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Bringing this back for the "Jonerys is just like Jonsa, a crackship with no base" crowds
Facts about Militus Terrus
Time to learn about our favorite Armada spy, Terrus! tw for abuse mention
1. His real name is Tavetti and he utterly despises it. It means Adored in Italian. But he had been anything but adored after his mother was killed with his father abusing him. So when he officially joined the Armada, he happily threw away his name and switched to Militus Terrus. Not even Lucette is allowed to say it.
2. He is canonically bisexual. He has no problems with flirting with girls and boys. The thing is, he is so obsessed and so in love with Lucette, he has no real desire to have a relationship with someone else. In an AU I made in my head, he isn’t obsessed with Lucette and tries for a relationship with Hauke, Sentus Optimus/Wolf’s twin brother.
3. Yes, that scene on the ship with Hauke and Terrus was him lowkey flirting with Hauke. I couldn’t help myself okay.
4. Terrus was there when Secundus was turned into an Armada spy and helped taught him things about the Armada. Terrus was originally going to be promoted but instead gave it to Secundus. Hence why he is the leader despite Terrus having more experience.
5. Terrus is two years older than Lucette with his birthday three months after hers.
6. Deacon has a habit of smacking Terrus’ shins whenever he messed up on something, so Terrus has gotten very good at leaping away from something with quick reaction time.
What a cutie-
Oh oh-
so I have an au where Ned is bonded to the very alive father direwolf and I was just thinking about it and it brought tears to my eyes cos no one would fuck with Eddard Stark if he had a full-grown direwolf at his back
can we weaponize comfort already?
a lot of places have a culture that valorizes never sleeping and not eating right and not taking breaks and stuff like that.
fuck that. I want like
look at how comfortable and well rested I am. I am well-nourished, I take bubble baths, and I have a good work-life balance.
self-care has made me strong. has running yourself into the ground made you strong?
I will destroy you. and then I will have a pleasant lunch.
can we weaponize that?
BOOM new ship bingo because the other ones i’ve seen don’t cater enough to me specifically
So I’ve always had this little theory that maybe mermaids/men/people are just people who’ve jumped/fallen off a cliff.
Like you know how generally it’s usually female merpeople portrayed in media, maybe it’s because historically women were the ones to jump off cliffs and it would make sense cause like when people go down they change slowly and depending on the circumstance to them jumping/falling that could be the difference to what sort of merperson they were, like if a person jumped they could be one of those sad merpeople, if a person was pushed they could be a really vengeful merperson, if a person just tripped/fell they could be a sort of annoyed merperson or a really nice merperson who doesn’t want anyone else to die like that and they help them, make sure little children don’t get hurt, help sea animals and stuff like that.
Wow, this got long but yeah that my theory on mermaids.
HI! are you still taking request? Well if you are, can you please write a reversed trope? Usually it's villain kidnapping the hero but can you try a female hero kidnapping a male (sort of mafia) villain? This is a funny idea in my head but no rush! Write as you like, have a great day :)
Kingpin's Shadow
Dear Anon, thanks allot for requesting this! I hope this comes at least a little close to what you were hoping for.
CW: suggestive language (mildly)
This was a bad idea. Awful. Stupid. What was she even thinking?! Hero glanced back to the backseat, where Villain's motionless figure moved ever so slightly with every turn she took, making sure his hands were still cuffed securely behind his back. Hopefully, the sedative would last a while longer. Preferably, until she was back in her safe house. At least the blindfold was still in place. She returned her attention to the street, running over a red light with an apologetic murmur to the taxi that honked at her. She tensed when her eyes caught movement in the rear mirror, accompanied by a raspy groan.
"Can't stay asleep, can you?", she cursed under her breath, tracking the way he swayed.
"…y'know, this wasn't what I meant with 'take me back to your place', sweetheart", he snickered as his head lulled back against the seat, his tone concerningly unbothered by his current situation. "I'm afraid the kingpin won't be too happy when I don't show up for the meeting tomorrow morning."
Hero gulped. She'd rather have him sleep until she could make sure he was nicely secured. Sitting in a car with their city's underground second in command wasn't on her bucket list. But she had herself to blame for that. "I have some questions. You'll either be a dear and answer them for me, or the Don will have to fish you out of the river." She tried sounding as sovereign and unfazed as possible, hoping he wouldn't hear the slight tremble in her voice over the noise of the surrounding traffic.
Villain laughed at that. "Oh, woe me", he purred, obviously not even remotely impressed by her threat. Hero could swear he was rolling his eyes beneath the fabric of the blindfold. "And where are you taking me? You didn't have to go to such lengths just to spend some time with me", he hummed, as they finally left the buzzing city lights behind, swallowed by the trees of a nearby forest.
"None of your damn business", Hero grit out, gripping the wheel a bit too tightly. They drove in silence for the rest of the trip. The road twisted and turned it's way through the hills, headlights almost useless against the fog by the time they arrived at the house only Hero and her most trusted friends knew about.
Which were none.
Plenty of privacy.
Hero stopped the engine and got out to open the door for Villain. "Come on now, ride's over", she ushered, grabbing his upper arm to pull him out of the backseat. She unholstered her gun and pressed it to his temple. "And no funny business."
"So bossy", Villain sighed theatrically but obeyed nonetheless. He staggered a bit, probably to the remnants of the sedative still in his system, as Hero led him up the stairs. Maybe she had miscalculated the dosage, but at least he was more complacent this way.
Hero's hands were cold, yet somehow sweaty all the same. She never would have thought she'd get this far. She had never questioned someone on her own. The agency wouldn't have allowed it, especially when the mafia was involved. But someone had to do it. Someone had to put a stop to their machinations, even if it meant putting yourself in the line of fire. Better she took a bullet than someone else. The keys rattled in her pocket, before she found the right one and unlocked the door.
"Get in", she rasped, glancing at the cuffs behind his back to make sure they were still in place. She gave them a firm tug for good measure and then proceeded to lead him down the stairs into the basement.
"So", Villain snickered while she busied herself with the next door, "bondage, huh? Believe it or not, I'm more a cuddly kind of guy, but whatever floats your boat."
Hero glared at him, even if he couldn't see it. "Shove it! Come on, I don't have all-"
The words got stuck in her throat when a strong arm suddenly wrapped around her neck and the gun was wrestled out of her hand. They took a tumble to the floor, all flailing limbs and bared teeth.
Hero was no bad fighter. Far from it. Unfortunately, it was hard for someone who had been taught to fight fair and square to prevail against someone who made a living off backstabbing and murdering people.
She was quite sure she at least cracked his nose in the process, but eventually, Villain landed on top of her, gun pressed against her chin from below. Her ribs were bruised and her shoulder dislocated.
Hero's breathing was shallow and quick, her heartrate skyrocketing. Her mind still had trouble processing what was happening. He shouldn't have been able to get rid of the cuffs. He shouldn't have.
"How...h-how did you-?"
Guess they didn't call him the kingpin's shadow for nothing. Disappearing into thin air whenever one thought to finally have a hold of him.
"Well, this is awkward", he purred, reaching up with his free hand to tug off the blindfold, the cuffs dangling uselessly from his wrist. His eyes had a menacing glow to them, a faint ember-colored light that pierced through the darkness of the basement. His nose was bleeding, crimson streaking his now split lip. He leant down until he was speaking right next to her ear. "Change of plans – how about I ask you some questions, sugar?"
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Why the fuck do they celebrate Christmas in Mystreet
“I'm yours.” — Yoon Jeonghan
Genre: fluff Warning: sulky hannie ☹️ Pairings: jeonghan x actress + f!reader Word count : 0.6k
★ note · got so giggly while writing this ^^
You joyfully walk down the street toward your house, beaming with delight at the sight of it.
Indeed, the day at the gathering today was incredibly exhausting. Maybe being an actress wasn't so great as you thought, but you love being one. And, as Jeonghan always says, the most important thing is to love and enjoy your profession, regardless of what it is. And you really don't disagree. You love and enjoy what you are and doing right now, but it is okay to feel... I don't know, tired? sometimes. Despite all of this, there is nothing more comforting than being at home, especially with your loved one.
You carefully grasp the pastry box in your arms as you open the door.
"I'm home-"
"Welcome," To your surprise, Jeonghan was standing and leaning against the wall to greet you. He usually waits for you in the living room, so you flinch, not expecting him to be there.
"Were you waiting for me here?" Taking off your shoes on the shoe rack, you ask. Taking the pastry box from your hand and setting it on the coffee table, Jeonghan nodded.
"I watched the last episode," Jeonghan sat down on the couch, "of the drama." he finished his sentence as his gaze fixed on you. You looked up at him, "You did?" you smiled as you took the pastry box.
"Did you enjoy it?" you asked, placing the pastry box in the fridge. "No." Jeonghan's voice sounded stern and direct as he kept staring at you. You turned around to face him, "Why?" you pout as you walk towards him. "Was my acting bad?"
Jeonghan looked away as you sat next to him. "Is that really the case?" you asked, tilting your head and sighing as you looked away. "I also think that my acting has gotten worse," you say with sentimentality.
"That's not what I meant," Jeonghan paused, "the reason is something else." he added. "Then, what could the reason be?" You mumble, purposefully making yourself heard by him.
You really knew what could make him this sulky; the kiss scene at the end. Additionally, you knew that he didn't even mind it because he knows that you would never kiss someone else—the angle of the camera just creates the illusion that you are kissing. It is just his way of receiving extra affection from you (and you love his ways).
"I really can't think of it..." you sigh. "Well- it was the... ending." Jeonghan stumbled, trying not to make himself sound too obvious. You tried your hardest not to burst into laughter as you stared at his pouty, sulky face.
"Maybe I'll figure it out later." you spoke, getting up from the couch to leave. "No-," Jeonghan held your wrist to stop you from walking away. "Why don't you... try thinking now?" he stammered, avoiding eye contact. As you sat down, you could not help but laugh at how adorable he was.
Caressing his cheeks, you spoke, "I know exactly which scene you mean." you chuckled. Jeonghan pressed his face deeply into your palm to cover up his flushed cheeks.
Jeonghan is rarely the one who is shy and flustered, but when he is, he is the cutest thing ever.
He gives you a bear hug and presses his face into your neck as you lean in to kiss his pinkish cheek. "You know that I would never do that right? It was the camera angle." you spoke, gently. Jeonghan nodded.
"Seeing the people ship you both made me..."
"Jealous?" you giggled.
"It's not like that!" With a protest, Jeonghan pressed his face further into your neck. "There is nothing to be jealous about," you reply, gently pressing your cheek against his head.
"what the world doesn't know is that, I'm yours." You continued, earning a giggle from Jeonghan.
Heart Strings | Teaser
➪ Pairing: villain jungkook x female reader
➪ Synopsis: They say that wounded hearts beat the loudest, but in a void of chaos and destruction Ian’s deafening cries for help seem to echo louder. Labelled as a villain, all the light in the world becomes his darkness, as he learns to despise the idea of a warm embrace. Running from her future, y/n meets Ian, whose entire life was spent running from his past and as their paths cross, peace is found in the present. In his eyes, she changes everything, uncovering the side of him the world once failed to see. Tethered together by the threads of her heartstrings, he falls in love. But, as they say, nothing lasts forever. Not even the beats of a reformed broken heart. What happens when the villain’s first love becomes everything the hero desires?
➪ Genre: first love, forbidden romance, grumpy × sunshine, history repeating itself, love triangle, slow burn, plot twists
➪ Author’s Note: I chose Jungkook’s rumoured English stage name for his role in this series, Ian. Ian Crawford. Inspiration for the plot stems from Natasha Blume's Black Sea and Indila's Ainsi bas la Vida.
Chapter 1: It's Me and You Against the World, Slash
Chapter 2: The Boy in the Attic
Chapter 3: Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter
Chapter 4: Mother's Eyes
Chapter 5: Let Me Show You Power
