#Inspired by a really good nap I had lmao

[mikacanica]

Napping boys 💤

I feel like these two would probably nap all of the time now that things are better. Just happy they get to be with each other. 😭

[lxstfathier]

Cachorrita

Pt.5

Here you go, another thot for the cachorrita series, inspired on this ask that i received the other day, now including our beloved 141 boys! Hope you like it!! 💗

Warnings: spanking, pussy inspection, ale is kinda mean in this one lmao.

It’s 3 a.m. you really didn’t think that someone else, besides you and Johnny, would be awake. But when you sneak out of his place, cautiously trying to get to your own room, you’re caught by Alejandro and Rodolfo at the end of the hallway.

“Qué chingados estabas haciendo?” (what the fuck were you doing) Alejandro asks immediately, finding it strange to see you roam around the base at such a late hour.

You don’t know what to say. They’re not stupid, they won’t believe you if you tell them a lie, especially when you’re so close to the dorms where the 141 are staying for a few days. But that doesn’t mean you won’t try to get away with it.

“Uh- nothing, i just went to the bathroom” it’s all you manage to spit out, nervously playing with your hands.

But of course, they notice your nervousness, and that obvious look on your face that they know quite well. Those big guilty eyes that you do when you’ve been caught doing something bad.

“The bathroom is away from here” Rodolfo says, quickly catching on your lie just as you’d feared.

That’s all they need to know exactly what were you doing there, and they’re not happy about it. Their puppy? whoring herself out to the new men in base? hell no, you’re property of los vaqueros, not the 141, so they gotta remind you who do you belong to.

Alejandro grabs you by the collar, yanking it with enough force to make you gasp, and then drags you inside your room to throw you face down on the bed.

Lifting your ass up, he pulls down your shorts and uses his knee to push your legs apart, revealing what he was looking for.

“Look at this Rudy” Alejandro growls, spreading your swollen pussy with his fingers, just to see the thick cum still dripping out of your little hole. “Está llena de leche” (she’s full of cum).

“Who did that?” Rudy asks you.

“Johnny” you tell the truth this time, suppressing your moans when Alejandro rubs some circles on your sensitive clit.

“You didn’t have permission to fuck him”.

Without a warning, Alejandro takes his hand away from between your legs and lands a rough slap to your ass, so hard that your eyes fill with tears and a whine scapes from your lips.

He does it again, and again, until your soft skin turns red. But you don’t protest, you just accept your punishment like the good puppy that you are.

“Eso es suficiente Ale” (that’s enough) Rudy intervenes, making the colonel stop. “Besides, i think that maybe we can let our cachorrita have some fun with them, it may help the guys to get rid of some stress and boost their focus on the next mission”.

Alejandro thinks about it for a few seconds. Rudy has always been that voice of logic for him, not for nothing he’s the sergeant major, so he agrees with the idea.

Nothing bad can happen if they share you with the 141 for a while, right?. After all, pleasing men is what you enjoy the most.

“Bien” (fine) Alejandro lets go of his harsh grip on your collar, and pulls up your shorts, allowing you to lay down on the bed. “Now cachorrita… you’ll take a nap and then, before everyone wakes up, you’ll go to the captain’s room. It’s an order. Entendido?”.

“Si” you nod, smiling as you get under the blankets.

“Good girl.”

He pets your head, running his fingers thru your soft hair. Maybe not so mad at you like you had thought a few minutes ago. His touch more gentle and soft. Oh… if only you knew how much he hates to punish you.

After that, they both tell you to rest, and then go out of your room together, turning off the lights to let you sleep for a little bit.

But you can’t fall asleep at all, you just hug one of your stuffed animals while thinking about your next affair. Johnny was so sweet with you, he even praised you for being such an obedient pup! and you’re dying to know if captain Price will do the same!!

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Can we have more domestic loscar hc please👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Sure

They both sleep hot but always end up curled around each other in the morning so they always have the fan going and never put a comforter on their bed

Oscar hates to work out and Logan… does not help that lmao. They aren’t allowed to workout together

Neither of them cook and neither of them care what they eat most of the time so they have a roulette for their grocery list. They never know what’s going to show up each week. They’ve had two bags of radishes sitting at the bottom of their pantry for weeks now

Oscar does their budget bc Logan is bad at math

I have this headcanon that Logan is really good at puzzles so he does crosswords, sudoku, all that stuff, usually in the morning before Oscar is awake. Oscar normally comes out of the bedroom to his tea and Logan cursing out the New York Times

Logan gets migraines so Oscar keeps Excedrin in all of his bags

Bc they both learned some Italian at Prema, whenever they want to discuss stuff w/o being understood they’ll speak in Italian. But, they aren’t very good at it

Inspired by @dwarvenchords and their loscawson fic that Oscar cannot be woken up by man or god so often Logan ends up carrying him to the bedroom if he falls asleep somewhere. That’s why Logan’s beefing up so much, obviously

Oscar’s little sisters made them bracelets with their joined last names on them. They have them in a box for safekeeping but they’ll both wear them every once in a while. Specifically, if Logan ever is alone and really anxious he’ll wear it

They wanted to redo their bathroom. Oscar wanted to hire someone, Logan said he could do it. He did do it but it ended up costing more than what it would’ve cost to get someone else to do it. He’s proud of it though

Both of their favorite places to nap are in each other’s laps so it sucks when they BOTH want to nap bc it means someone has to be laid on

They get two dogs in their fifth season of f1, Riley and Muffin

Okay yep 👍🏼 gonna go home now bc i am sitting in my work’s parking lot

[antiquepearlss]

quick thanks giving ask before i have to disappear for personal reasons

ill be back soon dw bbys

what r the tts(& hugo cuz varian just HAD to bring his new boyfriend to thanksgivinh this year) favorite foods for thanks giving?

varian & quirin will always love pumpkin pie, its obvious, but i think varian would also like mashed potatoes

Rapunzel likes the corn bread(she just would idk WHY but i think shed liek corn bread okay HEAR ME OUT)

eugene & lance like it all, but eugene likes the gravy, like just the gravy, yes the other food is good, but gravy is just on top i fear

lance is a foodie, he likes it all

the girls like the turkey, except they fuckinh hate when its dry, so they drench their turkey in gravy if its dry

Hugo likes the stuffing and bread rolls, like hes a bread guy, he LOVES bread, and stuffing is like his thing

OH qnd cass(this is from my brother) likes the shit thats not even supposed to be at a thanks givinh dinner, like my brother said ahed like potato salad😭🙏 shes a diva what can i say

and as a whole lance def does the cooking, like dont even try me he does the cooking and its FIRE🙏 and they all get together on thanks giving and just have fun and talk, they just chill and eat and then take a big group nap bcuz of the food coma LMAO

I know this is about favorite foods but I’m just going to go ahead and drop my whole Thanksgiving scenario because I can. Also because those headcanons are canon actually and I can’t beat them. Rapunzel would like corn bread. Varian def likes the turkey and stuffing. Hugo likes the bland foods like bread and mashed potatoes. Lance liking all of it is so canon. Raps and Varian definitely love the desserts after. Eugene tries to bring like, low-calorie/diet alternatives but Lance throws them away. Also I love the Cass hc.

So Thanksgiving is always at Quirin’s house. Lance wants to have it at his but it’s too small, and Rapunzel plans most of everything else, so she lets Quirin lead this one.

Quirin and Lance do most of the cooking. Sometimes the others will bring a side dish, but Quirin and Lance prefer they didn’t. (They’re both kind of a diva in the kitchen) No one is allowed to help in the kitchen, except for Rapunzel and maybe Varian. The two men started off as kinda rivals when it came to cooking Thanksgiving foods, but they finally calmed down and now they’re a dream team. (The Quirin Lance friendship is weirdly super important to me??) Rapunzel and Varian do the baking, though.

I think Thanksgiving football is a thing? (I wouldn’t know, I did not grow up in a sports family lol.) So if it is, everyone watches that, but not really because they’re not sports people either. They just add their own stupid commentary to it while they wait for the food to be done. If they actually play a game, it just turns into Eugene and Varian and/or Hugo wrestling. Cass will play wrestle the girls, too. Eugene is not playing though, he fights to win. (Also Hugo and Varian are annoying and deserve to be smacked around a little.) I think it would be funny if Hugo and Varian wrestle and they get very aggressive about it. Couple goals.

They definitely watch the Macy’s parade, too. Rapunzel adores it. Lance likes the musical acts. Varian isn’t allowed to watch it because they’re worried it’ll inspire him /j. If the food still isn’t done, Quirin pops in the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special to get them to stfu. I also think it would be really funny if Lance made them watch these really obscure 1970-80’s Thanksgiving specials that aired once and no one knows about. They also watch that one scene from The Addams Family Values. You know the one.

Rapunzel also brings little crafts for everyone, too. And you can’t get out of them because they’re all too weak to her pouty face. Hand turkeys, paper towel turkeys, acorn turkeys, leaf turkeys, paper plate turkeys, if she gets her hands on something, she’s turning it into a turkey. It’s a new craft every year.

Varian absolutely tries to do educational stuff, and it works about half the time. Documentaries about the first Thanksgiving, little worksheets for third graders because they were free to print, stuff like that. I think he and Rapunzel (and to a lesser extent, Hugo) probably do go on rants about the lack of education about Native American history, so I think they take this opportunity to study and teach it.

(Eugene: Varian wtf why do I have to do this? Varian: because it’s educational! And also the only one that was free to print.)

I think Hector and Adira show up occasionally. Not every year, but maybe every two or three years. They also never give a heads-up, so it’s just a headache for everyone involved except them. Cass usually spends it with her father, but if he’s busy she’ll do it with Raps’ family (which for the sake of this post, is Quirin, Eugene, and Varian. Idk Frederic and Arianna are anti-Thanksgiving ig.)

Because they’re the youngest, Varian and the girls are tasked with setting the table and are just, so grumbly about it. Varian once suggested plastic plates and cutlery to cut down on dishes and Quirin grounded him for a month /j.

Once they actually sit down to eat it’s actually pretty chill. Quirin forces them all to say things they’re thankful for, and about half of them actually give serious answers. I think Hugo always gives a snarky answer, but one year he said “Varian.” So Var Bear definitely cried into his mashed potatoes that year. Rapunzel goes on soliloquies so she’s always last. There’s a 50/50 chance Varian will start talking about the latest scientific marvel, before going “and like, my family too.” Lance has a list. Cass gives one word answers. Eugene is usually not very serious, but sometimes he’ll say something sweet (followed by something funny.) Kiera and Catalina have never given a serious answer and they never will.

“so what are you thankful for?”

“the teletubbies reboot”

“my lobotomy”

“your mom”

“weed”

The dinner itself is actually pretty tame. This group of people aren’t exactly the type of people to argue about like, politics lol, nor would they get unnecessarily chaotic during the meal. (Hugo is too scared of Quirin to pick a fight with his nephew in front of him on a holiday.) They just kinda vibe and hang out. They seem like the type of people to keep talking even an hour after they’ve finished their food, though. They really enjoy eachother’s company.

Once they’re done, Rapunzel usually is the one to volunteer to do dishes, and Varian helps her out (and forces Hugo to help as well.) And because they’re them, the dishes are somehow washed, dried, and put away in the span of fifteen minutes. They also measure out the leftovers for everyone to take home.

Maybe after the dinner they all go on a walk or something idk. Just to take in the last of the fall foliage before everything is barren and dead. Also because Old Corona is generally very chill and cold, so sometimes it snows which Raps loves.

So this one is purely based off of my family, but after the dinner/walk they all watch a Christmas movie and fall asleep. It is not uncommon for all of them to just spend the night there because of the food coma they’re in. Cass usually does leave, though. Raps takes pictures and makes a lil scrapbook.

Max, Fidella, and Ruddiger all get some leftovers, too. (Usually leftover stuffing and mashed potatoes because you shouldn’t give animals turkey!)

Also one year Quir an Var had Thanksgiving with Ulla’s family, so naturally everyone went with them because where else are they supposed to go?? And so they all sat at the kids table with Varian to make him feel better. Fred and Ari tried to host a Thanksgiving once, and it was so stiff and formal and uncomfortable, that everyone just agreed to never do it again. Donella went to a dinner once with Hugo, she was weirdly delightful.

[jeonstellate]

selene’s concerto — movement iii

as the sun continued to reign over the horizon, a part of your history repeated itself.

◎༄ jeon wonwoo x gender neutral!reader

◎༄ time travel!au, royal!au, moon lovers: scarlet heart ryeo-inspired!au

◎༄ bulleted list format — 2.5K words

masterlist | s. concerto masterlist | movement iv

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◎༄ remember when i wrote this, this, & this? yea, me neither. but apparently it’s been ~2 years since, oml. as of rn, there should be two more parts after this. hopefully, they don’t take me another 2 years . . .

◎༄ taglist: @jadesniall (msg me to be added!)

you miraculously reached the jeon household in one piece

of course, that feat isn’t without you making sure you didn’t fracture anything

and also you making sure that there isn’t any evidence on you

bc or else the princes and your fourth cousin would bombard you with questions once you arrive

surprisingly, though, despite the mishap, you are still the first one to set foot on the jeon household

so you told one of the handmaidens there to just come and find you when the lees have arrived

most of the time, when you happen to be the earliest, you seek out prince jungkook or his betrothed

just to bother them, really

but sometimes, you opt to just let time pass by taking a nap at the jeons’ botanical garden

you don’t lie down on the flowers, ofc

(you were taught better than that, js)

rather, you climb a tree and sleep on one of the branches

(just to clarify: it’s one of those trees with a large base and thick branches, like an oak tree or smth)

(the point is, it can support your weight just fine)

not sure if that’s comfortable, but you do it most of the time anw

esp if you’re not that tired to climb one

which was today’s case

tmi but one time you were so tired that you couldn’t climb up a tree and just passed out in the gazebo

since everyone knew your favorite napping spot is up your favorite tree, they assumed they would find you there that time too

but then you weren’t, so they actually had to make an effort to be able to locate you

in the end, they found you thirty-five-ish mins later because you?? somehow?? found?? the most secluded?? part of the?? gazebo??

lmao good times good times

so yea

you slept

and forgot about wtv mishap happened to you today

unbeknownst to you, the princes started gathering little by little while you slept

“where’s [first name]?”

the princes that cared about you the most (read: crown prince joongi and fifth prince seunghoon) arrived last, so they barely started caring about your whereabouts then

“the head maid said they headed to the garden when they arrived,” tenth prince seonwoo informs his eldest brother

“[nickname] must be sleeping then,” prince seunghoon concludes

“who’s [first name]? [nickname]?” a voice asks, prompting everyone present to look at its source

“ah, wonwoo, you’re here,” crown prince recognizes his brother’s presence, “finally after seven years”

“yea,” fourth prince taejoon chimes in, “seven years too long”

“not my fault,” the sixth prince shrugs

“ya! listen to this punk,” third prince exclaims, “he sounds like he didn’t even miss his brothers”

“the border has kept me too occupied,” prince wonwoo defends himself almost nonchalantly, with no remorse in his voice whatsoever

his brothers takes immediately notice of how he didn’t even confirm nor deny prince inyeop’s accusation

but no one bothers to point it out

after all, even if seven years had already passed, their brother still seems to remain the same

the sixth prince — who inherited their father’s cold, fox-like eyes — also conceals any warm emotion he feels to appear more like ice

truthfully, all the princes have that kind of cold intimidation around them

perhaps save for the fifth and seventh prince

and maybe the tenth, too

but the sixth born arguably has one of the strongest

something that only the first born can rival

given that they both got their strengthened aura after years in the battlefield

lowk it’s debatable who has the real strongest cold aura tho, ngl

the first prince had spent more than a decade in total in the battlefield, so he’s def more experienced than the sixth prince

however, according to rumors, prince joongi has gotten “softer” ever since he got married

and no one is really brave enough to confirm it, so

anyway

however

no fight nor battle has managed to take away their affections for their brothers

even if they refuse to admit it

and they both know their brothers well enough to know that they know that they care for them

so, yeah

there’s no really need for the sixth prince to admit it out loud

so the literal translation for his reply to prince inyeop is: “i did miss you guys”

or at least that’s how his brothers heard it

“we missed you, too, hyung-nim,” seventh prince replies on behalf of the rest

“yea,” prince seunghoon adds on, “that’s why you should go fetch [first name] at the garden”

(trust the fifth prince to pass the thing that prolly would’ve been ordered to him otherwise lmao)

prince wonwoo is about to argue, mostly about not knowing who even that is, but he’s easily overpowered by his six brothers

yea

that’s right

he might be a well-decorated warrior, but his skills are subpar when it comes to winning against his brothers

he can’t be good at everything, man

“[first name] should be on one of the trees!” they called after his retreating figure, “if not, look in the gazebo!”

the sixth prince thought it would be more practical to look for [first name] at the gazebo first since it was closer

but he finds no one there, so he figures the person he is looking for is really by the trees

so off he goes

in all honesty, prince wonwoo has no idea who he is supposed to be looking for

but he figures he’d spot that person easily

after all, who else would sleep at the garden??

and sure enough, it didn’t take him that long to spot someone on top of a tree

looking like they’re in an uncomfortable position, but sleeping peacefully nonetheless

frankly, the sixth prince isn’t the one to judge others quickly

especially given that others do that to him too often for his liking

which eventually landed him an unpleasant nickname in the streets

but that’s a story for another time

but it’d be a lie to say that he isn’t literally judging the person on the tree rn

justifiably so, though, bc

who?? in their right mind?? prefers to sleep on top of a tree?? instead of somewhere more comfortable?? and safer??

like, who knows, a guest room?? or even just inside the gazebo?? on the grass??

the jeon household is wide enough to house dozens — if not hundreds — of guests, there’s absolutely no way every single room is already preoccupied atm

esp with his temporary stay, which might’ve prompted some to steer clear from the household

sure, the gazebo might be a hard, concrete surface . . . but at least there are pillows in there??

plus there’s shade there as well . . . so why wasn’t that the main choice for naps?

and as for the grass . . . they can move wherever which way they want?? bc there’s no danger of falling?? and the grass should definitely be softer for the back than the branch is??

sigh, wtv

the person’s peculiar napping spot shouldn’t be his main concern rn

esp since he has no idea how to wake them up without activating the threat of falling

prince wonwoo’s chosen first course of action is to call their name — or at least, the name his brothers addressed the person as

“[first name]? [first name]?”

he unconsciously holds his breath when the person in question stirs in their sleep, suddenly more alert just in case they fall

much to his relief and slight amusement, [first name] doesn’t wake up and fall

so he tries again, this time with a louder voice

when that doesn’t seem to work either, he increased his voice volume again

as in closer to the volume that he commands his troops with

he won’t be surprised if his brothers heard it from where they are tbh

and yet

still nothing

[first name] literally just shifted their position to face away from him

and continued their journey in dreamland

prince wonwoo could’ve sworn he heard his voice echo so it was definitely loud

so how the fck did this person sleep through it??

in that person’s defense, they’re having an intriguing dream

esp since that person happened to be you

aka someone who just got treated like a sack of potatoes earlier by a masked rider

but the prince doesn’t know that

and does he need to?

maybe

maybe not

to him, you’re literally just the person his brothers want him to retrieve

and to you, he is the voice of the man in your dreams

yk the man you kept dreaming about? the one with specs and rolled up sleeves?

(if you need a refresher, here)

yea, him

okay, but really . . . that was kind of . . .

a lie

prince wonwoo’s — although you don’t know that it’s him yet — voice is actually coming through in your dream as a voice over

like an unseen narrator whose only lines are your name

or like a heavenly being who’s urging you to step into the light

either way, it’s unsettling to hear any voice in your dream

especially since it’s a dream you’ve had for a million times already

you basically already know what is supposed to happen, frame by frame

and that voice is definitely new

God???

God, is that you???

in your defense, it’s rlly coming off as someone omnipresent

yes, the voice is strangely matching the timing of the man in your dreams

but the shape of his mouth is definitely not matching the words you’re hearing

so, obviously, that voice can only be God

sure, you might not entirely believe in anything religious but honestly, as someone who somehow managed to travel back in time, you’re willing to think of anything

even if you don’t necessarily believe in it

duh

except . . .

is God allowed to curse?

‘cause you were certainly hearing a colorful language now

mixed with your name, ofc

wait wait wait

what if—

if it isn’t God, but Sa—

Sa—

you wake up with a start.

you’re so startled by the prospect of dreaming of the devil that you

plummet down before you can even remember where you were

rip

you instinctively closed your eyes as you wait your body to hit the ground

however, the pain never comes

and as much as you’re glad you didn’t feel any pain, you’re highly suspicious why you didn’t

so you opened your eyes

just to see something oddly familiar obstructing your view

your eyes shoots up in panic, as you mentally chant

“pleasedon’tbewhoithinkyouare” “pleasedon’tbewhoithinkyouare” “pleasedon’tbewhoithinkyouare” “pleasedon’t—”

unfortunately, no matter how many times you repeated it nor how fast you said it, you didn’t seem to be heard

which is a matter you quickly realized after making eye contact with a familiar masked man

aka the same masked rider that dropped you from a moving horse

aka the person you desperately wished he wasn’t

oh, what luck

the universe really likes you, it seems

please note the sarcasm

“you!” your voice holds so much disdain

“you again,” contrary to your disdain, his voice sounds exhausted, like he can’t believe he’s dealing with you again

excuse him, but you can’t believe you’re dealing with him again, either

if anything, between the two of you, you’re certainly the one who’s against your paths crossing again the most

and, really, no one can even blame you, if ever

esp considering that he did just drop you on the ground unceremoniously

“why are you here!” you can’t even bring yourself to make your exclamation sound like a question, “put me down!”

. . .

. . .

. . .

*facepalm*

clearly, you haven’t learned your lesson the first time

and clearly, this masked man is a little too great at following commands

“why am i here?” you hear him scoff while you try not cuss him out for dropping you. again. “shouldn’t i be the one asking you that?”

“i asked you first”

“why do i need a reason to be in my household?”

at that point, you have successfully used the tree trunk to help yourself stand, but you almost lost your footing the second he said that

thankfully, you’re able to regain it before you looked like a fool in front of him

phew

“what— what did you just say?”

you aren’t rlly sure if you actually wanted him to repeat what he just said, ngl

mostly bc you aren’t sure if you want him to confirm his identity

but oh well

too late now

“this is my household,” he repeats,

“i am prince wonwoo of the jeons, sixth prince of the kingdom, fifth-in-line to the throne”

.

.

.

.

.

meeting the prince who completed the ensemble of the king’s alive sons didn’t change anything in your life

at least that’s what you hoped to say

unfortunately, it isn’t necessarily the case

for one, you gained an “enemy” in the sixth prince

technically, you kind of treat the sixth and the third prince similarly

except your banters with the sixth prince aren’t exactly playful

on hindsight, it’ll be better to assume that you get along far better with the third prince

since, at least, you just tease each other to make your days more interesting

there’s only so much you can do for entertainment in this era yk

however, for the younger prince, there’s a feeling of . . . antagonism, almost

it’s definitely one-sided since you’re most likely the only one who feels that way

since prince wonwoo doesn’t seem to care

but wtv

you can’t just forget he dropped you off a horse

and then proceeded to drop you again that same day when you met for the second time

he hasn’t even apologized for either one, btw

when you tried to confront him about it one time and basically told him to tell you sorry

he just rose one of his eyebrows, scoffed, and then said: “you’re the one who told me to put you down. why should i apologize for doing what you told me to do?”

. . .

. . .

you hate how he had a valid point there

but you won’t admit that to his face

so you just hmph’ed away then and gave up on getting an apology from him from then on

in retaliation, though,

since you can’t have him feeling like he won wtv rivalry this is that you have going on

that he doesn’t seem to be aware of

you decided to never be nice to him

that seems like a reasonable course of action for you, esp given that the sixth prince doesn’t seem bothered by your attitude towards him

even if he’s the only one you don’t seem to like, out of his brothers

so yea

everything seems justified

funnily enough though, even with your personified source of high blood pressure,

you still won’t trade these days for others

esp when you know what the future holds for the royal clan and everyone close to them . . .

*plays ominous music*

[thee-morrigan]

:D for your twc girlies, ♡♥∇?

tysm, Bunny! <33333 ngl, it was an effort not to turn some of these into full-on essays lmao.

♡ - romantic headcanons

Petra loves naps. To the extent that she semi-regularly blocks time on her calendar for a power nap if she knows she’s in for a particularly long day. Once Ava realizes this, blankets start appearing on the backs and arms of every chair or couch Ava has ever seen Petra fall asleep on at the warehouse. (Did Ava enlist Nat’s help for picking good blankets? Signs point to yes.) Holland has what is, at this point, a frankly embarrassing number of never-to-be-sent love letters in various states of completion hidden in a shoebox in her closet. These notes (obviously) contain all of her Sappiest Nate Feelings ™️ and would fully expose all the dreamiest romantic parts of herself that she likes to pretend don’t exist (v delusional of her to think they aren’t obvious 😌) on the topic of not-so-secret sappiness, Leila has SO many doodles and sketches of Morgan in her notebooks, the margins of meeting minutes, etc. I know this is probably going to be obliterated by actual canon, but to me, the first time Del says “I love you” to Felix is totally accidental. he does something that makes her laugh so hard her sides ache, and when she catches her breath, she says, “oh, I love you,” out loud without meaning to.

♥ - family headcanons

canon be damned, Leila has a great relationship with her grandparents and has always spent a fair amount of time with them. This has continued into adulthood. She’s especially close with her grandfather, who inspired her love of cooking (and taught her how to make perfect tahdig). Petra doesn’t want a family in the traditional, married-with-kids sense—never has, really, but certainly not in her current line of work! she’s much more flexible on the marriage part than the idea of having kids, though (so, if that were something that were important to Ava or if she proposed, Petra would be fine with it; she just wouldn’t care if they didn’t, either). Despite her stated lack of interest in children, Holland is the one who broaches the idea of adopting the supernatural orphan who ends up at the facility one day after falling through a portal. (this hc is based solely on vibes/a random thought I had literally years ago; my brain latched onto it and now it’s her canon, I cannot explain myself further.) Del snoops for more info on Rook in the Agency’s databases pretty much as soon as she learns he was also a human liaison for Wayhaven. Rebecca won’t talk about him, and she wants to know everything she can (few things frustrate her more than feeling left in the dark).

∇ - old age/aging headcanons I meannnn this is just (im)mortality/Turning vs Not hcs, yes? Because that’s how I’m taking it :D

Delaney thinks eventually becoming a vampire is more or less a no-brainer decision. I’m not sure when she’ll start making any kind of serious plans, but she might be the only one for whom it’s a very clear and definite “yes, this will happen at some point.” A rare instance in which Petra doesn’t make a purely impulsive decision haha. She absolutely wants to see All The Data on success rates, procedural notes, etc. Of all my twc girlies, she’s probably the one with the most practical concerns/considerations re: not staying human. I think she ends up deciding to go for it(?) Leila is another relatively easy “yes, why wouldn’t I?” with the caveat that she has a bit of an identity crisis afterwards — and especially as the ramifications of her decision start to sink in (friends/loved ones aging, etc.). She won’t ultimately regret her decision, per se, but there will definitely be Some Feelings about it! aaaand I genuinely have no idea where Holland will land. She has the most anxiety about it by FAR. She really struggles with wrapping her head around what the realities of living forever would be like, day to day. (Also, she has a deep-seated fear of choosing immortality and having it force her to learn the definitive point at which people (…okay, Nate) stop(s) wanting her around.) She ends up having a number of conversations with Adam, weirdly enough (she’s definitely least close with him, out of all of UB), about most of her concerns, which is a cool bonding opportunity for them.

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[armysantiny]

Hold Me – BC

P: Bang Chan x gender neutral reader | G: drabble, fluff, hurt/comfort, sickfic (sorta) | Inc: soloist!reader, producer!Chan, mentions of producer!2racha, auras, naps, seizures | Wc: 1.3k | W: seizure activity, the seizure itself | R: G

Summary: Y/n was not having a good week. All their efforts to record the song they were including in their next album thwarted by auras, it’s no surprise that they have to deal with a tonic-clonic seizure. They  didn’t account for their lead producer catching on, however.

Min's notes; I haven't had a tonic clonic in years I literally had to go and look it up lmao.

DS: Epileptic Reader masterlist

The instrumental flows through the headphones, one of the tracks set to be included in y/n’s upcoming album playing. Despite the remarkable progress y/n was doing – three out of nine tracks fully recorded – their health lately has been having other ideas. Namely auras. Daily. For the last week, y/n could do nothing else but stop recording for the day once the auras had started interfering with every little part of their day. But they’re feeling decent today, so y/n sips on a water bottle as they warm up their voice, drumming their fingers along their thigh.

They can do this. They’ll be fine.

“Ready to go, pop star?” Nodding along to the lead producer’s voice, y/n looks up for a moment, meeting Chan’s gaze. “I’ll replay the pre-chorus; I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”

As the song starts up again, y/n goes through their lyrics. The song is fun, bouncy and the musician feels optimistic. It’s going well after all; their tongue doesn’t feel heavy, there’s no brain fog stopping—

“…hey? Y/n – you okay? Can you hear me?” Huh?

Staring at the floor of the recording booth while the rest of their consciousness trickles back in, y/n says nothing, their body catching up with reality. A few minutes and y/n’ll be fine – in theory. But there’s silence, and it doesn't help Chan’s concern one bit, because the producer halts the song and recording in favour of going inside the booth himself.

That’s his artist in there, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t go in and check for himself.

Gentle hands reach for their headphones, and y/n finally feels physically present to react. Muttering a thank you and stepping around the recording equipment, the musician makes their way out of the booth. Chan’s hands on their shoulders help two-fold, grounding them when their posture sways with every second step. Sinking into the plush of the sofa, they nearly wince – three concerned pairs of eyes looking right back at them. Y/n’s medical wasn’t, and hadn’t been, any kind of mystery amongst the people they work with. Not that it was even allowed to be one in the first place.

“Was it that long?” Y/n simply can’t afford to keep cutting their working day short – things need to get done today; songs need to be recorded, photo shoots need to be attended, choreography needs to be worked on. The questioning shrug Jisung sends their way doesn’t exactly inspire confidence either.

“Three— maybe four minutes?” Changbin answers, peering at his phone. “It took a couple of minutes to realise you weren’t responding to any of us.”

Maybe it really was that long.

“Well-!” Chan cuts in, much to y/n’s appreciation. “We’re supposed to be scheduled with you later tonight as well, there’s enough material to work with for now… you could take a nap before heading off for lunch?” And y/n grabs his offer with both hands, getting up with a series of thanks sent the producers way, intent on finding a spare, unused practice room to rest in. Jisung and Changbin do voice their concerns, offering up the studio sofa, and y/n declines – they need the lights off, and it would put a stop to the production team’s work.

“At least let Chan hyung take your stuff?” Changbin offers.

“Sure, thanks Bin… see you this evening?”

“See you later, superstar~”

Y/n does find a space to nap, slipping into the lone practice room and taking their spot on the sofa tucked against the wall. Chan’s not too far behind, slipping inside with y/n’s things in hand while he tries – and somewhat fails – to catch the door with his foot before it ultimately crashes shut.

“Shit— sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to do that.” The producer rambles, a sheepish tug of a smile on his face. Dropping y/n’s bag by the arm of the sofa under the artist’s sleepy instruction, Chan pauses on his way to the light switch.

“Call me if you need something when you wake up, yeah?”

“Yeah, I will. Thanks Chris.”

When y/n wakes up some unknown time later, they’re met by a sliver of light pouring into the practice room and  onto their face. It does a decent job of waking them up, and soon the musician is swinging their legs over the side of the sofa, unable to get themselves back to sleep. They yawn, the last remnants of sleep slipping through their fingers.

The nap was good, very good, but life doesn’t stop for anyone, and schedules still need to be attended to.

Making their way through the halls of the agency with their bag slung over their shoulder, y/n pauses, taking several deep breaths. There’s an annoyingly familiar tingle going up their arm, but it’s probably just going to be another ‘seizure scare’. It has to be. Checking their phone with their good hand, y/n almost wants to cry in relief when their manager texts them with the news that the interview’s been moved a few days forward. There was no way y/n could give a coherent interview today anyway.

Y/n’s on their way to practice when it hits, sending y/n to the floor as their body goes stiff and rigid. Their body isn’t their own; jerking limbs, locked jaw, groaning and wheezing as the seizure takes hold. It won’t stop, y/n can’t make it stop and there’s nothing the artist can do but let it run its course.

“What the—…y/n? Y/n, hey popstar, is that—” Chan falls silent as he comes across y/n’s seizing body, tongue frozen as he scrambles over in a panic, health and safety presentations repeating themselves over and over again.

Y/n’s already wearing a hoodie, but extra protection in the form of their bag wouldn’t hurt.

“…shit, it’s been a couple minutes? More?” Chan rambles to himself, stress seeping into his system as he clears the space just that little bit more. “You’re gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay, y/n. It’s almost over now…”

Chan hopes it will be over soon.

The third minute mark gives Chan enough fear to start dialling 119. Y/n was already on the ground when he found them, what if they’d already passed the five-minute mark for ‘normal’ seizure? His finger presses the last digit when he spots y/n’s body starting to go lax, and the producer almost wants to cry out in relief.

Not yet. Not until y/n is better and fully aware of themselves.

It takes a while at first; y/n’s hearing starts coming back slowly,  sounds of Chan’s worry and a vague phone conversation filtering its way in. The sensations follow, fingers feeling the fabric of y/n’s hoodie from where their arm had locked in place, the material of their bag cushioning the back of their head. Y/n’s eyes open up slowly, damp with unshed tears, the lights of the company hallway blinding like the heaven’s gates themselves had opened up.

They groan, and finally, Chan cries out in relief.

“Hey there popstar…” he smiles, worried eyes seeking y/n’s gaze, “you with me?”

“…’s bright.” Their eyes get some relief in the shade of Chan’s hand blocking the overhead lights. “Where…?”

“You’re in the hallway mate, the seizure wasn’t too long when I found you.” Chan answers, immediately coming ‘to y/n’s aid when the artist starts to pull themselves up, albeit still shaking. There’s already hints of soreness across y/n’s body, and hints of a headache creeping up on them.

“Hey, Chris?”

“Mhm?” He stands up as soon as y/n does, watching with pre-emptive concern as they reach to collect their things, ever ready to help.

“I think…I think I’m just gonna call it a night,” y/n yawns, “could you drop me off outside my apartment? I’ll pay you back for the gas.”

Sure thing. Don’t worry about the gas money, you just get some rest, okay?”

Y/n smiles. They will.

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Stranded (II) | jhs

— But, darling, if you hadn’t fallen, you wouldn’t have met him—the one who’ll render you mad and drunk with his love so much that you’ll never want to find sanity again.

word count: 11,730 (PART II) contents: FLUFF, domestic things, ✨revalations✨, drinking (duh), getting drunk (duh pt 2), hangovers (duh pt 3), yn and hobi being wholesome uwu, people teasing the shit out of them, someone caught the feels 👀💕💖💞, not necessarily accurate (i mixed up a lot of versions and made up some shit), a bit historical?? idk anymore, Greek Mythology AU pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader Inspired by Dionysus and Ariadne

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A/N: I forgot to release a teaser for this lmao but here's part two! hAVE FLUFF BC THE LAST PART IS GONNA BE A ROLLERCOASTER MWAHAHAHA I won't hold you guys back for long 💖 hope you guys enjoyed this! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Stay tuned for the last part next week!~

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿 ◁ || ▷ 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽

If you must admit, it’s not so bad to be in the company of the trickster stranger and his spotted beast.

In the weeks that followed, the two of them had helped you make a home for yourself, especially as the quiet decay of nature marks the eventual coming of full autumn and winter. Upon finding a little cave near the beach, you have since made turns fortifying it against nature and wild animals. Neither of you were good carpenters, but it was surely an adventure attempting to build makeshift furniture and decor. It cannot compare to the palace you grew up in, but you find yourself not minding the clutter and mess.

(There exists traces of them both around your little cave—fruits and fishes that Hoseok brings with him in his visits for you to eat, that wolf pelt cloak he let you keep, a makeshift bed on the ground for Agrios to lay on, three sets of wooden plates that you and Hoseok tried your hand at crafting.)

Though he no longer has practical reasons to do so—what with you somewhat now settled well in this corner of the island—Hoseok still visits you in your cave, at times, bringing Agrios with him. Sometimes it's a walk along the beach, other times it’s some random trinket he wanted to give you, but most times it’s endless idle chatting.

“I’m beginning to think I’ve seen that face of yours before,” you muse to him one day as the two of you sit on a blanket by the beach, watching the sun set. Next to you, Agrios naps with his tail swinging leisurely against your arm. The seabreeze blows fresh against your face, as you take in the timeless view.

Today’s a beautiful day, you think. Especially with good company.

Beside you, Hoseok seemed surprised himself. “You have?” he murmurs at your sudden thought, but his eyes soon twinkle. “And where might have you seen my dashing looks, princess?”

(He knows of your true identity by now—of your being a princess on the run for a treason committed—and has sworn to not tell a soul of your whereabouts to anyone, but something tells you he calls you princess simply to tease.) 

You roll your eyes at his smug expression. “I said ‘I think’, did I not?” you huff, gently running your hand through Agrios’ fur and earning purrs of approval from the beast. “It may have been in one of the palace celebrations, I’m not really sure, but I think I’ve already heard of that boisterous laugh of yours.”

Memories of your time in Crete have become so distant the more you spend your time here. Though a part of you doesn't really mind, you are sometimes reminded of certain moments, and recently, a vague sensation rings through your head of a time where you may or may not have caught a glimpse of him.

“Well,” Hoseok muses with a shrug, catching you off guard. “You might be correct on that one.”

You didn’t quite think your assumption was true. “Oh?” you ask, a surprise now putting you in his initial position. “How so?”

Hoseok eases back, looking at the sky as if it would make him remember previous events more. “I have been to Crete before during my travels,” he hums, tapping his chin as he thought, “though I was most likely drunk off my wits, I think I can recall being in Crete around five summers ago.”

Your eyes are rounded in shock as the notion jogs your memory.

You recall sneaking out of your room, only to see chaos in the palace grounds because your older brother perched himself atop the statue of a stallion in the gardens and slurring nonsense. “Were you the one that got Catreus drunk senseless?” you gasped, scandalized but also very much amused remembering the utter mess your usually stoic and uptight brother had turned into.

Had he been there to spread the influence of his god?

It takes him a minute, but Hoseok seems to remember pulling such a stunt on a young man he came across in the garden, what with the proud grin that takes over his lips. “He seemed to need it,” he shrugs, devilish as he then goes to nudge you. “So do you.”

Though the thought of wine yet again tempts you, you go pale for a moment at the thought of the embarrassing chaos he’ll get you into if you get drunk in his presence. “I refuse to drink anything that comes from the likes of you,” you claim, a laugh leaving your lips nonetheless.

Hoseok drapes an arm over your shoulder, leaning some of his weight on you as he does. “Once you set your soul free,” he mischievously tells you, “you’ll know how fun these sorts of adventures can be.”

Pushing him off of you with a playful squint, you cross your arms. “Nonsense,” you playfully retorted, “one of us has to be the serious one around here, don’t we?”

A dramatic gasp comes to you as a response, along with a poke to the side that makes you giggle. The young man soon throws his full weight all over you, sending you both laying back onto the sand with an ‘oof!’ from your end.

Hoseok simply continues his dramatics. “You wound me, (Y/N)!” he cried, “how could you?”

Your laugh merrily fills the air as Hoseok feigns limp against you, playing to be slain by your words. His upper half intersects over your stomach, forcing you to lay on your back. “Get off of me, you oaf,” you half-heartedly whine as you try and wriggle your way out of his grasp.

His black tresses tickle your arm as he shakes his head. “No,” he childishly insists, as you turn your attention to his old companion for some help. The spotted beast simply stares back in disdain, as if the two of you were rowdy children he was tasked to watch over.

“Agrios,” you call out for the leopard in the midst of your struggle, “help me here, won’t you?”

A second or two passes before the beast trudges forth to nudge at Hoseok’s head, signaling him to get off of you. “You’re such a traitor, Agrios,” Hoseok grumbles, nonetheless shifting his weight a little, so that the only weight on you would be his head resting against your stomach. “No fun, at all.”

A breathless chuckle leaves your lips as you relent with where he settled with, the two of you now staring at the clouds overhead. A comfortable silence settles between you both, but your mind ruins it soon enough.

All so suddenly, you come to think of how different you and Hoseok are—of how you pale in comparison to him. The way he grins and laughs about his adventures brews a conscious jealousy in you. His experiences have made him so happy and carefree—something you wish to be, if it were only that easy.

“Having fun isn’t good,” you murmur underneath your breath—a reminder reigning yourself in. You’ll get ahead of yourself again and get yourself hurt for the umpteenth time.

Suddenly, Hoseok straightened from his laidback bearing, and gawked at you. Sitting up along with him, you realized he had heard you, and, to your shock, he almost looked offended by your statement. “What makes you think so?” he questioned, somewhere in between confused and concerned.

Feeling embarrassed at the realization you’ve said such a thing aloud, you turned your eyes towards the sea as the waves rushed to kiss the sand. “Not to disparage you, Hoseok, but,” you bit your lip as you struggled to put your thoughts into words. “I simply am not one for merrymakings.”

You feel Hoseok shift next to you. From the corner of your eyes, you see him lean over to get a good look at you. His face bared no hint of the anger you expected from him. He, instead, was simply just interested in knowing the reason as to why a person such as yourself wouldn’t be fond of parties. “Again,” he manages a chuckle, “May I ask why?”

Your life was a stark contrast to his colorful escapades. A part of you wanted to have the hunger he has for having fun and wreaking havoc, but in your bones was the foreign princess raised to be obedient and compliant. “I’m not fit for it like you are, Hoseok,” you tell him, “I’m quiet and unfun—”

“Well—”

“—I’ve never even been to a lot of parties,” you cut any of his rebuttals out. “It’s why I don’t have fun in the ones I do attend.”

Hoseok blinks—once, twice—his head taking in your words upon closer inspection. Soon, he jolted to his feet and clapped his hands together in some 'eureka!' moment. “Well that simply cannot do!” he then exclaims with a determined look branding his face.

At his words, your eyebrows furrowed together as you cast a glance at the leopard beside you for any telling sign of his companion's reaction. “What are you planning?” you questioned Hoseok, your voice swimming with suspicion. (You liked to think you were rightfully being so. The last time you allowed yourself to do something bold, you had gotten yourself stranded on this very island.)

Hoseok opens his arms with a grand gesture, as if you could see what he was envisioning. “We’ll go around the island for celebrations!” he boldly declares. "A festival for Demeter and Persephone will be coming soon! A lot of gatherings are bound to take place!"

The big grin that seized his face unflinchingly remained, tempting you to agree with his plans so as to make him happy. Alas, your mind demanded to see reason. Your arms crossed as you defiantly questioned him. “Not possible. I'll be seen by the townsfolk if we do such a thing,” you countered, gesturing to yourself. “I'm a fugitive, remember?”

Hoseok grins still, so bright that it rivals the sun itself. “That is not a problem at all, my dear,” he assures you with a wink. “You have me.”

Your heart swells but your mind scoffs. “That’s hardly any consolation,” you lightly grimace as you idly run a hand through Agrios' fur, thinking of the shenaniganry Hoseok pulls and will pull.

Hoseok, ever brazen, doesn't, at all, seem to take offense in your honest doubt. "Hush now," he all but tuts before beckoning you to follow him. "Come with me, dearest (Y/N)!~"

Your friend stands there, a few feet away from you, waiting so excitedly that a traitorous part of you has already started to give in to his ideas. "Hoseok…" you sigh as you stand on your feet, Agrios following suit. "I really don't think it'd be a good idea for me to be anywhere else…"

For a moment, Hoseok turns somber, taking a step towards you to hold you by the shoulders. "It'll be alright," he assures you, voice as comforting as the squeeze he gives you. "I'll be there and we'll have fun. You don't have to drink if you'd like, but there'll be a feast. I'm sure you'd like to eat something else other than fish and fruits for a change."

A smile is nearly coaxed out of you at the thought.

It took a hint of that intrigue and a second for Hoseok's excited grin to resurface. "There'll be music, storytelling, dancing—it'll be grand!" he says, circling you as he excitedly lists off some ideas off his head. "We can all don on masks if you truly want to keep your identity secret, though I truly doubt anyone would care."

That traitorous part of you grows ever curious the more those gorgeous eyes of his sparkle with delight.

Hoseok half-heartedly rests his hand upon his heart as he lays the last of his assurances. "I'll lead you out of it if it ever gets too much for you. You needn't worry."

At this point, your mind is scrambling for an excuse to keep itself atop your reckless urge for such pleasures. Stay hidden!—your paranoia screeches, thrashing about and clinging onto any bit of sense it could grab ahold of.

Yet, you sigh and sink into the abyss. "You're a man of many words," you tell him as you nonetheless let your arms be linked with his.

The hint of your surrender writes satisfaction all over Hoseok's face. "I intend to keep them," he then croons, hips coyly nudging yours as the three of you make your way out of the beachline. "You'll have the time of your life, I promise."

Hoseok was surprisingly diligent when he wanted to, eagerly at your door (cave?) and ushering you awake in the early hours of the morrow. "Time to rise and shine! I have a lot planned for you today!" he gleefully rips away your bedding and, in spite of your half-awake protests, you are carried out of your abode over the shoulder of your dearest menace.

Eyelids heavier still, you could hardly figure out what on earth your friend was up to. By some degree of capability, you resorted to grasping at whatever slumber was left in you as Hoseok carried you to gods know where.

"Still sleeping, princess?"

You only grunt in response.

In hindsight, you should've been more attentive—should've heard the sound of running water and pulled yourself out of a sleepy haze then and there. Maybe then, you wouldn't have suffered the heart attack of having your legs plunged into cold waters out of nowhere. "Hoseok!" you screech as you jump back into his hold, suddenly very much awake.

Miraculously, he doesn't lose his balance, saving the both of you from instant, wet damnation. "Good morning," the menace grins as he sets you down once again—this time gentler as you become more aware of where he had taken you.

It was another cavern—one larger and more open than the one you made your home. The sunlight peaks through a sizable gap between the rocks above, allowing it to grace a little light inside. In the middle of the cave was a pool, one that likely has a tunnel beneath that leads to the sea outside, considering the faint sound of crashing waves in the distance reaching your ears.

"It's beautiful," you say with barely any thought as you gather the ends of your dress while you peer at the crystal clear water that reaches just below your knees. You stand on somewhat smooth stone, painstakingly carved by the sea through millions of years. It's beautiful.

"It is, isn't it?" Hoseok thoughtfully hums beside you.

Alas, you must put a hold on marvelling at the scenery to kick some water his way. "What did you dip me in here for then?" you grumble and glare—a chance to question why he dragged you out so early in the day for his antics.

Hoseok gasps, scandalized by your stunt in exaggeration. You paid his dramatics no heed, arms by your hips as you continued to squint until he gave you his answers. "I simply wanted to show you this haven of mine!"

You agreeably hum, understanding well how this makes a fine little hideout, but still. You try and pry more out of him, your questioning gaze not dropping.

As you suspected, the mischief returns to Hoseok's face. "That, and the fact that this is where my plans for the day will first take shape."

Taken aback, your arms fall to your sides. "What?"

He all but clapped his hands, gesturing grandly. "You can come out now, ladies," he calls out, his voice lightly echoing back at him.

From the gap above the cavern, two figures came flying in. They gracefully circle you both, and all you could do is gawk.

You could hardly believe your eyes. "Nymphs? How—"

"I have my ways," Hoseok gloats, beaming proudly as your wide eyes follow the nymphs who gave you amicable smiles. You turn back towards him, still incredulous.

"What's that supposed to m—"

There was no one there. That sneaky bastard. Where did he—

"My lady?"

You look back and see the nymphs excitedly awaiting your next move. "I'm (Y/N)," you bashfully say with a little courtesy, earning a delighted laugh from the two of them.

"We know," said the one with the dress adorned with pink and purple petals, her kind green eyes disappearing from her smile. "I'm Alenka," she says, she and the other nymph mirroring your courtesy from earlier.

"I'm Aldora," the more timid of the pair then said, dressed in blue as light as the sky sparkling like scales when the sunlight hit them.

Why would they waste their time here?

Unable to withstand your curiosity any longer, you ask the two beauties. "I'm so sorry," you shyly grimace, "but what exactly did my friend put you up to?"

For a moment, the two exchange a look of shock and intrigue at your words. Alenka speaks to answer your question. "We're here to help you get ready for the festival of course!" she tells you as Aldora nods along. "His hi—Hoseok, asked us to make you the prettiest we possibly can."

Her slip of the tongue doesn't escape you, but at the moment, the notion of your bare body being seen makes you fluster. "I can bathe by myself," you were quick to stammer out. "You needn't worry about that part."

Though hesitant, the two of them eventually nod. "We'll wait for you outside, Lady (Y/N)," Aldora says with the ghost of a smile. "Call for us when you're finished."

A nod from you and you're left to your own devices, water lapping at the ends of your dress as you stand idly. With a sigh, you reach to unravel your dress and shiver as you take a step deeper into the pool, deep enough for the water to rest at your collarbones. 

Best to get this over with. Wouldn't want to keep the nymphs waiting…

The silence allows your thoughts to voice themselves to you, and with no one else to keep you company, you find yourself entertaining them. What Hoseok has planned for the day, you have no idea, but it seems more questions than answers reveal themselves before you.

How did he manage to make contact with nymphs and make them serve you, no less?

What lies behind their behavior at the mention of Hoseok?

Why on earth is there so much effort for a damn party?

Hoseok had a bizarre flair to him, one that reeked of chaos and mischief, but your mind itches to know how on Earth he's managed to pull all of his stunts. Followers of Dionysus would be fond of parties—that you anticipated much—but you never thought they'd be able to get the willing participation of nymphs.

From what you've heard, nymphs often prefer the company of their own kin—too many mortals having tried to take their sisters as brides to not meet with other kinds without caution. Outside of that, they'd be in the company of heroes and demigods—even the gods themselves, too.

You freeze out of your own making, almost choking on air.

Does this mean Hoseok is something akin to the likes of those?

Heart racing, you try and put the pieces together.

He doesn't seem to carry himself as a hero—you've seen first hand what one is like.

Would he be a demigod then? Or a lover of a god?

Such were the likeliest of cases, you thought to yourself, but then you harken to the nymphs' behavior—their courteousness, their eagerness to serve, Alenka's slip of the tongue…

What could it have been?

His hi… his highness?

Your fingers pull to free your lips from your teeth, only to have them be chewed at.

Is Hoseok royalty then? What else would 'his highness' impl—no, it can't be…

Becoming a melting pot of emotions nearly turns you crazy, heart racing and unsure of what to do. "Enough," you tell yourself this with a staggering breath, pushing the questions over Hoseok's nature down the recesses of your mind. "Just bathe and meet with the nymphs, (Y/N). Just bathe."

Hoseok can be patient when he wants to, especially for something as near and dear to his heart as this. His unruly dark locks were combed, for once, and swept away from his face. He was dressed in his finest tunic that was a deep wine red with golden thread embroidery around the hem. Not that he needed it, but he also brought along a fur cloak in case the winds decided to blow colder.

Waiting an hour or so was a battlefield of boredom he was willing to march through, slicing through the drawn out hands of time by idly talking with Agrios or going through his plans for the day for the umpteenth time.

In time, he got the just rewards he was waiting for.

“Hoseok?”

There you come in, walking towards the edge of the treeline where he and Agrios waited. Hours of biding his time for this, and all he does is gawk. The sunlight, ever the blessing in his life, has allowed him to take the sight of you in. 

The nymphs had dressed you in a gown of deep red that turned purple in some trick of the eye, flowing gracefully where the wind willed it to. The fabric fittingly wrapped around your frame, the neckline dipping to show just the right amount of your decolletage and give space for the necklace he gave them to put on you. Flowers of the same colors were braided into your hair as the rest of your locks were kept to fall behind you, leaving only gentle curls to frame your face.

There was a stupid grin that seized control over his lips. All good things do come to those who wait.

A shy smile rests on your berry-stained lips, nervously chewed on by your teeth as you await his response. The sheer burgundy shawl that was draped over your shoulders also gave itself to be fiddled with by your fingers.

Agrios nudges his calf to knock him out of his stupor. “Is the first of your plans successful enough?” you try and jest upon seeing him break out of his trance, head tilted to the side in what Hoseok could tell was both teasing yet genuinely asking.

Having recovered enough sobriety, Hoseok opens his arms to welcome you. “Very much so,” he muses, as he offers an arm for you to take. A shiver of delight runs down his spine as you take his invitation and link your arm with his as your other hand gathers the ends of your skirt when the three of you begin to walk through the forest. "You look beautiful, princess," he gladly says, voice soft in spite of him mischievously leaning close to nudge your side.

Hoseok's compliment goes responseless, but the telling reddened ears and cheeks you bore was enough to satiate the pleasures he was fishing for. “Where to then?” you instead ask him, looking around at the trees and trying to familiarize yourself with this side of the forest. “Or will that have to be a secret too?”

A chuckle escaped his lips as you came back to look at him with a quirked brow. “I’m afraid so, princess,” Hoseok teasingly lilts, “but if I must admit, seeing as the first of the plan went well, I have gained high hopes for the next one.”

You reply with a mere hum, but your curiosity doesn’t elude Hoseok and it all the more leaves him giddy to see your reaction to the rest of his plans for the day. 

Sunlight through trees left a pattern of light dancing across your skin, one that constantly tempted him to steal glances your way. Idle conversation flows between you both with Hoseok being in the middle of telling you the time Silenus, the one who raised him, got so knackered from wine that he went missing for a couple of days and Hoseok had to look everywhere for him.

However much of a chatterbox he may be, Hoseok wasn’t one to keep on talking if his company wasn't at all present with him. He looks at you, furrowed brows and all, clearly thinking of something else. “Is something the matter?” he asks with a light tug of the arm linked with yours.

For a moment, you were startled, looking up at him with your cheeks reddening in embarrassment. “It’s nothing,” you tell him, but he insists.

“Nonsense,” he says, circling around you to hold both of your hands in his as he continues to walk backwards. “It matters if it’s clearly occupying your mind.”

Your furrowed brows persist in your worry of him and his reckless abandon. “It’s silly, Hoseok,” you tell him with a shake of your head, trying to stop him from walking like this.

Hoseok obliges your silent request, opting to stand there before you and idly swing your arms together. Agrios, too, stopping to look at you both. “Try me,” the man before you daringly grins.

Berry-stained lips draw into a pout as you think of his challenge. There is much hesitation in your eyes, stirring more grounds within him for actual concern. Hoseok waits patiently for you to find the courage to tell him what plagues you. For a while, nothing but the faint rushing of a creek nearby filled the air.

"You're not human, are you?"

The swinging hands come to a halt and his very being froze all over. "What?" he all but says, truly not expecting such a question out of you. To know that the very answer of it will upset you dreads him even more, but he decides to conceal any more of what could give himself away and wait for you to elaborate further.

"All of this," you say as your fingers slip from his grasp—a warmth which he instantly misses—and you gesture to yourself. "All of what you've been doing for me. They are not what mere mortals can accomplish."

Hoseok wields his casual and careless shrug. "I have my ways—"

Alas, you were ready with your own points all along. "My wounds were healed in an instant because of you," you say, showing him the skin he had asked his half-brother, Yoongi, to heal.

"Yes, but that wasn't exactly me," he reasons with a nervous chuckle. A half-truth.

You go on to gesture at his leopard. "You tamed a beast like Agrios."

"I raised him!" Hoseok exasperatedly claims, looking at Agrios expectantly as if the beast could speak to confirm support of him. Another half-truth.

Still, you were stubborn. "And you've even called upon nymphs to dress me."

A damning choice, he agrees, but one he still carries to his defense. "They owed me a favor," he says, shrugging it off. And another half-truth.

Guilt bubbles within him as he continues his deceit of you. It’s in good intentions, he tells himself. "These things hardly warrant an interrogation like this, princess," he tells you, almost pleading, really. "I'm simply being a man of my word."

Alas, you could see through him—through the way he couldn't meet your eyes for too long, through the way he was overly sweeping the topic under the rug.

"And a liar," you retort, crossing your arms as you point a finger accusingly. "You're keeping something from me. Are we not friends enough for me to deserve the truth of who you are?"

Such a tone of hurt was an unfair spear to use against him and his heart. "No," he sighs, turning away from you to run a hand through his hair. "I simply think it's of no importance, alright?"

You inch just a tad bit closer—mayhaps you were dreading this too. "It's who you are," you say, ever insistent but in a gentler manner. "Of course it would be important to me."

The wine god nearly buckles, tired with the charades anyways, but every time he’s reminded of your fear of the gods, he’s reminded of why he’s hidden this truth to you in the first place. Hoseok would never want you to look at him that way—that rigid formality and careful walking on eggshells. 

"Are you a demigod?" you continue to ask, resorting to listing off prompts of what you suspected. "A god?"

Hoseok curses the way he knocked out of his stupor upon hearing that word—at how it instantly pulled the truth to light, and at how it earned him a shocked gasp from you.

"You are…"

The moment he raised his gaze to yours, he saw the panic flashing in your eyes. With what he had known of you, you were likely frantic of possibly offending or disrespecting a god. Even if you were a bit snarky at times, Hoseok really didn't mind—hardly felt irked at all. He had long understood that there were personal reasons with which your walls were built on.

"(Y/N)—"

Your instincts urge you to take a step back—keep a respectful distance between you both! He's a god!—but you root yourself to your spot. "Who?" you manage to ask, voice trembling and barely above a whisper.

No. No. No.

The confidence he’s been wielding all but escapes his grasp the moment he needed it to cool his nerves. It’s all falling apart. "(Y/N)..." Hoseok says, though his words fall short of anything else. 

"Please," your voice pulls him back to you. "Tell me who you are."

Despair fills him as he realizes this has passed a point of denying, the last of his chances at redemption only being him finally telling you the truth. "Dionysus," he says, a name that’s become so foreign in your light. "I'm Dionysus."

Shock befalls you even more, your mind reeling to take the truth in.

The thought of it had existed in your mind, but you were still not prepared for it to have been the truth. You had figured there must've been something different about Hoseok, but to think the endearing menace you've been bickering with was a god all along.

“Is that really the truth?”

The wine god lightly scoffs. "No one would dare lie about such a thing," he says what you both know aloud. No mortal would dare to, lest they intend to be struck down by the gods for their fraudulence on purpose.

Tentatively reaching forth, certain relief passes through him when you let him take your hands into his, and form them into a cupping motion. He anticipates your reaction as he fills your palms with wine out of thin air, watching the way your breath hitches at the sensation in your hands.

Hoseok finds himself grasping at straws. He’s no mighty god of Olympus—just another child of his father, born with divinity more than some heroic brute strength like the rest of Zeus’ bastards. He was just a relatively unknown god cast away from the pantheon because his divinity wasn’t worthy enough to grant him a place there and cast away by many mortals for representing insanity and lack of control.

Perhaps, that would be enough to satiate your worries—enough to make you let him stay.

Rivulets of wine drip from the crevices of your fingers, emptying from your grasp just as Hoseok attempts to empty out his heart. “I’m no great god. Just one that fancies wine and shenanigans,” he weakly jests to you, leaving no room for any of your upcoming protests as he gets to his main point. “I’d like it very much if I remained as Hoseok to you.”

It was almost hilarious to see you more upset and frantic about all of this than he was. “I can’t possibly just—”

“It wouldn’t be any different from before,” he told you so carelessly that you would’ve thought him a fibbing mortal had it not been for what you’ve seen him capable of doing.

You look at him, incredulous still. 

“You’re a god,” you remind him, fumbling with your wine-stained hands as you willed yourself to not lean any more into his warmth. He’s the god of wine—naturally bound to be more chaotic than others, but he was a god, nonetheless. Surely, there must be lines that a mortal like you cannot cross.

The wine god shook his head. Here on this island—with you—he was free to be no one else but himself. “I’m Hoseok,” he ardently insists, “I’m your friend.” 

Your silence from a loss for words he took as hesitation that needed more assurance. "No curse or anything of that sort will come upon you," he reassures. "If you had done me any great offense, I would've already done something about it before."

The thought of yet another divine curse plaguing your life sends shivers down your spine, but the better part of you knows he tells the truth. He may be a god, but this was the same man who passionately guided you through making wine, regaled you with his travels, and encouraged you to share your mundane palace life.

This was the same man who you’ve bickered with to and fro, rough-housed with more times than you could count, and bemoaned about tackling you in hugs.

Gods! This was the same man who saved you from the beach, helped you make a home for yourself, and have nymphs dress you for some merry-making he had planned out for you.

He is Hoseok—always will be Hoseok to you, no matter how hard you can try to deny yourself otherwise and paint him in the divinity all the gods have. This notion elates yet dreads you all the same.

What will become of you?

Compared to him, you were a mere mortal—a princess, yes, but a princess on the run.

You are feeble—easily hurt, easily damaged, easily slain. If he or any of the gods so pleases, your life could be over in an instant for mere amusement. Will you be cursed like your mother? Will your life be taken for angering a god?

Perhaps, what truly terrifies you is that you are nothing—no hero, no favored child, nor a wife to one. No one knows where you are. No one would know what becomes of you. No one would mourn.

You have nothing to your name, even at this very moment. The fabric that's draped over your body, the flowers woven into your hair, and the remnants of wine that drips from your fingertips—all of them were courtesy of Hoseok; of the wine god, Dionysus.

In a brighter light, you suppose this might just be your new purpose in life—to be in his company, not simply because he was a god, but because he himself had done you great favors and changed your life for the better. Fear mustn't take hold on the foundation of what you and Hoseok have built, because it shouldn't have any foundation for itself in the first place.

Hoseok has nothing to gain from a runaway princess like you, and yet here he was, afraid of what will change with the truth. A god begging a mortal—what on Earth have you done?

You turn your back to the wine god, walking towards the creek to carefully crouch and wash your hands anew—free of the stains the wine left on you. The fresh start to your bond with the no-great-god friend of yours begins here and now.

A soft nudge to your arm demands your attention—Agrios, as it turns out, softly noses your side, eventually willing you to pet him in assurance. Right. You, too, have gotten used to the spotted beast, one of the many things that made Hoseok so bizarre. 

Behind you awaits the young man—young god—so tensely eyeing your every move, heart racing a mile a minute. His lip might as well bleed with ichor from how hard he bites it. However, the moment you come back to face him with a smile on your lips, Hoseok felt he could breathe again.

“Well," you gingerly begin, feet taking steps towards him and stopping at an arm's length. "What are we going to do now, Hoseok?”

You still worry, he notes, remnants of your hesitation bleed in the way you anticipate his next move. Nonetheless, warmth begins to bloom in his heart once more, hearing his true name from your lips a bliss to bask in.

“Follow me,” he warmly invites, opening a hand for you to take. The plan may have gone through drastic changes, but it's salvageable, he thinks—he hopes. At the very least he wouldn't have to hide the strings he intended to pull.

A moment passes and an outbreath escapes your lips. You take his hand once again, unsure of where he’d take you.

As it turns out, Hoseok planned to take you to the nearest town. There were a lot of people, their distant chattering and regaling was loud to you in spite of the distance. The town is more colorful than you had thought, a celebration clearly happening—a harvest festival in honor of Demeter and Persephone, just as Hoseok had told you.

Still, that doesn't explain everything.

In an instant, you drape the shawl overhead and shrink into the obscurity of the forest, hoping it would mask your identity. "Hoseok, what is the meaning of this?" you squeak in a panic, stepping back into the treeline where Agrios remained. The wine god, on the other hand, excitedly steps out towards the festivities and waits for you to join him. "I told you," the man sweetly beams, walking back to you to place an assuring squeeze on your shoulders. "We're here to have fun."

The fabric atop your head slips away at Hoseok's will, his careful touch tingling against your skin. "Let's not hide such beauty, hm?" He coyly chastises, earning a nudge to the rib and an eye roll from you. His laugh comes out stifled, looking down at you still amused.

"Insufferable," you half-heartedly grumble under your breath as you dare to walk into the paved road that led to the town, tightly gripping Hoseok's arm in some attempt to soothe your nerves.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

The two of you have been having your fair share of escapades all day—spectating games and sports, sneaking around to watch the enactment of Persephone's abduction, going around stalls of food—and a big grin takes its place on your lips, delighting the wine god. Throughout all of that, however, you were constantly moving and fairly hidden amongst the crowd, which is why the next of his plans earned yet another skeptic frown from you.

The night had fallen and as the wind became chillier, Hoseok had draped his fur cloak over you, laughing as it swallowed you whole. The three of you—Agrios having his own fun time strolling about in the forest while you and Hoseok were in town—walked into the forest, and to your surprise, Hoseok had brought you to a clearing in the woods, with many people, a small feast, and a bonfire—another gathering.

And so here you were, standing at the outskirts of the merrymaking and clutching Hoseok's fur cloak around you tighter, unsure and hesitant as always. Jolly music fills the air as you follow Hoseok's figure going around. He holds a goblet in one hand as the other animatedly moves along with his dramatic gestures.

"Have fun!" he had urged you earlier before he greeted the welcoming crowd, introducing you to some of them as his good friend—but, in spite of assuring him you would, "have fun" you did not.

Disappointment of yourself clashes with the paranoia gnawing away at your brain. When you two were in town earlier, you were constantly moving from one place to the next, and so, for you, the chances of getting discovered would've been slim then. You feel bad for wasting part of Hoseok's plan, but at the same time, you fear lingering among the crowd for too long and leaving an impression on them enough to recognize you as the runaway princess of Crete.

"I thought you were a giant bush for a moment."

You jolt at the sound of the wine god's voice, but soon grumble when you process his words. Hoseok stands there with an amicable grin, still nursing a goblet of wine. You, on the other hand, had been cocooning yourself in his cloak like it'd make you disappear from this place. "You take your cloak then," you snippily say, shrugging the mass of fur off only to earn yourself a chuckle from the wine god.

Hoseok shakes his head, hands guiding the cloak back over your shoulders before he goes to assess your expression. "Shall we get you home?" he kindly asks, and it makes you feel worse, because you didn’t quite know what you wanted.

"No! I—"

The wine god's brows raise at your hesitation to leave, brows knitted together in your torn sentiments while a frown rests on your lips. Hoseok resides himself to stand closer next to you and wait for you to compose yourself. "What troubles you, hm?" he asks, the thumb of his free hand easing the crease between your brows.

With a sigh, you look towards the merrymaking, the beginnings of envy blooming from within you. "I'd really hate for this to go awry in the end," you admit to him, "in case someone from here recognizes me."

Hoseok tuts, half-heartedly shaking his head. "Look at them," he tells you, gesturing to the crowd before you both. "They're all lost in their own worlds."

All around you were people lost in the music of the bard, dancing and drinking to their heart's content. "No one here knows who you are right now, princess," Hoseok urged like a demon on your shoulder—all in good intentions, of course. "What else is there to hold you back?"

You can't help but digest his words from where you stand.

You were forcibly shaped into the mold of a perfect, obedient princess for your kingdom. You were a scapegoat. You were a tool. 

Then, you became an accomplice to a murder, an enemy on the runfrom your own kingdom, and a forsaken bride, too.

And now… Now what?

You have nothing but yourself to your name—no more titles, no more labyrinths needing sacrifices, and no more promised marriages. You are no one in this sea of strangers—of people looking to festivities to forget their troubles.

Dare you say it, Hoseok is right.

What need did you have to be who you were before?

A wave of spirit emboldens you to take hold of the goblet Hoseok was about to put to his lips, your fingers grasping his wrist to guide the drink in his hand to your mouth. Gulp after gulp, you down the whole chalice before a wide-eyed wine god, shivering a little at the foreign taste you've subjected your palate to. You've never tasted wine quite like Hoseok's before.

You finally turn your attention to your dear friend, somewhere between coy and sheepish. "Dance with me?" you ask, taking a hold of his other hand.

Such words pull Hoseok back to the waking world. He grins as his finger wipes at the corner of your mouth. "I'd be delighted to," he merrily muses, letting you drag him into the circle gathering around the bonfire.

Around you, people cheer, welcoming the both of you to the joyous dance.

The party's just begun.

Many often get themselves into trouble when drunk, their inhibitions set loose by the wine pumping in their veins. It loosens lips and control—reveals one's nature in some shape or form—which was why Hoseok adored the unpredictable madness of it all.

He's seen the many ways people behave when under the influence of his creation, and many were like you, who have the drink open the heart and unleash rivers of tears.

First, you had just been humming—a folk song from Crete, if he understood your garbled notes correctly—but then you had started nuzzling your head into his neck. The motion tickles him, makes him chuckle, but it was the sound of sniffling that followed that made him stop in his tracks.

See, by now he had been carrying you in his arms back to your little cavern, the stench of wine mixed with your floral scent hitting his nostrils. The wine god, for once, had controlled his drinking to ensure he could get you home safely. With your arms wrapped around his neck and your face buried into the crook of it, however, it was easier to hear your crying—easier to feel the wetness of your tears on his skin.

"Why the tears, princess?" He dares to ask, continuing his trek.

This was followed by a tighter hold, and another sniffle. "'m nothing without you," you all but whimper, voice small and meek but enough to grab his heart by the neck and squeeze it.

Hoseok tuts, chastising you like a child in the hopes you would hear it and scold him about that instead. "Nonsense, princess," he says, "That's not true at al—"

"'Tis true!" you whine and insist, shaking him by the shoulders as if it'd knock sense into him. It almost makes him laugh—had it not been for your next (drunken) choice of words. "I'd be dead by now."

Hoseok's frown was instant, but he waited for the rest of your words to pour in, walking down a path he’s gotten so familiar with in the past few weeks. The wine god doesn’t quite know if he’d want to hear this or not—if he’s worthy enough to hear it.

Nonetheless, he’s subjected to hearing it anyway. "Would'a gotten myself killed," you blubber, tears endless as you whimper, "but now I have wine, and a cave, and a pretty dress!"

Part of Hoseok beams with pride to have been able to bring such things into your life, to know that you found joy in the chaotic moments you’ve trudged through together, but a part of him also boils in a flurry of heartache and rage to have heard of this from you. Something in Hoseok burns. 

The two of you arrive at your cave, the wine god intending to lay you down on your bed before lighting a fire to keep you warm through the night. Alas, your arms around his neck don’t let go, forcing him to hover over you with his hands on either side of you to keep himself up. “(Y/N),” Hoseok quietly whispers, one hand lightly tapping at your arm and the other guiding the back of your head. “We’re home.”

A hum comes to him as a response, you shifting only to press a sloppy, barely there kiss on the corner of his lips, catching the wine god off his guard. “Hobi?” your lips move against his skin as you speak, sending his very being ablaze all the same.

Hobi? The wine god thinks to himself in confusion. Is that meant to be me?

“Yes?” he dares to respond anyway.

Just as Hoseok thought his mind wouldn’t get any worse, your words strike him through the heart yet again. "You 'n Agrios," you sniff, voice falling softer and softer, "mean so much to me… Don' leave me, alright?"

You pull away from him, noses merely inches apart as you were looking up at him with heavy-lidded eyes that shone like gemstones with tears. There's a furrow in your brows as you struggle keeping your consciousness just to wait for his answer.

Hoseok could only smile, mustering the courage to plant a kiss onto your forehead, your worried brows unknitting themselves at the sensation of his wordless assurance. With that, you drift off to Morpheus’ realm, head finally falling back onto your pillow and leaving the wine god alone to his loud, frazzled thoughts.

You mean so much to me, too.

The next morn comes and you awake to an outstanding pounding in your head, a hiss slithering past your lips as you try to recollect yourself. It's a near similar ache to when you woke up at the—no, this is different.

At the very least, this one didn't have the dread and confusion seizing your entire being—just hilarious regret that you, at the same time, don't regret.

As your reason slowly but surely comes back to you, you become aware of a weight in your right hand. With one eye open, you peek around to see the familiar rocky walls of your abode, and looking some more, you see a hand from the bottom of your bed intertwined with yours—a sight that very much wakes you.

Beneath a familiar old fur pelt, you were lying on your side, curled up near the end of the bed much like you would as a child. You muster the strength to lean over, your left arm coming over in front of you to serve as a resting place for your chin as you look at the person attached to the hand in yours.

Hoseok, the wine god and absolute menace, sleeps on the cold, rocky earth next to your bed with nothing but his cloak from last night to give him some sort of cushion. Like you, he slept on his side, curled towards you with a hint of a pout on his lips that almost tempts a giggle out of you.

The sight shocks you, really, and for a few minutes you can't help but stare, unmoving and unknowing of what to do. His touch sends tingles up your arm and all throughout your body. Your headache doesn't do much to help you either.

How does one wake a god that also happens to be their friend?

You settled for a squeeze and a light shake to the hand in your hold, his fingers tightening around your hand little in response. His dark curls, which frame his face and brush over his eyes, tousle as he shifts into consciousness. With a groan, he squints up at you, eyes adjusting as he wakes.

"Morning," you idly greet, the first to speak between you both. "Comfortable?"

It takes a second or two for your lighthearted sarcasm to register in his head, the wine god's hand slipping from yours as he stretches from his place on the floor with a groan, the motion showing you a sliver of his naked chest. "My back hurts," he whines in a mumble as he sits himself up, your eyes following him as he did even as you remain in your position. His voice is deeper, you note, and a bit hoarse.

You can't help the soft laugh that leaves you. "Why'd you sleep on the floor then?"

Still drowsy, Hoseok rubs the sleep from his eyes as he grumbles. "You wouldn't let go of my hand when I tried to leave," he tells you, playfully squinting at you with an accusatory glare as his statement sends a furious blush across your cheeks.

"Oh."

You did what?!

Truth be told, you don't recall much of the night that transpired after you brazenly chose to forgo all your inhibitions and join the fray in the dancing and drinking. What sort of ridiculous things did you get yourself into?!

The wine god watched as a flurry of confusion, mortification, and embarrassment passed through your face in a matter of seconds. A part of him, he must admit, is disappointed you don't remember the words you told him last night on your way home—of the kiss you planted on the corner of his lips that still lingers if he lets his thoughts wander too far.

For his sake and yours, Hoseok directs the conversation forward. "So," he quips, leaning in as if to gossip. "Did you enjoy the merrymaking, princess?"

He watched as a smile instantly made it to your face, one you try and fail to bite back. Your hand reaches to cover your mouth as if it'd fare against the grin that was hurting your cheeks. “That was the most fun I’ve ever had in my life,” you eventually admit, the words as shy yet elated as the giggle that stifles through your lips. You recall the addicting feeling of thrill—the carefree laughter, the silly dancing, and the sweet, sweet wine.

Hoseok's grin is instant, his heart full and beating quickly at the successful fruits of his labor. He is right after all. Happiness looks gorgeous on you. “Oh, look at you, you poor thing,” he jests as he beams. "I told you we would have fun and you wouldn’t believe me!"

You roll your eyes at his teasing, sitting up from the bed. “Here I was,” you jokingly sigh and shake your head, “about to thank you for what you did.”

The wine god crosses his arms over your knees, leaning forward to comically wiggle his brows at you. “I don’t need a thank you,” he coos in a ridiculously suave manner. “Your smile is enough.”

Biting back a grin, you resort to pinching his cheeks. “You’re such a sap,” you tell him, pushing him off your knees and falling back to the sheets as you feel another wave of headache coming to hit you.

Hoseok only grins, lifting himself up to take a seat on the bed next to you. Without much thought, he reaches forth to brush away the stray hairs that flew over your face when you laid back. 

Whether or not you minded his gesture, you don’t make note of it, simply letting a quiet groan past your lips. "My head hurts though," you whine, eyes falling shut. 

"It happens," Hoseok hums, partly apologetic. Mortals get drunk more easily than gods, and you were drinking enough to be slurring confessions to him in the late hours of the night.  

For your sake, the wine god decidedly stands to help you with your hangover, hands brushing down your arms to seize your hands and encourage you to get up along with him. "Fortunately for you," he sings, pulling you up onto your feet—only to have you crash onto his chest. "I know someone who has a remedy for that."

You squint at him, somewhat suspicious, but nonetheless loop your arm around his, heavily leaning against his side as the two of you leave. Anything to gladly get the headache over with.

As it always is with Hoseok, this was another surprise.

(You suppose it’d be best for you to get used to such things, now that Hoseok has revealed his true nature to you. This, undoubtedly, would only be the beginning.)

Someone begrudgingly opens the door to a dwelling carved into the mountain, quite a bit far from your cave which led to Hoseok carrying you on his back halfway through. Peculiarly, faint yet janky music comes from inside, but even more peculiar is the pale man before you.

His presence definitely sobers you just a little bit more. He has the same ethereal, otherworldly glow as Hoseok tends to pose, and yet also different. His golden locks nearly shine in the sunlight—almost as if the sun focused solely on him.

Next to you, however, Hoseok also seems to be taken aback, but his was more so a bewildered shock. "Yoongi?"

Feline eyes that had been drenched with sleepy exhaustion and glaring at Hoseok turned confused and alarmed at the name used to address him. It was only when the stranger's eyes landed a good look at you as you stepped down from the wine god's hold that a flicker of understanding crossed his face. “Got yourself drunk again, hm?” Yoongi then amusingly says, “and with a friend too.”

Hoseok simply grins, so amicable with the stranger that it eases you enough to give him a timid smile and a small bow in greeting. "You seem a little intoxicated yourself," the wine god muses as you bashfully address his friend. "I suppose that means the remedy is at hand already?"

Yoongi simply sighs in defeat and wordlessly invites the two of you in, leaving the door open for Hoseok to guide you inside. The inside is definitely much better than your measly little cave with the house carved deeper into the mountain than you initially thought. Intricately chiseled furniture and decor fill the spaces in between, and before a fireplace lay… a satyr fiddling with a pan flute?

Suddenly, your headache was the last thing on your mind.

"Silenus!" Hoseok's gleeful laughter booms and startles you out of your stupor, watching as the wine god opens his arms wide to the delirious satyr. Silenus, finally registering the wine god's presence, grins and gets up, nearly stumbling over himself.

"My boy, welcome!"

It was only a matter of time before the satyr's eyes landed on you—they twinkle with mischief and amusement.

"Good morning," you could only greet, standing idly.

You couldn't help the fidgeting brought by your awkward and wary nature, doing your best not to rudely stare at the hooves he had for feet. Like the nymphs, you've never seen such creatures in person before, only heard of them from the stories of servants, or from the scholars in the palace who frowned upon the wild and lustful life these beings lived.

"She's the princess," a voice from behind you knowingly informs him. Yoongi, you realize, stands not far from you, leaning against a wall as he watches the whole scene unfold. 

You can't help the startled confusion. How does he know you?

The words, however, do click in Silenus' head. "Ah! The one you've been blabbering about?" he smugly jests with a nudge to Hoseok's side, earning a flustered look of shock from you as he offers you a nod of acknowledgement. "You are a pretty one, if I must say, my lady."

You nearly choke on your own spit. "Thank you," you stammer, as you steal a glance at the wine god next to him. Hoseok speaks of you in such a way?

Hoseok gladly took over the conversation then, not meeting your eyes as a blush came to his cheeks. "Alright, that's enough," he hurriedly grumbles, pulling out one of the nearby chairs of a table as he addresses the blond. "Yoongi, you know well what we're all in need of, yes?"

Silenus simply chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender as Hoseok gently ushers you to sit on the chair. "It's quite fortunate Yoongi here is around for us, aye?" he boisterously laughs, ushering Yoongi to follow him. "Come along, boy. Let us make breakfast, too."

You watch as the old satyr and the pale stranger moves about into the makeshift kitchen of his abode. "He's the one that raised me," Hoseok, next to you, leans in and whispers as he takes his seat at the table. "Don't mind him and his silly teasing. He simply wants to embarrass me."

A hum leaves your lips as you nod, faintly recalling the tale he shared with you yesterday. Silenus took the wine god in as a babe and raised him to be the rambunctious man he is today. You certainly see the resemblance between them action-wise.

In spite of the satyr's sleazy mannerisms and faint stench of wine and ale, you see the hints of his fatherly care in the way he brought out barley bread, cheese, fruits, and leftover meat for breakfast onto the table. He places a kind, grateful pat on Hoseok's back as the wine god lays out plates, and thanks Yoongi when he comes to the table with the remedy you've been hearing so much about.

(Envy festers within you. You were used to a different sort of a father.)

Even in the way he gingerly hands you three your respective wooden chalices, did you feel soft yet numb. "Here you go, princess," Silenus grins at you, "Yoongi's specialty."

"Thank you," you say as you gratefully take the cup from him, still timid as you look over to Hoseok for some guidance on what to do next. With everyone now sat at the table, the wine god simply downs the cup he was given, grimacing a little as he does, but ultimately finishes it all.

Silenus notices your reserved nature. "No need to act stiff, princess," he warmly assures you, "Yoongi here is a skilled healer that works wonders."

The words catch your attention, eyes flitting to the blond next to Silenus who simply acknowledges you with a small nod—just as reserved as you, it seems.

Healer? Is he the one Hoseok asked to heal me?

Nonetheless, you simply give them a bashful smile, finally bringing the cup closer to inspect it. The smell of it is an odd mix of spices and things you can't quite put your finger on, and, frankly, you think it better for you to not know. Brazenly, you bring it to your lips and—finally—drink. Like Hoseok, you wince at the strange concoction, but eventually manage to gulp it down.

Oddly, you do feel a bit better already. You take a sip of some more, eyeing the reclusive blond quietly making himself a sandwich. A skilled healer, hm?

"So," Silenus suddenly claps his hands together, knocking you out of your stupor as the satyr addresses both you and his fostered son. "When are you two getting married?"

You sputter out some of the tonic in your shock, and in panic of that, you almost choke trying to salvage any more of the drinks from falling from your lips. Hoseok, too, panics, handing you a nearby towel to wipe your lips with as he rubs circles onto your back.

"Silenus!"

The blond stranger and the old satyr only laugh and smile.

Silenus turned out to be a cheeky man fond of jokes, teasing, and drinking—one with a booming laughter that you've now known very well to hear and always seen with a smile on that bearded face of his. Perhaps, that is where Hoseok got his mischievous nature from, after all.

Yet, the old geezer also has a penchant for wisdom from his long years—a comfort, really, as his words of optimism do away with your worries the same way Hoseok's does. Silenus also tends to regale with stories, especially that of a young wine god under his care—much to the chagrin of Hoseok, himself.

You find yourself fortunate to have met him, even if it had been under hungover circumstances. 

As with Yoongi—or should you say Apollo?

(The gods have many names, but only one remains precious to them—or so you were told.)

You didn't think you would ever live to witness the presence of two gods, and yet you've dined with the sun god, danced with Hoseok to his music, and passed out drunk with him and the others at some parties. When Hoseok confirmed that it was indeedYoongi who healed you that day, you truly began to ponder whether there was something in your bloodline that gave you and your family such an affinity to gods.

Yoongi was quiet—similar to you, in a way—but brilliant as a god of music and arts like him is meant to be. The harmony he produces is unlike any other, and the words he writes for his verses drip with so much soul and heart that it makes you weep.

He would often complain that Hoseok was often a child he had to look out for, but you knew better than to only see those grumbles and not his genuine fondness for his half-brother's bright, carefree nature.

Hoseok is a stark difference from the rest of the pantheon, he once told you—being a relatively minor deity frees him from the heavy burdens and responsibilities a fully-fledged god is bound to, even if it does deprive him of his full potential to power and prestige.

The sun god continues his visits once in a while, sometimes to drink away his heartache or exhaustion with you, Hoseok, and Silenus, but sometimes to simply idle around the fireplace and bask in the small, hush conversations of travels, memories, and tales.   

You, yourself, have taken to setting loose along with them—making wine with Hoseok and Silenus, attending more gatherings in the woods and towns, meeting Agrios' sisters and brothers, and befriending nymphs, satyrs, and followers alike. Every night leaves you tired yet blissful, while every morn begins with you waking next to the wine god that brought you along these merriments.

Something, too, seems to have changed with Hoseok.

Though you can pretend not to notice, you are not saved from the restless nights you spend lying awake in bed thinking of the wine god’s lingering touches—of how he constantly treads the line between innocent and intimate. Hands on your waist as you two dance, a guiding hand on the small of your back, a passing brush of fingertips to your arms—such instances occupy your thoughts, making your heart skip a beat and leaving your senses to fixate on everything else he does.

Unwavering attention to your talking, a gaze feeling like they linger on your lips.

Fingertips always unconsciously reaching out for yours whenever you’re close by.

Eyes almost instantly searching for yours once you lose one another in the crowd.

You find yourself liking this game, letting him come closer and anticipating the next of his actions, in spite of knowing how easily you can be cast aside by someone like him, a god who can get everything he wants. You indulge in this delusion every once in a while, but ultimately leave it to Hoseok's unpredictable chaos.

As winter approached and the days got colder, however, most of the adrenaline died down as you and Hoseok forgo the gatherings to prepare for the harshest days. Silenus had welcomed you and Hoseok to his home during the season, which was definitely much better for the harsh cold than the cave you and Hoseok tried to make use of. (Though you don’t exactly know why a god like him would want to bear the brunt of winter when he can easily go to Olympus or elsewhere.)

“There.”

Broken away from your reveries, you come to see Hoseok inspecting the thick wool scarf he had wound around you. There’s a concentrated furrow in his brows as he thinks whether the knot was secure or satisfactory enough.

“She won't die so easily in the cold, boy,” Silenus, who had been occupied with cleaning his pan flute, mused from his seat before the fireplace. A giggle escapes your lips as Hoseok half-heartedly rolls his eyes at his mentor’s words.

The two of you plan to gather firewood on your way back after visiting Aldora and Alenka in their part of the woods, and Hoseok insisted on the thick scarf. “It’s better to be safe,” he murmurs under his breath, as you roll your eyes and grab his arm to head out the door, ushering Agrios to follow suit.   

“We’ll be back soon, Silenus!” you bid goodbye, waving warmly as you’re greeted by a cold gust of wind. Your breath forms a faint smoke of air as the icy sensation tickles your exposed skin. At the shiver that seizes you, Hoseok smiles as you bury your face into the thick scarf. “As I’ve told you,” he says as he lingers closer, “you needn’t accompany me.”

Stubborn, you tighten your hold around his arm, playfully glaring up at his smug grin. “And as I’ve told you, I want to go out and see Alenka and Aldora,” you quip, pushing him slightly as you turn your attention to the forest you’ve become accustomed to. The towering trees that had been a canopy of greens and oranges were now barren, their dark bark and branches a stark contrast against the snow and the blue sky.

There are moments where you’ve quietly reflected on the months you’ve been here, on how much things have changed since Theseus le—

Something cold hits the back of your head, a shocked gasp leaving your lips as you whip around to see where on Earth that came from. The culprit, of course, is Hoseok, who was forming balls of snow in his hands. “I’m hurt, princess,” he dramatically sighs despite his eyes glinting with mischief. “Here I thought you wanted to spend time with me.”

You dodge his next snowball in time, wide eyes now squinting at him. “Insufferable,” you grumble, taking a quick duck behind a tree and gathering your own projectile, landing a hit on his shoulder as he was trying to flee for cover. “Aha!”

An unamused leopard stares at the two of you, waiting for the two of you to quit giggling and running around with eyes of judgment. “Agrios, help!” you squeal, squealing as one of Hoseok’s snowballs struck your leg.

“Don’t you dare, traitor!” the wine god immediately retaliates.

You look over your shoulder and see him fully running after you at this point, and just as you are about to strike back, a root ensnares your foot, sending you crashing forth. Arms wound around your waist, pulling you back in time for Hoseok, who caught you at the last minute, to take most of the fall.

The two of you fall on your knees, a grunt and a hiss leaving you both as you recoil from the impact and the cold ground. You look at your companion, his dark curls much more unruly and his tunic and cloak disheveled from all the running you two did. In spite of that, he was looking over at you and assessing your state, adjusting your scarf yet again. “Are you alright?”

Hoseok watched as you started breathlessly chuckling and failing miserably at hiding it. This, however, was a sign to him that you were alright, beginning to smile, himself. “Truce?” he asks, watching as you grin back at him.

Your hands were cold with what remained of your previous snowball as you grabbed at his cheeks, doing well to squeeze it about as he gasps and shrieks at the icy touch. “Truce,” you finally affirm, laughing at his dramatic pout of defeat.

Funnily, even in the chill of the winter morn, all you could feel throughout was warmth.

𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓿 ◁ || ▷ 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽

𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽: @dreamamubarak @unknownwalkingobject @park-jimin-isnt-real

[mako-neexu]

chapter 5 extra end notes (for after reading the chapter):

The park: 

I like the thought of dantes taking care of whatever is part of her that gets sunken down into the waste pit whenever the remnants would be chill or theres no much of it... 

Its also an HC of mine- more like its practically canon lmao - that guda's memories of their past is now blurred or they dont remember much prior to Chaldea. So things related to guda's home are practically hazy images at best, and at worst, some have fully dissolved in her trash heap. its sad, but thats why my brain is like: maybe the Count would take care of it whenever he had spare time... 

Dantes: 

the dantes i write really isnt the same in my head for each fic i write and combined with JP fandom feeding my brain, its hard not to give in and have just this guy say "my accomplice, i love you." to ritsuka but hes so extra and chuuni so he would be even waaay beyond that and thats just canon fact. 

that said, my favorite dantes would either be from Royst-sensei or tsunamayo/ nap and mostly gurekan (im trying to aim for tatsunami's dantes... hes just so good...) but this time i tried to write with a mix of royst-sensei and gurekan.. still i have my own interpretation so they're just my inspirations adslkfdgfh 

You also know dantes is stronger here considering that canon dantes absolutely crumbles before guda within 2 seconds of a silent stare compared to a 'please' www 

valentines gift: 

if you search for coffee candy in a search engine, youll see stuff like kopiko or werthers so like. this guy canonically cant drink coffee in the waste pit unlike in grand carnival anime so. why not gift him something thats stuff on-the-go? and also partly because i really want to know what kind of chocolate guda canonically gave the Count in the return gift valentines scene considering guda does custom made stuff to suit each Servants' taste... so i'll just use my imagination and conclude that guda makes different kinds of chocolate for him each year. this time being different as she's also visiting the count of her dreamsww

keywords: 

'guide' , taking your hand in mine, close companionship even without outright lovers' intimacy 

reading the entire fgo script that has dantes in it, i feel like exploding so like. the words 'guide' or 'taking your hand' is fucking intimate like bro. prison tower was basically a date and slowly getting married to each other akjdkslaskkl 

still i like an edguda thats not overly so sweet. and just the right amount. it kinda aches in a good way. but i love it. 

just the kind of intimacy where ritsuka would sit beside him, and dantes sitting beside her. and they just talk. that kind of thing is the best.

[arcplaysgames]

Yeah, what's with the formality, Lavenza, remember when I took you to a maid cafe and then defended you from the feral maid that wanted to eat you? We're pals now.

Congratulations to Lavenza for the greatest line read since Mitsuru's "I'M GOING TO EXECUTE YOU ALL." I fucking cackled.

Okay so. I'm flipping through these screencaps again in hopes of collating all the info and summarizing. Hang on.

Mementos is back. Why? Because don't worry about it. (The game basically shrugs on this one, lmao.)

Maruki has a persona and it is able to affect real people, not just cognitions. The power is called Actualization, and is basically him taking someone's desires and making them real by altering cognition.

It should be impossible for an individual to use their power like this on a massive scale, but the death of Yarblegarble left a power vacuum in Mementos, and Maruki slotted himself into place there. So he has godlike powers in the same way Yahtzee did.

Akechi points out that the Thieves had the masses' attention and worship, that's how they defeated Cuphead, so why did that influence shift to Maruki? Turns out Maruki has been consciously or not shifting the cognition of the Thieves through his therapizing, so subconsciously everyone wanted the easy out that Maruki was supplying. yeah sure whatever, that's not more of an ass pull than the Mementos thing

All this only became possible when the Cognitive World and the Real World merged in the finale. Now, the worlds are trying to separate, but Maruki is interferring. They need to finish separating, or the Cognitive World will supplant the Real World and there will be no escape from Maruki's control. We got about a month before things are set in stone.

Okay summing that up actually helped me grok wtf is going on, awesome.

Anyway, back into the Palace, and Sumire gets another persona awakening on top of her original one.

I mean good for her?

I'm really torn on Sumire. Like, as a plot catalyst she's fantastic. But she's been the weakest of the cast for the entire game and I still struggle to care about her outside how crunchy her situation is.

BIG SHRUG.

Blah blah, seems like Maruki has a bunch of data trunk lines running to Mementos, so we gotta go see wtf is up in there.

also i got to see Ann's bedroom/flat and oh my god that's so many clothes that's my nightmare. I mean its super cute but wow.

Good to know she's a Derse dreamer tho.

Her new persona pops and oh my god this is the most scene kid thing I have ever seen, WOW. the mismatched tights, the bubblegum, the double belt. I can hear Paramore playing when I look at this.

Also Lavenza visits Reverie and falls asleep TWICE in one visit. This girl needs a fucking nap, wow.

Anyway, plot. Mementos has a bunch of Maruki's data cables running through it. I do love the shift from fantastical science to the cold reality of surveillance in Maruki's methods.

BASICALLY its complicated, but Maruki is watching over Mementos. To give everyone the perfect life they want, he catches people in Mementos and changes their cognition from there. Without the surveillance, he wouldn't know who to help and how.

So I guess his perfect dream of just fixing the world is more complex than he thought. Sure, he has all of human cognition on tap here, but he still has to handle each case individually with the info he gleans from Mementos. There's still many people who don't have their happy psience yet and that is going to take time to fix.

I do appreciate a lack of subtlety. I hope the intention with Maruki is to inspire some discomfort and reflection in players as they contend with his motives and methods, but also, gamers can be dumb so yes, please just insert a room that looks like it'd fit in The Stanley Parable into this whole narrative to make sure people understand this whole thing is fucked.

Akechi as the repeated voice of "yo this shit sucks" is a lot of fun. When the guy who murdered a bunch of people for his evil dad is calling out your bullshit, that's worth paying attention to.

That said, this random NPC actually says the thesis of this entire story right here. It is here for those who are looking for it.

[aria-ashryver]

I have never actually asked, but maybe you could share something about your original work? 👀 Not necessarily all the details, but a brief overview or your favourite part of it so far?

Oh. Oh what a can of worms you just opened lmao. Thank you my love, so very much, for asking.

Look gang, I’m writing a book series!

⚔️🌩️The Stormsinger Chronicles🌩️⚔️

Growing up, I always wanted to escape into fantasy novels. I wanted to be the knight, and the princess, and the dragon. But I wanted to read something that wasn’t Ye Olde Medieval England or Gritty America But With Magic. I wanted to find a place closer to home, you know?

Cue the Stormsinger Chronicles.

In a world where magic has been strictly prohibited, and the cycle of life and death has grown stagnant, two sisters must overcome a decade-long rift to set things to rights. If they don’t murder each other first. Which is hard to do when people can't die, but Kyrie and Petrah are nothing if not stubborn.

In short: it’s a longform, speculative fiction trilogy set in a landscape inspired by the people, flora, and fauna of New Zealand!

In (slightly less) short: its a queer fantasy novel, yo. Every one of these characters is a delightful mess. There is not one “chosen one” among them — it's just a bunch of gays, doing their best (struggling. failing. bickering. falling in love. punching each other in the face). The story hinges on the relationships between characters — familial, platonic, romantic, antagonistic — and through this, and the wider world, I’m writing with the aim that ANYONE can pick up this fantasy land and know that there is a place for them here. We can leave the straight, white, male heroes in the fantasy books of old. (Except for Callum, who I wrote to be a straight, white male hero on purpose to subvert everything that trope is hehe. He's very sweet.)

Here's some characters!

Kyrie: Grumpy, foul-mouthed OG Fuck Up. Probably covered in mud.

Petrah: Done with your shit, wants to read and drink tea.

Meredith: Looks sweet, will kill you. Social schemer.

Callum: Looks like he'll kill you, is very sweet (but can also kill you. He won't, but he can.)

Jin: Annoying people into doing crimes with you is flirting, right?

Zamir: That Classy Bitch, excellent eyebrows (with which to judge you)

Niamh: Possesses all the brain cells the rest collectively lack.

Alistair: Literally can't NOT insult you, really needs a nap. He's trying.

[Image Removed - see note!]

There’s roaming bands of nomads! (Un)Natural disasters! Elven politics! Murder plots! Undead! General fuckery! Found family! Gods who are very bad at their job! Runecrafting! Enemies to begrudging besties! Worldbuilding for days! Diverse characters! Yearning! Trauma! An uncharacteristic lack of exclamation marks!

Here's a (WIP) map! [Image Removed - see note!]

My favourite part is... all of it hehe. But currently, I’m enjoying sinking back into the landscapes of the various regions and the creatures we can find there. Did you know NZ used to have a predatory bird called a Haast Eagle? Which —with a wingspan of 2-3 metres and claws the size of a tiger’s— was the largest eagle in the world, ever?

…Guess what I’m foisting on my characters 😈

It’s so much fun to write a world where (lacking predatory mammals like wolves and bears, etc, like NZ’s landscape is) the dangers lurking in the wild come in the form of dread weta, giant spiders, horned barklizards, Haast eagles, and dragons that look remarkably like Tuatara.

Oh, and there's the three Harpy Dens. Yeah, they’ll fuckin’ kill ya too. If the Deathless don’t catch you first. Good luck!

⚔️🌩️⚔️🌩️⚔️🌩️⚔️🌩️⚔️🌩️⚔️

I’m gonna delete this in a hot second! Two reasons;

1) I’m sharing an image that includes inspiration art for characters that I intend to have my own art commissioned for — none of this art belongs to me, this is just a glimspe into behind the scenes vibes (and I had this screenshot on hand from when a friend asked about my character’s relationships)

2) On the map, any and all names in Te Reo Maori are placeholders, including (and especially) Ao Marama; when the manuscript is complete, I want to work with Tangata Whenua to have their input on choosing appropriate names for my towns and landmarks — I don’t have the whakapapa to speak to this myself, being Ngati Paheka, so it would be pretty tone-deaf of me do write without input from Maori voices. (Fortunately all five of my step-siblings are Maori, so they can be some of my first betas lol, but I’m still gonna reach out to like the Pacifica Students association at my uni and then onward form there to sensitivity readers and such)

Draft is at 120k and counting! If you've read this far, (why are you reading this far? i love you 😭😆) I'll leave you with the current opening line!

It was nearing dinnertime in Westwatch, and Kyrie was seriously contemplating shooting a man in the eye...

[cerebrobullet]

Sharpe's Escape Semi-Daily Book Report:

i do love that sharpe being missing to lawford is not a "find and hang him for deserting!" offense but a "ah shit i need him" moment lmao

hhfhd oh, hogan is revealing all of sharpe's little secrets heheh like him lying about how he got his shit kicked in

it's so cute that vicenti (spelling? idk im too tired to look it up) was inspired by meeting sharpe to become a marksman. adorable lil dude.

ah, i wonder what captain chase is up to right now. i could use more captain chase. i still wanna write the chase/sharpe fic. sharpe just hit the gunboat blockading the river and, like, gave me such nostalgia. does he show up again?? i'd love for him to have a chance to meet sharpe after waterloo and be so proud of his rank and the things he accomplished.

on that thought, i think my favorite Repeating Trope in the books is when someone thinks the world of sharpe and he just, like, struggles to accept/believe it. because it doesnt come across as a humble brag, it's clearly genuine that sharpe has got some big issues with judging his own value to others. cornwell does a great job balancing between it being consistently emotionally satisfying when someone tells sharpe "you're like the neatest person ever" against sharpe responding consistently "sounds fake but ok" without that getting annoying. because it would be easy to overdo, and easy to turn sharpe into a kind of historical mary sue where everyone is so enraptured by him and he just refuses to accept it. but it doesn't fall into that at all. it remains, at its core, just a really fun slightly melodramatic exploration of a character with self worth issues who's good at his job. he just... really needs a hug. maybe a dozen of them. and a nap. i just wanna care for him, ok?

anyway, i return to vibrating excitedly as i wait for sharpe to kick in a door to stop the light company from surrendering and then take over command and having everyone feeling relieved

ngl Lawford getting absolutely reamed for his Poor Life Choices has me cracking up, my god. i mean .. consequence of his own actions and all that and really deserved it but also absolutely hilarious. he needed the bonk on the head.

LMAO PERKINS POINTING TO FERREIRA AFTER SHARPE BURSTS IN THE ROOM YELLING ABOUT BEING SHOT AT. looney toons-ass comedy moment. deserves to have a comic made of it.

btw Lightning is such a 12 year old girl name for a horse and i giggle every time i hear it. also because lawford is just, like, so excited about the horse. also lovely and giggle worthy. i will bonk cornwell with a rolled up newspaper if the horse dies tho.

....... *starts rolling up the newspaper* god damn it cornwell

the fuc..f..d .. the entire conversation between lawford and sharpe after the battle, absolutely wonderful. is there any other officer that sharpe would dare to pull a "got lost for two weeks" on with the full expectation he'll get away with it? and lawford calling him tedious, lmao! amazing, A+, i love them

WELL that's escape finished! not my fave but had plenty of enjoyable bits! mostly liked the sharpe and lawford drama hehe.

[brick-a-doodle-do]

Brick!! Saw you wanted asks again😂

I don't have much of an idea, but you mentioned human workers, like behind the scene.

Sooooooo

Maybe once the humans of the tiny-human pairs are like besties. They try to get like a part time job at the park? To hang out more, not that anything stopped them before, i think you said they sneak in to steam them sometimes

Maybe the motivation comes from either customers or staff being mean to their respective tiny.

Other idea was mostly background stuff, the park is the only one of its kind? How long has it been open? What were the initial areas. They couldn't have had that much money to begin with unless the boss is some weird millionaire😂

Once its successful, someone else is gonna steal the idea thou.... Hmmm wonder how that would turn out🤨

Hope all is well! Im back at the studies again😝

SDHFSDSJ yeah yeah my brain is a desert. creative brain is just taking a nice nap rn </3

yOO i have actually thought about that! i'm thinking aimsey! he seems like a good addition to be working there, honestly, also they're the first person to pop into my mind other than wilbur dream or sap,,,

aimsey first got a part-time while he was still in school, and after he finished it became a full-time since xey really liked it (surprisingly)

and YES the humans are DEFINITELY snuck in, i'm still tryna work out HOW though. definitely the tiny workers (sam & tubbo specifically) disable the security cameras but that can only work for so long. i can totally see tommy just making a hole in the ground that acts as a tunnel 😭 maybe they give wil a uniform or smth to blend in. IDK. but they for sure sneak in FDJFDSDJ

yeee the park is the only one as of right now! there've been some other pop-up things but they usually get shut down for some reason FJDSJ (maybe poor management uHHHH idk. au logic.)

it's opening date i am VERY conflicted about. on one hand, i could have it be like disney where it's been around for 50+ years, OR have it only recently open. i really have absolutely no idea LMAO

but for convenience let's say it's been around for like. the grand opening of the PARK was about 30 years prior to rn. i can edit that later afsdjgj

WELL, going off the origins of the park, mini-golf. it was a mini-golf course, and it spread to an on-site like trailer-sized escape room, and after that it the blueprints of an actual theme park was put into consideration. so those two attractions thrived for about 15 years n then it closed down for a bit, and reopened after the park opened. and ofc it wasn't as big as it is now but it still managed to get extremely popular. so there was money to start with since boss wasn't the original owner. maybe he was a close relative that uHHHH idk got the rights to it. somehow. the only living relative of a sad, semi-rich uncle. LMAO

anyway boss inherited it and started the park blah blah yeah so he was there for a while and just kinda corrupted it gradually,,,,,

YESSS who will steal it?? maybe like disney there could be like different locations. i'mma say no to that just cause idk but there are DEFINITELY people who get inspired and IMMEDIATELY shut down by the park cause boss is afraid of competition and extremely manipulative with his words :3c

all is good, thank you!!!

hope you're doing good asw and GAHH i hope your studies go well! have some bricks of motivation :D 🧱🧱🧱🧱

[weabooweedwitch]

I know you aren’t going to answer this since you aren’t addressing it any further, but I just wanted to say you aren’t inherently responsible for dealing with the consequences of your sisters choices. Of course it’s very unfortunate that what happened had happened, and she did not deserve that- but it’s ignorant to not realize that she put herself in that situation.

You shouldn’t be held responsible to stay for your sister when your going to go on a trip for your own benefit, it’s your life and not hers, and if you don’t put the line down somewhere then she’ll always take priority and you’ll never get to live.

Please take care of yourself, drink some water and take a nap, and try to have a good day.

(Btw I know this isn’t the blog you published it on but your last erasuremic chapter was INCREDIBLE and I’m so glad your posting them again; I think back to your story constantly)

Believe it or not I am unfortunately incredibly two faced at times and I will 100% post things that validate me, to be blunt about it

And thanks ❤️ my friends and especially the ones I visited in Canada really helped inspire me to start trying to exercise more self care and be more productive with my time and I realized writing is a nice healthy outlet for me and I would actually like to write a completely original story someday, maybe self publish it or something, although to be blunt I dunno if I would connect it to tumblr or my ao3 since I'd hate for it to get bogged down by any drama or anything. I hope to get the next chapter out before much longer and there's also other stories I want to do too ❤️

I mean, some folks can complain about my "constant pissing and moaning" , lmao, all they want, but clearly when I write stories about Readers who are dealt a bad hand and struggling mentally, many people relate to that, some people loving my work so much they like to chip in financially when I'm struggling so. Guess I'm just being a normal human being, out here tryna share my heart with others connecting and making friends and really, aren't we all on our own journeys on growing as people and trying to make it through it?

[slowd1ving]

REACHES THROUGH THE SCREEN AND SHAKES YOU ??? YOU UPLOADED THE REST OF THE FIC WITHIN TWO OF MY SLEEP CYCLES ?? (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾ didnt even give me the time to react !!! aaaaah !!!!

i dont even know what to say anymore dude , this work is a fucking masterpiece . the feelings feeling’d so hard and your writing style is SO . YUMMY . can i eat it pls ? (*´∀`)♪ i loved reading vil’s thoughts n stuff because they were all narrated so … good . amazing . wonderful . what words can i even say to describe the feelings reading your work made me feel ?!?!! AAAHH

and . oh god the spicy bits … />\\<\ ur gonna kill me lmfao , i had to pause several times and like shove my face into the cold side of my pillow bc ,,, gawd damn ,,,, KXJAKDJKSND LOL rivalry spice gotta be my favorite flavor of spice ever it has no right to be so good .

ALSO . reader and rook . they made me giggle . i love them . one of my friends really likes rook and im like yes ! the silly with the fuckass bob ! /ref ( theyre the reason my first and only colored twst fanart is him )

i like actually dont know what else to say now , so im gonna just end here but before i go i would like to inform you that you inspired me to go and level up my vil card , which funnily enough the only SR i have of him is his labwear card (°▽°) so now whenever i fucking look at it im going to think of your fic series I HOPE YOUR PROUD OF YOURSELF FOR TAINTING MY MIND !!!! /lhj

i also fucking saw your comment about a possible al-haitham fic . im perceiving you so hard for that right now . i would get on my hands and knees for an al-haitham fic from you pls (>A<) i love that smartass so much .

anyWAYS i hope your days been well and that the rest of it is awesome as well ! much love ! (´꒳`)♡ & pls excuse any excess ramble-y ness or if my typing is weird / unclear i just woke up from a nap a while ago so im . out of it heheh .

SPEEDY UPLOADER FR!!! nah I'm so impatient I like seeing all the reactions to the uploads so I tend to update quite fast 😭😭

THANK YOUUU it took such a long time to find a writing style I enjoyed so I'm glad others enjoy it too lmao. and yes I agree vil's thoughts >

writing interesting character's perspectives is always so fun to do

imagine how it was writing those parts !!! i had to take so many screaming breaks to continue each line cause he's TOOOO FINE!!! rivalry spice all the way brooo

rook's so silly fr; writing him was the only use I had out of taking french so I'm glad the opportunity came up

LMAO IK WHICH CARD YOU'RE TALKING ABOUTTT 😭I'm glad more science vil appreciation is coming up and what an honour it is to be associated with his card 🙏🙏

alhaitham fic is definitely in the ideas stage (god I've got such good ones lmao) like you cannot imagine how much I'm rubbing my hands in glee when I say this

thank you so much I hope your day has been excellent tooo!! and don't apologise for rambling it was very enjoyable reading your comments and thoughts anon 😭😭

[stormhearty]

Hi, I'm back after a few days, because simply working and studying is so hectic. Sometimes I think about what my life would be like if I were simply born an heiress🤑 how are you?

I think it's adorable and funny that you're productive before bed🤣 "I need to sleep, but let me read a manwha! Oh, I need to write now!" lmao. Those Red Bull commercials🤣🤣

This family is already crying out for help, poor thing.

Ahn😭 I always recommend "Shadow and Bone" to read first, because you already know the universe when you start reading SOC, but s&b is so painful to read that I only recommend it to then know the wonder that is SOC😭 (and also because in s&b there are 3 great secondary characters and so dear🛐). Eager readers suffer. I liked caraval, but I can't remember almost anything😭 and tiktok strikes again🤣

🤣🤣 your friend is definitely struggling poor thing, I hope she makes it! Look, I really enjoyed it after the first three chapters, but I'm suspicious of recommending it because I identified in so many ways with Poppy's journey and how she evolved. I'm suspicious because I loved reading FBAA and favorited it, lmao (it has a place in my heart). You can do it! Take your time reading these chapters (it took me a month to get going).

Do you feel that? Smells like LIE🤣🤣 first time I've heard an excuse like that just to buy books at a discount, LMAO. I plead guilty!

Guilty🤣🤣

No worries! I have been napping a lot because I went back to work after my 5 days off. The beauty of 12-hour shifts. And I posted the two fics that were giving me difficulty, now working on a Modern!Cassian fic! And how are you? How was work?

Guilty! I usually read a manwha in bed before going to bed, in all honesty. I have a list of manwhas I follow, and I try to catch up with the newest chapter. I just happened to re-read the old chapters of "Secret Lady" (which was the manwha I was able to get inspiration from for the Eris x Reader fic I posted), and inspiration struck! LMAO.

I went back to play a bit of SIMS 4 and my main girl was like sleep-deprived and hungry. 🤣🤣🤣

Will add Shadow and Bone to my TBR list then. It is forever growing, I never had this big of a TBR list in so long!

And after LOTR, probably the Narnia series. I had forgotten a lot of things that had happened, so I might go back to that.

🤣🤣🤣 I do have a goal this year to read more! And yes, it is unfortunately an excuse but it's a good excuse!

Also, did you want your own tag so that when I post your ask replies, you can get them?