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rea-grimm · 5 months

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Hello I may I request cute male reader x red hair pirates that joins the crew. And the red hair pirates found out that reader is royal. Thats a runaway You may be free to write however you like it. Remember you don't have to acppect my request

Anyways have a good day thank you 💕💕

Hi there, I hope you have a fantastic day ❤️ I like this idea and I have plans for the future to write something similar with different characters too.

Hope you like this ❤️

Royal Reader x Red Hair Pirates

You came from the royal family. You were the only heir to the throne in a small kingdom. Your family was full of tyrants and thugs who had no regard for their subjects. For them, these represented only things without which the kingdom would not exist. You had the impression that they were more like slaves to your family.

You wanted nothing to do with it. You knew that you would only be a slave to those around you who would only try to use you for their selfish purposes.

That's why you decided to run away somewhere far away, where your family will never find you. You wanted freedom and most of all away from that cursed island.

You ran from island to island, but nowhere was you safe. You had to be on your toes all the time because you were constantly being followed by guards and bounty hunters.

You were walking through the harbour when you noticed a pirate ship boarding and preparing to set sail. You walked over to them and tried to ask the red-headed captain if he could take you aboard to the next island. Shanks listened to you but then rejected you. After all, they were pirates and the sea was dangerous for someone like you.

You tried to change tactics and offered him money. That's what the pirates wanted, right? Money and Belly? Shanks explained to you that it wasn't just about the money. He was under the impression that the Grand Line was too dangerous for you. When he turned you down, he continued to help others with boarding.

Disappointed, you left to find another way off the island. As soon as you left the port, you noticed the marines pointing at you before heading in your direction. You didn't like this and ran away.

You passed the red-haired pirates in the process, you almost knocked Shanks over, but you kept running anyway. Everyone was looking behind you to see what was going on when the marines passed them by. Nobody paid attention to the fact that they were pirates. Everyone was chasing you.

You found yourself in a trap. The marines cornered you and you had nowhere to run. Plus there were too many to fight your way through.

Luckily for you, you were saved by Shanks along with other members of his crew. Compared to the marines, they looked like a bunch of scary monsters, but to you, they were a lifesaver.

After your rescue, they took you to the ship. There you told them your story. However, you left out the essential part about your origin. You wanted nothing to do with your family.

All you said was that you were on the run and that the kingdom you escaped from punished these things very severely. Shanks finally agreed to take you with him to the next island.

You kind of stuck with the crew during the cruise and everyone liked you. Therefore, it was not surprising that they then offered you to join them. You were incredibly grateful for this opportunity and felt safe with them.

You have reached a new island, where you have decided to stay for a while and replenish supplies.

You used the opportunity to explore the surroundings and the city. However, you soon changed this decision, as your anted poster appeared at every step. Your wanted poster appeared on every corner. The only difference between your poster and the others was that they wanted you alive.

As the city was littered with your posters, you became nervous. You were constantly looking over your shoulder, worried that someone would recognise you.

Instead, you decided to return to the ship. You didn't expect to find your poster on the bulletin board opposite the ship.

It made you sick. You tore the poster off the wall and crumpled it up. You wanted to burn it to dust or throw it somewhere far away, but instead, you put it in your pocket.

"Are you okay?" Benn asked you completely startling you. You didn't expect him to be so close at all.

You nodded your head in agreement and then unconvincingly added that you were fine. Benn patted you on the shoulder and told you not to overestimate your strength and if anything they were here for you.

You thanked him before returning to your cabin where you thought it over. You liked the redheaded pirates and in that short time, they became your family. That's why you decided to confide in them the truth about your origins and who you were.

That evening you found them on the beach sharing a campfire and drinking. You wanted to tell Shanks first since he was the captain. Next to him, however, were his most faithful, such as Benn, Yasopp and Lucky Roux.

You showed them the reward poster and told them your story. You told them that you were the heir to the throne, but that your family were just turkey monsters who only wanted power and money.

It was quite a shock for them at first because you were a royal and all that. Like they suspected you, but they didn't expect this.

Despite all this, it was nothing important to them. You were officially part of their crew and they all promised to protect you. It didn't matter if you were royal blood, an imp, or whatever. You belonged to them.

Since then, you've also met here and there with the nickname Your Majesty, Your Highness and the like. That's what they called you when they teased you. And especially Shanks. When he got drunk, you were his highness to him. He liked to call you that when he cuddled you.

He even told you once that he meant it sincerely. To him, you were the height of his heart.

#one piece #one piece x reader #shanks x reader #red haired pirates #shanks #Monster Piece

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 7 months

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🗡️ Something Dread, Something Red Masterlist

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Overall Warnings: Forced Arranged Marriage, Domestic Violence, Runaway Bride, Violence, Explicit Language, Explicit Material (Unprotected Sex is a No No), Miscarriage (Reader is Unaware Until Event).

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

(Current) Total Word Count: ~41.8k

Legend:

❗ = Explicit Sexual Material

🩸 = Blood

🗡️ Chapter One

🗡️ Chapter Two 🩸

🗡️ Chapter Three

🗡️ Chapter Four 🩸

🗡️ Chapter Five

🗡️ Chapter Six

🗡️ Chapter Seven

🗡️ Chapter Eight

🗡️ Chapter Nine

🗡️ Chapter Ten

🗡️ Chapter Eleven

🗡️ Chapter Twelve

🗡️ Chapter Thirteen

🗡️ Chapter Fourteen

🗡️ Chapter Fifteen

🗡️ Chapter Sixteen

🗡️ Chapter Seventeen

🗡️ Chapter Eighteen

🗡️ Chapter Nineteen

🗡️ Chapter Twenty

🗡️ Chapter Twenty-One

🗡️ Chapter Twenty-Two

🗡️ Chapter Twenty-Three

🗡️ Chapter Twenty-Four

🗡️ Chapter Twenty-Five

🗡️ Chapter Twenty-Six

🗡️ Bonus Chapter UNNAMED!

Date Published: 11/13/23

Date Completed: NOT YET COMPLETED

Last Edit: 3/18/24

"Red Haired" Shanks

#one piece #one piece shanks #shanks x y/n #shanks x you #shanks x reader #red haired shanks

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mayuichi · 4 months

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how do you think Tighnari would deal with a crush where he walks in on this conversation? Collei says to crush “Oh please don’t think too harshly of Tighnari. I know he sounds harsh. He actually is very nice”. And crush looks so puzzled, “what? He was being harsh with me? I think he’s sweet”?

First I'm really sorry I took forever to answer you! Sickness kicks in for the past two weeks and I literally have no strength at all! But today's the day I'm going to answer it the way I think it'd be!

I hope you'll be happy and satisfied with how I made it And thank you for the little scenario you made me have about it~

In the peaceful scenery of the forest, your best friend passionatelly talks of her studies. You know Collei for a long time now, and you're well aware that she isn't the type to have lots of days off... So when she asks if you want to hangout, how could you refuse?

You don't know as much of the Avidiya Forest as her, your knowledge on it is only about what you've heard through your friends, or when you'd get scolded by the Chief Officier himself.

Sitting in between the trees, her voice trails off, and she turns to look at you. “By the way...„ your head snaps up at her worried tone. “I know Tighnari can become somehow a tyrant when it comes to the forest but...„

You stare. Tighnari, a tyrant? It's true you aren't too close of him, but it isn't because you think badly of him. On the opposite! You find it endearing and amazing that some people are willing to take care of nature. You just don't need to see him everyday.

But when he comes by the city, he always makes a detour to come visit you. He enjoys your talks, and so do you. How could you not anyway? He brings you some sweet flowers when he stops by, and if he forgets, he apologises.

“A... tyrant?„ you question quietly, a silent chuckle escaping you. “I-.. I mean! The other day, I saw him scolding you pretty badly! I don't want you to think he enjoys doing so! He just cares both about the forest and the people!„ she corrects herself.

It's true. You came around last week and, unfortunately for you, you've done such a silly mistake! And that under the very eyes of the fennec boy. It didn't took many seconds before he helped you and took the occasion to scold your stupid behavior.

“And... That was supposed to be bad? I found it... Nice of him. I never saw him as harsh.„ you reassure her. She sighs in relief and leans closer to you. She's an idiot to think you'd see Tighnari poorly, isn't she? But you won't mention it. Instead, you let her rest her head against you and appreciate the moment.

But little do you know...

The little fennec fox man is on patrol, and overheard the conversation you just had. His cheeks flashed pink and his ears flattened on his head. Did he heard this right? Poor baby has always been anxious you'd think his duty as a Forest Watcher aren't separated from who he truly is!

He's fast to make a runaway from the crime scene, though. If you or Collei would see he eavedropped on you, he'd be dead on the spot! He reaches his tent rapidly, deciding he'd just fill some reports instead.

So when a few hours later, he hears yours and Collei's laughters ringing in his ears, he stands up to sneak to his door and watch you. Collei's about to depart and call it a day. And you'd do the same... If he would've not called for your attention.

“So... You like my scolding?„ he teases. How could he not? If he doesn't, he'll just stutter and be incapable to say a thing. But now, you're the one stuttering.

Rolling your eyes to try and ignore his words, you scoff. “As if! I just know you don't do it because you enjoy it.„ you deny, even if a part of you has to admit... You like his scolding. And he could see right through you. “Wait! How do you even know that?! Did you listened to us?!„

His eyes widen, forgetting about that fact. He clears his throat and gazes away. Now, your cheek took a pink tint, just like his. “... If you don't say I did, I won't mention to anyone you like my scolding.„

Hesitantly locking your eyes with his, a silence takes place until you take a few steps back. “I keep your secret, you keep mine... And that's a deal. Now I'll, erhh.. get going!„

You don't even let him answer you and flee. You've never felt so embarrassed before, but something in it made it so nice. You're eager for it to happen again.

Both of you have a crush on one another, and you know it. But he loves that cat and mouse play way too much, just like you, to be the one to confess first.

/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ mayuichi's property. do not repost, copy or translate without permission.

#/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ's writing #/ᐠ - ˕ •マ Ⳋ's answers #genshin impact #genshin #genshin tighnari #genshin impact tighnari #tighnari #tighnari x reader #genshin tighnari x reader #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

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evilphrog · 1 year

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ULTIMATE WINNER: Havelock Vetinari prefers reading sheet music, because instruments are disgusting and people keep playing them WRONG!

Here we have it, Discworld folks! The official tournament to decide Vetinari's weirdest moment in the series! Thanks to everyone who submitted options! There were so many good options to choose from, it was hard to pick just 16. I tried to pair up similar moments, so the left side is his personal life, and the right side is his choices as a leader.

FINAL ROUND:

Prefers reading sheet music instead of listening to it VS allied with the rats in a revolution against the snakes and scorpions

ROUND 3: SEMIFINALS

Locking Leonardo Da VInci in his attioc to be his therapist/best friend vs Prefers reading sheet music to listening to it WINNER: Prefers reading sheet music

While locked in his own dungeon, led the rats in a revolution against the snakes and scorpions vs Actively participates in plots to overthrow himself WINNER: Rat revolution

ROUND 2: QUARTERFINALS

His nemesis is the crossword lady vs Locked Leonardo Da Vinci in his attic to be his therapist/best friend WINNER: Leonardo Da Vinci

Spent hours learning to hold still vs Prefers reading sheet music to listening to it WINNER Reading sheet music

Intentionally consumed arsenic vs While locked in his own dungeon, led the rats in a revolution against the snakes and scorpions WINNER: Rat revolution

Insisted on being handcuffed during his arrest; was upset he wasn't shackled vs Actively participates in plots to overthrow himself WINNER: Participates in plots to overthrow himself

Round 1

Personal life:

Irrational and extreme hatred of mimes vs His nemesis is the crossword lady WINNER: crossword lady

Locked Leonardo Da Vinci in his attic to be his therapist/best friend vs Plays long distance board games by sending his moves in the mail WINNER: Leonardo Da Vinci

Spent hours learning to hold still vs Was almost crushed by a runaway mine cart; only reacted with a raised eyebrow WINNER: Learning to hold still

Prefers reading sheet music to listening to it vs Solves Sudoku puzzles in 17 seconds WINNER: Reading sheet music

Professional life:

5. Intentionally consumed arsenic vs Juggled knives perfectly on the first try WINNER: Intentionally consumed arsenic

6. First act as tyrant was unionizing sex workers and beggars vs While locked in his own dungeon, led the rats in a revolution against the snakes and scorpions WINNER: rat revolution

7. Insisted on being handcuffed during his arrest; was upset he wasn't shackled vs Left an axe embedded in the council table as a "conversation piece" WINNER: handcuffs

8. Actively participates in plots to overthrow himself vs Killed the former patrician by saying "Boo." WINNER: participates in plots to overthrow himself

(Post will link to polls as they are created)

#havelock vetinari #lord vetinari #discworld #vetinari weird bracket

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memecucker · 5 months

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i think the funniest thing about trolley memes is how people dont even realize people have been making parodies of the trolley problem since 1988

Consider the following case:

A brain in a vat on Twin Earth is at the wheel of a runaway trolley. There are only two options that the brain can take: the right side of the fork in the track or the left side of the fork. There is no way in sight of derailing or stopping the trolley and the brain is aware of this, for the brain knows trolleys. The brain is causally hooked up to the trolley such that the brain can determine the course which the trolley will take.

On the right side of the track there is a single railroad worker, Jones, who will definitely be killed if the brain steers the trolley to the right. If the railman on the right lives, he will go on to kill five men for the sake of killing them, but in doing so will inadvertently save the lives of thirty orphans (one of the five men he will kill is planning to destroy a bridge that the orphan's bus will be crossing later that night). One of the orphans that will be killed would have grown up to become a tyrant who would make good utilitarian men do bad things. Another of the orphans would grow up to become G.E.M. Anscombe, while a third would invent the pop-top can.

If the brain in the vat chooses the left side of the track, the trolley will definitely hit and kill a railman on the left side of the track, "Leftie" and will hit and destroy ten beating hearts on the track that could (and would) have been transplanted into ten patients in the local hospital that will die without donor hearts. These are the only hearts available, and the brain is aware of this, for the brain knows hearts. If the railman on the left side of the track lives, he too will kill five men, in fact the same five that the railman on the right would kill. However, "Leftie" will kill the five as an unintended consequence of saving ten men: he will inadvertently kill the five men rushing the ten hearts to the local hospital for transplantation. A further result of "Leftie's" act would be that the busload of orphans will be spared. Among the five men killed by "Leftie" are both the man responsible for putting the brain at the controls of the trolley, and the author of this example. If the ten hearts and "Leftie" are killed by the trolley, the ten prospective heart-transplant patients will die and their kidneys will be used to save the lives of twenty kidney-transplant patients, one of whom will grow up to cure cancer, and one of whom will grow up to be Hitler. There are other kidneys and dialysis machines available, however the brain does not know kidneys, and this is not a factor.

Assume that the brain's choice, whatever it turns out to be, will serve as an example to other brains-in-vats and so the effects of his decision will be amplified. Also assume that if the brain chooses the right side of the fork, an unjust war free of war crimes will ensue, while if the brain chooses the left fork, a just war fraught with war crimes will result. Furthermore, there is an intermittently active Cartesian demon deceiving the brain in such a manner that the brain is never sure if it is being deceived.

QUESTION: What should the brain do?

[ALTERNATIVE EXAMPLE: Same as above, except the brain has had a commisurotomy, and the left half of the brain is a consequentialist and the right side is an absolutist.]

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boredflautist · 24 days

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pov: you're in a fantasy novel

Scarborough Fair / Canticle - Simon & Garfunkel

Take Me to Church - Hozier

Téir Abhaile Riu - Celtic Woman

Daylight - David Kushner

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

War of Hearts - Ruelle

Achilles Come Down - Gang of Youths

Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos

Misty Mountains - Richard Armitage

Pierre - Ryn Weaver

Young and Beautiful - Lana Del Ray

Fairytale - Alexander Rybak

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - Lorde

Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High? - Arctic Monkeys

Persephone - Tamino

Willow - Taylor Swift

My Mother Told Me - NATI., Cullen Vance, Johnny Stewart

Kingdom Dance - Alan Menken

Drink Up Me Hearties Yo Ho - Hans Zimmer

Love Story - Indila

Experience - Ludovico Einaudi

Like Real People Do - Hozier

Bloom - The Paper Kites

Runaway - AURORA

The Shire - Howard Shore

Concerning Hobbits - Howard Shore

Dear Wormwood - The Oh Hellos

Would That I - Hozier

Thus Always To Tyrants - The Oh Hellos

Dynasty - MIIA

I'm Yours - Isabel LaRosa

Daylight - Cinematic - David Kushner

Any I missed?

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aquatic-batt · 1 year

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did a test doodle of Annette (she/her) for furry Friday bc I don’t quite know how I wanna draw her yet…

#just a lil test #ALSO there’s something else I wanna draw for today but I have work to do so. might end up posting it tomorrow #pirates #Annette Anderson #Jutlin’s characters #furry Friday #the runaway tyrant #wing prints #rabbits

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morgana-ren · 8 months

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I can explain I think. I’m new to it to, I think it’s more of a possession but not in a romantic way. Astarion for example will want his daughter or son to be by his side, stay in his kingdom where it is safe and not travel like he and his wife did. Or if they do runaway he will move the skies to get them back and absolute forbid if they fall in love. Considering his own trauma with “love” he might rip their kids S/O to pieces. Even if the child is getting to be an adult he will want to control them. “Stay in here where it is safe……don’t make me repeat myself”

Ah, yes, the helicopter parent.

I think a lot of that depends on previously made choices. Say, for instance, he didn't ascend. I think he'd be far more reasonable and a much more traditional parent than if he did.

When he doesn't ascend, he grows, both as a man and a person. He is forced to face down his trauma after the catharsis of killing Cazador and is left with nothing but the raw pain of it all. He is forced to work through it rather than allowing it to haunt him for the rest of his days.

He knows better than anyone what a lack of freedom and agency can do, and I'd like to think that while he loves his children and would move the heavens and Toril to see them kept safe, he knows he cannot protect them from their own rampant curiosities. They'll have to go off into the world at some point, and while he will always be there to love them, he cannot always protect them.

Acended Astarion, on the other hand--

That one busies himself with raw hunger for power and essentially masterfully dodges any form of growth at all.

He very much does become the tyrant in his own home. While it might stem from a place of love and care, it often breeds resentment and secret-keeping. You know how kids are. They don't like to be told what to do.

His children don't want to live in his shadow forever. They don't want to be confined to the palace because it 'isn't safe' in the outside world. Their father and mother were able to go out and have their own adventures-- so why can't they?

One way or another, Astarion will learn his children are a little too much like him. Slippery little bastards who get rather good at slipping their proverbial chains.

I think in both scenarios, he's extraordinarily protective over his little family, but in one, he's reasonable. He'll keep an eye on them from afar but let them have the freedom to live their own lives.

In the other, he's... less so. Far more controlling to the point of causing problems.

#morgana and friends #astarion

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alicedrawslesmis · 1 year

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ok this chapter of les mis letters (2.2.1. Number 24,601 Becomes Number 9,430) is EXTREMELY important to understand the rest of the novel

les mis is a messy book but I am constantly amazed by how hugo poetically creates these microcosms of the whole novel in very short chapters. Like, I spend a while not reading it but then I get back to it and I see just how circular and how well crafted this novel is despite how messy it is. Contains multitudes etc

ok, what do I mean by this? One: Hugo has a straightforward political message that he wants to convey in his own convoluted and idiosyncratic ways, and every chapter repeats that same message within itself and also as a part of a larger narrative.

So what we just had in the previous book is the fall of a great titan, Napoleon, who represented a sort of french spirit. Hugo tell us his thesis: the 19th century is the end of the age of great men and the rise in community where authority is spread equally. We don't have titans, we have democracies. His fall is followed in text by the fall of M. Madeleine, a popular man who was the "soul" of this small town, a titan of industry, who - being toppled - took with him the prostperity of the town. It continues his message of 'a great patriarch is no solution to collective suffering'. M sur M's prosperity died when the one guy who was holding it together went away

(I also think that the runaway cart scene is a demonstration of that too. JVJ can't lift the cart by himself, but in risking his life the rest of the onlookers rushed to help and saved Fauchelevent. The same principle)

In a way JVJ's rise to a position of mayor mirrors Napoleon's rise to power propped up by a massive wave of popular outcry even a little bit despite himself. He wasn't aiming for it, but he got there and he made himself emperor (nowadays we don't really have that but we need to understand that the whole concept of king/emperor was understood by most people to be a human manifestation of the body politico. This is illustrated very clearly by the cover for Thomas Hobbes's Leviathan, where the population becomes the body of the king:

Hobbes codified the idea of the social contract and of absolute monarchies)

But also, unrelated to this chapter specifically: I believe Hugo is directly refuting Hobbes when he claims that the collective spirit of the people of France is not in the shape of a king or of a tyrant, but of a lion. It's not in a single man that we confine authority and power but in the collective. And so the man in this equation is superfluous. No need for a great man anymore!

Anyway, in conclusion: I would describe les mis as a big spiral where the narrative keeps circling itself to form a larger picture that still reflects the same shape. And I always forget that, but then I come back to the book and I'm smacked in the face by that again.

(if you've never read les mis, the newspaper articles in this chapter are also a surprise tool that will help us later)

#les mis letters #long post

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onlyheretocausechaos · 1 year

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ACCIDENTAL GOD: CHAPTER ONE

Pairing: OT8 Ateez x Reader Fantasy AU

Synopsis: You get summoned into a fantasy world by a group of runaway misfits, (who strangely look like your favorite idols) who claim you to be an ancient forgotten War God, and they need your help to survive while being hunted down by a tyrant King.

Warnings: Heavy Religious themes, member x member, eventual smut, slow burn, gore, death, language, torture, angst, fighting, magic, mentions of past abuse, rituals, blood rituals, some obsessive behavior

Let me know if i missed anything! More warnings will be added as the story goes.

A/N: Finally, here is the first chapter! And don’t worry, reader is introduced in the next chapter! Sorry for any weird formatting, idk how to write lmao. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Please be sure to read the Prologue, it’s short but it’s important!

Masterlist, Prologue, Chapter Two,

Seonghwa’s entire body hurt. He couldn’t seem to remember what happened, where was he? Why did he hurt? Why did he feel like he couldn’t breathe? There was something heavy on his chest, and it wasn’t until he opened his eyes and looked did he realize. There was someone-no, Hongjoon was laying on top of him, seemingly unconscious, he could recognize that ash blond mullet anywhere. Gently, he tried to push Hongjoon off of him and to the side to be able to get up, but slightly winced as his own body protested at the exertion. Once Seonghwa knew Hongjoon wasn’t lying uncomfortably, he sat up on his hands and began to take in their surroundings.

The first thing he noticed was the fact they were in a deep crack in the earth, vines clinging to the steep walls and trees hung over the edges overhead. The next was how dirty and wet he was, along with Hongjoon. Both of their clothes were torn and caked in mud and leaves. Seonghwa tried his best to rack his brain for information on how both him and Hongjoon ended up here, and without any sign of his other clan members nonetheless.

Seonghwa knew He was helping Hongjoon draw a map of the castle grounds to go along with the already drawn areas of the town surrounding the castle earlier, when he heard Mingi’s voice yelling from the woods. He couldn’t see him yet, but knew Mingi was running towards their camp. He was alerting everyone of the guards that were surrounding them and before Seonghwa knew it, Hongjoon was barking orders that they grab what they could and run. Seonghwa helped the captain put away the map and shove it along with some other important documents and books they had into a leather bag, before Hongjoon slung it over his shoulder. The others doing similar things as they prepared to take off. Seonghwa made sure to stuff the dagger he had stolen, his Father’s dagger, into his boot before Hongjoon grabbed his hand and forcibly pulled him along, the rest of the clan members quickly following suit.

He knew they had run into an opening where the king’s guards, who had just arrived at their camp as they were leaving, weren’t covering. But he didn’t know the direction they were headed. The ATEEZ clan hadn’t settled in this forest for very long, a week at most, and hadn’t had a chance to fully explore their surroundings other than right around camp. Basically, none of them had any idea where they were going, and they were fucked.

The guards were hot on their trails as they all ran, Hongjoon was still holding Seonghwa’s hand. Seonghwa didn’t know how long they had run for, but his body was about ready to give out when he noticed Hongjoon lagging behind him. He did his best to tug him along, trying to lose the guards in the dense forest, but as Seonghwa passed through another bush it wasn’t until it was too late to stop did he notice the steep drop right in front of him. As the ground disappeared underneath him, Seonghwa whipped his head around to meet Hongjoon’s fear-filled eyes. Seonghwa knew, as some sort of adrenaline filled fast thinking, that even if he had let go of Hongjoon’s hand he would fall too. So he tugged Hongjoon into his chest with as much force as he could muster and wrapped his arms around him. One around his waist and one on the back of his head to protect it. He didn’t let go as they fell, not until he hit the ground and everything went black. Right, So that’s how they got here. However, Seonghwa still had questions. Where was the rest of the clan? Are they safe? Captured? How do he and Hongjoon get out of here? What do we do next?

A groan from his right snapped Seonghwa from his thoughts, Hongjoon was awake. Sitting up, he looked around and saw Seonghwa before he spoke.

“What happened? I feel awful… Where are we?”

“It seems we are in a ravine somewhere in the forest. We fell as we were running away from the guards that invaded our camp.” Seonghwa spoke as he stood up. The pain from the fall was bearable now, but still throbbing underneath his skin. He held out his hand to help Hongjoon stand.

As Hongjoon wobbily stood, he groaned, his body also aching. He still had questions.

“What about the others? How do we get out of here? How long have we been here, actually?”

Hongjoon shot questions at Seonghwa once again, but these he had no answer to.

“I’m not sure, I woke up not too long before you, and I can’t see the sun from here so I couldn’t tell you the time.”

Seonghwa craned his neck upwards to see the top of the ravine again. The sun was still shining brightly through the trees and vines overhead. It had been early morning when they were attacked, the sun just fully risen over the horizon, so it must’ve been a few hours at least.

“Let's just focus on getting out of here first, Hongjoon. Then we can see if we can find any of the others.”

Seonghwa didn’t want to say ‘Find their bodies’ but he was afraid that was most likely the truth. That, or they are currently being tortured at the castle for information, or simply for the enjoyment of the King. Seonghwa’s stomach turned at the thought. His father- no, the King. That man was no father, maybe not even human. He was a sick man, and Seonghwa resented the fact that they are kin in any way. He shook his head to rid of those thoughts. Stay focused, they are alive, they have to be. You must survive to help them, and you can’t do that stuck where you are.

The both of them began walking towards one end of the ravine, the other close enough to see it was too steep to climb.

“Hongjoon,” Seonghwa called, the man in question humming in response, “ Did you help with the fall?”

“What do you mean?”

“We shouldn’t have survived the drop from that height, did you do something?”

“Ah yes, I did. I remembered I threw up a protective barrier at the last second before we hit the ground. That is most likely the reason we aren’t dead, though the guards from before seem to think we are.”

“What makes you say that?”

“They haven't come to retrieve your body as proof yet.”

Right, of course the king would need proof of the prince's death. It made sense since Seonghwa has quite the bounty on his head, as do the rest of his clan members. Treason (and many other crimes) were written on the wanted posters across the town whenever they had snuck in to steal supplies. It was not a pleasant sight to see, and it was a big reality check for them all as to what they had gotten themselves into.

Seonghwa realized they had made it to the end of the ravine now. It wasn’t very long, surprisingly, as it was a good width. This end they could climb, while the slope was still steep, there were various small trees and rocks they could grapple onto to climb up, and so they did.

No words were exchanged as they climbed, just small grunts and pants escaping their mouths. Once they made it to the top, they stood there for a second to rest. Hongjoon looked at Seonghwa before he spoke up.

“Do you think it’s safe to try and grab anything left from camp?” Seonghwa only shrugged. It was a risk, but one they were going to have to take. They had virtually nothing on them besides the bag of documents still over Hongjoon’s shoulder, the clan wasn’t supposed to split up and in their rush they didn’t grab anything in case they did. Perhaps if one of the other clan members got away, they would have the same idea to head there. It was the only familiar territory any of them knew in these woods.

They began to head towards their camp, following the trail they had sprinted down and passing broken tree limbs and rushed footprints along the way. Yet, no sight of blood, which is both good and bad. It means that their clan members weren't hurt on the trail, but it also means none of the guards were either. Seonghwa hopes that at least some of the others got away. After about 2 hours or so, both Him and Hongjoon came across a small waterfall, leading into a pond. They stopped to rest, refilling the waterskins that hung off of each of their hips, and attempting to wash off some of the dirt still stuck to their skin. A tense silence hung over the both of them. The thought of their clan members, their new family, possibly dead or worse stuck in their minds. Hongjoon had just sat down near the edge of the water as Seonghwa was still cleaning up, when they both heard a ‘snap’.

Both heads whipped impossibly fast towards the noise coming from behind them, on high alert. Two figures began to walk out of the trees towards them, one tall, one shorter. As Seonghwa began to grab his dagger out of his boot, the figure's faces came into view. Air felt like it was sucked out of his lungs, his heart beating rapidly in his chest. Hongjoon was the first to move, sprinting towards them.

“San! Wooyoung!”

He crashed into the other two clan members with force, nearly knocking them both down as Hongjoon wrapped them in a bear hug. Seonghwa was quick to follow suit.

“You're alive! You’re- How did you get away? Have you seen any of the others? I’m so glad you are both safe!” Hongjoon rushed out the words, pure relief lacing his tone as he pulled back. Smiles graced everyone’s features.

“You guys are okay! And no, we haven’t seen anyone else. Both me and Wooyoung managed to slip away after we lost sight of you both. I’m not sure if any of the others did so as well.” San seemed on the verge of tears as he spoke, Both happy and worried tears. The healer cares so much for his clan, not knowing what happened to them all was tearing his heart apart.

“What happened to you guys?” Wooyoung piped up now, looking both Hongjoon and Seonghwa up and down, taking in their tattered and dirty attire.

“ We were chased off into a ravine, it was not an easy fall.” Seonghwa finally spoke. They had all pulled away from the group hug but still stayed close, not wanting to be too far from each other now that they were together again. Wooyoung’s mouth parted into an ‘o’ in understanding as San spoke up once more.

“So what do we do now? The other members have most definitely been taken by the guards back to the castle. How are we supposed to get them back? We don’t even know which way to camp is! Night is falling soon as well and I’m sure there are still guards lurking to find the rest of us. We saw them on the way here.” Worry pulled at his features, and all Hongjoon wanted to do was make him smile again, to make everything better again.

He didn’t know what to do, it was near impossible to sneak into the town surrounding the castle without being recognized anymore, forget trying to sneak into the castle. If they ran into anyone they would more than likely lose that fight and end up killed. They needed help from an outside source, but who would help them? Who could they trust? He was silent before Hongjoon spoke again, a frown on his lips.

“We can’t break them out alone, that’s for sure. We need to find someone that can help us, but who? Do any of you know someone? Or have any ideas?” It was silent once more as everyone tried to think. They were desperate.

“What about your magic Joong? Could we do something with that? Summon a minion or something to help us?” Wooyoung threw out the idea, a stupid idea better than none in his mind.

“No, my magic isn’t powerful enough to summon someone to help, and would be no use against the Royal Sorcerers. They have wards up near the castle so no one can use magic around it. Besides, to perform such a powerful ritual like that to summon something would require certain spell books to work, ones we don’t have.” Hongjoon responded. Not even the old spell books and grimoires stored in his magic shop had information on how to do that. Such powerful things were outlawed to the public, only Royalty and those allowed by royalty could access things like that.

“Wait,” A lightbulb seemed to go off above Seonghwa’s head. He turned and rummaged through the bag over Hongjoon’s shoulder before pulling out a large book. It had a dark brown leather cover with red gemstones decorating it, and unknown language written on the front.

“We might be able to do that! This is a grimoire I had stolen out of the library back at the castle before I fled. I meant to give it to Hongjoon but with everything that has happened, it slipped my mind. Here.” Seonghwa handed the book to Hongjoon. The latter excitedly began to flip through it.

“Seonghwa, Do you even know what you grabbed? This book has so many forgotten and outlawed spells and rituals! It’s most likely one of a kind!” Hongjoon plopped down onto the ground where he stood, still flipping through before stopping on a page, Something must've caught his eye. They all looked over Hongjoons shoulder, now crouching around him to get a better look. Different images and graphs lined this page, along with a lot of writing in seemingly the same language on the cover. Hongjoon was quiet now, intensely focusing on this specific page.

“Can you really read all that?” Wooyoung commented, it seems Hongjoon ignored him as he looked up at Seonghwa with an astonished face.

“We can summon a God. A long forgotten and Powerful God. Do you know what this means? We can get the others out! We can be protected!” A look of disbelief coated Hongjoon’s face.

Dumbstruck looks seemed to cross everyone’s faces. A god? Was that even possible? Confused murmurs left the others mouths. Hongjoon looked back down at the book before speaking.

“It’s extremely dangerous, and I’m not even sure it’ll work, but I think it’s our only chance at saving the others. This page details the ritual to summon Omen, a god of war and wrath, among other things but that is what they were most known for.”

This time San spoke up. “Almost no one worships them anymore, right? They’ve almost faded into obscurity. I remember reading a book on them. Are we sure we want them? They could easily kill us the moment we call for them! Are they even real?”

Many gods had shrines and temples mortals would go and worship, praying and leaving offerings in exchange for their wishes. But Omen was a god lesser known, having vanished from text and tongue in the day and age they were living in. Summoning a god was completely unheard of, the all powerful beings didn’t often meddle in mortal affairs, only caring for the land or doing small favors for offerings. They wouldn’t let some measly mortal have any power over them and messing in mortal wars was definitely something they didn’t do either. Why would a War god want to help them?

“It’s our only shot, San. What else can we do? Leave the others to be slowly tortured to death as we continue to run like a bunch of cowards?” Hongjoon’s words were sharp, slicing at the feelings of the others. He didn’t want to be mean, but it was the cold hard truth. They couldn’t keep running like this, and they could never leave their comrades behind. A long, silent beat passed.

“Fine, so we all agree to do this?” Seonghwa looked at San and Wooyoung for confirmation. He had made up his mind, and he knew Hongjoon wouldn’t budge. They had to get the others back, and if that meant doing something so stupid like trying to summon an ancient god, then so be it. Seonghwa was also tired of running and feeling helpless. He saw San and Wooyoung reluctantly nod. Upon seeing their reactions, Hongjoon stood as determined words left his mouth.

“Alright, let’s get to work.”

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Thenamesh 18+ List

An external masterlist for all the spicy entries from various AUs or canon.

Thenamesh 18+

(this is my primary tag for spice of any kind, varying in degrees of explicitness; this will have plenty of tag crossover, but if it’s tagged 18+, it will be here)

Runaway Bride AU - New // Spy AU - Relief // Receptionist AU - Best Served Cold // Thenamesh 10 Things AU - Young Love // Unwrapping // Ballerina/Boxer AU - Holding Back // Ballerina/Boxer AU - Life Imitates Art // Receptionist AU - Above the Table // Thenamesh 10 Things AU - To Have and To Hold // Runaway Bride AU - Anniversary Night // Worshipping // Receptionist AU - Under the Table // Mermaid AU - Yearning // Doctor AU - On Break // Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU - Lovers’ Quarrel // Ballerina/Boxer AU - Morning Stretching // Doctor AU - Up Close and Personal // Mermaid AU - Feeling pt 2 // Mermaid AU - Expressing pt 1 // Receptionist AU - Free // Tension // Teach Me to Love - Quiet Night In // Memory Lane // Doctor AU - Revisiting // Doctor AU - Interrupted // Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU - Engaged // Teach Me to Love Again // Pokemon AU - 5+1 Interruptions // Spy AU - Eyes Elsewhere // Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU - Frisky // Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU - Tied // Home Turf // Temptation in Babylon // Ballerina/Boxer AU - Locker Room // Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU - Reconciliation // Receptionist AU - Back in the Office // Ballerina/Boxer AU - Dressing Room // Ice Queen/Tyrant King AU - Resolution // Receptionist AU - London // Something Old Something New AU // Zombie AU - Campfire // Survived

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Runaway - Chapter Fourteen.

Wow, besties! You reached that unlock at speed! Something tells me that you’re going to be exactly the same with this chapter, too :D Thanks for your engagement as usual, and I hope you enjoy!

Previous chapters - Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen

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Words - 1,638

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

Ahhh, stories from respective pasts. A fantastic way to get to know someone, and be thoroughly entertained throughout. At that point in the evening, and with the storm showing no signs of abating, they were covering the school years.

“So I ask her again, and she predictably tells me no, but by this point I feel like my fuckin’ bladder is gon’ burst, so I just said to her, ‘fine, you asked for this’, got up, walked over to her plant in the corner, and pissed right in the pot. She starts screaming at me, I calmly told her that she should have just let me go to the bathroom, but at least with my way, she got to see the fact I had a real big dick, so it was a win win scenario.

“The entire class went crazy laughing, she reported me to the principal, but it was only the comment I made about my dick I got in trouble for. Turns out the principal’s wife was a urologist, and so because he knew how bad it was to hold a piss in, she got in deep shit for not allowing kids to go to the bathroom.

“That ain’t even the wildest part of the story, though. I saw her in a bar years later, and gave her hell about what a tyrant she used to be. She just stood there and took it, then said that since I’d grown up to be such a knockout, I should let her make it up to me. I went home with her that night and fucked her until her bed broke.”

Hannah almost choked on her wine. “Oh my god!”

“What?” he laughed, his dirty chuckle filling the room. “She was a bitch, but she was hot!”

“I’d say I can’t believe that you fucked your former teacher, but it’s you after all.” She nudged him with a teasing foot, Manny grabbing her leg and tickling behind her knee, where he knew she couldn’t bear to be touched. “Get off me!” she cried, her giggles sending sparks of happiness through his insides. It had been a while, since he’d been playful like that with a woman.

“Oh and I bet you were nothing short of perfect at school, right?”

She fought against him, kicking his thigh until he finally let go. “I was, actually. About the worst thing I did was let the fire alarm off to get a guy I liked out of a test. He never really noticed me like that before, until I walked past him when we were filed up outside, whispered ‘you’re welcome’, winked and walked away. I’d like to think that was one of my smoother moments in life.”

“And did it work? Not that you should have needed to resort to such, being as gorgeous as you are.”

She nodded, dropping her head for a moment, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Yeah, it worked. We dated for four months before I broke up with him. Me and my poor impulse control struck, the impulse being that the quarterback of the football team asked me out, and I looked at him as a better option.”

Manny leaned forward slightly, arching an eyebrow as he lifted his glass to his lips. “And was he?”

“Nope! I never seem to learn my lesson there. Then again, the last time I acted on impulse, I got something wonderful.” He gestured for her to continue, watching her smile grow. “I got Lola.”

“And you didn’t end up married to an asshole either,” he observed, draining his glass, Hannah hauling herself up to fetch the second bottle from the kitchen. “Anything more there, or is he sticking to his restraining order?”

“I’ve had a few phone calls come through where no one talks, and I know it’s him. I block all the numbers he calls me from just as I always have, but he’s persistent, uses pay phones, I think at one point he was using cheap prepay phones as well. I just have to keep a diary of it, but it’ll be hard to prove it’s him unless he talks. It’s a nuisance, but what can I do?” Sitting down again, she topped up their glasses, setting the bottle down on the table. “I heard through the grapevine that he moved away recently, he’s gone up to northern Cali somewhere, so as long as he isn’t a physical presence in my life, I don’t mind so much.”

“I do,” he stated with vehemence. “I mind him bothering you. If he ever does turn up again, you tell me, okay? Fuck the police, fuck the courts, you come and you tell me. He’ll leave you alone for good.”

Her eyes widened a little. “You wouldn’t...” she made a gun motion against her head, her thumb pulling an imaginary trigger, “would you?”

“No! Don’t be crazy, of course I wouldn’t. But I’d make him believe I would.” That was only half the truth. If he ever physically came near his daughter in a threatening way, Michael would cease to breathe, although that wasn’t a truth Manny was quick to share with her mother. “And I’d probably smack him around a little, just for daring to fuck with someone I care about.”

He couldn’t help but add that, the wine getting to him a little. Anything stronger than beer, and it was essentially like giving him truth serum.

“Manny,” she warned gently, reaching for his arm. “Please, don’t.” It took him a moment to answer, the feel of her hand upon him, her skin on his, even though so innocently placed there making a jolt run straight to the pit of his belly.

He raised his eyebrows, recovering himself. “He’ll be fine, unless he breaks his restraining order. I saw it, when you broke down and revealed it all, just how fucking stressed out the motherfucker had made you. That don’t happen on my watch, Hannah.” Pausing, he leaned forward, reaching for her face, gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Don’t matter how unique it all is, our relationship as parents, what could have been, if the circumstances were different. I meant it when I said I care about you.”

Perhaps he hadn’t recovered himself sufficiently enough, the blue of her eyes like cloudless skies he wished only to sail through, shining through the candlelight. His mouth felt dry, taking another swig of wine, his heart beginning to pound. No. He couldn’t act. He had to shove it down again, but the lure of her. Oh, the lure, his loins burning at the memory of how it felt, when he was with her. Fuck.

In turn, the pull she felt to him was intense, like he’d lassoed her insides, as only an accomplished cowboy could, the rope being wound in with every statement that passed over his lips, every compliment, her foundations feeling shaky in the presence of him. Despite herself, her hand covered his, the light of her gaze meeting the dark of his, both paused, perhaps for too long... or not long enough... the wine clouding them, the memories of one another returning. As if that attraction had ever been far from the surface.

The storm outside swirled with all the potency of what they’d both tried to push down, the sky illuminated as Manny set his glass down, taking hers from her hand, moving up the couch, his hands gripping her knees, opening them enough for his body to slot between them, the boom of thunder rocking the ground as their mouths met.

Any reservations they might have had were swept away as they fell headlong down the rabbit hole, the tempting promise of what they would experience in their own Neverland of blissful sin tugging at them too strongly, dragging them down, until all that was left was them. There was no Carmen, no time between their only night together and then, no reason why not. Only them.

A scattered path of kisses scorched her skin, the firm grip of his hands moving to pull at her vest, Hannah suddenly stopping him.

“I... I look... different.” Her stammered words made him pause, searching her eyes, resting his forehead to hers. “I don’t look as good as I used to, since the baby.”

“Let me be the judge of that.” His kisses landed softer, his haste calmed as he slowly lifted her vest, pulling it from her body, her sweats next to go, Manny sitting back on his heels as he looked down at her, his gaze finding the nerves in her eyes. “This body is beautiful. You know why? It’s the body that grew my child safely for nine months, and if you think just because it’s a tiny bit different to how I remember that it’ll put me off, then you’re crazy. Now, lie back and let me show you just how goddamned beautiful I think you are.”

She’d be lying if she said her confidence had been truly bolstered in the wake of his praise, no matter how lovely his words were, but still, she felt desired enough to pull him back to her, their mouths locked together, undoing his shirt as kisses of sugared embers grew hotter, the feel of his skin on hers torridly enchanting.

“Wait.” Sitting up, he lifted her, Hannah wrapping herself around him. “I need more room than a couch has to really fuckin’ enjoy you, darlin’.”

As soon as the bedroom door closed behind them, so did the chapter of them entitled ‘Two parents trying desperately to convince themselves there was only a child connecting them.’ And lord, the chapter they would write together to follow, only legible until the flames that roared between them threatened to burn each word off the page entirely.

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