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"Anna, what are you doing here ?!"

#nevertheheir #♔ ◤ ᴏɴ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ. ◢#♔ ◤ ᴠ; ᴍᴀɪɴ. ◢#[ hello friend uh i just wanted to give you something ]#[ you don't have to reply or anything ^ ^ ]

"You look like shit. Is that the style now?"

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"Really? Seeing as my suit's in the latest design, and the words 'attire catastrophe' come to mind when I think of you."

#ask;#ic ask #ic #v; undetermined #nevertheheir #[ wELL ANNA #WE LOOK FAB #exCUSE ]

okay things i owe people so i don't forget:

starter for nevertheheir

official thread starter for fetchinglyfeisty

a reply for actuallreallivepeople

a reply for audacix

#nevertheheir #fetchinglyfeisty #actualreallivepeople #audacix #tbd #[hmm i think i've got everything???]#[i'll work on this in the morning b/c shit it's late rn]

nevertheheir answered your question:What program do you guys use to take screenshots...

VLC Media Player

//Aha! I knew it was something like that; I had it stuck in my head that it was SLC though. No wonder I wasn't getting any google results xD thank youuuu

#nevertheheir #ooc

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The ginger queen had been afraid; afraid that he was angry with her. The way he got so close to her, the look in his eyes. Everything had said angry as far as she could tell. Suddenly her back was pressed to the wall and Hans’s lips were pressed hard against hers.

Anna’s eyes fluttered shut and her hand went to his cheek and she kissed him back. But all too soon, Hans broke the kiss and she had to catch her breath.

“What was that all about?”

The last few days have been stressful -- all work, no play. The sun beams brilliantly at every waking moment yet Hans is stuck, organizing and preparing and working hard. Nobody can deny that he's a good king; he gets the work done efficiently and the people like him.

But sometimes, every king needs a little stress relief.

He pushes hard against her, insistent, relentless. Their lips meet and he's half-certain that he caused her to hit her head against the wall -- then again, it could have been his hand, bracketing her as he ravages her.

"Anna," he croons as they pull away, his gloved hand stroking over her cheek and then her jaw. "I need you. Be a good girl for me, now?"

#ic #v; where i want to be #;continuation #nevertheheir #[ oops my hand slipped ]

§ { double yolo }

Send me § and my muse will react to yours pushing them against a wall and kissing them.

Anna, for all her strength, is very small -- fragile, too, when it comes down to it. She can be knocked off her feet with a single blow, pushed to the ground with an effortless nudge, perhaps even thrown across the room if Hans tries --

-- Not that he does. These are simply theories.

So, when whatever insane scheme causes the Queen to push her King against the wall, it takes Hans one brutal shove to push her away again.

She hits the floor, but he doesn't offer to help her up. Instead, he walks over, staring down at her with a cold, cruel glare.

"Now, now, min dronning -- remember your place." His boot presses down on her leg. She can't stand up, but he can't leave, either. "I thought you knew by now, Anna. I'm in charge. I decide when things happen -- if they happen. You, however, do as I say.