"Your Highness...the um...the other courtiers and I have been talking."
"Mm."
"...and...of course we would never dare to question your Supreme Ladyship's rule."
"I should hope not."
He begins visibly sweating. "Never! N-never. No. But if I could make one, small suggestion..o-on behalf of all of us. Of the council."
She yawns, and rolls her eyes. "I suppose that's what you're here for. Spit it out then."
"Well...my liege...when holding court and...listening to the plights of the nobles and commoners, we've just noticed recently that you have been rather...distracted."
She sips from a tea cup. "Mm."
"...Uh...yes. We would never dare to find you at fault of course, my Lady, but perhaps going forward, if court could be held...without..."
*The sound of soft jingling bells approaches, the Queen's face lights up with delight. The courtier's face twists with dread.*
"If-if we could just have one court session without-"
*The enormous heavy-looking throne room doors both slam open comically fast to reveal a broadly smiling man in very elaborate court jester regalia that looks more expensive than the clothes of any noble in the room aside from the queen herself. He begins skipping merrily towards the throne, jingling as he goes. In one swift, clearly practiced movement, he hops over the dais and lands in the queen's lap, wiggling his hips to get comfortable. She scratches him under the chin with one hand and places the other directly on his ass. She glances, back to the courtier, eyes narrowed.*
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Request: karina x fem reader angst with a fluff ending
Summary: A lot happened in your relationship and it was a matter of time before everything exploded and made you leave. Jimin on the other hand doesn't want to accept the break up.
A/N: Special thanks to @keervah and @alcoholfreenayeon for giving me an idea <3
3rd's POV
Bottles scattered around Jimin's room and the smell of alcohol reeking from it were a big sign for her friends that Jimin was in bad state and honestly they couldn't be surprised, a lot happened the past months in her life.
Jimin met you at her concert.
You came as a fan a few times and finally she managed to get your number. Since her intentions of getting with you were obvious both of you quickly got together. Everything was perfect, you both loved each other a lot and you got along with everyone important to her.
But like always she had to remember that it was too perfect, obviously everything had to break at some point.
You managed to get into a great university but not only outside of South Korea but also in another continent. When you broke news to Jimin she was excited and happy for you but she was also sad as you had to go away but she was still trying to be positive.
The time before you had to leave was great at first but it was quickly going south. Argument after argument after argument and it made her tired.
And after a few drinks she left the club with a girl she saw for the first time. When she woke up she was devastated, not believing she could actually do that to you.
But then came the second time.
And third.
And forth.
And fifth one - when you actually caught her.
Lips all over some random girl in her bed, clothes all over the room and the fucking liquor smell all over the room.
It was safe to say that it was over between you two when you left her shocked and still in that girl's arms.
And now all she had left was the insane ache in her heart that only alcohol helped lessen but she still felt so empty. She needed you back so badly but she knew she messed up big time.
"Are you gonna drink your sadness away?" Aeri's voice reached her ears but she didn't bother looking up. Soon though she felt a pair of arms helping her off of the floor and onto the bed, she opened her eyes a little and saw Minjeong. The girl was quiet, she still was mad at Jimin for what she did to you but she also couldn't stand by and watch her drink herself to death.
"You can't go on like this unnie, you need to sober up and at least try to apologize to her before she gets on that plane in a few days and you're gonna lose her forever" Yizhuo said as she took a bottle from Jimin's hands. Aeri helped Jimin lay down while the other girls cleaned her room a little.
"Sleep now and think about it tomorrow"
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The next day her head was pounding and if it wasn't for the clean room, she would have thought she had dreamed of her friends coming over and forcing her to bed.
She reached out and turn on her phone to find multiple notifications of people saying their goodbyes to you on your account where she saw a picture of you packing - to move to your new university.
"You need to sober up and at least try to apologize to her before she gets on that plane in a few days and you're gonna lose her forever"
Why did Yizhuo always had to be right?
She told herself that she'll leave you alone, that she won't bother you after what she did but here she was, running to the airport like a desperate person she is. The second she saw your back in the distance she couldn't stop herself from pulling you to herself and breaking down into your back.
You stood still, her voice brought back the same pain you felt yesterday.
"Jimin let me go"
Nothing.
"Jimin I said let me go"
You repeated but this time louder hoping that she'll listen but she held onto you tightly.
Of course she had to make everything harder than it should be. She cheated and you were done, what couldn't she understand and accept?
"I can't. I know I fucked up badly and I don't deserve to ask for forgiveness or even another chance but still... I can't bring myself to let you go" Jimin mumbled weakly against your back. She was truthful, she knew there was no chance for you two now but she still also couldn't accept not being with you.
"I don't have time for this Jimin, I have a plane to catch and I'm going to attend University in another country. Like you said there's no chance for us now but if we're really meant to be with each other then maybe future sets us up again when we both heal and grow as people" You said before pushing her off and turning your head to look at her.
"Until then, goodbye Jimin" You said before leaving her standing there. She felt terrible but your words made her feel like there was hope that she could at least hold on to.
"Goodbye Y/N, I'm sorry for everything and I hope we can start over in the future"
Request: Saw ur descendants masterlist and decided to request an AK reader with Evie who adores fashion and looks up to Cruella (making Carlos and the reader besties, but of course that isn't needed) love ya ♡
Summary: As the prom was nearing, Evie went on a mission to make you two perfect dresses.
A/N: Now I love Evie so much, thank you for requesting <3 I may have forgotten the part where reader loves fashion-
3rd's POV
"You know I never hate having you in my room but why are you in my room?" Carlos asked as he watched your body becoming one with his bed while Dude was sprawled on your chest, letting you pet his stomach. You looked up at your best friend, your hand stopping it's movement earning an unapproved reaction from the dog.
"Carlos don't question her, I need my fair share of love" Dude said nudging himself into your hand and forcing you to pet him again. Carlos rolled his eyes at him before looking back at you.
"Evie is busy again"
He didn't miss the sad undertone in your words. Evie has been busy lately, ever since she asked you to the approaching prom. She's always loved using you as a model and projecting clothes for you and the prom only made her more excited to make both of you perfect matching dresses for the night. Normally you found her being so passionate really adorable but now it affected your time together and you missed her.
"I think you should just tell her how you feel" Carlos took a seat next to you on the bed, throwing your sprawled arm on your face and laughing at you yelping. With a tired sigh you gave him the look.
"I can't, she's so excited for us to wear the dresses she makes. I don't want to make her sad or disappointed because I'm needy" At this point Dude left the bed and laid down somewhere feeling the heavy atmosphere between you two. Carlos understood your point of view but he also didn't want you to feel like you were second place to Evie when he knew how obsessed his best friend was with you.
"That's not true Y/N, you know Evie would never think of you as needy, you're her girlfriend after all. Plus I'm sure she wouldn't mind and would gladly take a break to spend time with you"
You knew Carlos was right.
You knew it but still, you didn't want to risk making Evie sad or make her think she was a bad girlfriend.
So you stayed silent.
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A few days later you found yourself in Evie's and Mal's shared room, hoping to finally spend some quality time with your girlfriend but the moment you walked in, you got a bright smile and a hug from her before she was back at her desk. She was talking about everything she did so far and what she had in mind to fix and add later, her attention completely away from you.
With a sigh you laid down on her bed, your back against her but obviously she didn't notice and you didn't even expect her to. Looking up you were met with a sorry look from Mal and it made you feel worse that even all your friends saw how badly you missed your girlfriend and how much Evie was neglecting you.
Minutes later Mal stood up and whispered something in Evie's ear. Your girlfriend look up and looked at you laying still in her bed, no sounds coming out while normally you loved talking to her. A sudden realization dawn upon her, Mal only gave her a bewildered look before leaving the two of you alone to fix this mess.
Meanwhile you were completely unaware of what was happening until you felt the bed dipping and a pair of arms wrapping around your waist from behind. You felt the oh so familiar warmth enveloping you along with the sweet scent of your girlfriend.
"You should've told me sooner" A shiver went down your spine at the feeling of her lips near your ear, whispering quietly. One of her hands massaging your skin as her nose left a tingling feeling on your neck.
"You know how I get about all this fashion things, especially for you but in moments like this - when I start neglecting you, you need to pull me out of it. I don't care about anything else but you baby" You melted into her chest as she left soft kisses on the skin of your neck.
God how much you missed this - missed her.
"I missed you" You mumbled quietly, feeling her smiling against your skin and with one more kiss she answered "I missed you more. Let's not talk about any dresses right now okay?" How much you loved hearing that after feeling second to them. Having your girlfriend right beside you meant everything in that moment.
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Heyo, Chapter one of my FnafDCA fanfic is finally out after nearly a month! Please give it a read if you can!
Summary: "It's been a long time since Y/N has had a job, thankfully they came across an opportunity to work at Superstar Daycare. Slowly but surely, mysteries about the origins of their job begin to emerge, was the daycare apart of something bigger? An unexpected relationship blooms between Y/N and the Daycare Attendant, and they'll eventually discover something very unique and special about themselves..."
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tags ; hurt/comfort, hurt/no comfort, poetic ish, implied alcoholism, yearning to be a kid again
word count ; 1546
authors note ; i wrote this at 2 am and finished at 5 am and now its 6 am i apologize
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“if you feel nothing, why are you shaking?”
and parrot had no reply. he stared forward up at the stars as his wings pulled tight around his body and suddenly there was a tightness in the back of his throat and water spilling down his cheeks.
he felt like a little kid, one who wanted to run to his mom and cry in her arms. but he couldn’t. for she wasn’t here. but rek was.
rek didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around the avian, to hold him close to his chest as he rocked and hummed. to provide what comfort he could to the sobbing boy.
parrot clung tightly to the older boy’s shirt and crumpled and crinkled the fabric as if he was a little kid once more as sobs racked his entire body.
rek sat there and took it, feeling like a adult that was holding tightly onto their child begging them to breathe.
perhaps he was.
//
“if you truly feel nothing then why are you shaking? why don’t you leave?”
parrot had asked. how hypocritical. spoke would argue he was shaking more than he was! and spoke had sworn to never leave.
but he didn’t say that as he simply shrugged, his voice not a siren for once but a sad dying bird who sung it’s last song.
“i don’t know. maybe it’s easier for your brain to handle a lie than the truth?”
“spoke?”
“yeah?”
“i’m tired.”
“yeah. yeah i am too.”
and they both turned to the stars and wished they could ask a god who sat behind a cracked glass why must they live with hearts that aren’t their own.
and arms wrapped around each other and home whispered in their voice that it wasn’t their fault as the two clung to what little they had.
the salt in their tears was harsh on their wounds.
//
“if you feel nothing, why are you shaking? what’s going on?”
mapicc trembled in reply as the vomit in his throat spread to his mouth and splattered on the pavement. he couldn’t tell if he was crying due to the burning in his throat or the burning in his mind.
ro’s gentle hands (even if mapicc saw the blood on his knuckles. it matched his own.) pulled him away from the vomit on the ground and held him as he trembled and shook.
no words were uttered that night but those few. no words but the warmth of a body holding your cold one as you shook and trembled in the night.
longing for your mothers touch. but your friends shall do, for your mother doesn’t love you but your friend does.
they were children. they were murderers. they were kids.
//
‘if he feels nothing then why is he shaking?’
mapiccs mind repeated those words (it felt like a mockery. a turn on ro’s soothing words.) as he stared at zam before him, he should drive an axe through his beautiful neck for looking at him.
he found his hands empty and trembling beneath the stars as zam opened his mouth. he heard it over the rain pounding his cold corpse and the ringing in his ears.
mapicc was not dead, he was not hurt. but he felt like a true corpse. a body that had been reanimated. a puppet. a toy for use.
“know that i loved you. know that it wasn’t enough. and it’s not your fault.” was all zam uttered.
when mapicc cried this time, it mixed with the rain and his knees clicked and clattered but no one came to help the man sobbing in the rain.
the man in the rain didn’t wish to be helped.
//
“if you feel nothin’.. then why are you drinkin’? why are you shaking so bad then?”
ash’s voice was as soft as snow and yet it cut red deeper than a dagger as his hand gripped tighter on the bottle as if to hide the tremors that ran through his body.
a swig. burning hot liquid dripped down his throat and some burned behind his eyes. he wished he could drown it as if it was beer.
he wished he could drown as hands pulled at his trembling ones, wished he could die as they pulled his hands off of the bottle.
red felt, truly felt, like he was being held under water as a warm body met his chest and face. he wished his tears would kill him.
yet it didn’t. no matter how hard he cried.
//
“if you do feel nothing, why are you here?”
red had no answer. he found his tongue cut out and wouldn’t be surprised if he looked to the floor and would find his flesh mocking him on the floor.
his body trembled harshly in the raging winds, and the warmth he sought for loomed before him. he stumbled toward and the warmth caught him, it accepted the coldness of his body and held him tight.
“shhh… sh i got you.” was all red heard from ash, from warmth, from home as the door shut and the true coldness was trapped inside the home of warmth.
he didn’t deserve this and yet he let himself seep into the warmth like a child in their mother’s grasp. desperate for the feeling of love.
but cold cant warm warmth, and warmth cant make cold colder. perhaps in the end they could even each other out.
for now they would breathe together.
//
“if you feel nothing, then why am i here? why are you shaking then?”
the ram blinked in reply at vitalasys words. listening to how they cracked and trembled.
vital was truly terrible at hiding hjs emotions, while subz was too good at it. a man who wore his heart on his sleeve and a man who hide his heart in a chest barbed with wire.
locked with no key to be found other than jammed in the heart that bled onto a sleeve.
the silence hung between them was louder than the stars that glimmered down at them, the breeze in the trees and moon that shined above their heads spoke louder before subz had written words to speak.
before he had lifted his tongue and used it as a flute to sing and tell truths and lies, and he hoped vi knew this one was a truth.
he hoped his trembles showed the truth.
“because i care about you.”
“you do?”
“of course.”
“good. because i care about you too subz!”
and god should smite subz for how he smiled at vitalasy, feeling like a little boy in the summer breeze.
//
“if you feel nothing, then why do you look so scared?”
it was subz’s turn to ask. and vitalasy found himself trembling in reply as he felt the blood on his hands turn cold and harden onto his skin and fur.
he felt sick, he felt empty, he felt nothing. but nothing was never truly nothing, because in the end. everything is nothing, but nothing cannot be everything.
and is that not curious? how one thing can be the other but the other cannot be the thing. because nothing is the absence of a thing, and everything is every little thing. so in its own title, everything is nothing.
so vitalasy felt everything and nothing all at once. for theyre a pair. true opposites yet they stand together.
it reminds him of subz and himself.
“i’m not scared.”
“you’re trembling.”
“… okay yeah i’m scared.”
“of what?”
“nothing. everything. myself. you.”
//
“if you feel nothing, then why are you shaking?”
jaron found his voice gone in the wind as he locked eyes with planet. he wished to sob in the other man’s arms but there is nothing more humiliating then your own desires.
his hands trembled from those desires, the one that ran a sickly cord from his eyes to his throat, to the depths of his stomach.
there is points where longing gets too much, so jaron clenches his jaw everytime he feels that yearning.
perhaps that was why his jaw constantly hurt.
“what is it you feel?”
“nothing."
“why do you lie to me?”
“because.. i’m scared.”
“of?"
“living. i’m scared of living planet.”
the silence that followed felt like butter spreading on toast. it was good, it was nice. it was horrifying, it was evil.
it was everything.
//
“why are you shaking?”
jaron stared at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his chest as his chest rose steadily and a pillow soft under his head.
he felt bacon’s eyes prying on him, his body trembling slightly in a way too subtle to be labeled that he was just cold.
jaron wondered how long bacon had been staring.
bacon waited for a reply as snoring echoed in the next room.
“bacon, i’m not a good person.”
and bacon sat there, waiting for jaron to confess a crime but neither did jaron’s body or lips move.
“so? we’re all bad people jaron. everyone’s a bad person. why should i see you different for trying to survive?”
no reply met bacons ears. he didn’t want one. he laid his head back down and closed his eyes and let the last words to be uttered be a promise.
Consider: Blind Cor AU in which Cor loses his eyesight in an explosion when he's in his late 20s.
He notices a bomb hidden on one of Regis' vehicles and just manages to throw the King behind him when it goes off.
The shrapnel takes his eyesight and his left arm.
He spends weeks in intensive care as more complications arise.
Regis and Clarus are holding his remaining hand/arm when the dr tells him that he'll never see again.
They never tell anyone about his tears or the way he shook.
Being the ever stubborn man he is, Cor refuses help until he's sitting in his apartment and realises that he can't even find the bloody toilet.
Eventually he ends up moving into Amicitia Manor where the 3 Amicitias help him relearn how to move etc.
When he does finally get a prosthetic arm, it takes less than a year for him to have earnt himself a fearsome reputation once more.
He may be blind but he wields his blade as well as anyone with full vision.
Years later he's helping Iris learn her forms on the Lucian coast when Cid calls to tell him about Ignis' injuries.
He absolutely does not (totally does) steal a boat and set sail for Altissia with Monica in tow. Someone has to pilot the damn thing after all.
He knows how hard it can be to relearn everything, he'll be damned if Ignis has to struggle the way he did, and if he can help the boys in the process then all the better.
And when he finds out about the Ring and the deal with the Lucii, he spends 3 hours insulting said Ring.
Regis' ghost finally appears, looking utterly exhausted and Cor demands to speak with the 'bastards in charge of this bullshittery'.
Long story short, Cor and Ignis quite literally bully the Lucii into helping them save Noctis' life.
Summary: During preparations for their tour, Yujin decided to surprise her members with a solo piano stage. In order to do that she signs up for piano lessons and meets a girl that unknowingly to her would become her biggest distraction during this busy time.
A/N: Just some short Yujin fic I cooked up for @pupyuj birthday <3
3rd's POV
Ahn Yujin.
You read the name one last time before the time for the lesson came. In years of your job you had a few interesting things happening but an idol signing up for your class was the first - especially an idol like Yujin.
You were very aware of who Yujin was, it was completely impossible with the work she put to be more known with her group so when you saw her name on the list of applications, it took your breath away for a moment.
Now Yujin was learning under you for a week now and you could already see that she was determined to give it her all but determination wasn't entirely enough to learn something and Yujin was a prime example.
"Ugh the piano hates me" Yujin sighed as she hit another wrong note on the song she wanted to learn for her stage. She was all into the idea that she wanted to play it live and show her fans that she could do it if she wanted to but everytime she was hitting at least one wrong note.
She could hear you chuckle beside her as you started showing her how to do it properly again and her brain stopped as the smell of your perfume enveloped her.
You were so distracting to her since day one but Yujin couldn't quite put her finger on what it was but now in this small room, surrounded by music sheets and the faint sound of snowflakes tapping against the window. It was hard to concentrate on whatever you were saying to her as your perfume messed with her head - her eyes focused solely on your lips as you talked about... whatever you were talking about.
"Yujin?" Your soft voice pulled her out of her thoughts as she looked at you confused. A sheepish grin on her face at the way you laughed at her.
"Sorry, what was that again?" she stammered, straightening up and pretending to focus on the keys.
You gave her an amused look, one eyebrow raised "Are you sure you're okay? You've been a little... distracted today" Yujin laughed nervously at your question.
"I'm fine" she blurted, perhaps a little too quickly.
"Just... focusing really hard"
You chuckled softly, shaking your head but deciding not to press further. "Alright, let's try it again. Remember, slow and steady. Don’t rush the transitions"
Taking a deep breath, Yujin placed her fingers on the keys and attempted the piece again. The first few notes were decent, but as the melody progressed, her mind wandered back to you. By the time she hit the middle section, she flubbed another note and groaned in frustration, slumping against the piano.
"Maybe we should take a break huh?" You smiled comfortingly at her hoping that she won't get too discouraged. You really liked the idea she had for her stage and wanted to help her with her surprise.
Not long after you and Yujin found yourselves by the window, drinking hot chocolate you prepared earlier. The snow outside let out a little and now it was snowing beautifully outside. Your whole attention was on the snowflakes and you didn't notice Yujin's eyes being elsewhere.
"They're so pretty"
"Yeah... so beautiful" Yujin said and you turned to look at her only to lock eyes with her. Your cheeks flushed when you realized she was looking at you the whole time.
Yujin didn't break the eye contact, instead moved closer.
"You weren't looking at the snow... huh?" You chuckled nervously and with a small chuckle Yujin leaned in.
"I wasn't"
And before you could response, her lips brushed against yours in a gentle and hesitant kiss before she pulled away.
