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It's a Love Story - Chapter 6
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
DEFINETLY NSFW! Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible.
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
For somebody that filled her romance novels with plenty of smut⊠Sky wasnât exactly as experienced as one may expected.Â
ActuallyâŠshe was woefully inexperienced.
There had been AdmonâŠand Admon it had been.
The rest of the stuff in her booksâŠwell, that was just her fantasy wildly spinning stories about how sex should feel. Informed by plenty of books she had read, other authors, and of courseâŠthere were the two people that got to read every book she wrote before it was published: Orla, her publisher, and her friend Ressina, who was nice enough to take the pen to every thing she wrote that was woefully inaccurate.Â
Because nothing ever felt to her like she portrayed it in the books.
Maybe that was normal. Maybe it was because of course her books portrayed somethingâŠbetter than reality, an escape from it. But stillâŠsometimes Sky had just wonderedâŠ
As Azriel carried her towards the bedroom, Sky couldnât help but feel a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. It wasnât that she didnât want this, she did, more than anything. But the truth was, she wasâŠnervous.
She had written about this moment countless times, had described it in vivid detail in her novels. But now that it was actually happening, she feltâŠinsecure. What if it wasnât as good in real life as she made it out to be on paper? What if she did disappoint him?
(Sky knew that she had disappointed Admon numerous timesâŠthat she seemingly had never been enough for himâŠhad been so bad at it in fact that he had instead slept with her sisterâŠwhich was a whole other kettle of fish that she really didnât want ot think to close about right now.)
Sky tried to push those thoughts aside, to focus on the here and now.Â
Azriel was here with her, he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. She could feel it in the way he held her, the way he looked at her. And yet, that nagging feeling of doubt still lingered.
And then there was the fact while he had admitted to sending his shadows to search for her⊠Sky was still keeping a rather big secret.
âAzâŠAzrielâŠâ she said hesitantly. âThereâŠthere is one thing you should know about me.â
Azriel paused, setting Sky down on the bed gently before turning to look at her.Â
"Go on," he prompted her gently, taking her hand in his as he sat down next to her and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You can tell me anything, Sky." She believed him. he wouldnât judge her. She was sure of that as well.Â
âYouâŠYou kâŠknow howâŠhow IâŠI write⊠roâŠromance no..novels?â Sky asked him, biting her lip.
Azriel nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Yes, I do," he said, leaning in closer to her. "You told me.â
âIâŠI am Sellyn Drake,â she blurted out.
She had never outright admitted it to another person.Â
Ressina had been the one who had send off her first manuscript to be publishedâŠand Orla had met with herâŠthese were the two people in existence that knew that Skylar Alden was also Sellyn Drake. And Skylar had always been comfortable with keeping it that way.Â
There was no need to tell anybody else.Â
Which was why it worked so well, that Ressina was an artist and could paint the bookcovers for her. No need whatsoever to let anybody else see the hesitant first drafts until she was sure this was where she wanted to go. Just Ressina. Just one of her very few friends. If not her only.Â
Azriel stared at her, his eyes widening in surprise. "What?" he asked, completely taken aback. "You're...Sellyn Drake?" There was noâŠoutright disbelief in his voice, just shock.Â
*We know! We made Master read your books!* the shadows cooed. *Lady Death, The Priestess and The Shopkeeper love them too!*
She had no idea who any of these people were butâŠ
Azriel's eyes widened even further as the shadows spoke up. "You...you knew about this?" he asked them, turning towards the shadows in disbelief. "You knew. Thatâs why you gave me her books to read!â
This was just getting better and better.
Sky, who had been watching Azriel and the shadowsâ exchange with a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment, couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.Â
âDoâŠDo they alwaysâŠâ she couldnât even put it into words.Â
Azriel sighed. âThey like to meddle,â he said darkly. âAnd this time they were particularly persistent.â He shot a reproachful look at the shadows, who cowered a little under his gaze. "I won't lie, they did manipulate me into reading your books. And when my shadows do something they are rather...convincing."
She swallowed.Â
âDidâŠdid youâŠliâŠlike them atâŠat least?â Sky asked hesitantly.Â
Azriel hesitated for a moment before answering.Â
"I...I did," he admitted earnestly. "Your writing...it's brilliant, Sky.â Her heart soared at his words. She treasured them, hoarding them away like a dragon. But he wasnât done. âThe characters, the emotions, the way you make the reader feel everything...it's incredible. I couldn't put them down."
Sky grinned at his words, feeling a swell of pride in her chest. "IâŠI'm glad you..you liâŠliked them," she said softly.
*Master especially liked theâŠ*
âShut. Up.â Azriel snapped, his ears reddening and Sky started laughing. She could just about imagine what the shadows wanted to tell her at that moment.Â
Azriel groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I'm going to kill them," he muttered under his breath.
"TheyâŠthey are juâŠjust tryâŠtrying to help you, aren't they?" she asked softly, squeezing his hand in hers. Only now she noticed the violent scars that marred them, the texture of raised and bumpy skinâŠbut she didnât care. Not one bit. Â
*Of course, we are,* the shadows said, like any other idea was simply blasphemous. *We gave Master the best information we could. So that Master would know what you like.*
Sky probably shouldn't find it as adorable as she did. But the lengths they had gone to...the way they had made Azriel read her books so that he would know what she liked...nobody in her life had ever gone to these lengths just to find out what she liked.
"I swear I am not a total creep," Azriel told her with a grimace.
Sky laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "NoâŠno, no, you're not," she assured him, squeezing his, hands gently. "IâŠI acâŠactually think it's⊠quite⊠sweet. In a weird, sliâŠslightly invasive kind of way. But sweet nonetheless."
"I think you are the only female that could possible think that," Azriel muttered, glaring at the shadows that didn't seem apologetic in the slightest.
Sky grinned, leaning in closer to him. "Itâs⊠endearing,â she finally settled on. âMaybe even a litâŠlittle bit charming," she promised him earnestly.
Azriel looked at her incredulously, his expression softening a little. "You're not just saying that to make me feel better, are you?" he asked her.
Sky shook her head. "No. No, I'm not," she said, her voice unwavering. "IâŠI mean it, Azriel. It iss actually really sweet that you would go to⊠such lengths just to try to unâŠunderstand me better. And you adâŠadmitted to it. And not just after the mating bond was accepted but within hours of meeting me."Â
Azriel didn't keep it a secret, even when he could have, and she would have been none the wiser.Â
"I don't know what I ever did to deserve you. But I'm not going to question it," he whispered.Â
She swallowed. That's what she was thinking. The exact same words.Â
Sky pulled him down, letting his forehead rest against hers.
"I know that...that I am supposed to cook you something...but how disappointed would you be if I gave you one of those caramel bonbons in my purse to accept the bond instead?" she asked him softly, meeting his gaze.Â
His eyes widened and he stared at her in pure, undiluted wonder.Â
"I could not possible be dissappointed by whatever you offered me," Azriel whispered. "But...are you...are you sure?"
"I am being utterly selfish," she whispered. "Yes. I want you." She didn't care that people would have thoughts about it...that she was rushing into this.Â
They were probably right.Â
But Sky really didn't care. Sky only wanted him. Sky was ready to throw caution overboard and rush into this headfirst without a thought about the consequences, if that meant that she would get her mate.
"Then let's be selfish together," Azriel whispered.
With shaky hands she reached into her purse, finding one of the caramel bonbon she kept in there...unwrapped it out of the paper and then...then she offered it to him, lifting it to his lips.
Azriel looked at the bonbon, then at her, and for a moment she thought he would say something. But then his mouth opened and he took it from her hand... He chewed it, swallowing carefully, his gaze never wavering from hers. For a moment, they stayed suspended in that moment of tension, the only sound their breathing. And then, he leaned in, closing the distance between them, and kissed her as if she was the most precious thing in his entire world.
A Mating Frenzy had always been protrayed as animalistic in every book she read. So of course, Sky had written the exact same thing.
But it wasn't...not really.
Not for them.Â
And being with Azriel was also a far cry from being with Admon...mostly because then it had often been...embarrassing and painful.Â
Admon had always found something to criticise on her body...foreplay had been nonexistent, even when she had tried...and while he had been more than willing to use her mouth to find his own pleasure he had never returned that favour.
With Azriel it was different. Every touch, every caress, every kiss made her feel things she had never felt before. It was like her body was coming alive for the first time.
All her senses were heightened, every nerve in her body singing with pleasure, and Sky couldn't get enough of him. She wanted more. No, she needed more. As Azriel trailed kisses down her throat, she arched her back, pressing herself against him, her hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him that she could reach.
"Can I...Can I touch your wings?" she asked breathlessly, not wanting to...cross some unsaid line.
"Please," Azriel breathed out. "Yes, Sky, please." He lifted his wings, extending them out behind him, giving her free rein to touch and explore to her heart's content. As Sky's fingers brushed against the contours of his wings, Azriel let out a low, guttural moan, his wings twitching and shuddering at the sensation. They were massive and pitch black.
"They are beautiful," she whispered, running her hands over the silky black skin, feeling the warmth radiating from them.
He shuddered at her touch, his wings arching and trembling beneath her gentle caress. he leaned his forehead against hers as he gently tipped her back against the bed and she went willingly, wrapping her hands over the gleaming talons at the tip of his wings as she kissed him.
Azriel growled softly in response, his hands sliding up beneath her dress, opening the lacing in one fluid motion. As the dress fell open, revealing her body beneath, Azriel pulled back for a moment, looking down at her with dark, hungry eyes. "You are so beautiful," he breathed, his gaze roaming over her body.
She didn't even have the time to feel self-conscious, not when she was drowning in the waves of desire that shot across their bond from him. Not when her whole body seemingly trembled against his and she kissed him again, opening her mouth to his tongue.
He slipped open the dress and she opened her mouth, halfway ready to tell him how he could get the corset she wore off, but he already opened the lacing. "Why?" he asked her softly, as he saw the red indents left on her body, and she grimaced.
"Claire," she whispered.
She wore corsets usually for support, because her breast could get heavy and painful without the proper support...but she never laced them as tightly as she did when she saw her family. Or her sister. Then she pulled them tight, trying to squash her body to be somethingâŠsomething her family could stomach, something they maybe wouldn't comment on...she always failed.
Azriel hissed softly, his fingers lightly tracing the red marks on her skin. She knew that they looked horrible, and yet he looked...angered? Almost furious. His expression softened as he looked back into her eyes, his fingers gently tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Why would you do something like that to yourself, Sky?" he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "You are beautiful. You don't need to change anything about your body." He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to a particularly hard imprint the corset had left.
Sky swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in her throat as emotion welled up in her chest. No one had ever said something like that to her, had ever made her feel like she was good enough just the way she was. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. Instead, she just nodded, feeling a single tear slip down her cheek. Azriel wiped it away with his thumb, his other hand coming up to cup her face tenderly.
"You are perfect," he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Just the way you are. Don't ever let anyone make you feel otherwise. Not even your family." Sky leaned into his touch, closing her eyes and just focusing on the closeness, the warmth, the feeling of being cherished and protected.
With every word he spoke, she felt a weight lifting off her shoulders, her fears and insecurities melting away. She realized that maybe, just maybe, she had found someone who truly saw her, the real her. Who accepted her exactly as she was, flaws and all.
It was so easy to sink into that. So easy to trust him. So easy to just kiss him, as she pushed the shirt he wore over his shoulders...to feel acres of gold skin, dotted with scars and dark markings...to bare him for her view and see how utterly gorgeous her mate was.
He growled softy as she ran her hand down his chest, tracing the scars that marked his skin. His body was a tapestry of pain and survival, yet she wasn't deterred. She only found him more beautiful for it.
"Mine," she whispered, pressing her lips to his chest, to one particularly nasty scar. "All mine." She could feel his heart pounding beneath her lips, the steady beat matching the rhythm of her own heartbeat. Her hands trailed down his chest, his stomach, until she reached the waistband of his trousers.
It was so easy.
So easy, to shed clothing until they were bare...so easy to press against him and feel warm, perfect skin...so easy to relax underneath him as he stretched over her...so easy to simply cup his face as she kissed him...as her legs wrapped around his hips and he groaned and she whimpered as she felt him...hot and hard and huge, pressing against her...She was dripping wet without him even laying as single finger on her beneath the waist.
Azriel didn't look unaffected, his breath coming in ragged pants, his eyes fixed on hers as they were blown wide and dark with want. He didn't move, didn't kiss her, didn't pull her closer. He only waited. Waited for her.Â
"I need you," she whimpered. "Please. Please, Az." He let out a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, his hips rocking gently against her, teasing them both with the heat and friction between them.
Nothing hurt. Nothing ever even threatened to hurt...Even as she could feel him notch against her there...even when she could feel herself lewdly stretched open on his cock...
It was so soft and gentle and sweet andâŠ
It was everything Sky had ever wanted.Â
Not the rough kind of fucking...not the animalistic coupling she wrote half the time...but she had wanted this. She had wanted sweetness and adoration and...love...and to be wrapped up in her mate's arms like she was a precious, precious thing. She had wanted whispered praised against her skin and to be touched like she mattered...
"Sky," he whispered, his hands running up her side, his touch was soft and soothing, worshipping her body. He kissed her, slowly, deeply, and there was something...almost overwhelming about it.
About the way he made her feel. The way he made her feel loved and adored. The way he made her feel cherished. Her hands wandered up to his back, tracing the muscles shifting beneath scarred, scarred skin.
She could feel him trembling, feel the tension in his body as he held himself back, but still, he moved in slow and gentle thrusts, taking his time. He worshipped her - every little gasp and moan, every curve of her body. He traced her shape with his fingertips and lips, exploring her as though he was trying to memorize every inch of her body.
She didn't know how long they stayed that way, their bodies as one, but Sky didn't care. She was surrounded by him - the heat of his skin, the sound of his breath, the way he whispered her name like a prayer. Sky could feel the love and devotion pouring through the bond, washing over her in waves, and she knew that this was exactly where she was meant to be. With him, in his arms, completely and utterly whole.
It nearly came as a shock as she came.
A breathless moan fell from her lips as her orgasm rushed over her, her body arching as she called out his name. He kissed her through it, murmuring praise against her lips as he held her close, his own release following soon after.
They stayed there for a moment, tangled together, both of them breathless and sated. Azriel's wings slowly wrapped around them, cocooning them in a warm, protective embrace that made Sky feel safe and cherished in a way she had never experienced before.
***
There was not one inch of his mate's body that wasn't utterly beautiful. From the tips of her arched ears, to her beautiful eyes...to the swell of her breasts and the dip of her waist and the soft flesh of her belly and the flare of her hips...she smelled so good too...especially now that their scents had started to mix, and he could breath in caramel and hazelnuts and cedars and the sweet, beautiful scent of happiness as she laid underneath him. His head was bedded on her stomach, as she drew short fingernails through his messy dark hair. He nearly wanted to start to purr as she scratched at his scalp.
Azriel felt...content.
More content than he ever remembered feeling. He was wrapped up in her, his mate, with her gentle hands in his hair, and he felt utterly and completely at peace. He didn't care if they never moved from that bed again. He didn't care if the world outside their little cocoon burned. So long as she was by his side, he was content. He had never felt like this before. He had never felt this...happy. This...whole.
"I need to go feed Hector," Sky told him softly, trailing her fingers through his hair.
"Can I just have the shadows kidnap him and bring him here?" he asked, not wanting to move.
"You can't go kidnapping my cat, Az," she chided him gently, but even as she said the words, she didn't stop drawing her fingers through his hair, and Azriel didn't move. He was far too comfortable.
"Why not?" he complained.
"You'll terrify him," she said with a laugh. "Besides, do you have cat food here?"
"I'll have the shadows find some Tuna," he mumbled.
"DoâŠDo they just acâŠacquire whatever you tell them to?" she asked him with some amusement.Â
And lots of things he didn't tell them to, as well. They thought he didnât know.Â
Azriel raised himself on his forearms, looking down at Sky with a glint in his eye. "You have no idea how many things I've acquired that way," he told her with a grin.
She lifted her hands, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down towards her, resting her forehead against his. "You're a menace," she murmured against his lips.
"Your menace," he replied, kissing her softly.
Sky smiled, a warm, slow curve of her lips that made his chest feel tight. "Mine," she agreed, her voice soft. "But no kidnapâŠkidnapping my cat. He's at home."
"We could make this our home," he protested softly. "Move in with me."
Azriel had no fucking clue what was even coming over him. They should have slowed down, stopped to think...but neither of them seemed to want to.
They justâŠthey seemed utterly content to crash through what other people considered a normal timeline and just be together right now.Â
He just wanted to be near her. He wanted to share a life with her, a home. He wanted to curl up with her in front of the fire on a cold winter's night, and spend lazy Sunday mornings in bed with her. He wanted to take her flying, and watch as she wrote and listened to her read the words she wrote.Â
And he wanted - Gods, he wanted her to want that too. He held his breath as he waited for her response.
For a moment, she was silent, and Azriel wondered if he had stepped too far, asked too much too soon.Â
But then, Sky smiled again, her eyes sparkling with emotions.Â
"...AlâŠAlright," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'llâŠIâll move in with you."Â
Azriel couldn't help but grin as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Really? You mean it?" he asked, still unable to believe his ears.
"Really," she echoed with a laugh, before her expression turned serious. "But IâŠI have one coâŠcondition."Â
Azriel raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. "What is it?"
"If I move in with you..." she began, wrapping her arms around his neck. "All my books need to come to," she told him seriously.
Azriel laughed, leaning back in to kiss her softly. "All your books can come, if that's what you want," he said. "As long as you're here, I don't care what else you bring."
And then the shadows unceremoniously dumped a screeching demon on the bed with them.
Sky let out a surprised yelp as Hector landed next to them with a thud, quickly scrambling away from the cat - and from under Azriel's weight. Azriel, for his part, sprang up, his wings flaring out in alarm. For several long moments, the three of them just stared at each other. Hector, his mismatched eyes glowing, his fur puffed up to twice itâs normal size, and Sky, her expression a mixture of surprise and affection as she looked at her pet. Finally, she cleared her throat. "Well, that's one way to introduce the two of you. Az, meet Hector."
...Gods, the shadows had really not been lying when they said that the cat was the ugliest thing they had ever seen.
Azriel slowly lowered his wings, eyeing the creature that was half-cat and half-demon. "He...looks like he wants to kill me," he said slowly.
Sky laughed, reaching out to scratch Hector's head. "He's just grumpy because he got teleported here so suddenly," she told him. "And he's not used to strangers." Hector's fur slowly flattened, and he began to purr, rubbing his head against Sky's hand. "Besides, he'd never hurt anyone," she added, looking up at Azriel with a smile.
Somehow Azriel highly doubted that.
Sky picked Hector up, cradling the cat in her arms as his purring grew louder. "See? He's not so bad," she told Azriel, moving towards him, and Azriel had to resist the urge to back away. "Hold out your hand, let him sniff you. He just needs to get used to you."
Azriel hesitantly held out his hand, trying his best to ignore the way Hector's eyes seemed to glow with an eerie light. After a moment, Hector moved forward, sniffing at Azriel's hand. Azriel felt the soft brush of whiskers against the palm of his hand, and Hector nudged his head against him, purring louder.
"See, he loves you!" Sky said enthusiastically
Azriel let out a laugh, slowly scratching the top of Hector's head. "I think he's just trying to lull me into a false sense of security before he scratches my eyes out, you know."
She rolled her eyes, "You are the most handsome cat I know," she cooed at him. "And you won't ever scratch out Azriel's eyes. No, you won't.â
Azriel would not quite go as far as describe the cat as handsome...but then...his own scarred hands weren't particularly beautiful either.
So Hector and him had that in common.
And the fact that they both wanted to cuddle with Sky. Actually, he was pretty sure that the cat hated him just for taking away his monopoly on that.
But Azriel would have shared a house with the King of Hybern if that meant that he got to have Sky in his bed.
She smiled at him, her eyes warm and adoring. "I knew you two would hit it off," she said, holding Hector in the crook of her arm. The cat stared at Azriel for a moment, as if sizing him up, before leaping off Sky's lap and disappearing under the bed with a soft patter of paws. "He'll warm up to you eventually," Sky assured him, but Azriel wasn't so sure about that.
He pulled Sky in closer to him, slipping back underneath the sheets with her, kissing her forehead. "I'll win him over, eventually," he promised her. At least, he hoped he would - he didn't particularly enjoy the idea of having to wake up with his throat being sliced open by an angry cat.
He would buy that damn cat all the Tuna in the world if that made Sky happy.
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Alternative idea. They are chasing Danny âthe betrayerâ down and as they follow the leads and clues and leftovers of where heâs been, they start slowly piecing together the mystery of who Danny is and why heâs doing this. And they find out just how deep the betrayal went. Because it was the Justice league that made the first move.
They finally catch up with him and heâs decoding something and he just snaps at them to leave him alone. Heâs cold, not even acknowledging at them, this is nothing like the Danny they knew. They try to talk to him and when that doesn't work it breaks out into a battle. But Danny knows all their moves and weaknesses and they donât know the first thing about his limits. Heâs ruthless and efficient, not showing the barest hint of emotion on his face like this battle against his âfriendsâ means nothing to him. He doesnât even have to reveal his powers. And once they are all completly immobile he whispers âI never wanted to hurt you.â Someone scoffs. âYou have a funny way of showing that.â Danny rolls his eyes. âItâs your own fault. You really should have seen this coming.â
âOh really?â A hero speaks, venom dripping with every word. âIs it really that easy to betray your friends? To betray the ones you trust?â
Danny just laughs without any emotion behind it. âTrust? Nah, I never trusted you. Let me tell you something, when my home town was invaded, we called the Justice league. But they never came. When we were besieged every. Single. Day. By monsters and demons and entitled government agents that had no regard for casualties, they never came. Do you know what itâs like? To always have to look at the sky in case something comes down a snatch you? To hide behind a trash can or alley wall and pray that skin peeling cyborg will pass you by? To be scared of the very food you eat wondering if it was poisoned or the meat was going to attack you? To wake up realize no one is moving and wonder if your friends and family will ever wake up again? We called over and over but they never came. So we had to find our own way to fight back. We had to build weapons to protect ourselves and our children. We had to fight tooth and nail just to make it to tommorow and finally, finally we figured out a system. We managed to push them back enough to breathe. And it was only then that your people arrived.
You abandoned my town to face their death. You took me from my home. You locked up my family and tortured them.â By now, Danny was screaming and crying. His eyes looked absolutely devastated. âHowâŠcan you possibly ask me to trust you after that?â
Danny doesnât even explain himself and his reasoning. Thatâs how little he thinks of the heroes. He doesnât care if what they think heâs doing is right or wrong or if itâs justified. Some think heâs doing some sort of master plan to take over the world rather than just rescuing his parents which makes even more devastating to them when they find out what heâs actually doing.
Itâs a race against time and by the end, Waller launches a strike against the heroes and it ends up being Danny that built a counter solution to the anti super weapons. He still doesnât care about them but he was a protector at heart. He always will be. He just didnât need someoneâs âpermissionâ to do so. When he finally frees his parents (possibly dragging in the help of his classmates for a break out) they stand and Waller says that theyâve lost as they are surrounded, no weapons, and all the heroes/former villains powerless because of machines specifically designed against them. And thatâ when Danny looks her right in the eyes and says that thereâs one thing he forgot to mention.
He has powers too.
Danny held up a large sign from the background like a man at an airport as thier leader, Robin, gave his report to this "Justice League". The first sign said, "Help! I'm surrounded by daddy issues!" Earning a laugh from someone off camera. He then pulled the next card out from behind the first one.
"Can you send air fresheners? It smells like teen angst in here"
This one got a cackle from someone on the Justice League side of things. Score. No one here really wants to laugh. They're all edgelords and Danny is suffering. He didn't really want to be here, but things in Amity had ended in a way he never expected.
Both he and his parents had been arrested.
Not by his worlds government, mind you, but by the government of another Earth. This Earth that he was currently on to be more accurate. Who knew that so much of the stuff he and his parents had been doing was super illegal and wouldn't ya know it? He was in the middle of doing something really sketchy looking in his parents lab when the feds busted in.
Thankfully, the Justice League presented him with a deal: they take him out of Juvie and the reformation program he was in, and in return, he joins a team of former teen/child villains and anti-heros.
Figuring he had nothing to lose at this point he agreed.
He was not expecting to be surrounded by angry angsty teens. His fault really. He should have known better. Thankfully it seems like nobody knows about Phantom and he'd like to keep it that way.
Psaro was his calm in the storm. The other boy was proud and almost as arrogant as Robin, but he had been proven to be very kind and reliable. If Danny ever needed advice or if Robin was getting a bit too much, he could just knock of Psaros door.
The last time Robin had a fit and was starting a fight with someone, Mr. Pointy ears stepped up and told Robin that his outburst was undignified, especially for someone of a higher class like Robin seems to be presenting himself as. He also said something about there being a big difference between a king and a tyrant, but Danny had been trying to rush Robin's victim to the medway and didn't hear all of the convo.
Psaro was some kind of half demon prince who was also from another world. He didn't have a superhero name yet, but the program was brand new, and to be fair, Danny didn't officially have one either.
Some lady called Raven was supposed to be coming in to help Psaro and convince him to embrace his human half and help him with magic and...something about a curse? What did Danny get himself into???
#Dpxdc#dcxdp#new young justice au#but with the kids of villains and child villains being reformed#kinda#no one knows danny is phantom#they just think hes the kid of evil mad scientists who was going down a bad path#hes the one colourful nerd surrounded by goths and dark clothes#Good Parents Jack and Maddie#Because I love them#and also them loving Danny only for him and their family to get fucked over anyways by outside forces makes for much better angst#Danny is playing them all#The betrayal will be gut-wrenching#But Danny will feel nothing#Imagine something kind of like in the Original Young Justice when they were looking for their own mole in the team#Danny will be the light that warms and guides them#That helps and encourages them to be better people#To be better than what their parents wanted them to be#only to discover too late that Danny was really the wildfire that spread too far and too quick to notice#And by the gods will it burn when they find out#i love this so much you dont even understand#Prev tags.#I wanted to write more but my iPad is glitching. You know how frustrating it is to have to wait 3 seconds before typing every single letter#Itâs SO easy to lose your thought process.
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âThis has been y/n and Satoru, thank you so much for watching, bye!â
The moment they reached the greenroom, y/n's smile drops. God, her cheeks hurt, nobody talks about how hard it is to fake a smile all day, it's like a workout for your face except you gain nothing at the end.
Her co-star walks in behind her, a cocky smile on his face. If she was him she would get tired of herself. How can someone be so egoistic? He loves himself more than his own mother loves him. Every second she's in his presence, she feels herself losing brain cells and getting gray hair, and as much as she loves silver locks on other women, she does not want the cause of it to be Gojo Satoru.
âGreat job today, everyone! Y/n you could've been a little more cheerful toda-â
âShut the fuck up.â
She plops down on the sofa and rests her head against the back of it. They still have one more interview left to do, so she's forced to tolerate that dumbass for a couple more hours, and it's a recorded one so she has to pretend she likes him too.
Why did she choose to become an actress again?
Right, childhood dream, worked hard for it, blah blah blah.
âWhoa! Careful there, tiger! Someone might be filming and you don't want to ruin the season before it even starts.â Gojo smirks, eyes glinting with mischief as he continues to push her buttons.
The people in charge decided to promote the filming of the new season of their show to remind people of it and get them excited, not that anyone was able to forget the last two seasons. According to the statistics, people love a slow burn story, especially when it stretches over multiple seasons. Yes, that does mean y/n has been stuck with Gojo as her co-star for three years now, as known as the longest three years of her life. Everyone around her tells her that time is passing by too fast, but it's been the opposite for her.
She's dreading this season the most. It might be the last, but it means the story will finally reach its long-awaited climax, which means her character and Gojo's will become more than friendly.
She doesn't even want to think about it.
âLeave her alone, Satoru. You still have one interview left.â his manager scolded him making the bright blue eyed man pout like a four year old not getting the candy he wanted.
The fact Gojo and y/n can't stand each other is something known only between them and their close staff, not even the director and producers know that the "chemistry" between them is something they make up on the spot and doesn't come naturally at all. They're surprised no one has figured out they don't like each other in any way, but y/n takes that as a compliment because it means that she's a really good actress who has perfected her craft and is able to fake getting along with a menace like him.
After touch ups, she goes to where the interview is being held, greeting the staff on her way and telling them she's excited to be working with them. Gojo smirks at her from his seat as she makes her way to sit on hers next to him. She mirrored him to keep up with the "we're best friends behind the scenes" thing they somehow built for themselves.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âCan't a man admire his friend and co-star?â he teases, milking the hell out of the act they put on for the camera. Y/n wanted to roll her eyes but instead she forces out a laugh and takes her seat.
She ignores the way her heart flutters at his words. No need to focus on that.
A few months into filming...
âAlright, everyone!â the director calls out as he claps his hands, âCameras rolling, sound is up, let's do this.â
Ah yes, the most important scene of the entire franchise. The first kiss scene. This is what the show has been leading up to, this is the moment everyone has been waiting for, this is the thing y/n has been looking forward to the least, in fact, she has not been looking forward to it at all, she wishes it wouldn't happen.
The scene takes place at her character's apartment, a place the set design team has made so cozy looking she wishes she could curl up and take a nap on the couch. Gojo's character is her coworker and he's coming to check on her because she disappeared from the office party after seeing him flirt with someone. That's when she confesses that she's been pinning over him for years and he confesses back before pulling her into a kiss.
âOkay you two,â the director looks at them, ânot to put you in any pressure, but this is the most important scene of the entire show. All your hard work has led up to this moment. Satoru, you're the one leading the kiss, remember that she's very vulnerable and heartbroken, so you need to be gentle and soft, she's the person you love most so you're gonna handle her with the most care. Alright? Here we go!â
The apartment door closes between y/n and Gojo as the clapper loader steps in and holds the slate in front of the camera, âepisode 11, scene 45, take 1!â they call out before snapping the clapper shut and stepping back.
The director pauses, glancing around one more time to make sure everyone is ready.
"And... Action!â
Y/n steps into character and hesitantly opens the door. Her expression shifts to shock as she sees Gojo standing across from her, hair and clothes disheveled. âWhat are you doing here?â her voice is a mix between surprise and hurt, just as the script calls for and just as they rehearsed. Gojo's eyes soften, exactly how he was instructed.
Yes, she can't stand him, but that doesn't mean she won't admit that he's really good at his job. He's not one of the most sought out actors for no reason.
âI was worried about you, you left so abruptly.â he says, letting his eyes dance all over her face only to catch her wet cheeks and red eyes, and no, it isn't makeup and fake tears, she spent half an hour before filming started watching "soldiers reuniting with their dogs" videos to get to that point.
He moves to cup her cheek, but just as scripted, she steps back, her expression flattering. She starts to remind herself of things that make her emotional to start tearing up, âI-I'm fine, you can leave.â
Gojo stares at her a bit longer than he's supposed to, but she blames it on his love to suddenly improve, and not that he's admiring her or anything, not like she wants him to admire her, that would be crazy on her part.
"You don't have to hide from me," he says with the same soft tone.
She tries to hold back the tears to keep up the strong and always optimistic personality her character is known for, and after a moment she allows a couple to flow down her cheeks. Gojo's face morphs into a concerned expression.
âI don't like seeing you with someone else,â she mumbles, her voice breaking with every word that slips out of her lips, âit hurts me, right here,â she taps on her chest with a shaky hand.
Gojo's eyes widen to feign surprise, a perfect mix of confusion and disbelief on his face, playing the oblivious character to perfection, âyou... You like me?â
âFor the longest time,â she sniffs, her voice thick with emotion as she starts opening up, âI held back, I tried not to make it obvious, but i can't anymore.â She drops an octave to deliver the last line, showing as much vulnerability and pain as possible.
Thereâs a pause, and everyone on set is on the edge of their seat. They could feel the tension between them, the two playing their roles better than what everyone imagined from reading the script. Gojo goes to take a step closer, stopping half way.
âCan I kiss you?â he asks, his voice shaking to show that his character is feeling nervous. The director looks intensely between the scene in front of him and the one on the screen, making sure that the intensity they feel in the room is accurate on camera to what's happening in real life.
It's her turn for her to be surprised, playing unsure and hesitant, not expecting those words to come out of his mouth, âw-what?â, her voice trembles as her eyes search his face like she's trying to find any uncertainties.
âcan I kiss you? Please?â
Gojo takes the step forward. His voice is soft and his gaze holds hers, intense yet tender, leaving no doubt that his character has been lounging for this and wanting it for just as long if not longer than her.
Y/n takes a deep breath. This is it, she's about to kiss Gojo Satoru, the person she despises the most. She hopes it won't be awkward, the scene was going smoothly and the last thing she wants is a retake from the top, she also doesn't want to embarrass herself in front of the whole crew and become the topic of their gossip.
After a small pause, just as instructed by the director, she gives Gojo a small nod. Gently, and hesitantly, he cups her cheek as he brings his face closer to her. The nervousness on her face is mostly real and she doesn't know why she's feeling that way, she wants the scene to end already.
The moment their lips touch, something surged within Satoru and his free hand quickly grabs her waist to pull her closer to him. Did she always smell so... Devine? Why are her lips so soft? Is her lip balm candy flavoured? Why does she taste so sweet? Why can't he pull away from her?
The kiss is supposed to be gentle, a tender moment of affection, yet the way his hand was gripping the pajama top she's wearing betrays his character's intentions. But the way his thumb caresses her cheek is the opposite, grazing the warm skin softly like he's handling a little kitten. He knows heâs supposed to pull away now. He wants to. He needs to, for the sake of this scene. But something holds him there and it's making him not care about the script anymore.
Itâs only when he feels a gentle squeeze on his arm that he finally pulls back. He looks down at Y/n, her lips slightly swollen from the kiss, her wide eyes bright with a spark that stirs something deep within him, making him want to lean down and kiss her again.
âcut !â
The pair jumped away from each other. They both forgot they were on a set, filming a show, and not in the comfort of their own homes.
âthat was just... Wow,â the director shakes his head with a smile, âSatoru you went a little out of what I told you with the kiss, huh?â
âyeah, sorry,â he smirks with fake confidence, acting like his heart isn't beating faster than a racing car, âI just thought the moment needed that intensity, ya know? He's been waiting to kiss her for so long after all.â
âNo I agree, you did the right thing. Go ahead and take five, everyone. This is one of those rare times when there's no need to do multiple takes, the first was perfect.â
Y/n lets out a breath she didn't realise she was holding and quickly leaves to go grab a water and get some fresh air. She can't believe what just happened. That was definitely not a normal kiss, it felt too real. What was Gojo thinking!? Why didn't he stick to the script and kept it short? And why did she like it so much? She's not supposed to! She's supposed to hate him and everything he does.
âY/n? Can we talk in your trailer, please?â
Fuck... Please don't let that be Gojo, please let her ears be mistaken and it's not his voice asking her to talk in private, please-
She turns around, and it's him. He stands there, hands tucked into his pockets, looking a little... Shy? Since when does Gojo Satoru feel anything less than bold and confident? There's an unusual softness to his expression, one she only sees when he's playing his character, but without the little voice in the back of her head reminding her that he's just acting.
Despite not wanting to talk to him, she still nods and follows him to her trailer that wasn't parked far away from where they stood. She lets him in first and closes the door behind her to ensure no one can hear whatever they're about to talk about.
As they stood across from each other, Gojo's eyes dart everywhere except to her face, something he has never done before. His usual bravado is gone and replaced with an unusual hesitance. She watches him with a puzzled look on her face. Why is he acting so out of character? It's as if he's nervous to talk to her.
Eventually though, he opens his mouth.
âI apologize for going out of script during the kiss. I didn't plan it to happen and I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable.â
Now he's apologising? Okay, something is definitely wrong. Gojo has never apologised to her in the three years they've been working together. She is starting to feel nervous herself.
âIt's okay, really,â she crosses her arms across her chest, âlike you explained to the director, it's what you felt the scene needed, and I respect you as an experienced actor to know what you're doing.â
âThat wasn't my reason, though.â
Her eyes nearly bulge out of her skull. Huh?!
âwhat ?â
He takes a step closer to her, a look on his face she couldn't describe, âthat's just a lie I made up on the spot. I felt a pull when our lips touched, I don't know what happened to me and it's driving me mad,â he runs a hand through his hair, a habit his manager told her he does when he's anxious, âI couldn't stop myself, so I just let whatever it is take over, but I still couldn't stop, I tried but I just couldn't pull away and Iâ I want to kiss you again! I want to kiss you right now!â
âGojo, calm do-â her words fall on deaf ears.
âNo! You don't understand! I want to kiss you, but you hate me! You can't even look at me without being disgusted, and I keep making it worse! I keep showing the worst version of myself around you and it makes you hate me more and-â
âGojo! Stop!â
The look on his face is breaking her heart. He seems so desperate, struggling to put his feelings into words, but every attempt only makes him more anxious, his words stumbling over each other as he tries to make her understand.
âI don't hate you, Satoruâ, his heart flutters at the sound of his first name coming out of her lips. Even in interviews, she always used his last name, this is the first time he hears her call him Satoru, âI hate how you act when we're together behind the scenes. You're always so sweet to everyone but I'm always the one you tease, and sometimes your teasing hurts.â
âI'm sorry, I'm so sorry. It's just- I've liked you, as a person, before we even started working together, and I treated you how I treated my close friends. I didn't realise I was overstepping boundaries.â
Why is it so easy to forgive him? It must be something to do with the blue I'm his eyes, it holds some sort of spell that makes everyone want to be on his good side.
âIt's okay, as long as you own up to your mistakes and don't repeat them, I'm willing to see past it all and start new.â
A huge smile takes over his face, content with her answer. He is so happy, he's been wanting to do this for so long. He knew he wronged her and needed to apologise for his actions, but he never knew how to approach it.
Without warning her, he lifts her up in a hug. A squeal left her lips followed by a melodic laugh as she hears him thank her over and over again. She allows herself to enjoy the warmth of his hug. His fans didn't lie, he is really good at them.
He pulls away enough to look at her face without unwrapping his arms from around her, âCan we start new by allowing me to take you on a date? I promise I'll treat you like the princess you are.â
She feels her cheeks heating up with a blush as she nods, unable to hide the small, shy smile tugging at her lips. Gojo grins wider, his eyes lighting up with an unmistakable spark of excitement and something tender, âcan I kiss you again? Please?â
She barely finishes nodding before his lips are on hers. Heâs smiling into the kiss, unable to hide the joy bubbling up inside him as he realizes his newfound feelings are reciprocated.
And yeah, she did like him more than she let on. The small crush she had on him before they met definitely didn't disappear like she thought it did, instead it stayed hidden away and came back out when she felt his lips for the first time.
She never expected this nor planned on letting herself fall for The Gojo Satoru Charmâą, but with him here, holding her close, and pressing a kiss filled with passion on her lips, she realises maybe, just maybe, sheâs been wanting this all along.
The ending looked way better in my daydream lol. Hope y'all liked it still đ
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hello! Im just wondering if thereâs any side effects Etho has because of staying in the cave in trails gone cold au or did it just change his hair.
good question! probably? this hasn't really been discussed or thought through, so don't treat it as 100% true, just me thinking out loud.
âïž talking visual changes, his hair and eyes changed color permanently, his skin is now paler, even if the effects lessened when he was out of the cave, nothing is fully reversible. i dont imagine there's a way to get rid of the sculk that is in his body already, because it's like- everywhere. in his blood, in his lungs, in his brain, in his bones. it's dormant and doesn't do him any harm, and maybe in 10 or 20 years his body will slowly get rid of it, but its an if not a when.
âïž in terms of other changes... i imagine he's constantly freezing now, nothing ever helping to warm him up. his nervous system is messed up beyond repair, so he could probably shove his hand into fire and get burned and still be freezing.
âïž he probably also always feels slightly feverish and weak? you know how when you're ill and you stand up to do something but standing up takes all your energy and you're too tired now? that kind of thing. he's just tired all the time.
and then there's also all the indirect changes?
âïž he lost an eye. goodbye depth perception, and layered with his other changes he's probably very clumsy now.
âïž i imagine his hands tremble more often than not, both because of the freezing and because of his strained psyche.
âïž dude is like. traumatized. very badly. he decided to leave one of his closest friends to die so he himself could escape. his other closest friend was a better person than him but died because of it. he never said goodbye to any of them, he can never apologize. they're gone forever, and they're still down there. etho survived but at what cost and was it actually worth it?
âïž i don't know if he feels any sort of calling from the cave, but maybe? maybe it's the sort of thing where he can't tell if it's his own thoughts or not, because it could be a cave trying to get him back or it could be his own wish to return in attempt to "fix it".
i also wanna say, poor gem. she has to take care of this guy now and im so sorry to her. it's gonna be a very long time until he even starts healing, and it's gonna be a very difficult time. there's like, so much to say about gem too, because she also lost two of her best friends and she wasn't even there to witness it, all she gets is her traumatized brother...
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this is my fav series. (yes i've said it a hundred time and i'll say it a hundred times more). i absolutely loved this ep lol, it was the right amount of lore with crack. their dynamics take me out everytime lmao. i love how you characterised all of them !! and ofc my fave parts below!!
âThere's no room for but Y/n.â Seungcheol finally spoke, looking up. âQuest season is approaching and we cannot have a weak link on the team.â
??? weren't you trying to kiss her just yesterday ???
âAre you keeping tabs on me, newbie?â Mingyu bent down, smirking at you. âCan I consider you interested?â âYour schedules are on the white board genius.â You rolled your eyes, letting him go and pointing at it. âWe need to talk.âÂ
smh, the realities of living with 13 men
âThe house Gyu, my house. I have a final plan for it.âÂ
THE HOUSE, YOU IDIOT
âI was bored and jerked off.â Soonyoung washed up his bowl, shaking the water off his hands. âIt was a good one.â
?? uhm, thanks for the save ig (he's a sweetie pie)
Or could they? Because Jihoon was yet again looking at you like he knew everything
when does he not? i love his lil character lmao
âThough if those are your concerns, you can move into my house. I live close to the Great hall and I have a loft - you wonât have any issues there.â Oh no. No no. You weren't about to fall from the frying pan into the fire.Â
lmao, frying pan into fireâalso like yk gyu is like the son of hephaestus and fire and ikyk. I love your writing skills mia!!
you had in fact, caught him butt naked.
uh? asdfghjkl
He simply grabbed a towel, wrapped himself and walked straight past you into the locker rooms like you didn't even exist,
LMFAOOO
âFor someone who is the daughter of Hestia, hospitality isn't really your trait is it?Â
thanks ig
He leaned back with a small smile. âI donât read peopleâs minds but their bodies. I can tell when one is sick, or hungryâŠ.or even horny.âÂ
ah yes, cough cough mr. healer, i feel very sick, will you please check ^3^
 itâs different and my guess is it has something to do with being Hestiaâs daughter.âÂ
im very invested in this lore btw. Itâs just itches my brain the right away :))
 Sighing, Jihoon sat down beside you. âYou canât allow yourself to be governed by emotions Y/n. You are the result of a Godâs lack of resistance to impulses - those who sit in Olympus have their own flaws. If you run your whole life seeking their validation, you will keep running. They will keep you running.â
that got deep real quick. And also a very good life advice. Ngl, i kept thinking about this line
 âFunny that a man who pairs socks with sandals is judging me about my outfit.âÂ
that is so foul, choi seungcheol. wth, he is a man afterall
âCan I ride with you?â You turned to Mingyu, looking at him just a little pleadingly.Â
well my friend over here actually meant to ask if she can ride yo-
âIâve been to funerals better than this.âÂ
help??? lmaoo
âMaybe because itâs an illegal blend?â Seokmin shrugged before realising what he had let slip. âYou cannot tell anyone. Everyone in camp will kill him and Soonyoung will resurrect and kill me.âÂ
lmao, very characteristic of seokmin to say shit heâs not supposed to
Soonyoung laughed, nonchalantly wiping the cream at the edge of your lips with his thumb.
what are we soonyoung?
Though you didn't have the intention of continuing anything at all with Soonyoung, something about being interrupted this way stung differently.Â
... that rly did sting
She looked away, pretending like she was thinking before turning back to him with a smirk. âYes, I do. I didn't wear any underwear today.âÂ
nahhh. woman, trust me, i dont wanna know any of that
He doesn't really care for them because he knows it's a mere chemical attraction thanks to his dad.Â
for some reason âmere chemical attraction thanks to his dadâ is tickling my funny bone more than it should. But still lmao
Joshua? You frowned. How could he be anything but a sweetheart? Soonyoungâs girlfriend maybe was an obnoxious toad but not Joshua. He was flawless.Â
LMFAO?? TOAD??
Minghaoâs eyes darkened as he looked at you wordlessly. Strangely, you felt something shift inside you too - oh god he was right.
clears throat WHY IS EVERYONE SO HORNânvm this is an aphrodite rager
âNo.â Minghao shook his head, silencing the voices behind him as he slid his bracelet off his wrist and hooked it to the door handle, eyes not leaving you even once. âGet in.âÂ
iâyes
âI'll owe you one.â You sighed. âWhenever, wherever, please MinghaoâŠ.â âRemember those words.â He whispered, his hand snaking around your waist to unbutton your shorts, fingers lingering over your skin.Â
đđđ
âGood boy.â
sub soonyoung, anyday, anytime, anyplace, everywheâ
Except deep down you knew it must mean something if despite being drugged Soonyoung rejected his girlfriend because of you and Minghao who was a man of impeccable self control was crumbling for you.Â
... yes
âBold of you to assume this is my first time.â Soonyoung smirked as he sucked off Minghao's fingers and you grinned to yourself. Atta boy.Â
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
âThatâs my good girl.â âXu Mingao.â Soonyoung groaned as the other man drew back. âWhat the hell?!â Minghao simply chuckled. âYou know how much I enjoy pain.â
GOOD GIRL?!? I ENJOY PAIN?!?!?
âDidnât you say you could watch her all day?â He smirked at the older man, hand snaking around your waist. âNow watch.âÂ
cocky minghao is doing smthn to me
You simply stared wordlessly, as the blonde man's eyes found you, flickering from the jacket you had donned, to Soonyoung's hand which was still holding yours. Behind him lightning cracked opened the sky and rain began pouring furiously.Â
well fuck you too seungcheol. ngl, i giggled like hell reading the last line
Camp Seventeen: Chapter 2
Pairing - Afab!reader x ot13 (Soonyoung x reader x Minghao)
Word count - 13K
Genre - Greek Demigod AU! Weâve got crack, smut, fluff , angst, hurt, comfort, all of it in this series, buckle up!
Previous chapter
Chapter summary - As you delve deeper into the world of the demigods, a party throws you spiraling down a road less taken. While it seems there's one member who may be able to help you with it, there's another you want to lend a hand to. And more.
A/n - I do have a taglist so comment on this post to be added! And if you enjoyed reading, please don't forget to leave feedback in the comments or tags - we've got lots of chapters to go and hearing thoughts really helps <3
Smut warnings - I'm trying this thing where I won't be adding any detailed warnings as of now now, I will be including them after 1 week instead! I'm trying to keep the suspense for those who are interested but I understand there might be some of you who are wary of reading certain things - I will be adding warnings for your sake in a week's time! (There are no trigger warnings for this fic though!)
(edited) - Sexual tension phew, fingering (f.receiving), male masturbation, oral (m.receiving), threesome, sub-ish Soonyoung, dom Minghao, slight mlm? (feeding her cum), couple of spanks, unprotected sex (plis refrain), they're kinda rough - she's struggling to breathe, Minghao is mean and a bit of a sadist, deepthroating, edging, marking, hickies, sloppy seconds, they both finish inside her, I think that's about it?
Today you slept with both the windows and the curtains closed.Â
Not just Seungcheol's eagle, even the late morning sun couldn't wake you up, leading to you casually strolling into the dining hall, late in the day. As you walked in, still dressed in your pajamas, twelve heads turned towards you, following your every step.Â
Seokmin turned towards Seungcheol who's gaze was fixed on his food, like it was adamant not to meet yours. Hesitating, the former cleared his throat, taking one for the team, questioning you instead.
âYou uhâŠ.didn't come to train today.â
âYes, I didnât.âÂ
Walking in, you grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl and sat as far away from Seungcheol as possible. If anyone noticed the hostility between the two of you, they didn't say anything. Seokmin looked at you like he was expecting to hear more - then he realised that was all you had for an answer.Â
âWhy didn't youâŠ...âÂ
âI got wet in the rain last night.â You munched on your fruit. âFelt sick in the morning.âÂ
A part of you expected at least one of them to have the decency to ask you how you were doing now but all the boys simply exchanged looks. As you frowned at them confused, Joshua finally looked at you. âDemigods don't fall sick Y/n.âÂ
You blinked. âWhat?âÂ
âWe're half gods, so uhâŠ. stuff like bacteria and viruses don't really have an effect against us.âÂ
Suddenly, at that point, the last 25 years of your life made a little more sense - you realised you hadn't ever fallen sick. You also realised that last weekend when you offered to watch a movie with Seungcheol because the two of you were alone in the house, he had declined, stating he had a cold and didn't want to pass it on.Â
Of course he lied. All that man did was lie.Â
Scoffing, you shook your head. âOf course we don't.â
âIs there a problem?â Minghao narrowed his eyes at you conspicuously. âAny particular reason you couldn't or didn't want to come?âÂ
Sighing, you shook your head. âIt's just been hard getting used to things, I'm trying but-âÂ
âThere's no room for but Y/n.â Seungcheol finally spoke, looking up. âQuest season is approaching and we cannot have a weak link on the team.âÂ
âCheol.â Jeonghan cautioned, looking at him just a little sternly. âEnough.âÂ
Seungcheol stared back at Jeonghan like he wanted to retort but when the latter shook his head at him, he got up, throwing his plate into the sink a lot louder than anyone had expected.Â
If Chan hadnât muttered that the cab was ready to leave, you would have exploded - how dare he? He was the one who hinted at something more last night and he was the one who had left you in the middle of the storm so why was he behaving like this was your fault?? But before you could say anything, Seungcheol and the members going for morning shifts grabbed their things and set out for the day, unusually quietly. As Mingyu began to follow the crowd, you held him by his wrist,Â
âWhere are you going? You donât have work today?âÂ
âAre you keeping tabs on me, newbie?â Mingyu bent down, smirking at you. âCan I consider you interested?âÂ
âYour schedules are on the white board genius.â You rolled your eyes, letting him go and pointing at it. âWe need to talk.âÂ
Mingyu frowned, both confused and curious.Â
âThe house Gyu, my house. I have a final plan for it.âÂ
âOh! Okay sure letâs go-âÂ
âWait.â Joshua stood up shaking his head. âI don't know what's going on with you Y/n, but unlike Cheol, I cannot walk away from what I am responsible for in this camp. You're going to put that fruit down-â He pointed at the plum you just reached for. â-go shower, have a full breakfast and then you can sit with Mingyu and finalise whatever you have to.âÂ
âBut Shua-âÂ
âNo.â He said in a tone that you knew meant that this was not open for any more discussion as he turned towards the man who was stuffing his face with cereal. âAnd Kwon Soonyoung, why are your sheets still in the dryer?âÂ
Oh fuck.Â
Soonyoung looked at you confused - you had completely forgotten about that.
âI uh couldn't carry them back in the rain last night.â He muttered, drinking the last of his milk straight from the bowl, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. âI'll take them now.âÂ
âWhy did you need to wash your sheets in the middle of the night?â Hansol frowned at the man beside him sceptical and Soonyoung glanced at you but you were suddenly deeply interested in some random crack on the table surface.Â
âI was bored and jerked off.â Soonyoung washed up his bowl, shaking the water off his hands. âIt was a good one.â
Hansol groaned disgusted and you looked at Soonyoung scandalised as he shot you a cheeky wink before disappearing out of the hall. A part of you was kind of relieved - you were worried after last night, especially considering what he said as you were leaving. Perhaps you heard it wrong because Soonyoung seemed just as relaxed as ever, like nothing had changed.Â
You were thankful for that - now things could go back to like they were before.Â
Or could they? Because Jihoon was yet again looking at you like he knew everything
âThis is your final plan?âÂ
âYes.â
âIsn't this the first plan you had made?â
âYes.â
âY/n,â Mingyu groaned. âIf you wanted to do this we could have finalised it days ago.âÂ
âI told you, I was confused about the whole bathroom situation.â You muttered, tracing mindless patterns over the floor plan. âLet's just make the residence alone. I'll adjust with the common showers.â
âWe can still arrange to build a bathroom for you.â Joshua glanced at the papers. âSince we have to divert water pipes, it'll just take a little longer-âÂ
âNo.â You gripped the pencil tight. âI don't want anything that takes a little longer. I want this house made as soon as possible so I can shift to my own space.âÂ
Your adamance was definitely new but neither boys commented on it. Instead Mingyu pulled out his phone and scrolled through clumsily.
âI need to place an order for the brick and cement and sure Chan has got a decently sized cab but it's going to take a couple of trips to bring the whole load.â He sighed, not looking up. âIt's going to take a couple of weeks to get the house ready-â
âNo, no no.â You shook your head. This couldn't be happening. âI need my own house as soon as possible, MingyuâŠ.â You looked away rambling as both men frowned. âI'm in my final year, I've uh got projects and submissions to work on. The library isn't well lit enough to study all night and Seungcheol's house is too far from the charging station in the Great Hall, I can't keep making such long trips just to charge my laptop? What if it rains like last night again? What if all my stuff gets wet and-â
âOkay, okay, I get it.â Mingyu set his phone down and tried to calm you down. âThough if those are your concerns, you can move into my house. I live close to the Great hall and I have a loft - you wonât have any issues there.â
Oh no. No no. You weren't about to fall from the frying pan into the fire.Â
âNo Mingyu, what I need is my own space, like every other member of the camp.â You sighed. âAnd I know it's a lot to ask but I hope we can be done with it fast.âÂ
âI really wish I could help Y/n.â He looked at you pitifully. ïżœïżœYouâre an architect, you know the kind of time it takes to build a house. Maybe if you had opted for something simpler, like a wooden cabin-âÂ
âCan you build that faster?âÂ
âI mean we do live in the middle of a forest and I do have automations to cut trees-âÂ
âHow long will a wooden cabin take?â
âA few days.â Mingyu rubbed his chin in thought. âProvided it doesn't rain or-âÂ
âDo it.â
Both men looked surprised.Â
âYou're sure?â Joshua spoke up this time. âWooden homes tend to feel colder, it would also be harder to-â
âI'm sure.â You nodded, gathering the sheets. âI'll have to make a few amendments to the layout then you can start. Meanwhile, why don't you go ahead now with theâŠ.. wood gathering?â
Mingyu nodded, stuffing his phone into his pocket, resting his face on his interlocked hands.Â
âWhat're you waiting for Mingyu?âÂ
âNow as in right now??â
âYes right now.â You looked at him like it was obvious. âPlease.âÂ
Joshua nodded, signalling Mingyu to leave and grumbling, the bigger man left, much to your relief. Just a few more days. You could handle a few more days with Seungcheol, right?Â
âYou cannot.â Joshua turned to you. âYou cannot survive with a group of people if you don't communicate Y/n. Do you want to tell me what's going on?â
You let out a deep breath considering it for a minute but then shook your head. âIt's not worth discussing. I'll deal with it on my own.â
âWell you better do it fast because,â Joshua pulled out a sheet from his bag and slid it across the table to you. âThings are about to get a lot more hectic.â
You were too scared to extend your hand and reach for that paper. Good god, what else was in store for you.Â
âSeokmin and Minghao are already covering physical training for you but being a demigod is so much more than just combat - you need to learn about this world, about its people, about the laws that govern it.â He looked at you apologetically. âI've drafted a schedule where the members will cover these different areas with you. Of course you will have time for your own obligations but you will also have to strictly adhere to the restâŠ..âÂ
Joshua's words trailed off as your eyes landed on the timetable and the names scribbled on them.
You counted 12 names, all the members were scheduled to help you except-Â
âWonwoo.â You breathed out. âHis name isn'tâŠ.here?âÂ
âYeahâŠâ Joshua scratched the back of his head. âWonwoo isn't really available for stuff like this, he's got other things to doâŠ.âÂ
Of course he did. He was a top secret government official, he did guard duty at night, he was working on your case too, you could understand that he was busy.Â
But what you didn't understand was why he always ignored you. Even earlier when you popped into the showers forgetting that Wonwoo usually washed himself much after everyone, you had in fact, caught him butt naked.Â
Any normal person would've covered himself up or at least responded to your small scream, quick turn and innumerable apologies but Wonwoo? He simply grabbed a towel, wrapped himself and walked straight past you into the locker rooms like you didn't even exist, the trademark scent of his perfume the only thing lingering behind.Â
âY/n where are you lost?âÂ
You shook your head. âI was just thinking about how the bath house would've been more efficient if the showers were attached to the locker room so we didn't have to walk so far in a towel to change.âÂ
Joshua looked at you like he didn't understand a word you were saying. Or why you were saying it.Â
âIt's justâŠ. I'm just being an architect, don't bother.â You shook your head then the paper. âThank you for this.â
âNo worries.â He smiled sweetly, getting up, leaving you to your breakfast. âI see your first lesson is History of the Gods. Unfortunately I think Chan is busy with some delivery in the evening so, it'll be just you and Jihoon. I hope you'll attend the lesson earnestly.â
You nodded, giving him a hard smile.Â
How were you supposed to last 2 hours with a man who read you like an open book?Â
The darkness behind your closed eyelids was supposed to be comforting. That's why you were lounging in your chair, half asleep while waiting for Jihoon to show up. But somehow, it felt like you were being watched and sure enough when you opened your eyes, the face of your instructor of the day was inches away from you.
âJesus Christ JihoonâŠâ You sat up scrambling, pulling yourself away from him. âWhy didnât you say something?â
âYou're tired.â He tucked his hands in his pockets walking back. âI was wondering if I should let you rest-âÂ
âI'm fine.âÂ
â-but it's strange considering you skipped training and slept all morning, yet you're incredibly sleep deprived.â Leaning back against the table he looked at you amused. âWhat might have happened last night that exhausted you so?âÂ
Words refused to leave your mouth considering you didn't know if he was teasing you or actually concerned. Given the last few days you assumed it was the former and ignored him as you began closing all the books you had strewn on the table before you.Â
âI see you're doing pre reading.â
âChan gave these to me before he left for work. He said I should read to understand better.âÂ
âDid you?âÂ
Of course you didn't. You were almost snoring away and Jihoon saw that, yet he asked the question like he wanted you to feel embarrassed about the answer.Â
âI thought you were supposed to teach me.â You shut the last book and glared at him. âIf you just expect me to just read off a book, I donât see why youâre required here.âÂ
âAre you suggesting I leave my own class?â He raised his eyebrow amused. âIâm going to have to disappoint you but unlike some, I take what Iâm told at camp seriously.âÂ
You glared at him like you were contemplating throwing the book straight at him and you almost did when he walked around the table, sat down on the chair and cocked his head at you.Â
âFor someone who is the daughter of Hestia, hospitality isn't really your trait is it? Â
âHow would I know, arenât you supposed to be teaching me about this God stuff?âÂ
âI am.â He nodded, crossing his arms. âBut it depends on how much the mortal world has already taught you.âÂ
âIâve never really bothered myself with Greek mythology.â You rolled your eyes. âTheyâre just stories for bored children.âÂ
âExcept they arenât. They are your reality.âÂ
âNot by choice.â You mumbled. You did not wish to be an outcast in the only world you knew and thrown here. You did not wish for any of this.Â
âParentage is no oneâs choice.â Jihoon sighed. âBut to be a demigod is a gift. Itâs a shame that you disregard your power.âÂ
âWhat power?â You scoffed. âI donât have anyâŠ.â Trailing off you gulped.Â
That was a lie.Â
âI am the Son of Apollo which means I was there at the Court of Delphi when the Oracle assigned you.â Jihoon reminded you of the fateful night.
The night when a couple of masked men had forcibly picked you from your dorm, throwing you into a large room of unknown people and a round crystal in the middle on an altar. No sooner than you took a scared, confused step forward it spoke - Daughter of Hestia, Camp Seventeen.Â
âThe Oracle only recognises those who have God's blood. So if youâre telling me you donât have any powers and this is all a mistake, you must think Iâm an idiot.âÂ
âIf youâre so smart-â You narrowed your eyes at him. â-why donât you do that mind reading thing you do and figure out what my powers are?â
âI canât read minds Y/n,â Jihoon looked at you quizzically. âIâm not Athenaâs progeny.âÂ
âY-you canât? But all these daysâŠ..â You blinked at him confused. âOh my god, can Jeonghan??âÂ
He shook his head. âNeither can Jeonghan. Not all of Athenaâs children are mind readers. Iâve only ever come across one in my life and if she wasnât busy shuffling through everyoneâs brain in the quest, perhaps she wouldnât have been killed.âÂ
You opened your mouth and then shut it, unsure which of the hundred questions in your mind to ask first.Â
âIf you really must know, my father is the God of Medicine which makes me a natural healer.â He leaned back with a small smile. âI donât read peopleâs minds but their bodies. I can tell when one is sick, or hungryâŠ.or even horny.âÂ
You gulped, feeling your heartbeat raise. Could he tell that too?Â
âIt goes without saying that a demigod's powers are associated with their parentage. So as the daughter of the Goddess of Hearth and Home, Iâm assuming you have some sort of bond with fire.âÂ
Tightening your fists, you refused to meet his eye.Â
It made sense why you never told anyone in the human world about your ability to create fire out of thin air but somehow you couldnât bring yourself to tell anyone in the demi-world either.Â
You had seen the powers the boys had - Seokmin was the son of Posiedon, God of the Sea, but he couldnât create water, only bend it. And Mingyu? His father was the literal God of Fire and even he was only immune to flames.Â
But you, birthing fire from thin air? Something told you that even in the world of demigods, the world where you belonged, you were a freak.
âOr maybe Iâm an architect because of you know, the âhomeâ bit.âÂ
âI donât think so. Your college preference is pretty much just a personal interest.âÂ
âThen I guess I donât have any powers.â You shrugged. âMaybe the Oracle made a mistake.âÂ
âThe Oracle isnât human. It never makes mistakes.âÂ
âThen maybe my powers are too insignificant for us to care. I mean think about it - what can the daughter of such a goddess have to offer? I most definitely donât have anything of value.âÂ
Jihoon stared at you like he had too many thoughts.Â
âDo you know the life cycle of a demigod?âÂ
You shook your head confused about where he was going with this.
âNot everyone born half breed inherits powers and even if they do, it is dormant until puberty. At the ages of 16 to 18, demigods are at their highest energies which gives them an aura that makes them instantly identifiable - the stronger their abilities, the stronger the aura. After they are picked either by their parents or our scout force, theyâre taken to the Oracle who puts them in camp where they will be best suited to train and learn to harness their powers. If a demigod isnât placed in camp by 18, you best believe that they are dead.âÂ
âHuh?â You blinked. âWhy is that?âÂ
âBecause either the inability to handle their own powers will kill them or in rare cases, monsters.âÂ
âM-monsters?âÂ
âThereâs always good and bad in the world. Where you have gods, you have monsters too.â Jihoon opened one of the books to a page filled with sketches of the most gruesome creatures youâd ever seen. âMost of our predecessors have already locked up many of these in the Underworld but there are still some out there, lurking around. If they sense an aura and you arenât trained for combat, you donât stand a chance.âÂ
âSo you think because Iâve managed to survive the last seven years, on my own and untrained, I am powerful?â You frowned. âDid you consider the fact that perhaps my aura was so weak no one could detect me?âÂ
âI did. That was my first assumption till the Oracle.â He leaned onto the table. âEven Gods have to touch the orb for a reading but your mere presence lit her up Y/n. Your aura isnât weak, itâs different and my guess is it has something to do with being Hestia's daughter.âÂ
You hummed, trying to make sense of things. âWell, did the same thing happen with her other children?âÂ
Jihoon shook his head. âWe donât know. Unfortunately for us, there are no other known children of Hestia - you are the first ever.âÂ
You stared at him, letting the weight of his words sink in.Â
âIâm her only child?âÂ
Jihoon nodded slowly.Â
If that were true, the whole of last week made no sense. Ever since you had discovered the temple, you had been trying to reach out to your mother every other hour. You assumed she might have been busy or probably had too many places to be to tend to you, but to learn that you were her only progeny and she still didnât care hurt differently.Â
Scoffing sadly you shook your head. âWhat kind of mother doesnât care about her only child?âÂ
âOne who is not proud of her momentary lapse of judgement.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Jihoon sighed. âHestia is one of the three virgin goddesses, along with Artemis and Athena. Sheâs not supposed to have any offspring, much less one with a human. If anything, you are a walking talking symbol of her weakness.âÂ
âI am her child-âÂ
âIn theory.â Jihoon emphasised. âBut in reality, youâre merely a fragment of her.âÂ
âI donât understand.âÂ
âHumans and Gods donât mix Y/n. Hell, even humans and demigods canât.âÂ
âIâm aware.âÂ
Jihoon took a pause before he narrowed his eyes at you playfully. âWhy and how are you aware of that?âÂ
âIrrelevant.â You brushed off. âBut if what youâre saying is true, how can demigods even come to be?âÂ
âBecause itâs not unlike even the Gods to succumb to lust. At any time they feel particularly attracted to a human they enchant their partners.â When you frowned like you didnât understand, he sighed and continued. âEnchantment is what we call the process of godsâŠto crudely put it, possessing people. Taking over their bodies, controlling them.âÂ
Your jaw dropped.Â
âYou mean they possess one person to have sex with another???âÂ
âWell, sometimes itâs just sex but sometimes it is love. They stay on Earth for years together till the lesser gods arenât able to handle things and they are forced to go back.â Jihoon got up, pacing around the room. âDemigods are born to two human parents who are completely unaware about what happened with them and what their child actually is.âÂ
âWowâ You breathed out dumbfounded. âYou mean to say I have two parents in the Mortal world and one sitting in Olympus-â Jihoon nodded. â-and neither of them care about me?âÂ
Jihoon looked at you like you had given him more information than he asked for.Â
âI canât speak for your mortal parents but as far as Gods are concerned, they donât really care about their half human childrenâŠâŠ unless they are powerful.â He locked his arms behind his back. âDemigods train for years to become worthy of their parents' attention.âÂ
âSo being a demigod isnât really a gift after all.âÂ
Sighing, Jihoon sat down beside you. âYou canât allow yourself to be governed by emotions Y/n. You are the result of a Godâs lack of resistance to impulses - those who sit in Olympus have their own flaws. If you run your whole life seeking their validation, you will keep running. They will keep you running.âÂ
âWhat do I do then?â You blinked at him lost. âI think I have more than one question I want to ask the woman because of whom my life is a mess. How do I get her to notice me?âÂ
âPlay it smart. First, learn about our world and the things that shape it. Understand how Olympus works - what the God's weaknesses are, what ticks them off, what will bring them on your side.â He turned to you. âIf you play your cards right, trust me, your mother will come looking for you in no time.â
Letting out a deep breath, you whispered hesitantly. âWill you teach me how?âÂ
Smiling in a way that made your stomach turn a lot differently than it used to for Jihoon before, he nodded. âI'd love to.âÂ
You didnât even realise when your supposed two hour session with Jihoon dragged on till after the sun had set.Â
By the end of it, you had a book full of notes stuffed in your backpack and a head full of information that your instructor had filled. As you stepped out of the library building, Jihoon offered to walk you back to Seungcheolâs house given it was nightfall and as much as you wanted to continue talking to him, you politely refused. You werenât ready to face that man just yet but just as you began walking towards the Great Hall to grab a snack or two, your eyes fell on Jeonghan and Seungcheol whispering away near the trees.Â
As you skidded to a stop in your path, they turned towards you, both surprised and relieved by your presence. When you noticed Jeonghan nudge Seungcheol making him take a step towards you, you immediately walked back, knocking into someone behind you, earning a shriek.Â
âWatch it rookie.â Seungkwan muttered as you apologised under your breath. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a couple of the guys standing fully dressed like they were headed out to a party.Â
âY/n.â Seungcheol took another step, trying to get your attention again. âWe need to talk-âÂ
âI canât,â You walked over to the boys, placing yourself right in the middle of the group. âIâm going out tonight.âÂ
âDressed like that?â Seungcheol raised his eyebrows, looking up to down at a really old t-shirt you had donned over a pair of worn out shorts.Â
âFunny that a man who pairs socks with sandals is judging me about my outfit.âÂ
Behind you the boys snickered, glancing down at Seungcheolâs feet.Â
âThatâs not my point-âÂ
âCan you drop my bag in my room?â You looked over the leaderâs shoulder at his sidekick. âSince you love roaming around that house anyways.âÂ
Jeonghan caught the bag you threw to him, sighing as he swung it over his shoulder.Â
âWell, that would make a total of eight of us..âŠâ Seokmin looked around, doing a headcount. âDinoâs car can take us all but it will be a bit congested-âÂ
âI can take my bike.â Mingyu offered, running his hands through his hair. âItâll be more convenient for you guys and-âÂ
âCan I ride with you?â You turned to Mingyu, looking at him just a little pleadingly.Â
Even though you were on the way to a party, you werenât in the mood to be stuffed in a small car with a bunch of guys right now - all you wanted was some air and space away from Seungcheol.Â
Shooting you a small smirk, Mingyu nodded, just in time for his mechanical bull to jog over, modifying into a slick bike the moment it neared him. As he got on, you followed him, gripping his shoulders as you clambered on.Â
âHold tight.âÂ
Wrapping your arms around his waist, you glanced at the two boys left behind - Seungcheolâs jaw was tight and Jeonghan looked mildly curious, eyes darting where your body pressed up against Mingyuâs back. You could tell the normally cocky Mingyu did seem slightly tense under your touch, perhaps because you were not wearing a bra and he could feel everything very clearly.Â
âShall we?â He muttered, turning on the engine.Â
Sighing, you nodded, a part of you well aware that tonight was most definitely going to be a long night.Â
âLetâs go.âÂ
âIâve been to funerals better than this.âÂ
You muttered to Seokmin about fifteen minutes after reaching the house that the boys had brought you to for the night. Your expectation had been that of a frat party, one with pizzas and chips and dip and booze instead you were looking at a living room filled with pink balloons, rose gold streamers and french appetisers.Â
âWait till Soonyoungâs alcohol goes around.â Seokmin half giggled, grabbing a canape from the table. âThings always get so much fun after that.âÂ
You watched the man in question pulling out some bottles from his pockets, handing them over to some boys at the corner of the room.Â
The moment Chanâs car had stopped at the location, all the boys had practically disappeared. Seungkwan headed over to a bunch of people Mingyu said were some of his very close friends. No sooner than he said that, he too disappeared as did Chan, Soonyoung and Mingao. The only ones who remained by your side were Seokmin and Joshua but just as you stepped into the house, a couple of girls pulled Joshua away, leaving you with your current company.Â
âWhy do I feel like something about Soonyoungâs alcohol is sketchy?âÂ
âMaybe because itâs an illegal blend?â Seokmin shrugged before realising what he had let slip. âYou cannot tell anyone. Everyone in camp will kill him and Soonyoung will resurrect and kill me.âÂ
Laughing you shook your head, grabbing a cracker and topping it with brie, stomach rumbling due to the lack of dinner.Â
âYou donât have to keep me company Seokmin.â You turned to the man who was sweet enough to stay by your side. âI donât wanna ruin your night.âÂ
âItâs no big deal.â He muttered, putting himself between you and a drunk guy leaning over you to grab a drink from the table. âI know you donât know anyone here-âÂ
âIâm not looking to socialise anyways.â You confessed, piling a bunch of stuff on your plate. âIâm just going to sit outside and grab a bite in, hopefully, some peace and quiet.âÂ
âOh.â Seokmin looked a little upset, like he wanted to hang out with you but before you could tell him that you didnât mind his company, Mingyu popped by out of nowhere, pulling his friend by the elbow and dragging him away excitedly. Chuckling, you got back to piling your plate.Â
âYou worked up an appetite.âÂ
You turned to see Soonyoung hovering behind you, hands tucked in his pocket.Â
âYeahâŠ.â You shoved a spoonful of cold but nevertheless tasty pasta salad into your mouth. âApparently spending three hours learning about Greek gods can really drain you.âÂ
âJihoon can be a bit intense with teaching.â Soonyoung laughed, nonchalantly wiping the cream at the edge of your lips with his thumb. âThe trick is to remind him about his workout. He'll drop everything and run.âÂ
âHuh.â You laughed uncertainly before struggling to swallow your bite and turning to him. He stared at you stuffing your mouth with an expression you couldnât quite read.Â
âSoonyoung weâŠ. â You swallowed. âWe didn't get to talk about last night.â
âOh.â Soonyoung blinked. âWhat about it?â
About what he said. About if you heard it right. About if he meant it.Â
âAbout if whatever happened wasâŠ. of any use with Mina?â You diverted like a coward.
âI uh haven't spoken to her yet.â Soonyoung confessed, scratching the back of his head. âSurprisingly I haven't returned any of her calls.â
âWhy is that?âÂ
âI don't know.â He looked at you intently. âI don't feel like doing it.â
âIs thereâŠâ You whispered softly, wondering if you should even be asking this. If you were ready for his answer. â....something else you feel like doing?â
Soonyoung nodded, his tongue running across his lower lip, his eyes darting to your mouth. Just as it seemed like he leaned in, out of nowhere, the most beautiful girl you had ever seen, threw her arms around Soonyoung's neck, pulling his mouth to hers instead.Â
âHoshi.â She mumbled against his lips, pressing her body up against him not so subtly.Â
You weren't sure why exactly you were continuing to watch the two people before you shoving their tongues into each other's mouth but perhaps that's how shock worked. Though you didn't have the intention of continuing anything at all with Soonyoung, something about being interrupted this way stung differently.Â
By the time they had separated, you had chugged an entire can of beer, crushing the metal in your hand.
âAnd who might this be?â She looked at you, pushing her hair back.Â
âShe's the new member of camp seventeen Y/n,â He pointed between the two of you, âY/n, this is Mina, my uhâŠ.â
âGirlfriend.â She smiled, with an unbelievably perfect set of teeth. âSo the rumours are true. The infamous all-boys-celibate camp finally has a female presence. Tell me,â Her eyes glowed. âHave you gotten your eyes on any of them? Or even better,â She lowered her voice. âHave you gotten your hands on any of them already?â
You looked at Soonyoung, utterly uncomfortable.Â
âMina, you canât ask such things-â
âWhy not? It'll be between just us girls-âÂ
âPlease.â He pulled her back. âLast I saw you, we broke up and now you just waltz back and-âÂ
âI know, I know. We never should have broken up in the first place. That whole fight was stupid.â She pouted, wrapping her arms around him tighter. âForget about it Soonyoung-âÂ
âForget about it?â His expression was of disbelief. âSo you don't have anything to say to me?âÂ
She looked away, pretending like she was thinking before turning back to him with a smirk. âYes, I do. I didn't wear any underwear today.âÂ
Inwardly groaning you stared at the design of the tile hoping the ground would just swallow you instead. You wanted to get the fuck out of here since this conversation was of no interest to you but moving was impossible with both their intertwined figures blocking the way.Â
âCome on Soonyoung, it's been so long and I'm in the mood tonight. The bedrooms on the second floor wonât be free for long.âÂ
Soonyoungâs adam's apple shifted, his words stuck somewhere there as Mina held him by the wrist and began leading him away. As he was dragged off, you expected him to turn and shoot you a grateful look, instead, he looked at you wistfully.Â
Your plan was simple - stuff your face with all the incredibly bougie food, catch some air in the patio away from all the noise and then leave with the boys whenever they were ready to go. Instead here you were, your plate somewhere unattended while you were gripping the edge of the sink, leaning over it, chest heaving as you stared into the mirror.Â
Now you knew you werenât supposed to be hogging the washroom for this long but you couldnât bear to go out. One, you didnât want to see Soonyoung and his girlfriend again - especially if she was going to be all over him like a leech because something about that sight made your stomach turn violently. And two, you were somehow, for no reason at all, incredibly wet.
Perhaps it was because suddenly, everyone in the party was quite literally all over each other, or because you were thinking about what happened in Soonyoungâs residence this time yesterday, or because you were just plain desperate to have something, anything inside you.Â
Last night awakened something in you that you didnât know existed and now nothing seemed to satiate the beast. Chiding yourself for being out here when you could have been in your own room, having your way with Soonyoungâs toy or your own fingers maybe, you gripped the sink tighter, feeling your heart rate rise unprompted. It was getting harder and harder to stay modest.Â
The only thing that stopped you from putting your hand down your pants in a house full of sixty people on the other side of the door, was the knock on it.Â
âWhat part of I am throwing up in here do you not- Oh!â You gasped, walking back as the door flung open and in stepped a slightly inebriated Chan. âWhat are you doing!?âÂ
âYou wonât open the doorâŠ.â He slurred. âItâs been so long, Seokmin was worried.âÂ
âHow the hell did you open three locksâŠ.â You stared at the door as he slowly shut it behind him.Â
âMy father is the God of thieves. Are you really surprised that I can open any lock and any door?âÂ
âI guess not.â You muttered, sitting down on the edge of the bathtub. âBut you didnât need to, I was going to come out-âÂ
âYouâve been in here for over 20 minutes.â Chan crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. âI thought you passed out or something.âÂ
âI wish.â
Passing out would be much better than whatever was going on between your legs.Â
âYou donât look like youâre enjoying the party.âÂ
âIâm not. Iâm just waiting for us to head back.âÂ
âThen why ask to tag along?â He raised his eyebrow. âDoes it have anything to do with the hostility between you and Seungcheol?âÂ
âSo you noticed.âÂ
âI think everyone did.â Chan chuckled. âDo you want to tell me why or should I guess?âÂ
âShoot your shot.âÂ
Chan shrugged all knowingly, âHe rejected you.âÂ
You looked up at the boy before you so fast, you nearly fell back thanks to the inertia.Â
âW-what makes you think that?â
âSons of Zeus and Daughters of Aphrodite have a natural tendency to attract the opposite sex.â He stated like it was obvious. âSeungcheol has women swooning over him like they're in some sort of trance. He doesn't really care for them because he knows it's a mere chemical attraction thanks to his dad. Instead he just ignores them or if things get unbearable, he breaks their hearts so they snap out of it.âÂ
You knew Chan had to be quite tipsy to so bluntly place you in the list of women Seungcheol had rejected. It wasn't like that was it? Yesterday in the rain, he had hinted his feelings for you, he almost kissed you butâŠ.. what about what you were feeling? Was this irresistible attraction you felt towards him nothing but chemical?Â
Considering how you had been feeling since Mina wrapped herself all over SoonyoungâŠ. You wouldn't have felt that if your heart was set out on Seungcheol right?Â
Then againâŠ.. it was Seungcheolâs name that left your mouth as you orgasmed yesterday.Â
Staring at the floor you shook your head slightly. You could not think about last night again, not with how soaked you already were at the moment.Â
âHey,â Chan inched closer, putting his finger under your chin, lifting your face to meet your eyes. He did not however notice the way you pressed your thighs together at his touch. His eyes skimmed over the features of your face, a slight amused smile forming on his face. âYouâre flushedâŠ. Did you have any of Soonyoungâs alcohol?âÂ
You shook your head but were unable to shake his fingers from your face. âHis blend is not my drink of choice.âÂ
âOh gods, please donât tell me you had any beer.âÂ
âI think I had two cansâŠâŠ or maybe four?â You frowned. âI can't remember but I'm not drunk! Beer barely makes me-âÂ
âY/n,â Sighing, Chan finally let you go. âParty rule number one, you never drink alcohol at an Aphrodite rager.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
âBecause Aphroditeâs children are a bunch of troublemakers. Donât let their gorgeous faces fool you.â He brushed the hair off your face. âYou must think people like Joshua are the finest to walk the Earth, but donât judge a man without knowing his stories.âÂ
Joshua? You frowned. How could he be anything but a sweetheart? Soonyoungâs girlfriend maybe was an obnoxious toad but not Joshua. He was flawless.Â
âYou might as well have drank Soonyoungâs disgusting blend.â Chan muttered. âWhy do you think his alcohol sells so well at these parties?âÂ
âBecause his annoyingly beautiful girlfriend is a daughter of Aphrodite?âÂ
âYes, but also because only the insane drink the booze served at an Aphrodite party. She may be the goddess of Love but sheâs also the goddess of Sex and more importantly, her children are addicted to it.â Chan looked at you just a little worried. âThose drinks are their special concoctions of aphrodisiacs.âÂ
âA-aphrodisiacs???âÂ
âAphrodite, aphrodisiacs - not far off huh?â He shrugged. âIâm not sure if it hit you yet - do you feel anything?âÂ
âNoâŠ.â You shook your head.Â
The correct answer was hell yes. Everything going on with you suddenly made sense but you couldn't tell Chan that, not him.Â
âAre you not feeling unnaturally hot?â He looked at you concerned as he sat down beside you, his body unwittingly brushing against yours. âDoesn't the tiniest bit of proximity rile you up?âÂ
You didnât answer him. You didn't need him to know just how much even his presence was affecting you thanks to those stupid sex potions.
âI should tell you beforehand, when it hits, itâs going to be intense but the longer you resist it, the stronger it gets.â You turned to him, only just realising how close his face was to yours. âThe only chance you have of getting out of itâŠ. is to give in.âÂ
Gulping you stared at him. The boy who was always bright, laughing around and cracking jokes like he was an old man was looking at you with unusually darkened eyes, his thighs pressed against yours, your hand inches away from him.Â
The only chance you have of getting it out is to give in.
âChan do you thinkâŠ.â You gulped. â...you can guard the door for a while?â
Perhaps if it were anyone but Lee Chan you would have climbed them by now. Because he was right - the more you tried to control yourself, the more you felt yourself slipping. But not with Chan, definitely not with him. He was far too sweet and innocent to be dragged into whatever mess was going on with you.Â
âI might uh need a few minutes alone here.â You mumbled.Â
Chan blinked like he didn't understand but when you looked away, wiping the sweat trickling down your neck in a pretty cold room, he seemed like he got it.Â
âOh y-yeah sure.â He got up quickly, not looking at you. âI'll be right outside.â
And with that he scurried out, closing the door behind him.Â
The moment he disappeared you smacked your head - you didn't particularly enjoy beer anyways, why did you have to drink it tonight? If you were being honest, it was because of Soonyoung and his irritatingly gorgeous girlfriend and their unnecessary antics right in front of you face-Â
No.Â
No no no.Â
You couldn't be spiralling with these thoughts again. Chan said the longer you resisted, it was going to get worse so you were going to do whatever it took to get this feeling out of your system.Â
As you unbuttoned your shorts, you got up and leaned against the sink to avoid seeing your face in the mirror, barely able to meet your own eyes given what you were about to do. Pushing your embarrassment aside considering the need of the hour, you slid your hand past the material of your underwear, fingers feeling exactly how drenched you were.Â
âFucking hell.â You muttered. How was it possible that you were this wet absolutely unprompted and for no reason at all? What the hell was in those concoctions??Â
You thought you could just get off with your own fingers but given how easily they were sliding past your hole there was no way you could do this on your own, especially not here. Annoyed, you pulled your hand out and turned, washing it under the running water, sighing at your reflection in the mirror. Chan was right, you were incredibly flushed, your pupils were blown and the sheen of sweat was very evident - oh it was definitely getting worse.Â
Maybe you could go find Mingyu and convince him to give you a ride back to camp. If you could get your hands on Soonyoungâs toy again, you could help yourself out of this. That was perhaps the best thing to do right now.Â
Adjusting your hair and your clothes, you gave yourself a determined nod and opened the door, expecting to see Chan but finding someone else entirely guarding the door.
âM-Minghao.â You stuttered as he looked over his shoulder, eyes finding you.
âParty rule number two, never trust Lee Chan to do anything in a party with alcohol.âÂ
You should have known - he might be your age but Chan was like an overexcited child. And did Minghao just say rule number two? Did that mean he was awareâŠ.
âYouâre still very aroused.â He smirked as you felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment. âIâm guessing whatever you were trying to do in there didnât work out.âÂ
You groaned. âI canât believe Chan told you-âÂ
âHe didnât.â Minghao shook his head amused. You watched as he ran his eyes from your face down. âHe didnât have to, itâs pretty evident.âÂ
âI just need to get home and Iâll be fine-âÂ
âI donât think so.â He dropped his voice, his wide frame covering anyone from seeing you. âOn the contrary, you might quite literally pounce on the first guy you see-âÂ
âYouâre the first guy.âÂ
Minghaoâs eyes darkened as he looked at you wordlessly. Strangely, you felt something shift inside you too - oh god he was right.
âHow much longer-â
âThereâs bedrooms upstairs you know-âÂ
âAre you guys done-â Â
âNo.â Minghao shook his head, silencing the voices behind him as he slid his bracelet off his wrist and hooked it to the door handle, eyes not leaving you even once. âGet in.âÂ
Surprisingly you obeyed, taking a step back, allowing him to enter as he closed the door behind him much to the disappointment of the many queueing outside.Â
âY/n,â How was his voice so much deeper suddenly? âThis is the exact kind of trouble the Aphrodite children are looking for. They want the drama that comes from the inability to control oneself, youâre better than that.âÂ
âWhat do you want me to do?â You groaned. âBefore you shoved me back in here, I was trying to leave and get back to camp so I can deal with it myself-âÂ
âThe art of war lies in self control.â He slid his arms in his pockets, looking at you just like he did every morning on the training field. âAs a demigod, you are at your best when you learn how to control yourself. People misunderstand how this aphrodisiac works - you don't have to give in, it does wear off after a point. Most just don't happen to be able to control themselves till then.â
âWears off at what point because Minghao, it's been barely 20 minutes since Iâve had those drinks and Iâm barely able to get a hold of myself.âÂ
âWhich is precisely why leaving right now is a horrible idea - you donât have a hold over yourself.â He let out a deep breath. âWe can fix it. We can stay here for however long you need and you can let this pass. Consider it a lesson in your training.âÂ
âWeâre training in the middle of a party?âÂ
âAs warriors weâre always training.â He walked past you, sitting on the edge of the bathtub like you had been just a while ago, looking annoyingly relaxed. âDo you think I enjoy these all-pink, snooty french parties? I come here just for the drinks.âÂ
Your jaw dropped. âY-you had the beer too?âÂ
Minghao nodded.Â
âOn purpose? After knowing what they do?âÂ
He nodded again.
âWhy in the world would you do that?âÂ
âTo practise self control.â He stated like it was obvious.
âBy drugging yourself?âÂ
âA good warrior is one who doesnât allow himself to be governed by any kind of emotion - lust is usually the hardest to control.âÂ
âSo that concoction has no effect on you?âÂ
âIt's starting to hit.â Minghao looked at you intently as your eyes flickered down to his pants, noticing the bulge. âBut I'm not the kind to give in.âÂ
âWell I think I'm the kind to.â You muttered, throat going dry as you peeled your eyes away. Minghao didn't. âI don't know how to explain it.â You shut your eyes tight, embarrassed of the words leaving you but you knew he might be the only person who understood where you were at. âbut I have this feeling like I'm being clawed on the inside, like if I don't have anything in me right this second, I might just lose my mind.â
âI get it.â Your eyes flew open to find him standing right in front of you, his face inches away. âI feel like I'm on the edge of my sanity too but you can fight it.âÂ
Gulping you looked at the way his lips moved, the vein of his neck stark as was his collarbone peeking from under his shirt. Before this, you hadnât actually noticed just how handsome Minghao was.Â
âl can't.â You whispered, running your eyes over his features. âCanâŠcan you help me?âÂ
Leaning closer, his gaze hardened. You could see there were thoughts running in that head of his - the warrior was engaged in a battle with himself.Â
âMinghao please.â
Grabbing your waist, he spun you around swiftly, trapping you between his hands and the sink, meeting your eyes in the reflection of the mirror.Â
âHelp you how?âÂ
You looked at how his mouth was right by your ear and his frame so wide behind you that he was engulfing you merely with his presence. On one hand there were his arms, veins running up them as he gripped the edge of the sink and on the other was the fact that if you just took one step back, you knew you would feel his length pressed against you - both of which were making things exponentially worse.Â
âTell me how you want me to help Y/n.â He muttered, his breath soft against your ear.
âI⊠you know how-âÂ
âI was helping. I was telling you what to do-â
âCan't you do something instead?â Knowing exactly what you were doing, you took a small step back, pressing your back against his chest and your ass against his length. âDidn't you say it hit you too?âÂ
You thought it was a fair enough proposition. Both of you had taken the drink so it was easy to put the blame on it for anything that might potentially happen.
âBut I don't need any help.â He shook his head adamantly. âIf I help you, what's in it for me?âÂ
âI'll owe you one.â You sighed. âWhenever, wherever, please MinghaoâŠ.â
âRemember those words.â He whispered, his hand snaking around your waist to unbutton your shorts, fingers lingering over your skin.Â
âW-wait.â You gasped. Though this was exactly what you were expecting when you asked for his help, as it blended into reality, you felt an uncertainty kick in. âW-what if someone opens the door-â
âA door that has the bracelet of Ares on it?â Minghao's reflection raised his eyes amused. âThey'd be crazy to.âÂ
âb-but what ifâŠ. I'm too loud or something. Wouldn't we be in trouble?â
âY/n.â His hand drew back just a little. âAre you sure you want me toâŠ.âÂ
âYes.â You shut your eyes mortified that just the feeling of him withdrawing his touch was physically painful. âYes please âŠâÂ
Almost instantly Minghao obeyed, his hand snaking past the material of your shorts, just the thin layer of your underwear keeping his fingers away from you.Â
âOh you poor thing, you're drenched.â
You nodded as his hand pushed aside your panties, running his digits along your folds, smearing your arousal everywhere, a fingertip prodding your hole ever so slightly.Â
âI'm not sure two fingers are enough for you.â He muttered, groaning. âYou really want a dick inside don't you?âÂ
âSo bad.â You whispered back. âI wouldn't even mind two of them in me right now-âÂ
You felt your words die in your throat as Minghao chuckled, slipping his fingers into your wet hole. âLet's start with two of these first.âÂ
A soft moan left you as you agreed, hands gripping the edge tighter as his digits simply stayed inside you.Â
âLook at you.â He muttered in your ear. âOpen your eyes and look at yourself.âÂ
Hesitating you obeyed, catching sight of the two of you in the mirror as his free hand wrapped around your waist, holding you in place against him. Something about the way your small frame fit against his wider one wasâŠ.nice.Â
You wanted to ask him to move his fingers, to give you something but before you said it, he slowly began pumping his digits in and out, burying his face in the dip of your neck. As his mouth brushed your skin, you felt yourself tense around his fingers.Â
âSo tight. â He mumbled. âOh you'd be such a delight to fuck.âÂ
âThen fuck me.â You moaned as his fingers picked up speed.Â
âTempting.â His voice left him like a low growl as his teeth grazed your skin. âBut I'm a man of principles.âÂ
âAre you sure?â Reaching for the hand on your waist, you led it up your torso under your shirt, guiding him to your tits. Â
âNo bra?â He half groaned, squeezing it. âWhat a doll.â
âDon't you want to fuck me?â Moaning you tried to push your ass further against his rock hard self. âUse me and we can both be free of this-âÂ
âDon't be greedy Y/n.â Contrary to his words, he let a third finger join his act. âTake what I'm giving you.âÂ
Feeling a lot more full now, you felt your jaw slacken and no words left as both his hands took turns to harshly pump and squeeze, his mouth along your shoulder and neck, leaving painful, stinging marks of red.Â
âFaster.â You panted as his tongue ran along your skin to soothe the burn and fingers obeyed, stretching you out just right. Minghao could tell it wasn't enough and his thumb darted to your clit, having you keen in his arms. The moment he curled his fingers up, met your eyes in the reflection and whispered, âcum for me doll.â, all that was building inside you instantly snapped, your orgasm washing over you in waves.Â
Thank god he held you up against him because as you pressed your legs, riding out your climax, they began trembling. When your sight became clear and you came around, Minghao slowly let you go but whatever fire was burning inside you was not satiated.Â
Fucking hell.Â
âYou need more?â Minghao chuckled as he took a step back and you turned to him, eyes still hooded with lust.Â
âPerhaps just anotherâŠâ You ran your hand down his chest, unzipping his hoodie, revealing his black tank top. âFinish off the favour.âÂ
âI donât think so.â He shook his head. âAs your campmate I did help. But now as your trainer, I'm going to let you get over the rest on your own.âÂ
âMinghaoâŠ.â You groaned. If he was going to leave you halfway, he might as well not have done anything. Now you were, in fact, much more turned that you didn't think his fingers could even do the job anymoreâŠ..you needed the whole package.Â
But like he said, Minghao was a man of principles, he wouldn't give inâŠ. unless you could tempt him enough?Â
Humming you looked around. The four walls of this bathroom did not seem like the right place to try and entice him but thankfully, you remembered Soonyoungâs girlfriend mentioning the bedrooms upstairs.Â
âFine.â You agreed, adjusting your clothes and buttoning up while Minghao washed his hands. Perhaps if the two of you found yourself in the proximity of one of those rooms, you could get him to succumb.
As you pulled your hair into a ponytail, Minghao opened the door, holding it for you to leave first but being the girl you were, you wantonly brushed your hand against his erection, pretending your actions were innocent. He stared at you as you walked away from him, stopping only at the edge of the staircase to glance at him before heading up, hoping he was following.Â
Pushing through the crowd of people making out and feeling each other up in a way that was far from decent, you glanced down the corridor, slightly surprised. The house didnât seem so big from the outside but the corridor before you looked endless with dozens of rooms on either side. You walked past them, avoiding the ones with socks on the knobs, knocking on some to receive screams of âgo awayâ and âtakenâ and opening some unanswered doors to sights you wished you never saw. Half disturbed and half amused you continued to try and find an empty room when the sound of a particular something made you stop your tracks, eyes widening.Â
Your name.Â
Your name sounding like a strangled moan, repeated over and over, getting breathless with each word.
Gulping, you slowly pushed the door next to you open, both terrified and curious about what you were going to see because a part of you recognised that voice - it was one you heard on camp all the time.Â
Sure enough, before you was a large bed, Soonyoung sitting against the headboard, his pants pushed down his thighs and his dick in his fist, pumping it hard and fast. He didnât seem to notice your presence, his eyes screwed shut as your name continued to spill from his mouth. Of course this wasnât the first time you were seeing Soonyoung do this but something had most definitely changed since last time.Â
When you took a step ahead, letting the door close behind you, the click of it shutting was what finally got his attention, his eyes flying open. Catching sight of you he immediately swore loudly, tucking his length back into his pants, face turning a lot more red than it already was.Â
âGod woman, how long have you-âÂ
âLong enough to hear whose name you were saying.â You looked at him guiltily. âSoonyoung, you have a girlfriend-âÂ
âMina and I are not together.â He confessed, gulping.âShe wanted to but for the first time ever I refused toâŠ.âÂ
âWhy?â You whispered, terrified of the answer. Please, please, please. Kwon Soonyoung cannot be in love with you.Â
âFor the last ten years I thought no one could make me feel the way she did and thatâs why the two of us belong with each other butâŠ.â He sighed. âI learnt that thatâs not true.âÂ
You blinked at him as he looked at you softly.Â
âAnd you know why itâs not true.âÂ
âSoonyoung weâŠ.â You walked in, sitting on the edge of the bed. âWhat happened between us was just a favour, one friend to another. How can there be something between us-âÂ
âI know.â He nodded. âIâm not saying Iâm in love with you or something, IâŠ. I myself donât really know, all this is new to me too.âÂ
âBut what you were doing,â You tried not to glance at his pants where his erection was still very much evident. âThat seemed like-âÂ
âY/n Iâve only ever been with one woman my whole life who gave me a boner before I turned her down for good.â He couldnât look at you either. âWhat else could I really doâŠ..âÂ
A part of you understood him. You too were incredibly wound for a while now and you knew what it was like to try and fight it - you too had succumbed. In fact you were still not fully rid of the feeling and Soonyoung was right before you, just as aroused. Yesterday could be justified as an ignorant act whose consequences were not expected but if you went through with this today, there was no coming back from it. It wouldnât be rightâŠ..
.
.
.
But fuck it.Â
âYou didnât finish, did you?âÂ
Soonyoung shook his head slowly
Sighing, you kicked off your shoes and climbed on the bed on all fours, crawling towards him as he held his breath.Â
âThis is yet another favour.â You clarified, more to yourself than him, âJust so you can understand if it's me you want to fuck or just anyone who's not your girlfriend.âÂ
W-what?â He stuttered as your hand found the waistband of his pants. âWe're going toâŠ?âÂ
âWe don't have to if you don't want to-âÂ
âYes.â He breathed out, nodding fast. âGod yes I want to.âÂ
Smiling just a little, you pulled his pants down a bit, the way they were when you had entered. His erection sprung out, lying against his shirt, the tip pink and flushed. You were familiar with how it looked, but this was the most up close you had seen it and the first time you touched it as you wrapped your wrist around the base, earning a hiss from him.Â
âHow long have you been hard?âÂ
âOver 20 minutes.â He groaned. âEver since we spoke at the tableâŠ. your ass looked fucking good when you bent over the table.âÂ
âYeah?â You pumped his length slowly. âYou're not too bad yourself. Your abs are hot.â
Almost immediately, without needing to be told, Soonyoung pulled his sweatshirt over his head, tossing it on the floor.Â
âGood boy.â Tongue darting out, you licked the precum on his slit, looking up at his blown pupils. âYou taste good too.âÂ
âFuck y/n, I might just cum right now.âÂ
âIn my mouth?â You cooed. âNot inside me?â
Groaning Soonyoung threw his head back. Honestly, you had no idea how these words were even leaving you - you owed it to both the aphrodisiac coursing through you and also how submissive Soonyoung seemed in your hands. So reactive, so easy to please.Â
The moment you took his tip in your mouth, his hand gripped your ponytail, trying to push himself further in. Pulling back with a wet pop, you clicked your tongue.Â
âUh huh.â You shook your head. âIf we do this we do this my way.âÂ
âDo whatever the fuck you want.â He panted, his thighs twitching. âI'm all yours.âÂ
Although you had some thoughts about that statement you didn't voice them. One because you really wanted to suck him off and two because you heard a voice you knew most definitely wasn't Soonyoung.Â
âSo this is how you choose to tempt me.âÂ
Before you Soonyoung froze, eyes looking past you at the door where Minghao was standing. You could tell the man before you was both shocked and embarrassed and wanted to cover himself up but you didn't move to give him room for that.Â
âIf you're worried about your modesty Kwon, you should know I don't give a fuck.â Minghao leaned back against the door. âI'm only interested in what Y/n has to offer.âÂ
Soonyoung looked at you confused as you smiled just a little. Oh you managed to crack him and it didn't even take much.Â
âTell him my offer is still open.â You ran your tongue from his base up. âIf youâre okay with it too that is.âÂ
Soonyoungâs eyes widened, finally realising what was happening. You doubted that he wouldn't be okay with it - the man was quite literally falling apart in your hands.Â
Sure enough, he slowly nodded.
âFrom only one woman ever to this overnight?â Minghao raised his eyebrow. âYour girlfriend must've put you up to a really strong dose of those sex potions.âÂ
âI didn't drink a-any beer.â Soonyoung muttered as you ran your eyes over his face. He was the same as you - pupils widened, face flushed, breath fast and shallow.Â
Oh.Â
âYou're telling me that woman isn't capable of slipping in a little something to entice her boyfriend who won't crawl back to her like he always does?â Minghao chuckled. âBecause I think so.â
Well wasn't this ideal, now you could justify everything that was happening - it was simply three people succumbing to the effects of an aphrodisiac - nothing personal, nothing beyond anything physical. Except deep down you knew it must mean something if despite being drugged Soonyoung rejected his girlfriend because of you and Minghao who was a man of impeccable self control was crumbling for you.Â
Except he hadn't really yet.Â
Deciding to leave the thoughts for another time, you slightly looked over your shoulder at the man who was leaning against the wall.Â
âOnly my mouth is busy, I have two more free holes you know.âÂ
You could tell that something about the energy in the room had shifted the moment you said that, like it was only a matter of time before Minghao joined. Sure enough, you heard the lock of the door click behind you and from the way Soonyoung gulped and his eyes followed his teammate, you could tell Minghao had neared. Wrapping your mouth around the older man's tip again, you hummed at the weight of his dick on your tongue.Â
âF-fuck.â Soonyoung groaned under his breath.Â
As the bed dipped behind you, you knew Minghao had climbed in, finally succumbing, finally giving in. .Â
âIs that the best you got?â He chuckled with a deep voice, pushing your knees apart with his own and running his hand down along your back as Soonyoung stared at him wide eyed. âThat won't be enough for me.â
You could feel your mouth practically water, drool leaking down the corner of your lips as you took Soonyoung further in your mouth, earning a pained hiss. Minghao though was still not satisfied as he bent over, one hand unbuttoning your shorts, his breath at the shell of your ear, whispering.Â
âTake care of my friend and I'll take care of you.â You looked at Soonyoung to see his eyes flickering between the two of you. âThe louder he moans, the harder you'll get it.âÂ
Most definitely motivated, you sunk Soonyoungâs length deeper into your mouth, his tip touching the back of your throat, a deep groan leaving the man as his hand gripped your hair again to hold you back.Â
Minghao smacked it away with the shake of a head as he drew himself back, fingers hooking onto your waistband as he pulled down both your shorts and panties in one go, letting it pool at your bent knees.
You could feel your arousal drip down your legs given how incredibly wet you were. A part of you wanted to see Minghao's face but then you would have missed the sight of Soonyoung panting, looking down at you like the mere smell of you had awakened something wild in him. To make things a whole lot worse, Minghao ran his fingers up your slit, playing with your wetness before gathering it on his digit and holding it out to his friend.Â
âWant a taste?âÂ
âBold of you to assume this is my first time.â Soonyoung smirked as he sucked off Minghao's fingers and you grinned to yourself. Atta boy.Â
Minghao chuckled as he pulled his fingers away, smearing the wetness on the cheek of your ass, landing a smack that sent a sharp sting, making you moan around Soonyoung.Â
âBarely a week in camp and look at you.â He mimicked his actions on your other cheek, the impact jerking your forward, Soonyoungâs length slipping into your throat. âGood girl.âÂ
âSo fucking good.â Soonyoung moaned. âThat mouth is divine.â
âNot more than this.â Cupping the curve of your ass, Minghao dipped his finger into your quivering hole. You keened at the sensation, but didn't stop working on Soonyoung's dick - you knew if you gave Soonyoung what he needed, Minghao would give you what you wanted and god did you want to feel full of him. When you grinded against his hips, his hands left you and you finally heard the sound of Minghao's zipper despite the lewd noises leaving your mouth being much louder.Â
âFuck baby just like that.â Soonyoug groaned as you picked up the speed, making him feel more and more of your throat.Â
You still couldn't tell what Minghao was doing, the absence of his touch testing your patience, your teeth accidentally grazing Soonyoungâs dick making him hiss in pain.Â
Minghao chuckled, adjusting your body on each knee to pull out the clothes on your lower half and when he aligned himself behind you, you could tell he discarded his own too. His hands returned to your ass which you guessed was faint red, a colour that was exceedingly a part of Minghao's life, a colour he seemingly enjoyed. Although you did want him to rail you into tomorrow, you didn't mind if he took a moment to admire what he saw.Â
As though he was lost in thought about the same, Minghao dragged his dick along your folds, his length bumping your clit and sending a jolt down your nerves, before he aligned himself.
âW-waitâ Looking at his friend, Soonyoung let out a strangled cry. âShe hasn't been prepped-â
âOh Kwon.â You felt his tip pushing into your needy wet hole. âShe's already ready for me.âÂ
And with that he buried himself to the hilt, the suddenness making you choke around Soonyoungâs length much to the latter's surprise and delight. Barely giving you the time to get a hold of yourself, Minghao began thrusting into you, the force pushing your mouth to take more of Soonyoung, your hands painfully gripping his thighs. The older man, who could have been a little more considerate, also began ramming his dick into your mouth, barely allowing you to breathe.Â
You could feel yourself losing a grip on reality, one man fucking you onto another - you never thought you would ever find yourself in a situation like this but here you were, being wrecked on both ends by men who were strangers just a week ago but god did it feel good.Â
Minghao bunched the material of your shirt, pushing it up along your spine, as you pulled yourself away from Soonyoung, desperate to get some air before you passed out. He groaned at the loss of your warm mouth but his expression turned fond as you looked up at him, drool running down your chin messily. Considering you looked absolutely fucked out, you didn't get why he was so enamoured as he tucked your hair behind your ear.Â
âShit I could watch you all day sweetie.âÂ
You wanted to say something back but your throat felt too sore and bruised so you settled on just giving him a sweet smile. Minghao watched the interaction between the two of you intently, his movements slowing down to deep, hard strokes. You could feel him so far in, reaching spots no one ever had before. Not even Cheolâs dildo model.Â
âDo you need a breather?â
Soonyoung's concern laced voice was echoed by another one that sounded a lot more condescending. Â
âDo you?â
Though you had barely gotten any air in you for so long and your eyes were threatening to roll back, you knew Minghao would only allow you to cum if Soonyoung did and man did the latter have the stamina of a bull.Â
Shaking your head you spat in your hand and wrapped your fist around the base of his cock, stroking it.Â
âI'm tired.â You muttered. âFuck me Soonyoung.âÂ
Forgetting Minghaoâs previous instructions to not use his hands, Soonyoung obeyed, gripping your hair again, guiding your mouth back to his cock.Â
âTap me twice if you want to stop.âÂ
Much to his surprise, you took him in at a whole new depth, making him throw his head back in pleasure as he held your head down, dick getting squeezed down your throat. At the same time the man behind you decided to pay attention to your clit, making you tremble at the combined sensation but there was nothing you could do - you were at the mercy of both men.Â
As Soonyoung loosened his grip, allowing you draw back, you barely had the time to catch a breath before he was fucking his dick into your mouth, at the same speed Minghao was ravaging you from behind.Â
âFuck fuck fuck.â Soonyoung groaned as his movements got sloppy and his grip tight.Â
âFuck I'm gonna come.âÂ
Oh fucking finally.Â
But to your complete surprise, you felt Minghao's weight press against your back as he leaned over you, hips not stopping their abuse on your hole, whispering,Â
âEnough.âÂ
Although you knew it was cruel, you immediately tapped Soonyoungâs thigh and the moment he let you go confused, you pulled away, looking at him guiltily as you got on all fours.
âThat's my good girl.â
âXu Mingao.â Soonyoung groaned as the other man drew back. âWhat the hell?!âÂ
Minghao simply chuckled. âYou know how much I enjoy pain.â
âSadist.â Soonyoung mumbled, trying to push himself to the edge again, pumping his length slick with your spit, hard and fast.Â
âOh no.â Minghao shook his head, continuing to fuck the living daylights out of you. âIf you cum I'm not letting you get a taste of this.â
âThat's for Y/n to tell.âÂ
âTell him doll.âÂ
You didn't know how he expected you to answer as he rolled his hips against your ass, hitting all the spots.
âTell him what you want.âÂ
âDon't youâŠâ You moaned as Minghao tightened his grip on you painfully. âDon't you want to cum inside me?â
Muttering under his breath, Soonyoung looked at you with eyes filled with lust. You could tell he was leaning to kiss you, but suddenly Minghao's hand wrapped around your neck, drawing you away.Â
Sitting on his ankles, he pulled you back till your thighs rested on him and stripped you of your shirt, baring your body to Soonyoung like a mannequin on display.Â
âDidn't you say you could watch her all day?â He smirked at the older man, hand snaking around your waist. âNow watch.âÂ
You finally seem to understand where the shift in intentions was coming from as he began snapping his hips up into you. Though he wasn't hitting you as deep, his fingers found your clit again and was tightening that knot in you unbelievably fast, your body growing hot and tense.Â
It was the sound of Soonyoungâs soft sigh that brought you attention back to him as he watched where Minghao disappeared into you with unwavering eyes, fully discarding his pants. When you let out another unholy moan, he looked up, not before his eyes lingered at your tits, his tongue running along his lower lip ravenously. At the sight of him and with Minghao hitting that spot once again, you finally convulsed around him, your orgasm hitting you with an intensity it never had before. Under your grip as tight as a vice, Minghao swore in your ear as he came too, ropes of his release painting your insides.Â
It was only when his warmth hit your walls that you realised he had not worn a condom and you had not cared.
Before you could justify to yourself that Demigods probably didn't get STDs and it didn't matter, Minghao pulled himself out, depriving you of his girth to clamp around. With a swift movement that was all a blur to you, he manhandled you around till you felt your back aligning against Soonyoungâs chest, the latter spreading your legs apart, the mixed releases leaking out of you, onto his dick.Â
âJust a little longer.â Minghao tilted your head up by the chin, face hovering over yours. âBe a doll will you?â
You nodded as Soonyoung slipped himself into you with a groan.Â
âFuck I don't think I'm going to last long enough anyways.âÂ
Considering you still hadn't even fully come down from your orgasm yet, Soonyoung's intrusion felt like an intense surge of pleasure shooting up your being. Overwhelmingly, in less than a thrust or two, you found yourself cumming again almost immediately, walls fluttering, tightening around him.Â
Muttering a string of fucks, Soonyoung bit down on your shoulder, his hips moving erratically as he felt himself nearing his high. Cooing into his ear though his thrusts were starting to get painful given your sensitivity, you rolled your hips and with two sharp jerks, Soonyoung finally emptied his load straight into you, cumming copiously.Â
As he softly held you against him, letting your breaths slowly become regular again, your vision finally cleared and you caught sight of a half naked Minghao before you, watching you snuggled in the arms of his friend. Your eyes ran down, finally catching sight of the dick that had been inside you, lips curling into a small smile.Â
âGood?âÂ
He asked, scanning your features as he slid off the bed.
âSo good.â You muttered, beckoning him with your hand.Â
Narrowing his eyes confused, he walked around, picking up all the clothes tossed around before he neared you. Pulling him closer to the edge of the bed by the hand, you wrapped your hand around his dick, leaning over to take it in your mouth. As you licked it clean, tasting your mixed releases along his length, you watched his eyes darken.Â
âJust wanted to be fair.âÂ
âYou're not satiated are you?â He smirked amused as you slowly shook your head. âCareful doll, you won't be able to stay conscious through another round with us.âÂ
âI know..â You muttered, snuggling back into Soonyoungâs chest. âIâm tired. Wanna go back.âÂ
âLet's clean you and get you dressed first.â Soonyoung patted your head softly, unwilling to move as your eyes began fluttering shut. âHao, open that third drawer under the sink, there's washcloths in there.âÂ
âAnd how do you know that?âÂ
âThis is my gir- ex girfriend's room.â Soonyoung muttered.Â
That information seemed to surprise even Minghao who was usually quite unfazed. âYou're crazy Kwon.âÂ
He voiced your thoughts as he disappeared into the bathroom, shaking his head. Within seconds he returned, handing a white towel to Soonyoung who slowly wiped you clean, trying not to brush any sensitive areas.
Just as he finished and his lips softly pressed against your temple asking you not to fall asleep, the sound of a knock resounded in the room, along with a voice.
âAnyone from Camp Seventeen here?âÂ
âYes.â Minghao and Soonyoung replied at the same time.
âSomeone is here looking for your team. Says it's code yellow.âÂ
You watched as the boys shared looks, panicked. Slowly pulling himself away from you, Soonyoung caught the clothes Minghao threw to him, the two of them moving quickly to dress themselves.Pulling your hair into a neat ponytail again and trying to ignore your aching body, you swung your legs off the bed.
âWhatâs going on?âÂ
âGet dressed.â Minghao handed you your clothes, looking tense. âWhen a team member calls a code, it means everyone needs to gather immediately.âÂ
 You nodded, half understanding as you began to dress yourself. âBut what's code yellow?âÂ
Looking at your shivering self, Minghao threw you his hoodie, which you slipped on, letting it envelop you in its warmth.Â
âYellow is a moderate danger alert.â Soonyoung held the door open for you as Minghao stepped out. âIt most likely means the camp is under attack.â
Oh fuck.Â
Pushing through the crowd, you followed the boys downstairs, trying not to lose them in their hurry. Noticing you lagging behind thanks to the fact that you were struggling to walk, Soonyoung grabbed your hand, wrapping his hand around your wrist.Â
From the corner of your eye, you saw Seokmin and Joshua laughing away with a group of girls but before you could call them along, you were dragged away in the urgency of the boys you were with. As you reached the front door, coming to a halt right behind Minghao, your eyes fell on the familiar back of a man leaning against the frame.Â
Oh no.
âChief.âÂ
Seungcheol turned as both boys bowed, greeting him.Â
You simply stared wordlessly, as the blonde man's eyes found you, flickering from the jacket you had donned, to Soonyoung's hand which was still holding yours.Â
Behind him lightning cracked opened the sky and rain began pouring furiously.Â
a/n - please send me your thoughts - this series is waaaay out of my comfort zone, I need to know I'm not completely messing shit up and if I missed you in the taglist, please lmk! Also please be patient for chapter 3 - I have to temporarily shift focus to my other stories as well, I will be back here soon!
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Week Ahead: 11/11-11/17/2024
Pile 1 - Pile 2 - Pile 3
Remember, this is a general reading and it may not resonate for everyone or completely. Tarot is a tool to help guide but you are responsible for your actions and life, you choose your path.
Tips!
Pile 1
Tarot: The Hanged Man (Sacrifice), The Star (The Veil), Eight of Swords, Queen of Pentacles, The Fool (Death), Three of Cups, The Hermit (The Cosmic Tree), Strength (The Orbs)
Oracle: The Pathless, The Priest
Hello, my loves. Has the past week been a little tiring? Overwhelming? This week probably wonât be as crazy but there is a feeling of numbness. Maybe just lost. It feels as if you are just floating through time and space at the moment because of uncertainty towards the future. Youâve been thrust into a whole new chapter without any preparation and without any knowledge of it happening. And now, it feels like you have to sacrifice the past in someway, or it was sacrificed for you. You were grabbed by the arms and yanked away from the past.Â
I believe that your only symbol of hope at the moment are your friends. The ones closest to you or at least a community. They are the only ones grounding you to reality.Â
If you need to stay to yourself, enter hermit mode, for a little but until thereâs a little clarity, itâs okay to do so. Just donât let yourself be a hermit forever because that will cause more isolation and a feeling of being lost than you already have.Â
Youâre working very hard and I think you can only trust yourself with that at the moment. Maybe itâs for a distraction for a little bit, maybe itâs for future comfort. But youâre persevering. Youâre being very strong despite the uncertainty. And maybe this is just what you have to do right now to navigate a lack of direction. Follow your instincts because they will never lead you astray. I think youâre doing the right thing at the moment, if you needed that comfort.Â
Take things slow, one step at a time. And divulge in something you love to do. Self-care in any form will be good.
Pile 2
Tarot: Page of Swords, Three of Pentacles, Ace of Swords, Ten of Cups, Six of Cups, Page of Wands, Four of Wands, Ace of Pentacles, Six of Swords, Eight of PentaclesÂ
Oracle: The Champion, The Adventurer, The Spymaster
Before I pulled any cards, I heard, âItâs gonna be okay.â It was in a very warm and comforting female voice. Itâs like a mother, in her purest form, comforting you.Â
There is a lot of messages happening at once but I was being very organized when getting the cards out. I heard âkeep your cards closeâ and âducks in a row.â There could be a level of secrecy with something youâre organizing. And I think you are organizing this project with others/friends.
Now I heard, âloudmouth.â Youâre being vocal about something and it feels like you feel an obligation to lead something. And this could be revolving around taking care of others in a time of need. Iâm getting the sense of building a strong foundation and community. A safe haven. This could be people with a like-mindedness to you. Iâm getting a vision of Woodstock â69 where people were taking care of each other and there was a kitchen where people from outside brought food to help when things got a little dire at the festival. You could be the one at the beginning saying itâs gonna be okay.
Back to the project youâre organizing. You could be getting a bunch of friends together so you all can live under one roof, save money. I donât know thereâs a big focus on help and community and minimizing a struggle here. Youâre working really hard at it and trying anything you can to make things work.Â
Pile 3
Tarot: Ace of Swords, Six of Wands, Two of Pentacles, Five of Wands, Knight of Pentacles, Queen of Cups, Ace of Pentacles, Seven of Pentacles, Four of Wands (reversed), King of Swords(back of deck)
Oracle: The Wise One, The Sentinel, The Assassin
I just want to say that your pile confused me the most. I also Wanna say that you are gonna be going at something really aggressively and quickly. The deck kept digging into my fingers, pinching me, and the cards would shoot out and hit something on my desk to the point of making a noise.
I had to pull for cards twice but the King of Swords remained here.
You could be going after something very passionately/aggressively. But I think itâs out of pure desperation and greed. Maybe even jealousy and pride.Â
Now, I donât like doing general love readings but I do get a sense that this could be a person. And I donât think it's out of pure intentions. This feels like someone you just wanna lay claim over so no one else can have them. There is very prideful and jealous energy. This endeavour will be fruitless. The person you want does not have the same feelings for you and may honestly see you as a âmean girl/person.â Or maybe you were just very certain they had feelings for you and you gained a lot of courage to say something only to be let down.
For those of you who actually like this person and have just been working the courage up to say something, I think itâs more of a teaching in courage. I think you will have success when it comes to your confidence because you had the courage to say something. This person probably wonât have the same feelings but they do recognize your courage and respect you for that. They wonât be mean about turning your advances down, they will be respectful and nice. But there wonïżœïżœïżœt be anything that comes to fruition between the both of you.
Decks Used: White Numen Tarot: A Sacred Animal Tarot Deck by AlbaBG, Cosma Visions Oracle by James R. Eads, Ophida Rosa Tarot by Leila and Olive, The Citadel: A Fantasy Oracle by Fez Inkwright Dividers: @inklore
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I'm censoring this URL because the OP is eighteen. Do not seek the post out and do not harass anyone. Teens are often wrong about things. It's fine. It's radfem bullshit but it's fine.
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Let me be clear: The idea that t4t was invented by trans women for use betwixt themselves, and that "TME" people "gentrified it," is (a) holy fucking shit racist as fuck and (b)
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WRONG INCORRECT UNTRUE EASILY VERIFIABLY FALSE
The OP is eighteen. That means that we did not do anything. They were not born when It came about on Craigslist and was being used by all trans people from the very start. I don't think they know what Craigslist is and probably more than half the people reblogging it don't either.
TME people fucking gentrified it? Are you fucking kidding me? Are these people tossing that post back and forth just fully playing pretend in fucking Tarabithia, what world do they live in where this combination of syllables makes sense and doesn't cause them to wither up in shame for even having the thought, much less vocalizing it?
Ohhhh but what really gets me is the assertion this was done because being with "TME" people meant there was a high chance you could be "socially (or even physically) murdered."
No.
No, OP. If you were any kind of trans person in pretty much any time and place before the 2010s, and a relationship with a non-trans person went poorly, there was a very high chance you would be dead. There's no "or even" about it. That is what fucking happened. Your ex didn't go crying to your mutual friends telling them about how you hogged the blankets. Your non-trans ex would proceed to ACTUALLY FOR REAL MURDER you, assuming they even waited for the relationship to go sour and didn't just kill you the second you walked through the door like they were always planning to do.
That's how it was when I was growing up, denied transitioning but longing so achingly to be a girl in spite of the horror and misery that seemed to plague us. So I have a problem with the obsession with sOcIaL mUrDeR that keeps getting tossed around these days, because of how degrading it is not only to how bad things still are with death after death after death, but how it disrespects what we came out of. But to directly act like soooocial murrrrrder was the big scary thing trans women feared back then? That's heinous. That's sickening. The social consequences all trans people were deathly afraid of back then was being outed as trans and then being fucking stabbed within twenty-four hours.
Even in spite of the election and what's coming next, how good we have it would be nigh-incomprehensible to the first trans men and women and non-binary people to be brave enough to advertise themselves as t4t to strangers. Like, I need everyone to understand that. They could not have wrapped their fucking heads around it. It'd be like explaining a circuit board to a Mesopotamian. One could show them a video of the Blue's Clues episode about queer people and it'd just register to them as migraine inducing static.
We're in such a better place than we were. And this is what people do with it.
Make up bullshit reasons to be angry at their siblings and imply they also didn't get murdered for being trans on a regular basis, or that even just trans women cared about an irritating buzzword, even as cishetpatriarchal fascism is empowered and determined to drag us back to the the horrific dark age that scholars refer to as Literally All of Human History Up Until Now.
Amazing.
Why do I even try. Like, with anything. Why do I get out of bed in the morning. I could have stayed in bed all day listening to rain sounds.
Anyway, that's my thoughts on that.
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SOOBIN: âI thought I should just try to shine as I am.â
TOMORROW X TOGETHER The Star Chapter: SANCTUARY comeback interview
2024.11.11
He once strived to become a lush, towering forest. But he realized that people will love him for exactly what he isâa deep, rolling ocean. And so, he decided to remain as whom he always has been: an ocean named SOOBIN.
You took a trip to Vietnam earlier this year with BEOMGYU. I heard you planned the whole thing. SOOBIN: Iâm usually the kind of person who just goes around without a real plan, but since we donât get much vacation time, I figured weâd better go all out and do everything we could in one go, so I tried planning it all out. (laughs) BEOMGYU just wanted to go with the flow, but there was a ton of stuff I wanted to do.
Iâm sure itâs not easy taking a trip or spending your off time with the same people you spend all your time with. SOOBIN: I hang out a lot with the rest of the group on my own time too, though. Three of us were all hanging out together just yesterday. To be perfectly honest, it doesnât feel like anything special since weâre always together 365 days a year, but Iâm also most comfortable around them for the same reason.
Sometimes people start bickering with each other when they get too comfortable with one another, but youâre always so kindâlike how you gifted BEOMGYU with a nap in that âThe Perfect Way to Restâ video when you remembered he was feeling tired. SOOBIN: I think Iâm good at picking up on things. I donât know if I can do it with everyone, but at least with the other members of the group, Iâm pretty good at telling how theyâre feeling or if theyâre not feeling well. As soon as I see one of them, I can tell, Oh, he looks a little rough today, or, Heâs sure in a good mood today. (laughs) If they seem down, I go over to them to find out whatâs wrong and talk it over.
Your kindness also comes across when youâre with animals, like in the âOUR TOMORROWâ video, where you took care of one dog who was so nervous that it didnât get a chance to eat any treats. Have you always been drawn to people and creatures that are small and left out? SOOBIN: So, so much. In fact, I was really shy and struggled to fit in when I was a trainee. I was really lonely at first. So when time passed and I finally got accustomed to things, if I saw another trainee who was shy and couldnât adjust, I felt like looking out for them. Kai was among them. (laughs) Thatâs how I ended up becoming really close with him.
You talked about the cat your sister adopted recently, explaining how it used to be shy because it had a hard life in the past but that it finally opened up this year. SOOBIN: I went to see the cat when my sister first got it, but I couldnât even see it that first timeâit just hid under the couch. It was so shy that I thought Iâd never get to pet it, but the last time I saw it, it came right up to me and started purring, wanting to be petted. It was able to overcome its painful past and open up to my family thanks to all the love they show looking after it. Love really does have the power to change anything. (laughs)
You also said on weverse LIVE recently that you made a new friend who you can talk about dramas, movies, and books with. SOOBIN: For me, dramas and movies donât end with watching themâafter youâre done watching, thatâs when things are just getting started. I always look up reviews and analyses online. People can watch the same thing and theyâll all have their own thoughts on it, so Iâm curious about all those different views, and now I have someone to talk about that with. They know a lot more about books and movies than I do, so I end up learning a lot when weâre sharing our thoughts together. Just having a friend to share my interests with is really fun.
You mentioned talking about Inside Out 2, and you looked at how it features a place to store things youâve heard that you want to keep for a long time, which got you thinking about what sort of things you would want to hold onto. SOOBIN: I kept recalling things my friends say after we hang outâthings like, âSOOBIN, Iâm so happy weâre friends,â and, âI feel great whenever Iâm with you.â Hearing things like that really touches my heart. Seriously, how often do you get to hear things like that in life? I used to find expressing things like that awkward and weird, but thanks to my friends, Iâm getting used to saying I love and appreciate people. You empathized with how Anxiety works harder and feels more anxious than others because they want to be good at things. Are there things you feel you should work harder at than other people? SOOBIN: Iâm actually slower at learning choreography compared to the other members. I assumed Iâd get a lot better after debuting and regularly performing onstage, but progress was slower than I expected. I didnât say anything about this before, and I even kept it a secret from the other members, but I actually got separate choreo lessons on the side when we were doing âChasing That Feelingâ and âDeja Vu.â Weâd take lessons as a group, and then once I was alone Iâd always spend about an hour dancing and working on the little details. I tried so hard with those two most recent songs that I even practiced on my own like that. Seeing as Iâm slow, I have to work harder to keep up with the other members. If I have more time, I want to practice more for this comeback, too.
With all the touring youâve done and the encore performances you have coming up, it mustâve been really hectic getting ready for your Star Chapter: SANCTUARY comeback. SOOBIN: The schedule was really tight this time aroundâwe even had to record vocals in Japan in the middle of the tour since we were in and out of the countryâbut now that weâre in our sixth year, the five of us were all really fast about things. I could sense that we had grown compared to before since we were faster at recording than we couldâve expected to be in the past and it took us less time to work out the details of the choreography.
The albumâs subtitle, SANCTUARY, is a word thatâs appeared in TOMORROW X TOGETHER albums before. Whatâs been your sanctuary these days? SOOBIN: I never used to have a sanctuary, which made getting through tough times hard, but I do now: simple things like working out or reading. It feels like the things that break me away from overthinking and let me immerse myself in something else are my sanctuary.
You were complimented on your previous promotions for your improved vocals and high notes. What about on this album? SOOBIN: Actually, every other album weâve done had a song in a genre I wasnât confident in, but not this time. The single âOver The Moonâ is really laid-back, and I felt like it was perfect timing for us to try out a song like that. Whatâs unfortunate is that I caught this horrendous cold during recording. We started practicing for live performances recently, and the director said, âSOOBINâs singing better than he did when recording. He makes it sound effortless.â So I couldnât help but think about how much better I couldâve done if only my throat had been in better shape.
You always focus a lot on lyrics. Were there any on this album that have stuck with you in particular? SOOBIN: This album isnât so much about telling some big, sweeping story as it is about everything weâve been through together. Now that weâve been through all that chaos, itâs about the universal emotion of love, which everyone can relate to, and I liked that about it. Thereâs a line in âHigher Than Heavenâ that sticks with me that goes, âI think I kinda get what forever means now.â I even once said, âI never used to believe in the word âforever,â but I think I can now, thanks to our fans.â I didnât write that part, but itâs like it was written to perfectly capture my feelings.
The other members have probably had an impact on your belief in the word âforever,â too. SOOBIN: Iâm pretty sure weâre going to grow old together and that weâll be together till the day I die. We do the same thing and basically live the same life day in and day out, so we know what makes each other cry the most during concerts, too. Whether itâs my tears of happiness or BEOMGYUâs tears of disappointment from a leg injury, having friends to understand and share those feelings with is nice. Theyâre all just really kind peopleâcalm and clear, like a stream. None of us is domineering or splashing around, disturbing the peace, and nobodyâs dirtying the water, so I think weâll be able to stick together for a long, long time.
You said before that you had found being onstage tough while touring. Now that youâve already wrapped up your third world tour, do you still find that to be the case? SOOBIN: I think Iâm getting better over time. I still canât say that I completely enjoy myself, but the worries I used to have before going onstage have gone away entirely. There used to be times where I found it hard to watch myself onstage because I didnât like how I looked, but now I see myself up there and I think I look cool. (laughs)
The way you have a different outfit on for every sound check when youâre on tour is definitely cool. SOOBIN: For fans who come even though theyâre busy, showing up hours before the concert just to wait, doing it purely out of love, I wanted to be more stylish, so I bought a lot of clothes just for sound checks. The glasses-plus-cardigan combo was something I bought in advance for summer, and the reaction from the audience was amazing! They showed me on the big screen and MOA was screaming their lungs outâlike, not the usual âwow,â but, âaah!â Like shock and awe. (laughs) I was worried I went overboard with the look, but they showed they liked it, so I was happy.
Thereâs no way not to bring up your cover of the Choi Yu Ree song âForestâ when talking about you. You said that the people around you are like tall trees in a forest and that you thought youâre one of them, but that you figured out youâre actually more like the ocean. SOOBIN: Itâs easy to find people around me who are better looking and sing and dance better than I do. I actually started thinking about that at Lollapalooza. The other members looked so happy and like they were having so much fun onstage, but I couldnât. I felt eaten up inside seeing myself not being able to fully enjoy it because of all the pressure. Then I heard Choi Yu Ree explaining that âForestâ is about feeling like youâre not good enough and I thought, âAh, so thatâs what Iâve been going through.â I started to understand my emotions a little bit better. Everyone ends up comparing themselves to others at some point in their livesâitâs unavoidable. And they have times where all they can see are the things they hate about themselves, but itâs ridiculous. I was overflowing with negative feelings when I was working on my âForestâ cover, and I wanted to sort of deal with those feelings and express them.
The music video echoes your thoughts that someday youâll come to shore and become one with the forest. What does the forest mean to you? SOOBIN: Just being a singer whoâs good at singing and dancing, interacting with my fans, enjoying performing, and being able to do it all with complete sincerity. I think I was showing how the forest to me means being happy with the other members when theyâre happy. Nothing bigâjust simple things Iâm not always that good at.
Do you feel more like a forest now that some time has gone by? SOOBIN: Umm ⊠I saw a ton of comments from fans after I covered âForest.â My mindset when I was doing it was, Right now Iâm like the ocean, but Iâll become a part of the forest just like you guysâso wait for me until then. But once I saw what fans were writing, I changed my mind and thought, Do I really need to become a part of the forest? I could be similar to the forest, but I donât have to change myself to be one. My fans kept saying, âThe whole reason we liked you in the first place is because youâre like the ocean, not because we hoped youâd become like a forest. If that were the case, weâd like somebody else. Why do you think it was you?â The ocean comes with its own perks, you know. You need to have some ocean near a forest to add to the scenery and have more things to do. Now I think maybe I tried too hard to fit in by trying to be like the forest. Now I feel like I can shine bright just by being myself.
That lines up with what you recently said in an interview you did in Japan when you said that your 20s, the best and most energetic time of life, are dazzling and fun thanks to knowing MOA. What do you think youâll see when you look back on this youthful period of your 20s? SOOBIN: Joy. Every moment of our lives is packed with good times and bad times, joy and sorrow, but in the end, I think, Iâm on a path towards joy. Even things that are so agonizing that you want to dieâso bad you feel like the whole world is against you, and so bad youâre certain theyâre weighing on you forever, eventually pass.
Doesnât it almost feel funny sometimes, looking back after all that? (laughs) SOOBIN: Yes. It ends up feeling so trivial somehow. Things that felt massive at the time are like a speck in the distance once you get even a little space between them and yourself. Even after all the hardship I went through being a trainee, I can look back now and see there were a lot of good times. Maybe we tend to romanticize the past a bit? (laughs) Even some of the stuff Iâm going through now can be tough, to be honest, but Iâm never going to give up. Thereâs still so much I want to give. The amount of joy I derive from doing this is way higher than the amount of difficulty. I think my lifeâs amazing, even right now.
So amazing. (laughs) SOOBIN: I think so too! (laughs) As time goes on and I get older, when I look back on my youth, my time with TOMORROW X TOGETHER, I wonder if itâll look that much more shiny and amazing. Maybe Iâll feel I was even cooler at this time than I feel I am now.
#txt#tomorrow x together#241111#weverse#soobin#choi soobin#weverse magazine#the star chapter#sanctuary
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sometimes i get so upset thinking what if hotch wants to come back cuz like jackâs in college and heâs home all the time, heâd need something to do?? and the fact that the writers still didnât use this one excuse to bring him back to emily is just⊠ugh.
a few comments here and there about his life while he was gone, laughing with old friends who are still friends no matter what, teasing him cuz he tries to call his son and gets constantly ignored with the âdad, please, iâm busyâ. then jjâs like, oh yeah, i get it, teenagers gonna be teenagers, and emilyâs kinda feeling left out? but itâs cool. itâs just that timeâs passing and she doesnât have that for herself, which is strange, since she always thought she would. but then again, time sucks, this job takes so much, and yeah, maybe itâs too late.
no kids, nope, well, sheâs busy. really busy. this thought keeps looping in her head, and a few situations end up making her rethink it, over and overâdid i do this on purpose? did i avoid making any decisions that couldâve taken me down that path because, deep down, i felt like i didnât deserve it?
hotch finds her in her office, asks if sheâs okay because she seems so distracted all the time. of course, she doesnât say anything, sheâs not big on venting, but she does ask him if he ever thought about what itâd be like if theyâd made it differently all those years ago.
heâs⊠confused at first, mostly because heâs not sure if this is her way of allowing them to talk about all the stuff they never said, couldnât say, or were too scared to. so he asks, what do you mean? emilyâs tired of dancing around it, theyâre older now, more mature, thereâs not much left to lose, so she just says, âyou knew how i felt about you. thatâs fine. i know how you felt about me.â hotch gives her a small smile, and she gets it. she really gets it. âi canât believe i even considered going with you. like, a part of me really wanted to, so badly. i talked to you about work every day, told you things you didnât even want to hear, didnât care. and i kept hoping, hoping that one day youâd ask me to, or even just⊠i donât know, say you missed me. my god, i wouldâve dropped everything, run off into witness protection. with you. with jack.â
âemily.â hotch looks genuinely surprised, and maybe itâs because sheâs holding back tears. âyou had all these things here, things you built for yourself. look at you now.â
âright,â she mutters, waving it off with a comment about their previous case, because why get into that now? itâs a waste of time.
aaandâŠ
they kiss for the first time on new yearâs, in their natural habitatâat work, of course. everyone but emily is ready to party, but at midnight, hotch brings her a glass of champagne while sheâs scribbling reports. she looks up and says, âare you guys going out? iâm gonna have to pass this time, iâm so busy,â
and he laughs because, âyou sound like me ten years ago,â while gently coaxing her out of her chair. she tries not to freak out, laughing nervously, rolling her neck to release the tension from hours of sitting and staring at fine print. hotch brushes her hair back, studying her face, and she lets out a deep sigh, touching her tongue to the corner of her mouth. âa little nervous?â he asks, a smile tugging at his lips. âstill the same tell, huh? some things never change.â
âi really canât go with you guys,â she insists, eying his lips, almost on the edge of feeling butterflies for the first time in over a decade.
âheard you the first time. so iâll be your first new yearâs kiss, and then iâll get out of your hair.â okay, butterflies all the way down to her toes. she barely nods, just a slight movement, before he leans in and kisses her. itâs the best kiss sheâs ever had, hands down. my god, she canât stop thinking about it.
he literally left her to do her job and went out partying with the others. heâs learned to live more than she has over these years, and honestly, itâs not bad. itâs not terrible. itâs nice.
their relationship grows through little moments scattered throughout the seasonâtender touches, good morning kisses, emily jumping out of bed late, the looks they share. they talk about the moments theyâve lived, the times they wanted to say something and didnât, or do something and held back. âdo you remember that time weâŠ?â
the first time emily faces any life-threatening situation, hotchâs immediate reaction when he sees her getting her cheek stitched up is: âthat was really brave of you to do.â
âhotch,â she winces, frowning through the pain as the stitch hurts. âreally?â
âokay, what, are you out of your mind? didnât you wait for backup?â
âthatâs much better, thank you. and, no, itâd be too late.â
âalmost died,â he crosses his arms, and emily is doing everything she can not to bite her nails. âiâm gonna need you to marry me. is that okay with you?â
and emilyâs like, âwhat?â
âyou heard me right. i want you, and i want to do this, all of it. youâve always wanted kids, and youâve been thinking about it, donât lie to me, and itâs not too late. and weâre gonna do it, you and i. thereâs surrogacy, adoption⊠we canââ
yeahhâŠ. so.
gimme gimme.
bye.
#hotchniss#emily prentiss#aaron hotchner#criminal minds#cm#paget brewster#thomas gibson#hotch#agent prentiss#criminal minds evolution#ao3fic
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Any Stefek fic that is based off the movie Dirty Dancing? A friend of mine said she read a few but I can not find any! Thank you!!!
Nobody puts Sterek in a corner!
Awkward Dancing by StaciNadia
(1/1 I 1,193 I Teen)
Love and dancing come together at Argent's Resort.
I Can't Live Without Your Love by Val_Brown
(1/1 I 4,898 I Not Rated)
Derek stared out the car window as the green trees of the Oregon Coast highway rolled past. Every summer since he could remember they would head to a resort just outside of Bandon, Oregon. This was the last summer before he began college. The last summer before he had to start his future. He was going to make the most of it.
I Carried a Watermelon for Werewolf Equal Rights by alphasnark
(1/6 I 5,359 I Teen)
A Dirty Dancing AU.
feel the magic between you and I by stilinskisparkles
(1/1 I 11,432 I Mature)
âSee?â Derek holds his arms out, âEverythingâs working out great for you, and I still have no dance partner,â he turns to Erica, âFace it, no one is as good as you.â
âWe still have one more,â she sing songs.
Derek peers over to the list, flinches when he sees Stilesâ name, âNo.â
âYou havenât even seen me dance, and youâre already dismissing me?â Stiles sails into the room, tossing his bag in the corner as he does so and doing a dramatic spin to face them. âI got moves.â
Hot, sweet and wild by kishmet
(2/? I 14,665 I Mature)
When his father had announced the trip to the Argents' resort, Stiles had envisioned long days spent lounging on the beach with his laptop. He'd never imagined rigorous training sessions with the world's hottest, strictest dance coach.
Nobody puts Stiles in a corner by Stephaninnie
(7/7 I 39,565 I Mature)
Dirty Dancing AU where Stiles is Baby and Derek is Johnny and some things have changed but most things have stayed the same.
Certain Kind of Fool by saraubs
(1/1 I 36,530 I Mature)
Derek, who has been dragged against his will to the same resort his family visits every summer, is determined to spend the next two and a half months sequestered in his room. His only friend, his sister Laura, is preoccupied with her newly-bonded mate, and doesn't seem to care about anything but making him happy.
When Derek meets Stiles Stilinski, a sharp-tongued waiter, he thinks that this summer might not be a complete waste of time. There are only two problems: First, Stiles is human. Second, he doesn't believe in mates.
Dirty Dealing by lookslikenico, winglesswarrior
(13/? I 47,100 I Teen)
Stiles had a plan for his final summer before college. He was going to intern at the Sheriff's station, get ahead on the plans for the rest of his life. Unfortunately, his dad had some hazy idea of him having 'one last summer' as a lazy teenager. Now, he's stuck cooling his heels and feeling very out of place at some stuck up country club, where he feel he has more in common with the staff than the other members. Of course, that could be because the staff include his new 'how have we never met before' best friend Scott and the 'it should be physically impossible for someone to be that perfect' new crush, Derek. Who apparently hates him - but not enough that he won't swallow his pride and put up with Stiles' presence when he's needed to help get Erica out of trouble...
I May Be Naive But I'm Not Stupid by FelOllie
(18/? I 73,472 I Explicit)
Stiles Stilinski is the young, naĂŻve high school graduate who's headed off to Columbia University (with every intention of going on to Columbia Law) because that's what his parents expect of him. Even though, really, all he wants to do is take after his father and become a cop.
Derek Hale is the sexy, mysterious, just-this-side-of-standoffish-and-rude dance instructor. He and his partner, Lydia Martin, work the summers at the playing-at-posh mountain resort teaching the over-privileged adults and their spoiled kids how to do the merengue.
The summer proves to be exactly what Stiles needs to finally learn how to take control of his life.
But, what happens when it's over?
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đïžTurbo (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Readerđ
(Drunk Turbo Edition!)
(Pictureâs not mine!)
(Request here! Oh this loser⊠He just screams Oingo Boingo vibes, which is a bit ironic considering they were very popular during the 80s⊠I feel like Iâve probably already said this but I donât care if I did or did not you know? I have a nasty habit of repetition lol)
- Who knows if alcohol (I believe Tappers sells Root Beer cause⊠Kids arcade game) or even cigarettes exist for the arcade members, but itâs fun to think about.
- I for one think him getting drunk is kinda rare, mostly because I think smoking and being self-absorbed among other things are his main way of coping with his emotions over drinking⊠Though he isnât exactly against it.
- When he finally lets himself let loose and drinks at Tapper's⊠He drinks. Getting drunk as a goddamn skunk, like how Fix-It Felix chugged it in the⊠Sequel that must not be named, as witty as the name is. A real waste of a good movie name ngl.
- ANYWAYSSSS, I think he either somehow miraculously manages to find his way to you or you find him after one of your⊠Dare I say, friends?? Mutuals??? Complain about him being a drunk little shit and killing the mood.
- Honestly I think he flip flops from mean drunk to emotional drunk, really empathizing the turmoil that goes on in that gold ball shaped head of his.
- Going from wanting your comfort to insulting you, his speech is even more slurred than it usually is as he clutches onto youâŠ. Freak.
- Heâs so pathetic in that state, which is partly the reason why he doesnât drink that much, against his whole thing of not being perceived as vulnerable keeping him from relying upon you like that.
- That reflects in his insults towards you as one might assume, insults elementary on the surface but tells you whatâs going on in that fuzzy pea brain of his a lot more than it usually does.
- Alcohol really dumbs him down for a bit, too focused on standing up or the bug thatâs clinging to the side of the wall to really string his thoughts together more concisely as words just pour out of his mouth if you poke and prod him just enough.
- Something tells me he does do the stupid ass cartoonish drunk hiccups when heâs smashed just enough⊠Why not? He has a bit of cartoonish whimsy to him.
- The type to try to get into a bar fight if he gets offended by some minuscule thing someone did or said, wrangling him is lot harder than one would think.
- Overall itâs usually not a great experience for any party though he does have his extremely rare moments of chilling the fuck out while drunk, mostly when heâs only sort of buzzed and still has some of his wits while being at home.
- Again I can see him being more clingy, not in a âHehe I just like holding themđ«đ«đ§â but in a âOh fuck I think Iâm going to fall HELPââ Kind of way, heâs not the most graceful by any means.
- Like definitely as tripped over his shoelaces and makes you swear to keep that to yourself when heâs sober and embarrassed as all fuck when heâs able to recall the foolishness he partook in.
- Oh and keep him away from his kartâ You think heâs a menace behind the wheel sober?? He is an absolute scrounge when heâs drunk, that one meme personifiedâ Has definitely attempted to drive his kart into the Game Central Station before you put a stop to it much to his drunken annoyance.
- In a way, he was always wild, âliquid courageâ was just a more bitter way for that to be less constrained under his urge to maintain a powerful main character persona, makes him more honest but more incoherent.
- Rambling about what anything that comes to mind as he grips onto you as you lead him to Turbo Time to try to get him to wind down and hopefully sober up before opening time.
- Honestly, I think the more drunk he gets the more emotional side of his drunkenness comes out other than the usual slurred snarky remark he makes towards someone as they simply walk past him. Like I said heâs a little shit.
- A little attention-monopolizing hobgoblin who just so happened to get more than he shouldâve drank.
- Hungover Turbo is a kind of creature you donât want to mess with⊠Mean as a mother fucker, you just know his fellow racers taste his even uncaring cruelty as he fights back a migraine.
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#turbo wreck it ralph#turbotastic#wreck it ralph turbo#king candy#turbo#x reader#king candy x reader#turbo x reader
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Irreplaceable. (Kenny Liu x gn!reader)
Summary: A cop arrived along with Tabitha, and she thinks she owns the place; you think it's time to teach her how to be humble.
Rating: T
Warnings: whole lotta cursing, canon-compliant violence, spoilers for S3E8 of From, survivor's guilt, mourning, Acosta slander, reader is jealous but for a good reason, mentions of blood, mentions of gun. Acosta is her own warning.
Word count: 2.15k
Tabitha was back.
She went through the tree, got into a lighthouse, went outside and wound up back in town. She was hurt - scared, you could see the way she looked around with wide eyes at every waking moment.
You talked to her once; it didn't go far, though, as Jim arrived a couple minutes after you finally got the poor woman alone, telling you whatever went on in their life wasn't any of your business.
You flipped him off.
"If you ever need to talk," you told Tabitha, eyes as gentle as possible. "I'm at the station."
Not only did Tabitha come back, she brought in Victor's father with her (by accident, she said. Of course.). Henry, he said his name was, was a gentle man through and through. You could see how much he cared about Victor - the way he tried his best to be patient and reconnect with his son.
He never berated the man, listened to whatever he said with the utmost patience and always tried to remain calm, although you're all only human - he panics a few times, too.
He went to the goddamn caves with Victor.
If that isnât love, you donât know what is.
Victor, your first friend in this hellspace; one of the four people you trusted with your life - the other three, obviously, were Boyd, Donna, and Kenny.
The man was a gentle, misunderstood soul. If anyone asked you who was the person who wanted to leave this place the most, out of everyone, Victor would be your answer. He was used to it, yes - but he didn't like the place.
He was tired.
You were tired.
That's why you tried to help him as much as possible.
(Victor told you how he tried to remember what happened with Christopher and the townspeople at the beginning, but it didn't work - he was going to see Sara.
"Does it have to be her? Do we have to do this?"
"Yes."
"Dude, câmon. She-"
"I know. But itâs gonna get scary, and sheâs the scariest person in town."
You blinked up at him. He blinked back.
You sighed.
"Fine. But I'm taking a knife with me.")
Yet, there was a third party who got in town with the two good parts; and, as all is never well in this place, the woman was an absolute menace.
Acosta was her name - surname? Who knows -, a policewoman who refused to change out of her uniform, going around asking people invasive shit and managing to piss you off more times than you can count by berating Boyd, of all people.
Her last stunt was to come up to the station as you were talking to the sheriff about the kinds of food you managed to find with the last group of people who went foraging, demanding him to give her gun back.
She did so without even acknowledging your presence, trading insults back and forth while you watched the scene, flabbergasted; Boyd, tired of her shit, actually gave it back to her without the ammunition (this is why you trusted him so much), and she walked out of the station, without as much as a glance towards you.
"Am I invisible?"
Boyd sighed. "To her? Most people are."
And then - there went your last straw.
Just as you arrived at the diner, ready to give your boyfriend a tight, much needed hug, you caught sight of a blonde ponytail and blue uniform.
"Oh, hell no."
You swung open the inner door, and walked up to the stools just as Kenny poured hot water into a mug.
"Yeah, they⊠they do that sometimes." He said, as the jukebox played by itself (again.).
Acosta looked at him - really looked at him. âIs that something else you get comfortable with?â A pause. âLook, thanks for the tea.â
He looked down at the mug. âUh, you didn't even...â
She stood up, body almost colliding with yours. âExcuse me.â
And then, Kenny looked up, eyes locking with yours. He brightened up immediately - his smile widened, and he put the pot back in its place, just to beckon you over with his free hands.
"Good morning, my love." You said, ducking under the opening to the back of the counter. When you straightened up, your boyfriend was already by your side, arms wrapped around your shoulders, drinking in your presence.
The blonde turned around, now staring at you, with furrowed brows and a scowl on her face.
âMorninâ.â He swooped down, lips connecting with yours in a chaste kiss. A sigh left your body, arms encasing around his shoulders, and you heard a scoff sound from behind, followed by the door opening and closing.
You stayed there for a couple of minutes, in each otherâs arms, just enjoying the peace and quiet â the rarest thing to happen when in town. You nosed at Kennyâs throat and he inhaled deeply, red creeping up the side of his neck.
âI missed you.â You whispered. He stayed silent for a few seconds, squeezing you tighter.
âYou saw me last night.â
You could hear the smile in his voice; this is it, you thought. This is a good change.
Kenny was hurting.
Kenny was mourning.
But the town â the people, didnât give him the time he needed to go through this, so the best thing you could do to not see him fade away was stay by his side and not let him wither.
(You missed Tian-Chen, too.
She treated you like her own. She loved you, and you loved her.
She told you to stay with Jade and Victor that night.
You shouldnât have.)
âItâs a few hours too much, still.â You replied, grinning.
Kenny let go of the embrace first, in favor of throwing away the â now â cold tea. "You're veeeery cheesy."
"This is how you love me, anyways."
"Yeah." He sighed, leaning back onto the counter, arms open again. He didn't need to ask - you gladly embraced him, arms around his waist this time, as he leaned down and hid his face near your collarbone.
"I do."
You stayed there for God knows how long, fingers carding through Kenny's soft, thick hair; humming a song you knew he loved, whispering about how your mornings went, and the dreams you had.
You both had given up on the house after Tian-Chen passed away, and Jim permeated the place with his presence (although you knew he meant no harm, the place was suffocating). Kenny moved into colony house, while you stayed at the station with Boyd. Victor would have no qualms about you moving there with him, seeing as he had the safest room in that place, but Henry was there with him, and you didn't mean to intrude.
The both of you left the diner together, hand-in-hand, ready to face the day ahead.
Shortly after, Boyd assigned you with the task of helping him around - there were more people now, and he could use some help figuring shit out. Ellis was panicking - something happened with Fatima -, and the man wanted to help his kid, so you left to do some of his own chores.
Night came.
You slept in the "archive room", a little nook used to store boxes in the station; Boyd had helped you get a bed in there, and that was good enough. There was one little window on the upper side of the room, and, even though you kept it tightly shut (you nailed it, as a precaution), the whispers and giggles still seeped into the space and made it harder for you to sleep.
The sun rose with a golden hue. The orange glow shone through the clear glass, straight onto your face; with a groan, you rose up from the mattress, stretching as your body slowly woke up.
Another day where you got up, did your shit and hoped for the best - except this time, there wasn't even any hope to begin with.
"Tillie's dead." Boyd told you as you got to colony house, a few minutes after him. "We don't know who did it, but it wasn't a creature."
Ellis fidgeted beside his dad; it looked like he wanted to say something, but held himself back.
"You okay, Ellis?" You asked, with furrowed brows. "Is Fatima okay?"
Ellis inhaled sharply. Boyd glanced at him, and back at you.
"She's fine." The young man replied, nodding his head. "Aside from the nausea, and the, uh. The other stuff."
The ultrasound issue.
"Oh. Make sure she's safe, okay?" You said, nodding at the sheriff. "'m going in."
Boyd shook his head no.
"Wait here, please. Kenny and Acosta are inside, questioning the folks."
A burning feeling made its way up the back of your neck, up to your cheeks and forehead - although it was commonly associated with red, you knew what this was: green.
Jealousy.
Now, you wouldn't consider yourself a jealous person in any way, no; but the lingering glances, the manner in which she scoffed with no shame at your affection, how she thought she was the crispiest fucking fry of the batch?
Oh, fuck no.
Boyd and Ellis rushed away while you steeped in your own anger. Not long after, you heard two sets of footsteps walk out of the house, and there they actually were - your boyfriend, and the blue-uniform menace.
Kenny had a troubled look on his face while Acosta - what the fuck was her name, again? - yapped away with no regard to his feelings; obviously, no one would walk on eggshells here when it came to other people's feelings, but this was too much.
"Was what that guy said about Sara and your dad true?"
Enough is enough.
"It's not that simple."
You trailed off behind the duo, your own brows furrowed and fists tightly closed as you breathed in and out slowly.
Do not fight her. Do not throw fists. Do not. Refrain.
"Okay, you didn't think it was worth mentioning the girl that already murdered two people?"
"Look, it's just, uh, she's different now, and Boyd trusts her."
"Who gives a shit what Boyd thinks, okay?"
"Hey!"
They stopped at your shout, turning around. Turns out you were closer than it seemed; four steps were all it took for you to walk up to her stupid face and swing a fist straight to her jaw.
Kenny yelped, rushing to your side as Acosta doubled over, hand cradling her face; wild, blue eyes stared into your own as she straightened up, raising her own fists. Your boyfriend tried to step in, but you walked around, pushing him behind your own body.
"Come on, hit me." You said, ready for a blow. She hesitated, and then - you spoke up. "You're walking around like you own this place. As if you're mightier than anyone who has been stuck here."
Kenny moved, but you lifted up your hand, placing it on his chest. "Hun, please. Sit this one out."
Acosta scoffed. You faced her, seeing the way she looked between you and Kenny.
"Yeah, we met here. Yes, we fell in love here, we got together here. Yes, this has become our routine. Do you think we wanted to be here? You think we chose to stay?" Her eyes softened. "No, we don't. But we're trying our fucking best to stay alive and sane, because that way, we can think and figure out how to escape."
Your fists shook, angry tears threatening to fall.
"You have no idea what it feels like to witness the people we love wither away and get lured in by those fucks by night. So, at least, try to be a little more considerate of these people's feelings, won't you?"
Kenny took one of your closed fists in his own hand, slowly opening it and lacing your fingers together.
"That way, you might be able to actually help someone." You finished, staring at her bruising jaw. "Sorry I punched you."
Acosta swallowed deeply, glancing between yourself and Kenny.
"I never thought about that." She said, eyes finally settling on your own. "I understand. Apology accepted."
Kenny squeezed your hand, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
"Well, that's better than nothing."
You held in a snort, bumping your shoulders together.
"Are you going to come with us?" She asked, tilting her head towards the forest.
You nodded your head. "Yeah. What did you guys find out?"
Just as she opened her mouth to answer, a shrill yell echoed through the place.
"Help!"
Ethan.
Everyone looked towards the boy, as Kenny rushed to ask him what happened.
Acosta looked at you, and nodded; the both of you ran, and you sure fucking hoped this was the beginning of a good teamwork.
#kenny liu imagine#kenny liu (from) x reader#kenny liu#from epix#from mgm#kenny liu x reader#victor kavanaugh (from)#tabitha matthews#acosta (from)#acosta from mgm#boyd stevens#ellis stevens
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Any Other Way - A post-war Zutara One Shot
Happy Birthday (slightly early) to my good friend @achillmango
I wrote ya a lil something because you're an awesome person and a great editor! I legitimately couldn't have made all of this progress on Vermillion Seas Cardinal Skies without you. So... here! I ran with an idea we talked about a while back.
Special shoutout to @demaparbat-hp for helping me edit this fun piece. You helped me add the polish to make this special. <3
And so with this, my first public action as your regent Fire Lord, I declare all aggression over. Our troops will withdraw home, now, to the Fire Archipelago, or to the colonies. On that topic, as I'm sure you're well aware, the colonies are a difficult subject to consider. The newly appointed peacetime council and I have already begun correspondence with King Kuei of the Earth Kingdom to begin ratifying a joint act we like to call the Harmony Restoration Movement. It is a long road, but together, we will travel it well. I'm sure many of you are wondering why an old war general is attempting to herald peace. Why would the Dragon of the West hope for less conflict? I am an old man, and I have seen the atrocity of war. Many across the seas will know me as something else, but I assure you, I am no longer that young man. If I must answer for my past crimes and ambition, so be it. Make that call, and I shall answer. If you call prior to the passage of the next seven years, a council of responsible individuals will head this fine nation. After those seven years have elapsed, my nephew, Prince Zuko, will take the throne as Fire Lord. Until such a moment arrives, he is to contribute to communities around the across all lands, gaining post-war-time political and worldly experience prior toâ Zuko gently placed the article that formerly acted as packing paper on the table. His uncle sure could write a speech when he put his mind to it. Three years. He had three years left before his freedom came to an end. A long time, to be sure, but could he really prepare himself fully for the throne in only three years? A terse sigh escaped Zukoâs lips before he turned and pulled another mug from the box on the table. Unwrapping it with care, he placed the porcelain cup in its belonging place, up in the cupboard. Another delve into the box, and he withdrew a rather large plate. The protective paper fell to the side as he placed the tableware in another cupboard. He wondered, could it really be so simple? Would he really be able to settle down in a new location every few months for the next few years? It wasnât like four years helped him fit in with the rest of the world. If he wasn't normal by now, then there was no way on earth three more years would do the trick. Zuko sighed. At least the nightmares had stopped midway through last summer. It was when she joined him. It was the promise, really. âIf things donât work out, and weâre both lost and aimless in the world, promise youâll find me?â âOnly if you promise the same.â They sealed the oath with a hug and parted ways after his Uncleâs coronation. A year passed with little contact. Zuko was too busy to think beyond the next day, and she was too busy rebuilding the south to write. She found him in Jang Hui, while he was supervising the removal of the vast quantity of rubble from the destroyed metal foundry located there. He was overburdened, having taken on both that and the difficult job of establishing a more robust local government, as well as setting up a makeshift hospital to get them back on their feet. He was more stressed than he could ever remember. He hadn't slept properly in days. Hadn't eaten, either. Then she happened.Â
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Romantic Moonlily - as requested by @sorcave - 1615 words
Sorry, I got a bit carried away and we ended up with wolfstar as well bc I am a weak person. enjoy <3 (or don't, I can't tell you what to do :)
âHey, lilyflower,â Remus grinned, dropping onto the window seat beside Lily. She immediately leaned towards him, her head resting on his shoulder, her weight against his side. âTough Monday?â
âI hate Slughorn,â she muttered, legs kicking in the air outside the open window. âHeâs creepy and annoying! He constantly checks on my potion and acts surprised when Iâm better than most of the class.â
âAll,â Remus corrects, taking her hands in his. âSlughornâs an incapable professor anyway, he doesnât give us any instructions besides: âLupin stop stirring before your potion explodes!â.â
Lily snorted at his shoddy impersonation of Slughornâs booming voice and squeezed Remusâ hands. Her eyes drifted to the Quidditch pitch where two figures were weaving through the stands. âDo you think heâll ever forgive me?â She asked quietly.
âJames?â Remus frowned. He knew James had a crush on Lily, but he hadnât been anything but supportive since they got together.
âNo, Sirius.â
âWhy do you need to be forgiven by Sirius?â His stomach swirled with unease. Lily and Sirius were his two most favourite people and heâd hate to be caught in the middle of a row, he wouldnât be able to choose a side.
Lily shrugged, pulling her knees up to her chest and leaning slightly away from Remus. He let him arm drop from where it had come up around her waist and waited for her to speak. âHeâs just mad at me. Ever since we started dating. I donât know why, itâs not like Iâve done anything against him and you spend the same amount of time with each other as you did before.â She let out a long breath. âI donât know, it just bugs me.â
âI can talk to him if you want.â
âI donât want to get in more trouble with him.â
Remus frowned and brought his arm up around her shoulders and she fell into his side once more. âLily, youâre my girlfriend, heâs my best friend. Youâre both important to me and I want you to get along. Iâll sort this out, promise.â
*
Remus did not, in fact, sort it out.Â
On Tuesday, Lily and Remus were studying together in the Library, silently pouring over History of Magic notes and textbooks, when James and Sirius had come clattering into the Library and thrown themselves in the bench beside Lily and Remus. James leant into Remus side, reading unnecessarily over his shoulder.Â
âOoh, Vampish Rebellions through history, how intriguing.â
âItâs not,â remus sighed. âWhat do you two want?â
âWe need a prank,â Sirius announced, throwing his arms up, knocking an ink pot over that spilt onto Lilyâs carefully laid out notes. Sirius didnât seem to notice, instead launching into an animated rant about Filch and pink dye.
âSirius, apologise to Lily,â Remus cut in, watching as Lily carefully salvaged as many of her notes as she could. Unfortunately the ink had gotten anywhere. Sirius didnât seen to hear him and kept planning the prank, now involving Mrs Norris as well. âSirius,â Remus snapped, and Sirius stopped talking immediately. He glanced down at Lilyâs notes.
âSpill you ink, flower? Gonna have to be more careful than that,â Sirius smirked, turning to James to continue his prank planning, since Remus clearly wasnât interested.
âWhat the actual fuck is wrong with you?â Remus snapped when Lily abruptly stood up and left the library, her ruined notes still scattered across the table.
Sirius frowned. âWhat?â
âI cannot believe you!â Remus snarled, gathering his and Lilyâs things and hurrying after her.
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By Wednesday, Sirius had managed to avoid all mention of Lily, even when she was standing next to Remus. It was like she didnât exist to him and it was really starting to get on Remus' nerves. It clearly got to Lily more than she let on, heâd noticed her nails had been bitten and dried blood often lined the edges.
He decided he needed to properly try.
So by Thursday night, when Sirius still had ignored Lily during a group hangout in the common room, heâd followed the other boy to their dorm. Remus waited by the door, blocking Siriusâ only exit and when Sirius emerged from the bathroom, he jumped, startled that Remus had followed him up.
âMerlin, Moony, you scared me.â
âWe need to talk,â Remus said, crossing his arms in a way that he hoped looked serious.Â
Sirius tried to act calm, but Remus noticed his face pale slightly. âWeâre talking now, arenât we?â
âWhy do you keep ignoring Lily?â Remus asked before Sirius could steer the conversation away. âFrankly, itâs quite rude and itâs getting on everyoneâs nerves.â
âIâm not ignoring her,â Sirius huffed, collapsing onto his bed. Remus stalked over so he was standing over Sirius. He was getting mad now. Sirius was acting like a child.Â
âAre you determined to make her upset? Angry? Do you want her to break up with me because my best friend canât keep his shit together?â
âNo-â
âThen what is your problem?â Remus shouted, fed up. He hated yelling at Sirius, it caused the other boy to jump every time, but he couldnât not. Sirius was being a right prick and Remus needed answers.
Sirius didnât answer right away, only turned his head away from Remus, sitting up with a slight groan. âMy problem is you, Remus,â Sirius said, quiet enough that Remus almost missed it.
âMe? Why me?â
Sirius turned to look at Remus again, only this time his eyes were clouded and distant. Remus didnât like it. He wished the shine in Siriusâ eyes would come back, he hated seeing him sad.
âYou always do that,â Sirius muttered. âAct surprised when people notice you.â
âYouâre not noticing me, youâre blaming me for something I havenât done!â Sirius didnât look at him when he stood up and crossed to the window, his arms folded over his chest, hugging his middle. âSiriusâŠâ Remus sighed and followed his friend, leaning against the wall and studying his profile. âWhatâs going on?â He asked, gently. He realised now he probably shouldnât have shouted. It was wrong, but he was desperately trying to fix something before it broke.
Sirius exhaled a long breath, eyes fixed firmly on the mountains past the Quidditch pitch. âYou. Youâre happening.â
Even more confusing, come on Pads. âCare to elaborate?â
âYou.â Sirius turned to him and gestured to Remusâ whole body. âYou and your sweaters and cardigans and books and chocolate and honey coloured eyes-â Sirius cut himself off by pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. When he blinked them open again, Remus guessed he was seeing stars. âYou and your kindness,â Sirius continued quietly, staring hard at his feet.
âSiriusâŠdo youâŠâ Remus bit his lip, slowly understanding.Â
Sirius hadnât been mad at Lily, he was jealous of her. Sure, ignoring her wasnât the kindest thing to do, but it was so undoubtably Sirius of him. Sirius Black had a crush on Remus Lupin. Him. Swotty, uncoordinated Remus who heâd know for almost five years. Remus felt a pang of guilt for not noticing sooner. He couldâve been more sensitive. Since James was obviously smitten with Lily, he felt bad telling him about all the kind things she did, so heâd gone to Sirius instead. He should have kept it to himself. Or gone to Pete. Peter was so in love with his Hufflepuff girlfriend, Eleanor, there was no chance of him being jealous of either of them.
âI like you, Remus,â Sirius said quietly, a tear catching in his lashes. âAnd Iâm sorry.â
âDonât apologise. Iâm sorry for telling you all about Lily, I should have been more considerate.â
âSânot your fault,â Sirius mumbled, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling, trying not to let any more tears escape. âShouldâve gotten over it.â
âWe can keep doing this, blaming ourselves, or, we can talk about what it means,â Remus said gently when he guessed the conversation was about to run in circles.
âWhatâs there to talk about? Youâre dating Lily, youâre going to fall in love-â
âSirius, stop being destructive. I like Lily, yes, maybe I love her, but that doesnât mean youâll be any less of a friend to me. Youâre still my best friend and Iâm still going to do all the things I did before. I donât care how smitten you are, Iâm still crawling into your bed after a nightmare.â
Siriusâ cheeks bloomed red slightly, but he nodded, letting his eyes fall from the ceiling and settle on Remusâ. âThank you,â he said quietly. âI think I might just stay up here for a bit.â
Remus nodded. âAlright. Just holler if you need anything, alright?â
Remus quietly closed the door and tried not to fall down their dizzyingly tight spiral stairs to the common room. Lily looked up when he walked back in, her eyes wide in question. Remus shook his head, talk later, he mouthed, crossing the room to her side. James and Peter had passed out on each other, both snoring softly. Marlene and Dorcas-who had yet to return to her common room-were curled together on the couch, having a whispered conversation involving lots of giggling. Remus resumed the game of chess with Lily, but eventually felt himself slipping into a sleepy daze. Lily notice and pulled him into her lap, her soft hands brushing through his hair. Remus let out a deep exhale and shuffled until he was comfortable on the fluffy rug.
Love you, Lilyflower, his sleepy brain mumbled, unknowing heâd said the words aloud.Â
Lilyâs hand paused in his hair for the briefest second before she bent down and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. âLove you too, Moons.â
#moonlily#marauders#dead gay wizards from the 70s#remus lupin#sirius black#lily evans#wolfstar#marauders era#james potter#marauders fandom#peter pettigrew#jily#dorlene#writeblr#short fanfic#let me know if there's any mistakes I should fix#or if you have any other fic requests#I'm more than happy not to study for exams in two days
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SKIZZ DIDNT KNOW IMPULSE WAS A DEMON YET??? I knew be didn't know his name (at leaset. Im like 99% sure he doesnt lol.), but I guess I assumed he knew he was a demon... that actually DRASTICALLY changes things.
Well, obviously he knows now, and.. in actuality it doesn't change too much.. but something tells me skizz would have been fussing over the wellbeing of a certain demon way more if he knew his best friend was one, lol.
Also? Also. I will CRY. do you WANT me to CRY? Impulse is soooo pathetic/aff this chapter. He's such a little guy about one more incident from breaking down and we love him for that. He is the embodiment of every college student ever. Dude just wants a break. (And he should have one. With skizz. Together. Next chapter-)
Everytime there's a chapter I get veryyy happy, and then I finish it and I get ever so slightly sad because that means we're growing ever closer to the end, but then I realize we're not even halfway to the end and I'm happy again with the urge to draw the sillies. The things you do to me/j
I don't actually have anything very meaningful to add here. I'm really just procrastinating my own crushing work, so I should probably get back to that now-
nope, he didn't know! Impulse has been INCREDIBLY secretive about his personal life up until now, giving literally nothing away about himself online. And, btw, Skizz has been similar, both for his own boundaries and to respect Impulse's. ((btw, Impulse also doesn't know that Skizz is an angel))
Also yes, Skizz is empathetic in general, but he definitely would've been even more concerned if he knew Dop was a demon, too. I wonder if that'll come up in any way...
Uhmm, yes. I want you to cry. That is, in fact, my main goal here. I feed off of the tears of orphaned children, I eat suffering for breakfast. Impulse really is super sad tho :( It's only slightly concerning just how much people say they relate to him this chapter rip. We're all fineeee, right guys? As for whether he gets a break next time, do you think him talking to the hot stranger that he made a fool of himself in front of would be very relaxing? I guess you'll have to wait and see (laughs evilly as people continue to cry and cities burn in the background)
I'm so glad you get happy about my chapters!! It delights me how many people are just waiting for them, always excited for the next one. And yea, we're not even close to halfway through, so be excited!! Stay excited!!! ((and if you draw something i certainly wouldnt say no haha u can do it please do it please pretty please ill love u forever-))
That was meaningful!!! Your ask made me so happy :D Yikes on the work, make sure to take care of yourself and take breaks when you can! Health is more important than productivity <3
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I see that you're a prince Legend enjoyer. Mind if I tell you about my hc about that? Jsjsjsjajsjs
- His clothes are the only ones that have golden thread. Something only royals can have, still the rest of his clothes are made of common cotton.
- He gave up his right to be the king. But he's still a prince, and he helps Fable in anything he can. He's a free soul, and Fable knows that.
- His uncle is, in fact, the captain of the royal guard. Because of the triforce in Legend's hand (another hc that all the Links have the triforce on their hand, it's just more visible on some of them) everyone knew he was the next hero so the royal family told the captain to take care of Legend and teach him how to use a sword.
- But Legend's uncle saw more in him than just a prince/hero, so he also taught him the value of hard work with the apple field. And tried to save him from his destiny, that's why he tried to save Fable before Legend.
- Almost nobody knows that Legend is a prince. So, for his kingdom he's only an adventurer and he's ok with that.
- The chain knows he's a prince. But they only use that title to tease him.
- Legend often tries to flee from royal events, but Fable stops him. He learned to dance and he sometimes played for the people. In the end, he stays on the events for about 20 minutes, and then he's out of there. He has a small social battery and feels overwhelmed. He also doesn't talk in those events, he prefers to use sign language.
Hello hello, I do not mind at all I love receiving headcanons :D
All of this is interesting !
I like the detail of the golden embroidery being a sign of nobility :0 Four do have them too though if I remember correctly... (Four, something to share with the class...? Lmao no but it could have changed between his time and Legend's, or it could be a gift from his Zelda, who is his best friend in Minish Cap I believe)
I have to admit, I also like the darker take of the royal family supposedly being blessed to only have girls (in the public's eye) since only the women of the family have Hylia's powers... Meaning they abandon/hide Legend at his birth for being a boy D: the drama !
But I never really bothered to think about a way for the royal family to have abandonned Legend without that, and your version do work very well ! The triforce is a powerful sign, but for a public figure to have it... It's ought to bring bad people's attention !
(also yeah in my heart all the Links have the triforce on their hands too hahaha)
I also (in my personal stories !) don't feel the need for Legend to actually give up on the right to be a king, since Hyrule's princesses must be such powerful historical figures... Even if you don't take in account the "only girls" thingy, maybe they at least should get on the throne first ? Sure, we only saw kings in LoZ games, but they never had a queen ; maybe they only get on the throne when the queen dies ?
(Again, you don't have to agree haha ! I do enjoy multiple contradictory headcanons at all time ; I'm just typing as I'm thinking, it's not to dismiss what you told me)
In any way, yeah, I absolutely think that Legend don't want to be king/a noble, and stays the friendly adventurer in his kingdom !
Once the chain knows he's a prince they absolutely tease him to no end haha ! But I do think he wouldn't tell them before a loonnng time (eyeing the "average nobody" line, which gets hilarious with this headcanon). I also would love for him to reveal it by mentioning it casually and everyone losing their mind wondering if he's joking lmao
And omg I think the exact same about his social battery hahaha ! (If only for projecting myself on him not gonna lie đ)
I do think he has a fun time, especially if he plays like you sayâ he likes to make people happy ! But put him an hour in here and the boy's brain is absolutely fried. 24 hours nap to ensue !
#Thank you for the ask :D <3#Hope the answer made sense. I do love to ramble hahaha#linked universe#lu legend#prince legend headcanon
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