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itstittycitybaby · 4 years ago

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From the Ashes we are Born (Part 9)

A/N: First things first if you read this through you are now a sinner sorry I don’t make the rules. Secondly, thank you @lazy-potato-author for this request! I hope you enjoy it! I have another request that will be out either this weekend or in the beginning of next weekend, so make sure to keep an eye out for that. After I get these requests out I might take some more it just depends on my schedule. This is a smut fic but V is not railing you in this one, because with a bullet wound it’s just not gonna happen lmao. Also, V is a switch and no you cannot tell me otherwise. Anyways I hope you guys enjoy reading this!

Warnings: smut, nsfw 18+. Fingering, bit of dirty talk and praise. Enjoy my fellow sinners.

V grunted; one of chancellor’s men had managed to pelt him with a bullet. Thankfully, it didn’t hit anything important but it hurt like hell. V winced when he tried to laugh. The trouble he would be in once he got home to his darling was something he admittedly was looking forward to. Not the scolding, or the lecturing, but being able to see your face again. V’s right hand held tightly over the wound as he hobbled back to the shadow gallery. He couldn’t tell if he was bleeding badly thanks to his attire, but the sharp pain did not ease. It felt hot, like it was burning him. V laughed bitterly which caused him to wheeze. He knew too much about fire and how its unforgiving flames swept over your skin. V cursed himself; he promised he would be more careful from now on. Just a bit of a ways farther, he told himself.

“V!” He jumped at the voice of his love. Your eyes shifted to the hand holding his side as he leaned on the dining table. “Hello there darling,” V wheezed out, wincing. There was a simmer of anger in your eyes as you watched your boyfriend lean on the table for support. Godammit, you thought. He just got home! “V, what happened?” He didn’t say anything as he removed his daggers and hat and placed them on the table. You worried over him like a mother hen which made his heart swell at the thought. Though, he couldn’t help but feel guilty. V grunted, “I think I got shot.” “You think?!” You sighed turning away from your masked boyfriend. “Stay right there I’m getting the first aid kit,” you shouted over you, dashing towards the bathroom. Cursing, you grabbed it from under the sink and hurried to V. His breathing sounded irregular and he was gripping onto the table. The leather gloves were gone and his scarred hands turned white from the pressure he was putting on the edge of the table. The pads of your feet burned from running so fast but you didn’t care. “V I’m gonna need you to sit down.” “I-I can take care of it my darling, y-you...need some rest.” With a heated glare you repeated, “Sit.” V shrunk, which caused another grunt. Gently, you slung your arm around the good part of his torso and led him to a kitchen chair. You set the first aid kit on the table beside the belt of daggers and V’s hat. One layer down. “V..you’re not gonna like this but we’re gonna have to take off your tunic.” Silence. “V,” you said softly. “I need to look at the wound before it gets worse.” He sighed, causing him to curse softly in pain. “Alright, my darling,” he replied. There was a hint of sadness in his tone.

Giving him a reassuring smile and a kiss on his head, you helped your boyfriend shimmie out of the top. V let out a hiss as the tunic sank onto his wound. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly, being more careful to get him out of the damn thing. The blood made the tunic stick to the wound and really it was just a sticky gross mess in general. A gasp threatened to claw its way out of your throat once you got the tunic off. V’s chest was burned, heavily burned. There were scars littered across it with an angry reddish colour. You swallowed your surprise, though. V was already ashamed and insecure. V’s head was low, refusing to look at you in the eye. Even with his scars, he was still beautiful. “V,” you whispered. “You’re beautiful.” His head shot up out of surprise. A groan left his lips as a flare of pain flashed him.“Right sorry,” you exclaimed, remembering why the both of you were here in the first place. Grabbing your supplies you knelt down in front of him. “Stay still as best as you can, if you need something to hold onto you can squeeze my shoulder,” you muttered.

You’re beautiful. The pain was sharp but dulled once he kept replaying your words in his head. V was anything but beautiful; he has blood on his hands. His skin was far from beauty. Disgusting. Mortifying. Every time he saw himself in the mirror he couldn’t help but sneer. His angel had to be lying to him. V’s head perked up at the sound of gauze being unwrapped. “After this you should be done,” you said. “Just be careful; we don’t want the stitches to bust, so no moving around without me,” you softly chided. “You have to be more careful V. I don’t want something bad to happen to you.” He didn’t say anything, just kept trying to focus on the feeling of being patched up. The wound just throbbed now and to his right the bloody bullet lay on the table. “Why do you lie to me, my darling?” The tips of your brows furrowed in confusion as you bandaged him. “What?” “You said I was beautiful, love,” V said softly , “I am many things but I do not have beauty in me.” “Yes, you do. I haven’t been this happy in years, V. You’ve shown me patience and compassion. You look at me like I’m the most perfect thing in the world. Your voice is deep and rich. I love your scars V. They tell a story. Whatever happened was awful and you shouldn’t have gone through that, but,” you said, double checking the gauze you put over his wound. “It shows that you survived something and you’re still here to tell the tale.” There was a mischievous glint in your eye. Leaning up, you placed a kiss to his chest. V froze; his blood felt cold and underneath the mask his cheeks flushed (thank god you couldn’t see it or you’d tease him relentlessly). V’s breath hitched at the feeling of your soft lips greeting his chest with a kiss.

You sent him a wink before getting up and putting the supplies away. “After I get back, wanna watch something,” you asked, gesturing your head to the living room. V nodded. He didn’t trust his voice right now. You sent him one last smile before heading into the living room. V was alone with his thoughts again. The only thing he could think about was your soft lips on his horrid skin.

The hot mug of tea warmed his bare hands. The Princess Bride played on the old television. The lights were off, the T.V. gave off a soft glow but other than that the both of you were surrounded in darkness. V’s darling sat comfortably next to him, her eyes glued to the screen. He couldn’t concentrate on the film playing even though he enjoyed it. He felt vulnerable and bare without his tunic. The scarred burns and roughness of his skin was a hard reminder of the torture he endured. Everyday he was reminded of the need for vengeance and the underlying anger beneath his heart. V knew you deserved better; you deserve someone who wasn’t horrid looking or angry. You were kind and loving (albeit a mischievous minx at times), who saw the good in people. Even then, you understood V’d need to restore balance and peace. England needed a new era, it’s people have suffered for too long. Whoever took up that spot was not in his hands but hopefully, he’d be able to rid London of the monsters lurking in the shadows.

V was not paying attention to the movie. Sure, it was your favorite and not his, but he was more attentive. His posture seemed tense and uncomfortable. It made you sad knowing that V thought of himself unworthy and felt insecure. Though, you could hardly blame him. The scars that covered his torso were great in numbers and his skin was angry and raw. It reminded you of the silent rage and danger hidden underneath your boyfriend’s persona. V had never hurt you and he was an amazing lover, but you could feel the hatred. The thought excited you. The anger was quiet but whenever it came out of the shadows, it was violent. Witnessing V in battle was something you always watched in awe. Slowly, you tested the waters. You shifted closer to your masked lover. Very slowly you put your head on V’s bare shoulder. He became rigid and stiff as a board but eventually he sunk into you. V’s head rested on yours; the guy fawkes mask kissing you with its lips. He seemed more relaxed but still alert to your movements as Buttercup tumbled down after Wesley. “They’re so dumb,” you giggled, the bright orange dress Buttercup wore flying behind her as she rolled down the hill. “Sure they may not be the brightest but they’re in love, darling,” V replied smoothly. You snorted, “Of course you’d be seeing the romance of it.”

He just hummed in reply, holding you closer to him.The end of the movie was nearing. V couldn't stand it any longer. You had snuggled into his side and every so often placed small kisses over his chest. He thanked the heavens for loose fitting breeches because he started feeling a bit warm. V could see the idea formulating in your brain. It made him smirk beneath his mask. A faux innocence you had put on but V knew his darling better than anyone else. You were clever and cunning but V was faster. Gently, V placed his hand on your left thigh. V smiled in victory when he heard your breath hitch. In his peripheral vision he could see your cheeks start to get flustered as you squirmed underneath his grip. V paid no mind though; if you wanted something you would have to ask. It amused him that one little touch seemed to make you compliant. Heavens, the things he wanted to do to you. Patience, he told himself. You weren’t going to give up that easily. After a few minutes with no new tactics, you relaxed once more focusing on the movie. V’s hand didn’t stray further up. Instead it stayed there stubbornly. Once V knew for sure you were focused on the movie, he carefully brought his left hand to his face. With deft fingers he carefully untied the mask and placed it beside him.

Oddly enough you seemed too transfixed with the movie that you didn’t notice what your scheming boyfriend was up too. The soft glow didn’t show off his features too much, so he wasn’t too worried about you suddenly turning and seeing his face.V waited patiently for a few moments and then he struck. You didn’t really think too much of him shifting around until you felt rough lips kissing your jaw. “V-V,” you asked a bit breathlessly, leaning into his chest to give him better access. V seemed to know exactly what spots on your neck and jaw were sensitive. How he knew where to softly kiss and nibble was beyond you. Again, V proved to be perfect at doing anything. “Yes, love,” he replied, his lips kissing at the spot where your jaw met your neck. “W-what are you doing?” Your back was pressed up against him and your head laid on his shoulder. You couldn’t see his face; his head was littering your jaw with soft kisses. “Should I stop?” “N-no,” you squeaked out in reply, cheeks turning red. V’s hands trailed down your stomach towards the hem of your shirt. He chuckled at your shyness. His hair tickled your neck lightly. Slowly, he hiked up your shirt over your breasts. Your nipples hardened as the cool air hit them. The sight made him groan. They were soft and plump. “You’re an angel my darling,” he said huskily. “Look how gorgeous you are.” V’s lips returned to your neck. A whimper escaped your lips as his clever fingers gently circled around your areola on both of your breasts. Your nipples tingled, begging to be touched. Even though your thinking started to stop and everything felt hazy you were careful not to brush up against V’s wound. A madman, you thought. You mewled as his fingers finally started rubbing and pinching your nipples. V’s teeth nipped and sucked at your neck, leaving small red bruises in his wake.

Your cunt started to throb with need and you fought the urge to grind on his thigh for some sort of release. Suddenly, it stopped. “H-hey!” “Ah ah ah,” V tutted. “Pay attention to the film.” “B-but..” you trailed off helplessly. “Do I need to repeat myself,” V asked, voice growing lower. “If you don’t pay attention I’ll stop.” Grumbling, you turned back to the movie. V chuckled; it sounded more sinister than his usual laugh. The noise alone made you feel tingly with excitement.“Good girl,” V purred, kissing the top of your head. You shivered. V maneuvered you in front of the T.V with his chest behind your back. Immediately, his fingers found your nipples again. You whimpered as they pinched your nipples lightly and rolled them between the pads of his fingers. His lips found your ear and V gently suckled on your lobe. You tried so hard to focus on Buttercup getting married to Prince Humphry. You didn’t want your boyfriend to stop. You wanted to be good. The fogginess in your brain threatened to take over. Heat pooled in your belly and you throbbed with need. V had barely started and you were already putty in his hands. “I love these,” he rumbled, kneading your tits with his hands. “They’re soft and warm just like my darling.” You shivered at his words much to his amusement. “Please V,” you whined. “Please what angel? Use your words.” Your face heated up. “Y-you know w-what I mean.” “I’m afraid not my darling,” he replied. V was grinning behind you as he watched you trip over your words. “Hm,” V said, mockingly pretending to think. His right hand crept down to the waistband of your skirt. Your eyes widened. V’s hand sunk under the waistband of your skirt. His hand hovered over your panties and you held in your breath waiting patiently. Finally, V’s fingers rubbed small circles over your clit over the fabric. “F-fuck,” you breathed out as his index finger added a bit more pressure.

“What was that,” V asked, movements ceasing. Irritation bubbled in your chest. “Stop teasing me V it’s not fair,” you whined, trying to buck into his hand. V laughed, giving your neck a kiss. “Tell me what you want then, my songbird.” “Can you...use your fingers and…” you trailed off, squirming from his gaze. “Oh my darling, but I am using my fingers, but apparently that’s not enough.” “V!” “Alright alright my love, I just enjoy seeing you flustered.” V’s fingers shifted your panties aside. Gently, he spread apart your cunt. You moaned as his finger rubbed gentle circles around your clit. He knows what he’s doing. It didn’t surprise you, V was spectacular in everything he did. All thoughts ceased when V’s middle finger entered you. It stung a bit but he carefully searched for that spot. And when he found it, that’s when you lurched backward into him. V grunted in pain. “Oh my god I’m so sorry! Did I accidentally-” “Darling,” he interrupted, “I’m fine, relax.” The fingers on your left hand held the arm of the couch tightly to steady yourself more. You eyes rolled in the back of your head as V’s clever fingers curled into you, the pads of his fingers hitting that spot perfectly. The pressure on your clit didn’t cease either;you weren’t focusing on the damn movie anymore but V didn’t seem to care. He littered your neck with more kisses and bites. “Fuck,” you cried out as he added another finger. “My angel is taking my fingers so well,” V cooed.

His thumb on your clit rubbed a bit more harshly, but it felt so good. “I wonder how you’ll react to my cock. But that’s for another time.” His left hand snuck up to your left nipple again and started messing with it. Your moans filled the room and you thanked god for being so underground. V’s lips found yours, but with the pressure on your clit and his fingers rolling over your nipples you struggled kissing him back. V chuckled at this, snaking his tongue around yours and exploring your mouth with it. V’s fingers brushed against your clit and that delicious spot one more time, causing you to cum. V’s left arm curled around your stomach, making sure you wouldn’t fall. You trembled in his hold as your orgasm started to take over. V whispered praises and supported you on his lap. V’s hand left your cunt and fixed your underwear and skirt again. “You did wonderfully my darling,” V praised. Your bones felt heavy and so did your eyes. “Are you well enough to get up,” he asked gently after a few minutes. Nodding your head, you carefully slid off. To his surprise, however, you knelt in front of him, parting his thighs. “Love-” “Shh,” you cooed, eyes twinkling with mischief. “It’s your turn, my darling.”

#V for Vendetta #v for vendetta x reader #x reader #smut

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kenmas-consoles · 5 years ago

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Could I request headcannons for Oikawa, Iwa, Kuroo, and Bokuto with a alpha female girlfriend? I feel like that would be kinda funny, their girlfriend is in charge of them. Thank you!

Honestly i see these simps as someone who actually likes being dominated despite being a very dominating person themselves. Iz my firsy time writing an Omegaverse and i'm still quite unfamiliar with the concept but here we gooooo

Oikawa

This boy is a switch and we all know it

Minus the fact that he also reeks of alpha scent (your alpha scent) so it isn’t quite obvious that he’s an Omega cause he can mask it to make it look like its coming from him

But i mean boi who he kidding he totally gives off submissive omega vibes

Boy get’s turned on when their s/o gets all authoritative

The boy loves it when you get all jealous, he soaks it in everytime you do

He would purposely hang out with his fan girls and maybe flirt a little whenever he feels the need to rile s/o on

Uses it as an excuse to get scented and marked

Honestly is the biggest simp

He loves the fact that your alpha instincts take over when your helping him babysit Takeru you get all motherly and protective

Hates it when you hangout with other Omegas that aren’t him, boy gets whiny

One time his s/o was hanging out with their friends at the mall, Oikawa being at the right place at the right time sees s/o and their group of friends

While he’s walking towards them he realizes you’re making small talk with another group of female omegas who were dare he say it were quaking because of your scent.

He didn’t care if they were female or not cause any other omega he sees that is in anyway attracted to his alpha he sees as a threat

Wouldn’t hesitate to yeet (the girls)himself in and take his alpha away

Iwaizumi

How can he not be an alpha himself

Like just look at him

Although very rare cases they too exists, relationships between two alphas

Play fighting that turns into something really physical and sexually tense

You both are the couple that commands the attention of practically everywhere tou guys go to

Like don’t matter where your pheromones are really really strong mainly because you both are tryna get the other to submit

Always accidentally turning on omegas who are near by cause both your scent are too fricken strong

Arguing only leads up to something more heated and lord save me for I am a sinner for saying it but shit gets fricken steamy

I see Iwa as a reasonable partner but for the life of him will never back down from a challange cause he always gets what he wants so s/o fricken watch out cause the boy doesnt care if you’re an alpha as well cause he’s gonna fricken wreck you

Just. Fucking. Try

Boy thinks its hot when his s/o does but—

He’s always going to want to be the dominant one and he doesn’t care how persistent or threatening his s/o gets

With eyes narrowed, teeth bared and heavy breathing

It’s gonna be a long night

Kuroo

Ayt just imagine it Kuroo as a Beta that gives dom vibes 👀👀

Like I know how Betas are seen as subordinate and kinda low class but it doesnt mean all of them are since Betas are known to be rogue as well cause they challange alphas for top spot sometimes

Boy is naturally drawn into s/o’s dominant side but is since he’s a Beta and can’t get into heat he’s almost immune to his s/o’s scent

Is controlled enough to get cheeky and try to turn the tides

Boy attracts a fair few Betas and Omegas himself and would always cheekily look over at his Alpha s/o almost as if to say “well what are you gonna do about it”

Like Oikawa this boy would rile up his s/o to see how far they can go before they snap

Boy plays innocent though and s/o aint having any of that

He doesnt deny that he likes having her in charge cause in his words

“It’s fucking hot”

I see his s/o as the one who gets jealous easily and try to ward away others who come near Kuroo cause they territorial like that

He thinks its cute tho and he can say that to their face

Always has that stupid smile on his face whenever their out on dates and someone so much as looks in Kuroo’s direction

He’d tell her laughingly to calm down while hugging them or draping an arm over their s/o in reassurance

Smugly thinks he’s “tamed the alpha”

No matter how much of a stray (cat) dog he is he’s only got the hots for s/o

Bokuto

Again i’d like to think of this boy as an alpha himself as well (if you don’t sense alpha energy radiating off of him then you gotta get some help)

He isn’t the typical alpha though

Unlike Iwaizumi though he wouldn’t head on challange his s/o moreover the boy actually kinda enjoys his s/o taking over the reigns

Loves it even

Not all the time though cause he still feels the need to take charge and remind his s/o not to get ahead of themselves since he’s an alpha male

I mean cmon the boy still has his pride and reputation to uphold

Kinda see him as this college jock

Ideally he would like his s/o to be confident, easygoing and demanding (someone who isn’t shy to voice out what they want)

He doesn’t want to take full dominance over his s/o but would never fail to take matters in his own hands when he needs too

The boy also likes feeling that his s/o can depend on him because that’s the way he is

He’s an alpha for pete’s sake

I’m sure s/o wouldn’t mind either since a dominating Bokuto is actually a sight to behold

I peg him as the type of guy who doesnt really care all about this all alpha, beta, omega label

but it doesnt mean that his instincts don’t kick in every now and then

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuuxreader #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu omegaverse #omegaverse #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #alpha reader #haikyuu requests #haikyuu x reader smut

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authorlaneblevins · 6 years ago

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The Conjurer

*This is a short story I wrote a very long time ago. Warning: some bad language and sexuality throughout. Enjoy!

“I, of the savage kingdom, will guide you to glory!” The sound of a Big Easy traffic jam punctures the steady scream of her words, a few of the syllables slipping out into the never-was. “ ‘Court not death by your erring way of life, nor draw to yourselves destruction by the works of your hands! Because into a soul that plots evil, wisdom enters not, nor dwells she in a body under debt of sin!’”

The hint of Russian singsong gives her away. I know her voice better than I know my own. They say that, no matter how early one is separated from one’s mother, the mind is imprinted with the sound of her voice and conditioned to hear it again; and while decades might pass without hearing it, the lost child could still detect the mother’s voice out of a tapestry of hundreds. Because it was the first sound, the first pitch and tone and coo to ever have existed. It was the sound on which all other sounds were based.

I’m sitting on the bench across the street, watching her, the only one watching her. Ilyena Tracy, still the magician; the way she moves her hands, pushing the air away with them, drawing people inward while keeping me confounded on this frayed bench, wondering how this could’ve happened.

Some small moments are nothing, they don’t snowball into the rest of your life. But some of them, they’re gods, they own you.

I imagine that, at one point, she lured crowds on the corner with her flailing Fascist body movements, jerks of her arms and a twist of her neck that mimicked cerebral palsy or spiritual ecstasy. Whenever she bellows the word “sinners,” her face sinks downward toward her neck, and small bubbles collect at the corners of her mouth.

I can’t stomach the battery-acid taste of the coffee anymore, and I hold the cup close to my face as if I’ve paused mid-sip, just to feel the steam siphoning through the lid. I tear confetti-sized pieces from the letter that Rita slipped into my pocket the last time I saw her. I’m waiting for my shift in telemarketing purgatory to start, in which I try to ignore the chorus of ringing, chatter, staplers, scribbling, and gnashing of teeth, and push our patented stain erasing formula.

This is my ritual: sit on the bench, mesmerized, my heart a rabid dog begging for the bullet. At work, I empty the letter-confetti from my pocket and forsake the names on the list, instead calling Rita, wanting to tell her, wanting for her to tell me what to do. For the past week I’ve only gotten her machine and her husband. I hang up, playing with the idea of asking her husband what he would do: he seems like the type that would know, with his voice calm and British asking me who’s there, who is this; talking quietly as if he’s in a glass room and he doesn’t want the walls to crash down on him. At this point, I’m usually lectured by my telepathic boss, always privy to when I’m not being productive.

Yes, I know I have a job to do, sir. Yes, I know that I’m not doing it.

Then, I study my reflection in the computer screen, trying to find a feature my mother would be sure to recognize, though so many have changed. A narrow nose broken in one of several foster homes. Glasses are no longer there to hide greenish eyes that bear the constant squint of non-trust, having been replaced by contacts.

The dimpled chin is the only thing that’s stayed the same. Is that enough to remember a son? Should I buy a pair of glasses?

I start writing a letter to my mother that I plan to slip in her Bible when she’s distracted by the Rapture. I mull over trivialities, whether or not my signature will exhibit my shaking hand. After work, I stand beside the bench, pinching my thigh in hopes of triggering a muscle spasm that might force me into my first step to her. I pay the cab fare in sweat-dampened singles, always pausing, everyday choosing inertia. On the ride home, I make the resolution that I’ll approach her tomorrow. I’ll get it over with tomorrow.

I sleep, impervious to the fact that I am a liar.

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I should’ve had her figured when I was six years old and realized, seemingly for the first time, that she had really, truly, actually named me Balthazar. After kindergarten giggles and with no middle name to fall back on, I told everyone to call me by my last name, Tracy—a fragmented version of the original Tratzinsky, cleaved in half somewhere on the Atlantic. For ten years we lived like gypsies. We stayed with her friends, friends of her friends, occasionally having to squat in an abandoned warehouse. I knew better than to complain. I had no voice. I was her baggage, her immigrant suitcase.

She preached differently, back then, gracefully performing tricks of prestidigitation, making things disappear—wallets, mostly. Every incredulous question of “How?” was answered with “Magic!” A firm believer that the world might end in twenty-five years, she called America a “savage kingdom,” place with too many machines and too many brands of detergent, place where people too easily loosened their grip on time.

She talked to me sometimes about Omsk, her home, about how she was the statue of fear to all the other women. In her youth, she was a breathy scandal of a girl, running around with nomads, traveling sideshow acts, literary fugitives and Trotskyites who had escaped the purges and lived in paranoid old age. Her very footsteps caused neighborhood elders to gasp and cross themselves: her tracks, they swore, were hooved.

She had a laugh that unsettled concrete, a devil-may-care that made onlookers think that if the devil did care about anything on this lonely dull planet, it was her. His Persephone. His awful queen.

I craved her stories, her Omsk, her random switches between English, Yiddish, Russian, as if she had three tongues housed by one mouth. I felt that the stories I heard at school were lackluster in comparison, always about little brothers or missing puppies. Never in those skinny illustrated books were there stories of black markets, or missile crises, or gypsy circuses where the Conjurer carried the Lone Torso on his back.

When I couldn’t sleep she’d wave me over to her. “Bad dream, boytchik? Here, take mine. I’ve dreamt this one before,” she’d say, putting her hand on my forehead and describing her bargained reverie to me so well that I saw it all for myself, could’ve dreamed of nothing else. And when I had horrible fevers, she used to remove my dingy glasses and place her hands against my eyes, applying the slightest pressure, invoking cold with her tiny palms. She would whisper to me, her breath in a flustered hurry, a mother’s hysteria, her words leading me to Siberia.

She had bad spells, too. Anxious days when she’d look at me as if wishing I might disappear. She would watch me intently as I ate her pungent food. And then she’d abruptly stop me from eating and scrub the food off of my plate like dead skin.

For ten years this is how we lived. On the fourth night of that year, she ushered me to sleep, her palms over my eyes as she kissed my forehead. I woke the next morning alone, a note on my pillow. “I’m sorry. I’ve stopped paying for this mistake of mine. I have to set you down, Balthazar, I can carry you no longer on my back.”

I cannot claim uniqueness in abandonment: the history of the act stretches back to the Alpha, to the foundation. Think of the Jews sold out by former friends, sniffed out of their hiding places and ritualistically unpersoned. Think of leftovers, discarded ideals, uncompleted revolutions, the Rosenberg’s, Charles Foster Kane. Think of Abraham’s son, Isaac, who feigned dignity under the knife when all he wanted was for his father to say “You are more to me than God. Run from here and live forever.”

Or a man quietly in love with a sadist, wanting to tell her that he didn’t mind how she wounded him, just as long as she would stay.

Think of a ten year-old boy in a warehouse left suddenly, irreversibly alone; a boy discovered two days later, hungry and dirty, by one of his mother’s Bohemian cab-driver friends, who dropped him off at the nearest police station without a “goodbye” or a “good luck.” A boy who will never know why.

After that day came too many homes, and never enough time in them to get comfortable. Fourteen placements in eight years, the same life lesson from all the pseudo-fathers: go to school, get a job, get a wife, get a house. Obtain more possessions than those smudgy glasses and the clothes on your back. Possessions are reality. Possessions are identity. I was whittled to fit this new consumer’s world, where living in a warehouse is generally frowned upon, sleight-of-hand is only a profession in Caesar’s Palace, and dreams are non-transferable.

Before the day she left, we had been each other’s world, a cult of two. It sutures, that kind of companionship. Without it, you have a hard time figuring out where the wound starts and where it ends.

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I’m fifteen minutes late for work. The boss told me yesterday that if I continue to be late and unproductive, I’m out. Still, I can’t stand up from this bench, opting instead to stare at her. “…For touch is the most demystifying of all senses, unlike sight, which is the most magical.” I tell myself that this explains everything that I am incapable of.

She slaps her hand against her ragged leather-bound Bible to emphasize a point, closing her eyes and chanting western prayers. I try to fathom a holy man skillful enough to have converted her from unstated paganism, a believer so pure and apotheosized that wherever he walked the blind cried “Messiah” and corpses sprung from their graves, coughing up dirt.

But preachers of this faith, they’re a realm away from the things my mother used to believe in. A woman like her would’ve been impenetrable to brainwashing. My best theories on her radical change involve lobotomies and Doppelgangers, or the rootless guilt she’d passed on to me.

I want her to know about my nightmare where in a room, exquisite red, we face each other, and she laughs at me, the sound bouncing from wall to wall. “In the old days, you know what they did to spineless boys like you when they were babies? The villagers saw one weakness, one defect and you were fed to the pigs.” She places her hands over my face, and when she pulls them away my eyes are viscous spider-eggs.

When I was young, I’d never had a bad dream. I’d pretended just so that I could steal hers. So she would tell me her sole parable one more time.

“I tell you story, boytchik, just this last time; the short version because I’m too tired for more. In village not too far from Omsk, the gypsy circus came once a year bringing always the sound of drums, and people would stop from their working so they could go to see it. It was a wonderful spectacle, a lady with two heads, a man with a face that has grown on his stomach with real eyes that blinked, a man with red fists that sprout from his shoulder-blades. And of course magicians and dare-devils and cannibals and fire-breathers and people with tremendous talents. One woman, she could fit herself in a shoebox. It’s true.

“The Conjurer was called this because he could beckon the dead and make them visible to all, he could make those that have vanished reappear, but he could never go to cemeteries because with all the dead begging from him his attention, he would never leave. He was quiet man, pale and thin and dressed always in black cloak and black felt-hat like peasants used to wear. And the Lone Torso, he was named because he was born without legs, but this was not an appropriate name since he still had arms that he could walk around on. He was a very gentle person, and the two became comrades.

“During all the travels, the Lone Torso was harnessed on the back of the Conjurer so that they could talk all the way, and so that the Lone Torso didn’t hurt his hands. They walked this way so often that they became fused together by their backs, from the cold. They wanted to fix it, but the medicine man said that their spines were no longer their own, and to become separate one would have to do without. This was just not possible, so they got used to the idea, and remained comrades, walking everywhere together.

“But then one day they were stranded from the group, and the Conjurer died. The Lone Torso had to haul both of their bodies with his arms. Nobody imagined he could make it, they underestimated his strength. His hands grew blistered from the road but still he pushed onward. Doing for his friend what his friend had done for him for so long…”

At this point in the story, I usually fell asleep; she so expanded on details unexplored in the previous telling that I never got to know what happened, how it ended. That was just like her. So I made up my own endings. Back then, I liked to believe that the Lone Torso absorbed the Conjurer into his body, assuaged the pain without ever losing his comrade. As a teenager, I hoped that the Torso found a carpenter who sawed the cadaver from his back, and he was then able to move without the crippling weight of his abandoner.

Now I imagine the most realistic of endings: the Lone Torso, arms shaking, giving in and falling to embrace the windswept earth for the final time, breathing the dust until his lungs were crushed and it was done.

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A pack of teenagers gathers near her corner, laughing and elbowing each other. The kids are dressed all in big black clothes, fishnet gloves, spiked collars. Goth kids, convinced that they took the class on suffering, have befriended the beast in their sixteen years of existence. I was like that when I was their age.

A fat kid with blisters of acne along his jaw is the one to move toward her. I lean forward, a vigilant watchdog, one hand still pulling at the shredded corners of Rita’s letter. I swallow cigarette smoke, watching my mother crossing him with her unbendable arm.

Would she do the same if I walked up to her, baptize me, bless me?

The kid’s shirt says “I’m not prejudiced, I hate everybody!” and I picture the forty other kids wearing the same shirt all over the city, thinking that absent words alone can generate your own statement, your middle finger to a world that is indifferent to middle fingers. He’s smirking at her, getting too close. He glances back at his friends for encouragement, their black-lined eyes glittering with laughter. His breath, it must stink of pot and sugar. Gripping the edge of the bench-seat, my chewed fingernails aching, I whisper “Please” in my head over and over, but I have no idea what it is I’m asking for.

“Hail Satan!” the kid says, raising his fist in the air.

She spouts psalms about the heretics and the nonbelievers. He laughs an obscenely girlish laugh, and slaps the Bible out of her hand. I stand, a reflex, my thumb twitching. I have that post-invasive-surgery feeling that I’ve read about, the mysterious and besetting ache of the violated body.

I imagine the Goth kid shoving her, her head cracking against the curb, the garnet trickle on the pavement; all the pain I’d let her go through just to be her savior, so that I could pick her up from the ground like Simon. I would quietly tell her in a flood of syllables that I can help her, she needs help, I’m sorry and I forgive, goodbye and goodbye, that I can carry her no longer on my back, that still, I push onward.

I picture her shaking off my help, pointing her finger at me and screaming wildly, seeing past my skin straight to the muddy heart.

But the kid backs away, laughing with his friends. “Go back to Germany, you old cunt!” he shouts.

Still standing, I seem to be having trouble producing saliva. This kid, this nothing, had the guts to approach her. Having no idea who she is, that’s how he managed it: because he didn’t know that this is a woman who had somehow broken out of an inescapable country. A woman who could paint a beautiful world for you, and trick you into becoming Atlas.

˟˟˟˟˟

This is important. This is the catalyst. This is the prologue spewed by her God, who has stopped concerning Himself with linearity.

I was with Rita the night my car pulled its disappearing act. She’d called me at work, set up the usual time and place. Her name wasn’t really Rita, I just called her that because she was a meter-maid. I’d seen the grin on her face when she scribbled the violation and the cost in her little leather booklet, bearing down so hard on her pen that the indentation left sort-of words on five carbon copies. She was a parking ticket sadist.

Rita often voiced how she wished our year-long arrangement was legitimate, so she could tell the story of how we met to strangers. It was a hot August day, a brownout. Due to the jadedness I’d gained in telemarketing purgatory, I visited the Woodward, Wight, and Co. warehouse that used to be home to me. But it looked the same, the glass and concrete and slats of light. There was no magic to be found, only half-empty cans of beer and heroin spoons. I smoked a cigarette, singeing the edges of the letter my mother left on my pillow with the lighter, naively thinking this was my moment of release.

When I left the warehouse I saw Rita leaning against my car, gripping her ticket book and staring at the meter. Waiting for the time to run up. She watched so tensely, hunched forward, like one of those students in art school scrutinizing a nude model.

I saw her right then: a woman who served the great god of Time, she would never let a moment circle the drain. Her every word meaningful when so many of mine, vague and unheard, were milled under the slightest wind. Life, to her, was too short for a job you hated, regrets, procrastination, one lover. Sleep was an unnecessary diversion. The world might end in five years.

Underneath her glacial civil servant surface lay a closet-genius; a concert pianist by fifteen, enrolled at Lafayette by sixteen, where she studied everything indiscriminately. She knew two other languages, spoke them fluently. And then she suddenly dropped it all for this mediocrity, renouncing all her frightening potential. She never told me why.

Rita had been married to some insurance salesman for two years; I had the slightest feeling this career she gave him was a calumny or a metaphor of some sort, she said it like it was a private joke. She liked to fuck with her wedding ring on. She constantly smelled of lemony wood polish, her hands forever smudged with ink. She looked like Grace Kelly’s evil twin, only brunette and with dark gray eyes. Her favorite phrase was “As I do to you, so do I to me.” Her status as proud atheist was challenged nightly when she called out to Jesus during sex; I’d never heard his name sound so sweet, so full, than the way it sounded in her voice.

She became docile before sleep, self-exposing, expressing thoughts so eloquently I couldn’t tell the difference between her words and the memorized quotes of long-dead lyricists. I told her about the Conjurer, the story without an ending. She confided in me her dreams of escaping the human zoo, becoming a recluse or a migrant or both, shedding her skin, her marriage, her vices.

Yet another prone to flight. My life filled with Houdini’s.

Rita picked the worst places on Old Gentilly to meet, places with neon signs boasting color-TVs that never worked; places with heart-shaped beds in which we were the tender arrows digging ever deep, pushing toward an exit-wound. She said that, statistically speaking, men who cheat on their wives go all out in lavish hotels, expensive restaurants, maxing out credit cards on lingerie for their mistresses. Women, on the other hand, tend to do the opposite. Slumming it. Loving the fuck even more for its taste of dirt.

Afterwards, I lay on top of her, doling out puffs of cigarette, holding it just far enough so that she had to strain her neck to take a drag. Maraschino light came in from the window, it pulled all her thorns out. She strove for the cigarette, breathed it in, held it between her dry lips.

I knew that what she felt for me was amusement, at most. Our connection could best be described as a volute, an exchange of power that coiled downward until we were both left without. It was a shocking thing to discover: that she was what I’d been looking for, the romanticized destroyer.

I put my hands over her eyes, feeling the moth-like flutter of her eyelashes.

“You should leave him. Leave the city with me.” I took my hands away from her eyes, feeling the burn of her incredulous stare.

She paused, then slowly, intentionally blew smoke in my face. She so expertly recovered all her thorns, I had to smile.

“Let’s not get poetic or anything.” A typical rejection, it meant she was far from sleep. “You say it, but you’d never leave.”

“You don’t think I could leave? Why not?”

“Unfinished business, maybe; or a talent for misery. Something you’re attached to. All the same, it’s a dreadful city, Tracy. It suits you.”

“Why haven’t you left?”

“It suits me, too. Besides, Phillip’s going places with his life.”

“I’m going places.”

“Phillip’s going good places.”

I stared at her for a second, waiting for the sting to dull before I got up to leave. I couldn’t stand the stink of the room, like Pinesol and gunpowder, the grimy red neon turning everything into doomsday. And the sounds of our temporary neighbors. All the pilgrims in other rooms screaming for that brusque high, that scavenging cock, all the pilgrims curled up in bed dreaming up Mecca.

The dusty spider legs in dresser drawers clinging to Gideon’s Bible. Motels, motels, never any home.

She talked while I got dressed, gripping the complimentary motel pen tight in her fist as she smiled. “Come on, Tracy, come lay back down, don’t throw a hissy.”

“I’m not. I’ve just gotta go,” I said, pulling on one boot, then the other. She lit a cigarette and waved the match until it curled up, bent its head, a gray shamed child.

I opened the motel room door. Lo and behold. All the energy spilled out of my body at once. A man with a black coat and a satchel on his back was strolling through the white lines of the parking-space where my car once waited.

And the new concrete world established its strictest law to me: don’t get attached to anything, son, if you gained it you’ll lose it someday. Just you wait.

“What are you standing there for? Is this a pivotal moment where you make some life-changing decision?” Rita asked with a nasty little laugh.

“No. My car’s gone.” I looked back at her, numb. She furrowed her brows and waited for the “Just kidding,” but it didn’t come.

“Well. Huh.”

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The next day I took the streetcar to work for the first time ever, the taste of Rita a film on the roof of my mouth. Across from me a woman bounced her lemur-eyed baby on her knee. The old man beside me waved at the baby, made silly faces.

After reaching my stop in Downtown, I walked along the pavement on a stretch of O’Keefe I’d never walked before, brushing past workers and businessmen who seldom looked up. Someone was whistling. Everyone chatted on their cell phones. And somewhere in that latticework, a familiar voice. A phrase I’d only heard her use. “America, the savage kingdom…”

Realization fell down my spine, like a body crashing through water, the slow sink once the surface was breached. My brain a knot of electricity, I told myself to run, but it seemed to take whole minutes for my legs to receive the message. Then, once I was moving, there was no clarity of thought, just jumbled noise in my head, sounds without source or meaning. Animal sounds, industrial drones, the chant of “Please.” Hope and hell and motion. I drafted new endings for the parable: the Conjurer suddenly waking from a skein of beautiful dreams, the Lone Torso relieved of his bleak loneliness. Carried, defined, once more. The weight fading in the descending night.

My limbs were pushing through the crowd without any real instruction, pushing me against the current. And then the sea parted and I saw her, in a black frock, surrounded by candles, a great nuclear fallout come down on this city. Every incredulous question of “How?” now answered with “Jesus!”

She was across the street, on her knees, her hands pressed together in shouted prayer. She looked so old, nothing like how I remembered her. She had the face of a shrinking rose, dry and curled around the edges. Slender, bird-like shoulders. Eyes like a jack-o-lantern’s, scooped out and empty. Her silvery hair butchered. This was not her, this woman with her eyes blinking at the sun. My mother knelt for no one.

How little I knew her, how much of myself that had been lost in the transition, new weight that I couldn’t take. The Lone Torso, lugging the Conjurer and a cross on top of that.

Drained. My breath a ragged joke, my throat like stretched leather. Wanting nothing more than to fucking scream, I sat on a bench. I haven’t gone farther than that.

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I’m an hour late for work. I smoke a cigarette on the bench, not caring what time I show up. The new world has collapsed. I can’t sit through that purgatory anymore, selling a product that erases stains, all the while wishing I could take long harsh swigs of it to cleanse or to kill, if there is any difference.

I feel the corners of Rita’s note in my pocket rubbing against my leg. I pull it out of my pocket, resisting the urge to tear a piece away, and unfold the surviving paper. After my week of picking at it like a scab, all that’s left are the last few lines: “Goodbye is for funerals, yet I have thought it every time I saw you. What you fail to realize is that there is not one of us without a corpse on our backs, and only the weakest of us need some third party to remove it. The strong can be their own carpenters, they are the ones who push unremittingly and let it decompose and turn to dust, as all things do. For your sake, I hope that it does. P.S. Sorry about your car.”

Because the god of Time can be vengeful. Because I’m tired, my own weight is enough. Because the world is in a constant state of ending, I flick my cigarette out toward the street and stand on quietly shivering knees. I suck in a deep, lightheaded breath, relaxing my clenched jaw like an animal letting go. I brush past strangers. Her voice grows closer. My head feels staticky, like I’m dreaming a dream I stole from her.

My feet are warmed by the vicinity of her candles of all the futile saints. She shouts after discreet prostitutes a corner away. “‘Depart from her, my people, so as not to take part in her sins and receive a share in her plagues’—”

She glances at me for a second, her eyes squinting until they’re beady and hawkish. I half expect her to single me out as supreme Blasphemer, Beelzebub, Judas. But her eyes, the master copy of my own, stare with the faint recognition usually reserved for strangers who frequent the same grocery store, who offer that pleasant, noncommittal smile and don’t say a word, and keep pushing their carts down the aisle.

She turns away from me, shouting her verses. “‘Depart from her…For her sins are piled up to the sky and God remembers her crimes.’”

There is only one ending: the Torso does not stop crawling. He pushes onward, alone, toward some unknowable dot at the belt of the horizon. As he crawls, the Conjurer is slowly erased, picked up by the wind, disseminated like seeds. The corpse breaks down, back to the elements, to the dirt of it all, and a stain of gray atoms that will trail the Torso wherever he goes marks the long passage to Omega. This is how she would have told it. This is what she would have wanted me to know.

She pauses in the middle of a verse, some further slander against Babylon. I can see the twitch in the back of her neck as she finally realizes, as the weight settles. She is silent and stiffened. Her fingers tighten around the Bible’s throat, as she grabs at a deep and stuttered inhale with her mouth open. I see her slowly start to turn her head.

She will not turn around before I do. She will not follow as I walk away.

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midnightghostwriter · 7 years ago

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dance break ( E )

↬ summary: what happens when you decide to sit in on your boyfriend's dance practice.

↬ genre: smut. that's it.

↬ pairing: yoo kihyun x reader

↬ word count: 2.5k

a/n: i'm a sinner and it was after 2am, i have no excuse for this

Lip clenched between your teeth and posture rigid, it took everything in you to keep control of yourself as you watched your boyfriend and his six other band mates go through another round of their newest choreography. It was bad enough that the dance itself had the perfect amount of semi-indecent hip movements and other moves that would have all the fangirls fainting, but even worse that you'd been subjected to them more than your fair share as they practiced. True, you could've left already and come back later, but then how could you keep claim to your title as Supportive Girlfriend?

All this, unfortunately, meant you were stuck watching as the boys dipped, whirled and rolled their way through the dance several more times before a break was called, and you had to fight a losing battle against your rampant libido. The second the music cut off, there was a unanimous groan, and then seven sweaty bodies began to drift towards bottles of water and the practice room doors seeking relief from their exertion. One among them, however, made its way to you instead, a hand moving up to shove sweat-drenched locks away from his forehead.

“Hey! Thanks for coming to see our practice.” Despite practically dripping with sweat and still working to catch his breath, Kihyun’s smile was genuine as he came to sit beside you. You handed him the water bottle you'd been guarding and he took a few swigs gratefully as you watched, trying to ignore the line of his throat as he gulped it down.

“Of course. You know I'm always happy to come support my favorite boys.” You kept your tone light even as he swapped the bottle for a towel you offered him, and began to carefully dab at his face and neck. If there was one thing to be said about Yoo Kihyun it was that he certainly knew how to take care of himself. When he was satisfied, he leaned over to drop the towel on the floor next to you, pressing a kiss to your temple as he pulled back.

“My girlfriend is the best,” he quipped, looking absurdly proud of this fact. You shoved his shoulder in embarrassment, glad none of the guys seemed to pay you two any mind.

“My boyfriend's a dork,” you shot back, earning a shove in return that had you giggling as you attempted to dodge his attack. Though he was among the shortest in the group, he still had several inches on you, and was able to easily capture your rambunctious hands, trapping them against his chest so you couldn't retaliate. With your palms flat beneath his, you were forced to lean closer so as not to strain your arms too much, and you could feel just how heated the practice had made his skin. The warmth and closeness made your own skin flush, the hint of the earlier flame that had sparked in you while watching him reared its head. Biting your lip again, you tilted your head innocently as you asked, “How long is your break?”

“We've been at it since this morning so this break will probably be a bit longer… Why? Do you wanna go get something to eat?” For all his charms and flirty airs with fans, sometimes your boyfriend was adorably naive. Not interested in spelling out what you wanted with words, you gently slid your hands out from under his, following the lines of his body over his shirt. Down, down, until your hands passed from cotton to denim, and rested just below his hips. You let them linger there, shifting to use his thighs as leverage so you could lean up, body hovering over his as your lips met his ear.

“I'm not exactly hungry for lunch, jagi,” you whispered, pulling back just far enough to slide your lips across his cheek, stopping shy of his own so you could look him in the eye. You were pleasantly surprised to see his expression had darkened, pupils blown wide as he stared back.

“Is that so?” He leaned forward a few centimeters, bringing you two even closer together but still not quite allowing either of you to make contact aside from your heated palms still hovering on his thighs. You nodded and hummed an agreement, one hand dropping off his leg to grab his where it rested on the practice room floor.

“Yeah. It is.”

His fingers wrapped around yours, and then he was pulling you to standing with him. Wasting no further time, he tugged you along out the doors of the practice room, and into one of the empty vocal training rooms. You heard the snap of the lock more than you saw Kihyun lock it, only really able to make out his dim outline in the semi-darkness since neither of you had hit the light switch. You squeaked in surprise when his hands grabbed your hips, pinning you to the door, but offered no other complaints when his mouth finally met yours. Almost on instinct your arms draped across his neck, fingers winding into the dark strands at the back of his head.

When he finally let you pull way your lungs were burning and your lips were swollen. But your only respite was not having his lips on yours, it seemed, as Kihyun barely paused for a moment before his mouth traveled down your throat to the dip of your collar bones, leaving a nip on your pulse point along the way. At the same time, his knee found its place between your own, shoving them apart to press against your lower half through your jeans, a low groan sounding in your throat at the contact. You could've sworn you felt him smirk against your skin.

His lips focused on marking the skin around your neck and chest while his hands drifted up from your hips to your shoulders, urging your sweatshirt to slide from your shoulders. When you'd shrugged the garment off, his fingers slid along your newly exposed skin to lift the hem of your tank top. He pulled away just long enough for you to yank it off, and to your surprise he followed it with your bra a second later. Apparently this was not going to be a slow love-making session.

A sound almost like a growl escaped him, but his hands and lips were on you again before you could say anything. While his mouth worked a new bruise into the tender skin near your left ear and his hands slid across your stomach to grasp your breasts, he pushed his knee up against your clothed core, making you groan as the contact rubbed against the growing ache between your legs.

“Still hungry, baby? Or are you gonna be greedy?” Rather than try to form words from the breathy moans escaping you as his hands massaged your tits rather aggressively, you lowered yourself onto his thigh. Thank god, you thought deliriously, the boys had decided on a mock dress rehearsal today, meaning Kihyun had worn those sinful jeans of his, slashed in such a way that rather than meeting another layer of denim, your growing need came into direct contact with the heat of his skin. Your moan this time was drawn out, almost a sob of his name. Then he started moving beneath you and words became impossible.

For a few minutes you left your arms wrapped loosely around his shoulders, head tilted back against the door as your eyes had long since slammed shut as you lost yourself to the slowly building pleasure oozing its way through your body. Kihyun's hands had moved to your hips to help move you against him, eyes fixated on the pleasured twist of your features.

“Feel good?” He whispered and you did your best to nod.

“S-so good,” you managed to groan and he smirked, then stopped, forcibly halting the rutting of your hips against him.

“I have a better idea.” You didn't get to ask for details before his fingers had moved to the high-waisted triple button on your pants. He made swift work of them, then your zipper, before sliding his hand inside. The slick arousal his teasing had worked up in you met his curious fingers and he smirked. “So wet already and we've just gotten started. You must be really wound up, babe.”

“Kihyun,” you whined, one hand reaching up to tug on his hair, “please, don't be an asshole.” He snorted.

“I think you know me better than that.” Once again there was no room for you to retort before he was tugging both your pants and underwear down, down, until you could kick them off yourself.

Feeling it unfair that you were the only one so exposed, you slid your hands to the hem of his shirt, tugging insistently until he grabbed it from you to pull the garment off. You moved the fingers of your other hand deliciously slow from his neck, feeling him shiver when your nails slowly traced the planes of his skin until you reached his waistband. He tensed beneath you, expectant. Except you skipped the obvious path to removing his jeans, instead reaching further down, and dipping your hands into the obscene tears in the denim that left large swathes of his skin exposed. Your raked your nails along what they could reach, and you relished in the way he hissed and released several shuddering breaths above you before grabbing your wrists to halt the motions.

“You're evil,” he gasped, and you smirked.

“Says the guy who made me ride his thigh for like five minutes, half naked, while all he did was watch. You're not the only one who knows how to tease, Kihyunnie.” His grip on your left wrist tightened, and a second later it was pinned up by your head as he leaned in to bite your ear.

“Fine, you want more? I'll give you more,” he growled. With his other hand, he hurried to shove his jeans and boxers out of the way, you watching with interest as his length came free with the action. You heard the sound of tearing foil and watched a second later as the latex rolled its way down his shaft. Who would've ever thought even just putting on a condom could be sexy? But maybe it was the dark, focused expression on his face, so similar to one you saw when he was performing, that had you soaked with the need to have him in you, and soon.

Finally he looked up at you, eyes locked on yours as he reached between your legs, feeling for himself just how badly you wanted him. He didn't look away as he groaned at the slick feeling of his fingers sliding across your folds, teasing you again with just the barest hint of what was to come. He found your clit, pressing his thumb against the nub and rubbing circles to watch your face crumple and breath hitch with the motion, only stopping when you had started panting between moans and began thrusting your hips closer to him.

“Are you ready?” He asked, and you practically snarled, tired of his taunting.

“What do you think?” Kihyun chuckled.

“I think someone needs to ask more nicely before I can help her.” You grumbled but complied.

“Please, please Kihyun just fuck me already,” you pleaded. His expression only turned contemplative and you whined, reaching down to wrap your fingers around him, making him grunt in surprise. “C’mon, baby, please?” He shoved your hand away from him, then leaned forward again, caging you against the wall.

“With pleasure.” Then he was lining himself up and, when you had nodded again, thrust into you. The chorus of your moans was almost song worthy as the two of you basked in the feeling of him being inside you.

“God, you feel so good,” he finally managed after a few moments, voice strained. You whimpered, hands moving to clutch at his shoulders.

“Kihyun,” you whispered, “move? Please?” He nodded, beginning to slowly piston his hips, feeling your walls clench around him with every movement. You let your head fall back with a long moan, pleasure warming every nerve in your body and starting to puddle in the center of your being.

It didn't take long for his motions to speed up, your stream of moans and other sounds spurring him on towards his own end. The two of you hadn't had much time alone like this lately, so he could already feel himself getting carried away in the moment. Your nails dug into his shoulders and your head dropped to his chest, whimpers of his name picking up speed along with his thrusts.

“K-Kihyun, I'm-”

“Are you close baby?” You nodded against him, a small gasp escaping you as he twisted his hips and hit your spot. “Are you gonna cum for me?”

Any verbal answer you could've given was cut off as he drove his hips against yours once, twice, and then the coil in you snapped, and your breathing stuttered to a stop as the heat overwhelmed your senses. You were vaguely aware of Kihyun chasing his own end beneath you as you came, but couldn't loosen your body to help him. Luckily he didn't need it, finding his climax moments later with a drawn-out groan, before he slumped, barely managing to keep both of you from tumbling to the floor.

When he'd recovered, he helped you gently to stand, gathering your clothes so the two of you could get dressed. Properly attired, you sighed and wrapped your arms around his waist, burying your face in his shirt.

“I wish you didn't have to go back to practice,” you told the cotton and he sighed, arms locking you against him and chin settling on your head.

“I know. But the sooner we get this down, the sooner I can come see you,” he promised. A pause. “You're welcome to stay, too. I know the other guys won't mind having you around.” You pulled back to shake your head, a smile hovering at the corners of your lips.

“No, I should go. I have to work to do too, and if you're going to keep wearing those,” you nodded at his pants, “there's no guarantee I won't try to jump you again, even with everyone there.” He smirked down at you, and you rolled your eyes. Silly boy and his easily inflated ego.

“That could be fun,” he taunted and you smacked his chest. “I was joking!”

“Uh huh,” you deadpanned, disbelieving. He scoffed and pretended to push you away as he moved to open the door.

“Jeez, when did I get such a sassy girlfriend?”

“I've always been sassy, just like you've always been a closet freak,” you retorted as you followed him out. Your footsteps halted in the hallway, mirth disappearing at the notion of saying goodbye. Kihyun ran one hand down the side of your face, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips. The concern and affection in his gaze when he pulled back made your stomach flip and your heart squeeze.

“Let me know when you get home, okay?”

“I will. Call me later?”

“I will.” Another kiss, this time to your forehead. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” you answered softly. Then he turned and disappeared into the practice room, leaving you to mourn your missing boyfriend and his stupid, sinful pants.

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petitprincess1 · 5 years ago

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What Say You?

Chapter two to A Banger Party (Charlastor, Varlie/Chaggie)

Summary: After helping with cleaning up last night's mess, Charlie and Vaggie end up running into Alastor, who has an interesting proposal.

Words: 1,167

Warnings: Small gore, nothing that detailed.

Still pretty sick. Sorry for typos/errors. This is so much fun to write.

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The next day came rough for the employees/attendants of the hotel. It either was comprised of them staying up the whole night scraping off body parts or guts off of the wall or kicking people outside of the hotel for staying, despite not living there. Vaggie was quick to dispose of any hangover sinner with brute force or Alastor simply opened up an abyss beneath them, somehow not sucking anything else into that black hole. When asked they were going, Al simply said that it was land filled with popsicles and dreams...said in the most smartass way possible.

Husk had picked up Niffty from the bar after having a literal sip of a vodka cranberry and took her to a room nearby, saying that he needed silence to work off his hangover. He acted as much as an ass as he always did. No one, except for Al, could tell a difference.

As Vaggie scrapped what looked to be a face off of a wall, she looked towards Charlie, who was getting helped- more like “supervised” -by Angel Dust with moving a few guests to their bedroom. She went over to the princess of Hell, putting the arm of an unconscious guest over her shoulder, and carried the sinner upstairs with Charlie. She asked, “Where did you disappear off to? I couldn’t find you for the remainder of the night. I was...really worried.”

She mumbled the last bit, looking down at the floor concernedly. Charlie gave her moth a gentle smile and reassured, “Well, as you can see, I’m fine. I just...needed some time alone, that’s all.”

“I...nevermind.”

“No, please. What’s wrong, Vaggie? You know you can talk to me,” the demon princess encouraged her to speak, sounding worried as well. Vaggie bit her lip and sighed, “I...I also got worried because Alastor...disappeared too. I thought...I just...you know, I-”

The sinner stopped when she suddenly felt arms wrap around her and a pretty hard thud, coming from the guest falling to the floor. Charlie gave a small sigh and pulled away, looking into her eyes, “I understand, Vaggie. Alastor is a….wild card to put it in the most simplest of terms, but there still isn’t anything that I can’t handle! I am daughter to Lucifer and Lilith, after all.” Vaggie nodded, giving her a small smile, but clearly still not convinced by her words. However, she didn’t voice anything else as she just picked up the guest, saying, “Yeah…let’s get this one to their room, okay?”

Charlie pouted at her not speaking more, but did pick the sinner back up. As they neared the bedroom, the moth demon eventually spoke up and asked, “Although! ...If you see Alastor again, just...make sure it’s in an open room or with others around, okay?”

The demon princess nodded, opening up the door, “Yes, of course, I would never make you feel panicked aga-”

“Why, hello there!” The two quickly dropped the sinner and Vaggie was quick to turn to the static voice with a snarl. Alastor sitting at a table with tea and cookies. He gestured to the two chairs and grinned, “Care to join~?”

Vaggie huffed as she kicked the sinner into the room and grabbed Charlie’s hand, snapping, “Nope!”

The sinner turned to leave out the room, only to suddenly bump into the table that Alastor was at, while Charlie was already sitting at the table with a cookie and teacup in hand. Al’s eyes glowed as he chuckled at her shocked reaction, “Please, I insist. Also,” he snapped his fingers and the guest fell into a growling abyss below them, “wrong room. I’m afraid.”

Vaggie huffed at him and went to Charlie’s side, standing next to her with her arms crossed as if she were her bodyguard. The radio demon, of course, just kept his amused smile on his face. Charlie placed down her cup and cookie, asking, “What do you wish to see us for?”

Alastor replied, “Mes maîtresses délicieusement sombres, I think it’s quite obvious. What is your next big plan? New Years is coming up, which means we are coming closer and closer to yet another extermination! More souls dying before even knowing the slightest whiff of redemption. It just breaks my decayed heart!”

The demon princess was about to speak, but Vaggie slammed her hand on the table. She huffed, summoning out her spear, “Get to the point or else I’ll-”

Alastor snatched the spear with a shadow tentacle quite easily took away from her. He then tsked her, waggling his finger at her like a parent to a child, “Now, now. No need for such violence. This is just a meeting between managers and their stooge, after all. However, if you wish for me to get to my point,” he tapped the end of the spear and it turned into sand, “then I suppose I shall!”

Alastor explained, making a small parade float appear, “Now, most sinners know of parades, festivals, and market that appear during such whimsical times of the year, so I believe that Hell should capitalize on an event. While not many care for such merriment in this abysmal cesspool, it definitely would bring quite an attraction to this hotel, don’t you think? Sinners no doubt would love to come to the hotel that had the most discordant party this year!”

Vaggie muttered, “You mean the party that you destroyed?”

Charlie quickled added in, “Uh, Alastor said that all he had done was switch the alcohol, everything else was smuggled in.”

“Alastor can say whatever the hell he wants, doesn’t mean I’m gonna...wait. How did you-” the moth demon got interrupted by Alastor clearing his throat, making Charlie silently breathe a sigh of relief. She had forgotten that she didn’t exactly say that she met with Al when she disappeared. The radio demon spoke up, “Yes, I had not done anything else to the party. Like I told the sweetheart here, I am an agent of chaos, but I will not simply hand people a map down their own path to self-destruction. Watching them get into snags and get the slightest glint of hope that quickly snuffed out is much more rewarding.”

The demon princess chuckled a bit nervously and said, “Uh, so, yeah. Y-You’re proposition?”

Al nodded, “Yes, yes, I wish to create a small marketplace for this New Year, endorsing and several other brands that I have made deals with. Just to knock out several birds with one boulder, so to speak! However, I must have full and complete control of the event. What happened with the Christmas part will not happen again!”

Vaggie scoffed, giving a bitter laugh, “Ha! Yeah, ain’t gonna-”

“Pardon me, moth, but I don’t believe I was talking to you,” his eyes slowly drifted over to Charlie, who immediately got a chill up her spine at the red glow. He purred to her, sipping his tea, “What say you, princess?”

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Nina

Nikolina Bronova Mori, professionally known as Nina (also stylized as NINΛ), is an american and naturalized bulgarian and japanese singer-songwriter, composer, multi-instrumentalist, dancer, choreographer and actress under Columbia Records. She is amongst a small group of entertainers who have been honored with an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony Award. Nina holds the record for the artist with the most singles to top the Billboard Hot 100. She is also amongst one of the few artists to have all albums debut at the top of the Billboard 200 Album Chart.

Profile

Full name: Nikolina Bronova Mori (николина бронова 森). Birth date: December 7th 1998 (19). Birth place: Houston, Texas. Zodiac sign: Sagittarius. Chinese zodiac sign: Earth tiger. Height: 1.68cm. Weight: 52kg. Blood type: O. Voice type: Soprano. Vocal analysis: Great Vocalist and Star. Nicknames: Million Dollar Smile, Queen B, Songbird Supreme and The Voice.

Early life

Nikolina was born in Houston, Texas, the daughter of a bulgarian lawyer and a japanese farmer. She lived in the United States until the age of seven, when she moved with her mother and younger sister to Sofía, Bulgaria, following her parent’s divorce. From the early age of five, she wanted to become a singer, and took various musical classes throughout her early years. After posting music covers on YouTube, she was discovered by a representative of Columbia Records and signed to the label shortly after flying to the United States.

Physical appearance

Black and straight hair. Green eyes. Fair skin. Curvy. Dimples. One piercings on her left ear and two on her right ear. One tattoo on her left hand (henna design), one tattoo on her left ribcage (written “to the stars to the moon”) and one tattoo on her right shoulder (japanese writing of “Mori”).

Personality

Positive traits: Adventurous, brave, broad-minded, charming, compassionate, competitive, creative, determined, diplomatic, faithful, freedom-loving, friendly, good-humored, honest, humanitarian, independent, intellectual, intuitive, jovial, loyal, magnetic, modest, optimistic, philosophical, realistic, self-confident, sensitive, sympathetic, warmhearted and well-liked. Negative traits: Compulsive, greedy, escapist, idealistic, irritable, obsessive, resentful, restless, selfish and a worrier.

She is known for being very nice to her fans. Many of them report being well treated by her whenever they meet.

Vocals

Critic Of Music

Vocal type: Spinto-soprano. Positives: Legendary interpretive wit, thanks to incredible knowledge of musical phrasing and vocal pedagogy. A defining, trademarked voice. Incredible breath support, showing no signs of fatigue and carrying extensive legato passages with ease. Incredible utilization of dynamics, using all volumes from fortissimo to pianissimo and everything in between to craft incredible phrases. Great control of her passagio and incredibly balanced instrument. Powerful, resonant belts that are mixed with head voice, that are well-supported and healthy, projecting massive resonance with ease. A master of breath support. Able to rapid fire mid and upper belts. Her low notes are also well supported, dark and full. The head voice is resonant and piercing, full and fluid. Her vibrato is well developed and rolling, and can be executed with ease. Her timbre is velvety and luscious and makes for a perfect midrange. She is also able to sing complex melisma in all registers, with every register well connected. Her falsetto is light and sweet. She also has unparalleled register transitions, switching from chest to head, head to whistle, and even chest to whistle without as much of a pause. Pitch perfect in 99% of performances. Technically, a brilliant singer. Negatives: Occasionally raises her larynx in upper-belts.

Albums and singles

Yours Truly (2015) Break Free How I Want Ya (ft. Jordan Fisher) Into You One Last Time Problem (ft. Big Sean) The Way

Writing’s On The Wall (2016) Bills, Bills, Bills Bootylicious Check On It (ft. Travis Scott) Independent Women Love Me Harder (ft. The Weeknd) Say My Name

Vivid (2017) All I Want For Christmas Emotions I Wanna Dance With Somebody Love On Top Physical The Way

Revival (2018) Best Thing I Never Had Crazy In Love (ft. Andre 3000) Halo If I Were A Boy Single Ladies Too Little Too Late

Lemonade (2019) Can’t Feel My Face Diamonds How Can I Ease The Pain Let’s Groove September Sexual Healing

Fever (2020) Bad Liar Dangerous Woman Do I Wanna Know? Psycho Killer Take Me To Church Wild Thoughts

Portrait (2022) Back To Black Chandelier Drunk In Love Love On The Brain Stone Cold Un-Break My Heart

Who I Am (2025) Because Of You Bleeding Love Fallin’ If I Ain’t Got You Million Reasons No One

Spirit (2028) Hello Rolling In The Deep Send My Love Set Fire To The Rain Someone Like You

Time (2030) Can’t Make You Love Me I Have Nothing I Look To You I Will Always Love You When We Were Young

How Does That Grab You? (2032) Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Dust In The Wind Every Breath You Take Killing Me Softly The Sound Of Silence

Katerina (2035) Bohemian Rhapsody Come Together I Want To Break Free Sign Of The Times Somebody To Love We Are The Champions

Waiting To Exhale (2038) Always On My Mind Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood Hurt The Blower’s Daughter Wonderwall

The Diary Of Nina (2040) Can’t Help Falling In Love From This Moment On Here Comes The Sun Loving You Yesterday You’re Still The One

Glassheart (2042) A Change Is Gonna Come All The Man I Need Cruisin’ Greatest Love Of All Let’s Stay Together Say A Little Prayer

Bird Of Happiness (2045) Dreamlover Hero Love Takes Time Someday Vision Of Love We Belong Together

Listen To My Blues (2050) At Last Feeling Good I Put A Spell On You Respect Something’s Got A Hold On Me This Is A Man’s World

Albums and non-title tracks

Yours Truly (2015) Bad Decisions Be My Baby Fools Gone And Found Greedy Higher How To Be A Heartbreaker I Don’t Care Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart Let Me Love You Never Wanna Know No Tears Left To Cry Only One Right There (ft. Alan Love) Sometimes Tattooed Heart Touch (ft. Canvas) Touch Me Wild You’ll Never Know

Writing’s On The Wall (2016) 10-20-40 Be Alright Closer Cyber Stockholm Syndrome Dummy Head Ego Fantasy (ft. Amber Liu) For Him Emotion Glow Honeymoon Avenue Let’s Get Lost Making The Most Of The Night Night By Night Nostalgia Paper Heart Pilgrim Something About Us (ft. Daft Punk) Style Tears Wildest Dreams

Vivid (2017) All That Baby, I Body Language Boy Problems Calling All My Lovelies Can’t Sleep Love Come Alive (ft. Toro Y Moi) Cry Dust Is Gone Finesse First Time Gimme Love Hard To Say No I Didn’t Just Come Here To Dance Maiden Run Away With Me Say You’ll Be There Store The One Too Good To Say Goodbye Your Type

Revival (2018) Countdown Gave It Away Grown Woman If I Ever Fall In Love (ft. Janelle Monáe) Jumping Jumping Knew Better Listen No Mythologies To Follow Oh No! Pretty Hurts Primadonna Girl Red In The Grey Ridin’ (ft. A$AP Rocky) Rose Gold Schoolin’ Life Slow Love Survivor Ugly West Coast XXX 88 (ft. Diplo) You Don’t Know Me

Lemonade (2019) 6 Inch (ft. The Weeknd) Adorn After The Love Has Gone A Lonely Night Broken Clocks Coffee Emotion Every Kind Of Way (ft. Wale) Falling For You Feeling Myself (ft. Cardi B) Fetish (ft. Schoolboy Q) Fire Rides Heart Less How Long In Your Bed Love Drought Lovely (ft. Khalid) Ocean Eyes Perfect Serial Killer Simple Things Somebody Else Super Rich Kids Thinking About You

Fever (2020) After The Storm (ft. Bootsy Collins and Tyler, The Creator) Are You Satisfied? Baby Boy Birth In Reverse Black Sheep Cupid’s Chokehold Empty Nesters Forrest Gump I Wanna Be Yours Miracle Alligner Nicest Thing One For The Road Passionfruit Puppet Love Redbone Run Baby Run Self Control Someone New Strange Mercy To Be Alone When You Were Young Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? Yeah Right Your Teeth In My Neck Zombie

Portrait (2022) Belly Ache Betsy On The Roof Bored Broken Clocks Cake Copycat Drowning Eyes On Fire Hostage I Don’t Wanna Be You Anymore If These Walls Could Talk Liability Love Is A Losing Game My Boy Reality Russian Roulette Talk Me Down Tears Dry On Their Own Teen Idle Tunnel Vision (ft. Shamir) Until We Bleed Use Me You Don’t Do It For Me Anymore You Know I’m No Good

Who I Am (2025) Almost Is Never Enough As Long As You Love Me Bad Religion Cannonball Crave You Draw Your Swords Every Little Thing He Does Is Magic Home I’m Not The Only One Just A Boy Listen Malibu Midnight Bottle Moonlight Older Chests Start Of Time Talking To The Moon Tell Me That You Love Me Training Wheels Valentine Volcano Whatever You Like You

Spirit (2028) All I Ask Dark Paradise Hometown Glory I Can’t Get Started It Takes A Lot To Know A Man Love In The Dark Lucky Million Years Ago Never Been In Love Before River Lea Rumour Has It Sad Girl Salvation Speechless Sweetest Devotion Turning Tables Venus Video Games Water Under The Bridge Watch Wolves Young And Beautiful

Time (2030) 9 Crimes All Of You Can’t Pretend Caught Don’t Look Back Emotion Illuminated Jealous Lies Little Boy Blue Love Nick Of Time Nirvana Nitesky (ft. Robot Koch) One (ft. U2) Palace Religion Remedy Sandcastles The Chain Wolves

How Does That Grab You? (2032) All I Have To Do Is Dream Bound Build Me Up Buttercup But Not For Me Heal The World I Fall In Love Too Easily If I Had You I’ll Be There I’m A Ruin Immortal It’s My Party Look For The Silver Lining Make You Feel My Love My Funny Valentine Only Hope Pink Matter Quickie Solo (ft. Andre 3000) The Touch Of Yours Lips Want You Back Wonder You Don’t Own Me

Katerina (2035) Bloodsport Boogieman Come To Mama Daddy Lessons (ft. Dixie Chicks) Don’t Fall In Love With Someone New Holding On Ivy Japanese Denim Killer Queen Landfill Land Locked Blues Leave Me Lonely (ft. Macy Gray) Like Real People Do My Favorite Faded Fantasy Pain Please Don’t Leave Me Regret Sinner’s Prayer Sober Stop The World Touch Who Knew Yellow Brick Road

Waiting To Exhale (2038) A Heartbreak All The Way Down Blood Dazed In Daydreams Delicate Elephant Everywhere I Go Guiding Light Heart Beats Slow I Don’t Want To Change You In Chains Love Me Like I’m Not Made Of Stone Medicine One Flight Down Pink + White Put Your Number In My Phone Rootless Tree Run Say It To Me Now Ship To Wreck The Animals Were Gone You Don’t Have To Go

The Diary Of Nina (2040) Big Jet Plane Blackbird Burning Love Clementine Color Me In Creature Fear Dogs Don’t Know Why Falling Slowly Flightless Bird, American Mouth Gravity He Was Too Good To Me Love Has No Pride Lua My Ideal Paper Aeroplane Slow Dancing In A Burning Room Stand Tall The Long Day Is Over The Moon Song Time After Time

Glassheart (2042) All This And Heaven Too A Woman’s Worth Believe In You And Me Follow Rivers Hardest Of Hearts I Am Every Woman It’s Always You Like You’ll Never See Me Again Never Let Me Go One Night Only Picture Me Gone Radioactive Run To You The Light Is On Tired Of Being Alone Tomorrow (ft. Tame Impala) Valley Of The Dolls Want You Back You’re Still My Man

Bird Of Happiness (2045) Alterlife Always Be My Baby Anytime You Need A Friend Can’t Let Go Cosmic Love Drumming Song Falling I Don’t Wanna Cry I’m Not Calling You A Liar Lay All Your Love On Me Like Someone In Love Living Dead My All One Summer Night Shoot The Moon Suspicious Mind Take Me To The River The State Of Dreaming Without You

Listen To My Blues (2050) Ain’t No Way Buy The Stars Cold Cold Heart Done For Me Do You? Embraceable You How Deep Is The Ocean? Hypocrates I’d Rather Go Blind I Get Along Without You Very Well (Except Sometimes) I Want You I Was Here Lipstick Long Long Way Love T.K.O My Future Just Passed Too Much Heaven Valerie Voila What’s New? You Light Up My Life

Collaborations

2015 You Know You Like It (ft. DJ Snake)

2017 FourFiveSeconds (ft. Paul McCartney and Rihanna)

2018 Digital Love (ft. Daft Punk) I Feel It Coming (ft. Daft Punk)

2024 Lost On The Way Home (ft. Chromeo)

2026 Beautiful (ft. Miguel)

2038 Stay (ft. Mikky Ekko)

2045 Empire State Of Mind (ft. Kentorey Johnson)

2058 How Deep Is Your Love (ft. The Bird And The Bee)

Soundtracks

La La Land (2016) City Of Stars I Won’t Say I’m In Love The Audition

Breakfast At Tifanny’s (2021) La Vi En Rose Moon River Once Upon A Dream

The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (2024) The Bells Of Notre Dame

Her (2029) The Moon Song

Pocahontas (2033) Colors Of The Wind If I Never Knew You Just Around The Riverbend Savages (Part One) Savages (Part Two)

Funny Girl (2037) A Piece Of Sky Don’t Rain On My Parade My Man The Man That Got Away Why Don’t You Do Right?

Anastasia (2044) Journey To The Past Learn To Do It Once Upon A December

The Nightmare Before Christmas (2048) Finale Kidnap The Sandy Claws Sally’s Song

The Prince Of Egypt (2057) Deliver Us When You Believe

Filmography (movies)

La La Land (2016) Breakfast At Tiffany’s (2021) The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (2024) Her (2029) Two Days, One Night (2034) Funny Girl (2037) Anastasia (2044) The Nightmare Before Christmas (2048) I Am Love (2051) The Prince Of Egypt (2057) Amour (2084)

Filmography (television)

Pocahontas (2033)

Theatre

Lés Miserables (2013)

Covers (on YouTube)

2011 Everytime by Britney Spears. Like I’m Gonna Lose You by John Legend.

2012 E.T by Katy Perry. Paparazzi by Lady Gaga.

Cover performances

Super Bowl (2015) Star Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key.

BBC Radio 1 (2016) Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.

Grammy Awards (2017) Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen (with Pentatonix).

American Music Awards (2018) Got To Be Real by Cheryl Lynn (with Cheryl Lynn).

BBC Radio 1 (2020) Hands To Myself by Selena Gomez.

NBA All-Star (2032) Star Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key.

BBC Radio 1 (2035) Hold It Against Me by Britney Spears.

MTV Music Video Awards (2039) My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion.

Super Bowl (2042) Star Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key.

Partners

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Nina

Nikolina Dobreva Mori, professionally known as Nina, is an american and naturalized bulgarian and japanese singer-songwriter, composer, multi-instrumentalist, dancer, choreographer and actress under Columbia Records. She is amongst a small group of entertainers who have been honored with an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony Award. Nina holds the record for the artist with the most singles to top both the Billboard Hot 100. She is also amongst one of the few artists to have all albums debut at the top of the Billboard 200 Album Chart.

Profile

Full name: Nikolina Bronova Mori (николина бронова 森). Birth date: December 7th 1996 (21). Birth place: Texas, United States. Zodiac sign: Sagittarius. Chinese zodiac sign: Earth tiger. Height: 1.68cm. Weight: 52kg. Blood type: O. Voice type: Soprano.

Curiosities

Animals: Miku (pomeranian) and Misha (rottweiler). Body type: Theatrical romantic (medium height, hourglass and voluptuous figure, medium to big bustline, small waist, fleshy arms and legs, small and delicate bone structure with a soft sharpness). Ethnicity: Brazilian, bulgarian, japanese and portuguese. Face type: Classic (symmetrical and balanced features). Family: Shigeru Sugahara Mori (father), Katarina Montes Bronova (mother) and Karolina Bronova Mori (younger sister). Fandom name: Beehive. Hobbies: Reading, drawing, listening to music, singing, dancing, watching movies and television series, exercising, traveling, collecting pens and notebooks, taking pictures, riding her bycicle and writing music. Instruments: Acoustic guitar, banjo, banjo ukulele, baritone guitar, bass guitar, clarinet, classical guitar, drums, electric bass guitar, electric guitar, flamento guitar, flute, harmonica, harp, keyboard, piano, synthesizer and violin. Languages: Bulgarian, english, french, japanese, korean, mandarin, portuguese, russian and spanish. Nicknames: Goddess Of Music, Million Dollar Smile, Queen B, Songbird Supreme and The Voice. Religion: Catholic. Sexual orientation: Heterosexual. Shoe size: 7.5 (US).

Early life

Nikolina was born in Houston, Texas, the daughter of a bulgarian lawyer and a japanese farmer. She lived in Japan until the age of seven, until she moved with her mother and younger sister to the United States, following her parent’s divorce. From the early age of five, she wanted to become a singer, and took various musical classes throughout her early years. After being cast in a Broadway rendition of Lés Miserables in 2013 and winning a Tony Award for her performance, she was discovered by a representative of Columbia Records and signed to the label shortly after.

Personality

She is known for being very nice to her fans. Many of them report being well treated by her whenever they meet.

Physical appearance

Vocals

Critic Of Music

Albums and singles

Chat-Shire (2014) Because Of You Best Thing I Never Had Halo If I Were A Boy Love On Top Too Little Too Late

Vivid (2015) All I Want For Christmas Emotions I Wanna Dance With Somebody Let’s Groove September The Way

Portrait (2016) Back To Black Chandelier Love On The Brain Russian Roulette Stone Cold Un-Break My Heart

Spirit (2017) Hello Rolling In The Deep Send My Love Set Fire To The Rain Someone Like You

Time (2018) Can’t Make You Love Me I Have Nothing I Look To You I Will Always Love You When We Were Young

Who I Am (2020) Bleeding Love Fallin’ How Can I Ease The Pain If I Ain’t Got You Million Reasons No One

Fever (2022) Bad Liar Dangerous Woman Do I Wanna Know? Psycho Killer Take Me To Church Wild Thoughts

How Does That Grab You? (2025) Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Dust In The Wind Every Breath You Take Killing Me Softly The Sound Of Silence

Katerina (2028) Bohemian Rhapsody Come Together I Want To Break Free Sign Of The Times Somebody To Love We Are The Champions

Waiting To Exhale (2030) Always On My Mind Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood Hurt The Blower’s Daughter Wonderwall

The Diary Of Nina (2032) Can’t Help Falling In Love From This Moment On Here Comes The Sun Loving You Yesterday You’re Still The One

Glassheart (2035) A Change Is Gonna Come All The Man I Need Cruisin’ Greatest Love Of All Let’s Stay Together Say A Little Prayer

Bird Of Happiness (2040) Dreamlover Hero Love Takes Time Someday Vision Of Love We Belong Together

Listen To My Blues (2045) At Last Feeling Good I Put A Spell On You Respect Something’s Got A Hold On Me This Is A Man’s World

Albums and non-title tracks

Chat-Shire (2014) Almost Is Never Enough As Long As You Love Me Cannonball Crave You Draw Your Swords Every Little Thing He Does Is Magic Home I’m Not The Only One Just A Boy Listen Malibu Midnight Bottle Moonlight Older Chests Start Of Time Talking To The Moon Tell Me That You Love Me Training Wheels Valentine Volcano Whatever You Like

Vivid (2015) 10-20-40 After The Love Has Gone All That Baby, I Boy Problems Can’t Sleep Love Come Alive (ft. Toro Y Moi) Cyber Stockholm Syndrome Emotion First Time Gimme Love Greedy Honeymoon Avenue If I Ever Fall In Love (ft. Janelle Monáe) Let’s Get Lost Oh No! Primadonna Girl Rose Gold Run Away With Me Schoolin’ Life Something About Us (ft. Daft Punk) Store Too Good To Say Goodbye Your Type

Who I Am (2016) 6 Inch (ft. The Weeknd) Adorn A Lonely Night Broken Hearts Closer Coffee Every Kind Of Way (ft. Wale) Falling For You Fire Rides Fools For Him Gave It Away Heart Less In Your Bed Love Drought Lovely (ft. Khalid) Ocean Eyes Paper Heart Simple Things Somebody Else Sure Thing Talk Me Down Thinking About You Wild

Portrait (2017) Belly Ache Bored Broken Clocks Cake Copycat Drowning Eyes On Fire Hostage How Long I Don’t Wanna Be You Anymore If These Walls Could Talk Liability Love Is A Losing Game My Boy Perfect Reality Serial Killer Tears Dry On Their Own Teen Idle Tunnel Vision (ft. Shamir) Until We Bleed Use Me Watch West Coast You Don’t Do It For Me Anymore You Know I’m No Good

Spirit (2018) All I Ask Dark Paradise Hometown Glory I Can’t Get Started It Takes A Lot To Know A Man Love In The Dark Lucky Million Years Ago Never Been In Love Before River Lea Rumour Has It Sad Girl Salvation Speechless Sweetest Devotion Turning Tables Venus Video Games Water Under The Bridge Watch Young And Beautiful

Time (2019) 9 Crimes All Of You Can’t Pretend Caught Don’t Look Back Emotion Illuminated Jealous Lies Little Boy Blue Love Nick Of Time Nirvana Nitesky (ft. Robot Koch) One (ft. U2) Palace Religion Remedy Sandcastles The Chain Wolves

Fever (2020) After The Storm (ft. Bootsy Collins and Tyler, The Creator) Are You Satisfied? Baby Boy Birth In Reverse Black Sheep Cupid’s Chokehold I Wanna Be Yours Miracle Alligner Nicest Thing One For The Road Passionfruit Puppet Love Redbone Self Control Someone New Strange Mercy To Be Alone When You Were Young Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? You Your Teeth In My Neck Zombie

How Does That Grab You? (2022) All I Have To Do Is Dream Bound Build Me Up Buttercup But Not For Me Heal The World I Fall In Love Too Easily If I Had You I’ll Be There I’m A Ruin Immortal It’s My Party Look For The Silver Lining Make You Feel My Love My Funny Valentine Only Hope Quickie Solo The Touch Of Yours Lips Want You Back Wonder You Don’t Own Me

Katerina (2025) Bloodsport Boogieman Come To Mama Daddy Lessons (ft. Dixie Chicks) Don’t Fall In Love With Someone New Holding On Ivy Japanese Denim Killer Queen Landfill Land Locked Blues Leave Me Lonely (ft. Macy Gray) Like Real People Do My Favorite Faded Fantasy Pain Please Don’t Leave Me Regret Sinner’s Prayer Sober Stop The World Touch Who Knew Yellow Brick Road

Waiting To Exhale (2028) A Heartbreak All The Way Down Blood Dazed In Daydreams Delicate Elephant Everywhere I Go Guiding Light Heart Beats Slow I Don’t Want To Change You In Chains Love Me Like I’m Not Made Of Stone Medicine One Flight Down Pink + White Put Your Number In My Phone Rootless Tree Run Say It To Me Now Ship To Wreck The Animals Were Gone You Don’t Have To Go

The Diary Of Nina (2030) Big Jet Plane Blackbird Burning Love Clementine Color Me In Creature Fear Dogs Don’t Know Why Falling Slowly Flightless Bird, American Mouth Gravity He Was Too Good To Me Love Has No Pride Lua My Ideal Paper Aeroplane Slow Dancing In A Burning Room Stand Tall The Long Day Is Over The Moon Song Time After Time

Glassheart (2035) All This And Heaven Too A Woman’s Worth Believe In You And Me Follow Rivers Hardest Of Hearts I Am Every Woman It’s Always You Like You’ll Never See Me Again Never Let Me Go One Night Only Picture Me Gone Radioactive Run To You The Light Is On Tired Of Being Alone Tomorrow (ft. Tame Impala) Valley Of The Dolls Want You Back You’re Still My Man

Bird Of Happiness (2040) Alterlife Always Be My Baby Anytime You Need A Friend Can’t Let Go Cosmic Love Drumming Song Falling I Don’t Wanna Cry I’m Not Calling You A Liar Lay All Your Love On Me Like Someone In Love Living Dead My All One Summer Night Shoot The Moon Suspicious Mind Take Me To The River The State Of Dreaming Without You

Listen To My Blues (2045) Ain’t No Way Buy The Stars Cold Cold Heart Done For Me Do You? Embraceable You How Deep Is The Ocean? Hypocrates I’d Rather Go Blind I Get Along Without You Very Well (Except Sometimes) I Want You I Was Here Lipstick Long Long Way Love T.K.O My Future Just Passed Too Much Heaven Valerie Voila What’s New? You Light Up My Life

Collaborations

2013 Get Lucky (ft. Daft Punk) Lose Yourself (ft. Daft Punk)

2015 FourFiveSeconds (ft. Paul McCartney and Rihanna)

2017 Stay (ft. Mikky Ekko)

2021 Digital Love (ft. Daft Punk) I Feel It Coming (ft. Daft Punk)

2034 Beautiful (ft. Miguel)

2048 How Deep Is Your Love (ft. The Bird And The Bee)

Soundtracks

Skyfall (2014) Skyfall

La La Land (2016) City Of Stars I Won’t Say I’m In Love The Audition

Breakfast At Tifanny’s (2020) La Vi En Rose Moon River Once Upon A Dream

The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (2029) The Bells Of Notre Dame

Pocahontas (2034) Colors Of The Wind If I Never Knew You Just Around The Riverbend Savages (Part One) Savages (Part Two)

Funny Girl (2037) A Piece Of Sky Don’t Rain On My Parade My Man The Man That Got Away Why Don’t You Do Right?

Anastasia (2044) Journey To The Past Learn To Do It Once Upon A December

The Nightmare Before Christmas (2048) Finale Kidnap The Sandy Claws Sally’s Song

The Prince Of Egypt (2057) Deliver Us When You Believe

Filmography (film)

La La Land (2014) Breakfast At Tiffany’s (2020) The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (2029) Funny Girl (2037) Anastasia (2044) The Nightmare Before Christmas (2048) The Prince Of Egypt (2057) Amour (2084)

Filmography (television)

Pocahontas (2034)

Theatre

Lés Miserables (2012)

Covers (on YouTube)

2009 Everytime by Britney Spears. Like I’m Gonna Lose You by John Legend.

2010 E.T by Katy Perry. Paparazzi by Lady Gaga.

Cover performances

Super Bowl (2013) Star Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key.

American Music Awards (2014) Got To Be Real by Cheryl Lynn (with Cheryl Lynn).

BBC Radio 1 (2015) Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.

Grammy Awards (2018) Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen (with Pentatonix).

BBC Radio 1 (2022) Hands To Myself by Selena Gomez.

NBA All-Star (2027) Star Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key.

BBC Radio 1 (2032) Hold It Against Me by Britney Spears.

MTV Music Video Awards (2039) My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion.

Super Bowl (2042) Star Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key.

Partners

Tidiou M’Baye (2011) Nick Rutherford (2013-2016) Stephen Curry (2017-) *married in 2021

Children

Taika Curry (2024) Tzuyu Curry (2026)

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Nina

Nikolina Bronova Mori, professionally known as Nina (also stylized as NINΛ), is an american and naturalized bulgarian and japanese singer-songwriter, composer, multi-instrumentalist, dancer, choreographer and actress under Columbia Records. She is amongst a small group of entertainers who have been honored with an Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony Award. Nina holds the record for the artist with the most singles to top both the Billboard Hot 100. She is also amongst one of the few artists to have all albums debut at the top of the Billboard 200 Album Chart.

Profile

Full name: Nikolina Bronova Mori (николина бронова 森). Birth date: December 7th 1998 (19). Birth place: Houston, Texas. Zodiac sign: Sagittarius. Chinese zodiac sign: Earth tiger. Height: 1.68cm. Weight: 52kg. Blood type: O. Voice type: Soprano. Vocal analysis: Star. Nicknames: Million Dollar Smile, Queen B, Songbird Supreme and The Voice.

Early life

Nikolina was born in Houston, Texas, the daughter of a bulgarian lawyer and a japanese farmer. From the early age of five, she wanted to become a singer, and took various musical classes throughout her early years. After being cast in a Broadway rendition of Lés Miserables in 2013 and winning a Tony Award for her performance, she was discovered by a representative of Columbia Records and signed to the label shortly after.

Physical appearance

Personality

She is known for being very nice to her fans. Many of them report being well treated by her whenever they meet.

Vocals

Critic Of Music

Albums and singles

My Voice (2015) Break Free How I Want Ya (ft. Jordan Fisher) Into You One Last Time Problem (ft. Big Sean) Single Ladies

Vivid (2016) All I Want For Christmas Emotions I Wanna Dance With Somebody Love On Top Physical The Way

Revival (2017) Bills, Bills, Bills Bootylicious If I Were A Boy Independent Women Say My Name Too Little Too Late

Lemonade (2018) Can’t Feel My Face Diamonds How Can I Ease The Pain? Let’s Groove September Sexual Healing

Fever (2019) Bad Liar Dangerous Woman Do I Wanna Know? Psycho Killer Take Me To Church Wild Thoughts

Who I Am (2020) Because Of You Bleeding Love Fallin’ If I Ain’t Got You Million Reasons No One

Portrait (2022) Back To Black Chandelier Drunk In Love Love On The Brain Stone Cold Un-Break My Heart

Spirit (2025) Hello Rolling In The Deep Send My Love Set Fire To The Rain Someone Like You

Time (2028) Can’t Make You Love Me I Have Nothing I Look To You I Will Always Love You When We Were Young

How Does That Grab You? (2030) Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) Dust In The Wind Every Breath You Take Killing Me Softly The Sound Of Silence

Katerina (2032) Bohemian Rhapsody Come Together I Want To Break Free Sign Of The Times Somebody To Love We Are The Champions

Waiting To Exhale (2035) Always On My Mind Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood Hurt The Blower’s Daughter Wonderwall

The Diary Of Nina (2038) Can’t Help Falling In Love From This Moment On Here Comes The Sun Loving You Yesterday You’re Still The One

Glassheart (2040) A Change Is Gonna Come All The Man I Need Cruisin’ Greatest Love Of All Let’s Stay Together Say A Little Prayer

Bird Of Happiness (2045) Dreamlover Hero Love Takes Time Someday Vision Of Love We Belong Together

Listen To My Blues (2050) At Last Feeling Good I Put A Spell On You Respect Something’s Got A Hold On Me This Is A Man’s World

Albums and non-title tracks

My Voice (2015) Bad Decisions Be My Baby Closer Fools For Him Gone And Found Greedy Higher How To Be A Heartbreaker I Don’t Care Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart Let Me Love You Never Wanna Know No Tears Left To Cry Only One Paper Heart Right There Sometimes Tattooed Heart Touch (ft. Canvas) Wild You’ll Never Know

Vivid (2016) All That Baby, I Body Language Boy Problems Calling All My Lovelies Can’t Sleep Love Come Alive (ft. Toro Y Moi) Cry Dust Is Gone Finesse First Time Gimme Love Hard To Say No I Didn’t Just Come Here To Dance Maiden Making The Most Of The Night Run Away With Me Say You’ll Be There Store The One Too Good To Say Goodbye Your Type

Revival (2017) 10-20-40 Be Alright Countdown Cyber Stockholm Syndrome Ego Fantasy (ft. Amber Liu) Gave It Away Glow If I Ever Fall In Love (ft. Janelle Monáe) Knew Better Listen No Mythologies To Follow Oh No! Primadonna Girl Red In The Grey Ridin’ (ft. A$AP Rocky) Rose Gold Schoolin’ Life Simple Things Slow Love Tears (ft. Clean Bandit) Ugly West Coast You Don’t Know Me

Lemonade (2018) 6 Inch (ft. The Weeknd) Adorn After The Love Has Gone A Lonely Night Broken Clocks Coffee Done For Me Emotion Every Kind Of Way (ft. Wale) Falling For You Fetish (ft. Schoolboy Q) Fire Rides Heart Less How Long In Your Bed Love Drought Love On The Weekend Lovely (ft. Khalid) Ocean Eyes Passionfruit Perfect Serial Killer Somebody Else Something About Us (ft. Daft Punk) Thinking About You Too Good (ft. Alan Love) Touch Me

Fever (2019) After The Storm (ft. Bootsy Collins and Tyler, The Creator) Are You Satisfied? Baby Boy Birth In Reverse Black Sheep Cupid’s Chokehold Empty Nesters Forrest Gump I Don’t Trust Myself With Loving You I Wanna Be Yours Miracle Alligner Night By Night No Control One For The Road Puppet Love Redbone Run Baby Run Self Control Someone New Stockholm Syndrome Strange Mercy To Be Alone Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High? Yeah Right Your Teeth In My Neck Zombie

Who I Am (2020) Almost Is Never Enough As Long As You Love Me Bad Religion Cannonball Crave You Draw Your Swords Every Little Thing He Does Is Magic Fireproof Freak Home I’m Not The Only One Just A Boy Let’s Get Lost Listen Malibu Midnight Bottle Moonlight Older Chests Start Of Time Talking To The Moon Tell Me That You Love Me Training Wheels Valentine Volcano Whatever You Like You

Portrait (2022) Belly Ache Betsy On The Roof Bored Broken Clocks Cake Copycat Drowning Eyes On Fire Hostage I Don’t Wanna Be You Anymore If These Walls Could Talk Liability Love Is A Losing Game My Boy Nicest Thing Pilgrim Reality Russian Roulette Talk Me Down Tears Dry On Their Own Teen Idle Tunnel Vision (ft. Shamir) Until We Bleed Use Me You Don’t Do It For Me Anymore You Know I’m No Good

Spirit (2025) All I Ask Dark Paradise Hometown Glory I Can’t Get Started It Takes A Lot To Know A Man Love In The Dark Lucky Million Years Ago Never Been In Love Before River Lea Rumour Has It Sad Girl Salvation Speechless Sweetest Devotion Turning Tables Venus Video Games Vultures Water Under The Bridge Watch Wolves Young And Beautiful

Time (2028) 9 Crimes All Of You Can’t Pretend Caught Don’t Look Back Emotion Illuminated Jealous Lies Little Boy Blue Love Nick Of Time Nirvana Nitesky (ft. Robot Koch) Nostalgia One (ft. U2) Palace Religion Remedy Sandcastles The Chain Wolves

How Does That Grab You? (2030) All I Have To Do Is Dream Bound Build Me Up Buttercup But Not For Me Heal The World I Fall In Love Too Easily If I Had You I’ll Be There I’m A Ruin I’m Gonna Find Another You Immortal It’s My Party Look For The Silver Lining Make You Feel My Love My Funny Valentine Only Hope Pink Matter Quickie Slow Dancing In A Burning Room Solo (ft. Andre 3000) The Touch Of Yours Lips Want You Back Wonder You Don’t Own Me

Katerina (2032) Bloodsport Boogieman Come To Mama Daddy Lessons (ft. Dixie Chicks) Don’t Fall In Love With Someone New Holding On Ivy Japanese Denim Killer Queen Landfill Land Locked Blues Leave Me Lonely (ft. Macy Gray) Like Real People Do My Favorite Faded Fantasy Pain Please Don’t Leave Me Regret Sinner’s Prayer Sober Stop The World Touch When You Were Young Who Knew Yellow Brick Road

Waiting To Exhale (2035) A Heartbreak All The Way Down Blood Dazed In Daydreams Delicate Elephant Everywhere I Go Freedom (ft. Kentorey Johnson) Guiding Light Heart Beats Slow I Don’t Want To Change You In Chains Love Me Like I’m Not Made Of Stone Medicine No Such Thing One Flight Down Pink + White Put Your Number In My Phone Rootless Tree Run Say It To Me Now Ship To Wreck The Animals Were Gone You Don’t Have To Go

The Diary Of Nina (2038) Big Jet Plane Blackbird Burning Love Clementine Color Me In Creature Fear Dogs Don’t Know Why Falling Slowly Flightless Bird, American Mouth Gravity Happily He Was Too Good To Me Love Has No Pride Lua My Ideal Paper Aeroplane Slow Dancing In A Burning Room Stand Tall Strong The Long Day Is Over The Moon Song Time After Time Waiting On The World To Change

Glassheart (2040) All This And Heaven Too A Woman’s Worth Believe In You And Me Follow Rivers Hardest Of Hearts Honeymoon Avenue I Am Every Woman It’s Always You Like You’ll Never See Me Again Never Let Me Go One Night Only Picture Me Gone Radioactive Run To You The Light Is On Tired Of Being Alone Tomorrow (ft. Tame Impala) Valley Of The Dolls Want You Back You’re Still My Man

Listen To My Blues (2050) Ain’t No Way Buy The Stars Cold Cold Heart Do You? Embraceable You How Deep Is The Ocean? Hypocrates I’d Rather Go Blind I Get Along Without You Very Well (Except Sometimes) I Want You I Was Here Lipstick Long Long Way Love T.K.O My Future Just Passed Too Much Heaven Valerie Voila What’s New? You Light Up My Life

Collaborations

2015 You Know You Like It (ft. DJ Snake)

2017 24k Magic (ft. Bruno Mars) Loyalty (ft. Kentorey Johnson)

2019 Get Lucky (ft. Daft Punk) Lose Yourself (ft. Daft Punk)

2020 Sensual Seduction (ft. Cardi B)

2022 FourFiveSeconds (ft. Paul McCartney and Rihanna)

2026 Digital Love (ft. Daft Punk) I Feel It Coming (ft. Daft Punk)

2031 Lost On The Way Home (ft. Chromeo)

2034 Beautiful (ft. Miguel)

2039 Stay (ft. Mikky Ekko)

2045 Empire State Of Mind (ft. Kentorey Johnson)

2058 How Deep Is Your Love (ft. The Bird And The Bee)

Soundtracks

Skyfall (2016) Skyfall

Black Panther (2018) All Of The Stars (ft. Kentorey Johnson)

Call Me By Your Name (2019) Redbone

La La Land (2021) City Of Stars I Won’t Say I’m In Love The Audition

Her (2024) The Moon Song

Breakfast At Tifanny’s (2026) La Vi En Rose Moon River Once Upon A Dream

The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (2033) The Bells Of Notre Dame

Pocahontas (2037) Colors Of The Wind If I Never Knew You Just Around The Riverbend Savages (Part One) Savages (Part Two)

Funny Girl (2042) A Piece Of Sky Don’t Rain On My Parade My Man The Man That Got Away Why Don’t You Do Right?

Anastasia (2046) Journey To The Past Learn To Do It Once Upon A December

The Nightmare Before Christmas (2048) Finale Kidnap The Sandy Claws Sally’s Song

The Prince Of Egypt (2057) Deliver Us When You Believe

Filmography (movies)

Call Me By Your Name (2019) La La Land (2021) Her (2024) Breakfast At Tiffany’s (2026) In The Mood For Love (2027) Almost Famous (2031) The Hunchback Of Notre Dame (2033) Funny Girl (2042) Two Days, One Night (2044) Anastasia (2046) The Nightmare Before Christmas (2048) I Am Love (2053) The Prince Of Egypt (2057) Amour (2084)

Filmography (television series)

Pocahontas (2037)

Theatre

Lés Miserables (2013)

Covers (on YouTube)

2011 Everytime by Britney Spears. Like I’m Gonna Lose You by John Legend.

2012 E.T by Katy Perry. Paparazzi by Lady Gaga.

Cover performances

Super Bowl (2015) Star Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key.

American Music Awards (2016) Got To Be Real by Cheryl Lynn (with Cheryl Lynn).

BBC Radio 1 (2017) Hands To Myself by Selena Gomez.

Grammy Awards (2018) Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen (with Pentatonix).

BBC Radio 1 (2024) Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.

NBA All-Star (2032) Star Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key.

BBC Radio 1 (2035) Hold It Against Me by Britney Spears.

MTV Music Video Awards (2039) My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion.

Super Bowl (2042) Star Spangled Banner by Francis Scott Key.

Partners

Rodrigo Simas (2012) Tidiou M’Baye (2014-2016) Adam Kovic (2017-2018) Sho Wara (2019-) *married in 2024

Children

Dario Wara (2029) Isabela Wara (2031) Luna Wara (2034) Anton Wara (2034)

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