#yes half of these are from the earth king no i will not apologize for that

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny laid across his throne, legs planted across the left arm of the ornate chair and back pressed uncomfortably against the right.

"Listen," Danny started, letting his head flop to the side as he glared at a hovering Observant. "This meeting has wasted enough of my time. You all have been arguing for hours and that's without Clockwork slowing things down."

"Your Majesty, this is a matter of great importance. Belial means to overthrow and rule my-our world!"

"I am distinctly aware aware of that," Ancients, Danny couldn't wait to go home and rid himself of the formal speech he'd had to adopt in order to be taken seriously. Well, as seriously as he cared to be taken when sprawled across his throne instead of sitting on it intimidatingly or something. He slowly placed his gaze on the suddenly still demon sitting across from him. "Yet you've proposed fifteen different plans that were all unviable for whatever reasons you've cooked up. Your conclusion is that I must step in. Does your world not have heroes to take care of it?"

The demon- another lord of hell from this Belial’s universe- fell silent.

“Ah. But if they do, they would also take care of you.”

“No- no, that’s not-”

Danny allowed his voice to drop to the artic freeze he knew his core was capable of. "I opened these these doors to allow all of you to present me with reasonable concerns regarding your own universes and realms. What is not on the table for discussion is your petty politics. Do you think I am unaware of your intentions in tattling to me? That I do not know you are trying to use me to further your own position?"

"Your Majesty, I-" The demon growled out, fear slowly coating its expression.

"It no longer amuses me. You think that I am young and easy to manipulate." Danny froze the demon to its chair. It tried to break free, but Danny isn't the High King of the Infinite Realms for nothing. "Bring to me a miserable problem like this ever again, one that could be easily solved if you used even a smidgen of your intelligence, and you will find exactly how I tore Pariah Dark from his throne."

Not that Danny knew how he did it either, he just did it.

"Yes, Your Majesty. My-my apologies."

The room is dead (Danny patted himself on the back for the pun) silent. Some of the Ancients looked bored, like Clockwork who knew Danny would never hurt them, but everyone else looked close to crying. He held eye contact with the demon until it looked away.

When Danny settled back into the throne and allowed his ice to dissipate, the room let out a collective sigh of relief.

"The next item on the agenda is another demon, by the name of Trigon." Clockwork announced, the large piece of paper comically huge next to his currently toddler-like body.

"Another?"

He flicked an amused look at the previous demon, who kept his trap firmly shut.

"He is attempting to take over multiple worlds in an attempt to conquer the universe. I had thought you would be interested in this one, Your Majesty, as he plans to begin with Earth 135."

Danny stilled. That was his Earth. His haunt.

"Does he know of the Realms?"

"Vaguely, I believe."

"Then he should know the rules. I will wait to see if my Earth's heroes are capable to step to the task."

Danny would be a hypocrite if he doesn’t let the heroes of his Earth try first, even if he is one of those heroes.

"Of course," Clockwork grinned at him, fully aware of the shit Danny's about to stir back home. Ah, the wonders of being able to influence the time stream. Perhaps the young Ghost King will finally get some friends, and maybe get those pesky speedsters to stop making his jobs so hard. Cujo yipped at Danny as the King begrudgingly moved onto the next topic.

——

Raven shuddered as she watched the footage of her "brothers" laughing while steering their human "meatbags" around. She turned back to the giant circle of donated blood and herb filled candles.

“This is a nuclear option, don’t you think?” Green Arrow mumbled, clearly not against it by the half hearted way he’d said it. The Star City billionaire nursed his cracked ribs.

“No,” she floated over to where Zatanna and Constantine kneeled, trying to see if they needed help with the inscriptions. “Trigon is coming soon, and my brothers will no doubt find their way here in a moment. We are out of time.”

“Yeah. Plus, we don’t want Raven to be turned into a portal.” Garfield piped up, switching animal forms rapidly.

“No one dies.” Red Robin muttered. His wrist computer was open, monitoring the surroundings of the open field they found themselves uneasily occupying. Batman grunted in affirmation, eyeing the tree line. Every hero except the magical ones were on look out, preparing themselves for one more battle against the two demons that were trying to take Raven and force her into becoming a portal.

“Hey guys, we might want to hurrythisupbecausethey’re kind of close!” Impulse slammed into the room.

“Done.” Zatanna got up, motioning for everyone to step back. In Superman’s case, he floated back.

“Too bad you won’t get to use it,” a voice drawled, dripping with malice and the screams of a thousand souls.

“Come now, little sister. Why fight fate? Be grateful father has deigned to spare you. If not for your dirty blood being useful, you would be dead, little sister. Give up, before our patience runs out alongside the lives of your little pets.” Another, mocking, voice gleefully rumbled.

Raven would rather gouge out her own heart than to claim these two as any type of family.

“You won’t touch them.” Raven snarled, powers rising even as the marks on her body burned a painful red.

“Buy us some time!”

With that, the group of beaten and battered heroes rose to clash against just two demons, for a chance to save their world.

——

The Circle crackled. Danny felt a tug on his core. He followed the thread of the summoning. Oh. It was his haunt. Earth 135. Hm. It tasted of blood. Desperation? A hint of anticipation. Oh, an overload of fear. Could use some more hope, but Danny understood that it was rather hard to season these kinds of summonings with hope.

“Stop.” Danny commanded, straightening in his chair.

“Sire, we have more-”

“There is an issue with my haunt,” with that, he followed the summons.

——

“Ugh,” was the first thing everybody on the frozen battlefield heard. The demons had smacked away many of the heroes, but they all turned as one when the circle lit up a bright green. “Why do you people always use blood? I’m dead, I don’t need any more iron!”

A boy

Raven’s eldest brother let out a hideous rumble. “You fools tried to summon the king, and you got a dead boy. And now, you’ve doomed another.”

Constantine looked resigned, and regretful. “I am so, so sorry,” he whispered. It was just a kid. John might be a lot of things, but even he found summoning dead kids for demons to devour was just a step too far. “Shite, we got the wrong fucking-”

“Hey, man, that’s rude,” the boy snapped back, waving John off.

“Brother, kill the whelp.”

“I vote on not killing the whelp. Not killing at all, really,” the boy stepped out of the massive blood circle, wrinkling his nose at the drying stains.

“This is not one of your pesky democracies, fool.”

In response, the demons lunged at him, ignoring the screams of the surrounding heroes as they shoved their human arms through the boy’s stomach.

“So,” the boy continues, “I heard your dad was after my haunt?”

“Your haunt, whelp? This earth shall be his! And through him, ours!” Raven slammed against the demons with her power, shadows enlarging and tossing them away from the unharmed… ghost boy?

“Is it?”

——

Wow, these demons are so rude. Normally, it’d be a breath of fresh air compared to the stuffy halls of his throne room. But since they’re attacking his haunt…

“Thanks. You’re… Raven, right?”

Raven nodded, arms outstretched in concentration as she held her brothers back.

“You have to go. We’re- we’re sorry you got pulled into this, but it’s not safe here.”

“Eh. It’s cool. You don’t have to do that anymore, by the way.” Danny stepped forward once more, green skin shifting and gliding as everything about him sharpened. He flew at the demons piloting the human shells, catching them around the necks and dragging the demons out of their stolen bodies. The threw them even further away as he floated in the air, a beacon of green and white. Raven thought it looked like hope.

“My name is Phantom, the High King of the Infinite Realms,” let it be known that Danny always had an eye for dramatic entrances. He shifted into something more off, more eldritch, more kingly. The crown flared to life above his head. “You have invaded my haunt. You have challenged me. What do you plead?”

“You’re not-” they said.

“Wrong answer,” Danny flew at them once more, body contorting into something undeniably terrorizing, his maw unhinging and crunching down on the demons with a sound that made the present heroes cringe.

“Ugh,” Danny grunted, turning back and floating peacefully to the group of heroes- Tucker and Sam would be so stoked he met Wonder Woman and Batman!- and chewed rapidly. He shifted back into his normal form. “Eating demons always leaves me with indigestion. And their bones get everywhere up in my teeth!” Danny pulled out a giant femur looking bone from his mouth, despite it not logically fitting in there.

“Right. No eating demons, solid life advice.” Red Robin said.

“Right? So, you’re Raven! It’s nice to meet you! Think you can summon your dear ol’ dad for me?”

“But we summoned you to stop Trigon, not help him come here.” Superman said, frowning.

“One! That summoning circle is wack. Those things you piled up as offerings? Mid. Also, if you thought you could control me with those terribly written spells, you’re dead wrong. And yes, I am making puns about death.” Danny jabs an aggressive finger towards the shabby circle.

“Have you considered that maybe not every being that can be summoned wants a shit ton of useless blood? Like what if I wanted food? And two, how am I supposed to beat up Trigon if he’s still stuck in the prison realm?”

“I have a cup of coffee,” Nightwing offered. “Kid Flash could probably get you food, right?”

“Yep, surethinganythingyouwantyourMajesty.”

“You wouldn’t catch me alive accepting food from a speedster. You people fuck up the timelines so much,” Danny grumbled, crunching on the last of Raven’s brothers. Raven thought she should probably sit down.

“But you’re dead.” Batman said, something about his voice catching the sharp attention of his protégés who all started making cutting motions at him.

“Fair,” Danny pointed at him, grinning. “I’ll take two pizza and Nightwing’s coffee as payment for taking care of your little demon overlord problem. Raven, summon your dad.”

——

Didn’t much like the characterization of this piece but it’s been in my drafts for a while and I needed it out

#ghost king danny #danny fenton #danny phantom #batman #bruce wayne #justice league #summoning ritual #gone right #dcxdp #dpxdc #Batman’s instant adoption tendencies #I wanted to write more heroes but tbh they’re a lot of work #red Robin #raven teen titans #nightwing #tim drake #dick grayson #bamf danny phantom #dc impulse #kid flash #tbh I have trouble with the speedsters #I love them #but they mess up the timelines like crazy #clockwork #this was written listening to the original teen titans theme song #bc it was my goddamn childhood ok #beast boy #garfield something something

[dcxdpdabbles]

The Royal Consort. Part 3

"Mr. Fenton! Will you be attending the Wayne Charity Gala with your husband?" A reporter demands, thrusting her mic into Danny's face.

"I-" He tries to say, but another reporter jumps in.

"Is it true Bruce Wayne is attempting to have his kids seduce your husband?"

"What?"

"Mr. Fenton, is it true that you could stop a war simply by batting your eyelashes?!"

"Hey, now that's uncalled for."

"What is the political climate in the wake of the disbanded Anti-Ecto Acts?"

Danny couldn't even tell where the questions were coming from. He tried to push through the crowd of new crews, but every step of the way, more and more people crowded him.

He should've stayed in the hotel room Mr. Wayne had rented for his family, but Danny had thought he could sneak out and explore Gotham.

After Dani had burst into the meeting room, in all her ghostly glory, the Justice League had allowed them a short recess so his parents could meet their "granddaughter."

He is still determining exactly what she told them, as he is too busy to dodge more of Batman's questions. He just hoped she could keep the ruse up in the face of his parents' smothering apologies.

His dad wrapped her up I'm his arms, sobbing the whole time while his mother was snapping pictures of Dani, crying about how much she had grown.

Thank the stars Jazz had pulled her "niece" to the side for a short conversation. When they came back, Dani had taken the princess role so well that she answered most of the Ghost Zone questions like the ambassador she was pretending to be.

Her age? Yeah, that was off cause the time zone difference in the Ghost Zone. She was only four years in human years but looked sixteen due to her half-blood and where she grew up.

The chances of war? No, her dad had appeased the war council after the United Nations called the USA on their bullshit.

Demands Phantom had? Respect the dead. Honor the rights of his people. Leave the natural portals alone, and if his subjects were causing issues call one of his to take care of it.

Did she not need an anchor? She's half-human, so she could pop between worlds at will, but only because the Ghost King allowed it.

Where had she been before Phantom took the throne? Danny was not in a stage of life to raise a child- he had only been fifteen!- so Phantom raised her in his lair. Yes, she came to visit Danny.

Did she practically say she was a child of separated parents? Yes. Did she regret it? Only when rumors about Phantom wanting to replace Danny sprung, and she had people trying to get her to introduce them to his "father."

How strong was she? Step into the ring, Wonder Woman; let's test it. (They did spar, and surprisingly, she gave Wonder Woman a run for her money, but in the end, the more experienced fighter won. The Amazonian offered to train her)

By the end of it, Danny and Dani left with stacks of possible legislation about peace among their people. They both promised to get it to Phantom.

Just as they left, Batman informed them that Bruce Wayne had invited them to the Gala. He also offered them asylum in Gotham by housing them in his family manor until the media died.

Danny had almost accepted, but Jazz had stepped in with sharp eyes and a cold smile. "Please tell Mr. Wayne we are honored by the offer, but we would prefer our own space."

Batman grunted. "Would a penthouse be predered?"

"Yes, thank you."

He loved Jazz.

His mom had whispered in Danny's ear as they were teleporting- the Justice League had teleporting technology!?- back to Earth. "Do you think the rumors about Bruce Wayne being Batman's lover are true?"

Danny had yet to pay much mind to Wes Weston's theories, but honestly, the way Batman was able just to promise things on Mr. Wayne's behalf.....well, if the Box Ghost and Lunch Lady could happen, why not a billionaire and a crime-fighting

Danny, Jazz, and Dani had been hiding in the pen house for about three days. His parents had returned home to secure their lab after the fifth time curious meddlesome reporters had tripped their house security.

Danny will admit he went stir-crazy, so using his powers, he turned invisible and went out when his sisters had been watching a show. He had made it for about five hours when someone saw him buying a coffee and tweeted his location.

His sightseeing had been cut short by the crowds of people that swarmed him.

"Mr. Fenton, what do you say about parents criticizing how early you married?"

Danny was pushed up against the wall by the crowd, wishing he could just turn ghost and drop this whole thing. He felt a burning sensation in the back of his eyes, and for one horrifying moment, he thought they were going to record him bursting into tears when a man broke through the crowd.

"That is far enough!" The man placed himself in front of Danny, shielding the eighteen-year-old. His British accent made the sharpness of his words even more scorching. "You all know that a press conference will be in a few days and that surrounding a royal could be an act of war! Get back!"

Danny had a moment of relief until someone snatched his arm. He flinches away, going for a punch, but it gets caught by the person tugging him through the crowd.

Danny could only blink at the smiling face of Dick Grayson until the man helped him into a car. The British man quickly came back, jumping into the driver's seat and speeding off as the crowd of reporters tried to get one last photo.

Danny's breaths were coming in short, fast puffs. He wasn't very sure what was going on. He couldn't think. There were so many flashes. So many voices. So many people-!.

A hand pushed his head between his knees, rubbing his back. "It's okay. You're okay. "

Danny gasped, tears finally falling as he tried to explain why he had done something stupid. "I-i just wanted to see- the landmarks- I didn't mean- I- I."

"Shhh. I know. It's okay. You're okay."

After a while, Danny was able to sit up. His saviors had asked him to name five things he saw, four things he could hear, three things he could listen to, and one thing he could taste to calm down, but it worked. Only then did he realize there were more people in the fancy car with them.

A boy his age sat on his right, having been the one to push his head down. It took only a second to recognize him: Tim Drake, teenage CEO and one of the most attractive men he had ever seen.

A blond teenage girl who also seemed their age sat in the passenger seat, though she twisted around to give him a warm smile. She was also very gorgeous.

Not to mention Dick Grayson, who had a warm hand on his back. Adonis must have returned as the first adopted son of Bruce Wayne because, goddam, that man was fine.

Even the British man was handsome for someone his grandfather's age.

Had he died (again) and gone to heaven?

"Here," Drake placed a cold water bottle in his palm, offering the gobsmacked Danny a small smile. "Drink. It'll help."

"Ugh...I.. thank you for rescuing me," He managed to gasp out.

"Don't mention it. We all know the hell of the paparazzi. Glad you alright. " the girl said. "I'm Stephanie Brown, but you can call me Steph. The guy to your right is Tim Drake, the one on your left is Dick Grayson, and this fine man driving us is Alfred Pennyworth."

"I'm Danny Fenton." He says, taking a swing. The cold water went down his throat and grounded him.

"We know. You've made quite the wave with your marriage." Grayson said though not unkindly. "We'll have to take you to our manor to switch cars; otherwise, they'll just wait for us at the hotel."

Danny thought it over before whispering, "Can I message my sister? She must be worried-"

A portal rips open in front of him. The other humans all let out cries of alarm but not as loudly as Danny when Phantom's head pokes out of it.

He has a moment to wonder how in the world that was possible until the ghost waves at him using one of Clockwork's necklaces. Oh, it's him from the future. Okay. That's happening.

"Darling! I felt you in distress! What happened?! Shall I punish everyone in Gotham? " Phantom questions in a tone Danny had never been aware he could make. It's smooth. It's all-knowing. It's seductive.

What the fuck is going on?

"There is no need for any form of punishment. Not to worry, your highness." Drake quickly jumps in. "We would never allow anything to happen to your husband. I will personally keep Mr. Fenton away from any danger. "

Danny watched in slight horror as his future ghost self gave the other man a long look before smirking. "I appreciate the offer, and you are certainly my type with that black hair and blue eyes, but I am fine with only one husband. Danny will decide to add you to the marriage if he would like to have more partners."

Drake blinks wide started eyes. "I- I beg your pardon?"

"I have a protection and ice core. Proclaiming to keep my romantic partner safe is the same as asking for my hand in marriage due to the customs of protective spirits. Were you not aware?"

"I wasn't!" Danny interrupts loudly. " I was very unaware that meant marriage proposals!"

Phantom gives him a cheeky smile, and suddenly Danny understands why all his Rouges had wanted to beat his face so often. He can be rather annoying.

"No one will be above you, darling. You are the embodiment of beauty, and I would never desire another. However, the royal family is allowed concubines. You may take human ones if you wish to. I wouldn't want to ruin any of your fun."

"Who told you to say this!?" Danny demands, forgetting himself for a moment. Or the watchful eyes of the Waynes swinging between them with prompt attention.

"Why just the royal advisor!" Phantom laughs, his white hair bouncing as he tilts his head.

Jazz. She was responsible for this. How could he have thought she was sane?

"I don't want a concubine!" Danny yells, face burning. He's never been more mortified in his life, including walking down. For breakfast in Superman boxers, only to find Superman at the bottom of the stairs.

What a terrible day that was to run out of clean pants.

Phantom smiles. "I love you too, darling. I shall see you soon. I do not wish to strain your body anymore."

He thrusts his head back into the glowing green portal, and with a soft pop, he's gone. The car is utterly silent until Grayson whispers.

"Does this mean Tim just got married through fae laws?"

Danny whips his head at him. "No! It does not!"

Drake lets out a small breath of relief. "Oh, thank God. Not that you aren't hot, Mr. Fenton, but I'm not ready for marriage."

Danny wonders if he can reach the door handle to throw himself out of a speeding car. He knows somewhere in the future. He is laughing his ass off at current him.

"Dude, none taken. Could you clarify how I ended up here? I just wanted to jump across Gotham roofs, and suddenly, I can marriage trap people."

Danny wishes he could kick his own ass- not counting Dan- as Steph breaks into uncontrolled laughter.

"Oh, Danny, you're going to fit in well!" She says between wheezing.

Grayson raises his hand, face glued to his phone. "Bruce just sent in the family group chat that none of us are allowed near Phantom."

"Why?" Danny asks.

Grayson shrugs. "We're all his type, and Bruce's heart can't handle that."

"Fair enough"

(Part 1) (Part 2)

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #the royal consort #Part 3 #Danny time traveled just keep up the ruse #Jazz figured out Batman was suspecting something so she sent him back to give Phantom a Brucie Wayne cover #Bruce is having a heart attack #Once again Alfred is Real MVP

[imber-rose]

GtWAC prompt day ten: shuffle your playlist and write a quick scene

I tried my best, I didn’t fully proofread tho so I apologize if there are any grammatical mistakes

Song inspiration: Heroes by Emmy Curie

“Careful what you wish for” the dragon hissed. The young hero squirmed under her grasp and she dug her claws into the earth around him. He was clearly a fool, an inexperienced glory seeker, just like so many before.

Bunch of wannabes the dragon thought to herself bitterly. All she wanted was some rest. To hunt. To fly. To find a nice cave to call her own, but she never got more than a week of peace before some knight came galloping up to slay her.

and this one was no exception, his armor gleamed, new from the looks of it. Never used. He had moved clumsily in it, wielding a sword far too big for himself. Arrogance. “Didn't anyone tell you” she snarled as she lowered her head towards him, mouth parting, teeth gleaming with drool. “Heroes don’t get happy endings” the heat rose in her throat, ready to burn the idiot to a pile of ash.

his heart was thrumming under her palm, and she relished in the fear she’d inflict during his last moment. Then, he spoke, and her blood ran cold.

“Please” he whimpered. “I’m sorry” he stuttered. Normally she wouldn’t care. Normally she ignored the begging. But this was not the voice of a hero, nor a knight. Not a voice full of pride and arrogance but one filled with inexperience.

She calmed her flame, loosened her grasp only slightly to allow him more breath and then continued to lean down towards him. He yelped, screamed really, as her teeth came down around him. She gently pulled the helmet from his head. And staring up at her, blue eyes wide and wet with tears, was a child.

A man perhaps by human standards… but a young one even for them. “They would send a child to kill me” she hissed, flames once again warming her throat “Do they think of me as some lowly lizard, some easily dispatched pest” she was roaring now. The young man flinched and she reared back lifting him into the air so they could be eye level. She stared expectantly, she wanted an answer.

“O…of course not. They’ve put a bounty on your head. A huge one! Half the king's treasury even” he spouted.

The dragon clicked her tongue disapprovingly “and you seek to claim such a bounty”?

“Yes,” he whispered.

“So are you a fool, or do you have a deathwish”?

“I’m” he paused, considering his words “I’m desperate. I thought if I could complete this bounty, perhaps life would be different for me”.

“Well, life certainly is different when you're dead” she hissed, making him flinch. Her gaze softened, she lowered her claws and released him. He fell in a heap upon the ground, breathing heavily. “Perhaps consider that before you take any more risks, hmmm”?

He looked up at her, obviously surprised she was letting him go “I… I will”.

#gtwac #g/twac #wacprompts #writing #g/t writing #g/t #sfw g/t #story #scene #short story #knight #dragon #imbersmiscstories

[wen-kexing-apologist]

Songkran, Water, and KingUea

Was talking about my Bed Friend Reflection post with @respectthepetty and more specifically she was referencing the observation I made about how strongly water ties into King and Uea’s relationship and it got me thinking. What, if any, possible meaning could be gleamed from this theme?

And well, Songkran happened recently and I really just decided it was time to go overboard in the parallels I drew between the use of water and the defining moments of King and Uea’s relationship. For those of you who (like me until I looked it up just now) do not know, the original myth of Songkran states Indra the king of devas looked upon a city and was sad to see high levels of corruption, thus until they strayed back from sin there would be no rains, minimal food and water, and extreme drought. The people prayed to mother Earth (Siri) and Siri told the people the causes of their misfortune and gave them fertile lands, divine seeds, songs for rain, and pots of powder to cool their skin. 

Songkran is the Thai New Year which is particularly well known, in Bangkok at least, for its water fights. (There are other rituals such as cleaning the home, making merit, elephant processionals, etc based on region) 

Songkran stems from the Sanskrit word “saṃkrānti” or “saṅkrānti” which (according to Wikipedia) means “transformation” or “movement” 

So let’s explore this theme a bit more in relation to Uea and King’s relationship shall we?

The first time King and Uea have sex, Uea wakes up, panics, and returns home where he then enters the bathtub: 

Thus dousing himself in water, water which, in a Songkran transformation sense, should cleanse him of his sin, in this case, engaging in “slutty” behavior, something he was severely punished for as a child by his mother. 

Then, we hit a dry spell for an episode and a half while King and Uea navigate the beginning of their FWB relationship, things seems to be going pretty well. King is, and I cannot stress how much I mean this in a non-sexual way, planting the seeds for a prosperous harvest, and he is doing so when he shoots the I Love You sign to Uea, when he massages Uea, when he goes out with Gun and spends the whole night communicates with Uea, and it is clear by that point that Uea is starting to having Feelings about King. Then King accidentally triggers him, they hit a bit of a dry spell, until Uea finally accepts King’s apologies and re-starts their sexual relationship. At which point, we get the rain:

With a rain-streaked window overlaying them, King asks Uea “Will you let me be a good thing in your life?” and while Uea tries to brush the question off, we know his answer is yes. King has washed away the sins he has committed against Uea (accidentally triggering him) and they are moving into the next phase of their relationship to one another, where Uea starts seeing King as a good thing in his life. 

Third instance of water comes after Uea’s encounter with his family on his birthday. He calls King seeking comfort, and King recognizes Uea’s anxiety and makes him take a bath instead of continuing their sexual encounter while Uea is emotionally compromised. King brings Uea a birthday cake, and while I have not read the novel, I remember there was a post floating around comparing the book and the show that mentioned that Uea is surprised or touched or something to discover that King cares more about Uea than his mother does because he actually gives Uea a celebration for his birthday.

Uea is once again cleansing himself, this time of the sins of his family, and enters another phase of his relationship to King where he trusts that King cares for him. 

And we get secondary movement in the King/Uea department with them sitting together in the pool:

While King has been witness to some of Uea’s present traumas and trauma reactions, Uea has not otherwise been forthcoming with information about his life. He’s mentioned when his mother texts him, or he makes vague and off-handed comments about things not going right for him in life, but he has not told King any actual information about himself and his life…until the pool, where he talks about happy memories living in Lampang with his cousins. Uea is planting seeds and watering them in the hopes of a bountiful harvest. They openly flirt with each other and discuss visiting Lampang together, fully abandoning the behavior of Friends With Benefits even as they continue to define themselves as such. 

Episode 5 marks our next rain-streaked windows event where the power goes out, Uea has a panic attack, and King calms him down.

Uea is able to sleep, in darkness, through the night which is a huge step for him. Over a cover of rain, Uea is cleansing his fears, and it is showing us that the seeds King has been planting to ensure Uea can trust him are beginning to bear fruit. King has become such an honest, stable presence in his life that Uea is able to find safety and security from the sins committed against him. 

We get another drought in Episode 6 with King promising Uea a beach trip (hello water) but having to cancel due to the arranged match. No water, no movement, no growth, their relationship begins to break down and Uea begins to regress, latching on to the ‘Bed Friend’ title between them as a way to convince himself that he and King have not been going through the motions of a romantic relationship for the past few months/episodes. 

Besides the waterworks (King and Uea’s tears) the only instance of rain we get in Episode 7 is actually reserved exclusively for Uea after he stands up to his mother and his step father. 

Under a cover of rain, Uea is cleansing himself of filial obligation and is finally fighting back after years of biting his tongue. He is cleaning house, getting rid of the people who have sullied his life for so long. This marks a personal transformation for Uea, another songkran. 

Now, if you have read my posts about the use of reflections in this show, then you will know I operate under the assumption that the reflections we are given are indicative of the character’s internal emotional states.

So if you combine the reflections as emotions and the water as transformation, you can imagine the weight of King and Uea being reflected off the water when they confess their feelings for each other. King admits he likes Uea, he gets Uea to admit that he likes King, and while being reflected off the water they are able to cleanse themselves of their transgressions against each other (even though I personally think Uea did nothing wrong) and progress their relationship from the ‘friends with benefits’ phase to the ‘seeing each other’ phase. 

One aspect I have not fully mentioned of the ritual of water pouring in relation to Songkran is not only does pouring water wash away your sins, but it can wash away bad luck as well. Uea is a person who believes himself to be unlucky, and he has said as much in the show. But with this admission from King, and with them being now openly on the same page, and with Krit and the arranged match complications resolved, King and Uea (Uea especially) are able to wash away the bad luck keeping them apart. 

And we know from here on out King and Uea are going to be a tight, cohesive unit because they are frequently surrounded by water for the rest of this show. They have removed their sins, removed their bad luck, and are now granted a glorious relationship. (Of note additional rituals as a part of Songkran include washing the feet of your elders and serving delicious food. While they are not washing each other’s feet we are still getting imagery of them with their feet in water and eating food)

Episode 9, we get four minutes straight of rain, from the scene immediately after King introduces Uea to his parents as his boyfriend until King wakes up sick from the rain. 

First, we have our parallel to Uea’s rainy car ride, with King being the one to stand up to his family, say that he loves Uea and he will not be joining his parent’s company. 

He has cleansed himself of his own filial obligations, and he has Uea there to comfort him and try to break him out of the moody headspace he has gotten himself in to. The tire goes flat and King exits in to the rain to figure out what happened, and Uea brings him an umbrella, but King is already drenched.

This is a blessed rain, a rain from Siri, a rain that heals the burnt flesh from drought and allows the crops to grow. A rain that allows for the cultivation of fertile land. In this case, the growth and cultivation of King and Uea’s relationship to one another, and to themselves as individuals as well.

Very Important Side Note:  Episode 9 of Bed Friend aired the same weekend that Thailand was having their Songkran festival. 

Now, forgive me if I get any of this next part wrong, I do not understand zodiacs very well, but apparently Songkran is meant to celebrate the movement of the sun in to Aries. Now, my knowledge of zodiac is limited but I am pretty certain Aries season begins around March 20 or 21st and goes through about April 20th. King and Uea go on their Sea Trip in Episode 10 on March 25th, during Aries season. 

And uh, it might not rain in Episode 10 but…

That does not mean our boys aren’t getting absolutely covered in water at every opportunity. I mean, as evidenced above we have them fully submerged in the ocean, snorkeling.

And in the bathtub where the wine drunk boyfriends are not only being horny on main, but we have a little bit of verse action happening. This is the final water we get in the show before we get Uea’s first attempt at intentionally turning the lights off and we move towards King and Uea’s engagement. 

We get the perfect circle, Episode 1 starts the relationship between King and Uea with Uea alone in a bathtub trying to wash the memory of the evening away and ends in Episode 10 with King and Uea together in a bathtub, feasting from the bountiful harvest they have sowed throughout the show.

#bed friend #bed friend analysis #bed friend meta analysis #kinguea #ueaking #king x uea #uea x king #sorry if i got songkran stuff wrong i just learned about it #domundi #mandee channel #i continue to not be normal about this show #netjames #thai bl #bed friend the series

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4 | 𝓕𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓘𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

The Author

That night, as you lay in your bed while still on Asgard, you pull out the small remote that Loki had given you. It couldn't have been just to escape, could it? Things are never that simple with him, you know that.

You shut your eyes and think back to what he had told you before he left. Something about finding another version of himself hiding in... Your eyes shoot open when you realize. Immediately, you burst out of your room and rush down the stairs toward the library.

"Princess?" a guard asks as you pass by. "What are you doing?"

"I need a book," you state, pushing the doors open.

"At this hour?" he frowns.

"Yes, at this hour. I'm unable to sleep, is that a crime now?"

"Well, no, but-"

"Goodnight," you nod, slamming the door shut and locking it behind you.

After a few moments of searching, you're able to find the section of the library dedicated to Earth and the findings Thor and Loki had previously brought back. You comb through every page, searching for every natural disaster since the beginning of time. And one by one, you start your search. Figuring out the remote isn't too hard once you use it a couple of times. You're able to visit each disaster, one after the other, calling out for Loki in the hopes that he'll be waiting for you at one of them.

Although you spend so much time traveling from place to place, you always end up back in the same night on Asgard, digging through the books. Eventually, you come to the end and nothing. You haven't managed to find a trace of Loki at any of them.

"Shit!" you curse, slamming the last text onto the desk and knocking over a stack of others. You run your hands through your hair and lean forward, letting the frustration take hold of you. "What am I supposed to do?"

Suddenly, you hear the sound of the front door unlocking. You don't wish to look up until curiosity gets the better of you. "Balder," you groan as his large body manages to get past the grande library doors. "What do you want?"

"Couldn't sleep," he smirks. "Is that a crime now?"

"You heard me?" you sit up a bit straighter. It's never your wish to come off as impolite towards King Odin or anyone in his family. "I-I'm sorry if I woke you."

"It's fine," he chuckles, walking over to the desk. "I was just walking by. I apologize for startling you."

"It's alright," you nod, accepting his apology.

"What are you doing?" he then asks, causing you to stiffen your body. You don't want him to call you crazy, too. Not after the queen already had once.

"Nothing," you shake your head, closing the remainder of the books still on the desk.

"You're not doing some sort of dark magic are you?" he half-jokes.

"No," you laugh, though you know the joke is partly true. Loki has shown you things before, dark things. "Just couldn't sleep."

"What is keeping you awake?" he asks, placing his hands on his hips.

"I was worried about him. I know he's on Earth somewhere. I just don't know-"

"Why?" he questions you.

"Why what?" you roll your eyes. You're really not in the mood for more jokes or games.

"Why does he have to be on Earth? Was that the last place you saw him?" he clarifies.

"Well, no," you admit, feeling stupid. You hadn't even thought about that. You've just assumed it was where Mobius wanted to take him. "But I figured."

Balder shakes his head as he leans against the doorframe. "Don't be ridiculous," he tells you. "You can't assume anything with that man."

"You're right," you huff, remembering the countless times he had tested your patience.

"You know my brother. He's probably already found a way to get himself deeper in a load of shit," he shrugs. "Just don't count your chickens before they hatch."

"What does that-" you begin just as Balder rolls off of the doorframe and steps out of the library. "What do chickens have to do with anything?"

But then, it hits you. He's right. Who's to say that Loki is on Earth at all? Immediately, you stand to your feet and rush across the library to find all the texts on natural disasters you can possibly find.

One by one you cross off disasters on your mental checklist. You travel from Aladna to Xandar hoping to spot him, but still nothing. Just as you're about to give up, the last disaster comes into view. A moon on the brink of collapse from a neighboring planet. Lamentis-1.

Once you travel there, you hop from home to home, looking for any sign of Loki. All the locals ignore you, however, and instead, all rush towards a large train pulling into the station. You begin to walk over, hoping to King Odin that you'll find even a shred of evidence that he was here.

However, as you get closer to the train, you are grabbed by a guard and pulled onto the platform. "Excuse me," you gasp as he handles you rather roughly.

"Miss, if you don't get on the train right now, you will die," the guard tells you before ushering you right onto the train.

"Okay," you breathe heavily, not expecting the sudden shift. As you try to find a seat, the train begins to move and your body nearly tumbles into the aisle. "Shit," you hiss, grabbing ahold of the pole beside you and holding on for dear life.

It's then that you're finally able to look around the train with your fingers crossed for good luck. You travel from lavish cart to cart, searching for that familiar head of raven-colored hair. Though, as you reach the end of the train, your hope starts to diminish.

You're just about to give up when suddenly, you hear a voice ring out from the cart you've just entered. And it's coming from a man that isn't too far ahead of you. He's tall and thin, and his dark hair falls across his shoulders in perfect curls. There's no mistaking that silky, deep voice. But just as you're about to rush forward, you spot a woman sitting across from him with a smile on her lips.

"How about you? You're a prince," she grins at him. "Must've been would-be princesses... Or perhaps another prince."

"A bit of both," you hear him say. "I suspect the same as you. But nothing ever..."

"Real."

The word hits you hard.

"Mmm," he nods in response.

Your heart turns to glass in your chest before shattering to pieces.

"Oh," he then comments softly. You watch as he looks down at the watch he's wearing. "Seems as though my brother is back home."

"Yeah? Are you going to see him?" the woman asks.

Loki shakes his head. "His wedding is tomorrow. I wouldn't want to ruin that."

"You're not interested in going?" the woman then questions, her curiosity obviously piqued.

"I don't want to talk about it," he sighs before downing the alcohol before him.

Unable to take another step, you sink into a nearby table and stare blankly into space. You're not sure how much time goes by, but the next thing you know, Loki is causing a scene at the bar in the middle of the room.

"Love," he hiccups, talking to absolutely no one. "Is like a dagger."

Well, he's not wrong, you tell yourself. It shouldn't be as hard as it is to move.

"And when it's in you," he continues, taking a deep breath. "It's so hard to pull out."

He pauses, taking another swig of his drink.

"So," he sighs, leaning back a little. "Why put it in?"

The man beside him laughs wildly at his word choice. "There are a lot of daggers," he adds. "You could try the other ones."

"But the sharpest is always the most intriguing, is it not?" he whispers just loud enough for you to hear.

You shake your head, forcing the tears back. As soon as the train comes to a halt, you force yourself to grab hold of the small remote and remove yourself from this scene.

When you get back to the palace, it is no longer the same night of meeting Balder in the library. In fact, it's the following evening. You quickly change your clothes and rush outside, only to bump into the same man you had last seen in Asgard.

"There you are," he grumbles as he looks down at you.

"What do you mean? What's going on?" you pant.

"My parents have been looking for you everywhere!" he snaps.

"Crap, what've you told them? I wasn't supposed to leave Asgard by order of-"

"I know," he shakes his head. "Which is why I've given you the only wedding present I intend on giving."

"Huh?" you narrow your eyes.

"You have no idea what's going on, do you?"

"I've been trying to tell you. I've been-"

"I know. Not here. Don't worry, I told my parents that you had been up all night in the library because you couldn't sleep. Cold feet since you heard the news," he explains. "If anyone asks, you've been asleep in your room the whole time."

"Thank you, Balder," you sigh. "You've really saved me."

"Just get inside already so I don't have to keep this up any longer," he shakes his head.

"Right," you nod, fixing your dress slightly before stepping into the grand ballroom. Inside, you spot Thor right away. He walks up to you and kisses your hand before escorting you across the room to his parents.

"Where have you been?" he questions as you make your way past the guests.

"Sleeping," you tell him just as Balder had instructed.

"You're such a bad liar, you know," he sighs. "But I suppose it doesn't matter now. Y/N, our wedding is in the morning. Your parents should be here soon. Please, do your best not to wander off again."

"Of course, your highness," you nod.

"Please," he shakes his head. "Don't be like that."

When you approach his parents, you bow down to the king. "It's wonderful to see you again, Your Majesty," you smile, standing straight.

"Ah, Princess Y/N," the king hums. "It is good to have you awake. Balder told us you were feeling unwell."

"I can assure you I'm feeling much better now," you nod.

"I'm glad. The wedding is tomorrow. Will you be prepared?" he asks.

"Yes, of course, your majesty," you bow.

"Then you shall join us for the feast tonight. Thor is looking forward to having his wife by his side."

"Right," you mutter, glancing up at the man who has yet to let go of your hand.

"Come," he smiles, tugging on you. "Let's dance."

You grumble as he pulls you to the center of the room. "You know, since you're always pulling me out here the least you could do is actually teach me the steps so I don't look like an idiot," you mutter.

"What does it matter?" he smirks down at you. "Nobody can see your feet anyway. You look beautiful, that's all they notice."

You roll your eyes. "So, then you're not going to teach me?" you ask, lowering your voice.

"Not right now, Y/N," he shakes his head. "My father is watching. Just dance."

"But I don't know how!" you exclaim.

"Y/N, please," he sighs. "Just move with the music."

"Fine," you hiss, taking a deep breath. "But only if I get to lead."

Thor laughs. "What makes you think you'd be able to do that?"

"I can't even follow. I'll trip you if I try."

"I'd love to see you try," he teases.

"You simply want me to trip," you reply, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Perhaps I do, or perhaps I just like seeing you struggle. Now come, dance," he orders, placing his hands on your waist and pulling you in.

"That's not fair," you complain.

"All's fair in love and war," he smirks. "Dance."

Together, the two of you glide across the dance floor. You can feel every eye in the room watching you, but you manage to stay focused on the man before you.

"You're doing well," Thor compliments. "Are you sure you need lessons?"

"You're being too nice. I've stepped on your foot a hundred times by now."

"I can't even feel them anymore," he shrugs. "So it doesn't count."

"Whatever," you sigh, allowing your eyes to wander across the room. They land on your parents for only a moment as they watch the two of you with smiles on their faces.

"Do you think he'll come?" you then whisper in a voice just barely audible to yourself. You already know the answer. You heard it from Loki himself, but part of you still wants to hold onto a shred of home.

"Do you want me to be honest? Or do you want me to tell you what you want to hear?" Thor replies.

"The truth, I suppose," you mumble.

"Well, then, no. I doubt he'll come. I don't think he plans on seeing either of us anytime soon," he sighs.

"Did something happen? With you and Loki?"

"Not exactly. But, Y/N, it's alright. You're doing the right thing. You'll make your parents proud," he reminds you.

You nod as you pull away from him. Guests are beginning to leave and you can already see the four kings and queens make their exit from the room. "Where do you go?" you decide to then ask him.

"What do you mean?" he hums, knitting his eyebrows together. "I'm right here, aren't I?"

"No, I mean after the parties. You and the other princes always go somewhere after the parties. Where do you go?" you clarify.

"Y/N, it's not a place for princesses. Why are you asking me this?"

"I'm just curious," you shrug. "We're about to be married and you're keeping secrets from me."

"Secrets, huh?"

"Yes, I want to know what kind of trouble you and the others are getting into," you grin up at him. "Show me. Please."

"Fine," he sighs. "But you're going to have to change. You'll be ruined in more ways than one if you go looking like that."

"What do you-"

"Just do as I say and meet me by the gates in ten."

The Author

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki laufesyon x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki laufeyson x oc #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki fanfction #loki series #loki season 1 #canon divergence #asgardians #thor x reader #thor x you #thor x y/n #friends to lovers #forbidden love #slow burn #royal romance #time travel romance #misunderstanding #emotional hurt/comfort #jealousy #sacrifices #second chance at love #the author

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heorte til heorte: ch. 1 — hopian (to hope)

notes: this is self-indulgent. this is also angsty, like, really angsty. it’s not even funny at this point. does it get better? maybe. but this is athelstan related, so it’s going to hurt. inspired by the fact that i love to put my oc into situations oh and also jack <33333. can be read as a standalone, but it might be a little confusing at the start :]

warnings: violence, age gaps, miscarriage, death, a lot of hurt and grief. no one starts out happy. ngl, i aged down athelstan bc i thought he was like 20 when he got kidnapped. he’s around 26 in this opposed to his regular 32 (??!!).

summary: alethia wanted to go home, to return to her family. instead, she finds herself in ninth-century england. not speaking the language, and still processing the grief of her other life, she searches for an anchor - athelstan.

tagged: @levithestripper @demon-of-the-ancient-world @leithdragon @grantairescurls (hesitantly tagging u for our shared love of athelstan)

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Alethia

Alethia watched as Brayden disappeared through the portal, his small figure swallowed by flickering-static air. Her eyes flickered over to Kinvara, who mumbled in High Valyrian under her breath, holding the portal open.

She wanted to go home. God, Alethia wanted to go home so badly. Jon was dead. Sansa had blackmailed her. The war was done, and she did not want to raise a child in Westeros. There was no need for her here. 

“Can I go too?” Alethia asked quietly, looking to Kinvara. Suddenly, she was not the Dowager Queen of the North who was carrying the future King in the North inside of her. Suddenly, Alethia was fourteen again, alone and afraid at the edge of the world. 

She wanted to go home. Her heart ached as she thought of Earth, where she’d firmly believed she hadn’t had a home. Alethia wanted to sneak out of school for lunch and buy something to eat from the deli two streets away. She wanted to go on holiday with her brother, spend the days lounging in the sun and swimming. She wanted to be anything but a governor for the North, a widow at just eighteen years old.

Barely visible, Kinvara nodded. The portal flickered again, and Alethia swallowed her fear. She was going home. 

It took three big steps to cross the room, and another to walk through the portal.

Alethia closed her eyes and waited. The first thing she noticed was that it was cold. If she’d kept track correctly over the years, this would be around New Years Eve in New York. She was wearing Mereenese clothes. Still, she was afraid to open her eyes.

Instead, Alethia took a breath. The second thing she noticed was that the air did not smell like it would in a city, and certainly not in New York. It was then that she had to open her eyes and her heart dropped a little.

At first glance, this forest looked just like those in the Riverlands. Marshy, muddy grounds made her feet sink into the earth a little and fog danced on the horizon. And yet, instinctually, Alethia knew this was not Westeros.

She took a few more steps, a few more breaths, and then, it clicked. Alethia had lived in England, spent almost two years in London and her holidays South of it. A laugh ripped from her throat as she stretched her hands towards the sky. Thunder rolled in the distance, and almost as if it was divine destiny, rain began to fall onto her face. Alethia let it christen her.

Yes, this was England. She was home, on Earth.

Alethia spun in the forest, and now, she was truly fourteen again. She laughed almost maniacally, closing her eyes again as the rain ran down her face. God, she was home. She was home! She was going to see her little brother! She was going to go home, to New York, find Eric, and hug him so tightly that she would never let him go again.

She would apologize to her mother, for never understanding her sacrifice. She would hold her, thank her. And when she was done, she was going to figure out how to catch up on three and a half years of her life. Morgan was here too. She would help her.

The sun was gone, but one look at the moss on the trees was enough for Alethia to know where South was. All she needed to do was keep on walking in one direction, and she’d find humans. She remembered the skills Qhorin Halfhand had taught her, applying them in a way she never imagined she would.

The mud tugged on her boots, and the rain made her shiver, but in that moment, Alethia could not care. She was home, home, home. A hand brushed over her stomach. Her child was safe.

Alethia continued walking, right until the forest began to clear. And with it, the rain lessened. Half, Alethia tried to listen for the sounds of a road or even a highway, while the other half of her told her to fall into a jog to stay warm. 

The sun rose over the sky as Alethia continued southbound, ignoring the sinking feeling in her stomach as no sign of civilization appeared on the horizon, not even transmission towers or fields.

By the time Alethia guessed it was midday, she finally saw something that almost made her cry with relief. In the distance, small cobblestone and straw-timbered houses dotted a coastline. And there, on a higher point of the coast, stood a taller building with one tall tower. As Alethia came closer, she saw that it was a church.

For three years, Alethia had seen nothing from her home. And now, the first thing she saw was a cross atop the high tower of the church. How ironic that she was not sure if God existed. 

Alethia sat in the tall grass, knees drawn against her chest and arms resting atop of them as she looked at the church, the small houses on the coast. The landscape looked like it could be in Hampshire. Before she knew it, hot tears ran down her face, and Alethia swiped them away angrily.

The sudden ring of church bells pulled her from her inertia, and Alethia began walking, always walking, straight for the church. Fear was lodged in her throat as she approached the church. The doors were closed, but she could hear voices from inside, singing.

She waited, not sure how long, until the song had faded away and the doors to the church slowly opened. Her hands wrung together in front of her stomach, her traveling clothes suddenly feeling incredibly inadequate.

Good god, she didn’t even remotely know what the fashion was like now. She doubted it was still anything like it had been in 2020.

Her heart dropped as she saw the people that stood behind those church doors, dressed in long woolen dresses and tunics.

This was not the 21st century, that was for sure. Kinvara had royally, majestically fucked up, and Alethia was stuck in… historical England.

Almost, she screamed, before she caught herself. The people across from her only stared at Alethia with wide eyes, and she could not blame them. The sight of her had to be terrifying. A strange girl with a scarred face, rain-soaked hair and weird clothes - not exactly the sort of creature that seemed safe .

She raised her hands in surrender, a sign that Alethia knew was universally recognized - both in Westeros and on Earth. The people began to whisper amongst themselves until an older, heavy-set man pushed through the crowd.

Alethia recognized his garb. He was a priest, a catholic one if she was right.

Quickly, Alethia pushed a smile on her face.

“I’m Christian too.” she said. She didn’t even know if that was true.

The man’s brows creased together as he drew a cross over her body from where he stood. Alethia nodded, pointing to herself and mimicking his movements.

“Yeah, me too buddy.” she tried. “Come on, you speak English, right?”

No answer. 

“Deutsch? Irgendwas muss doch gehen. Francais? S’il vous-plait, je suis fatiguée.” Alethia continued. Still, no reply. Then the man began speaking in what Alethia knew to be Latin. Well, at least she was definitely back on Earth.

She sighed, dropping her hands back to her side and waiting until the man was done. Internally, Alethia was ready to break down again. She tried to remember any sayings she knew in Latin, anything at all she could use to communicate with the man in front of her.

Instead, a few nuns stepped forward, cautiously approaching Alethia. She raised her hands again, trying to show them that she was no danger. She wasn’t doing a repeat of last time, where Eddard Stark had been the only thing between her and being burnt at the stake.

“Salve.” Alethia said very slowly. The nuns paused in their approach, looking to the priest.

He only stared, and Alethia took that as her sign to continue. “Alethia. England?” she asked slowly, pointing to herself and then the land. There was no reply, and she resorted back to her next-to-nothing knowledge of Latin.

“Rex?” she only asked, hoping that the priest would realise she was asking for the ruler of their kingdom.

“Ecbert Eahlmunding orgilde Wessex.” the priest replied.

Alethia pointed instinctually. She had no idea who this Ecbert was, and this was possibly the worst idea she’d ever had. “Ecbert! Take me to Ecbert!”

She’d survive this. She’d survived a torture session with Ramsay fucking Bolton.

Athelstan

He had given up on understanding anyone at the court of King Ecbert. With the monks, he had been able to pursue whatever he desired. With the Vikings, everyone always said exactly what they meant. But here…

Aethelwulf, Judith, Ecbert - they all looked at him differently, and he understood none of them. It was as if he did not speak their language, when he knew that languages was all he understood. That, and history.

Still, he walked alongside Ecbert as the King of Wessex spoke about a scroll Athelstan had just recently transcribed. And when a guard approached the king to whisper something in his ear, Ecbert’s predatory smile let him know that something was wrong.

“What is it?” Athelstan asked, cocking his head to the side.

“There is a fisher village near Southhampton, and it appears that they captured a Christian shieldmaiden.” Ecbert replied.

Athelstan snorted. “There are no Christian shieldmaidens.”

“We shall see about that.” Ecbert said, entering the courtyard of the villa. Aethelwulf was already there, with a garrison of guards surrounding the priest that entered the villa. Behind the priest was a group of ragged soldiers that were probably more fisher than fighter, closely grouped around a shadowed figure.

The Christian shieldmaiden, Athelstan assumed.

He watched as Ecbert stepped forward, quietly conversing witht eh priest and trying to get a look at the woman. Athelstan also watched as Ecbert failed in that, the king forced to step back with masked displeasure as he did not manage to catch even the slightest glimpse of the shieldmaiden. 

He returned to Athelstan’s side, leaning over.

“She apparently appeared in front of the church’s doors right after service. How ominous.” Ecbert replied.

“If she was a shieldmaiden, she never would have let them capture her.” Athelstan replied stubbornly.

“What else can a woman wearing weapons be?” Ecbert asked, and for that, Athelstan had no answer.

Finally, the guards stepped aside, and as Athelstan saw the shieldmaiden, Ecbert had been right in his doubts. His first thought when he saw her was so this was what Lagertha looked like when she was young.

The woman looked around the yard, taking everything in with narrowed eyes. She kept her head high, staring at both Aethelwulf and Ecbert with an almost dangerous defiance only those of noble birth had.

“She’s certainly not a farmer.” Ecbert mumbled, voicing Athelstan’s thoughts out loud. The woman’s eyes snapped towards the sound of the king’s voice, meeting Athelstan’s eyes. He felt himself freeze under her gaze.

A scar tugged on her face, not unlike those of Rollo. She stared at him for a moment, and it felt as if she was mapping out his face. Then, she gave him a careful smile. Athelstan felt himself grow warm under her stare.

She was pretty, in the same way Lagertha was - in the same way all shieldmaidens were heedlessly, dangerously beautiful. 

The woman addressed Athelstan in a foreign language, but her tone was enough to let him know that she was asking him for something. Help, he thought. The woman was afraid, though she did her very best to hide it.

“Do you know her language?” Ecbert said. Athelstan shook his head. Still, his eyes widened as he listened and realized the woman was switching between three languages he did not realize.

“She is well-educated.” he told Ecbert.

The king’s eyes narrowed. “How so?” 

“That is not one, but three languages she is using to try and speak to us. And…” Athelstan trailed off. The languages sounded as if he was supposed to understand him. “They are like ours, but not exactly.”

“What do you mean?” Ecbert asked.

“They have the same sound as our languages. One of them sounds like Frankian. I think… some of the words are almost the same as in our languages. She keeps saying a word that sounds like the Norse word for ‘king’. I think she is looking for you.” Athelstan replied. Ecbert nodded, before he raised a hand to his chest.

“I am Ecbert.” he said to the woman. She paused, her brows scrunching together. Athelstan almost laughed as he realized the expression was like those Bjorn wore when he was angry.

“Alethia.” the woman replied. The name sounded almost Saxon. And then, she said it again. “Alethia Stahl.”

The words slipped from his tongue before he could stop them. “I am Athelstan.” he blurted out. Alethia smiled that same careful smile again and repeated her plea from before.

“I think she can help us.” Athelstan said, though he was not sure why.

“How so?” Ecbert asked.

“A Christian shieldmaiden? Imagine Earl Ragnar’s face.” Athelstan said simply. Ecbert smirked, before he nodded.

“She is your charge. Teach her our tongue.”

***

When a servant led her to the room Athelstan was waiting in, Alethia had changed into more Saxon clothes. He watched as she wrung her hands together and made a note in his mind.

“Athelstan.” he repeated, pointing to himself again. She nodded, stepping closer. Alethia was taller than him, if only by a little bit.

She said a few words in quick succession, and Athelstan could only stare at her confused. Her sigh was universal, though. Then, her eyes flickered down. Athelstan heard the sharp gasp she let out the moment she saw the scars on his hands.

What he did not expect was for her to grab his hands and turn the palms upwards, thumbs gently brushing over the scars.

“Jesus.” she said. So she was a Christian after all. Athelstan pulled his hands from hers as if she had burned them.

“Are you Christian?” he asked her, and she seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then, Alethia shrugged, adding a few quiet words. Athelstan was not sure how to begin teaching someone like her his language, so he began slowly.

She repeated the words after him, and Athelstan felt proud to discover that his pupil was fast at learning languages. After a few minutes, Alethia already understood the pronunciation. And when Athelstan grabbed a book from his table, telling her the word for it, her face lit up as if he was God and had just promised her salvation.

Excitedly, she pointed to the book and then herself. Athelstan found himself dumbfounded by her yet again, and he’d only known her for a few hours. Then, Alethia made a writing motion, and Athelstan snorted.

“You can write?” he asked, though it was rather pointless.

Alethia only shrugged, repeating the motion. She walked around the small room they were in, searching for something. Then, she made for the windowsill, where a bird had left its feather. She picked it up, repeating the motion and then pointing to herself.

“You can write?” Athelstan asked, and she nodded.

“You can write.” Alethia repeated clumsily. 

“I can write.” Athelstan corrected, pointing to himself to show that this was a way to speak about your own person. Alethia nodded again.

“I can write.” she said slowly. And then, she waved the feather in his face.

“Feather.” Athelstan told her.

“Feather.” Alethia parroted. “Feather. I can write.”

Athelstan was not sure if he had been right about his initial thoughts of her. Maybe she was just a village idiot. Still, he gave her a proper quill, a scrap of parchment and ink.

His jaw almost dropped to the floor as the shieldmaiden dipped the quill into the ink with practiced ease, and wrote her name onto the piece of parchment. Then, beneath it, she wrote his name.

Though she had misspelled it, Athelstan could recognize it as his own. Behind it, she wrote ‘Ecbert’ and ‘Rex’ and ‘Deus’ and finally, she wrote a very clumsily spelled version of the word ‘feather’, following his pronunciation with latin letters.

Athelstan took the scrap from her, careful not to smudge the still-drying ink. He looked from it to Alethia and back at the words again, still unbelieving. 

Alethia opened her mouth to say something, but then she quieted down again. Instead, she took Athelstan’s hands into her own again. His first instinct was to pull away. He found he could not, instead letting her fingers squeeze his. They were calloused, like those of Ragnar, of Lagertha. Like those of a warrior.

Athelstan wanted to shake his head at her. A shieldmaiden that believed in God and could read and write. And then, her eyes turned watery, and Athelstan panicked. Had he done something wrong?

Alethia pulled his hands forward, until they rested on her stomach. It was flat, so it took him a few moments to understand. Lagertha had done the same gesture to Ragnar when she’d been with child.

“Child?” Athelstan asked, nodding to her stomach, and Alethia repeated the word with a shaky voice. She raised a finger to her mouth, gently shushing. Athelstan nodded quickly, grabbing the cross around his neck.

“I promise.”

Alethia smiled again, quickly wiping her tears. “Promise.” she repeated. A few seconds later, the door to the small room opened, and Athelstan knew she’d heard the footsteps. 

It was King Ecbert who stood in the doorway, a servant behind him. The servant walked towards Alethia, beckoning her forward. Alethia looked to Athelstan, unsure, and he nodded.

“Go with her.” he said calmly.

“Athelstan. Promise.” Alethia replied, and he nodded. When the door closed behind the two women, Saxon and stranger, Ecbert turned to Athelstan.

“Promise? When did that word come up?” he asked.

“She’s a fast learner.” Athelstan said instead. “And… there’s something wrong with her.”

“What do you mean? Is she insane?” Ecbert asked. Athelstan shook his head, handing Ecbert the scrap of parchment. The king had about the same reaction as Athelstan, laughing as his hand rubbed his beard.

“She can read and write. My late wife could not do that. My own son could barely learn the skills.” Ecbert observed.

“It will make the lessons go faster. She is a fast learner, and in such an environment - she may be able to communicate the very basics in a week.” Athelstan replied.

“She was smart enough to be brought to my villa.” Ecbert snorted. “The girl’s smarter than half my court if she could convince a village of idiots that she was not a witch.”

“Alethia told them she was a Christian, I think.” Athelstan replied.

“That naturally changes things.” Ecbert said sarcastically. “I am quite surprised they did not kill her.”

“Neither did you.” Athelstan pointed out.

“I don’t kill curiosities.” Ecbert shrugged. The words made Athelstan shudder. He did not like his king’s tone.

Alethia

Athelstan reminded her of Jon. She tried not to think about that as she flipped through the scrolls in front of her. She’d managed to slip away from the servant that had been assigned to her, and wander off into an abandoned library of sorts.

“Fuck.” she cursed as she unrolled yet another piece of parchment, and was met with the sight of latin words flowing together. Frustrated, she rolled it together, carefully putting the writing back in its place.

Alethia slipped into the next row of shelves, pulling out a massive tome. She paused as she saw the mosaic on the wall across from her, putting the book back in its place. A laugh escaped her as she carefully traced the Roman imagery. If this place had a mosaic like this that meant…

As a throat was cleared around her, Alethia whirled around. King Ecbert leaned against the shelves she’d just been sorting through, a grin on his face that said thought I’d find you here . Alethia did not like it.

Even though she could appreciate how dilfy he was.

“Romans, huh?” she said nervously, pointing to the mosaic behind her. The king’s eyebrows shot up. He said something she could not understand, waving the piece of parchment she’d written in front of her face.

“Yeah, I was kind of trying to find out what this place is about.” Alethia said, nodding to the books. “But the mosaic helped way more.” 

“Mosaic.” Ecbert said, pointing to the wall, and Alethia nodded. She pointed to a figure that looked like an Athena-Minerva-esque woman, and said the name of the goddess.

“Minerva?” Ecbert asked.

“I’m guessing.” Alehtia shrugged, pointing to the next few figures and saying the names of the Gods she guessed belonged to them, sending a mental thank you to Rick Riordan. Something flashed behind Ecbert’s eyes as she listed them off, and Alethia suddenly realized that her knowledge was something this king would want.

She reminded herself of why she’d been so excited to see the mosaic.

“If Romans built this place, that means that it has a bath, right? I reek.” Alethia sighed. “Bath? Aqua? Laver? Je veux me laver.”

Ecbert took a few moments, before he nodded. His arm hooked into Alethia’s as he pulled her to his side. She ground her teeth against it, steeling herself so that she would not hit another king.

“Where’s Athelstan?” she asked.

“Bath.” Ecbert replied, mispronouncing her words. And indeed, when she stepped into the room, she saw that Athelstan was speaking with the servant, trying to calm her in a soothing voice.

“Sorry.” Alethia said apologetically as the servant turned to her, giving a careful shrug. The servant only shook her head, looking to Ecbert for approval before she stormed off. Alethia did not mind, hands dipping into the bath as she leaned over the edge. The water was warm and Alethia laughed again.

Quickly, she pulled her dress up to her kness, pulling off her boots before she dipped her feet into the water and sighed.

“What a nice bath you have, King Ecbert.” she snorted, looking over her shoulder. The king was eyeing her with that same predatory look as before, and Alethia quickly looked to Athelstan. When he said the word she assumed meant bath, she repeated it dutifully. Athelstan did not smile back at her, his eyes only flickering to her stomach, gaze full of worry.

He really was like Jon.

#alestan #alethia stahl #athelstan #vikings #history vikings fic #athelstan headcanons #alethia

[forgottenamira]

Amira, Witch-Queen of Kolchis

headcanon time!! ok so this has the chance to get loooong so imma spare us aLL and bulletpoint this one, but everyone and esp @forgottenedmund as both admin and the other person currently playing a calainon, lmk what you think bc this might just be ~too insane and idk what you have planned etc alskdjflkjsdfjkdf

KOLCHIS & INTRO

house calainon does not exist or, it perhaps once did, but if it ever truly did, the ages have turned its true history to legend and myth

nonetheless, amira and her brothers make claim to that descent through one tenuous proof: witchcraft

while, given her husband's acute hatred of all seers, this might seem a great shock, this is also the truth, and it is (part of) why amira so tenaciously clings to the memory of her grandmother's gift

so real talk, im using kolchis as the place-holder name for the place amira's from (yes i ~did lift that from greek myth and just partially changed the spelling and no i will ~not apologize ;D), but im picturing an ancient athens meets mythological colchis meets constantinople/the byzantine empire w/ just a dash of ptolemaic alexandria sdlkafjskljdfjkdsf gotta grab all my greek-rooted mega cultures ig laksdjfkjlsdf (and yeah im sure the soldiers there def dip into sparta shhhh) so yeahhhh when you picture amira growing up, its that

CALAINON

in ages past, it is written, there once lived a young and ambitious warlord, called calainon, who is said to have conquered the known world (think alexander the great meets achilles meets hercules meets oedipus meets pelops meets atreus etc etc)

many legends speak of this ambitious fellow, holding often that he was the son of a god and a mortal woman, that he was possessed of superhuman strength and skill and daring, and that no mere mortal could stand before him

while there is no certainty, in truth, that this person ever did exist, it is said that he was the founder of the great city of kolchis, which he made the center of his great empire and that he built the still unfinished, storm-struck tower which was, for many eons, the highest building in all the world and called the stair of calainon (as according to legend he had built it as an attempt to reach the heavens and tear the gods from their holy temples in the skies)

there are two versions of the tales of calainon -- one in which he is cast as a tragic hero, and another in which he apears as a twisted villain

known to history both as calainon the deathless (for it is said that he groans still, buried deep in the bowels of the earth, half unable to die as his father was a god and half unable to live as his mother was a mortal) or, more popularly, cursed calainon the balsphemer

it will probs not surprise you to learn that calainon has always been a great hero of roderick's and thus that, tying his own burgeoning legend to the great calainon's, was a very appealing prospect to roderick

many hero-kings, horrific monsters, celebrated seers, cruel despots, and tragic martyrs of myth and legend are said to have descended from the house of calainon, and it is said that the line of calainon will endure until the end of all time for, cursed though they may be, half-gods they once were also

yet, if any of them ever did exist, it is ages past since any of them were known, save one source: local legend of kolchis speaks of the high priestesses of kolchis...

CALAINON THE VILLAIN

often held up as an example of hubris, calainon dared so much that the gods, themselves, stepped in

a great war took place and, it is oft said in kolchis that calainon committed the heresy of not merely daring to lock away the gods -- a heroic act -- but of attempting to steal their power

all of this he attempted w the erstwhile help of the guardian of kolchis known as the kolchian dragon

some myths hold that the great poisonous drake aided him only in sealing away the gods, and he forced the guardian's hand in attempting to steal the power of the gods

but others hold the guardian wished to aid him in both quests

tales disagree as well on how much calainon achieved: did he manage to seize for himself the power of the gods, or did he fail?

all sources agree on one thing however: there was a titanic battle fought amongst the clouds. the earth shook, lightning broke the fortress below, tidal waves sweeping the broken battlements away, and whole islands were drowned in the uproarious fury of the gods

but ultimately, though sealed away, the gods prevailed and cast down the heretic calainon in his hubris, imprisoning him forever beneath the earth

in his defeat, they cursed him, blinded him, and buried him alive, hurled from the heavens into the abyss of the earth (think: fall of lucifer sort of imagery)

in some variants, the gods also cursed his bloodline forever after, but this is another point upon which there are several variants

CALAINON THE HERO & THE HIGH PRIESTESS OF KOLCHIS

one of the many myths of calainon relates to an unending fire and a dragon, and it is in this version of the story (which happens to be roderick's favorite), that calainon appears not as a villain, but as a hero

in this legend, calainon's war with the gods is a fight for freedom, suppressing the deities with the help of kolchis' legendary guardian, known most often as the kolchian dragon

in the tragedy of the great calainon, he fights the gods only to be cast down in their vengeance, but not before sealing them away forever

in this version it is said that his warrior's spirit shall someday be reborn in a new form to lead the world once again (i invite you to guess how roderick might think he could potentially tie into this myth ;DDD)

according to a local legend in the great city of kolchis, before launching his campaign against the gods, calainon as god-king of kolchis appointed his eldest daughter, arsinoe, as high-priestess

she was a great seeress, famed for her wisdom and power, whose responsibility it was to tend the sacred eternal flame at the shrine of the kolchian dragon

hers was a fiery offering to keep the dragon-guardian strong against the fearsome gods, where her female descendants (for in kolchis it is held that a true seer must be a woman) shall forever after continue her great work, tending the eternal flame to assure that it may never go out or the kolchian dragon, the great guardian, will fade to nothing and die and, it is said, upon that day the gods will be unleashed and bring apocalypse upon the mortals who dared give them chains

this flame was a great bonfire at the center of the shrine, so vast that in ancient days, it was said that it could be seen in every part of the old city, a beacon that never went out

according to this legend, it is the divine blood of calainon which gives a seer her powers and, thus, it is believed -- according to this obscure kolchian legend -- that every single kolchian witch may trace her descent back to mighty calainon

A THOUSAND THOUSAND YEARS PASS...

in roderick's day, the most recent high priestess (sometimes called the 'fire-keeper' or 'witch-queen' of kolchis) was none other than the seeress who was amira's grandmother, with amira seemingly destined to be the next high priestess after her

while once the high priestesses of kolchis were revered, regarded almost like oracle of delphi meets melisandre of asshai-type figures, and each was regarded as the chief and best mystical advisor to the so-called god-kings of kolchis (so called bc it was calainon half-god who had established kingship in kolchis)

these priestesses were known as a powerhouses in their own right, the last known vestiages of calainon himself, ruling the hearts of the people of kolchis, and running a powerful temple overflowing with priestesses and acolytes, almost a small religious city within the greater city, itself, leading to them being known to outsiders as the 'witch-queen of kolchis'

yet by the time of amira's birth, the position had centuries since lost any luster, becoming a ruin of its former self

as the old religion faded into only memory anywhere but astaira, the high priestesses came to be despised, an embarrassing reminder of an age of backwater supersticion compared to the cosmopolitan center kolchis had became and wished to be

without the temple economy still running strong, kolchis' stratification intensified, till it was said that in kolchis, the rich fed not on fruits but on the poor

still worse for the temple, itself, nearly a thousand years ago, a war of religion broke out and the temple was sacked, much of it pulled down and the rest -- though marble -- burned (fun fact: marble ~will burn if the fire is hot enough) till all that was left of the erstwhile 'jewel of kolchis' was a crumbling, burned out shell of its former self. still, the high priestesses endured in the slums, and still the eternal flame burned on

the old city, where the ruined temple was located, was now located in the slums and grime of kolchis amongst its most dangerous dark corners

there, only the lost or the most daring would venture: the ruinous temple of the dragon and its keepers were seen as a supersticious and untrustworthy lot who lurked in the shadows, preying upon unsuspecting tourists

pick-pockets, liars, and harlots who played at mysticism and fortune telling to make off with valuables and steal souls, so the supersticion ran, for their dark, twisted magic

THE LIFE & TIMES OF AMIRA CALAINON

it is with this reputation and in this situation that amira and godfrey grew up, doing their utmost to protect little tristan from the sad truth of the world around them

their father had disappeared when tristan was a babe at the breast, likely murdered in the dangerous streets where they lived, while fleeing with what few valuables the family had left

their mother, the high priestess's only child, died of the pox while her children were still quiet small

thus, though blind and decrepit, it fell to their grandmother to raise her grandchildren

not thinking much of men in general, and regarding the sight as the realm of women anyway, as the kolchian culture long had held, the grandmother relied largely upon amira, training her in what arts she could with the expectation that, someday, amira's magic would show itself

a true believer, her grandmother was sure that, as the last female calainon, amira must be a witch or else the line of high priestesses would die with the grandmother, herself, unless amira were to produce a seer for a daughter

not wishing to surrender her only utility to an unborn daughter who may never even arrive, amira did her best to play along as a witch

a thing which exulted her in her grandmother's eyes who, though she loved her grandchildren fiercely, regarded only other seers as her equals

amira learned to read bones and fires and stars for potential futures (or at least to guess at them)

she learned to read people and 'see' in their futures what they wanted

she learned trickery and slight of hand and, perhaps most of all, she learned about poisons

such things were sacred to the kolchian dragon, known for poisonous fangs and breath and fire hot enough to melt the bones even of beings divine and cold as winter

meanwhile, living in extreme poverty, godfrey and amira learned to lie, to steal, to spy, and to cheat simply in order to subsist

RODERICK

by the time roderick invaded, things were desperate indeed

the star of the cosmopolitan center of kolchis, even, was well into its decline

kolchis had become so corrupt and top heavy that the rich knew little at all of what their ppl suffered -- and cared even less -- living in sublime luxury while everything they sat upon rotted beneath them

still, the god-king was eager to keep what little was left of his so-called empire, now reduced only to a single city

it was soon quite clear that kolchis was roderick's target

the god-king sent many troops to die in vain upon the teeth of roderick's armies, but nothing he did would hold the young would-be conqueror back

at last, with roderick upon him, the god-king ordered the impregnable gates of kolchis closed and laid in wait for a siege

the people in the streets began to starve -- and soon enough amira's own grandmother succumbed

but watching their grandmother slowly die, amira and godfrey had already long since sprung into action, lying and deceiving their way into the palace as servants

there they watched and listened and plotted, aligning themselves with a growing restless movement amongst the poor who meant to tear their god-king down w them

so it was that the common ppl stormed the god-king's castle, killing his guards and his ministers and hanging their bodies from the high walls and trees of of kolchis (yes this is a golden fleece reference)

ultimately, guided by amira and godfrey who knew the freedom fighters of kolchis could not possibly overpower roderick, the god-king's head was delivered to roderick as a gift, and the gates opened to him, inviting him inside as their celebrated and longed-for emperor, with amira as the chief intermediary sent to treat with him given her status as high priestess of kolchis

seeing an opportunity, amira immediately set about seducing the emperor, cleopatra and anne boleyn-style

while also taking full advantage of the local legend she'd heard from her grandmother, and introducing herself as amira calainon, supposedly acknowledged descendant of calainon, the first god-king of kolchis

she was willing to bet, afterall, that roderick probably admired and wished to associated with himself. she wasn't wrong.

so she brought him a head and a crown of laurel leaves and slowly made herself a queen

amira crowned roderick king of kolchis (roderick abolishing all use of the term 'god-king'), herself, in her role as high priestess of kolchis, in the sight of all the kolchians, at the ancient temple of the dragon which roderick had had esp restored for the event

before her marriage, she appointed an acting high priestess to keep the eternal flame burning

which roderick permits as a cultural tradition relating to the cultural hero, calainon, his own relative by marriage

a connection sealed with the birth of their son, edmund

VENGEANCE -- OR FEAR

to be clear, amira is not in love with roderick (they have some weird twisted thing that i could write its own novella on probs but that's for another time), he is the means to an end. for one thing, with one move she had gone from desperately clinging to survival in the slums to one of the richest and most powerful women in the known world, but this was not her only goal in wedding roderick.

amira wants money, she wants power, and she wants revenge. she wants vengeance on roderick, as she blames him (as well as the god-king of kolchis, but she's already wreaked her vengeance upon ~him) for the death of her grandmother, the only person besides godfrey who ever really looked out for amira, and certainly the only one who ever saw smth superior to all others in her.

she also wants revenge against all those -- and even the symbols of those -- who held her head underwater so long so that they, themsleves, could breathe

amira enjoys, endorses, and encourages all of roderick's worst traits bc his zest for conquest is a weapon she wields against the rest of the world. now ~she's the the one holding ~their heads underwater. bitch.

but most of all she wants revenge upon the world for allowing any of it to happen

she means to wait a long time to avenge herself on roderick, himself. when she is ready, he will die, as will all of his children save her own, and edmund will reign at last, and they will finally, finally be untouchable.

in the end, however, even amira's quest for vengeance is rooted in the deep horror she cannot face, the fear that she, too, will be conquered, defeated, helpless, and left to starve to death w the only ppl she truly loves in the fetid streets, just like the only woman who ever loved her.

however, she seeks always to project strength (even to herself!), as it is an armor, her last line of defense, to prevent this from happening, so she will stop at nothing, doing literally whatever it takes, to see her goals met bc then and only then will she be truly safe, or at least as safe as anyone in this world can ever be, with edmund as emperor

as a result, she is always quick to remind herself that it is vengeance and not safety she truly seeks -- but is that really true?

#ooc #about #edmund varmont #godfrey calainon #tristan calainon #roderick varmont #all this also made me think abt an au where she gives into roderick and becomes his official mistress instead of his queen #in that au edmund is his fav kid who he holds over the heads of his other children threatening to legitimize and disinherit them #in that au amira ultimately does poison the empress (so that roderick can marry ~her) but it takes far longer bc she has much less access #so she finally gets her at a big event where as a result dozens of other ppl are always poisoned #to this day roderick still believes ~he was the real target #amira does successfully persuade him to take her as his second wife but then there's strife at court as to whether edmund was legitimized #when they married or if only children born after their marriage can be seen so and ofc roderick won't way in #amira starts poisoning his legit kids as a result only for her to learn that he has now taken marian as his mistress #convinced that marian will kill amira the way amira killed the first empress she poisons her as well #but now her children suspect foul play and factions at court start whispering abt the fate of roderick's first empress #so w all these pressures amira decides to have another child and thus she gives her own son a rival for his future throne #idk where it all goes from there but yeah my brain really went wild on that one huh lakjsdflkjsdjf #ANYWAYYYYY #have her bg ig

[elronds-pointy-ears]

At your Mercy Chapter 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 

Pairing: Gil-Galad x human! fem! Reader

Warnings: use of alcohol

Word Count:  2083

Summary: So reader get’s their ass saved once again and we meet a cute half-elven man. 

Thank you for reading 💜

“Wait what do you mean? Mal what did you do?” “I may have played out my connections at the high Kings court and found a place for you to work for the next few months.” He told you answered. You looked at him too stunned to speak for a short while “You what?” You laughed. “Come on Mal this is no time to joke around. This is serious I am running out of time here Erestor wants the agreement letter by the end of the week.” You slightly panicked. Mal saw you spiralling and decided to stop ypu before you wrecked your nerves too much. He took your hands and spoke to you “Y/N stop it do not worry I promise you that I have found someone who will happily take you in.” His soft words made you look up at him. “I’ll bring you to him now.” Your eyes widened the deeper you walked into the royal part of the city. It must have been someone of high status you thought. Mallahir led you through few more streets. He did not stop and once you entered the Kings palace you felt a great wave of anxiety wash over you. Who did Mallahir convince to take you in? You prayed it was a younger elf, close to Mallahir since you feared the older elves were more likely to look down on you and dislike you. You passed many doors and hallways and now you walked down a long corridor. Since your childhood you were ready to work hard no matter what occupation you were going to have. You wanted to impress this elf even though you did not know him.

Suddenly you bumped into Mal. You were so lost in your thoughts again that you did not see he stopped walking. The both of you stood in front of a great wooden door now in the hallway. You apologized and he just smiled at you. “Are you ready?” You gulped “As ready as I can be.” He turned back to the door and knocked. You felt your heart pounding in your chest. Mallahir opened the door and stepped inside. You nervously followed him fidgeting with your hands. The room was one of the prettiest you’d ever seen and you wondered if every room in the palace was as exquisite as this one. High ceilings with decorative wooden ornaments and a big open door that lead to a balcony took your breath away. On the table in the middle of the room sat an elf who you’d work for the next few months if everything went smoothly.

When the ellon saw you enter the room he stood up and his face lit up seeing you. “Mallahir, Gi nathlam hí mellon.” He walked around the table and came to a halt in front of you. “And you must be Y/N.” He nodded to you and smiled. “Yes this is her.” Mallahir said proudly. “Oh Y/N this is my dear friend Elrond Perdehel.” Mallahir finally introduced you. “Pedig edhellen?” Elrond asked you. “Pedin edhellen” you answered and nodded slightly. Elronds smile widened and his kind eyes made you feel welcome almost immediately. “I am looking forward to working with you. I hope that we both can learn from each other.” This positively surprised you. You had met many elves by now but none of them seemed to be interested in your kind or humans in general. Not even 5 minutes of knowing this ellons name and you could already tell he was different.

Mallahir had left you to get to know each other a little better and Elrond explained what was going to be asked of you. He himself was the High Kings herald. A position that filled the young elf with pride. He told you many things and you listened intently. Talking to Elrond was surprisingly easy and you felt huge relief that he turned out to be so down to earth, other than most elves he understood fairly well the affairs of humans.

“You seem surprised to hear me say this” Elrond spoke. “Uh yeah uhm” you stuttured “Forgive me Lord Elrond it’s just..” you thought how you were going to tell him how pretentious and stuck up the elves could be in the most respectful way without offending and or angering him. He glanced at you with a small smile.

“You can be honest. I promise you I won’t be mad.” “Well they tend to be a little..” “pretentious, oblivious, pompous or headstrong?” He continued your sentence, leaving you slightly astounded to hear him talk about his own kind in that way.

Your puzzled face must have given him a reason to further explain. “Unlike most of my kin I am not a true elf. I am merely half-elven. A peredhel.” Something in the way he said that made your chest hurt. It sounded almost sad. “It is the reason why I am seeing things from a different perspective.” With those words you finally understood what felt so odd about him. Straight away it dawned on you. You remembered to have read about Beren and Lúthien. A mortal man and an elven Princess who found love. After their quest of stealing a silmaril from Morgoth himself they had been granted a life together. Elrond must have been one of their offsprings.

It bathed him in a special light. “I remember reading about half-elves.” Your curiosity got the best of you and you just had to ask. “Would you mind if I asked you a few questions later?”. Elrond gave you a short look with a soft smile. “You might do that. But not now. I‘ll introduce you to your duties here.”

With that Elrond led you through the royal part of Mithlond. Explaining where everyone was situated and what their occupations were. He told you everything you needed to know about the royal court. Being the High Kings Herald gave him a high status among the elves but him being „only“ half elven made it for him significantly harder to earn as much praise and success than the other elves.

Elrond you learned had to work hard to gain the rank of the Kings herald and saying he was not the absolute best candidate for it would be a lie. After a week of getting to know everyone and being taught how to write protocols and such you figured Elrond was a master in his work. You admired him. He looked like a young man barely of age but he was easily the wisest you had ever met. And kind. Taking you in just in time gave you a slight idea how generous he was. You were skeptical though. He proved to be even warmer and kinder than you could have imagined. He was incredibly patient and calm when teaching or explaining. When you messed up and panicked he was there in the blink of an eye and helped you relax, telling you it’s just a small mistake and that was not a bad thing. He was the first person ever to tell you that mistakes were not to be avoided at all costs. Instead he told you they were a good thing. Good as long as you learned from them. When every other elf in the city saw you making mistakes they would laugh and or belittle you. Elrond on the other hand encouraged you to keep going and try again. This half-elven was the best teacher you ever had. A beacon of light in the hard reality that living as a human in an elven city provided. As time passed you grew quite fond of him and you became somewhat like friends.

One day during one of the meetings the high King attended with his advisors and many elven lords from all of middle earth you were tasked to write down everything they said. One of the elven lords noticed you were human which apparently he was not particularly fond of. “What is this human doing here?” He yelled. Now everyone's eyes were fixed on you and you felt self conscious. “This is an elven court, you have no right to be here.” He came closer and tried to usher you out of the room. Elrond was quick to jump in from the High Kings right side and stepped forward. “This is Y/N. My assistant and I assure you she has every right to be here.” The half-elf objected with his flat outstretched hand moving down to the ground in an attempt to calm the upset elven lord. This seemed to fuel the elven lord's temper even more and he faced the High King. “You cannot allow this, your grace. These humans. They cannot be trusted. They are traitors!” He protested. “I vouch for her.” Elrond interrupted. “I will not listen to you peredhel. How can we know you are to be trusted?” The Elven lord's eyes glowed dangerously. “Enough.” the High King's voice boomed through the halls. “I will not allow you to speak like that about my herald Lord Araphor. He is my trusted ally and if you mistrust his judgment you mistrust mine.” Gil-Galad spoke with authority successfully rendering the elf silent. You turned your head towards Elrond and nodded slightly, thanking him for supporting you in front of all the high ranked elves. He nodded back at you acknowledging your gesture.

After that rather intense meeting you kept the support you received from Elrond and the High King in the back of your head. You would not forget and planned to thank them if you got the chance.

The next day was a Saturday, meaning the elves were retiring from their work a bit earlier in the day. In elven culture you had learned they worked longer hours and sometimes you figured even harder. It was all due to their immense stamina. You sure could not compare an elven worker with a human worker. They were built differently starting from growing higher in stature, to stronger and more persistent muscles. To top that off they required much less sleep to recover than the average human did. They fascinated you and made you feel much weaker in general. Anyway it was their time of the week when they would put away their work and enjoy the rest of the week and so your beloved best friend and a few of his and now your friends wanted to go to an alehouse in the city to have some fun and possibly drink the everyday stress away.

“Oh I am so excited for this.” Mallahir said walking down the road. “You’re gonna meet a few more of my friends and I think you’re gonna like them.” He mused. “Alright if you say so. Will it be like last time? The night we actually met each other for the first time?” You asked. “Oh maybe. Who knows. Depends on how much we all drink. Do you wish for me to keep an eye on you? Just to make sure you do not get drunk again like that night?” Mal teased. “Hey, watch it. You were pissed drunk yourself Lord I am a super Elf.” You objected, making sure his feet stayed on the ground that arrogant ellon. “I was just playing along. I was in fact not that drunk. I was merely a bit tipsy.” The ellon walking beside you smiled. “Bullshit you and everyone were mashed.” You laughed.

The two of you giggled and entered the alehouse immediately spotting your friends. Elvish and humans all together on the biggest table available. Except for a few new faces you recognized everyone, especially that one particular person you hoped not to see again for at least the two months of your practicals. You knew you had to see him in classes but you refrained from thinking about it as long as you could. After greeting everyone you settled down next to your friend. Friendly chattering and laughing soon followed and everyone was having a good time enjoying themselves. The moon above rose higher and higher and so did the alcohol level with each passing hour. Eventually you decided you needed to get out of the room. It became far too stuffy in there and your ears felt hot due to the intoxicated state you were in by now. You went straight through the front door to catch some fresh air outside when a familiar voice called your name.

Tagging @lotrnonsense​ / @captainbutterflygirl2​ @thesolarangel​ @lazymeriadoc​ @bananaphanta​ @betty-not-boop​ @fenharel-enaste​ 

#at your mercy #at your mercy fic #gil-galad #gil-galad x reader #mywork #myfic #hehehehe #i am so excited

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Kakashi’s Story- Chapter Three

Nanara knowing that him and those in power are the one’s to blame for a young girls injuries and not the starving person who hit her to steal the jewel. This kid’s more grown up than most adults.

Nanara’s struggle to understand the war is so beautiful to see. How he’s trying to figure out what he should do and how he genuinely struggles between following orders and doing the right thing. It’s a nice call back to some of Kakashi’s struggles and I love that it’s Kakashi who gets to see him through this.

Blaming Kakashi for making his life difficult for teaching him 😭😭😭 Boy no he’s helping you I swear.

‘If you want to protect people around you, your only choice is to become strong.’ How many times did kakashi tell himself this? How often did he push himself through missions and training chanting this to himself? I need answers!

‘I’m not as capable as you think i am’ Kakashi STFU yes you are!

‘I honestly don’t deserve the blessings i have’ i’m going to fist fight you. I’m going to fist fight you and make you see how much you deserve all the love you have.

There’s a difference between ‘i didn’t make the best choices’ and ‘i pissed people off so bad they wanted to kill me’ boy please, i beg of you. Get some therapy!

An old lady spitting at him because she lost her son to a Konoha nin, and Kakashi understanding and not being at all upset. He understands that even if a war ends it doesn’t mean the pain does. He understands that all too well.

‘It’s not like Kakashi couldn’t knock fifty or one hundred average ninja flying if he set his mind to it’ yes!!! Be confident in your skills i love it!!! Also can fandom please learn to understand this? Pleeeaaassseee

‘Give a starving person bread or teach them how to grow wheat. As Hokage, Kakashi had always chosen the later’ but there’s so much more than that. Kakashi probably also provided resources and supplies to get them through to be able to wait out the cycle of growth and harvest.

Nanara making his choice and telling Kakashi first is o wholesome. I love that as soon as he knew what he wanted to do he went to Kakashi.

And Kakashi shooting down his original idea of going to the Land of fire with the prime minister and giving really good reason’s not to do that, and then immediately providing him a better idea.

I love that Kakashi found and kept a letter that he sent to Nanara’s father, and then showed it to him when he really needed to see it. And the way Nanara stares at the letter and even sort of recognizes the writing as being similar to Kakashi’s. So close kiddo, so close.

‘My beloved Sixth Hokage’ He’s standing right behind you Nanara XD Kakashi must be suffering right now he hates being praised.

The army arrives early!? And with MORE PEOPLE

Kakashi getting to see his first real canons!!!

I love how Kakashi knows the Prime Ministers plan just from seeing the cannons. We get to see more of that beautiful tactical mind in action and i’m loving every second of it.

Margo trying to provide comfort but she’s already feeling so defeated and lost. Someone please give this girl a hug.

Nanara standing up to the Prime Minister and Saying no!!! Wooo!!!

Kakashi deciding to help and immediately putting hp the mud wall to surround the entire village. This man is amazing.

‘Kakashi…you… you can’t be…’ say it. Say it Nanara!

‘A shinobi like the sixth hokage!’ *flips table*

Even Kakashi seemed a little disappointed by those words XD nanara you were SO CLOSE.

‘I’ll tell you right now i’m not going to apologize for hiding who i am’ and we would expect nothing else, king.

Prime minsister: Fire cannons at the wall!

Kakashi: Lol ok.

Did some random ass just try to use chidori??? Against KAKASHI!?!?

‘My lightning blade’ your WHAT!?

Kakashi calculating where the enemy will hit and focusing onto that spot for extra defence.

‘He’ll wear himself down in half a day and the jutsu will be released’ b*** you wish.

Kakashi took a scientists idea to change earth to glass to counter lightning style and made it a reality. Have i said i love this man? Because i LOVE this man.

‘It would take an average person years’ and a genius half that time

Kakashi calling out a lier and seeing their move was no where near being high lighting blade lol. You didn’t even having chirping bird sounds fraud

I love how arrogant Kakashi can sometimes be about his skills. He deserves it :)

‘If it had been his student chidori attacking, he wouldn’t have been able to defend against the blow completely’ i love that 1) kakashi has confidence in Sasuke’s skills and 2) he still has enough confidence in his own skills to say On some level he could still defend against the attack, just not completely. Ya sasuke’s breaking through but kakashi ain’t making that an easy task XD

All the villagers turning on Kakashi and demanding answers from him, damn. He’s just trying to help i swear.

Kakashi grabbing Nanara and stopping him from fist fighting an adult for insulting his father. He probably wishes he could have kicked someones ass for insult his own father so he very much understands Nanara’s anger

Kakashi finally cutting the cool patient approach and pushing Nanara to answer the question of why he didn’t want to be king. They no longer have time to wait for the answer to come naturally and he knows this.

‘Just like how a thick-browed training fool faced the fact that he was not blessed with talent for Ninjitsu by building strength through his own efforts’ love the call out to Gai, but Kakashi i’m pretty sure there’s better descriptors to use for your BEST FRIEND 😂😂😂

Nanara’s so disappointed to get a letter back from the Seventh Hokage instead of the sixth, and his panic when he thinks the sixth might be dead. Damn this poor kid is going through it.

‘The sixth Hokage worked so hard, he should get some time to relax’ damn right!

‘His power has grown by leaps and bounds compared with the days when he had fought Obito and Madara’ *staples this to the fandom billboard and glares at everyone who ignores it*

I love how to this day he still measures how much chakra he has left in how many lightning blades he would be able to do XD

I’m LOVING this. Every moment i get to see more of that tactical genius and beautiful mind in Kakashi is brilliant. This is the type of ninja show i want.

No aliens or big impossible to beat bad guys. I want stealth, intelligence and actually Shinobi talent. Give me MOREEEE

#Kakashi Retsuden #Kakashi’s story #taryn reads kakashi’s story #Taryn reads Kakashi Retsuden

[hosannan]

Sham of a Prince { Katarina & Nanna

As the most successful scammers of the group, “Marth” and “Roy” are your biggest targets. A chance encounter in a large town brings you face to face with the two, but things turn complicated when a crowd forms in support of the imposters. A gaggle of fans proudly support these “down-to-earth princes”, viciously defending them against your supposed slander. Try as you might, just one sensuous “babygirl” from Marth is enough to rally the crowd against you. The puffed-up “Roy” goes as far as to say they are undefeatable in their strength and purity of heart… but can they prove it? [Grants Sword +1]

The concept of imitation was still abstruse to Nanna because it meant that the imitator only had enough substance to make half a man out of themselves. When Scàthach had explained to her that they needed a fake Lord Leif, it had dawned her that the nature of these scammers were no better than the likes of Shannam—who, in her youth, pranced around with King Shannan’s name as a sell sword.  Sighing, she didn’t know if that humanized the scammers or made it just a tad more exasperating on her part, but she supposed he was the one mimic who had been on their side. Retelling Katarina of her woes at fifteen, Nanna recalled Shannam lightheartedly. “—And you see! My childhood friend Mareeta told me that he had somehow taught her Astra…!”

As she waved her arms, animated and amused, Nanna inadvertently bumped into a man who slid his soft hand into hers with one fluid motion. “Excuse me, sir!” She enunciated each syllable, emerald eyes flaring dangerously. “I apologize for impinging on your space, but please unhand me!” Nanna snapped her hand away from him, before she was compelled to do something far more impulsive. She wasn’t exactly the pugnacious sort but…

Indignance seared over the man’s face, whose sky-blue eyes had a vague, insidious glint to them for a moment. His whole body reared away from her, as he flung his pompous blue locks back in spite. “Now, that is no way to treat the Hero-King Marth, miss! If only you were half as serviceable as you thought you were, attempting to lay your hands on me.” This ‘Hero-King’ had hallowed cheekbones and a long maw that must have belonged on the other end of a horse. He shrugged both shoulders, cockily shaking his head as he laughed his way out of his own embarrassment. ‘Marth’s’ blue eyes met Katarina’s and smirked, gesturing to her with a vanity that bordered on flirtation. “Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“Don’t you prefer the company of a prince?” He winked.

He couldn't even keep his titles straight.

Nanna raised her hand to him, half-arched to slap his wits about him— only to be grabbed by the wrist by another man with a red fringe that wasn’t entirely dyed. “And now you’re raising a hand to him, too? You should be honored that Hero-King Marth and Prince Roy of Lycia are of pure heart! Isn’t that right, starlings?”

Erupting from both sides of the open square were a group of young girls who clamored in infatuated squeals. “Y-yes, our Kings! You should be glad they are as merciful as they are kind!” A couple of childish voices rang out from the crowd.

“Oh come off it,” Nanna disregarded their effrontery with a scoff and a snap of her wrist, cracking away from this ‘Roy’ character. “Katarina, I think we’ve got our scam—” Nanna stopped in her tracks, as Katarina’s face was contorted in a way nearly unrecognizable. “—mers…”

@ephemeralove

#sham of a prince #ephemeralove #{ losing my mind actually please kill them kat #sword +1 #{ the best part of this guy's cosplay is that it's ALMOST 1:1 with pantless marth

[spencerrxids]

pluto

moonlight ( chapter 3 )

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series summary : in which izumi akari was supposed to be the star player in women’s volleyball history. she was a prodigy. she had her future set in the stone or so she thought. the once player from kitagawa daiichi ended up being a manager for the team she have found family in, karasuno. just when she thought her story was ending, a certain orange-haired boy appears along with a very familiar face as the new addition to the team. or in which akari meet faces that once was a part of her past along with the ones that would become a part of her future. the story of the second year manager of karasuno.

pairing : kuroo tetsuro x izumi akari (oc), past! oikawa tooru x izumi akari

chapter summary : in which akari finally meet faces from her past during the karasuno-aoba johsai practice game

based on : season 1, episode 6 - 7 [an interesting team - versus the great king]

tags : nothing (slight angst? but that only works if you know what happened like i do)

wordcount : 5.3k

a/n : finally an oikawa appearance. kuroo will show up in the next chapter. also this is quite long compared to the previous chapters.

It was the night right before the practice match. Akari found herself gazing at the moon above the sky from her bedroom window. It has become a routine for her. She has found comfort by looking at the satellite that orbits around the Earth all the time. The nights when she found herself not sleeping for many different reasons. When her mother and brother had already fallen asleep in the other room. She would find herself sitting next to the windowsill.

Hugging her knees to her chest, laying her head on top of it, thinking about tomorrow. Half of the team in Aoba Johsai are from Kitagawa Daiichi, which makes them Kageyama’s former teammates and also her former underclassmen. She, however, was not worried about the team. She is sure that whatever happened tomorrow would be an important lesson to the team, regardless if they win or not.

She leaned her back to the wall behind her. Drowned in the memories of her past. Back when she was still in middle school. Back when things were a little bit simpler than how it is right now. Back when she was still in his arms.

Guess I have to find some ways to avoid him.

***

Akari sat beside Kiyoko during the ride to Aoba Johsai the next day. Even from her seat, she could feel Hinata’s nervousness radiating in the whole bus. She keeps glancing back at the boy seated next to Tanaka—looking as if he's going to puke anytime soon.

Maybe she shouldn’t think about that. The next thing she heard was Tanaka crying out as Hinata, as she expected, pukes onto his lap. The whole bus turns into a chaotic nightmare all of a sudden. She looked down to the ground blankly. No thoughts behind her eyes. We’re doomed. We’re cursed. We’re doomed. We’re cursed, she thought repeatedly.

Her hand went up to grasp Kiyoko’s shoulder. "I cannot handle this anymore. Wake me up when we arrive, okay?” Then she leaned her head to the windowsill, shutting her eyes as the sound of the chaos began to fade away until everything turned black.

Suga, Daichi, and Kageyama facepalmed at the sight of her. How could she sleep during all of this?!, they thought simultaneously.

***

Hinata didn't stop apologizing to Tanaka when they arrived at the prestigious elite school. She looked at him from the bus entrance as he bowed down repeatedly to her fellow second-year student. “I told you it’s fine. What about you? Are you okay?”

“Yes, I got some rest and I feel fine now that I’m off the bus,” Hinata answered.

Tanaka nodded eagerly. “Great! Good to hear! The outcome of today’s game depends on how well you operate! I want you to let me hit the ball freely like in the three-on-three.”

Akari stepped off the bus and smacked the back of his head, which made him yelp as his hand went up to hold the spot she just hit when he turned to look at her. “Ryuu!! You’re making it worse. Stop pressuring the poor boy.” She scolded him.

Just when she was going to say something to Hinata, the boy rushed to the restroom. Akari wasn’t sure if he knew where exactly it was. First-time anxiety is the worst. She remembers how nervous she was during her first match back then. “All of you are giving me headaches.” She muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose as she shut her eyes when Tanaka and Suga went to hold Kageyama back from smacking the life out of Hinata.

A voice can be heard when they start to walk into the school grounds. It sounds familiar to Akari’s ears. “The only thing I remember about Karasuno is they have two gorgeous managers. She kind of got this sexy vibe. While the other one, I haven’t got the chance to meet her, unfortunately.”

“And one of their players looks like a thug. He got a shaved head, mean eyes, and he looks kind of dumb.” And before she can hold him back, Tanaka appears right in front of the two Aoba Johsai players, followed by the other members.

“I wouldn't mock my team too much. We’ll tear you apart.” Said the boy, looking down at them threateningly.

Tsukishima smirked, “Come on, don’t intimidate them like that, Tanaka-san. Look at them. You’re scaring the poor, elite players.”

Still hidden from the two players, Akari nodded her head. But then, Daichi ran past her and looked at his boys. “Hey, you guys!! I only took my eyes off you for a second.” He forced Tanaka to bow down at the two before telling the rest of them to get going to the gym.

"Long time no see, King. I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of dictatorship you’re running.” Kindaichi said as his former schoolmate walked past him. Of course, as a former teammate, he had expected Kageyama to answer like how he used to act back in middle school. However, he was taken back by his simple response.

She snickered, finally showing herself to the two. “Kindaichi, Yahaba-san, long time no see.” A light blush appeared on their face as they looked at her. “S-senpai.” Kindaichi immediately bowed down to her while Yahaba, on the other hand, was shocked to finally see her in person after hearing some stories back when he was still a first-year.

“I really appreciate it if you don't talk bad about my teammates,” She smiled scarily sweetly. “Especially if you don’t spread false rumors about them. Wouldn’t want your secrets to be known by the public, would you? Kindaichi? Yahaba-san?”

The two stepped back as she stepped closer to them—Kindaichi failed to utter any words to the slightly older girl. While the rest of the team looks at her with the same thoughts in their mind. Akari can be so scary at times.

She pats their shoulder before dusting her hands. “See you later in the court. Goodbye.” She walks back to the team. Tanaka's arm went around her shoulder proudly as he kept going on about how Noya should’ve been there to see that too. “It’s nothing special, Ryuu.” She muttered.

***

Akari stepped into the gym with the others, standing behind Tanaka and Hinata. Her eyes scanned the familiar sight of the gym, immediately noticing the absence of the star player of the team. She could envision him making a dramatic grand entrance later. Although, she would prefer to not have him showing up to the game at all. She doubts he would miss the chance to go against Kageyama. After all, this practice match probably happened because of him.

Almost immediately, Hinata runs back to the bathroom due to the stress he felt at this moment. She had lost count of how many times he went there even from before they took a ride on the bus. She has to step on Tanaka’s feet to make him shut up before he says something that might pressure the poor boy even more. “You make him run away again, Ryuu.” She commented.

“It’s not my fault!”

“It is your fault.”

“It is n-“ His words died when he saw Daichi, Suga, and Kiyoko nodding their heads to Akari’s statement. His shoulder went down. “Sorry.” He muttered.

When the said boy comes back from the restroom a few moments later. Akari noted that there is no difference between before he went to the restroom and now as Daichi tried to relieve the pressure on the younger boy’s shoulder. The team captain then walked toward the two managers.

“Shimizu. Akari. As managers, can you offer the first-years a word of inspiration?” The two looked at each other before looking at the orange-haired boy. Their hands went up to grasp each of his shoulders causing him to stiffen at the touch, his face went red as he did so. “We’re counting on you.” As a response, his soul kind of went out of his body.

We broke him, Akari sweatdropped.

By the time the match was about to begin, Hinata was still shaking—standing between Kageyama and Tsukishima. As both of the teams bowed to one another from each side of the court. Akari sighed nervously. “Guess our words earlier did not have any effect on him.” She stated to Kiyoko as they sat down on the benches, referring to the interaction they had earlier.

Akari had zoned out for the most part of the first set, being unable to watch Hinata’s performance as he kept messing up his game—each time in a different worse way than he did before. She tapped her fingers against her thighs, trying to keep positive, but just when she thought things would be better. It was Hinata’s turn to serve the ball. She gulped. It takes only one point left for Aoba Johsai to finish the first set.

Her tapping stopped when the ball hit Kageyama right on the back of his head, her mouth opened a bit as her eyes widened at the sight she just witnessed. In a very comical way, it seems that the whole team—perhaps the whole court, had stopped breathing simultaneously as it happened, waiting for Kageyama’s response to the failed serve.

Akari bites her lips and closes her eyes as she looks down to her lap, hand holding her bangs so they covered her eyes, laughter escapes her lips as she tries her best to hold it in, the same time Tanaka and Tsukishima laugh at Kageyama. “Hinata is about to die,” She muttered, opening her eyes back as she watches the boy walk towards Hinata in a horror-movie-ghost-way.

“Don’t say something like that,” Kiyoko said from beside her.

Akari leaned back. “Just kidding. He won’t.”

She was going to approach Hinata to do a speech to him but seeing as Tanaka had already done the job, she went to Kageyama instead, arms crossed in front of her. “So………does it hurt?” She asked, followed by the shake of his head. Her eyes went to the gym door. “Let’s keep an eye out, he might arrive anytime soon. But for now, let’s just do it like how you do it during the three-on-three, hmm.”

Kageyama then walked towards Hinata to explain the strategy for the second set as she went back towards Kiyoko, taking her place beside her once more on the side of the court. “I have a good feeling for this second set.” The older manager said. Akari couldn’t help but agree with her statement.

While they failed the first time with the quick attack, they managed to do it the second time, shocking the whole court by the speed of Kageyama and Hinata’s toss and spike. Akari leaned back, stretching her arms up in the air as a smirk formed on her face. “That’s what we’re talking about.” Oh, how she enjoyed the look on Kindaichi’s face so much. They had asked for a break after that although it didn’t last long.

Now that the formation is the exact opposite of how it started. Kageyama and Tsukishima are up front along with Ennoshita. Due to their height, their block is quite intimidating for Aoba Johsai’s team even if it’s not as good as theirs. Although the two don’t really get along well with each other, at least they’ve managed to do a quite good job at working together despite the banter every now and then.

Akari approached Suga as he explained the current situation to Takeda. “Actually…..,” She trailed off. “I think I haven’t mentioned this, but……Aoba Johsai’s regular setter is not here right now.” They both turned their heads to look at her.

Tapping her feet against the wooden floor, she explained. “Their regular setter is the star player of the team. I don’t know if he is going to join us today, but there’s a big chance that he will show up eventually. If Aoba Johsai is a strong team as they are right now, with the presence of their setter, their strength would double up. That is what makes them one of the best teams in the prefecture. Not to mention that he is also their captain.”

Suga looked at her, eyebrows furrowed together. “What is he like?”

“Well……he was also from Kitagawa Daiichi, so that is where I know him from. As far as I am concerned, he is the Great King compared to Kageyama’s title in the court. I really hope he won’t show up today, but if he does, then it’s safe to say that our team’s chances will be reduced.” She explained carefully.

“Ahhh I see,” Takeda says. “Have faith, Akari. Our team is also great.”

She flinched a bit at the accusation. “I-I do believe in the team too. I just wanted to give information about our potential threat, that’s all. The setter is a very annoying person and I’m not really fond of him. So I’m a little bit bitter about this.” She looked away at the end of her sentence, while Suga pats her on the shoulder to shake the tension off her shoulders. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”

On the other side, Irihata, Aoba Johsai’s head coach, silently observed the Karasuno team as they have one point left to win this second set. “The Kageyama-Number 5 combination is intimidating. But there’s also Tanaka who has power and guts where he lacks a cool head. Tsukishima the clever blocker somewhat lacking in spirit. Their Captain, Sawamura, who neatly covers the many holes in their defense. There’s a pseudo-amateur whose defense is full of holes, but that amateur has an ever-changing attack centered around him. And if you noticed……,” He paused before his eyes landed on Akari’s figure. “That girl over there……..she’s a former prodigy. This is what it’s like to be bombarded. They’re an interesting team.” He continued as Karasuno scored a point and won the second set.

Akari went to congratulate the team as she passed water bottles to each one of them, muttering some encouraging words. Her eyes keep glancing to the gym door as she realizes that a rather large amount of girls have gathered around to watch them from above. She could not pinpoint if it was due to the interesting combination that her team has or due to a certain brunette that possibly is nearing the gym as she passed the bottles to Ennoshita and Daichi.

“We are lucky they don’t have anyone who can serve like Kageyama.”

She stopped, then turned her head to Ennoshita very slowly as if her head was going to turn 180º degrees. The boy flinched when he saw the look on her face. Don’t jinx it, Chikara, she groaned in her mind.

He gulped, “D-Did I say something wrong?” He asked.

“Don’t let your guard down,” Kageyama stated as he appeared beside her. “I don’t think that is their regular setter.”

Akari sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes as she heard the fangirl's shouts. “That’s because it is not.” She refused to turn her back as the others looked at the setter that had just entered the gym. Subconsciously, she hides herself behind the others, in hope that Oikawa would not notice her—which she highly doubts as he once said that his eyes would be able to spot her even if she’s in the middle of a crowded street.

“Hey, you're back, Oikawa. How is your leg?"

“Perfect! I’m good to do regular practice. It was only a light sprain.”

Oh of course he had injured himself once again. Why am I not surprised at all? she thought, rolling her eyes.

Tanaka pointed at Oikawa, an unsettled look on his face. ”Kageyama, who is that guy? I am exceedingly displeased.” Behind the others, Akari nodded, agreeing with her fellow second-years. The said junior then gives a quick introduction about Oikawa’s characteristics.

The infamous setter turns his gaze towards Kageyama—probably sensing his name being mentioned, waving his hand at him. “Long time no see, Tobio-chan. Having fun being the king?” He smiled annoyingly.

Suga was about to ask Akari a question when he realized that she was standing rather far away from the team, distancing herself in a spot where she is barely seen due to the team members' tall figures. “Ehhh, why are you standing there, Akari?” He tilted his head to the side. The girl flinched on the spot, cursing Suga in her mind for saying that out loud.

Oikawa straightened up when he heard that. He took a step forward and craned his neck, trying to get a glimpse of her. He hadn’t thought about the possibility of her being here when he talked the coach into inviting Karasuno. The fact that she is the team manager had slipped from his mind.

“Aka-“ Oikawa’s words are interrupted by Iwaizumi right before he can call out her name. The setter paused for a moment, eyes glancing to the Karasuno team who was looking at him with their eyebrows furrowed together, before walking towards his best friend.

She let out a relieved breath, thanking Iwaizumi in her mind before approaching Suga, who was looking at her questioningly with his eyebrows raised as the others went back to their routine, preparing for the third set. “Are you okay?” He asked.

The girl didn’t reply, she was looking at Oikawa on the other side of the court right now. He tapped her shoulder to gain her attention which proved to be effective as her attention fell back onto him instead. “Wha-Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” She paused when she saw the doubt in his eyes. “I didn’t sleep last night.” She ended the sentence with a sheepish smile.

***

“They’re going to change players,” She informed Takeda and Kiyoko, observing the opposite team strategy. They are going to let the star player into the game right before Karasuno could score a point and finish both the set and the game today. “Ahh that’s unfortunate, things are going well for us so far,” Takeda commented.

She began to tap her fingers against her thighs again, a habit that indicates her nervousness. “Aside from being an excellent setter, Oikawa is also known for his famous serve.” Her eyes watched warily as he served the ball right onto Tsukishima’s forearm before the ball bounced towards the audience up above them, thankfully none of them got hit by it.

Although she doesn’t want to admit it, Oikawa’s serve is truly one of a kind. No matter how many times she had witnessed it. It still amazed her how precise his serve could be. She leaned forward propping her arms on her lap as she leaned her chin on top of it. “Let the real match begin.”

Oikawa, on the other hand, put his arm on his waist. “Yeah, I thought so. I started watching midway through. You guys, Number 6 and Number 5,” He referred to Tsukishima and Hinata. “You’re bad at receives. Are you guys first-years?” Without hearing any answer, he went back to prepare another serve.

“Okay, I’m going for another.” He served and for the second time, it fell right onto Tsukishima once more. So you’re targeting him, huh? I see how it is, Akari thought.

She stands up to approach Suga and Yamaguchi, taking her place beside the two. Watching as Daichi expanded his defensive zone. In other cases, that would have been more useful. However, against Oikawa’s precise serve, even if Tsukishima is closer to the edge right now, the ball will fall onto whoever his heart desires.

One more point. One more point and it’s all done, Akari thought as the ball went up in the air, Tsukishima had managed to receive the ball. However, the ball went to the other side of the court, making it Aoba Johsai’s chance ball now.

With no Tsukishima or Kageyama up in the front, Karasuno’s blocking formation at the moment is weak compared to earlier. However…………, she watched as Kindaichi attempted to spike the ball, her eyes instantly went to Hinata who managed to touch the ball with the edges of his fingertips. We have our new junior right here.

Kageyama immediately went to the front, preparing to toss the ball to his fellow first-year, showing them their quick attack. “The time has to be precisely at the right time. The right second. The right momentum.” Her voice trailed off.

One more point.

She held her breath along with the others as the ball fell onto the other side of the court, passing directly right beside Oikawa, whose eyes widened at the attack he just witnessed. Then it went quiet. Nobody speaks or breathes for a second. The only sound that could be heard was the sound of the ball bouncing on the floor until it stopped entirely.

The whistle rang.

Karasuno had won the third set.

Akari let out a relieved breath, her hand went up to hold her bangs up, making her forehead visible for some seconds before she let go of it. A small grin formed on her face as she turned to look at Suga, high-five-ing the older guy. Takeda from beside her falls back to sit down. She remembers that this is the first time he had seen Hinata and Kageyama’s attack.

The supervisor's mouth gaped as the team bowed to him, unsure of what to do. “Takeda-sensei, give some feedback.” She whispered to the inexperienced man.

“Well, I’m still an amateur when it comes to volleyball. But I can tell something amazing is happening here. We had some amazing first-teas joining this year, and at first, it didn’t go smoothly. But I think I understand why now. It doesn’t matter if you’re not on the same page. When people are brought together, it triggers a chemical reaction.”

“Somewhere, a world-changing encounter is happening at this very moment. It could be happening somewhere in a faraway land. Maybe even on the other side of the world. It could be happening on a small island to the east, in a small northern town in an average high school, or in an average volleyball club. I believe that encounter was made at Karasuno High. I have nothing to base this on, but it's better than not believing at all. You kids are going to become much, much stronger than you are now.”

Taken back by such poetic feedback, Akari raised her eyebrows. “At what point did we go from winning this practice match into changing the world to a better place?” She muttered from beside Suga, earning a hush look from him. She shuts her mouth and then follow the others as they bow down to the teacher. “Thank you!”

***

Akari had just gotten out of the ladies’ washroom after she had excused herself moments earlier when she heard a voice calling out her name from the end of the hallway. Her hands paused mid-stretch as she turned her head to see who it was.

“Ohh, it’s you.” A small smile formed on her face as Iwaizumi approached her. “It’s been a long time, Hajime-kun. You’re not mad because we’ve beaten you up, right?” She raised her eyebrow teasingly.

The older guy let out a scoff as a response to what she just said. “Me? Never.” They both smiled at each other. Both were also close back in their Kitagawa Daiichi days, Iwaizumi had always looked out for her like a protective brother. Sending glares to those who dared to look in her direction. Make sure to ask her if she got enough sleep when she arrived at school. “How are you? Feeling better?”

She went quiet at his question, knowing what he is referring to, then nodded. “Much better. You don’t need to worry. It’s all fine now.” She tapped her left knee. “As long as I don’t tire out myself, you have nothing to worry about.”

Iwaizumi sighed in relief, his hand went to the back of his head. “I’m glad to hear that,” He paused for a moment, glancing at Akari before looking somewhere else, unsure if he should mention it or not. “Look, Akari………I’m sorry.”

“For what?” She tilted her head.

He looked back at her. “I haven’t contacted you that much since……..,” His words trailed off. She nodded, understanding what he meant. “Ahh that. It’s okay, Hajime-kun. Don’t need to be sorry.” She said.

“But I should’ve contacted you more. You know I should. You weren’t in a good condition.” She cringed inwardly at his choice of words, cutting him before he could speak more words. “I think none of us, at that moment, were in a good condition. You know, with how things ended up like. So there’s no need to be sorry, Hajime-kun.”

Akari straightened her back, realizing that it was probably the time for her team to go back to Karasuno again. “I need to go now. See you later.” She waved her hand goodbye to him, walking away in the opposite direction.

“See you later too, Akari.” He said once she is out of his sight. He stayed there for a moment, looking down to the floor. If only things were like what they used to be.

***

Akari walked beside Kiyoko as they got closer to the school gate, reaching their bus. Even though she is not playing like the others, today really exhausts her. She felt her energy had drained watching the tense last 8 minutes of the third set earlier. “Good thing I’m tired. For once, I might get a nice sleep tonight.” She closes her eyes while yawning.

“Ooh, spoken like a captain. You do have eyes.”

Their footsteps simultaneously stopped. Akari opened her eyes back, looking to the front sunkenly, her shoulders went down as she heard the voice. “I take back my words. Don’t think I’ll get a nice sleep tonight.” She muttered. Kiyoko looks at her questioningly but she just ignores it.

“There you are, Great King!”

“What do you want?!"

“What’s with you?”

“Do you want to fight?!”

Tanaka and Hinata stepped forward, getting a bit closer to Aoba Johsai’s captain. While the said boy just laughs it off. “Don’t be so scary,” He makes a gesture with his hand. “You, the little guy. That last one-touch and broad jump was pretty good. Next time, try to use full force from the start. I haven’t shown you how I set up yet and I’ll be working on perfecting my serve.”

Akari bites the inner of her cheek. Here comes the annoying part, she fights the urge to roll her eyes. You really haven’t changed, huh?

“Your combination attack is pretty amazing. But the receives need to be quicker or you’ll run out of power. After all, I’m not the only guy who can hit power serves. The Inter-High tournament is coming up. I want you guys to make the cut.” He began to approach the team before stopping a few steps ahead of Kageyama. “I want to squash my special, little underclassman in an official game fair and square, as a fellow setter.”

“The tournament is coming up. I’ll look forward to seeing what you’ll do,” He took a few steps forward more, now stopping right beside her. Tense air formed between the two as Akari avoided his gaze. “Nice to meet you again, Kari-chan.” He said, smiling sweetly, that it sickens Akari’s stomach to hear the tone of his voice.

She looked to the front as the team began to continue their journey to the bus once more, then turned to look at him. Their eyes finally meet each other again. She nodded a few times, “Huh, really? Wish I could say the same, Oikawa.” She walked away from him, joining the others, leaving him standing there with the taste of his own medicine.

Akari sat beside Ennoshita during the ride back. “Don’t let him get to you,” Kageyama said when they all sat down in their respective seats. “Agitating others is like a hobby to him.” He tried to ease the tense air that was created by Oikawa earlier.

Daichi chuckled from his seat. “He’s right. There isn’t much time until the Inter-High tournament. But he should be coming back soon.” Looking out the window, Akari smiled at his words. It’s about time for her dear friend to come back and join the rest of them once more.

“Who’s coming back?” Hinata asked.

Tanaka smirked from beside him. “The Guardian Deity of Karasuno.”

***

Akari had excused herself to go home earlier than the others. She found herself walking down the road to her home alone, only being accompanied by the street lights and the moon up above her. She stopped for a moment when she reached The Sakanoshita Store. Her stomach rumbles, a reminder that she hasn’t eaten anything for hours.

Slowly she opened the door to the store, being greeted by a familiar blonde figure who was reading comics at the cashier. She went to the cooler and grabbed an iced coffee along with some chips from the snack aisle. “Here you go,” She said, putting it down on the cashier.

The man closed his comic and then looked down before looking back to her, his hand went to grab the coffee and chips before standing up and putting them back in their respective places. “Heyyy!! I was going to buy that.” She complained.

He went back to the cashier, now holding a sandwich along with a can of chocolate milk. “Nope. No coffee for you,” He scanned the products without hearing her protest. “Now go home and eat this.” Putting it inside a plastic bag, he offered it to her.

She looks at it, a displeased look on her face as she looks at the older man irritatingly. He always acts like this every time she goes to buy coffee at his family store. “At least put the chips back, Ukai-san.” She dared him with her eyes.

Ukai shook his head. “Ah ah nope. No coffee or chips for you, Izumi-san.” She opened her mouth back to argue but he quickly silenced her. “Nope. Nope. Listen to the elders.”

“Oh, so you're admitting that you’re old.” Her hand went to grab the plastic bag but stopped right before she could touch it. “How about this? I buy more sandwiches as you prefer and eat ‘healthy’ foods if you agree to be our coach.” She smirked winningly, knowing that he had rejected Takeda’s many offers to be Karasuno’s coach like his grandfather used to be.

She raised her eyebrows when she realized that he is actually considering the offer. “Like teacher, like student, I see. That is tricky and it’s still a no. Now go out of my store.” He said, forcing the plastic bag into her hand and gesturing for her to leave the store.

Akari couldn’t help but be obliged to walk outside the store with the sandwich and chocolate milk he gave her. “Maa, at least I tried.” Her hand went to open the sandwich plastic cover before munching it, walking back to the steps she took to home.

As she gets closer to home, she is reminded once more of her encounter with Oikawa earlier. She gripped the chocolate milk rather harshly as she thought about it more, hating the fact that even after more than a year, he still somehow consumed her mind. Hating the fact that a part of her heart still skips a beat when she landed her eyes on him even if it were just for a split second. A reminder that her heart once was his the same way that his was hers.

“I hate you for the way you break my heart so carelessly, Oikawa.”

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  Through the Bible with Les Feldick LESSON 3 * PART 3 * BOOK 54 I Peter 2:15 - 3:22 For those of you joining us on television; of course, you realize we’re an informal Bible study and that’s why I’ve never apologized for the coffee cups around. So, if you’re ever coming through Tulsa, come and join us. We make four programs in a row and after each half-hour program we take a coffee break. And we just have a good time all afternoon, fellowshipping together and studying the Word of God. Okay, let’s go right back into I Peter and we were in chapter 3 verse 12. I Peter 3:12 "For the eyes of the Lord are over the righteous, and his ears are open unto their prayers: but the face of the Lord is against them that do evil." Now so often the question comes, "Does God hear the prayers of evil people?" What do you think? Would you, if you were in God’s position? No. Unless it’s for salvation. We know He’s always bending the ear for salvation. But when evil, wicked people, all of a sudden get the word from their doctor that they’ve got cancer, do you think God hears their prayers? No. He doesn’t hear those prayers. Now, if they’re asking for salvation, and if they believe Paul’s Gospel for their salvation, then they can come right into the throne room of God with their petitions and thanksgivings, and have every right to. But the obstinate, the rebellious, no. God’s not going to do anything for them. He’s given them opportunity enough on the other side of the coin. So, always remember that God is always aware of the righteous; they’re His! They’re His number one concern, they have become right with Him. The lost are His concern only because He’s already purchased their redemption. All they have to do is cash in on that because He’s not willing that any should perish. But don’t think for a moment that prayers like, "You bring me through this particular battle, I’ll go home and live for you," will be answered, when they get home and just forget all about it. Those prayers are never answered whatsoever. Let’s go back to that verse in Proverbs that I quoted in the last moments of the last program, and that’s Proverbs 14 verse 34. On your way to Proverbs, let me mention that I had a phone call early this morning, and they said, "Les, do you ever see a parallel between God’s dealing with Israel and His dealing with America." Yes, there’s a parallel, to a degree. Remember, we’re not under the Covenant Promises, but I think God has so blessed America since our founding was on Biblical principles. We have been, for the most part, a God-fearing nation. And I think God has blessed us even as He promised to bless Abraham back in the Old Testament. So I do draw a parallel, and always have, that I think there is that distinctiveness in God’s blessing America like He has blessed no other nation on earth. I see this great push to throw Christianity completely out of the American social fabric. Remember that’s what Israel did at times. But, even though Israel always had that remnant of believers, they were such a small remnant that the majority kicked God out of their thinking, as our country is trying to do today. They had wicked kings and, consequently, what did God have to do with the Nation of Israel? Took them out. Brought in Nebuchadnezzar. He destroyed the city and they lost probably a million people. And they went into captivity. They went under the heavy boot of the Babylonians because the nation for the most part rebelled against God. But, what happened to the believers? They went out with them. That’s how Daniel ended up in the palace of Nebuchadnezzar, because he was one of the slaves taken out of Israel because of Israel’s wickedness. Well, you see, I think the day is coming when God is going to do the same thing with America. I think Billy Graham said it years ago, and I’ve said it before on the program, that America has been left with so much responsibility. We’ve got churches on every corner, Bibles in every home and we, like no other

nation on earth, have been blessed of God - and if we are going to kick Him out, then we can expect, as a nation, His wrath and His judgment to fall. We hope it won’t but, on the other hand, this verse in Proverbs makes it so plain that that’s the direction that our nation is going. Now the liberal press may not like that. And the gross unbelievers in our society may not like it but they still cannot remove the fact that God is Sovereign, whether they believe it or not. All right, Proverbs 14 verse 34. Proverbs 14:34 "Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people." Remember what I said a program or two ago? What did Tocqueville realize? America was great because America is good. And America will cease to be great when America ceases to be good. Don’t you forget it. All right, so "Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people." Now, that’s so plain a third-grader can understand it, and if we as a nation don’t understand it we’re in trouble, that’s all there is to it. Of course, we hope the Lord will come and remove the Church in the Rapture, before that should happen. Back to I Peter again. I Peter 3:13 "And who is he that will harm you, if ye be followers of that which is good?" Well, it sounds good but what happens? Many times good people are persecuted. In fact, what prompted Nero to turn so viciously on the Christian community? He supposedly trumped up himself the burning of Rome, and then blamed it on the Christian community. He was able to turn on them and the horrors that Nero brought on Christians I don’t even like to repeat in a mixed crowd like this. It’s beyond imagination. So, yes, bad things can happen to even God’s good people. I Peter 3:14 "But and if ye suffer for righteousness’ sake, happy are ye: and be not afraid of their terror, neither be troubled;" Could we handle abject persecution like is taking place in so many places in the world? You know, I have to tell the Lord almost every day, "I’m spoiled." We all are. We’ve had it so good. We haven’t had to fear persecution. We haven’t had to fear losing our livelihood. We haven’t had to fear that somebody would come in the middle of the night and shoot us just because we’re Christians. But, if and when it should come, are we ready to handle it? Well, I always remember an old pastor of mine. A long time ago, when Iris and I were first married, I spoke that fear to him one morning after church and this was his answer. "Les, don’t worry about it. If and when that day comes, the grace of God will be sufficient." Well, I’m resting on that, and I think that must have been the case back in the Dark Ages. People were burned at the stake and they were put on the racks and my, the martyrs by the millions. And yet, there is never a record that any of them ever complained. So grace must just be sufficient for the hour. But, Peter is admonishing his believers here, and remember now that he’s writing primarily, not exclusively, but primarily to Jews there in the area of present day Turkey, I feel, more than just at the Jewish church in Jerusalem. I Peter 3:15 "But sanctify the Lord God in your hearts: and be ready always to give an answer to every man that asketh you a reason of the hope that is in you with meekness and fear:" Now what does that tell you? Well, that’s just pretty plain English. No matter who it is, if they confront you under whatever circumstance, and they say, "Well now, I know you’re different. I know you’ve got a different attitude than most people that I know. Why are you different?" Well, what do you tell them? Because you have been saved by God’s grace, you know that you’re a child of God and, as a result, He has made you different. You have different ideologies, you have different appetites, you have different desires. We’re different. We’re just not like the world. And we’ve got to be ready to tell anybody and everybody that stops and asks us. I Peter 3:16a "Having a good conscience;…" Not a hypocrite, who on the one hand does one thing and tries to live something else.

I Peter 3:16 "Having a good conscience; that, whereas they speak evil of you, as of evildoers, they may be ashamed that falsely accuse your good conversation (or manner of living) in Christ."Okay, what happens? Well, I’ve already given you an example of Nero. What did Nero do? He falsely accused that Christian community of setting Rome on fire, and he probably did it himself. Well, you see, that’s just a blatant example of what the world does to believers constantly. They can trump up false accusations. In fact, I remember years ago quoting to someone the words of the Lord Jesus Himself; I hope I can recall them. "Blessed are ye when men say all manner of evil against you falsely for my sake." Did you get that? So it’s going to happen. They’re going to accuse you of doing something that’s as false as a three-dollar bill. But, if you know it’s an untruth, then we don’t have to let it bother us, because the Lord Himself told us that that’s part and parcel of our existence in a sin-cursed world, that they will falsely accuse us. And they were doing it here. And so Peter is admonishing them, "Don’t let it throw you a curve. Don’t let it upset you, because this is part and parcel of living a godly life in a wicked world." Live your life so completely honest that, even though they make false accusations, it will be proven a lie and then they can be the ones that are embarrassed and ashamed. All right, verse 17. I Peter 3:17 "For it is better, if the will of God be so, that ye suffer for well doing, than for evil doing." Our prisons are full of people who have done evil and they live to regret it, of course. But my, the letters that we get from prison inmates. Over and over and over and it has prompted me to use the term "bad choices," because that’s what most of them will tell you. While they were growing up they made bad choices. And you know, you make enough of them, that’s where you’ll end up – behind bars. And that’s where a lot of them are now finding God’s saving grace. I believe there’s almost a revival of sorts amongst our prisoners. And it’s just amazing the response that we get from the TV program as well as the little books. Here they have been guilty of doing evil and they’re paying the price of it - whereas if you suffer for well-doing, hopefully it’ll be for nothing more than some persecution and so forth. All right, now we come into these verses in Peter that, again, have caused so much controversy. So many questions. And I’m not sure that I’ll be able to answer them to satisfy everybody but we’re going to take a stab at it. Hopefully we can make some sense out of verse 18. I Peter 3:18 "For Christ also hath once suffered for sins, (and, of course, that goes back to that agony leading up to the cross) the just for the unjust, that he might bring us to God. being put to death in the flesh, but quickened by the Spirit:" In other words, the Spirit of Christ never died. Don’t ever think, for a moment, that God died when Christ died on the cross. His flesh died, yes. But never His Spirit. I Peter 3:19 " By which (His Spirit) also he went and preached unto the sprits (small ‘s’, which is the soul and spirit of those who were) in prison:" Back in our Old Testament economy and before the crucifixion, down in the center of the earth, with a great gulf fixed, was Hades. Hades was the term in the Greek. Sheol was the Hebrew. And Hell is our English. And they all mean the same thing – the place of the departed or the dead. Now up until Christ’s death, burial and resurrection then, this was where all the departed ones went after death. They went down in the center-most part and I’m going to show you the Scriptures in just a minute. The Old Testament saints all went here, and we’ll go all the way back to Adam and Abraham and all the rest of them - they went at death down into Hell, or Sheol, or Hades; but they went on the Paradise side. There were two sides down there, the Paradise side and torment side. Now the best way you can explain

that is, what did Jesus tell the thief on the cross? Today thou shalt be with me where? In Paradise. And this is exactly what He’s talking about. That from the cross, then, the thief as well as Christ Himself, in the realm of the spirit, went down into the Paradise side in the center of the earth. Today Paradise is in heaven, but at that time, it was in the center of the earth. Now let’s use the Scriptures. Turn with me to Matthew, chapter 12. I didn’t intend to do this; it didn’t even cross my mind until last night, that I was going to do this. But, I think I’m thinking of all the questions that have come in about all this, so we’d better. The setting here is in Jesus’ earthly ministry. Matthew 12:38-39 "Then certain of the Scribes and of the Pharisees answered, saying, Master, we would see a sign from thee. 39. But he answered and said unto them, An evil and adulterous generation seeketh after a sign; and there shall no sign be given to it, but the sign of the prophet Jonas:" Now what does that tell you? Jonah (Jonas), was a real event. It wasn’t just a legend, as some would try to tell you. Matthew 12:40 "For as Jonas was three days and three nights in the whale’s belly; so shall the Son of man be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth." That’s what the Book says. I can’t imagine now, from all the pictures you get from science, the heart of the earth is molten - nothing but molten whatever. Well I have to lay that aside, as the Book says "in the heart of the earth" is this place of the departed dead. All right now, in order to pick up a brief picture of that (and that’s all it is, a little window of information) let’s look in Luke 16, where we have the account of the rich man and Abraham and Lazarus. Now verse 19. Luke 16:19-28 "There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day: 20. And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores, 21. And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man’s table: moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. 22. And it came to pass, that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom: (That’s down in Paradise.) the rich man also died, and was buried; 23. And in hell (Sheol. Hades.) he lift up his eyes, being in (what?) torments, and seeth Abraham afar off, and Lazarus in his bosom. 24. And he (the rich man) cried, and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame. 25. But Abraham said, Son, remember that thou in thy lifetime receivedst thy good things, and likewise Lazarus evil things: but now he is comforted, and thou art tormented. 26. And beside all this, (now here comes the picture) between us and you (between Paradise and Torment) there is a great gulf fixed: (do you see that?) so that they which would pass from hence to you cannot; neither can they pass to us, that would come from thence. 27. Then he said, I pray thee therefore, father, that thou wouldest send him to my father’s house: 28. For I have five brethren; that he may testify unto them, lest they also come into this place of torment." Sobering isn’t? But all I want you to get here is this picture of this scenario in the heart of the earth - that down on the one side of this Hades, Sheol and Hell, is Paradise. Then, the great gulf fixed, and on the other side is Torment. Now, when the Apostle’s Creed, I think it is, that says, that they believe that Jesus died, was buried and His soul went down into Hell. My, that has thrown a curve at so many people. You mean Jesus went to Hell? Well, not the flames of torment - that wouldn’t make sense. But He went down into the Paradise side, and that’s why He told the thief, "today thou shalt be with me in Paradise." Not Torment. From here, we’ve got to go over to Ephesians chapter 4, and we’ll begin with verse 8. I think Paul kind of puts the frosting on the cake and, hopefully, we can put all this together now.

Ephesians 4:8a "Wherefore he saith, When he ascended up on high, he led captivity captive,…" In other words, those souls that couldn’t go into Glory were down there in Paradise like captives. Now that takes a little further explanation. When you look at the whole idea of the redemption process by blood; animal’s blood could not take away sin. All animal’s blood could do was cover it. I’ve used the expression – "swept them under the rug." So, animal’s blood could not take away the Old Testament believers sin. Consequently, he could not go into God’s holy presence until the atoning blood of Christ Himself was shed. So it just follows, then, that after His death on the cross and the shedding of His blood, He went down into the Paradise side and He preached to those spirits in prison. So what did He preach? "The atoning blood has been shed!" I can now take you with me into the Glory. Got it? Ephesians 4:8-10 "Wherefore he saith, When he ascended up on high, he led captivity captive, and gave gifts unto men. 9. (Now that he ascended, what is it but that he also descended first into the lower parts of the earth? [see how that fits with Matthew?] 10. He that descended is the same also that ascended up far above all heavens, that he might fill all things.) So now what happened? When Christ had shed His atoning blood, here on the cross, He could tell the thief, "today thou shalt be with me in Paradise." They went down for those three days and three nights into the lower parts of the earth, but into the Paradise side; and when Peter says He preached to those spirits in prison, this is what he could preach – "The atoning blood has now been shed. You are now fit to go up into the heavens." Now that took care of the Paradise side of hell, but what about these in torment. The Old Testament says that Hell has simply been enlarged, so instead of half of it being Paradise and half Torment, it is now evidently all Torment; and when we speak of Hell, that’s what we normally think of, isn’t it? The place of torment. The place of punishment. But, in the Old Testament economy it was the place of all of the departed dead. Now come back with me to I Peter, and we’ll again pick up a couple more verses. So in the Spirit, while His body of flesh was laying in the tomb up there in Jerusalem - in the spirit: I Peter 3:19-20a "By which also he (Christ) went and preached unto the spirits in prison; 20. Which sometime were disobedient, (while still in the old Adam) when once the longsuffering of God waited in the days of Noah, while the ark was a preparing,…" How long? A hundred and twenty years to build that ark. A hundred and twenty years God was patient with that wicked people living there at the time of Noah, while Noah and his sons (and probably some hired help) were building the ark. Okay, now that’s what Peter is talking about, see? These people who had lived before the Flood. They, too, had been sinners, but we know that God has always separated the human race between the lost and the saved. And even though, from Adam until Moses, there was no Law - there was no formal system of worship - yet there were saved and lost people. And so now, when we get to the next verse in our next half-hour, we’re going to see that, through the horrors of the flood, how many people were saved? Eight. And that’s all!

[thedaughtersofaewora]

“Let me raise you up, let me be your love.” (May I - Trading Yesterday)

My mother also fell hard for my father. Which girl didn’t? But she was the only girl who truly had stolen his heart. 

For seven weeks starting that day, they met in the same area, always the same time. 7:00 pm. Week two, they talked about the major they both were in: political science. Great minds think alike. Week three, my father talked about Aewora, the monarchy, the people, the culture, the language, and the history. Week four, my father talked about the family connection he had with the town and college they were in. Week six, my mother talked about her own life and why she chose this college and then she gave my father a beaded bracelet she had made for him. Week seven. 

My mother loved to talk about what happened in week seven. 

My father didn’t like singing in front of crowds for some reason. One might suspect fear of the public or stage fright. He denied it. But one day he gained the courage to sing in front of a fascinated crowd, a lot of them enchanted girls. “To my one and only true love,” and then my father began to sing a love song. Those silly girls cried tears of joy, thinking he was singing for them. In reality that song was dedicated to my mother. When the crowd stopped clapping after the song’s end, my father spoke up, “and that’s for Annika Miyuki Hayashi. Thank you, everyone.”

After admitting their strong feelings to each other, they moved into a small, comfortable house that father had built not too far from the campus.

My mother dealt with the good and the bad that came from having caught the heart of a famous prince with the good looks and intelligence. Her commoner parents and his king father and queen mother approved of the match. Momma researched every possible thing Aeworan, the way of life, the customs, the culture, the language studying. Just like every commoner marrying into the royal family before her have done.

My mother was just as intelligent, excelled in science and math. And so she was one of the top students at Red Earth. Along with my father. He considered her not his half but his equal. I remember them recalling that my father lost to her in a certain program test during their days at Red Earth, she having beat him with a higher score.  My father gifted her with not only flowers and the designer shoes she wanted but also thousands of congratulatory kisses. 

Momma was also relentlessly harassed in every way by father’s vicious, angry fan base. Mostly hateful, jealous girls from campus wishing they were her instead. They threatened to brutally murder her. Momma was actually once pushed by some of the girls after a confrontation–in front of an upcoming vehicle on the street. My father jumped in and saved her, getting the worst of it instead. My poor momma and my poor father. She cried and cried, couldn’t stop apologizing to him in the hospital, feeling like it was all her fault. Father told her it wasn’t, not even close. He blamed himself for putting a lot of problems on her shoulders. It wasn’t fair to that young Hyocheon girl he was dating. And it wasn’t fair to this girl he was currently seeing. He felt awful. My father confided in my mother. 

“No, no. It’s no one’s fault. It’s how life is. Even when things get hard, I’ll be by your side no matter what.”

When he was out of the hospital and walking and standing on his own, my father asked, 

“Will you marry me?”

My mother looked into his eyes. 

“There’s no woman I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.”

Then the world was at a standstill, motionless, for a moment, gone. Something about my father’s two uniquely coloured eyes brought my mother back to herself. She squeaked out a “yes”, then started shouting “yes” at the top of her lungs. My father laughed, picked her up and spun her around. My mother started laughing along. 

And so my parents married in July 1994 at the Castle. It was momma’s first big day, and one of my father’s countless big days. The parents of both bride and groom attended. My momma’s parents were enchanted by the magic of the wedding in the Castle. Both of my grandfathers shook hands. Both of my grandmothers hugged. All shed tears of joy. It was a traditional, yet elegant Aeworan wedding. They wore traditional Aeworan wedding dress robes, instead of the popular Western world wedding clothing that was taking over the weddings in the kingdom. I think they made the traditional style come back for a while until whenever a new royal wedding came.

Annika Hayashi became a Princess of Aewora by marriage to my father. She was okay with becoming royalty, not overjoyed and not worried either. She chose the name, Sarang, and so her Royal name and title was Her Royal Highness Princess Sarang Park-Haeseong of Aewora.  

But she was actually devastated upon learning her other “title”. In the eyes of the Aeworan media, she was just “the bride of Aewora”. It was not a second official royal title for her, it was something the royal fevered fan crowd came up with to call the commoner-turned-royal wives of the Princes. My mother had a name, a heart that beat, skin that bled, eyes that shed tears, and hopes and dreams. She was much more than that, in her opinion, awful title.

Some Aeworans thought the marriage of my father and mother was a little strange, because in their limited views, usually it was Aeworan women that married Japanese men and not the other way around. But my father and my mother still made a fiery mix and a lot envied their marriage. They thought the Prince and his bride were like two swans. But no one envied the marriage more than the Hyocheonite girl my father used to date. She felt like she had been overthrown. Replaced by a girl with Japanese blood made her feel shame. “The bride of Aewora should’ve been me. He shouldn’t have married a girl who came from a country that attempted to invade our kingdom.”

In the Aeworan public, mother was quiet, ill-at-ease and at times, felt unwelcome, because of her Japanese heritage and Japanese maiden name and the historical feuds between Aewora and Japan.

Hyocheon society judged her to be either stuck-up or simply boring. Women especially loved to make fun of her clothing, her manners, her accent, her big teeth, and the fact she couldn’t dance in the “Aeworan style”. They say she was ungraceful, and apparently, gracefulness is a trait that a woman who married into royalty should have. But I think my mother was actually graceful, when doing other types of dances. They have never seen her doing a simple dance with my father in our mansion. Actually, they will never have the privilege of seeing those private, lovely moments and I am glad for it. 

Because of Aewora’s judgemental society, my mother begged my father to live in Canada. My emotional mother couldn’t cope in Aewora at first. My father agreed. He couldn’t force her to live in that environment, so they built a home in northwestern Ontario.

My mother then found herself pregnant the next year. My older brothers, Sebastian and Aidan, were born on December 23, 1995. Just a day before our queen grandmother’s birthday. Twins run in our family, no doubt. The twins were born in Nagoya in Japan. Two years later, they had another son, Damion. This time he was born in the Castle.

Looking back at my brothers’ baby photographs, Damion was the son who looked more like our mother. Wide eyed, freckled, dimpled, and with reddish highlights on his head. After Damion’s birth, my mother was told she wouldn’t become pregnant ever again. The doctor that told her was unsympathetic and dismissive. My mother got angry at the doctor and yelled, “How dare you! You don’t know me!”

[ghost-of-a-stitch]

She’s the greatest earthbender I’ve ever seen

#atla #atlaedit #a:tla #a:tlaedit #avatar: the last airbender #avataredit #avatar the last airbender #toph #tophedit #toph edit #toph beifong #atla gifs #i see toph and i just slam that sepia button #earth tones you know #yes half of these are from the earth king no i will not apologize for that #shoutout to me for keeping a mostly consistent color pallet through all of these #i wanted to gif but didnt know what and i just thought #you know #cant go wrong w toph being a badass #and here we are

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

this kingdom, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: In some cases, hate and love are the same thing. Or, in this specific case, hate and overwhelming, breathless, mind-blowing lust. And it all started because you were better at League of Legends than Jeon Jungkook.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; a WHOLE lot of one-sided enemies-to-lovers aka Jungkook is a petty idiot lol; intense smut (fem reader, very dirty talk, begging, pet name (for JK), tit-fucking with saliva everywhere, m-receiving oral, doggy, slight edging, spanking); non-idol!BTS; ponytail, tsundere softsub!Jungkook x self-assured, kind-of-cocky, power-bottom noona!reader; switches between Jungkook’s and your POV Jungkook is unhealthily obsessed with the reader’s ass. You don’t have to know how to play LoL, just know she’s better than he is. XD Smut scene is MAMA 2020 ‘ON’ dance practice ponytail Jungkook. Yes. That one. Over 11k words and half of it is the smut, you’ve been warned.

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Hate is a strong word.

Jeon Jungkook loathed her.

He had been at this PC bang with his friends for years. From middle school, to high school, to university, all of it. He was here first; this was his stomping ground, this kingdom. Throughout the years, this particular PC café had become bigger and bigger, with better and better high-end PCs. The owners knew him and his friends well, always saving the best snacks and making sure to keep a free corner of seven computers for them. Asked them for music suggestions, new menu options, and general advice for improvements.

They were the kings of this land.

When Kim Seokjin said he was bringing his friend with him because her computer crapped out, Jungkook shrugged and said, “Sure, whatever, man.”

“She might come for a couple weeks,” Seokjin said absentmindedly, shoving more jjajang ramyeon into his mouth. “She’s getting a custom built.”

Jungkook snorted into his own cup noodle. “What’s a girl need a custom for?”

Kim Taehyung smacked him. “Shut the fuck up, bro.”

Jungkook choked and ended up spitting. Ugh. Oh well. Five second rule.

Park Jimin swirled his noodles together. “She’s a hardcore gamer or what?”

Seokjin laughed. “Obsessed more like it. She’s been playing League of Legends since beta. I keep telling her Riot Games need to pay her to play, just like how Nexon needs to pay me to play.”

Jung Hoseok shook his head as he sat down with his hotteok. “Your MapleStory obsession is unhealthy.”

“Excuse me? It just means I’m faithful, unlike you lot!”

Jungkook expected her to be a nerd with giant glasses, an oversized hoodie and a pair of unflattering sweatpants. Or an e-girl, with dyed hair, cropped t-shirt, short skirt with thigh highs. Fairly uninteresting and predictable, someone not his type.

Yeah, that’s not how life works.

Seokjin showed up late, waving at them from the doorway. They were already playing their respective games in their usual respective seat order. Jungkook was playing Overwatch with Taehyung beside him playing League of Legends. Seokjin introduced her to Min Yoongi first, who was sitting in a seat half-asleep and definitely needed three cups of coffee before he was alive. Jungkook heard Seokjin saying her name and Yoongi start, apologizing repeatedly. The fuck? Jungkook turned away from his screen just for a second.

“Hey. Nice to meet you.”

His eyes widened.

She was wearing a cropped blue and black windbreaker with a team name and logo running down the back, complete with matching slinky leggings and black sneakers. High ponytail, cocky smile, and ass. Holy shit.

ASS.

And thighs! Jungkook had no idea if it was the leggings or pure genetics that developed such a perky, plump, shapely ass, but damn.

She lifted the sleeves of her windbreaker and he saw the two black wrist braces. She reached out and shook Yoongi’s hand and Yoongi was trying not to stare at the most delicious thighs on Earth. Seokjin jerked her to the side, towards Hoseok to continue introductions.

“Dude. You’re dead,” Taehyung remarked in a deadpan voice.

Jungkook turned back to his screen. “Fuck!”

-

“I’m really terrible at these games.”

She patted Kim Namjoon on the arm. “You’ll be fine. I’ll support you.”

Yoongi frowned. “I don’t even know how to play this champion.”

“Q’s a non-targeted heal,” she explained. “W to bind to an ally, gives a shield and stats. E to stun in a short line, extends from you and the bound ally. And R to send down an invincible circle.”

“Can I just bind to you and you tell me what to do?”

She laughed. “Yeah.”

They were playing a few custom All-Random-All-Mid, better known as ARAMs. They roped in two more guys to get the full ten, five versus five. It was Jungkook, Taehyung, Jimin, Hoseok and some random guy versus her, Yoongi, Namjoon, Seokjin, and random dude number two.

Jungkook chuckled. This was gonna be easy. Yoongi and Namjoon sucked at League.

His opinion quickly changed when his champion Caitlyn got repeatedly Malphite ulted, the giant rock champion becoming invincible thanks to Yoongi’s Taric. Yoongi was always late with the ultimate, but she instructed him to smash the R button when she ulted, thereby making the perfect timing when Malphite landed. Jungkook didn’t even get to play the fucking game. He just died instantly during every team fight.

Okay. Game two.

Lulu versus Akali. Jungkook should be able to one-shot her measly little Lulu.

Except he got polymorphed every single time he tried to go in, his champion becoming a useless little cupcake for a few seconds. And then died instantly to powered up, shielded Namjoon’s Olaf. Awesome.

Alright then. Game three.

That didn’t go as planned either.

“Holy shit! I’ve never won so many games in a row!” Namjoon cheered, jumping out of his seat. He grabbed her hands and shook her, making her laugh far too pleasantly. “You’re a genius!”

She shook her head as the randoms thanked her for the good games. “Sona’s super easy to play, Namjoon. You literally had only one skillshot.”

“Yeah, but the timing–”

Jungkook was the only one who was staring at the end screen, chewing on his lip. 3/18/9. Three kills, eighteen deaths, nine assisted kills. Shit, he was so pathetic. He should be able to get way more kills as assassin Zed. Especially versus a marksman, Lucian. But she was good at that too. She was good, period. And that pissed him off, because Jungkook also wanted to be good.

He also wanted to be that impossibly hot too, but that was for another day.

Jungkook jerked his chair back and went to the vending machines, scowling to himself.

He played a lot of games. He was the best gamer of the group and definitely the best League of Legends player. Until now. He looked back, seeing Yoongi and Seokjin give her a high-five.

Hmph.

-

It was like that in next four times they met up over the course of two weeks.

They played some custom ARAMs and he always chose to be on the opposing team and he always lost.

Always.

In flourishes of cosmic stars, of neon streams, of cute squeaks, because she owned tons of cosmetic skins, defeating him with style. It didn’t matter if he actually won the game or not. Jungkook lost because she always made him look like a fool. In the end, his kill-death-assist ratio and damage chart was absolutely pitiful. Maybe not to a normie, but for Jungkook? He was expected better than that from himself.

He was a hunter being hunted on his own stomping grounds.

And! She was fucking nice too, always buying his friends snacks and drinks. Not only did she have a plump ass, squeezable thighs, and good at video games, but also generous. So naturally, all his friends quickly had a favorable opinion of her. Hmph.

“Here, Taehyung.”

“Aw, thanks, noona!”

She placed a steaming cup of ramen next to Taehyung, sliding it up so he wouldn’t knock it over by accident. Looking far too pretty for a PC bang with her hair in a high ponytail, revealing her right ear and her silver cartilage cuff and double lobe piercing. She had a chain going from her cartilage to the simple silver hoops on her earlobe.

“Don’t make a mess or we’ll get in trouble,” she chided, about to walk away. Black and red team hoodie, cropped as usual, with a pair of tight black sweatpants. They were tight because, um, hello, ass.

“What about me?” Jungkook muttered under his breath.

He gave her the side-eye and she raised her eyebrows at him. “Sure.”

She left and Jungkook went back to his Overwatch game.

“Why are you so mean?” Taehyung scolded him. “She’s Seokjin-hyung’s friend. You should at least be respectful.”

“Hmph.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes.

A cup of steaming ramen appeared by Jungkook’s hand, slid up past his mouse so he wouldn’t knock it over. There was pair of chopsticks over the lid. Through the curled paper top, Jungkook could see a soft-boiled egg, cut in half, laid in its bath of noodles.

“Got an egg for you too, since you’re a growing boy.”

Taehyung laughed and the laughter rang in Jungkook’s ears, long after he had finished the ramen and gone home.

-

“One versus one.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. She was wearing a white cropped sweatshirt with a samurai-looking team logo on it and gray leggings with a team logo going down the side of the pant leg, complete with clean white sneakers. The light gray revealed more than the usual black. She was still way too hot for Jungkook’s liking.

“You want to 1v1 me?” she echoed. “What for?”

Jungkook cocked his chin. “Afraid you’re gonna lose?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Nah, I don’t really care if I lose.”

That pissed him off.

Taehyung nudged her. “What if winner bows to the loser and says, ‘You’re the best’?”

Jimin shook his head. “No, no, they have to get on their knees. Full formal bow, like to kings.”

She rubbed her forehead. “Eh, it’s just some 1v1s. Best of three?”

“Sure.”

They sat down at two computers, facing each other. Slowly but surely, people began to crowd around, picking a side. And of course, tons of people were on her side, because she was a girl. Whatever. His friends split up, watching between her screen and his. They were playing on the Howling Abyss map, three custom one-versus-one games, first kill wins. Two mirror matches where they played the same champion and then the last would be a free-for-all.

First champion was Zed. His pick.

Jungkook won, barely. The only reason he won was because he used his ultimate ability a millisecond before hers. They both died to the execute, but she died a hair’s breadth earlier. She didn’t refute the loss, instead sucking in her cheek.

“Shouldn’t have hesitated, hm.”

The second champion was Yasuo. Her pick.

She destroyed him. Jungkook hadn’t expected it at all. Swipe, swish, dodge. He missed his Q and she knocked him up and ulted him right under his tower. His champion died, and she died right after to the tower shot.

She snickered.

A muscle in Jungkook’s brow twitched. He fucking heard it. He glared at her over the monitor, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was picking her next champion.

Renekton versus Varus.

This was going to be easy. Why would she pick a melee champion into his ranged champion? She cracked her neck, moving her crocodile champion deftly to avoid his Piercing Arrows. No matter. She couldn’t avoid his multiple autoattacks. Jungkook had her cowering under her turret in minutes.  Varus was an archer and Renekton was only a big crocodile with a blade.

A big crocodile that dashed, sliced, stunned, ulted, and chased him to death.

Jungkook’s eyes went wide. She murdered him from full health to zero in seconds. His screen was gray, signaling his champion’s death. The crocodile stood in the center of the lane.

She tapped two keys and the crocodile started dancing.

Jungkook couldn’t even hear the cheers or the high-fives of his friends. He was livid, staring at this crocodile in a cowboy hat dancing on his screen. Taehyung and Jimin had to wrench him from his seat and push him to standing position. She was shaking her head as Seokjin led her in front of Jungkook, who had to be shoved onto his knees.

“It’s not necessary guys, I just got lucky–”

Jungkook gritted his teeth and lowered his head to the floor, saying it loud and clear.

“You’re the best.”

He raised his head with a sharp inhale and she looked apologetic as the chaos of laughter and cheers exploded around them.

Jungkook didn’t just hate her.

He loathed her.

-

Jeon Jungkook really did not want to be in front of this apartment for right now. In fact, he would rather take fifty-thousand volts straight to the nipples than stand in front of this specific apartment door, knowing he was going to knock on it soon. Seokjin's angry voice reigned in his head. 

"Yah! I'm asking you to do your hyung a favor! You live nearby and it's just lifting something heavy. She's your noona and she has wrist braces. I got called into work, so you have to do it. It'll take you two seconds!"

Jungkook didn't understand why it had to be now, on his day off, but Seokjin had said something about her being stubborn, and how she'll probably try anyway and injure herself. If Jungkook didn't have a conscience, he wouldn't have agreed, but he did. Hmph. She did buy him ramen that one time he asked even though she didn't have to. 

Jungkook sighed and mashed the intercom button. It was a pretty nice apartment, more high-end than his. He heard her voice through the door.

"No, Mom, I'm not going on a date with him! He literally sent me a shirtless picture, unprompted–"

The door was yanked open forcibly. Her phone was crammed against her ear, hair loose and messy instead of its usual ponytail, wearing a black League of Legends sweatshirt that looked self-cropped, paired with slinky maroon leggings. She looked flustered and irritated, furrowing her brows at him, as if she wasn't expecting him. 

And, fuck, her thighs and hips still looked deliciously juicy.

"He was skinny and hideous, so you would be very disappointed as a mother-in-law. We wouldn't make pretty kids," she said to the phone, rolling her eyes at the sky. There was an unintelligible yapping as she pressed her phone to her chest, frowning. "You're not Seokjin."

Jungkook shrugged. "He had to work. Asked me to come instead. You just need help lifting your new desktop tower, right?"

-

You knew your mom was going on and on about how she went through all that trouble asking her friend's friend for their son's number, which made it a perfect opportunity to address the young man in front of you right now. Baggy white long-sleeved shirt, gray sweatpants, chunky white sneakers that were impeccably pristine. Either they were new or he was a clean freak. All of his long black hair was tied into a ponytail, and he looked annoyed, although probably not as annoyed as you were with your mom right now. 

You had never really noticed before, but Jeon Jungkook had quite an attractive face. 

"I'm gonna install some extra fans in it, but yeah," you replied, sighing as your mom blurted out your full name, asking if you were listening. You groaned and shoved your phone back to your ear.

"Yes, Mom, I'm listening and, no, still not going on a date. Try again if you're so invested," you muttered as you waved Jungkook in. You gestured for him to take off his shoes. You threw up your hands as your mom accused you of keeping grandchildren from her. "Mom, I'm not going to marry a random guy just because you want to see some babies!" She accused you of being too picky. "How am I being picky? Look at Dad! You were obviously picky too!"

You turned around to see Jungkook inspecting the posters of League fan art and official art prints. Well, he wasn't telling you to get off the phone yet, so you went back to yelling at your mom. 

"What do you mean, he just showed up? Men do not just show up looking prefect and then you get married!" You puffed your cheeks. "I gotta go, Mom. I love you, but give it a rest. It'll happen when it happens."

Your mom shouted at you that she also loved you, but to get knocked up already, for fuck's sake.

You hung up, rubbing your temples. Jungkook was staring at your glass cases of figurines and keychains.

"Sorry about that," you sighed, placing your phone on your desk. "My mom likes to lay out prospective men to me like a platter of weird hor d'oeuvres nobody wants during the wedding reception because we're all waiting to eat actual dinner.”

Jungkook turned from the glass cases and raised an eyebrow. 

It was kind of cute actually. 

You shrugged and looked away, frowning. "You know how parents are. They think they know you, but they're living in a past generation."

"Why is your bed in your living room?" Jungkook asked suddenly, ignoring the entire conversation. That would have annoyed you, but you were already over your mom’s discussion anyway.

The layout of your apartment was front door, kitchen, to large studio space. Your bed was in the center, with your computer setup along the far wall. Two monitors, with a T1 gaming chair, large flat screen television at the foot of the bed, bookshelves and glass cases of stuff crammed all around it. You didn't have a couch, seating area, or even a spare table with a chair. 

You pointed to your computer desk. "So I can game." To the bed. "And then sleep." To the kitchen. "And maybe eat when I'm bored."

Jungkook blinked. "Grown-up of you."

"On the contrary," you countered, placing your hands on your hips. "Being an adult means you can do what you want. Why spend money on a couch you'll never use, when you can spend it on things you actually want?"

He pointed to all the memorabilia around him. "How much did you spend on all this?"

You winced. "Um, let's not talk about that." You pointed to the giant box in front of him. "It just arrived, so let me open it."

You turned around and bent down, rummaging around in the lower drawer of your white L-shaped desk. Your old desktop tower was already in Seokjin's apartment. He had asked earlier if he could salvage it for parts and you let him take it. The motherboard was fucked anyway and you and been wanting an upgrade for a while now. You found your switchblade and went over to the box. Jungkook's eyes widened as you knifed the box open. 

"Can I see that?"

"Mhm," you mumbled as you handed him the blade. 

"It's a fucking dragon, holy shit." He turned the blue chrome in his hand, amazed at the intricate detail of the scales and head. You opened the box excitedly, taking out the manual and packaging, gasping a little as you saw the matte white finish on the metal. 

"Where did you buy this?" Jungkook asked distractedly, closing it. 

"Friend gave it to me. They have different colors too. I'll send you the link if you want," you said as you tried to reach in to grab the desktop tower from the bottom, but it was such a deep box you had to get on your tiptoes.

"Er... s-sure..."

You frowned as your wrist braces got caught in the box. Dammit, you forgot to take them off. 

"Hey!"

You looked up to see Jungkook tossing your knife onto your bed, walking over to you. 

"I'm supposed to do that!"

You frowned at him. "Well, you weren't.” For some reason, his ears were red. It was kind of funny.

"Y-you didn't give me a chance!" He waved his arms. "Move."

You attempted to remove your hands. Nope. They were caught against some flap of packaging or cardboard. You yanked again, carefully, bouncing on your heels. Ack. 

"Erm..." you mumbled, embarrassed. "I'm stuck."

-

At this moment, Jungkook's brain was doing a lot of things. 

He was processing how she had a pretty cool apartment. Maybe he had been a little quick to judge. Her dragon switchblade was badass, after all.  He was also processing that she was single. Although not information Jungkook had been looking for, it was still information his brain (or rather, his dick) was excited about. And finally. 

Jungkook was processing that this woman with a juicy ass was bouncing it in the air as she struggled to retrieve her new gigantic tower from the box. She was basically unintentionally twerking. Jungkook's dick thought, that's fucking awesome, my dude! His brain thought, wait aren’t we supposed to be mad or something? At her declaration that she was stuck, Jungkook's brain told him he had two options.

Slap that ass or help. 

Since Jungkook didn't want to go to jail, he decided on the latter. 

He sighed dramatically, trying to cover up the fact that he had been staring ever since she started bending over, and placed his hands on the corner of the large box. 

"Sheesh," he muttered.

"Hey, what if it falls–"

Jungkook ripped the box open from the corner. 

"Oi!"

Another, smaller box that had been jammed into the side of the desktop tumbled to the ground, along with more packaging. Jungkook saw the Velcro of her black wrist braces – they must have been caught in the tight spacing. She clung into the desktop tower like a monkey, clutching it tightly. His eyes widened seeing the hardware. Wow. The case was something else, matte white metal with a multifaceted black glass front, scattering light as he turned his head. It was a sexy case and by the looks of the receipt that fluttered out – holy shit! – an even sexier build. 

"Damn, that's fucking beautiful," Jungkook breathed. 

"Fuck yeah, it is," she sighed, hugging it. "This is what making money is all about."

There was a long moment as Jungkook watched her make happy noises. It was so cute that he didn't really want to stop her. But then he remembered he was supposed to hate her. Well, not supposed to, but rather he decided he did for... well the reason seemed kind of stupid now, but, whatever, he was sticking with it, however foolish it was. 

“Alright, move, let me lift it,” Jungkook said, somewhat crossly. It sounded harsher than he intended, but he was supposed to loathe her… and he hadn’t been doing a very good job of showing it so far for some reason. He wasn’t regretting it or anything!

She frowned, retreating her hands a little, but still holding the top. “Come here so I can make sure you have a good grip on it.”

Jungkook grumbled and leaned down to place his arms around the tower. He felt her breath against his forehead for a split second before she squatted down to see if he had a secure hold on it. He found himself eye to eye with her, pulse roaring in his ears.

“G-give me some space.”

She frowned at him.

Jungkook frowned back, adding, “Trust me, okay?”

She puffed her cheeks. Then she sighed, standing up. “Okay. Put it on the bed first so I can open it to remove the packaging inside.”

Jungkook hoisted it up, somewhat surprised that it really was heavy. It cut into his hands a bit as he lifted it. He set his jaw and shuffled slightly, placing the tower on the bed, tipping it onto its side.

“Other side. I can’t open it from this one.”

Jungkook clicked his tongue and flipped it over, careful not to jostle it too much. He turned to see her bending over to pick up the extra fallen box. She stood up and he looked away quickly. What was wrong with him? She was just an attractive woman. Who was also good at video games. And also, single. And clearly devoted to the things she liked. Maybe too devoted.

It made him a little jealous, to be honest.

He sat down on her bed, watching her grab a pocket screwdriver from her desk and expertly unscrew the side panel. Her teeth caught her lower lip as she focused, taking it off carefully and placing it beside her. He waited as she pulled out each piece of expandable foam. Jungkook wasn’t the type of guy who was focused only on one thing. He was a jack-of-all-trades, but a master of none. Being proficient at a lot of things might have tamed his ambition to pursue just one.

This also applied to women in his life, to some degree.

“Why have you played League for so long?”

She was opening the extra box, pulling out the extra fans. “Game is always being patched, always changing. You barely play the same version every year. Some people hate that shit,” she chuckled. “But not me. I love readapting and relearning.”

Jungkook frowned. “Isn’t it a pain in the ass?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Everything grows. Everyone changes. You stay the same, you phase out of relevance.”

Those words stuck to him. He furrowed his brows as she worked. What was she so wise for? What was she so cool for? Why couldn’t she just be boring, annoying, or stupid? Maybe then his reasons for not liking her would seem less frivolous. He sucked on his teeth, seeing how skillfully her fingers worked despite the wrist braces. It was obvious she knew what she was doing.

“Why spend so much?” Jungkook scoffed. “You don’t need a build this good to play League.”

She shrugged. “I play other games too. And besides,” she added, eyes flickering to him, narrowing. “It’s my money.” Her eyes flashed. “I wanted it. I got it.”

He felt his heart leap to his throat. Why was she having this effect on him? It was pissing him off. Her eyes lowered again as she screwed another fan in.

“If you want to go home, door is right there. I can do this myself.”

Jungkook snorted. “You can’t lift that thing.”

“So why are you being a prick?” she shot back, cocking an eyebrow. She placed the screwdriver down and glared at him, flexing her wrist. “You never liked me, Jungkook. I know you don’t. I don’t know why Seokjin sent you, considering he can probably tell too.” She cracked her neck, the sound splitting through the air. She smirked, sending a chill down his spine.

“That’s why I target you every game. You’re hilarious when you lose.”

-

You could see your words were working Jungkook up, vein popping out in his forehead. Hmph, serves him right. Who did he think he was, questioning why you did the things you do? He didn’t know you. He didn’t even try to know you, not that it mattered. You were simply annoyed that he kept prodding you for no reason at all.

“Those were my stomping grounds,” Jungkook growled disdainfully. “That was my PC bang, until you showed up for a few weeks to win everyone over.”

You laughed.

Disbelievingly, arching an eyebrow. “Are you serious?” you snickered. He was getting angrier and angrier but you didn’t care, still laughing. “That’s why you’re a dick to me? Because I’m so much better at League of Legends than you are? Because I won a couple games at a public PC bang? Hate to break it to you, but there are tons of people better than me.”

Jungkook scowled, looking away from you. Didn’t matter now. You were on a roll.

“Or is it because I’m a girl?” you taunted. “Your fragile male ego can’t handle that I’m better than you, hm?” You scoffed, replacing the side panel and screwing it back on. “Pathetic.”

“Shut up.” Jungkook snapped his head back, snarling. “I hate you.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“You and your attitude, you and your generosity, you and your charisma,” he hissed, lifting himself off the bed. With his long hair tied back, you could visibly see his anger flaring in his dark eyes. “Cool, confident, smart – fuck you.” He was advancing, but to you he was a puppy yapping away, all bark and no bite. “And to make it worse, you’re fucking hot as hell too.”

Now you raised both eyebrows, but Jungkook was ignoring you, hands balled into fists, looking unashamedly down your body, fixated on your hips and thighs.

“I hate it,” he growled. “I hate that I have no good reason to hate you and I hate that I want to touch you. I hate that I want to fuck you and make you scream my name, and I hate that you make me feel this way. I fucking loathe you.”

Jungkook made eye contact with you again. Chest heaving, eyes glaring, jaw clenched, entire body trembling with fury. He was taller than you, bigger than you, stronger than you. You knew that, he knew that. But you were far too seasoned to be frightened by this display.

Jeon Jungkook was just a peacock.

You crossed your arms and shifted your weight to one hip, using your right index finger to point.

“The tower goes on the desk, far left.”

You waited. You were fully prepared for Jungkook to flip you the bird and stomp out. Prepared for him to yell at you some more. Or attempt to touch you. Your switchblade was still on the bed, within your reach. You weren’t dumb.

But Jungkook surprised you.

He sucked in a deep breath and turned away from you, carefully picking up the desktop and adjusting it so the weight was distributed evenly before he lifted it off the bed. You watched as he carried it to your desk, cautious to lift it high enough so it didn’t hit the side of the table. You picked up your tools, putting them on the nightstand as he slid the tower into place.

“Here?” he said gruffly, not looking at you.

“Yeah,” you replied, still keeping your distance from him.

It looked good, white tower on your white desk with your white peripherals. If only they made the monitors you liked in white too. At least the black glass accents on the desktop matched the black monitors. Your temporarily forget about Jungkook’s outburst and grabbed the power cord, eager to plug your new desktop in.

Jungkook moved out of the way as you knelt to dive under the desk. You had a system to hide the cords that involved a narrow, hinged cabinet underneath your desk. You got on your knees, rearranging the cords neatly, retrieving the cables of your mouse and keyboard. You couldn’t wait to have a working computer again.

-

Jungkook couldn’t believe she had nothing to say to his confession. Nothing. Not even disgust at his spiteful, dirty words. She was just absorbed in her new computer, ass and thighs in his vision once again as she rummaged underneath her desk, making him wonder about how it would be like to take her from behind.

Probably amazing.

She finally stood up, giving him a surprised look as she noticed he was still there.

“That’s it. You can go home now,” she remarked absentmindedly as she shifted the tower to plug in all the cables. “You know where the door is.”

A muscle in his eye twitched. She tucked hair behind her right ear, the silver chain from her cartilage to her earlobe glittering in the apartment lights. Fuck, why did he want to stare at her so much? Why did he want to apologize and say he was sorry for being an asshole? She wasn’t even asking for an apology or even acknowledging him and he was desperate to be accepted.

“I want to see you turn it on,” Jungkook muttered. “You got RGB lights, didn’t you?”

She chuckled. “You know it.”

He waited, watching her install everything. After a moment, she turned back and walked towards him. His heart thumped erratically in his chest, but she reached past him, taking the other box off the bed and placing it on the desk. Jungkook frowned. She found what she was looking for and continued, oblivious to his inner struggle. Plugged her two HDMIs in, snapped in the Ethernet. Combined the cables with cord trappers and neatly arranged them.

He had nothing else better to do, that’s all. That was the only reason he was there. Jungkook wasn’t feeling remorseful or anything. He found himself twisting his hands in his lap anxiously. Stupid. Ugh, he felt so fucking dumb.

-

You scratched your head. Was that everything? Seemed like it. You chewed on your lip before pressing the monitor buttons. Hesitated for half a second, finger hovering over the desktop.

You pressed the power button.

The computer hummed, lights glimmering in a steady rainbow. Your lips parted, seeing the mechanical monster come to life. You grinned. The ASUS ROG keychain on your headset stand now matched your computer. Was it overkill? Fuck yeah it was, but so were you.

You reached over to the remote attached to the wall and pressed the button. The RGB lights behind your computer glowed, matching the new tower.

“That’s sexy as fuck.”

You ignored to Jungkook’s gasps behind you, grabbing your chair to pull it up to your desk, typing quickly to start the setup. It was much faster than your last computer. Investing in a better motherboard was definitely worth.

“You’re insane,” Jungkook said behind you. His elbow rested on the back of your chair as he watched. At this point you had already picked a password. “You named your computer Elder Dragon?”

You smiled. “I like dragons.”

He chuckled, the vibration tickling your ear. He wouldn’t be surprised at the first thing you downloaded, even before Chrome. League of Legends was already downloading before you got to Google Chrome.

“You’re predictable.”

“Not as predictable as you.”

He stiffened at your response.

Maybe it was time to address the elephant in the room. You inhaled deeply and pushed away from your desk, breaking his hold on your gaming chair. Elbow resting on the armrest, cheek against your fist. Now that you were sitting down, your thighs spread out on the seat, straining against the maroon fabric of your leggings.

“Listen here, Jungkook,” you started, stressing his name. “I don’t care if you hate me. Maybe you thought you were some king that got dethroned or something. Don’t care. I have no reason to go to that PC bang anymore, thanks to my new friend here.” You patted your new computer. “My whole intent was only to visit and get my League fix. So, you can go back to your kingdom without having to worry about me.” You cocked your chin, locking eyes with him, fearless. You gestured all around you. “I like what I like. I am what I am.”

You stood up, getting into his face.

Didn’t matter if for a second you thought he was still quite handsome. He was just a petty idiot who needed to be put back into his place. And you had no problem humbling a man. You brought your face close to his.

“Not my fault if you turn me into a character in your head and make me something I’m not.”

He was breathing shallowly, dark brown orbs locked with yours, deer-in-headlights look on his face. You had his full attention. You narrowed your eyes, searching his expression, wondering what he was thinking. Well, you could guess. Your lips curved into a slow smile as you witnessed the blush from his ears creeping to his cheeks.

“You’re all talk, little bunny,” you whispered, making sure your breath lingered on his lips. “How about you run on home with your tail between your legs and stay out of the wolf’s den?”

Jungkook’s eyes flashed, the brown deepening to black as he lowered his head.

“I’m no appetizer, noona,” he growled softly. “I’m the fucking dinner you’ve been waiting for.”

You smirked. “You couldn’t fill my belly with your tiny bunny body.”

And then you shoved him.

You shoved him, because you could. Because why not? These past couple weeks hanging with Seokjin and his friends had been fun. Fun, except for Jeon Jungkook and his apparent distaste for you that was just poorly shrouded lust. But why did you care? He was acting like a kid with a temper tantrum and you didn’t have to take that shit.

You didn’t have to and you weren’t going to.

Jungkook tried to grab your wrist but you darted out of the way, pushing him again. He stumbled backwards towards your bed and you hooked your shin behind his knees. His eyes widened and he tripped, falling backward onto the bed with a loud flump. Instantly, you jabbed your finger into his chest, standing between his open legs. He froze, staring up at you.

You curled your lip, pressing your fingertip into his sternum. Your nail dug into his shirt and Jungkook gasped sharply, transfixed by your reigning gaze.

“Bang,” you breathed. “Got you, little bunny.”

-

This was not the position Jungkook expected to be in.

Didn’t really matter though, because his dick was certainly not complaining.

She removed her finger from his chest and surveyed him through her lashes. He stiffened as she raised her hands, spreading her fingers out elegantly, cocking her head at him. Then she ran them down his white shirt, nails grazing against his torso. The gasps tore out of him involuntarily, his spine arching at the delicate touch, eyelids fluttering. His breathing hitched as she reached his thighs.

“You’re a liar, Jungkook.”

He pried his eyes open, not sure when he closed them. Her hands clasped the outside of his thighs and pushed them inward, pressing them against her own. He nearly moaned. Even though the layers of clothing, Jungkook could feel the softness of her thighs, bowing and spilling over his muscular ones. It was such a stark, sensual contrast that for a brief moment, he forgot that he had pride. He just tensed his thighs, staring at hers and the pronounced v-line of her crotch, so turned on that his dick was making a tent and blocking his damn view.

She leaned down, placing her forearms on his chest lazily, her right hand on his heart, tapping slowly.

“You sure you hate me?” She inspected her nails before letting her eyes flicker back to his flushed, torn expression. “Or what was the word you used? Loathe?”

He was breathing hard. She rose and fell with his chest. She pressed her hips into his and he groaned, rolling his crotch into hers. She cocked an eyebrow, not reacting otherwise.

“Fuck,” Jungkook hissed, pressing his head back into her sheets. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I know it’s stupid. I know it is, but I can’t help it,” he panted, inching to put his hands on her, but not doing it because he was clinging onto his icy pride that was slowly dissolving in her heat.

His heart was racing so fast that he felt lightheaded.

-

You raised your right hand off his heart.

Then you placed your fingers on his throat, walking them up his hot skin, tapping his Adam’s apple. Jungkook’s body jumped under you, exhaling a hot breath. You snickered, continuing your way upward, up his chin, trailing his cheekbone. Then you slid your hand up his temple, leaning down more, pressing his erection into his lower stomach.

You looked into his dark brown eyes, pupils blown wide, pink lips quivering.

“My mom would never pick a guy like you,” you murmured softly, stroking his hairline. “Too young, too headstrong, too childish.” His chest was against your chest, your breasts pressed against his sculpted pecs. “But you want to know a secret?”

Jungkook blinked at you, licking his lips.

“What?” he finally got out in a breathless whisper. He had a lovely voice.

You tilted your head, lips getting closer and closer to his.

“Guys like you always want women like me,” you purred. “And I think we’d make pretty babies, don’t you?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened as you curled your hand around his head, lips suddenly against his, kissing him deeply. He smelled nice, clean like fabric softener. You felt his hands find your waist, pulling you closer, eyes closing as he moaned into your kiss.

It wasn’t like the kisses other men gave you. Those were fumbling, nervous kisses, intimated by your aura. It didn’t matter if you initiated or not, men were always scared of you when it came to sex. It made you resort to one-night stands and fleeting flings, which probably explained your mom’s adamant thought process that you were doing it on purpose. You weren’t. You could just tell you were too much for most guys and they wouldn’t be faithful to you.

But this was not so with Jungkook.

Jungkook kissed you like you were oxygen, hands gripping your waist for dear life, tongue tracing your lips, taking your breath away. You could tell he had a complex set of emotions, and he worked through them as he kissed you, lost in your taste, gasping as you breathed into his mouth.

His fingers slipped to your leggings and grasped the waistband tightly, yanking them up. You flinched slightly, drawing back a little.

“You trying to give me a damn camel toe or what?” you grimaced as you felt him pull harder.

Jungkook smirked. “I am.”

You raised an eyebrow as he looked down, groaning at the visual effect.

“Fuck, look, it’s so fucking sexy,” he breathed, biting his lip so hard you saw his skin turn white. “You always wear such tight pants, ugh, it makes me so fucking horny looking at you.” His hands slid down your hips, squeezing them, almost drooling.

You chuckled. “My pants aren’t tight. The fashion industry just doesn’t make my pant size.”

Jungkook raised himself from the bed and you backed up, not wanting to knock into him. You couldn’t go far though, because he had a death grip on your thighs, sinking his fingers into your flesh, desperate noises deep in his throat.

“Then I’m grateful for them, because you look amazing in leggings,” he panted, pressing his forehead against yours, still staring down at you. His hands slid up to your ass, swallowing hard as he kneaded you. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful ass in my entire life.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders, losing your balance slightly with his touch.

His eyes rose, locking with yours. “But you know that, don’t you?”

You knew he could see the mischievous glint in your eyes. “Hm?”

Jungkook set his jaw. He suddenly withdrew one of his hands and smacked your ass. The sound was so loud that it reverberated off your apartment walls.

And you didn’t move, unfazed, still smirking, skin stinging.

“Yeah, you fucking know,” Jungkook growled. “That’s why every top you wear is cropped.”

You chuckled. “Only when I’m relaxing. I put that shit away at work.”

He pressed his lips to yours, kissing you again, softer this time, but just as erotic, tongue rubbing against yours, whispering your name against your lips, ignoring honorifics. He wasn’t very good with them to begin with and you doubted he was going to start now with the way he was manhandling your ass.

It was nice kissing Jungkook. You could get used to this.

You ran your hands up his neck, ruining his perfect ponytail a little, nipping at his lower lip.

“Maybe it’s better this way,” you murmured, kissing his jaw, pulling his head back by the hair to expose his throat. “I can skip the whole you sending me an unsolicited shirtless picture, and you don’t have to sit around and hate jack off to my ass.”

You felt Jungkook freeze up beneath you as you licked his neck, speaking into his skin. His Adam’s apple trembled under your lips. You smirked.

“Unless you already have.”

“Er…”

You traced his neck, breathing onto his shivering skin.

“I’m going to give you a hickey, so I really hope you don’t have someone you’re trying to impress.”

He dug his fingers into your ass, pressing you into his crotch.

“Only you.”

You licked his skin and blew on it, making him shudder. “Maybe a few then,” you whispered.

Lips on his throat, kissing up and down, catching his skin in between your teeth, sucking hard and licking the irritated skin softly. Jungkook was humping your hips now, moaning desperately, but you ignored him, making out with his neck, littering it with red and purple love marks until he was gasping for air, begging you by name.

“Need more…” he panted. “Need to see more of you.”

You leaned back to inspect your handiwork of bruises, all over his neck, seeing his disheveled face, strands of black all over his forehead, cheeks hollowed out, mouth open, eyes hooded with lust.

Smirk on your lips.

“You sure? Don’t want to save any surprises for later?”

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you, grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”

And he yanked up, so forcefully that you had to tip your head back and raise your hands up to avoid getting caught in the fabric as he pulled it up and over your head. You wore simple underwear, as seamless as possible. Your black bra was molded to your chest, cupping your breasts. He tossed the sweatshirt aside, and you placed your right wrist in your left hand, stretching it out under the brace.

You had a feeling you might need to use your hands with this one.

Jungkook tried to reach for your bra but you slapped his hands away, pushing him down again, looking down your nose at him.

“Listen here, little bunny.”

Your lips curved into an authoritative smirk.

“You may have called the shots with all those former flings you’ve had. But this is my kingdom. Be careful. The shooters get shot here.” You placed your fingertips on his shirt, bunching it up, smirk widening as his breathing hitched. “Anything you do to me, it’s because I let you do it to me.”

You gripped his shirt and lifted it up, all the way to his collarbones. Not touching him, hovering your fingertips over his heaving chest.

“Don’t you forget it.”

Then you dropped to your knees and yanked his pants down.

-

Jungkook’s cock was so hard that it slapped him in the lower belly as she flung his gray sweatpants off. He gasped at the uncomfortable recoil, feeling the pre-cum smear onto his skin. He had a lot of smart remarks prepared, but they all vanished as she forced his thighs apart, nipping at the sensitive skin in between his thighs and crotch.

“Fuck!”

Her tongue slapped his balls, swiping back and forth, growling his name. Nails digging into his flexed muscle, chuckling as she sucked one of his balls into her mouth, his cock hitting her nose, dripping pre-cum onto her forehead.

He had never been assaulted like this. For sure, Jungkook definitely still wanted to plow his dick right into her pussy and slap her ass at the same time. But at least once in his life, he wanted a girl to rip his pants down and have their way with him. The girls he knew always wanted him to take over, always wanted him to initiate. Ex-girlfriends always asked him to lead.

He was cool with that, but it was still a fantasy.

A fantasy that was literally being fulfilled right now by someone Jungkook’s petty little brain decided he hated and Jungkook was beginning to think he was actually a fucking idiot.

Her mouth opened and her tongue stuck out, glistening with saliva. It collected on the tip of her tongue and she wiggled it slightly in his vision. At some point, he had gotten to his elbows so he could stare down at her. He had no idea when that happened or why, but his body was in another dimension now as she gripped his dick and let the saliva dribble down. It plopped onto the swollen, red head, trickling down his thick length.

“Don’t tease me,” Jungkook growled.

Her tongue darted out and licked him once. He gasped, clutching her sheets.

“Maybe that’s all I’m gonna do,” she mocked, smacking her lips right next to the head. He moaned, feeling the heat of her breath. She reached back and unhooked her bra with one hand. His eyes were glued to her chest as she retreated her hand, bra straps falling down her shoulders. “What makes you think you deserve to cum after you’ve been such a prick to me?”

She let the bra fall and he sucked in a breath, seeing the swell of her breasts, perfect nipples sticking out. She noticed him watching and pulled lightly at them, engorging them a little more.

“Fuck…”

She slid forward, collecting more saliva on her tongue. Pushed her breasts together, creating a crevice of cleavage that his cock fitted into, lacing her fingers over the top because of his thickness. She opened her mouth, saliva dripping down, smacking his cock with slickness, splashing over her tits.

Alright, now Jungkook could officially say any reason he had for hating her was stupid as shit.

She cocked her head, body rolling into his dick.

His eyelids fluttered, moan so long and lustful that all he could do was stare at the ceiling, cock throbbing into her slick, wet skin. So soft, so pleasurable as she tit-fucked him nice and slow, letting him enjoy the sensation of the head popping into her breasts and then popping out, fingertips adding to the sensation as they held him in place.

“Heh, look at you, so dirty and needy.” If Jungkook had his sanity, he would be pissed that she was mocking him, but she was speeding up, tightening her grip around his dick, breasts squashing against his stiffness. “Poor little bunny wants to cum so bad, doesn’t he? You wanna cum all over these tits, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, please, fuck, fuck…”

The bottom of her breasts was smacking his balls, coating them with wetness, stimulating them too. He couldn’t think, could barely breathe. Her jaw clenched, eyebrow arching.

“Should I let you? Hm, Jungkook?” 

Faster, tighter, fuck, fuck, fuck, he was so fucking close. Was that pathetic whining of please don’t stop, please, please, fuck, don’t stop him? He couldn’t tell anymore, his eyes fixated on her face and her tits and the purple-red head of his cock disappearing and reappearing in her cleavage. 

“Maybe if you promise to scream my name when you cum, hm? Since you hate me so much and all. Let the neighbors know who made you feel so good. Nice and loud, so they know how much you want me and my body.”

She was slowing down, oh no, oh no, oh fuck…

“Anything,” he gasped out. “I’ll scream for you, please, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

She did stop, for a split second, and Jungkook nearly sobbed, and then actually felt tears spring into his eyes when her hot mouth took over, enveloping his throbbing cock. So wet, so tight, so much stimulation as she sucked him into the back of her throat, so deep that he felt the tears leak down, throwing his head back as she deep-throated him. It was so intense, the way she hollowed out her cheeks and choked the head. It cut off his climb to orgasm a little and prolonged it, edging him as he felt his stomach flip-flop, confused on what to do or how to react to his dick being, well, manhandled like a little bitch.

It felt amazing.

Her hands gripped his thighs, holding him down as she sucked him off, tongue pressing him into the roof of her mouth. His hands snaked down, grasping at her hair, meeting her descent with an extra push of his palm so the sensitive head rammed the back of her throat. She growled a little but didn’t stop, increasing the speed and the suction. He was losing his mind, thinking back to all those moments when he was home, fucking his own hand because all he could think about was her ass and what it would feel like to rub his cock between her buttocks, but fuck, he should have been thinking about her lips, because, holy hell, was there ever a hotter image than her plump lips swallowing him whole?

Her name tore out of his throat, slightly shrill and booming against the walls, filling up the entire space with his voice. His cock exploded and it knocked the wind out of his lungs, turning his shout into a long wail as he felt it violently jerk in her mouth, pumping his orgasm down her throat. She swallowed it, vulgar gulping accompanying his dying gasps.

Jungkook had never came so hard in his entire life.

Maybe he should have been ashamed with how easily he had been commanded into this submissive position, but he was too busy enjoying the instant softness of the once demanding mouth wrapped around his cock, tongue suddenly ghosting around the head, wrapping it with so much spit that her lips glossed over his scorching skin.

“S-so good… Fuck, you’re so good…”

She lapped at his cock, delicate lengthy licks. Pleasure wafted over him, blanketing him as her tongue encased the pulsating head.

Jungkook’s eyes opened slowly. His vision was almost hazy with how euphoric he felt. He reached up and wiped his eyes, surprised to find tears and sweat mixed together.

-

You released him from your mouth. Your throat and jaw ached, but you still grinned, seeing his stunned expression and glazed eyes. Those dark brown orbs drifted to you, his chest shuddering. He looked good like this. Sprawled out on your bed, used, spent.

You wondered if you would also look good if the positions were reversed.

You stood up. Your tits and chin were caked with pre-cum and saliva. His eyes widened as he saw your body, chest bare and messy, leggings still tight against your hips, the middle seam digging into your pussy, causing the lips to puff around it.

And you stared at him, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, ponytail mussed, white shirt collected around his pecs, muscles rippling with every breath. Gray sweatpants bunched around his ankles, having had no time to remove them. Thick thighs tense, cock and balls so pretty you were quite sure they were the most attractive genitals you had ever seen.

Smirk on your lips.

Hm, maybe you would have to thank Seokjin for sending this punk to do his bidding.

“That’s all you got, little bun?” you teased. You gripped the sides of your leggings, pulling them up harder. It hurt a little, but that didn’t bother you. The hungry look in Jungkook’s eyes was more than enough to make up for it. You rocked your hips, stretching the fabric over your folds. He groaned at your action; eyes fixated in between your legs.

“So predictable,” you taunted. “You little snack wasn’t enough for the hungry wolf.” You ran your tongue over your teeth, curling your fingers around the top of your leggings. Slowly slipping them down, down your waist. Jungkook was frozen, staring at you. Your panties were stuck to your leggings. Part of you wanted them to stay put, but such was the way of such tight pants. Oh well. You lowered your voice, tone turning imposing.

“Don’t touch me until I let you.”

You snapped your teeth sharply, stopping right before your pussy was revealed. He could only see the top of your mound, straining against the waistband. You turned around, showing him the plushness of your ass pouring over the tightness. You turned your head back to see him moaning softly, cock already hardening.

You grinned.

“This is the throne you want to sit on, isn’t it?”

And then you shoved your leggings down, bending over to step out of them. Your juices snapped against your thighs, sloppy and viscous. You heard Jungkook sit up and you snapped back around, narrowing your eyes at him. He grabbed fistfuls of his white shirt, shaking his head furiously.

“I wasn’t going to touch you,” he gritted out, knuckles white. “I only wanted a better view.”

Your eyes flickered to the clothing in his hands.

“Take it off.”

He hurried to obey, yanking it up and over his head. Your eyes widened.

You had seen a little of his tattoos because he had a few tiny ones on his hand. But he had more, all up his right arm, song lyrics, flowers, a skeleton hand with the rock-and-roll salute, and more. You sort of pegged him as the typical pretty boy who got tattoos because they were trendy, but his tattoos were well-done, with obvious thought put into the black ink on his light brown skin.

Also, he was ripped which, admittedly, was very nice.

His dark eyes opened, brows furrowed, jaw clenched, a picturesque specimen of a fucking attractive man who was very desperate to fuck you. Jeon Jungkook was a whole damn meal.

And he wanted you to devour him.

You licked your lips.

Yum.

-

For a split second, Jungkook realized her eyes were exploring his body with awe. He smirked. She was human after all. Then her eyes hardened, tongue running over her lips. Her leg lifted and she placed it beside him on the bed, sliding the other between his open thighs. Hand on his right shoulder, nails digging into his skin. His breath caught in his throat.

Fuck.

He had to memorize this picture of her body hovering over him, muscles taut and ready to pounce, the curve of her waist-to-ass so prominent because of her pose, pussy glistening with arousal, tits and nipples caked with pre-cum and saliva, and the look in her eyes, flint-like and predatory, so very voracious that he shivered in delight.

Her thumb came up and pressed against his lower lip.

“Well,” she murmured softly, teasing smile forming on her lips. “Maybe I could stand a shirtless picture from you.”

Jungkook grinned as she removed her hand. “Oh?”

She cocked her head, mischief in her eyes. “I only said maybe.”

Her fingers danced down her side, tracing the shape of her ribcage, waist, to hips. His eyes followed the movement, dancing inward, crawling closer and closer to her heat. He could smell it, the strong scent of sex. Damnnit. He had to convince her somehow to let him touch her. His fingers itched to dip into that honey dripping between her thighs.

“Looks like you have a leakage there,” he breathed, eyes flickering back to her face. “I could help.”

She smirked.

Fuck.

She slid her fingers in between her folds, smearing her juices all over them. The slightest hint of a moan gracing his ears paired with the lewd squelch of her fingers digging into her pussy, scooping it out.

“You are…” Jungkook swallowed hard. “Way freakier than I thought.”

Her fingers pulled out, shiny and slick with her wetness. She raised them up to his face, centimeters away from his nose, letting him smell her. He inhaled sharply, shuddering. He couldn’t describe it, except that it was the most arousing scent he had ever encountered.

She lowered her hand and took his with her clean one, placing it on her hip. Finally, fuck. He sank his fingers into her flesh, moaning at the feeling of her smooth skin and soft plushness. His body jolted as her fingertips touched his cock, smearing her juices all over the sensitive head.

“A-ah…” He whimpered her name, hand sliding back and gripping her ass. Oh, God. Her lubrication on his cock paired with the satisfying feeling of finally having his hands on this perfect ass was making him hard, throbbing against the slickness. She rubbed her juices all over him, sliding his length between her fingers, so slippery but so good. She gripped him, stroking him slowly, the wrist brace cutting into him a little but he didn’t care, lost in her eyes.

“You gonna let me use this cock, little bunny?” she purred, leaning in, looking at him through her lashes. Her eyebrow ticked, licking her lips. “Not that you have a choice, since you’re mine now.”

His heartbeat ricocheted at her words.

“Am I? Who decided that?” he growled, trying to sound more unaffected than he felt.

Her head dipped down, right next to his ear. Hot breath on his earlobe, making him shiver.

“I did.”

A burning shudder electrified him at her words.

“I did, because your other hand has somehow found its way to my ass, you bad little bunny.”

Oh fuck. She was right. He was massaging her ass with both hands now, spreading the cheeks, smacking them back together. Breathing shallow, erratic, so turned on that his head was cloudy and hazy as if he was drunk.

“Since you like my ass so much, I’ll let you fuck me from behind.”

The moan that he emitted was animalistic and feral. He dug his nails into her flesh, creating crescents of lust on her skin.

“I’m a generous wolf, aren’t I?” she chuckled darkly.

-

You released him again and moved around him, crawling onto the bed. Jungkook spun around, following your ass, entranced, so hard that his thick cock was bobbing in the air with his movement. He was sweating a little from your relentless teasing and every muscle was tense, rippling with movement, pupils blown so wide his eyes looked black. His ponytail bounced slightly above him.

This was going to be good.

You reached over to your nightstand, opening the drawer and throwing a condom at him. He caught it with one hand, raising an eyebrow.

“You fuck that often?”

You smirked. “What are men good for but fucking?”

Jungkook cocked his head, matching your smirk. “Lifting heavy things.”

Ah, touché. You got on your knees, wiggling your hips at him. He sucked in a tight breath. You heard the condom being ripped open. You placed your hands on the bed and looked back at him, him and his ravenous dark eyes, completely focused on your form, pink lips wet and glistening. You flexed your pussy, opening and closing your silt and he gasped, hissing your name.

“You won’t need any other man after me,” he snarled, scooting himself forward and grabbing your hips roughly. “I guarantee it.”

You felt the head press against your silt. You bit your lip, feeling him rub it against you, teasing you. The only moment he had control over, so you let him have it. You could tell he wanted you to beg for it, to plead for him, but you simply balanced your chin on the back of your hand, body twisted slightly, looking amused at him.

“You going to play around, Jeon Jungkook, or are you going to fuck this pussy the way you’ve always dreamed of?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “You couldn’t take it.”

“You couldn’t give it,” you countered.

You saw his brows furrow in anger and he shoved his cock into you with one swift stroke. You had to bite the inside of your cheek so you wouldn’t react as surprised as you actually were. Fuck! He filled you all the way to your cervix, the position probably helping, and he was thick, stretching you out considering you hadn’t done any prior prep before. You steeled your gaze, smirking smugly as you saw his eyelids flutter closed, gasping at your tightness, fingertips bruising your skin with how tightly he was holding you.

Any pain you felt only heightened the pleasure of Jungkook’s cock throbbing inside you.

You squeezed his length and he hissed, clenching his jaw. His eyes opened, staring down at you, trying to control you, but he had no power here. It didn’t matter if he was dick-deep inside your pussy and clenching your ass, looking so fucking good with his tattoos flexed and his delicious abs and pecs glistening in your overhead lights.

“I told you,” you said slowly, clenching around him with every word, making him gasp. “This is my kingdom.”

And then you rolled your hips into his crotch. Jungkook moaned, head tipping back, ponytail bobbing as you smacked your ass into him, his balls hitting your clit satisfyingly, making you smear your wetness all over them. He locked his thighs and you fucked him from below, slapping your hips together, your soft thighs against his hard muscular ones, such a wonderful juxtaposition that even your breathing deepened, enjoying the feeling of using his large, thick cock like a tool.

“Why are y-you so fucking tight?” he groaned. “F-fuck, I can’t, I can’t…”

“You fucking will,” you growled menacingly. “Come on, Jungkook.” His head rolled forward, eyes glazed over and you brought his focus back with your demands. “I thought you hated me? Hm? Thought you hated how much you wanted me?”

His jaw clenched, veins appearing on his neck.

“Spank my ass then. Punish me.”

Your eyes bore into his.

“Little bunny.”

He growled your name, raising his hand and smacking your ass, hard. Your body jerked at the force, skin stinging painfully, but you just cackled, enjoying the pain, relishing in his frustration. Still fucking him back with every slap, his open palm creating a huge red mark, but it felt so good, so hot and intense, getting you wetter and wetter. It made you feel powerful, knowing that you could provoke him, knowing that you could push all his buttons so that Jungkook was giving you the hardest, roughest, most gratifying fuck of your life, obscene and loud and far too much for the middle of the afternoon, but neither of you cared, pleasure erupting in your lower stomach as you came all over his cock, squeezing him so hard he stopped spanking your ass to grip onto your hips, forcing you to hold still so he could feel it massage him all over.

“Shit,” Jungkook gasped. “Fuck, I almost came, oh God, your tight little pussy feels so good when you cum for me…”

He was edging himself with your pussy. Your heartbeat raced at the thought. There was absolutely no way you were going to let this be the last fuck between you two. You would chain him to the bed if you had to.

“Your ass is red,” he choked out, staring at it.

“You’re welcome.”

He chuckled, inhaling sharply as he began to thrust into you, slowly. “Fuck, I’m so hard. It almost hurts, that’s how fucking hard I am for you.” His eyes drifted up your back, to your eyes watching him, head twisted back to admire the image. His face was flushed, sweat glistening on his forehead. You squeezed him as he slowly fucked you and he gritted his teeth.

“Please…”

You could tell Jungkook was pushing all of his pride down, the words being torn from him because of your pussy clamping down around his cock, dragging the words out.

“Please let me cum,” he rasped out, glaring at you heatedly, knowing he had to say it so that you even consider it. “Please, noona, fuck…” You matched his slow thrusts, pressing back into him and his expression changed, frantic as he dug his nails into your ass, adding pinpricks of pain. “Let me cum, please, I need it…”

His begging eyes reflected your form like glass. The mole underneath his lower lip trembled. You could tell he was losing his mind a little with how long you were making him wait for an answer. Your lips curved into a wicked smile.

“You’re going to have to fuck me harder than that if you want me to scream for you.”

He whined, obliging you, but his brows were furrowed, chewing his lip raw to prevent himself from orgasming. Hs hips rammed into you and you locked your knees as he fucked you hard into your own bed, flaring pleasure radiating up from your core. You moaned, finally letting yourself enjoy it, hands clutching your pillows. His large, swollen cock rubbed against your walls, veins imprinting into you as he smacked your cervix with the head, trying to go as deep and as hard as possible, practically spearing you in half.

“Ah, yes, Jungkook, fuck, that’s it, give it to me…”

“Need you to scream my name,” he half-snarled, half-pleaded. “Scream my name so I can fucking cum, please.”

You held back as long as you could, burying your face into your sheets as he assaulted your pussy, ramming himself into you animalistically as his balls slapped your swollen clit, driving you over the edge, pain and pleasure so high you threw your head back, his name guttural and raw from your throat.

“Cum for me, Jungkook, fuck, now.”

Your orgasm shattered into you, shooting throughout your nerves, a mixed moan and cry of Jungkook’s name once again as it showered over you, a plethora of pleasure. Jungkook choked on air, gasping as he shot into the condom, the thick spurts so much that you felt his cock jolt with force, hitting your spasming walls. He felt so good. His cock trembled inside you, shaking as your pussy closed in around him, draining his cock dry. You closed your eyes, savoring the feeling.

Ah, Jeon Jungkook felt so, so good.

“Ugh,” Jungkook winced, reaching between your bodies and gripping the condom. “I’m so sensitive, fuck…”

You felt him pull out. There was so much in the condom that your felt it smack against your leg. You brushed your hair out of your face, turning around. He peeled it off gingerly, whimpering as he removed it. You took it from him, humming to yourself before you rolled over to toss it in the trash.

“What?” he snapped, annoyance creeping in his features. His ponytail was all kinds of fucked up, leaving long black strands all around his high cheekbones and chiseled jaw. “Not enough for you, you demented freak?”

You shrugged, unbothered by his name calling. “I was just thinking we would make pretty babies, that’s all.”

Jungkook looked taken aback. “What.” Not a question this time, just pure shock.

You were taking off your wrist braces, setting them aside. They definitely needed to be washed after this. The imprint of the tight brace was evident on your skin. You rubbed it lightly and suddenly Jungkook’s long fingers closed in around your wrist, massaging it. It was your turn to blink in surprise, raising your head to make eye contact with him.

He was frowning, not looking at you, cheeks and ears flushed red.

“We have to go on dates first,” he muttered. “Get to know each other and stuff. Then get married after a while.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh? Why do you we need to do all that when you already decided how you feel about me?”

Jungkook frowned, moving to your other wrist. “I’m sorry, okay? It was childish of me,” he grumbled, clearly not wanting to say it. He massaged your wrist carefully, still not looking at you. “But we have to date. You made me shout your name throughout the entire complex. We can’t not be together.” He finally shifted his eyes to you, narrowing his eyes at your amused expression. “Wipe that arrogant smirk off your face.”

You stared into his dark brown eyes for so long that Jungkook’s harsh demeanor faltered, his face getting redder and redder.

“What…?”

You leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his. This was your kingdom, after all. Having a king would be nice.

“I think my mom is going to like you, little bunny.”

“D-don’t call me that unless w-we’re…”

You brushed your lips against his, gazing into his eyes playfully.

“Fucking?”

-

part ii

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masterpost

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #bts smut #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic

[hikarimiyanaga]

how would the Dimitrescus(and Donna) react after finding out that their S/O is actually a God(maybe Thor and Loki's youngest sister) when both of them visit/scold us because they're worried after not hearing from us for so long #protectivebrothersmode

I didn't put any ship on my previous one since I had this on stand-by.

Am I getting faster writing on my phone? Maybe.

Do I still prefer physical keyboards? ALWAYS.

I still love writing this requests and crossovers.

1st Part

Alcina Dimitrescu / Lady Dimitrescu

You arrived at the Castle a year ago. Meaning it's been five years since you left your old world. You've been dating Alcina for over 6 months now. She just captured your attention when you arrived at the Castle and she attacked you. You weren't fazed, after all you were a Goddess.

Today was the day Hela was going to check in on you. You whip your phone out and go outside the castle. Hela answers and you could tell from her tone that she was nervous.

"Hela, why are you-? Did something happen?" You didn't want to go back but if there was an emergency situation then you would go. Gladly.

"No... Just both Thor and Loki are looking for you." You let that sink in for a few moments then you groan.

"Just tell them where I am. I'll wait for them." Hela agrees then you hang up. You look up at the sky and yawn as thunder can be heard from it.

"Miss Y/N. Are you going inside? I think there will be a storm." You shake your head at the Grand Chambermaid.

"There's no storm. That's just my brother." She tilts her head at your statement.

"Wha-" Just then a bolt of lightning strikes in the middle of the courtyard and Thor's figure emerges. You sigh.

"Hey, big brot-" You don't finish your greeting as you get attacked by Stormbreaker. You stop it with your hand. You grit your teeth. "Thor! What is-" Just then he strikes you with lightning. You shield yourself then hear the door behind you open. You knew that Alcina and her daughters have come out of the Castle.

"Y/N!? Who-" You lunge at Thor before he could even lay his eyes on Alcina. You notice for a split second that Loki is just watching on the sidelines and you growl. What is the meaning of this!?

"What is your problem!?" Thor holds out his hand and Stormbreaker comes to him.

"You! You are my problem!" He takes a step forward. "Why did you leave, Y/N? And why didn't you tell either me or Loki?" Now that pisses you off. They were both gone. Both you and Hela knew that they were alive, yes but shit their whereabouts? You absolutely had no idea. Were you worried? Of course, they were your brothers.

"Shut up!" The Earth rumbles as you shout. You hold out your hand and a sword forms. "You were both gone! You went to space! Loki travelled through time! So don't be a hypocrite!"

Thor stops at that but it was too late. You were already beginning your onslaught. He desperately defends himself from your vicious attacks.

You weren't the Goddess of War for no reason.

After wearing him out, you kick him over the edge. You hear his scream but knew that he was okay. You kick Stormbreaker in front of Loki who just smiles at you.

"Are you next?" He shakes his head and just goes to Alcina. You see Stormbreaker levitate so you hold out your hand as well. You knew Thor was trying to call it so you were trying to get him to you. The Stormbreaker stays in mid-air as Thor lands on the courtyard again. You stop your hold on the Stormbreaker so the ax hit Thor and he flew towards the gate.

Loki chuckles at your display. "You're really showing him, Y/N. Nice work." You glare at Loki who shrugs. You roll your eyes as you wait for Thor. "She really likes toying with him."

"And who exactly are you?" Alcina asks and Loki bows to her.

"I am Loki. God of Mischief and older brother of Y/N. The one she is fighting right now is also a brother of ours. The God of Thunder himself, Thor."

"I am Alcina Dimitrescu. One of the Four Lords of this Village." Loki nods then smiles at her.

"I am glad Y/N has found you, Lady Dimitrescu. It seems that she would do anything to protect you."

"What?"

"Earlier, if Thor had seen you, I would imagine he would strike you with lightning so Y/N lunged at him."

"Why would he strike me?" He chuckles.

"Because you are the only reason why my sister would stay here, no?"

Just then Thor lands in front of them and you were cracking your neck as you wield Stormbreaker.

"Thor, just stop this. We both know you can't win against Y/N." Thor scoffs at Loki then stands.

"I am her older brother! I can win!"

"Are you sure? Because she's kicking your ass right now and wielding your weapon." Thor splutters as you hold your fist out to Loki who bumps it with his own. You throw Stormbreaker in front of him.

"You're not even the King of Asgard anymore, brother. Give. It. Up." Thor sighs then nods. You roll your eyes then raise an eyebrow at him. "Now what in Father's name was that!? You see me then just attack me!? The fuck is wrong with you!?" He smiles then pats your head.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay." That should have calmed you down. But instead it pissed you off even more. Your eye twitch then you use Stormbreaker to strike him with lightning. It doesn't affect him but it did make you feel better.

After that, you introduce the both of them to Alcina who is shocked but is pushing it down because she needs to look composed in front of your family. They leave for the day, but remind you that they'll check in too. You remind them to do it yearly, not monthly.

When they leave, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela immediately flock to you and ask you questions. You answer them.

At night, when you and Alcina were alone, you were nervous.

You never told her because you wanted to be treated as a normal human, not a Goddess that can either make or destroy stuff... which you can do but still.

"I'm really sorry." You say before she can even open her mouth. "I know I never told you, and I'm really sorry for that." You sigh. "I'm just so sick of being treated like I'm above others when... I just wanted to be treated like a normal person, that-" She doesn't let you finish as she kisses you. You blush as she smiles at you.

"So you're literally a Goddess." She purrs and you gulp. "I knew you were beautiful inside and out." She whispers and you shiver.

Did you let her sleep at all that night? No.

Donna Beneviento

You were with Donna when Hela had called. She even greeted Donna. It's been a year since you started dating her after all.

You and Donna were having tea when you heard a familiar sound. Thunder. You excuse yourself from Donna and she raises an eyebrow as you go outside. Angie follows you.

"Y/N! Why are you going outside?? Is it gonna rain??" You groan as you look back at Angie.

"No. But someone is coming." She tilts her head at you.

"Who??" You sigh as Thor and Loki land in front of you.

"My brothers." Angie looks at them with shock as you walk up to them.

"Y/N! Long time no see!" Thor hugs you and you free yourself from his grip.

"Got it, Thor! No need to squeeze! Damn it!"

"Y/N." Loki hugs you briefly and you smile at him. Donna opens the door and you three look at her.

"Y/N?" Thor pulls you behind him and you can't help but groan. Their overprotectiveness is showing again. "Who is this?" You quickly get in front of Donna and stop your brothers from doing anything.

"She's Donna Beneviento. She's my girlfriend." They look at each other then relax. You let them meet her.

When they both leave, both Donna and Angie look at you. You grin at them.

"Surprise?" Angie smacks you while Donna just holds your hand.

"TELL US NEXT TIME!" You agree then laugh as you get inside the house.

Bela Dimitrescu

You were just walking around the village with Bela when you hear the familiar sound of Thunder. You look up then groan.

"How the heck did they find me?" You hadn't even told Hela where you were. You pull Bela behind you as Thor and Loki lands in front of you.

"Y/N!" Thor tackles you so you push Bela out of the way. You land with a thud since your brother's strength is no joke. Loki looks at Bela and tilts his head.

"My, my Y/N." You look at Loki who is now helping Bela stand. "Control your powers, will you?" You blast Thor with said powers and fuss over Bela. She assures you that she's fine then you apologize profusely.

"Y/N?" You ignore Thor's call as he dusts himself off. "Who is that?" You sigh then turn to him at that. Right. Not even Hela knows who Bela is yet. Your relationship with her is new, after all.

"She's Bela Dimitrescu... I am currently courting her." You try to break it to them softly as the two can get very protective of you.

"Courting! Ah! Congratulations!" Thor pats your back and you endure through it while Loki just nods with a knowing smile.

You promise the both of them to check in once in a while and they both leave with a promise to get to know Bela better.

When they left, you feel Bela pinch you and you explain what you are... you know, a Goddess.

She squeals then drags you back to the Castle so you could tell her more.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

You were sleeping with Cassandra outside on the courtyard so you don't even notice the sound of thunder from the sky.

Thor and Loki lands and you were still sound asleep... with another girl besides you.

Their voices were loud though so you rub your eyes open then see them still half-asleep. You smile as you sit and even Cassandra stirs awake.

"Thor! Loki! Morning." They both chuckle at you.

"I think it's already afternoon, Y/N." You shrug.

"What are you both doing here? Am I dreaming?" Thor laughs as Loki chuckles at you.

"We heard from Hela where you were... And since we haven't seen you in a long time.."

"You came to visit!? Nice!" You stand just as Cassandra sits on the spot you were both sleeping on.

"Y/N?" She asks and you turn to her with a smile.

"Cass. Morning." You kiss her and she smiles. "These two are my brothers." You gesture to Thor and Loki.

"I am Thor! God of Thunder." Cassandra stops at that then looks at you.

"And I am Loki. God of Mischief." Loki bows and she glares at you.

"Uhhh. Surprise??" She rolls her eyes then stands to introduce herself to them.

You all talked before your two brothers left.

Cassandra ignored you for the rest of the day. She doesn't like secrets and she would rather you tell her everything.

You spend the next few weeks, making it up to her. You just really hope she forgives you.

She does and you tell her everything about who you really are.

Daniela Dimitrescu

You were at the library with Daniela. She was telling you all about her favorite novels while you take notes in your mind so you would know what book you should get her.

When all of a sudden you hear a loud thunder. You tried to ignore it but your gut says otherwise. You excuse yourself then go outside and sure enough Thor and Loki were there. They were ready to attack Lady Alcina who was the first one to hear them, you guess.

You quickly go in front of her by jumping from the second floor. Thor stops at the sight of you and he hugs you. Daniela gets curious and looks from the second floor. She quickly gets down when she sees Thor hugging you.

You push him back and sigh.

"What are you both doing here?" They look at each other and was about to answer when a swarm of flies tackles you. You don't fall down but Daniela materializes behind you.

You look at her and she was glaring at Thor. She must be jealous. So you introduce them to her and Lady Alcina. They look at each other. You have brothers??

Thor laughs loudly as he roughly pats your back, singing praises of your 'adventures' as the Goddess of Water.

Adventures he exaggerated that's for sure.

You groan and promise to talk to them if they leave now. They both nod and remind that they'll check in as well.

You nod in defeat and sigh in relief when they left. You look back and see Daniela glaring at you while Alcina just smiles and gets inside.

You tell Daniela why and what you didn't tell her.

After that, you spend days and days, recalling everything from your adventures.

And spend every day right by her side.

A/N:

I- Can you guys guess who is my favorite?

Is it hard?

I am loving this ex-avenger/Goddess scenario. I think I'm going to write more on this.

Comments and thoughts are always welcome!

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