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Twisted Wonderland (Book 5)

Followed Little-Bean and Mewshi Q's playthrough.

Malleus visits her one cold night. She has trouble sleeping and sees the green lights behind the window curtains. She peeks out to see him standing there and immediately pulls a hoodie and slippers on to meet him. They talk about their holiday break, leaving some parts out. He brings up the card and she thanks him for it. He asks if she has anything for him in return. "I'm sorry, I don't. I haven't been able to go to the store and get something considering I don't know what you like."

He thinks for a second. "Surprise me. The gift is up to you."

"Okay. I'll try to get you something good." He chuckles and wishes her a good night.

Third week of January, Thursday.

Shit.

Throws on Grim's coat and boots for him.

Glances at the Evil Queen as she walks by. Who is going to represent you?

"Interesting."

"Damn it, Crowley! Stop doing that."

"You want to waste money on only tuna."

Crowley abandoned her and gave her a crappy phone, so using it whatever she wants.

Alice thinks he's beautiful and curious about him since she last time spoke to him was on Halloween.

Furrows brows slightly.

Poison apple?

"Guys, don't get into a fight."

(I hate that face. Vil, never make that face again.)

Deeply sighs at them.

Thinks Vil is rude.

"Yeah, I saw that."

Leans on the wall and watches them fumble around with their two left feet.

Kalim can be mean as well.

"Ace, why must you be rude?"

"Let him do things on his own."

"Yeah, he did."

"Azul, you purposely made students fail their side of their contract with you and worked them mercilessly. Nothing is off the table for you in my opinion."

"Strictly necessary." Yeah, sure."

Alice is only there during their practice because she got nothing else to do.

"But you didn't need to shout across the room."

Shakes violently.

"Underprepared for what?" He's sus.

"Oh. I just wanted to make sure. I don't want to be a part of the audition, I'm just my friends' company."

"Can people stop scaring me?"

Right, I need ask who M.D. is. Maybe after this, if I remember.

Malleus? Saves that info for later.

Omg, he said yolo...

(Ortho doesn't count, he's an extrovert.)

"Wait, really?"

(Ortho is Idia's emotional support brother.)

"Damn."

Holy shit, it's Snow White.

Instagram Boy.

"Ow. Why are they so bright?"

She's leaning on the wall outside the ballroom and listening to the performance until her boys are done.

After the audition, she asks Ace and Deuce which dorm has the color green and if anyone in Diasomnia has the initials M.D. They question why and she says she's curious about something, then asks if he has horns, black hair and green eyes. The two are suspicious and worried for her.

Malleus Draconia... You're Firefly.

She saw her life flash before her eyes. "Is that an arrow?! What the hell?!"

"Wait, what? What do they want with me?"

"They asked me to come."

She's dodging students left and right.

"Dramatic much?"

"The hell is going on?"

"Ugh, why the sparkles?"

Alice is going to accidentally punch someone one day.

Furrows brows. "And didn't you ask me beforehand because you don't care about my opinion."

"Hm? Really?"

"Is tuna the only thing you think about?"

I wish for misfortune to fall upon you, Crowley. "... I know I can't say no." Stares daggers at the headmage.

Crowley orders an oven and fixes the kitchen's water pipes and electricity. Also, she's not getting her allowance until after the championship.

Rooks greets her by first name.

"Welcome." Steps to the side and holds the door open.

"My. It's a lot cleaner than it was on Halloween." -Vil

However, he does complain about the missing/messy placed wallpaper which she tells him she doesn't care if the place looks trashy, it's liveable and that's what matters.

"That's up to you. You can choose whatever room that has a sign on the doorknob." Only cleaned some rooms and bathrooms, and left a small sign on it.

Eyes light up.

Blocks Vil's hand, maybe pushes it away.

Stands there with the box of sweets. "Hm." And takes it to the fridge to have later.

"Manager?"

Gives an unimpressed look. "Where's the music player?"

Agreement?

Furrows her brows slightly at Vil pulling on Epel's ear.

"You guys did a good job today."

Because their diet has no gluten for a month, Alice's body slowly starts looking better. (Gluten intolerance person here.)

"I'm not complaining because I'm having an actual meal for dinner instead of a peanut butter & jelly sandwich or a protein shake."

Happily drinks some apple juice. (Places a box in her room.)

"I'm the one who's old."

Pokes his cheeks. Baby.

(Did Vil hand the skin care products to Yuu as well? Either way, Alice is staying up a bit longer and using the products she already has.)

Grim comes into her room to talk. (What exactly did you do, Grim? You weren't dancing or singing like everyone else, so what did you do to make you tired?)

Raises a brow and gets up to investigate the outside to see Kalim.

"You should sleep right now."

"Grim, go inside... If you're going to be a jerk, then go to bed."

"Grim, go inside. I'll talk with Kalim." Grim frowns and heads into the warmth of the dorm.

"Kalim, I can understand or see how that may feel." And the two talk while Jamil secretly listens.

I'm worried.

"Grim, what do you want?"

"What are you two doing up?"

Shrugs and sits down at the counter.

Narrows her eyes and smiles in the gesture of what the heck.

"Hey, save some for me." Ace passes the box to her and she asks for a fork when the lights come on.

She's not scared of him. This is her house (and she's the adult.)

She jumps up in a panic. "Are you guys okay?!"

A curse?!

Fairest One of All?

Glares at Vil in the gesture of what.

"It's the first day and they were only going to eat sweets this one time until the competition is over."

"Excuse you. "Let me off?" This is my damn house and you even told me and Grim we could eat anything we want."

"It would be wise to return your room, unless you want to root yourself into the floor with the spuds." -Vil

"This my dorm, therefore, my rules. You are my guests and have no say in what I do, especially with what I do or eat in my own dorm."

"Hmph. If you want that money for this place, then you shouldn't talk back to me."

"Do I look like I care? Crowley is probably planning on pocketing it anyway."

Vil glares and walks off. She looks to her friends and goes searching from a blanket to lay on top of them so they don't get cold. "Sorry I can't do anymore than this."

She closes the door, feeling bad for her boys when the mirror glows.

"I'm here... Yeah, I can see you..."

Donald and Goofy. "I haven't told anyone about this."

"I don't believe I'm dreaming considering what just happened." Then watches Mickey fade away.

She wrinkles her brows in thought, turning to her nightstand and taking out her journal to write down about the meeting, then flips the page to the list.

Fairest One of All... Vil - Evil Queen?

(Damn, what he's saying is fitting my headcanon.)

"I'm curious about your home."

(He's laughing because that's all he can do, he knows how messed up it is, but can only laugh to ease the tension.)

"My situation is very different than yours, Kalim."

"That sounded good!"

Vil and Alice have been butting heads with each other. Vil complained about her unladylike attitude and how bad her skin is. She hid snacks in her room and stayed up at night.

One day, she told him she will act ladylike when she has to stay at his dorm.

However, despite the pettiness between them, Alice took some time to think about the big issue. Is Vil the Evil Queen? She stared at the list and tried to piece it together. If he is representing the Evil Queen, how can she stop it? She thought about talking about it to Crowley to let him be aware of the possibility.

So, during school she entered his office and told him about her theory that Vil may be the next overblot victim. Crowley listened to her words and answered that he'll keep an eye out, especially on Vil, and requested she focus on taking care of the students in her dorm, to not worry about the issue.

"The "usual?"

"Vil. You disgust me." She runs after Epel.

"Epel! Hey, vent to me... Tell me what's on your mind."

Deuce comes by and Epel looks to her. "Go with him, I'll head back."

("Did you comb it with a leg of a chair?")

(Epel, you gremlin.)

(In all honesty, the three guys are creeps.)

"Work hard and he won't outshine you."

(Ghost Bride event)

One night during dinner, Epel asks questions about Alice to get know to her. Rook joins in on the questioning. She answers them as honest as she can when the question of how did she get into the school came from Vil.

She looks over at Ace and Deuce, silently asking if she should tell them. "Oh, that's because Kate's from a different world." -Kalim

"Eh?! Different world?!" -Epel

"Do you really think it's time for jokes?" -Vil

"But it's not a joke, it's true, she told me herself." -Kalim

"He's right. I'm from a different world entirely."

~~~~

She explains her lack of memory on how she got here and how Crowley is supposedly finding a way to get her home. "There has been rumors on you being from a different world." -Rook

"Oh, right. I have heard about them in my class. I think I remember someone saying she's older than Leona." -Epel

"Older than Leona? Katelynn, are you in your 20s?" -Vil

"24."

~~~~

"Something I have been curious about, does Crowley know about your age?" -Jamil

"Yes, I told him and the professors on, I believe, my second week here."

(Happy Beans Day event)

"I'm getting one as well?"

Is looking at the tickets and the card at her desk. She gets up to peek through her curtains to finally see the green lights slowly appearing. She slips her shoes on and grabs the tickets, then quietly walks outside.

"Good evening."

They sit down on the porch, talking about their day. She talks about the competition and the students who are participating are staying in her dorm as a training camp. She then brings out the tickets and handles it to him. "As thanks for the holiday card, and because I want you to come."

He's a taken back by the gesture and laughs, believing she is clueless to his identity. He asks if she will be a parting of the performance. "Um, no, I'm just the manager for the group."

Alice and Malleus have seen each other a few times before this night and he always called her "child of man" when he greets her or wishes her sweet dreams. Her name was in the card, so she's aware that he knows her name, but hearing him say it, it felt strange but also nice.

"Good night... Firefly."

She wakes up with dread in her heart.

"No problem."

"We can get something after checking the stage."

Picks up the cat and heads towards the stage.

"We are, we're just checking on the stage. So, how is it coming along?"

"You built the whole stage?"

"I would love that."

"Will do! See you there, Jack!"

"Interesting."

"Actually, my world does have magic."

"What? But the Dark Mirror sensed no magic in you. Wait, do you just come from a magicless family?" -Riddle

"Actually everyone in my world can use magic, however, the magic is very different from yours... I'll explain in more detail later. Please continue explaining more about your world to me."

"There's a lot of options for mages."

Looks around the exhibit and the photos of different rocks and mushrooms while Riddle speaks with the brothers. She listens to explanation of the club and answers Floyd, "Yeah, you can find rocks and plants anywhere, but that doesn't mean they're not beautiful. I appreciate the beauty of nature and want to see what I can see from it."

This is concerning...

Winces at the yelling and covers her ear slightly.

Wrinkles brows in thought.

Dwarfs?... Grumpy, Doc, Sneezy.

"It was no problem."

"Yeah, I call him Firefly because of his eyes."

"What's his actual name?" -Cater

"That's a secret." Mischievous expression.

"Riddle, come on."

"Look at the all of those cameras."

Holds up the pass, then Vil comes by.

"Don't give me that look, Vil. We were on the side of the school."

"Grim, don't make them more nervous."

"Fantastic!"

Omg, it's Snow White and the seven dwarfs.

Sleepy, Happy, Bashful, Dopey.

(Timmy hid behind Neige and Neige kneeled down to him! My heart!!)

(Fuck. That speaks volumes. Do your murder attempt after you actually lost.)

What? How am I seeing this? Why am I- She freezes and her eyes go wide as her heart starts to speed up. The poison apple...

Epel asks if she's okay from her anxious expression as she glances over to see Vil walking down the stairs and immediately runs pass them. Grim is surprised by her bolting and chases after her in confusion.

"Something isn't right."

(From top of my head for a plan: would shout "Wait!" and approach them, saying Vil is needed upstairs and that he stole my apple juice. I take the bottle from Neige's hand and lie, "I haven't be getting the vitamins I need and apple juice is helping me with that. Sorry for just taking the bottle." Then death grip Vil's wrist and drag his ass back upstairs.)

"I knew it."

(This man is taking simping to a whole new level.)

Panic.

(And Alice called this man disgusting. Oops.)

Concern eyes stare back at him, a gentle voice asking, "please calm down and talk to us."

No, no, no no no no. Eyes widen in fear.

Picks up Grim and throws him on the carpet, then climbs on herself.

"Coming in clutch, Jamil."

"Yeah! If he did nothing Rook would be dead. This was going to happen one way or another."

Deeply sighs.

She runs behind the large screen and stays there as the battle begins, however, a magic blast cuts through the screen and forces her to run somewhere else. Hiding spots are soon destroyed and leaving her out in the opening. Magic blasts off from Vil and the others, dodging and falling to the floor to not get hit.

But a roar of power slams her in the right arm and she grabs it in pain, feeling her skin burning under the fabric of her uniform. She falls on her back to dodge another and covers her head from rubble.

Deuce calls out and her curls up on the floor as he "Bet The Limit."

The smoke and dust clears as she lifts her head to Vil on the ground. Her vision slowly fades and sees his memories playing to her like a movie. She stands up when it disappears and limps over to him, kneeling down and picks him up to lean his body against her.

His head rests on her chest as she strokes his cheek and everyone surrounds them.

"Really..."

At stating he isn't a fitting leader, Vil nuzzles his face into her and lifts his hand to grip her arm.

Vil pulls away to stand up and she automatically helps him.

"Congratulations, Deuce."

"Let's not worry about that."

"Oh, hey, Firefly."

"Oh, hey! You're the man who threw that Halloween party with the ghosts. I heard about you sneaking in our garden at night from Kate. Myah hah hah--MRAH!" -Grim

"Kate! You're really calling THIS guy Firefly? Do you have a death wish?!" -Ace

"Don't ya know who this is?!" -Epel

"Malleus?" The dragon is shocked.

"You know who I am?" -Malleus

"I known for a month now."

"You knew who I am, but you still invited me? Haha, you are quite brave." -Malleus

"I wouldn't say brave, people can overreact with the truth, so I wasn't taking it all at face value."

~~~~~

"Wait, is that why you asked me and Deuce who has M.D. in Diasomnia?! You were figuring out the man you have been meeting was Malleus?!" -Ace

"Yes."

(I befriended a powerful dragon fae who is the to-be-king of Briar Valley, the same person who saw me in a bathrobe when we first met.)

Oh fuck.

Freaks out at what he is doing. Then becomes amazed at what he did.

"Thank you so much, Firefly!"

"Um, sorry, force of habit."

Secretly bandages her arm when no one is looking.

"I believe in you, guys!"

"Vil, I know we haven't seen eye to eye and even butted heads with each other during your stay at my dorm. But I still want to offer that if you need someone to talk to, I'll listen."

Grows anxious by every second until heartbreak and disappointment.

"Grim! Fuck your tuna!"

("God give me patience, because if you give me strength I will rip a bitch apart.")

Alice is just standing in front of the stage, watching this display.

"Grim. Shut it. I would like to sit in silence for awhile. Please, go to your room."

"Hm? Oh, the mirror."

"I don't think anything special on my- Well, something did happen, so maybe that's it... I rather not talk about it. It has been a stressful day."

"I haven't seen a lot of movies to have a favorite. Something I'll work on."

"Actually, I have a friend you could meet."

Hesitates on leaving the room, but does so to enter Grim's room and finds he wasn't there. She checks the dorm to find no Grim. She's standing in the hallway when she says, "Where's Grim?"

She freezes at what she just saw. She runs back to Mickey and tells him her friend is gone and has a bad feeling, she has to go. He says goodbye to her and she waves before putting on her shoes and coat, then exits her dorm to go looking for him. She checks the campus until she makes it to the coliseum where a blue light is seen on the stage.

Grim! She quickly goes down the stairs and approaches just to stop at what he's saying and watches him start eating something. "Grim?"

He turns and rushes her, swinging his claws at her but she dodges just for him to swing back and scratch her thigh. She stumbles back and holds her leg, looking up to him as he turns and runs away.

She stares at the exit, then to her bleeding leg. "What just happened?" She carefully exits the coliseum and heads back to her dorm to call Crowley and inform him in what happened.

"Miss Winter? Why are you calling me so late?"

She starts to cry. "Grim just attacked me! Something's wrong!"

"What? Explain what happened."

She explains and he tells her he will handle, requesting her to lock all of the doors and windows and to rest for now, he will call her when Grim's captured. She puts down her phone and bandages her thigh, crying quietly to herself. She lies down on her bed to sleep, curling up on the mattress and trying to figure out why he attacked her.

#twisted wonderland #alice

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baepop · 4 years

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Muse

You meet a quiet painter that helps you manage your anger.

Word Count: 4.7k

Pairing: You x Taehyung

Genre: Slight fluff, slight angst, Smut

A/N: I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so I had to sit down and write it out this afternoon. I hope you guys like it 🥺

What are you thinking?

The pinkish hue of your cheeks had long subsided now, though the heaving in your chest still remained albeit at a minimal level. The part in your lips prevailed as well, if only to huff the stray hairs falling over your face occasionally.

The rest of your hair was sprawled across the back of his couch like wild seaweed. Your favorite necklace rested in the crook of your collarbone as the dainty chain tickled your sensitive neck. Goosebumps broke out across your arms as they, too, were strewn across the couch. Your pose wasn’t ideal, but you knew it was exactly how he wanted you, so you wouldn’t get up to close the window letting in a cold draft.

His apartment was quaint, a studio on the upper west side that resided above a bodega and a taqueria. You’ve had many opportunities to take it all in, yet somehow there was always something new to discover whenever your eyes wandered.

You pondered if this was all a big metaphor with some grand artistic meaning about how it somehow represented his mental state. How he, such a quiet and minimal person could be happy in such a cluttered apartment on one of the busiest streets in the city was beyond you. You peered at the ostentatious wallpaper juxtaposed with the exposed brick behind him. Paintings lent up against the walls on the ground, stacked against each other, even in the kitchen. Only one word came to mind: loud.

Your eyes eventually came back to him, and when they did, the pink hue returned except this time it was in the form of a blush. He had been eyeing you carefully, waiting to make eye contact with you. When you did, he shot you that lopsided smirk you knew so well before he returned to his canvas. It was his way of telling you to stop moving your head so much.

You leaned your head against the back of the couch again and didn’t move until he finally put his brush down. He stood and backed away from his painting to gain some perspective, deciding if he was truly finished or not.

You’d once heard that paintings are truly never finished, it was just a matter of when the artist was willing to stop. Since then, you’d always wondered when Taehyung would deem it acceptable to put the brush down, when he’d feel that he had done everything he could to capture your essence. You knew there had to be something to it, since every time you’d gaze at the finished product it’d take your breath away.

He was always able to capture your inner feelings with eerie accuracy, which was something that endlessly amazed you.

So many afternoons spent in his apartment, you venting about the latest thing that got your blood to boil while he focused on his artwork. And each time, as you’d emptied your brain of all its toxic contents, he’d make magic happen on the paper.

You watched Taehyung shake his head then return to his seat and pick up the brush again. Some days it was harder for him to decide when to stop.

As you laid naked on the upholstery basking in the afternoon sun that was now filtering in through the window, you began to reminisce about the first time you had posed for him. Your face had been the color of a tomato from complaining about a rude bus driver and your hair was a matted mess after waking up late for work that morning. You didn’t understand how you could possibly be anyone’s muse, especially that day.

You had been in no mood to sit around for hours in a strange apartment, but you had given Taehyung your word after he kindly texted you asking for you to be his model earlier that week. You both happened to take a recreational art class downtown together a year ago when he had tapped you on the shoulder two hours into the lesson and extended his phone to you for your number. You had tagged along with a friend that day to see what their art class was like, and you were glad you did when you saw how cute the shy guy across the room was up close. You were flattered, to say the least, especially when he had later texted asking you to be his personal model. After all, the class had been about learning to paint the human anatomy, so the proposition hadn’t come from left field.

But when the day finally came, you just weren’t in the mood. You showed up and took your clothes off in a huff, taking a seat in front of him and attempting the breathing exercises your anger management counselor had taught you.

As the hours went by, you realized you probably weren’t making such a good model, and your annoyance turned into shame as he moved away from his painting. When you were just about done getting redressed, he turned the easel towards you and took your breath away just like that.

He was an amazing artist, but more than that he was exceptionally observant. What you expected to be a painting of you being petulant and looking anywhere but at him, was instead of a girl that looked very unsure of herself. He’d even used a cool toned palette exclusively to convey those feelings perfectly. You could only look at him in awe, feeling more vulnerable than you had been with your clothes off a minute ago.

After that, he texted you to come over on a weekly basis, and each time you came and did much of the same. You’d take your clothes off and pose anywhere in front of where his easel stood ready and waiting. And each time, he’d reveal a part of you on the paper that you never cared to show anyone.

You were ashamed to admit that you were always angry stepping into his apartment, but each time he turned the easel towards you, a different girl stared back at you. Sometimes she was scared, sometimes she was hopeful.

A few sessions later, you felt as though you could trust Taehyung, partly because he seemed to be in tune with parts of you that you hadn’t even known existed deep under the many levels of anger and hatred that bubbled noisily at your surface. He made you want to express yourself, which was something that was tough for you to do, even with your therapist. But it wasn’t like there was anything else to fill the silence with during those quiet hours anyway. So every week you’d come over expose yourself to him in more ways than one.

You couldn’t exactly call it talking, though.

You’d tell him about what happened that day to make you mad, and sometimes what made you feel particularly murderous. Few times, you’d express something that made you happy, because those really came few and far between. And whenever you did, you felt oddly childlike, as if expressing happiness was somehow attributed to being young while expressing grievances was adult-like. Or maybe it was the way Taehyung’s eyes brightened whenever you talked about something positive. It made you want to look for more things to be happy about, and that in itself, was childlike, you supposed.

But it was all one sided. After a long time of posing for him, you began to wonder if that was the deal: you’d express yourself for him while he’d express himself on paper. You figured it wasn’t a terrible trade, but as time went by you found it increasingly frustrating not to have any reciprocation on the same level. His artwork was always a reflection of you, and it left a huge mystery about who Taehyung really was inside.

Of course, you were never one to accept things as they were if you weren’t content with them, so you slowly learned how to better communicate with someone who was mute.

At first it annoyed you that he’d never answer your questions, no matter how simple or complex they were. Occasionally, if you asked him something that warranted an obvious “yes”, he’d look up from the canvas and smile with his eyes before returning to the task at hand. Those small notions were enough to hold you over until the next question arose. And it wasn’t as if you weren’t being heard, or seen, for that matter. His paintings of you proved quite the opposite.

Your painting sessions became like therapy, in a way. You always felt alleviated after posing for him, and over time, you came to depend on them. What started off as you warily stepping into his place with your bag clutched around your shoulder checking for hidden cameras and other red flags turned into you bursting in with two coffees in your hand already starting a story about your bitch of a boss. Taehyung found your workplace gossip hilarious, though you’d never know why. And overtime, his chuckle was also something you felt was like a small yet precious gift to you, another facet of the elusive painter who was still inspired by your body countless artworks later.

Taehyung and his cluttered studio.

They started off as something you didn’t want but definitely needed. You found it quite a drag to commute to his side of town regularly especially when you were in a foul mood most days. You often kicked yourself for agreeing to go.

Yet these days, it was quite the opposite. You had managed to make some serious headway with your anger management over the past few months, partly thanks to Taehyung for giving you a space to safely and comfortably talk through your turbulent thoughts and emotions. But now, you looked forward to paying him visits, not because you needed to vent, but because you wanted to see him. You wanted to find more peculiar things in his apartment, to notice something else about his personality that you hadn’t before, to be in his calming presence. Because just as he had plenty of time to stare at every inch of your body’s anatomy, you did so too. And boy, did you take advantage.

You had already been compiling a mental list of things about Taehyung you had noticed over time, intimate details that somehow set the cosmic scoreboard even for how intimately he was getting to know your naked body.

For example, he had a crinkle between his eyebrows when he focused on painting a particular part of you that was giving him trouble to grasp. When he was really focused, he’d jut his tongue out a bit and swipe his bottom lip. He often liked to run his fingers through his hair when leaning away from his portrait to gain some perspective. He always pursed his lips before smiling, as if showing amusement was somehow forbidden. And when he gave way to a smirk, it almost always bloomed into the widest boxiest smile you’d ever seen. His hair had more highlights in it than you cared to count, and he had a weird aversion to coasters. Dried rings on countertops all over his apartment served as unquestionable proof of.

You felt like you were finally starting to grasp what kind of person he was, though it still felt as if you were outside looking in. You wanted to know him like he knew you, but you weren’t sure it was possible to be let into someone’s heart that you’d never had a proper conversation with. It proved to be a very difficult thing. But when your efforts came to fruition, the recompence you felt was beyond words.

It was during a particularly shitty day, not because anything made you mad, but because the weather was god awful. Nonstop rain mixed in with cold weather and persistent winds made for a troublesome commute. And because of it, it took way longer to get to Taehyung’s place than normal. When he opened the door for you an hour after your agreed meetup time, his eyebrows shot up in surprise but nonetheless let you in. His hair was damp and his TV was on, two things you’d never seen before.

You had dropped your bag, coat and wet shoes at the door, hugging yourself and rubbing your arms as you walked further in. His heater was on, so you immediately went to go sit by it. You hadn’t realized your teeth were chattering until he brought you a steaming cup of coffee with a sympathetic look to boot. You took it from his hands gratefully and fixed your trembling fingers over the smooth ceramic, blowing the steam away before taking a tentative sip. Mmm, dark roast.

Taehyung looked over at his art supplies, his fingers twitching when his eyes landed on his recently cleaned brush, poised and ready on the lip of the easel. But when he looked back at you, he decided it was probably best not to have you take your clothes off right away. So he brought a blanket over to you and draped it over your shoulders before returning to his seat on the couch. He was watching a horror movie, which made you all the more curious about this strange boy that never talks. What kind of person watches horror movies alone?

The coffee, blanket and heater warmed you up rather quickly, and soon you had removed your socks and your sweater before settling in to watch the climax of the spooky film. You wanted to wait for him to suggest he still wanted to paint you, feeling perfectly content to just hang out like this. For the next half hour, you both took turns glancing at each other but missing eye contact as if this was a game of tag. You started smiling to yourself, wondering why today felt so different when you had already been meeting for months now.

You bit the inside of your cheek in contemplation before decidedly moving to sit next to him on the couch. He moved over to give you plenty of room before returning your smile politely, though there was an amused glint in his eyes that you hadn’t missed before he turned to give the television his undivided attention. You wondered if this sudden electricity between you both was all in your head. It’s not like you could ask him directly, or if you wanted to for that matter. It’d be embarrassing if he hadn’t developed a crush on you over these past few months as you had with him.

Yet as you sat on the same couch you had lounged in for months, you couldn’t help but wonder what if?

You swallowed thickly and your pulse quickened as you realized how close his hand was to you. It laid in between you both, flat against the cushion. You never noticed how pretty his hands were before now, taking in the light vans that ran up his arms stemming from his slender fingers, Your own fingers twitched before you slowly inched your hand forward nand placed it over his. Your eyes flitted towards him, regarding him warily. He had been watching the movie with his head leaning on his palm, and when your skin made contact, his eyes moved sideways, first taking in the intimate gesture then looking at you briefly before turning back to the television in what looked to be a bored expression.

Your bravery crumbled and you began moving your hand away, but he caught it in his before you could get away and then laced your fingers together. Your eyebrows shot up and you tried to hold back the huge smile on your face as you finished watching the movie with your hands joined in between you both. Taehyung couldn’t help but look over at you a few more times and grinning at the blush on your face, finding it cute how shy you were when it came to making a move.

When the movie had ended, you both sat quietly, playing with each other’s fingers, you giggling girlishly and him enjoying the sight of you being so flustered. Eventually the flashing of his phone screen from across the room caught his attention and he dropped your hand, much to your disappointment. You figured that was as much as you were going to get out of him today, so you began stripping as he busied himself typing away. When he returned to you, he was surprised to see you naked and posed, ready to be his muse again. You furrowed your brow and gestured toward the easel to which he shook his head slowly. Ah, I guess he doesn’t want to paint any more today.

“Sorry, I figured we were still doing that. Should I just go and come back next week?” Taehyung thought for a moment then shook his head again, coming to sit by you once more. “Then… what? You want to sit here and hold hands all day?” Taehyung quirked his brow at you, his lips pursing as he held back a smile. “You’re so frustrating sometimes you know.” This time he smiled and scratched the top of his head while looking at the floor, not offering any semblance of what his plans were.

It’d been a while before something miniscule got you worked up and angry like it used to, so you were surprised when the way his eyes seemed to roll away from you caused a switch inside of you to click. You were growing angrier by the second and you couldn’t seem to stop it.

You huffed as you yanked your top from the floor and pulled it on over your head. You reached for your underwear and kicked your legs through the holes as Taehyung sat and watched you with patient eyes.

“I mean, you could text me or something and let me know not to come over next time. I don’t live close by you know.” You huffed as you stood up to get your sweater that still laid serenely by the radiator. You weren’t looking forward to braving the wet and cold just after you had dried and warmed up.

But before you could march over to it, Taehyung firmly took hold of your wrist, causing you to spin on your heel.

“I’m sorry, don’t go.”

You ogled at him, looking at his lips for a while to see if they’d move again. You couldn’t believe he just talked aloud. When they didn’t, you looked up at his eyes in confusion. His expression was urgent, his pupils deep pools of sincerity that you could swim in forever. He was genuinely apologizing, though you felt there was no need. You already knew you were throwing a fit needlessly.

“…I…”

Taehyung slowly smiled, realizing it was your turn to be speechless. He tugged at your wrist, guiding you to sit on his lap. Your heart raced at the newfound proximity. You were now close enough to smell his bodywash which was enough to make your head swim if it wasn’t for the fact that Taehyung just spoke in the most rich and velvety voice you’d ever heard.

“I thought…you were mute.”

“Selective.” Taehyung held your gaze for a minute as his fingers brushed against the soft skin under your wrist, feeling your pulse thump furiously. You looked into his eyes with uneven breath as the realization hit. He was finally letting you in.

Suddenly you were leaning in, craving to experience the full extent of his emotions. And so he met you halfway, molding his soft lips around yours in a deep kiss that made your heart stop altogether.

His large hands took hold of your sides and held you tightly against him as he leaned in to savor your taste. His tongue swiped curiously against your lip so you parted your mouth, allowing him full access to it. You leaned back the more he leaned in, and eventually you were both laying down on the couch with him positioned on top of you, making out intensely. When he broke away panting, his lips were swollen and his eyes full of lusty haze. You didn’t get a chance to take his demeanor in fully, because his lips were back on you again except kissing at the skin of your neck instead, leaving marks along their journey to your collar bone. Each bruise was a paragraph of text written on your paper skin, each lick a compliment he longed to give you since the first time you took your clothes off for him.

It seemed as though for all that he lacked verbally, he more than compensated with touch and emotion.

His hands sneaked underneath your shirt and pulled it off of you before he gazed at your chest. You blushed, because although he’d seen your breasts countless times before, he’d never looked at them the way he was now. You felt like a clay statue he was breathing life into as his lips latched onto your buds, causing your back to lift off of the cushions. He was as good with his mouth as he was with his brush strokes.

You made quick work of his shirt, feeling all too eager to feel his burning skin on yours. His touch was setting you ablaze, and you found the dull ache in between your legs increasingly harder to ignore. You carded your fingers through his hair as he took his pants off impatiently. You’d have taken the opportunity to take your own underwear off, but something told you you’d enjoy it a lot more if he did it for you.

Taehyung leaned back on his heels, his eyes shooting downwards as you opened your legs tentatively. He furrowed his brow in concentration as he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your panties and slowly peeled them off of you as if he was opening a present. He licked his lips as he spread your legs wide before him, taking in your glistening sex from his vantage point. Suddenly he bit his lip and stood up, disappearing behind the couch momentarily. He returned with a condom and tore into the packet as you both looked at each other eagerly.

Finally, he sat in between your legs again, brushing his thumb against your reddened clit as he licked his lips. You didn’t want to wait for him anymore, so you sat up and took hold of his lips with yours again, guiding him down onto you and wrapping your legs around his waist. When he plunged inside of you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

He rocked his hips slowly at first and continued peppering your body with kisses and bites. Your nails dug into his back while he balanced himself on his elbows, his hands pushing away the hair from your face. When he kissed your lips again, your tongues swirled wildly, causing him to lose control and pick up the pace. You hissed and moaned, your hips coming up to meet him stroke for stroke.

And as his movements got increasingly rougher and more urgent, you lost yourself in them over and over again because now it was his turn to express himself.

Your sweaty bodies writhed against each other all afternoon, each moan of yours an appreciation of his affection towards you and each grown of his conveying a wordless confession.

Making love to Taehyung was like him having a conversation with your body. He knew all the right places to touch and when. He’d get so wrapped up and passionate during your afternoons spent together that he’d hardly seem like the same quiet man sitting across from you staring at a canvas for hours. He was rough yet gentle, persistent yet patient, truly in keeping with the enigma that he had always been to you.

And now, as you sat on the very same couch you both had made love on the first time and many times afterward, you found yourself eyeing him mischievously. It had been 20 minutes after he decided his painting wasn’t quite finished yet, and you were getting antsy.

He’d caught your look, and though a reaction didn’t register on his face, the growing bulge sitting pretty in between his legs was enough for you.

Your nipples were quickly hardening in the frigid air entering through the open window, though the reason for that wasn’t entirely attributed to the col temperature. Normally you were patient enough to wait until he was done, but today was stressful and you wanted so badly for him to help you relieve some of that stress.

So you didn’t bother holding back your joy when he finally stood up from his spot in the corner and sauntered over to you, giving you a disapproving look. You looked back at him apologetically, though you weren’t sure it translated well as you bit your lip lustfully at his approaching figure. He sighed, flicking one of your hardened nipples roughly. You let out a shaky breath to which he snickered as he pulled his shirt off over his head. This time it was his turn to bite his lips as you purposely spread your legs, giving him a full view of what he was capable of doing to you without so much as touching you.

He growled as he crawled onto the couch, groping your curves and dips as he contemplated how to punish you for being a fidgety model. You awaited eagerly with a shallow breath then squealed as he abruptly scooped you into his arms and off the couch. He brought you over to the windowsill and sat you down before kneeling in front of you and spreading your legs again. Your breath hitched in your throat at the first stroke of his tongue on your clit. Your hands gripped the edge of the windowsill as you scooted closer to the edge to give him better access to you. You made a mental note to interrupt his painting sessions more often.

“A-ah….Taehyung…” You moaned softly as he sucked lightly on your clit. His eyes watched you carefully as his tongue navigated your slick folds expertly. When you threw your head back as his tongue got closer to your entrance, he pushed the wet muscle inside and fucked you with his face, causing you to buck your hips onto him. Your head snapped back down, and your fingers latched onto his hair, guiding him in and out of you as you fucked his face. You were so close to cumming, but you needed a bit more. That’s when Taehyung replaced his tongue with two fingers, plunging them inside you and curling them upwards as he milked the orgasm from you. You hunched over, holding onto his head tightly as you came all over his mouth and fingers.

“Fuck…that was…” You panted and let go of him, allowing him to stand back up as he wiped the side of his mouth with his thumb. He smiled at you brightly, all semblance of disapproval gone from his angelic features. You brough him towards you and kissed him passionately, only then feeling the cold wind licking at your backside. You shivered, so he took your hand and led you off the windowsill.

He embraced you as you wrapped your arms around his midsection, holding you in silence for a few moments. Eventually, he tipped your chin up to stare into your eyes and gauge the rest of your sentence from what your eyes could give away. You looked back at him and smiled, feeling brave enough to ask him something that didn’t have a simple yes or no answer for once.

“What are you thinking?”

Taehyung looked down for a moment then took your hand in his. He brought you over to his easel and placed you in front of today’s painting, looking at your reaction carefully. You had expected to see yourself staring at the center of the page looking horny as ever.

But as you gazed at the painting, you saw a girl who was very much in love.

Your chest tightened and your eyes glistened. Turning towards Taehyung, you looked up at his wary eyes. He held his breath as his thumb stroked your knuckles, conveying more than you had ever expected him to be able to. And for once, you were glad there were no words.

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polin-erospsyche · 3 years

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The prompt number 16 is quite interesting lol 16. “Control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about.” Choose the ship/character you like :)

Hello! Ok, there are literally zero reasons as to why it took me a year to write this bloody thing except maybe that I had some not fun moments and also this literally never could have been written if I hadn’t waited this long. I don’t know if you’ll read it. You’ve probably forgotten about this in all fairness but if you do read it I hope you like it.

Also taking this opportunity to thank everyone for following me. I’m at 400 followers! This is insane. I’m not sure why you’re all following tbh but to celebrate I forced myself to finish this long overdue fic, hope you like it! Also disclaimer: I love all of the characters from TLH. I am aware of the existing debate around Matthew and Alastair and my writing in here does not represent my point of view. But I I decided to represent Matthew and his view in this way for story telling purpose. Please don’t come at me with gun blazing. If you do wanna talk, we can, but in peace 😊💕

Somewhere Where Our Shadows Meet, It Feels Like Coming Home -

a Fairdale one-shot (is that even their brotp name???)

This was the fifth time James was rereading the passage of the book he had picked up. It was no use. Each time he finished the page he had already forgotten the beginning. His mind was foggy with a multitude of thoughts. Thoughts about Lucie and her strange dalliance with a boy who used to be a ghost, about Grace which inevitably led to unsolicited questions on his own identity, and, as much as he tried not to think about it, thoughts of Matthew and Cordelia. He really did not enjoy these last kinds of thoughts. He couldn’t help but imagine what kind of relationship could have blossomed between the two during their trip to Paris. He knew how Matthew felt, but when it came to Cordelia, he had no single clue. He constantly wondered as to whether she hated or loved him. Daring to hope that he hadn’t ruined everything. Just for that hope to vanish the next second because there was no possible way he did not ruin it. And even if ever decided to ask her, he would have no idea how to approach the topic without sounding like an arrogant bastard.

James let out a long breath, rolling his shoulders, trying to let go of the tension. He was pretty sure that if he ventured to look at himself in the mirror that was hung above the chimney, he would see huge dark circles beneath his eyes. Circles which color could rival the color of London’s night sky. A result of many nights plagued by bad dreams and worry. During some of those sleepless nights, James had gone to Cordelia’s room. The first time it was under the pretext of looking for books. Her room had been full of her personal belongings. A bottle of perfume on her vanity table, an evening dress carefully laid out on the chaise longue, a copy of Majun and Layla on her bedside table. So many little pieces of who Cordelia was scattered in a room she had run away from. She hadn’t been back to Curzon street since that night. Upon arriving in London, she had decided to move back with her mother using the excuse of the soon-to-be new baby’s arrival. James kept going to her home though, eventually admitting to himself that he did so because of the smell of Jasmin that lingered. It was the closest thing he had to a semblance of her presence in the house. It was a soft smell that grounded him. It was also a heady smell that reminded him of the sweetness he had lost.

He shook himself out of thoughts of her. Something he had gotten quite good at to be fair, considering how many times he thought of her in the span of a day. Pushing himself up from the table he was leaning against, he closed the book he was reading, giving up on understanding it, and made his way to the window. Outside the sky was tinged in pastel colors drawing the day to a close. James would slowly make his way back home. He would rehash the day, come up with new plans to wake his sister from her deep sleep, find out that these plans would fail again come morning, and finally decide that he would need to eat a bite because going to bed with an empty stomach was just not advisable. His parents had offered for him to stay at the Institute with them but James had refused. He preferred the calm and silence of Curzon Street. He found that the bittersweet cloak that covered his house was, in some ways, almost reassuring. Maybe he was going insane. Just when he was ready to go bid his goodnight to his family, he heard the doors of the library open wide behind him and slammed shut again.

“Did you know?” Matthew growled. James might have thought that he himself had gone slightly deranged chasing down the smell of Jasmin throughout his home, but at least he did not look half as unhinged as Matthew looked right this instant. Matthew’s eyes were wide, his pupils dilated, and his fist clenched so tight his knuckles were turning white.

“Are you alright?” James asked, keeping an even tone.

“Did you know?”

“Know what?”

Matthew took a few strides in James’ direction. His stare holding James’ gaze in place as if daring James to contrary him. “Did you know about Thomas?”

“Um yes,” James nodded, a sly smile playing on his lips. “I do know Thomas.” At that Matthew narrowed his eyes and almost seemed as if he was trying hard not to grind his teeth. Noted. Attempts at humor and alleviating the situation were not going to work. “What about him?” James tried again. His smile replaced by a serious gaze.

“Did you know about Alastair?” Matthew asked, almost spatting out Alastair’s name.

James took a few steps back, reinstating the much-needed personal space for such a conversation. James did know about Alastair, but only because Thomas had looked so miserable and James had pried so insistently that Thomas had had no choice but to give up his well-kept secret. James had understood, sometimes you couldn’t choose who you fell in love with. Sometimes you fell in love with something that only you saw in the other person. Love was usually shrouded in mystery this way, best not to question how it worked. Obviously, by the look of things, Matthew did not agree.

“Please sit down,” James pointed to one of the green velvet armchairs. “I’ll pour you a drink.” James said, making his way to the stash of liquor in one of the dark wooden commodes. James had always wondered what kind of people, for what kind of situation kept alcohol in the library of all rooms. It always seemed to him that a secret stash of tea would have been more appropriate. Now he understood what kind of situation required people to put alcohol in every room, even if it was just one abandoned bottle of Parkmore. “Is Whiskey alright?” James turned his head in Matthew’s direction.

“So you knew?” Matthew answered, seemingly in a staring competition with the mustard yellow wallpaper in front of him. “He told you?”

Whiskey it would be for a total lack of all other present choices James thought as he started to pour a glass.

Matthew kept going on his verbal onslaught towards the wallpaper. In all fairness mustard yellow was a color that could potentially enrage everyone. “How can he? It’s Alastair that we are talking about. It’s not as if there wasn’t any other man in London that Thomas couldn’t have a fling for.”

James very much doubted that a fling could start to describe Thomas’s feelings for Alastair. However, seeing how Matthew was nearly spitting out every single one of his words, he thought it safer not to share this piece of information.

“Matthew, please calm down and control your anger or you’ll have me to worry about.” James handed the glass to Matthew, which he waved away.

“No, thank you. I don’t drink.”

James squinted. “Since when?”

“Since Paris.”

James couldn’t help but feel a pinch in his chest at the mention of Paris. Paris city of lights, city of lovers. An escape his friend had taken with the only girl James had ever, truly, loved since he was barely old enough to understand the concept. It was a wondrous thing how much pain a single word could hold.

“What a strange place to decide to stop drinking.” James took a sip of the honey-colored liquid, trying to hide his hurt to the best of his ability.

“Cordelia asked me to. That was her condition for coming with me.”

James did not want to go in the general direction of a conversation that involved Cordelia. Especially not if that conversation was with Matthew. He had written a letter. James had understood. He slightly had the urge to strangle his best friend for going with her; for loving her; he did not quite know. But that was it. They hadn’t spoken of Paris nor of Cordelia together and that was for the best. Neutral conversations were for the best, they could avoid the hurt and the blame, and if James let it come to that again who knew what would be next. Yet he couldn’t help but ask.

“Why did you leave?”

Matthew turned to James, his anger receding ever so slightly. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” A beat, a choice to either keep going or retreat before it is too late. A beat, a choice to see where this could go “why did you go to Paris?”

“You owe me an answer first. Did you know about Alastair?”

“Yes.”

“How could you not tell me?”

“You weren’t here Matthew.” James’ voice almost broke, almost. “How was I supposed to tell you anything?”

James had wanted to throw so much more at Matthew’s face. Throw words that he wouldn’t be able to take back. He had been feeling so alone. So utterly lost after Grace’s admission. After Cordelia’s departure. He had needed his best friend. He had wanted to tell him so much, to figure it all out with him. To have Matthew hold him at times when he didn’t know if he could hold it up together and tell him, simply, that he believed in him. But Matthew hadn’t been in London. He had been in Paris. Happy. With Cordelia.

“And you accept it?” Matthew asked, carefully studying James.

“I guess it depends on what we are talking about. In any case,” James turned away from the fireplace to look at his friend. “why are you so against it if it makes Thomas happy?”

“I don’t know. Maybe because Alastair doesn’t deserve to be loved?”

“Maybe it is more about deserving a second chance rather than deserving of love. Maybe it is about getting a chance to fix your mistakes. Surely no one is worthless of that.”

“Sometimes the mistakes are too big to fix.” Matthew shrugged, breaking eye contact.

“Is that why you ran away?” The question was asked so softly as if asked any louder and James would be terrified to see Matthew run away again. James wasn’t sure he could bear it, no matter how much frustration towards Matthew he still felt.

“I didn’t run.” Matthew shook his head. His gaze far and distant as if in another land, in a shadow realm. “I took a train, there’s a difference. And I left because of Cordelia.”

James had an inkling he hadn’t left because of Cordelia but rather Cordelia had followed in a desperate pursuit to drown both of their sorrows in the glamour of a city like Paris. After all, Paris was so similar to Matthew, it was no wonder he had chosen it. At the surface, both were golden and shining like a polished jewel box. Once that jewel box was open, however, shadows, pain, and sadness would pour out like a damn breaking loose.

“I never thought you’d try to run away from me.” James knelt in front of Matthew, his knees landing on the soft midnight blue carpet. “That one day, I’d become a part of the shadows that you try to outrun.”

Matthew turned around so fast and reached for James’ face. His green eyes were darker than usual. “You’re not my shadows, Jamie Bach. You’re my home. You are the reason why I still believe I’m worth being forgiven for.” He said those words like a damned man dying for a confession, following blindly a faith he held so dear to his heart, hoping that that faith could be his saving grace. James understood that he had become that faith.

“Forgiven for what?” James asked.

“I can’t tell you.”

“It’s me, Matthew. What is so bad that you cannot tell me?”

“I can’t tell you because I’m afraid. I need you to stay with me. I need you to believe that I am good, even if it means that you believe in a lie.”

“Matthew …”

“If you keep choosing me and believing in me,” Matthew interrupted. If he couldn’t finish now, he never would. “then maybe I can believe that I am no monster.”

“You are not a monster, you are my parabatai.”

James felt like they were back on that bridge, at night, so close to being let in in Matthew’s secrets. Back then James hadn’t been in control of himself, he hadn’t known what was happening to him. He had lost his chance. It would not happen again. It could not happen again. James was so tired of walking a frayed rope line with Matthew, guessing at hinted truths. Being someone’s constant north took work and time and effort but because it was Matthew, James could do it. He would always do it and he needed Matthew to know that as clearly as they both knew that one day would come when they would both cross the other side together. Because after all, that was what it had always been about. Despite shadows and lies and deceptions and miscommunication, they would always be together. So James continued.

“Do you know what that means? It means that I made a promise to you. I said entreat me not to leave thee, for wither thou goest, I will go. If aught but death part thee and me. I will not leave. No matter what you’ve done, I will stand by you, because that is the choice that I have made. That I still make. There is not a thing in this world that you could have done that would make me stop loving you, calon fy enaid.”

Matthew looked up at James and teased “Does that mean that you accept my feelings for Cordelia?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I must say, I don’t think I’m her type. It’s a pity, really.” Some strands of Matthew’s hair fell in his eyes as he shook his head. James could see the old Matthew again. The carefree one that balanced out his own shadows so well. The one he would choose and forgive a thousand times over because he too was his home.

“Matthew.”

“All right, all right.” Matthew threw his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender. “I just … wish you could promise that I would not lose you.”

“I promise.”

“You can’t promise something you don’t know.” Matthew said before he started to talk about his own misbeliefs that had led to a terrible accident. James listened and did not judge and stayed long in the night after Matthew had said everything that had weighted so heavy on his heart for so long. And somewhere, under the warm light of oil lamps and next to a warm fire, the frayed rope between the two started to mend and James could only describe the feeling as one of coming home.

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[ Wake him up ]

(Satan’s affection +5)

Satan was unbelievably adorable when he's half-asleep. The hand you reached out to him is currently being nuzzled. If he purred right there, you were quite sure that you would lose it.

"Wake up, Satan!"

He didn't budge. It took consecutive pokes on his cheek for his eyes to open, green eyes peeking and demanding sleep.

"I would love to let you sleep some more, but we'll be locked out if we stay here any longer."

He nodded in his half-asleep state and reached out for your hand to hold it and to stand back up properly. Rubbing his eyes, he let out the cutest yawn that made your heart melt.

"Why are you smiling like that?" You heard him stutter out, knowing the reason completely. The tinge of pink on his cheeks was telling.

"Nothing~"

…and the mischievousness of your replies were also telling of your intent. He pinched your cheeks to avenge his past self. He frowned when he saw you were unfazed.

“Oh! There’s the janitor!” You beamed, bright and cheeky compared to the dark and dreary sky blanketing the ambiguous beginnings of the evening. Satan was more annoyed at you than indignant, truthfully not having the strength nor the will to get angry at you because of the cursed feeling called love that seemed to make you his every exception. You seemed to know this very fact, he couldn't help but surmise, for you seemed to always be testing the extents of those feelings. Whether it was intentional or not did not matter. It wouldn't change the feelings that you stir in his heart.

“Show me your phone!”

See? Even his shouting was more levelled than he wanted. You were a hard person to hate.

"How about no? MY. WALLPAPER. NOW~”

You saw the surly janitor’s lips twitch at your antics--well look at that, he can actually smile! And all it took was a stolen picture of your sleeping cat boy!

The “chase” continued even as you exited RAD, out of breath and laughing all the way home. You were hugged from behind as soon as you stopped to catch your breath. There was annoyance in his face as you looked up, which you returned with a toothy grin that vanished immediately on your face as he closed the distance between you. By the time he was satisfied, your lips were sore and red. Not that you mind—

“!!!”

The alarming noise you both heard however, did. You looked at each other with confused expressions, and you were the first person to ask him,

“Did you hear that?”

Satan signalled you to keep your voice down as he nodded. “It came from your room.”

Weird. You were sure you locked your room. But as you strained your ears to hear more, you did hear something. Whoever it was definitely didn’t have discretion as their priority. You were sure they knocked down the stack of books you just organised that morning, for you heard them curse as if they were buried in its sheer amount. Satan had been hanging around you lately, so some of his items were still there.

“I think I have an idea on who it is.”

Oh? You didn’t want to believe it, but it seems that he was the only possibility. As Satan opened the door, you had mixed feelings when you and your thief locked eyes. Books were strewn on the floor, and he too was somewhat caught in all the clutter, holding Satan’s beloved gift to you in utmost care. You heard Mammon curse when he looked up to see both of you. His deep blue eyes were laced with surprise.

“I-I can explain!” He struggled to get out from the stack of books burying him underneath. “It ain’t what it looks like--!”

“Really?” Satan bent down and plucked a singular flower from the bouquet, twisting its stem with his fingers. “This particular breed of carnations costs a lot of money if you sell it on Akuzon. Even a single flower can give you a small fortune.”

If he was aware of how extravagant his gift was, then why must he let you carry it in public? It was embarrassing!

“Tell me, Mammon.” Satan barred the only exit to your room with cold eyes. “How did you get in here?” You can feel Satan’s murderous aura from your side. If you won’t stop him now, you weren’t sure what will happen. So you did what any desperate not-lover would…and held his hand.

!!!

Satan looked surprised and turned to you with flushed cheeks. “Must you do this at a time like this?” He stuttered, ultimately betraying his words as he squeezed your hand back. His anger had finally subsided, his tone more subdued that you couldn’t help but sigh in relief.

“We need to hear him out.” You reasoned, pleading him with your eyes.

“Even if the evidence is glaring?” Satan frowned further, so you pacified him again with a squeeze to his hand.

“Anger wouldn’t solve this.” He looked hurt at your words so you had to clarify your meaning. “Mammon has a right to explain himself. I knew him long enough to be sure that he wouldn’t steal from me without reason.” And looking back on it...despite his not-so-sterling reputation, Mammon never did steal things from you. It was incredibly strange of him to sneak around your room like this in the first place. You looked up at Satan and smiled reassuringly. “Thank you for getting angry for my sake.”

Satan sighed heavily in relent. “You’re way too lenient on him. But you’re right. Thank you too for calming me down.”

Your beloved Avatar of Wrath had a lot of complicated feelings with regards to his representative sin—and while you couldn’t grasp it in its entirety yet, you were hopeful that you would understand him deeper as your relationship progressed. What you only knew now was that you didn’t want him to feel saddened by being branded only for his anger when you can see how painfully he struggled to set himself apart from it. The Satan you knew was awkward, yet thoughtful and gentle and kind.

“Anytime.” You kissed his knuckles as you let go, bending down to help Mammon get out from the book pile.

You...couldn't read Mammon's expression (as weird as it was). He usually had his heart on his sleeve, but somehow...it felt like he was trying desperately to hide something.

“Thanks…” Mammon’s words were almost a whisper as he clutched the bouquet to his chest.

“So—“

“I—!” Mammon interrupted, but stopped his words prematurely, looking at Satan, then at you, then at Satan again.

“…I didn’t steal nothin’!”

“Then, may I ask why you were here?”

“!!!”

He looked uncomfortable, but you pressed on. You didn’t want to be suspicious of him, but Satan had a point too.

“…Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Yes, Mammon. What do you mean by maybe?” (Satan)

Sataaaaaaaan! Oh, of course he didn’t look angry. He was definitely holding back for your sake, but you can still feel the venom in his words.

Oh, there it was. Your beloved, transparent, exasperating yet endearing old friend. You felt relieved to see him back again. It was odd seeing Mammon so solemn.

“MAYBE I WAS ACTUALLY GONNA SELL IT! HAPPY?!” That exasperating yet endearing old friend said, clutching the flowers tighter to his person. His admittance however, only worsened the situation.

The smile on Satan’s face was unsettling. It reminded you of that one old school movie that coined a certain term in a certain website.

“You heard him.” He turned to you with that same, plastic smile.

You did hear him. There was definitely a reason behind it—a reason he didn’t seem to be comfortable sharing with his brother, but you still couldn’t help your disappointment. Perhaps you were lenient on him as Satan said, but you justified your leniency by telling yourself that that was just him being him, and you cared for him as a friend so you should let it pass. But now that you were finally on the receiving end of his stealing agenda, a sense of clarity only brought by experience started to dawn on you: there were no heroes nor villains in this situation. Mammon’s brothers had every right to get angry at Mammon for his stealing habits, and Mammon had every right to find their treatment of him despite it all unfair. So where should you, a neutral party, stand? Do you chime in at their (oftentimes) harsh criticisms of Mammon’s character, or must you call out their unfair prejudice?

“I understand,” You found yourself saying despite not understanding your almost instinctual replies entirely; only filtered out by your desire for objectivity. You looked up at Mammon and decided to be honest with him.

“I’m disappointed in you.” You saw him shrink from where he stood, yet the firmness of his hold on the bouquet indicated that he didn’t regret his actions. “But, I want to understand why you were desperate enough to do this. You’ve never done this before, after all.”

Mammon’s eyes looked almost watery as he bit his lip and nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“I accept your apology.” You said your next sentence a lot softer: words only meant for Mammon to hear. “You have your reasons, don’t you?”

Mammon gulped as he locked eyes with a still-smiling Satan, whose sinister look already foretold his doom. Your attempts to negotiate with his blond harbinger of death ended in failure.

“I’m afraid I can’t just let this pass. He deserves to be punished for this and you can’t tell me otherwise.”

Ah. Mammon already gave up. You saw the light in his eyes fade as he smiled at you in defeat.

“Satan!”

“Fine. I’ll consider giving him a lighter punishment for your sake.”

“Sataaaan.”

“I promise to give him a lighter punishment for your sake.”

Well, that was the best you can do. At least that brought back a bit of colour on Mammon’s face. You could only hope for the best now.

stn

I’ll be late. Don’t wait for me.

Texting Lucifer about your worries only made the situation worse.

Lucifer

Frankly, I think it’s about time you would stop coddling him. He would be punished accordingly.

You

its not that i dont understand. i just think satan is going too far. mammon never did this to me before

Lucifer

Never means eventually in Mammon’s vocabulary and you know that.

You

i don’t. i believe in mammon. he’s the guardian demon you assigned for me, after all.

You

don’t get me wrong. im definitely disappointed. in fact, im very upset right now. im beginning to understand your perspective now. it doesn’t change the fact that i still care for mammon though.

Lucifer

…fine. I’ll see to it that any punishment he receives would be…fair in human standards.

You

thank you! oh! satan is with you right now, isn’t he?

Lucifer

Yes. Do you want to relay a message?

You

yea. he isn’t answering my texts so could you please ask him what he meant by “confiscating my bouquet?”

Lucifer

…

You

Lucifer?

Lucifer

...you will know soon.

You

???

Lucifer

Get some rest. Good night.

END

Weeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiird. Even the twins who whisked you away from your room were also acting strange.

Any questions about the meaning behind their surreptitious glances and conspiratorial remarks were answered with seemingly oblivious offers of playing several rounds of Devilkart with you in Levi’s room.

“NO! THEY CAN’T GO IN!”

If you would ever be allowed to enter, that is. He was still angry over what happened with your pop-up café plans(which he had every right to do so). You weren’t expecting to be forgiven, so you shouldn’t really feel too disappointed and hurt that he was acting so distantly with you again. You deserved it, after all.

“I’m sorry, Levi—“

…the door was slammed at your face once the twins were let in. It didn’t hurt you as you were able to back away before the impact, but a portion of your heart seemed to have taken some damage. With bitten lips, you let your palms rest against the door, hoping your words were getting through him.

“I’m really sorry…” Somewhere along the way, you found that you stopped trying to make up with him. You had been so comfortable with each other that the fact that he was acting distant with you again never seemed to dawn on your mind until now. You thought he just needed more time, more space…but perhaps you should have tried harder.

“Sorry, Beel. Belphie. I’ll just get some sleep for tonight.”

You heard someone shout. A strong force pulled you inside—enough to make you lose your balance and stumble upon the closest person on your vicinity. He was still holding your hand, his eyes wincing at the pain of the impact. He looked like he hadn’t slept for days.

“Levi! Are you okay?”

You hurriedly got off him and offered your hand. He looked at it for a while before reluctantly taking it to stand, eyes glued on the floor.

“Lucifer told us you can stay here for tonight.”

“Oh…” You sounded disappointed.

“He’s really worried about you.” Beel suddenly chimed in, handing you your usual Devilkart controller. “Maybe he’s just embarrassed to make up with you.”

“Can’t we just start already? I’m getting sleepy.” Belphie added, yawning to prove his point.

“You’re worried? For what?”

“!!!” Levi’s face suddenly turned really red. Any attempt to cover his flushed face was futile.

“Is it because you heard I was stumped with so much work?”

“!!!”

“Are you the one who gave me snacks in the break room?”

Ah, he wasn’t looking anymore. His face was now completely covered by his hands. The tip of his ears were also dyed in that lovely colour.

You felt warm all over. Something was stinging your eyes and causing them to close. Before you knew it, you were tackling him on the ground again, relieved. Happy—the last thing you’d ever want to happen is to lose such an important friend.

“I’m so sorry, Levi! So much just happened and—!”

“I know.” His hand hovered over your back, reluctant for contact. “But next time, tell me in advance. I don’t want to read through those text walls of apologies again!”

“Sorry…”

Where would you even begin to tell him? So much had happened since your fight. Perhaps you can start with a round of Devilkart? Sometimes, games and hobbies were the best form of communication after all. And you knew for sure that you weren’t the only one who missed gaming nights together.

“Get off. Your snot is getting all over me.”

“Okayyyy.”

“Matchups are decided with rock, paper scissors. We’ll start after you wash your face.”

“Okayyyyyy.”

You heard him complain about his back as he returned to his seat and looked over you. It was such a relief to see his face again.

“Hey Henry?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s nice to see you back.”

Smiling, you told him, “Me too.”

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pink - j.jh | 127 color series ❀

❀ pink - nct127 color drabble series ❀ jung jaehyun x fem!reader ❀ genre - fluff ❀ word count - 633 ❀ listen to - honesty by pink sweat$ ❀ synopsis - pink is a delicate color that represents anything sweet, playful, charming, tenderness, and nice. the valentine boy will always have your heart. ❀ a/n: hi this is author doie❀! I hope you enjoy this color series! these are my original moodboards and are watermarked! im okay with people using them for wallpapers, but pls don’t reupload them as your own!! thank you hehehehe!!

Jung Jaehyun, even his name sounded pretty and coated in absolute gushy pink glitter. His name could be found in every pink, tattered spiral notebook with hearts drawn around it. The Valentine Boy ran through every girls’ minds, but who truly knew who he thought about?

Your heart throbbed thinking about your crush. He brought out your rosy thoughts without much effort. You applied a million coats of bubblegum lip gloss in hopes it would catch his eye. You died everyday in your own sweet scent of strawberry perfume.

Jaehyun made you feel pink. Cheerful. Sweet. Charmed. Appreciated. You couldn’t tell if you were naturally like this. He brought out these unseen sides of you, colored within your lines with a sharp baby pink colored pencil.

“Princess, you’re zoning out.” Jaehyun waved his hand in your face, his deep dimple appeared from a small grin. You perked up, and registered the nickname he referred to you as. A soft tingle unknowingly spread across your supple cheeks from embarrassment and shyness.

Jaehyun carefully brushed a loose strand out of your face and placed it behind your ear. “What’s going on in your pretty little head?” His voice was sweet like cotton candy, or frosting that topped a cupcake.

“Nothing. How was your date last night?” You sighed, and continued with your project in front of you. Jaehyun’s eyes still lingered on your closed off posture.

There was a comfortable silence that you mutually shared. However, you looked up when he left your question hanging. Jaehyun was simply admiring your glossy pink pout that paired with the softness in your eyes.

“Pink looks good on you.” Jaehyun playfully referred to the flush on your face, as if he could feel your warmth too. He was glittering in the late afternoon sun. His skin was smooth, the only pigment being a pink that fell on his cheekbones. “Let’s just say it’s better to have a natural connection, like you and me.”

He reached across the table to hold the tips of your fingers. Jaehyun couldn’t stop himself from holding some part of you, since he knew your heart was too fragile in his hands. But, he couldn’t think of another feeling that felt this perfect. “So why even entertain those girls?”

Jung Jaehyun. The man that was made with sugar and spice, and everything nice. Him, who carried the most delicate smile and touches. You peered down to see his sleeve ride up and the pink beads that wrapped around his wrist tightly, your birthday gift to him.

“You’re the only one on my mind, baby.” He only spoke words that held truth. He promised to treasure every waking moment you two shared, not a second less. “C’mon, let me walk you home before the sun sets.”

He was entirely infatuated with all of you. Your thoughtless actions caused a gushy feeling to erupt in his chest. It had to be you. No one else made him feel the way you did. He craved your sweetness, like a silly boy addicted to candy.

He couldn’t express these feelings and at many times, you left him speechless. With you, he didn’t have an expectation to live up to. You were always there, always so patient with him. If it was you, he wasn’t afraid to fall in love.

He helped you pack your things. He swung his strap on his shoulder coolly, before extending his hand for you to take. Your fingers found itself in the mess of his own, and he strutted by your side with the most charming smile, the lines of his face creating a masterpiece.

As you two walked outside, the sky had turned a mixture of a lavender complemented by pink scattered clouds. Looking over at Jaehyun, the dewy, hazy pink made him look absolutely stunning. Hand in hand, Jaehyun made you feel pink.

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Hamefura Idol AU! (part 2)

Here’s a completely unrelated Katarina idol art by @Sangotofura on twitter!

This is a continuation of my first post, the one that is more of an overview of the original FL game and the original descriptions of the characters. I don’t know if I want to write a story for this, since again this is just an excuse to draw, but I’m really having fun with expanding the alternate version of the world of hamefura.

It’s a lot of fun to rewrite hamefura’s story to fit in an idol setting, so I hope you guys don’t mind if I write a bit more for my dumb au dhjgfjs

More tidbits about the ‘Game’:

The game’s name, Fortune Lover: Cinderella Idol! or “Fortune Lover”, is read as “for-tune lover” by the fans (get it? tune?? pls laugh). The ‘F’ of the name is written as a fortissimo.

In the setting for Fortune Lover, the entertainment industry is the biggest industry of all time, with music being the most popular form. It has been like this for decades, and as time progressed, people’s tastes and expectations of music evolved, leading to the creation and popularity of idols.

Idol-Producers are a new project that is testing the capabilities of a idol teen, observing how their involvement in their own success can impact how they manage their time and how they can bring the absolute best out of themselves, on their own. Maria is the first idol who will be testing this new style. She is still a producer to herself, the boys, and even Sophia and Mary if you choose to have them join you. Despite being an idol, they still call Maria their “producer” and treats her like one.

The characters in the game are in 3D CG, as the game includes the dance choreography or “MV Mode” if you perfect the score of the rhythm game.

While Katarina’s bullying isn’t really death threatening, it’s more in line with the petty kind like verbal threats, sabotaging Maria’s idol clothes and stage equipment, paying someone to mess up her tracks during performances, badmouthing her infront of tv show producers and hosts, and stuff like that.

Katarina’s bullying isn’t as bad as it is in the original otome game, but she gets shunned by the public because behavior like that is only supposed to be done behind the curtains. The public has such a pure and honest perception of idols that they never think of the idea that the girls who smile and sing on stage actually try to stab each other in the back when the stage lights are off. Some people think that Katarina’s character is just a persona, so knowing that she is actually an ignorant and arrogant rich girl idol-wannabe, her fans lose respect for her. Katarina’s harassment of Maria is one of the few cases that are brought to light by the end of the game, and because of how much the public loves Maria by that point, they are enraged by Katarina’s behavior, making her lose support on all sides

Katarina had been in love with Gerald ever since they were children, and while Gerald has always been a popular boy among both his peers, when she found out Gerald was going to be an idol, she disliked the idea of sharing her beloved Gerald to a huge audience of people, so she became an idol to stand alongside him and to make herself worth of him by charming him as as an idol and gaining a large following herself. Despite this, Katarina didn’t strive too hard to be a talented idol, as she was too confident on herself due to the pampering of her parents.

Even if the player doesn’t desire to romance any of the four boys, given how the game is written and how it is programmed, the boy with the highest relationship points with Maria will confess to her by the end of the game. It would be impossible to not interact and gain points with the boys, as you gain relationship points in most areas of the games (when you “practice” your characters, when you “play” their songs, when you “give” them new clothes, when you “converse” with them in story mode, etc.). In the event that there are two characters with the exact same amount of points, the game will choose a boy for you.

Sorcier Pro.’s current president is Geoffrey Stuart (for reasons that will make sense someday)

Katarina-Gerald and Mary-Alan aren’t engaged in this au, but are constantly in each other’s presence due to most powerful bussinessmen and celebrities being good friends with each other.

Each girl has a specialty in a certain area: Katarina with dancing, Sophia with singing, Mary with acting/drama, and Maria (according to the official description of her in the box) with fashion coordination. Maria can be seen as more of a jack of all trades though, as she does represent the player.

While any of the boys can trigger the condemnation event that will lead to Katarina’s social suicide, the event is specifically associated with Keith and Gerald due to the severity of her presence and bullying if you have high relationship points with the two. With Alan and Nicole, Katarina’s event only happens for a few lines, but for Keith and Gerald, it takes place in complete detail, with it’s own animated cutscene.

Gerald’s route is also the most popular among the fans, with community surveys reporting that 53% of the game’s player base had Gerald as their final chosen love interest ( 25% with Keith, 12% with Nicol and 10% with Alan)

Monkey Girl/Past-Life Katarina

Since Maria’s name can’t be change in the game, but you can give her a “nickname” that represents the username of the player, Past-life Katarina’s name in the game is “SaruP” (or “Monkey producer” lol)

Saruchan (Monkey Girl) dies before she could finish her playthrough of the game, and all of her knowledge is based on her idol-expert best friend Acchan. She’s a bit tomboyish, and she loves to climb trees and move freely without a hint of poise or shyness, and is friendly to all genders. Her love for climbing, running, gardening with her grandma, and never ending amounts of energy gave her a pretty strong, flexible, agile and energetic body.

In Saruchan’s world, idols do exist, but aren’t portrayed in the cutesy and exaggerated manner that fiction does. Though it’s no surprise to know that in her world, almost every girl had dreamed to become an idol at one point, even herself. Acchan doesn’t find the idea interesting though, as she only lives for the idealized version of idols that exist in fiction. Acchan explains that girls their age are being brainwashed by the idealized version of idols that are presented in the media that they consume, and that they should wake up and learn to enjoy the fictional idols as they are. Despite Acchan’s realistic disapproval of idol fantasies, she does love playing idol rhythm games and gacha games, and spends her allowance on getting DLC costumes for Maria in FL. Acchan even pre-ordered tickets for herself and Saruchan for an idol concert featuring the VA of the characters, that they were supposed to attend to on the day that Saruchan dies.

She dies the game way: on her way to school and being killed by a truck that runs her over.

The last thing Saruchan sees before she loses consciousness forever is the wallpaper of the game’s boxart from her phone screen as it flies out of her hands.

My Next Life as an ‘Idol’?? All Routes Lead to Doom!!!

As usual, Katarina ends up remembering her future as an 8 year old kid, and plans to prepare for her future “banishment” and humiliation. She learns to farm in order to provide for herself once she gets shunned and retreats to the countryside, and (unknowingly) meets all the characters in the game and gains their good favor before the events of the game begins.

Her head bump still happens with Gerald, but their encounter happened in a party rather than an engagement meeting, with her tripping over a rock as she decides to run to the young man in order to introduce herself. Such introductions never got past beyond their names and few exchanges of dialogue, as the bump occurred and Katarina was immediately brought to the hospital after he called for help.

Being a girl who wanted to be an idol at one point, Katarina wanted to use this chance to fulfill her dream of becoming one! But knowing the fate that will await her, (public humiliation, isolation, and banishment to some degree) she tries to figure out ways to avoid ruining her future.

While not as bad as death, Katarina is aware that the ending of the game implies that the blemished opinion that everyone will gain of her will lead to her leading a miserable life; one that will prevent her from gaining new allies and even studying in peace without being made fun of or called out for. It might even ruin her marriage prospects, for all she knows (it doesn’t but she’s too stupid to know that). The stakes of the bad ending aren’t life threatening, but it is personal, as Katarina always dreamed of becoming an idol as a teen and doesn’t like the idea of being able to enjoy it for a few months only to be dragged down to hell right afterwards.

The Claes is a wealthy family known for her father’s knowledge and skills when it comes to trades and business, and for her mother’s beautiful opera singing voice and celebrity presence. As usual, Katarina’s father adopts Keith for the purpose of gaining a direct heir for the business, in fear that Katarina’s future significant other might just to interested in her to gain it.

Katarina’s plan is to learn how to farm in order to be able to support herself after her banishment, give Keith lots of love so he doesn’t end up becoming a playboy like in the game, and to train herself in dancing and singing in order to not embarrass herself like the original Katarina did. After meeting Gerald again and realizes his weakness, she eventually prepares (or buys, since the setting is modern) toy snakes that she can use to surprise him whenever the condemnation event occurs, using his shocked and panicked reaction as a way to distract the media from the claims that will surely fall upon her (since no one would have expected the calm and collected Gerald Stuart to scream like a girl at the sight of a toy snake, right? That would stay in the headlines for weeks! maybe).

As a kid, she has private singing tutors, and takes more general singing classes when she gets older. She doesn’t have dance training as a kid, but she does like to exercise and move her body around, so it slowly turned into the stamina-filled flexible body that she is used to.

Katarina and Keith - Their meeting and impressions are mostly the same, which the difference being that Katarina used a display axe above a fireplace to break down the door, and Keith got her injured by accidentally pushing her off a pretty high cliff in the Claes grounds while they were both running and playing chase (rather than being isolated for dangerous Earth Magic, Keith as a child was a clutz who attracted danger to everyone around him, making his older brothers make fun of him for being “cursed”).

Katarina showers him with love, making him affectionate towards his step sister, in the same as he was in the original material.

When Keith finds out about Katarina’s desire to train to become an idol, he is very supportive of her, and decides to train with her in order to be able to stand by his sister on stage (as well as to generally gain the same interests as her in order to guarantee that they will stay close as they age). The contrast being that instead of becoming an idol to gain the adoration of millions of nameless faces, he now wants to become an idol to gain the love and attention of a single person, which is Katarina uwu.

Katarina and Gerald - Gerald eventually attempts to visit Katarina to apologize for the incident, expecting her to blame him for what happened, given the personality she showed him. He was shocked to find a scar on her forehead, farming while wearing a farmer’s attire despite coming from a wealthy and esteemed family, singing and dancing to a song as she waters her vegetables. He watches for only a minute, unable to look away from the girl who danced like deflating balloon and sang off key while almost drowning her small vegetable in water. She looked weird, but she was having the time of her life, and he could see and hear it from where he stood.

In a daze, thinking he might have entered the wrong house by accident or walked on the daughter of a maid doing chores. He walks out and leave the Claes estate without a word, and visits again after only a few days, as he couldn’t get his mind off of the oddity that he had witnessed.

He eventually realizes that it was Katarina on his second visit, as he finds the scar of the odd farmer girl on the same girl who boasted about her family’s wealth in the party. After giving formal introductions, Gerald offers to walk around the garden to get to know each other better, in order to continue the conversation that she had originally forced on him back in the party (it was done to be polite and respectful, rather than any interest to continue). In the garden, they pass by the area that Katarina had planned to turn into her farm, and Gerald was in awe at how unorganized and messy everything looked (there was dirt everywhere, the tools were left on the floor because she had to prepare to meet him, there was more bags of manure than what was even needed etc! Katarina internally cursed at her 8 year old delicate rich girl body for not having the same arm strength as her 17 year old self). It was then that it sunk in that the adorable singing and dancing farming girl that he accidentally saw really was Katarina Claes. She wasn’t the very definition of abnormal, but she was nothing like the daughters of his father’s friends that cried when not attended to or complained when not given the best dresses and shoes. There was no shred of worry about her family’s expectations in her eyes, nor expectations of him to act like his perfect and matured self whenever they met in parties, movie premiers or social events, which made him yearn for her company.

After finding out about Katarina’s desire to become an idol one day, Gerald secretly planned to do the same (and even have her recruited in his brother’s agency) in order to become closer to her through her love of entertainment and to have a chance to be constantly in her presence. When he found out about the charms that male idols have on their female fans, he also plans on using this as an opportunity to gain both her attention and romantic affection, by perfecting his (already maxed out) charms as male idol.

Katarina and Mary - The two met during a part hosted by Mary’s mother in the Hunt Estate, inviting all of her mother’s old opera acquaintances, sponsors and co-workers for a formal reunion. Katarina and Keith accompanied their parents to the party, leading them to be introduced to the Hunt Family’s daughters. As usual, Katarina had the urge to “release the chocolate shark” during the party and takes an elegant leave. She eventually gets lost in the estate and finds herself in the garden. Katarina was in awe of the garden’s beauty, and stood still as she watched what seemed like beautiful siren sing by herself near a majestic fountain, with a single rose in hand.

Mary was surprised to hear an aggressive applause after singing to herself. Katarina aggressively complimented Mary for her adorable yet elegant voice, and asked who she was seeing as a singing trainer. When Mary replied that she was not having any singing or vocal training, Katarina rains even more compliments down, claiming that “her voice was that of an angel!”. Mary denied it, so Katarina proceeded to sing the same song that she had sang, as a point of comparison to make her feel more confident in herself. Mary shyly and unexpectedly joins her, and they ended up having a small and quiet duet in the garden. Katarina’s voice sounded a bit rough and squeak-ish, but alongside Mary’s elegant and controlled singing, they didn’t sound bad at all.

When Katarina finds out that Mary is also the one who tends to the flower garden, she proceeds to shower Mary with even more compliments, and asks her to visit and help with her own farm garden. Being complimented for having a beautiful voice and a green thumb made her feel validated and appreciated, so she often visits the Claes household in order to be in constant presence of her first and dearest friend. The rest is the same.

When Mary found out about Katarina’s dream of becoming an idol, she started taking intense vocal training as well as various exercises in order to be able to join her in her endeavor. She slowly built a more brazen and tough personality in order to be able to join and protect her friend from the rumored cold and intense reality of the idol world, as well as due to the antics of her friends.

Katarina and Alan - From Mary, she eventually finds out that the event where Mary duets and falls in love with Alan occurred. Katarina realizes that duet must not have been that effective because she has done the same with Mary, but is confident that Mary is in love with him because Alan is a very talented and handsome individual. A few days later, the fourth Stuart son bursts into the doors of the Claes household, and demands to meet with Katarina. She learns that Alan had developed a small crush on Mary, and that he wants to challenge Katarina for her hand. Same shenanigans ensues, leading up to the piano duel where his talents in the piano was in full display to everyone in the manor.

Katarina knew how to play the piano (just the basics though), so she was in awe listening to someone who almost sounded like a pro! Alan runs off after Gerald compliments him, Katarina chases after him, and they got to talk behind a bush. Alan wouldn’t take her compliments, but Katarina aggressively insisted that his talents are nothing to scoff at.

When Alan says that he’s sure that his brother can play just as good, if not better than him, Katarina speculates that it wasn’t the case, because everyone had things that they are good and bad at. Not everyone is the same, no one learns at the same pace, and that she’s sure even if Gerald can play the piano better than him (and she doubts he can in the first place), no one can play the piano like Alan can. The scores in his heart are his alone, and that nothing is more beautiful than the melody that the heart enacts. Katarina knew that the score he played wasn’t an existing one, and knowing Alan’s character from the game, it’s probably either an impromptu score or one he had composed by himself. Her guess was correct, leading Alan to be caught off guard by her compliment, almost feeling emotional as no one had ever guessed and believed that the music he played was his own, until Katarina did.

She shows off the power of the toy snake to Alan, making him laugh and see his brother in a different light. He still constantly visited Katarina for their duels, but as time progressed, he lost the affection for Mary (as he saw her as a little sister now after interacting with her in the Claes Household) that made him want to challenge Katarina. They still followed up on those challenges, for fun rather than for sport.

When he finds out about Katarina’s dream to become an idol, he is determined to join her in order to be able to compose songs and melodies that she can sing, intending to bring out the absolute best of his muse’s voice with his own music. Someone his age might not be fit to compose songs for an idol, so he intends to become one as well in order to gain a reputation as a competent composer.

Katarina and Sophia - The two meets at an afternoon party hosted by the Stuarts, as a celebration for the birthday of the twins. Katarina had to “powder her noes” after a few trips to the buffet table, and leaves Keith and Mary. She’s chased down by a dog, climbs up a tree, and accidentally watches a group of kids and older bully a small girl who sounded like she was about to cry. The same events occur, up to their second encounter in the party. Katarina accidentally quotes a line from a novel that she was reading, and after realizing that Sophia understood her reference, she asked for them to meet again in order to discuss their similar interests.

Everything is pretty much the same, the difference being that somehow idols were brought as a topic of conversation, with Sophia revealing that she is actually a huge fan of idols. Katarina, feeling reminiscent of her idol-expert best friend Acchan, tells her that she actually wants to be an idol herself and insists that Sophia tell her about everything she loves about idols. Sophia, who is surprised to also find another idol fan who is as young as her, becomes even more excited and tells her all about her love for idols: how they are able to wear such adorable outfits onstage, how they sing songs that carry so much meaning, how they carry their fan’s dreams with them when they dance and sing, how amazing it is to be able to juggle so many occupations at once, and much more.

With both love of novels and idols, Sophia constantly finds herself in the Claes Household in order to talk to Katarina about books, idols, song recommendations etc.

When Sophia was first told that Katarina wanted to be an idol, she was very supportive of her and announced herself as Katarina’s number one fan. As time passed, she realized she wasn’t just satisfied with just watching Katarina from afar, she wanted to sing and dance alongside her! She wants to use her knowledge of romance novels and idols to help make herself and Katarina the best idols to ever exist! She wants to sing on stage about her feelings: about how much she loves Katarina, idols and their beloved novels!

Katarina and Nicol - When he found out that someone had invited his little sister to a small book club, he was very wary, thinking that she was one of the many other girls who tried to use Sophia in order to become closer with him. He was shocked to realize that that was not the case, and that Katarina had barely seen him at all, and had opened his timid little sister’s heart. When Sophia asked Katarina if she found her appearance creepy, Nicol proceeds to explain further, expecting to see a hint of guilt or displeasure from Katarina Claes, only for both of them to be met with unyielding determination to have Sophia as a close friend. Sophia went home that day in tears, thankful to have found a friend who truly wanted to stick by her side.

The Claes siblings often visits their home so the girls can have their book club, even bringing Mary Hunt with them occasionally. Katarina, while looking a bit flustered, is capable of having a conversation with him without averting her eyes, which was a breath of fresh air to the countless camera crew, staff, visitors and even strangers who couldn’t look him in the eyes because how of how much of a beautiful child model he was. It all leads up to the moment where Katarina compliments him with how blessed he is to have such a beautiful and wonderful family, which contrasted against the ignorant adults who pitied him for having parents who refused to abuse the potential of his beautiful face and for not being as beautiful as their son, as well as for having a freakish looking sister.

Nicol, just like his sister, desired to constantly be in Katarina’s positive presence, and visited her often, leading them to be acquainted and friends with the entire group that Katarina enraptured.

When he found about his sister’s and Katarina’s desire to become idols, Nicol thought of doing the same, in order to be able to continue to watch over and protect both Sophia and Katarina, as well to be able to continue being close with Katarina (as their lack of similar interests and age gap might lead her away from him, but tbh that is never gonna be a problem with Katarina). He also plans to use his influence as a child model to propel Sophia and Katarina’s careers, as a way of supporting his two favorite girls.

Notes

I’m not sure how I feel about Gerald’s backstory, I might rewrite that if anyone kindly wants to critique it.

Instead of Mary’s green thumb, it’s her voice that leads her to Katarina and Alan, but I still think Sophia would still have a better singing voice than her, so both her voice and green thumbs both play a part in her character. Mary’s high pitched voice gets a bit deeper as she ages, while Sophia’s voice stays very high.

I really like the idea that rather than the original ambitions and goals that leads the harem to become idols in Fortune Lover, now it’s the effect of Katarina’s constant insistence and declarations of becoming an idol that leads to everyone doing the same. In this timeline, the harem probably wouldn’t have thought of (or planned early) becoming an idol if Katarina never brought it up.

I’m writing this at midnight again, lol, but yeah I’m not planning on writing a fanfiction for this, I guess, but I do want to have an established plot so rather than chapters, I’m just writing a full overview for fun haha

When I mentioned that Sophia loved idols, I didn’t realize that I might have accidentally implied that she was just as an idol fan as Acchan was, but with actual idols this time, so I went with :DD

I’ll touch up on Idol Katarina, Anne, Maria, Sirius/Raphael and Fortune Lover 2 in the next one.

I’m really happy that there are people who actually read my previous post and said that they liked it! Feedback and suggestions are appreciated! I still need a final name for the units so help me pls hahaha.

I’ll rewrite this post when I feel like adding/changing stuff.

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ratedhaikyuu · 4 years

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I think i just became a fan of your writing (you are just so good 💕) i saw that the request are open so i wad wondering if it is ok if i request a one-shot of Astsumu (x fem!reader) in which him falls for the quiet and introvert transfer student that just arrived to his class and wants her to be the club’s manager because he notice how nice she actually is. I hope am not asking for too much ;-;

hi tysm aaaAAA youre too sweet!! and dw you're not asking for too much (we will never get enough Miya Atsumu) so i hope u enjoy this!

☆ Lucky ☆

— Miya Atsumu

Everything was moving too fast. You and your family just moved here in Hyogo and your parents are already asking you to change into your new uniform. You were too tired from adjusting to your new home so you just did what you were told.

As you walked your way to your school, you suddenly remember your old friends. You took out your phone to see your wallpaper. It was a picture of you with your two friends by your side. You miss them terribly.

No use thinking about them now when you're in front of Inarizaki High, your new school. You're a 2nd year so you should be fine.

You weren't.

When you got inside the school, you literally got lost. It was almost time for first period and students around you started to go inside their rooms and you were still lost. And when you did arrive in your class, you stumbled on your words as you introduced yourself. People started to snicker and whisper a lot.

You could say that you expected this.

Unbearable days turned into weeks, you thought it couldn't get any worse than having no friends to talk to until your first life-threatening situation came– the exams. Life here in Hyogo was suffocating, even more so when you have no friends to study with.

Although, this gave you an advantage to study efficiently. You decided to study two days prior so you found yourself alone in the library.

You got deeply invested in your studies and saw the sun was already setting. Did you seriously study for over an hour today? A miracle, really. Looking around you noticed a familiar face, Miya Atsumu.

His eyes were already locked on you when you saw him. He smiled at you which you returned. Atsumu statted to pack his things and walked closer to your table and there he was, sitting accross from you.

"We're in the same class, right?" Atsumu moved his arms to put on the table, still smirking at you. He was wearing a maroon jacket and smelled like air salonpas.

You nod. It's easy to notice that you're still shy around other and you haven't yet grown accustomed to living here.

The door opened to reveal a similar looking guy to Atsumu except that his hair was dyed gray. He looked at the person across you and gestured to leave. Atsumu has a twin?

"Hey, wanna come with? We're getting fatty tuna," Atsumu stood up, carrying his things.

You looked at his smile and thought, why is this dude inviting you to eat? You didn't really have friends and you thought it was because you seemed unfriendly towards others. You didn't mind, though. Then why did Atsumu Miya, a well-known student because of his volleyball skills, talking to you?

"Yeah. Sure."

"Wow. She talks!" Atsumu walked in front of you, laughing quietly as both of you are still inside the library. You giggle behind him, head down low with no idea of the upcoming weeks you'll spend with these two and the boy's volleyball club.

Everyone was doing well today, practicing and doing their own drills to become better for Nationals. Inarizaki High was qualified and was representing Hyogo Prefecture this Spring Spring High. Obviously, each member worked as much as possible, so did you as their manager.

For the first weeks of the year, you had no one to talk to. You always had no one by your side, during class, during lunch and even after. It's different now. You had friends in your year, you're even acknowledged by your senpai and praised well by underclassmen.

All thanks to your little interaction with Miya Atsumu that grew to a beautiful and reckless friendship with no end.

Speaking of the devil, he was invited to the All-Japan training camp. Lucky bastard. Also lucky for the team (especially for you), everything was peaceful today. There was no bickering from a certain Miya. Osamu was at ease just like you. You chuckle at the though. Finally, you had some break from him.

"I'm back!"

You really weren't getting lucky any time soon.

Everyone started to gather around him, asking questions about the training camps and practice matches. Once it was getting too rough, coach Kurosu started to yell at the team and told them to clean up instead of bothering Atsumu.

When the team was dismissed and every equipment was back in place, you left the gym. You bid your goodbyes to the team and left with Atsumu. Osamu didn't want to join because he was busy.

"Why did you ask me to be your manager?" You broke the silence between the both of you. You heard him chuckle and put up his hands behind his head.

"You may not know but ever since you transferred, I noticed you were really nice. Remember that time when our teacher lost his wallet? You tried to find it and you did! Yet you didn't get credit for it. Instead, you just put it in his desk when nobody was there. Until now, I kept wondering why you didn't just give it to him. You could've gotten recognized as friendly because of that, ya know."

"But I'm kind of thankful you didn't. Because someone else could've been your first close friend and it just... I don't know why I'm working up so much at the fact someone else can be with you." Atsumu stopped walking to look at you with a scowl on his face.

"You know I like you, right?" You hear leaves getting dragged by the strong wind when you stopped to look at him.

"'Course I do." You chuckled as you looked away to see the moon that brightened the path you were taking with Atsumu.

"No, I mean– I like like you. More as a friend like." Everything went silent. You can no longer hear the leaves rustling. You can't hear the small sounds of the swing made nearby. You can only hear your breathing along with Atsumu's.

"There! I said it. I don't expect you to feel the same or anything, just wanted to let it out before Nationals." Atsumu began walking fast away from you, a blush on his cheeks and his ears red.

Did Miya Atsumu confess? He did.

Did you do anything to reciprocate when you've daydreamed about this for ages? No.

You kept standing still with eyes still locked on his figure. Atsumu was steps away from you now. He turned around to look at you with a pout, blush still on his cheeks. He was waiting for you. He still is.

You ran towards him, your tears are at the brink of falling.

"Oi! Don't cry! What the–" Before he could finish saying, you faintly punched his shoulder.

"Dumbass, I like you too."

Atsumu really was grateful that he was your first close friend here in Hyogo. Atsumu was also grateful Osamu noticed he was getting giddy all of a sudden and immediately got the message that his twin was confessing tonight. Atsumu was grateful for a lot of things tonight.

One thing he's most grateful for is that he can now hold your hand whenever the two of you are together. Atsumu really was lucky and so were you.

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justlookatthosesausages · 5 years

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:: “Memoirs” :: a post-Frozen 2 Time Travel AU

======= CHAPTER 7 Safe and sound =======

As Elsa opened her eyes - even though, she thought, she didn’t really opened them, because Ahtohallan was projecting the memories of the future into her mind - she was welcome by a melodious and soft music.

The notes turned into a song as a gentle male voice accompanied them, and Elsa looked around trying to understand where she was standing.

This was Anna’s and Kristoff’s bedroom. It had been only Anna’s, a long time ago, then they had redesigned it from the moment Kristoff lived in the castle, and Elsa had seen its design change once again in the future memory of Anna giving birth to her daughter. But here, it had a different structure, though half-familiar, and the Snow Queen easily guessed that what she was about to witness was happening before the memory that was submitted to her in the Forest.

She finally laid eyes on the source of the music, and found a moving ice statue representing Kristoff playing the lute, seated on the bed, as Anna was on the sheets next to him, her face adorned with a dreamy smile. She had a hand against the pillow next to her, and the other was absentmindedly rubbing her belly.

Elsa loudly gasped with emotion when she saw that Anna was pregnant, and visibly in the last months. She immediately covered her mouth, fearing for a second that she ruined the soft lullaby Kristoff was playing. Thankfully, she wasn’t really there, them neither, and they were all just sharing a moment lost in time.

Lost in time, but real. The blonde felt her eyes sting at the thought, and her stomach leaped a bit. This would become true. This was the future. Kristoff was singing to his wife one of the most tender songs she had ever heard from him, and Anna was looking at him singing like she was in the best place in the entire world.

Once he was finished, it took all of Elsa’s will to not clap right then in awe or sigh with delight as Kristoff placed his hand above Anna’s on her belly. She had to focus on what they were saying. She couldn’t help but think, despite the beauty of the scene: was she already dead in that moment?

Kristoff bent to his wife to kiss her in the hair, then he shifted to kiss her belly. He smiled after he did.

“Oh, I’m very lucky tonight.” He said, his voice a bit crystalline and reverberated in ice statue form. “No kick in the face. I won’t lose a teeth this time.”

Anna giggled, but also eye-rolled. “Come on. Don’t exaggerate. It had just been a tiny kick.”

“Still. She’s as strong as you, and I’m sure that one centimeter to the right would have knocked me down.”

They both laughed, then kissed, and Elsa shed a tear at Anna’s voice. It was the first time she heard her talking as a grown adult, and a future mother. Last time she saw her around that age was when she was giving birth, and well, it wasn’t the most representative sample... She had mostly heard her scream. Here, she was calm, bathing in love and happiness, and it filled Elsa’s heart.

“Hey, you’re still persuaded that it’s a girl?” Frowned Anna, lifting her face, her long untied hair sliding along the pillow.

“What, this conversation again?” Groaned Kristoff, but he was amused. “Come on, feisty. I told you. Bulda said it would be a girl. The northern lights are never wrong.”

“The northern lights...” Repeated Anna with a long sigh, exasperated, and Elsa couldn’t help but laugh, especially at the face she made as she put her head back down.

Kristoff chuckled. “Don’t mock it. It’s been proven.”

Anna smirked. “Alright. Then we need to think of baby names. I only thought about boys ones.”

“Oh yeah? What were your choices?” Asked Kristoff, picking up his lute and idly plucking the chords.

Elsa stepped forward. This conversation was lovely, and she leaned on the edge of the bed made out of ice, her arms crossed, smiling at their soft interaction.

“I was thinking about ‘Hans’.”

Kristoff missed a heartbeat and his hand slipped on the chords, and Elsa almost fell to the floor at the sentence.

Anna cackled loudly with laughter. “I’m just kidding! Oh my goodness, you should have seen your face!!”

“This is not funny.” Mumbled Kristoff.

She howled with laughter, and suddenly slammed her hand on her belly when her moves became too big. “Ow, ow, ow...”

“See? Stop saying nonsense, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

He helped her change her posture on the bed, using his own pillow to put it under her back.

“Thank you. Ugh, I shouldn’t have laughed that hard. At least she’ll have the sense of humor.”

Kristoff and Elsa shook their head at the same time, puffing.

“Do you have ideas for a girl name?” Asked Anna, her voice soft and calm again.

“I’ve been thinking about Olwen.”

“What? What even is that kind of name?” Snorted the Queen.

“It means ‘White footprint’ in Welsh. And I got the idea inspired from old mythology. Olwen was a goddess who would make flowers spring up as she walked in snow.” Smiled Kristoff, waving her hands with pretty illustrative gestures. “For a baby who will be born between Winter and Spring, it will be great, don’t you think? Your sister would approve it.”

Elsa’s entire body stiffened as she heard the sentence. Did that mean... What that meant? Was she gone already?

“Okay, ice nerd.” Puffed Anna. “Well, don’t try to convince me with emotion. That’s not gonna make me change my mind. It’s a no-no.”

Kristoff pouted, and Elsa’s heart split in half. ‘With emotion’ echoed in her mind. So she was dead before this scene happened. She was dead before Anna even finished her pregnancy.

If present Anna was there by her side, she would convince her that she had to wait for more clues, and was taking things out of context. But she wasn’t there. And Elsa knew that it was too many coincidences for it to not be the truth.

As Kristoff kept defending his choice of name, Elsa winced. She sighed and forced herself to smile. At least she could enjoy this moment of them.

“How about Alexandria?” Suggested Anna with a big smile.

Kristoff groaned. “That’s sounds a bit like a disease.”

“What?? Come onnnn, be supportive!”

“I would if that didn’t sound like a disease.”

She nudged him on the shoulder, and he chuckled, continuing his soft plucking of the chords. The scene was so sweet that it actually made Elsa grin, and she forgot her sadness.

“Okay, I’m gonna think about another one.” Accepted Anna.

She then turned to him with a warning finger. “But we’re never ever going to pick your name.”

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“Hi, Olwen.” Smiled Anna with a soft voice.

Elsa blinked when the memory suddenly changed. The room was the same, still filled with moving ice statues, but there were more people, and the furniture had changed. It was back to the design Elsa had seen in the memory when Anna had given birth.

And then it hit her. This was what happened right afterwards.

With an emotional gasp, Elsa ran to the tiny baby Anna was holding in the crook of her arms with a smile, and that Kristoff and her couldn’t detach their eyes from. Anna was gently rubbing her cheek with her thumb, her eyes filled with maternal love, and the elder felt her heart leap at the beautiful scene.

The baby was adorable, and the blonde started crying along the new parents as they all stared at it.

“Olwen of Arendelle. You’ve got all the world to discover.” Whispered Kristoff, like he feared that talking too loud would shatter the fragile skin of his daughter.

Elsa rubbed her tears so she would stop seeing blur, and smiled to the blond as he caressed the head of the sleeping baby. It looked infinitely cute, and Elsa wished she could say the same of Anna, but she had messy hair, and some locks were stuck to her face because of her sweat.

With a chuckle, Elsa looked at her, and lifted her hand as she wanted to put some of her hair behind her ear and tell her how amazing she had been in her labor.

However, this only was a memory, even if it was from the future, and she only contented herself with a supportive smile as she saw Anna hold Olwen closer to her chest.

The Fifth Spirit looked around, looking one last time with one last hope that she was indeed present in the room, but hadn’t noticed. Nevertheless, she definitely wasn’t. With a pinch to the heart, she looked at Kristoff and Anna kissing each other, then the redhead giggled with happiness. Seeing them both admire their daughter, who brought such touching smiles on their faces, and would become the future of Arendelle, was enough to make her lips stretch in a content smile, and she enjoyed the moment as it was.

=======

A new flash appeared as the memory changed. Now, a lot of years had passed, easy to notice for the blonde in a simple stare: the furniture was different, and maybe even the wallpaper, but she couldn’t tell which color it was, for everything was cyan and white in ice statues.

Elsa squinted as she walked to the bed, and tried to recognized the ones present there. She gasped in joy when she saw how adorable Olwen had grown up to be. She now was around 10 years old, and reminded her of Anna was she was her age. She wanted to step further to see how cute she was, but the little girl shifted in her sheets as Anna, now an older adult, kissed her on the forehead.

They both giggled, and the Snow Queen masked a giggle behind her hand as well. She couldn’t help but hide her sounds. She felt like the moment was intimate, private even, and was so touched by the love filling the room that she didn’t want to ruin it, even if they couldn’t hear her. It was a shame that the ice memories couldn’t show much colors, because she would have loved to know if her niece’s hair was blonde, red, or maybe a mix of both. Elsa chose to use her imagination, like she usually did, and it wasn’t hard because of much she looked like her mother.

“Sleep well, love.” Smiled Anna, and her bun swayed in her move as she stood up from the bed.

“Mama, can you tell me a story about Auntie?”

Anna stopped right in her tracks just before reaching the door. Elsa stopped breathing.

The blonde’s hand, who had lowered from her mouth to her chest in emotion at Anna’s love as she put her daughter to bed, clenched there.

‘Here we go.’ Thought Elsa. ‘She’ll want to know what happened.’

Anna didn’t look back, and from where the elder stood, she couldn’t know what her expression was. Her heart squeezed even harder. The redhead probably was feeling sad about it. She had stopped walking, and wasn’t looking back as she answered her daughter.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. Sorry.”

“Mamaaaa!” Insisted Olwen, using adorable bounces in the sheets to persuade her.

Elsa would have found it adorable if she wasn’t devastated.

“Please tell me the story about that time she saved Ahtohallan!” Begged the little girl.

Anna didn’t reply right away, and Elsa accepted with sadness that she didn’t want to talk about how she had lost her... Wait, when she saved Ahtohallan? The elder frowned in confusion.

“Why wouldn’t she tell you herself?” Finally turned around Anna, and to Elsa’s greatest surprise, she was wearing a big smile and looking right at her.

The elder gasped with wide eyes, panicking. Was she able to see her? Did she know she was here? How long did she know?

She inspected the expression on the ice statue of her grown adult sister, and then realized that she wasn’t looking at her, but behind her.

Slowly, Elsa turned around, and was seized by the biggest emotion when she saw who had just came in by the window.

A gust of wind finished twirling as an older adult Elsa stepped in the room, and as she turned around to close the window behind her, present Elsa got struck by the vision of her own front and back. With a dropped jaw, she saw how in the move, her shoulder pieces sparkled, even in the dimmed light of the candles in Olwen’s bedroom. Her white outfit was the same after all these years, but was more sophisticated, more ergonomic, and, Elsa couldn’t help but admit, ten times more gorgeous than the one she was currently wearing. She - her older self, as insane as the situation was - had added light armor pieces made of dense ice that brightened with the purest white, and they covered her shoulders, her chest, but also her arms and her thighs.

Elsa forgot to breath and gulp for the eternal seconds when her older self stepped in the room and to the bed. As she did, she stared at her with wide eyes. Her future self had shorter hair, way shorter hair than present time, but also undeniably more muscles, from bigger biceps to broader shoulders, and Elsa wondered if it was due to intense riding or to simply living in the woods for several tens of years. Her brain was unable to come with an answer, for how stunned she was by that mere entrance. As her older self came to sit on the bed, the skin-like ice fabric below her chest armor piece shone. It attracted Elsa’s gaze, who detached her eyes from the impressively confident expression her future self had, to make them land on a set of sharp abs.

Present Elsa let out a gasp that was a mix of a scoff and a sigh as she looked over and over at herself. She was alive. And not only alive; actually looking really great.

“AUNTIEEE!!” Exclaimed the little girl, jumping in joy and completely going off the sheets to join her and crush her in a hug.

Elsa gasped in emotion, tears now rolling down her cheeks. She couldn’t tell if it was due to happiness, relief, or because her older self now was hugging Olwen tight.

“Hi sweetie.” She chuckled.

It was odd to hear one’s own voice, and even weirder to hear it from one’s future self. Elsa felt taken aback by the situation, but the memory went on, and she barely caught on the sensation.

“Seriously, Elsa?” Grumbled Anna.

Present Elsa thought she was going to scold her from suddenly appearing at the window, reproach her from not using the door, or tell her to have warned about her visit. But it was none of those.

“It took me ages to put her to bed. I’m gonna kill you.” Sighed Anna.

Older Elsa chuckled, and Olwen giggled with a guilty tone. “I doubt that you will kill me”, smiled the blonde. “Also, we can make a deal.” She added to her niece, looking down. “I tell you the story of that time I saved Ahtohallan, and then off to bed, alright?”

“I promise!” Jolted the girl, beaming in joy and not disappointed at all.

“Alright. Now go back in your sheets.” Asked Elsa as she ruffled her hair.

Anna had stepped to her, and while the child was lying back down, the blonde added: “The meeting has ended. I took care of the maps. Kristoff is walking the dignitaries to their coaches. You don’t need to go back.”

“Okay, thanks.” Smiled Anna with a relieved but also tired sigh. She wasn’t a fan of interrupting her evening meetings, going upstairs, putting her daughter to bed, to then switch her mood back and go to regal tone again.

“I think contracts are on the right way with eastern diplomats.” Analyzed Elsa. “With the new politics, we made an equal deal.”

Present Elsa was speechless at the scene. The blonde’s lips stretched slightly at how her older self sounded. By those simple sentences, she was showing a lot of assurance, relaxation, and she was touched to see that she got Anna’s back in Queen duties despite clearly only passing by. However, she was surprised to see that her voice hadn’t changed at all in all those years. She was way more confident, but still had a light voice.

“Yeah, I think so too.” Nodded Anna with a smile and some professional wisdom.

“Hey, enough boring adult talk!” Grumbled Olwen from the sheets she had buried herself in to the cheeks.

The sisters giggled, and even present Elsa shook her head. Yep, she was Anna’s spitting image. Even if, proof being there, older Anna would become a very serious and dedicated Queen.

Older Elsa tapped her chin. “Okay, the story of that time I saved Ahtohallan... Hummm...”

Anna eye-rolled. “She heard it a hundred times already, no need to put that much suspense.”

The Snow Queen laughed, and gave an amused look to her sister as she sat on the bed too. “Did you tell the story more times than me, or is it the reverse?”

“I think I did.” Snorted Anna.

“I prefer when it’s Auntie who tells it.” Pouted Olwen.

Anna dropped her jaw as Elsa cackled with laughter.

“Ouch?” Gasped the redhead.

“You put too much details when you tell it. I want to go to the action part.” Explained the child, and Elsa laughed again.

“There’s no need to rush to the fight part!” Frowned Anna, defending her own version of the story.

“But you always spend soooo much time praising Auntie, it gets so long!”

Elsa looked away to openly laugh without embarrassing her sister, and present Elsa smiled with delight at the scene. Anna was blushing deeply - even if she couldn’t really tell in ice statue form, she just knew it -, her older self was laughing out loud without hiding behind her hand, and her niece was adorably pouting after proving that truth comes out of the mouth of children.

“Okay, okay, no useless intro, then.” Coughed Elsa, retrieving her breath.

She patted Anna’s shoulder. “The positive part in this, is that she’ll go to sleep earlier.”

The redhead pouted a bit, still not recovering from being criticized on the way she told stories.

“Once upon a time, raiders plundered Ahtohallan. I fought them back. The end.”

“AUNTIEEEE!!”

“I’m just kidding.” Giggled Elsa, and Anna joined the laugh.

“Okay, once upon a time, and that was when you were very little--”

“I wasn’t born yet, actually.”

“Yes, you weren’t born yet.” Smiled Elsa. “She knows the story better than me.” She added to Anna on side note, and the Queen nodded. It was the third time in the month that she asked for that story.

“Ahtohallan got attacked by very evil and very numerous raiders.” Continued Elsa with a lower mysterious voice, pocking her niece’s belly above the sheets at each ‘very’, and the latter giggled.

“They had carefully planned their coup. I was there in Arendelle, along your mother, because she was about to give birth.”

“Ew.”

“To you.” Specified Anna.

“Still ew.”

The sisters chuckled, and Elsa kept going. “They had strategically chosen that period because they knew that the Queen was in no condition to send an army, and I’d be too far to come prevent them from raiding the glacier.”

Olwen was listening carefully, her eyes opened wide, even if she knew the story into every detail.

“Little did they know that Ahtohallan could warn me.” Said Elsa, now switching to a soft and deep tone, almost hypnotic to the young girl’s ears.

She then moved her fingers, and some tiny figures made of ice and snow appeared in the air just above her niece’s eyes, and showed what happened. “I waited for them to enter the glacier to create an ambush...”

“Hey, no wonder you’re her favorite to tell the story!” Suddenly exclaimed Anna with a bit of anger. “You cheater! You’re making images as well!”

Elsa and Olwen laughed as the snow characters continued to move.

“Shhhh, we’re getting to her favorite part.” Teased Elsa, and the Queen grumbled as she looked away and muttered a ‘It’s unfair.’

Elsa put as much suspense she could, and suddenly burst a mini explosion of snow, making Olwen gasp, as she showed the raiders falling into a pit in the reproduction of the glacier. The little girl giggled as some of them comically tried to hang to the sides with their picks, but then fell backwards.

“Some were clever enough to have anticipated it, and had escaped the trap. So I started fighting them...”

The mini ice figure representing Elsa started to craft herself an ice staff, and fought the angry men in Northuldra style.

“Awesome!” Beamed Olwen.

“This is a bit too graphic for a girl of her age.” Mumbled Anna, and she waved her hand through a snow figure particularly violent that depicted Elsa knocking down a guy with her staff.

“You can’t erase them.” Smirked Elsa.

It dispersed but reformed after Anna took her hand away. No way her elder was going to let down her golden ticket to the girl’s heart. Anna shook her head with a smile, and let her continue the illustrations. She however gave her sister a look that meant ‘less violence in the figures, please’, which Elsa understood with a nod, and the snow figures became a bit more vague.

“Olaf had come along to help me.” Smiled Elsa, adding some humor in her illustrations to mask the brutality of the action. “He wasn’t really good at fighting, but scared some of the raiders, and got very useful.”

Anna and her daughter observed the funny moves of the figures, seeing a bunch of grown men running away in fear as Olaf led an army of snowgies to chase them. They all laughed when one of them managed to go out of the glacier, and screamed of panic when he noticed that a snowgie had made its way into his pants.

“Olaf named himself ‘Guardian of Ahtohallan’ afterwards.” Smiled Anna. “Not sure if it stuck.”

“Ahtohallan doesn’t dare to tell him that it’s already technically me”, laughed Elsa. “But it’s fine. He can keep the title.”

“Olaf is so funny.” Giggled Olwen.

The sisters nodded, and Elsa flicked her wrist, continuing the story. Present Elsa was just as attentive as the little girl now, for she was as curious to know what happened next.

“The fight continued for long hours. The raiders were ready for a possible danger so they were numerous, though they didn’t expect to face me.” Smirked older Elsa.

“And that is why she couldn’t attend the day I was giving birth to you.” Smiled Anna. “And several days afterwards, because Ahtohallan needed to be rebuilt and reshaped, and justice to be done about those mean raiders with Elsa as a witness.”

Olwen nodded slowly, her jaw still dropped. Present Elsa smiled tenderly at how, once again, she reminded her so much of Anna when she was a child, and listened to stories told by her own mother.

“She was busing up North, but it was so epic and I’m so proud of her, that I never got upset that she wasn’t there.” Smiled Anna, putting a hand on Elsa’s shoulder, who smiled. “Also, she came three days afterwards with so many gifts that we couldn’t even step in your bedroom for how much they filled it.”

Elsa chuckled. “Guilty.”

Olwen laughed at Elsa’s love for her, that they all knew very well, then her laugh extended to a long yawn.

“Alright, that signal means that it’s time for bed!” Jolted Anna.

“N’ther story, b’lease?” Muttered her daughter.

“Oh no, young princess, it’s getting late now. Come on, close your eyes.”

Elsa stood up as Anna put the sheets back on her, and the girl soon went off to sleep. Present Elsa, who rubbed an emotional tear off her cheek once again, noticed that the girl didn’t snore, and thought that she inherited from her father’s side on it.

She felt filled with love, due to the scene, the situation, how Anna and herself had grown up to be, and the fact she now knew why she hadn’t been at Anna’s side that day, and now understood why Ahtohallan had planned to show her this bed time story moment.

Anna kissed Olwen’s forehead again, and the two sisters silently left the room.

“We should catch up with Kristoff to join our feedbacks about the meeting.” Whispered Anna to her elder as they passed the threshold.

“Sure. Just give me a minute. I’ll meet you guys downstairs.” Whispered back Elsa.

“Okay.”

Anna left and went in the corridor, her ice statue disappearing as she did, because she stepped out of the memory.

Present Elsa suddenly got struck by the fact that she had been wrong; this future memory wasn’t Anna’s. Or Olwen’s. It was hers.

Her older self stood still, and then she smiled and turned around. Her gaze roamed over the whole room, like she was searching for something hidden in the walls.

“I know you’re here.”

Present Elsa gasped in surprise, stepping back as a reflex. Her older self smiled softly, like she knew she had just reacted that way.

“I’ll always remember seeing this memory of the future.”

There was a silence, and both Elsas looked at each other with respect and calm smiles.

“Take care of yourself. Well, of ourself.” Said older Elsa. “The future is sunny.”

Present Elsa took a shaking inhale, her throat tightened with emotion.

Her older version winked, and turned around to pass the door.

The whole room dissolved into snowflakes, ending the memory in a wind of snow.

Elsa watched it elevate, sparkly and beautiful, and smiled deeply. She closed her eyes, the remaining drops on her eyelashes rolling on her cheeks, and when she opened her eyes again, she came back to present time.

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Anna hadn’t detached her eyes from her sister’s face, and jumped of surprise when she started to blink.

“Elsa?”

“I’m here.” Assured the blonde, smiling to the face above hers.

Anna sighed with relief, even if she wasn’t really scared that her elder would never wake up. Tears of joy filled Elsa’s eyes, and she suddenly sat up to hug her sister deeply.

“Oh- okay.” Blabbered Anna, tackled by the hug. She was confused, but gave it back with closed eyes.

When they finished hugging, they stared at each other, seated on the ice floor of Ahtohallan, and Elsa found it odd to see Anna in her twenties in front of her.

“What?” Worried the redhead, seeing the way she stared.

“Nothing.” Smiled Elsa.

She turned her head to the dome, nodding calmly and wisely. “Thank you.”

The magic source brightened in a ‘You’re welcome’ gesture, and when the blonde turned to Anna again, the younger had a questioning face.

“So? What happened?? What was the event of the future? Why won’t you be there at my delivery? Why are you happy crying??”

Elsa sniffed and laughed.

“There’s a lot I want to tell you.” She grinned.

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(Anon with AnnaxAriadne wallpaper) I barely talk to my dad. Or at least, spent time together. Growing up, he was always in the computer, always working or doing something and we only saw him when he was eating or the rare times he accepted to watch a movie with us. When i was maybe 13 or 14, he tried to amend it, to be more present and make jokes, but it was just plain awkward because we didn't know how to being around to him like that instead of hearing him talk about work. I'm 17 and (part 1)

(Part 2) and while it is better, there are times when he makes jokes that it's still jarring because it's not the sour face he almost always had. And now with quarantine, both him and my mom are almost all week working on their computers, even on the weekends. I changed the wallpaper two weeks ago, absolutely no noticed, and the only he now knows was because my phone was malfunctioning and he was the only one who could help. I nearly had a heart attack when i gave him the phone and he...

(Part 3) made a noise of surprise and i realized why exactly he could had seen. I wanted to hide on the spot. And the asked loudly why i have to women kissing which fantastic because now my mom knows, and she is like him. She scoffed when i tried to explain genderfluid people, since there's a character like that in the book she's reading, that i recommended, and i won't ever forget when she suggested going to therapy when i tried to tell her about never feeling sexual attraction...

(Part 4) when i was testing the waters to see if i could tell her about being ace. That shut me up real quick. My point is, if i now tried to explain my dad about Anna and the rest of the TSC characters, it would had to be with my mom there and even if she wasn't there, i don't know what, exactly, i should say. They are the kind of people to tell me "i haven't meet the right guy yet" or say i can't be ace since i right now i am liking a boy i meet from school. Asexuality doesn't work like that!...

(Part 5) So yeah, i am doomed. I don't know what to do. I should had changed my background before giving my dad the phone, i should had done a lot of things different. They say they are not homophobic because they believe gay people shouldn't be oppress but i nearly exploded when my mom asked why they call bisexual people like that instead of gay since it is the same thing, less of a headache. She also said that the lgbt+ just keeps making up labels to feel special, please kill me now.

Hello, again.

I just want to quickly say thank you for telling me all this. It’s not easy to talk about things that trouble you and make you feel bad - even online and even on anonymous. So, thank you. I have always admired people who are able to talk about their pain as it is something I have never been able to do.

And I am sorry. I am really sorry that you have to live in a space where you have to explain your existence. The ignorance on asexuality is staggering - but it is not surprising that we don’t see people talking about it. Honestly, other than people here on tumblr, I don’t see people discussing asexuality at all. I work with lgbt communities and even they don’t talk about it. So, it is really difficult to start conversations about sexuality - especially with parents as the idea seems completely alien to them.

But I really really appreciate you trying to make an effort. I cannot tell you how happy it makes me that you are trying to talk to your parents. The fact that you accepted your sexuality, despite growing in such a restrictive environment - that in itself is an incredible milestone. I am so proud of you. I hope you know that.

My 17 year old self can relate to everything you shared. My family doesn’t talk about sexuality at all since we are just not that kind of people. At least we weren’t a few years ago. I think about where we are now and it seems like we are completely different people. Of course, my mom still has the whole ‘you can support lgbt people and be friends with them but gosh I hope you are not one of them’ attitude. But comparing to who she was five years ago, this is a massive improvement. And I am hoping it will get even better in the future.

What I am trying to say is that as long as you don’t give up on your family and yourself - you can always make it better. It is not easy at all and sometimes you just get so frustrated that you want to give up - because fuck why do we need to tell an adult how to be kind and respectful and accepting? But unfortunately it is our battle and we must fight if we want to win.

From what you said - I kind of gathered that your parents want to make an effort. Despite their mistakes in the past, they want to make it better. They are trying too - in their own way. So, I really do believe there is something that can be done here.

It’s okay if you can’t sit down and have conversations - I didn’t get here in a day either. It took me years. So, think of what will work with your family. I think you should make use of all this time you spend together in isolation.

For example, something that might work is having a movie night once a week. Talk to your parents and ask if you could all watch a movie together - just once a week. Figure out a time that works for every one of you and you must all commit. It’s not a demanding thing to ask and it might be fun. I hope your parents agree to this.

Every week, each person in the family can get to pick a movie they want to share the rest of them. So, week one your mom gets to choose, then your dad, then you. This way, you are making it equal so that the family time is not dictated by one person.

When it is your turn to pick the movie, I would suggest you to pick one with queer representation. But you have to go easy on them. Baby steps, okay? Do not pick movies with sex scenes or too much angst. Something very breezy. Actually, start with movies where queer people are side characters - try to avoid cliche movies and stereotypes and had bad writing. You have to ease them into it. Then you can slowly move towards movies that have queer couples are the mains.

For example, my mom and I watched BoRap last year and she fucking loved it - she wouldn’t have if we watched five years ago, but she does now. Also, try to find movies that represent your own culture since a lot of parents think that being gay is a western thing.

I know this sounds like an assignment - and I am sorry about that. But it worked for me and I hope it will work for you. I am reminding you again that this is a lot of work and patience and effort and compromise. But I love my family and I want them to be a part of my life. So, I made an effort and it made all the difference in my life.

So, don’t give up on them and don’t give up on yourself. I am not saying ‘oh you are so young it will get better with time’ - it fucking doesn’t, not unless both parties are willing to work on making it better.

So do your part - and I hope your parents do their role too. Good luck, brave annie. I hope it works out. If it doesn’t, we can always figure out something else :)

#dani talks #lgbt #asexuality

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