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Archangel (AzrielxReader) PT. 5

A/N: EEEEK NEW Archangel chapter <3 Hope its everything y'all wanted and possibly more.

W/C: 7.7k ish

Warnings: ANGST, Sorrow, Mentions of death, Mentions of torture and violence (As always let me know if I missed anything!)

Far different were Helion’s meals than that of the Night Court’s inner circle. Gone was the familiarity and quaintness of the River House Dining room. In its place- the finery and revelry of Helion’s “gazebo” (which seemed to be code word for opulent outdoor dining area) fitted with a small string band and a table large enough to dine fourty.

“I’d say I am surprised- but he has a tendency to do these things…” Azriel leaned down to whisper in your ear as you approached Helion who was standing with his back to the two of you, overlooking the view of his capital city below.

“Bit of a show off?” You asked, never once taking your eyes off of the High Lord’s wide back, why was it so hot in here?

“You have no idea.” Azriel chuckled, composing his features as Helion turned to face you. He was once more adorning his golden crown, though- he had changed into a white tunic and pants. With the sun setting behind him he was haloed by oranges and pinks so divine you weren't sure Feyre could even capture the beauty of his silhouette with her finest paints and brushes. If angels had existed and could be present, this is what they would have looked like you decided- beautiful, serene.

Striding forward he stopped only feet before you, bending at the waist to bow and offer you a hand. His motion shuddered, and his eyes fell to the intertwined fingers of you and Azriel’s joined hands. A glimmering light flashed across the High Lord’s eyes and he raised his gaze to Azriel who stiffened briefly. Some unspoken words were shared between the males and Helion smiled slightly, relenting and drawing his hand back to his own space. You glanced at Azriel who only nodded and released his hold on your hand.

“You look lovely, (Y/N).” Helion spoke, his voice soft and wholly honest as he drank in your face. “I had heard you became fae but I didnt realize…” Hiz gaze trained on Azriel once more, and the Spymaster cleared his throat.

“That you had become a part of the Night court.” Helion finished, his tone clipped and his brows raised. You bussied your hands with the skirts of your dress and swallowed.

“I wouldn't say that.” You replied, finding Helion’s gaze and forcing the High lord to hold it as you spoke, “I’ve been taken in by them for the time being it seems.”

With a guarded expression Helion only hummed in acknowledgement of the statement, “I see..” Motioning towards the table, now laden with steaming food, the lord of day pulled your chair out for you.

Once your trio was seated and dining quietly you began to pry, “What makes you think I have joined their court, High Lord?” You purred, filling your glass with a shimmering wine. Azriel looked up from his meal and watched you intensely, his back ramrod straight.

With thoughts clouding his eyes Helion looked briefly to Azriel before shrugging and swallowing a bite of quail, “Your letter was on a piece of parchment with Rhysand’s seal, and now you have arrived with a member of his court.”

You paled, and Azriel looked up quickly.

“Letter?”

“Why yes- (Y/N) sent me a letter re-”

A bolt of light beneath the table and a poor fae male approaching with another goblet of wine was stumbling and drenching the fine fabric of your dress in the dark liquid. You screeched and jumped from your seat, staring down wide eyed as though you hadn't caused the mess yourself.

Both males leaned forward in their seats, Helion offering the young servant some harsh words before he was standing to offer you napkins and aid.

“Really- its alright!” You laughed loosely, praying that Azriel would drop the letter Helion had mentioned. Waving him off you sat back in your seat and glanced at the spymaster, his eyes were trained on the table and judging from the ticking in his jaw you were sure he would bring it up again later.

“My apologies, the younger ones can be clumsy.” Helion grit out, eyes trained on the path that poor male had taken. You made a mental note to check on the kid later, find a way to apologize for whatever punishment he endured.

You smiled lightly and only shrugged it off, continuing to eat. They had fallen for it- completely forgotten the conversation being held previously.

The rest of the dinner flowed easily, the males talked of stories long past and Helion steered the conversation away from anything pertaining to Amarantha or the Mountain. You were grateful, and fell easily into fanciful conversation about nothing important. By the time the hour long meal had ended you were warm from the wine and aching at the sides from laughter. Even Azriel- passive a always- was smiling and had relaxed into his seat a fraction.

“May I abhor you for a walk through the garden?” Helion spoke as the three of you stood to part ways. Azriel stared at you pensively, but the anger brewing beneath his amber eyes only spurred your wine hazed mind further.

“Of course.”

If Helion’s gardens had been magical during the day, they were absolutely enchanting at night. The soft song of the birds had faded away into a symphony of crickets and toads alike- and jasmine thick and strong permeated the warm air. Spring here was much different from the Night Court- as though the world here had clung to every inch of warmth from the sun in order to banish the creeping tendrils of last winter’s chill.

You strolled beside Helion, his hands ever clasped behind his back and his golden eyes trained on the cobbled path before you. He was deep in thought- rummaging through the list of questions he had no doubt.

After several minutes of silence it seemed he stumbled upon one that suited him and he cocked his head to the side as you walked, “So where does knocking my servant to the ground come into these elusive powers you wrote to me about?”

A blush, crimson and hot creeped up your chest and rested firmly upon your cheeks, “I thought the young ones were clumsy?”

Helion smiled and hummed “Ah- yes. They are but Dorian is two hundred years old (y/n), and has served me well for the past 150. Never once has he faltered and drenched my guests in wine.” He motioned to the stain that had taken residence on your dress, and with a snap of his fingers and a knowing look- it was gone.

“You caught me.”

His brows furrowed and he stopped momentarily to study a particularly colorful zinnia bush, “Why did you not tell Azriel you wrote to me?” He spoke, not turning his gaze away from the blushing petals.

“I didnt tell any of them I wrote to you.”

“Why not?”

You moved away from him then, continued strolling slowly down the path, hyper aware that he had once more begun to follow a few paces behind you. The whisper of your skirts on the stone below called him forward, the high lord only stopping when you took a seat on a bench lining the path.

“Because I did not want them to know I was seeking answers, Helion.” You admitted finally, watching him as he came to a stop, opting to stand and watch you ponder. “They are keeping things from me- things about myself, my ability that could be useful.”

The lord of day sighed and picked imaginary lint off of his shirt. Raising his hand he summoned a light, strong and bright that cast out the whisper of night and lit up your secret garden with the glow of day.

“There are things that Rhysand and the others are not telling you- that much is certain.” You nodded at his words, watched that light as it bobbed and danced in his hand, “But they are not keeping anything about your abilities from you.” He finished and tossed the light towards you.

Reaching out a hand you let the light fall into your palm, your own, weaker, light joining it. They danced in your palm, melted into one another like liquid gold.

“How can you be so certain?” You whispered, transfixed by the scene you held. Helion took a seat beside you and braced himself on his knees, his eyes falling to the lights as well.

“Because they have no reason to- they know what you are.” He cupped his palm over yours, extinguished his light. The garden once more was cast into darkness until the high Lord lifted his hand. The dim light of your own magic was resting in your palm, humming with energy and life.

“How can you know that for sure?” You watched it, mulling over that thrum it held. “How can they know if I dont even know myself?”

“Because Beddor, like calls to like.” He flicked the orb with little strength and the light shot into the sky above, with brilliant intensity the night lit up, the orb exploding into a cascade of stars, bright and powerful, miles above your heads.

You stared at it, trailed the stars as they fell into the world, your jaw was slack and your skin was warm. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Helion- tight lipped and saddened watching you marvel at the scene you had created.

“The High Lord of Night is not keeping that a secret from you, (y/n).” His voice was a whisper, taut with emotion you could not discern. Your first night here and he was revealing to you more than you had possibly hoped for.

With tight shoulders Helion stood and dusted his pants, “The answers you seek are closer than you realize. I can help you learn a bit about this gift but I can not tell you what they are keeping from you.” The air was perfumed with the faint smell of ash, barely peaking over the jasmine “Use what you have to your advantage. Give me the week to find what I can.”

His eyes- his eyes so closely resembled the look they held the night he watched you crumple to the floor beneath the mountain as Clare died. Pain and guilt had etched themselves so deeply into his features that you only closed your lips and nodded.

“Goodnight, (y/n).”

“Goodnight, Helion.” And you sat for a moment longer as the High Lord walked down the path, leaving you with the croak of the toads and that small bobbing light you had summoned once more.

“I think you and I need to talk.” Azriel spoke from his spot outside of your room. He leaned against the door, arms crossed over his broad chest. You raised a brow at his words and pushed him out of the way, a motion he allowed. Flinging open the door of your chambers you let it swing wide as you sauntered in, freeing your hair from its pins as you walked.

“Do we?” You mused, stopping in the small sitting area to drop the pins onto the low table there. He stalked into the room after you, and the slam of your door sent frames shaking and an echo clanging through the room like a symbol. “That was rude.” You muttered, struggling with a particularly nasty pin at the back of your head.

“What letter was he talking about?” His tone was clipped as he strode forward, knocking your hand out of the way to pull the pin himself. You thanked him quietly as he moved away from you to brace his arms on a velveted chair.

Shrugging you pulled the laces of your corset, let the dress loosen before you sat down, filling one of the awaiting glasses on your table with wine left by Misae. “I have no clue what you’re talking about. He must have been confused with the letter Rhysand sent in response to his request that I visit.”

The male scoffed and watched you bring that glass to your lips and drink deeply before pouring yourself another. “Don't play coy with me, Beddor. What letter?”

You watched as the bubbling wine settled and slid down the sides of your glass- perhaps you had poured too much. The liquid seeped onto your fingers and slid down, down, down. Without looking up you huffed, “What is it you don't want Cassian to tell me?”

Azriel tilted his head to the side, dark brows furrowing as he watched you. “What are you talking about?”

You shrugged and drank deeply once more, relishing in the warm fuzz returning from its absence after dinner. “Its a beautiful thing Azriel. To have a gift your court claims to know so little about.”

You summoned that light, let it glint in the space before your face. His shadows rose in reply, curling above his shoulders and settling around his ears. His eyes widened, the shadows pulling close to the tips of his wings, as though they were watching that curious light.

“You're Not the only one with a watchdog, Azriel.” You hummed, eyes trailing up the length of him before settling on his eyes, “What is it you don't want Cassian to tell me?hmm?”

He was staring at you, expression hardly readable as you downed your second glass and stood. You hadn't wanted to confront him, to have that clipped tone in your voice that Rhysand and Azriel used so often to speak to you. But it felt good, felt good to watch him be dumbfounded.

It could have been the wine that made your shoulders square, or the words you and Helion had shared but you stepped towards him, slid in between his body and the chair before him.

“What is it that Rhysand thinks im not ready to hear? That Cassian swore not to speak of?”

He was breathing heavily, staring down at you through dark lashes. Through the open air windows the moon cast long shadows on the plane of his face.

“Im sure Helion will tell you.” He grit out, dragging his eyes over the scope of your chest before looking to your face once more.

“Perhaps he will. He’s quite helpful in that department, unlike some people.” You were seething now, ripping away from his gaze and sauntering back to that little table which promised wine. You discarded the glass, opted to grab the bottle and make your way towards the doors leading to the balcony.

“You want the truth, Beddor?” He called, and when you turned over your shoulder he was still standing by that chair, watching you with a darkened gaze. Turning to face him fully you turned the bottle up and drank, motioning at him with your hand to continue speaking.

He strode forward and ripped the bottle from your lips, “Enough of this.” He pressed until your back was pressing into the cool glass of the doors, his arms raising to cage you in a cocoon of muscle and membranous wing.

“They won't tell you because its not their secret to share.”

“Is it yours to keep, Azriel?” You challenged, even standing ramrod straight you couldn't look him in the eye. His lips thinned and that damn muscle was ticking in his jaw again. You raised a hand, let your index finger smooth over it. He stiffened below your touch and watched you with bated breath.

“It isn't, is it shadowsinger?” It came out as hardly a whisper. Your jaw was set, posture guarded. You were challenging him and it was making him sloppy. When had a female last tried it with him? Last caused him to rethink his next move?

The wine was warming your blood, clouding your brain. He was so close to you, closer than he had been that night he held you on the townhouse floor.

“No. No it isnt.” He replied, leaning back slightly. With a final glance he was turning away from you, bringing the bottle of wine to his own lips as he walked back to that chair and dropped heavily into it.

Despite yourself you sucked in a deep breath in your newfound space, let it clear your head a bit.

“They were giving me time to find a way to tell you on my own. But then you assumed we were keeping something from you as some form of fucked up leverage.” He spoke, staring at a painting on the wall across from him. You stayed stationary, watched him unravel from beside the door.

“Truth be told they found out by accident, they all did.”

“What did they find out, Azriel.” You urged, tired of him dancing around the words. His brows were furrowed and he finished the bottle quickly. Good gods…

He turned his head to look at you, swallowed thickly at the way the straps of your dress were falling off your shoulders, how mused your hair was, the halo of the moonlight around your disheveled form.

You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen

He looked away.

“You're my mate, (Y/N).”

The world tilted on its axis, stopped spinning briefly. He chuckled weakly at his own words, dropped his head into his hands. The air in your lungs dissipated entirely. Mates. That word had meant nothing to you two years ago. Hell- it had meant nothing to you until Elain had sobbed in your bedroom all those months ago as she divulged her darkest secrets to you about Lucien.

“Its a soul tie, (y/n). We are bound to each other because their gods believed it fit. It goes above all law.”

She had sobbed into your hair. Of course, she had gone into the practicalities, how she could deny him if she so pleased but that denying a bond the other craved often destroyed the mate in question.

Your head was spinning.

Suddenly, oh so suddenly, you were a small girl laying on the lawn of your family’s hillside manor dreaming of falling in love because you could not because you had to. What was that word he had uttered other than the promise to a life you had not crafted on your own?

You had gone still, a deathly still that had Azriel shifting in his seat and standing slowly.

“I’ve upset you.” He whispered.

“How long have you known?” You questioned, eyes trained on the floor. He stopped moving, tucked his outstretched hand back into his pants pocket and rubbed his shoe into the ground.

“Since Hybern.”

Months.

He had known for months.

“Oh my gods…”

And you felt it then, a tug in the center of your chest so hard that you fell to your knees on the bedroom floor. It cleaved through your ribs and wrapped around the epicenter of your body, pulling and tugging you towards the master of shadows- But all you could do was wrap your arms around yourself and stare up at him. He was wide eyed and slack jawed, in awe that you had finally felt it.

“(y/n)-” He started, sinking low to the floor before you as you began to cry. He was far enough away for you to have space, but low enough that you could look him eye to eye.

He was your friend. He had held you in the town house, built your snowman, spent time with you in the cabin, gotten to know you over the past season of your life. He had defended you against Rhysand, stood up for you.

It had warmed you to him- knowing that you had a friend, and to learn that it was because of some cosmic bullshit that made him feel like he owned you in some way no one else was allowed to…

It was all beginning to make sense now. The anger in which he reacted whenever his friends had raised their voices at you, or made a suggestive statement, or Helion walking with you alone. Cassian on the bridge.

You were drowning and there was no life vest anywhere. Gasping for air you folded in on yourself, watched him fight the urge to surge forward.

“It was all a lie?” You questioned, more to yourself than him. His frown deepened and he scrambled to explain himself.

“None of it was a lie.” He caught your eyes, held your gaze with such intensity that you had to look away, “None of it, I swear to you.”

All will come in due time.

That little voice had whispered to you in Rhysand’s office. You nodded weakly at Azriel’s words, “I need you to leave.”

“I’ll go to my room if you want that.”

“No-” You shook your head and something like hope sparked in his eyes, “I need you to leave the day court. I’ll spend the rest of my week here with Feyre if I have to have an escort, but I need you to leave.”

Azriel swallowed thickly and stood, what could he say? There was nothing he could reply with other than a curt nod before he was forcing his feet to take him away from you, and down the hall away from your room.

As he closed the bedroom door, the lock clicking firmly into place, your body cracked open with a sob- deep and mournful.

“It is a woman’s greatest honor in life to be chosen as a man’s wife.”

“But mother, what if I do not love him?” Clare whispered as your mother tucked the two of you into your separate beds.

“Love can come with time.”

You had replayed that conversation in your head since you were seven years old. Thought of it everytime Clare was courted or you observed your parents laughing together. It was always so stiff, so void of small touches and glances that the novels you read deemed love to be- that you decided at an early age you would never become someone's wife just for the sake of being their wife. You’d never wait for love to “come with time”.

And yet here you were, laying on the cold marble floors of the Day Court sobbing over a mate given to you by gods that had - in your mind - long since been dead.

Rhysand had been right.

You werent ready, and faintly- some part of you deep down knew you would never be ready to accept it.

You rolled over on the smooth stone below and watched the moon sink below the horizon to welcome the sun. Too tired to move, you closed your eyes against the glare and hoped that when Misae came to wake you, Azriel would be long gone.

“He’s offering to stay away from you, (y/n).” Helion sighed, rubbing his hands through his braids as he watched you pace. The morning had been fairly uneventful, interrupted only by Helion requesting your presence in the garden.

“I wanted him gone.”

He was the picture of exasperation and confusion as he watched you. His large frame was slumped onto a stone bench and the golden crown he so often donned had been swapped with glinting metal jewelry intricately placed in his hair. You stopped to raise a brow at him and rest your hands on your hips.

“Give him some grace, please, I understand that this is frustrating and new to you but-”

“But nothing.” You cut him off abruptly, “I came here for answers as to what I am and all I have discovered is that I am sworn to a man that I have only known for a few months.”

Helion’s lips thinned into a line and he leaned back on the bench, you resumed your pacing. Surely by now you had worn a hole in the finely manicured grass below you. The hyacinth you had been clutching was now void of petals, picked clean by your bustling fingers.

“Look at me.” You did so begrudgingly, stopped that pattern of back and forth to hold his molten gaze.

“Azriel is fighting off instincts that are engraved into his chemical makeup because you asked him too. I am not saying he should get a pat on the back for doing the bare minimum but I am asking you to understand that not many males would do that.” He stood and gently took your shoulders in his hands, forcing you to turn to him, look at him.

“Take it from me, Beddor. Loving someone is painful. Loving someone and walking away from them when every part of your being is calling you towards them? It kills you slowly.”

Despite yourself, you scoffed, “He can not love me, Helion. He hardly knows who I am.”

“And if he does?”

“He doesn't.” You assured him, turning your eyes to the hip-high hyacinth plant beside you.

“Do not be so sure.” He was taking his defeat gracefully, released your arms and made to leave, “His entire life has been nothing but the retrieval of information. Do not count out what he knows about you because you are scared he knows too much.”

He began to disappear down a sunlit path to attend meetings about gods’ knew what. Swallowing thickly you looked to your palm, its usual tint painted a soft pink from how tightly you had gripped the now bald petals. With a great huff you slumped into the bench Helion had claimed moments before. Its stone surface was warm from the morning sun and it was perfectly placed for a view of the Capital city far below the palace.

Azriel had refused to leave the Day court, yet had promised Helion he would stay away from you until it was time to leave.

Mates.

The word clanged around your mind like an alarm.

Do not count out what he knows.

Fine. You would give Helion that much, Azriel most likely did know more about you than you would care to admit. The spymaster had you figured out the night you first dined at the River house, and then pieced the missing parts together during your months spent in the cabin. Painfully, you became aware that you knew absolutely nothing about him. You had taken the time to relearn who you were, yet had not bothered to learn who anyone else around you was.

You supposed this little hiccup in information was due to the undeniable feeling that you would not stick around them long, as though immortality was some kind of ailment that would be cured and you would be sent back home.

“Oh…” You whispered softly, to no one but yourself. You chuckled sadly and leaned your head onto the back of the bench, allowing the sun to warm your closed lids.

There was no home to go back to but the night court, and there was no cure for immortality but death.

“I want to see the city.” You called after Helion, standing from your spot so quickly you were dizzy. He turned to you with a small smile, checked a golden watch on his wrist, and nodded.

“I can make that happen.” He replied, and without warning a young man, tanned as the stones you stood on, appeared. “Elandry, I need you to see to it that lady Beddor has a pleasant day in the city.” The young man looked to you, bowed his head with a smile, and nodded to Helion.

The latter approvingly grunted and looked to you once more, “I’ll meet you tonight. I’ll make sure you have the best dinner experience the Day Court has to offer.”

And then he was gone.

You shuffled in your place, left with the man before you.

“I’m (y/n).” You offered as he approached, and the chuckle he emitted was warm, welcoming.

“I know who you are.”

His eyes were strikingly green, a color you could not compare to one you had ever seen. Curling tendrils of hair colored like honey dusted the tips of his freckled cheeks and made that hauntingly beautiful green just the more brilliant.

You nodded at his statement, aware of the heat picking up on your cheeks and chest. Judging from the lingering look he left you with as he turned and began to walk, he had noticed too.

“Are you going to join me?” He threw over his shoulder. “I wouldn't mind spending my day off alone, but it would be more fun if you came along.”

You didn't hesitate to follow.

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“They’re called Pegasi.” Elandry offered, watching closely as you approached the winged creature. You scoffed, an amused expression that drew a shining smile from the male.

“I know what they are. We did have books in the human lands, you know?”

“Yes, but I assumed you knew nothing about magical beasts and creatures.” Elandry replied, standing close as you stroked the nose of a golden mare. She whickered softly, wings stretching widely.

“Well, you assumed wrongly.” You whispered, amazed at the beauty of the animal before you. It tolerated your touch for moments more before turning and meandering towards its herd standing further behind the fence. “Won’t they just fly away?” You questioned.

Elandry hummed in reply and moved to lean against the fence, watching the beasts graze and roam, “I suppose if they wanted to, they could. But they have nowhere to go, nor do they have the desire.” He gestured to the expanse around him. “Would you?”

You looked around then. He had led you to the stables, and they were far from the likes of those you had grown up around. Golden grass stretched tall by the fences, and horses and pegasi alike mingled in small groups. The brilliance of the day warmed the air and buildings made entirely of white stone and gold stretched as far as the eye could see, only giving way to the sea beyond.

“No.” Your reply was a whisper as you stared into the horizon, “No, I wouldn't.”

He was watching you curiously, picking at a pampas stem he had plucked from its bush. After a moment's silence he pushed off the fence abruptly. Gently, he grabbed your hand and dragged you along.

“Come on, the day only lasts so long.”

The ride down to the capitol city was pleasant. The journey was fueled by pleasant conversation and the occasional melodious laugh emitted from either you or your new friend. Elandry had left your horses with a citizen he paid handsomely, and was now leading you through bustling sandstone streets. Vendors crowded the sidewalks, and children played merrily in the street. Elandry pointed out important buildings, and told you the brilliant history of his people and their court.

Elandry was a son of the previous High Lord’s emissary, and still held significant sway in Helion’s court. He had been under the mountain- a fact he only alluded to, never once spoke aloud, and he was particularly skilled in chess. As you walked and listened to him talk your anger from the night before began to fade. Elandry was easy. His conversation was polite, and he had no problem keeping it up despite your silence. He made you laugh- and on occasion blush a pretty shade of pink. Where Azriel was darkness and silence, Elandry was golden and warm.

“And what about you?” He suddenly asked, pulling you from your daze. The two of you had sat for lunch outside a small cafe, and he had paused his dinning to point his words to you. “I’ve gone on about myself for far long enough.”

Smiling lightly, you placed your fork down and folded your arms on the table. Shrugging you stared at him, “What do you want to know?” You inquired, “You know I was human. You know I am not now. You also know that I was under the mountain.”

He nodded as you spoke and leaned back in his seat, “Yes, I know all of that.” Raising a brow he leaned forward once more, mirroring your position of leaning on the table. He was incredibly close, if you leaned forward just a bit more you would be breathing the air in his lungs.

“What I dont know,” His gaze traveled to your lips quickly, back up again, “Is what you like. You don't strike me as the type to be brooding and boring.”

You chuckled and looked away, breaking the proximity to relax into your seat once more.

“Im not sure. I was seventeen when I was taken. And human girls aren't really offered much in the way of hobbies.” You were watching two children coloring the sidewalk with chalk as you spoke, “I liked knitting. And gardening.”

Elandry snorted, and you whipped your gaze towards him with a glare. “I'm sorry.” He breathed, “Knitting? Gardening? That sounds absolutely-”

“Human?” You questioned.

“Domesticated.” He shot back, “Domesticated, is the word I was looking for.”

Shrugging you returned your gaze to the passerby, “That's what I was supposed to grow up and be.”

“And what do you want to be now, (y/n)?” He asked. Two women were strolling down the street. They were grinning from ear to ear and the posture they held nearly left you in tears. Their shoulders were back, heads held high, and they were so effortlessly powerful in their walk.

“I want to be Free.” You answered honestly. Free. You had never been that in your life. Sworn to a life of docile livelihood, and then to an immortality of fear and complacency. “I want to be free.”

Elandry watched your eyes as they trailed the women. His hands were clasped in his lap and his brows were pulled tightly. “And why can't you be that right now, lady Beddor?” You chuckled at this comment and pushed the food around on your plate.

“I owe too many things to others. I owe Rhysand and his court my life, I owe Helion my honesty, and I owe the King of Hybern my newfound immortality.” You huffed out, rolling your eyes with a soured laugh.

Elandry pondered your words, leaning his head back to bask in the warmth of the sun. “Perhaps you feel that way.” He looked to you once more, held your gaze firmly. “But you owe no one.”

You snorted, “The fae always feel in debt.” It was a huffed complaint, one not unheard by him.

“Yes. When debt is owed. But you owe no one.” Elandry whispered, “Everyone you listed is indebted to you, (y/n). You saved your own life. You are the reason you have made it thus far. Yes, others may have aided you, but they have no right to ask anything in return.”

You swallowed thickly, stared at him. “But Helion saved my-”

“You saved his life, Beddor.” He interjected. “Saved him from losing his mind under the mountain. Give yourself that much at least.”

His words were so concrete that you could only nod tightly. With nothing to say to him you resumed your meal, let him fall into more pleasant conversation.

“Nonsense. You’ll have what you please.” Helion boomed with laughter from his spot at the table. Several heads in the room turned, watching your small group dine and laugh as the sun set over the land.

Chuckling you drank deeply from your glass and nodded, allowing the waitress to refill the glass once more. “Thank you.”

“Thank you.” Helion replied, reaching across the table to grasp your hand in his own. What he was thanking you for as you sat across from him, you were unsure, but nodded all the same.

Leaning back in your seat you sighed and watched the changing horizon outside of the window. “I’ll have to return to the night court in a few days time.” You spoke softly, placing your napkin onto the table before you.

“You could stay here.” Elandry offered. You turned your gaze to him with a raised brow and smiled sadly.

“I wish I could.”

“Why couldn't you?” He prodded, crossing his arms across his chest. You looked to Helion who sighed and mirrored your position. Surely if you asked, Helion would let you stay. In fact- you were positive of that much. Helion only stared at you and waited on whatever answer it was you would concoct.

Truthfully- you didnt have one. You stared at them both with pursed lips for a moment and deigned only a soft laugh in reply. The males shared a quick glance but pressed the subject no further- quickly falling back into meaningless and peaceful conversation, enjoying what little time it seemed they had left with you.

In your room that night you sat on the floor and stared at the moon. Despite it’s namesake this court had a night that seemed endless. Stars cartwheeled in the sky and a deep velvety blue stretched for miles over the sea beyond. It was gorgeous- but nowhere near rivaled the infinite inky darkness of the nightcourt. There, the stars danced and collided, made shapes in the sky and seemed to reach down to caress all who viewed their beauty.

Helion had offered you a place here, had made it painfully obvious that you belonged here if you so chose to. Rhysand had done the same- tried tirelessly to make you feel welcome in his home. Your mind raced with thoughts that rivaled the number of stars above you now. Azriel, Feyre, Helion, mystical powers that Helion claimed came from the very stars you looked at now.

You wondered absently if any of the twinkling lights could be your family- and then you began to wonder what they would think of you now. These thoughts were not foreign, they had raced through your mind since under the mountain- yet here you began to make peace with them. Clare would never marry as she so desperately wanted too, Adam would never turn ten, you would never find understanding for your mother’s ways, and never again would you dance with your father at one of his grand balls. Their lives had been reduced to faint memories and snow efigies atop a mountain no one could visit. You could not change their fates, could not bring them back from the kiss of death, and most importantly- you couldn't change who or what you were now.

Tears, hot and silent, slipped down your cheeks.

Tomorrow you would have a choice to make- stay where the sky meets the sea and live amongst Helion’s court whom you barely knew or return to the city of stars in five days and face the fact that Azriel was your mate but be surrounded by what was becoming familiar. Slowly, you lowered your body to the stone floor and began to count every star you saw.

One

Two

Three

Four…

On the shore which Helion's palace overlooked, Azriel sat watching the sea. Dark waves lapped at the sand and tried tirelessly to reach out to him. He had not laid eyes upon you today, a fact that pestered him now. Above his head the sky stretched for miles and though he could not see it now- he knew his home laid just past the horizon. How foolish he had been to believe that maybe you would care to share that home with him. In contrast to the lengthy life he had lived- you were only a child. In the infancy of your immortality you had experienced more than most fae would experience after hundreds of years. How you had not lost your mind- he was unsure. Though…after his selfish revelation in your room the other night he was not entirely unsure you would be sane much longer. How could he? How could he deign to tell you such things so abruptly.

Selfishness. That was how.

He hated seeing you with Cassian, hated seeing you laugh at Helion’s jokes, hated the way you sobbed in your room at the house of wind thinking no one heard, and he hated that he wasnt who you came to for comfort.

If he was a smart male he would have thought that revelation through- would have realized he knew you well enough to know that being your mate would change none of this. You craved to be free and to have a life you had decided upon, that much he knew.

As he laid back in the sand and stared at the milky moon above him now, Azriel began to think that maybe… he really knew nothing at all.

The rest of the week swept by with no sightings of Azriel. Despite his absence you still felt his domineering presence through every reach of the palace. You spent the days conversing with Helion’s court, allowing Elandry to take you all over to show you the beauty of the Day Court and its people. It was golden, both figuratively and literally. Helion’s love for riches and jewels extended into his city and through every reach of his court. Streets lined with gold plated lamps, roads crusted with colorful stones and gems, and each citizen seemed adorned with colors so otherworldly they looked like angels traversing the streets. You had never seen anything like it, even in the capitol cities below the wall there was poverty and grime. In the Day court, such things seemed to not exist- or they were so well hidden you never spotted them. Over the past several days you had met so many new faces that the names bled together in the back of your mind. On your sixth day in the Court of Sun you rode back towards the palace with Elandry. Behind you both, the sounds of the city began to quiet- and were replaced with the sounds of the sea lapping at the shore in the distance.

“Have you made a decision?” Elandry finally spoke, to break up the silence. You horses walked so closely together that he did not have to speak loudly to capture your far off attention.

“I have.” You replied, eyes never leaving the path before you. The sweet scent of jasmine permeated your mind and the warmth of the setting sun was making the thought of your bed awaiting you quite appealing.

Elandry had become quite a welcomed face in your days. He was soft and kind- where everyone else you had come to know was hard and cautious. He had shown you magic, botany, and so much kindness in such a short amount of time. Each day he urged you out of your room to do something new, show you something entirely unheard of. Of course- he allowed you to say no, but the courtier had a way with words which made it hard to deny him. The two of you had explored every inch of Helion’s gardens, eaten at several places in the capitol, and had spent hours combing through Helion’s more public libraries.

“May I ask what that decision is?”

At this question you turned your head to look at him. His pale eyes searched yours as though he would find the answer within them.

“Im going to return to the night court.”

The answer shocked him slightly, and it shocked you when it made itself known.

You had mulled over it tirelessly each night. Made a pros and cons list of each court depiste how silly it felt. The Day Court could be home you had decided- it had the comfort of one but lacked the familiarity that Velaris called to you with. Despite the tear in your heart that seemed to bleed each time you laid eyes upon the Archeron sisters… The Night Court felt like home to you. In your growing list of pros you had realized that the simplicity of life in Velaris was all you had ever wanted. Helion’s home was one you would have craved when you were human - opulent and fit for kings. In this new life you no longer craved gold and riches- you craved reality and the painful reminder of who you were before Amarantha. In some sick way- you enjoyed the pain of seeing the Archeron’s continue onward with their lives. The love Feyre displayed for her sisters would be a stark reminder that your own family had existed- a reality you feared one day you would forget.

Despite only knowing you a week, Elandry knew he would not change your mind.

“Will I see you again, Beddor?”

“We’re going to live forever, of course you’ll see me again.” You replied in jest- reaching out to softly tap his knee closest to you. He seemed to relax then, settling back into his saddle.

“Race you back?” He challenged.

“You must have a taste for failure.”

Shooting off into the now moonlit path the night erupted in laughter and pounding hooves. As you approached the grand entry of Helion’s palace your sides ached from the merth. Elandry had let you win, a fact you now pestered him about as you both slowed to a stroll nearing the steps.

As your duo neared your spine stiffened as did Elandry’s.

Standing upon the top step was the dark figure of Azriel, wings hidden by glamorous. Hands clasped behind his back- he watched the two of you dismount and make your way towards him with feigned disinterest.

“Helion would like to speak with you in his personal library.” He spoke, forcing his eyes to the great lawn behind you.

“Misae could have told me.” You replied in a clipped tone, staring at him defiantly. Azriel drug his gaze to your own, face unchanging.

“She tried to find you. She is presently engaged and asked me to inform you.” His words were terse and his gaze unwavering. Elandry stood quietly beside you, but observed both the spymaster and you with curious eyes.

“I can take you to his library before my evening meeting, if you wish.” Elandry finally spoke after an awkward moment of silence as you and Azriel just stared at one another. Never taking your eyes off the master of shadows you nodded. Azriel looked like he wanted to protest, but merely moved to the side to allow the both of you entry into Helion’s home.

With no further words exchanged between the three of you- you followed Elandry inside.

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beloveds-embrace · 6 months ago

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Noon, babe, I have such bad brain rot right now and need to share it. Right, going on an undercover intel mission with TF141, its a big fancy charity gala and as the daughter of an billionaire its easy to get on the guestlist and you need to pick a plus 1. The boys all argue on who it should be but ultimately you pick Gaz (you dont want to make Simon uncomfortable by making him take of his mask, people you know are there and they'll know Price is older than your usual dates and Soap is too crass). So you to the gala in a beautiful backless dress that matches the colour of Kyles tie and you begin your mission. You eventually make your way to an office where you download documents but get warning that someone's coming so in an attempt to make it seem like you werent snooping, you grab Kyle and sit on the edge of the desk, slotting him between your legs and messing up both your hairs and his tye before placing one of his hands on your tight and hitching it around his hip while his other one goes to your lower back and you pull him into a heated kiss. You do get interupted but manage to play it of as you just wanting to get frisky with each other and when you return to the party and immediately leave Kyle has a hardon the whole time and you propse to finish what you started putting the divider up in the limo and fucking Kyle in the back. When you get back to base, its obvious what happened and the others are jealous and raging they didnt get to fuck you first so they all take turns until you can barely remember your own name

I can’t hoard this any longer but lord. Anon. I need to make out with your brain it’s just too good 😩 imagine also wearing lace lingerie or- or those thigh jewelry with the letters and you are wearing one with K on it?? Im abt to go feral like Kyle would also be the second he notices all the little details.

A lil offtopic but the best song for this? Petition by beyonce because also imagine talking dirty to Kyle in french?? Lord forgive me im abt to BUST

the dress and lingerie aren’t surviving once you return to base though <33 they gotta show you how nicely they can fuck you too <33

#noona.asks #cod x reader #cod #cod x you #tf 141 x reader #tf 141 #tf 141 x you #cod imagines #john price x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #gaz x reader #soap x reader #johnny soap mctavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #kyle gaz x you #kyle gaz x reader

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kindaasrikal · 10 months ago

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The hate Misako receives is way to strong you guys need to relax with my girl 😭

Like whats with everyone hating Wu and Misako for making mistakes but then looking at Garmadon like ‘omg he’s the best parent! Best character! He didn’t mean to do it!’ Like please if you’re gonna hate the first two for their reasonable mistakes then you gotta hate Garmadon for his too.

Misako was just made into a single mum and had her family ripping to parts in a matter of seconds, we have no idea if Garmadon was banished before or after her pregnancy and personally i believe either way it would make sense why she would make such a mistake as leaving Lloyd.

‘But she could’ve left Lloyd with Wu!’ Thats a bad idea on its own because (and presuming that Morro left just a few years ago, so Misako and Garmadon know of him and what happened)

1) i doubt Wu would be prepared to look after a child after Morro having such a large effect on him (so Misako wouldn’t bring it up with him)

2) Misako AND Wu were grieving the loss of Garmadon, WU DID NOT MEAN TO SEND GARMADON-WHO WAS TRYING TO KILL HIM- TO THE UNDERWORLD.

3) Misako knows what effect the green ninja prophecy can have on a child after Morro, and whilst she definitely doesn’t blame Wu for what happened to Morro (its no ones and everyones fault), she can’t let the possibility of that happen to her baby.

and 4) she can’t have him hate Wu or Garmadon. Wu obviously visited Lloyd during his time in Darkleys cause both of them knew of each other and were familiar enough for Wu to casually scold him and Lloyd to insult Wu. Misako did not want her boy to hate either man and left him at a school that could guarantee that Garmadon is never hated either at such a young age.

Misako did leave and that was a bad choice on her part, but if the writers could manage it better you could have seen a great story based on a single mother in a difficult situation, and the mistakes she made throughout that. Like guys she spent ten years dedicating her LIFE to trying to find a solution to the final battle and the green ninja thing, she spent years thinking of Garmadon and LLOYD, SPECIFICALLY LLOYD, constantly. Misako is a mother who made a mistake, but is a mother who wholeheartedly loves Lloyd more than anything and anyone else.

She could’ve sent letters to Lloyd, but Garmadon could’ve visited Lloyd using the whole shadow powers thing. They both could’ve done so much more to be apart of Lloyd’s life but didn’t. Wu portrays a parent who was inexperienced with Morro, Misako and Garmadon portray parents who were inexperienced, unsure, in difficult positions, and could not handle the situation they were in appropriately. They all are people guys, adults are not all powerful and do not know what to do in the right moments, they are confused and they can be overwhelmed and they can make mistakes, and in this situation a lot of the mistakes had a negative affect on Lloyd, but even Lloyd understands that their situation was not a fair one.

I understand that they messed up big time, I’m not going to downplay that, but genuinely i think the reason everyone is STILL so mad at her specifically is because how poorly she was handled. They introduced her and then immediately victimised her despite the fact they could’ve pointed a view of a guilty mother who doesn’t know HOW to mother. They could’ve shown the actual closure Lloyd needed because I think we all need it too.

THEY DIDNT HANDLE MISAKO’S CHARACTER AND STORY RIGHT AND RUINED A CHARACTER THAT COULDVE BEEN SOOOOO GOOD BFFHDYDG

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cinnamonbear22 · 3 months ago

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Baby (Choi Su-bong x reader)

Chapter two

Chapter one

Tw- fem!reader, drugs, abuse, sexual topics. I’m not responsible for the media you consume

The lighter felt heavier than it should in her hand. It wasn't much- just a scuffed, silver gadget with the faint scent of gasoline clinging to it- but to her, it might as well have been gold. Gifts weren't something people gave her. At least, not without strings attached. And yet, here it was. No strings. No conditions. Just hers.

She flipped it open with the flick of her thumb, the small flame dancing against the gloom of her apartment. A few years ago, (y/n)'s Brother, Gyeong, had presented her own apartment for her eighteenth birthday. It was only fair to her; she was a young lady who needed her own personal space. He had paid her rent and utilities every month for the work she does for him as well as fully furnishing the place. Although she knew it wasn't an act of kindness. It was just more of an advantage to control her life. If she didn't comply with his task he wasn't afraid to evict her that moment, leaving her homeless without much money to her name. She would be totally screwed.

It had been almost a week since her and su-bongs interaction, but she still couldn't shake off the impact of the small present. Everywhere she went so did the lighter. She wasn't letting her token out of her sight.

She looked over at the digital clock that sat on a bookshelf that was placed on the right of her TV. Four-twenty-three, almost time for her to catch the bus to her six o'clock shift. She had to make money on her own since she had barley profited of her brother and ever since she was sixteen years old, she's been dancing at a club downtown. It was even more dirty work but at the time it was the only place that accepted her, as well as the only place her brother had approved of. He didn't want her to be in any type of government system and he didn't want her in the mainstreams public eye. To him that was the whole point of her existence, which she started to believe as well.

her cell phone had began vibrating on the coffee table in front of her and the name 'Gyeong-rae' was displayed in bold letters across her screen. She had carefully placed the lighter that occupied her brittle hands in her lap before reaching for her phone from the seated position on the couch. "Hello." She answered quickly hoping she had picked up in a reasonable amount of time for him.

"Baby," His voice stung through the small speakers. She could picture him clear as day, sitting in his dark room with very few lights, smoking a cigarette and messing with whatever girl he had lured that month. "I need you."

"I have to catch my bus soon," her voice timidly protested against him as she could hear him exhaling smoke directly in her ear.

"I know," He replied in his normal tone of voice instead of the yelling she thought she'd be enduring. "I sent Su-bong to you, he should be there in a minute."

"Y-you gave him my address?"

"That's my address, my property." He quickly corrected her with venom laced in his voice. "I'll send over whoever I want, anytime I want." His voice was stern but he didnt raise it towards his sister. "I gave that douche the money already, he's coming by to drop off a bag. It's for Jang Hanseo, so take it with you to work."

"Okay." She mumbled, knowing she didn't have a choice. Hanseo was the owner of the club she had worked at which was one of the main reasons why he let her work there, Gyeong trusted him enough with her and Jang feared him just as bad.

"Thank you, baby."

"You're welcome."

"Have a good shift, love you."

"I love you too." She swallowed hard before he had quickly hung up the phone. Not even a few minutes later three loud knocks were heard echoing through her apartment. She jumped right to her feet, running to the door as fast as she could to prevent her neighbors from seeing him. The cold metal door lock clicked in her hands before sliding off the additional chain lock, swinging the door open rapidly.

Su-bong flinched at the flying door and before he could even gasp with surprise, she grabbed his sweatshirts' sleeve and yanked him inside. "Woah, excited to see me huh?" He teased her as she stuck her head out the door to look left and right to make sure no one had witnessed him at her place. She couldn't risk it. She swiftly closed her door, locking it back up with a racing heart.

"No." She stood on her tiptoes as she stared through her peephole for a few long seconds as the familair feeling of paranoia drowned her.

"Relax." His deep voice was irritably calm which irked her since she was in a small state of panic. "I came through the back entrance, no one seen me." He started to take in her home as he spun around slowly, not wanting to miss this opportunity to find out more about her. This was a huge step.

She finally backed away from the door and looked over at him feeling slightly humiliated and invaded. Her cheeks began to hue a light pink as her personal space felt completely violated. The one place she thought she could separate from her work life was now occupied by one of her brothers minions.

He didn't even notice her blushing face as he was examining all her expensive furniture, a bit shocked that she had owned all of this. He didn't understand how she could afford a nicely furnished apartment but not new clothes, or a car, or any items to make her apartment personable. It had looked like something you'd see straight out of a catalog.

"Sorry." She sighed while looking up with crossed arms and immediately took notice of his new appearance. His formally dark hair was now bleached all around as it messily hung over his forehead.

"Do you like it?" He felt her eyes burning on the side of his head before he turned around and met her gaze flauntingly running his fingers through his hair. She nodded dully in response even though she could care less about him or anything he’d do to himself yet her small reaction of approval made him smile widely. "I knew you would." His eyebrows cockily wiggled at her as she just stared at him still calming herself down from the fact that he was in her apartment. "I have my very first gig this weekend, I wanted to change it up." He explained himself but he didn't even have to. His hair was not even the last thing on her mind. "Do you want to come? Front row seats to a brand new prodigy? Possibly a legend?!" His eyes widened excitedly with hope as his hands flailed around flamboyantly.

"No," her eyebrows knitted together almost as if she was about to vomit from the question, which Su-bongs smiley cheeks dropped quickly. "Im working"

"Ah," he nodded understandably. He knew she was going to say no but he thought he'd ask anyway. "Still dancing throughout the night?" He swayed his hips in a mocking manner while he hooked his fingers through his jeans belt loops. His eyes stayed on hers as he smirked knowing she hated stupid questions.

"Unfortunately." She huffed slightly at the joke, rolling her eyes before turning her back to him and walking into her bedroom. "I have to go, you should too." She grabbed her duffle bag that sat on the floor filled with all her cosmetics, different pairs of shoes, as well as a few different outfit changes. While she puts around her home frantically gathering all her belongings he watched her move across the space as if he were watching a dancer preform in a ballet. Without trying her movement was just as graceful. His upper lip trembled gently as his dark eyes got sucked in a trance.

"Your brother told me you have to catch a bus?" He asked while rubbing his mouth in an attempt to stop his face twitches.

"Mhm." She hummed, sitting back down on her couch as she slipped on her sneakers.

"That's got to take forever, I'll drive you." He moved closer to her couch, resting his hands on the back of it while peaking his head over her to see her reaction.

She sat still for a moment not expressing anything yet as she thought about the offer. She hated public transportation, it was her least favorite part of the day when she had to catch her bus for work. It was raining and she'd have to be walking a few blocks to a bus station that didn’t have no shelter. The bus comes whenever it wants to, the arrival changes every time so she always has to make sure she's there early. "Fine" she murmured while sinking down into her couch. She took the opportunity to rest as much as she could even if it was just a few extra minutes.

"Really?" He cocked a brow, walking to the other side of the couch to stand in front of her to make sure he heard her correctly. Her tired eyes looked up at him and nodded, which he excitedly smiled and jumped around like he had won a major prize.

"Stop." Her tone pierced through his ear like a dog whistle which he immediately obeyed. He clasped his hands together standing up tall and straight which somehow bothered her more. "Just," she hesitant with what she'd say next. He was harmless towards her and she knew that. In their five years of knowing each other he's never hurt her, he's never screwed her over, and he's always trying to make small talk and be pleasant. She glanced over at the lighter that was set on the coffee table in front of her then back up at him. He was still standing nice and tall almost looking like he was holding his breath. "Sit down." She hummed gently, scooting over to the corner of the soft couch and patted the cushion that was furthest from her. Even though she kept her distance like he had a contagious disease he was more than thrilled to take a seat with her. "Hey," she looked over at him as his head kept moving around like a chicken. His dilated eyes were looking everywhere as if he hadn't seen enough.

Her soft voice caught his attention from his trance as he snapped his head towards her with his mouth slightly agape. His eyes were wide as his hands held themselves neatly in his lap. He was trying to be as careful as he could. "Huh?" He asked with his foot drumming gently against the floor.

"I'm sorry for never being polite to you." She swallowed her pride which was not easy for her to do. She hated being vulnerable because she knows how people love to take advantage of it.

"It's alright," his nervous demeanor quickly dropped as the words felt like a bandaid covering up a wound. He felt a strange surge of relief, like he had finally achieved his trophy. She was a game to him, a very long tedious game that he was now finally going into level two after being stuck on level one for years. "I know you always liked me." He raised a singular brow with a cocky smirk plastered across his face. Like usual, she was used to the dumb teasing that she had no reaction.

"How'd you know?" Her monotone voice made him chuckle a bit as her guard slowly began to drop. She's never had a guest in her entire time of being here. She sort of liked having the company. It made the apartment feel less lonely and detrimental.

"It's easy to tell." Their eyes met each others from across the couch and he couldn't help but to smile at the emotional contact. "You have a nice place," he ran his twitching fingers along the soft suede couch, letting himself lean into the pillows that complemented the ends of the furniture.

"Thanks." She nodded but she would beg to differ. It's not that she hated the physical space, she just couldn't stand the emotional pressure of the apartment. It all in her brothers hands and depended all on her actions.

"But it looks like a display room, where's the personality?" He furrowed his brows with a small scowl on his face as if he were personally offended by her blank room.

"I don't have time to add personality," she replied dully which felt like a stab to his creative heart.

"Oh come on," he scoffed, "you need some decoration in here. It's so depressing"

"I don't want unnecessary shit in here," she shook her head at the suggestion.

"Why not? It's such a lovely space there's a lot of potential a-"

"I don't own this" she cut him off and his face crinkled into a confused expression. "My brother does. It's all under his name."

"Oh," his voice lowered, confused to why that was so horrible. But it clicked quickly in his hazy brain. "Oh." He realized looking almost sympathetic towards her, which was a new expression she hasn't seen. All that was known to her was his goofy side but it seemed like that was the only side he had. "I see you kept my lighter," he quickly changed the conversation topic. He didn't like the gloomy feel. "I knew I'd get through that stubborn head of yours." He teased her, but in reality he had barely broken her surface.

"You haven't got through shit." Her eyebrows knitted together as his boastful energy was still present between them.

"Oh yeah?" He tilted his head to the side and leaned in closer to her speaking in a hushed, intimidating tone. "I know you better than you think." His voice sounded almost threatening as she held strong eye contact with him. "You wouldn't have kept that lighter if I didn't mean something to you, right?" And suddenly her body was tense. His head was hung low as his eyes looked innocently up at her through his uncomfortable words. "You wouldn't have let me stay in here for a goddamn minute." His eyes almost challenged her while she felt her breath get stuck in my throat. He smirked dovishly up at her, leaning back slowly in his original position on her couch. She sat there stunned. Was he right? Did she care for him? She didn't even know her own emotions in her head. The last person that she had truly cared for was her mother. But after she disappeared she hadn't cared for anyone else since. Not even herself. "Hey," He held his hands up to show he was defenseless. "You know you're allowed to express happy emotions like that, it's not embarrassing to care for someone."

"I don't care about you" she quickly snarked back while her cheeks began burning up. "Y-y'know what?" She pushed herself shakily off her couch as his eyes traced her every move. She bitterly stood in front of him while he was shamelessly man spreading with his arm draped over the back of her couch, his eyes looked up at the small upset girl that now towered him for the first time. "You're really full of yourself to be coming into my home telling me that I care about you, who does that?" She angrily pointed in his face completely letting loose and not even realizing it. Su-bong on the other hand was getting arise out of this, smiling up at her as his eyes sparkled with admiration. "You're a junkie piece of shit just like the rest of my brothers ass-kissers." She raised her voice but not enough to concern the neighbors. This was the most she had ever spoke to him at once and he was soaking it all in. Her degrading words didn't even bother him as he pressed his lips together to try and stop himself from smiling. She frustratedly paced back and forth in front of him while he used his one hand to cover his mouth as he sunk into the cushion. His eyes stayed on her the entire time like a motion detector. "I tolerated you the most out of all of them because you're the weakest." Her lips curled with disgust as his curled into a smile under his large hand that was decorated with scars, rings, and tattoos. Truly, what she had meant by weakest, was that he had never laid a hand on her. The others were ruthless towards her but her brother only did so much to try and make them stop but they never did. They had always seen her as an object, she was just a messenger and a body to them. "Now get up and take me to work." She huffed before walking out of the room to grab her coat as he sat there absolutely star struck. He had absorbed every pitch of her voice and it was still replaying in his head.

"Okay." He took a deep breath to calm his racing heart but it was no use. His clammy, tweaking hands shakily ran through his bleached hair as the sound of keys jingling snapped him out of his daze.

"Where are the pills?" She asked as she slipped her shoes on with one hand and held her duffle-bag with the other. He got up silently and grabbed his bag that he left by her door. He unzipped the bag shakily and handed her the brown paper bag that contained the drugs she was supposed to deliver. She opened up her duffle bag which revealed a lacy, skimpy wardrobe that he would never even imagine her looking at. She shoved the paper bag in her own, covering it with what she could and zipped it back up, slinging the duffle over her shoulder before looking back over at him. "Let's go."

"Yes ma'am," He saluted her like a drill Sargent as she shook her head heading towards the door as he followed right behind her. She locked up her apartment as Su-bong giddily stood behind her smiling away. (Y/n) started to feel slightly guilty at her small tantrum, for she had never exploded on someone with words before. It was usually physical and for a good reason, but this felt unreasonable to her. She glanced up at him as they walked down the long hallway but he didn't even look phased. He was strutting happily next to her with his head held high.

"Why are you smiling?" She hastily asked him as he opened the stairwell door for her and waved his hand for her to enter before him.

"Because," he skipped down the steps in front of her beating her to the bottom and holding that door open for her too. "I've never heard you talk so much."

She clenched her jaw while pursing her lips tightly together. She felt humbled, humiliated, even slightly ashamed at that fact. She spiraled in her thoughts as the cool breeze lifted her hair as they entered the parking lot while Su-bong happily danced to the beat in his head behind her.

She never wanted to be bitter towards innocent interaction, but she was. Cruel interactions was all she had known and the only way to counter that was being just as rigid back. That was imbedding into her instincts at this point. She was to be defensive, reserved, and quiet. Her brother had raised her to think that there was no use of wholesome conversation and that everyone was out to get her, so she had always shied away from innocent conversation. 'People will always hurt you. Nobody in gods given earth has pure intentions, so don't even bother with those sicken tricks.' He'd tell her, and it stuck.

She sat quietly in the passenger seat of his messy car as they drove in silence. He didn't mind the silence at all, but for some reason it was eating her alive. She was drowning in her own embarrassment. The fact that he had been so calm about everything bothered her even more. A part of her wanted him to yell back at her so she wouldn't have felt this way. She was used to it like that. "Su-bong," she looked over at him as they approached a stop light, swallowing the large lump that was drying out her throat. He glanced over at her with a cocked eyebrow as the corner of his mouth twitched subconsciously. "I'm sorry."

"I know," he hummed and looked away from her as if the apology affected him in anyway. But in reality, he never heard her sound more sincere and small. She had opened her mouth to elaborate a bit more but he immediately cut her off. "Let me show you my mixtape" he beamed excitedly as he nudged her elbow off his pleather center console and opened the latch that held it closed. Inside the center console looked like an endless pit of misalanious items. There was coins, wads of cash, tangled jewelry, empty pill containers, wires, knifes, and even a bowl for weed. That was all she could make out before he shoved his hand fearlessly in the small box, digging around frantically before he pulled out a small cassette tape. "Neat huh?" He obnoxiously shoved the plastic rectangle in front of her face and she quickly took it out of his hand since it was too close for her to even read the writing on it. 'Thanos tape 1' was scribbled messily across the plastic as he proudly watched her flip the tape around in her small hands even though his eyes should be on the road.

"Thanos?" Her thumb gently ran over the black ink that was permanently written across the smooth plastic.

"Cool right?" He nodded excitedly but she really didn't understand it. She glanced back over at him as he was practically buzzing in his seat. He was proud to show off his work to her.

"Yeah." She murmured, handing the tape back to him. He inserted it into his cassette player in the middle of the interior and he turned up the volume knob as he sped quickly down the highway.

The strong beat quickly filled her ears while he began drumming his hands against the small steering wheel. This wasn't the type of music she was into at all, quite frankly it was her least favorite genre. But she had tolerated it, because it was him. He was tolerable.

He proudly belted his own lyrics over his tape, swaying his shoulders as his hands expressively moved along with the music on the wheel.

She had never experienced this type of behavior before by anyone and all she could do was stare at him. She thought about how free he looked while he sang and moved around, how he had looked like there was no stress pounding him into the ground. They had lived similar lives and have done similar dirty work in the past, yet, he seemed to have such a different approach to life than her. She was miserable, constantly. She had always felt like the weight of the world was on her shoulders at every given moment of the day. She never could relax as much as she tried, her brain wasn't wired that way.

After about ten more minutes of his loud singing and fast driving he had pulled into the parking lot of the small venue. He parked near the front door before turning down the volume and looking directly in her eyes. "What do you think?" He asked anxiously, his tongue licked his dry lips as he tried to pick up any reaction on her dull face.

"It was really great." She lied considering she zoned out after two minutes of it but gave him a nod of approval. He excitedly made a fist and commended himself while beaming brightly at her. "Thanks for the ride." She hummed softly as she reached into his backseat and grabbed her large bag. She reached for his door handle and began to let herself out.

"Wait," he said sternly which made her pause in her tracks.

"What?" She snapped much more harsh than she intended.

"Are we friends now?" He asked softly with a genuinely concerned face.

Su-bong could have never predicted her reaction in a million years. The corners of her lips tugged upwards in a soft smile making him completely freeze up. She chuckled gently as she reached for the door handle and swung it open without no words. He watched her every move as she stepped out of his car, looking back at him with the gentle smile that made her eyes glimmer for a moment. "Yeah, right." She pursed her lips in an attempt to hide her smile but it failed when she kept looking at the dumb expression on his face. She shut the door and walked away from his vehicle and into the brick building that had little to no windows.

#fem reader #fanfic #choi subong #choi su bong x reader #choi #choi su bong #subong #su bong x reader #choi su bong x you #thanos squid game #thanos x reader #thanos #squid game 2 #squid game #squid game season 2 #squid game fanfic #su bong x you #x reader

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hisaame · 2 years ago

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— ⧽➻Wanderer with a crush!˒˒ˋˋ

『its how i think wanderer would be id he had a crush,,, and this takes place obviously after he stopped being 'scaramouche'.』

╰ˊˊtw: soft wanderer (help), cursing, wanderers past trauma (kabukimono/kunikuzushi) its just a lil bit tho, spoilers.╎ + its a wanderer x reader type shit, so he falls for you!

He thought it couldn't be possible, but it happened. he was already upset at himself for allowing himself to spend time with you. And with those soft and sweet smiles of yours, he'd almost always looks away—and what you wouldn't notice was his his blushy pink cheeks that would always fade back into his normal pale, color when he'd turn to look back at you, tilting his hat a bit to hide his own smirk.

The guy had even known you when he was once Scaramouche, you'd catch his eye from time to time, but he never really thought about talking to you. Back then he just thought of you as a 'pretty girl', then he'd scoff and turn away. He even wished he'd gotten the chance to have one chat with you before he deletes himself out of existence as Scaramouche. You always seemed to look at him with that cheerful smile. But he's glad he got a chance to befriend you, and now, as a normal person.

He didn't even think puppets could fall in love, nor did he think his porcelain face could turn red! But it began happening more often often the more he hung out with you. Being a wanderer made him not be busy—unlike his past self as Scaramouche who always had things to do. He despised that old part of him, but now he's a changed man alright. He's still vedy cautious and trying his best not to show any vulnerability, he wouldn't wanna remind himself of the rime he was a pathetic, dumb doll who allowed himself to be betrayed.

But he wouldn't let you betray him, no. You're stuck with him.

He didnt exactly understand the concept of „love“. He's seen couples in Sumeru and didn't quite get why they were so affectionate, prepping kisses on eachothers lips and always holding hands. He'd sometimes even cringe at it. Even imagining himself like that with you felt weird... Wait, whys he thinking of it in the first place!?

After finally accepting the fact he's in love after days of trying to convince himself he isn't, he began to think—would you feel the same? That thought made him anxious, if you saw him as only a friend. If he really wanta you, he'd try.

And he did.

He'd go to the library more often, looking for romance books and even looking arouns him to make sure noones looking. He doesnt wanna be caught reading something so embarrassing... He read a few stories, even some tips and tricks on how to flirt, which he found pathetic. Who would wanna say "did it hurt when you fell from heaven" to someone they like? Pathetic! But as he read some romance stories, short and simple, he just couldn't help but imagine how it would be with you... How soft your lips would feel against his, and they way your twos fingers would intertwine.

And then he tried some things out.

He has tried pinning you against a wall, fortunately getting a reaction od you having a small blush, but then brushing it right off and smiling like he didn't do anything. Then he even grabbed your chin between his indec finger and thumb to make u look up at him—and you didn't even have a reaction! Wasn't that something common people did to get people to be flustered!?

He was beyond frustrated, even ended up asking Nahida for some help, to which she happily recommended for him to write you a letter, if he was too scared to say what he wanted it in person. 𝖧𝖾 called it pathetic and stupis, and a waste of time at first, but then he immediately began writing one after.

It took him so many tries, so many crumbled up papers on the ground, to the point Nahida also helped him come up with words to write. At last, finally, he decided to be sneaky and put it in your mailbox, knowing you will be opening it soon. He was a flustered mess as soon as he was rushing away once he put the letter in.

He'll definitely be even more flustered if you tease him about the letter the next day... ♡

#wanderer genshin #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact #genshin #scaramouche

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ilikekidsshows · 8 days ago

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I wouldn't be surprised if by the end of season 6, pretty much every bigger side character has been given a moment with Marinette that "disqualifies" them from counting as support system she can rely on because if Marinette isn't always put first and unconditionally supported, then that clearly means they don't count as any support AT ALL 😒 Fuck the fact that "support system" doesn't mean "worshipping minions" and that you're supposed to work WITH THEM to get yourself help. They aren't your enslaved care takers, but looking at Marinette's writing since s4, that ship has long sailed. I can already see it happening. Any pushback or disagreement is now gonna result in the person not getting to count as a person "Marinette can rely on".

You know, like Alya is disqualified now because of her being justifiedly upset with Marinette in Revelator and drawing a hard line at Marinette dragging her into THIS mess. That she can get her help again when Marinette stops expecting Alya to lie to and about Adrien.

Chat Noir is apparent still disqualified for everything, like always. Now the reason is "he wouldn't agree to lying to Adrien and could tell him behind her back instead of coddling Maribug for it", which right away resulted in him being deceived and used to further uphold a status quo Marinette literally knows he wouldn't support.

Nathalie I wouldn't be surprised could already be disqualified now with "El toro del piedra" because she didn't agree with Marinette on what to do with the letter and then left when Marinette and Adrien changed the topic and not getting back to her for the rest of the episode. I can see it so easily that this episode will be used as justification for why "Marinette didnt feel like she could have relied on Nathalie as support system 🥺😞"

Same as Kagami. Remember how in the London special, Bug Noire was pretty much begging for the freshly orphaned and crying ADRIEN to validate and take care of HER? And then Kagami drew the line and indirectly (but clearly) told Marinette to leave so SHE can take care of Adrien right now? Yeah, wouldn't be surprised if Kagami isn't even gonna get an episode that disqualifies her out of counting as Marinette's "support system". Kagami didn't put Marinette first in the London special, she could have realistically be the first one (alongside Chat Noir) who was written off.

And let's not forget Luka. There has been building up some tension between them again ever since s5 because Luka has finally started enforcing some boundaries and drawing some lines with her because her behaviour is still hurtful (it was seen best in Determination and while he was only there for a scene in El toro del piedra, it was used to show that Luka reacts hurt to Marinette making excuses to immediately leave instead of talking to him. Luka could easily get disqualified as support system (the way Marinette stans have now literally started arguing that he NEVER truly counted as such bc he hasn't been doing EVERYTHING for her) simply because he has expectations now for Marinette which make her too nervous again, so clearly "she can't truly rely on him in these hard times 😞"

Let's see where this season will take all this. I wouldn't be surprised at all if this is what they are going for. This is all Marinette's writing lead up to. Spoiled by how coddled she gets, so now she can't handle anything as support what isn't same as the 1000% one-sided "partnership" she has to nothing but her benefit with Chat Noir.

If there is any pushback or disagreements that don't result in people still giving in and putting her first, Marinette can't handle it.

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Actually, I have seen some people theorizing that this season is going to have Lila isolating Marinette from everyone by ruining her reputation. So far, the only one “ruining” Marinette’s reputation is herself with no help from Lila. In fact, Lila is actually helping her fix her reputation when her Akumatizing someone helps Marinette save the day and fix whatever problem she caused in the episode. Like, if Sublime's mom hadn't gotten Akumatized, Marinette's, and even more so Ladybug's, reputation would have been in shambles after ‘Sublimation’.

Frankly, with the way Marinette is behaving in such a morally abhorrent way that even her most stalwart allies are questioning her, it really seems that the writers are aware that she's doing something inexcusable. And, like, that's so weird, considering how much they value Marinette being the one that gets validated at every turn, and that's why I think the whole “dismantling” of Marinette's support network might be for that purpose specifically; to retroactively vindicate her.

There is a chance that the goal here is to isolate Marinette to win over audience sympathy again, to make it seem like Marinette only made poor decisions because she was “left alone” to stew in her negativity by everyone, therefore blaming the other characters for Marinette’s misdeeds. Some Maripologists are already using ‘Revelator’ to retroactively justify Marinette with claims of “clearly Alya would hate her if she knew the truth and that’s why Marinette lying about Gabriel makes perfect sense!” because being mad at Marinette over her abusing her boyfriend and wanting her to fix it is the same as hating her. Also, like, maybe Marinette's friends should drop her if they found out she was abusing her boyfriend.

#dats chats #ml critical #ml salt

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hotwritergf · 1 year ago

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I have a habbit of messing up peoples names, ive called my mom my brothers name. Sometimes ill start with someone elses name and correct myself like sara-mily or i get it early so its just the first letter like saying ch-steve

I was just thinking about bestfriends eddie x reader where reader accidentally calls eddie daddy because theyre so similar. She goes to say a d name but catches herself and says eddie. She was talking fast and didnt even catch herself saying it until eddies like "did you just call me daddy?"

Accidentally calling Eddie ‘Daddy’. Eddie Munson x female reader. Blurb. Fluff.

I hope this is okay, I’m sick at the moment so it’s kinda self indulgent but I tried to personalise it a bit for you!

The night was like any other of yours and Eddie’s movie nights. Bags of candy spilled out on the floor, blankets swallowing you both up and a blunt being passed between you. Today was tiring, work couldn’t be more stressful and of course you were understaffed. Eddie came to pick you up at closing time, he already had your cup of tea in his cup-holder. It was the small things you appreciated the most from your best friend.

You had your head on his chest, because Eddie said “it will help your migraine I promise.” You wanted to believe him but the smirk on his face just showed he wanted to look after you. Eddie held his palm to your forehead, “you’re burning up a little, I’ll get you some medicine. Wait right here.” He ushers himself out from the blankets and into the kitchen. Rooting through the cupboards as you pause the movie, he reappears holding a bottle and a medicine spoon. Pouring the contents onto the spoon, “open up darling” he smirks as he feeds you.

You wince at the taste of the bitter medicine, swiftly taking a swig of your soda to wash away the taste. Wiping your mouth you whisper, “thank you d-daddy” “e-Eddie I meant Eddie!!” Your face flushes immediately, wanting the ground to swallow you up as you blurt out your sentence. Your brain was on auto pilot and Eddie and Daddy sounded far too similar for your mouth to comprehend whilst you’re suffering so bad with your migraine.

“What was that? Did you just call me daddy?” Eddie smirks, teasing you as he pulls your hands away from your blushing face.

“I- no! The words got scrambled in my head m’sorry I’m so embarrassed, I’m sorry.” You pull away from Eddie’s touch, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your head on them. Terrified that you’ve ruined your friendship, how could Eddie not see you differently after calling him that? A word so not-inherently bad but turned kinky and shameful, he could assume you’re into that. Not that it would be a bad thing to be kinky, you just weren’t.

“Hey hey hey.” Eddie pulls at your arms, “just look at me.” His voice is like velvet, so comforting but you’re shaking. Wishing you could be ignorant and never face this issue. “Come on princess, just want to see you smile.” You can almost hear the smirk in his voice.

You stick to your guns, refusing to move and face him. “You leave me no choice then, I didn’t want to do this sweetheart. But you asked for this..” Eddie coos into your ear before teasing his fingers over your neck, ghosting over your skin and down to your sides. He pokes and prods your ribs, flailing back into Eddie’s chest, trying to swat at his hands to put an end to his ticklish assault.

“Okay! Okay!” You plead, holding on to Eddie’s wrists and looking deep into his eyes. He stills his hands, holding yours and dropping them into his lap. “I didn’t mean to say it Eddie, honestly.” Your voice stuttering as you whimpered. “It’s not a big deal. Seriously, I understand. You do that a lot with words, I’ve seen it. You’re okay. It’s okay. We’re okay.” A mischievous smile spreads over his face when he sees you let go of the breath you’ve been holding for the entire moment. Sighing, you let yourself smile, feeling safe knowing that Eddie doesn’t judge you.

“There’s that smile. Gotta hear that laugh too, you know, for daddy?” He teases before jumping on top of you and tickling you again.

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overall-mamori · 6 months ago

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CHAPTER 10 SPOILERS AND ANALYSIS

More under the cut

These three lines.. from Romeo, Haru and a log hints to alot of things that I'll just out then in bulletpoints

★Jabberwock is hinted to be a prison(?) for anomolies waiting for a sentence

★now to this Elias, could Elias be Towa?

★Ed means that Towa is basically the heart or controller of the entire Jabberwock area, and all the anomolies will die without him staying in the dorm

★after Ed's lines Towa says something about he shouldn't involve Haru into this.

★but how can Towa know Ed? As far as we've seen so far, Towa has only actually spoken to his fellow housemates and then Ed, but why?

★what if Towa used to be from Obscuary before he moved Jabberwock for his 2nd year? I think that should check out why he talks to Ed this way

★Towa is js acting silly and goofy and loveable for what? Does he want to stay with Haru that much he'll act like another identity?

★Elias is one letter of to Alias which Just means another identity or name, is Towa's real name or demon/non-human name this Elias?

★And Romeo didnt say anything after Haru mentioned Elias, could it be that he's stays to be silent. Does he know something about it but too hesitatent to follow up?

★Towa - could be something other than a ghoul

★And then Rui killing someone that probably got him into Darkwick, or he is the murderer for the One-Eyed Sleeping Beauty murder

★Ed once again drops a damn lore bomb: "you may have forgotten but your body hasnt." He said that as he touches Rui's hood and he flinches/sweatdrops

★Rui killed a real human. Probably a general student, not a ghoul. Atleast we know his kill count is only 1😭(1.5 if you innclude the anomaly tho..)

★when he touched Ms. Takamine(i think that's her name) he didnt let go of her arm, probably or most likely in shock and getting PTSD

★this wasnt in my scratch but the orphanage gang increases yayyy

Back to Ed:

★he's got a power to make mist that will make the inhaler relaxed, comfortable and in euphoria, but it'll will make them pass out. Since it's gas the person can just close their mouth and nose

★on the topic of his gas, Lyca and Rui didnt have to cover their noses and mouths, does the gas not affect ghouls like mesmer matches?

★when MC inhaled it, her thoughts became concerningly messed up, there's spaces in her words THATS IN HER HEAD.

★whats more, Being a vampire makes youa immune to curses so Ed almost convinced MC to let her become one

★"pityful thing. How many times must you and Lyca make the same mistake before you learn?" Does he mean that Lyca is making the mistake of trying to learn to become human and MC trying to get rid of her curse?

★Anyone can use black magic, but finding the perfect spell to summon a demon you can pact with is rare. lot alone Surviving them. Glad to know how actually rare ghouls are More clearly

i had fun, too much fun making this

#tokyo debunker #tokyo debunker lore analysis #edward hart #towa otonashi #haru sagara #tokyo debunker lore

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n8doe · 10 months ago

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A.N — this pooped into my head so i hope its good enough for you guys

SUMMARY — you and chris have an ongoing prank war, so you decide to play a silly little prank on him while hes away.

WARNINGS — lowercase letters intended, slight CUSSING 😳😱😱.

you set up your phone, making sure the camera angle was perfect and hidden from chris’s view. he was due back any minute, and you couldnt wait to see his reaction to the prank you had planned. you decided to pretend that you had dyed your hair green while he was away. you had a wig ready and everything. it looked pretty realistic, even nick fell for it, and the prank wasnt even on him.

the door creaked open, and you quickly positioned yourself on his bed, the vibrant green wig in place. chris walked in, looking tired but happy to be home. his eyes widened as he saw you lying on his bed with green hair.

"babe, what did you do to your hair?" he asked, dropping his bag in the corner and rushing over to you.

you tried to keep a straight face. "do you like the green hair? i thought it was time for a plain change."

chris's mouth opened and closed a few times, clearly at a loss for words. "plain? i mean, its... its definitely hair. i just didnt expect it."

"you didnt expect it?" you tilt your head as chris squints his eyes, noticing how youre trying to hold back laughter.

he started to mess with the wig. "wheres your phone?" he asked, looking around the bed. he found it odd that you were just lying there doing nothing.

"on the charger," you point to the corner of the bedroom where you had your phone case plugged in, making it seem like your phone.

he hums, looking at the hair one last time before into your eyes, “i cant tell if i like it or not.”

“well, i dont care what you think because its my hair and its already done.”

"oh, okay," chris nods, his eyes squinting once more before he wraps one hand around your neck, pulling you into a kiss as his other hand removes the wig. he pulls away from the kiss and drops his jaw, causing you to burst out laughing.

"what the fuck?" chris stares at you in confusion and shock; he actually thought the green hair was real.

you continue to laugh, your face buried in his pillow while his hands rest on your lower back. he stares at you as you laugh, feeling a bit humiliated for falling for such an obvious prank.

you stand up and walk over to your phone, retrieving it from its hidden spot before walking back to chris and pointing it at his face.

"do you feel stupid?" you ask, zooming in on his face a bit before zooming back out to see the same shocked look. "why are you so shocked? it wasnt even that surprising."

"it looked so real," he says, lying back on the bed. "im gonna get you back, baby."

“no, youre not.”

“mhm.”

very short, simple, and boring but thats okay (no its not). i dont think i like this but i wanna post this anyway

#sturniolo triplets #the sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo fluff

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magic-shop-stories · 2 months ago

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bts dad headcannon when their child comes out as gay

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OMG, YES! I thought about this as well and I'm just so in love with your request - THANK YOU; THANK YOU; THANK YOU! I actually wanted to take a little writing break since I have so much to do and two major uni assignments I didnt even begin with yet (RIP) but I couldn't resist this one 🌈💜 Hope it's what you expected and you enjoy reading it Lots of Army LOVE - C -

NAMJOON

HOW HE FINDS OUT

Scenario 1

discovers a sketchbook left open on the coffee table

inside a detailed drawing of his child holding hands with someone of the same gender

labeled “Us Against the World”

his glasses fog up

he traces the lines with his thumb

carefully places the sketchbook back exactly as it was

Scenario 2

overhears his child rehearsing a conversation in their bedroom:

“Dad, I’m gay. Dad, I’m... no, that sounds too formal. Ugh.”

he lingers in the hallway

heart pounding

knocking softly

Scenario 3

his child writes him a letter and slips it into his favorite philosophy book

he finds it while annotating “The Art of Loving”

reads it under his desk lamp

tears smudging the ink

INITIAL REACTION

Physical Cues

adjusts his glasses three times in rapid succession (a nervous tic)

its cross-legged on the floor to meet their eye level

knees cracking audibly

his voice wavers but stays steady:

“This… this is sacred. Thank you for trusting me.”

First Words

“Love isn’t a debate. It’s a fact. And you’ve always been brilliant at facts.”

“Do you need me to listen, or would you prefer a Rumi quote? I’ve prepared both.”

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Internal Monologue

“Did I make our home a sanctuary? Or did they carry this alone?”

stares at his parenting bookshelf at 2 AM

reorganizing it by “urgency”

texts Yoongi:

“Hyung. What if I’m not enough for them?”

Yoongi replies:

“You’re their dad. That’s the job description.”

writes a poem in his journal:

“My child’s heart is a galaxy - uncharted, infinite, mine to protect.”

Guilt/Pride Duality

buys a pride flag

but hides it in his closet for a week

agonizing over “Is this supportive or performative?”

secretly researches PFLAG meetings

bookmarks “How to Advocate for LGBTQ+ Youth” on his phone

ACTIONS/COMFORT MOMENTS

Gifts with Meaning

leather-bound journal with their name embossed in gold

inside a handwritten note:

“The world will try to edit your story. Never let it.”

vintage typewriter with a half-written poem loaded:

“Chapter One: The Bravest Person I Know.”

a potted monstera plant:

“It grows wild and unapologetic. Like you.”

Rituals of Reassurance

starts a “Midnight Philosophy Club”

hot cocoa, blankets, and deep talks under the stars

“Aristotles said… actually, forget him. You teach me tonight.”

takes them to a quiet art museum

lingering at abstract paintings

“See how colors clash? That’s where the magic is.”

Defense Mode

at a family gathering someone mutters: “It’s just a phase.”

he calmly sets down his wine:

“Phases are the moon’s business. We orbit love here.”

emails their school principal a 7-point list demanding LGBTQ+ inclusivity training, cc’ing the entire PTA

DAUGHTER vs. SON DIFFERENCES

Daughter

Comfort

buys her a custom necklace with a pendant shaped like a quill

“Write your own narrative.”

takes her to a women-led bookstore for LGBTQ+ lit

Defense

interrupts a rude classmate’s parent at pickup:

“Bigotry is the real ‘phase’ here. Grow up.”

Bonding

bakes banana bread together

dissecting “The Handmaid’s Tale”

“Rebellion tastes sweet, huh?”

Son

Comfort

gifts him a vintage bomber jacket

hidden inner patch: “Proud AF.”

teaches him to fix a bike tire

"...so you always have an escape route.”

Defense

shows up to his soccer game wearing a “Free Hugs” shirt

glaring at teammates who snicker

Bonding

hikes a mountain at dawn

at the peak, Namjoon mutters:

“You’re my greatest climb.”

ARMY-EASTER EGGS

Banana Milk Spill

during a hug, he knocks over his drink

“Ah—symbolic! Growth requires… mess.”

Playlist Feels

creates a “Love Louder” playlist:

“Born This Way” (Lady Gaga) “Answer: Love Myself” (BTS) “She” (Harry Styles) / “He” (Jake Scott) depending on child’s preference

Secret Support

donates to the Trevor Project under the pseudonym “RM’s Kid”

hangs the receipt on the fridge

“Quiet change matters too.”

GROWTH ARC (ANGST ➔ FLUFF)

Angst Phase

accidentally misgenders their partner

spends hours practicing in front of the mirror:

“They. Them. They. Got it.”

writes a 10-page letter to HYBE’s legal team about “minor privacy rights”

= after paparazzi snap a photo of his child

Fluff Phase

hosts a “Family Pride Picnic” in the park

packed with rainbow sandwiches, a Bluetooth speaker blasting “Firework”, and a “Free Dad Hugs” sign

drops them off at their first date

whispering: “Text me if you need an awkward philosopher rescue mission.”

JIN

HOW HE FINDS OUT

Scenario 1

during a Mario Kart showdown, his child pauses the game mid-race

“Appa… I need to tell you something.”

Jin’s character drives off Rainbow Road as he mutters

“Oh shit, I’m losing and having a Moment™.”

Scenario 2

overhears their phone call with a friend:

“I’m gonna come out to Dad tonight. He’ll probably make a dad joke and cry.”

he pretends not to hear

then practices his response in the mirror for an hour

Scenario 3

finds a love letter in their backpack addressed to someone of the same name

instead of snooping, he leaves a note:

“Your penmanship needs work. P.S. I’m always Team You.”

INITIAL REACTION

Physical Cues

drops his controller/spoon

“Wait—let me pose dramatically.”

strikes a “Worldwide Handsome” stance to lighten the mood

pulls them into a theatrical hug

lifting them off the ground

“Group hug! Me, you, and my massive pride!”

First Words

“Cool! Does this mean I get two sons/daughters-in-law to spoil? Cha-ching!”

“You’re gay? Finally! Now we can argue over who’s hotter: Chris Evans or me.”

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Internal Monologue

“Did I joke too much? Do they think I’m not taking this seriously?”

texts Namjoon:

“Quick! Send me serious dad tips. EMERGENCY.”

secretly watches coming out compilations on YouTube

sobbing into a tissue:

“Why am I crying? I’m the supportive one!”

Guilt/Pride Duality

buys a rainbow “#1 Ally” pin

agonizes over wearing it:

“Is this too extra? …Wait, I’m Jin. Nothing’s too extra.”

practices “I’m proud of you” in the mirror

then cringes:

“Ugh, too basic. Need more… Jin.”

ACTIONS/COMFORT MOMENTS

Gifts with Flair

custom pink gaming headset (matching his mic) with their name in glitter:

“Now we can slay and slay together.”

“Worldwide Proud” hoodie with a cartoon

Jin winking

“Wear this when you need backup swag.”

tickets to a K-pop LGBTQ+ fan meeting & concert

“Let’s go judge everyone’s bias lists. Spoiler: Mine’s still the best.”

Rituals of Reassurance:

starts “Jin’s Joke Jar”

writes affirmations on paper slips

“Pull one when the world sucks. Guaranteed dad joke or life advice!”

examples:

“Why did the rainbow blush? Because it saw the gay agenda!” “You’re my favorite human in HD.”

hosts a family gaming marathon with LGBTQ+ themed games (“Life is Strange”, “The Last of Us”)

“If Ellie can survive zombies, you can survive high school.”

Defense Mode

a dinner party, a relative scoffs, “It’s unnatural.”

Jin deadpans:

“So is your hairline, but here we are.”

joins their school’s Discord to “accidentally” leak his own embarrassing childhood photos

diverting bullies’ attention

“Let them meme me instead.”

DAUGHTER vs. SON DIFFERENCES

Daughter

Comfort

takes her shopping for oversized hoodies “to steal later”

secretly buys her a BT21 RJ plush with a pride flag

“For emotional support and judging my dance moves.”

Bonding

hosts a makeover night with sheet masks and “RuPaul’s Drag Race”

“I’d slay as a queen. Fight me.”

Defense

crashes her school dance with a karaoke machine

singing “Born This Way” until the principal begs him to stop

Son

Comfort

teaches him self-defense moves using “dad reflexes”

“If anyone messes with you, tickle them. Works on Jungkook every time.”

Bonding

challenges him to games

then “accidentally” loses

“Oops! Guess you’re the carry now.”

Defense

shows up to his matches with a mega horn

blasting “Not Today” whenever opponents jeer

ARMY-EASTER EGGS

Pink Mic Parallel

gifts them a pink water bottle with “Hydrate or Jindrate” printed on it

Gaming Shoutouts

uses the username “Seokjin_ssi” in their multiplayer games

“Watch me Epic Victory Royal these homophobes.”

Secret Support

donates to It Gets Better Project under the alias “Mr. Worldwide Handsome”

hangs the certificate in the bathroom

“Read it while you brush! Multitasking!”

GROWTH ARC (ANGST ➔ FLUFF)

Angst Phase

accidentally calls their crush “just a friend”

spends the night baking apology cookies shaped like rainbows

“I’m learning, okay? Here’s carbs.”

sneaks into their room at 3 AM to leave a handwritten letter:

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like a joke. You’re my best punchline.”

Fluff Phase

co-hosts a charity livestream with them

playing Overwatch while raising funds for LGBTQ+ youth

“Donate or I’ll sing Super Tuna on loop!”

drops them off at prom with a “Good Luck” banner taped to the car

“Text me if you need a fake fire alarm rescue. I’ve got matches.”

YOONGI

HOW HE FINDS OUT

Scenario 1

overhears their child practicing a song they wrote in his home studio

lyrics include: “I’m tired of hiding in minor chords.”

he pauses outside the door

hand frozen on the doorknob

then texts his manager:

“Cancel my meetings. Family emergency.”

Scenario 2

finds a dog-eared notebook in his old high school box

left open to his child’s doodles: a basketball hoop with a pride flag net

stares at it

tucks it into his current work bag

Scenario 3

his child slips a note into his production notes:

“Appa, I’m gay. P.S. Your coffee’s cold.”

reads it mid-session

saves the project file as “Proud.parenting.wav”

INITIAL REACTION

Physical Cues

nods silently, jaw tightening

rolls a basketball between his palms (his stress ball)

“You’re sure?”

pauses

“Good. I’m sure too.”

if emotional: rubs his nape, avoiding eye contact

“I… need a minute.”

returns with two cans of cold brew and a high school mixtape

First Words

“Life’s already hard enough. This? This is the easy part.”

“You know I wrote gay fanfiction in high school, right? No one bullies my kid but me.”

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Internal Monologue

“Should I tell them I get it? No. Privacy matters.”

texts Namjoon:

“How do I… parent right now?”

late-night studio session:

creates a hidden track titled “Answer: Love Yourself (Remix)”

= their heartbeat sampled

Guilt/Pride Duality

digs out his old fanfiction (username: glossyWRITES)

considers burning it

“Nah. Growth.”

researches LGBTQ+ youth centers near his childhood Daegu home

donates anonymously

ACTIONS/COMFORT MOMENTS

Gifts with Edge

custom basketball with “Net Worth = You” printed

“Dunk on the haters. Literally.”

USB drive labeled “Track 08: Unreleased”

containing a beat made from their laugh

“For when words fail.”

black hoodie with “민윤기’s Kid” embroidered in tiny rainbow thread

“Wear it or don’t. I would.”

Rituals of Reassurance

teaches them basketball drills at dawn

“Life’s a full-court press. Swish anyway.”

invites them to his studio

hands them the aux cord

“Play me your anthem. I’ll produce it.”

Defense Mode

at a TV host asks if he’s “disappointed”

he leans into the mic:

“Next question. Or I’ll diss you in Daechwita 2.0.”

sends their school a cease-and-desist from HYBE’s lawyers over bullying

“Copyright claim on my kid’s happiness.”

DAUGHTER vs. SON DIFFERENCES

Daughter

Comfort

gifts her noise-canceling headphones:

“Block the noise. I’ll handle the mess.”

teaches her bass guitar to “channel rage into riffs.”

Bonding

late-night drives blasting “Seesaw”

“This song? Yeah, it’s about choices. Like choosing to be you.”

Defense

shows up to her art show with a hired bodyguard

“For the haters, not you. You’re the masterpiece.”

Son

Comfort

secretly enrolls him in boxing lessons

“Not to fight. To know you can.”

leaves honey butter chips on his desk post-training

Bonding

plays 1v1 basketball

“accidentally” missing shots

“Old man joints. You win.”

Defense

leans against his locker

glaring at bullies

“I’ve got time. Try me.”

ARMY-EASTER EGGS

Studio Secrets

names a synth preset “My Child’s Voice” in his DAW

uses it in BTS’s next song

Basketball Nostalgia

wears his high school jersey to their games

number 3 for “third mixtape, third chance to be better”.

Fanfiction Nod

slips an old fanfic printout into their backpack

highlighted line: “Love isn’t a subplot.”

GROWTH ARC (ANGST ➔ FLUF)

Angst Phase

overhears them crying after a breakup

stands frozen in the hallwaw

fists clenched

texts Jin:

“How do I… fix this?”

Jin replies:

“Just be there.”

writes a rap verse about fear of failure as a dad

deletes it immediately

“Too raw. Save it for them.”

Fluff Phase

surprises them with a collab with an LGBTQ+ artist they idolize

“You said you liked their vibe. I said let’s work.”

drops them off at a protest

hands them a megaphone

“Scream loud. I’ll handle the noise complaints.”

J-HOPE

HOW HE FINDS OUT

Scenario 1

notices his child borrowing his neon bucket hats and pride flag pins from his closet

instead of confronting them, he lays out a styling challenge:

“Let’s revamp my wardrobe. You pick the fits.”

midway, he grins:

“The pink hair clip? Iconic. But it’d look better on you.”

Scenario 2

overhears them teaching a friend how to paint nails in his signature style

glitter gradients with tiny hearts

peeks in, holding a bottle of rainbow holographic polish:

“Need a pro?”

Scenario 3

finds a draft text on their phone:

“Appa, I’m gay. P.S. Your dance moves are still cringe.”

leaves a sticky note on their mirror:

“Correction: Iconic cringe. P.P.S. I love you.”

INITIAL REACTION

Physical Cues

claps hands once

loud and bright

“Okay! Okay! Let’s celebrate!”

immediately plays “Chicken Noodle Soup”

does a ridiculous shoulder shimmy

tears up but blinks rapidly

fanning his face with a sequined fan from his back pocket

“Allergies! Definitely allergies!”

First Words

“You’re my kid. Of course you’d come out in style.”

“I knew you were stealing my glitter! Parent intuition!”

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Internal Monologue

“Did I make enough space for them? Was my ‘vibe’ too loud?”

texts Jimin:

“Am I… too much?”

Jimin replies:

“You’re enough. Now go hug your baby.”

buys every pride-themed accessory online

panics:

“Is this support or overkill? …Both. Both is good.”

Guilt/Pride Duality

rewatches their childhood dance video

wondering if he pushed his dreams onto them

creates a secret Pinterest board titled “Proud Dad Looks” with matching parent-child outfits

ACTIONS/COMFORT MOMENTS

Gifts with Glitter

customized jacket (for both of you)

“J-Hope’s #1 Fan” on the back

“#1 Dad/Child” on the front

“Wear it to the haters’ funerals.”

DIY nail art kit with his face on the lid

“For when you need sunshine on your fingertips.”

tickets to a queer dance festival

“We’re entering the parent-child duo category. Spoiler: We’ll win.”

Rituals of Reassurance

hosts a “Closet Raid Day”

style each other in outrageous outfits

then strut through the mall

“Confidence is couture, baby!”

teaches them his “Hope on the Street” moves

adapting the choreo to their comfort

“No rules. Just joy.”

Defense Mode

at a family gathering, a cousin sneers: “Isn’t this just a phase?”

hewhips out his phone, blasting “Outro: Ego”:

“Phase? This is a bop.”

floods their school’s Instagram with thirst traps to overshadow bully comments

“Let’s see them roast this jawline.”

DAUGHTER vs. SON DIFFERENCES

Daughter

Comfort

hosts a “Glow-Up Night”

face masks, karaoke

teaching her to “walk in heels like a CEO”

“Stilettos are weapons. Wield them.”

Bonding

co-designs a pride-themed dance routine for TikTok

“We’re gonna break the algorithm AND hearts.”

Defense

storms into her school in a head-to-toe rainbow tracksuit to confront a teacher

“You got a problem? Battle me.”

Son

Comfort

surprises him with gender-neutral streetwear from his favorite brand

“Swag doesn’t care about labels.”

Bonding

takes him thrifting for oversized hoodies and vintage band tees

“Distressed fabric = distressed haters.”

Defense

joins his gaming livestream with a sign:

“Proud Dad Alert! Donate to GLAAD or perish.”

ARMY-EASTER EGGS

Hope World Nods

gifts them a neon fanny pack

stuffed with peach emoji stickers and a mixtape USB titled “Hope World: Parental Guidance Edition”

Dance Legacy

sneaks their signature move into BTS’s choreography

“Look closely at Boy With Luv… That’s your flair.”

Mic Toss Energy

replaces their room’s lightswitch with a pink glitter cover

“Every time you turn it on, remember: You’re the light.”

GROWTH ARC (ANGST ➔ FLUF)

Angst Phase:

accidentally misgenders their partner

spends the night baking rainbow macarons as apology

“I’m learning. Here’s sugar and shame.”

finds them crying to “Blue Side”

sits silently

handing them his lucky bandana to wipe tears

“I’m here. Always.”

Fluff Phase

organizes a flash mob at HYBE with BTS’s/ his backup dancers

“Surprise! Your dad’s extra.”

drops them off at prom with a disco ball necklace

“If anyone’s rude, blinding them is self-defense.”

JIMIN

HOW HE FINDS OUT

Scenario 1

happens during a late-night movie marathon

they pause “Love, Simon”

whisper: “Appa… that’s me.”

Jimin freezes

then pulls them into his lap like he did when they were small

stroking their hair

Scenario 2

finds their sketchbook open to a self-portrait with a pride flag painted over their heart

he traces the lines with his finger

tears smudging the charcoal

Scenario 3

overhears them practicing “I’m gay” to a mirror

he leans against the doorframe

arms crossed, smiling softly

“Your pronunciation’s perfect. Proud.”

INITIAL REACTION

Physical Cues

eyes well up instantly

lip trembling

“Come here. Come here.”

pulls them into a back-breaking hug

swaying side-to-side

whispers into their hair:

“My baby. My brave, beautiful baby.”

voice cracks on “brave.”

First Words

“You’re my heart. Nothing changes that. Nothing.”

“Thank you. For trusting me. For… existing.”

HOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Internal Monologue

“Did I hug them enough? Did they ever feel small because of me?”

texts Taehyung:

“What if I failed them?”

Tae replies:

“You’re their safe place. Always.”

writes a letter he’ll never send:

“I spent years hating my body. Let me love yours enough for both of us.”

Guilt/Pride Duality

buys every LGBTQ+ YA novel he can find

dog-earing pages with lines he wants to discuss

secretly researches PFLAG meetings but attends virtually in a disguise

ACTIONS/COMFORT MOMENTS

Gifts with Grace:

bracelet with a charm shaped like a shield

“To remind you: I’m your armor.”

blanket embroidered with “You Are Enough” in his handwriting

“Wrap yourself in this when the world is cold.”

self-care kit with his favorite lavender oil, a Serendipity playlist, and a jade roller

“For when your heart feels heavy.”

Rituals of Reassurance:

starts “Cuddle Therapy Sundays”:

nestled on the couch

he lets them pick the movie while he braids their hair or rubs their back

“No talking. Just feel.”

teaches them breathing exercises from his trainee days

“Inhale love, exhale fear. Again.”

Defense Mode

at a school event, a parent mutters “sin.”

Jimin steps forward, smile icy

“I’d pray for you, but I’m too busy worshipping my child.”

pays for a billboard near their school:

“Proud Parent Alert! 🏳️🌈”

has his phone number on it (fake - goes straight to a LQBTQ+ donation hotline)

“Complaints? Call me.”

DAUGHTER vs. SON DIFFERENCES

Daughter

Comfort

takes her to a dance class for queer teens

“Move like nobody owns you.”

twirls her until she laughs

Bonding

co-writes a poem titled “The Language of My Body"

reads it aloud at an open mic, holding her hand

Defense

storms into a store where a clerk misgenders her

buys everything in her cart

demands the clerk apologize

Son

Comfort

gifts him a weighted blanket

sits with him during panic attacks

“Your strength is quiet. I’m here for it.”

Bonding

teaches him stretching routines to ease dysphoria

“Your body is yours. Treat it kindly.”

Defense

joins his gaming stream with a “Proud Dad” username

donating thousands to shut down trolls

ARMY-EASTER EGGS

Serendipity Symbolism

adds a butterfly charm to their bracelet

“Like the song. You are my serendipity.”

Lie Detector

recreates his “Lie” MV makeup on them for pride

“Now you’re art and truth.”

Promise Rings

wears a matching mother-of-pearl ring

“Forever connected. No take-backs.”

GROWTH ARC (ANGST ➔ FLUFF)

Angst Phase

overhears them criticizing their body in the mirror

interrupts

voice shaking:

“I see perfection. Let me… show you.”

writes a verse about his parenting fears

then burns it

“Ash to growth.”

Fluff Phase

dances with them at pride

both wearing matching crop tops

“They said ‘cover up.’ We said sparkle.”

surprises them with a custom song produced by Yoongi and him

lyrics: “You’re the chorus to my verse. Always.”

TAEHYUNG

HOW HE FINDS OUT

Scenario 1

discovers his child’s secret Instagram account

filled with self-portraits in drag-inspired makeup

Taehyung screenshots their favorite look

texts: “Need a wig consultant? Asking for a friend.”

Scenario 2

finds a crumpled note in their jacket pocket:

“I’m gay. But what if Appa hates me?”

slips it into his vintage camera case

takes them on a photo walk to “accidentally” capture rainbow graffiti

Scenario 3

overhears them humming “Sweet Night” while sketching a queer retelling of The Little Prince

leans over their shoulder:

“The rose would’ve slayed in drag.”

INITIAL REACTION

Physical Cues

gasps dramatically

clutching his chest

“You’re gay?! Finally someone to raid my glitter stash!”

pulls them into a hug

nuzzling their hair

whispers “My little Picasso” while wiping away a tear

First Words

“You’re my masterpiece. This is just another brushstroke.”

“Remember when I dressed as a mermaid for Halloween? This is way cooler.”

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Internal Monologue

“Do they know I get it? Should I tell them about my drag phase? No—their story first.”

texts Jimin:

“How do I glitter-parent? HELP.”

digs out his old drag king sketches from high school

smiling at the memory

“Maybe we can revamp these together.”

Guilt/Pride Duality

buys every issue of "Queer Eye"

leaves them stacked in their room

“For research. Totally not obsessed.”

practices pronouns in the mirror:

“They/them. They/them. They/them.”

ACTIONS/COMFORT MOMENTS

Gifts with Glam

vintage leather jacket from his closet

lined with a pride flag

“Wear it like armor. Or just to look cool.”

polaroid camera and a scrapbook titled “The Art of Being You”

“Document your glow-up. I’ll handle the captions.”

tickets to a drag brunch

“We’re both getting makeovers. No excuses.”

Rituals of Reassurance

hosts “Vante Vision Board Nights”:

collages of queer icons, glitter, and magazine cutouts

“Manifest your fiercest self.”

teaches them film photography in abandoned theaters

capturing their “coming out” journey in moody monochromes

Defense Mode

at a family dinner, an uncle scoffs: “Why the theatrics?”

Taehyung stands, adjusting his beret:

“Why the boredom?”

drops a pride flag on the table as a centerpiece

collaborates with a queer artist to paint a mural on their school wall

“Vandalism? No. Artistic justice.”

DAUGHTER vs. SON DIFFERENCES

Daughter

Comfort

takes her thrifting for ’70s bell-bottoms and sequined tops

“Channel your inner Bowie. I’ll be your Iman.”

Bonding

hosts a “Runway Night” in their living room

struts in his old drag king suit

she wears his CELINE heels

Defense

storms into her school play wearing a “Proud Dad of a Diva” shirt

heckles anyone who dares yawn

Son

Comfort

gifts him a saxophone (because jazz = freedom)

“Blow away the blues. I’ll dance.”

Bonding

binge-watches queer cinema classics.

cries at “Moonlight”

“This is us, baby.”

Defense

joins his matches as coach

substituting bullies with pride flag cones

“New rule: Love scores.”

ARMY-EASTER EGGS

Drag King Nods

gifts them a fake mustache as an insider joke

“For when you need mystique.”

Vante Vibes

sneaks a grayscale photo of them into his art exhibit

caption: “My Muse in Living Color.”

Jazz Soul

plays “Singularity” on loop during heart-to-hearts

“This song? Yeah, it’s about owning your shadows.”

GROWTH ARC (ANGST ➔ FLUF)

Angst Phase

overhears them crying after a date gone wrong

sits outside their door, humming “Winter Bear” until they let him in

“I’m here. Always.”

accidentally misgenders their crush

bakes apology croissants

leaves a note: “Flaky outside, soft inside. Like me and you.”

Fluff Phase

surprises them with a collab photoshoot for a queer magazine

“You’re the star. I’m just the groupie.”

drops them off at prom in a vintage convertible, blasting “Dynamite”

“If anyone’s rude, dance harder.”

JUNGKOOK

HOW HE FINDS OUT

Scenario 1

discovers bandages in their trash bin

they’ve been distant for week

his hands shake

he Googles “how to help LGBTQ+ kids” at 3 AM

texts Jin:

“Hyung. Emergency. What do I do?”

Scenario 2

paparazzi photos surface of his child holding hands with their same-gender crush

Jungkook storms out of a photoshoot

speeding to their school in his blacked-out car to shield them from cameras

Scenario 3

finds them curled up in his old BTS concert hoodie

silent for days

sits cross-legged on the floor

voice cracking:

“Talk to me. Please. I’ll learn whatever I need to.”

INITIAL REACTION

Physical Cues

Angst

paces the room

running hands through his hair

“I should’ve noticed. I should’ve...”

texts Namjoon:

“Did I fail them?”

Fluff

pulls them into a bear hug

lifting them off the ground

“You’re safe. I’ll fight the world.”

First Words

“You’re my baby. That’s the only label that matters.”

“Who hurt you? Tell me. I’ll… I’ll learn archery.”

stares at his Bulletproof tattoo

THOUGHTS & FEELINGS

Internal Monologue

“Why didn’t they tell me? Am I scary?”

calls Jimin, whispering:

“Hyung, how do I… soften?”

buys pride merch but hides it

worried it’s “too much”

Yoongi advises:

“Just be you. They’ll know it’s real.”

Guilt/Pride Duality:

practices “I’m proud of you” in sign language after learning their crush is Deaf

“They’ll feel it if I mess up.”

tattoos a semicolon behind his ear

“Your story isn’t over. I’m here.”

ACTIONS/COMFORT MOMENTS

Gifts with Meaning

custom gaming PC with a rainbow-lit keyboard

“For when words are hard. Game with me.”

matching tattoo of their initials in rainbow

“You’re my bullseye. Always.”

a rescue puppy named Hope

“Now you’ve got two golden retrievers.”

points to himself

Rituals of Reassurance

teaches them self defense at dawn

“Focus on the target. Ignore the noise.”

creates a “Safe Word” system:

if they text “Magic Shop”, he drops everything to pick them up

Defense Mode

Media Exposure

hires HYBE’s legal team to sue the paparazzi

release a vlog titled “Proud Dad” trending #1 worldwide

Bullying

shows up to their school in his MMA gear

glaring at teachers

“Protect my kid or I’ll.”

DAUGHTER vs. SON DIFFERENCES

Daughter

Comfort

takes her camping to stargaze

“The universe made you perfect. Argue with the stars.”

Bonding

bakes rainbow cake while blasting “Euphoria”

“Sweetness beats bitterness. Every time.”

Defense

buys her a self-defense ring

“Press this if anyone’s rude. I’ll handle the police.”

Son

Comfort

bonds over weightlifting

“Strength isn’t for them. It’s for you.”

Bonding

co-writes a song about resilience

Jungkook raps:

“My son’s a king. Bow down.”

Defense

joins his gaming stream

donating $10k to shut down trolls

“GG, haters. Dad’s richer.”

ARMY-EASTER EGGS

Golden Touch

gifts them a gold chain to match his own

“Wear it when you need to shine.”

Tattoo Tribute

adds a rainbow heart to his sleeve tattoo

“For you. My STAR.”

Mixtape Feels

makes them a playlist titled “My Time (But Yours)”

includes songs like “Love Myself” and “Zero O’Clock”.

GROWTH ARC (ANGST ➔ FLUF)

Angst Phase

accidentally smothers them with too much protection

texts Taehyung:

“How do I not hover?”

Tae replies:

“Breathe. Trust them.”

finds their journal entry:

“I’m a burden.”

cries into Hobi’s shoulder:

“How do I fix this?”

Fluff Phase

surprises them with a family trip to Jeju

builds a bonfire, roasting marshmallows

“You’re my light. Always.”

drops them off at college with a care package:

ramyeon, bandaids

a note: “Text ‘Magic Shop’ and I’ll fly there.”

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