#He’d put this on and sob into his pillow thinking about Felix

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pairing: minho x felix (minlix)

genre: dancer!minho/artist!felix. brothers best friend troupe. college au. age gap (abt 4 years). minho pov. extremely dark themes throughout, including smut - MDNI, 18+ only.

word count: 3.0k

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a/n: ya'll, I'm so fucking sorry. but I'm really putting Felix through the ringer in this fic 😭 the poor baby… but just know and remember that minho is back in his life and he has many ppl that care abt him, like his older brother chris. so I think he'll be okay in the end. 🥺 ily guys and thanks for all the support, drop a comment below with your thoughts~ 💗

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  After the taxi ride back home to Minho’s dorm on campus, everything else melted away. His mind slid into autopilot, his limbs moving without him even thinking about it. 

  Before he knew it, he had carried Felix all the way through the dorm’s front door, into the kitchen, past the living room, and into his room. His bed was a full size - which was quite rare on campus since most dorm rooms were so small they could only fit a twin. But he and Chris had gotten lucky with a larger dorm since they were friends with the senior RA on campus. 

  He never thought he’d have Felix on his bed again - sprawled out across his sheets, hair fanned against the pillow and hiding half of his face underneath the blonde locks. Never thought he'd get the chance to see such a sight after all of the years had passed since their time growing up in Busan. Felix looked so delicate and fragile just then. Slowly, Minho made room beside him and sat down on the plush mattress. Reaching out, he pressed a gentle hand against the blonde’s forehead. He was warm, but not feverish. A good sign. 

  Then, Minho grabbed the nearby water bottle he always kept at his bedside table. Uncapping it, he made to fit a hand beneath Felix’s head, cradling his neck and lifting him from the pillow just by a little bit. Fitting the rim of the bottle against his lips, he gently prodded them open for him to drink from. 

  For a few seconds, Felix’s eyes fluttered underneath his eyelids. And he allowed Minho to help him drink a few incremental sips of water. Until his lips were closed once more and his body was completely shutting down. Minho could feel the weight of him in his arm, as he slipped into a shadowy dreamland of liquor and drugs. 

  After that, Minho chose to sit by his side for a long while. Just watching over him in silence. Brushing delicate fingers through his blonde tresses and across his warm, freckled cheekbones. “I’m sorry,” he started, his voice breaking just a little bit as he watched the way Felix’s chest rose and fell with the shallow breaths of sleep. “I should’ve been there for you, no matter what… I shouldn’t have pushed you away so much. I’m sorry.” 

  He could feel the tears cascading down his cheeks then, chilling his skin as his shoulders shook from his quiet sobbing. Minho reached down and held onto one of Felix’s hands, interlocking their fingers and studying the way their palms fit together so fucking perfectly. 

  “I promise, I won’t make the same mistake again. I promise on my life I won’t, Felix. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you tonight, that I hadn’t stopped everything earlier…” Because if they hadn’t been on bad terms again, maybe they would’ve gone to that same club together. And then there wouldn’t have been any drugs or kidnappers involved. Maybe, Minho would've been in that stranger's position instead, running his tongue across Felix's skin and-

  As Minho stared on at Felix, he so badly wanted to get revenge for the younger man. To avenge the trauma he had just been through and catch the perpetrator— but Minho wasn’t foolish, and he knew that man from the bar wasn’t foolish either. He would never darken the doorstep of that nightclub, probably never come around those same parts of the city for fear of being caught. Even still, Minho would make sure he and Felix would give testimonies to the local police once they were both well enough to stand and think properly. 

  As he sat there on the bed beside Felix, he could feel the heaviness of exhaustion begin to wash over him. It had been a long night— a long week, for that matter. Plus, the alcohol running through his system was starting to make him feel lethargic and sleepy. Slowly, he bent down, leaning against Felix and resting his head gently on the younger’s chest. 

  Staring up at Felix’s angelic face that was completely slacked of all emotion, dreamland was quickly beginning to cloud his mind. Blurring the edges of the room, and bleaching all the color on Felix’s face. And just like that, he was falling asleep to the feeling of Felix’s warm hand and his heartbeat ringing out in Minho’s ear. 

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

  Minho didn’t know how many hours had passed— but he was awoken with a forceful shake to his shoulder. Eyes gradually opening, he was met with a frowning Chris. His dark brows were furrowed, his eyes scanning the length of Minho and Felix’s bodies. Minho's heart immediately dropped into the pit of his stomach at the displeased look on his best friend's face. Minho shot up from his space atop Felix, repositioning his shirt. 

  “What the fuck happened?” Is all Chris asked, brotherly instincts coming over him as he made to feel Felix’s forehead for any sort of temperature. 

  Staring up at Felix’s serene face, which was still completely relaxed from his deep slumber, Minho took in a sigh. He steeled himself for the outburst that was surely to follow from his confession. “He was drugged. I was at the bar at Midnight Horse, and before I knew it, this strange man who looked to be in his thirties was dragging Felix out of there. Thankfully, I managed to catch up with them in time and got Felix back.” 

  Minho heard a sharp intake of breath to his left, and that’s when he noticed his two other friends standing in the doorway of his room. Hyunjin had a hand over his mouth, as he rushed over to the other side of the bed and squeezed Felix’s arm. “Oh my god— is he gonna be okay? Maybe we should—”

  Changbin was beside Minho then, staring down at the scene before him. “If it’s a date rape drug, the side effects should fade within twelve hours. If he doesn’t wake up after, that’s when you’ll have a problem.” 

  The entire time, Chris was completely silent. He was just studying Felix’s form, eyes locked on his face as his fingers gently brushed through his soft blonde locks. Subtly, Minho had released his hand from Felix’s, hoping no one had noticed in the throng of their worry.

  “Chris… what do you wanna do?” Minho finally asked, staring up at his best friend and watching his mind blur a mile a minute as he thought of a plan. The emotions were clear on his face— anger, disappointment, but mostly… a loving kind of worry. 

  “I’m taking him to the ER,” Chris said in a deep voice, thumb brushing against Felix’s jaw. “There’s no way I’m taking any chances on his life. Here, help me get him up.” Changbin and Hyunjin made to lift Felix into Chris’ arms, the air in the room constricting with the severity of the situation. 

  It felt like all the breath was being pulled out of Minho’s lungs, as he helped fit Felix’s limp body into his best friend’s arms. Chris' brow was set into a furrowed line, his eyes dark and stormy. 

  “Do you want company?” Hyunjin asked, brushing a hand across the top of Felix’s head. Then his focus was flicking to Minho, and he gave the older man a silent kind of look. The kind that read— I know how tortuous this is for you right now, and I'm so sorry. 

  Chris offered Hyunjin a weak smile, “I’d love that, actually.” 

  “I’ll drive, then,” Changbin said in a gruff tone, as he pulled a set of keys out of his pocket. He led the group out of Minho’s bedroom. 

  Minho stopped in his tracks at the kitchen counter, watching all three of the men slipping on their coats and shoes. Chris turned to face him, raising a dark eyebrow, “Are you coming with?” 

  Minho found himself shaking his head in answer before his mind could even register what he wanted to say. “It’s been a long night,” his eyes flicked to the nearby kitchen clock, reading that it was well past two in the morning. “I’m still a little shaken from everything, so I think I should stay back.” 

  But he was lying. 

  It was all a bunch of filthy lies. 

  He wanted to do nothing but be the one to hold onto Felix, to walk him straight into that ER and demand someone help them. He wanted nothing more but to be by his bedside, as they listened to the doctor’s diagnosis and as Felix finally came to. Because Minho knew he would. He knew Felix would be okay. 

  But alas, he couldn’t. 

  He couldn’t do any of it— because everyone else was too close and special to him. And he especially didn’t want to ruin his friendship with Chris if it somehow got out about what Felix and he had done in the past. About all the sins against society they had committed in their youth with each other. 

  So instead, he held himself back. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he watched on the sidelines as Chris nodded in understanding and was quickly sliding out the front door. Hyunjin turned just as he was about to leave, giving Minho a gentle, comforting look. 

  It’s gonna be okay, he mouthed silently, waiting until Minho nodded in acknowledgment before he was shutting the front door behind him with a soft click. 

  Minho found himself sitting down on the living room couch soon after they left, sucking in a few deep breaths from all of the adrenaline that was still bleeding into his veins. 

  And only when he closed his eyes again and let his mind wander across all the events of the night, did he remember Jeongin’s face. And the way he had looked at Minho in the taxi that night, practically begging Minho to keep him updated because he wasn’t able to get close to Felix in that situation. Because Minho wouldn't allow it. 

  Without giving it another thought, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone with the crumbled piece of paper that held Jeongin’s number on it. He texted something short and simple. 

Today 

04:37

Got home, Felix is going to the hospital with his older brother, Chris. 

  Almost within an instant, Jeongin was typing out a reply. Like he had been waiting and sitting at his phone for the last few hours just expecting an update. 

That’s good. I’m glad he has someone like you in his life. 

Like you care— your cliche of friends is fucking deplorable. 

Easy for you to say that when you have no idea what we all went through in high school. Where were you when Felix was growing up? When he was being bullied relentlessly at school and in a toxic relationship? 

  Everything stopped for Minho after that. 

  The air in his lungs stopped circulating, his brain stopped running a mile a minute. 

  And all of the puzzle pieces clicked together. 

  All of the doubts and wonderings, 

  All the times he caught tiny glimpses of the real Felix— the one that was buried under all the liquor and glitz and sex, 

  Jeongin offered up the real version of the blonde male, just like that. 

What do you mean by a toxic relationship? 

  For a few minutes, there was complete radio silence on Jeongin’s end. And Minho knew that he was right— knew that he had no right to berate Felix’s friends and get mad at their lack of compassion and support when Minho had been out of Felix’s life for so long… when he had pushed him away and out of his presence for years on end.

I don’t see the point of sugar-coating things, and I know Felix looks up to you too much to ever tell you this shit in the first place, so it's for his own fucking good. 

Please, just fucking tell me. What happened to him in high school? Why did he change so dramatically from the last time I saw him in our childhood til now? 

  Then, Jeongin was typing again. 

The relationship he was in was— famous around school back in the day. Everyone knew about it and didn’t do anything to stop it. Not even his family knew, he tried to keep it a secret from everyone. Guess he met some dude at a diner, and they fell in love — or if you can even call it that when you’re fifteen and the other guy is thirty-two. 

I didn’t even know about it, til Felix came to me with a beat-up face and a bruised neck, and half his clothes missing one day. He was crying in my arms and begging me not to leave his side and when I finally got the truth out of him I wanted to fucking kill the monster that had hurt my best friend so much. The man had groomed him and shit, forced him to fall in love, then proceeded to do all kinds of crazy stuff with him- sex and whatnot. Would sometimes beat him up too. 

Felix never said it explicitly, but I knew that the guy had raped him. A lot. We got the police to investigate without his family knowing because Jisung’s dad was a police chief. Got that man locked up for a long time, and thank god for Seungmin who— 

  Minho couldn’t read anymore after that. Instead, he threw his phone across the floor and raced to the nearby bathroom. Throwing the door open, he fell to his knees, gripping the toilet seat and letting everything flow out. All the liquor and pain and sadness. 

  It felt like his heart was squeezing the life right out of him, racing like a crazed horse. His palms were so sweaty, that he found it hard to grip onto the porcelain toilet seat. And even after he felt like he had emptied himself of everything, he couldn’t stop. 

  Like his body was rejecting everything and forcing himself to get rid of it all.

  His stomach was constricting so much with all of the pain, but he wasn’t able to stop. 

  He couldn’t even see the toilet bowl in front of him, his eyes so clouded with the mist of tears. They left a mess on his cheeks, the sudden headache he was getting killing his temples. 

  Groomed. 

  Beaten. 

  Abused. 

  Raped. 

  The last of those things kept replaying over and over again in his mind, like a broken record that was stuck on the same track. 

  And he hadn’t known— he hadn’t known, this whole time. 

  He hadn’t thought to ask, hadn’t pondered on the idea of it... 

  Because no— how could it ever be? 

  Not cute, innocent little Lee Felix. 

  Not his Felix. 

  A version of Felix — the one that he knew during his childhood - flashed across the front of Minho’s mind then. All dark tresses, wide eyes, and a perpetual smile on his face. 

  So perfect, so unbroken, so ethereal and beautiful. 

  And all of that had been ripped away from him, by force and by hatred and by a fucking monster of a human. 

  But no, the man who took away everything wasn’t even human. Wasn’t even a man. He was a vile, cesspool. A viper hiding in plain sight, in the thick of a forest. 

  At the thought of the demon that had hurt Felix so much, Minho finally managed to stop himself from dry-heaving. Instead, he sat back and pressed his spine to the bathroom’s nearby wall. 

  Jeongin was right. 

  He hadn’t been there for Felix. 

  Through the worst time of his life, Minho was nowhere to be found. Even when Felix was going through hell and back every single day growing up into adulthood, Minho was a whisper on the horizon. Never to be found or contacted. 

  And even now that they were adults— he was still pulling away from Felix. Because of his stupid issues and his feelings about their entire relationship. 

  But everything made so much sense now… 

  The desperation, 

  The near begging, 

 The tears and cutting. 

  It was all a rebound. 

  Minho was Felix’s rebound. 

  And Minho had the sneaking suspicion that the whole reason Felix had showed up at the same university as him was to find Minho again. 

  To make that connection again, after so many years and after so much hurt and abuse. 

  And instead of reaching out a hand and helping Felix through the pain, instead of being his stronghold and comfort, he abandoned Felix. 

  Just like everyone else did in Felix’s life. 

  Minho’s head was pounding so much at that moment, that he could barely see or think anymore. The tears were fogging up his vision, as he shifted through the dorm and into his room again. Flopping down into his bed, he buried his face into his pillow. 

  The one Felix’s head had been lying on for the past few hours. 

  The one that held his scent now— of flowers and everything sweet and fruity. 

  Minho used it to muffle his cries, gripping ahold of the downy fabric as the violent sods wracked through his entire body. 

  He could feel his limbs giving up on him, as the weariness from all the emotions, thoughts and trauma began to wash over him. And he tried to fight it— tried to fight the sleep that he wanted so badly to evade, but he just… couldn’t. Like his body was shutting down, forcing him into sleep because it knew how badly he needed it. 

  And the last thing that crossed his mind, that came up into his vision, was Felix’s sketchbook… 

  Of the drawing on the other page Minho had studied that night, besides the portrait of the dancer- of him. 

  That human head, with the distressed colors and the dark, depressing aura… 

  It had been a self-portrait. 

  Of Felix. 

  The entire time, Minho had never realized. 

  And Minho wondered when he had drawn that— what time frame it was encapsulated in. 

  But at least, now he knew why Felix had drawn it. 

  Even so, knowing the why behind the drawing was almost worse than having glimpsed it in the first place. 

  It killed Minho so much inside, that the last thing he felt was his heart squeezing desperately in his chest before his body gave up on him and the darkness seeped into the corners of his brain. Creating a shadowy haze over everything, dreamland avoided him. Instead, he was met with bleak nothingness. 

─── ⋆⋅ ♰ ⋅⋆ ───

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[angstyaches]

Hey! Here’s the headache request #2 lol

Charlie or shayne (this feels more like Charlie to me, but whatever you feel like!) with an awful headache that is absolutely killer, and it’s lay-on-the-floor-of-the-bathroom-with-the-lights-out-and-cool-washcloth-over-the-forehead-time, except the other one doesn’t know that quite yet until they find them in pain and puking their absolute guts up, which cues lots of gentle caretaking, soft comforting whispers, and maybe camping out on the floor together until the poor kid is able to get some sleep and wake up feeling a little better.

Again, I'm so sorry for losing your original request! I didn't quite make it to the sleep/feeling better, because I felt it come to a natural end.

Word Count: 1458

CW: headache, emeto, demon possession, character needs help moving.

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He gasped deeply, swallowing back a howl of pain. His stomach was lurching under his ribs, unable to still itself under the amount of pressure that radiated from his left temple.

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much that he couldn’t believe this was real, he couldn’t believe he’d ever known a time when his head hadn’t felt like it was being drilled into.

With clammy hands, Charlie felt around on the floor for the wet cloth that he’d been holding against his head before the vomiting had set in. It’d been his second course of action, after downing some ibuprofen (which were now swimming in the toilet drain), and before killing the bathroom light. He finally found it and dragged it towards himself, pressing it to his head and holding it up with an elbow on the toilet seat. Usually, he’d have shuddered in dread at the thought of putting a cloth on his face if it had just been sitting on the bathroom floor, but there was no room for pickiness now.

Besides, he was sure the floor had been washed that week. Yeah. Maybe.

An unproductive retch made his throat clench and forced his jaw open. He was almost relieved to think that he was nearing empty; once the nausea passed, he could focus on becoming a reclining statue on the floor again. Most annoying was the fact that the puking was a result of the headache, but was also making it worse.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, the demon CT mumbled, Human bodies make no sense.

“Charlie, you okay?” That was a voice from the real world, specifically from the other side of the bathroom door. “You’ve been gone ages.”

Before he could even entertain the idea of responding, thick chunks rolled up Charlie’s throat and into the water. He dreaded to even begin to think what those chunks once contained.

“Charlie…?”

Before Charlie could protest, CT’s telekinesis kicked it and unlocked the bathroom door. Shit, he thought, flinching at the sound of the door clicking open. He yanked the cloth down over his eyes, desperate to keep his eyes covered.

“Don’t turn on the light,” Charlie hissed, feeling the demon’s energy kicking in to replace that which he’d already lost from his own body. The effort of talking was so intense, like every word was a kick to the inside of his skull with a steel-toed boot. He barely mumbled out a groan as he pushed himself upwards, his whole body thrusting back and forth lightly with the repeated spasms that went through his tummy.

“You’re sick?” Shayne mumbled, clicking the door shut slowly and cutting off the light from the landing.

“Mmhmm…” Charlie reckoned Shayne had figured it out hours ago, despite his best efforts to appear cheerful during the evening. It wasn’t often that Elliott and Felix made the trip out to Mulberry, and the last thing Charlie had wanted was for anyone to be worried about him. “Headache… bad one.”

As expected, Shayne let out a sigh. “You should’ve said something…”

“Please don’t yell at me,” Charlie gasped, saliva running down his chin as he hovered about the toilet seat.

“This is literally as quiet as I can –” Shayne shut himself up with a soft grunt. He knelt beside Charlie. It was obvious that he intended on rubbing his back while he continued to heave over the toilet, but Charlie had other intentions now that his boyfriend was here.

And by boyfriend, he meant human pillow.

The tiles were freezing as he lowered himself to the ground again. He’d sweat so much more since he’d started throwing up, and his clothes were a little damp and felt disgusting against his skin.

He didn’t really care about the rest of his body, though, as long as he could lay his head in Shayne’s lap. Shivers ran down his back, direct waves of tension that trickled down from his skull.

Charlie whined, low in his throat, as Shayne brushed his hair back from his forehead and laid the cloth across it. His fingers moved slowly and gently as always. It was as though Shayne believed Charlie’s skull was made of eggshell, and that it might have cracked and collapsed inwards if it was put under any serious amount of pressure.

Whereas honestly, it felt more like his head might crack from the pressure coming from the inside.

Even as he was lying still, Charlie felt like his head was being wrenched to the side, as though he was nailed to a turntable that was set spinning slowly. Only the sensation of Shayne playing with his hair kept him somewhat grounded, and even that didn’t feel like nearly enough.

“Just cut it off.” His voice was getting higher as time went on, like he was an old tea kettle slowly coming to the boil. “I want it gone, just – just chop it off.”

Shayne frowned. “Your hair?”

“My fucking head!”

“Sssshhhh…” Shayne’s fingertips glided down the nape of Charlie’s neck. In contrast to the light touch, Charlie could feel his own muscles tensing up, hard as rocks. Every inch of his body was reacting to the pain which, in itself, only really took up about one inch of his skull. "It's okay."

“It's not! I hate this,” he whimpered.

“I know...”

A low groan from the pit of his stomach alerted him to the fact that the convulsions were traveling through his insides again, and he choked on a sob. His head was still in pain after laying it in Shayne’s lap, but it was the most comfortable he’d been in ages. He didn’t want to get on his knees again and lose even more of his dinner.

His chest tightened with a hiccup. Shayne cupped a hand around his shoulder, ready to help him back up.

Charlie tried to hum in protest, but squeezed his lips together upon tasting acid on his tongue. His spine jerked him forward, curling him up even tighter. The cloth dropped off of his forehead again, but this time Shayne grabbed it before it could sit on the tiles for too long.

“Charlie –”

“I c-can’t, I can’t sit up!” He clapped a hand over his lips as his stomach clenched again.

“I’m so sorry, Charlie, just remember I love you.”

“Wh-wha –?” The floor suddenly seemed to tilt in the opposite direction, or maybe it was entire fucking planet, because Charlie suddenly didn’t know which way was up or down. He felt Shayne pulling his arm up around the back of his neck, dragging him to his knees and draping him over the toilet seat. Charlie could barely see for the stars exploding in his vision, but when sickly liquid clawed its way up his throat, he heard it hit another body of liquid at the bottom of the bowl. “Fuck…”

“You’re okay,” Shayne whispered, right next to his face. Charlie’s chin was practically resting on his shoulder. His arm was draped over Shayne’s other shoulder, like he was injured and being dragged off the battlefield.

He felt another wave of nausea bubble up under his ribs, his stomach letting out an uneasy gurgle. Charlie shut his eyes as a mouthful of bile stung his throat before cascading out of him. Needles of white-hot pain shot through his head.

A gentle knock on the door sounded like an elephant being dropped on the landing.

“Fuck – what?” Shayne hissed, turning his head to project his voice away from Charlie’s delicate eardrums.

“Is everything okay?” a voice asked from the other side of the door. Sounded like Felix. “Do you… need anything?”

Part of Charlie wanted to beg for some more ibuprofen to kill the agony in his head, but another wrenching pain in his gut told him it wouldn’t stay down this time either. He heard Shayne hesitate, probably having the same realisation.

“Water might be good,” Shayne said back.

“Blanket,” Charlie choked out softly. He had a horrible feeling he wouldn’t be moving from the tiles for a long time yet.

Shayne sighed again, rubbing a hand along Charlie’s spine. “And the blanket from the sofa, Fee.”

After chucking up another sliver of whatever was still in his stomach, Charlie turned his head and nuzzled into the hollow between Shayne’s shoulder and neck. His body would have crumpled to the ground if it hadn’t been practically tangled up with Shayne’s.

“P-please don’leave me,” he mumbled, realising his was slurring his words.

“Love,” Shayne whispered, sighing in the way he did that let Charlie know he’d just said something mildly infuriating. He wrapped an arm around Charlie’s waist and pulled him even closer, taking even more of his weight now that the sporadic vomiting seemed to have stopped. For now. “I’d never dream of it.”

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝕋𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ~

Part II

© sailorhyunjinz 2021; Rights Reserved

All picture rights to their respective owners.

ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥: Photographer!Hyunjin x fem!model!reader, model!bestfriend!Felix, barista!Seungmin, agedup!straykids, fluff, character driven story, stranger to lovers, summer!au, mentions of death/passing away, mentions of injury, slight angst, mentions of self doubt, mentions of bad economy. 

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 4.6 k 

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: lmao if anyone is wondering why the cafe is open at night; it actually exists! most commonly found in korea but hey this fic doesnt have a set place so just imagine that it’s a cafe that works 24/7 ALRIGHTY? 

If you have any feedback I’m more than happy to receive it! <3

Taking pictures of you - MASTERLIST

ONE｜TWO｜THREE

“What do you think this means? Why does he want to contact me?”

You anxiously paced around the living room, Felix sitting on the small grey sofa, his soft brown eyes going from left to right, following your distressed figure.

“Maybe he just wanted to talk to you directly, make it feel more personal you know?”

Felix sounded unsure of his own answer as he tilted his head questioningly, his gaze still glued on you.

“But why does he want to know me personally? Does he do this with every model?” You bit your lip as you thought, stopping hastly before running to the kitchen and grabbing the water bottle from the day of the photoshoot. 

“y/n! What are you even...” Felix abruptly halted his sentence before widening his eyes at your intentions.

“Surely you’re not actually gonna call him?” he asked in surprise.

“I should at least find out what his motive is! I can’t just ignore the poor boy can I?” you held the water bottle tightly in your hand, removing the plastic wrapper with the number scribbled on and observed his delicate handwriting.

“He seems...strange, to say the least. He rarely talks to people during events and is only ever interested in anything that involves his work.” 

Felix knew since he himself was a model. The two of you met during a casting in the earlier years of your career, both being youthful teenagers with dreams and slightly puffy cheeks, babyfat that eventually got away and revealed your hidden features. The day of the casting Felix injured his foot causing him to fall when walking in front of the hawk-eyed judges. Your heart ached when you saw his desperate figure on the cold floor, he was just like everyone else in that frigid casting room, just a youngster with a dream. You passed the audition, smiling as you accepted a blue clipboard with papers from the judges, feeling everyone’s eyes drilling into your back with jealousy. Moments later, after night had fallen over the big city, you found Felix hunched over a small step of stairs meant for the fire escape. 

“H-hey,,,uhm, are you fine?”

You hestitated speaking to the quivering boy, his hands covering his face as tears dripped of his chin. 

“W-what do you care?!” he spat towards you, his attitude making you want to leave but you felt to guilty to do that, after all he was simply upset and not actually mad. 

You inched closer to his cowered body and sat down next to him on the hard stone steps. You looked at him in guilt. You had passed the audition but how were you any better than him? Softly, you put your hand on his shoulder, patting it a couple of times and letting the dark haired boy cry out, his sobs echoing in the dark stairway. He leaned into your touch and you ended up hugging him in silence for what seemed like hours. 

Times change and here he is. Signed to a highly respectable agency and catching flights left to right. Nothing more made you prouder than knowing that he didn’t give up on his dream.

“Felix! He’s not strange... maybe he’s just shy?” you tried to defend Hyunjin but realised how defensive you got over somebody you barely knew.

“Shy? In this line of work?” he furrowed his eyebrows, glancing at the white wrapper in your hands. “I’m not sure...what if he’s interested in you in that way?”

Your heart almost jumped out of your chest upon hearing Felix’s words. 

“You mean r-romantically?” you cleared your throat, feeling butterflies in the depths of your stomach. 

“Well...that will never happen, don’t wanna ruin your career, right y/n?”

Your gaze fell onto the white wrapper in your hand as your heart started beating faster. 

“R-right y/n?” He coughed as you grabbed your phone and started typing in the digits, glancing over at the wrapper and pressing accordingly. 

“Y/n, are you crazy? What if he actually has romatic interests in you? That could ruin both of your careers especially since he’s a world famous photographer that has every girl wrapped around his finger because of his looks.” Felix spoke bitterly, looking at your phone screen and then back at you with heightened eyebrows. 

“I’ll guess I’ll have to find out, Felix” 

“Ok but do that after I leave, I don’t want to hear you talk about him anymore and also be careful. You never know whats brewing on the inside in people like him” he said while rolling his eyes.

“What you wanna eat then bestie?” you laughed as you threw your phone onto the couch and made your way to the pantry. 

♡ 

Hours later Felix was waveing at your from the other of the door, you waved back at the freckled boy, smiling at him. 

“Be careful with that dude!” he yelled as he walked down to the flight of stairs, his voice echoing in the old apartment complex. 

“I will, mom!” you laughed at his cute consideration before shutting the heavy door. 

Silence broke out once the door shut, leaving you alone in the apartment yet again. You dragged your feet on the light laminated floor, making your way to the couch where your phone was buried underneath a multitude of pillows. 

“Where did I put that number”. You searched for it, finding your phone and the wrapper wedged between two seat cushions. Sitting down, you landed with a thump on the soft couch, the blue light from your phone emitting onto your face as you typed in the number yet again. A big lump was situated in your throat, your hands shaking as you sent a message to the number. 

[y/n] Hi! It’s y/n, it was a pleasure working with you. 

You stared at the message you sent before cursing to yourself. 

“Why the fuck did I write that? He’s gonna think that I’m some sort of weirdo, can I ever do anything ri-”

A pling from your phone erupted in the living room, catching you off guard. It’s probably not him, why would he reply so fast?

You were wrong, it was him.

[Hyunjin] Hello! It’s Hyunjin, hope you weren’t too surprised at me leaving my number. I’m just happy that you decided to reply. 

You gulped as you typed. It didn’t seem like he’d ever done something like this before. 

[y/n] No, not at all! Did the pictures turn out well?

[Hyunjin] Oh, you haven’t seen them? 

[y/n] My manager usually shows them on the date of the release...

[Hyunjin] How about this, we meet up and I’ll show you the pictures beforehand. We’ll keep it a secret from your company. 

M-meet up? This soon? A million thoughts passed through your mind in an instant, your mind zoning out while your eyes were glued on the well-lit screen that displayed the messages. You were curious about the photos but also about him. Wanting to know more about the blond boy and his abrupt ways you replied back, fingers shaking while moving over the keyboard.

[y/n] Sure, when and where?

You didn’t have any work to do anyways so why not solve the mystery called Hwang Hyunjin?

[Hyunjin] 2 PM, tomorrow

An adress was attached to the message which led to cafe you used to work at, not to far from your place. You placed your phone beside you and looked up at the white ceiling, sighing heavily. Maybe Felix was right, it’s strange to meet someone you’ve only met once, especially since he’s met countless of models just like you if not even better. The thoughts consumed too much of your energy and you ended up falling asleep on the couch, chest heaving peacefully. 

♡ 

The sudden vibration of your phone woke you up, the sun shining through the window as you grabbed your phone, light straining your eyes. 

[Felix] I’m 100% sure that you messaged that dude, right?

You laughed before typing through squinting eyes, laying down on your back.

[y/n] What if I did? 

[Felix] You’re insane 

[y/n] That’s my charm, Lixie~

Putting the phone away you slowly sat up, looking around the sunlit living room as if you’d never seen it before. Rubbing your weary eyes, you yawned before thinking ‘breakfast!’

Without even taking one step to the kitchen your phone vibrated once again. You lifted your eyebrow at the signal but ignored it for the time being, thinking that’s it’s Felix pestering you about your desicion to talk to Hyunjin. After you made a bowl of porridge and quickly washed up in the bathroom you grabbed the phone, wanting to scroll through your socials but what you saw on your home screen made the spoon of porridge that was on it’s way towards your mouth stop.

[Hyunjin] Slept well?

You’ve met him once and he’s already asking such a question? But something made you believe that this isn’t how he normally is. He’s hiding a type of shyness underneath those bold messages and actions. This Hyunjin isn’t the one that you’ve been described, this is a different Hyunjin. 

Your mind was blank. What do you even reply to that? In search for answers you texted Felix, knowing he wouldn’t give you a good answer but at least some emotional support. 

[y/n] Lixie, what does one reply to the question “Slept well?”

[Felix] You don’t, you pack up your things and you leave.

[y/n] You dickhead

[Felix] That’s my charm y/n~

If you could punch someone through the screen you would punch Felix. Returning back to the message that Hyunjin sent you, you quickly typed something down and sent it. 

[y/n] Yeah, fine! Everything well with you?

[Hyunjin] Yes, it’s fine. See you later then, y/n

The porridge infront of you had cooled down, now being a sloppy mess of oats with a spoon slowly sinking into the substance. You stared at the message before your gaze returned to the breakfast bowl. This wasn’t going to be an easy day. 

♡ 

The clock ticked as your stomach was filling up with butterflies, one by one. 

“This is a casual meeting not a date, y/n” you mumbled as you tapped your foot, standing infront of the multiple racks of clothing in your slightly stuffy walk-in closet. You rarely wore even half of the clothes. Most of the pieces were sent by companies or given to you after photoshoots, this being both a blessing and a curse. 

Your hand gravitated towards a white blouse with puffy sleeves because it reminded you of him. You shook your head wanting to get the thought out of your head. You hated that you cared so much about him but at the same time you knew why. Because he ignited a feeling of longing. A feeling called love. 

Snatching the blouse from it’s hanger you digged through your drawers and fished up a pair of beige colored wide pants. You glanced at the brown watch on your wrist as you stepped into the pants, pulling off your pyjama top in one swift motion before putting on the flowy blouse. You looked in the mirror, combing through your hair with your fingers and reaching for a pair of pearl earrings that rested in a small tray infront of the mirror. Turning around, you observed the shelf that displayed the dozens of shoes in your possession, all while tilting your head and putting on the small pearls. Varnished heels would be good, right? Stretching out your arm to grab the heels, your gaze feel on your watch. As usual, you were going to be late and you hoped with every bit of your mind that Hyunjin wouldn’t find you rude. With the heels on you grabbed your purse, throwing in your keys that were decorated with keychains off all shapes and sizes as you staggered out the door. 

The breeze hit your face as you made your way down the street, the heels clicked against the broad stone sidewalk making both women and men turn their heads. Lucky for you, Hyunjin chose the cafe where you happened to know somebody working at. 

That somebody being your friend Seungmin. 

You see, when you were just starting your career money was an issue. Your family wasn’t well off and when you set out to find your calling in the big city without a stable job your family was worried to say the least. You moved into a small apartment that more looked like a mouse burrow than an apartment. Holding a bag of trash you went down to the lobby of the apartment complex, the trashcan reeking as you lifted the lid and quickly threw in the bag, bending your spine backwards with a disgusted look on your face. Walking back you accidentally knocked down a paper that was resting on a corkboard by just how fast you walked passed. The light yellow paper landed infront of your feet, halting your movements. You picked it up.

« Searching for barista assistent »

The pay wasn’t too bad and neither were the working hours and so you folded the paper and went back into the apartment, smiling as you thought that this was the moment when everything changed. 

And it did. Seungmin became one of your first friends in the city, right after Felix came into your life. You have very fond memories of that cafe. Working late nights with Seungmin, drinking coffee to stay awake through the late hours. 

“What’s your dream, y/n?” Seungmin asked on one of the first days, still not knowing who you were and what your goals in this big city was.

“I-i want to become a model” you muttered underneath your breath, scared that he was going to belittle you and crush your dreams into nothing but fine powder.

“I believe in you, y/n” he said in a low voice, wiping the counter, not making eye contact as you stood on the other side. 

Silence overtook the empty cafe, the low humming of cars on the road being the only noise that was heard before you cleared your throat, looking down at your shoes and leaning against the counter.

“Thank you Seungmin, that means a lot” you said before the silence took over again. 

You swore you could’ve cried right then and there. Hearing those words when being in such a vulnerable situation really did mean a lot to you. His words stuck with you and in every interview where the interviewer asked about what you want to tell to aspiring models you always said those words. “I believe in you.”

The neon pink open sign in the window was brightly lit, the silhouette of people sipping on their lattes and chatting could be seen from the outside of the reminiscent building that was covered in hops. You stepped in, your heels making a loud clicking noise on the dark walnut colored wood flooring.

“How can I hel- y/n!!” Seungmin looked up at you, standing infront of the espresso machine as steam was billowing out. The other co-workers gave you a glance before returning to their tasks. 

“y/n! I haven’t seen you in so long, how are you?” he asked, you had contact on the phone but didn’t meet each other too much due to different schedules. 

“Minnie! I’ve missed you!” you squealed out as he walked through the low wooden gate that seperated the working area from the rest of the cafe. Seungmin pulled you into a hug, warmness emitting onto you as your bodies touched. 

“I’ve been good!” you continue, smiling as you pulled away from the hug seeing Seungmins waist defined by the strings of the apron wrapping around him, a kitchen towel hanging from his shoulder. 

“But I have to tell you something, Seungmin” you say quietly making the dark haired boy tilt his head in question. 

“I’m meeting Hwang Hyunjin here in about 5″ you say with a smirk, knowing Seungmin would be jealous.

“Wait,,, the Hwang Hyunjin?!” he said a bit too loudly, alerting the customers before he turned to them with a embarrassed smile, bowing his head in an apology. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“He was the one that suggested it, I couldn’t help it” you answered to which Seungmin’s eyes widened.

“H-he knows about this place?” He was stunned as he looked into your warm eyes.

“Yeah? Such a coincidence right? I was sur-” Your sentence was cut short as Seungmin’s breath hitched and a cold breeze hit your back. You turned back and there he was. 

Hyunjin. 

His presence shined in the relativly small rustic cafe. A white t-shirt and black slacks decorated his well toned body, a long leather coat draping over his shoulders as his black boots shined perfectly. Multiple silver chains hanged around his neck and the rings from last time were boldly placed on his lanky fingers. The blonde boy is tightly gripping what looks to be brown leather computer clutch. 

He waved awkwardly and you smiled sweetly his way, playfully hitting Seungmin whose mouth was wide open, looking at the dashing boy. Hyunjin walked over to you, the other guests staring and some of them already picking up their phones to capture this moment. He looked oddly stiff, mannerisms totally different from how you saw him last. 

“Hi Hyunjin! uhm,,, this is my friend Seungmin, he works here.” you said, trying to initiate a conversation but only earning a wide eyed expression from Seungmin before Hyunjin spoke. 

“Nice to meet you!” he smiled, his eyes forming into half-moons.

Seungmin snapped back to reality before bowing slightly, his eyes twinkling and his ruffled hair landing infront of his deep brown eyes.

“It’s an honor to meet you, mr Hwang” 

Hyunjin chuckles slightly at his cute gesture.

“Your cafe seemed charming” was the only thing he could response before looking at you and blushing. 

“2 americanos, Minnie” you said, momentarily glancing at Hyunjin before staring down at your heels. 

“It’s on me” Seungmin leaned in to whisper in your ear to which you giggled and looked at Hyunjin’s confused expression. You pointed at a table in the corner of the cafe with your chin, signaling to sit down.

As you walked over to the cedar table you couldn’t help but to wonder about his duality. He seemed so comfortale last time, talking to you with no problem and being as bold as to leave his number but now he seemed like a young school boy that wanted to ask his crush out. You started to understand what Felix meant by “people like him”. 

You sat down on one of the wooden chairs with steel details, the only thing seperating you from Hyunjin being the light ash table. He pulls out his computer, clicking away as you observe his perfect features. His concentrated eyes were fierce but had a soft gaze, his plush pink lips being soft, perfect for kissing you thought as your eyes drifted to his adams apple that bobbed everytime he swallowed.

Before Hyunjin could show you his screen Seungmin came over, shyly placing the drinks on the table and striking his sweet smile your way to which you laughed inaudibly until he went back behind the counter, observing the action from afar. 

Hyunjin cleared his throath nervously as he turned his computer to show you the colorful photos, looking at your judging gaze in reassurance as he sipped on his americano. 

You were amazed. The photoshoot seemed simple when you modelled but no one could have ever guessed that by just looking at the photo. It had a touch of charisma. The angles, the lighting and the editing made this originally plain photo look dimentional while still having a youthful touch with the pastels.

“W-what do you think?” He said, looking at the screen as his ring finger flicked through the pictures, pressing on the right arrow key on the keyboard. 

“It’s amazing, no wonder you’re so famous” you said while grabbing your americano without lifting your gaze from the enticing photos. Heat rose to Hyunjin’s cheeks upon hearing your words. Sure, he’d heard it before but not from you. Not in that cute, geniune voice that ringed through his ears like music. 

“Thank you y/n” he said, his gaze drifting over to you. He was stunned from how beautiful you looked in the cozy ambiance of the cafe. A wall plant descended down behind you as your eyes twinkled when you caught eye contact with the blond boy. Everything he wanted to do right now was to capture your beauty, make this moment last forever. 

“Earth to Hyunjin” you said, giggling as his gaze froze on you, feeling your heated cheeks get even hotter. 

“Uhm,,, s-sorry, wanna get some sneak peaks from other photoshoots?”

You nodded excitingly, feeling special but also questioning why he treated you so specially. He was shy, theres no doubt about that but it almost seems like he trusts you. You move your chair closer to him, wanting to see the screen properly before you notice Hyunjin shifting awkwardly in his seat, not used to being this close to you. 

“H-here are some I took last week, another one of mr Styliz many projects” he smiled timidly before taking another sip of his beverage. 

Once again you were amazed by his talent but what caught your attention even more was how undressed the female model was, her curvy body being covered by nothing more than a short glittery dress with a plunging neckline, displaying her cleavage. In her hands there was a delicate red bottle, decorated with art deco lines.

“What was the concept?” you asked, curious of this sensual vibe that emitted from this photo. 

“Something along the lines of elegancy. It’s for Aurora Perfumes”

He namedropped the famous brand in the most colloquial fashion, seemingly an everyday occurence for him. 

“Y-you worked for Aurora? That’s,,, wow” you were speechless as Hyunjin quietly giggled at your reacting, waveing his hand in the air in disagreement.

“I don’t like to b-brag about my career so hopefully I don’t come across that way” he said, almost worryingly. 

“No! Not all, it’s really impressive, your entire career is.”

Your sweet voice made his heart flutter, never before had he heard compliments sound this pleasant. 

“Why did you become a photographer?” you asked, your curiosity bubbling over as he looked at you with his penetrating brown eyes. The mood suddenly got cold. Hyunjin took a deep breath, exhaling loudly from his nose as you sipped on your coffee. 

“I’m an only child and therefore I spent a lot of time with my grandparents when I was younger.” 

You knew this was going to be a sad story, you bit the inside of your cheek, regretting asking that question as you thought that it might be too personal but judging from how Hyunjin’s words spilled from his mouth you believed that he felt comfort telling you.

“They had photoalbums stacked up in their attic which I flipped through for hours, observing their youth and innocence and seeing how time fled by. When I got my first camera I was overjoyed, taking pictures of everything around me and putting them up on my wall, acting as if my room was an art gallery.”

He smiled when talking, his voice turning mellow as he reminisced. 

“But when my grandparents passed away,,, I noticed that I didn’t have any photos of them nor of my friends or family which made me feel disappointed. I had spent so much of my time trying to capture beauty when beauty was infront me.”

Shivers ran down your spine as his sugared voice ran through the words. Hyunjin looked nervously down on the table and you did the same, not knowing what to say or how to comfort the blond boy. 

“I-I’m sorry for your loss” 

That was the only sentence you could muster to say but Hyunjin glanced at you, his dimples appearing as he smiled. 

“Why are you sorry? No one usually asks me that question so it feels nice to get it off my chest.”

You nodded shyly as silence erupted in between the two of you. 

“It really was a pleasure working with you y/n, I would like to have you modell for me again” he blurts out, trying to put an end to the painful silence.

“Y-you what? B-but my manager hasn’t told me anything ab-”

“No, just the two of us.”

You went quiet, not believing your ears. A photoshoot, the two of you? Isn’t that practically a confession? Your dazed mind seemed to wander off to places far off, imagining the tension that would be looming over the both of you. Felix sure as hell wasn’t going to like this but you didn’t care. Hyunjin seemed comfortable with you, talking as if he’d known you for years and now he was asking you to modell for him? Saying no to this opportunity would be a crime.

“S-sure, when were you thinking?”

“You free tomorrow?” Hyunjin says, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs comfortably, looking up at you through a curtain of blonde. 

“Yeah,,, sounds great!”

A smile crept up on your face as heat rose to your cheeks, feeling everything and nothing all at once. In this moment you didn’t care about the shutter coming from the guests phone cameras. You just cared about him. 

The next half an hour went by in a blur. In that short time you probably covered half of the conversational topics on this earth. Hyunjin laughed as you told him about your childhood.

“That’s so cute y/n”

“Well it wasn’t cute in the moment but now I can laugh at it” you laughed with him, stroking a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

“I think you’re cute y/n” 

“Of course I was cute when I was little” you roll your eyes at him, tears prickling in your eyes from laughter but when you glanced at Hyunjin he wasn’t laughing, he was simply observing you. 

“I think you’re cute now” 

You froze. All these things he’s saying made your heart beat faster than ever, a nervosity that couldn’t be described with words.

“You too” you exclaimed without thinking to which Hyunjin glanced at you with a grin. He coughed before streching his arms.

“Time to head home?” He said, packing up his computer. 

“Yeah, I have something to do” you said looking at your watch, knowing very well that you had absolutely nothing to do for the rest of the day except for anxiously thinking out every potential scenario that could occur tomorrow.

“Meet me at my studio tomorrow at 5 pm”

You nodded carefully, knowing exactly where his famous studio was.

“Don’t tell Bangchan I showed you the photos” he laughed mischievously, looking a bit like a ferret. 

“Alright, alright I won’t even though I really want to tell him how good of a photographer you are” you said cheekily as you stood up. The both of you headed towards the wooden door with glass panes, flashing a wink towards Seungmin that had his eyebrows heightened, amazed from how the little cafe lit up with two attractive people walking side by side. 

Outside the sun beamed, the bustling of the city and high skyscrapers stimulating your senses. 

“Guess I’ll see you tomorrow Hyunjin”

You scratch the back of your neck nervously as you speak before remembering something.

“Oh! Do you have a concept in mind?”

“Wear whatever, I’ll think of a way around it” he said. 

“Mhm! See you tomorrow!”

“Text me when you’re home, ok?” 

That sentence made your heart flutter and before you could embarrass yourself by saying anything stupid he waved, his rings shining in the sunlight. Turning around, you promptly started walking back home.

Your heart thumping, your thoughs scattered, your mind dazed. 

𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

@vogueinnie @that-anxious-bisexual @putmetogetheragain13 @hyunsluvv @lawleighette @meow-minho @minaamhh @ohmysparkle @hwangi @rindomo​ @fleeingreality @nycol-ie​ @jisungsplatforms @p0t4t0don14ll

[kiss4kazu]

ooh! can i request something spicy?? maybe headcanons of claude, dimitri, and felix’s kinks?

spicy hcs | dimitri, felix, claude

this is combo between just kink hcs and also how first times being freaky w these three go hahhahahahhahah screams. this is not safe for kiddos so proceed with caution folks 

felix <3 

whew, okay. sweats. um 

so the first time u and felix do the do was definitely not planned. things tend to escalate a lot with felix when it comes to intimacy. pecks goodnight lead up to make out sessions and all of a sudden his hand is down your pants and you’re honestly not complaining. 

felix is definitely more of a giver than a receiver, not because he liked giving, but because he liked being in control. he liked seeing you writhe beneath him and all that jazz. 

he’d definitely deny you from reaching your high multiple times, partially to draw out the activity since you tend to come quite quickly beneath his touch but also because hearing you whine his name helplessly was a really big fucking turn on and he always swelled with pride knowing he was the only person who can turn you into a sobbing mess. 

felix has 2 moods. his soft and pliant types of fucking, and his arrogant, i’m big bad felix fraldarius and my cock is 30inches long type of fucking. he knows hes hot, he knows he has a pretty dick, might as well utilize it.

he hates praise when it’s ingenuine, for things intangible that he hadn’t earned himself. when it’s people praising him for his title or the power of a fraldarius battalion. 

but praise when it comes from you? when it’s you letting him know just how amazing he feels inside of you, how with every thrust of his hips your brain short-circuits and your eyes water with unspilled tears? when it’s you not being able to even form coherent words anymore because felix fraldarius is throbbing inside of you... yeah, that kind of praise. it does wonders for him and his dick. 

he’s also into hair-pulling

and overstimulation

hes also rly rly easily jealous like if someone else was making eyes with you or perhaps you were giggling a little too loudly with some handsome noble he’d just yank you away and march u up the stairs to his dormitory before kissing you hard 

he’s the type to make u beg and be rly possessive he’d just fuck you so ruthlessly hair stuck to his skin, panting “you’re mine. mine. say it” and u would just cry bc why tf he so sexy hello-

as mentioned in my kissing post, felix sucks the life out of you when he kisses you so it’s only logical that he fucks the life out of you too.  

im kidding ofc!! not rly

although he’s on the giving end of things, it’s still completely self-indulgent, felix gets off just knowing he’s getting you off because he’s a sexy narcissist like that. 

but on some days, he really really wanted you to know he cared a lot about you. 

felix isn’t the best with words, but he was really good with his tongue, so things usually worked out okay. he’d kiss you, everywhere. every inch of you, leaving hickeys in even the most visible places because who fucking cares. you were his, he needed you to know that. he needed everyone to know that. 

he can be sensitive sometimes too, make love, if you will. 

he has to be rly emotional tho, so it’s probably after something eventful happens in his life. like when the kingdom takes back fhirdiad, or wins the war. or when he’s sleepy and tired and wakes up hard and is just too lazy to put on his big bad scary persona. 

sleepy felix is submissive felix, aka my favorite felix. sleepy horny felix is all whiny and blushy and just wanted to come and he absolutely despised himself for it

you were well aware of how much he hated himself for being soft and needy, but that made teasing him all the more fun.

so yes, some nights felix would fuck you brainless and soak in the sound of your voice crying out his name helplessly. but on other nights, felix would lay down, his hair splayed against the pillow, your fingers twirling his locks and tugging gently as your other hand jerked him off, lips pressed against his as you breathed in his whines and grunts.

hearing him whine was a really rare sight, but it did slip out occasionally, when you squeezed the base of his member unexpectedly or when you took him deep into your throat and swallowed around him. felix really likes fucking your mouth. 

yeah felix is an emotionally constipated sex god 

claude ! 

whew lord. 

ok so claude, my sweet, cheeky, little shit <3 

the first time probs wasnt even intentional with him either he was just teasing you a little too much and things got a bit carried away but it’s a great time nonetheless

doing the do with claude is probably a rollercoaster ride, he would literally never shut up and would just say the most stupid things and you’d hate yourself for still being so desperate for his touch because somehow in between his terrible jokes and merciless teasing he whispered complete filth into your ears.

he’s a master of dirty talk, chuckling against the shell of your ear at the sound of you choking out a sob at his words, tugging at your earlobe just to spur you on even further. 

“don’t tell me you’re clocking out already?” you’d just glare at him in frustration despite your flushed cheeks and he’d kiss you on the tip of your nose and laugh in amusement at your misery 

he’ll literally do everything but fuck you, covering every inch of your skin in love bites, especially your chest. he’d literally eat you out or suck you off until you were dizzy but if you want him inside of you, he’d definitely make you beg. 

if you ever tried to get smart with him… um, he’d uh .. p-punish you 

not like in a pain kink type of way he’d just pull out right before you could nut and would laugh maniacally in your face afterwards because that’s what you get for being a smart ass ! denying u from coming is basically how he punishes u so its a pretty long night but claude’s really really good with his tongue so you’re guaranteed to come like 3 times at minimum anyways

he’d devour you, all smirks and with eyes filled with mirth and he wouldn’t give in until you were absolutely wrecked under him. 

he’s very um… dominant, i would say

but not an aggressive dom, definitely a playful dom who enjoys edging and teasing a bit too much 

he’s also pretty experimental, i can see claude as a bit of an exhibitionist also, he’d probably fuck you in the cathedral just for shits and giggles 

but he is human and despite how much of  a little shit claude is he’s just as wrecked as you he’s just much better at hiding it 

he’d probs quit the teasing once he himself can’t handle it anymore

and wow uh thats when claude gets all sensual 

when claude’s kind of in overdrive and completely uncoordinated just messily thrusting over and over again to finally get you both to that place thats when he becomes all romantic and lovey 

would compliment you to no amounts end, call you all sorts of pet names like honey, sweetheart, baby, etc. 

his messy curls would stick to his skin, his forehead pressed firmly against yours, verdant eyes blown wide maintaining eye contact with you just for that extra level of intimacy because watching you when you’re like this really drives him over the edge. 

he’d pant against your lips, kiss you roughly and somehow find it in himself to even let out an amused laugh because he’s having sex and that’s kind of funny for some reason

claude’s pull-out game probably a1 but idk he’s possessive in less conventional ways so i feel like he’d  get off to the thought of releasing inside you and watching him drip down your thighs bc yea

claude is also the king of aftercare let it be known

he’d have so much energy after sex for some reason like he’d just hop right up clean your bodies, fetch you tea if you wanted some and curl up with you resting on his chest, running his fingers over the skin of your arms tenderly and smiling softly to himself when exhaustion takes over you and you slip into a warm slumber against his chest. 

i love him bye

dima 

ok so dimi is a busy busy boy and even when he does have free time he’s never entirely there his mind is always kind of somewhere else u know 

he’s always struggled w getting a proper night's rest and always overworks himself into hysteria

so, as his lovely s/o, you presume a nice session to destress will help loosen those knots in his muscles and all that chaos whirring around in his mind

you were thinking a nice trip to the sauna or something

but dimi had other ideas 

 he’d just look at you and his gaze would darken all of a sudden and with just a glance at him you already feel the wind being knocked out of you 

it would be rly sudden, like dimitri’s just rly needy all of a sudden and he’s taking whatever you’ll give rly he has so much pent up stress and needs some form of release and he’s so so emotional and touchy and won’t stop kissing you with so much fervor and desperation

dimi is 1000% a lovemaker im sorry u cannot convince me otherwise. unless he is feral. if he is feral then understandable have a good day. 

he’s all about pampering and kissing every inch of you and asks every five minutes is this okay? are you comfortable? does that hurt? are you sure? because he’s terrible with fragile things and if he ever hurt you he’d never forgive himself poor baby

part of you just wants to grab his face and say !!! im fine !!! you big idiot !! but you just pull him to your chest and nuzzle your face into his neck and breathe him in deeply, kissing his jaw gently before reassuring him i’m fine dimi, stop worrying 

he’d calm down instantly and focus back on the task at hand, pleasuring the love of his life hehe

BODY WORSHIPPING non stop praises just kissing everywhere his lips come across you’d love it but hate it at the same time bc part of you just wants him in u already and the other half of u is just so so enamoured by him and feels so warm and loved and appreciated

he’s more of a giver than a receiver as well though for opposite reasons compared to felix, he worries about your comfort so much to the extent where it distracts him from his own pleasure, and it isn’t until he’s inside of you that he remembers and is like oh wow fuck and yea things dont usually last very long for him since he always neglects his own pleasure in favor of yours. he gets so focused on making u feel good because he loves you so much and he needs you to know that so yeah he doesn’t remember to even touch himself lmao 

you’d probably come like twice before dimi even whips his schlong out 

at the peak of his pleasure tho dimi gets kinda rough ngl. he’s a person whos very emotionally driven so when everything gets to be a bit too much he’s just slamming into you with so much force your skin stings, grip so tight on your hips there’s sure to be bruises in the morning but despite how rough he is his eyes are nothing but gentle and so so loving 

probably says something like oh seiros when he’s about to come LMAOOO 

dimi is also a king with aftercare but he’d probably knock out like a log afterwards and it’d be like the best sleep he’d get tbh all warm and satiated and just content

dimi sex god 

[mzmezzler]

SKZ as Subs

Bang Chan - the OG Service Top

I think when people think of subs they automatically think bottom....very much no

Chan gives me Service Top in heavy waves cause I get the impression that he would like the guiding aspect but also fucktoy play

wouldn’t need too kinky of play to get off

he’s a simple lad

always wants to face you when he fucks you 

look at his ideal type...mans just wants someone to take care of him

probably has a praise kink

I can’t imagine him liking too much pain so be soft with him

“am I going good?” “does it feel good?” “I want to cum together”

gets off on praise and it when you milk him

possessive in the softest way and always wants you close

....so that translates to a breeding kink cause the idea of claiming makes his head fuzzy

Minho - the sub that pretends they aren’t one until it’s obvious

To be realistic, Minho gives me sadist vibes and he reminds me too much of myself to take this seriously...and that won’t stop my pea brain from projecting and writing for him anyway

BUT if he was...he would be such a brat

probably tries to subtly dom to get put back into his place

literally going out of his way to disobey cause he likes the punishments

wouldn’t apologize until you deny him an orgasm

he would suppress his reactions even though he’s so sensitive (nipples, cock, inner thighs, neck, mouth, like everywhere)

goes into deep subspace when the dam breaks

a messy baby too

imagine his eyes rolling back, tongue hanging out, dripping drool over himself

Changbin - *my brain is static*

I see Binnie as one of the boys who would like it a tad bit rougher than most

but honestly I was torn cause I also see him as the baby boy type since he breathes in aegyo

either way he likes the feeling of his skin reddening from your hand or marks left over from toys used to mark him up

would go for the traditional bdsm type of play

I see him as the one to like being dominated in every way possible

loves the intimacy of collaring

peg this man immediately

imagine sweat running over his body as you fuck him with a blindfold on 

onto the cute bits

NEEDS aftercare so much

after such rough play you’ll need to talk him back to you with gentle hands and words

Hyunjin - literally no title just read this

I think there is this collective agreement that Hyunjin is a nasty little pain slut

he's literally so shy, but once you get past that and urge him to tell you what he'd want it would probably suprise you what is behind that blushy pout

And he would be all bashful about his request

" I-i really want to choke me....yeah I can take it. I like the pain"

Mistress/Sir kink

he would be so pretty tied up with a vibe bound to him while you fuck into him

his whimpers would be so pretty as his tears dampen the cloth over his eyes

....Hyunjin in a ballgag

I also have a sneaky suspicion he would look so cute choking on your strap while rutting against your leg

milking him would be a whole ordeal and his sobs and writhing in his bounds couldn't be any cuter

Jisung - Best Boy ™

oh boy....I-

I just know he’d be so good 

I’m calling mommy / Noona kink right now

I simply cannot see this baby wanting play too rough

he would be the one to have a mild oral fixation, wanting anything in his mouth cause he’s also a messy baby

(I get into a maternal mood with Hannie I can't help it 😔)

his lil teeth...he would like to nibble or graze his teeth along your collarbone while you fuck him

would probably dress up if you even mentioned anything kind of about it

skirts, garters, collars, panties, tail plugs

I can see him as one to gravitate towards soft pet play

Like imagine him as a pretty bunny or kitten with a tail plug and a cage on his cocklet ready to ride your thigh

Felix - a literal angel

another og sub

be gentle with him he just wants cuddles and praise

I imagine Felix as such a pillow princess surrounded by like 4 Ryan dolls with his hands curled into the sheets gasping out

also a mama's boy

would go into subspace so easily

not vanilla but also not too kinky

likes tokens so if you could cum in him he would love that. Even just a plug in him

he would make you kiss the jeweled end

Lixie would speak in 3rd person when he is really stimulated

public play with a remote controlled plug ....

Probably has a size kink

[keijislove]

Entranced: Ron Weasley X Reader

"I played like a sack of dragon dung," said Ron in a hollow voice when

the changing room door had swung shut behind Ginny.

You had just had Quidditch practice and you, being one of the best Chasers, tried your best not to tell Ron that you’d given him the easiest serves of all

"No, you didn't," you said firmly.

"You're the best Keeper I tried out, Ron. Your only problem is nerves." Harry added.

You both kept up a relentless flow of encouragement all the way back to the castle, and by the time you reached the second floor, Ron was looking marginally more cheerful. When Harry pushed open the tapestry to take their usual shortcut up to Gryffindor Tower, however, they found themselves looking at Dean and Ginny, who were locked in a close embrace and kissing fiercely as though glued together.

You covered your mouth to supress a giggle as Harry’s features set into a scowl of the deepest loathing.

Ron, looking fairly affronted as well, spoke first.

"Oi!"

Dean and Ginny broke apart and looked around. "What?" said Ginny.

"I don't want to find my own sister snogging people in public!"

"This was a deserted corridor till you came butting in!" said Ginny.

Dean was looking embarrassed. He gave Harry a shifty grin that Harry did not return.

"Er . . . c'mon, Ginny," said Dean, "let's go back to the common room. ..."

"You go!" said Ginny. "I want a word with my dear brother!" Dean left, looking as though he was not sorry to depart the scene.

"Right," said Ginny, tossing her long red hair out of her face and glaring at Ron, "let's get this straight once and for all. It is none of your business who I go out with or what I do with them, Ron --"

"Yeah, it is!" said Ron, just as angrily. "D' you think I want people saying my sister's a --"

"A what?" shouted Ginny, drawing her wand. "A what, exactly?"

"He doesn't mean anything, Ginny --" you coaxingly began.

"Oh yes he does!" she said, flaring up at you. "Just because he's never snogged anyone in his life, just because the best kiss he's ever had is from our Auntie Muriel --"

"Shut your mouth!" bellowed Ron, bypassing red and turning maroon.

"No, I will not!" yelled Ginny, beside herself. "I've seen you with Phlegm, hoping she'll kiss you on the cheek every time you see her, it's pathetic! If you went out and got a bit of snogging done yourself, you wouldn't mind so much that everyone else does it!"

  Ron had pulled out his wand too; Harry stepped swiftly between them.

"You don't know what you're talking about!" Ron roared, trying to get a clear shot at Ginny around Harry, who was now standing in front of her with his arms outstretched. "Just because I don't do it in public --!"

Ginny screamed with derisive laughter, trying to push Harry out of the way. “Been kissing Pigwidgeon, have you? Or have you got a picture of Auntie Muriel stashed under your pillow?" You –"

A streak of orange light flew under Harrys left arm and missed Ginny by inches; Harry pushed Ron up against the wall.

"Don't be stupid --"

"Harry's snogged Cho Chang!" shouted Ginny, who sounded close to tears now. "Hermione snogged Viktor Krum! Heck, even Y/N’s nogged Cedric probably once, it's only you who acts like it's something disgusting, Ron, and that's because you've got about as much experience as a twelve-year-old!"

“Hey, you’ve got no business talking to him like that!” you were very red in the face indeed.

“Oh, save it.” Ginny snarled, “You’re just embarrassed I told Ron you snogged Cedric.”

“I didn’t snog him-”

“I’m sorry Y/N, as much of a great friend and elder-sister vibes you have given me... he needs to know.”

And with that, she stormed away. Harry quickly let go of Ron; the look on his face was murderous. They both stood there, breathing heavily, until Mrs. Norris, Filch’s cat, appeared around the corner, which broke the tension.

"C'mon," said Harry, as the sound of Filch's shuffling feet reached their ears.

They hurried up the stairs and along a seventh-floor corridor. "Oi, out of the way!" Ron barked at a small girl who jumped in fright and dropped a bottle of toadspawn.

You hardly noticed the sound of shattering glass; you felt disoriented, dizzy; being struck by a lightning bolt must be something like this. You saw Ron ripping open the tapestry curtain and drawing his wand on Harry, shouting things like "betrayal of trust" . . . "supposed to be my friend" . . .

"Did you really snog Diggory?" Ron asked abruptly, as you approached the Fat Lady.

You turned around, “Excuse me?”

"Dilligrout," Ron said darkly to the Fat Lady, and they climbed through the portrait hole into the common room.

“I hardly think that’s any of your business, Ronald.” You coldly said.

“Oh, please.” The redhead sneered before trudging upstairs to his dormitory.

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Ron had been awful to you since the past few days. He’d try his best to ignore you and even slip in a few snarky comments about you, something which was very un-Ron-like.

You had become so tired of Ron's recent unpleasant behaviour that you had not come down to breakfast with him and Harry since, instead choosing to go with Hermione.

She had initially questioned you, but a few snaps and choked sobs later, she left it and just consolingly rubbed your back as you silently thanked her every night.

She paused on her way up the table.

"How are you both feeling?" she asked tentatively, her eyes on the back of Ron's head.

"I dont know what you're talking about," said Harry, stowing the little bottle hastily in his pocket.

“Thanks.” You gave a weary smile. You felt really bad ignoring Harry, but your pride had gotten on the way tremendously.

“She doesn’t need it.” Ron whispered loud enough for you to hear, “I ‘spose Diggory had already said that a hundred times.”

You were about to open your mouth, but someone interrupted.

"Nearly time.” said Harry blithely.

"Fishy, isn't it?" he said in an undertone to Ron. "Malfoy not playing?"

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You, Ron and Harry were the last two in the changing room. You were just about to leave when Hermione entered. She was twisting her Gryffindor scarf in her hands and looked upset but determined. "I want a word with you, Harry." She took a deep breath. "You shouldn't have done it. You heard Slughorn, its illegal."

"What are you going to do, turn us in?" demanded Ron.

"What are you two talking about?" asked Harry.

"You know perfectly well what we're talking about!" said Hermione shrilly. "You spiked Ron’s juice with lucky potion at breakfast! Felix Felicis!"

"No, I didn't," said Harry, turning back to face them both.

"Yes, you did, Harry, and that's why everything went right, there were Slytherin players missing and Ron saved everything!"

"I didn't put it in!" said Harry, grinning broadly. He slipped his hand inside his jacket pocket and drew out the tiny bottle that Hermione had seen in his hand that morning. It was full of golden potion and the cork was still tightly sealed with wax. "I wanted Ron to think I'd done it, so I faked it when I knew you were looking." He looked at Ron. "You saved everything because you felt lucky. You did it all yourself."

He pocketed the potion again.

"There really wasn't anything in my pumpkin juice?" Ron said, astounded. "But the weather's good. . . and Vaisey couldn't play. ... I honestly haven't been given lucky potion?"

Harry shook his head. Ron gaped at him for a moment, then rounded on Hermione, imitating her voice. "You added Felix Felicis to Ron's juice this morning, that's why he saved everything! See! I can save goals without help, Hermione! Y/N’s bad enough as it is, I don’t need you making my life miserable as well."

You inhaled sharply as Harry guiltily sent you what looked like a consoling stare. You shook your head, trying your best not to scream at Ron.

"I never said you couldn't -- Ron, you thought you'd been given it too!" said Hermione.

But Ron had already strode past her out of the door with his broomstick over his shoulder.

"Er," said Harry into the sudden silence; he had not expected his plan to backfire like this, "shall. . . shall we go up to the party, then?"

"You go!" said Hermione, blinking back tears. "I'm sick of Ron at the moment, I don't know what I'm supposed to have done. . . ."

And she stormed out of the changing room too.

Which left you and Harry.

You refused to look at him and when he cleared his throat, you wanted to run, screaming.

“Y/N.” he began, “Is there... something I don’t know about?”

“Like what?”

“Like what the hell is going on between you and Ron?”

Harry instantly regretted saying this, as your lip trembled and you glared at him straight in the eye before coldly snapping, “If you haven’t noticed... Ronald has a problem of not knowing the fine line between being upset with someone and being nasty to them. I’m surprised how his broomstick can fly with that fat head on it.

When you arrived, the Gryffindor celebration party, which as in full swing. Renewed cheers and clapping greeted your appearance, and he was soon surrounded by a mob of people congratulating you. What with trying to shake off the Creevey brothers, who wanted a blow-by-blow match analysis, and the large group of girls that encircled Harry, laughing at his least amusing comments and batting their eyelids, it was some time before you could escape.

As you moved, you walked straight into Ginny, Arnold the Pygmy Puff riding on her shoulder and Crookshanks mewing hopefully at her heels.

"Looking for Ron?" she asked, smirking. "He's over there, the filthy hypocrite.”

You looked into the corner she was indicating. There, in full view of the whole room, stood Ron wrapped so closely around Lavender Brown it was hard to tell whose hands were whose.

"It looks like he's eating her face, doesn't it?" said Ginny dispassionately. "But I suppose he's got to refine his technique somehow. Good game, Y/N."

She patted you on the arm; you felt as if you had forgotten how to breathe, trying not to choke on your spit too severely from the amount of effort it took you not to cry.

You quickly turned away from Ron, who did not look like he would be surfacing soon, and darted out the door out of sight.

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"Y/N?" Harry’s voice called five minutes later.

He found her in the first unlocked classroom he tried. You were sitting on the teacher's desk, next to Hermione, who had a small ring of twittering yellow birds circling her head, which she had clearly just conjured out of midair.

"Oh, hello, Harry," she said in a brittle voice. "I was just practicing."

"Yeah . . . they're -- er -- really good. ..." said Harry. “Listen, Y/N...”

He had no idea what to say to you. He was just wondering whether there was any chance that you had not noticed Ron, that you had merely left the room because the party was a little too rowdy, when you said, in an unnaturally high-pitched voice, "Ron seems to be enjoying the celebrations."

"Er . . . does he?" said Harry.

"Don't pretend you didn't see him," said Hermione. "He wasn't exactly hiding it, was -- ?"

The door behind them burst open. To Harry's horror, Ron came in, laughing, pulling Lavender by the hand.

"Oh," he said, drawing up short at the sight of Harry, you and Hermione.

"Oops!" said Lavender, and she backed out of the room, giggling. The door swung shut behind her. There was a horrible, swelling, billowing silence. Hermione was staring at Ron in disapproval and anger, who refused to look at her and the H/C girl, but said with an odd mixture of bravado and awkwardness, "Hi, Harry! Wondered where you'd got to!"

Hermione slid off the desk. The little flock of golden birds continued to twitter in circles around her head so that she looked like a strange, feathery model of the solar system.

"You shouldn't leave Lavender waiting outside," she said quietly. "She'll wonder where you've gone."

She walked very slowly and erectly toward the door. Harry glanced at Ron, who was looking relieved that nothing worse had happened.

"Oppugno!" came a shriek from the doorway.

You spun around to see Hermione pointing her wand at Ron, her expression wild: The little flock of birds was speeding like a hail of fat golden bullets toward Ron, who yelped and covered his face with his hands, but the birds attacked, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach, and you were not sorry for him in the least.

"Gerremoffme!" he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and pulled you along, before you disappeared through it, choking on a sob.

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'Want one?” said Ron thickly, holding out a box of Chocolate Cauldrons.

It was his birthday, and no matter how angry you were, you dropped by to say an awkward hello.

“Suit yourself,” said Ron, stuffing a second Cauldron into his mouth as he slid out of bed to get dressed. 'Come on Harry. If you don't hurry up, you'll have to Apparate on an empty-stomach ... might make it easier, I suppose ..."

Ron looked thoughtfully at the box of Chocolate Cauldrons, then shrugged and helped himself to a third.

Harry tapped the map with his wand, muttered, 'Mischief managed,”

'Ready?' he said to Ron.

“Excuse me.” You quietly said to make them aware of your presence, “We’re going to be late.”

You and Harry were halfway to the dormitory door when you realised that Ron had not moved, but was leaning on his bedpost, staring out of the rain-washed window with a strangely un-focused look on his face.

'Ron? Breakfast.'

“I'm not hungry,”

You stared ai him. “I thought you just said -?”

“-Well, all right, I'll come down with you,' sighed Ron, 'but I don't want to eat.'

  You scrutinised him suspiciously.

'You've just eaten half a box of Chocolate Cauldrons, haven't you?'

'It's not that,' Ron sighed again. 'You ... you wouldn't understand.'

'Fair enough,' said Harry, albeit puzzled, as he turned to open the door.

'Harry!' said Ron suddenly.

'What?'

'Harry, I can't stand it!'

'You can't stand what?' asked Harry; you were now starting to feel definitely alarmed. Ron was rather pale and looked as though he was about to be sick.

'I can't stop thinking about her!' said Ron hoarsely.

You gaped at him. You had not expected this and were not sure you wanted to hear it. ‘Friends’ you might be, but if Ron started calling Lavender 'Lav- Lav', you would have to put your foot down.

'Why does that stop you having breakfast?' Harry asked, trying to inject a note of common sense into the proceedings.

'I don't think she knows I exist,' said Ron with a desperate gesture.

'She definitely knows you exist,' you said angrily. 'She keeps snogging you, doesn't she?'

Ron blinked.

'Who are you talking about?'

Who are you talking about?' said you and Harry together, with an increasing sense that all

reason had dropped out of the conversation.

'Romilda Vane,' said Ron softly, and his whole face seemed to illuminate as he said it, as though hit by a ray of purest sunlight. You stared at each other for almost a whole minute, before Harry said, 'This is a joke, right? You're joking.'

Think ... Harry, I think I love her,' said Ron in a strangled voice.

'OK,' you said, walking up to Ron to get a better look at the glazed eyes and the pallid complexion, 'OK ... say that again with a straight face.'

'I love her,' repeated Ron breathlessly. 'Have you seen her hair, it's all black and shiny and silky ... and her eyes? Her big dark eyes? And her -'

'This is really funny and everything,' said Harry impatiently, 'but joke's over, all right? Drop it.'

He turned to leave; he had got two steps towards the door when a crashing blow hit him on the right ear. Staggering, he looked round. Ron's fist was drawn right back, his face was contorted with rage; he was about to strike again.

  Harry reacted instinctively; his wand was out of his pocket and the incantation sprang to mind without conscious thought: Levicorpus!

Ron yelled as his heel was wrenched upwards once more; he dangled helplessly, upside-down, his robes hanging off him.

'What was that for?' you bellowed.

'He insulted her! He said it was a joke!' shouted Ron, who was slowly turning purple in the face as all the blood rushed to his head.

'This is insane!' said Harry. 'What's got into -?'

And then he saw the box lying open on Ron's bed and the truth hit him with the force of a stampeding troll.

'Where did you get those Chocolate Cauldrons?'

'They were a birthday present!' shouted Ron, revolving slowly in midair as he struggled to get free. ‘I offered you one, didn't I?'

'You just picked them up off the floor, didn't you?'

'They'd fallen off my bed, all right? Let me go!'

'They didn't fall off your bed, you prat, don't you understand? They were mine, I chucked them out of my trunk when I was looking for the map. They're the Chocolate Cauldrons Romilda gave me before Christmas and they're all spiked with love potion!'

You gave an outraged cry at this information.

But only one word of this seemed to have registered with Ron.

‘Romilda?' he repeated. 'Did you say Romilda? Harry - do you know her? Can you introduce me?'

Harry stared at the dangling Ron, whose face now looked tremendously hopeful, and fought a strong desire to laugh... Y/N thought that he would deserve another punching if he permitted Ron to declare undying love for Romilda Vane.

'Yeah, I'll introduce you,' said Harry, thinking fast. 'I'm going to let you down now, OK?'

He sent Ron crashing back to the floor (his ear did hurt quite a lot), but

Ron simply bounded to his feet again, grinning.

'She'll be in Slughorn's office.’ said Harry confidently, leading the way to the door.

'Why will she be in there?' asked Ron anxiously, hurrying to keep up.

'Oh, she has extra Potions lessons with him,' you said, inventing wildly.

'Maybe I could ask if I can have them with her?' said Ron eagerly.

'Great idea,' said Harry. Lavender was waiting beside the portrait hole, a complication both you and Harry had not foreseen.

  'You're late, Won-Won!' she pouted. 'I've got you a birth-day-'

'Leave me alone,' said Ron impatiently, 'Harry's going to introduce me to Romilda Vane.'

And without another word to her, he pushed his way out of the portrait hole. Harry tried to make an apologetic face to Lavender, but it might have turned out simply amused, because she looked more offended than ever as the Fat Lady swung shut behind them.

You had been slightly worried that Slughorn might be at breakfast, but he answered his office door at the first knock, wearing a green velvet dressing-gown and matching nightcap and looking rather bleary-eyed.

'Harry, Y/N.' he mumbled. 'This is very early for a call ... I generally sleep late on a Saturday ..."

'Professor, I'm really sorry to disturb you,' said Harry as quietly as possible, while Ron stood on tiptoe, attempting to see past Slughorn into his room, 'but my friend Ron's swallowed a love potion by mistake. You couldn't make him an antidote, could you? I'd take him to Madam Pomfrey, but we're not supposed to have anything from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes and, you know ... awkward questions ...'

‘I’d have thought you could have whipped him up a remedy, Harry, an expert potioneer like you?' asked Slughorn.

'Er,' said Harry, somewhat distracted by the fact that Ron was now elbowing him in the ribs in an attempt to force his way into the room, and Y/N held him firmly back, 'well, I've never mixed an antidote for a love potion, sir, and by the time I get it right Ron might've done something serious -'

Helpfully, Ron chose this moment to moan, 'I can't see her. Harry - is he hiding her?'

'Was this potion within date?' asked Slughorn, now eyeing Ron with professional interest. 'They can strengthen, you know, the longer they're kept.'

That would explain a lot,' panted Harry, now positively wrestling with Ron to keep him from knocking Slughorn over.

'It's his birthday, Professor,' you added imploringly.

'Oh, all right, come in, then, come in,' said Slughorn, relenting. 'I've got the necessary here in my bag, it's not a difficult antidote ...'

Ron burst through the door into Slughorn's overheated, crowded study, tripped over a tasselled footstool, regained his balance by seizing Harry around the neck and muttered, 'She didn't see that, did she?'

'She's not here yet,' said Harry, watching Slughorn opening his potion kit and adding a few pinches of this and that to a small crystal bottle.

That's good,' said Ron fervently. 'How do I look?'

'Very handsome,' said Slughorn smoothly.

‘It can never be me, can it?’ you asked quietly so only Harry could hear, ‘Even when it’s a mistake...’

‘You have no idea.’ Harry whispered back, patting your hand slightly, handing Ron a glass of clear liquid. 'Now drink that up, it's a tonic for the nerves, keep you calm when she arrives, you know,'

'Brilliant,' said Ron eagerly, and he gulped the antidote down noisily.

Harry, you and Slughorn watched him. For a moment, Ron beamed at you. Then, very slowly, his grin sagged and vanished, to be replaced by an expression of utmost horror.

'Back to normal, then?' said Harry, grinning. Slughorn chuckled. Thanks a lot, Professor.'

'Don't mention it, m'boy, don't mention it,' said Slughorn, as Ron collapsed into a nearby armchair, looking devastated. 'Pick-me-up, that's what he needs,' Slughorn continued, now-bustling over to a table loaded with drinks. 'I've got Butter-beer, I've got wine, I've got one last bottle of this oak-matured mead ... hmm ... meant to give that to Dumbledore for Christmas ... ah well ...' he shrugged '... he can't miss what he's never had! Why don't we open it now and celebrate Mr Weasley's birthday? Nothing like a fine spirit to chase away the pangs of disappointed love ...'

He chortled again and you and Harry joined in.

There you are, then,' said Slughorn, handing Harry, Y/N and Ron a glass of mead each, before raising his own. 'Well, a very happy birthday, Ralph -'

'- Ron -' you whispered.

But Ron, who did not appear to be listening to the toast, had already thrown the mead into his mouth and swallowed it.

There was one second, hardly more than a heartbeat, in which Harry knew there was something terribly wrong and Slughorn, it seemed, did not. '- and may you have many more -

'Ron!' you yelled.

Ron had dropped his glass; he half-rose from his chair and then crumpled, his extremities jerking uncontrollably. Foam was dribbling from his mouth and his eyes were bulging from their sockets.

'Professor!' you bellowed. 'Do something!'

But Slughorn seemed paralysed by shock. Ron twitched and choked: his skin was turning blue.

'What - but -' spluttered Slughorn.

‘HARRY, THE STONE!’ you yelled, frightened at the spasming body in front of you.

Harry leapt over a low table and sprinted towards Slughorn's open potion kit, pulling out jars and pouches, while the terrible sound of Ron's gargling breath filled the room. Then he found it - the shrivelled kidney-like stone Slughorn had taken from him in Potions.

He hurtled back to Ron's side, wrenched open his jaw and thrust the bezoar into his mouth. Ron gave a great shudder; a rattling gasp and his body became limp and still.

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“He’s alright, isn’t he?” you asked Madame Pomfrey for about the hundredth time.

“Yes dear, he’s fine,” she consolingly told you.

“Quick thinking on your part, Harry and Y/N. Using a bezoar.” Dumbledore informed you.

“I agree, Potter and L/N’s actions were heroic! Only, why were they necessary?” Professor McGonagall questioned.

As they moved onto a conversation about a plot, you moved Ron’s flaming red hair out of his face, gently stroking his arm. The thought of someone wanting to poison him was too gruesome.

“Where is he? Where is my Won-Won? Has he been asking for me?” a high-pitched voice suddenly asked as you groaned.

“You.” Lavender spat, “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing!” you angrily shot back.

“I happen to be his girlfriend!” Lavender said in a dignified voice.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, “I happen to be his... best friend!”

“Friend.” Lavender scoffed, “Don’t make me laugh. You haven’t spoken in weeks! I suppose you want to patch up with him now that he’s all... interesting!”

“Interesting?!” you shrilly cried, “He’s poisoned, you daft dimbo!”

Ron chose that moment to groan in his sleep, muttering to himself unconsciously.

“Ah.” Lavender said triumphantly, “See? He senses my presence.”

“Ugh.” Ron groaned, still sleeping, “Uhh.... Y/N... Y/N/N...”

Your eyes grew wide as Lavender stifled a sob, running out of the room.

The professors stared after her.

“Oh, to be young.” Professor Dumbledore sighed, “And to feel love’s keen sting. I think we ought to leave, Mr. Weasley is well tended to by Miss L/N.”

“About time.” Ginny whispered as she and Harry shared a smirk, sending heat to your cheeks.

“Oh, shut up.” You huffed, still blushing madly as you stroked Ron’s hand.

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Ron had been released from the hospital wing, and was once again seated in the common room with you, Harry and Hermione at late night. The room was deserted.

“I’m leaving, Crookshanks is probably hungry,” Hermione announced, getting up.

The silence was deafening.

“So,” Harry said in an obvious attempt to make conversation, though you could practically feel the smirk in his voice, “Aren’t you curious, Ron? About how we drove Lavender away?”

“Not really.” Ron shrugged, “As long as she’s gone, it’s fine by me.”

The truth was, Ron was very much aware of what had caused the girl to run away from the hospital wing a week ago.

“Right.” Harry was smirking worse than ever, “Y/N. Say, why have you been avoiding Ron for so long?”

“Hmm?” you squeaked. Seeing no possible way out of this, you sighed, ��He was being a git.”

“Aren’t I always being a git to you?” Ron teased, causing you to roll your eyes.

“And say, Ron. Why have you been so keen to get rid of Lavender?” Harry asked again.

“She was annoying me.” Ron whined, “All she did was snog me. My lips got chapped! Look!”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Harry grimaced in disgust, “But that can’t be all, can it? Is there someone else? Or are you ready to shag whoever asks you first?”

“Excuse me?” Ron’s ears had turned scarlet, “Of course not! So, what if there was someone else?”

“You like someone?” you asked, trying to make the agony in your voice less obvious.

Ron, who noticed it anyway, felt a small glimmer of hope inside his body, “Uhm, yeah. I do.”

“And who might that be?” you struggled to keep your voice even; it was already two octaves higher than usual.

Taking a deep breath and considering that this could prove to be a disaster, Ron told the truth.

“You. I fancy you.”

“WHAT?” you asked, “Did I hear that right?!”

“I said I fancy you!” Ron yelled in embarrassment and pain, scared that you would burst out laughing.

“Oh,” you said thickly, “Oh, Ron! I... I fancy you too.”

“What?” it was Ron’s turn to ask, “Say that again?”

“I fancy you too.” You clarified, cheeks burning.

Ron leaned into the distance between you and you could feel his breath on your face. Gaze flickering to your lips, he ran his thumb over them before closing the distance between you.

The kiss started out sweet and loving, but soon turned angry and passionate as your lips collided multiple times.

“Um, guys?” Harry asked, reminding you that he was still there, “I got the point, you can stop now.”

Ignoring him, you and Ron continued.

[fandomsilhouette]

the truth we discover (in the palms of another)

The people in their lives whisper scripture in their ears, or sing ballads in their name, pin them with a look and the click of a camera, and every single one of them has something to say. Something to give, something to take. Sometimes they will ask if it’s wanted. Sometimes they will not.

But everyone has something to say. Will they be heard? 

Happy @felinettenovember, y’all! Surprise, surprise, @emzurl‘s art continues to find its way into these stories. How could I not, when they look like that?! I didn’t even need to rework the entire outline of this story, but I would’ve, honestly, just for that hair. 

Marinette was fourteen the first time her date left her hanging. It was just a few minutes. An hour isn’t too long to wait, right? And he was so embarrassed, he hadn’t wanted to talk about it at all. It was just once. He knew Marinette didn’t like it, right? He knew how busy she was, he wouldn’t do it again. 

Maybe he did, maybe he didn’t. At twenty one, Marinette doesn’t remember which dates he made and which dates he missed. 

What she does remember is the way he shrugged when she couldn’t make her schedule fit his. She remembers the way he held her gaze when she called his name and walked away. 

She remembers the way he made her feel so alone in her own skin, the way she felt shrunken and small, the way she stopped trusting the beating of her heart and the thoughts that rang through her mind unless they spoke in his voice. 

She remembers sobbing into her pillows at night, and breaking up with him in the morning. 

Marinette carries that hard-won self-worth with her after that, guarding it jealously, preciously. It doesn’t cement for months, years afterwards, but whatever scraps are left get sewn together, quilted patchwork into something that keeps her warm when there’s no one left to hold her tight. 

Felix was twelve the first time three girls walked up to him in the streets and batted their eyes at him, touched his shoulder and his waist and his hair, and pouted with him until he stood stiffly in a photo with them. 

One of them came up behind him and put her chin on his head. 

When the shutter clicked, the other two kissed his cheeks.

Felix spent three hours in the shower. Perfume lingered, he learned, and lipstick doesn’t scrub off with just water. 

It happens again and again and again, where people recognize him, think they know him, see his face outside and match it to the ones splashed up on their walls. Felix stops pretending to smile in photos, and starts shoving people away. 

Marinette spent fifteen, sixteen, seventeen with Luka. He’s so quiet. Luka, even now, hums as much as he talks, and plays chords on the guitar so-oft strapped to his back, and looks at her like she matters. He looked at her like he would choose her over the moon, the stars, the music in his heart if it meant keeping her close. 

The best part was the way he gives her every spare second he has just to let her fumble through her words, try each one on like fabric against her skin, stitch them together, pull apart the threads, put them back together again until her speech sounds the way she pictured it in her head. The best part was the way he would follow her through every stitch just so he could know what she meant, what she couldn’t put into the pattern and the fall of fabric against her lips. 

Three years later and kissing didn’t feel as good as falling asleep in his arms, tossing paper across a table and watching movies and gossiping about the people in their lives. Marinette loved him, she still loves him. Love changes. Love stays. 

Marinette still holds his hand, and dates other people. Luka has given her hope: not all date night lessons require heartbreak upfront for entry. 

Felix spends four years with Chloe, because their blond hair looks good together. His father talks to hers, and suddenly she’s holding his hand everywhere they go. 

It still felt like a child’s hand in his, and he kept flexing his fingers expecting to find a teddy bear’s fur in his other hand. Chloe sneered, and he did too, because he remembered the way people would crowd in so close before he could say no, ask for autographs on skin or press their fingers into his wrist, desperate, emotional in a way Felix couldn’t match for a stranger. 

This relationship was just as parasocial as the ones with strangers, but at least they both knew it this time. At least it was better than being antisocial. 

But she was unhappy, and Felix was starting to wonder if he’d ever met happy at all. At nineteen, months of whispered confessions to the darkness of a sleepover at night layered over him like armor, Felix went to the press and breaks it off. He takes the hit, and Chloe finally, finally shines like the gold she wears. 

Three weeks later, she was holding hands with a fencer. Felix hadn’t expected Chloe to ever be interested in athletics, but Kagami is fierce and beautiful, and knows how to work the press and the public, and Chloe is hung up on her. 

At twenty, Felix runs into Marinette. 

It wasn’t the first time. She gave him a shy grin, waved at him, made a move to keep going. She remembered the way he held himself so apart, and the exhaustion that came with throwing herself against a wall as obstinate as he was determined to be all through their early education. 

But now Felix had tasted happiness: a diluted glimmer of hope, the dregs of the coffee pot that Chloe had drank down. Felix had seen the way Chloe smiled now, the way it transformed her face. 

Felix has practiced that happiness in the mirror, and wondered what it would look like if there was something pulsing in his heart to bring the blush to his cheeks, the brightness to his eyes. 

He invites her out to tea, and waits patiently as she learns how to trust him. 

Marinette’s breath catches in her throat the first time she invites him to an event that matters to her. She’s not sure if he’ll want to, she remembers the person who would’ve done little more than scowl at the idea. 

But she wants to give him a chance. She wants to give him the opportunity to look at her like she’s more precious than the diamonds studded in the beading of her corseted dress. 

He does. He does, he does, he does. 

At twenty one, Marinette teases him before every formal event, does his tie up for him and refuses to teach him how. Every time, no matter how often she does it, the blush will ride high on his cheekbones while her fingers ghost over his collar, and Marinette will step into his space a little closer, press up a little higher on her toes just to watch it brighten. 

“No one will know,” he grouses, cards his fingers through loose bouncy locks, drags his hand down her arms to mess gently with the gauzy shawl over her biceps. She’s strong. He can see it in the way she carries herself, and he revels in it.  

“I will, you fashion disaster,” she shoots back fondly, and spins away on her heel, ducks out of his arms before he can kiss her. 

Two minutes later, he catches her and swings her around. Her hair gets a little mussed, and three kisses later, she decides that the artfully tousled look is fashionable.

It must be, when it looks like locks of euphoria framing her face. 

[searchingwardrobes]

The Early Leaf’s a Flower: 5/11

Still separated, Emma and Killian learn that fate gives . . . and fate takes away. Yes, Emma and Killian are still separated in this chapter, but you begin to see how their lives are following similar paths. We still need tissues, I'm afraid. The angst is still strong!

Thanks as always to the mods of the @captainswanbigbang​ for organizing the CSRT and my betas: @shippingtheswann​, @optomisticgirl​, and @distant-rose​.

Summary: She saw eyes that were the blue of the forget me not peering at her through the cracked door of the wardrobe. He saw hair as gold as the buttercups. Why does the wardrobe keep bringing them back to one another, if fate keeps tearing them apart? Or maybe fate has her reasons …

Rating: M for eventual sexy times, violence, canonical character death, and attempted rape

Trigger warnings: vague references to child abuse (physical and sexual), violence, and positive Millian

Words: Around 2,300 in this chapter

** Complete and updated every Monday** Also on A03

Emma: Age 18

Emma can finally have the family she’s always craved. Every sharp and overwhelming pain from her womb reminds her of that fact. Pain that rolls through her, unceasing. She grasps the railing on the bed as best she can with her left wrist handcuffed to the bed. Her left ankle is shackled too, and everytime she writhes with the excruciating pain, it rubs her skin raw.

The doctor hadn’t been phased by the handcuffs, however. He’d even argued with her guards to take them off, but it was an argument he’d lost. He’s a bright spot amidst the pain, humiliation, and heartbreak of this day. He is surprisingly kind and gentle and reminds Emma of a grandfather who sneaks his grandchildren peppermints when their parents aren’t looking. That’s what they show in holiday commercials, anyways. The ones that made Emma long for a family of her own for so many lonely years. Yet fate is cruel, the timing never right, and this is a chance at a family she can’t accept.

The contraction subsides, but she knows that the reprieve will be far too brief. Whimpering, she gives the nurse a pleading look.

“Can’t I have an epidural?”

“I’m sorry, Emma, you didn’t get here soon enough. It’s time to push.”

Emma’s heartbeat triples, and spots swim before her eyes. She thought there would be something for the pain. No one told her anything about what childbirth would be like. She read no books, she had no mother to talk to. She looks up at the ceiling as panic overwhelms her. The doctor puts a reassuring hand to her knee.

“You can do this Emma,” he tells her, “just take a deep breath as I count to three, then bear down. One . . . two . . Three!”

Emma does as he says, and the pain is so great it feels like she might split in two. At the same time, the waves of the contractions demand that she push. Sweat beads on her temple and her legs tremble. She collapses against the hospital bed, exhausted.

“The baby’s crowning, Emma! I’m going to count again, and you push. One . . . two . . . THREE!”

Emma pushes again, and she sees stars as a ring of fire seems to bloom between her legs. A strangled sob escapes her lips. Surely she can’t survive this; it’s too much. The lights in the room flicker, and she hears a lightbulb pop, but honestly everything could crumble around her and she wouldn’t care. She just wants this torture to end.

“The heads out, Emma,” the doctor says, his voice still calm and encouraging, “so the worst is over. Push for me again, okay? Ready?”

“I can’t,” Emma chokes out. Her body is trembling all over.

“Yes, you can,” the doctor says firmly. “Look at me, Emma. You can do this.”

She nods, her lips trembling. She wishes she had someone to hold her hand, but she’s all alone. Instead, she grasps the railings of the bed and when the doctor counts to three again, she pushes with all she has. A baby’s cry splits the air, and she collapses against the pillows behind her.

“It’s a boy, Emma!” the doctor cries joyfully.

Emma turns her head, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes. She’s afraid if she looks at him -

“Do you want to hold him?” the doctor asks.

Emma grips the railing of the bed tighter and shakes her head, tears slipping down her face. She hears the nurse whisper something to the doctor.

“You know, Emma,” the doctor says gently, “you can still change your mind.”

Still refusing to look at the crying bundle in his arms, Emma shakes her head as her tears come faster. “I can’t,” she chokes, “I can’t be a mother.” How would she even know how?

The doctor comes closer to the bed. “Some mothers at least like to say goodbye. It’s up to you. I just want you to know your rights.”

Emma’s breath catches then. She’s terrified, but what if she regrets this moment later? What if she thinks back and wishes she had told him why? He’s just a newborn baby, but maybe somewhere deep inside, he’ll understand. She turns her tear stained face to the baby in the doctor’s arms.

“Maybe I’ll just hold him for a few minutes.”

The doctor nods and gently lays the baby in the crook of Emma’s handcuffed arm. He’s covered in blood and afterbirth, but he’s still so beautiful, that Emma smiles. She reaches down to trace his cheek, and the tiny baby reaches up to grasp one of her fingers. She gasps in surprise to see what’s on the inside of his wrist: the same birthmark she bears on hers. She leans down and presses a kiss against it, then she whispers so only the baby can hear.

“I love you, you hear me? This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, but I still have time to serve. I want you to go to a family, not into foster care.” Emma presses her eyes closed as tears stream down her face. “I love you so, so much, please know that. I’m trying to do the right thing - the best thing for you.”

Tears have completely blurred her vision when she gives the baby back, and as they wheel the hospital bassinet out of the room, her entire sore and weary body shakes with the violence of her sobs.

Killian: Age 18

Captain Hook turns eighteen quietly, telling no one of the significance of the day, not even Milah. He would have long ago forgotten when his birthday is if not for Liam, and now that his brother is gone, he sees no reason to celebrate.

“I’m eighteen now,” he whispers against Milah’s shoulder blade one night a week later.

She turns in his arms, but he can’t see her face in the darkness of the cabin. “You’re a man now,” she tells him, tracing his jaw.

It’s all she says, tucking herself beneath his chin and going quiet. He thinks of Pan, the only boy who never grows up. Killian’s hand traces Milah’s spine gently, and he feels a tiny bit better when she sighs softly.

Mason is another year older as well, and his legs are long beneath the cuffs of his trousers. Hook finds the naval uniform that once belonged to Jim Hawkins, former cabin boy of the Jewel of the Realm and current loyal member of Hook’s crew. Mason has to roll the pants up and tie them with a bit of rope, but they fit him well enough. Seeing the uniform takes Killian back to that fateful day when he was sixteen. How would things have been different if Jim Hawkins hadn’t broken his leg? Would Liam still be alive?

He shrugs off such thoughts as he stands at the helm three weeks after becoming a man and ruffles Mason’s hair. Milah smiles at her little brother fondly, and Killian wonders if he can ever get the softness from her that Mason elicits.

“Why are you so melancholy lately?” she asks him as he leaves the wheel to Starkey and stands at the prow scanning the horizon with his spyglass.

“What do you mean?”

She leans against the railing and peruses him slowly. “I don’t know. Ever since you turned eighteen -”

“That has nothing to do with it,” he interrupts in a scoffing tone.

Milah rubs her hand up and down his arm. “Is it what the fairies told us?”

He arches a brow and says dryly, “What do I care about pixie dust?”

Milah shrugs, “Well, Tinker Bell did say that it’s tied to the island somehow.”

“Good riddance,” he grumbles.

“Killian Jones,” she snaps, shoving him in the shoulder, “I’m trying to talk to you!”

“And I’m telling you there’s nothing to talk about!” he shouts back.

Most girls would have cried or at least gotten teary eyed, but Milah isn’t most girls. “Tiger Lily was right. You’re a jackass.”

“Wait,” he apologizes, grasping her around the waist before she can storm off. She pretends to fight him, but the sparkle in her eyes betrays her. He brushes a kiss to her lips, “I just have a lot on my mind, okay?”

“Me too,” she whispers as she fiddles with the hair at the nape of his neck. “The young boy Tiger Lily said Pan is looking for . . . do you think it could be Mason?”

“Don’t worry about that love, you know that I - wait a minute,” Killian sets Milah away from him suddenly, scanning the fog that shrouds Neverland once again. He swallows nervously when he sees the dinghy cutting slowly through the mist.

“What is it?” Milah asks.

“Get Mason,” he says sharply, “hide below deck.”

“I’ll hide him,” she replies, “but I’ll return to fight by your side.”

Hook’s eyes flash as he uses his steel appendage to pull her gently closer. “No, Milah. You’ve never come face to face with the lost boys.”

“I’ve fought grown men!” she argues.

“These aren’t mere boys. And don’t ask me how, but I know Pan is with them. Please,” he impolores, “promise me you’ll stay below.”

She nods, her chin dropping to her chest.

“Go,” he tells her, shoving her gently, and she races across the deck, grabbing Mason as she goes. Hook strides towards the port side as Curly calls out from the crows nest that a boat is approaching. Lost boys are soon scrambling up the side of the ship like ants, and Pan swoops through the sky, crowing. Hook refuses to glance upward, standing with his arms clasped behind his back as Pan’s new right hand, Felix, scrambles over the railing.

Felix swings his club in an arc and then rests it against his shoulder. “Hook.”

“Felix.”

“We know you’re hiding -”

“A lost boy?” Hook arches a brow. “We aren’t hiding that at all, lad. Look around you. My entire crew are former lost boys.”

“There’s one I want in particular,” Pan says as he lands just behind Killian, “a young one.”

“They’re all young,” Killian snaps.

Peter gets right in Captain Hook’s face. “Just give me the little one, and I’ll leave your crew alone.”

“Never!” a voice shouts, and Killian winces at the sound. He turns to see Milah standing there, her hair wild, her eyes blazing, and a cutlass in her hand.

“A girl!” exclaims one of Pan’s crew, and when Killian glances at the lad he watches as the teenager’s gaze sweeps hungrily over Milah’s form.

“Milah,” Killian says to her in a warning tone, but Milah simply advances to fight at his side as she always does. He grumbles, “bloody stubborn woman,” under his breath as he pulls his own sword from its scabbard.

“You’re going to fight for a child?” Pan snaps.

Killian shrugs. “Looks that way, doesn’t it?”

He lunges forward, but Peter blocks the sword with his dagger. With a shout, pirates and lost boys fall upon one another with their weapons and the clash of steel rings through the air along with the zing of arrows. Pan, as usual, drives Hook mad by taking to the air and swooping just out of reach of his sword time and again until the boy’s arms begin to pinwheel wildly and he grasps for the rigging before falling to the deck. It surprises Killian and he misses the window of opportunity to take Pan down. Peter maneuvers Hook across the deck, until the pirate finds himself fighting both Pan and Felix. He spins, his coat swinging around him, parrying the strikes of both boys, until suddenly he’s only facing Felix and Pan has transported himself with his magic right behind -

“Milah!” Killian cries. “Look out!”

She spins around, but she isn’t prepared for Peter Pan to strike out with his hand, not his sword. It plunges into her chest, and Milah chokes out a strangled breath.

“No!” Killian screams. He pushes Felix aside, his sword and hook slicing with unrestrained rage through one lost boy after another in his haste to get to Milah. He gets to her side just as she falls, and he catches her in his arms, his sword clattering to the ground. Above them, Pan begins to squeeze, and Milah gasps in pain. Her hand comes up, trembling, to touch Killian’s cheek.

“I love you,” she whispers as her heart turns to dust in Peter’s hand.

“I told you,” Pan sneers, letting the remains of Milah’s heart flutter to the deck, “girls are nothing but trouble.”

“Milah!” a small voice cries out, and everyone on deck, even the lost boys, have fallen silent as a tearful Mason flings himself over his sister’s still body.

Rage swells in Killian’s heart, and he lunges with a feral cry at Peter Pan, hook aloft. The demon boy shoots into the sky, crowing and laughing as the sharp steel misses him by a hair.

“Pan!” Felix calls out, and Killian turns, his heart lurching in fear to see Mason’s skinny arm clutched in Felix’s hand. “He doesn’t have the mark.”

“What?” Pan’s face contorts in rage as he swoops in towards Mason, but before he can get there, Hook intercepts and scoops the little boy up into his arms. He slashes out with his hook, and Peter howls as the tip slices across his leg. The boy who never grows up tumbles bleeding from the sky, landing in the dinghy with a thud. The lost boys scramble over the railing after their leader in fear.

Killian leans over the side of the Jolly Roger, Mason clinging to his neck, sobbing. “I had my revenge against the crown,” Hook shouts at the retreating boat, “I will have it against you as well, Pan, I swear it!”

Peter Pan stands in the middle of the small boat and shouts back, “Try living long enough, old man!”

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[queen-scribbles]

Distracting

@storyknitter​ you are 100% correct, which means it’s Absolutely Besotted Nate Sewell hours GO

(8. laying a gentle kiss on the back of the other’s hand)

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Very few things could distract Nate from reading. Newly settled at the top of that short list was a certain quiet, redheaded detective he was fairly certain remained unaware just how distracting her freckles and warm smile and enchantingly deep blue eyes actually were. 

Deep blue eyes that were currently closed as AJ napped on the couch, one arm flung over her head and her sock-clad feet braced against the side of Nate’s leg. She’d mentioned having a long day at work and apparently--once again--that was an understatement. She’d barely made it a handful of pages into her book before starting to drift off. While Nate wouldn’t have minded in the slightest serving as her pillow, the fact she’d curled over the other way as she succumbed to slumber gave him a much better view.

One that kept pulling his eyes away from the page every few words. The sight of Abigail so settled and comfortable, loose curls of hair drifting across her face as she slept, was adorable. And more than a little distracting. Every so often she would hum or mumble nonsense syllables and the clearly pleasant bent of her dreams made him smile.

Nate was on the verge of giving up his attempts to focus on his book when AJ’s brow furrowed. Slightly at first, but quickly deeper.

“No,” she mumbled, shifting with obvious unease, “g’way.” She swung her arm down in a half-hearted defensive arc before she hugged both arms close to her chest protectively. One leg curled in as well, the other kicking out to flop across Nate’s lap.

He dropped his book on the table, not bothering to mark his page, and rested one hand lightly on her shin. “AJ.”

She didn’t seem to hear him, muttering nonsense as she yanked that leg in as well. She kicked out with both feet, just grazing his hip as he moved to kneel next to the couch instead of sitting on it.

“AJ,” Nate, repeated, concern furrowing his brow as he swept the loose curls back from her face. She was pale enough to make her freckles stand out all the more sharply, and he brushed his thumb over her cheek at the sight.

She whimpered, jerking away from the contact, and his heart squeezed at the memory of her confession what happened with Murphy still lingered in her thoughts. Her dreams. “I don’t suppose, in our line of work, I’m likely to get away without some kind of nightmares.”She’d tried to sound brave about it, but he’d seen the look in her eyes.

“I wish I could say you would. I truly do.”  The sentiment was as true now as when he’d first said it. Nate moved his hand down to her arm, held gentle but firm when she started to buck away. “Abigail, it’s me.”

She stilled, but her face remained screwed up in fear. He shifted his hand ever so slightly and she recoiled with enough force to slam her elbow into the back of the couch. Something about the impact broke her nightmare’s hold on her; dark blue eyes snapping open, full of terrified panic as they met his gaze, and she bolted half-upright with a harsh gasp.

“You’re safe,” Nate promised softly, moving to sit next to her and brushing the curls back again when they fell in her eyes.

“Nate?” Her voice sounded so small. She caught his hand as he started to pull back, held it tight.

“I’m here,” he assured her, lacing his fingers between hers and pulling her hand closer so he could kiss the palm. “It was just a dream.” He hesitated. “Another one about Murphy?”

“Good guess,” AJ nodded, her attempt at a wry laugh coming out far more like a sob. “He...got away, with me, took me somewhere he” --she shuddered--”wouldn’t have t’ share, an’ I-I knew you were lookin’ for me, but you couldn’t... couldn’t...”

“Come here.” Nate gave her hand a gentle tug, but waited for her to start moving toward him to pull her into his lap, her back to his chest as he held her close.  “That was a dream,” he murmured, panic welling in his own throat at the mere thought of it becoming reality. “Murphy doesn’t have you. You escaped all on your own.” Because you’re just that amazing. He tightened his grip briefly, one arm around her waist and the other her shoulders. AJ rested her hands on his arm as he relaxed his grip and continued,” We did find you. You’re fine” --he wondered if she caught the hitch to his voice at the memory of when she wasn’t--”and everything’s alright.”

“Except Murphy got away,” AJ muttered.

Except that, Nate conceded silently. He hugged her closer, kissed her temple.  “He’s not going to get you.”

“You won’t let him,” she said softly, and tilted her head to kiss the back of his hand as it gripped her shoulder.

“Never,” he promised, and finally sensed her racing heart start to slow. “None of us will.”

AJ nodded and relaxed back against his chest. The silence stretched, her thumbs rubbing small arcs against his arm, but her breath stayed shaky, even as the adrenaline faded.

“AJ,” Nate began, letting his grip go slack so both arms now wrapped loosely around her waist. “Why don’t your socks match?” It was both a way to distract her and genuine curiosity.

She giggled, and though the sound still shook a little, it was definitely lighter.  “Oh. Yesterday was laundry day an’ I haven’t had a chance t’ put things away yet.” She curled her toes and examined the socks, the left one pale pink with white hearts and the right lavender with white flowers. “I match pairs as I put ‘em in the drawer. I left in a hurry this mornin’, so I just grabbed two without lookin’ if they matched.”

He smiled and rested his chin on her shoulder. “I see.”

“I’ve done it on purpose before,” she admitted, leaning her head against his. “But t’day was just bein’ in a rush.”

His smile widened--that did sound like her--and he took her hand in his, palm to back, lacing their fingers together and rubbing his thumb back and forth over hers. “You’ve been in a rush a lot lately.”

Abigail shrugged. “Paperwork at m’day job doesn’t go away just b’cause we” --she squeezed his hand--”aren’t dealin’ with a crisis. I’m just tryin’ t’ keep up.”

Nate laughed. “A fair point. Would coffee help with that?”

“I mean, I’m done for th’ day, but you know I never turn down coffee,” she said with a smile. It actually reached her eyes and internally Nate breathed a sigh of relief. Rather than hop to her feet, however, AJ twisted to be sideways in his lap, freeing her hand so she could rest both on his shoulders. Her fingers curled into his shirt collar as she met his gaze. “Nate?”

“Yes, Abigail?” he said softly.

“Thank you. For distractin’ me.” One hand slid up to rest along his jaw and Nate could barely breathe. “It helped a lot.”

“I’m glad,” he managed, voice little more than a hoarse whisper. I hate seeing you like that.

AJ smiled, wide and warm, but he only got to enjoy the sight for a heartbeat before she leaned in to kiss him, her hands briefly lingering against his jaw on their way further back to dig into his hair, and Nate couldn’t breathe(not that he needed to. But the sentiment held).

His grip on her waist tightened by instinct, one thumb just edging under her shirt to graze the skin. (He wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, caught up in the moment as he was.) AJ hummed a short, happy sound and pressed briefly deeper into the kiss before breaking it.

“I don’t believe it,” she said drolly as she sat back enough to meet his eyes, breathless and with her arms still loosely around his neck.

“What?” Nate asked, arching a brow and trying not to dwell on the deep warmth in his chest at the mildly disoriented look in her eyes.

“No interruption.” She grinned. “No Felix or Mason or Mum with the worst timin’ known to man, no emergencies...”

Nate laughed softly. “It does appear the curse is broken.”

Abigail chuckled, then her expression softened as she studied his face. She raised one hand to trace her fingers from his brow to cheek to jaw, her thumb rubbing against his skin when she stopped, and murmured, “You make a very good distraction from whatever my nightmares throw at me, Agent Sewell.”

He smiled and reached over to tuck the wayward curls behind her ear. “Happy to help anytime you need me, Detective Jenings,” he returned just as quietly, before leaning in for another kiss.

This time their lips had barely met when his phone buzzed and Nate broke away with a growl. He’d never wanted to throw the thing across the room as badly as he did just then.

“Spoke too soon, it seems,” he groaned instead.

AJ giggled. “Maybe it’s like birthday wishes, yeah? Y’talk about it, it won’t come true.” She kissed him on the cheek and slid (reluctantly, if he was any judge) off his lap. “I’ll take an IOU on the coffee ‘case whatever that is is important.”

While he couldn’t really think of anything more important than her, she did have a point. But he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.

Nate caught her hand before she could step out of reach, and AJ turned back to him with a smile that said she had a good guess where this was going. She was right, of course, and he couldn’t help matching her smile as he pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. She bit her lip, as she usually did, and went just a little red(also usual). But then she curled her hand tighter into his and tugged so he’d stand. She hugged him, head tucked under his chin, then stepped back.

“Remember you owe me coffee,” she said with a smile as she plunked down on the couch and reached for her boots.

“Little fear I’ll forget that,” Nate chuckled. He ran one hand through his hair and turned to leave-

Only for AJ to grab his other hand and bring it to her lips, brushing a quick, soft kiss against his knuckles and then dropping it in one smooth motion.

“I see why you like doin’ that,” she mumbled, face definitely the same color as her hair now.

Nate bit back the threatening laugh for fear she’d take it the wrong way.  “Abigail-”

His phone buzzed again.

She cleared her throat. “You should go see what they want.” A bashful smile.  “Before they come lookin’ And I should head home, anyway.”

The truth of the statement didn’t make him like it any more. “We can at least walk part of the way together, then.”

“That we can,” she agreed.

He wound up walking her all the way to her car without even realizing it. She was, after all,  very distracting.

[mikauzoran]

since many of your stories share elements like adrien's comfort foods, his brother felix, classically trained luka will TWAS also have adrien cüm from being pet/massaged (please 🥺)?

Oh. Wow. XD Haha. I didn’t realize that that last one was a thing. ^.^;

I guess since I portray Adrien as really affection- and touch-starved, he tends to get worked up easily when he experiences the intimacy of being pet or massaged by someone he has feelings for (like in Daisy with Marinette).

So, the answer to your question was originally “no”, but then you made that adorable emoji face and asked so nicely, so I wrote the Shades omake below the cut for you.

This just goes to show that, if you want something from me, ASK.

ASK.

Shades only exists because someone asked for it, and I often write extra scenes that people ask for in the comments. If you want to see something from me, ask me. That being said, thank you so much for the ask! ^.^ I’m flattered that you paid attention to the common elements in my work. Thank you for reading!

...

So, this is basically a little over two thousand words of fluff and insecurity-soothing and taking care of Adrien. The “sexual content” is mild, brief, and implied, but not explicit. Adrien’s shirt comes off, but all other clothing items stay on. I’ll post this as an omake chapter of Shades after I finish posting the main story, so you’ll see it on AO3 in a couple weeks.

Enjoy!

Omake: Integration

“Come on,” Luka snickered as he guided Marinette (who still had her tongue halfway down Adrien’s throat) toward the door at the far end of the great-room, past Adrien’s couch. “The bedroom’s this way.”

Somehow, Luka managed to get the jumble of limbs that was Adrien and Marinette through the door without anyone knocking anything over or bumping an appendage on anything.

As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Marinette pulled back with a heady smile.

Adrien, eyes still half-lidded, chased after her with a whimper of protest.

Marinette responded by pulling off Adrien’s shirt.

Adrien took a startled step back into Luka. He looked up uncertainly. “I thought…we were going to take it slow? I mean…since we just decided that we were all dating fifteen minutes ago and I’m—” His voice caught, and he looked down at his feet. “…damaged.”

Luka wrapped his arms around Adrien from behind and gently swayed them both from side to side. “You’re just a little emotionally banged up, not ‘damaged’, P5…. And we are going slow. Isn’t that right, Chanson?”

Luka shot Marinette a meaningful look that Adrien didn’t see.

She put her hands up in mock surrender. “Right. It’s not like I was going to take my clothes off or your clothes off…just Adrien’s shirt. You know. So it’s easier to give him a backrub.”

“Right,” Luka snorted, knowing his girlfriend better.

“Okay,” Adrien sighed in relief, body relaxing slightly. “Okay. That’s okay, then. I just…am kind of worried I’m going to freak out or cry or something, and then you guys are going to change your minds, and I’m going to be alone forever, so…” Adrien gulped. “I’m just a little scared I’m going to feel overwhelmed.”

Luka tightened his hold on Adrien, dropping his head to give Adrien’s cheek a kiss and a nuzzle. “Shh. It’s okay, Angel. You know you’re safe with me, don’t you?”

Adrien nodded. “Yeah. Before, but…this is all really, extremely new, and new is kind of terrifying nowadays. New isn’t fun anymore.”

Marinette hesitantly stepped in. She wasn’t always sure how to approach Adrien only one month after their reunion, so she often found herself taking cues from Luka who was more familiar with post-apocalyptic-Adrien.

Marinette cupped Adrien’s cheek in her hand and ran her thumb over his cheekbone. “It’s okay to be scared, but know that Luka and I care about you so much, Adrien. We’d never let anything bad happen to you. We’d never hurt you.”

“Mm,” Adrien whimpered weakly in agreement.

“I’m sorry,” Marinette sighed. “I jumped the gun. Let’s…take it slow. Just snuggling and a little bit of making out. We go at your pace. Okay, Minou?”

Adrien’s face lit up at the nickname. He nodded, looking a little less spooked, a little less stressed.

“How about we start with cuddling on top of the covers?” Luka suggested. “I think someone deserves head pats and a backrub.”

A thrill of anticipation shot down Adrien’s spine.

He could feel his cheeks reddening as he looked back and forth between Luka and Marinette. “That…sounds really nice. But only if you guys don’t mind,” he hurriedly added, eyes flicking back to the floor. “Sorry. I don’t mean to make this all about me. I just—”

Marinette leaned in, placing her mouth over Adrien’s in a closed-lipped kiss.

She pulled back and looked him straight in the eye. “We want this to be all about you.”

“Oh,” Adrien breathed, astounded and wondering for the millionth time how he’d gotten so lucky that such a loving, selfless, generous couple like Luka and Marinette wanted to include him of all people in their relationship.

“Okay,” Adrien consented in a small voice that reflected how humble he was feeling.

Luka tugged them all gently over to the bed.

Adrien ended up half sprawled on top of Luka, using Luka’s stomach as a pillow while Luka’s hands worked their magic on Adrien’s head, fingers weaving through Adrien’s hair, finding all the spots that made Adrien go boneless.

Marinette was curled up on Adrien’s other side, her front pressed flush to him as her fingers located all the tense muscles in his back and coaxed them into releasing their grip on the stress they’d been stockpiling.

Adrien purred in bliss, his whole body vibrating as their hands turned him into a happy pile of mush.

Luka touched The Spot behind Adrien’s ear, and Adrien’s breath hitched.

He felt a familiar tension coiling in his gut, cutting through the haze of euphoria and setting off alarm bells. With Marinette’s fingers working miracles on the muscles of his back, Adrien sensed he wouldn’t be able to stand Luka touching The Spot for even half as long as normal.

Adrien had to cut things off now…but he didn’t want to.

“Guys…” Adrien moaned, voice sounding like they’d already ravaged him. “S-Sto—ah!”

His body gave an involuntary jerk as Marinette’s lips on his neck sent an electrifying jolt through his system. Unfortunately, this pressed the rapidly worsening situation up against Luka’s leg.

Adrien hissed and then gasped. “Stop. I’m gonna…”

He bit his lip, scrunching his eyes closed and trying to get ahold of his body.

Luka and Marinette’s hands went motionless, and then Luka was cupping Adrien’s face. “Shhh. It’s okay. If you say stop, we stop, but…we don’t have to stop.”

Adrien opened his eyes to stare up into Luka’s in surprise.

“Really,” Luka answered the unasked question. “Not a big deal. Clothes stay on. No expectations of anything more happening tonight. Just…either way. Whatever you want.”

Adrien’s teeth sank further into his lip. What he wanted was for Marinette and Luka to marry him and move into his apartment and cook meals with him and watch movies and snuggle and make love and have children and grow old with him and…but that seemed like a lot of strings to attach to this one moment when the three of them had only decided in the last hour that they wanted to officially be in a relationship.

“We love you, Adrien,” Marinette whispered against the back of his neck, pressing her lips gently to his skin.

“We love you,” Luka confirmed, leaning in to place a reverent peck to Adrien’s lips.

Adrien’s eyes started to tear up.

This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t actually be happening.

He wanted it too badly for it to be attainable.

“Even if you cry afterwards, we’re still going to love you,” Luka assured. “I’ve seen you ugly cry before, and I’m still here, aren’t I?”

Adrien’s throat and sinuses started to burn. “Yeah, but she hasn’t.”

Marinette snuggled in closer, giving Adrien a squeeze from behind. “You’ve sacrificed yourself for me how many times, Chaton? You’ve proven your strength and your bravery and your valor dozens of times over. Nothing you do is ever going to make me love you less, Adrien.”

Adrien could feel himself cracking on the inside.

This couldn’t actually be reality.

She pressed another kiss to the junction of his neck and shoulder. “Do you want us to stop?”

“No,” Adrien answered, voice steady and sure. “Don’t stop, please.”

Luka exhaled audibly. “Okay. All right.”

“We’ve got you,” Marinette promised, mouth starting to mark Adrien’s neck as her hands resumed work on the knots in his shoulder blades.

Luka’s fingers started twisting their way through Adrien’s hair once more, massaging his scalp, as Luka deposited butterfly kisses on Adrien’s eyebrows and cheeks and chin and eyelids and nose.

The hot pressure in Adrien’s gut was back in an instant in full force, and he didn’t try to fight it this time. He gasped and moaned and threw his head back and sighed and panted, letting himself just be present in the moment without any kind of mental commentary as Marinette and Luka’s hands set his body on fire.

And then, in a flash of searing, blinding pleasure, the tension was gone, and Adrien slumped against Luka, breathing hard but perfectly content. His body felt heavy, but Adrien was surprised to find that that was perfectly fine because Adrien never wanted to move again. He wanted to stay in bed with Marinette and Luka for the rest of his life. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been that blissfully happy…if he’d ever been that happy.

Luka and Marinette’s pace slowed into gentle, careful, loving caresses as they waited for Adrien to come back down to Earth.

Adrien’s eyes eventually slid open and met Luka’s.

“Hey,” Luka whispered, pressing a kiss to the bridge of Adrien’s nose between his eyebrows.

Marinette added a peck to Adrien’s jaw. “Doing okay?”

Adrien opened his mouth to respond, but a choked sob came out instead.

They rolled him over and carefully propped him up, each taking a side as they wrapped their arms around him and made comforting shushing noises.

“S-Sorry,” Adrien gasped as soon as he found the breath to. “Sorry. It’s…Before, I never thought that I’d have even a taste of this, and, now, I’m terrified of screwing it up and losing you. Sorry. I’m really emotional right now.”

“I think you underestimate how much we want you,” Marinette chuckled sensuously. “How long and how much we’ve wanted you.”

Adrien felt like he was on a leash that had suddenly gone taut, yanking him backwards. “W-What?”

“You’ve been on our wish list for years,” Luka explained into Adrien’s hair. “And neither of us ever thought we’d have you…but…low and behold who we’ve managed to lure into bed with us.”

“And we’re pretty terrified of losing you too,” Marinette added with a squeeze. “You’re not the only one feeling apprehensive.”

“The only thing we’re absolutely positive about is that we want you in our lives,” Luka confessed. “No matter what.”

“No matter what,” Marinette echoed.

Adrien chuckled nervously. “It sounds like you’re both on the same page.”

“We’ve talked about this,” Luka informed. “…at length over the past few years.”

“Oh,” Adrien responded eloquently. “Well…it actually sounds like we’re all on the same page…. We all want each other, and we’re afraid of wrecking it.”

“Yep,” Marinette sighed.

“Cool,” Adrien snickered. “It’s nice to know that I’m not the only one emotionally invested in this.”

“Far from it,” Luka snorted.

There was a beat of silence where they all absorbed this revelation, and then Marinette cut in: “Anyone want to make out now?”

“Yes,” the boys answered as one and then chuckled sheepishly.

Luka pulled Adrien back so that they were flush against one another with Adrien facing Marinette.

Marinette eagerly slipped into Adrien’s arms, quickly fitting herself to the contours of his body so that the three of them were like one interlocking puzzle.

Marinette’s lips found Adrien’s while Luka busied himself with decorating Adrien’s neck and shoulders with a series of love-bites resembling music notes.

They switched after ten or so minutes so that Luka’s lips were on Adrien’s while Marinette added little hearts and curlicues to Adrien’s skin.

The make-out session soon turned languid as the participants tired, and they ended up in a knot of limbs, warm and happy.

“I want cookies,” Marinette announced.

“Is that a euphemism?” Luka snickered.

Marinette reached around Adrien to pinch her boyfriend on the nose. “No. I literally want cookies, you goof. I’m making some,” she announced, extracting herself from the puppy pile.

“May I have some, or are they just for you?” Adrien wondered.

Marinette pretended to think about it for a moment before grinning back at him. “I’ll share. Why don’t you go get cleaned up and then meet us out in the kitchen? I’ll make cookies and hot chocolate, and then we can snuggle on the couch and watch…I don’t know…Ouran High School Host Club or something?”

Adrien turned to Luka and smiled dreamily. “I love her.”

“I know, right?” Luka chuckled. “I’m willing to share if you are.”

Adrien grinned evilly. “Marinette or the cookies? Marinette, I’ll share, but she only agreed to share the cookies with me. If she gives me a cut of her cookies and then I have to subdivide with you, I’m not sure that’s something I can agree to. Marinette, I’ll definitely share, but Marinette’s cookies…”

Luka rolled his eyes, leaning in to give Adrien a sloppy kiss.

Marinette sighed and shook her head, muttering as she turned and walked away, “I’m in love with idiots.”

Luka broke the kiss to call back, “We feel the same about you!”

“By which he means we love you!” Adrien cackled, tipping over into Luka, knocking them both down.

[lyb-s]

solar night cities // l.f.l

♡ f l u f f ♡ // tw : swearing 

nothing relieved you more than felix’s presence. every ounce of worry you had in your body all flushed out of you when you were in his hold, when your eyes were on each other’s. and as much as it was natural for you to be close to him whenever you were in the same space together, it was especially relevant when one of you isn’t at your best. your lover basically became your medicine.

you texted him today as soon as you reached home after a long day of school, pretty much just wanting to distract yourself since you got shit grades for a test you didn’t study for. and you felt more than surprised when he texted you that he was on his way to your house to take you somewhere. 

felix only flex : aw ;((

lix enthusiast : ye everything sucks smh

felix only flex : you free tonight?

lix enthusiast : i thank god that my lecturer didn’t give us any homework so yes i’m free, why?

felix only flex : hey, i’ll come there in about thirty minutes. what about we go somewhere, yeah? :]]

lix enthusiast : suresure

your heart skipped a beat and you put your phone down with a big smile spreading across you unknowingly, your fingertips fizzing with amore as you changed out of your home clothing. the effects he had on you were truly, truly unbelievable. once you got done briefly getting ready to go out, you sat on the kitchen nook while the rosy view of the neighboring townhouses billowed around the white windows.

felix only flex : oh and don’t wear a jacket

lix enthusiast : why not? it’s 20 degrees out

felix only flex : just do it pleaseee 

lix enthusiast : ok ok chill

felix only flex : yeyey

knowing you, you’re easy to give in. and a small giggle escaped the lips he once kissed when he called you his. you stared out the windows until you heard your doorbell ring, making you spring up from your comfortable seat and rush to the door where your ball of comfort stood. you opened the door to greet your not-so-long awaited boyfriend who had the natural smile of an angel.

“hey ho, sunshine!—” there was that nickname you once hated at first but found out you loved, making you gravitate yourself to him more.

“lix!! huhuuu~” you immediately attack-hugged him, engulfing yourself into his body as he lets out a surprised grunt which replaced itself with his relieving laugh. “i failed my physics test grrr” you fussed while nudging your head into his familiar chest and fake sobbing. he mimicked you and you both fake cried together, making both of you laugh.

“so that’s what you were all angsty about?” he chuckled as you nodded. once you let go of him, you were both ready to go but felix gave you something before both of you stepped out of your front door.

“oh? why are you lending me this?” you asked as he gave you his chunky pink sweater, knitted out of the warmest fabric you’ve ever touched.

“you don’t want it?” he teased.

“....no.” you answered quietly which made him laugh again as you layered it over your shirt. he started holding your wrist as he lead you out of the building and into his car, and of course with his general niceness he opened the car door for you even when you insisted. “so where are we heading?”

“you’ll seeee just trust me. i’m actually glad i found this spot and i wanted to share it with only you.” the smirk he had on his face showed that he knew you were going to love it. it was only once he pulled out of the parking lot was when you saw that the sky had changed, taking over with a pretty muted sky blue, the last tints of pink were hiding behind the scape of the mountains. 

he didn’t let go of your wrist even on the way there. he was gazing out the window, his left hand taking care of the wheel. your stares on him were helpless, noticing his hair was blonde and wispy. you can feel your fingertips carding into them just by looking at it.

you finally reached the destination, and of course.

he opened the door for you again.

“you know i can open the door myself, right?” you giggled as he proceeded to open it anyway. he’d do simple gallant actions and as much as you loved it, it only reminded you of how much you didn’t deserve this heaven-sent. 

he took your hand as you slid out of your seat. “just let me treat you like the lady you are~” he sang raspily, placing a soft kiss to your hand before he let go and proceeded to open his car trunk.

you flounced to where he was, your eyes widening at the plastic bags of food. naturally you helped him with it and he started taking a picnic blanket and a few pillows with him. you followed him with skippy steps as he lead you up to the rooftop of the building he parked in, and you could, possibly, might as well have just melted then and there as you stood on the floor of the rooftop.

the skylines were rosy and blue, your breath taking itself away in awe at how scenic the sky had bloomed. and little glints of light were everywhere, from buildings to city lamps and random cars and buses traveling to who knows where. the greenery—or in this case, pinkery, allured your vision since there were cherry blossoms gracing the sidewalks messily in a way where it seemed perfect.

“oh wow, what’s all of this for?” you giggled as you gently placed the bags down. once he finished placing everything exactly where he wanted to be, he placed his hands on his hips proudly with a pleased grin. he walked over to you, sliding his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him.

“i know you’ve been stressing a lot so i really wanted to treat you or help you out. making you happy was the first thing that came to my head when you told me you were down, and i wasted no time getting the things you like.” he smiled down at you, and for once you felt the most comfortable and loved your entire life. everything started running from your head, heart and soul. a bunch of butterflies, swarming the pit of your stomach. your gaze on him was enough for him to read that you were grateful, and all he did was widen his smile more as you shared each other’s glance.

“i really don’t deserve someone like you.” you muttered and he shook his head. he started cupping your cheeks within his palms, spreading the warmth through the blush you’ve had on since he had his arms around you. 

“no <3″ he was the one who laughed first at his response, of course. “now shall we sit down, sunshine?” he perched on the cozy hamper, patting the space next to him which made you follow his actions. your eyes couldn’t take itself off the view below you, and your skin couldn’t resist the chilly gentle wind that surged through the air. everything you’ve ever wanted, all right in front of you. and you would do anything to reciprocate the effort. 

he took an iced coffee from one of the bags and gave it to you. “i always told you not to drink iced coffee at this hour because it was bad for you but i know you would crave one whenever you felt off.” 

“lix :((” you felt so touched, even if it was just a beverage. “you didn’t need to spend so much on me, your presence would’ve been fine.”

“stop worrying so much about it, sunshine.” there was that damn pet name again. “let me treat you how you deserve to be treated. please?”

and of course you gave in, sighing as you took a sip of your drink. “wahh i haven’t had these in a long time. how’d you know i liked them?”

“a better question is, why wouldn’t i know?” he responds, biting on a donut. 

you probably spent an hour talking about everything and nothing with him. you were babbling back and forth about the things you missed and the things you didn’t, whether we came from stars or not. asking about what the future held for us as if we knew about it all, embarrassingly storying our first loves and complicated relationships. and each and every word that escaped his lips, all you could do was stare at him in devotion as he talked about his first love while peering at the solar night city.

“i was pretty young back then so i don’t—” he looked back with his head leaned slightly down at you, quickly realizing you were gaping at him this whole time with those eyes that he adored so much. he laughed silently in amusement as you were still laying your stare on him. he took his sugarcoated hand and softly trailing down your chin to make you look up at him more.

“done checking me out?” he teased, making you slap his arm playfully. “ahck—! i was just kiddingg, c’mere.” he put his latte down and slid his arm around your waist while the other was on his thigh, something he did whenever he wanted you on his lap. which of course you unhesitantly complied.

you connected gazes again, finding the stars in each others eyes even if it was just right above both of you. love was flickering in his pupils, which expanded. you gasped and he got surprised, making him chuckle.

“why, sunshine?”

“my psychology teacher gave me a lot of trivias before. one of them was that if you stared into your lover’s eyes, their pupils will dilate.”

“really?!” his tone was shocked, this newfound information blowing him away which made you giggle. you nodded at him. he stared into you once again, this time closer to you to really examine your orbs.

“are they dilating?” you asked him, and his eyes squinted which made you laugh. 

he shrugged. “ i think so, i don’t know if i can see. but i don’t need to see your pupils dilate in order to know that you love me.” his relaxed smile painted over his expressions again, his hands now on your waist and caressing the curves soothingly.

you looked away, playing a song on your phone and then staring right back at him again.

   luv note - chloe moriondo

     ┊ ⇄ ◁◁ II ▷▷ ↻ ┊

₀․₀₀◦────────────────◦ ₃․₁₅

“and if a pair of teenagers in love stare into each other’s eyes for three minutes, their heartbeats will synchronize.”

“wait really?!” he blurted, the glint in his eyes returning which made you feel all sorts of happy particles. “how does all of this work?”

you nod. “well....i actually don’t know. but hey, let’s put it to the test.” and you never once broke eye contact. 

“and did you know that if you hold the hands of someone who’s dear to you, it can release natural painkillers?..” your hands slid from his neck and onto his hands which were stroking your waist. he immediately and comfortably locked your hands in his first before you could do it yourself, another seraphic smile kindled his lips as he tilted his head.

he sang to the song lyrics tenderly yet quietly, gazing at you with patience and amusement. he never got tired of you, and it showed. like stars. the ones above you and the ones on his cheeks. “so maybe you could let me hold your hand real tight, and tell you why the sea reminds me of youuu~”

somehow the butterflies from earlier started reviving and swirling around the loops of your heart again, a ginger yet contended grin cracking itself into your smile, which felix laughed to.

“you are so,...so, lovely.” he mumbled sincerely, and you could promise to yourself that a bunch of orchids blossomed in your stomach.

the song was near its end, so you took his hand and put it against the pulse on your neck, and took his other hand to put it against his own thrums.

“do you feel it? is it in sync?” you asked him, and you swore you could kiss him right there when you saw the euphoria in his eyes when he realized that they were, in fact, harmonizing with each other. his eyes glossed, his smile brightened. something you wish would never fade.

you yelped in shock when he suddenly dropped his arms and wrapped them around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he bursts in giggles and happy sweet nothings.

he whispered into your ear, the flutters in your gut getting stronger. “whenever you're in pain, i'll be there to hold your hand. and while you're anxious and checking your pulse, i'll be there in a heartbeat.” you could feel the rays of his beam. he pulled away, locking eyes with you again as he leaned in closer “and all you have to do is look at me.” he murmured against your lips before latching onto them; innocent giggles and cheeky grins sprouting throughout the sincerely playful kiss as he held you close.

[angstyaches]

Feverish puke for felix and elliot? You choose the sickie I can’t decidee

Hi anon! Sorry this one took so long, but this really helped me develop what’s been going on with these two. 

CW: emeto, fever, bodily changes, anxiety, mention of deteriorating condition (maybe?), food mention, (un)death mention

Part of the Plan

Felix’s ears felt like they’d been filled with cotton wool. He could see that Ryan’s lips were moving, he could tell there were words coming out, but it wasn’t until he heard Elliott say his name that he managed to snap out of it.

He jumped and looked down to see that he’d been digging his nails into the back of Elliott’s hand, leaving tiny half-moon dints along his boyfriend’s warm, slick skin.

“Are you alright?” Elliott asked, even as something dulled the yellow fire that usually sparked behind his own eyes, making him sit with his shoulders sagged. Felix laughed out of disbelief and nervousness, because if he didn’t laugh, he thought he might burst into tears. 

He glanced at Ryan; even she was looking at him with a strange expression from her chair, as though he was the one they needed to be worried about. She tilted her head inquisitively, her silver hair curling against the ruffles of her blouse.

“I’m good. No, I’m good. I’m sorry.” Felix cleared his throat, frowning in Ryan’s direction. “Sorry. I, um – I mean, is – is there no way to slow it down? For example, what if Elli cuts right back on blood, like me? I know it’d feel a bit weird at first, darling, but if it would help –”

“Well, I was just explaining this,” Ryan said pointedly. “Unfortunately, there’s no slowing it down at this stage. Elliott’s tendency to over-indulge on hunts, coupled with the fact that he was half-blooded directly by an Elder, seems to have caused his transition to accelerate by quite a lot. Reversing the transition at this stage, well – it’s unheard of.”

“But,” Felix said, “can we slow it down?”

Ryan pursed her lips. “I would not recommend trying.”

Felix could tell she was straining to keep her composure, considering how distressed the two of them seemed. He briefly wondered what this change would mean for her; Elliott had never planned on surpassing her status as Elder, but now he might just do it unintentionally.

Elliott shivered and hunched further forward in his chair. Felix leaned into the motion so he could keep a hold on his hand.

“His body is going to keep adapting,” Ryan said. “And if he doesn’t obey his new cravings? Well, it won’t be pleasant for anybody involved. I’m talking about intense nausea, muscle spasms, violent outbursts –”

“How?” Felix asked, his throat pinched. He held back the tears that stung his eyes, knowing that crying in front of Ryan would undermine anything he had to say. “If you knew that being blooded by an Elder would make his transition this unstable, how could you have let it happen?”

“Elliott was just as aware of what he was doing –”

“You knew he didn’t want to change.” Felix’s lips trembled apart with each word. “You knew I didn’t want him to –”

“Fee,” Elliott murmured, pinning him with a look. His expression was pained and exhausted and pleading. Come on.

“Felix, Elliott is capable of making his own decisions,” Ryan stated, draping her arms along the sides of her chair. “You both have my sympathy, since I can see it’s causing you distress, but I do not take responsibility.”

He looked at Elliott with the same anger burning in his throat, because Ryan was right. The way Elliott turned his face away, reluctant to make eye contact, suggested they were both thinking the same thing, so there was no point in Felix bringing it up; he’d told Elliott to take it easy whenever he went hunting – especially whenever he was traveling alone or with Nancy.

The feeling dissipated when Elliott slid his elbows onto his knees, hanging his head forward. Felix shifted in his chair, placing a hand lightly on the back of Elliott’s neck. His skin was much hotter than it should have been, and the contact from Felix’s hand seemed to make him tremble.

“Once the toxins are out of your system, the symptoms should ease. I would recommend cutting physical meals down to once every two days from now on, and upping your blood intake by half, at least until you’ve got a handle on your symptoms. So, for now, you should rest.” Ryan’s cool yellow gaze fell on Felix. “And you, Felix, need to adjust your attitude, quick-smart.”

Felix forced a smile. “Yes, ma’am. Come on, Elli, let’s get you up to bed.”

___

“I have a bad taste in my mouth,” Elliott muttered from where he sat at the edge of the bed.

Felix relaxed his hold on Elliott, having crawled across the bed to drape his arms around his shoulders. He was trying not to press too closely or heavily against Elliott’s skin, considering how much heat was already radiating from him, even after he’d taken off his shirt.

“I know, darling. Ryan said a lot of things that were hard to hear. Imagine, failing to take any responsibility for –”

“She only said things that were true, Fee. And I – I meant that I have an actual bad taste in mouth.” Elliott sat forward, reaching up to remove Felix’s hands while his own quivered. “I feel nauseous.”

“Oh.” Felix slid back from Elliott, watching as his shoulders clenched and he dropped his head into his hands. “Is – is there anything I can do?”

Elliott grunted as he pushed himself to his feet. “Just, um – just try to relax. I can tell this is stressing you out a lot. Put something on the T.V., maybe.”

Felix’s heart sank as he sat back on the bed. Elliott crossed the room and let himself into the ensuite. His eyes were pinned on the ground as he turned back to close the door. Felix didn’t want to put anything on the T.V.; the only thing that would make him feel better was being with Elliott, and he couldn’t do that while he was nauseous, or he’d get his arm bitten off. Metaphorically, not literally; or at least, he hoped.

Felix climbed off the bed after a minute, and started rearranging the duvet so they could get straight in once Elliott was ready to lie down. He took one of his own blood and sugar lollipops from the box on his nightstand and left it lying, still in its wrapper, on Elliott’s pillow, in case he felt like replacing some iron. He looked at it for a second and put it away in the box again, realising he didn’t know how Elliott’s body would react to the sucrose.

He wrung his hands after that and sat back down on the bed, unable to think of anything else to do. He started off kneeling, eventually letting his legs slide out to the side, trying not to look towards the bathroom door.

Trying not to picture Elliott gagging over the toilet, all by himself. Trying not to picture this exact same scenario occurring more and more frequently from now on, as Elliott’s body inched closer and closer to being undead, instead of simply off-human. Felix’s hand flew to his mouth to stifle a sob, and he closed his eyes, willing them to absorb the tears that threatened to fall. He wished he could bundle all the tears up and tie a string around them and tuck them away in his heart somewhere.

He jumped as the handle of the bathroom door slammed down, and the door opened a crack. It sat like that without any further movement.

“El?” Felix scrambled off the bed again. He went into the ensuite to find Elliott shivering on his knees in front of the toilet, though it didn’t seem like he’d thrown anything up yet.

He looked up at Felix, that glassy look still in his deep yellow eyes. “Fee, can – can you hold me? Just for a minute?”

Felix shuddered with a sob, his resolve crumbling. He tackled Elliott into a hug and put hand out against the side of the bath to stop both of them from toppling over.

“Oh, don’t cry, beautiful,” Elliott begged in his ear. “Please.”

“I know, I know I’m just making it worse, Elli, I’m sorry.”

“No, I am. I’m so incredibly sorry. This wasn’t part of – of the – of the plan we–”

Elliott lurched forward, and Felix sank back, stroking a hand across his boyfriend’s shoulders as he retched over the toilet. His skin was practically on fire, his body fighting against what it now considered to be foreign substance, a potential threat. Toxins, as Ryan had put it.

A few hours ago, it had just been fried chicken and rice. Nothing toxic at all. The fact that Felix had made it was probably part of the reason Elliott had been holding back from throwing up all this time. Like he thought it would be a direct insult.

“Let it up, darling, it’s okay,” Felix stammered, just in case that was what was happening. He lightened his touch on his back, surprised he hadn’t already been whined at or shaken away. Not wanting to leave, but afraid of making his boyfriend feel too crowded, Felix edged around him and climbed into the bath. He it would make Elliott feel like they were separated enough.

Elliott threw him a quick, grateful glance, then choked on another unproductive gag. “Fee, we – we never… Rome, and – and Japan…”

“Darling,” Felix whimpered, folding his arms on the edge of the bath and resting his chin on top of his hands. “We can still see the world together. I know I talk like all I care about is food tourism, but there’s so much more I want to do. With you, Elli.”

Elliott gasped, trying to choke out more words through the nausea. “What – wh-what if –?”

His breath hitched, a shallow belch echoing against the toilet bowl. He sat forward a little more, back muscles contracting visibly under his skin. He made a noise like something had clawed at his throat before letting waves of vomit splash into the water. Felix wished he could scoop his arms around his waist.

He eventually took his hand away, in case his boyfriend was just cooperating with the touch so as not to upset Felix. He wouldn’t put it past him.

“God,” Elliott rasped finally, dropping his weight to the side and sliding his legs out so that his back was against the bath. His face contorted as he pressed a hand to his belly, letting out a couple of short, wet burps.

“Are you okay?” Felix sighed, crawling down the bath. “Can I touch you now?”

As soon as Elliott gave a weak nod, Felix sat up on his knees, reaching one hand down to rest on his boyfriend’s chest. The other, he placed gently on his cheek. “You’re still just like a furnace.”

Elliott tilted his head to show Felix the weak grin pulling at one edge of his mouth. “Give it a minute, boo. My stomach’s still halfway up my throat.”

Felix pressed his lips to Elliott’s damp, salty cheek. “Did you know the food was going to make you sick?”

“I… hoped it wouldn’t,” Elliott muttered. “I hoped yesterday’s stomach ache would turn out to be just that, not… not this. I didn’t want this, Fee...”

Tears looming in his eyes, Felix kissed the back of Elliott’s neck. “I know.”

Elliott lifted a shaky hand to hold onto Felix’s. Felix wondered if he was pressing so that his heartbeat would be a little more obvious against his palm, its pace slower than a human’s, but still ticking. The thought of it stopping for good, of him becoming truly undead, was clearly on his mind.  His hand slumped away from Felix’s after a few seconds, arm resting heavily in his lap.

“Oh, darling,” Felix said, his voice echoing slightly in the empty bath. “Are you ready to go to bed?”

Elliott grunted. “That sounds wonderful. Sooner or later, it’ll be a silk-lined coffin for me.”

“Elli, I love you,” Felix whispered against the side of Elliott’s head. “But even if that were true, we’d be keeping the bed, because there’s no way I’m being spooned in a coffin.”

[pips-fics]

ask: can i request a scenario when chan has a stomach bug but only the maknae line is at home so they take care of him?

this is my first time responding to an ask!!!  so exciting!  hope you like how it turned out :) 

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tw: vomiting/emeto

woojin loved all of the members of stray kids a whole damn lot.  he loved each and every one of them, really.  changbin and minho included.  he loved them with his whole heart, loved them to the moon and back, even if they can’t whisper to save their lives, i love them.

“why don’t they ever shut up,” chan mumbled from the bunk below woojin’s, sounding very distinctly like he had a headache.

i love them, i love them, i love them… the mantra was on loop in his mind as he dragged himself out of bed at half past midnight ready to shove an entire pillow down both of their throats to silence them.

“what if we add hot sauce-“ woojin heard minho chuckle, interrupting changbin who immediately broke down into almost muffled giggles before continuing, “what if we add hot sauce to pancake batter and see who can eat more?”

when woojin walked into the room, the two were in tears laughing.  he cleared his throat and whispered (actually whispered!  can you imagine?) in a calm, steady manner.  “hey, idiots.”

the idiots went silent immediately.  their lips still wobbled with uncertain smiles trying to force a way onto their faces.  woojin sharpened his glare.

“it’s after midnight.  shut up, you fully grown brats.”

finally, the fiends managed to look remorseful.  minho rubbed the back of his neck, while changbin cleared his throat and spoke up.  “right, sorry, woojin-hyung.”

“we’ll be quieter!”  minho chimed in.  woojin nodded.

“what were you two up to anyway?  i thought everyone would be completely wiped after these pasta few weeks.”

they’d been promoting for two weeks, and had spent the week prior preparing for the their new album.  it had been practice nonstop, and then promos nonstop, woojin didn’t understand how these two had any energy left at all.

changbin scratched the back of his head and gave minho a side-eyed glance.

minho smirked.  “we were… hungry.”

“uh-huh.”  woojin was skeptical.  hadn’t he heard something about hot sauce and pancakes?  and why was there lettuce on one of the kitchen stools?  he shook his head, and went to the cabinet.  he pulled out some instant ramen and shoved it firmly towards the younger boys’ chests.

“make this.  no hot sauce, no lettuce.  you can hard boil eggs in it if you want, but do that and then go to bed after you’ve eaten.  understood?”

both boys nodding up at him, woojin remembered that yes, he did love them.  as long as they allowed him to sleep.

so back to the bedroom he went.  he opened the door slowly.  “chan?  they should be quiet now.”

the only response woojin received was a soft snore.  he smiled slightly as his eyes fell upon his leader’s sleeping face, visible thanks to the light from the hallway.  woojin couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen chan asleep before 1 am, and it was a relief, now, to say the least.

content, woojin started to close the door to their room, even more slowly than he’d opened it, not wanting to startle chan.  the door wasn’t even closed when all of a sudden a loud crash followed by a short yelp, and then another crash, sounded throughout the dorm.  woojin saw chan startle and roll over, grumbling sadly, and his blood boiled.

changbin cackled, minho sniggered, neither of them bothering to even attempt inside voices, and woojin gathered all of his willpower to avoid slamming his bedroom door on the way out.

changbin and minho must have heard him coming, socked feet all but stomping towards them, because woojin found them hiding behind the counter.  rather than speaking, he grabbed both of their noses and pulled them straight outside.  he didn’t let go until they were on the ground level, and the two younger boys were practically cowering.

“you two were really ready to wake chan on the first night that he’s slept in, what, months?”

the cowering intensified.  woojin reminded himself: i love them.  he reminded himself: they’re hungry.  he reminded himself: they’re crazy, because they’re hungry.

he sighed, and pulled out his wallet, waving it around a bit.  “let’s go find something to eat, you actual children.”

——

it was quiet in the dorm, then.  for another 30 minutes, it was completely silent.  

and then chan woke up, immediately and very  vaguely aware that woojin had done him a big, big favor.  mostly, though, he just wanted to go back to sleep.  he wanted sleep more badly than he could ever remember wanting anything in his life.  unfortunately, he was freezing.

head pounding, body shaking, and stomach unsettled, chan rolled out of bed with a sudden and stubborn conviction that he rarely got what he wanted.  this was reinforced when he realized that woojin was not in his bed, and neither was minho, greatly reducing his chances of finding a snuggle buddy to warm him up within walking distance.

he tried to settle for dragging three of minho’s numerous blankets back to bed with him, but he didn’t feel warmer.  he just felt more alone.

chan hated feeling alone.

so, even though it felt infinitely far away, he stumbled his way to the shared space of the dorm.  if he could just find one of his other members too cuddle with, he was sure that he would be warm enough to sleep.  there was nobody in the common room, though, and chan wanted to cry.  walking made him so dizzy, he was so exhausted.  his legs didn’t want to hold him.

but he hated being alone.

he got up, and his stomach did flips.

after a quick rest on the couch, chan was on shaky legs again, this time leaning heavily against the walls as he went.  he was looking for jisung, or hyunjin, or changbin - someone who would snuggle with him, no questions asked.  he tried to be quiet as he entered their bedroom, but he missed a step while entering and the door slammed against the wall.

someone (hyunjin?) grumbled unhappily, someone else - probably jeongin - whined while still somehow sleeping.  and someone shot straight up in bed with a gasp that was probably a suppressed scream.

“…channie-hyung?”  unsurprisingly, that was jisung.

“sorry,” chan mumbled.  his head was hurting worse than ever, and walking had made him nauseous.  all he wanted was… sleep.  he crawled into bed beside the younger boy.  “‘m tired.”

“um…” jisung shifted so that he could look closely at chan, then spoke quietly.  “okay.  why aren’t you asleep in your own bed, hyung?”

chan’s head throbbed.  he hadn’t thought jisung would ask so many questions.  “it’s cold,” he mumbled in absent-minded english, snuggling closer to his friend.  “can i stay here?” 

it took jisung’s sleepy brain a second to figure out that chan wasn’t speaking korean, and another to understand what he was saying. 

“yeah but-“ he could feel sweat seeping through chan’s t-shirt, “are you sick, hyung?”

“hm?”  chan was half-asleep already.  jisung put a hand on chan’s head and cringed.

“chan?  can you sit up for a second?”

“no.”

jisung frowned, uncertain as to what he should do.  “c’mon, hyung, why are you being difficult?”

“just wanna sleep.”

jisung shook his head, mystified, once again barely deciphering chan’s slurred english.  he decided to leave it alone for the time being.  anyway, it wasn’t like he didn’t get it - he just wanted to sleep, too.  and sleep was good for healing, anyway.  he’d check on chan again in the morning.

——

no more than 20 minutes had passed when jisung woke up again, this time to chan flailing wildly and then running out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him and effectively waking everyone in it who might have continued sleeping.

“what’s going on?”  jeongin asked.

“what now?” hyunjin growled.

“nothing, guys, don’t worry about-“ jisung’s train of thought stuttered as loud heaving sounds reached his ears.

“someone’s sick, who’s sick?”  hyunjin questioned, now out of bed.

“it’s chan-hyung,” jisung sighed, resigned.  “i’ll go check on him.  you guys go back to sleep, he’ll be fine.”

jeongin flopped onto his back, but hyunjin just nodded and leaned against the bed with his arms crossed, as if standing guard.

ignoring hyunjin for the moment, jisung went to the bathroom.  the door was cracked open so he knocked lightly.  “channie-hyung?  i’m coming in.”

he was not surprised to find chan, kneeling on the ground, shaking like a leaf, with his hand on his bare chest, trying to catch his breath.  more surprising was that felix was somehow already there, sitting on the ledge of the bathtub with his hand on chan’s back.  chan’s shirt was messy and discarded on the ground beside him, small hiccups were wracking his frame, and when he looked up, there were tears in his eyes.

“jisungie?”

“ah, hyung, why are you crying?”  jisung knelt down beside the older boy, who was crying harder now and making grabby hands at felix.  felix drew chan into a hug, and jisung gently played with chan’s hair until he jerked away from them both, dipping his head into the toilet.  almost immediately, a violent stream of sick poured out, all while chan continued sobbing.

“i think he’s missing home,” felix mumbled quietly.  jisung’s eyes widened.  he shouldn’t have been so surprised, really.  of course chan would miss home.  but still, it had been years since he’d seen any indication of homesickness, in stark contrast to felix, who often relied on members for comfort when missing australia.  but he and chan were so different.  even if they were similar in some ways, by virtue of his position as leader of course chan would be more quiet about his struggles.

“we should get him some water,” jisung said, nodding towards chan.  he paused a second taking a closer look at felix, who seemed a bit off-color.  “hey, you okay?”

felix nodded, but jisung wasn’t buying it.  thinking about it, he wasn’t sure whether felix got squeamish or not, but if he were to guess at this point, he’d say… “yes.”  or maybe “definitely.”

“o-kay.  can you go grab him some water?”

felix nodded again, this time more convincingly, and stood.  chan whined and jisung shushed him, shooing felix out with his hand.  “channie-hyung, he’s just gonna get you some water, okay?  i’ll stay here with you.”

jisung put a hand to chan’s forehead.  sure enough, it was even warmer now than the last time he’d checked.  unsurprising, considering how chan was acting.  it was unusual for the older boy to open up about anything that was upsetting him, even subtly.  jisung couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen chan express any sort of discontent, actually.

“water delivery!”  instead of felix, hyunjin came in with a glass of cool water.

“hey, channie-hyung, how are you doing?”  hyunjin walked in, offering a glass of water.  

when hyunjin crouched down and pressed it to his lips, chan slowly sipped the water, still curled close to jisung.  hyunjin looked at jisung awkwardly.  jisung looked at chan.

“where’s felix?”  chan mumbled desperately, slipping into english once again.  hyunjin cringed.

“he, uh, needed to rest for a bit,” hyunjin explained.  jisung wasn’t entirely sure what that meant, but he guessed that meant felix had felt even worse than he’d looked.  chan’s hopeful expression crumbled.

“i miss him…”  chan whined.  jisung sighed.

“he’s right outside, buddy.  how are you feeling?  you wanna go to bed?”

chan made a groaning noise that was definitely not in the affirmative.  looking at him more closely, jisung knew why.  chan’s eyes were squeezed shut, and jisung could see sweat drops on his face.

“okay, c’mon,” jisung put a hand on chan’s back, helping him sit up over the toilet once again.  “hyunjin, can you get woojin-hyung?”

“right, about that…” chan retched and hyunjin flinched.  “woojin-hyung isn’t here.”

“neither are minho-hyung or changbin-hyung!”  jeongin shouted from the hallway.  chan vomited, then groaned loudly.

“feel… so sick,” he complained.  jisung squeezed his shoulder.

“i know, buddy.”

“where’s felix?” chan whimpered, coughing.  his whole body was trembling.  “want felix back…”

hyunjin made an x with his hands, shaking his head quickly.

“uh… we’ll see felix in a minute, buddy.  i miss him, too.”

chan, who seemed to be done puking, shuddered and curled up on the floor.  “hey, nuh-uh.  you are not sleeping on the floor,” hyunjin scolded.  hyunjin lifted chan up and in the process got captured by a koala.  jisung laughed, watching hyunjin flail dramatically and complain about germs, but relent immediately when he saw chan’s miserable expression.  by the time seungmin came back with a thermometer and tea, hyunjin was laying flat on his back on the floor, with chan laying directly on top of him.

“i’m not sleeping on the floor, i’m sleeping on hyunjin,” chan said, sounding content.  jisung snorted.  they were cute, but this was not going to work for either of them for a whole night, and both of them needed sleep.

“okay, let’s get you to bed,” jisung said in his most authoritative voice.  chan pouted as hyunjin sat up and wrapped his arms and lets around the younger boy’s torso.

“no.”

“hyung!”  hyunjin frowned at chan.

“where’s felix?”  chan asked, persistently, and upset once again.

“channie-hyung, i bet felix would sleep with you if you get off the floor.  or, off of hyunjin, i guess…”

at that, chan perked up.  hyunjin joined in.

“you gotta go to bed, though.  your actual bed.  or felix’s.  a bed.”

chan pouted, but thankfully stood up, leaning on hyunjin and jisung for support.  they led him to felix’s room, where they found the younger australian boy already in bed, apparently already asleep.

“what are you guys doing?”  seungmin asked, startling all three of the others.

“chan’s sick.  what are you doing?”  hyunjin asked, eyeing the younger boy skeptically.  seungmin shrugged, his face lit by his phone light.

“listening to music.  i’ll keep an eye on him.”

“‘m fine,” chan mumbled, stumbling into bed with felix.

“lix…”  chan whined, hugging the younger boy.  felix’s face scrunched up before he opened his eyes, squinting and reluctant until he saw chan.

“channie… hyung?”

“can i sleep here?  please?”  chan was begging, which was almost humorous considering how slim the chances of felix ever denying him.

“‘course,” felix mumbled, wrapping chan in a hug and petting his hair.  “you’ll feel better soon, hyung.”

meanwhile, hyunjin explained to jisung and seungmin that felix had nearly vomited after seeing chan get sick.  seungmin volunteered to accompany chan if he had to be sick later that night.  fortunately, seungmin wasn’t squeamish, and could speak english.  still, jisung decided to take changbin’s bed for the night, just in case.

——

when woojin returned with a sleepy minho and changbin, the dorm was silent, but they quickly realized that something was off.  changbin was the first to notice, mainly because jisung was in changbin’s bed.  he made his way to woojin and minho’s room, where woojin was just about to step into the hallway.  woojin raised an eyebrow at changbin and let him in.

“chan’s not in his bed, is he on the couch?”

“uh, no, he’s with felix.  and jisung stole my bed,” changbin pouted.  woojin smirked.

“well why don’t you steal chan’s bed, then?”  changbin nodded, too exhausted to argue.  minho spoke up from where he was lying on his own bed.

“i guess chan woke up even without us trying to make food.  we could’ve just eaten here.”  woojin could hear the smirk in his voice.

“yeah, yeah, i’m so sure.  you’re welcome for saving you not only from chan’s wrath, but also food poisoning.”

minho laughed and woojin smirked.  “okay, time for bed before you two get any other crazy ideas.  we’ll see what went on while we weren’t here tomorrow morning.”

[seasonofthegeek]

JfT: Every Life Lived, Part 2

For the lovely @miraculouspaon

Parts 1, 2:

It was a weird sensation, watching himself walk around his old home. Felix and Marc followed in step behind his sullen younger self as he trudged down one of the long hallways of the Agreste mansion. 

“Which reality is this?” Felix asked, keeping his voice low even though Marc assured him they wouldn’t be noticed by anyone.

“I needed to latch onto a strong emotion to get this started and the one you felt when you spoke of Nino was enough.” His expression was apprehensive. “Just be prepared. I have a feeling this isn’t going to be pleasant.”

Younger Felix turned a corner and came face-to-face with an ashen Nathalie.  “Is it true?” he murmured, not quite meeting her eyes. “Was Adrien killed today?”

Nathalie swallowed audibly and then cleared her throat, though her voice was still strained as she spoke. “Yes. I’m so sorry, Felix.”

Felix watched his other self stiffen even as a small chill ran down his spine. 

“Don’t be sorry for me,” the younger man replied flippantly. “I never appreciated the competition anyway.” He turned on his heel and walked away from Nathalie’s shocked face. 

“Adrien’s dead...” Felix whispered and felt his heart clench. “I don’t understand...”

“Perhaps we should see if we can find out more of the story,” Marc suggested. He gently linked their arms and they moved through the crumbling Nathalie and down the hall. 

There was an inhuman scream and a loud crashing sound and Marc and Felix shared a glance before they drifted through a wall towards the commotion. Gabriel lifted his expensive desk chair over his head and threw it across the room, the beautiful crafted wood splintering as it hit the wall. Dried blood was splattered from his mouth down to his chest and arms and his eyes were wild with anger.  Pierce stood stoically by the door, the only reaction a tightness in his eyes.

Felix watched his father lose control and wondered if he’d been like that after losing his mother or if this was a different kind of loss. The realization that he could see his mother through Marc came to him and he tucked the hope away for later. They’d need to make it through this hellish landscape first.

“We need to move on,” he managed. As much as he loathed his father, it was hard to see Gabriel so broken. He hadn’t been coherent when Jagged dragged Felix away to his death. Had he grieved in the same way or was this only for Adrien? He tried to shake the thought away. It did no good to think on it either way.

They came across a sobbing Adele being comforted by an equally sobbing Nathalie and Felix pushed Marc to keep going. He couldn’t take the heartwrenching sound of their cries and his words to Nathalie still rang cruelly in his ears. 

“I never appreciated the competition anyway.”

It had to have been said out of pain. Felix never truly hated Adrien, though he’d been an annoying pest of a younger brother, he never wished him ill. He wanted to see himself again and then in the magical way this dreamscape seemed to operate, they were standing outside his old room. Two guards took up a post by the door and Felix put a hand out to halt Marc’s progress so he could listen to what they were saying.

“...came out of nowhere apparently. Killed Sasha and McClain before they took out the prince.”

“I heard the king got there just as they snapped the prince’s neck and he went feral. Linell was with him and said he drained three of the hunters in less than a minute. Unheard of.”

“Didn’t a couple get away?”

The other guard grimaced and lowered his voice even more. “Yeah. Fast bastards apparently. That’s why we’re stuck here with the royal asshole.”

“You really think they’d come for the other prince tonight?”

“I didn’t think anyone was ballsy enough to try for the younger one. I have a feeling things around here are about to get a lot stricter.”

“Might be time to try to switch houses.”

“Good luck with that. King would kill you before he’d let you transfer.”

Felix swallowed against the bile rising in his throat and beckoned Marc to follow him through the guards and the door to his old bedroom. He felt a small twinge of hope when he saw his younger self curled in a ball on his bed and crying silently into a pillow. He watched him for a while before turning back to the other man. 

“You said this is the reality without Nino. So my father killed him in the fight after Adrien?”

Marc shrugged helplessly. “I’m not sure. We can try to move forward in time and see if you’d like.”

Felix was impressed. “You can do that?”

“I can try. That’s the point of this whole exercise.” Marc smiled but it vanished quickly. “Let me have your hand.” He took in a deep breath and then they were in the middle of a fight. There was yelling and screams of pain and the whole world was chaos. Hunters and Agreste guards fought to the death through the halls and Felix spotted his younger self brandishing his dagger and he ran toward him with Marc on his heels. 

Felix inhaled sharply as he saw human Nino back up against the wall with wide eyes as younger Felix advanced on him, fangs bared. Nino was weaponless and looking around wildly.

“You killed a child and you call us monsters,” younger Felix snarled. Nino made a protesting sound but it morphed into one of pain as the dagger slid into his gut like it was cutting through butter. “Rot in hell,” the prince seethed as he ripped the dagger upwards.

Felix turned and threw up before he could see Nino’s insides spill to the floor. The sounds were more than enough. “Go...please....” he rasped and blindly reached out for Marc. There was a rush of sound around them and then a quiet that left his ears ringing. He slid to the floor and threw up again.

“That was Nino then,” Marc said, voice quiet.

“I killed him...how could I...how...he’s...” Felix dry heaved but there was nothing left on his stomach. He could still see the frantic look in Nino’s eyes and knew this Nino hadn’t killed Adrien either. He didn’t stop it this time but there was no way that man had directly killed a child, though perhaps that wasn’t any better.

“That wasn’t your Nino,” Marc explained gently. “None of this is real. You chose a different path. You both did.”

Felix called to memory a few calming exercises he used in the past in particularly emotional times and he finally was able to look at Marc after a long few minutes. “I need to see how this timeline ends.”

“May I ask why?”

He took a second to gather his thoughts. “Nathaniel explained that with your powers, what I saw before could actually be my possible future.”

Marc blushed and ducked his head. “That’s true but I hope he also explained that the future is constantly changing and I have no control over that.”

“He did, but...I think I need to know that not all roads come to the same end. That feels important somehow.”

“You want to know that your decisions matter. I understand,” Marc nodded. He offered his hand once more. “Another jump forward then?”

Everything moved around them in a rush of air and sound and then Felix was staring at a slightly older version of the man he’d just watched kill his beloved. The other Felix’s hands were covered in blood and he turned to look right at him.

Marc gasped softly as Lila sauntered through them like the ghosts they were. She perched on the edge of the desk and leaned over to look at what was hidden behind it. “You could’ve waited until I at least got to watch,” she pouted and reached out to try to bring the other Felix closer to her. “Did he beg for his life?”

Other Felix pulled away in obvious disgust but only moved back far enough so that she couldn’t touch him easily. “He was resigned to it. I think he was surprised I’ve let him live this long. He put up a fight but there was no effort behind it. He’s been weak for a long time now.” He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and attempted to wipe at the drying blood on his hands.

“Do we get to go kill Adele now? Ooo, let’s see how long it takes the bond to kill Nathalie if we take our time with Adele,” Lila crooned. “I’ve always been curious.”

“And I have no doubt you’ve sated that curiosity with other unfortunate souls many times over,” he replied dryly. “They’ll live for now.”

“Well, you’re not going to be any more fun than Gabriel as the king.” She leaned back over the desk and looked down at the former king’s broken form. “I think I’ll take his body if you don’t have any use for it. I have many hungry pets.”

A pained look flashed across the other Felix’s face but quickly disappeared as he waved his hand. “Do what you want. I wanted the throne and now I’ve got it, thanks to your help. Everything else is inconsequential.”

Marc grabbed Felix’s arm as he began to move past him. “Sometimes it’s best not to see everything,” he said quietly.

Felix wanted to protest but he knew he wouldn’t lose the memory of watching himself kill Nino anytime soon. Perhaps it was wise not to add another visual to the list. “I killed Nino. I killed my father. I’m still king though, just like in the other future.”

“But at what cost?” Marc winced. “What kind of king could you possibly make in this state? Do you want to go further?”

He shook his head. “I’ve seen more than my fill of this reality. I knew my life was better with Nino in it no matter the troubles we’ve had but this cements that for me.” He cast another look at his other self and saw the evident pain on that Felix’s face as he stared down at Gabriel’s dead body. “If it’s okay, I’d really like to see my mother now.”

___

Just for Tonight

Before Just for Tonight drabbles

Buy me a cherry coke?

[soft-kpop-imagines]

under the moon (woolix)

the sky above was slowly fading into shades of red, pink, and orange. the sun was setting. "it's pretty, isn't it?" Woojin asked, setting the blanket he brought with him down onto the grass so the two boys could sit down. "yeah." felix breathed out. he was awestruck at the beautiful scenery. "how'd you find this place?" felix asked back, eyes glowing and his freckled cheeks on full display. he was in awe of the sunset just in front of him. it was an almost perfect view, the hill the two boys were on just the perfect height to watch the sun go down below the earth, if one so pleased. everything was stunning, including the boy next to him, but that was for another time. right now, felix wanted to focus on the sun setting just below the treeline. "oh- uh- just some luck, i guess." woojin said, stuttering slightly at the beginning. it wasn't just luck, though. woojin had been looking for a place to confess to felix. the older boy knew he liked watching the sun set or rise, which ever he could, or both if he could. felix had only nodded his head, turning back to the beautiful view in front of him. the freckled boy had always found a sense of calmness in the slow set of the sun, the way the colors of the sky changed and mixed into the clouds, making the fluffy flying things in the sky shades of orange and pink, and rarely, red. he liked to watch as the colors of the clouds changed and the sky would become the colors of yellow, orange, and red before darkness completely encased their side of earth, the moon in the sky lighting up just enough for him to see. "i don't know why," felix started before he could process what he was saying, "but, i've always wanted my fist kiss to be at night or during the sunset." when felix had realized what he'd just confessed, he felt heart rise to his cheeks. "sudden and very random, but- wait- should i have heard that?" woojin asked, a teasing smile on his lips, but he also did want to know if he was supposed to hear that or not. he turned his head to felix, who was still watching the remains of the sun's rays as there was soon to be only the moon lighting the darkness. his blush was very much there, making him look even cuter to woojin. "forget i said that, please..." more heat ran to felix's face, this time also coating his neck in a light red shade as well. boy, was he embarrassed. "felix?" "yeah?" "you know you're cute when you blush?" woojin asked, smiling at the younger boy. "wh- what?" felix blushed more at their sudden proximity. "you look cute when you blush." woojin said this time, instead of phrasing it as a question. "i- " felix didn't know how to respond to that. how was he supposed to say something when his crush just called him cute? "i have something i need to tell you, which is actually why i brought you out here. i-" woojin began, but felix cut him off. "is it-" felix began, but woojin stopped him. "no, it's nothing bad. just, listen to me okay?" woojin asked the boy. he only nodded. "i like you." woojin said, the simplicity of it confusing felix. "aren't you supposed to like me if we're friends? that's why we're friends?" felix asked confused. "no, felix. not like that. i like you, more than a friend." woojin said, his voice almost a whisper. "oh." was all felix managed for a few short moments. "i- i think i like you t- too." felix stuttered through his sentence. the two were silent for a short moment, the air slightly uncomfortable. it was easy to see so many things were left unsaid, but those things could wait. "can i kiss you?" woojin asked. the sun had set, the moon high in the sky. when did that happen? the stars shone down, highlighting feilx's freckles and (very evident) blush. "y- yeah.." felix mumbled and stuttered, his cheeks becoming an even deeper shade of red. so, woojin moved closer. and closer. and a bit closer until his and felix's faces were only a few centimeters apart. his eyes trailed to felix's lips and then back up. felix gulped and then the gap was closed. even if the galaxy-cheeked boy had said it was okay, he was still very shocked. nonetheless, the boy kissed back, albeit hesitant and inexperienced. their lips moved together for a few seconds before woojin pulled away, only to hear a whine from felix. hey, it wasn't his fault woojin's lips were warm and soft! then he realized- "that was my first kiss..." felix said, his voice was a bit breathless from the kiss, and woojin found it cute how breathless he was. "that was your first kiss?" woojin asked, clarifying if what he had heard was correct. felix only gave a small hesitant nod in return. the young boy's eyes began to water and woojin was quick to pull felix into a hug. "why you crying, 'lixie? huh, angel?" felix just shook his head. he was so happy. his crush confessed to him, fucking finally, he had his first kiss with his favorite person and crush since they met. how was he not happy? "what's wrong, angel?" woojin tried again. felix held back a sob of happy as he just smiled and held onto woojin tighter. "nothin' hyungie... 'm jus' really happy." felix admitted. "why so happy?" woojin asked, it was only a kiss, he really didn't think it could be that special for someone. "my crush finally confessed, but i'm slightly upset because i wanted to confess first because i had a whole thing planned out, but it's okay. i had my first kiss on the same night, and my favorite person was my first kiss." felix said, his eyes letting go of more tears as he held tighter to woojin if even possible. "i'm... i'm your favorite person?" woojin questioned, hugging felix with the same amount of tightness felix was hugging him. he felt the boy nod against him and he smiled. he felt proud to be someone's favorite person. especially felix's favorite person. warmth spread through him, and he felt so happy and content in that moment. until- "oh, i forgot to ask you one thing." woojin said, he felt just a bit stupid asking the question this late, but- "will you be my boyfriend, lee felix?" "you idiot, of course." felix said, giving the older a small chuckle before clinging himself to the other male like a koala. woojin finally looked at the time, seeing it was nearing 2 in the morning. "looks like someone stayed up past his bedtime." woojin said, lifting felix up as he stood. "you did it yourself. taking me out here so late, knowing i'd get caught up in watching the sun set." felix mumbled, he tried to sound angry, but he only ended up pouting and then yawning right after, so his attempt wasn't very fatal. "let's get you back to the dorms so you can sleep." woojin said, felix still clung to him like a koala so he picked up the blanket they sat on and dragged it with him as to not disturb felix. at a crosswalk, woojin looked back to see felix sleeping soundly and he noticed a small smile on his lips as he snuggled into the warmth that was woojin. ~ when the two finally made it back to the dorms, it was only 2:15 am and woojin just hoped chan was awake to let him in. woojin knocked on the door, waiting patiently for someone to open it. "who is it?" the voice was obviously chan, the sleepiness and very slight accent being anything to go by. "it's woojin." and the door was opened. "why did you not grab your keys?" chan asked, his voice laced with so much sleepiness that woojin wanted to pick chan up as well and take him to his room to tuck him in and make sure he fell asleep. "how'd your confession go?" chan asked another question. "felix is sleeping soundly on my back so i was not about to bother him just to fish out a pair of keys that i didn't have. and the confession went well." woojin smiled as he looked at the sleeping boy again. "go put him to bed." chan laughed as he saw felix snuggle closer to woojin and woojin let himself smile as well. "you go on to bed, too, channie. it's probably near 2:30, 3 o'clock by now." woojin said, nodding his head in the direction of chan's bedroom. chan nodded. "good night, wooj." "good night, chan." woojin carried felix to his bedroom, but as he was about to lay felix down on his bed and tuck him in, felix held tighter onto the older boy. "no." he protested. "wanna sleep with hyung." felix mumbled sleepily. it was no secret that felix liked skinship, it was his preferred method of affection. so woojin just sighed, fixed the boy's bed sheets and carried him out of the room, not forgetting to shut the door on the way out. "yay..." felix trailed off before promptly falling right back asleep. woojin only shook his head at his boyfriend and he carried the boy into his room, laying him down on the bed before getting up to get some more comfortable clothing for the two to sleep in. felix whined when he felt the movement. "i'm not going anywhere, 'lixie. i'm gonna grab some more comfortable clothes for us to sleep in, alright?" and he saw felix nod. "want one of hyungie's shirts." felix mumbled. "i know." woojin chuckled. he changed his own clothes first, just a t-shirt and some sweatpants. for felix, he grabbed a hoodie that was even a bit big on him. woojin easily took the boy's shirt off and replaced it with the hoodie and then promptly removed the boy's pants before sliding behind felix and laying on his back, waiting for felix to rest his head on his chest. that was his preferred method of cuddling with woojin, as felix had once said that he was really soft and he was a god pillow. woojin rested his arm around felix's slim waist before kissing the already asleep boy's forehead and wishing him a good night. woojin allowed his eyes to close as well and he fell into content sleep, a small smile on his lips because he could finally give felix all the kisses and love he deserved.