taping, three or four programs back.

Jeremiah 25:31-33 "A noise shall come even to the ends of the earth, for the LORD has a controversy with the nations, he will plead with all flesh; (not just Israel, now, we’re talking about the nations of the world) he will give them that are wicked to the sword saith the LORD. 32. Thus saith the LORD of hosts, Behold, this evil shall go forth from nation to nation, and a great whirlwind shall be raised up from the borders of the earth. 33. And the slain of the LORD, (those that shall be put to death) shall be at that day from one end of the earth even to the other end of the earth: they shall not be lamented, neither gathered, nor buried; they shall be as dung upon the ground." And so that’s just one of the many prophecies that speak of this coming holocaust on the whole planet. Now, come back to Revelation if you will and we’ll just jump ahead a few chapters and go to chapter 6. This is in the first half of the Tribulation; this is the opening three and a half years. What we just read in Jeremiah is the finality of it. But, look what happens in the meantime, verse 8. Revelation 6:8 "And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power (now watch this) was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, (that is population-wise) to kill with the sword, with hunger, with death and with the beasts of the earth." In other words, even those first three and a half years are going to bring in a devastation that will take out one fourth of the world’s population. Right now that would be over 2 billion people, so even the first half will be terrible. Judgment is coming and as we said in our last program, the way that wickedness is coming across the planet and the rebellion, the hatefulness, it’s no wonder. Revelation 3:10-11 "Because thou hast kept the word of my patience, I also will keep thee from the hour of temptation which shall come upon all the world, to test them that dwell upon the earth. 11. Behold, I come quickly: hold fast that which thou hast, that no man take thy crown." See now, there’s no condemnation here; this is all a commending from the Lord for this particular congregation. Revelation 3:12 "Him that overcometh I will make a pillar in the temple of my God, and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my God, and the name of the city of my God, which is the new Jerusalem, which cometh down out of heaven from God: and I will write upon him my new name." All right, now let’s go all the way back to Ezekiel and, if I’m not mistaken, it’s the last verse of the last chapter of the book of Ezekiel, chapter 48. Here we have the city described back here in the Old Testament prophet and then we come down to the verse 35. Ezekiel 48:35 "It was round about eighteen thousand measures: and (here we come now, this is the part that I wanted you to compare with Revelation) the name of the city from that day shall be The LORD is there.’" Now, in the original Hebrew its Jehovah-Shammah, for the Lord is there. And that will be the name of God. It will be the name of the city. And it is the finality of God’s dealing with the earth as we know it even today. Revelation 3:13 "He that hath an ear, let him hear what the Spirit saith unto the churches" (or these assemblies). All right now, hopefully, we can wind up book 59 with this lesson, and hopefully I can finish these first three chapters of Revelation because I checked on our book 11 this morning and we started back in Revelation at that time in chapter 4. So, if I can finish chapter 3, then I’ve got the book of Revelation taught from start to finish. Revelation 3:14 "And unto the angel (or the leader or the minister) of the church (assembly) of the Laodiceans write; These things saith the Amen, (which is another one of the terms associated with God the Son) the faithful and true witness, the beginning of the creation of God." In other words, He’s the Alpha and the Omega, He is without beginning, He is without end, He’s from eternity past, He is the Creator of everything.

All right, now we’ve all heard about the Laodicean church haven’t we? And it’s always associated with the "lukewarm" or the end-time church. Well, I’m not going to throw that out completely because it certainly has some application. But, I prefer to leave it where we’ve got all the other six; its part of these seven Jewish congregations, but it is a congregation that is so parallel with the church in our present day. All right, now let’s read verse 15. Again, the Lord speaks of knowing their works. So, in that regard it’s no different. They were active, they were busy. And he says: Revelation 3:15 "I know your works that thou art neither cold or hot: (they were lukewarm.) I would thou were cold or hot." Now, you’ve all heard sermons on this Laodicean church; how that since they’re lukewarm and lukewarm water cannot slake the thirst, nor is it hot. It’s just putrid. And so it’s something that can rather be spit out. Revelation 3:16-17a "So then because thou art lukewarm and neither hot, I will spew thee out of my mouth. (Now, here was their condition.) 17. Because thou sayest, I am rich, and increased with goods,…" In other words, they were the epitome of materialism. They were probably more concerned with the beauty of their synagogue than they were with the spiritual condition of their members. And so they had ample funds in the treasury. "Increased with goods," the need of nothing - that is materially. The Lord continues: Revelation 3:17b "…and knowest thou not that thou art wretched, and miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked." Spiritually. Oh, materially they probably dressed in the finest clothes available. They had all kinds of material wealth, but they were destitute spiritually. And again, that certainly is the church today. Revelation 3:18-19 "I counsel thee (or I advise thee) to buy of me gold, tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich: and a white raiment, that thou mayest be clothed and that the shame of thy nakedness do not appear: (That is the spiritual; this is what Jesus is talking about. They were spiritually poor. They were spiritually without a clothing and because of their spiritual nakedness, the Lord says) anoint thine eyes with eyesalve, that thou mayest see. 19. And as many as I love, I rebuke, and chasten: be zealous therefore, and repent." Now, let’s go back and see how Paul uses comparative language for the end-time church. The Christendom, I’m not talking about the true church necessarily, but how he can speak of the so-called Christian community. Come with me to II Timothy chapter 3 and just make the comparisons; the same description of the Laodicean Jewish congregation just before the Tribulation was to come, just before their opportunity for service would come to an end. Now, look how Paul makes the same kind of comparison with the Church Age, and how we, too, are just as destitute, for the most part, as the Laodiceans were. II Timothy 3:1a "This know also, that in the last days…" Now, again, we’ve got to keep remembering where we are. Here’s where the Lord Jesus is writing through Peter, James, and John and these letters to these 7 assemblies, probably in the late 50’s or 60 AD. They thought, and everything in Scripture indicated, that the wrath, the Tribulation, would be coming and the Second Coming would follow it. And they knew not that God’s timeline was going to be opened up, and we now have had 1900 and some years of the Church Age. They absolutely knew nothing of the Age of Grace. And so here we are now, and Paul is speaking at the end of the Church Age, this Age of Grace, just like it compared with this up here. And so, as we’ve pointed out in previous programs, everything has just come full circle, and we find ourselves today in the same political and geographical set of circumstances that was evident when those seven letters were written. II Timothy 3:1-2a "This know also, that in the last days (that is in the closing days of the Church Age) perilous times shall come. 2. For men shall

be lovers of their own selves, (how was it described in Laodicea? You say you’re rich, but you have nothing.) covetous, (well, what makes people covetous? Materialism. You don’t covet something unless you really want it, and you don’t want something unless it had a valid value. And so it all speaks of materialism) boasters, proud, blasphemers,…" You know, in our listening audience of course, we have folks from every walk of life, including some who are in the corporate boardrooms of our various corporations. And one young man told me, "In the last few years the profanity and the filthy language in the boardroom has just compounded." He said, "We never used to hear foul language. We’d have our board meeting and there was never profanity." But he says, "Now it is just saturated with it." Well, it’s all a sign of what Paul calls right here, the end-time, perilous times – blasphemers. They have no compunction about using the name of God in blasphemy and profanity. II Timothy 3:2b-3a "…disobedient to parents, (that’s all part of the breakdown when folks get so materialistic that they haven’t even got time to raise their kids) unthankful (they’ve got it so good, they’ve got such big income that they never stop to thank anybody) unholy. 3. Without natural affection,…" Now, I read in the paper again the other day where they found a little infant wrapped in a bath towel and thrown in the garbage can. Whoever heard of such a thing twenty years ago? But, they have no natural affection. II Timothy 3:3b-5a "…trucebreakers, (nobody’s word is worth a plug nickel) false accusers, (my, you see that constantly) incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good. 4. Traitors, heady, high minded, lovers of pleasure more than lovers of God; (Isn’t that true? My, if this isn’t it exactly tonight.) 5. Having a form of godliness, but denying the power thereof:…" Where are a lot of these people on Sunday morning at eleven o’clock? Oh, they’re in church. One hour a week. And the rest of the week they have no concern whatsoever. Well, "a form of godliness but no power thereof." II Timothy 3:5b-8 "…from such turn away. 6. For of this sort are they which creep into houses and lead captive silly women laden with sins, (Jezebels, see?) led away with diverse lusts. 7. Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth. (It’s beyond them.) 8. Now as Jannes and Jambres withstood Moses, (that goes clear back to the death of Moses) so do these also resist the truth: men of corrupt minds, reprobate concerning the faith." They have no idea of the truth of God. All right, now let’s come back to Revelation chapter 3, for the last three or four minutes. So, the admonition was even to these Laodiceans who were careless, they were indifferent, they were materialistic, they had precious little spiritual life, but see, God is still willing to deal with them. He is still willing to accept them if they would change their mind. So he says: Revelation 3:19 "As many as I love, I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore and repent." Take to heart the things that He’s reminding them of. All right now, in the last three verses, they, again, are usually pertained to as a salvation message, and of course that is certainly true up to a point, but on the other hand I think it’s more or less a warning of coming judgment than it is an invitation to salvation. Revelation 3:20-21 "Behold I stand at the door and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and sup with him and he with me. 21. To him that overcometh I will grant to sit with me in my throne, even as I also overcame, and am sat down with my Father in his throne. 21. He that hath an ear let him hear what the Spirit saith to these churches." (assemblies) Now, what has been the theme of these seven letters? Judgment, chastisement, warning! Wake up and set things straight because the end of this normal lifestyle is about to come, and they would be going into the Tribulation and the wrath and the judgment.

Now, as Christ stands at the door of these seven assemblies, don’t forget that the number one criteria was repent or else. And yet God’s mercy is always available. You know, let’s go back and look at a verse that we have in this Age of Grace in Romans chapter 5, and with this we’ll wind it up. Even to these careless Jews in these congregations there in Asia Minor, the God of Grace is still the same. Romans 5:20 "Moreover the law entered, that the offence (that is sin, for what it is) might abound. (That is, it might be well known what is right and what’s wrong. That’s why the Law was given. But, here it comes no.,) But where sin abounded, (no matter how vile the sin, no matter how much it’s being propagated) grace did much more abound." Now that’s a promise. There is no sin so vile that God cannot go beneath it with the grace of God and bring them out. And that’s the joy of this Book. Yes, it’s got condemnation. Yes, it has judgment. But far above all of that is the grace of God. And I think it carries off into the life of the believer. We may fail. We may be miserable, but God’s grace never stops operating.

[shxdowsofombra]

Nibs

[Ellie]

Ellie walked through the hallways before being led into Nibs’ room. She held onto Luna as she opened the door. “Hi daddy, um here is Luna’s bag. And some snacks she wanted to bring with her.” She said putting Luna down to walk over to Nibs.

[Nibs]

“Where is your mother, she was supposed to bring Luna?” He asks while looking at Ellie. 

[Ellie] 

“Um I don’t know.” She shrugged before pulling out her phone and showing Nibs the text she got. “She just told me to bring Luna and that she was grabbing something from home. I’m sure she’ll be here soon. Why are you here?” 

[Nibs]

“Something from the house? Oh maybe she is getting my ring. I um…started taking some pills for anxiety and they had a bad effect on me so I am here to get better. But I tend to get better when I have family around me so…” 

[Ellie]

“Oh okay.” She nodded. “Um…well I hope you feel better. I mean, I am sure it won’t take you long to get better.” She told him as she looked down at Luna. “I am going to go. I can call Mom if you want?”

[Nibs]

“Uh thanks. Well why not stay a bit until she gets here. How have you and Tommy been so far? Still enjoying being on your own I assume? Oh and did you get that job?” 

[Ellie] 

“Um sure.” She says before moving to sit down. “Yeah I did, it’s been fine. I’ve been working a lot so Tommy and I haven’t seen each other.” She explained. “We didn’t want to be on our own…we didn’t really have a choice.” 

[Nibs]

“Well we could always move kingdoms eventually. Bring the whole family and start our own little place. I think that would be nice. We can all do what we want without being judged by anyone…” He tells her. “Well congrats on the job. Did Tommy ever get the one that he wanted?” 

[Ellie]

“But Charlie is king here? He just can’t leave because of us.” She nodded. “He did. I told him I didn’t mind him going to school, but when I didn’t get in, he didn’t want to go.” 

[Nibs]

“Yeah they can always find a new king. That seat is cursed anyway.” He sighed. “Of course he didn’t want to go. He has terrible separation anxiety from you. He has always been that way ever since he was younger.”

[Ellie]

She blushed at his words and pushed hair out of her face. “Um it’s getting pretty late. I should probably text Tommy if I’m going to stay so he doesn’t worry.”

[Nibs]

“Oh if you have to get back to him then you can go ahead.” He tells her. 

[Ellie]

“Yeah I promised to go to the movies with him and I don’t want to be late. But you shouldn’t worry. Mom will be here soon.” She said standing up. “It…it was nice seeing you dad.”

[Nibs]

“Okay I will wait for your mother obviously. But I will get to spend some time with Luna. It was nice to see you too. I do hope you come visit more.” He smiles. 

[Ellie]

“Oh like with Tommy? Yeah I can bring him. I am sure he would love to see you.” 

[Nibs]

“Well sure if you want to bring him you can. I just meant seeing you more in general.” 

[Ellie]

“Oh.” She smiled as she nodded. “I would like to see you too…more I mean.” She moved to hug Luna before hugging her father. “Have a good night.” Ellie said before leaving.

#muse: nibs #nibsxeleanor

[the-possum-writes]

Can I have poly Gumball x reader x Marshal Lee -🕷

Poly Relationship Hc

❥Character: Marshall Lee, Prince Gumball

❥Tags: Mostly SFW, NS/FW at the bottom, Poly Relationship, gender neutral!reader,

A/n: Writing these as headcannons but I’ll make sure there’s enough content to make it feel like a mini scenario.

 It started out as a small rivalry between the two of them for your affection) think back to early season bubbleline), they’d often argue over small things or past events but whenever you’re around it sudden became a competition of “Who could catch your attention first?” Gumball would prep you with fresh baked goods and a cup of tea while Marshall would try to drag you aside and tell you stories about his many travels.

The thing is they’re both your friends and you care about them but this silly competition was getting on your nerves, you’re more than just a tool to irk each other.

It hurt when you stopped talking to them for a while, but it seemed to work since when they both came back knocking on your door, they got over their bickering and offered you a proper apology.

“Huh, would you look at that the two of you are together for more than 5 minutes and are still intact.” You scoff lightly, keeping the door partially open just so you could see them. Gumball is the first to take the initiative by taking a step forward, having prepared a peace offering in shape of a loaf of bread. “(y/n) I know you don’t have us in good terms since the last time you saw us, but during this time Marshall and I have been talking... about a lot of things, but it was mostly about you. Looking back, we realized our behavior towards you was inappropriate and we’re sorry.” You raised an eyebrow at this information but didn’t interrupt, you wanted to know where this was going. Marshall lee bumped in, adding his own two cents. “Yeah, you deserve better than just being stuck between two bitter knuckleheads, and we wanna be better friends to you. Right Bubba?” the vampire places his hand on the prince’s shoulder, who nods in agreement. You pout your lips, looking back and forth between one an another and finally the loaf of bread in Gumball’s hands. Without saying too much you give them a smile and open the door wide enough for the two of them.

From there on things became harmonious between the three of you. Sure, Marshall would still tease Gumball occasionally but it felt less hostile and passive aggressive like back then.

The shift between friends to lovers was smooth like butter, one day Marshall would stop visiting you and just crash at your place and became roommates after that. The two of you had more free time compared to the ever so busy prince of the candy kingdom, but it doesn’t feel the same hanging out without Bubba.

So, the two of you would often drag Gumball out of his lab for a night a fun.

Your first kiss with the two was probably during a concert, you were dancing with the two of them when Bubba accidentally bumped too close to you and laughed it off but ended up locking lips out of the heat of the moment, when you parted from him your eyes immediately landed on Marshall eyeing you in wanton. You gave him a good smooch too as a way to even the play field, the pout Bubba made was absolutely adorable to which the two of you playfully kissed him on the cheek.

The domestically of the relationship is probably the best part. When Bubba retired from his prince duties that allowed for the three of you to live together in his little farmhouse.

During dinner time Marshall would be the one to fetch the groceries (with an obligatory check list because he gets distracted by the free samples) since he can fly while you stay back and help Bubba clean the kitchen.

On weekends you and Marshall would stay up late binge-watching movies/or old tv shows, Gumball is an early bird and would tap out after three episodes. But he doesn’t mind spoilers so you would resume it for him during breakfast.

During sunny days you’d help Gumball manage his cute little pumpkin patch while Marshall plays videogames or prepares a meal for the three.

Gumball orders him to clean up after himself when he spends too much time on a game, you laugh a bit at his messy appearance but help him nevertheless.

As for work, Marshall usually chills at home until he gets called up for gig. He sometimes jokes about how you and Gumball are his official groupies and made personalized t-shirts for you two.

Gumball can’t help but do weird experiments on his produce. You’ve seen him harvest tomatoes bigger than your fist, but hey they taste good, which you company him to the farmer’s market to sell some fo his produce. Marshall likes going solely because he likes hunting for vegetables with weird shapes just to pull a laugh out of you.

N/s/f/w:

Bubba likes having control over things, a kingdom, it’s citizens, a science lab and that carried on to the bedroom but deep down he also likes being taken cared of. He wants, no, craves the attention so he could unwind from all the stress. To which both Marshall and you are eager to fulfill. The dirty talk gets to him bad.

Marshall lee is a switch, I don’t have any proof but neither any doubts. He’s uneasy with biting you at first, he didn’t want to accidentally turn you into a vampire after all. But after the confrontation with the other vampires, he’s more open about it… and absolutely adores the upper hand his fangs have.

When you’re the center of attention you can feel the adoration they bleed for you in every touch, Gumball practically recites poems of appraisal whenever you take him with your mouth, meanwhile Marshall isn’t very vocal during the do but his enthusiasm with everything he does leaves you breathless.  

#adventure time x reader #marshall lee x reader #prince gumball x reader

[dreamescapeswriting]

Stray Kids Reaction | Uses Your Insecurities Against You [Request]

`A/N: The anon is right by the way you’re all beautiful in every way possible, including the anon that requested this. I love you all! Stunning, beautiful peopl all of you! ~ M

CHAN: Insecurity: Clingy

Chan rubbed the bridge of his nose as he stared at the screen in front of him trying to grab some ideas from the air, he had been suffering with writer's block and it was starting to get to him. Normally if he was suffering with it he would call you over, you were his constant muse but this week he wanted nothing more than to be left alone. He was stressed from being put under pressure from his managers to finished a certain amount of songs, as well as making sure he and the rest of the boys were staying on top of their practice. Everything was just piling up on top of him and he didn't need you around to add to the pile, as much as he loved you being there he just needed some peace and quiet which he soon realised wasn't going to happen,

"Jisung told me you were feeling shitty so I bought your favourite snacks," Your voice that was normally heavenly to Chan only made him cringe as he realised you were here. 

"Hey babe, do you mind coming back later? I really need to get this done," He turned around on his chair to face you, trying to get you to leave quickly before things went south but you stood your ground, placing the small basket of food down onto the coffee table. 

"I also got your favourite hot drink, I figured you could use a pick me up." You began explaining everything that was in the basket but it only annoyed him more as you listed everything, ignoring his request for you to leave.

"We can sit on the sofa and eat while you relax for a while-"

"Fuck! Have you always been this clingy or is it just as of late?" Your heart sunk as you stared at Chan who was red in the face, it was now that you took in his dishevelled appearance it looked like he'd slept less than usual and he was clearly beating himself up over something so you let the comment pass. 

"I was just- I wanted to make sure you were okay," Your voice cracked as you tried to get over the comment, moving closer to Chan who simply rolled away from you on the chair and shook his head at you. 

"I want you to leave. You're so fucking clingy! I can't do anything without you being right there on top of me, it's exhausting having a partner who doesn't know what space is!" He was yelling loudly enough that the staff outside his studio had stopped speaking to hear what was happening in the office but you felt like you shrunk in size as he yelled at you so without another word you left him there. Chan knew how insecure you were about being considered clingy, your exes had all said the same thing to you so when you began dating Chan you told him about it, not wanting to have the same problem. You never thought, in a million years, that he of all people would use it against you.

(X)

Later that night there was a knock on your apartment door, thinking it was just the food you'd ordered for yourself you got up to answer it to see Chan standing there holding the basket of food with a giant smile on his face. 

"What do you want?" You asked plainly as you stared behind him, hoping your pizza would arrive so you could take it and shut the door. 

"To tell you how sorry I am," You scoffed rolling your eyes at him, 

"You know exactly how insecure about that I am and you still-" You began sobbing as you thought back on what he said, all he did was wrap his arms around you tightly. Pulling you into a hug, his hugs were the answers to all of your problems, no matter what you were going through as long as he hugged you everything else seemed to be insignificant to you.

"You know how insecure I am about that," You managed to say through sniffles as he kissed the top of your head, rubbing your lower back as he repeated how sorry he was to you. 

"Things with work have been stressful...I just- You weren't listening and I needed you out of there." He knew it was never going to make up for what he had unintentionally said to you but he was going, to be honest with you from the start and tell you what happened. 

"I'll make it up to you if you let me." He whispered as he continued to hold you in his arms, kissing your cheeks as you nodded. 

"Start by paying for my pizza," You sniffled, wiping your eyes when you saw the delivery man walking over in your direction, 

"Anything for you," Chan whispered, handing you the basket so he could get out the cash.

MINHO: Insecurity: Not having Friends (One of my many insecurities lol)

As soon as Minho heard your voice from the hall he rolled his head against the floor of the dance studio, 

"I thought it was just us today," Hyunjin said to Minho, confused as to why you were in the building when it was supposed to be a private practice between him and the boys this afternoon.

"It is," Minho grumbled as he glanced over at the glass panel on the door, you were stood talking with Nayeon so he wrecked his brain at some kind of excuse to get you to leave without being so mean about it. The boys were all stressed out, Kingdom was getting harder with every week so they were having to step up their game, every second of practice alone was important to them. With you there, they weren't able to get anything done. 

"Hey Babe, guys! I got you all some lunch and I figured we could hang out this afternoon?" You glanced over all of their faces and the boys turned to look at Minho for help, none of them wanted to be the ones to send you home but it needed to be done. It was probably best it came from your boyfriend rather than the boys who were just friends of yours, 

"Don't you have plans with any of your friends?" Seungmin tried to come across as friendly, hoping you would somehow get the hint that they wanted you to leave but Minho laughed loudly at the comment. 

"Y/n doesn't have friends, that's why they're always clinging onto us," The room seemed to fall into silence, all that could be heard was the air-conditioner and your rapid breathing as Minho used your number one insecurity against you in front of everybody knowing full well that it hurt you more than anything else he could have said to you. 

"Y/n!" Minho yelled out as you backed out of the room without another word to him, the other boys looking shocked at him as he called you to come back to him. 

"Give them some space...Y/n will just want some time to cool off," Chan said as he placed his hand on Minho's arm wanting him to calm down before he spoke to you but Minho couldn't concentrate on anything else but the look on your face as he said that to you. 

(X)

Minho stared at you from across your apartment as you waited for him to say something, he'd let himself in with his key but you weren't speaking. He'd been sitting on the sofa for an hour without either of you talking, he was just as stubborn as you were about things but he knew he was in the wrong this time. 

"Why did you say it?" That was all you wanted to know, why he'd felt the need to use one of the biggest things you were insecure about in front of everyone, laughing about it as if it was something funny when it wasn't. 

"I just- I need you out of there, I've been stressed and I know that will never be a suitable excuse but I was." You rolled your eyes at him, sitting down on the opposite sofa to him as you listened to what he was saying, 

"You could have told me, I would have left...I know how much stress you're all under for Kingdom," You whispered as you looked down at your hands, wondering if he really found it funny that you didn't have many of your own friends, you were new to Korea it wasn't as if you weren't trying. 

"What I said was out of order, nothing I can do or say will make up for it but I'm hoping you'll let me try...I never meant it, you know that." You knew deep down he hadn't meant it but you didn't want to forgive him so easily and seem so weak,

"Fine but...I want to be alone tonight, I just want some space." You whispered as you glanced up at him, he nodded and walked over to you giving you a kiss on your forehead. 

"Call me when you're ready to speak, I'm sorry." He whispered before you kissed him again, letting him go out of the door. 

CHANGBIN: Insecurity: School/College work

it out on one When Changbin walked into the dorms that night and heard you laughing loudly with the guys he frowned, you were supposed to be at home studying for your exams that were coming up not here with his friends. 

"Y/n? I thought you had an exam tomorrow." He said plainly as he walked into the room, you stopped laughing as you glanced over at him and nodded your head. 

"I do, I was just coming over for a break and I ran into Jisung," You looked over at Jisung who was still red in the face from laughing, Changbin grew with jealously as he watched the two of you giggling while trying not to laugh.

"This is why you keep failing the exams," He mumbled not thinking you could hear him as he walked into the kitchen but you heard him and your face fell, 

"What?" Your voice cracked as you waited for him to repeat what he had just said to you, nothing but the sound of the tap dripping could be heard. 

"Nothing." He grumbled, Jisung attempted to slowly leave the room without being noticed but you took his wrist in your hand, 

"What did he say Jisung?" Changbin stared at the younger member with a look that said he would kill him if he said anything. 

"I wasn't listening," It was clearly a lie but you let him go before grabbing your stuff, 

"That's great, you know. You confide in your boyfriend that one of your insecurities is that you failed an exam and he uses it against you," You said snarkily as you began heading towards the door of the dorms, wanting nothing more than to go home and be left alone but Changbin followed you out. 

"I didn't mean it, I was just-"

"You were just what?! Stressed? So, what? You thought. 'I know let me just take it out on my partner, who's already having a rough enough time without their boyfriend being rude about it'" You yelled before leaving the dorms, making sure to slam the door so he knew you didn't want him to follow you back home.

(X)

A week had passed since your little yelling match with Changbin, he'd been doing everything he could to say sorry, sending flowers, chocolates and teddies to your apartment to try and make up for everything he had done. Then there were the calls, voicemails and texts telling you how sorry he was for what he had said to you, that he hadn't meant it. You finally gave up on ignoring him when you realised you were both just stressed and it didn't mean you had to take it out on one another. 

"I'm sorry," You said in unison as you opened the door to your apartment to see him standing there with a bunch of flowers in his hands, 

"No, I'm sorry." You said in unison again before laughing with one another, Changbin put the flowers down on your kitchen side before bringing you into a hug and kissing the top of your head. 

"I promise that it won't happen again, I've been stressed at work and that's one of the worst excuses in the world but I'm really sorry-" He was cut off when you kissed him softly, telling him that it was fine, you'd been stressed out as well and you shouldn't have ignored him for as long as you had done. 

"How did your exam go?" He whispered as he pulled you into a tight hug, 

"I passed." You laughed softly, kissing his chest as he told you his plans for congratulating you. 

HYUNJIN: Insecurity: Not Being Good enough for him

You ran your hands down the outfit you were wearing for the award show the boys had invited you to go along with them to and you sighed, you looked great but you thought back on what everyone else was going to be wearing. All of those people around Hyunjin who were going to gain his attention within seconds, 

"You ready to go? Whoa," He whispered as he walked into your shared room to find you in the most stunning outfit he'd ever seen you in, he walked over and kissed you softly. 

"Looking good babe," He complimented but your heart dropped, "good" wasn't what you wanted, you wanted to look great. So great that he wouldn't be able to take his eyes off you all night, 

"I need to change, it's not right." You mumbled, heading into the wardrobe to try and find something that would meet your standards that you had set in your head. 

"You don't have to, you look good." You ignored him as you pulled out different options up to your body trying to find the best one, 

"I don't want to look good, I want to look great." You whispered not thinking he could hear you but he watched you from the door shaking his head, 

"You always look great, it doesn't matter what you wear," You looked over at him and shook your head this time, 

"But they're going to be people, that will look better...You will look at them and want to be with them instead." He rolled his eyes at you, leaving the wardrobe to go and wait for you outside not wanting to listen to this over and over again. 

"You always think that I'm going to leave you for someone else, why? You're all I want." He was getting tired of telling you this and you never believe him, it was like a broken record. 

"Maybe I should spend my time looking for someone who would be good for me, someone who wouldn't spend so much time getting ready," He snapped not meaning it, he was stressed from work and the award show but you came out of the wardrobe in sweats. 

"What are you doing?"

"Well, I'm not going. Spend the night finding someone that can be good enough for you," You remarked before looking yourself in the en-suite, ignoring him as he banged on the door for you to come out.

(X)  

Hyunjin walked into the room later that night to find you curled up in bed with his shirt on, he crawled in behind you and kissed your shoulder softly. 

"You know I didn't mean it right, you're perfect for me...Sometimes you're too good for me." He whispered as you pretended to be asleep, 

"I know you're not asleep because you're not doing that little snorting thing you do when you're sleeping," You began making the snorting noise as he laughed softly, kissing your cheeks and turning you around to face him,

"There is no one in the world I want, I only want you for the rest of my life," He admitted as he kissed your lips over and over again, telling you he was going to remind you every day how good you were until you began to believe and listen to him.

JISUNG: Insecurity: Don’t earn as much as him

It was no secret that you didn't earn as much as your boyfriend Jisung did but that was because he was famous and you just happened to serve in a restaurant and work in a bookstore in the week. 

"We're all going to split the bill," Jisung announced as he looked at the waiter who had asked had you and the boys wanted to pay for your meal that night, you looked at the receipt nervously thinking about how you were going to pay for it. 53000 won wasn't exactly the cheapest meal in the world, you figured you would all pay for the food you had ordered for yourselves which was why you'd gone for the cheapest items on the menu. 

"Well, Changbin is the birthday boy, we shouldn't make him pay. Let's split between the eight of us," Felix said as he bought out his wallet, you began to grow with anxiety as you realised you weren't going to have enough to cover it. 

"Here, mine and Y/n's half," You stared at the wad of cash that he placed down and then up at him as he smiled at you, kissing your lips. 

"I got you, baby, I know you don't have a lot so I figured this was my treat." Your mouth fell open as he said that in front of everyone and the boys awkwardly looked away from you, doing anything they could to not pay attention to you. 

"I can pay for my own meals," You whispered not wanting to make a scene in such a fancy place but Jisung didn't see a problem with him putting money down for the two of you. 

"I know you don't earn as much as me, it's no big deal it's just money." A hiss sounded from Changbin as he realised Jisung was saying the wrong thing right now so all you did was get up, 

"Well, this person who doesn't earn as much as you is leaving to catch a cab. Don't worry Jisung, I can afford it." You snapped, moving out of the restaurant leaving Jisung shocked as he watched after you, not seeing the problem in him offering to pay for your food. 

"Dude...Bringing up that they earn less than you? Harsh," Changbin whispered as he patted Jisung on the back before getting up to leave. 

(X)

Watching him from across the room you waited for Jisung to say something, he'd come to your apartment begging you to let him inside so you did. 

"What is it? Come to mock me some more for my jobs?" He sighed as he stepped closer to you, only for you to back up against the wall not wanting him to touch you right now. 

"You know I never meant it like that, I just...I thought I was doing a good thing." You shook your head as you rubbed your arms, 

"Doing a good thing would be if you didn't announce to everyone on our table that I make less than you," You mumbled as you thought back on the boys all staring at you, it felt as if you'd shrunk in size with the way they all stared at you.

"Babe please, I didn't mean to I thought I was doing a nice thing." You shook your head rubbing your temples as the headache you'd gotten increased, 

"Whatever Jisung, just...lock the door on your way out," You turned away from him only for him to take you by the hand and pull you close. 

"You know I would never do something that spiteful to you on purpose, I was stressed, it slipped out, I didn't mean to use it against you." You could tell by the look in his eyes how sorry he was and the thought of curling up beside him to fall asleep was too good to resist right now so you gently kissed his lips. 

"Next time we eat, I'm paying." You mumbled, dragging him  into the bedroom to get some well-earnt sleep.

FELIX: Insecurity: Emotionless/Cold hearted

According to everyone around you, you were that cold and heartless person that everyone tended to steer away from which was why it was so hard for you to believe someone like Felix, who was the living embodiment of sunshine, would want to date someone like you. 

"All I'm saying is, you could have been a little bit nicer." He mumbled as you stood in the dorms, Jisung had been crying about a fight he'd had with Chan earlier that day and you told him to grow up about it. 

"All I said was that he needed to grow up," You were confused as to why he was so angry over something so small, Jisung hadn't seemed that upset over it and it was him you were talking to. 

"You're so fucking emotionless! He was crying Y/n and you told him to grow up!" You felt your body slump as the words left his mouth, you could take that from everyone around you but not him, not Felix. Felix was the one that made all of your insecurities melt away, the one you felt happy with but now he'd just thrown that back in your face and it looked as though he hadn't even noticed. 

"How do you do it? How do you get away with being so cold to everyone around you, he was clearly hurt and needed our help and you fucking made it worse." You looked over at the dorm bathrooms wondering if you could make a run for it while he was ranting with his back to you so you did. Shutting the door as you slid down it, crying into your knees as you remembered the way Felix looked at you as if you were a monster. It wasn't that you were emotionless or cold to everyone, there were just some feelings you didn't understand. 

"Y/n! I'm sorry!" He banged on the door as soon as he realised where you were, trying to get you to come out as he heard you sniffling from the other side of it. 

"Please, I didn't mean any of it Y/n, you know that." You continued to cry into your knees, wanting nothing more than for him to leave and go into his room so you could sneak out and go home but he sat there on the other side of the door and waited. 

(X)

You finally emerged an hour later when Chan knocked on the door telling you he needed to use the bathroom, Felix was waiting for you with open arms but you attempted to move away from him, failing as he hugged you from behind. 

"I'm sorry, I was just stressed and overwhelmed with work, I shouldn't have taken it out on you," He whispered as he kissed your shoulder, watching you as you kept your eyes forward on Jisung who was talking to Chan about that day.

"You were right though, he did need to grow up...I shouldn't have said what I said to you and I am really sorry Y/n." You knew that no matter what Felix was going to keep saying sorry until you forgave him, 

"You're right there, I am-" He kissed your lips softly before you could tell him you agreed with yourself being emotionless, 

"I don't want to hear that, it's not true...Remember when I broke my ankle and you were there taking care of me," You nodded and he continued to list off everything you had done for him, the boys and all of your friends when they were sick or injured. 

"I don't want to hear that again," He kissed your nose and you nodded before kissing him softly to stop him from saying sorry again.

SEUNGMIN: Insecurity: Not successful like other people your age

Your eyes glanced over the wedding invitation sitting on your coffee table, yet another one of your friends were getting married and you were happy for them. You would always be happy for someone who was doing well in their life but everyone you knew seemed to be getting married, having babies, getting their dream carers all the while you seemed to be stuck in the same place moving nowhere in your life. 

"Why the long face?" Seungmin asked as he brought over your plate of food, the two of you were having your date night at your place tonight since the boys were all at the dorms and you wanted some alone time together.

"Nothing, I'm just wondering what to get my friend for her wedding," You said as you nodded over at the invitation, Seungmin nodded along with you and without thinking about it first, 

"Doesn't it make you feel bad that they're all so successful and you're just still in your small apartment," He didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, he'd been so stressed all week over something he needed to ask you that it came out a little too harsh. You dropped the fork onto your plate as you looked at him, wondering if he was joking or if he was serious but he looked at you confused. 

"What?"

"Well, I mean, they're all married, starting families, having these large homes and you're still in this crummy apartment." You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, especially from Seungmin of all people, your boyfriend. The person that was supposed to be supportive and loving to you no matter what, it felt as though he was turning your back on you. 

"Crummy?" Your voice broke as he continued to eat, watching the TV as though he didn't notice what he had said was hurting you so badly, you got up without another word, placed your plate down and rushed to the bathroom. 

(X)

When you didn't come out after an hour Seungmin was beginning to worry, he knocked on the door when he heard sniffling coming from inside. 

"Babe? Everything okay?" You wiped your eyes as you hummed in response, reaching to the toilet to flush it before lying to him, claiming you were sick and he needed to go before he caught it.

"You were fine earlier," He mumbled confused as to where this sudden sickness had come from, he opened the door to find you leaning against the bathtub wiping your eyes. 

"Babe! What's wrong?" You scoffed at him, moving away as he tried to reach out and comfort you, 

"What's wrong?! Me and my crummy apartment!" You yelled as you moved away from him and went into the living room, 

"Baby, I didn't-"

"Didn't mean it? Because clearly, you did! Do you find it funny?" He reached out for you but you stepped away once again not wanting him to be near you right now,

"Let's just laugh at Y/n and the fact that they still live in a 'crummy' apartment, not married, not having kids and alone!" He realized as soon as you began crying again that his words had hurt you unintentionally, he hadn't meant it the way they'd come out.

"I didn't mean it like that, I've been stressed this week trying to-"

"So you took it out on me? When have we ever done that?" He shook his head, finally gabbing your hands as he made you look up at him, 

"I've been stressing myself out trying to ask you to move in with me, I-I found a house we could live in and I- I didn't know how to ask you and I thought that dropping hints would be a good way." You stared at him with your brows pressed together, 

"You thought telling me my apartment was crummy...was a hint?" He laughed awkwardly as he realised how stupid it seemed but you started laughing softly along with him somehow seeing the funny side of it as you shook your head. 

"Kim Seungmin, you are the most strangest, perfect boyfriend in the world." You whispered kissing him softly, 

"Yes, I'll move in with you."

JEONGIN: Insecurity: Worried He doesn’t Love you

"You were flirting with her," You scoffed as you stood in one of the empty conference rooms that were in the JYP building, Jeongin rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration listening to what you were claiming he was doing.

"I was talking to her, she's like a younger sister to me." He explained you'd walked into the building to find him standing extremely close to Lia from itzy and it sent jealousy running through your veins. It wasn't as if you didn't trust Jeongin, you just found it incredibly difficult to see him with someone like Lia and not be attracted to her,

"You're just always too jealous to see what's in front of you! Why would I flirt with her when I'm with you?" You stared at him as he called you jealous, you looked down at your hands and not knowing what to say to him. 

"You're always so worried that I don't love you! Do you know how tiring it is to have to remind you all the time?" You felt a pang in your heart as he yelled at you, people turning to look through the glass door as they heard the youngest member yelling. 

"Well if it's so tiring why do you keep doing it?!" You yelled back only for him to shake his head and shrug his shoulders, 

"I don't know," Your heart, felt as though it had fallen onto the floor and crashed into a million tiny pieces right in front of him and it was as though he didn't care to notice. 

"You don't know? So...Why don't we just break up?" Your voice was quieter, hoping he would realise you were upset about this and that he would tell you he didn't mean it but he nodded his head, 

"Fine." Your breath caught in your throat as he stormed out of the room leaving you alone to try and gather up everything that had just happened in the room while he seemed to go off as though nothing had happened. 

(X)

When Jeongin walked into the dorms later that night the last thing he expected to find was you packing everything up into a bag with tears gushing down your cheeks. 

"Sorry, I thought I would be done before you got back," You sniffled, wiping your eyes and side-stepping out of the room telling him you would come back for the rest of your stuff when he wasn't at home.

"What are you talking about? Why are you taking your stuff?" You ignored him as you struggled to take the key to the dorms off your keys, dropping them all onto the floor and crying as you saw him bending down for them. 

"We broke up. Remember? You didn't want the hassle of telling me you loved me so we broke up," You couldn't bring yourself to look at him but he tilted your head up to look at him and shook his head, 

"I was just mad, I didn't mean it Y/n...I would never break up with you over that, I've just been stressed and then the whole jealousy thing came out and I just...I'm really sorry," He whispered leaning forward to kiss your lips softly, repeating over and over how much he loved you in every way possible, kissing you all over your face as he pulled you back into his dorm room so you could unpack your bag. 

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Imagine being Lin Beifong’s daughter and Korra having a crush on you

You entered President Raiko’s party late and hurried inside hoping to avoid your mother’s wrath by appearing as soon as possible. Being Lin Beifong’s daughter and employee meant she was twice as hard on you as anyone on the force, so she would not take your tardiness well. You were waved into the building by guards who recognised you on sight and rushed into the ballroom. You saw the party was already in full swing and braced yourself for all the fake smiling you’d have to endure when a young woman appeared across from you. “Avatar Korra” you nodded in recognition of the girl who grinned at you. “Miss Beifong” she smiled in greeting “you look as beautiful as ever...you legs alone seem to go on for years in those trousers” she commented glancing at them and you blushed. “Funny I just had a similar thought about your biceps”. Korra beamed “ow you can’t really see them in this thing but I’d be happy to give you a closer look”.

You couldn’t resist a smile and your blush grew to have such a beautiful woman flirt so blatantly with you. Korra was always like this around you and you enjoyed it greatly even if it wasn’t professional. Korra was a breath of fresh air in Republic City and you enjoyed her confidence and humour. You liked the avatar a lot but you had no intentions of pursuing anything beyond flirting with her. For one thing she was young, cocky, beautiful and THE avatar. You supposed she had hundreds of boys and girls queueing up for her and didn’t want to just be another name on her list. You’d heard about how the previous water tribe avatar had been a hit with women and apparently that was a trait Korra shared. She was the avatar, who wouldn’t be weak to her charm? Still you tried to behave so aimed to change the topic of conversation.

“I think we should join the party seeing as we’re both very late” you smiled slyly and Korra smirked “I didn’t think Beifongs were ever late. Are you really trying to tell me you’re not perfect?”. The girl was insatiable. “We all have our secrets” you replied and Korra’s grin only grew. “Mysterious, intelligent and beautiful...you have to let me lead you into the party. As the Avatar it’s my duty to serve the people”. “Well who I am to get in the way of that” you smirked rolling your eyes as you took her outstretched arm. Korra led you into the party proudly and you enjoyed being on her arm. Still you were in work mode, so you only stayed by Korra’s side for an appropriate amount of time before excusing yourself so nobody would get the wrong idea. Korra never failed to make you smile or blush but you wouldn’t let it progress no matter how much fun it would be. So you allowed the flirting and lingering glances but stopped it from going any further.

You saw Korra pretty regularly as she was always in trouble with the law in some way or another and not a month after the party President Raiko banned her from Republic City. It was something he’d likely take back pretty soon but still she had to leave so you and your mother went to help her however you could. The avatar didn’t seem too bothered by the President’s command and still had that cocky smile on her face. She let you into Tenzin’s home and explained how she was leaving tomorrow to go look for air benders anyway. She read out the names of some known airbenders in the earth kingdom and you paused as one was familiar.  “Wait did you say Opal? Is she from Zafou by any chance?” you asked and Korra nodded “yeah why?”. Your mother tried to silence you but you didn’t notice, too excited. “She’s my cousin!” you burst “This is so great, i’m so proud of her”. “Wait so Suyin is your sister?” Korra asked Lin and your mother nodded “yes. Which is something I wished to remain a secret but clearly that is not an option anymore” she said shooting you a look. “Well this is great news” Korra smiled “you have to come with me!”. “What!” your mother cried and Korra sighed “if she’s your niece then you can help us recruit her! We need all the help we can get”. “No way!” Lin cried “I am not seeing my sister ever again if I can help it, y/n can go if you want a Beifong so badly”. Korra looked at you and smiled “that does sound appealing, what do you say y/n? Want to come on a field trip with me?”. Korra held out her hand to you and you blushed, hoping your mother didn’t notice. You knew you probably shouldn’t go. Being in close quarters with Korra would certainly challenge your restraint but you hadn’t seen your extended family in so long and this was the perfect opportunity to go visit. Plus Korra looked so good when she smiled at you like that. “Sure” you said taking her hand “someone has to keep you out of trouble”.

You met Korra and her friends at Future Industries the next day and were soon flying to Zafou. Korra came to stand beside you on the deck and leant forwards flexing her arms right in front of you. “I’m glad you agreed to come” Korra smiled and you nodded “me too, it’s been forever since I’ve got out of Republic City”. Korra’s eye glinted “does this mean I’m going to witness holiday y/n? It’d be fun to see you let your hair down and go wild”. “If you’re lucky maybe you will” you smirked and Korra nodded “i’m looking forward to it” and winked before leaving you alone once more. You stared after her as she walked away and Korra must’ve felt your eye on her because before she disappeared back into the ship she turned and caught you red-handed watching her. She smiled widely a chuckle slipping from her lips and you turned around sharply, blushing vividly. Agreeing to this trip may not have been a smart decision at all.

When you touched down in Zafou Korra had you right beside her in pride of place. You recognised your aunt immediately and she addressed Korra first before she spotted you beside her and she did a double-take. “Y/n?” she asked and you grinned “Aunt Suyin!” and rushed forwards to hug her. Your aunt wrapped you in a hug and then quickly tugged you to go find your cousins, momentarily forgetting the avatar was here. She summoned all your cousins and they rushed to greet you...well some did. Bataar junior didn’t look impressed and Huan just glanced at you not particularly bothered but the twins and Opal were very welcoming. “It’s so good to see you again!” Opal cried and you nodded taking her hand “it is! It’s been far too long and I can’t believe you’re an airbender now!”. Opal nodded “trust me it was a shock to us all but i’m so excited to learn airbending”. “Well Korra can definitely help you with that” you said gesturing to the avatar who nodded confidently “of course, anything for y/n’s cousin” and you blushed slightly but managed to hide it.

You enjoyed your time with your family greatly and got along well with all your cousins. You participated in Wei and Wing’s power disk game and being a good metal bender yourself almost won the match. You noticed Korra watching you and briefly tried showing off before getting wiped out. The twins noticed Korra watching and invited her to join but she declined explaining she couldn’t metal bend. Your cousins rushed to assure her she could learn and volunteered to teach her. Korra seemed very excited at the idea and agreed before she turned to you “wait a minute y/n why did you never offer to teach me?”. You could tell she was only feigning annoyance so you shrugged “what can you blame me for wanting something over the almighty avatar?”. That stroked Korra’s ego and she smiled lazily “no but I’ll certainly get my own back in some way”. “Ow really? How”? you challenged her and the girl just shrugged. “I’m not sure yet, but be on your best behaviour Beifong” she smirked before rushing away.

Korra went off to train with your cousins and you were relieved hoping this would be a time for you to cool down and recover but no. Opal caught you and invited you to catch up with her in the gardens. You of course obliged your cousin but found yourself seated directly in view of Korra’s training with your cousins. You tried focusing on Opal but your eyes kept getting pulled to the avatar as she picked up metal bending remarkedly quickly. You noticed Korra had spotted you and she appeared to be putting on a show, trying valiantly to challenge your cousin entirely for your benefit. It was a clever strategy and soon Opal trailed off just letting you admire Korra. Your cousins were experiencing first-hand just how skilled the avatar could be and you saw them breaking out in a sweat with how hard Korra was pushing them.  

After a while they began trying to score past one another and Korra got an idea. She *accidentally* bent a disk near you and your cousin Wei teased her for being sloppy. She just shot them a lopsided grin and jogged over to you. “Ladies” she smiled looking straight at you “i’m sorry I didn’t see you there”. “Ow really?” you asked and Korra grinned “yeah I had no idea you were here whatsoever...which is odd considering how every eye is drawn to you whenever you’re nearby”. You blushed going red and Korra’s smile grew “I’ll leave you to your chat. Opal, Y/n” she nodded at you both in turn but winked when she met your gaze. You watched her run back to your cousins and found Opal staring at you. She immediately pushed you squealing “you didn’t tell me you were dating the avatar!”. “I’m not and keep your voice down please” you begged seeing the smug look on Korra’s face which told you she’d noticed Opal’s reaction. “But she was very openly flirting with you” Opal retorted and you nodded “I know we do that a lot but it’s just our friendship. I’d never let it go further because she’s the avatar! She’s not after a relationship she just wants a fun fling and I can’t give her that. Trust me the avatar will get bored of me and move on soon enough”. “Ow yeah?” Opal asked looking to where Korra was still putting on a show for you. Korra scored a point and shot you a smile. You blushed vividly and Opal laughed “I don’t think she’s not going cold on you any time soon”.

At the end of the week your Aunt Suyin threw a party to celebrate Opal’s progress and avatar’s arrival. It was magnificent and you hadn’t seen this much earth kingdom food in...well forever! You made sure Korra and the others were all okay and socialised with your cousins greatly enjoying being with your family. Bataar jnr told you about his machines, his girlfriend Kuvira traded military expertise with you, Wei and Wing quizzed you about all the pro-bending in Republic City, you teased Opal about her crush on Bolin and even Huan showed you some of his paintings. You were absolutely thrilled your family still felt like a family after all this time and hadn’t been this happy in a long time. However all that excitement can be draining. Towards the end of the night you began to grow tired so went outside for some fresh air and quiet. You were relaxing in the picturesque moonlight when you were disturbed. “Well your aunt certainly knows how to put on a spread” someone called and you jumped to find Avatar Korra making her way over to you on the abandoned balcony. She was wearing a beautiful blue dress and her eyes shone in the dark light. “She does” you smiled “never let it be said Beifong’s don’t know how to put on an event”. “That’s for sure” Korra agreed coming to sit right beside you. “The city is so beautiful” she commented before she turned “as are you”. “Thanks” you blushed “you look very beautiful too”. “There’s no way I can compete with you in that outfit” Korra smiled “Beifong’s apparently always look stunning as well as being great hostesses”. “Have you been checking out my aunt then?” you replied and Korra laughed “of course not, I only have eyes for you”. “Sureeee” you laughed but Korra nodded “I do I promise! You’re all I think about and why wouldn’t I? You’re the most interesting girl I’ve ever met. I’m crazy about you”. You blushed under Korra’s intense gaze but didn’t look away. “I....I don’t know what to say” you finally spoke up and Korra shrugged “well then how about we don’t bother talking anymore?”. Time seemed to freeze and you viewed the present in slow motion as Korra cupped your cheek gently and leant forwards. You liked the way her hands felt on you and instinctively leant into her before your brain caught up with the situation. “Wait! Korra I can’t” you said your heart hammering in your chest and the avatar frowned inches away from you. “You can’t? why? Do you not find me attractive?” Korra asked. “No of course I find you very attractive, i’ve never seen a human being I find more attractive than you” you admitted very flustered. “Then what’s the problem?” Korra asked and you sighed “the problem is I don’t just want to hook up with you a few times and be done with it. I know some people like that kind of thing and i’m sure as the avatar it is the perfect option but I’m not like that. Casual one night stands just aren’t my thing so I’m sorry I have to decline. Please don’t ask me again” and you rushed away. Korra called after you but you clearly wanted to be left alone so she didn’t follow you. She hung her head in her hands at how messed up things had gotten.

When Korra had allowed herself to wallow for a bit she came back inside to find the party over. She made her way to her shared room and found Asami waiting. “Korra where have you been we were all worried sick and...” Asami started when she caught sight of Korra’s expression and stopped abruptly.  “What’s wrong?” Asami asked and Korra sighed “you gave me terrible advice that’s what!”. Korra explained the situation more and Asami felt awful. Being more experienced with relationships Korra had come to Asami for advice on how to approach her feelings for you and it hadn’t worked well. Given Korra’s past approach of blurting out her love for people without a second thought, Asami advised Korra to try a different approach with you but she hadn’t meant it so literally. Instead of being serious or passionate Korra had been entirely flirty and forward with you. No substance just fun. So you’d wrongly gotten the idea all Korra wanted was a fun fling when she actually was madly infatuated with you and wanted far more long term things with you. Asami wasn’t sure what she could do but seeing Korra so distraught she knew she had to try and help her friend.

So Asami made her way to your room hoping you wouldn’t mind such a late-night visit. Asami knocked on your door and heard movement inside. There was a pause before she heard you call “who is it?” nervously. “It’s Asami” she called back “I need to speak to you”. The door opened slowly and Asami saw you looked upset. “Did Korra send you”? you asked quietly “because she didn’t do anything wrong I just need some space”. “No she didn’t send me but I am here because of her, I need to confess something”. Your eyes widened in confusion but you nodded and let Asami into your room. The minute you turned to face her Asami burst “It’s my fault! Korra came to me when she realised she liked you and asked me for advice. She was terrified of messing this up and doing what she did with Mako...with him she’d blurted out a lot of intense things right away and so I told her to do the opposite. I suggested she just toned down the seriousness and had fun with you. Flirt a little and try and gauge how you were feeling before she confessed her whole heart to you. But it seems she took my advice too much and now you don’t think her intentions are good at all which is not the case! Korra very much likes you for more than just your appearance and she has for a while”. You stared at Asami at an apparent loss for words “so Korra was...what acting?”. Asami shrugged “kind of, she was putting on this cocky flirty front when she’s actually a lot more emotional and sweet...she didn’t mean to come across so forward she was just following my advice which backfired horribly. I’m so sorry it upset you I promise that was not her intention at all. If you want to blame anyone blame me”. You assured Asami you weren’t upset with her and spent the next half hour understanding how the situation had gone so wrong. You were very excited by the end of it and couldn’t wait till morning to speak with Korra. Asami told you she was in their room and wouldn’t mind you disturbing her so late.

So you rushed to Korra’s shared room and knocked on the door lightly. Your stomach was bubbling with butterflies and you weren’t sure what you were going to say when you saw her. The door didn’t open so you knocked louder hoping Korra wasn’t asleep. Still there was no sound from inside so you frowned and decided she must be asleep. You didn’t want to wake her so started to retreat from the room when you heard a loud thud from inside. “Korra?” you called through the door “are you okay?”. You got no reply and were growing more and more concerned when you heard something smash inside followed by a grunt of pain. “Korra?” you yelled through the door and began bending the metal of the lock. The door swung open and you saw the room was an utter mess. Naga was unconscious on the floor and by the window...four people had a struggling Korra in their arms. She looked very weak and wasn’t putting up much of a fight so you figured she must’ve been drugged. “Korra!” you cried rushing into the room. You had no idea who these people were but you weren’t letting them take Korra. You launched into a flurry of attacks and managed to land a few hits on the earth and water bender. The air bender sent a gust which knocked you back but you were quick on your feet and pursued them leaping out of the window. You yelled as you chased them quickly attracting the attention of the guards who sounded the alarm. Suyin appeared as did her guard Kuvira and they helped cut the quartet off. “You have nowhere left to go, let her go” you glared and the leader just smiled “never”. You looked at Korra lying limp at their feet and felt rage take you. “Then i’ll drag her from you myself” and ran at him.

3 hours later

You were sat in the infirmary beside an unconscious Korra waiting for the effect of the drug to wear off. Everyone else had gradually retreated to bed but you couldn’t sleep. The adrenaline from the fight was still pulsing through your veins and was only overshadowed by your worry for Korra. You’d won the fight with the help of Suyin, her guards and Korra’s friends but still the drug they’d used hadn’t worn off. Your eyes fell to her for what felt like the hundredth time and you sighed “please wake up”. Finally Korra listened. With a loud gasp Korra jolted awake and you scrambled to your feet. “Korra breath! You’re okay, you’re safe just breathe!” you commanded and Korra slowly began to calm down. “Y/n? What happened?”. “The White Lotus, I didn’t realise it was them at first but i’ve been briefed on them. They tried to kidnap you when you were a kid and they tried again tonight”. You saw Korra shiver at that and frowned. “But never mind them” you sighed wrapping an extra blanket around her shoulders “how are you feeling?”. Korra frowned “okay...a bit groggy like i’ve come out of a really heavy sleep but it’s not too bad. It’s getting better. How are you?” she asked and you froze “me?”. “Yeah” Korra said offering you a small smile “you don’t look like you’ve slept a wink”. You chuckled softly “I haven’t. I wanted to see you wake up first and make sure you were okay. I haven’t been able to rest since it happened...I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw them with you I was so angry but you’re okay now and that’s all that matters". Korra smiled at you "yeah I'm okay now...thanks to you". It wasn’t the usual cocky smirks she sent you. Instead it was a sweet tired smile but it made your heart hammer in your chest just as much. "Do you remember much?" you asked and she shook her head. "No I remember something hitting Naga. I went to look at it when one hit me too. I backed away from the window as the world began to spin and then everything went blurry...the next thing I remember was seeing you in my doorway. You attacked whoever had me and I fell. I remember being unable to move and seeing you send rocks flying through the air. You were terrifying" she laughed "a woman possessed". "Of course I was they were going to take you! I know I might have sent mixed messages last night but I like you Korra. I was coming to tell you that. Asami explained to me what happened and why you behave as you do around me". Korra blushed at that "what were you coming to say to me?". "Well I was coming to ask if it was true, did you really put on a mask around me, acting all confident and promiscuous?". Korra nodded "yeah...I meant everything I said to you I wasn’t lying about my attraction but I was doing the opposite of what I'd usually do because my last relationship didn’t work out well. I came on too intense too quick so I tried to take a more fun carefree approach but that didn’t work. I'm sorry I offended you or made you think I was only interested in you for one thing. I do think you’re gorgeous but that's just one of many things I like about you and by no means the most important". Korra blushed looking down and you found her adorable. How had she hidden this side of her so well? "So is this, you know, the real you?" you asked double-checking. Korra nodded "yep, this is me. I'm emotional, reckless and I always say the wrong thing. I have no tact and just say what I'm thinking. Now you can probably see why I was trying to act so put together and impressive before. They're much more attractive qualities". "Maybe" you shrugged "but I think this side of you is just as attractive, more so actually because it's real and it's beautiful. You're wonderful Korra exactly as you are". Korra stared at you in shock and you just smiled at her. "I...I..." she babbled and you smirked "how about I kiss you to save you having to speak?". "Yes please" the avatar breathed and you gently placed a hand on her cheek and kissed her. The kiss was sweet and Korra seemed uncharacteristically shy. She pulled back blushing vividly and you smiled at her reaction "how was it?". "Good...amazing" she replied and you smiled "great". Korra looked up at you but blushed as soon as she met your eye and you smiled taking her hand softly "I like you Korra and that kiss was good for me too, if you’d like to make it a more frequent thing we could go out on a date sometime?". "I'd love that!" Korra agreed before wincing "too eager?". "No it was adorable like you" you smiled kissing her forehead "now it really is late. You should try and get some rest, something tells me the next few days are going to be very long and strenuous". Korra nodded "I agree, goodnight y/n". "Goodnight Korra" you smiled and closed her door softly. The avatar wasn’t a womaniser but a shy bashful passionate woman. You were pleasantly surprised and couldn’t wait to see all the different layers of her left to discover.

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Korra is 100% one of those people that’s all talk but is actually a huge softie romantically. Asami is one lucky lady (althought she’s also amazing so Korra is lucky too).

Also why is there so little Korra content out there? Her and Huan Beifong are very under-represented in the fanfiction game and I am personally offended by that 😂

#Korra #korra imagine #korra x reader #legend of korra #avatar #avatar the legend of korra #Avatar imagine #avatar the legend of korra imagine #avatar korra #Lok imagine #lin beifong #zafou #beifong #asami #suyin beifong #opal beifong #wei beifong #wing beifong #huan beifong #bataar junior #the white locus #republic city

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His queen

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Note - An anon asked for an au sequel to first night with no stucky but this can be read as a one shot. Thanks to lizzygal(link to ao3) for her advice on this! This is written for @sweetlyscared's 1k angst challenge! Congrats boo! I used the prompt 'Do you love her?' Although this is hardly angsty but it's as angsty as someone as soft as me can get🥺 Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary - Married life with Steve was amazing (although with a few bumps in the way) until you discovered a heartbreaking secret.

Warnings - explicit sexual content, painful sex, innocent naive insecure reader, dub con/noncon, soft dark Steve, jealous Steve, ooc villain Sharon, like a little breeding kink, some angst.

Pairing - soft dark king!Steve x reader

Word count - 5.3k

Steve jolted when your palm hit him across his face, his hand circled around your wrist, ready to fight whatever it was that slapped him off, his grip loosening when he realised it was just you. You wiggled your hand away from his grip, mumbling incoherently before turning away from him, so that he could only see the silhouette of your nude back in the dim light.

Although he had been with a handful of women, he never had to share a bed with one. He didn’t think he’d ever have to, he was born in royalty, raised to be a king. While he liked having your soft warm body in his arms, he maybe could live without your hands slapping him, or both your legs over his thighs and hips.

It was customary for wives to have their own chambers after the honeymoon period was over. And with a heavy heart he had sent you to your own chambers, he made sure you were treated to the best luxuries possible.

But he found himself missing your presence soon enough. Your legs over his, you annoying him for attention whenever he was working, the way you hummed a song in your head, how you often clumsily bumped into things, your sweet beautiful voice, your scent, everything about you.

So he went to your room, told you that you were to live with him in his chambers from then on. You were hesitant at first, but didn’t say no to him.

You could never deny him anything. He loved that about you. How subservient you were despite being so fiery.

He was grateful to have made you move in, in times like these, when his cock was hard and achingly pressed against your thigh, he had you right where he wanted you.

He softly called out your name, he’d rather have you awake for this. He loved listening to the sweet sounds he could pull out of you. When you didn’t so much as stir he decided he would just have to wake you up another way.

Pushing your legs off his, spreading them apart to make room for him as he hovered over you, pressing soft kisses, rubbing his beard against your skin, he made his way down to his destination, he was parched for your nectar.

He kissed your petal, your cunt already oozing with need, your body would always want him even if you weren’t awake. He frowned when you didn’t move at all. He had been a bit too rough with you that night, exhausting you, making you pass out as soon as he was done, but he was growing more and more impatient.

Scraping his teeth over your clit, he bit it ever so lightly as you yelped awake.

“Oh!” you gasped when you looked down to find the king between your legs.

Swallowing a lump, because this was still so very strange to you. Your mother had told you how a man and woman make love before your wedding, but she never mentioned anything like this.

From your knowledge the king putting his mouth there wouldn’t result in you getting pregnant. But it did bring you great pleasure, to the point where it was maddening.

Sometimes it was the only thing on your mind.

It was as if you were addicted to it.

“My king...” you squirmed when you felt him push his fingers inside you, “I’m so tired... I have court tomorrow...” How he managed to do all his duties and still have you at least thrice everyday was beyond you.

“You don’t have to go. You’re the queen, the future mother of my children, you deserve a day off. Besides I do work you a bit too hard, don’t I?” he asked before plunging his tongue into your heat.

“Huh? No... I’m glad to be serving you...” And you had yet to give him any heirs.

It wasn’t long before you released all over his mouth, your cheeks heating up when you saw his beard coated with your slick as he wiped it off with the back of his hand.

“You can stay in bed all day tomorrow. That way you’ll be strong and ready by the time I’m back.” He told you before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, as you tasted yourself on his mouth.

Turns out a day off was everything that you had needed. You were born a princess, albeit of a kingdom standing on its last legs, you were the youngest of six sisters, your prospects weren’t all that great.

Your mother told you that you’d be lucky to get a rich lord, let alone a Duke or a prince. A King was out of the question. She taught you how to handle a household, she never could’ve prepared you for court or to be a queen. You always dreamt of marrying for love. Of running away after falling for a stable boy and living far away and being free.

But you married the King of the most prestigious kingdom in the whole world. While you had grown to love Steven, you didn’t love all the responsibilities that were thrusted upon you so suddenly, you didn’t like how you were always under scrutiny. Every move you made was watched and judged by others. You still couldn’t believe your life sometimes.

So it was nice to have a day to yourself. You had slept in till late in the morning, having your breakfast in bed before taking a leisurely bath and then decided to go for a walk in the garden just before the sunset before you’d have to go back up and have dinner with your husband before having to perform your wifely duties.

“Your grace,” you smiled upon hearing the familiar voice, turning around to see Lady Sharon approaching you.

You hadn’t seen her in over a month. She had been so kind to assist you and help you get acclimated to your duties, you’d always be grateful to her.

“I thought you were under the weather,” she frowned. It was the excuse you had given to skip court with your ladies that day. Which wasn’t a complete lie. You were a little sore between your legs. But a warm bath had fixed that.

“I’m feeling quite better,” you said, standing upright, a dignified smile on your face--formal and curt.

Always be formal and curt with everyone. Your instinct was to hug her when you saw her after her month long trip, like you would to any of your sisters or friends, but you must always act like a queen since you were one.

“How was your trip?” you asked her as she hooked her arm in yours so you could both resume walking.

“It went alright. Mama wants to marry me off to the Duke Stark, the trip was some sort of matchmaking ploy,” she snorted.

“What’s wrong with Stark? He seems so charming.” You remember meeting him at your coronation ceremony. Where he had got you beautiful pearls from an exotic country.

“He maybe charming, but at the end of the day - he’s manwhore.”

You gasped incredulously, your hand over your mouth as you looked around to make sure your maids didn’t hear you, “Lady Sharon,” you chastised her, “We can’t use that sort of language.”

“Forgive me, your grace,” she apologized, “I often forget how naive you are.”

“What? Naive?” you huffed. “Not using such filthy language hardly makes me naive.”

“Live a little, all royals are debauched in one way or another. I’m surprised to see just how much of a square you are.”

“Is... is being a square a bad thing?” You wanted to know. You never thought of yourself as a conformist, in fact your mother used to tell you you’ll die an old maid if you didn’t start acting more like a lady and less like a spoilt brat.

“Sometimes it is...” she pondered. “Well, for instance, being a square in bed might be boring for some men.”

“What?” you gasped again. Tightening your grip on her arm and walking at a faster pace to put some distance between you and your maids, “Give us a minute,” you told them.

“Lady Sharon,” you looked into her blue eyes, much like your husbands but a little darker, “Have you ever been with a man?”

“I have,” she shrugged. “Just the one. He was my true love.”

“Bu – but you aren’t married.” You frowned.

“So?”

“So, how can you make love to anyone if you aren’t married...” Your mother had told you that making love only ever happened between a man and his wife.

“I... you do know what making love entails right? This is what I meant when I said you were too much of a square,” she chuckled.

“Don’t... don’t make fun of me...” you pouted.

“I’m sorry, your grace, it’s just,” she put a hand over her mouth as she cleared her throat, “Really funny. Two people, who aren’t married, can make love. Being married is good but not a requirement.”

“I suppose that makes sense, me and his majesty could do it even if we weren’t married...”

“Is he happy with you?” she wanted to know.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just, you don’t know much about physical relations, and there needs to be a certain level of knowledge and experience for it to be good at it.”

“Do you think he is unsatisfied with me?”

“I wouldn’t know,” she shrugged. “Does he seem unsatisfied?”

He was always asking for it. Which you preferred, because you’d die of embarrassment if you ever had to initiate it. You couldn’t go for too long without it either. He had went on a hunting trip for just a couple of days and you wanted to jump on him and keep him in your bed as soon as you saw him.

Why would he ask for it again and again if he was satisfied?

“I’m not sure... since you know so much about it would you give me some advice?”

“My, I would’ve thought you’d call me a harlot or a whore instead you’re asking for advice...” she smirked.

“Oh, I would never. That is what my mother would say, probably, but you’re my friend. Besides, I would want to make love to Steve even if we weren’t married, and if he was a stable boy.”

“A stable boy?” she quirked a blonde brow.

“Yes! And I would be me, a princess. It’s just a silly dream I used to have,” you shrugged. “What happened to your love? The one you lost?”

“He got married to someone else,” she stated. And although she was firm and sophisticated as always, you could hear his voice wavering and how much pain she was in.

“Oh my... I am so sorry, Sharon,” you said, engulfing her in a hug to comfort her, now that you do actually love someone, now that you know what loving someone deeply means, how overwhelming it can be, you couldn’t even imagine what losing that love would feel like. “You’ll find someone better.”

“There is no one better, your grace. But I’ll give you some advice,” she pulled away from you, putting some distance between you both, “You have to pay special attention to his balls. Many ladies tend to forget them.”

“Ball...? Like toys? I don’t believe he has any.”

“Your grace,” she rolled her eyes as she snickered, “He does have them. That is where your children will come from.”

“Um... what? Wouldn’t they come from...” you looked down, to the place between your legs. That’s where kids come from. That’s what you had been told.

“Well, yes, that is where they will pop out of. But the balls... the ones right behind his manhood, that’s where his seed comes from.”

“Oh...” you nodded as you realised what she was talking about. “So... what about the... balls?”

“Just pay special attention to them. He would like that. Suck on them, tug on them... but gently!” she chuckled as she realised she would have to talk down to you since you were so inexperienced.

“Oh... alright... anything else I can do?”

“Try to be more... active... instead of just sitting there and taking it you know?”

“Alright. I think I get the gist of it.”

“You ready for me, petal?” Steven asked as he looked down at you, naked and vulnerable, so beautiful and all his. He nudged his cock against your intimate lips, prodding at your entrance as he awaited your answer. He knew he could be too much for you sometimes, he was trying to do better. So he could make you love him at least half of as much as he loves you.

“Mm-hm... but um...” you trailed off. Not exactly knowing how you would go about asking to suck his balls.

“What?”

“I was just wondering if... I could... do that...” you fluttered your lashes, that usually got you whatever you wanted from him.

“And what is ‘that’?”

“You know... when you make me put my mouth on you...”

He didn’t usually make you use your mouth.

Most of the times Steven had a strict unofficial schedule he followed when it came to lovemaking. He wasn’t someone who liked or embraced change, he was always strategic, as a king and as your husband.

He’d kiss you till you were out of breath, then your neck, and then your breasts, he’d spend a long amount of time there, maybe because you liked that the most probably. And then he’d use his fingers to work you up, tasting you, eating you out and drinking your nectar.

That drove you mad, till you were on the brink of insanity.

You loved it as much as you hated it. You had never felt so out of control in your entire life. Not even when your parents told you they were going to marry you off to a kingdom far away, to a man you had never even met before.

Steven would complain that you thrashed and moved around too much, although he would encourage you to make all the noise that you wished. He pinned you down by your hips. Sometimes he’d make you make once, twice, thrice, it depended on how desperate he was to get his own release.

And then he’d have you on your back. Whispering the filthiest things to you as he fucked you, filled you up with his seed.

He’d hold you close to him, kissing your hair, kissing your cheeks and touching your ever so intimately. That was when you were the most clingy, you’d hold on so tightly to him. You were more vulnerable than usual. You would tell him about how, even though you love being the queen and his wife, it was so new and overwhelming, how you miss your family and your old life. How things had changed and so drastically. He’d always tell you that it would all be okay. That he would take care of you and never let anything bad ever happen to you.

Then he’d have you on your hands and knees. He told you he liked looking at your behind and spanking it.

After that you’d both fall asleep. Sometimes he’d wake up in the middle of the night and nudge you awake to love you some more. But he rarely ever made you suck him off.

“You wanna suck my cock?” he smirked as you meekly nodded. “Go right ahead then, petal. It’s all yours now, you don’t have to ask,” he told you as he sat up on his knees.

You looked at his cock. Hard and standing tall and proud up against his stomach. You now knew that being aroused made him hard and much much bigger. Maybe that’s why it’s often such a tasking job to take him--often leaving your cunt so sore.

Soft dark golden hair, much like that of his beard, and then you noticed them. His twin balls.

You took a deep breath as you took him in your mouth, suckling on his head, following your instincts and what he had taught you.

Your hand coming up and cupping his balls, massaging them gently in your hand. You stopped when you felt him go stiff.

Pulling his cock out of your mouth you looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?” as you wiped your spittle and his preejaculate off your mouth.

“No,” he shook his head. It wasn’t often that he was stunned. Not ever really. But you, taking that kind of initiative, to touch him without him asking for you to, did shock him just a little.

He held onto the back of your head, bringing his balls just next to your mouth, against your soft lips, “Suck on them,” he told you.

You suckled at one, working the other one with your hand as he pulled at the roots of your head.

“Fuck! Stop!” he heaved, pulling you away, “I have to save it for your beautiful cunt, my queen,” he told you as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before he pushed you back down on the mattress.

Swiftly entering you, you were still as tight as the night of your wedding, which meant he had to be patient while fucking you, and he tried. He really did. But he was not a patient man. Especially not when you had just put your mouth on him and worked your magic in mere seconds.

He put most of his weight on you as he slowly pushed in and out of you, your face scrunched up in pleasure as you dug your nails into his shoulders.

With your pussy hugging him so well, almost as if it was made for him, as if you were made by the gods just for him.

“What have you done to me?” he rasped, touching his damp forehead to yours. You had weaved some sort of magic on him, making him crazy for you. Now it was hard to tell where he ended and you began.

You pressed a hand against your mouth to stop from giggling or making any sort of noise. Resting your back against the cool surface of the throne. You chose the back of the throne in the court as your place of hiding. Maybe it wasn’t the most strategic ploy but you were playing against a six year old.

Lila Barton had asked to play hide and seek with you. Only to receive a scolding from her nanny--to not bother the queen with such trivial matters.

It was as if you were reliving your childhood. You always felt you were made to grow up and be a lady too fast. With your mother and sisters telling you how important it was to act mature and be a lady, or you wouldn’t be able to marry well. Or marry at all.

So you jumped at the first opportunity to play with the kid. Making her count to twenty before looking for a place to hide. You had to go get your lessons for sewing so you didn’t have a lot of time, you hoped she would find you soon.

“But you’re not even considering it!”

You perked up when you heard the familiar voice, it was Lady Sharon! You had to thank her for all her advice, things had been going great with Steven ever since you listened to her. He had been opening up to you as well, although he was still as voracious in his love making. If anything... he wanted you even more now. Which you didn’t think could even be possible.

But some part of you absolutely loved it. And you knew you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You peaked out to see her, to maybe call her to join you on the floor, hiding behind the large throne. You frowned when you saw that she was holding onto Steven’s arm, looking up at him with a certain desperation in her eyes.

“There is nothing to consider. I’m a married man. It would be adultery – a crime,” he stated.

“Bu – but you promised, you told me you didn’t love her. You said you didn’t have any other choice. I’m not asking you to leave her for me, I know that’s not possible. I’m not a fucking idiot like her.”

You slapped a hand over your mouth again to keep your sobs in, tears streaming down your face as you watched your husband, and his lover, have a lovers quarrel.

You couldn’t hear any more of it. Couldn’t bear it breaking your heart anymore than it already had. You quickly got up, fleeing out of the room by the back entrance - which the servants often used.

“You watch your mouth when you speak of the queen,” he yanked his arm free of her, putting some distance between himself and her, “I didn’t make any promises like that. I told you I intended to be faithful to her even if I didn’t love her.”

He knew it was a mistake to ever get involved with Sharon. He never wanted to be a womanizer. But he had his needs. He didn’t think she would become so obsessed with him. He had broken off their short fling as soon as he became betrothed to you.

He felt responsible for all the rumours about him and her and her ruined reputation. So he had arranged for her to marry his good friend Stark but she had her mind set on him.

“I like the queen. She’s a good friend of mine. I don’t intend to replace her,” she explained. She had no interest in being a queen and having such tedious and boring responsibilities anyway—the power and the status that came along with it just wasn’t worth the hassle. She pitied you and how you just weren’t made for the job.

“But she can’t satisfy you, she can’t give you what you need-- What I can give you,” Being the Kings mistress would probably be better than being a Duchess and marrying some boring old man.

“Won’t you even think about it?”

“No I won’t. And you are to never speak of this again,” he warned her.

“Your grace...” Lydia was completely confused. Standing there with your dress in her hands as you frantically stuffed your clothes in a chest.

She had never seen two people as in love as you and the king. When she first met you, it didn’t seem as if you and Steven would make a good couple. She assumed your marriage would be like any other she had seen. Cold and distant.

Steve had never been smitten with a woman, she always felt there maybe something wrong with him. But he had grown so fond of you in such a short time. Even going as far as asking you to live with him in his chambers. Having the king around often made her duties to you challenging. But she was happy for you.

“I don’t understand. What wrong? Why do you want to leave so suddenly.” Does the king approve of your sudden departure? If not would she get in trouble for it?

“He lied to me,” you sobbed. “I thought--” you let out a hiccup.

“Calm down,” she said as she rubbed your forearms. She wasn’t afraid to touch you in such friendly ways, you weren’t as stuck up as most royals.

You took a deep breath as you tried to explain to your handmaiden why you both had to leave as soon as possible. Before Steven gets back. You’ll move all your things to the room you were supposed to live in and just lock him out of your chambers.

“I would’ve been fine living on my own. Just being a wife and a queen. But he made me believe... that we could be more. That he loved me. It’s not true,” you shook your head. “He lied. He has another lover.”

“Oh,” she let out. She was disappointed on your behalf but not surprised. It would be strange if the king didn’t have any other lovers. “I’m sorry, your grace.”

“I’ll be fine,” you sniffled. “This'll be a good lesson for me. My mother always told me I have my head in the clouds and should live in reality. That’ll teach me to dream.”

It was almost funny for her to watch you babble nonsense, stable boys, princesses and backstabbing friends, take a break to cry your heart out and then resume packing and trying to order all the other servants.

“What’s going on here?”

Everyone stopped moving as soon as they heard the kings voice. He of course looked at the Lydia for an explanation.

“The queen wants us to...”

“I’m moving back to my old chambers,” you briskly walked to him, standing right in front of him, looking him in the eye. He was much taller than you, making you crane your neck to actually get a good look at him, but you still tried to look intimidating and confrontational.

“Why?” he frowned. “Put everything back just as it was,” he ordered everyone.

“No!” you stomped your foot, looking very much like an indignant child who had his toy taken away, than a queen, “Don’t! We’re moving!” But of course nobody would listen to you over Steven. Not just because he was their king, but also because he was much more intimidating than you.

“Stop it!” he reprimanded you. “Whatever troubles you may have, we can sort them out together, but you are not moving back. And that’s the end of that.”

“No! I’m leaving! I’d like to see you try to stop me!” You hmphed. Pushing past him and making way for the door. You didn’t need to take your things with you now, you could just send for them later.

You screamed bloody murder when you felt Stevens arm around your stomach, as he threw you over his shoulder in the blink of an eye, “HELP!!” You yelled at the guards and your maids, who didn’t want to get involved, quickly scurrying out of the room.

“Ring the bell if you need anything, your grace,” Lydia said on her way out to you before she closed the door. It didn’t seem as if the king intended to do any real harm to you so she wasn’t that worried about you.

You kept on hitting his back, thrashing around his hold to break free, “Put me down!”

He threw you on your marital bed, his fingers making quick work of ridding him of his clothes so he could show you how he was just never going to let you go.

“Why do you even care? If I leave or not? You can just call for your lover!”

“My lover?” he frowned as he tried to push your skirts up your legs, which was proving to be a difficult task. Maybe he should’ve asked the maids to undress you before making them leave.

“Do you love her?” you asked, looking up at him and stopping your futile resistance for a few moments, your lips wobbly as you felt your vision blue with tears. You were born a princess, living a relatively sheltered life, never knowing pain so unbearable. As if you would never recover from this, you would never be the same.

You would never believe in love again.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about, petal,” he said, getting frustrated with all the buttons and ties on your dress and ripping your skirt apart. Which he regretted, just a little because you started crying again.

“No! I like this dress.”

“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you a hundred more.” He said as he hovered over you, diving in to kiss your beautiful lips and make you stop saying such preposterous things.

You sniffled as you tried to push him away, making him gather your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head.

“Stop it,” he told you. “When will you understand that you belong to me now? If I say you have to live with me, here, then that’s what you’ll do.”

“I’m not your slave,” you retorted as you tried to wiggle your hands out of his grip.

“Stop listening to rumors! There are plenty going around. I do not have a lover.”

“No. I saw it with my own eyes. You and Lady Sharon. Just this afternoon.”

“What did you see?”

“I... she said she was your lover...?” You tried to think of what exactly had been said between them. But you couldn’t remember. You were blinded by your fury and your sorrow.

“We used to be lovers, before you and I ever met, but not anymore. I could never think of another, I could never love anyone else,” he said softly as he touched your cheek with his other hand, “You want to know why?”

“Why?” you pouted, feeling a little stupid now.

“Because you’ve ruined me, my queen. You’ve made me a lovesick fool. I could never love anyone else the way I love you. Do you want to know how much I love you?” he asked as you meekly nodded.

Pulling his cock out of breaches, he pushed your skirts up, exposing your thighs to him, he rubbed his cock along the slick of your pussy.

“Did fighting with me make you wet, my queen?” he asked, making you avert your gaze.

“I...” it was the way he had simply thrown you around, how he just wouldn’t let you leave, “Maybe...”

“Hm, don’t start picking fights with me for no reason though. My poor heart won’t be able to bear it,” he cooed as he kissed your cheeks, wet from your tears. “You look beautiful when you cry, love, but I only want you crying when I’m fucking you, you understand?”

“Yes...”

He pushed inside you, you were tighter than usual, it was difficult to even properly enter you. The pain of it of course made you cry again. You sobbed into the crook of his neck as he shushed you.

“You feel my love, darling,” he asked as he was buried to the hilt inside you, “I’ll give you a child soon enough. Then you’ll have a living breathing proof of it,” he whispered in your ear as he started steadily moving, making sure that he won’t hurt you.

“I wish... I was your one and only... like you are mine,” you sniffled as you held on to him, soon it is wasn’t hurting as much, it was a little uncomfortable but you could bear through it.

“You are my one and only. You’re the only woman I have ever loved. Do you love me, petal?”

He looked down at you, wanting you to say it. He needed you to love him, for you to say it to him, he needed to know you weren’t here just because you were scared of him.

“I love you, Steve,” you sniffled, rubbing your runny nose with the back of your hand.

He smiled at you, his hand trailing down both your bodies as he twisted your pearl between his fingers.

“It’s okay... it’s okay...” He kept telling you as you screamed at the top of your lungs, your climax making your mind and your vision fuzzy.

“I’m going to fill you up, petal,” he told you as he finished inside you, staying inside you for a long while after he was done just to make sure you knew how he belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him.

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