#God I tell that I love how tasty your style and coloring looks?

[tapakah0]

I really love it when different AUs spend time with Mikey. He is like a ray of light in the apocalypse. Mikey from Jacob's ladder au by @tapakah0 stole my heart, absolutely love part 8, I still cry every time I reread it

wanna squish him. /aff

[honey-lemonz]

From Wattpad..

Xmale Reader

3rd Pov

Warning includes sexual content

Includes: dumbification, master kink if you see it rough sex, degradation, barley a praise kink, female form Muzan, squirt, getting eaten out over stimulation

Muzan will still go by He/him

Requested by:maskstudioart

Thank you for the request!

Muzan didn't ever think he would dub down this far. He would every single day, change his form to his more feminine body and go flirt with a demon archer.

The demon knew it was Muzan the progenitor and knew if he did something wrong he would die but...

Muzan had an obsession.

He overly loved the feeling of climax in a female form, it was so different than a males.

You could say he was a virgin with this meaning he was inexperienced but God's did he fucking love to finger himself.

He just wished a certain archer would make him feel the climax himself.  Muzan couldn't lie, he was a strong demon, very useful as well, very strong too. Good enough to be a spot for the twelve kizuki. Not a lower moon of course most likely and upper rank.

But for some odd reason he didn't want him as a servant.

He wanted him as a lover. And he knew love needed to be two sided otherwise it wouldn't work.

So how do you make a lust full demon king make another demon who is a devoted archer and is devoted to his sport and possibly not interested in him or fears him?

Gifts and buy lots of them, bribing.

Muzan wore his most fancy kimono and tied his hair into his bun and made Daki put the pins in. He wore a signature floral style which is famous muromachi period which it the century the archer if from.

He put on a red lip and was out the infinity fortress and walked to the archery park filled with cherry blossoms and bamboo gates. No human knew of the hidden places.

Muzan glared at the other demons to open the gate and strolled on in, he felt like a school girl who had a crush on her upper class men. Except he is older and stronger.

The archer was practicing with their bow and was in total focus. He could sense Muzan and smiled vividly that his lord could see him.

"Hello, Muzan-sama. How are you tonight under this moon." His voice made the king's pussy clench on nothing. He bit his lip and walked closer. A pale and touched the grey-ish skin of the archer. Veins throbbing on muscle.

Muzan traced them and hummed, his voice not menacing but suggestive.

"I am well, my archer..My search for the blue spider lilly is going unsuccessful but I grant time will tell. Now, how is my dear, archer. Have any whores here?"

Muzan is a jealous and petty thing. He knew the archer can have whores here and there. Daki has spoken about it. She even said his physical domination is almost more tempting and frightful than Kokushibou. (sexy ass man koku)

The archer inhaled before letting the string of the bow go. "What of it my lord?" Normally Muzan would be angered of the question but he, he made it sound like a challenge.

"Well, I came here to see my beloved and most favorite archer...I didn't come to see if he is fucking another whore. I thought warriors like you were supposed to be poised."

The archer's fist clenched, snapping the bow in half. Muzan let out almost a moan at the sight of his strength.

"Yes my lord. I am poised, who ever told you of these lies must want to anger you. I haven't had a woman nor man at my side since the Sengoku."(making the archer older than Koku)

Muzan gazed at his split eyes, cat like with the gold color shining through. He wasn't lying, so either Daki was or whoever told Daki lied. Either way Muzan will deal with it later.

"So, my archer if to say you did have a whore what would she be? What would she looked like? Would she be rich? Poor?"

Muzan stepped behind him and pressed his womanly breast against his stern and muscular back. A thing kimono separated the skin to skin contact. The archer prepared his stance again. He inhaled and held the strong and tight bow. He pulled his back to his cheek.

"She, or he would have to learn how to speak of what they want." Muzan hummed and wrapped his hands around his waist from behind. Moving his hands up and down slowly, taunting him. His nails circling around his peck and the faint lines of his abdomen.

"What about her mouth? Should she speak like a whore or more of a queen? Or do you want to shut her up yourself..."

Muzan's hand dipped down to the hakama pants, the white fabric holding and slowly untying them. "Or do you want her to do all the work, my archer.."

His other hand curled around the arm that was holding the arrow. Holding onto his bicep. Leaning up to whisper into his ear.

"Tell me my archer..what kind of whore do you want me to be for you?"

(M/n) sighed and rested his arms and set the bow down. He sighed and let his head fall down to look at the ground. The sweat off his body made it shine slightly underneath the moon light. he looked so delicious, it made Muzan restless.

He wished he could see him during the sun or wake up beside him and just let him fuck the shit out of him or eat him out.

"Muzan-sama." The king in question hummed and smiled devilishly at his favored archer. "Yes (M/n)?" he answer as his long blue nail was tracing the outline of his cock.

"One thing."

He hummed again, he could read his mind and knew what he was going to say and it made him drip with slick.

"Whores that ask to many questions are just begging to be fucked." He dropped the bow and turned around the see Muzan. He smiled and blushed.

Muzan lifted his arms making him carry him. He didn't want to be in control he just wanted him to fuck him deep into the ground. His pussy was aching it.

Muzan was laying in his shoulder. If any demon saw him, they'd be killed.

They walked into the large estate, the house had been a gift from Muzan. He was so happy he decided to kill of the family here and give it to him.

He dropped Muzan on the engawa and stripped himself of his thin kimono but not the hakama pants. His chest that housed that baritone voice, a voice he wanted to her moan his name and name alone made the demon lord almost finger himself then.

"But since my king is here I believe it is best to pleasure him first than myself." He got onto his knees and stomach and rested on the wooden flooring. The white curtains only showed their shadows but neither cared.

He pushed the layers of cloth out of the way only to see no underwear or anything. A bare pink pussy dripping with cum.

"My lords pussy is dripping..did he plan for this? To be eaten out like a slut? How disgusting you pig." He breath fanned his clit. The anticipation was harsh but the impact was so enjoyus.

"Yes, I am your little slut, now please my archer eat me out like one." Muzan's head tilted back and spread his legs wider, his clit twitch waiting for the intense sensitivity to send it over and beyond.

"Yes, my master." His cool tongue circled his clit and spread his labia. Muzan moaned loudly and gripped the archers head. His attention to certain spots was so endearing and so careful.

"More, please! More my archer!"

His tongue dipped into his tight entrance and pushed deeper and deeper. His pointer and middle finger entrap his clit. His thumb circles it roughly. Muzan felt the blood from his teeth digging into his lips dip down onto the floral patterned kimono.

"Fu-fuck. More! Please my archer give me more!" He was arching his back and pushing his head deeper. (M/n) removed his tongue, Muzan missing the contact was about to yell at him to continue but his three fingers replaced the rage with more pleasure.

He moved his hand in and out at inhuman speed. He reached up to lick away the blood from his lords lips and bite them. His thumb moved harsher and harder. Wet and sloppy sounds filled the air.

All coming from the demon lord.

His hands gripped the arches forearm and dug into it, drawing blood with his nails. He was whining and moaning. The pressure built more and more. More lewd and rude comments were whispered into his ear.

"Who knew the demon king wanted to get fucked like a whore..so fucking wet for an archer. Was it your plan to have a good fuck? To act like a such a slut and pig. Your dripping all on my hand."

With the words Muzan's pussy gushed. He had never felt so disgusting but it felt so good to feel like a sloppy whore.

He panted and clenched on his hand.  But then Muzan felt another finger being added. (fisting) The pressure came back and made the demon lord fall back out of over stimulation. Begging and begging for more. His own hand playing with his clit and slapping it too.

His kimono was drenched by the second orgasm, he squirted father this time and more. The engawa was soaking with his delicious fluids. The blood on his lips were lapped away. (M/n) pulled his hand away and liked his digits clean of the others juices.

"So tasty my lord, you did such a good just squirting like a whore."He stood up and lifted his fucked out demon king to farther into the estate.

He rested Muzan on the futon. He stripped himself and then Muzan. His breast were round and plump, his nipples hard.

Kissing and biting them, also playing with his clit made him scream at over stimulation again.

"Pl-please, my archer..fuck me..fuck me until I cannot think.." He begged, his lipstick smudge covering his cheek, hair a mess and his bun not as perfect. The decorations were falling out. This obsession he had was growing and growing because of his dear archer.

"Yes my whore lord."

He untied the sash of the hakama and revealed his thick and long cock. Muzan felt like he was going to fucking squirt again.He pulled (M/n) down to kiss him and to force him and let their body's run against each other. His cock rubbing against his clit made him arch his back.

"Please, my archer just fuck me!"

The archer pushed no slammed himself into Muzan. Letting the demon lord get a taste of what he wanted.

But he pulled out and flipped the demon on his hands and knees. He pushed back in and growled as he clenched tightly around him. His chest pushing into Muzan's. Fucking like a wild animal.

His cock pushed pass his G-spot and made the demon lord cry out about how he is going to cum again. His mind as he fucked him wandered off. Just blank and white all he felt was his pussy gushing and squirting. His arousal dripping down his legs and (M/n)'s cock and balls.

He was drooling and crying, not even having proper speech. When the archer pulled out and showered his back and ass with cum, growling and grunting.

Muzan felt his whole body just become sore. He was the strongest demon but got fucked like the weakest.

"T-this i...is..w-whhy yo-your myy favorite..m-my archer..."

The archer chuckled and wiped the cum off Muzan and the liquids off himself. He waled away to grab a kimono for the demon king.

"You'll ma-make a great King.."

The demon king relished in the feeling of being pampered. He liked how much attention he was getting and how much care was put into it. He smiled as he was place into the warm pool of water and treated perfectly.

By the time the sun rose, the archer and him retired to their sleeping quarters and sleep in the large western style bed. Muzan cuddled close to (M/n). While he was a sleep, which proved he was a hard worker. Demons don't sleep unless anything they do is put with 100%.

Muzan pushed him nail into his temple and pumped his blood into him. The archer growled in pain but kept his eyes closed. Muzan's curse was still in affect but it would not be death just a sting.

"Yes, you would make a great King, my favorite archer.."

He fell a sleep too. His new demon king was going to be perfect, he knew it. 

That is why he was the favorite, he made his obsession grow day by day.

He was truly satisfied.

[dancingazaleas]

𖨆. 07 / all for us

summary: it feels as if god is blessing you personally when levi decides to spare you. but as the day goes on, you can’t help but notice things and ask questions, some of which you didn’t ask.

note: why was this chapter so hard to write

taglist: @voltairelesecond @baelo80 @the-sun-baby @uniquepickle @ascybous @messyhairday-me @stupid-stinky @saturnalya @megumitodoroki @kouyume @quacksonlover81 @gipumar

word count: +3.0k

warnings/notes: cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of drinking and driving, vomiting, mentions of blood, mentions of ocd, the reader is confused

LEVI ackerman knew he wasn't a good person. he knew from the moment he watched his uncle slaughter a man in front of him at the age of eight.

levi knew the moment he killed a man for theft. he knew the moment people would cower before him in highschool when he'd walk through the halls. he knew the moment he was sucking the smoke from a cigarette into his mouth.

he knew the moment he found himself fighting police officers. he knew the moment he was pushed against the hood of a car with his hands cuffed behind his back.

he knew the moment when erwin smith sat down in front of him with no emotion written on his face. the moment when erwin said he knew levi had done it, but he would be defending him either way. the moment when levi disobeyed the oath as he spat out his testimony. the moment the gavel was slammed down along with the verdict of 'not guilty'. the moment he stepped into the sunshine, erwin's hand in his, for the first time in months, knowing damn well he didn't deserve it.

but levi didn't care, he never did. the world he was born into was cruel. he had to fight for his place at the top, for his food, for his clothes, for everything. if no one cared about him, then why should he care for others.

but as he stares down at you trembling from fear on the floor, he can't help but think that he's incorrect.

"please don't hurt me again," you plead in a whisper, tilting your head to the floor.

levi only sighs, walking in and shutting the door behind him. he crouches in front of you, hand now awkwardly stroking your head.

"what happened," he asks, and it's something that comes as a shock to you. you were slightly prepared for a beating.

you snap your head up to look at him in shock.

"what have you got in your hands," he points at the scrapbook held to your chest.

"oh!" you fumble to show him, "i saw this earlier... i wanted to look but i didn't think you'd allowed me. i'm sorry, please don't hurt me."

"i would've let you, i barely look at this thing anymore. can you tell me what happened now," he scoffs at the front cover of the scrapbook.

"when i was going to put it back, a book on the shelf fell. then another book on the top shelf fell off, so i used the lower shelves as a ladder. as you can see, it didn't work," you look ashamed while you gesturing towards the shelf.

he just huffs, "go sit on the couch. we can look through that book after i clean."

you obey and watch levi heft the bookshelf back onto its legs. his fists clench as he looks down at the pile of books surrounding his feet.

hastily, levi's picking up the books by the color and placing them back onto the shelf. when he's finished, he takes a step back to look at it. he's unsatisfied, instead more frustrated as he starts to take all of the books off of the second bookshelf he has.

but in the middle of taking the books off the shelf, he twitches and taps the book against the wood five times. he's putting the books back onto the shelf, going back to the other bookshelf and taking all the books off of that.

you stare in absolute bewilderment. the shelves had looked perfect and identical to you, not to mention clean. as he's in the midst of taking the books off the shelf, he taps the book against the wood again.

and with that, he's placing it all back onto the shelf again. he sighs in relief after he's checked everything, finally trotting to you and plopping down next to you on the loveseat.

nervously, you scoot closer to him in order for you both to be able to see the scrapbook. he watches you flip it open past his baby picture, instead turning to the page that showed his mother feeding him.

"that's my mom, kuchel," he gently rubs his finger on the photograph, "think i was around a year at this point."

humming, you flip to the next page. when you realize it's the picture of levi at his mother's funeral, you try to flip the page but levi stops you.

a sigh, he explains, "my mother always had a very weak immune system, according to my uncle. because of where we lived, we both ended up getting deathly ill and we were too weak to get any help. i had to watch her die and wait for someone to come check up on us."

"i'm assuming it was your uncle," you tilt your head.

"it was. he took me in afterwards, gave me food and a shower. he even taught me how to hold a knife and how to fight for future reference. he had some work to do while i would fight for food."

you point to the one of levi standing in front of a building. to which he replies with, "first day of kindergarten. my mother was still alive back then so she decided to take the picture."

he turns the page for you, a relieved look in his eyes at he stares at the next photograph. it's a picture of levi, in high school, wearing a tux while standing next to another man with a bubbly girl holding onto levi as she holds up a peace sign.

the boy, who's also wearing a tux, has ice blue eyes and wavy dirty blonde hair that obviously hasn't been styled. he's got a gentle smile on his face while he looks at both the girl and levi, someone who levi was obviously fond of.

the girl has dark red hair in low and loose ponytails with freckles painting her tan cheeks. her eyes shine an emerald green along with her pearly white teeth.

"that's... isabel and farlan. met them in 8th grade, and we were at junior prom in this. farlan took me as his date while isabel went stag. i'm glad i still have this picture."

you resist the urge to fight back the joke of his type in men, instead asking, "are you not friends anymore?"

levi stays quiet for a moment, "they died in a horrible car crash a month later. some asshole decided to drink and drive while driving a semi. rear ended them at 45 miles per hour and killed them on impact. isabel was slouching in her seat and farlan was hunched over the wheel apparently. it was gruesome."

"i.... i'm so sorry," you reluctantly touch his arm.

he waves his free hand up and down in dismissal, despite hurt he actually was, "it's fine. happened years ago."

he turns the next page in order to distract himself from the sheer awkwardness that bathes the room. the next picture is of him, around the age of 24, standing in the sunlight while he smiles softly to the sky.

"erwin was my attorney, before he became a prosecutor, when i went to jail. he proved me not guilty and this was the picture he managed to take of me right after we left the courthouse. it was the first time i'd seen the sun without handcuffs on in months," he huffs with slight annoyance at the memory, something that surprises you just a bit.

"why'd you get arrested?"

"nothing you need to worry about," telling you would only make you fear him more. and that would be a pain to deal with.

the next page after is blank, along with the rest that follow.

"i stopped because i thought it was stupid," he crosses his arms, nudging the back of the scrapbook with his knee.

"i don't think it's stupid," you shake your head, fingertips gently tracing the grainy and textured paper.

"why's that?"

"well," you smile a bit while your mind wonders to the scrapbook pieck made you one year for your birthday, "it shows you the good memories that you might've missed as the time passed. reminds you that there's something in every little small day. it helps you keep the memory alive, even if some of it is upsetting, and i think it shows how much you've changed as a person."

levi stares at you, slightly flustered at your words as you relook at the photographs with gentle hands.

he stands up, "i just remembered the tea." ah, a sound excuse. if only levi had made tea.

you watch as he seems to rush out of the room, something you shrug off while gently putting the scrapbook on levi's desk and laying back down on the couch. you play another movie on the television that hangs on the wall, perking up when levi walks back into the room with a tray. it holds finger sandwiches and some lettuce mixed with some fruit in a small bowl along with tea. cracked sunflower seeds sit on a small plate on the side, and you feel yourself droll when you realize at there's cheese, lettuce, and ham on your sandwich.

levi places it on your lap, simply nodding at your kind, "thank you, levi."

he doesn't answer and just goes back to his desk, while you chew quietly.

it stays that way until erwin comes home.

————

it isn't until your eyes are fluttering open that you realize you've fallen asleep. you flinch at the sight of erwin's face close to your's, but slowly relax when he pulls away.

"i'm sorry, i didn't think my kiss would wake you," he places a loving hand on your head.

"'s fine, probably needed to get up anyway," you reply groggily while rubbing an eye, "how long have i been asleep for?"

"levi said since a little bit after lunch. it's only three o'clock at the moment," he sits on the edge of the couch, smiling at how you shuffle to accommodate him.

"sandwiches must've been tasty.... did you just get off work," you sigh and snuggle up under the thin blanket that's been laid on top of you while you were sleeping.

erwin lays his large hand on your cheek, which has you tense for just a moment and then relaxing.

"i got off a little while ago but i needed to run errands," a thumb strokes at the apple of your cheek, something that you disgustingly find comfort in.

"where did levi go?"

"went to make himself some tea," he chuckles with a shake of his head, "he claimed that he felt withdrawals."

you shake your head while laughing, "i doubt he said that. how was work?"

"i guess i can say it was adequate. i missed you and levi the whole day, but would often get distracted by my clients and their necessities. i'm dealing with a kidnapping case at the moment. a girl around your age named ymir was recently found by her girlfriend, historia. i can't say anything more," he pulls his hand away from you and uses it to pinch the bridge of his nose.

you feel yourself get the chills.

he's.... working on a kidnapping case.

he's prosecuting.... a kidnapper.

he's punishing someone who's doing the same thing as him. someone who took away a girl and kept her trapped for months. god knows what the man did to the girl.

and here you are, letting erwin hold your cheek and looking through an old photo album with levi.

you feel sick to your stomach, shooting up while slapping a hand to your mouth and grabbing at her's shirt.

"i'm gonna throw up," you barely are able to speak without the feeling of your food coming out of your stomach.

startled, erwin stares, "what?"

"can... need a can," you gag and lean over the edge of the couch.

erwin gets up when he realizes just what it is you're asking for, rushing across the room only for you to spill your guts out onto the floor.

it's been forever since you've thrown up, minus when levi kicked your stomach, and it has your whole body shaking. the intensity of it all has your nose dripping with blood and tears falling from your eyes, forcing you to seal your eyes closed.

"what happened here," levi sounds scared as he stands in the doorway, but before erwin can even finish his sentence levi is slamming the door behind him while he storms out.

erwin sighs with frustration, helping you scoot down the couch so he can place the trash can in front of you without the bottom being dirtied. with shaky hands, erwin's pulling all of your hair out of your face while you sob and gag into the trash.

it's ten more minutes before you're able to lay back down. blood and tears stain your face and you dazedly stare up at the ceiling.

"i'll be back with a towel and some water, levi will be back soon with an avalanche of cleaning products," erwin reassurances while he stumbles out of the door.

just as erwin leaves, levi enters. he's got a mask that covers his nose and mouth and rubber gloves that match with his cleaning apron. he's carrying a sponge, some spray, a towel, a broom/dustpan, along with some breath mints.

levi squats on all fours, scrubbing at the floor aggressively as he rides the room of the stench and the stain.

"s... sorry," you croak and levi grimaces.

he ignores you in order to keep scrubbing at the floor just as erwin rushes in with a warm towel and some water. he wipes off your blood, tears, and the mouth to rid you of your vomit. you look at him dazedly as he helps you drink the water he's given you.

levi passes a few breath mints to you when you're done drinking the water, which you eagerly take. you plop them into your mouth, sighing as you rest back against the couch cushions.

"take her to her room," levi orders erwin while spraying the spray onto the floor and couch.

erwin does so in silence, carefully carrying you to your room and laying you on the bed.

"levi won't hurt me will he...? please tell me he won't," you grit your teeth while holding onto erwin's shirt sleeve, tears welling up in your eyes.

"no, he won't. he's just scared," erwin grabs the hand on his sleeve and holds it in his own.

"of what?"

"uncleanliness. a while after he started living with me, i took him to a psychiatrist as i had noticed strange behaviors. he ended up getting diagnosed with ocd, and the psychiatrist thought it had to do with his upbringing in poverty. if things aren't a certain way or clean enough, it causes him to spiral," erwin explains carefully, trying to find the correct words and meanings as he speaks.

"doesn't that... give him more of a reason to hurt me...?" you squeeze his hand tightly and pulling it closer to you in fear.

"it doesn't. why are you insistent at how levi might hurt you," he bunches his eyebrows up in concern while scooting closer to you.

"he's done it so many times before... remember? if i say the wrong thing... i'll get slapped. if i make a mistake, he'll beat me.. i just don't want to hurt anymore," you sob hysterically, bringing your free hand up to your face to cover your eyes.

erwin stares in bewilderment. he hadn't realized just how much levi's beatings effected you. of course, they were supposed to affect you in some way, but not enough where you were terrified of making a wrong move.

"he won't hurt you unless you've deserved it, and you've done nothing in a while. he loves you," erwin stroked his thumb across your skin.

you raise your hand from your eyes to stare at him, heat swarming your face, "he does? he doesn't act like it.."

"of course he loves you," erwin smiles, "i love you as well. we'd never hurt you unless given a reason."

something about his sentence makes your head throb in pain. maybe it was the secret confusion that lingered in your head. they said they loved you, even though they kidnapped you and beat you half to death. but then again, they did provide you with things you'd mentioned to them before in order to keep you happy. they even bought a grand piano for you.

it has your heart speeding up and your body hot, bashfully looking to the side.

you loved them back didn't you? they'd treated you with such care, hadn't they? bathing you, feeding you, dressing you, and even visiting you. anytime they were around you, your heart would speed up and you'd get a weird feeling in your stomach.

that meant love, did it not?

subconsciously, you furrow your eyes and grit your teeth. they didn't love you. they were just crazy.

well, maybe they weren't crazy, maybe just misled. you've yet to learn about erwin's past, but based on the way he acts, you assume that it might be a sensitive topic. that had to be the only logical solution, right?

but if they weren't crazy, they'd let you outside, right?

but then again, the outside world could be dangerous at times. when you went outside last time, you did get scuffed and bruised because of the concrete. maybe they just wanted to protect you? that had to be it.

you open your mouth to reply, but the sound of your door opening and closing has you slamming it shut.

"she's still crying," levi asks while walking closer, frowning at how you grip erwin's hand tighter.

"it's best if i let you and her speak about it," erwin says sadly, letting go of your hand and making his way to the door, "alone."

you gulp as soon as erwin shuts the door behind him, staring at levi anxiously. he plops himself next to your body, just like erwin did before.

"please don't hurt me..."

sighing, he lays himself down next to you and pulls you close to him.

"i'm not going to hurt you," he pulls your head into his chest and wraps his arms around you, "not unless you deserve it."

"but...," you quiver, "you were so angry earlier."

"i wasn't angry. i was just... nervous, i guess. and it wasn't at you, or because of you, it was at the mess."

a silence floods the room as you relax in levi's embrace, heat once again spreading to your cheeks.

"what made you puke? i know lunch wasn't that bad," levi grumbles while rubbing your back, arm slightly stiff.

"erwin... was telling me about his case. the one about the girl getting kidnapped...," you tense up again while levi sighs.

"why would he tell you that? i swear he's gonna end up shooting himself in the foot one day," he shakes his head, "you're not like that girl."

"how so..."

"we did it because we love you, not because we wanted to use your body," he scoffs, "surprised you think of us that lowly."

"n-no! i-i don't," you exclaim.

"i know, i'm just teasing. but don't doubt us like that. we want to love you and care for you, not use you," you trace your finger in a circle at levi's sentence, embarrassment washing over you like a wave.

"you love me?"

"yeah, wouldn't do what i did otherwise."

"i think..." you furrow your eyebrows, unaware of the slightly shocked expression of levi, "i think i love you too..."

[7fckingidiots]

Would you be alright with writing some HCs about the brothers and a MC who's a trans guy? Sorry if it's a tall order or too vague, they're a big comfort for me and I'd like to see what ideas you have bcs your headcanons are fantastic ;w;

HELL YEAH DUDE!!!! IM ALSO TRANS!!! AH!!!!! demigirl rights :3 but i also find a huge comfort in the boys and i hc all of them as trans because no one can Stop Me •• but i really hope you enjoy these and remember you’re valid and i care u so much! Also i hope you don’t mind but i kinda made it gender neutral so every trans folk could enjoy!

The Brothers With A Trans MC

Lucifer

He didn’t know until you came out to him honestly. He knew all his other siblings were trans but with all the work Diavolo gave him and adding new students from different realms on top of that he hadn’t really had time to notice any minor changes in you.

He feels guilty about this and immediately makes sure(like everyone else)to ask for your pronouns, name, and how you would like to present yourself from now on.

Fixes your ID cards and your papers with Diavolo right after dinner

God. He’s such a dad and he gets you things that have your new name on them. You wake up to see you have a new pencil case with your name embroidered on it with matching pencils. God.....he’s so weird i love him so much

Asmo does most of your clothing shopping but for formal wear he takes you shopping! He’s not about to buy you some cheap tux or gown ok it’s gonna be over 2000 grim and he’s gonna get you three of them STOP HIM

He’s not the best with verbal affection so he writes down notes that are like “you looked very handsome/pretty today.” or when he first starts writing them they’re like “you’re a boy/girl/kid. i’m proud of you.” Thank u mr morningstar

You want surgery or to start hormones??? He will stop all his work with Diavolo and spend forever looking up things for you, he wants you to be as safe as possible(pls he almost fainted after he realized you’d have to give yourself a shot like everyday dhdhdhjdhd hc that demons/angels don’t have to do hormone therapy i’m so JEALOUS)

Practices saying your pronouns in his study when you first come out. He just wants to make sure you feel as safe as possible in his care(and he remembers how terrible it felt to be misgendered)

Guess what....he loves you no matter what :)

Mammon

You’re blind as hell if you couldn’t see his top scars but I respect it

King DOES slip up on your pronoun change but always immediately corrects himself. Satan has a spray bottle that he sprays Mammon with when he does it. Mammon is NOT amused but the same can’t be said for Belphie.

Gender affirming activities??? Oh yeah like robbing a bank?? That’s pretty gender neutral and trans right?? Yeah!!! Wow such a good supportive brother.

If you want you can wear the formal wear Lucifer bought you to the said bank heist. Boom trans rights

You can practice painting his nails or doing his makeup if you’re too nervous to do it on yourself first!! Dw if it’s bad he also can’t do makeup or paint nails so once you let him return the favor you’re both laughing and Asmo is distraught.

KING at dying hair he will get you whatever you need and if you want an entire different hair cut entirely he’s ON it

Very used to being Loud and Brash but if you need someone to talk to about anything really he always calms down and sits down to listen to whatever you have to say.

Lots of gendered gifts from him. This said for men??? Oh ok adds to cart. Oh pink??? For ladies??? yeah that can go in there too

You’re never gonna believe this.....But he loves you and supports you :)

Levi

He was the first one to come out to you at the house!! He was just so excited! Same hat!!!

Gets literally any video game where you can design the protag/have custom pronouns and will play games like that with you for hours

Would you like a pride flag.....for u.....He has too many.....Please take the trans flag please he has no room....he bought in bulk for a pride event and didn’t consider the consequences of his actions

Miku binder but irl. He will get if for you but unironically.....thanks King. He just likes binders with patterns and i respect IT

Dysphoria?? He gives you his hoodie bc that was his trademark dysphoria hoodie and i GUESS for you he can share............he would give u anything just ask nicely he’s sensitive

Reads any character that matches up with your gender and is like!!!!! That’s you!!!! OMG!!!! You in da IRL

Goes back and edits his tweets if they use your old name or pronouns(also has he/they in his bio. this is for nothing just makes me :D)

If you haven’t chosen your name he’s gonna suggest so many fictional characters. POV levi kin assigns you.

You listen to music together that just has Trans Vibes.....maybe u cry together but there’s no judgment!! It’s just nice :)

God it’s wild but! He loves u and thinks ur great :)

Satan

Enby Satan. That’s all :)

He’s very quite about it, he supports you! He’s just not loud like his brothers

He brings you book about gender studies and LGBTQ history that he thinks would interest you(there some of his favorite books and they’ve made him feel the most comfortable in his gender)

Gives you a name list if you haven’t named yourself yet! He cares about you and wants to make sure you have the right name that suits you

He’s the one that tells you that it’s ok if you’re still figuring it all out, learning about yourself is a very tricky process and if anyone knows that it’s Satan

Any of the brothers would kill anyone who misgendered you but with Satan that shit is ON SIGHT

Asks you how you know and what were the signs that gave it away to you, but only if you’re comfortable telling him!! He just finds everyone’s experience interesting and would like to know yours as well.

Spells for fucking DAYS Satan personally kills body dysphoria the best he can(mainly bc he’s HIGHKEY afraid of you getting surgery he hates knives so much)

Makes your comfort food for you when you’re feeling down about yourself and will read whatever you want to hear outloud to you.

!!!!!! GET THIS !!!!!! He loves YOU :0

Asmo

Fucking excited!!!! This means you two are going to buy so much clothing together and he gets to style you let’s GO

Buys you whatever you want but he will make you try it all on so be CAREFUL what u wish for.....ur gonna be there till the store closes yeah......

Paints your nails with the trans pride flag!! Also does your makeup and gives you tips on how to look more masculine or fem!!

VOICE LESSONS

He will help you lower or raise the pitch of your voice if it KILLS him. It eventually becomes like a mini class after school

Helps with internalized transphobia! Hes dealt with his fair share and knows how awful it can be and he will NOT being having you experience that as well we r practicing Self Care now

Picks apart any one who misgenders you until they’re crying he has NO fucking time for that behavior in this HOUSE

Sometimes self care is eating whatever you want and sitting in the dysphoria hoodies while watching chick flicks with Asmo

He likes dressing you up but he’s always sure to set boundaries so he never puts you into something that makes you feel uncomfortable

ALSO edits his posts and takes down anything that makes you uncomfortable!!

He loves you so much!!!!

Beel

another one to hand you The Dysphoria Hoodie and it’s very large and comfy!

he’ll help you make out a work out routine that will help you get the body you want and it makes him really happy to work out with you :)

he’s gonna hold your hand if you have to take shots and will give you puppy eyes if you don’t let him. He’s just worried!!!! He wants to help

stands behind you whenever you’re nervous about coming out to someone, he will NOT have someone making you feel bad or misgendering you

he’ll see food with trans pride colors and gives it too you, probably doesn’t even know what it is half the time but it made him think of you so he makes sure to get it for you

he doesn’t trip up on any of your new pronouns or name and makes it seem like he never even knew them. dead name???? what’s that??? a type of sauce?????

will let you vent to him whenever needed and will always make you a sundae after you’ve finished. it’s comically huge but it’s tasty and does make you feel a lot better, thanks beel

makes sure you remember to take off your binder if you’ve been wearing it for more than eight hours! and if you’ve been wearing heels to feel more fem he reminds you to take those off too and has a pair of slippers for you in his room that you can wear instead

hey! get this! He loves you so, so much :D

Belphie

you’re trans? ok kid join the club. he doesn’t make a big deal at all

are you still gonna cuddle with him and join him in his quest to make lucifer’s life difficult? yeah? ok then cool what’s ur name 

if he hears someone misgender you he waits till you’ve left the room and just kills whoever did it, dude’s unhinged what did you expect from him honestly

he’s actually really curious about any hormone therapy you’re on and likes listening to you rant about it to him. he likes seeing your face light up and it partly reminds him of lilith

calls your hormones something stupid like “oh dude, your gamer girl juice arrived.” or “hey your little man potion is here.” ...thanks belphie

will NOT let you sleep in a binder or push up bra!!! not healthy!! let ur chest breath guys 

like mammon, he gets you gendered gifts but they’re so fucking weird? you didn’t need a girls version of a collectable hot wheels set???? he got you blue lightning mcqueen sheets?????? those EXIST here????!!!!! when does he even shop......

introduces you to new people like “this is our resident boy/girl/human. they don’t do much but i think they’re cool.”

he really does care about you but he remembers when he came out he just didnt want people to make a big deal about it so he’s just doing what would have made him feel the most comfortable, but you can still see how much love he has for you when you look into his eyes

he loves you, so, so much :)

[jonkentt]

Sept 20 ‘21 ~Baking~ @samwilsonfest for @presidentrhode-s who baked a work of perfection on my birthday, ily

Sam yawns and tries to blink the sleep from his eyes as he pulls ingredients out of the kitchen cupboards. Once he’s got everything laid out on the counter he turns on the bluetooth stereo and looks for some good vibes tunes. Can’t go wrong with Etta James.

I want a Sunday kinda love…

Sam sways his hips and sings along. He measures flour, sugar, baking soda. He takes the butter out of the fridge to thaw and grabs a few eggs.

I do my Sunday dreaming, oh yea And all my Sunday scheming Every minute, every hour, every day

He sings and stirs, cuts and measures, and feels wonderfully, perfectly at ease. There was something about baking. Maybe the repetition of it, the easy movement through the kitchen, the step-by-step instructions, the certainty of a great result, or the room to improvise. Maybe it was everything about baking, but Sam found it more calming than almost anything else in the world.

He took up baking after he started at the VA, though he can’t quite remember why. He wanted a new hobby and why not choose one that results in food? He started with full size cakes that he’d often end up sharing at group therapy. Then he moved on to little cakes figuring he could try new flavors and styles more often. He bought colorful sprinkles, dabbled in seasonal flavors, and watched youtube videos of frosting techniques.

Alright, so his cake decorating skills weren’t amazing at first. He’d send pictures to Sarah who would call him just to tease him.

“Sam, what the hell is that?”

“One step away from a masterpiece!”

Sarah would crack up and they’d both laugh while Sam tried to justify his attempted artworks. Then he’d try to convince her that it tasted much better than it looked. After a while, he started getting good at it. Like really really good. Like cakes-in-the-window-displays-of-a-bakery level good. His favorite was making frosting flowers and covering his tiny cakes till they looked like tasty bouquets.

And that’s exactly what he found himself doing on this weekend at home with no plans or pressing concerns about global safety. He swirls together a rainbow frosting for the base layer, cause why not go all out? Then he makes delicate blue and yellow roses all along the edge. He even pipes leaves down the sides. When he stops to admire his work, it looks like a rainbow flower explosion. Sam giggles.

He’s sitting in the kitchen absently flipping through one of Sarah’s cookbooks when Bucky comes downstairs, yawning loudly. He glances at the cake on the counter and snorts.

“That’s cute. What’s it for?”

“Just wanted to make something’.”

Bucky stares blankly. “You made this.”

“Yeah.”

“When? This morning?”

“Mmhm.”

“You’re fucking with me.”

“It’s so hard to believe I can bake?”

Bucky examines the cake intently and then raises an eyebrow at his partner. “This is a work of goddamn art, Sam.”

“I know it is. But thanks.”

Bucky stares so hard it looks like his brain is gonna malfunction.

“Where’s Sarah?” he asks finally. “SAARRAAAAAAH!”

“WHAT.” Sarah appears around the corner.

“Sam says he baked this.” Bucky motions to the cake. Sarah had witnessed an in-process version but the complete work was more impressive. She leans over it to admire it.

“Mm damn bro when’d you learn to frost so good? This is much better than what I’ve seen before.”

Sam frowns. “Rude.”

“Wait you’re—” Bucky’s blinking so hard it’s giving Sam a headache. “You’re telling me he didn’t buy this?”

“Oh my god.”

Sarah grins. “Oh, no, he baked it. Sam’s got a whole passion for baking tiny cakes.”

“Excuse you.”

Bucky is way more shook than Sam thinks he needs to be. “WHAT.” He turns to Sam. “You—”

Sam rolls his eyes. “Of course I baked the fucking cake!”

Bucky’s mouth hangs open for another minute and Sam can’t quite decide if he’s amused or annoyed.

“This is beautiful, Sam.”

“Sure it is! Gonna make a tiny cake, gotta pack it with a lot of love! And I deserve all the love.”

“Yeah you do, Sam, and this is— this is!” Is Bucky about to cry? “This is AMAZING! OH MY GOD!” Bucky leans real close and admires it from all angles. Sam can’t help the huge grin on his face.

“How did you mix all the colors like that? It’s fucking gorgeous!” Then, forgetting she was literally just here, “SARAH! Come see this! Sam made a cake!”

Bucky looks at Sam completely awestruck. Sam rubs the back of his neck. Sure, when he did a cool heroic stunt this kinda look from Bucky was expected but now? This was only a hobby. Just a little something Sam loved to do for himself.

“Wait! Hold on, I have to take a picture before you eat it.”

Sam might be feeling very warm under the unexpected praise. Bucky whips his phone out and starts meticulously documenting the tiny cake. Sam is laughing so hard he grabs the counter to stay upright. And then Bucky’s taking pictures of Sam and begging him to hold still and not drop his masterpiece. Sam’s phone buzzes that afternoon.

Sam, you are an artist! Looks too good to eat! [Sam making a dorky face and holding his cake.jpeg] This is Shuri btw. Is it your bday? Happy bday!!!

Sam laughs. “Bucky, did you tell Shuri it was my birthday?”

“I told her that you’re amazing! And that you gotta have a bake-off in her lab cause now she has a worthy rival!”

“And this goofy picture of my face?

“Proof of your mad skills!”

“Wait, how many people did you send that to?”

“Shuri and Ayo. Have you shown Joaquin? He has to see this!” Sam groans.  “What? You can’t horde this talent from us! Where have you been hiding these cakes, anyway?”

Sam giggles. “Been eating ‘em.”

Hey Shuri! It’s not my bday but thanks anyway :)

Sam ends up texting Shuri most of the day. Turns out she’s very passionate about the science of food. They gush over the cool tech she’s made just for baking and Sam agrees to visit soon for ‘the cake-off of the century’. Bucky gets way too excited about that.

Later:

Sam’s eating his cake, which is absolutely delicious by the way, and Bucky is sitting across the table with his chin in his hands grinning stupidly. It’s been all Heart Eyes For Sam™ all day.

“You can have some, you know?”

Bucky just hums happily and doesn’t quit grinning at Sam. He pokes his finger in the frosting and gently lifts off a blue rose. He leans across the table to stick the flower on Sam’s nose.

Sam beams, showing off that cute tooth gap. And what a sight. Wow. Sam Wilson smiling with frosting on his nose? Spare the weak hearts of us poor mortals, Bucky thinks. Sam starts trying to lick the flower off and it’s too cute. They both start giggling uncontrollably.

[crystu-cii]

Y E AH LIKE HELLO I NEED TO BREATH E

XDD YESSS-- YEAH FOR FREE-- we weren't even gonna GET a pet in japan but they found a post about her and were like "...okay fine" and she is so sweet 💕💞❤️💖💞💕💞 oms XDD mood-- oh so what you're saying is you should get a dog with the same color hair as you so you can't tell the difference? XD you'd have no problem with a little extra shed fur-- w h e eze true some people hate loud animals-- I don't, but I do have sensitive ears, which I.. did not take into account when getting a pet ;w;; good luck with getting a pet in the future!!! Again.. I recommend doggos--

XDDD it is SO TASTY-- it's got sweet potato mashed and mixed with brown sugar, with more brown sugar and pecans over the top, then marshmallows on top of those :3c

WOWWW HOW-- THAT'S INSANEEEE-- DAMN THAT'S SOME ROTTEN LUCK-- yeah school budgets? What's that XD yeesh tho that's some awful luck crys-

It is SO AWESOME-- But cRYsSssSSs Portal 2 has a co-op mode!!! And the puzzles aren't too hard-- you even have an in-game polite guide!!! Also I saw a thing today saying "so we obviously can't please EVERYone with a game but I gotta tell you I ain't ever seen a mfer complain about Portal!" WHICH IS SO TRUE LIKE EVERYONE LOVES PORTAL--

Yesss!!!! YEAAAA GLADOS SAYS TRANS AND ENBY PEOPLE ROCK AND ARE VALID!!!!!! I'd like you to know, when I initially discovered it, I had been trying to fall asleep and Couldn't so my mind was wandering, and I was like "....is there a Glados says trans rights thing on the internet?" and I was gonna do it in the morning but I couldn't sleep anyways so I just. Looked it up. At like 2am. Because it was That Important that I couldn't sleep until I looked it up(and then I fell asleep pretty fast, so.. hm--) XDDD

YEAH like wHERE ARE YALL-- XDD

Wellllll what are we supposed to do? Just move it to our dms? gestures vaguely to the length of theses posts You think discord can handle this?? It couldn't even handle me rambling about the cores with it's cowardly 2k character limit! /lh

aawhhh 😭💞💞💕💞💞

and PFTT that would be a lot more chaotic XDD literally right after i vaccum my floor in my room there many strands back on the floor anyway- gosh i have no clue whats up with my hair ;0;; and yeahh- my friend who used to be my neighbor had birds and they would ALWAYS make sound and im like "oh man-" xDD and the BIRDS WERENT EVEN FRIENDLY like- i was there when they first got the birds arrived to them and i was expecting the birbs to be nice but they legit repel from human contact- whenever i would stick my finger in the cage they would hang on the the opposite side of the cage xD so far i imagine they just let them live and dont interact with them at all- doesnt really sound fun to be honest ;w;;

and OOOO MAN that sounds so awesome :0 ooO i should also say how my dinner went yesterday, since it was kinda our belated thanksgiving- we got take out from a chinese restaurant! might sound a little sad that we didnt cook anything- but take out is a very common thing in our family xD and i FINALLY GOT MY CHEESECAKE I DESIRED YAAAAASSSS- and my bro also got cookies! (they were from a high quality place as well) and one of the flavors was pumpkin pie (the cookie even looked like a pie!) and i was happy cause that shall replace the actual pumpkin pie i also wanted xD and it was GOOD?? LIKE MOM- PUMPKIN PIE ISNT BAD xD so that was my night!

and LEGITTTT LIKE- oh my god i can LITERALLY go on and on about how horrible that year was from my previous year- and THEN THERES COVID TO TOP IT ALLLL OFF UGHHHHWUFOAJ

and WHHH IT DOES?? I thought that was a seperate game :OO and oHHH that sounds cool! and BAHHA- fACTSSS xDD and omggg i feel that- i would always search up random things of a fandom and see if they exist or not XDD IM SO GLAD A "TRANS RIGHTS" GLADOS EXISTS XDD i also actually do have a Portal instagram folder where i save portal related posts- OKAY AT THE MOMENT I AM WRITING THIS SENTENCE i looked back wt the folder (its the last one out of all my folders because i havent saved any posts in it for a LONG time) and there arent many posts as there are with my other franchise folders- BUT LITERALLY (ALMOST) ALL THE POSTS ARE WHEATLEY AND IM LIKE PFPFNTKAHFIANJD there were also some chell x human!wheatley there because the way people drew those two were in a very cute art style so i liked it- i hope me liking the ship doesnt sound too weird though- xD ;w;; bUt THATS my experience of being in the portal fandom(?) XDD

and oh yeaH YOURE RIGHT- i keep forgetting that discord has a character limit but at the same time it always gets me- whenever im trying to show my friends a fanfic i wrote discord is all like "IMMA STOP YOU RIGHT THERE" and its shitty- my friends dont even comment on my fanfics anyway- xDD

[sethrine-writes]

Daughter of a Devil - Ch. 16

Main Characters:  Father!Dante & Daughter!Reader

Words:  2343

Warnings:  Fancy stuff, Fluff, Father-Daughter Dancing

Story Summary: Being a parent wasn’t easy, nor was there such thing as being perfect at it. Good news for Dante, seeing as how he doesn’t have the slightest idea in hell what to do with a child. Sometimes, he was certain that fighting off a horde of demons was a far better match than keeping up with his own daughter. Well, at least he wasn’t going down without a fight.

A/N:  Thank you guys so much for all the warm welcomes back into this series! I’m so glad you guys are still interested in this lovely little universe. Here’s another chapter, just for you kind souls! Some nice fluff. Enjoy!

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Chapter 16 - When the Devils Dance (16 yrs.)

You had honestly not expected to see both Lady and Trish waiting for you as soon as you entered the shop. In fact, their presence was a little irking, seeing as how your father had said they were on some sort of mission of their own a few cities away. Either he was lying, or they were really fast; the former sounded much more fitting for this particular situation.

“Hey Trish…Lady,” you said with a nod in greeting, eyeing the smiling women suspiciously. Sure, you were covered in dirt and muck and God-knows-what else from your earlier assignment of taking care of some small-fry demons (damn things were fast and kept tripping you up), but the mischievous grins sprouting on their faces didn’t look like the type of reaction appropriate for your disheveled appearance.

“Have you guys seen Dad?”

“Dante’s a bit…tied up at the moment,” Lady answered, her smile never wavering. You had a feeling her statement was far more truth than it should have been.

“Right. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m just gonna go…that way, so - son of a bitch!”

You had just turned toward the kitchen and had taken a few steps when Trish had suddenly appeared before you, arms crossed just below her breasts and hip cocked to one side. Whatever her smile meant, you had a strange feeling that you were involved.

“I’m afraid there’s just no time for you to wander about. We have to get you ready!”

You gave the blonde she-demon a very strange look.

“R-ready? Ready for wha-“

“Come on, now, upstairs for a shower.”

“Wait…hey!”

You continued to shout and curse the whole way upstairs as Trish pushed you along, already pulling at your clothes to quicken the process. By the time you were actually in the bathroom, you were almost completely naked.

“Alright, wash your hair, shave those legs, and brush your teeth. You’ve got fifteen minutes to finish!”

You sputtered at the ridiculous amount of time you were given to do all of what she was asking, especially with how dirty you had gotten from your mission. You were just about to tell her off, too, when you turned and found she was no longer in the bathroom with you.

“Remember, fifteen minutes!”

“Are you guys crazy?!”

“Goodness, you’re right…better make it ten!”

You sighed heavily as you finished undressing and climbed into the bathtub for a quick shower. Whatever those two had planned, you were being forced to go along with it. You decided you might as well go along with the ride and hoped that whatever they were going to do with you didn’t hurt too badly in the end.

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You may have just started out as a demon hunter, much like your father, but you had definitely already faced some hard challenges, had come home with some bruises and bleeding wounds that would soon scar over - much slower than Dante’s own almost instant healing, but hey, they would make for some interesting stories. 

In that regard, you wished you were fighting Sparda, himself, then being dolled up by the two women doting over you at that moment. Truly, you had to be in some sort of hell-dimension. Maybe you had died on that mission, and this was your punishment.

“Just hold still!”

“Damnit, stop pulling on my hair!”

“You’re acting like a child.”

“I am not!”

You continued to argue and struggle against both Lady and Trish, cringing at makeup brushes and coughing at the excessive amount of hairspray being used to keep your hair in place. It felt between a lifetime and probably about ten minutes for them to finish, everything calming rather suddenly as both women ooed and awed at their work.

You were turned abruptly to look into the full length mirror hanging on your wall, your disgruntled expression smoothing over almost immediately at your made-up visage.

“I look…so different.”

“Well, not really,” Lady explained, coming up behind you and placing her hand on your shoulder. “You’re just a little spruced up, is all. You’re still the same rough, difficult, badmouthed, daughter of a devil that we all know and love.”

You gave a huff of a laugh as Lady pat at your shoulder reassuringly and made her way to your closet as Trish excused herself with the promise of having Dante ready.

“One last thing, and then you can meet your dad downstairs.”

“Was he in on this whole thing, too?”

Lady gave you a look, one you recognized as twisted in the most delightful way. It was safe to say that Dante had gotten the same treatment as you.

You definitely still had questions, but they were answered rather abruptly when Lady presented you with a full-length dress, a gown only seen at high school proms or those fancy parties and dances-

Everything was starting to make sense. You weren’t sure if you had ever been so nervous as you were at that moment.

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Every year for the past fifty-seven or so years, the local park held an annual formal spring dance that allowed all ages to attend. It was sort of like a prom, but with the addition of small children and elderly couples dressed up nicely in frilly outfits joining in on all the festivities. It was a chance for everyone to dress up for one night and make themselves feel beautiful as well as have fun with close friends and family members.

The park itself was lit up with lights stuck in trees and bushes throughout the whole area. There was a big makeshift dance floor laid out along the less grooved area of grass in the middle of the park, and several tables of refreshments and tasty treats were set out. Off to the side of the large expanse set aside for dancing was the music-mixer table where two DJs were stationed and playing a variety of music.

Many people from around the city were present, dressed to impress, and despite the large crowd, you were having a blast.

You weren’t even sure why you had been so nervous, in the first place, and even though the whole process of being dressed up wasn’t much your style, you were happy Lady and Trish had sprung such a little surprise on both you and your father.

Already, you had been asked to dance by several sharply dressed young men, all of which you accepted. You were surprised that Dante had actually allowed you to do such a thing, especially with the way he was when you so much as mentioned a guy you talked to on a normal, friendly basis. His focus tonight was to make you happy, however, and if you were happy dancing with all the men that showed up that night, then so be it.

At one point, as you were sitting down to take a small break and talking with your father on some of the weird and rather hilarious dance moves a large group was pulling off, a small boy around the age of five had come up to you with the sweetest little face. He then held up a flower he had picked just off to the side of the dance floor and asked if you would dance with him. It was the single most sweetest thing you had ever witnessed, and with a smile of your own (and a hardy laugh from your father) you accepted and allowed the tyke to lead you on the dance floor for two songs.

Before long, the DJs were beginning to dedicate the dances for specialty couples, such as elder couples, younger couples, just the kids, and so on. After about four or five dances, there was one that was for “Fathers and Daughters,” quite similar to the one some traditional weddings still did.

“Looks like it’s our turn to tear up the dance floor, Squirt,” Dante said with a short waggle of his brows, standing and holding out his arm for you to take.

You shook your head at his antics, but took his arm with a smile and let him lead you to the middle of the dance floor along with the other fathers and daughters gathering around.

The song itself was a very lovely melody, one that you were familiar with and enjoyed listening to in your free time. Instead of stepping to a more complicated dance routine, as you had first expected Dante to lead you into, you and your father both fell in-step to a gentle sway that went perfectly with the tune. One of your hands rested comfortably in his as the other took purchase on his shoulder, right above where you rested your head.

You were aware of several parents with cameras snapping a quick photo or two around you, but you didn’t mind much. There was almost a guarantee you’d be gifted with a photo of the moment by some mysterious means, of which you were more than okay with.

“So, how’d you like the surprise?”

You laughed a little and pulled back to look at your father fully.

Truth be told, Dante cleaned up really good, with his longer hair slicked back in a nice style and his face clean-shaven. He’d donned a nicer shirt for the occasion with a tie that matched the color of your dress and a newer, black coat, dark jeans and his usual dusty boots cleaned up to an almost decent shine polishing off the ensemble. He looked younger, rugged, even, in a nice way. You could definitely see the charm in his look, and it was no wonder why your mother had been so smitten with him when they first met.

“So, you did have a hand in it,” you accused in a playful tone, earning an equally playful smirk from your father.

“I may have mentioned something to the ladies, though all the planning and torture was their doing, I’m afraid.”

“No kidding,” you huffed, leaning back against his chest. “It was a little sudden, and too much hairspray was involved, but it was nice. This is nice. Oh, I was wondering, did Lady and Trish really have you tied up?”

Your father gave a heavy sigh, and laughter escaped your lips. Dante may have been one of the most difficult men you knew, but Lady was much more stubborn and hell-bent on anything she set her mind to, with Trish more than happy to join along in the mayhem. You were sure that if they wanted to put your father in a bright orange dress with ruffles and make him do the Macarena, they’d have him dancing the night away by that evening.

“Well, I’m glad you did it. You know, for me; I don’t think I’ve had this much fun since shooting off the eyes of that limb-sprouting demon a couple months back.”

“Yeah, that was one hell of a treat, wasn’t it? Lady was so pissed after that mission!”

You both began laughing as you remembered quite well the verbal thrashing the demon hunter had given Dante for taking his sweet time in taking care of business. You had been given the same thrashing, though it wasn’t nearly as harsh as the one your father had to endure.

Before long, the song came to an end which gave way to many cheers from the bystanders watching the fathers and daughters dance. You and Dante stopped in the middle of the dance floor, smiling at each other. You then reached around him and pulled him to you in a warm hug, feeling his much stronger arms wrap around you securely to return the gesture.

“Dad, I know I don’t say it often enough, but…thanks, for everything you do for me.”

“Squirt-”

Whatever Dante was about to say was interrupted by a loud, screeching noise coming from the sky. You both looked up into the darkness to find a large group of bird-like creatures swooping down and startling the people in the park, attempting to scramble the mass and section them off. Many began screaming and running around in hopes of finding a way to escape the strange sight, just as the demons were expecting, most likely.

“Let’s go,” Dante said, and just like that he was pulling you along by the arm while reaching inside his coat and pulling out what looked like Ivory to fire several shots at the circling demons. Doing so only served to do two things: make the demons angrier and startle the crowd even more.

People were tripping here and there as the winged creatures began to swoop lower to pull a human or two up a small ways before letting them drop back down. In a way, they were teasing them, playing with their meal, so to speak.

At one point, one of the bird-like demons came too close to you and had pulled at the back of your dress, ripping several seams and pulling at the fabric at the bottom until several pieces of it hung from your form.

You looked back at the tattered skirt of the dress, a burning sort of anger quickly seeping into your veins.

As your father reached within his coat once more to retrieve Ebony, you tore the remaining fabric from the bottom up to your knee in order to move around easier, revealing the glittering heels you wore as well as your gun, Rein, strapped carefully to your lower thigh. You pulled the weapon from its holster against your skin and began firing your own shots into the air at the swarming horde, all but roaring with the anger building inside you.

“You damn pterodactyls ruined my dress and one of the best nights of my life! I’ll send all of you back to hell!”

Dante stopped momentarily in his shooting to watch you go to town on the flying creatures, almost swearing he could see red in your gaze.

God, but you looked like your mother. You’d grown up into such a lovely young woman - damn near brought a tear to his eye.

[nightwolfomega]

Heart of a Lycan  Chapter 4

Lunch date

  Dawn arrived and so did Olydia when she reached her hometown, Luckily finding a parking spot at an area that didn’t have a parking meter, it was always a pain and worrisome to remember how much time was left on those blasted things. 

She head’s down to the Moonrise Cafe, walking by the other shops and buildings briskly on the sidewalk enjoying the cool air that gently blows onto her, Olydia couldn’t wait to meet up with Lycus. She wished their conversations lasted longer but she couldn’t pull him away from his job. 

Hopefully when they meet up again today they can talk about doing some visits with each other like they did in the past.

The cafe always had a gentle color of lavender and purple painted on the outside walls, the stars and moon must have been repainted on the building since it looked like it was chipping back when she was in high school. Walking inside the building she took in the delightful smell of baked pastries and coffee being brewed.

Mrs. Applebaum a lanky woman in her late fifties with curly black hair with a few silver strands colorful glasses wearing a large sweater with an black apron that had what appeared to be ten kinds of pins from movies and cats that fit her unique style. at the counter just finishing up putting in the apple tarts on display she catches a glance at her “Oh my stars above is that you Olydia?” she spoke, adjusting her glasses. 

Olydia grins walking up to the counter “It’s been a while since I’ve been here, i always loved having your astounding apple crumble Mrs. Applebaum.” gazing at the tempting display of cakes, muffins, croissants and many other pastries. “Olydia I’ve known you since you were a twinkling little star, you know you can call me Laura.” she chuckles.

“Heh, okay laura. I hope business has been booming since I’ve been gone.” Olydia asks, adjusting the purse strap over her shoulder. “Of course, anything pumpkin or apple has been selling like hotcakes.” Laura chortles. “Can’t make them fast enough.” 

“So what brings you here to my little cafe? Something tells me you're not just here for a coffee and the best apple pie in the whole county” leaning close, arching a brow mischievously. Olydia makes a little smirk “I’m actually meeting up with Lycus here.” tucking the hair behind her ear. “Oohh he’s gonna be so happy to see you. I shouldn’t probably be telling you this honey but he would always talk about you when he comes in here to get some coffee and cinnamon rolls.” 

A hint of pink showed on her cheeks “R-really?” tilting her head slightly “Oh my yes, the guy acts like a big puppy when he talks about you, making a big adorable smile. I swear you had some kind of power over him or something cause he just simply-.” hearing the bell of the door jingle they see Lycus with his hair well kept wearing a leather jacket and dark navy blue jeans and black sneakers smiling excitedly.

He must not have noticed Olydia was standing there yet until Laura looks over to her with a sly smirk “Watch this.” turning back to Lycus “Here to see your best friend Lycus?” she spoke out. “Yes I am Laura, I am so excited-” he looks up and his face instantly flashes to red when he sees her, “Oh god.” trying to hide his face with one hand to make himself look less obviously that he was blushing like a complete idiot. Laura giggles “Aww I’m sorry sweetheart, c’mon I’ll get you two a slice of apple pie on the house.”  

Olydia smiles warmly walking up to Lycus and gives him a warm hug “Thank you for meeting up with me.” looking up at him. He makes a bashful grin “Y-Yeah, I’ve been really looking forward to this.” he felt her hand holding onto his “C’mon lets get some cinnamon rolls and coffee.” tugging him softly to walk with her. Lycus follows and they order their tasty treats and find a table near the window for a nice view. 

It looked a bit humorous to see Lycus sitting on the chair that looked a little too small for him, “I hope you had a goodnight and got enough rest. I felt a little guilty that I asked you to do this since I realised you did a long night shift.” looking away bashfully. Lycus chuckles “Hey, don’t say that, I’m more than happy that I can get to do this with you. I couldn’t stop thinking about us doing this.”

 Lycus was honest when he spoke that, his night was long but amazing as he ran around getting all the adrenaline rush out of his system just thinking about them together and enjoying each other’s company, he managed to actually fall asleep quickly when he got back to his place despite the wolves roughhousing a good bit. Even dreaming of scenarios of them together in the cafe but the staff and customers were all wolves.

“That’s good, I bet you get all sorts of beautiful views of the forest and animals when you go out there.” now getting more relaxed as she rested her head onto her hand as the other hand holds the mug of coffee. 

“To be honest I see a lot of nocturnal animals during my night shifts. I see a lot of deer and raccoons sometimes just running around. It's funny sometimes when they’ll accidentally see me they’ll dart in the other direction like lightning.” he chuckles. 

Olydia chortles, god, it was so nice to see her smile and laugh with him. It made him feel so relaxed and happy to just listen to her. He ponders a moment, maybe he could take her with him to see some animals. Maybe make a picnic date out of it, that would be so nice.

“Lycus?” she spoke out, snapping him out of his fantasy “Hm? Oh jeez sorry about that.” rubbing the back of his neck. “I hope I’m not that boring to talk with.” she teases taking a little bite of her cinnamon roll. “Of course not! I’m never bored when I’m with you.” he spoke, taking a sip of his coffee, he had eight packets of sugar in his, he loved sweets. 

“So since your back, what do you plan on doing? I mean, I’ll be more than happy to help you out on finding a job around her.” crossing his arms and leaning back on his chair. 

“To be honest I’m not sure, if anything I’ll try to find some odd jobs. I’ve done it before already. Remember when you and I would rake all the leaves around all the houses on my parents block? We made a killin on that.” chuckling softly. 

Lycus nods “I remember that all too well, especially when Mrs. Teller would make us hot cider and cider doughnuts. It was the best kind of payment you could get.” closing his eyes reminiscing the moment. 

He suddenly remembered something important: “The library!” slamming his hand on the table with a loud bang that made Olydia flinch. Making his coffee splash on his jacket “Ah damnit.” looking down embarrassed by the stain “Lycus are you okay?” Olydia stood up quickly with her napkins and looked over at him “You didn’t get burned did you?!” 

Shaking his head “No I’m fine, just made a big ass out of myself.” grabbing his napkins to dab as much as the stain off the jacket as he could. “Thank goodness, You almost threw me in a panic for a second.” grinning at him with a hand on his shoulder. 

When Lycus used the last of his napkin Olydia offered hers “Here, take mine.” holding the little stack for him. “Thanks, I really appreciate it.” bashfully taking them and dabbs enough to at least dry it. Olydia sat back down on her chair “So I guess it had something to do with the library?” arching a brow with a smirk.

He scoffs “Yeah, I remembered they were hiring there and thought that you would do a perfect job working there. Since I know you love books and stuff, wait, you still do right?” oh god, he didn’t even ask if she still likes books. How could he have just assumed she would want to do something like that?! Now she’ll probably think he’s a clumsy assuming jerk.

Olydia however looked elated “That would be fantastic! I gotta apply right away on that. Do you think we could go there after we eat?” looking at him with a big grin that could light up the whole town. To be honest it made him want to just lean over and kiss her right then and there. 

“S-sure Olydia we can do whatever you want.” he replies dreamily, “I swear Lycus you know me so well even after all this time apart. You’re like my guardian angel.” 

Lycus felt something heavy in his chest as if his heart was going down a roller coaster, hearing her say that immediately made his day feel all the more enlightened. “Aw jeez you’re too kind.” and sweet, and lovable. Thinking the other stuff to himself.

They enjoyed munching on their cinnamon rolls and drinking what was left of their coffee, Olydia sternly tells Lycus she’s paying for their little brunch saying how sweet it was for Lycus to see her at this time. 

When they wave goodbye to Laura they head out of the shop “I feel like this day is only getting better by the-” Olydia spoke out until she accidentally bumps into someone “Sorry about that, didn’t see where I was going.” turning to look at the person she bumped into. She looked and froze dead in her tracks and her eyes widened.

The man paused and looked down at her, he had a handsome face that made him look like a prince charming with beautiful amber eyes, strong jawline and adorable dimples. His body strong with clothes fitting his well built body, he could have been on magazines for mens fashion if he wanted to.

Trent Belford, the most handsome charming man in town, who was now all the more happy to see her which made her all the more terrified.

[romance2d-otomegame]

The Route Thief

Sumary: Everybody used to tell me to stop playing those games, but what can I do? An otome game is pretty addictive and specially if is one like Wizardess Heart. This game is my life! Wait, I didn't mean literally... Then, why I'm suddenly inside on my game!? Is that Hiro and Zeus? When I said this game is my life I didn't mean to want that this game BE my life!

Pairing:Hiro x Marian

Chapter 5

The travel on train was definitely the best of my life. I've had never ride a train ever before! It was fantastic. Clarisse was accompanying me, but only to the front gate of the academy. I was already wearing my uniform, and I was surprised when I saw that it was a black uniform from the Night Class. I'm going to be on the Night Class!

"You look very excited young lady."

"Yea, I'm pretty nervous actually, I wonder if I'll be able to fit on that place."

"I'm sure that you'll be just okay."

The landscapes where so beautiful. This place is more big and amazing than I ever thought. After a long trip, we finally arrive to the Gedonelune station. We walked on the streets for a while and buy a few groceries. They give me one of those perams and I love it! Of course I didn't bring many things whit me, first because the stuff of Marian doesn't really are my taste, just a few casual dress might do the trick, and second, if there's something I learn from my first day on college is that more than the 50% of your packings will help you nothing. You can find new things wherever you go anyway. And in this place I'll be using my wonderful new black uniform so, I don't need that much. After a while we arrived at the main gate of the Academy.

"You finally show up!"

Oh God, I recognize that booming voice.

"Do you have any idea of how long I've been waiting for you here!?"

"Hi Zeus, sorry I just have to buy some stuff at the city."

"This is not the place for you to go shopping!"

Okay, this guy can't chill out at all huh?

"Hurry up, I'm late and I have a lot of things to do. I've no time to lose."

"Okay, okay. Thanks for accompanying all this way Clarisse."

"My pleasure young lady. Please take good care of you."

I stared walking along whit Zeus, well, actually I was trying to keep his steps.

"You didn't bring more luggage?"

"huh? No, I'm fine whit this."

I brought out my peram and raised proudly.

"huh... Really?"

"Where's Hiro?"

"He is working, or at least I hope he's working!"

He then let go a huge yawing.

"Gosh, this is a pain."

"Are you tired?"

"Huh? Uh, well, we're Night Class, when you get used is hard to stay awake at daytime."

"I see. Where are we going?"

"You're making so much questions today."

But he seems more relaxed somehow. At least he doesn't scream anymore.

"I have to take you whit the headmaster and then to your room."

"I see. Don't you feel hot whit that scarf?"

"Seriously, you are starting to get on my nerves..."

Zeus took me all the way to the headmaster's office. All the buildings were more than a picture, and I was absorbed on all of it. Is there a way to take pictures? When we entered the office, I was surprised to see that the headmaster was Rembrandt, this means, that I'm on a time beyond of the first seasons, probably the labyrinth still exists, but seriously, seeing Rembrandt in person, was a totally different deal. He was impressively tall, including his horns. And his tail didn't stop of moving someway or another. I just stayed there speechless while he was telling all the rules and welcomes for the new student. I was the only one anyway. He said about the party that'll be held tonight, or something like that, I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was precious on the game. On real he was stunning. After that, Zeus walked me all the way to the Night Class building. We were passing the old cemetery, just like in the game. Since I already know I wasn't surprised at all but still, it feels a little chilly.

"How is that there's a graveyard so close of the school?"

"What? Scary?"

He asked whit an amusing smile

"No, I was just thinking on how strange is that, besides, the fact that there's a school in the middle of a graveyard is also out of place don't you think?"

"Hmm, you're not funny."

Whit out saying nothing more Zeus took me all the way until we reached the girls dorm. I must to say, that the simple picture that you see on the game doesn't make justice for the real thing. The Night class building, was like one of this old big mansions of the Victorian times. I love that style, I always was a fan of Gothic aesthetics.

"Here, this is your room. You don't have a roommate, and there's no servants, so you'll have to take care of your space by yourself. You think you can do that spoiled child?"

He was wearing on of those arrogant smiles of him.

"Are you telling me that Hiro doesn't do everything for you?"

He startle at my question.

"Of... Of course not! I also do stuff you know! Like... Clean and all that!"

"If Hiro forces you it doesn't count."

"Nhg!... Wh-Whatrever! There's a party at the big auditorium at night so make sure you be there on time understood!? And I'll be not coming for you!"

I think I'm starting to get Zeus. I already made my mind, I won't let that the past interfere whit my present. Hiro's words still were stuck on my head. It doesn't matter anymore, who this lady Marian was. I am Marian now, who knows for how long, so I'll be living this life at my way from here. This place was really huge! I have my own living room and kitchen, also there's two bedrooms but I'll be the only one here, so probably I'll use it like an office. I always wanted one! When the sun stared to fall, life raised on the dorms. All Night Class students show up, and they were chatting whit enthusiasm of the party of tonight. I've never were good making friends and is hard to me to approach new people. But this guy's, doesn't seem to care. They keep whit they business and ignored me like I was just somebody else. Somehow, it make me relax. The only girl that spoke to me was my neighbor of the front door and it was just for ask me not to be noisy at daytime since she sleeps all day. Not that I care, I've never been a noisy person anyway.

I followed a group a long of the way so I didn't get lost on my way to the main building. Enter the auditorium was such a vision. I definitely feel like I'm on Harry Potter, hehehe, how funny! Now, could it be that I meet some other boy of the game? Oh! Look at all that food! I love buffet!

"Hey Goldstein!"

Huh? Goldstein? That voice, that's definitely... I knew it! Is Zeus! I stood behind a column and watched the scene. Zeus was making his way through the people and heading to... That's Klaus!!? OMG is Klaus! And that two pigtails girl...no way... Seriously!? Is that Liz!? So she still is the MC uh? Why didn't I reincarnated on her? It will have been funnier. Zeus stared to talk whit Klaus. This scene... It seems to be familiar. Suddenly Zeus corned Liz against the window, I... Seen this before... Isn't this...? OMG! This is the first CG on Zeus's route!! Even Hiro is there just drinking his glass! Wait... Then, the timeline, is in Zeus's route!? Zeus had a fiance all this time!? How do this work? I don't understand but this is definitely the events on Zeus's route. Rembrandt approached the group and start talking, yea I also remember this. I think on moving from my spot to another more close but I bumped into someone's back.

"Ouch! Oh! I'm so sorry!"

"woa! Careful, are you okay?"

He turned to see me and I didn't give credit to my eyes. That angelic smile, those crystal eyes, That's Alfonse! I petrified while I admire him.

"You didn't get hurt do you?"

"Eh!? Ah... I'm ... I'm okay, sorry I stumbled on you."

Calm down! Calm down! Calm down!

"Don't worry, is normal when there's this much of people. Well, I need to get going, enjoy the party!"

"Eh, ah, su-sure... You too..."

Gosh! Why do I always ruin it like this! I didn't learn anything of all those games!? Alfonse leave and walked towards another boy, no way, that's Caesar! Please I don't want to stumbled on him if I do I don't think I'll manage well, I'll just embarrass myself again. I follow them until they walked towards... Liz. Wait, where do Zeus go? And Klaus? Oh right, this is were Liz meets Alfonse and Caesar. I need to properly remember all.

"What are you doing?"

"Kyaa! Hiro!? You scare me!"

"Sorry. I see there's no change whit you huh?"

"huh? Do you mean my head? There's... A few but not my memories."

"I see."

"Wait, what are you doing here? Weren't you whit Zeus?"

"I lost sight of him when I got this."

He bring a plate whit different color muffins on it.

"Oh, that looks good."

"Have you tried the food, is good."

"I was about when I... Got interrupted."

"Really? There's a table."

Hiro pointed a table full of many different types of dishes, but what bring my attention was the pasta dishes. Actually, I was working as a waitress on an Italian restaurant on my past life. I fell in love whit Italian cuisine, but, I don't know if something related exist on this world. I serve myself a plate of spaghetti that looked tasty, and when I tried.

"Mmm! Gosh this is delicious!"

How can be possible that they have the perfect savor!?

"You like it?"

"Is so good! I was missing Italian food so bad!"

"Italian?"

Yikes! That doesn't exist here!

"Huh, I mean... That's not the name of this dish?"

"Of course not, that's spaghetti whit meat sauce. Where did you bring that?"

"Oh! Hehehe I... Reed it on a book, I guess I misunderstood..."

"You even forget that huh? But it seems you like so try a little more."

Gosh! I think I saved!

"You know, there's a good place on Queensblade where they serve the best spaghetti whit meat sauce on the world."

"Really? Is even better that this?"

"A lot better."

He smiled me, and my heart skipped a beat. God, he's so beautiful.

"I'll love to try it some day."

"Maybe some day. Now try this."

Hiro passed me another dish that seems to be lasagna.

"Mmm! This is also wonderful!"

And like that, Hiro and I spend a while trying every dish and dessert available. If partys are always like this I want to go to more!

"If you keep eating like that you'll get fat."

"So what?."

"Don't girls get worried for their weight?"

"Food is nothing for you to have to feel guilty about. They bring all this so you can enjoy yourself so that's what in going to do! Who cares weight!"

"Hehe, really?"

Hiro smiled again. This moment, it feels so precious right now. I hope, I can keep getting closer to him.

"What about you? You're eating a ton."

"I exercise so I don't get worried. Besides, who says no to free food? We worked so hard to get everything done in no time. I think I deserve a good meal."

"All is fantastic, it surely seems difficult to pull out."

"At the beginning it was supposed to be a party for prefects only, but headmaster changed his mind and we had to prepare more."

"Huh? Why the sudden change?"

"I don't know. But I'm glad everything went right."

So many dishes after, Hiro offered to walk me back to the Night Class.

"Uff, so many food, so late at night. What time is it?"

"More than ten o'clock."

"Ten on clock!? Is so late now."

"Is pretty early yet."

"But many are leaving too."

"Those are Day class. For you and they it surely is late."

"Wait, I have to get use to the schedule too!"

"Good luck whit that young lady."

"Don't call me like that!"

Hiro laughed and I playfully give a punch on his arm. Soon we reached the cemetery and the coffin that was the door to the Night Class.

"Can you continue for yourself from here?"

"Huh? You're not coming?"

"I got to search for Zeus. He can get in trouble if I don't watch on him."

"I see. Thanks for bring me here, I'll be alright, I think I remember the way."

"Good, then, see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight Hiro."

Hiro leave, and I went down stairs to the Night Class. I need to remember now, the events of Zeus's route. To bad I don't have my phone here. But I think I can remember the most. I saw Alfonse and Caesar tonight and a eat a lot of tasty food whit Hiro. Is been a long time since the last time I feel so good. But there's things that still bothers me. I wonder if I can... I don't know... Change the events of the routes?

To be continued ...

[omgdoubleume]

50 Questions Tag:

Thank you @bloody-personalblog-mary & @killersimthetics for the tag! I currently play with random sim that I like atm, and the chosen one for this honorable post is….. Hamza! Another new face, or maybe not *cz he’s actually the older brother of the blonde twins in dofus pack. That would explain their similar face.

Sim’s name : Hamza Addamson

How old is your sim? He’s currently 19 yo college student in my game, but will get older once he appear with dofus gang. *that’s just my plan :’D

When is your sim’s birthday? Uh… never thought about that. Sry

What is your sim’s zodiac sign? Pisces

What is your sim’s ethnicity? Half Scottish, half Germany.

Does your sim have any nicknames? Nope, his friends see him as a respectful man. So no one brave enough to create any nicknames for the dude.

Do they have a job? If so, what is it? Not at the moment.

Where does your sim live? Icolopolis ofc! kkkkk 😄

Who does your sim live with? Well.. he’s about to adopt a dog. He lives separated from his family bcz his college was far-far away from home.

What environment did your sim grow up in? Full of Love and discipline.

What are your sim’s favourite foods? He loves whatever others made sincerely for him! Cz he’s basically know pretty well how to cook tasty foods. So taste doesn’t really matter to him, but the one who gave it to him.

What is your sim’s favourite drink? Fresh juice, especially avocado juice.

If they Have one, what is your sim’s favourite color? Gold-yellow

Does your sim believe in any clichés? (like love at first sight) No…, cz it’s lust. Not love. But maybe he has some faith on other clichés?.. who knows?

What is your sim’s sexuality? -STRAIGHT-

What is your sim’s gender identity? Male, obviously!

Is your sim type a or type b? Type B

Is your sim introverted or extroverted? Extrovert in elegant way.

Is your sim neurotypical or neurodivergent? Neurotypical

What is your sim’s favourite woohoo position? Oh god *shy*… His virgin soul would scream for this question. He can’t even tell 😝 halph!!

Is your sim a pet person? If so, what is their favourite animal? Not really a pet person, but he has this nurturing trait on him. So he need someone/something to care. Sadly he’s still single atm. He can just pick some green plants on care, but he wants more feed back. So he choose a dog 🐶

Does your sim have a best friend? Yes! The twins!

What is/was your sim’s favourite school subject? Psychology and communication.

Is/was your sim a high, mid or low achiever in school? Mid.. and sometimes high. Depends on how much he loves the subject. Good enough as a student atleast.

Are they planning to go or have they already been to college? If so, what would be or what was their major? He choose Technology as the first step. Then after graduate, he’ll take another step on communication major.

What are your sims political beliefs? Not as white as paper 💩

What is one thing your sims wants to do before they die? Never thought about that.

Does your sim have a favourite TV show and/or movie? Whatever that his friends gave as recommendation.

Is your sim a Netflix viewer? If so, what are their top 3 shows? Umm… He’ll wait for another recommendation from his friends. Pffft

Does your sim like books? If so, what’s their favourite one? He likes some heavy books about psychology & communication. As for light reading, he’ll choose something with mystery, science, & psychology stuff in it. He don’t really has any favourite one.

Does your sim enjoy video games? Yes, some kind of fighting game on his PC.

What is your sim’s personal style? Casual, anything comfy to wear. Y’know.. typical boys would…

Does your sim have a lucky charm? Not really.

Is your sim religious? Pretty much!

What kind of music does your sim listen to and who is their favourite artist? He’s an easy listener. Not so picky about music, as long as it match his mood.

Is your sim a festive person? If so, what’s their favourite holiday? He loves whenever the calendar shows red marks in full rows. Cz that means he can visit his family in his hometown.

What is your sim’s favourite type of weather? Autmn, he loves the color in autmn.

Does your sim prefer to start fights or finish them? Avoid it as elegant as he can.

Does your sim have a dream job? He hopes it would be something steady and pay more than enough to feed him and his family.

Does your sim have any siblings? Yes! The twins!!!

Does your sim get along with their family? Yep!

What is your sims favourite hobby? Playing guitar on a rainy day. Cz no one can exactly spot his mistake 😏

What does your sim look for, in a romantic partner? Trust, honest, respect, comfort & care.

What is a secret about your sim? He is….. soft

What is flaw your sim has? He’s easy to burst in tears, once he can’t control his emotion. He wants to vent it out or punch something, but he’s too afraid if he would cause trouble for others. The thought it self would increase his emotional state.

How do others generally perceive your sim? A respectful man, indeed.

Does your sim have a greatest achievement? If so, what is it? Not yet, he barely start the college life. Lol..!

If they have one, what is your sim’s greatest regret? Oh c’mon… life just begin for him. Don’t talk about regret on the first chapter guys.

Does your sim have a favourite emoji? “sunshine” 🌞

Does your sim use simstagram? No, but he likes to appear on someone’s snapgram/selfies. Like a "photo bomb".

What is the last text your sim sent (and who did they text)? It’s “Amen”, cz one of the twins texted him: “Hope you’ll find that Missy right for the sake of your virgin-not so-youth-age”. Wtf is that mean anyway?

[thatdamnokie]

today, i watched rocknrolla for the first time and kept a running tab of live commentary which can be found below the cut and is a stupid amount of ridiculous and will not make ANY sense unless you’ve also seen rocknrolla and like--have some vague memory of how the movie happens because this was all pretty much stream-of-consciousness or whatever.

yoooo i dig the opening song. okay. off to a good start.

for real thought the dark castle logo was hogwarts fml

is that… mark’s voice?

who is this muscular motherfucker?

LOOK AT THAT FUCKING BONG PIPE THING

that’s as tall as a toddler what the fuck

look at all these people in this movie!

THAT WAS MARK

mr. strong ladies and gentleman

… wait lenny looks super familiar, what else have i seen him in.

this all seems very complicated.

idris and gerard!

counselor’s cute too

why is everyone in this movie so fucking cute

WHERE ELSE HAVE I SEEN THIS GUY

every time mark speaks i jump

wait is that—gerard’s actual accent?

lenny, you are a terrifying dude.

and mark i want to ruffle your hair.

archie, that profile, sweet gracious.

… fuck he’s in the background and i just can’t stop looking at him.

this all sounds very, very complicated.

he calls him “len” omg

“do i look like a fucking immigrant” u h m

okay so pretty sure i don’t like lenny, they should just let archie be the leader

enter the russiannnsss

your sweater is dumb russian guy

i like his accent though

guys i don’t know enough about real estate hustling to be able to explain this to another person

aw sweet russian sweater man giving him his painting

… wait no camera man show me the painting

“whiskey is the new vodka” sure yuri whatever you say

lenny i can shoot whiskey better than you can you fucking bitch

dude you can’t hold your sauce can you?

archie

archie help him

fuck he is so handsome

that jawline

“famous archie smile” I WANNA SEE

dude you need to be nicer to people when whiskey makes you that sweaty?

… i’m sorry but i think i could outdrink arch’s boss???

bless whoever made mark narrator

yooooo stella!

i like her!

dude she looks boss as fuck

“i don’t feel like smiling”

dude a marriage of convenience where you don’t have regular sex sounds awful

“welcome to the—speeler?” did he say speeler?

tom!

some of the names in the opening credits didn’t look familiar but these faces do.

wait is gerard gay or was he making a joke?

that. accent. gracious.

just picture that growling in your ear. fuck, i want a british boyfriend guys. i mean it.

i like the color scheme of all this like everything’s—muted, but still classy?

okay i dig 1-2 and stella’s broship.

can you imagine just calling him twelve to save time

“just a black eye, nothing more.”

dude she has louboutins! or something like them! the ones with the red bottoms, i’m probably misspelling it.

hanging out at the country club. very classy.

arch, you’re all limbs.

… you’re also scary.

duuuuude he has a way of talking that just makes me nervous. like an undercurrent of a threat, things implied…

“in there like swimwear” i’m stealing that.

duuuuude lenny’s robe though?

i got office envy! look at that desk.

WHO FALLS BACKWARDS IN THEIR CHAIR

oh shit they took the painting

… that i still don’t know what it looks like, guys let me see it

len you are boned.

“and archie’s gonna have to go… to work.”

he is literally the tallest dude in every shot.

is he giving him slapping lessons rn.

… yes he is.

oh

oh

oh no

JESUS

ARCHIE

we do NOT HIT PEOPLE

gracious.

i’m torn because on one hand, that would probably really fucking hurt, his hands are probably as big as my fucking face

on the other hand—would i let mark strong slap me?

… maybe.

“but you keep the receipts because this ain’t the mafia”

idrisssss

fuck if he smiled at me like that i’d do whatever he said too

“everybody have fun tonight! <3” :D EVERYBODY WANG CHUNG TONIGHT

“now fuck off”

oh twelve

ugh all the style in this movie.

wardrobe goals.

i want that bag.

“… maybe.” bro you said that like you wanted the d, and i can’t say i blame you.

i like how yuri says london.

for a split second i thought that was tom holland???

ohhhhh what’s gonna happen now!

does everyone just like—drive mark around in these movies

OMG it’s the same money

this shit is hysterical

i want to mess his hair up. because if we were in public he’d probably hate it and tbh i’d be too scared to do it but maybe privately…

guys… i feel like i’d fit into the uk.

ohhhhh an INFORMANT

… oh that dude is cute!

oh that dude is CRAZY

oh, drugs, right. these are the drugs i do not do.

his name is TWELVE archie

see, he’s so good at being quietly threatening

his laugh is so… <3

i think ship stella and yuri—

oh FUCK i forgot she was married

he’s also gay as shit, yuri

dude she just got so sad…

“you devil”

oh duuuuuude

you want that v so bad and it is so obvious

they both have nice hands.

poor bob. :(

twelve you sweet scottish bastard.

OH

UHM

OKAY

that’s a twist.

twelve noooo

dude be cool

DUDE

DUDE THIS IS NOT HOW YOU HANDLE THIS

CALM DOWN

oh my god

duuuuude, twelve.

dude.

bob. bob honey i am so sorry.

is he crying? T.T

TWELVE DO SOMETHING

“no I’M FUCKING SORRY”

YEAH WELL YOU SHOULD BE

a—a poof?

is ‘poof’ a bad word?

guys i don’t know anything about british slang.

bob honey relax…

ohhhhh i’m not sure if that was a smart question to ask right that second.

archie, you’re so classy and wonderful and probably wouldn’t freak out on people like that. probably.

this van gentleman is so delightful ( i am so bad at names rn )

so his nickname is van gentleman.

TANK

there we go.

i like this broship.

in which arch continues to be all. fucking. leg.

OH SHIT

i was NOT PREPARED

“like most things american they’ve eaten the natives” i mean…

i really like his comparison of the crayfish and greed, but like… i also really want bbq now… (have you HAD bbq crayfish? shit’s delicious.)

also HOLY SHIT was not expecting them to be stuck on him like leeches? that’s terrifying.

archie has like—this hidden mercy about him… like he got a weird look on his face and i couldn’t tell if it had to do with the quid dude or putting the other guy back in with the crayfish.

it’s his STEPSON?

ohhhhh an american!

oh he is handsome.

mickey. <3

what else have i seen this rocker dude in…

“ladies of the pole”

mickey’s hat ftw

oh this fedora guy is cute.

JUNE

i love that name AND her bangs!

this movie was a phenomenal soundtrack

aaannnddd definitely thought that dude was masturbating for a second

wait is that the guy from the beginning?

LENNY

... wwwooooowwww

lenny is an ASSHOLE

LENNY

johnny, johnny honey you do not deserve this

why is this movie full of people who deserve better than they got???

LENNY don’t you DARE

that is NOT OKAY

FUCK YOU

gosh, kid, bless your heart…

SHOW ME THIS FUCKING PAINTING

there are so many different accents in this movie and all it’s doing is confirming the fact that i never left my “i want a boyfriend with a nice voice” phase

“guns nuns and cowboys” idk what this bonanza thing is but i’m in

johnny you are very scary and i’m sorry that your stepdad made you like this.

dude stop touching june?

“it’s tasty and exotic—a bit like your june.” lenny you’re disgusting.

that’s an intense line of questioning, lenny.

this fucking painting.

ARCHIE

STOP FUCKING WITH THE MICROPHONE

oh my god

i literally just want him to never stop talking

omg bob.

dude twelve looks piiiiiiissed.

i think… i missed a part of the plot.

guys i want to be a part of this world but i’m only able to say that because no one’s very asked me to like… torture someone.

or sleep with someone gross.

victor you handsome bastard.

russian is such a guttural language i love it

FUCK YOU LENNY

at least you’re getting better at shooting your whiskey? fucking asshole.

like i like him less and less because he’s just GROSS you guys

jk could still outdrink him.

if you touch archie lenny i will reach through his screen and rip your face off.

i really wouldn’t be threatening someone who could snap you in half but okay

who the hell is cookie?

COOKIE

you look like a one-many party

omg where are your pants

cookie

cookie i love you you disaster of a man

omg i want to be invited to one of these parties

like just let me relax in a corner with an old fashioned and a cute boy

OHHH THEY FUCKED

OH

OKAY

that explains a lot

dude bob that’s—okay but like they thought he was going to prison, that was just an accident

wait does archie know?

dude stella i want to be your friend so you can help me with my wardrobe

… twelve. twelve what are you doing.

stella looks so fucking unimpressed

YEAH BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING

dude, stella, girl, i’m sorry

at least one of you can dance

oh bertie you gay as shit

stella why did you marry this man

i like this closed captioning thing they’re doing.

who. is. the. informant.

“and remember—i *am* dangerous.” yes you are baby.

bertie you are so awkward

bob. bobby no. D:

BOB

oh bertie don’t act like you didn’t like getting bossed around i saw it in your face

y’all he is fucking ENAMORED

i’d go see this guy live.

that bouncer wasn’t fucking around. one hit knockouts.

… john. johnny. what are you doing

JOHNNY DO NOT STAB THE BOUNCER

HE IS MAKING ME SO NERVOUS

HOLY SHIT

JOHNNY

ALL RIGHT COOL LET’S JUST SHANK THE BOUNCER

johnny you are batshit crazy

“fucking mutt” wait, what does that mean?

mumbles is a handsome man.

ohhhh this is an awkward conversation.

“made a pass.” right.

ohhhh. oh he knows.

twelve, dude, i’m sorry.

he looks so uncomfortable.

but hey like this means they didn’t fuck so that’s a thing?

boooob, sweetheart. <3

they’re all such good mixes of good and evil.

except lenny. fuck lenny.

ooooo that lady has pretty hair.

oh wait THAT’S cookie?

then who was pantsless homie?

this movie has such a big cast and i can keep track of like four people.

this club lounge place looks cool though.

he helped him get off the rock? that’s pretty rad.

p.s. this movie has a great soundtrack tbh.

all the same kiddos maybe just stick to weed and the occasional hallucinogens

say no to cocaine and crack

oh, johnny. :(

buddy.

holy SHIT this guy’s scars though!

DUDE

how many scars do these russian guys HAVE

… ADJNSJANSOAPSLKKJADSM

TRAIN

OKAY

WAIT NO TRUCK

JESUS

… more scars i guess?

… wait i wonder if archie has scars like that?

ohhhhh noooo yuri.

yuri did your friends die?

LENNY you’re racist and i do not like you.

oooohhhh why do i feel like so many bad things are gonna happen in the last part of this movie.

twelve you’re limping my baby who hurt you

… oh

OH

THAT is who hurt you

also i ship those two russian guys

i like how stella was apparently just watching the entire thing from a distance

and then has the audacity to critique him lmfao

holly shit right into a STOREFRONT

dude NONE of y’all are having a good day

this entire scene is fucking—something else

guns

knives

golf clubs

just

anything you can pick up and use as a weapon at all

WHAT THE FUCK

ARE THESE DUDES JUST INDESTRUCTIBLE

“ABANDON SHIP RUN FOR YOUR LIVES”

YEAH BITCH AGREED

OH SHIT COPS

BOB ARE YOU JUST GONNA WAVE LIKE THEY’RE YOUR BROS

THIS IS STRESSFUL

PARKOUR

bob you look like a puppy

and twelve looks like a zombie

and then there’s mumbles who just stole the coolest bike helmet i’ve ever seen

twelve, honey, you just can’t catch a break

dude russian guy is fucking RIPPED

kudos to who did the cinematography of this because it looks fucking cool

this is the slowest high-intensity chase i’ve ever seen

ripped and covered in blood. i dig it.

twelve you faker

oh hi ruskies

archie do you own any clothing that’s not black, grey or blue…?

fuck i love that jacket, but it’s so long it just makes him look even taller

LENNY

YOU NEED TO NOT BE SO FUCKING RACIST?

and get your hands off his testicles!

gracious.

everyone in this movie needs jesus.

johnny stop calling him pedro.

can…. can i see the painting please.

please.

guys.

this poor scottish guy.

yuri got cake.

johnny… sorta reminds me of freddie mercury in some of these shots? for like a few seconds at a time.

… okay so i’m full of dread between this monologue and what’s happening on the golf course.

lenny. buddy. you really got like. not do that. stop calling everyone immigrants

OH SHIT

GET HIM

GET HIM VICTOR

YOU GO BABY

this is a weird juxtaposition in terms of scenes though?

like

lenny getting his legs beat

and johnny’s super sad speech about the cigs

dude i can’t bring myself to feel bad for len.

wait where’s archie?

“and that is also why i cannot give that painting back.”

this is a set up for something really really bad.

and then they have moments where they act like dudes i know and i warm up to pete and johnny.

bobby stop fucking with that poor man. you’re gonna make him fall in love with you.

“i’m going back to bed.” “can i come?”

*smack* okay, that shit was funny.

johnny you need some chicken.

oh these motherfuckers.

… guys i wanna be a rocknrolla

lmao a protest

that flat looks disgusting.

dude you need to treat your bro better

ASJANSJASN

THEY TOOK THE PAINTING

CAN I SEE IT

LET ME SEE THIS FUCKING PAINTING

OH MY GOD THIS IS GREAT

if this movie ends without me seeing this fucking painting i’m going to kill someone

good man cookie.

TANK’S WATCHING P&P

COOKIE YOU DA REAL MVP

gerard’s laugh though

OH

… well then

like if she wasn’t so unhappy in her marriage i’d feel bad

THE INFORMANT YES TELL ME

… sydney shaw?

“where did he learn a word like pseudonym?”

awwww he likes her…

oh she likes him!

okay good because that sex didn’t look romantic at all.

“you’ve got very good taste mr. one-two.”

lenny fuck you.

you’re gonna be alive for like three more years, relax.

archie. <3 that protectiveness—even if it is for lenny.

aaannnnddd enter the russians.

what a clustfuck.

wait TWELVE

DAMNIT TWELVE

OPEN YOUR EYES

… oh you are FUCKED

ooosajdnaksdjnajsdna this is anxiety-inducing

y’all this is why drugs are bad

and then nice outside scene. birds chirping. looks like a lovely day.

oh shit ARCHIE WITH A GUN

there’s no way that twelve is still alive

what the FUCK

am i SEEING

dude archie, me too

omg ARCHIE HELP HIM

that SMILE

dude i’d laugh too

OH

OH SHIT

welp.

okay, we all figured archie was gonna kill people

put your FUCKING TONGUE BACK IN YOUR MOUTH

wait he SHOT TWELVE?

omg everything is happening at once.

wait, stella, what’d you do?

OMG

dude she looked FREAKED OUT

yuri… dude, what are you doing…?

UHM

WHAT

WAIT

WHAT IS HAPPENING

STELLA YOU LITERALLY FUCKED TWELVE LIKE A SECOND AGO

ohhhhhhhhhh

ohhhhhhh noooooo

ohhhhh NOOOOO

oh stella, honey you in danger girl

archie looks a thousand percent done and he’s been around this kid thirty seconds

wait archie was in prison?

this sydney shaw person put arch in prison…

duuuuuude younger!archie ;-;

“uncle arch” T.T

WHAT the fuck, lmao

just whipping out his gun, nbd

archie stop that. they’re babies.

johnny man you’ve—been fucked up for a while.

dude archie you look miserable.

ohhhh nobody died.

THANK YOU ARCHIE

GET HIM

i hate this entire family.

who all is about to die in this weird basement silent hill place.

… dude. johnny’s face though.

like i’ve felt like NO sympathy for lenny this entire time but i feel bad for johnny. :/

“a hot bath and a cold razor”

… dude

“because you’re poison john.”

o u c h

but like he is CRAZY

like

help i don’t know who to feel for

i feel for everyone

… except lenny

OH SHIT

WHAT THE FUCK

LENNY

JESUS

DUDE

HE IS GOING TO KILL HIS OWN STEPSON

what the fuck is happening.

YES THE INFORMANT

wait.

WAIT.

IT’S FUCKING LENNY????

OH MY GOD

“you are a VERY dirty bastard sydney.”

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT

THE

FUCK

NO

STOP KILLING EVERYONE

I CANNOT DEAL WITH THIS

NO NO NO NO  NO NO NO

NO NO NO NO THIS ISN’T WHAT I WANTED

this is STRESSFUL

“put your hands up!”

*thud*

okay that was funny

THE BOYS!

oh, archie.

oooohhhhh… all this shit…

archie. fuck, you can hear the betrayal in his voice.

shit, this is sad.

“there is no spring without a winter. no life without death.”

… archie?

oh a time skip!

oh SHIT johnny got a GLO UP

“c’mon then give us a cuddle”

i’ll GLADLY you give you a cuddle

OH MY GOD THE PAINTING

SHOW ME

S H O W M E

… you literally put those russian guys in pieces, didn’t you archie.

you terrifying motherfucker.

GUYS I WANT TO BE IN THIS WORLD

FUCK YOU GO GET THEM JOHNNY

... wait was there supposed to be a sequel?

… WAIT

WAIT  NO

NO

YOU FUCKING SHOW ME THAT GOD DAMN PAINTING

oh my god.

fuck it.

fuck that.

nope.

like mid-credit scenes are the least y’all can do.

… wait is that tom and gerard just like fucking with each other, it might be, that’s sort of adorable.

dude that gay club looks like fun though.

i don’t dance because i’ll spill my drink but.

awwwww guys i could watch them dance forever, like, this shit is funny.

ohhhh i hope this means that archie becomes the new lenny. he’d be a much better lenny.

and now we sway to this groovy end credit music while i sit and seethe in hatred that i never saw the painting and i’m pissed about it. :))))))

… fuck.

welp, guess i’ll just have to write shit about how the fuck this dude falls in love with a cop then.

[blasphoeme]

Flowers for Papa

For Jonerys Week Day 1: Home & Family

Summary: For so long, it’s always been Jon who brought her flowers but this time, Dany decides that it should be her turn. While Jon is on his way home, she prepares his welcome home surprise and requires some help. Thankfully, three young Targaryens are more than eager to lend her a hand in laying out the finishing touches to welcome their papa home.

Part 6 of my Flowers for His Queen series. This can be read on Ao3 too~

Mood board once again created in collaboration with @midqueenally. Never could have done it without your help hehe. Thank you, Iris :)

I hope you guys like this! XD Enjoy~

It was yet another peaceful day in Kings Landing. The sun was shining with nought a cloud in the sky. In the nursery of the Red Keep, the three Targaryen children were enjoying a quiet afternoon of play with their babysitter for the day while their mother took some time to plan a welcome home surprise for her husband’s return from his trip to the North. It was the first time he’s left his family since the twins were born and to be away for two whole weeks, his family missed him dearly.

“This is a lion.” Aedon’s chubby hands held up a wooden lion figurine, one of ten hand whittled wooden animals by their father’s advisor and friend, Ser Davos, for the twins’ second birthday. Grinning, Aedon offered it to their uncle who lounged upon the chaise by the window of the nursery, his usual goblet of wine in hand.

Patting the child on the cheek, the queen’s trusted hand nodded, his voice a bit slurry from his drink. “Yes. You are quite right. That is a lion.”

With a huff the child toddled off the find his family’s direwolf guardian to show off his toys to. Little feet took Aedon over to the wolf, lying beside his big sister. It’s watchful red ruby eyes temporarily hidden from view as he rested. His bushy tail occasionally flicking and thumping against the stone floor as he rested. His ears twitched slightly hearing the little boy’s not so sneaky approach.

“Ghost, look at what I got!” The boy stood on tip toes, stretching his arm up as high as he could, brandishing the toy by the wolf’s snout. The direwolf opened his eyes and sniffed at the boy’s hand before sticking out his tongue, giving Aedon’s face a good licking. “Ghost!” The child squealed, dropping the figurine. His tiny hands now free, clenched into fists by his head, clutching at the white strands of fur as he hid his face in the wolf’s side, trying in vain to avoid the sloppy kisses. The wolf diverted the kisses to the boy’s mop of curly silver hair, styling it into whorls of cowlicks.

The eldest of the three Targaryen children was absorbed in coloring a piece of art she had drawn of their dragons soaring over the ocean that ran the fringe of the capital they called home. “Like dragons and wolves, lions are known to be fearsome. Quite like you, uncle Tyrion!” Elwynn perked up from her coloring. Her bare feet kicking in the air as she lay on her belly.

“Well, I wouldn’t call myself fearsome.” The tiny imp fearsome? Tyrion touched the scar that ran down his face. Most people would argue against that for sure, call him a coward more than anything. Although, these days he couldn’t care less for the opinions of others who didn’t matter to him. “But thank you dear child for thinking so. I must admit I do have some fine moments of bravery.” Those who he could now call his friends mattered and they accepted him for who he was, for his wisdom and capabilities. After so long, he finally felt accepted surrounded by the right company.

The princess grinned a toothy grin at him. These young ones were some of those who mattered to him. Children were innocent. They held not a trace of judgement towards anyone they met. Everyone was a person, an equal who deserved kindness. Children spoke their minds, with a frankness that was so refreshing, providing a short reprieve from having to put up appearances and plot schemes. Spending time with these three toddlers also filled a bit of the void that his family had left behind.

Arielle tugged at his sleeve from her seated position on the carpet, her book of children stories sliding from her lap as she moved to sit on her feet. She hadn’t learn all of her letters yet to read a whole book on her own yet but she loved to look at the pictures of dragons, brave warrior knights and princesses atop of towers. “What are you drinking?”

“Wine, little dragon.” Tyrion ruffled her silver curls idly.

“What is wine?”

The young princess had an inquisitive mind, much like her siblings, her whole family in fact. Must be a Targaryen thing. Her questions knew no end. Plus her love of books, she could grow to be a scholar. Tyrion regarded his goblet of wine for a few moments before replying: “Well, it’s a drink made from crushed grapes or other types of fruit fermented over a long period of time.”

“Ohhhh…” Arielle nodded, her head bobbing up and down.

Swirling the plum colored liquid around his goblet before he took a sip, allowing the velvety, bitter fluid to coat his palate before swallowing. It flowed down his throat leaving behind a fruity aromatic aftertaste in his mouth. Delicious, he thought with a smack of his lips. This bottle truly was his masterpiece. Tyrion wasn’t sure how much a three year old understood about fermentation and wine in general but it was never too early to learn the art in his opinion. “Come closer children.” He said gesturing the children over. The three children scooted closer to sit by his feet, looking up intently at him.

“Listen, while I teach you the wonders of wine.“ Propping himself up on an elbow, Tyrion took a hearty gulp of his drink before beginning his lesson. “Wine is a most marvellous invention of man. The Egyptians used to believe that vines that grapes grew on, sprang from the blood of the brave fallen warriors who battled with the gods. Another tale they believed was that, the goddess of war, Sekmhet had a thirst for blood of the fallen warriors. In order to placate the goddess from further destruction of humanity, humans tricked her into drinking copious amounts of an identical colored blood red liquid which many believed to be….” Tyrion waved his hand over his cup. “Wine.”

His audience gasped, completely entralled by his story telling.

“Also, wine was considered to have divine qualities, drunk only by royalty.” Another sip and lord Tyrion’s eyes took on a far away look. ”When drunk, it can both awaken and numb the senses when needed. Your worries, pains can be drowned out and replaced with a moment of blissful numbness.” Leaning in closer to his audience, with the scent of alcohol on his tongue, he disclosed a crucial technique: “Sometimes, when needed, it can be fed to your enemies to extract information as well.”

The young children listened with enraptured interest. Their mouths hung open in wonder. Curiosity piqued, Arielle felt the need to get her hands on that miraculous beverage sloshing around in the cup right inhere line of vision. “Can we have some? Is it tasty?”

“Hmmm…. I’m not sure it’s healthily appropriate for children.” If their mother found out he had given her babies alcohol, she’d probably be really cross. An angry dragon mother was not fun to be around. He’d seen it more than enough times to know. “I don’t think you would like it very much. It’s an acquired taste. You can have a sniff if you’d like.” Tyrion held the goblet out for the child’s nose to reach, holding back a snigger at the reaction that he knew was to come. Arielle took a deep whiff.

“Ugh! Yuck!” She exclaimed, pushing the goblet away from her face.

“I wanna sniff too!” Not wanting to lose out to his twin sister, Aedon eagerly shoved his head forwards to reach the cup. Tyrion sniggered, going along with the prince’s wishes. He offered the cup to the boy.

Nostrils flaring, the boy took a sniff and then promptly gagged. Tyrion’s body was overcome with a fit of chortling laughter, watching their tiny faces contort in disgust.

Knowing better, Elwynn shook her head, pushing the goblet away when her uncle offered it to her, his eyebrows were waggling. “Mama says it’s not good for your liver. You could die from too much alcohol. You shouldn’t drink so much, uncle.”

Tyrion blanched, even the babies were telling him to put off drinking. Should he really start doing that, he wondered. Besides helping with the Queen when she needed his counsel, life was rather looking on the up and ups. He’d even gotten the chance to start his own vinery, complete with a vineyard, producing his very own brand of wine, the Imp’s Delight. He didn’t need to drink himself into a drunken stupor whilst wallowing in the misery of his life anymore, that much was true. Drinking had become more of a leisurely pleasure to him now, something to be shared with a friend over a nice meal. “Hmm…. if I stop drinking, I’d lose my motto! I can’t drink and know things anymore. Now we don’t want that do we?”

Elwynn suggested: “You could drink less and still know things, right?”

Tyrion chuckled. “I’ll consider it.”

“She is right you know. You really should drink less.” A voice came from the doorway to the nursery. The children looked up and instantly bolted to its owner with a chorus of “mama!”s.

The dragon queen fell to her knees, almost automatically, her arms unfurled, welcoming her children into her embrace with a warm smile. She hugged them close, inhaling the scent of strawberries and fresh cream from their bath soap. Her heart filled with warmth and bloomed with love for her children. Holding them close, feeling their arms return her hug around her neck and torso reminded her of how grateful she was once again for being blessed with these beautiful, precious gifts that were her offspring. “Hello, my babies.” Dany cooed. She proceeded to grab hold of their faces, peppering each chubby, cherubic cheek with kisses in greeting, making them squirm and giggle.

With one last peck to their foreheads, Dany slipped her hands into Elwynn‘s and Aedon’s smaller ones. She got to her feet with Arielle hugging her waist. Swinging their joint hands gently, she looked down at the three pairs of purple eyes that mirrored her own and asked: “Have you been good for uncle Tyrion?”

Her question was met with resounding ‘yes’s.

Tyrion sat up, greeting his queen with a nod. “Your Grace.”

“Lord Tyrion.” Dany greeted her hand with a smile as she walked over to the chaise, gaggle of children in tow. Arielle waited for their mama to sit down before toddling forward. She sat on her feet, resting her little head atop her mama’s knees, her hands lay folded over one another propping her chin up to observe the two adults. Elwynn climbed up the chaise and settled herself comfortably into Dany’s side before helping Aedon up too. Dany smiled adoringly at her children, fingers of one hand reaching down to straighten the pink bow on the side of Arielle’s silver head. Her other hand proceeded to smooth down Elwynn’s wild raven curls, adding a tap to Aedon’s button nose, before coming to settle around her eldest child who cradled her baby brother in her lap.

Turning to her Hand, Dany inquired: “I hope you haven’t been informing my children about what lies at the bottom of a bottle, have you?”

“I wouldn’t dare, your Grace. Not to you.” Tyrion smirked. “I was simply educating them about the numerous uses a good bit of wine could provide.” He reassured the queen, a twinkle alit in his eyes.

Seated side by side like this, Dany recalled her last day in Meereen. They sat just like this as well, on the steps by the side of her throne room on the day she named Tyrion Lannister her Hand, the day she joined the great game for the Iron Throne. She would always be thankful for his belief in her, for supporting her vision for a better future, thankful for his counsel and guidance, thankful for his friendship. “We’ve been through a lot, haven’t we?”

“Yes, we have.” Tyrion let out a quiet sigh. “And what a journey it has been.”

The queen nodded, feeling that familiar sense of forlornness, that old friend who sometimes dropped by for a visit unannounced when the nights were typically dreary. They each had lost so much along the way. This road to breaking the wheel had not been an easy one, with death, war and bloodshed spattered throughout. Every each and one of them who was lucky enough to make it out alive, from the ragtag group of leaders, to their people and the soldiers they lead into a battle against thousands of dead men had each lost a piece of themselves as the price for their survival. Then came the penultimate war, fiercer than the last— the battle for the Throne. As the dust settled after the reclamation of the throne, a new future was in the making. Old wounds brought about new mended scars. The hands of pain and loss had carved invisible yet permanent scars on their skins, even more so, on their hearts.

“But we’re still here. Alive and well. Moving on a path to pave the way to a brighter future for the generations to come.” Tyrion digressed, nudging Dany’s arm gently in hopes to lift her spirits. “Besides, if it weren’t for the past, we wouldn’t have the present now would we?” Reclining fully once more on the chaise, he added with a nonchalant shrug: “And the present is looking pretty good. “

The queen and her hand shared a smile. He was right as usual. Life was finally good. She had a place to seek solace from those dreary nights in the arms of her dear husband and three babies whom she could give all her love to, unconditionally.

Little hands patting at her arm broke their conversation. “What is it, my sweet?” Dany asked giving Arielle’s chin a chuck.

“When is papa coming home?” Arielle asked. “I hope it’s soon. I miss the two of you telling us bedtime stories.” She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out pitifully. The king and his queen had a nightly routine of putting their children to bed with a story of their choosing.

“Yes, we haven’t seen papa in forever!” Aedon drawled, throwing his hands up in the air before collapsing into Elwynn’s arms. Aedon missed their play fighting. He missed sharing his toys with his papa and his wooden sword missed the clang against his father’s.

Elwynn giggled holding her brother to her. Ellie missed their trainings. Aside from sword fighting, Papa had just started couching her on using the bow and arrow. Thinking for a moment, she counted the days in her head. Her papa promised that he’d come back within two weeks. He’d been gone for… thirteen, fourteen days now. She gasped in realization. “He’s coming back today isn’t he? I counted the days!” Elwynn exclaimed in excitement, her purple eyes large and shining with glee.

“Really, mama? Really?” The twins whipped their head around to look at her simultaneously, wearing identical wide-eyed, slack mouth expressions on their faces.

Dany couldn’t hold back an amused smile. Her darling children were such a joy to watch. Their faces held nothing back, revealed everything they felt so clearly. Their eyes showed everything that was running through their minds. They held no secrets in their purity.

“Yes, my babies. He’ll be arriving home soon,” informed their mother.

“Hooray!!!” The children yelled. Grabbing onto each other’s hands, the children shot to their feet and began spinning in a circle happily. Their dresses and hair bouncing up and down as they jumped. Sensing their excitement, Ghost joined in their cheer, running around them, his tail wagging back and forth behind him.

“I’d best be getting a move on.” Tyrion shouted to Dany over the ruckus. “I have a certain grape harvester to rendezvous with.” He pushed himself off the chaise, side stepping around the jumping children and ambled over to the door. “A very pretty, very feminine grape harvester to be exact. Say hello to Jon for me!” Tossing a wink at Dany over his shoulder, he yanked the door open, bottle of wine still grasped in his hand. Shaking her head at his retreating figure, Dany laughed as he slipped out the door. Typical Tyrion.

“Children!” With a clap of her hands, Dany called to them. “And Ghost, of course.” All three heads plus their wolf swiveled to look at her. “I need your help.”

The azure waves glittered under the sun as the king flew across the vast open ocean. After a full two days of travel and two whole weeks without his family, he was almost there. Each flap of the dragon’s wings took him closer and closer to his destination which he could see growing in the distance.

Home.

Down in the gardens, three children and their mother meandered through the huge hedge maze that their father had designed for them. The hedges were planted since before the twins were born and within three years, the fast growing plants grew and grew to its current state, standing at five feet. The maze was built around an old lemon tree on a field of dandelions. The couple had found this location one day, shortly after moving in to the Red Keep. They wandered through the gardens exploring. Neither of them had been there before so they made it a point to get to know their new home. Taking a turn they reached a vastly different part of the gardens, the area looked unmanned, like no one had cared for it for years. Unkempt grass grew wild, vines and thorny brambles climbed all over the walls. As they walked on, they came to a clearing and right in the middle stood a lemon tree. Though it was not bearing any fruit at the time, Dany had recognised it immediately from her dreams and that vague hint of lemon wafting from the leaves as they drew closer. She had fallen in love with it instantly. For so long, ever since she was a child, the representation of home to her had always included a lemon tree. That afternoon, the king and queen sat under it, making plans for their future together which included how they would create the perfect little nook for their children to play in.

“This is a bit scary” Aedon gulped. His pouty pink lips wobbled slightly as he curled his fingers around his twin’s.

Little Aedon was usually quite courageous but being only a child of three everything seemed so much larger. The leafy green walls of the maze loomed overhead almost as if they were about to close in and swallow him up whole.

The girls however, weren’t the least bit phased. “Don’t be scared, big brother! This is exciting!” Arielle tightened her grip on his hand. “It’s an avent… adve…” A little furrow appeared between her brows. Tugging on Dany’s skirt, the princess asked: ”Mama? What’s the word again?”

“Adventure, my darling.”

“Adventure.” Parroted the princess with a firm nod. Her silver curls bouncing with her bobbing head.  

“Yeah! We have the blood of the wolves in our veins and fire of the dragons in our bellies, we’ll be fine. Just follow me.” Elwynn knew the way like the back of her hand, having explored every inch of the maze since the day the hedges were rooted into the soil, when the short shrubs had only a few leaves attached to their branches. “Here.” Sticking out her hands, Elwynn offered it to her brother and sister. “We’ll hold hands. That way we won’t get separated and you can hold on tightly if you get scared.”

Smiling, the twins placed their hands in hers. Fear gone without a trace, replaced with a renewed enthusiasm.

“Let’s go!” Elwynn cheered, pulling a giggling Arielle and Aedon along with her as she marched on ahead. “Mama! Come on!”

“Be careful, Ellie! Don’t go too far,” Admonished their mother. She wanted keep a protective eye on her babies just in case something happened to them. At the same time, she couldn’t suppress the strong sense of pride that expanded within her chest. Her children were everything she’d hoped for and more. They were kind, bright, brave and most of all they loved each other. She only hoped that it would remain that way and that they would care for each other regardless of the influences they will no doubt face from the people they meet and the ordeals they will stumble upon when they grew older.

“Alright, mama.” Elwynn hollered. The children slowed down and waited for their mama to catch up with them. Then, they made their way together through the twists and turns of the maze to the exit and into the field.

Settling the basket of flowers she held in her hands along with her trusty old tome of flower meanings by the lemon tree, Dany said to her children: “Here’s what we’re going to do.” Kneeling in front of them, from the basket of five different bunches of flowers, she retrieved three bunches and handed them to the children. “We’re going hide these flowers in the maze for your papa to find.”

“Hide and seek!” Aedon chirped.

“In a way, yes. A scavenger hunt to be exact.” Dany couldn’t resist giving his protruding little belly a light poke, enticing a high-pitched yip from the boy. His sisters shared a look dripping with mischief and decided to launch a tickle fest to their brother’s mid section.

Aedon’s childish surprised shrieks filled the air as he covered his belly with his hands, batting at their fingers. His little face gradually flushed red as he bowed over, giggling.

Watching her children tease and play with each other, Dany couldn’t help feel a bit envious. Growing up, she wondered why she didn’t have more than one sibling. Maybe if she had another sister or brother, Viserys wouldn’t have vented all his frustrations on her, the sole outlet of release for his anger. In retrospect though, she wouldn’t wish that on any child. Her brother wasn’t the nicest big brother, but she still remembered the good times, the times when they were little, when they’d have fun together in the house with the red door, before any semblance of their childhood evaporated and was replaced with so much anger, discontent and greed.

For her children, she wished that their childhood would last a long time. That they would have ample chance to experience what it is like to live a carefree life in a peaceful world, with no need to flee from city to city, with no hardship and no pain, in this new world that she’s fought so hard to change.

Eventually, his laughter began to transition into tears. Clearing her throat, Dany put on her sternest mum’s voice. “Girls, that’s enough. Let your brother go.”

The princesses relented, moving their hands away from a now weepy, teary Aedon. Hiccupping, he stumbled over to his mother. “Mama…”

“Hush, my sweet boy. You’re alright.” Dany wrapped him up snug in her arms, brushing back his silver locks from his face, rubbing a palm up and down his back, hoping to sooth the poor child. “Girls, I think we may have went a bit overboard, haven’t we?”

Elwynn nodded, rocking back and forth on her feet looking sheepishly at her brother. “I’m sorry for tickling you so much.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry.” Arielle reached for her brother’s hand. “I didn’t know you would cry.”

“I shouldn’t have started it.” Dany planted a kiss to Aedon’s flushed cheek. “I’m sorry as well. Forgive me?” Dany murmured, her heart aching at her baby’s tears. Her fingers reached out to chase them away.

Shaking his head fervently, Aedon’s face contorted into a broody frown, very much like his father’s when something wasn’t going the way he planned. “I’m not mad at you! It’s my flower, mama!” The prince only proceeded to cry further. Rubbing at his eyes, he lifted the bunch of purplish blue Anemones up to show his mother. Through his squirming and wriggling, between his snorts and shrieks, the flowers in his clenched fists were squashed against his chest. As a result, they were now looking a bit bruised, bent at the stalks and some of the petals had fallen off too. “Papa won’t like them anymore!” Aedon wailed, big fat drops of tears streaked freely down his flushed cheeks.

Dany felt as if her heart was going to melt into a puddle within her rib cage. Her boy was such a sensitive sweetheart. “Aww… don’t worry sweetling, your papa will love them all the same. As long as it’s something his children give him.” Dany assured the child, her fingers gently caressing his face, relieving him of the salty moisture that was being squeezed out from his very active tear ducts.

“Yeah? Mama?” said the boy between hiccups.

“I’m sure of it.” Dany said with a bop to his tomato red nose. The boy shot her a wobbly grin, feeling better at last. His older sister swabbed away the last of his tears and snot with the train of her dress, while his baby sister showed him her goofiest monkey face to tease a smile out of the toddler and a gave him a hug just to be sure that he felt better.

With a smile and that sense of pride swimming in her heart, Dany straightened back up to stand, brushing off the grass stains on her knees. “Alright, let’s get to work, shall we?”

The three tots nodded their heads eagerly, rocking back and forth on the balls of their feet, ready to get on with their assigned task.

“Make sure to hide them in the bushes. Can you do that for me please?”

They nodded again. Feet already inching towards the maze they’d just came out off.

In the basket by her feet, held two more bunches of flowers and another greener bundle of leaves. Dany took the remaining bouquet from the basket, leaving the leaves behind. “I’ll keep you for later.” She thought, smirking to herself. Jon was in for a surprise. To her children, she instructed: “Stick together now.”

The children complied. Elwynn slid a free hand into Dany’s larger one, Aedon grabbed hold of Elwynn’s blouse and Arielle brought up the rear with her fingers in Aedon’s shirt.

Together, the quartet headed back into the maze.  

That’s odd, Jon thought as he dismounted his horse. Instead of his family, it was Missandei who stood by the entrance to the Red Keep. Missandei and Ghost. Which was even stranger. Ghost rarely ever left the children’s sides since Elwynn’s birth. Did something happen?

Ghost bounded towards his master the moment his feet hit the ground. Leaping up in attempts to reach his face and smother him in slobbery kisses. Standing on his hind legs, Ghost stood with his front paws on Jon’s shoulders. The king chuckled ruffling the wolf’s fur by his face. “I’m glad to see you again, boy!

“Welcome home, your Highness.” Missandei greeted him warmly, her hands holding something behind her back. “I hope the skies have been clear?”

“Aye, the weather had been kind.” Jon replied, a hand stroking through Ghost’s white fur. “Is everything alright? Where’s Dany? And the children?” Jon queried, the beginnings of worry rising in his chest.

“They’re perfectly fine. Although the queen did ask me to give you this.” Bringing her hands to the front, Jon noticed that she was holding a roll of parchment. Missandei entrusted the scroll to him with a half smile, her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Jon eyed her with an arched eyebrow. To him she looked like she was keeping a secret from him.

The note was held close with a red ribbon. Tugging it off with a flourish, unrolling the scroll, Jon instantly recognized his wife’s neat penmanship. Across the parchment she wrote:

Find the four flowers in the maze. Follow the flowers to us, come to us, your family, my love.

“Huh. What could Dany be up to?” He asked absently.

Missandei simply shrugged, that cryptic smile still upon her lips. Definitely suspicious. Something was up.

Looking down at Ghost, he asked: “Do you know?”

Titling his head, Ghost merely barked.

Head into the maze, find the flowers and out the other side to his family.

“I guess I have to locate the flowers hidden in any of these hedges?” A perplexed Jon stood with his arms crossed across his chest at the entrance of the maze, pondering. “That’s a lot of hedges.”  

Ghost headed into the maze ahead of him. Looking back at his master, the wolf waited with a tilt of his head and a whine almost as if urging him to get a move on. Seeing Jon still standing there, he grew impatient. His whine became a bark.

“I’m coming! And you’re helping me search.” Jon patted his wolf on the head. The king only hoped his wife didn’t hide them too well. The maze wasn’t that big but it was still big enough to feel like he was searching for a flower in a field of flowers.

Turning this way and that in the maze, thank the gods it didn’t take long for Jon to spot the first flash of colour among all the green. The first blossom was a bunch of Stargazer Lilies held together with a similar red ribbon as the parchment Missandei had given him earlier, not so hidden in the side of a hedge. The lilies were gorgeous. They looked like stars with five petals forming the five points with their protruding pistil and stamens forming the middle. The petals were pink with speckles of red dotted all over. The edges were lined with white and the sweet, poignant fragrance they emitted reminded him of the glasshouses in Winterfell. “One down, three more to go.” His heart began to gallop. He was almost there and he couldn’t wait to see them.

Walking along, Jon could picture his children and their gleeful laughter, roaming about the maze to find the perfect hiding spot, obscure but not so hidden that he couldn’t find them. He wondered what they were doing this very moment just on the other side of this maze? Were they just as eager to see him, as he was to see them?

Just then, he felt a damp nose nudging at his leg. “What is it? Did you find one?” Ghost averted his eyes to a spot behind Jon. Following his gaze, he turned to find a bunch of bright royal purple Pansy just by his head. Plucking them out of the bush, the king had to laugh. He was so occupied with looking for them at ground level he neglected to remember that his wife, just like in everything she did, was very thorough. He suspected she would have been involved in the hiding too.

“Two more left. Come on, boy.” With the flowers in one hand, the king and his wolf went on through the labyrinth.

The next blossom he picked up were a cluster of red Petunias left right in the middle of the grassy path. “Convenient.” Jon added the bundled blossoms to his collection. It would seem that one of his darling tots were eager that he got to them faster and wanted to make his job easier. Which suited him just fine, leaving him with only one more.

This was a pleasant change, he thought, glancing down at the sizeable bouquet in the crook of his arm. Usually, it was he who planned the surprises for his dear wife.  He couldn’t recall the last time he’d gotten flowers or a surprise. Though his mind was beginning to piece together the meanings of the flowers, thanks to his elusive knowledge of botany not many people knew about, he still wondered what his queen had to say utilising these particular flowers. He couldn’t wait to hear it from her.

Ghost pranced by his side, tail swinging jauntily behind him, looking delighted as can be to be with his master again. Keeping his nose to the ground at occasions to help in his master’s search. As they reached the last turn, with the exit looming just ahead, Ghost suddenly rushed forward, sticking his snout into a hedge and returned to Jon with last bunch of flowers gingerly clamped between his jaws.  “Thank you, well done Ghost!” Jon accepted the bunch from him. It was a delicate bouquet of Anemone. The blossoms looked a bit battered, missing a few petals here and there, but they were still lovely nonetheless and meant so much to him already. They were quite rare in these regions, he had no clue they even existed in the gardens. These flowers were special for their natural ability to close when night comes and open to the sun when daylight breaks. He just knew that the children would love to see them, while still attached to their roots of course. He’d have to take them on a hunt for them during one of their afternoon adventures soon. With that, all four had been found. Time to meet his family just around the bend.

Among the field of yellow and white blossoms, three young children huddled close to their mother, bending stalks, weaving flower crowns and blowing at dandelion fluffs. Each seed carried a wish to the sky, a wish for their papa to appear before their eyes. Just then, their furry big brother leapt through the stalks, trampling across the field, barking. All four heads turned towards him and their eyes alighted on the figure standing at the edge of the clearing. Their wishes came true!

“Papa!” His children called out to him, children that he never thought he would have the chance to father. Childish voices soared through the air, so clear, so crisp like a cool spring breeze drifting through the leaves of a tree, carrying the distinct purity only the children of summer could have, as tiny sandaled feet pounded against the ground. Three tiny bodies rushed through the grass, sending fluffy dandelion seeds scattering everywhere. Their outstretched hands reached for him in search of that familial connection between a father and his children. Jon dropped to his knees with his arms held apart, ready to catch his prince and princesses barrelling straight for him. An armful of mini humans later, he found himself on his backside having toppled backwards with a grunt, his arms as full as his heart was bursting.

“Papa, we’ve missed you so very much!” Elwynn exclaimed, hugging him around the neck.

“Yeah! You’ve been gone forever!” Arielle rubbed her cheek back and forth against his tunic, like a cat welcoming her parent home from a hard day of work. In a way that seemed applicable to him too.

“Did ya see any White Walkers beyond the Wall?” Aedon asked, his hands clinging to Jon’s right sleeve.

Ignoring their disapproving whines at him squishing them, the laughing king intensified his grip around his children, dropping smooches all over the crowns of their heads. He simply sat on the ground relishing in the moment, having them so near once more, trying his best to give them two weeks worth of cuddles and snuggles in one ginormous one. These babies and his wife were his everything. The day he held Elwynn in his arms, such a small wriggly thing, bundled up in a blanket, he knew that he would do anything for his children. Then when the twins came along, he knew for certain that he would go to any extent to keep them safe, even if it meant giving his life. Now that he was a father, words that his uncle, who raised him like a father would, resonated with him. Even if it meant being the lone wolf that died, he would do so willingly to ensure that his pack lived on. But before that, he would burn whomever dared to harm his family to ash.

The human heart was such a mysterious organ, one that she was constantly underestimating. Underestimating its capacity to love. Her husband and her offspring interacting made such a beautiful sight, watching from a distance, an overwhelming giddy, fluttery, fuzzy feeling expanded and expanded before melting her heart into a puddle of molten emotions within her chest cavity as moisture gathered in her eyes. All of them, the four beautiful beings that she stood observing, composed a future that once long ago, she never thought would ever be in the cards for her anymore. Sometimes, it almost seemed to good to be true, like a dream, a dream of spring in the darkest, coldest winter. And yet, as her eyes met her husband’s, over the top of their children’s heads, she knew this was true, a reality that was hers. One that she would protect with everything she had.

Leaving the children to play a few feet away, making sure they could still be seen, Dany weaved her fingers through the spaces between her husband’s, where they fit perfectly, where they belonged. She walked them towards the giant lemon tree. Under the shade provided by the foliage, with the scent of lemon in the air, and white lemon blossoms above their heads, Dany nestled herself against the front of Jon’s body. “I spent the whole day planning and researching all this for you, did you know?” She stated feeling extremely proud of herself. The queen had Jon’s bouquet in he hands, clasped in front of her stomach with her arms around her flower almanac that still held all the flowers he’d gifted to her over the years, now long dried of course but the queen had them preserved and pressed into bookmarks so she could keep them for a long, long time. Shimmying slightly to get comfortable, Dany peered up at him, a look of pure bliss painted her enchanting amethyst orbs. After so many years, she was just as mesmerizing as the first moment they met. There was not a side of her that he had uncovered which he hadn’t fell for. Taking the courage and allowing his heart to fall and welcome her into it all those years ago was the best-damned thing he had ever done in his then, bleak and dreary life. At the moment though that old life seemed so far away. The endless winter had finally turned to spring.

“Thank you, my queen.” The king cuddled his lover in the warm enclosure of his arms, cherishing the feel of her back in his embrace. “This has to be one of the greatest gifts I’ve had the pleasure of receiving.” Pressing a lingering kiss to her temple, he added: “It comes close to meeting you and the birth of our children of course.”

His queen snuggled back into him, running the tip of her nose indulgently along his neck, breathing in his scent. Not withholding the urge to drop opened mouthed kisses along the expanse of his exposed skin, Dany relished in his shudder with an appreciative hum. How she’d missed him. The scratch of his scruffy beard under her fingers, up and down the her inner thighs, the touch of the calloused pads of his fingers that always reduced her into a trembling mess, the warm family moments they shared together with their babies, just everything that was him.

“Do you know why I chose these flowers for you?”

“Why did you choose them, my love?”

Tucking her head into the bend where Jon’s neck met his shoulder, Dany spoke softly, eager to savour this rare tender moment which didn’t come by very often now that they were parents: “These flowers in particular allow for a smoother storytelling process. The meaning of these flowers can be strung into a short tale of my woes while you were away.” She batted her eyelids at him playfully, before breaking out into a giggle, one that Jon couldn’t help but join in. “Would you like to hear it?” Her fingers already rearranging the bouquets in the right order as she spoke.

“Of course I would.” Jon replied, shifting her hair away from her face and placing the lock behind her ear. He loved her like this without her many intricate braids, with just the one running down the middle, made up of two smaller braids that held her hair away from the sides of her face, leaving the rest of her locks flowing free. In place of her royal crown was a flower crown, circling her head. In his eyes the ensemble made her appear no less regal but softer, more vulnerable in a way that made her even more beautiful, more carefree, away from her worries and duties, more like the Dany so often hidden under all her titles.

“Let’s start with this one.” Dipping her head low, Dany welcomed the sweet floral scent into her nose. “Stargazer lilies are really pretty aren’t they?” She asked. “I couldn’t sleep without you holding me, so I went strolling one night an the scent of these flowers drew me to them, I picked them and got the idea to give you flowers like you tend to give me! These flowers were the perfect candidate. You see, the predominant felling when you left was an acute sense of longing. These flowers carry that sentiment.” Twirling a lily around and watching their red speckles catch the light, she remembered how the children would query every night of when their papa would come home. Every time they did so, her heart would ache just a little more. “I’ve missed you, Jon, terribly. Our babies did too. We’ve never parted for such an extended period of time in so long.”

“I’ve missed you too. I missed my family. It felt odd being away, like a part of me was missing. Which I suppose was true.” Kissing her on the back of her head, he reflected: “A big portion of my heart stayed behind back here, with you. Seems like I can’t stray away from you, my queen. ”

“Good. You’d better remember that.” Dany flicked at his nose defiantly with the flowers, laughing lightly as he sneezed.

“Aye, I will.” Jon promised, sniffling lightly. Lifting the heavy tome up and out of Dany’s lap to wind his arms around her to rest on her belly, Jon cheekily nipped at her earlobe, making her yelp. Smirking as she shot a flustered glare back at him, he nodded with his head at the flowers, speaking an unspoken ‘continue please’.

Dany cleared her throat, all the while tyring hard not to smile at her husband’s mischievous capers. Sometimes her stoic wolf could be just like their children, which was something she found surprisingly endearing. Pulling Jon’s arms tighter around her, Dany picked out the Pansy next. “Essentially, the Pansy conveys the meaning of remembrance. Remembering events of the past.” Playing with the round petals under her fingers, a small smile stole across her lips. “Sometimes during the night when I felt particularly lonely, my mind would fill with all the things we’ve been through, all the good and the bad.”

“That was what I did too.” It was the same for him. Lying in his childhood bedroom, in his childhood bed back in Winterfell, everything around him looked the same and yet everything was different now. The space beside him in bed felt empty and cold without his love, a thousand miles away. The occasional raven from Kings Landing and the thoughts of his darling family were the only things that kept him on his task and the prospect of getting back to them soon pushed him to work harder. “The thoughts of the happy times we’ve spent together, are your greatest treasure huh?” Jon’s fingers reached forward to curve around the edge of a pansy petal.

Nuzzling her forehead against his, Dany hummed. “Yes.”

“As are mine.” Jon rubbed his nose alongside hers. “Always.”

“As the day of your return approached, I began feeling much lighter, my heart was so full to the brim with,” Waving the bunch of Anemone before his eyes, Dany could almost feel an echo of excitement in her building once more. “Anticipation, Jon.”

The king laughed. He knew that feeling all too well.

“And now that you’re back, I can give you these Petunias that fully represent what I hope we’ll have more of in the future.” Gently placing the flowers back in Jon’s hands, Dany wrapped her smaller ones around his. “I wish with all my heart that I will be able to fulfil my endless desire to spend the rest of my life in your company, because no matter what we’re going through, you make me feel sure of myself, you sooth every frazzled nerve that comes up and you just…. make me so happy.”

When they first met, the queen had no intention of getting used to the presence of this broody man, the solemn king in the North, no intention at all to grow close to him, to let him steal his way into that firmly guarded vault that held her vulnerability, held her heart. He did so in such a sneaky way that when she realised her feelings for him, the seeds had already taken root and had grown into little buds of love that would soon bloom into flowers that never withered even in the harshest of winters.

Jon was speechless. His throat so clogged up with emotions the only way he could react was to capture his wife’s lovely mouth with his.

“Just when I thought I couldn’t love you more…” He murmured against her lips when they parted reluctantly for breath. “I love you and would gladly spend my whole life working my hardest to bring you only joy, after all that you’ve been through, all the hardship and pain. You deserve only happiness.”

Chasing after his lips for more pecking kisses, Dany uttered breathlessly: “You deserve it too. Let’s agree to be happy together.”

“That sounds like a solid plan.” Kissing her back with ardour, Jon couldn’t agree more.

The dimly lit nursery was dark and the light snoring from two slumbering princesses was the only sound that could be heard. The only occupants awake were the king and his little prince.

“Papa?” A sleepy Aedon called out. His eyes were already drooping, but he had a very important question in mind that he needed to ask.

Jon came to sit by his son’s bed. “What is it, my boy?” He asked, tucking the covers securely around the child.

“Do you think I’m weak?” Came the prince’s voice, muffled from his mouth being half hidden under the covers. Aedon’s eyes darted around the room, not meeting his father’s directly.

Taken aback, Jon had to ask, his voice curious with a hint of worry. “Why do you say that?”

“Well, today when we were going into the lemon tree place, I got scared had to hold Ellie and Ari’s hands.” Aedon’s voice was beginning to wobble. Even in the dark, Jon could tell that tears were welling in his eyes. His son reminded him a bit of his baby brother Rickon. Aedon was such a sweet, sensitive boy who had the bravery of the wolf and dragon combined, residing in his blood but sometimes Jon wondered if he felt unsure of himself. He wasn’t the wildest or loudest child. He was the quiet, cautious one who never jumped into situations that could endanger him. The silent wolf that came prowling through the trees in the woods, silent but loud when need be. He was the perfect balance between his wilful sisters.

Pulling the blanket away from his son’s body, Jon gently lifted the boy up to sit on his lap. “Aedon, listen to me carefully now.” Tipping his head up by the chin so that their eyes met, Jon stated firmly: “Being afraid doesn’t make you weak. There is nothing wrong in being scared sometimes. In fact, it proves that you are strong.”

“How?” Aedon asked, confused.

“To be weak is to be brave. Let me ask you this, Aedon.” Jon’s hand came to curl around his son’s arm, shifting the boy to sit with his side resting against his chest. “Did you make it out of the maze?”

Aedon nodded, still looking up at his father warily.

“Then that’s all that matters! Only by being brave, allowed you to face your fear. That bravery in you gave you the courage to overcome that fear and come out at the end!”

“But… I still had to let my sisters guide me!” The boy frowned.

“That is also a sign of the bravery that you have in you. Being able to admit that you were scared and ask for help is a good thing.” Rocking his son gently from side to side, Jon said: “Besides, we don’t have to be brave all the time. Just as long as it appears when it’s needed, to protect the things you hold dear for example, like your family or to do what is right, what is necessary.”

Aedon’s eyes grew large as an unbridled grin formed across his face, pushing up his chubby cheeks. “I was brave, papa?”

“Aye.” Jon reassured him with a ruffle to his curls. “You are so very brave. And who knows, maybe one day your sisters will need you to defend them. Maybe even your mama and I might need your help.”

“No way!” Aedon said in a breathy voice, tinged with disbelief. “Me?”

“Aye. You will need to bring out that bravery you have inside here.” Jon pointed at Aedon’s chest. “Be the dragon you were born to be, be the wolf that protects his pack. Can you do that my boy?”

Aedon puffed up his chest with his lips pursed into the tightest line and nodded his head so vehemently his curls bounced all over the place.

“Good. Remember, being afraid does not make you weak.” Sticking out his pinkie finger, Jon offered it to the boy. “Promise you’ll remember that?”

Aedon hooked his tiny finger as best as he could around his father’s. “I promise.”

“Now, let’s get you to bed. You’re going to need your energy if you want to hunt some White Walkers with me tomorrow!” Jon tossed his son up in the air lightly, relieved to hear the sound of his son’s cheerful laughter. Urging the boy into the confines of his blanket, and watching with a smile as he lay back down before pulling the blanket up to his chin. Finally with the boy firmly tucked in, Jon said to him: “I love you, my son.”

“I love you, papa. Good night.” Aedon mumbled as his eyes fell shut, ready to join his sisters on their expedition through the land of dreams.

With lingering kisses to each other their slumbering heads, Jon crept out of the nursery, leaving the door open just a crack.

“Are the children asleep?” Dany asked from their bed.

“Aye. Arielle and Ellie knocked out before I even got to the end of the first page and you know how much they love that story.” Jon replied with a fond smile lifting the corners of his lips. The princesses requested that story almost nightly. It was the tale of a warrior princess mounting her dragon and slaying the hideous Chimera with dragon fire. It was very true to their characters. He wondered what kind of princesses they’d grow up to be, his beautiful daughters. One thing that he knew for certain was, they’d grow to be just as strong as their mother and their aunts in the North. It was in their blood after all.

“Ugh…. I’m exhausted!” Jon groaned, collapsing onto his side of bed, his head falling to rest on the queen’s thigh.

Dany ran her fingers lovingly through his silky curls. “I bet you are. But you can’t sleep yet!”

“What? Why?” Jon exclaimed with a pout, looking ridiculously like his children when they didn’t get their way.

“There is something else I saved for you.” A sly half smile fleeted across her mouth as she held up a sprig of mistletoe between her fingers. “I’m sure you know what this little plant means?”

“Mistletoe huh?” Jon sat up and crawled over to his wife, a languid smirk tugging at his mouth, until there was only a scant distance between their lips. “If my memory serves me,” he hummed, thinking for a moment, “it means you’re sending me a thousand kisses?” Jon murmured, his breath rolling over Dany’s face. He wasn’t aware of just how much he’d missed her in bed until they were just an inch away from touching. How he’d missed his lovely wife, the warmth of her pressed against him, the taste of her, her scent, her talented tongue doing sinful things to his body that made him want to combust under her, and the sight of her being a mother to their children, just her everything.

Turns out she’d been missing him too, for she craved him, dearly. The queen scooted herself closer to him, an arm curled around Jon’s neck, she pulled him to her. Her eyes slipped shut as their lips brushed against one another, not quite kissing just yet but grazing softly as they breathed together, savouring the closeness of their bodies, reunited at last. The contented hum released by the queen radiated from her lips to his, sending delicious tremors coursing through Jon’s body.

“Well…. I couldn’t send them to you attached to the feet of a raven, so I saved them up for you. Now that you’re back….” Wiggling the green parasitic sprig above their heads, her lips blossomed into a grin that he felt against his own. “Feel free to come and claim your kisses anytime, my darling husband.”

That was all a very reinvigorated Jon needed to pounce forward and pin his wife to their bed. The sprig of mistletoe fell to the floor, soon to be joined by their clothes as the king and queen spent the rest of the night rediscovering one another, reacquainting themselves with the spots on each other’s bodies that made them tremble and topple over the edge into the arms of carnal ecstasy.

It was good to be home, Jon concluded. As they say, home is where the heart was, amongst many other things.

[lolwhenwilliever]

I Swear to Drunk I’m Not God

A/N - So I got inspired by and dedicate this short piece of fluff for @/jooheonday (instagram) because I just think she’s great and her instagram account is heaven. Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Jooheon x reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mention of alcohol use

Word count: 1958

It was a very usual Friday afternoon, you had just gotten home from school and were more than ready to chill at home for the weekend, looking forward to the regular movie night with your boyfriend. Stood just outside your apartment, you were digging through your bag for the keys, when your phone started ringing. After stepping inside, you dropped the bag on the floor and took the still ringing phone out of the pocket of your jacket. On the screen was your boyfriend’s name. It was unusual for him to call during the day, he and the boys were busy practising for most of the day so he’d rather send texts if he needed to. Even though suspicious and slightly worried, you cleared your throat and answered the call.

“Hi Hunnie.”

“Hello princess, how are you?” Jooheon seemed to be in a good mood, you could hear his dimpled smile in his voice.

“Uh, good. You?” you answered, still a bit sceptical.

“Great! So listen, I know it’s our movie night tonight but me and the members were thinking of going for a few drinks after work today... The promotions for ‘Jealousy’ just ended and we thought it would be nice to celebrate.”

“Oh, yeah sure, go have fun! Just let me know if you’re staying over at Minhyuk’s again or something.”

“Yes!!! Thanks babe, you’re the best! I promise I’ll make this up to you later. Bye!”

His excitement made you chuckle. It wasn’t like you restricted Jooheon’s free time, not at all, but nevertheless he was so glad that you were so understanding. To be honest, of course you were a bit disappointed but on the bright side, being alone for the night meant some peaceful me-time.

After what was the most relaxing bath you’ve had in ages and a tasty meal of delivery pizza, you decided to put on a movie. You’d seen it for a couple of times now, but it was one of your favorites and therefore never got boring.

Suddenly you were shaken awake when the door closed loudly. Blinking a few times, you realized that you had started to doze off in the middle of the movie, and now the credits were rolling. Noises coming from the front door indicated that Jooheon had arrived, and was now wrestling with his shoelaces.

“Honey, I’m home!” he exclaimed all of a sudden, and jumped on the couch next to you, going in for a bear hug. When a whiff of beer overtook your senses, you instantly pushed him away.

“What’s wrong?” he pouted.

“You smell,” you whined, making an exaggeratedly disgusted face.

“Oh, sorry,” Jooheon moved to sit a bit further away.

You kind of felt bad for him. He was so affectionate and loved skinship, especially when you two were alone. Not to mention when he was drunk, the koala mode would go from active to full on overdrive.

“How about you go take a shower? I’ll cuddle you after that.”

Jooheon's eyes widened in glee and he almost ran to the bathroom. Soon you heard the water running and some bits and pieces of lyrics being sung, meanwhile you decided to change into a pyjama and clean the place up a bit. Just when you were finding the right case for the DVD, the bathroom door suddenly opened.

“(Y/N)!!!”

You sighed. “Whaaat do you waaant?”

“Come wash my hair!” Jooheon stuck his head out of the bathroom door and wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Haha, funny. No thanks.”

Another, rather adorable, pout. “Fine.”

When he was done, Jooheon came out with a towel wrapped around his waist and started looking for you, first from the living room, then kitchen. Finally he entered the bedroom, where you had already moved to after being done tidying up. You were laying on the bed, facing away from him, so he tried to cling onto you with a back hug. This made you screech in horror.

"You're still dripping wet!"

You tried hitting him with your pillow, but it didn't do much damage. Jooheon just laughed before turning around and obediently dried himself up properly, changing the towel into a pair of pyjama pants he had brought to your apartment, in cases like these where he would suddenly decide to stay overnight. Then he crammed himself on the bed, half on top you.

"Jesus, dude! You weigh a little more than a feather."

Jooheon muttered an apology and moved to lay on his back next to you. He pulled you closer so you would lay against his bare chest, showering your forehead and hair with little pecks and making you giggle.

“What’s all this?”

“I’m just really happy right now,” he simply answered.

“That’s nice. Why?”

“Because! I’m cuddling with my favorite person in the world!” He sounded offended that the answer wasn’t as obvious to you as it was to him. But seeing him act like that only made him look cuter, so why not continue teasing a bit longer.

“Wow, that’s an honorary title. Am I really #1? Even over Changkyun?”

A short silence. “Even over him,” he then said, dead serious. It made you laugh way too much, to the point that when you tried to control it you ended up snorting loudly. Jooheon looked at you before bursting into laughter as well. When you calmed down from your laughing fit, you noticed your boyfriend staring down at you with a warm smile.

“Your laugh is beautiful.”

“Yeah, right, there’s nothing more attractive than sounding like a pig.”

“Shut up, I’m complimenting you!”

And there was no stopping him now. Jooheon loved to make you feel loved, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it at all. It was just that once drunk Jooheon had started he wouldn’t let anything stop him from telling you how wonderful you were, even if you thanked him and returned the compliments a thousand times. The best solution you had came up with so far was just to be quiet except for occational acknowledging and letting him rant until he ran out of superlatives.

“Not only your laugh, but also your singing is so beautiful. You could make the most hideous noise you could muster and I would want to listen to it until I went deaf. And your hair. It compliments your eye color perfectly. Not that I would think you were ugly if if didn’t. If your hair was like... poop coloured, you’d still own it. Totally. Actually you’re just very gorgeous both inside and outside. You’re so sweet and accepting and really good at what you do, I wish I was as talented as you.”

“Jooheon, you’re literally a celebrity. You’re one of the best rappers out there.”

“Shh! This is not about me. You rock.”

As his last statement, he said “You’re so amazing, I can’t believe I got you. In fact, I can’t believe you chose me!”

Finally, he shut up. You did appreciate his efforts in making you feel more confident about yourself, but most of the time one compliment would’ve been perfectly enough.

For the next 10 minutes you two just laid there, in a silence that was surprisingly comforting, you playing with Jooheon’s fingers while he rubbed your back with his free hand. You were quite sure he even almost fell asleep a couple of times, since you could feel his breathing slow down for moments. After a while he spoke up again, this time sounding like he was hesitating.

“(Y/N).”

“Mmh?”

A pause. He was probably trying his best to pull his thoughts together. Or trying really hard not to fall asleep mid sentence.

“I’m in love with you.”

A sentence so short, so gently delivered carried enough intensity to freeze you momentarily. You hadn't said that to each other yet. Surely, he must not have realized he had said it out loud, since you were both aware of how much that meant to the both of you and it was a silent, mutual decision that you wouldn’t say it lightheartedly. You turned to look up at Jooheon, resting on your other elbow and tried to understand what was going through that man’s head. But he was just grinning sheepishly at you, like his feelings for you had been an acknowledged fact for centuries.

Without you even having to think about it, the feeling hit you like a truck. Suddenly you weren’t unsure in the slightest that your feelings for him weren’t just as strong. A little too harshly, you crashed your lips against his for a passionate kiss, hoping actions would speak louder than words. You soon felt Jooheon cupping your cheeks and kissing you back, before pulling away and smiling at you, blush creeping up to his cheeks.

And what would be a more appropriate way to ruin the mood than you failing to fight back a huge yawn. Luckily Jooheon only thought it was the cutest thing in the world. He gave you a quick peck to let you know he understood you, and pulled a blanket over your bodies before continuing to rub your back and letting the both of you drift into peaceful unconsciousness.

Jooheon woke up to his personal heaven of you running your fingers through his hair. He smiled but didn’t want to open his eyes yet, he wanted this blissful moment to continue a little longer.

“Please don’t change your hair style again. I love this one the most,” you whispered to him.

He let out a short chuckle. “If that’s what you want princess.”

“And there’s something else I wanted to let you know. I love you too.”

Jooheon jerked awake and sat up on the bed. “What?! Aww babe, I wanted to be the first one to say that. I’ve been planning the perfect scenario for weeks!”

“You did say it first though, so, congratulations,” you shrugged.

“No, you just did. Just now.”

“Nope, you did last night, you idiot. Don’t you remember?” you asked, crossing your arms. Now you felt a bit stupid for being so starstruck by his confession, did he truly mean it that much if he didn’t even remember saying it?

Apologizing, your boyfriend carefully asked you to remind him, and you did while watching Jooheon’s ears turn more and more red, shade by shade as you went through the course of events that happened last night.

“Oh geez.... I didn’t mean for it to come out of my mouth so carelessly. I guess I just couldn’t hold it in any longer,” Jooheon explained, half nervous, half excited that he could finally tell you how much you meant to him.

Seeing his pure reaction you questioned yourself, how could you ever doubt his honesty? You sighed, disappointed at yourself. Jooheon noticed, and decided to lift the mood up a bit.

“Hey, at least I didn’t follow Minhyuk’s “super fun idea”, so be happy you didn’t have to suffer through the aftermath of that prank...”

“What?” Your eyes widened in surprise. Minhyuk’s prank ideas were never as harmless as he insisted they were. Last time it took you three days to get the slime out of your hair. Jooheon just grinned at you mischievously.

“Nothing! I’ll go make breakfast.”

He placed a quick smooch on your cheek before escaping into the kitchen, leaving you to wonder why on earth these guys never grow into adults.

After a few minutes the smell of delicious bacon flowed into the room. You streched and threw on your morning robe. Before entering the kitchen, you thought to yourself:

“I’m gonna have to talk to Minhyuk about this... Or his mom. Or his real mom, but I think Kihyun will do just fine.”

[cinnamon-suncat]

Honest Interview

What is your full name? “It was X’rena Kalihd, when I was born. Now it’s just...Syrena. Maybe ‘Syrena Kalihd’, I guess, ‘s not like I’m not still Kalihd’s daughter. I can’t remember th’last time anyone asked for more when I introduced myself as just ‘Syrena’, though.”

What do your friends call you? “In my tribe, it was ‘Rena’. There isn’t anyone who calls me that now -- I get ‘Syr’ more often.”

What is your favorite animal? “Dodo’s pretty tasty! Oh, oh, an’ crab! Crab’s new t’me, but there’s this lil food cart out near Costa that Braden showed me -- fucking delicious.” She pauses, realisation sparking alight in her mismatched eyes. “Oh, y’meant as like a pet or something? I dunno, never really thought about it. I don’t think I’m much’ve an animal person.”

Where were you born? “Somewhere out deep in th’Sagolii. My tribe moves around a lot, so I don’t think I -- or anyone else -- would be able to tell you exactly where.”

Do you have children? Her shoulders accordion-fold inward in an involuntary shudder. “Ffffuck no. And I hope I never do.”

Is there a person/people you love? “’Course there is.” She smiles, the curve of her lips soft and warm, but doesn’t seem inclined to elaborate.

What is your favorite color? “There’s this one shade’ve orange...but just calling it ‘orange’ doesn’t really do it justice, y’know? It’s halfway through a sunset, when Azeyma’s painted the sky alight...it’s like...” she grapples for the words to explain, her slim-fingered hands gesticulating wildly, “it’s like flames reflecting off golden paint. It’s so fierce it almost hurts your eyes t’look at. That’s my favourite colour.” 

What is your full occupation? “I’m a member of th’troupe of dancers that performs on the Ruby Road Exchange. We’re sanctioned by...the city of Ul’dah? Or it’s some company, I forget, ‘s called something like Amajina-and-something...” she blows a wayward lock of hair upwards in frustration. “I dunno the name, ‘s run by some lalafell, and we’re a permanent fixture. Pays pretty well, but between you and me,” she leans inward, conspiratorial, “it’s not really dance; it’s just ‘moving around looking pretty’, it’s all choreographed and shit. Real dancing’s got a little more...soul.”   Are you good at physical fighting? “‘Course I am!” Her hands ball into fists, and she demonstrates a few sloppy punches at the air, punctuating them with plosive sound effects which leave her cheeks puffed out. Her sparkling enthusiasm and energetic bobbing imply that she genuinely believes she’s a great fighter, but anyone with even the slightest knowledge of combat would be able to recognise from a mile off that she has no experience in a real fight whatsoever; she’s a civilian through and through. 

Which form are you best at? "My form,” she purrs in simple answer, imbuing the word with a lascivious, honeyed smoulder as she feathers a fingertip over the curve of her hip -- then she dissolves into laughter, waving her hand in the air as if to disperse the sultry smoke of her jest. She might have been joking, unable to resist the turn of phrase...but whether she realises it or not, there’s a certain truth to it; she would probably serve better in a fight as a visual distraction than a true opponent. 

What about magic? “I mean...I dunno how t’do conjury or thaumaturgy or anything like that, none’ve that stuff about pulling aether from the world...but y’know how everyone’s full of their own, personal aether? I can work with mine pretty well. It’s a type of knowledge passed down through my tribe, not really something I’ve heard of anyone else making use of in quite th’same way.”

Which type are you best at? “It’s knowledge passed down through my tribe’s healers, bolstering other people’s aether with your own when they’re running low, or numbing pain when they’re hurt. It’s kinda like...finding pressure points, places where their aether runs close to the surface, and letting your own flow in to help. You gotta be careful not to drain yourself too much, though, it makes you dizzy and weak and sick.”

Craftsmanship? "Nothing, really. In my tribe, making stuff was a job for the Tia -- I always really admired th’beautiful glasswork they made. I still like to go to the markets now and see if any’ve my tribe’s work turns up; you can recognise it at a touch, nobody else uses lightning glass as well as we do.” She almost seems to puff up with pride as she says this, then deflates as she corrects herself. “As well as they do, I mean. Sometimes I can even tell exactly who made it.” She drifts off into her thoughts for a moment, distracted and a little melancholy, then tosses her head as though shaking water from her ears as she comes back to the present. “Nothing stopping me from learning now, though, right? No more tribe rules. Maybe I’ll learn t’cross stitch or something.” The mental image of Syrena hunched over and patiently stitching tiny patterns into cloth is, quite frankly, utterly ridiculous. 

Any other skills? “Dancing. Real dancing, not like the choreographed bunk I do for work. Dancing where you listen, and feel, and react -- dancing where you flow with your flames -- dancing where you turn music into movement,  dancing where you shape thought and emotion with your body. There’s nobody better at that than me.” She’s cocky...but anyone who’s seen her spinning her flaming poi or twisting serpentine amidst gossamer veils would be prone to agree. “I’m pretty good at painting, too,” she stretches luxuriantly for your inspection, allowing flickering light to ripple off the intricate whorls of golden paint which spiral up her stomach and down her right arm. “Oh, and I can tie a cherry stem in a knot with my tongue!” She sticks said tongue out, waggling it crudely.

Are you an only child? “I’m a twin. Or, was a twin. X’rahn’s dead now.” She says it bluntly -- too bluntly; it’s not the callousness of someone who doesn’t care, but instead the brusqueness of someone who doesn’t want to deal with their pain right now and would rather move the conversation along. “I’ve got an older brother, too: X’khel. As well ’s that, I come from a traditional tribe, so my father was Nunh and that means I’ve got a coupla half-brothers and half-sisters.” 

Where do you see yourself in five years? She laughs heartily, with her head thrown back and the bright flash of her teeth visible. “I don’t even think about myself t’morrow, let alone five years down th’line.”

Have you ever almost died? “Tons of times!” She’s cheery, for such a grim question.

Do you have a secret, not just a secret, but like a really big secret, hardly anyone knows? “I don’t think so,” she hums, twirling a stray lock of golden brown hair around her finger. “There are things I don’t like to talk about, but ‘s not as if I’m keeping ‘em secret.”

Salty or sweet? “Salty. No, no, I mean sweet! No, salty...oh, but those cinnamon rolls at Katie’s stall...” she continues dithering, completely unable to choose, counting up pros and cons on her fingers until she runs out and slams her hands decisively on the table. “I’ll eat anything but sandworm,” she declares. “I grew up eating fuckin’ sandworm, I don’t wanna eat it ever again, not for th’rest of my life. If it’s not sandworm, I’ll love it, doesn’t matter if it’s salty or sweet.” With that, she sets to rubbing the sting out of her palms; that table slap might have been a little more passionate than she’d intended.

Do you like yourself? Syrena winks. “What’s not to love?”

Do you believe in the Twelve? “Yeah. I don’t wanna think that they control everything, but I like to think that they dip in and offer a helping hand here and there.”

Are you religious? “Ehhh, not really. I believe in the gods, sure, but I don’t do any worshipping or anything like that. I like watching Azeyma paint the sky every dawn and dusk though, does that count?” 

Do you carry prejudice with you? “I think everyone’s gotta, to some extent; you’re a product of your past experiences. But I try not to judge people for anything but who they are, not what they are.”

What do you consider entertainment? “Dancing,” she says without hesitation. “Watching other people dance is fun too; I like learning new styles! Really though, anything can be entertainment -- every day offers new opportunities, new people to meet, new things t’do...aside from dancing, I don’t think there’s much that I really set out to do to have fun...I just go out and have fun, with whatever I end up stumbling into.”  Favorite drink? “Water. Either that, or really stupid-looking cocktails -- th’weirder and fruitier they are, the better,” she wriggles gleefully at the idea. “I like it when the bartenders set ‘em on fire, too!”

Do you have any family traditions? She offers forward her painted right arm for your inspection again. “My tribe has a lot of traditions, but I think the one thing I’ve really held on to after leaving is the paint. ‘Khoura’, we call it, it’s not just any golden paint, it’s special. You’re not really supposed to paint yourself, but I’m tribeless now, so I do. You’re supposed to paint other women in the tribe: for friendship, or to wish them luck or fertility or whatever you want. Or you paint the Nunh, but that’s not for friendship, if y’know what I’m saying.” She wiggles her brows lasciviously at you. “I think when I paint myself, it’s mostly out of nostalgia; it feels good to be connected to my roots in some small way, even if I’m not with the tribe anymore.”

Are you a good person? “’Good’s pretty subjective, isn’t it? I’m not th’most law-abiding citizen,” her voice lilts into a singsongy register with that, as though she’s repeating words from a lecture she’s heard a couple of times. “I don’t follow rules which I think are stupid or unfair...so I’m sure there’re people out there who’d think I’m bad. But I don’t think so. I think I’m a good person, and breaking a couple of dumb rules here and there doesn’t change that.”

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The Flames in Her Eyes, Chapter 2: Tabitha Moore

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Tyler

I sat at the dining table in the Pack House. Me, James, and Kai had arrived quite early. The breakfast was to begin at 10 a.m, the clock above the mantel still showed 9:50. I sat to the right of the head of the table. My Beta and Gamma sat next to me.

I knew why I was so impatient. Celine had yet to arrive. I couldn’t help but hope and wonder whether she’d show up. She said she would but… 9:51. There was still time. Maybe she’d be late.

I knew why I was so impatient. But I also didn’t know why. She’d been nothing but rude to me last night.

Last night…

I could’ve sworn I’d seen black veins covering my mate’s left foot before I left.

I glanced down the table. Several wolves had already been here when we came, talking amongst themselves. They didn’t pay us in mind.

The dining room was quite stunning. Two white chandeliers like overturned cakes hung from the ceiling-- one right over me, the other above the other table end. The three massive windows with velvet curtains the color of dark heather provided the true light, though. It seemed that Rosewood enjoyed putting anything fancy wherever possible.

It wasn’t like my home at all. I grew up in an environment made to be homey-styled.

9:55. Celine entered the room at last. With Nathaniel and Mara, his mate in tow.

My mate’s blonde hair was woven into two modest yet elegant braids hanging down her shoulders and hiding her ears from sight. She wore black leggings and a grey hoodie with a white heart painted seemingly with a brush in the middle. She carried a small white backpack. Her hair had soft blue silk ribbons braided into it.

Her limp was completely gone. As though it had never been.

She sat down at a random seat at the table, her companions sitting next to her.

Celine took something out of her bag. A journal and a pencil. No, a sketchbook. Giving me barely more than a glance as she started drawing something.

Alpha Willem and Beta Edmund entered five minutes later.

Everyone but my friends and I stood. And Celine. She didn’t even bother to look up at her father from her notebook when they passed by her. No one batted an eye at that, as though it were a common occurrence.

I almost expected her to put her legs on the table.

A smile found its way onto my mouth.

“She’s feisty, that one,” James said from beside me.

“And brave. Very brave,” Kai added.

I’d told everything last night upon returning to our shared rooms.

Several more people entered. One of them-- a female who looked a lot like Nathaniel, most likely his mother, and Edmund’s mate, Ellen.

Another person that caught my eye was Xavier. I’d met him yesterday. He was the Alpha’s son, my age. The male kept glancing at my mate with a strange face as he walked past.

I fought the growl that threatened to rumble out of me.

More people entered until the dining room was packed to the brim and stood beside their seats. The moment Willem and Edmund sat down, everyone did the same and began serving themselves. I realized that Celine had started eating when the Alpha and Beta had first entered the room. As though to mock them.

I resisted the urge to laugh.

The two males turned their attention to me.

“So,” Willem began. “Have you found anything entertaining to do here, Alpha Tyler?”

I looked at Celine again and found her gazing right back at me. An almost pleading look in her eyes. Like she didn’t want to say anything about the bond between us. How she could hear us this far away, and with all the commotion, I had no idea. Still, I ignored her.

“Yes, actually, I visited the ball yesterday and just so happened to stumble upon my mate,”

“And who’s the lucky girl?” Edmund asked, taking a sip of his coffee. An amused smile on his face.

Celine gritted her teeth, I smiled.

“Your daughter, Beta.”

Celine muttered something along the lines of, “Oh, for gods’ sakes.”

Her father choked on his coffee and said, bewildered, gesturing to my mate, “Her?”

“Yes.” was my only answer.

The room went utterly silent.

“Well, that’s just great news!” The male said with excitement, then addressing his daughter added, “Celine, once the Alpha’s visit here comes to an end, you shall join him and go to Silver Lake and become Luna.”

She snarled, slamming her hands on the table. The wolves closest to her flinched. “Over my dead body, would I do anything you tell me.”

Her father laughed. “I can easily arrange that.”

It was my turn to snarl. Nathaniel seemed to think so as well.

The male remembered who exactly was sitting with them and cleared his throat.

“It is an order, Daughter,” Edmund growled quietly. “Do you remember the last time you disobeyed the order I’d given you? What happened after that?”

Something in Celine’s eyes shuttered, and I suddenly wondered what her father was referring to when she said so quietly, with such vulnerability, it cracked something inside me, “Yes.”

“Does that mean you’ll go?”

“I don’t have another choice, do I?” Her voice shook slightly, as though holding back tears, then she stood and left.

***

Celine

Alpha Tyler was officially an asshole. He just couldn’t keep his mouth shut, could he? He had announced our bond for all to hear with such glee. Was he getting back at me for being rude to him yesterday? That’d make him petty. Maybe I should’ve just rejected him in the first place. Though, he’d have probably just denied my rejection.

There was only one place I could go now. Only one place I needed to go to now that my life had started to fall apart.

Tabitha Moore lived far enough away from our house to stay safe.

She took much pride in keeping her home decorated exquisitely. A two-story beige cottage with a pewter grey shingle roof and flowers growing on the walls. Perhaps the most homey-styled house in this whole gods-damned place.

I stepped on the porch, careful not to dirty the embroidered rug with my filthy shoes, and knocked.

It didn’t take long for my good friend to answer the door. She looked surprised to see me but let me inside. After I took off my shoes, she embraced me tightly, and I hugged right back.

“Lin! It’s so good to see you! I wasn’t expecting to see you so soon again; everything alright?”

“Yes, all is well.” I lied. “How are you?”

Despite being nearly fifty, the female looked good for her age. Her dark red hair up in a messy bun and tan face flushed like she was in the middle of making some sort of confectionery. Tabi was best known for her impeccably tasty desserts and other sweets.

She had a son, Jack. Perhaps the only guard in this gods-forsaken place who was pleasant to me. Except for Nate, Mara, and Ellen. Tyler didn’t count. (a) because he was an asshole. (b) he’s not from here and hadn’t been that nice to me anyway.

“Everything’s great. We were just making cookies.”

She led me to the kitchen, where two kids sat at a table playing with some cookie dough.

Zoe and Jon. My children.

Zoe turned her little head toward us. Upon seeing me, a toothy smile bloomed on her rosy cheeks as she screeched, “Mama!”

I scooped her into my arms and kissed her black curls while she laughed.

“Hey, baby,” I said. “I’ve missed you, my love. What are you making?”

She grinned again as I sat her on her stool. “Auntie Tabi and I are making choc-chip cookies! Here, I made you one.” She gave me a cookie that had a strange shape. At my raised eyebrow, she said, “‘Tis looks like a heart, be-cause I love you!”

Her words made tears well up in my eyes, and I had to blink them away. I put the cookie in the pocket of my hoodie. I’d need it as a comfort snack later.

Nearly three years old, Zoe still struggled with longer words, but she spoke well enough that I could understand her.

I sat down on a chair between her and Jon, and my son finally turned to me, smiled at me, and lifted his arms in a silent request.

I took him in my arms, kissing his cheeks and making him laugh.

“Mama,” he said quietly.

Unlike his older sister, Jon tended to be much more reserved, though I suspected it would change soon. He’d be turning two this March. Zoe’s birthday was in just six days.

I scooped Zoe into my arms again, shifting the two slightly to easier carry them.

“C’mon, kiddos. We need to talk.”

I sat them on the couch and kneeled before them. Tabitha continued her work in the kitchen, but I knew she was listening to every word.

Tabi took in Jon a month after his birth. Zoe had been smuggled in here without my father’s knowledge. If I’d let him know of Zoe’s existence, I knew he’d have killed a long time ago, even if she had only been about seven months old at the time.

“Do you know what a mate is?”

Both of them nodded eagerly. Zoe said, “Auntie Tabi and Uncle Colm are mates!”

“Yes, it’s a very special connection between two wolves. You see, I found my mate yesterday.”

Jon cheered. “Does… does that mean Mama’ll be happy?”

I smiled sadly at him. “Maybe, I’m not sure yet. But he’s an Alpha. Do you know what it is?”

Zoe nodded and said, “He rules a pack! It means you are Luna!”

Tears stung my eyes. I couldn’t help them as they rolled down my cheeks. Tabitha was giving me a sympathetic look. She knew where this was going.

“It also means that I’ll have to leave Rosewood. To leave you. I’ll have to go to my mate’s pack. To Silver Lake.”

Zoe frowned, then asked, “Can we come with you?”

More tears blurred my vision, and I wiped them away.

“No.”

There were tears in both of my children’s eyes now as I added, “I don’t know if it’s safe there. I don’t know if I can trust Tyler and his friends. But I promise you” --a sob wracked through me-- “if it is safe there, I’ll come here and take you with me. No matter the cost.”

With that, I stood, giving their heads lingering kisses, murmuring I love you so, so much to them, and turned to the door. Tabitha met me halfway there. She embraced me tightly and kissed my cheek.

“I wish you all the happiness in the world, Lin. You deserve it. You truly do.”

“Thank you, Tabi,” I choked out. “For everything.”

“Nonsense. You gave me the gift of raising those amazing kids, even if they’re not mine. Thank you.”

I nodded and strode out the door.

The wind dried my tears, leaving me sniffling.

Still rubbing at my eyes, I had the feeling of someone watching me.

Walking further away from the house, I spotted the last person I wanted to see right now.

My mate.

Great. Just fucking great.

[sambashua]

11 questions tag~ (again)

ayeeee i was tagged back by these binches and this is what i have to say i love you all these were all great questions i had a great time but we need a hard set squad name i vote either “get emma to love stray kids squad” or “god tier squad” idk man let’s do it and wonkwanhaojosh is too damn much and it messes w the wonankwan vibe that has a flow what is wonkwanhaojosh even okay any way

sister’s q’s @yongpal-i 

1. Make a 10-song playlist for your current mood. this playlist which is basically a condensed version of this playlist.

2. What vine do you quote the most? idk man you’d know better than me? maybe it’s an avacado thanks? OH FUCK IT’S I WANT TO SEE MY LITTLE BOY OR “hwhat?”

3. What do you value most in a friend? loyalty and humor!

4. If you could learn any kpop choreography instantly, what would you learn? umm legit so many you know me haaaaaaa but maybe dream in a dream by ten bc that is some lit shit... or coloring book by omg or love cherry motion by choerry bc i’ve been meaning to learn them for so long.. OH FRICK MY FIRST AND LAST THO?? i mean i kinda know all the moves but can i do them? no... idk i legit have a list of dances to learn on my phone there’s literally like 40 rip

5. If you go to your Tumblr activity page, who does it say is your “number one fan?” @s-lay-ing :D then @strawberryboo :D then @lipstick-chathao :D then @justsomekpopstuff :D so many blessed faves! but sorry i haven’t been on in 800 years?

6. What is your ideal clothing style? ummm comfy is my style but i wish i could be like.. chic comfy tbh

7. What is your favorite Snapchat filter? the one w the hearts bc i have a lot of love to give

8. What subject would you like to study, but wouldn’t necessarily want to make a career out of? (for example: I really want to learn about botany!) um all languages??? ever?? i mean they will help me w my career tho idk

9. Would you rather be constantly half an hour early to everything, or constantly 15 minutes late? i mean.. i’m always late but i wish i was that early person so yeah

10. Would you rather have a single day to spend with your top bias or a week to spend with your number 2 bias? um?? an attack?? so yes i would rather spend a day w wonu??? ofc?? but my dilemma is that if i think logically maybe i should go for jaehyun for a week? bc english?? like w wonu we wouldn’t be able to talk which would be so sad:(

11. If you could bring back any disbanded OR inactive group, who would you bring back? umMMMM WONDER GIRLS??? but on the other hand that brought us gashina sigh... maybe uniq just so you can pull yourself together tbh

jamie’s q’s @indiepoptime 

1) If you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life what would it be and why? pretty u!!!!!!! bc!!!! it’s like one of my favorite songs ever? but also when you love someone that’s an ult fave for me as well.. idk man

2) If you were in a kpop group what would your group be called and what would your fandom name be? i have a vision w ideas from the minds of @strawberryboo and @yongpal-i and @lipstick-chathao okay so our groups would be BINCH and me and emma would have a subunit called SMAE... our fans would be BONCHES and specific mir stans would be mirbles thank you

3) If you could acquire mastery over ONE skill instantly, what would you pick and why? um i say languages every fucking time for these things so... i’ll say how to talk to people without looking like an idiot that’s be cool

4) First reaction if you spotted your favorite celebrity on the street? i’d probably try to act chill on the outside and then go home and cry akfdjhgfdk idk if i’d try to talk to them?? or just like?? admire them from a distance?? idk i might say hello and tell them i love them

5) First reaction if your favorite celebrity followed you on your favorite social media site? delete EVERYTHING but like also maybe i’d just like post a bunch of positive love things actually bc!! they’d actually see it!!

6) Snap your fingers and you get to steal your favorite outfit off of a kpop idol. What outfit do you pick, off of whom, and why? well everyone know i’m a hO for wonu’s let’s dance boom boom sweater i think?? wHY IS THE PICTURE SO BIG AHHAHAHAHAHAHA

also a big fan of all of chungha’s outfits from why don’t you know if i could pull them off!

7) If you were to get a painless tattoo that you could remove with the press of a button, what would you get and where would you get it? ohhh part of the reason i won’t get a tattoo is that i am very indecisive and have no idea what i’d get! but maybe something on my side or on my wrist if it was painless? bc wrists are very sensitive.. i’d get smth simple probably maybe flowers or a quote or lyrics? i’m not sure but probably colorless and minimal!

8) What is your most prized possession? maybe my computer? or my camera? i’m not a super materialistic person i don’t think but as long as i have friends and memories that’s what i care abt:D

9) What’s a YouTube/online challenge that you have always wanted to try? literally so many! before kpop i was really really REALLY into youtube ajdkghf i’d maybe try to who knows you better sister or best friend? i like all the bf ones as well but i don’t have one ahhhhhh maybe i’d do vlogmas ahahha

10) You get a guarantee that your favorite celebrity will see your social media post but you only get 100 characters. What do you say to them? i’d tell them i love them and support them no matter what they do! and that they should stay happy and healthy and their well being comes before anyone else’s.

11) You wake up in your dream room. What does it look like? LITERALLY BLACKPINK HOUSE LIKE DID YOU SEEEEE IT but i’d have big windows bc i like natural light! i’d want some nice pictures up and a rlly soft bedspread maybe w a cool headboard? idk something that looks clean and open!

emma’s q’s @strawberryboo 

1. if you had to chose one kpop stage outfit to wear for the rest of your life which would you choose? umm okay soo i’ll say jimin hopeless love just bc like damn how epic would i be all the time and also i think i’m tall enough to fill it out

i also think n.flying’s recent outfits are very fun!! and anything wonpil has worn onstage is prime

2. favorite music video aesthetic? any of loona’s mvs?? or gashina like everyone talks abt the dance but everything abt that mv is me sorry to break it to you

3. Group you are most excited for in 2018? for debut? stray kids or loona!! but also the unit and mixnine groups?? idk what’s gonna be the outcome but i’m hoping for like jbj level tier to come out at somepoint idk

4. Recommend me some underrated kpop songs/groups? um! i aways struggle reccing you songs jkdhs but i’ll rec you i’m jelly baby by aoa cream aoa isn’t necessarily underrated but the members in the subunit are! also dawon stars in the mv so i thought you’d enjoy! also deepened by brave girls i’m not sure if you’ve ever listened to rollin’ either tbh??? but that’s them doing a fun lil dp and being cute af!! um omg these are all gonna be gg tbh and i’m not even super sure what you’ve heard and haven’t heard???? so here’s a few: why don’t you say by playback (a jam) i think i love you by sonamoo (one of my fave songs ever rlly) fri. sat. sun. by dalshabet (they didn’t used to be underrated but there old mvs have nearly 5 times the amount that their new one does so?? a crime???) she’s mine by vav (tbh i love all their songs like so so much they have the best jams) 1 2 3 by b.i.g (two are on the unit my babies) woo by imfact (if you haven’t seen this video have you truly lived?) and rescue by younha (i just found this song and have listened to it a lot lately!!) k idk if most of these are considered underrated but it’s fine enjoy binch

5. If you could join any group other than your bias group who would you join and why? maybe monsta??? just bc??? they’re all best boys?? but also maybe the boyz bc so many 98 liners!! oh or gfriend bc 98 line squad and dance wow i’d have a good time idk i’ll join all the groups really

6. Favorite soloist? and some song recs? !!!! i think you know all my fave soloists tho?? i’m a big fan of hyuna, jay park and jimin/jamie park and you’ve also gotten me pretty into heize too ajkfdhdk but i’ve been really digging suran’s wine i think you’ve maybe not heard that one possibly? OH AND SAM KIM I FORGOT but i think we discussed that you listened to all his stuff too akjdfhfg my fave rn is mama don’t worry!

7. Childhood Story? (thanks Cloud) k well now i gotta think of another.. oh here’s a fun one: so when we were still potty training our grandma would give us an mnm when we used the bathroom by ourselves.. so one time i found an brown mnm on the floor of our kitchen and was like ayeee a snack and then i ate it and it was a bug and my grandma just stuck my head under the sink and tried to rinse my mouth out lemme tell you he wasn’t a tasty bug at all

8. Were you in any fandoms before you got into kpop, if so what were they? yeeeee as i said early in this tag i was super super into youtube right before kpop! it was mainly junior year i think? and senior? but um before that i was a bit into 5sos and before that i was superrr into one direction haha but tbh before kpop i wasn’t really involved in the fandom at all like i made my tumblr for kpop and i had a one direction insta (one_directionxoxoxox bitches) but i didn’t rlly talk to anyone lol and it was trash

9. Favorite Comeback/debut of 2017? uMMMM okay so comeback is gotta be my first and last not sorry abt it... and debut i’ll say pristin bc wow it was rlly a masterpiece

10. astrological sign? Myers Briggs type? Hogwarts House (I’m a Gemini, infp, and Gryffindor) cancer sun/leo rising/scorpio moon? idk what all the important ones are tbh; intj; ravenclaw/gryffindor ayeee

11. Random question but what are your favorite names? um i used to have a list of all my favorite names on my old ass ipod touch but i rlly like names they have hard i sounds like isla and lila and stuff? and boys names i like gregory and josef a lot and idk why bc they’re rly basic ajfhkd i also like more gender neutral names like grey and baguette

k i’m done and i won’t tag anyone bc i am lazy but if you wanna do it i wrote out questions here and you can answer those and say i tagged you:)