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Dancing with the devil II

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem! royal!reader Summary: The Na-Baron's birthday celebration on Giedi Prime at the beginning of the season makes you realise just how much work you'll have to put into becoming Empress—and even more into avoiding Harkonnen, who's showing you way too much attention. This is something that your almost-fiance definitely shouldn't like, and something that he doesn't notice. After all, there's little you can see in the darkness of Giedi Prime. Warning: kind of royal au!; 18+; violence; blood; Feyd Rautha; death; smut; Inspired by: Bridgerton and "Would've, could've, should've" - Taylor Swift Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ PART I ~•♤♤♤•~ PART III ~•♤♤♤•~

"Smile. And powder yourself. You look pale, as if we were going there for a beheading and not a ball." Your mother says, adjusting the position of the grid of diamonds decorating your head. You flinch as you feel the cool metal of the gems brush against your cheek.

The damn thing was heavy, but nice. You remember perfectly how Lord Luwael's eyes lit up when he saw you wearing a similar ornament in your hair.

"In a way it is. First we will see the fight in the arena." You are sceptical of what comes next when your ship lands on Giedi Prime. You didn't like this place. It was black and white, barren, devoid of life and any moral principles. It was therefore an ideal place for gossip to arise - especially the spicy ones.

Besides, your... last encounter with Na-Baron was still fresh in your memory. Especially in dreams. On those terrible nights, you dreamed about how, in the darkness of your gardens and under the moonlight, you allowed him to do... more wicked things. Things that even husbands and wives shouldn't do behind their chambers' doors. And as much as you felt aroused after every dream like this, you were also disgusted with yourself and hated the Na-Baron even more for your little fantasies.

This helped immensely when it came to increasing motivation to win the emperor's cousin's heart, but no amount of flirting with him helped you forget the touch of a certain Harkonnen. You found it very interesting. And you hoped that after fighting in the arena, your body would adopt the same attitude towards him as your brain. He was dangerous and should have been avoided by you at all costs, and yet, in every fantasy about him, you enjoyed his burning touch more than the previous ones and wanted much more to happen between you two.

"Better for you. Half of these charpies in silks and sparkles will faint and never set foot in a ballroom. Take this opportunity and stick to the arm of the emperor's cousin." She advises you, licking her finger and twisting a lock of your hair so it rests unruly against your temple and falls onto your cheek.

"Lord Luwael wrote to me all summer. Besides, you saw for yourself that he visited our planet several times."

"It does not mean anything. He could only be bored, so he flew around the planets looking for entertainment. You have to charm him, Y/N. Drive him crazy with a... desire for you so great that he will do anything to have you—only then will he propose to you. It's still a miracle that he looked at you, since we come from a worse dynasty than him." He reminds you dryly, and you press your lips into a thin line. He doesn't wait for your answer. She leaves your room, clearly expecting you to follow her, when the ship announces that you are about to land.

You take a shaky breath, looking at yourself in the mirror. Your home-coloured dress hugged your curves perfectly, showing off the best of your figure, and your makeup highlighted your cheekbones and gave your eyes depth. All of this made you an irresistible sight. Lord Luwael would have to be blind not to appreciate your beauty. You will leave Giedi Prime with a ring on your finger or on the ship of the emperor's cousin. You did not see any other possibility, nor did you want to allow something other to happen.

You put on your soft, genuine smile and leave the room to join your mother on the exit ramp. Moments later, the ramp descends, revealing the black sun of Giedi Prime. You frown and squint as you adjust to the atmosphere on the planet. Your mother and you come down to earth. As soon as you can see beyond the patch of land in front of you, you shiver as you notice the Na-Baron waiting near your ship. You feel your anxiety and nervousness rising inside you, but you try your hardest to maintain your polite smile.

"Viscountess Y/L/N. Lady Y/L/N." He greets you, his gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine. You try to control your breathing and heartbeat, as panic is rising within you.

He looks... even more intimidating than on your home planet. That night, his mask had covered practically his entire face, but now you could see him in all his glory. And damn you, because those tempting lips he had weren't the only advantage of his appearance.

His face looked as if thousands of painters had worked on it, as if it had been lifted from ancient paintings depicting beautiful demons tempting people to damnation. And, oh, what a handsome devil he was. If you believed in an afterlife, you would wonder if he escaped from hell to lead people into temptation.

You couldn't help but wonder if he would recognise you. Does he know that it was you who went with him to the garden a few months ago? You try to read some reaction from his face, but he maintains an emotionless, composed demeanour as he looks at you and your mother.

"Na-Baron. It's a great honour to be here to celebrate your birthday. May fate always be in your favour." She greets him kindly. You shiver in relief as he thankfully doesn't pay much attention to you as his gaze comes back to your mother.

"I hope it will. The maids will show you the way to the guest wing and your chambers. All celebrations will take place tomorrow. I hope that you will soon get used to the atmospheric conditions in Giedi Prime. Until then." He nods at the maids standing behind him. Bald women come up to you and hand you tiny baskets. "Our guests find it quite useful."

You look at the things in the basket; your attention is caught by sunglasses with black lenses and a strange coat. Your mother reaches for her coat and, with practiced skill, slips it gracefully over herself, along with her glasses, as you stare unsteadily at the strange fabric.

"Lady Y/L/N. May I?" Na-Baron asks. However, he doesn't wait for your answer.

He comes closer to you, takes your cloak from the basket, and hands it to your servants. He wraps the coat around you, adjusting it to your figure and making sure to cover all of your exposed skin.

"We Harkonnens have a special pigment in our skin to prevent the carcinogenic effects of sunlight and burns from long-term exposure. You must remember to wear this coat outside to avoid any diseases, Lady Y/L/N." He says, standing behind you and tying the fabric of your coat together. He uncovers your face for a moment and puts on your sunglasses. "Nor your beautiful eyes to be damaged." He whispers, so only you can hear him.

You shiver, staring at him blankly, glad that your sunglasses allow you the convenience of hiding your eyes from him and whatever you're focused on.

Was it possible that he recognised you? Was he giving you a hint that he knew you were his white swan? NO. Impossible. He probably flirted with every single woman who came to Giedi Prime. After all, he was going to find a wife this season. He had to show his softer side and hide Giedi Prime's brutality from the naive noblewomen so that some stupid and naive one would marry him.

"We thank you very much for your kindness, Na-Baron." Your mother speaks for you, obviously angry that you haven't spoken up for yourself. You just nod, shifting your gaze to the castle behind him, trying to escape his watchful, searching gaze for a moment.

"Your welcome." He responds with a nod to your mother.

He takes your hand in his, making you tense slightly as he leans down and presses a short kiss on it. A shiver runs through you as you feel the shape of his lips through your gloves, and your mind automatically recalls the memory of that night. You smile at him politely and quickly join your mother's side, leaving Na-Baron on the ramp as another ship arrives.

"Do not act like that. Don't show that you're afraid of them. And be careful. It's very common for people here to disappear after showing disrespect to the Na-Baron. You know how, right?" She whispers furiously to you as you are led inside the palace by the maids.

"I... I know. I'm sorry." You say this thoughtfully, turning discreetly over your shoulder to watch him greet the other noble families. This time, he doesn't kiss anyone's hand or help anyone put on their protective cloak. You shake your head. He probably saw that you weren't engaged to anyone yet, and that's why you got... special treatment from him.

"Just don't act like a scared mouse. I raised you better."

Right. Your mother raised you better. That's why you shouldn't have disappeared into the garden with this mysterious stranger from the very beginning. It would save you a headache now that wasn't caused by the oppressive atmosphere on Giedi Prime. You just wanted this season to end as soon as possible. Preferably your marriage.

You walk hand in hand with Lady Y/F/N towards the arena, gossiping about what happened since last night. The Giedi Prime sun is somehow more bearable today; you don't know if it's because of the items given by Na-Baron or because the weather was exceptionally not as cruel as the day you arrived, but you feel much better. (Or maybe it was because you didn't see Na-Baron Harkonnen today.)

"I tell you, Princess Irulan was furious. I heard she destroyed her room, and the maids worked all night to get it back in order. Do you think it's possible? That the Emperor wants to marry her off to Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha?"

"Possible. It wouldn't be a stupid move. After all, Irulan cannot become emperor. She may be the firstborn, but she has no right to rule. It is logical that her father wants to marry her off to the second-best possible party, of course, when it comes to financial and political issues."

"Second best? Who's first?" You just smile at her question, watching the other noblewomen and their families walk towards the arena.

"Of course, as a woman in love, I must say that Lord Luwael."

"Has someone talked about me?"

A faint blush appears on your cheeks. You and Y/F/N turn around to see a smug Lord. You give him an equally mischievous smirk and curtsy, grabbing the arm he offered you.

"I do not think so. You must have misheard, Lord Luawel. Maybe it's the sun of Giedi Prime that bothers you so much that you lose your hearing?" You tease him as the three of you enter the arena.

"Lady Y/N, you don't have to worry about me so much, as sweet as that is. Fortunately, I don't need as much protection as you ladies do. However, I must admit that Giedi Prime is a terrible place. It does not allow you to see the natural beauty of certain things, taking away their colours."

"Maybe there's something… positive to be found here?" Y/F/N asks hesitantly as you pass a group of Harkonnens heading to the arena. The men say something in their harsh, unpleasant language that makes you shiver. You are only further insisting that there is nothing good to find on Giedi Prime.

"Positive? With all due respect, Lady Y/F/N, the Harkonnens have destroyed everything beautiful that could be left on this planet. Including their appearance and behavior." You giggle, careful not to let anyone else but the three of you hear you. But you wonder why your friend's attitude is so... sullen. She plays with her glove nervously as her eyes fall on the baron's older nephew, Rabban. "I don't know who is worse, him or his younger psychopathic brother."

"I think both of them are equal in their madness." You comment, agreeing with Lord Luwael.

Your eyes involuntarily land on Na-Baron, who exchanges a few words with one of his servants. You shiver when his eyes find yours—as if he has a special detector that makes him aware every time someone's eyes linger on him for too long.

He nods to you, looking at you carefully and examining your dress. His lips twitch into a smile when he sees you're wearing the coat he helped you adjust to your figure yesterday. You quickly turn your head towards Lord Luwael and give him one of your practiced, beautiful smiles.

"I… I'm sorry. I should join my family. Lord Luwael. Lady Y/N."

You frown, watching her walk away like a beaten puppy. You decide to question her about her strange behavior later in the evening. Now you had to focus on your lord.

"And you, lady? Are your wonderful mother and father with you?" Lord Luwael asks, placing his hand on top of yours after managing to penetrate the layers of material protecting your skin. He acts as if he wants to pull you much closer to him.

You feel the skin of your hand burn where it touches his, but unfortunately, not from... the excitement of this tiny, forbidden contact. Someone's eyes are watching you carefully, but you are too afraid to look towards Na-Baron to confirm that it is his irises that are staring hatefully at your joined hands.

"My mother had a headache, so she staid in her chamber. Unfortunately, my father couldn't show up at all. I hope you won't abandon me and leave me so lonely in this barbaric place, my lord?"

"I wouldn't dare do that. I am a gentleman. After all, someone has to catch you if you faint, my lady."

You smile sweetly at him, ignoring the sudden urge to kick him in the crotch for his words. You must maintain the innocent demeanour of a cute, awkward, and sweet noblewoman. Even though you hated it...

"Oh, you don't know how much I appreciate it, my lord." You say, wondering if you should actually pretend to faint and let him catch you. It would be very romantic if he carried you out of the arena in his arms and took you to the medic. Plus, you wouldn't have to watch... Na-Baron's entire performance.

You take your seat in the guest box. The arena shakes with the screams and applause of people who are truly eager for their Na-Baron to shed blood. Lord Luwael hands you the binoculars and gently removes your cloak as you both notice that you are protected from the sun's rays by a special black glass window.

You shiver as the Harkonnen's war drums sound and the announcer says something in their language, announcing Feyd-Rautha's fight.

A blush involuntarily blooms on your cheeks when you see that Na-Baron has decided to fight without a shirt or any armour protecting his chest. You hungrily stare at his muscular torso as he shows off his warrior body, which is decorated with paint—probably their war symbols, bringing good luck in battle.

"A real poseur and playboy. He only does it to attract attention."

"Probably. But you can't say, that it doesn't work, my lord." You say and nod towards the other ladies, who are also staring at the muscular figure of a warrior that Na-Baron proudly displays.

"Does it work for you?"

"I'm just a woman. But I prefer… slightly more hairy men." Lord Luwael chuckles at your comment, giving you a mischievous look. His attention briefly returns to Na-Baron, who lets out a belligerent cry after the murder of the first prisoner. You see him shiver slightly and his eyebrows furrow before his attention returns to you.

"So would I also gain your attention if I appeared… in a similar condition?"

"My lord, you would then have my complete undivided attention." You respond equally flirtatiously. The man sitting next to you hums in appreciation. His hand reaches up to cup your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheek as he stares at you, entranced.

"You, lady, have my undivided attention at all times and occupy my every thought." Unfortunately, you can't respond to his comment with something as sweet as Na-Baron's angry, painful scream that echoes from the arena.

Your attention returns to the fight. Na-Baron fights the last opponent, who, surprisingly, is not under the influence of drugs. You watch the fight with curiosity, even more so when you see blood pouring from Na-Baron's side.

"He had to distract himself. So far, he hasn't had any problems fighting him." You hear people commenting around you, but your eyes are focused only on Na-Baron.

You shiver as his gaze wanders towards your box, and it feels like he's looking right at you, making sure you're watching him. You put this idea out of your head. He probably didn't even know your name. He couldn't recognise you; he would definitely show it by now if he did.

You shiver as he lets out a menacing scream and charges at his opponent. His movements are quick, well-aimed and aimed as he delivers slashes, perfectly avoiding the blade of the prisoner he is fighting. You hold your breath as he knocks the blade out of your opponent's hands and stabs him in the stomach several times.

Na-Baron whispers something to the warrior and slowly lowers him to the ground as he draws his last breath. You can't take your eyes off his bloody form. His piercing gaze is still directed towards your lodge as he raises his blade. The crowd in the arena screams, people applaud, and you feel Lord Luwael next to you slowly begin to fall to the ground.

"Lord Luwael!" You scream, attracting the attention of the people around you. Several men help you, and they lift the unconscious lord. They carry him outside, and you want to follow them, but unfortunately for you, the second round of Na-Baron's fight begins, so you can't just leave. So you go back to your seat, thinking hard.

Lord Luwael apparently had another negative trait besides being a hopeless romantic—a firm believer in preserving a strictly traditional, patriarchal system. He fainted at the sight of blood and abhorred violence.

You sigh, wondering how the hell you're supposed to cope with a husband and an emperor who's afraid to draw someone's blood and pick up a sword.

Your gaze falls back on the fighting Na-Baron. If only he was less... Harkonnen... You shake your head at the idea that crossed your mind. No. You are going to become the empress. Nothing could change that plan, and certainly not one night of oblivion and pleasure with a brutal, psychopathic future Baron of a dead planet.

But that doesn't stop you from admiring the way Na-Baron's muscular chest ripples with each rapid breath or the way his muscles twitch with his movements. And unfortunately, you can't stop your thoughts from wandering and imagining him moving into a much more... intimate situation.

"Did she watch the fight?" Feyd asks his servant as the medic stitches up his wound.

He finished the fight a few minutes ago. People were probably starting to gather in the ballroom, but he had to clean up and put things in order before he appeared in public. Before he shows himself to you.

"At first, she was a little distracted by this... lord. But he fainted halfway through Na-Baron's fight, so afterwards her attention was entirely on you, my lord."

"He fainted? Weak spawn. Did she enjoy my performance?" Feyd asks, slightly irritated by the way the medic's fingers are shaking with fear as he tends to the wound.

"She was definitely impressed. I think Na-Baron's decision not to wear the breastplate helped, as did the fact that the guards made sure not to let Lord Luwael into the arena again."

"Very good, you did a great job. Keep it up. I'm going to need you to distract that pet of hers for a while. You can do it, right?"

"Of course, my lord Na-Baron."

"Women like flowers. Those outside Giedi Prime." The medic comments as he finishes stitching up his wound. Feyd looks at him for a moment, then nods at his servant.

"This is a wonderful idea. Order a vase of the rarest flower species to be placed in her chambers. I'll give you a note tonight, after the ball."

Before Feyd finishes his sentence, he already holds the medic's arm and plunges a dagger into his stomach. The man groans in shock as he stares in sheer terror at the Na-Baron.

"Because of you, I'll be late for my own ball." He growls and puts on a black shirt, ignoring the blood on his fingers as he walks out of the infirmary.

He walks through the halls of the palace, hurrying to his chambers to change. His thoughts involuntarily go to you, remembering your intoxicating scent and the softness of your skin under his lips. Damn him if he lets some lesser man have the taste of what is his.

You belonged to him from the moment he killed for you the emperor's dog that tried to bite you. If necessary, he will kill another one to make sure that no man will dare to adore you again.

But Feyd couldn't do it; as much as he dreamed of it, he preferred to gain your... feelings rather than force you to marry him. And maybe he enjoyed the thrill of chasing you, but only as long as his claims for you weren't at risk. And this little... lord was hanging around way too close to you.

He didn't know at all what you saw in this weak man. He wasn't handsome, he couldn't fight, and he couldn't defend you. Certainly not before Feyd. You needed someone strong—someone who wasn't afraid of your true nature or unleashing it. You weren't yourself hanging out with that lord. He watched the two of you closely, and countless times he saw you tighten your hand around a glass, a fan, or in a fist when that lord made a remark that irritated you, but instead of snapping back like you did with Feyd, you smiled falsely sweetly and nodded obediently.

His beautiful, brave swan, instead of hissing at the fools around her, only tried harder to attract them. And this annoyed Feyd immensely. You could be so much more than just a pretty face. You had a character that Feyd admired in you, but instead of showing it with pride, you hid it deep inside, afraid of society's opinion.

You would make a wonderful Baroness. With you by his side, he wouldn't worry about anyone seeing him as weak man. And he himself found worthy company in you during that wonderful night on your planet. If only you hadn't run away from him, hadn't believed the rumours so much, and weren't afraid of him, but rather of what he might do to you, you and Feyd would make a wonderful match.

As he approaches his chamber, he hears the ladies giggling. He decides to hide in a side corridor and wait until the gossiping women leave. But he perks up his ear excitedly when he hears what they're talking about—and that you're among them too.

"Na-Baron put on quite a show. Have you seen these muscles?" Feyd can barely keep from giggling. But he can't help but wonder how you assessed his... muscles.

He did it especially for you—to tease you a little with what you could have had that night if you hadn't run away from him like a scared little mouse. How many nights did he spend dreaming about catching you before that frail lord got you...

"Oh please. He's a cruel brute. Psychopath. Did you see how he treated that poor man? Moreover, most of his opponents were under the influence of drugs."

His hairless eyebrows furrow. He feels his rage rising; he wants to come out of his hiding place and show this royal bitch a real fight, but he knows that his uncle will kill him for laying a hand on the emperor's daughter.

"I'm not surprised at him. After all, he's the next Baron, they won't risk his life for some lame arena show."

"What do you think about it, Lady Y/N?"

Feyd licks his lips, eagerly waiting for your opinion on his fight. His heart beats fast as he wonders what you will say. Will you praise his fighting skills? Appearance? Ruthlessness and brutality? Or maybe you loathe it as much as Princess Irulan does?

He waited nervously, his heart beating fast as he waited impatiently for even one word from you.

"I… think we had a rather… interesting fight anyway. Regardless of the circumstances."

His excitement fades when you limit yourself to such a simple, diplomatic, and natural answer. He doesn't want to hear something like that from you. He wants your opinion; he wants to hear the burning heat in your voice as you express your true thoughts and emotions with great conviction, even if they go against what he wants. He wants your passion—the same passion he has experienced the few times he has had the opportunity to be around you.

"But it's not honorable! How dare they treat prisoners like this?" Irulan growls furiously at you.

"And in your country, how are they treated, my princess? They either end up in a noose or have their heads cut off. Here, maybe being under the influence of drugs isn't the best thing, but at least they have a dignified death for warriors—those who don't fight Na-Baron are fighting in the arena for their freedom and are not under the influence of any substance. I don't think this is the case in many countries. Besides, it boosts morale and entertains the people. Two birds with one stone."

Feyd feels a smirk involuntarily form on his lips. He knew that his little, wise swan would think just like he did. However, I regret that you do not praise his skills as a warrior but only focus on the usefulness of such fights. Next time, he will try harder for you. Maybe he will even give you the heart of the strongest warrior?

"Of course you'll flatter him, Lady Y/N. After all, he clearly has his eyes on you. I saw the way he looked at you the day you arrived—it was clearly love at first sight."

"Oh yes! And I saw him looking across the arena towards your box! He got so distracted by looking at you that one of the prisoners stabbed him in the side! It's so sweet, just like a real romance book."

Feyd freezes for a moment. Was it that obvious? He couldn't, right? Maybe he was accidentally looking for you in the crowd of other people, but... he couldn't be that easy to read, right?

"I would never dream of courting Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha, not even in your wildest fantasies my ladies. So maybe let's focus on the real, more likely matches that could happen this season."

At your words, Feyd clenches his hands into fists. How dare you so openly reject his possible advances? It was the best match in the empire. In fact, he could be a future emperor, and he'd damn well do it for you if that was all it took to get his hand in marriage. Seething with rage, his hand involuntarily went to the blade attached to his side. He had to find someone; he had to take it out on someone; but then again, he needed to hear more. Why does the thought that he adores you bother you so much? Did he do something to you? Has he offended you in any way? Was it your reluctance and disgust at the idea of having him as a suitor just because he was a Harkonnen?

"You mean your questionable engagement to my cousin?" Princess Irulan mocks you, fueling Feyd's anger both with the way she speaks to you and with your engagement to that weak piece of flesh wasting air in your presence.

"Why questionable, my princess? I think this would be the perfect match. Lady Whistledown herself devoted several of her paragraphs to it."

Feyd rolls his eyes at you. Have you also read the nonsense of some old lady who was bored enough to comment on events in the world of noble families? And here he thought that his swan was too smart for that...

"My cousin may be stupid and be fooled by a few pretty words and eyes, but he doesn't make rash decisions. He knows what kind of marriage will be best for him. He won't marry someone from a lesser family just because some anonymous writer is having fun spreading rumors."

"Do you have someone special for Lord Luwael in your mind, maybe?"

"I think we all know very well who I mean."

Feyd smiles, and for the first time, he is not hating the princess's existence. If she actually took this weak lord from you, the fight for your hand and heart would be much more enjoyable for him; after all, he wouldn't have to worry that you would marry some other man while he was trying his best to get closer to you. It would definitely make courting you easier if Irulan tried to charm your weak little lord...

"Hmm… possible. But tell us, princess, how's your Bene Gesserit training going? Has the Reverend Mother assigned you any task yet?"

"I believe this is none of your business."

Ah, so you knew. You knew that the Bene Gesserit were planning to marry him to Irulan—something he certainly wouldn't allow. But if he lets you believe it, would you fight for him? Would you try to convince him to stop chasing Irulan? You could. After all, you would see it as a threat to your position as empress. Feyd is curious what lengths you would go to if such a situation occurred—how far would you go in trying to seduce him and leave Irulan?

Feyd is no longer eavesdropping on the rest of your conversation. You pass him, and he quickly sneaks back to his chambers, changing his clothes. His mind races as he wonders what he should do now. And he decides to give you one last chance before he puts his plan into action.

The balls at Gieid Prime are… different from those you usually witness. The ballroom is lit by a thousand candles, the room is kept in semi-darkness, and you are more than convinced that some orgy is taking place somewhere in the corners and recesses of this huge hall.

You are just finishing your dance with Lord Luwael when Feyd-Rautha enters the hall. Na-Baron is greeted with loud applause and cheers. He smiles at the crowd of people, showing a row of night-black teeth. You shiver at the sight. You just don't know if it's out of fear or desire. You realise that every time you think he can't make himself a more terrible monster, he comes in like the bane of your existence and proves you dead wrong.

Oh how you wanted to finally leave Giedi Prime.

"Unfortunately, I think we should wish him a happy birthday. Everyone does it."

You nod at his words, seeing the rest of the guests actually gather around Feyd-Rautha. You place your hand in the crook of his arm and let him guide you towards Na-Baron. The alcohol you managed to drink without your companion's attention and the man's mere presence will give you a bit of courage. Although you know, if a real fight broke out between these two men, the candidate for your husband would probably faint from fear when he saw the first blood and lose it. What a pity he had such an annoying condition...

"Na-Baron. Happy birthday." Your companion says as you reach Feyda-Rautha. His blue, ocean-glacial eyes stare at the two of you, ignoring you for a moment to send an appraising glance towards the man whose arm you're holding. You see a strange tension building in the room between these two...

"Thank you very much, lord…"

"Luwael." He finishes for him, angry that he is not properly recognised and acknowledged by the Na-Baron.

"Ah yes. It slipped out of my mind. Wouldn't you be offended if I took the liberty of asking your lovely partner to dance? It's my birthday, after all." Na-Baron's attention is completely on you, and you wish he and Lord Luwael had spent more time on this little alpha male fight. You open your mouth, ready with an excuse to deny him the dance, but the man next to you speaks first.

"Of course. Enjoy yourself." Na-Baron gives him a smug smirk that only widens when Lord Luwael flinches at Feyd's black teeth.

You suppress a grimace and give your hand to the Harkonnen. He takes your hand with incredible gentleness and leads you to the centre of the room, right onto the dance floor. Before the dancing starts, he has the courage to take off your gloves. You give him a confused look, your heart beating faster, as he leans in to press a kiss on your hand. You shiver as the skin of your hand registers the now familiar shape of his plump lips.

He places his hand on your waist and connects your hand with his, leading you to the rhythm of a rather calm song.

"Such fire… and yet your anger does not reach Lord Luwael. What did he do to deserve this special treatment, my lady? Maybe you're worried about him after he fainted in the arena like some weak, little boy?"

"I have no idea what you are talking about." You say, turning your gaze away from him, wanting to spend the rest of the dance in silence. You keep your eyes peeled for Lord Luwael, but unfortunately, you can't find him anywhere. As if he had evaporated.

"Is it so, little swan?" A cold chill runs through you as you use the nickname for you that he used that night. You feel your world freeze for a moment. He continues to lead you in the rhythm of the dance, allowing himself to pull you a little closer to inhale the scent of your perfume, but you don't notice, terrified of what he told you he knew.

"I... no." You blurt out, trying to control your emotions, and put on the mask of indifference on your face again.

"Well... I guess you know. Your heart beats so fast, almost as fast as that night when I tasted your wonderful nectar straight from the source. You know there's nothing as sweet as your juices?"

"How dare you speak to me like that?!" You growl furiously, unconsciously digging your nails into his palm.

"So she can still hiss! And she even has claws. I remember how sweetly you scratched my neck with them before you ran away like a scared little bird."

"Shut up." You growl, feeling like you're starting to lose control of this whole conversation. And not just conversation. You noticed that you had somehow found yourself outside the ballroom. The music from there reaches you in the form of a gentle hum as it presses you against the wall of one of the empty corridors. You swallow, realising what a sh*t situation you are in.

"Or what? Watch your tone, little swan. It's my birthday. You should be nicer to me. I didn't actually hear you wish me a happy birthday; your little puppet did it for you."

"Unlike some, he is a real gentleman, not a puppet or monster."

"Ah, but we know very well that you don't want a gentleman. A gentleman wouldn't do to you the things I did to you, and we both know how deliciously you moaned under my touch and how you shuddered as my tongue tasted you. Do you think your weak lord can do to you the things I showed you in the darkness of your house planet? That he can satisfy your desire? That he can free you from your shackles of social conventions as I can free you? You need someone bigger than the lesser man. I've already told you that. You won't settle for a man like that."

"You do not know anything about me. One night—not even the whole night—spent under my skirts won't suddenly make you know my true desires. You have changed, Feyd-Rautha. You're not the same boy from the Lankiveil I used to know." He hums thoughtfully at your worlds, watching you carefully and curiously.

"Hmm… maybe you're right, little swan. I think I need to do more to convince you that I am right."

You sigh as his lips press against yours in a frenzied, passionate kiss. You punch his chest, trying to push him away, but he presses hard against you, pinning you against the wall. You feel the toned muscles of his body as he grinds against you, demanding full access to your mouth.

You bite his lip until it bleeds, but that only turns him on more. His strong, large hand cups your breast, squeezing it tightly. You let out a surprised moan, and his tongue somehow finds a way to slip into your open mouth.

The material of your dress tears under his strength; his hands pull your breasts out of your dress and caress them as if his life depended on it. His fingers graze over your sensitive nipples, and you can only moan into his mouth as he sends a warmth straight to your core that reminds you desperately of how his tongue was working so well to release you that you had denied yourself.

You come to the shameful conclusion that maybe you could have let him bring you to orgasm before you ran away from him.

His lips finally leave yours, but you don't enjoy this freedom for long. They move to your neck, licking and nibbling madly, as if someone were about to tear him away from you. And the worst thing about it all is that you don't really know if that's what you want.

You scream as his black teeth dig into your skin, leaving a mark in the crook of your neck. You hear the click of enamel against metal as he accidentally catches your necklace, but he doesn't move away; he just sinks his teeth into it, as if trying to split a diamond in half.

He pulls away from you; you see the blood on his plump lips—your blood—and it only makes you more aroused. His hand slips under your skirts and reaches to your core, caressing you teasingly. You gasp, closing your eyes and throwing your head back.

"Such a good little whore when she gets fingers and a few hickeys on her neck. Does your lord know what a shrew you are until someone kisses the venom from your lips? Does he know what fire burns inside you? Does he know what a wonderful feast you have between your legs for a thirsty man? Does he know you as well as I do? Has he seen how beautiful you look in the whirlwind of passion?"

His every question is punctuated by the rhythm of the thrusting of his fingers. You moan softly, holding back tears of pleasure, as he slowly brings you to the edge. You dig your nails into his shoulders, holding onto him with all your strength as he plays with your clit and sucks hickeys on your breasts.

"So sweet… so soft… so wet. And it's for me. Just for me. For Harkonnen. Say it. Tell me who fucks that little pussy so well with his fingers. Tell me who's driving you crazy. Tell me whose attention you really want, you wanton little bitch, and maybe I'll let you cum, despite the way you treated me… and on my own birthday…"

"I... you... you..." You gasp in rhythm with the thrusts of his fingers.

"Nah. Not like that. My name, beautiful little swan. Scream my name. Exactly the way you should have done that night in the garden." He whispers into your ear, biting the lobe. You moan as his fingers go deeper inside you, and his other hand caresses your breast, playing with your nipple.

"I... ah... Feyd.... Feyd, please..." You cry for him as your hips grind against his hand, seeking the sweet release that only he can give you.

"Yes…just like that…cum for me. Give me my birthday present and shout my name." You can only nod dumbly as you feel him take you over the edge. You bite down hard on his neck, refraining from making any noise as you tighten around his fingers, finally coming.

You gasp, feeling the metallic taste of his black blood on your tongue.

You move away from him as if burned. Your heart beats insanely fast as you stare at him, trying to process what happened. He pulls his finger out of you with a squelch, and you blush furiously. He puts his fingers in his mouth, sucking them. He moans at the taste of you, never breaking eye contact with you.

"Perfect birthday gift. Although I believe I can get more." Just as he moves to kneel between your legs, you hear the voices of the guards patrolling the halls. You push him away from you in panic and run forward, trying to improve your appearance a little.

This time, he's not after you. He didn't make any attempt to chase you. He allows you to traverse the halls of Giedi Prime without the feeling of his breath on your back, but you are very aware that you have miserably lost today's battle against him. He did exactly what he wanted with you and would have gone much further (and unfortunately, you would have let him) if you hadn't sobered up with the possibility of getting caught.

You told yourself that this was what you needed to get over him. After all, forbidden fruit always tasted the best, and once you experienced the Na-Baron's... undoubted skills, you could move on and marry a man who was the absolute opposite of him, a man with whom you didn't have to worry so much about the future, as with Feyd-Rautha.

Yes, this was what you needed—one last affair before the wedding—to make sure you're doing it right. Because what would await you as Na-Baron's wife, or, God forbid, concubine? Nothing good. The Harkonnens were the harbinger of misfortune, suffering, pain, aggression, and, apparently, good sex.

Whatever you and Na-Baron were doing, it had to end now.

"I'm supposed to be his wife?! This barbarian?! You can't do this to me, father! Feyd-Rautha will destroy the empire and plunge us into the blood of war and senseless brutality. He's a psychopath; can't you see it? Surely there must be another way to keep the throne!" Irulan's screams echo throughout the guest wing. Your eyes widen in surprise, the unpleasant pang in your chest only adding to your daze.

So the rumours were true. The emperor wants to give Irulan to Feyd. You don't like this idea very much. If the Harkonnens married into the Corrino family, your right to the throne of Emperor, or rather the right of Lord Luwael, would be in jeopardy. No one stood a chance against them.

You snap out of your daze when you see the door handle to Irulan's chambers begin to move. You quickly run to your room and close the door quietly behind you as you wonder what the hell just happened in these few hours.

You return to your chambers blushing and with a rapidly beating heart. You can still feel Na-Baron's lips vividly on your neck, and you're sure you'll have to cover it tomorrow so no one will see the hickeys that bastard gave you.

How stupid you were again! How could you let him get so close to you again and corner you when you were alone in his territory?! And what's worse, he knew that it was you who went with him to the garden that night; he knew and he wanted more from you...

You shudder as wicked thoughts enter your mind, all because of Na-Baron's tantalisingly absurd whispers. How could you enjoy his attack on you? How could you moan so loudly in a deserted corridor? How could you shout his name and attract the attention of the guards?

You were damn lucky that no one caught you, that Lord Luwael disappeared somewhere, and that he didn't see you giving yourself to this... this monster like a mindless whore. It had to be the alcohol. They must have put something in your drink; you couldn't just... enjoy the touch of a Harkonnen, a Harkonnen who just a few hours ago had slaughtered you in the arena before your eyes and was enjoying it like a little child enjoys a candy... A Harkonnen whose body was ethereal beautifully...

You are snapped out of your thoughts when your mother enters your room in a state of… extreme daze.

"Mother? Have something happened?" You ask her, worried that your little (another) tryst with the Na-Baron might have turned out to be not such a secret at all.

"Lord Luwael just asked for my consent to propose to you. You did very well, Y/N. You will be an empress."

You swallow nervously and smile, nodding your head. Your mother hugs you, and you feel millions of thoughts racing through your head. You will become empress, but only if Irulan and Feyd-Rautha don't marry, and there was only one way to make sure that would happen.

You had to play a game with the devil himself and seduce and deceive him until the day it would be too late for his marriage to Irulan and you and Lord Luwael would take the emperor's throne. But how the hell were you supposed to do that without getting burned?

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sebastianswallows · 7 months ago

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The Little Death — 5. Patterned behaviour

— PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Bene Gesserit!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: A Bene Gesserit gets left behind in the Arrakeen palace. When Feyd becomes the Planetary Governor, he finds her there in hiding. The Harkonnens don't traditionally keep them as truthsayers or concubines like other Houses do, but Feyd might have a use for her. After all, he's never had a Bene Gesserit of his own before.

— WARNINGS: none

— WORDCOUNT: 2.1k

— TAGLIST: @elf-punk @lowlyloved @pomtherine @slytherins-heir @babyofneptune @localravenclaw

Give me the judgment of balanced minds in preference to laws every time. Codes and manuals create patterned behaviour. All patterned behaviour tends to go unquestioned, gathering destructive momentum. — Darwi Odrade

It was easy to fall to the bed afterwards, as if she belonged there. Because she did now. Feyd was still catching his breath when she curled up beside him, her knees brushing against his hip, their sweat soaking into the bedsheets. A Fremen would’ve been outraged at the sight.

“Cruel witch,” he rasped.

“What was so cruel?” she asked, trailing a finger through the inky mess on his stomach. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

He slapped her hand out of the way — but there was not so much aggression in the move as there was a certain vulnerability, like an animal slapping at his master’s hand. Feyd heaved himself upward to get out of the bed, but she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him down again.

“Where are you going?”

“To wash myself.”

“Why?” she said, her touch softening into a gentle caress across the muscles on his chest. “I like you this way…”

“Filthy woman,” he laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners.

She couldn’t help herself and smiled. Even with his frightful black teeth — which in Harkonnen culture, she had read, was supposed to be quite attractive — his boyish nature came through to show something sweet and vulnerable. What a brilliant plan it had been to give him governorship over Arrakis… After Rabban, Feyd must have appeared to the natives like a heavenly angel. She reached up and caressed his soft cheek, his hard jawline, tracing the edge of his generous lips.

“Sleep, my na-Baron,” she said, laying down beside him, holding his gaze. “You will dream of pleasant things tonight.”

“Is that a promise?” he grinned.

She knew he was making light of his nightmares, and in a way dismissing them entirely. There might come a time when they would have to address them directly — if he was serious about wanting her to serve him as his Bene Gesserit, and if she didn’t escape first — but clearly it was not tonight.

Under her soft caresses, Feyd fell asleep quite fast. She followed, slipping first into a meditation, and then into the land of dreams. And even in her sleep, the only thing she felt, and saw, and tasted, was his body.

When she woke up the next morning, she noticed she’d been moved. She was higher on the bed now, laying against the multitude of pillows, and all covered up. Feyd was sitting on the edge, getting ready.

“You were cold,” he said without even turning. His hearing was better than she thought… “And, for that matter, so was I.”

“You tucked me in?” she smiled. “How sweet of you…”

“None of that,” he said roughly, turning to level a cold stare at her. “You did a very naughty thing last night. We’re going to have to… discuss it. But not right now.”

She swallowed the knot in her throat and nodded, but deep down she was already preparing for how to turn things to her favour next. He loves pain, she told herself. That is his lever. Use it.

As he continued to get dressed, she watched him. He wasn’t very good at it — probably was used to servants helping him, and they weren’t here right now — but he knew well enough how to put his armour on. She was almost tempted to help him, but then she remembered that she was supposed to have a different purpose.

“I suppose I should get dressed as well,” she said as she slinked off the bed.

“Why is that?”

“I serve you now. I should be there with you. To advise you.”

“Advise me?” he chuckled. “What do you know of military strategy?”

More than you, she thought, but she wasn’t even sure that was completely true. It was a mystery to her, what Harkonnens taught their young.

“I know Arrakis,” she said, coming to sit beside him. They cut a striking picture, him in his black armour and her in her naked skin, both looking equally confident. “And perhaps, my lord na-Baron, you can learn more about what a Bene Gesserit can do.”

“Or what she can’t do,” he muttered. But there was already a surrender in his gaze. He had decided to bring her along, now he only had to decide how to admit it. “No talking about me,” he pointed out. “To anyone.”

“Of course.”

“And no bragging about… about —”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

He chuckled. “I’ve heard that one before. I didn’t believe it back then, either.”

She didn’t miss the strange glances the other servants gave as she passed by, close behind Feyd-Rautha. They had breakfast together in a lavish dining hall, one with a long, black table and lights suspended high above. She’d never seen this room before…

His brother, Rabban, wasn’t there, and neither was the Baron.

“Do you always eat alone, my lord?” she asked him, sitting somewhere in the centre of the table, a respectable number of seats away, while Feyd sat at the head.

“Depends on what I’m eating,” he answered with a grin. “Besides, I’m not alone today, am I?”

“No,” she smiled. “You are not.”

He didn’t speak for the rest of the meal. He ate, in fact, in a hurry, eyeing her critically every now and then, judging her for how slowly she was chewing. And when he finished, he got up without even considering her presence. He paused in the doorway as he heard her scrambling to get up and follow, and bowed his head — he was suddenly regretful. Another habit of eating alone was, perhaps, his lack of consideration for others. He’d completely forgotten her by the time he finished breakfast…

She joined at his side without complaint, happy to already be doing her service: teaching him healthy new habits. Feyd looked at her quietly for a moment, and then they left together.

The day was spent in a strategy meeting, which he started without giving the time to any of his generals to question why she was there. The sight of a Bene Gesserit among the Harkonnen must’ve been rare indeed — or even that of a woman who wasn’t a slave or a serving girl.

They spoke their jagged language, and in phrases that were blissfully short. It was easy enough for her to understand even without a full vocabulary.

“Push them to the edge,” said Feyd as he stood above the map, fiddling with a neat little blade in his hands, a shiny thing of white silver. “The worms will finish what the storms do not.”

“Yes, sir, na-Baron.”

“Search scouting parties up ahead before you send in more harvesters. And I want a map of the richest spice fields by tomorrow morning.”

“Er, yes, yes sir.”

She eyed all the proceedings in silence, and in the mist of fear and anxiety, the other men completely forgot her. Their minds were so easy to read, their emotions so clear on their faces, on their hands, in the way they held themselves… And in their centre, Feyd, speaking to them as if they were Ixian automatons without any thought or feeling.

She waited for the meeting to be over before she finally joined his side and spoke.

“That was productive.”

“Was it?” he sighed, bracing his arms against the table. The door closed with finality behind his frightened generals. “I didn’t know you spoke our language,” he noted with a cocked brow.

“I am learning,” she smiled.

“Rabban left me a complete mess. It will take months to undo it.”

“Years. And you don’t have as much time as you think.”

“Really? Well, speak plainly, now.”

She turned, leaning lightly against the table so that she could better look at him. He was less sure of himself now than he had been around his men…

“If you push the Fremen too hard, they could go south. It is out of reach for us, out of control.”

“Nothing survives out there.”

“How do you know, if nobody’s ever been there but Fremen?”

He bit his lip and frowned, but didn’t disagree. “And you would do, what?”

“Relax the attacks. Give them a false sense of security. Bait them into —”

“Into exposing themselves…”

“Exactly.”

“But these savages won’t do that. They know we’ve got superior firepower. Their strength lies in their secret tactics.”

She shrugged. “You have a point…”

“But if… if we had to approach this like a fight between a stronger man and a weaker man…” he said, thinking out loud as he began to pace.

She looked at him and said nothing, letting the ideas germinate in his head.

“It’s late, it’s hot,” he sighed. “I’ll think about it more tomorrow.”

“Yes, my lord na-Baron. You still haven’t even had lunch.”

“I’ll have dinner. We’ll have dinner.”

“Another thing though… That map you requested.”

“What about it?”

“The spice fields on Arrakis are highly changeable and depend on many variables. It can take days for someone to calculate their frequency. Less if you had a Mentat. Or a thinking machine…”

Feyd chuckled. “Worried? Since when do you care about the fate of my men?”

“I don’t care about his fate. I care about whether he provides you with false information just to save his neck.”

“Hm… I’ll see what he brings me tomorrow,” he smirked, looking pointedly at her, “and maybe have you look at it.”

She paused, already unhappy with the charge she was given. Mathematical calculations were not her strong suit, but she understood she needed to submit to Feyd’s testing if she expected to be kept around.

“Yes, my lord,” she said with a light bow.

“Now, then. Let’s eat.”

She could already tell that his habits were changing. He watched her more closely and was clearly thinking about her, considering her from every angle. Although Feyd-Rautha made no effort to hide what he was feeling, she found it hard to pinpoint just what was going through his head that evening.

She met his gaze with more confidence than she felt but allowed him to watch her openly too, letting him enjoy the moments of peace between them. He seemed to only like speaking to her when the servants left the room.

“You like to watch, don’t you?” he asked, leaning back against his tall, elegant seat.

“I believe you’ve been doing the watching, my na-Baron,” she smirked.

“No, no, you know what I mean… I mean throughout the day. Us. All of us. You’re learning our language now? You’re studying our strategies. You think, you don’t speak…” he listed, his cold eyes set on her as their meals waited untouched before them. “Until my generals have gone…”

“Of course. I would not have them think your orders can be questioned.”

“Even though you question them.”

“That’s only for you to know,” she smiled.

Feyd smiled back. He suspected her of many things — both past and future betrayals — but in that moment, he appreciated her.

“Are you trying to learn more about me, my na-Baron?”

“Why not? You’re learning about us.”

“I think you’ll find me less inscrutable. If you wish to know something, simply ask.”

Feyd nodded and turned his attention to his plate at last. He cut into the meat, he moved the garnishings around, but before he could bring it to his lips he set the fork down loudly and looked up at her again.

“Why did you do that to me last night?” he quickly asked.

“Because you liked it.”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You’re not as good at it as you think. How did you know I would like it?”

She set her knife and fork down too, and let her wrists rest upon the table. He was pulling her into something she wasn’t sure she wanted to confess, and she knew she couldn’t get him to forget it without using those Bene Gesserit tricks he hated so much. Perhaps there was a way to still turn this around in her favour…

“I merely recognised what I knew so well,” she answered quietly, her voice floating through the penumbra toward him.

“And where did you recognise it from?”

“From myself.”

Feyd leaned back again, his lips pulled into a grin. There was doubt in his eyes, but the rest of him seemed so intrigued, so glad about this new development, that she could almost guess what he was going to say next.

He’ll want to see it, she thought. He’ll want to see me like that. Exposed. Vulnerable before him.

“Show me,” he said, confirming everything.

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houserautha · 6 months ago

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These Destined Ends

Part Thirteen

Summary: Jessica fulfilled the wishes of the Bene Gesserits to produce a daughter. You’re now burdened with the task of not only marrying the na-Baron, but also bearing his child — the Kwisatz Haderach. Will you take your fate into your own hands? Or will it always belong to those who control you?

Pairings: Feyd-Rautha x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: poorly timed erections, humiliation kink, cockwarming, you spit in his mouth, unprotected sex, unnecessary angst

Summary: I’m not super happy with this chapter. I wanted to go into detail with the Gom Jabbar scene but I couldn’t get any words out😂 so I skipped ahead to the smut part I wanted to write. Big things happening next chapter👀

The doors to the study burst open.

You look up from your spot nearby. Patience was not your strong suit, and you had grown bored while waiting for the Reverend Mother to administer the Gom Jabbar. Confusion flickers through you as you quickly assess the Reverend Mother's hastened steps.

"How did it go?" You ask, craning your neck to see into the study. Though you hardly thought Feyd would actually succumb to the test, it still worried you, and you feared you would see his body slumped on the floor.

"Never in my life," the Reverend Mother mutters. She stops in front of you. "The na-Baron is human, it seems, but not a man. Not like any that I've ever known."

You blink stupidly, her form retreating before you can even inquire about what she meant. She had been insistent that you weren't in the room with them and clearly she did not want to recall what you missed. She didn't even adhere to her usual courtesies of formal manners, scurrying away without even a backward glance.

Curiosity grows like a vine, winding up around you and inspiring you to creep into the study, unsure about what to expect. "Feyd?"

Your gaze sweeps the room. There's no jumble of limbs to suggest that he perished under the Gom Jabbar, which alleviates your fears slightly.

Finally you spot him, reclined in one of the plush chairs that had been pushed aside to make room for the assessment. Afternoon shadows cast him in a strange light, mostly hidden except for the faintest outline of his body.

"Feyd? What is she talking about?" You cross the room to him.

"That witch's test had...unexpected results."

"But you passed it?"

"Would I be here if I didn't?" He asks.

"No." You allow your eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, so different from outside of the study where you had waited. "What —?"

The words die in your throat.

Feyd sits, infuriatingly regal, in the chair, legs spread wide and arms draped on either side of the curved back. You notice for the first time his very obvious erection, straining against his pants and sufficiently flushing you with a perverse mixture of desire and shame.

"Feyd-Rautha," you gasp out, baffled.

"She thought she could deter me with pain, but clearly she is not as intelligent as she believes."

You hiss back, "You are abhorrent."

"Perhaps." He inclines his chin. "Show me."

His words pull behind your navel, the familiar tugging answer to his call. An image of Feyd, poison needle to his neck, deriving pleasure from the box entrapping his hand, flashes through your mind. No wonder the Reverend Mother was so horrified. It brings the slightest of grins to your face, and a subsequent wave of affection for the twisted, beautiful man before you.

"Show you what?" You ask coyly.

His voice is silk, red wine, life's greatest pleasures gliding over your skin. "Just how abhorrent you find me."

You close the space between you. Feyd keeps his gaze trained on you as you insert yourself between his legs, leaning down to work the fasten of his pants. Cock liberated, it springs up, red and pulsing. It invokes a low, savage growl from him when you pointedly ignore his hardened length in favor of your own wanton needs, gathering your skirts in one hand while dipping the other down to your cunt. His cock twitches in response.

"So abhorrent that I don't know if you deserve this pussy," you murmur to him. "You disgust me. Why would I even want to fuck you?"

Feyd's jaw clenches and he wraps his fist at the base of his cock. "Shit."

Emboldened, you keep the steady rhythm of your own self-pleasure, sneering at your husband.

"People have perished under the Gom Jabbar and yet it arouses you, the unspeakable pain enticing your cock. You should be ashamed of yourself." Feyd gasps out, stroking himself. There's a dark intensity in his eyes. You realize that he craves this from you, needs to hear you flay him with your tongue. "Look how hard you are. You're pathetic."

His head rolls back, exposing the pale column of his throat. Your fingers hitch and you inhale at the sight of him like this. Wound tight with want, you remove your hand and climb into his lap. Feyd is only too eager to accommodate you, pushing his hips up in an effort to drive his cock into you, hands grabbing for your waist.

"Don't touch me," you snarl at him, swatting him away. Feyd whimpers. "You think I want your hands on me after what you did?"

A keening sound splits the room as you slip the swollen head of his cock between your folds, a display of his frustration — you keep still, refusing to provide the friction that he is so desperate for. He fills you thoroughly, stretching you until you feel you might burst, and you have to fight the urge to roll your hips against his.

"Don't do this," he snarls at you.

"What? Punish you? You practically asked for it, dear husband."

You sit on his cock, unmoving. He stares back at you with contempt, fingers digging into the arms of the chair. When he looks at you like this, like you are some unobtainable treasure, you might as well be seated on a throne. And, you suppose, it is an honor to have him buried to the hilt in your cunt, this man who has searched for pleasure in others, in violence, and now clings to you like none of it compares.

"Please," Feyd breathes out.

"Don't talk to me," you snap, shifting your hips just the slightest bit. His eyes flash. "But since you're so eager to use your mouth."

You grab hold of his jaw, squeezing tightly as you pull him closer. Despite the roughness of your grasp, it might as well be a caress, Feyd's cock flinching in response.

"Open," you instruct him, though it doesn't matter. With force, you pry apart his lips and slip your thumb inside his mouth, pressing down on his tongue and holding him in place.

It's an intoxicating experience — his hardened member resting in your cunt, his face in your hand, the pleading in his eyes as he gazes up at you. Power was addictive. You thought yourself above it, once. But all it took was the right person to hold it over.

Spittle sprays his face as you spit in his mouth.

Feyd's throat bobs. If it's possible, you swear you feel him grow harder inside you. "Close, but don't swallow," you murmur to him, revoking your thumb. Feyd obeys. At this point he's trembling with want and frustration. You remove your grip on his jaw but he keeps it lofted in the air; with more fondness than you care, you wipe the spittle from his face, the pads of your fingers swiping over the bannister of his cheekbones, his eyelids.

Finally you whisper, "You disgust me." Leaning back on your heels, you indicate for him to swallow, which he does. A smile curves your mouth. "You should be fucking grateful that I pity you. Grovel. Tell me why you deserve this."

"I don't," Feyd gasps. "I don't. I don't."

"Is that all you know how to say?" You sneer at him.

He shakes his head, desperation crossing his features. "No. I—I don't deserve you but that's..." he trails off, the words sticking in his throat like he can't quite work them out, "that's exactly why I need you."

To express your approval, you grind your hips against him. Feyd whimpers. His admission pleases you, injects you with a fervency that lifts you up on his cock and then back down. Feyd's thighs clench beneath you as you persist with the movement, steadying yourself by reaching behind him and grabbing the chair, and expletives falling from his mouth as you do.

"That's right you fucking need me," you hiss to him. You quicken your pace.

In retrospect, you should've milked the moment for all it was worth, but Feyd was already on the edge and you weren't far behind; his eyes roll back in his head as he comes, and you clamp around him, seeking your own finish. His cock softens in you. You do your best not to let any cum escape from between your thighs, vaguely grateful that its consistency is thick and doesn't normally demand much cleanup.

Smoothing the wrinkles from your dress, you ask him, "Tell me you got it."

Eyes half-lidded, Feyd gestures to the side of the chair. The Gom Jabbar rests, glinting in the dim lighting. Your gaze cuts to him.

"You didn't ask," he says, reading your mind.

"You didn't tell me it was right there?" You bark at him, bewildered. "I could've —"

The corner of his mouth twitches. "I wouldn't have let you."

You hesitate, knowing that he's right. Anger drains from you then, replaced with curiosity, and you wait for him to tuck himself back into his pants. Feyd rises to his feet.

"She didn't notice?"

"She was...distracted," Feyd says.

"And you replaced it."

"Yes."

"Good." Your gaze roams his face. "I must say I’m relieved you’re alive.”

Feyd lets out a laugh, deep and rasping. “I never thought I would hear those words from you.”

“Hopefully you don’t think less of me for it.”

“Nothing could make me think less of you,” he murmurs, then grins. “Though I might send a physician to check you for fever.”

You can’t help but laugh at this and you gently push his chest. Feyd captures your hands there, though, holding you close to him. You jest, “You’re lucky that I love you.”

Feyd’s expression shutters. Horror yawns in you, an all-consuming mouth threatening to swallow you whole. Why did you say that?

“Feyd, I —”

He takes a step away from you, dropping your hands. Even though he’s only a few inches away, a chasm might as well have opened between you. Feyd grabs the Gom Jabbar. “This needs to be taken care of.”

He brushes past you and, paralyzed with panic and disbelief, you let him.

Hours turn into days, which turn into weeks. A month. The longest glimpse you have of your husband is in passing; conveniently, a smuggler operation was uncovered the day after the Gom Jabbar, which demanded the full attention of the na-Baron. Feyd immersed himself in dismantling the enterprise. You, on the other hand, were left to the simple task of “carrying out your duty” — which, to your best understanding, meant to conceive the Kwisatz Haderach — an impossible task considering your husband refused to look at you.

You spent most of your days in your parents’ study, rifling through whatever documents were salvageable from Rabban’s raid. Most of them were meaningless to you, stocks of supplies and financial reports. But at least they kept your mind from drifting.

You’re in the study when the door opens and Feyd-Rautha steps inside, as solemn and impassive as he’s been ever since that day. Seeing him like this, so close and without distractions, pierces you like a dagger. The worst part of this whole ordeal is the fact that you missed him.

You missed his unwavering confidence, the flow of your banter, the slightest changes in his expression that only time had revealed their meaning. And, infuriatingly, you missed the sex. Missed the sear of his hands on your body, his cock in your cunt. You prayed to whoever would listen that he couldn’t see this on your face.

It definitely wouldn’t help your case after telling him that you loved him.

“The smugglers have been neutralized,” Feyd says first, breaking the silence.

You dip your chin. “I assumed they would be.”

“To celebrate this feat the Baron has requested that we host a feast with our allies, and to showcase our new rule over Arrakis.”

“Ah,” you reply. You wanted this to happen as part of your plan, but you weren’t sure what it meant now that you weren’t on speaking terms. You pause, waiting for Feyd to offer some sort of hint, but he just continues his blank stare.

Even when you first met, when you swore that he was the most wretched creature to exist, he did not treat you like this. Like you were nothing.

Courage thrums through you like a second heartbeat. “And what will your uncle, our allies, think when the na-Baron won’t even spare a glance to his wife?”

“I don’t care what they think.”

“You used to care what I thought,” you whisper back to him. Your throat works. It’s the first time you’ve uttered what you’ve been thinking. “And now you won’t even look at me, which is a punishment unlike any I’ve known.”

If it’s possible, Feyd stills even more. There’s a flicker of something behind his eyes but it’s gone before you can name it, like the glint of a fish on the surface before disappearing into the depths.

He rasps, “You don’t understand.”

“No, Feyd, I don’t understand, because you’ve been fucking avoiding me,” you growl. “So why don’t you enlighten me?”

His jaw clenches. “This isn’t the time.”

“If it’s up to you, it will never be.” You stand and cross your arms. “Just tell me. Then we can fuck until you get me pregnant and we’ll never have to speak to each other again.”

Feyd just stares evenly at you. You think that he might never speak but when he does, his voice is so low you can barely hear it. “This isn’t…this isn’t because I don’t…reciprocate…your feelings.”

He chokes out each word. Still your heart flutters traitorously.

“If what you said is true, then I am a liability to you. I am not meant for…I just wanted to give you time to think,” he finishes awkwardly. “Love is a weakness. It’s messy. It complicates things.”

“If you haven’t noticed, everything about us is complicated,” you reply, laughing bitterly. You feel your features soften. “That doesn’t change anything.”

“You’re wrong to love me, jewel.” He steps towards you, and you realize that there’s a startling vulnerability to his face, nearly childlike in its sincerity. A boy pleading for the care that he never received. “I will only hurt you.”

A wistful smile tugs at your mouth. “You’ve hurt me many times already, and yet I’m still here.”

“You’re a fool.”

“I know.” This time you’re the one to inch closer, bridging the gap between you. You can hear Feyd’s breath hitch. “Don’t hide from me. I cannot bear it.”

Feyd nods, once, almost imperceptibly. “Fine.”

You can’t help it — you reach out and straighten his collar, graze your fingers over his skin. He inhales sharply and it’s in that moment that you realize his avoidant behavior has been just as punishing for him, a matter of self-preservation.

“I will tear off your balls and use them to store my jewelry if you ever do something like that again,” you tell him. Amusement crosses his face, on the tail of his obvious relief.

“Mm, careful, I’d risk anything if it meant you would touch me.”

Part 14

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scarletwinterxx · 7 months ago

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jaemin dad scenario #2

hellooooooo ~ not sure if y'all are familiar with this audio but I saw a cute tiktok vid earlier with this audio and I wanted to write one about it. plus I've been wanting to write another dad jaemin scenario so here we are😅 hope you like it!!!

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Jaemin hears the voices from downstairs, waiting for his wife and daughter to walk in the kitchen where he's currently baking cupcakes for Heejin's school day.

"Daddy, we're home"

He turns around to face the two of you, his two girls smiling widely at him. Heejin reaches out for him, immediately getting Heejin from you to give him her after daycare cuddles and kisses

"There's my baby princess, how was daycare today? Did you have so much fun? You didn't cry?" he ask in between kisses on her face. Meanwhile you watch the adorable scene between your husband and his mini me.

"She didn't cry, her teacher told me and she got a star"

"Wah you did? Can appa see it?" he asks the little girl in his arms, Heejin holds out her hand to show the star sticker on the back of her hand

"Wow, that's great! I'll give you a cupcake since you're very good" he promises Heejin, you give him a strict look but you let it slide.

You and Jaemin are on the same page when it comes to raising your daughter. You rarely have any arguments, but there are times Jaemin folds whenever Heejin wants something. Like giving her sweets, or letting her stay up past her bedtime.

You really can't beat the dad-daughter duo, they both know how to make you say yes. One look at you with their round eyes, you're nodding your head to whatever wish they have.

"Also Heejin got something to say" you tell Jaemin, walking towards the fridge to get a drink while Jaemin sets Heejin on the counter

"What is it, baby?"

"I got a boyfwiend" her little baby voice says happily.

Immediately Jaemin's smile changes while you try to hold in the laughter. He looks over at you then back at Heejin

"You don't have a boyfriend"

The little girl frowns at her dad, "I do have my boyfwiend" she says a bit louder this time

You can't help but laugh, Jaemin looks over at you with a glare clearly not amazed with the situation but to you it's very hilarious.

"You don't have a boyfriend" he sternly says, Heejin then sobs then reaches out for you.

You step closer to give her some comfort while Jaemin stands beside you, still not done with his argument with his 4 year old daughter.

"Aw love, what's wrong? who made you cry?" you ask her, patting her hair. The Little Na looking up at you with teary eyes

"Daddy says.. daddy says i don't have boyfwiend" she says in between sobs. At this point you can't help the big smile on your face, your daughter is being so adorable right now.

"But you do have a boyfriend?" you ask her, giggling.

Jaemin playfully pinches your waist, you brush him off while you watch Heejin nod her head "You do? What's his name?"

"Ji-hun" she says with her lips cutely pouting

You laugh again, enveloping her with a hug and kissing her head. Looking over at your husband to see him with an opposite expression on his face, "Yah, they're kids. Just go with it" you whisper

"She's four, she's my babygirl" he grumbles, taking Heejin from you to hold her again

"You're not allowed to have a boyfriend until you're 50" he tells her seriously. To little Heejin, it doesn't really make any sense apart from meaning she doesn't get to be right this time which she doesn't like.

This makes her cry again but doesn't move from her father's embrace

"Boys will make you cry then I have to beat them up then dad will have boo boo's. Do you want dad to have boo boo's?"

"No" she answers, hugging Jaemin quickly. She's always been a worried baby, if she feels like either of you are in danger she gets very anxious and starts to cry. When she was a baby, she hated seeing Jaemin on his bike. She thought he was going to fall.

"Okay then don't get a boyfriend okay? Pinky promise" he holds out his pinky towards Heejin, the little girl sealing the promise

"I can't even imagine how you would be when she actually starts dating" you tease him

"Don't start with me. I'll actually fight them"

You laugh, joining in their hug. Jaemin wraps one arm around you while the other holds Heejin, both of his girls in his arms.

"And I love you for that, but one day she's going be a big girl and would fall in love just like I did. With you" you tell him, giving him a kiss on the cheek

He looks at you, his eyes full of love and adoration like they always have ever since you met. "Well then as long as she falls in love with someone who loves her the way I love you, then I guess I'll be okay. That's still a maybe though, no one deserve our baby girl"

You smile at him, kissing him again this time on the lips then giving Heejin a kiss also on her chubby cheeks "I love you more, both of you. How about we finish baking these then let's have a cuddle night the three of us?"

"Sounds like heaven to me" He agrees, kissing both you and Heejin on the head before he sets Heejin down. The little one getting her standing stool ready to help with decorating the cupcakes but you both know she's after the sprinklers

"After I put her to bed, you and I are going to have a talk" he whispers

"What did I do" you laugh "Mhm, you can laugh now. Just wait until later"

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ssivinee · 1 year ago

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✧Falling Fast✧

Huh Yunjin x Dancer! F Reader: Seo Y/n is a well-known dancer known as the “Cool Dancer with a Pretty Face,” the hype surrounding her after the dance show led to a spike in her career, choreographing for more groups or being their group’s background dancer. One of which is HYBE. What she doesn't expect is falling for Huh Yunjin in the process.

Word Count: 2k

Note: Bolded words are when they talk in English btw. This was written before even SWF 2. THAT'S HOW LONG ITS BEEN IN MY DAM DRAFTS. I needed a break from writing from the SWF girlies a lil😭. Anyways enjoy na lang kayo.

This one also doesn't have a tag list bc its my first time writing for Yunjin, BUT if you want to be added to one in the future for lesserafim or any other idol just lmk! [repeat from Seo Y/n mood board]

Character Vision Board

Quintessential was an upcoming dance crew formed only 4 months before the first season of SWF, but now, after the show, they’ve become one of the more well-known groups. Now, this didn’t come with ease. Being a 99’ liner, the youngest out of all the leaders, and being in the middle of her crew’s age group caused Y/n to feel the need to prove herself repeatedly on the show, but it clearly paid off.

Following the show, you successfully launched your very own studio, and the buzz generated around it was truly immense. With the remarkable achievements of "Q.Essence Dance Academy," it quickly became a strong contender among prominent dance studios, rivaling the likes of 1Million and JustJerk.

"Y/n unnie!~" Iseul, the youngest dancer on the team, calls out as you walk down the wide corridor. Concerned, you stop in your tracks. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Your panic intensifies as Iseul's worried cries catch your attention. You quickly inspect the girl, scanning her body for any signs of injury and even spinning her around a few times just to be thorough. "No, but I do have some news!"

Y/n cringes slightly in response to the younger dancer's high-pitched shrieks, her hand waving in the air to dismiss the sound. With a mixture of concern and impatience, she urges, "What's going on? Just tell me, please." Her eyebrows furrow as she waits for more information, her curiosity piqued by the urgency in the young dancer's voice.

"HYBE sent us an email saying they want us to be their background dancers. And they want you to help choreograph for the group!" Iseul's eyes shine excitedly as she clutches Y/n's arms and bounces up and down with joy. Y/n's face lights up, but she can't help but ask, "That's great! But which group?"

“Ah, Le Sserafim.”

Y/n felt a tremendous sense of accomplishment as she stood within the Hybe building. It had taken weeks of painstaking choreography adjustments for the 'Unforgiven' album, rigorous scrutiny by the company to ensure its quality, and her dedicated work on specific parts for the background dancers. But today marked a momentous occasion as Quintessential was about to rendezvous for their long-awaited practice session with Le Sserafim. The anticipation and excitement in the air were palpable, culminating in all the hard work and dedication that had led to this day.

In the renowned Hybe dance studio, anticipation ran high among the gathered dancers. Each of them was engrossed in refining their movement; an atmosphere of focused preparation filled the air. As they practiced, the studio door swung open, and in walked a group: the manager, the main choreographer, and the members of Le Sserafim.

"Hello," a chorus of polite bows and warm greetings fill the room as everyone acknowledges each other. The atmosphere is charged with a sense of anticipation.

"Girls, these are the dancers you'll be collaborating with for this comeback!" The introduction of the main choreographer takes everyone by surprise, and all eyes turn towards Y/n. "The choreographer of your dance is a part of this team as well, so please don't disappoint her."

Stepping forward with a confident smile, Y/n bows respectfully before the five members of Le Sserafim. "Hello, my name is Seo Y/n. Please take care of me."

"We know who you are," Eunchae, her voice tinged with excitement, responds. "We're honored to work with you," Chaewon adds, punctuating her words with a deep bow, and the rest of the girls follow suit.

The team starts to assemble, and Y/n, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, encourages them, "Now, show me what you've got." The room brims with excitement as dancers and idols prepare to merge their talents in a creative collaboration.

The past few days have been full of enjoyment for Y/n, but this was mainly due to one person.

Huh Yunjin.

At first, she found the girl’s dance impeccable, down to the detailing Yunjin paid attention to, her charisma, and her overall swag. With the time spent with all the members, she even found her personality alluring as well.

How Yunjin would suddenly burst out in English, her contagious laughter, the loud laughs and yells. Everything about her made practicing entertaining and easy for Y/n.

It was currently 10 pm and team practice was beginning to end. Everyone was already headed home while Y/n, Yunjin, and the other members were only heading out. “Chaewon unnie, can I stay for a bit? I wanna get Y/n unnie to help me with certain parts.”

“Fine, but text me when you’re coming home, and stay safe!” The leader says as they leave the room. “You need my help? You’ve been acing the choreography though? I don’t think there is anything else I can do at your amazing level.” Yunjin laughs at the girl, finding her usual comments sweet.

Yunjin noticed these things about Y/n, how she praised everyone with sincerity, helped whoever needed one on one practice, and the pretty smile she always had on her face while dancing. Yunjin not only saw Y/n’s passion for dancing in her smile but in her eyes as well. She even accommodated Yunjin’s habits and began speaking in English sometimes, which apparently she was fluent in.

This became a bit of an issue for the idol though.

Focusing during practice was on hard mode every time Y/n was within 5ft of her vicinity. There was no doubt, the dancer was as gorgeous as everyone says, and the camera of SWF or even Tiktok didn’t do her justice. Yunjin couldn’t help but stare at her throughout the several practices.

“So what do you need help with then?” Y/n began to take off her sweater which revealed the cropped tank top she wore, showing off her toned body. As per usual, Yunjin’s brain starts buffering but she keeps her composure. “The shimmy in the second verse, I don’t really know how to make it less awkward.”

“Well, let’s fix that then.” Y/n turns on the music at the part and Yunjin shows off the move multiple times in certain ways but she never got it in the way she wanted it to look. “Okay, let’s try tensing the shoulders a little more. You want more control over the shimmy so it doesn’t look too messy.” Yunjin shows the move again and changed it accordingly but the dancer still saw the stiffness.

“Yunjin, I said tense up your shoulders, not your whole body,” Y/n giggles at the girl’s face after her comment. “Unnie~ Help me~, Yunjin whines with a slight pout on her face.

"Okay, here,” Y/n suddenly stand right behind Yunjin’s body, placing her hands on the idol’s hips. “Relax the waist and hips but stiffen the legs.” Yunjin’s body begins to go stiff feeling Y/n’s warm hands on her waist. They felt strong and firmly wrapped around her. “Yunjin-ah?”

“Oh yeah, sorry.”

Yunjin does the move again with Y/n’s hands still in place and she looks much more secure in the move. Y/n lets go and tells her to do the move again without her hands as support and Yunjin nails it. “Look at you go,” Y/n tells her, smiling. “Only because of your help.”

“No not just because of me Yunjin, you’re already an amazing dancer. You just needed a little push.”

“Thanks, unnie,” Yunjin hugged the girl and Y/n felt her heart racing a little as Yunjin’s face was super close to hers.

Her eyes flicker down to Yunjin’s lips quickly, which didn’t go unnoticed. “Come on, let me drive you home. It’s getting too late for you to go alone,” Yunjin’s face began burning up as the comment was accommodated with a kiss on the cheek. “Sure, let’s go.”

"Yah, Yunjin ah! You've been spacing out a lot recently," Sakura tells the girl who blankly stared at the dance studio's mirror, feeling shocked at the sudden call out to her.

"Shit," she mumbles. "Sorry guys, there's too much on my mind right now."

"You wanna talk about it?" Chaewon looks at her worryingly but Yunjin hesitantly nods. She knew the best way to get it off her mind was to find a resolution and it would be easier with the member's input.

"So what's this about?" Kazuha asks as all of them sit down on the floor. It was currently the night before the comeback showcase and the girls were finalizing details and facial expressions. "It uh... about Y/n unnie."

"Wait did she do something to you?" Sakura intervenes, worried for the younger but this makes Yunjin go frantic. "No, no! It's just that, I think I might be catching feelings for her," she mumbles towards the end, but everyone heard loud and clear. First, the girls were silent, just looking at each other which made Yunjin nervous.

But that was followed with squeals of happiness.

"Wait this is a big deal unnie," Eunchae tells her, "Korea is progressing but I can't say it's progressing quick enough on this topic."

"Ay~, the public doesn't have to know. Privacy is key in relationships so it shouldn't matter too much," Sakura tells her, almost as if she's giving advice to all of them. "Kkura unnie is right, as long as you're happy, we'll support you in any decision you make," Chaewon says, rubbing the girl's back as support.

This gives Yunjin courage, "Okay, I know what I have to do."

The next day, everyone was backstage, getting ready for the showcase. All the girls were in their makeup chairs getting pampered up, but Yunjin couldn't hide her nervousness due to her plans.

This causes her to pace around the room from time to time, not knowing if she's making the right call. What if it ruins their friendship? What if she doesn't like me back? What if she doesn't like women?

These were all the thoughts running through her head.

"Yunjin-ah, don't worry about it too much, I'm sure she likes you too." Sakura tells the girl as she eats a snack. "True, I've seen the way Y/n unnie looks at you," Kazuha says, unknowingly calling you out.

That statement in itself makes Yunjin's head turn, almost giving herself major whiplash, "What do you mean by that?"

"Her eyes look like they have stars every time she looks at you. It's cute. It looks like they twinkle," Kazuha tells them as she takes a sip of her drink. "She stares at you a lot too, unnie," Eunchae tells them her observations.

"Really?

"Really," all of them reply.

The showcase had finally ended, and it was a massive success. Le Sserafim couldn't talk to the dancers too much because the time was too short. Everything had to be quick, from backstage to performing for the next few hours.

This didn't stop Yunijin and Y/n from interacting, though. When everyone walked out on stage, Yunjin couldn't help but notice how good Y/n looked in all back. Given that's what the dancer wore almost all the time, it never disappointed her, to say the least.

Y/n gave her a little wave before heading on, which made her even more nervous to perform, but she did terrific regardless.

"Guys, I'll be right back!" She tells the members, heading out of their waiting room, with everyone telling her, "Good luck!" She leaves with a singular rose and note in hand, but as she makes a left turn after the long hallways, she sees Y/n coming while holding something behind her and a small jewelry box in the other hand.

This makes Yunjin sulk a little, 'looks like she was gonna give that to someone.’

"Hey, unnie!" Trying to sound like her perky self. "Oh Yunjin, hey."

"Where were you heading to?" Yunjin asks the girl, heart aching a little without knowing your answer. "Actually, I was going to your team's waiting room," Y/n nervously rubs the back of her neck while Yunjin's eyes begin to sting a little, 'So she likes one of my members?'

"Well, technically I was gonna go talk to you."

Yunjin's head raises in surprise to see the girl revealing a giraffe plushie. "I wanted to give these to you, but it seems like you're a bit busy too, so I'll let you go," Y/n says disappointingly as she notices the flower and note in her hand. "Wait, unnie!"

Y/n turn around and sees Yunjin closer to her, "This is for you."

If Y/n could run in embarrassment right now, she'd probably be a mile away already. Her heart was beating too fast, and she was worried Yunjin would hear it, but the idol's heart was even louder, making Y/n smile. "I wanted to tell you I liked you for a while," the older tells her while handing over a gift, making them switch the items they held.

"I always thought dancing was the only thing that could make me happy. Turns out you do, too." Yunjin blushes harshly at her words, and she can't even hide them fast enough, which causes Y/n to giggle at her. "I've liked you for some time as well, unnie. I was too afraid to tell you cause I didn't know if you liked women. I mean, you're also very pretty, so I'm sure you had many suitors. I had to talk to my members to make sure I was pre-," before Yunjin could even continue her ranting, her lips were met with the feeling of warmth and pillows.

Eyes wide open, Yunjin couldn't even fathom the thought of you kissing her, but here she was, beginning to melt at the touch of your lips. As they pull away, Y/n hugs her as they return to the Le Sserafim waiting room. "You were rambling, dummy," The dancer tells her with a quick peck on the head, making Yunjin pout.

As Y/n laughs at the reaction, Yunjin tells her, "Can I kiss you again? Your lips tastes like strawberries." The two smile at each other.

"How about we save that when I take you out on a date?"

If Yunjin couldn't blush any harder, she thought wrong. "I can get with that."

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onyourhyuck · 1 year ago

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Popular. | N.JM | PART 4

— Prologue: “Where have you been all my life?” + “Hiding from you.”

— Summary: Revenge becomes love? Old faces become new faces? Where you enroll back to your old school where you got bullied, to get revenge on Na Jaemin but he cannot recognise you.

— Genre: Popularboy!najaemin x goodgirl!y/n. Revenge plot with romance and smut. Mention of bullying. Plot twists. Very sensitive subjects no minors. School sex(?) exhibition. Jaemin’s obsessed with y/n. Enemies to lovers (kinda)

— Notes: Popular — The Series Masterlist

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The school district seems to be under a different eye now. If you walk straight eyes we’re on a certain individual under a different spotlight than usual. Ningning saw the people stares as they whisper, some laughed and it made the absurdity feel even more intense than before.

“Oh my god is that her…?”

“No way… they look so different.”

“So much for natural beauty.”

The voices surrounding the young girl was like a black hole pulling Ningning in forcefully. What was everyone whispering about? The students were like a mirror reflecting back at the confused expression on the girl’s face.

What was with everyone today? Ningning thought it couldn’t be directed to her, right? Who in the world would laugh in her face and walk away? No one would. She’s literally terrifying to most people considering how unpredictable she can be. She saw the stares again and she glared back at them.

The girl moved away to meet up and find her good friend Chenle who has ears and eyes everywhere, she needs to know what is happening because something, something was right.

“Chenle, what is everyone gossiping about today?” She demands with her hand forward at the table and her friend gave her a little smirk.

He looks back at his phone and back at Ningning. “Did you get your nose done by any chance?” He giggles teasingly and she glares in confusion. “What?” She sits down and Chenle motions her to come over as he pats her back showing Ningning his phone.

“I mean… you were pretty cute when you were a kid. Oh especially when you shaved your head and went bald.” Chenle smirks.

Oh yeah his friend went pale the minute she saw that someone online completely anonymously posted the most private and ugly pictures of her when she was younger. Ningning feels her eyes widen as she looks around slamming Chenle’s phone down with her hand. Her friend watches the girl lose her mind and instantly it all makes sense why all the students were laughing at her!

Whoever did this was going to pay. Ningning looks at Chenle. “Stop laughing! It’s not funny. This is humiliating. Who uploaded this crap?” She snaps turning back to the account but the account was clearly fake and Ningning had no idea who would do this to her and especially, how did they get this stuff anyways?

“Holy crap… they have all my embarrassing pictures!”

She sits down holding at her hair roots practically ripping at them. She feels the anger boiling and rising in her stomach, the anxiousness and also the humiliation. No one humiliated her before, ever. And whoever must’ve done this had good reasons and good connections.

Ningning grits her teeth together. The more she scrolls down the comments the other students were making fun of her.

For once it wasn’t her bullying someone, someone was giving her a taste of her own medicine. But who in the world would even try to challenge her like this?Ningning has a feeling but she wasn’t quite sure if it was true yet or not.

The boy comes forward smiling ear to ear. “My favourite is this picture of you.” He playfully points to a picture of Ningning with clown painting on her face while she was covered in flower. She glared at the unserious boy slapping his arm and looking away from the photo. There was so many embarrassing pictures in fact they were all personal.

“Shut up.” Ningning lowly tells him.

No one should see them. No one. Ningning bites her bottom lip in anger when the sight of you walking to class comes across and she slams his phone once more on the table while she’s watching you like a deadly hawk.

There was a bad feeling about you. You must have something to do with this, surely? Ever since you came into this school Ningning’s life became upside down, as if you were meant to bring bad luck to her.

You sat in class with a huge smirk today. You feel rather happy for a specific reason, but you won’t mention anything and act like you know absolutely nothing. Playing innocent and dumb is your speciality anyways.

It’s always fun when you take a taste of sweet revenge. You would sit in your chair with your legs crossed over the other while you write your notes. Next door to your table was the boy staring at you the entire lesson like you were the lesson to him. He wasn’t listening to whatever the teacher was telling the class. He just paid attention to you.

For whatever reason you had a smirk but Jaemin didn’t question it. You seem happier than usual.

The class however was filled with tension as Ningning was watching the front with arms crossed and her hand pressed between her fingers, like usual class Ningning was scrolling through her phone on social media to see what the other people were commenting about her stupid pictures that were uploaded by a thief.

She knows you had something to do with it at least. Ningning has this feeling it’s you, because you bring bad luck to her.

“Hey, pst pst.” A voice on the side calls Ningning as they smirk throwing a paper ball at her desk. She glared at them and opens the paper only to read a teasing letter asking her about what she uses on her face to change so much.

Ningning glares and rips the paper to shreds. She doesn’t think she looks that different from her baby pictures.

But students and people in general find anything to exaggerate and make anything seem bigger than it actually is. This was all your doing and you’re proud when you hear the students tease Ningning in secret at the back. It reminds you back of your past. When you were in the same position as her with people teasing you about your appearance.

Back then you had it worse. Ningning did this to you and now you did the same back to her. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. The ideology fits this situation perfect because you reap what you sow. And the girl was bound to get a bite back from someone, you just happen to bite when she least expected it.

The students made fun of your appearance, mainly your weight back then. Let’s just say you looked way different than you do know which is why no one has recognised you. Back then you wore less fancy and pretty clothes you didn’t bother to change when no one paid an eye on you.

Until… Ningning did. She took some pleasure in verbally abusing you everyday at lunch time.

And whenever those comments got to you more people thought it was okay. The other students took it too far though. When they saw Ningning bullying you verbally with abusive words about your appearance and so on, people took it to a physical matter and whenever gym class happened back then you would’ve left with tears running down your cheek.

You’re exactly like a shadow. You are seen but you don’t move until you’re alone in your own making. And back then you were a small tampered soul.

But now you’re a dangerous person, everything is fallen into your place.

Ningning might feel like her pride was hurt, you knew that because you adjusted this to feel so humiliating the entire school sees it. With no idea to know who did it it just be eating at Ningning’s mind so much and it brings you pleasure because you finally took your revenge on her.

Now you need two more to go. Only two more. Two more and you’ll be satisfied you said to yourself with a smile at your thoughts.

Jaemin leans closer to you. “What are you smiling at so much?”

You don’t reply knowing he was going to keep chatting to you if you answer back so you continue to write in the mathematics class.

He saw you doing the number sums in such fast pace and time. Jaemin wonders if you’re a genius or if he was just useless at mathematics. Maybe the second option but nonetheless he was mildly impressed.

But what really impressed him is that you’re now ignoring him and Jaemin let’s out a soft sigh as he plays around your hair around his fingers, twirling it like a little candy twister around his fingers while his lovingly gaze was watching your soft silky hair fall in between his hands. Your hair was so smooth and soft that when it makes contact with his skin he swore it felt like cotton candy.

The more the lesson continues and the ignoring him continues he feels a bit impatient and he starts to miss finding your reactions. You really have him wrapped around your finger without trying. It’s ironic. He can’t even recognise you and he feels so attached to you already.

“While I do enjoy the silent treatment I wasn’t aware I had done anything to you?” He said to you.

Jaemin trails softly but you bring your hair out of his grasp and tuck it on the right side without saying much when you got annoyed with him playing with your hair visibly glaring at the paper at what he was doing to you.

Your eyes move to meet his now. The moment your eyes met with the contact he fell deep in your beautiful glowing iris’ pupils. “Do you take pleasure in distracting me?” You snap a little in hushed whisper as you don’t want to deal with an angry math teacher today.

He whispers nodding. “Yeah I do. I like your fullest attention and when you don’t give me your attention i feel lonely.”

“What are you a child?” You feel baffled by his words. “I prefer the term ‘Your baby,’ actually.” And your eyes roll back when he said these to you. He was such a childish guy and a red flag.

But he knew what he was doing. He was flirting with you to make sure he gets security with you and then that is why most girls fall for him and his tricks. You’re different though he knows you’re not falling which is why he keeps coming back for more. The push and pulling game was the best and he loves, loves the chase.

The boy dramatically sighs as he was lovingly gazing on you while playing around with his hand on your thigh and moving your desks a little closer so the teacher doesn’t realise that you guys were speaking beforehand. Jaemin sneakily runs his fingers down your thighs against your jeans and you feel your eyes poking holes at him, like they were reloaded guns ready to shoot him on sight. You feel so dangerous but Jaemin might be an adrenaline addict right now considering you feel so, addicting, so much better than anyone else he has met.

There’s something about you that makes Jaemin so much more alive.

“Where have you been all my life?” He whispers smirking as he gently brushed back some of your hair behind your beautiful ears. He saw you were wearing earrings on them and you squint your eyes down at him with distaste towards him.

“Hiding from you.”

Without a second thought, no hesitation you bluntly say words that tear away at his heart but even if you say such harsh mean words to him that reject him. It never once made him stop before. He just comes back for more.

“Good thing I found you, beautiful.” Jaemin smirks.

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@onyourhyuck please refer from translating copyrighting and plagiarising my work thank youu! Please reblog this fic and follow me more for my Popular masterlist!

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jake-g-lockley · 2 years ago

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Piece of You (The Mandalorian x reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

Warnings: fluff, you might fall in love with Mando if you haven’t already

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: Thank you so much for 500 followers!! Wrote this cuz I love this tin can and I kinda just wanna kiss his big, sexy stupid helmet. Also I’m sad rn but the show must go on :’)

Grogu cooed gleefully as he watched the evening light refract from the stone on your wedding ring. He was clearly fascinated by the way the light bounced around the hull of the razor crest. You smile into his wrinkly green head as he grabs your fingers, bouncing happily on your lap.

You were waiting for your husband with bated breath. He was out, bounty hunting again, something you’ve grown used to over the past few years. But today he was late, and he had promised you that he would be back at noon.

Being married to Din Djarin had its own set of hurdles that you had to learn to get past. One of the main things you still haven’t gotten through was your husband’s untimely working schedule. You certainly understood the complications of bounty hunting but the familiar anxiety hits you as you glance up to see the evening sun setting, its departure casting a golden glow over Grogu and you.

As light slowly faded, you got dinner ready for your child and not before long he was sound asleep in your arms, tiny fingers gripping your tunic. A clan of three, Din had whispered with a smile when he had proposed to you. You vowed to care for this kid as your own and you loved him very much knowing that he was just an extension of Din.

You glance outside once more for Din but no sign of him. You sigh and get up, rocking the child slightly and placing him into his cot with a little stuffed Blurrg that you made not too long ago. Just as you placed the stuffed Blurrg down with Grogu, you hear the whoosh of the front entrance and the stomp of big boots. You smile, turning to see your husband, expecting him to remove his helmet and give you his usual kiss but he just walks past you.

You blink as he removes his helmet and sets it on the dining table, trying to figure out what had just occurred. You gather your bearings and glare at him as he walks straight into the refresher without even giving you a glance.

“Di'kut,” you murmur to his retreating figure. Suddenly, you look back at his shiny helmet and an evil thought crosses your mind. You quickly grabbed your reddest lipstick and instantly got to work.

You wiped the helmet clean with a cloth before slathering lipstick on your lips. You kissed every single shiny bit of beskar until it was covered in red smooches. Giggling at your creation, you wiped your lips, setting the helmet down and you quickly walked to your sleeping quarters.

You pretended to be asleep the second you heard the shower turning off. About thirty seconds later, your ears were happy to hear a loud sigh coming from where you had left Din’s helmet. One thing you loved about your husband was that he never overtly reacted to anything and his toned down reactions made any situation funnier than it actually was.

Your lips tried to betray you by curling upwards and you felt like you were fighting with the Maker as you tried to keep it together when you heard Din’s footsteps coming towards you.

“Cyar'ika, what in the world have you done to my helmet” he sighed again.

You kept your back turned to him, still fighting the urge to giggle.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Instantly, you turn to him with a grimace on your face. There your husband was, holding his decorated helmet, a big fluffy towel wrapped around his waist and a look of slight indignation was sewn into his handsome features.

“Ah,” he said as he set the helmet on the bedside as he scanned your face.

“They don’t teach you how to treat your wife as part of your training, Mando?” you pout as he smiles down at you.

He suddenly tackles you, kissing you all over. Wet droplets scattered all over your face as the curls on top of his head shook. You squirm and laugh but Din cages you with his larger frame and you’re trapped.

“I’m sorry baby, I just really needed the shower.” he said, his damp hair soaking your linen shirt as he laid his head into your chest.

You wrap your arms around him and cling to him like your life depended on it. He noticed the pressure in how you held him and he reassuringly brought a hand up to cup your face.

“Hey, I’ll always come back to you. No matter what. I made that promise and I intend to keep my word.” He whispers as he looks up at you.

“Really?” you ask despite knowing what his answer will be.

“Of course.” He said, nuzzling back into your chest.

After a few beats of comfortable silence, you smile.

“You'll have to wear that to work tomorrow.” you said, pettiness lacing your voice. “No buts.”

“Hey-“

“It's just a piece of me with you, you know, for a while until it fades away.” you say, truth edging your voice on.

“I already have a piece of you with me, cyar'ika.” He says, holding your hand and placing it onto his chest, right above where his heart beats. “This here belongs to you, and only you.”

You and him stayed like that for a while, you feeling the weight of his hand against yours and the soft thump of his heart, playing a melody that would only be music to your very own soul. Your other hand finds its way up to cup his jaw, his scraggly beard soft and fluffy under your touch.

You stared lovingly at the man before you. You thought about the first time you saw him without the beskar and the usual combat gear, how he surrendered it all for you, showing his vulnerability in the purest form he could find.

Nevertheless, you had the right to be mad.

“That’s cute, sugar curls, you’re not getting away with this, not even your sweet words can save you now, Mando.” you said, patting his chest.

A dark look passed his eyes, one that would usually be masked by the helmet. You most definitely caught the look and you shrank back slightly, wondering whether you had taken it too far.

“I was just joking, I’ll go clean it-” Din silenced you with a hand to your mouth.

“You wanna show everyone that I’m yours, huh?” He leaned down and whispered in your ear.

You nod, unable to find any coherent words in your brain to comprehend the pressure of his hand on your mouth.

“Only for you then, cyar'ika.” he breathes, kissing the shell of your ear.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“I’m not even going to ask about your beskar decorations today, Mando.” Cara chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. “But if I had to pick out a wild guess, I’m gonna go with angry wife?”

Din nodded and smiled at the thought of your mischiefs. Cara patted his shoulder understandingly as several giggles erupted from the other end of the canteen.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Translations:

Di'kut: idiot

Cyar'ika: sweetheart

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twig-tea · 11 months ago

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10[ish] BL Boys People I Want Carnally

Tagged by @bengiyo who knows I am bad at short lists but also went over 10 on his own list, so everyone should just...not count as you scroll lol. Also warning that in the spirit of this tag game I am probably thirstier here than I've ever been on this site so if that isn't your jam, just scroll along!

BL characters who I absolutely Would, if given a chance (no homewrecking, we're playing by the rules of no-strings-no-relationship-just-getting-wrecked).

Mawin (Ingredients the Series)

Is it cheating to choose a character who basically is Jeff Satur? Maybe. But he's a musician with strong hands and emo hair and I am weak.

Dr. Jedi (Oxygen the Series)

I know we all blocked the doctor subplot from our minds. But this man was quiet, caring, and thirsting for years, he's got some pent-up aggression to get out and I volunteer as tribute. Also he's both extremely competent and a sad boi, two qualities I find very attractive. And that spiky hair is begging to be pulled.

Choi Yu Na (Semantic Error)

While the boys were running around being their messy selves, Yu Na was being a calm, competent, bisexual queen. The embodiment of "do I want to do her or be her", but in this case the answer is definitely both. Guh. I legitimately can't sentence when she's on the screen.

Gumpa (Not Me the series)

This show is of course filled with attractive men. But only one of them has built a found family and resistance group in his garage and was the only one who knew White wasn't Black, and look we've already established that competence is a kink of mine.

Namo (Not Me the series)

Ok but also Namo was smart enough to Not Get Involved, and she was artistic, and also gave off a kind of sad boi energy, and goddd her style in this. She wouldn't even need to do anything except let me worship her, I would do all the work.

Naruse Ryu (Ossan's Love: In the Sky)

Controversial but NGL one of the troubles I had with this AU S2 was that Naruse was so attractive I just wanted him to get laid and be happy. He's a competent, beautiful, confident, slightly bratty sad boi who isn't afraid to put you where he wants you; we could have fun.

YoonWon (The Eighth Sense)

This woman holds together the whole swim club, casually drinks everyone under the table, and gets her man, all while taking absolutely nothing seriously for most of the show. She can get me first.

Tua Phee (Dear Doctor, I'm Coming For Soul)

Tall, brooding, competent, caring, sad boi....clearly I have a type. Plus, he literally disappears, guaranteeing no complications.

In (180 Degrees Longitude)

OK YES I SEE A THEME [Note: Wang could also get it but I don't know if I could match his energy. In, on the other hand, this man looks like he jackhammers until you're done and then stares at a wall].

Yamato Kumai (Restart Tadaima no Ato De)

Please, no wonder Mitsuomi saw him and immediately latched on like a limpet. He's just the right amount of listless that he'd be down for whatever, but not enough that he wouldn't get into it.

Maya (Laws of Attraction)

The choice between Rose and Maya was EXCRUCIATING but while both could step on me, Maya would also let me step on them and I am nothing if not verse. Also the tattoos! And again do I need to repeat: Musicians have strong fingers.

Sunny (Our Dating Sim)

Extremely queer-coded, quiet, competent, tall, sad boi energy, would definitely tell me what she wants and expect that I meet her standards.

Kim (Diary of Tootsies)

NGL I love Natty in this show but she got elbowed out of the way by this man. We know from the show he has game, and we've already established I'm here for verse behaviour. Let's all ignore that he also has floppy hair.

Jay (Discipline Z: Vampire)

This was a close call with Ji Han (tall, floppy dark hair, sad boi, competent, we all know the drill by now) but in my heart of hearts honesty, when I think of Jay in her giant boots and her hacking skills I drool a little.

Daisy (Secret Crush on You)

I admit I don't usually prefer the 'innocence ready to be moulded' as a thing, but Daisy walks that confident/lack of confidence line so well that I think once they were comfortable we'd have fun and they could use me for practice all they want. [This is one in particular where I would 100% be down for a threesome. These two would not let you feel like a third wheel!]

Nawin (Laws of Attraction)

This is the man who defies all my rules and in breaking them is extremely hot. He's unhinged. He's massively entitled. He's baby. He's exactly the type to get obsessed after a one night stand. He's not particularly effective. AND YET. When he runs on screen covered in blood, wearing bloody knuckles, with a massive dorky grin on his face? Everything in me said IN ME (at least he has floppy hair, I am still predictable in one way).

ALRIGHT I'M STOPPING THERE.

tagging @wen-kexing-apologist @sorry-bonebag; @sparklyeyedhimbo; @respectthepetty; @isaksbestpillow; @slayerkitty; @wanderlust-in-my-soul

#tag game #multi bl #bl meta #not tagging shows to hide my thirst

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askyuuandco · 3 months ago

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Twisted Wonderland Incorrect Quotes 22

Idia: David.... Idia: What is that? >_> Grim: LET ME GO!!! ;A; Ferryman 1: It's a Dire beast like you asked! This smaller weaker one was easy pickings. :D Idia: Harry I need you to think very clearly. Idia: Was there a taller with it? >n> Ferryman 2: Wellllll yeah....but it was just a female. :D Idia: JUST A FEMALE?!?!? :') -----their alarm system goes off--- Idia: THINK GUYS! THINK! Idia: Waaaay back to abduction one o'f'ing one! Twisted Wonderland Does NOT just have females, they haaave...

Ferrymen: Uhhh...Mothers? Ferrymen:....Oooohhhhh..... Ferrymen: Oh no.... O_O'//// Idia: Yeah ooohhh no. You just stole a dire beast mother's child Boys. Congratulations. >_>

Ferrymen: W-What do we do?! Idia: We pray David & Harry. Ferrymen; P-Pray? But I Thought there was no G- Dire Beast! Y/N: WHERE'S MY BABY!!! D:<

Grim: Y/N!!! :'D

Ferrymen: Oh Dear God In Heaven, Hallowed be thy na- Dire Beast! Y/N: *Grabs one of them by the neck* Ferrymen: AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!! \;A;/

--------------------------------------------------------------- Crewel: Wanna try wasabi? <:) Child!Y/N: No. :< Crewel: do you wanna try it? Child! Y/N: No. :< Crewel: okay UvU *goes back to eating his sushi* Child!Y/N: Wa sa bi. :< Crewel: Do you wanna try it? Crewel: *takes a tiny slab of it* Smell it first <X> Child! Y/N: *takes a tiny bit* ..... *taste it* .... Child! Y/N: *heart broken and feels pain* Help. <:'( Crewel: *trying his darndest not to laugh* ------------------------------------------------------------------- Ace: We thought you were dead?! Zombie! Yuu: No I was down here having a nap. >n> Zombie! Yuu: WTF is going on? Deuce: you were very still I pocked y- Zombie! Yuu: I'm a very sound sleepe-

Zombie! Yuu: SORRY- YOU THOUGHT I WAS DEAD?! D:<

Zombie! Yuu: AND INSTEAD OF CALLING FOR HELP OR GETTING AN AMBULANCE YOU GONNA DRESS UP SOMEONE AS AN OVERSIZED VERISON OF ME AND STARTED SINGING F*** SHOW TONES?!?!!? D:< Ace & Deuce: Ummm...The show must go on <:D

Zombie! Yuu: OH THIS IS BULLSH- *about to strangle the both of them* --------------------------------------------------------------- Y/N: And if your gonna call me cute then you better- D:< Any boy of your choice: ;:) Y/N: *flustered* You- Ummmmm *continues to be a flustered mess* Any Boy of your Choice: I'd better what? ;:) *pats your head* Y/N: *a blushing mess and pouting* Stawwppp >////>

------------------------------------------------------------------ Orthro: And now it's time for the moment you've been waiting for!

Orthro: 1 Orthro: 2 Orthro: 3! Orthro: Ready!? MIKU MIKU BEEEEAAAAAMMMMMMM!!!!

Everyone: *gets blinded by a bright light* AAAAHHHHH!!! OAO

#twisted wonderland #female prefect yuu #twst ocs #orthro shroud #ace trappola #deuce spade #divus crewel #idia shroud #twst grim

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natsuki-bakery · 29 days ago

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⁎˚ ఎ Danganronpa Agere ໒ ˚⁎

hey! ＼⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠)⁠／ I love your agere hcs ! If you're comfortable with it, could you make little!fuyuhiko x cg! nagito hcs ? (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

•Despite Fuyuhiko's tough, yakuza exterior, he secretly finds comfort in regressing to a child-like state. He does it as a way to cope with the immense pressure of being a yakuza heir, and Nagito is one of the few people who knows this side of him

•His regression often comes out when he’s feeling particularly overwhelmed or when he thinks about Peko’s sacrifice

•Nagito, with his intense adoration for hope, views caring for Fuyuhiko as a way to nurture the ultimate potential in him. In his usual twisted logic, he believes that by taking care of Fuyuhiko's vulnerable, child-like side, he's fostering hope within him. He’s surprisingly good at it, though, knowing when to be soft-spoken and when to provide structure

•Both Fuyuhiko and Nagito are deeply scarred by their pasts. Fuyuhiko’s loss of Peko and his yakuza responsibilities weigh heavily on him, while Nagito’s constant dance with despair and hope gives him a unique perspective. They bond over this shared trauma, and Nagito often encourages Fuyuhiko to let go of his guilt during regression, telling him that even someone like him deserves moments of peace and comfort

•Fuyuhiko is initially resistant to letting Nagito in, as his pride as a yakuza makes it difficult to show any form of weakness. However, Nagito’s unpredictability and non-judgmental nature eventually wear down his defenses. Fuyuhiko, though embarrassed, comes to trust Komaeda deeply in his little space because Nagito never treats him like he’s weak—just like he’s worthy of care

•Nagito is extremely gentle when Fuyuhiko is age regressed, which is a stark contrast to his usually erratic behavior. He loves using soft, calming words, calling Fuyuhiko "my little yakuza prince" to help Fuyuhiko accept that it’s okay to let his guard down

•Nagito also encourages Fuyuhiko to express his needs clearly, which helps Fuyuhiko feel more in control of his emotions, even when he’s feeling small

•Soft Moments : One of their favorite activities is quietly reading together. Fuyuhiko, when regressed, likes being read to but pretends he’s not enjoying it because he still wants to maintain his cool exterior. Nagito, being very observant, catches the small smile that Fuyuhiko tries to hide and continues reading in his softest voice. They would often sit by a window, rain falling outside, the atmosphere soothing and safe

•Little Fuyuhiko sometimes gets frustrated when things don't go his way or when the memories of his yakuza life sneak up on him, leading to tantrums. Nagito’s soothing, patient nature helps Fuyuhiko calm down. He uses grounding techniques, like holding Fuyuhiko’s hands or encouraging him to count backward, to help him feel more in control

•Nagito often gives Fuyuhiko small, handmade gifts when he regresses—simple things like little trinkets or paper cranes. He always phrases it as though these small gifts are "symbols of hope" even though Fuyuhiko might scoff at the idea. Deep down, though, Fuyuhiko treasures these small tokens of Nagito’s care and stores them away in a secret box he’d never admit exists

•Fuyuhiko’s little space is marked by a desire for simplicity and safety. Nagito creates a space for him where everything feels small and manageable—whether it's a cozy corner with soft pillows or a private hideaway. Fuyuhiko can escape his responsibilities and the violent expectations of his family, something that is incredibly important to him. In this safe space, he doesn’t need to be the yakuza heir—he can just be Fuyuhiko

•Fuyuhiko often reverts to some childhood habits, like clutching onto something soft (like a stuffed animal Nagito gave him) or asking for simple things, like a juice box or candy. He tries to hide it at first, but once Nagito starts stocking up on his favorite comfort items, Fuyuhiko can’t help but feel secretly grateful

•Even though Nagito has his own unpredictable emotions and chaotic thought processes, he always shows an unwavering sense of calm and control when he’s taking care of Fuyuhiko. Fuyuhiko is the only one who sees Nagito in such a stable, caring light, which is ironic given Nagito’s usual instability in front of others

•There are moments where Fuyuhiko’s little side emerges during high-stress scenarios, like trials or moments of betrayal. Nagito becomes his steady anchor during these times, keeping him grounded and helping him through. Even in such dire situations, Nagito will whisper words of reassurance, reminding Fuyuhiko that, no matter how hopeless things seem, he’s not alone !

If you're in the basic criteria , are DSMP fans, vivziep0p fans , h0tel/h3lluva b0ss fans, Owl h0use fans, St4r butterfly fans, Ghibli fans, ddlg/abdl blogs, nsfw/k!nk blogs, anti-agere blogs, or anti Christians/Christianity blogs : just dont interact !

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forsungie · 2 years ago

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THE WAY I LOVED YOU (TEASER)

pairings. actor park jisung x actress female reader

estimated word count. 3,000

genre. fluff, angst, mature content

warnings. jisung loves annoying the reader, lots of making out, thigh riding, size kink, friends with benefits (to be edited/updated)

“i’d like you to be the leading lady in the movie adaptation of my book,” yangyang said, “i really want you to be a part of this project and i think the character suits you so much, i know you will do her justice.”

and of course you accepted the project, it’s an honor to be part of your best friend’s masterpiece and you find the story really interesting after reading it. this movie is also going to be the first movie adaptation of his book and you’re very happy that he trusted you with this project. he is really an amazing writer and you’re very proud to be friends with him.

first day ng taping niyo ngayon para sa bagong movie adaptation project mo with park jisung as your leading man. you’ve actually met him a lot before through award shows and birthday parties of some of your celebrity friends, pero hindi mo pa siya nakakatrabaho that’s why this movie will be your first project together. nameet mo rin siya nung script reading niyo with the other casts, but you didn’t interact much with him that time, bali nag uusap lang kayo kapag nag babatuhan ng linya. halos lahat ng casts sa movie na ito ay first time mo makakatrabaho and you’re hoping for the best.

“nako, ma’am!” napailing na lang ang driver mo nang tumirik ang kotse.

“what happened, kuya?” tanong mo nang icheck nito ang sasakyan.

“tumirik, ma’am. dadalhin ko na lang sa pinakamalapit na talyer, pwede po bang sumakay na lang muna kayo—” naputol ang sasabihin ng driver mo nang may biglang magsalita.

sa kamalas-malasan mo nga naman, kung kailan papunta ka na sa taping niyo on the first day of shooting ay saka ka pa natirikan ng sasakyan?!

“sumabay ka na sakin,” it was no other than your co-actor, park jisung.

“ayun, ma’am, sakto! sir, pakiingatan na lang po itong si ma’am. ako na po bahala dito, ma’am, mauna na po kayo at baka malate pa kayo ni sir. salamat, sir, ingat po!” ngiti sa inyo ng driver mo.

“sige po, kuya,” jisung smiled and nodded, “what? sakay na,” baling naman nito sayo.

you had no choice, but to hop in dahil malelate at maistress ka lang kung mag cocommute ka pa. alam mo naman ang transportasyon at ang init dito sa pilipinas, papasok ka pa lang ng trabaho parang pauwi ka na. after contemplating for a second, naupo ka na sa backseat ng kotse— hindi naman dahil sa uncomfortable kang katabi siya, it’s just that you’re not close yet so..

“ginawa pa kong driver niya,” jisung murmured, watching you sit at the back.

“may sinasabi ka ba?” you asked when you heard him saying something you didn’t hear clearly.

jisung chuckled and shook his head, “huh? wala ah.”

ilang minutong tahimik ang biyahe at natigil lang iyon nang basagin ito ni jisung, “have you eaten breakfast? may bibilhin ako sa starbucks, isasabay ko na kung may gusto kang ipabili.”

“my treat,” he added.

you shook your head and smiled at him, “i’m good, thanks.”

jisung nodded, but he still ended up buying you an iced coffee and sandwich just in case you have not eaten yet, he asked the staff for a recommendation, which is why he got the latte for you, while he got himself an iced americano.

nang makarating kayo sa lugar kung saan kayo mag sh-shoot ng unang scene ay nakatulog ka and jisung has no clue on how to wake you up. you must be really tired from taping, he thought to himself while staring at your sleeping state.

“y/n.. we’re here,” gising niya sayo while lightly tapping your arms, “y/n, hey, gising na.”

agad ka namang nagising nang marealize na nakatulog ka sa biyahe, “i’m sorry,” sambit mo at saka pinunasan ang pisngi.

he smiled, “it’s okay.”

“thank you ulit,” sabi mo nang parehas kayong makalabas ng sasakyan.

tango at tipid na ngiti lang ang isinagot ni jisung habang pinaglalaruan nito sa kamay ng susi ng kotse. you immediately rolled your eyes when you saw yangyang grinning watching the both of you walk.

“bakit sabay kayo dumating, ha? ikaw ah,” he asked in a teasing voice.

you rolled your eyes, “nasiraan ako ng kotse tapos nadaanan niya kami ni kuya kaya sinabay niya na ko, kung anu-ano na naman iniisip mo.”

“okay, sabi mo e,” yangyang chuckled at your defensiveness.

“doon ka na nga, hinahanap ka daw doon! doon ka na, shoo!” you pushed him lightly.

yangyang laughed at your words, “enjoy your breakfast!”

jisung went to his shared tent with a co-actor and started getting ready for the taping, reviewing his script while his make-up artist were doing his make-up. he froze while reading the script when a spark of memory flashed through his mind. that’s why her perfume smells familiar to me, he thought to himself.

“jisung, ready ka na? we’ll start in a few,” yangyang suddenly asked.

jisung didn’t even notice that his make-up artist had finished doing his make-up because his mind was preoccupied thinking about you, “huh? uh— yes, ready na, susunod na ko.”

#park jisung smut #park jisung fic #park jisung angst #park jisung fluff #nct dream smut #nct dream fic #nct dream angst #nct dream fluff #park jisung imagine #nct dream imagine

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pearl-blue-musings · 1 year ago

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College Nanami and you being rivals to lovers bc both of you tried to outdo each other in class like dorks (I say that lovingly) and get stuck at a frat party thanks to Gojo. A couple of drinks in and yall play spin the bottle like you're back in high school again. Gojo very subtly uses his cursed energy to spin the bottle just a little bit further and make sure it lands on you and Nanami. A good smooch and then after the party, you're on top of him in his dorm as he moans your name.

-🌸

Listen……

Nanami is already upset he has to be at this party, let alone in this childish game where you’re nearby. He wants to deny that he saw Gojo’s eyes shift in brightness when he spun the bottle that so happened to land on you. When you did the quick peck, you couldn’t deny the intimate and immediate chemistry, like a bolt of electricity jolted through the two of you. You felt your cheeks flare up as you sat back down, suddenly losing the ability to talk and think clearly. So you get up and excuse yourself for some air.

You’re completely unaware of the man following you as you maneuver through the backyard. The struggle to find some solace in your own space was made clear by the hand on your shoulder just as you found somewhere alone. You turn around and suddenly the world seems small and the party is no longer happening. You can’t look him in the eye, he’s your rival after all! He’s not allowed to be as sexy and strong and smart as he is, it’s making your heart hammer in your chest. You’re taken from your thoughts when Nanami’s hand cups your chin and forces you to look up at him.

His breath is warm and the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of whiskey has you licking your lips. “Why did you walk away?”

“I,” your mouth runs dry as the words your want to say are stuck in your throat. “I didn’t wanna keep playing. It’s a childish game.” You hear him humph at your excuse and he lets your chin go. He then motions to cross his arms.

With a roll of his eyes, he takes a step back to stand indignantly. “Or it’s because it’s a game you can’t win. I made you weak, and you’d rather walk away than show anyone,” his voice breathy and deep as he lowers himself closer to you, “your academic rival bested you in a simple party game.”

You pout and cross your arms, mirroring his stance. You scoff out, “that’s not true! Watch, I’ll go back in there, spin the bottle, and kiss someone way better than you kissed me!” You start to walk away but a strong arm stops you, turning you around and cornering you, your back on the fence.

“You’re not allowed to kiss anyone else.”

You roll your eyes but your heart is beating out of control. “And why not? You don’t own me, I can do whatever I want.”

You feel him move closer to your face, his sharp eyes switching between yours and your lips. You feel your eyes lidding over and your breath coming out in short pants. His lips are so close to yours, you can almost taste those lips you recently kissed. “Because,” he practically whispers, “they don’t get you like I get you.” Nanami finally closes the gap and captures your lips in a kiss that has been building up for months. You easily fall into it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as his hands fall to your waist. You both moan and groan into the sloppy kiss, your hands moving to his head and tugging at his soft blond tufts. Nanami slips a hand under your thigh, his touch possessive yet fleeting as he presses his pelvis into yours.

You break away when a soft whimper escapes your lips, the both of you breathing in each others air. Nanami is the first to break the silence with a soft kiss to your cheek. “I live five minutes from here. This party isn’t our scene anyways.” You easily nod and take his hand as he sneaks you out of the backyard to his apartment, where you two found out how much pent up frustration the two of you were hiding for each other. You didn’t quite mind riding him and having him dig his fingers into your hips as he moaned your name like a symphony.

The sun shining through the curtains gently stirs you awake the next morning. You feel the soreness in your muscles but also a comfortable warm ness as you lift your head. You’re met with soft golden honey eyes and an even softer smile of your rival, can you even call him that? His hand continues to rub on your bare hip as he leans down to kiss your lips. “Good morning, beautiful.”

You giggle and come ready with the snarkiness. “Beautiful? Are you trying to one up me after I rode you into submission?”

He gently slaps your ass causing you to yelp out. With sleep evident in his voice, he responds in kind. “Hardly, I would say it’s pretty even considering your voice is as hoarse as mine. Plus, you’re handsy when you’re close, I might need some cream for how much you scratched me up.” The two of you continue to laugh and bicker, cuddling together as if it’s one of the most normal things in the world. The two of you are shaken from the calm when Nanami’s phone rings. He picks it up and almost throws his phone. “It’s a FaceTime from Gojo, might as well pick up.”

You hum in accordance and lay your head back on his chest. You hear the chime of him answering the call and almost laugh at his frustrated expression.

“Nanami! You left the party too soon, did you finally do it?”

“That’s why you called me?” Nanami briefly looks down at you and sees that you’ve gone back to sleep. “I’ve got to go, call me when I’m more awake. I don’t want her to wake up.”

“Wait wake up who?! Don’t hang up on-!”

a whoops got carried away

#elle’s musical moots #🌸 anon #Nanami thirsting hours #nanami x reader #nanami kento #nanamin #nanami x fem!reader #this was unexpected

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scarlet--wiccan · 1 month ago

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I read an article (https://www.marvel.com/articles/tv-shows/agatha-all-along-costume-designer-daniel-selon-interview) about the costumes in AAA bc I wanted to see how they’d address Lilia’s look (clearly being inspired by her comic background they erased). Basically just said they used “tarot influences”

But I’m curious about the Jennifer stuff. “A rose quartz crystal sits at Jennifer’s neck, and the chain imagery of her necklace hints at her status as a bound witch, unable to use magic.” Is that at all based on the comics, or did they decide to make her a “bound witch” for the show? It seems like a. Pointed decision to add this as a story element when they’re reimagining her as a black woman. Maybe it’s handled in a more respectful way than it reads to me, but I don’t have a high opinion of this show’s treatment of race for obvious reasons

As far as I'm aware, every single thing about Jennifer's character, powers, and backstory on Agatha is completely made up and original to the show. She has not a single thing in common with the source material. That's the case for most, if not all of the characters on this show, but at least with Agatha, Lilia, and Alice, you can see how they got from point A to point B-- Agatha's backstory is based around the Salem witch trials; Alice inherited her powers from her dead mom, and while Lilia is also totally different from the comics, it's not hard to imagine how they arrived at using the name of this very stereotypical "gypsy queen" character for the resident fortuneteller.

In the TV show, Jennifer, like Agatha and Lilia, is a centuries old witch who specializes in potions. She's a Black woman and a generational rootworker with a background in midwifery. The man who bound her powers was apparently a white doctor from Boston--someone in the modern medical field who considered Jen to be an "inconvenience," which I assume is meant to be read through a racial lens.

In the comics, Jennifer is a introduced as a contemporary white teenager whose family belongs to a cult founded by an ancient Atlantean sorceress named Zhered Na. She learns magic from the ghost of one of Zhered Na's followers and most of her adventures involve the Man-Thing and an interdimensional swamp portal in the Florida Everglades. Her costume-- a set of silver armor and a pointed headdress similar to Wanda's-- is supposed to be garb of an Atlantean priestess.

So, as you can see, these characters have nothing in common, and I don't know how or why they chose to use Jennifer's name. I like Zamata a lot, and I think the character she's playing is quite interesting, I just can't tell what the inspiration was.

#jennifer kale

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sparkles-oflight · 4 months ago

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Polaroid Photos - Part 1

Master Post | Chapter 2

Hi everyone! This took a long time to make :V

As you can imagine, I had to do a lot of research for this. A lot of it is fictional, but a lot of it is true! I'll leave a list on the final notes with my sources, though I couldn't remember where some of the things were from.

I got help from a lot of people on Tumblr to find them and I'd like to thank them!

Btw, I wrote this before *vaguely gestures at Bakery* that whole situation happened

(kinda wish I had written more bakery now):

As I'm writing this, I haven't written chapter 3… yet.

But I've been wanting to get this out since FOREVEEEER.

Hope you enjoy it.

The year was 2000... The Guštins’ household had their first child: a boy born from the love of a Dutch woman and a Slovenian man. His name is Kris. He’s a couple of months old, but now that he finally can sleep through a full night his mom decided to meet up with a friend, leaving the “two men of the house” – as she called them – alone.

Yet, Kris had never slept without his mom, so he was irritated, whining in hopes she would show up to sing him his usual lullaby song.

Guštin wasn’t sure of what to do since Kris seemed to hate every time his dad tried to sing the song in his mom’s place, almost as if he was mocking his poor attempt at singing in Dutch.

He got closer to Kris to get him the pacifier.

- Ugh, why are babies so ugly? – he sighed as he finally gave the object to his son which seemed to do the trick to calm him down – See, you are much cuter like that.

Guštin put his hands on his forehead and massaged it.

- I need to tell your mama we can’t be alone anymore because you clearly have a bias for her voice. And I’m a singer!

He looked down to see his son staring at him with beautiful calm blue eyes. Then he noticed Kris was moving around with his fingers almost as if he was playing the guitar, which reminded him that his son had not yet seen a guitar – he hasn’t played at home lately after all.

- Wait a minute, okay? – he smiled and kissed his son on the forehead.

Guštin rushed down the stairs and returned to the room with his acoustic guitar.

- Kris, this is a guitar. You’ll love it. – he sat next to him – Well, at least your mom did, you know? One day, I told her “Chantal, there’s something very important I need to tell you”, and you know how your mother is, right? She said, “Miha, I’m busy at the moment we can talk later”.

Miha tried to imitate his wife’s accent which made Kris chuckle a little at his father’s nonsense.

- But, Kris, when you have such big love for a woman, you just can’t hold it back. You’ll understand when you grow up. – he cleared his throat – So... I dedicated her a song. She didn’t speak Slovene at the time, of course, but it was the language I was able to express myself in rather than explain my feelings. And I gave her a sheet with the translation anyway. – he smiled nervously.

He looked a bit at the wall and tapped his fingers on the guitar before starting to play it.

- Mlin na veter me bo gnou. – “Windmill will push me.” - Da ne bom nikol' pristou – “So I never land.”

The melody at the start was very “repetitive”, almost as if raw, which was easier for Kris to get his head around the song.

- Glih zdej plavam čez oblak – “Right now I'm swimming across the clouds” - In me reže težek zrak. – “And the sharp wind is cutting me”.

Miha singing this song is no problem – usually. Now, singing it after telling a bit of his love story to his son? That’s wild.

- Al bo sonce, al bo sneg – “Let it be sun or snow” - Mene grab nervozn smeh. “I'm laughing nervously”.

It’s insane to him that he actually married the woman he loved so much, and that she came to his small country for him, and that they both have a child together!

- Rad bi ujel le njeno dlan – “I just wanna catch her hand” - Da ne odplavam predaleč stran... – “So, I don't swim too far” ...

The melody suddenly changed, and Kris’ eyes dilated as he felt chills across his body – even as a baby he felt connected to his father’s voice and emotions.

- Dnevi niso rok'n'roll – “Days aren't Rock n' Roll”- Ampak vedno tisji mol - “But a quietly descending minor”.

Miha looked at his son who looked delighted to hear his father for the first time and he couldn’t help but grin at him.

- Oči mi grize mrzu led – “Frost is biting my eyes” - Samo jaz vidim njeno sled. – “Only I can see her trail”.

As he sang, eventually, Kris fell asleep and that is still one of the memories Miha holds close to him to this day.

He remembers Kris’ childhood probably better than Maks’ and Maja’s because he was a bit hard to deal with. He remembers Kris coming home pissed for not being able to color inside lines at the kindergarten and start tearing up out of frustration. He remembers the day Kris told him and his mom he preferred Slovene food over Dutch food – a very happy day for Miha – and he particularly remembers Kris being upset after a summer vacation.

Miha and Chantal took Kris and Maks to a summer colony with their friends and the day they returned he asked his sons if they wanted to do it again, Maks mumbled “sure, whatever” while Kris started desperately sobbing because he wanted to live nearby the sea instead.

Both parents tried to find ways to make their son meet the sea more often to entertain him... But Kris made Miha worried. Maybe because he was the oldest, but he was worried because he didn’t seem to have a passion. Sure, he was playing football sometimes, but he never shared any interest in making a career out of it – nor did he have the skills from what Miha had seen. He also never picked up on the guitar even when his dad gifted him one. In fact, Kris looked annoyed at the gift, coldly even.

One day, however, Kris made a very big decision after school, when Miha was absent.

- Welcome home, Kris – Chantal told him as he entered the house.

- Hi, mama.

- Why do you look so gloomy? – she said, tucking his hair behind his ear – Did something happen?

- Mama, I want to cut my hair. – he declared.

She stopped moving her hand when he said that. He had beautiful long and straight hair, and she felt her heart tighten as he said that.

- What? Why?

He took off his shoes, put his jacket on the coat hanger, and dropped his backpack on the floor.

- I’m tired of being called a girl!

- Kris... you know your hair has nothing to do with who you are.

- I know that! You and Dad already told me about it!

- Then why do you want to cut your beautiful hair?

- What if I don’t want to have this hair?

- Then we can cut it, but remember, I’ll only help you with that if that is really what you want to do.

Kris took a deep breath and his flustered skin seemed to cool off for a bit.

- It is what I want to do. – he said confidently.

- Promise? – she smiled at him.

- Promise.

Chantal hugged him strongly.

Later, she told Miha about Kris’ decision which made him proud. Sure, you shouldn’t change just because someone told you something mean, but the fact Kris got the courage to declare something he wanted to do with himself seemed like progress to Miha.

One time, neither Miha nor Chantal could take Maja to dance practice and asked Kris to do it since they lived nearby after all. He didn’t seem so happy about taking his little sister there, but alas.

- Ugh, and where do I put this? – Kris sighed while waving around her bag.

Maja still couldn’t carry around her bag on her own and there was no way Kris was taking it to the girl's locker room. He would rather not be wanted for harassing children at the age of 14, thanks.

- You can... leave it with Ema.

- Ema, Ema... You are always talking about this Ema girl, who’s she? An old hag?

- Our teacher! Well, sometimes... Marija! – Maja yelled for another girl her age who walked in.

They both started talking so fast and with such squeaking voices that Kris could not keep up with the conversation.

Eventually, a girl around his age walked in.

- Marija, calm down! – she smiled.

This girl seemed like another older sibling trying to keep her sister calm, though she seemed calmer than Kris.

She’s tall, but not taller than Kris, she has blonde hair and green eyes, and Kris’ lips can’t help but form a smile since, to him, she looked so beautiful. In her voice, he also noticed a strong accent which he couldn’t exactly pinpoint where it came from.

- They can be annoying like that sometimes. Always talking kids’ stuff and... you know. – he put his hands on his hips.

- Yeah. Are you Maja’s brother? I’ve heard about you.

- Good or Bad things?

- Depends on what you consider good. – she smiled – Do you also do gymnastics?

- Nah, I can’t bear this actually, not really my thing.

- Oh really? I thought you’d enjoy something like gymnastics... like floor gymnastics. Though I guess men’s gymnastics doesn’t really have music.

- What? – Kris looked confused – What does that have to do with me?

- I mean, you are part of a family of musicians, aren’t you?

That struck a nerve in Kris’ head. He actually doesn’t get the hype around his family, and he doesn’t get his father’s love for the guitar and singing. He had one of his own and he probably only touched it once, if even that, since he got it.

- Oh God, we are late, Maja, Marija! – she said.

- Oh, sorry. – Kris gave her the bag as he snapped back in, he then noticed the girl was carrying around two bags – Ugh, nice talking with you.

- Nice to talk to you too, Maks.

- I’m Kris actually.

- Oh! Sorry, got the brothers wrong! – she smiled at him.

- What’s your name?

- Ema. See you around!

The three of them ran inside and Kris was left there slightly flustered.

“See you around”, she said. Kris would remember that. Kris would make sure to take Maja to practice as much as he could. He learned Ema was a year older than him and she came from Vrhnika to Ljubljana twice a week for practice and sometimes on the weekends to visit her relatives, and she was not Maja’s teacher, she just assisted the class sometimes.

With Ema, Kris developed a friendship and also a slight crush on her, though he didn’t act upon it... for a while at least. And while Kris loved spending time with Ema, he realized he didn’t have a passion like she had for gymnastics. What was he going to dedicate his life to?

Eventually, he decided to join the school’s newspaper. Becoming a journalist would probably help him with his grades, who knows? He only knew he was tired of having his Slovene teacher on his ass all the time. He has been speaking the language for his whole life, how come he’s failing at it?

Well, that didn’t matter because Kris actually took a liking into writing, though he wished he could give his opinion more often than just “stay impartial”.

One day, he was asked to interview the band Apokalipsa. He had been to one of their concerts before, though he couldn’t remember them that well. Honestly, the only reason he even remembered the name was because his father was collaborating with them for the school’s new anthem.

Kris walked to the gym where the band was having a rehearsal, and he could hear from the outside a bit of what they were playing.

Was that... “Led s Severa”? The song Kris’ father dedicated to his mom?

- In jaz grem tja, kjer je led iz severa.- “And I’m going there, where there’s ice from the North”.

Kris rushed to the gym and opened inside he yelled:

- Wrong!

The band suddenly stopped playing and started looking at this tall boy who interrupted.

- Who are you? – the drummer asked.

The small vocalist squinted his eyes to look at Kris.

- Are you... Oh! You are Gušti’s son!

- Yeah! – he got closer to them – And you are playing it wrong!

- What? – the singer laughed.

- This song isn’t played with distortion!

Kris started messing around with the pedals which seemed to get the singer pissed.

- Hey, yo, what are you doing!? Do you even know how to play the guitar?

- No, but-

- I’m so sorry, everyone. – a voice cut off Kris.

They all turned to look who had entered and it was Miha.

- What seems to be the problem? – he frowned his brow as he noticed Kris messing with the equipment.

- Nothing. – he said – I came to interview them, not you.

- Well, you should start by saying “hi”, next time. Sorry, guys, this is my rebellious son, Kris. – he pinched his cheek.

The singer smiled and extended his hand to Kris which he took hesitantly.

- I’m Bojan – he said – This is Martin, bass player, Matic is the drummer and Luka is the guitarist.

Kris had an interview with them as the original plan demanded. He noticed the one who was the most outspoken was Bojan. Bojan sure loved to talk, but he loved music somehow even more. Kris was actually fascinated by his passion, he almost... thought music was good.

To Kris, music was cold like ice which he was scared to touch... he was scared that the ice would melt under his touch, and he was scared of burning himself out with it... that’s why he never shared an interest in music... until the day he heard Apokalispa playing again.

More than their version of Led S Severa, more than the performance itself, Kris loved how Bojan interacted with the crowd. How he moved around and how he smiled. Sure, his voice needed to be worked a bit better, but he felt the need to see him more often and to... feel what Bojan was showing: confidence.

To him, Bojan’s presence is as if a bubblegum-pink flower was gifted to him to take care of. Flowers thrive with water and sun, but Kris had no way of watering it. How could he protect and help nourish such a precious object?

There was only one way... He had to melt the ice.

And for that, he needed help from someone who had managed to do it first.

When he got home, he touched the guitar his father had gifted him. He felt the steel chords against his skin and wondered how they sounded, how he could make them sound... Were they warm enough to melt that ice?

Miha was surprised to see Kris knock on his office’s door and to be looking at the floor as if he was.... embarrassed?

- Dad, can I talk to you?

- Sure, what do you want? - he set his guitar aside.

Kris entered and closed the door behind him and sat next to Miha.

- Can you... uhm. – he was a bit lost, but quickly recomposed himself – Dad, can you teach me how to play the guitar?

Miha’s face brightened up suddenly and he pulled Kris into a hug which the younger tried to uselessly fight against.

- FINALLY! – Miha kissed his cheeks, and he chuckled.

- I TAKE IT BACK, DAD!

Miha finally let him go and looked at him in his eyes.

- What changed?

Kris didn’t know how to reply... What was he going to say? “Ah yeah, flowers need water so I wanna play the guitar”? No way.

- I have this girl I want to impress. – he lied – And I think music would reach her heart.

Miha put his hand on his chest. “So, my son is in love...”, he thought.

Miha felt so happy for Kris loving someone so much that he’d be willing to change for another and to better himself.

- Dad, are you crying?

- Yeah. – he brushed the tear falling from his eyes away – You have grown so much.

Guštin tried his best to teach Kris the basics, but there was only so much he could do before Kris got lost or started complaining about how the chords hurt him. Okay, he can admit he’s not the best teacher... that’s why he decided to enroll Kris in guitar lessons during the summer.

Kris was presented to a quiet boy with dark hair and a beard. He was a year older than him and had only started playing recently too.

Kris didn’t like him much at first because he didn’t “go to the classes to make friends”, but then he heard him play and he was imminently blown away by the sound this boy could produce from the same instrument Kris had.

- Very well, Jan. – their teacher said – Jan, this is Kris. Kris this is Jan.

- Hello. – Jan smiled at him.

- Hi.

Kris was puzzled. How come such a quiet person has such a bright smile and sound?

After a while, their teacher suggested they play together and then a band... which they both seemed eager to start. Buržuazija was the name.

Kris started talking a lot with Jan even after classes and they started to hang out together often, plus Jan seemed to know Ema and he helped the two of them get together.

One day, after one of their shows, Bojan asked Kris for Jan’s number. He wasn’t sure why Bojan wanted his number, but Jan didn’t seem to mind. A couple of days later, Bojan invited Jan into a new band with Martin and Matic. Bojan invited Kris on the same day, but he hesitated at first.

“I’ll think of the matter”, he told him.

He talked to his parents about it. He wasn’t totally satisfied with how things were going with his band, and he would really like to play with Bojan and keep playing with Jan. Plus, he knew the Apokalipsa guys for longer... His heart had already decided for him, he just felt like he needed some sort of validation from his parents, which more than willing to give it to him.

They created a Facebook group chat and decided their name by throwing suggestions into the melting pot. Joker Out was the name they decided to stick to it. It has no meaning, it’s just something stupid they came up with.

They went on to write their first song, win their first competition, to have a break... Actually, when Kris stopped talking with Bojan during the band’s hiatus, he was also dumped by his girlfriend.

They were both at his house alone when the fighting started.

- I’m just trying to be honest with you and you keep letting me down! – he told her.

- WELL, IT’S TIME FOR US TO BE OVER THEN! – she yelled – IF YOU ARE JUST GOING TO BE RUTHLESS TO ME!

- I’m just being honest!

- Honesty hurts sometimes, Kris! You are my boyfriend you are supposed to be on MY SIDE!

- I’m trying to not hurt you by not telling you pretty lies!

- Bye Kris.

- We aren’t-!

- I said: BYE KRIS! – she picked up her purse, flipped him off, and left the house.

He sat down and clasped his hands together...trying to cool himself but then he suddenly threw the ring she gave to him against a nearby mirror shattering it in pieces.

He couldn’t bear being in that suffocating room, so he left and rode his bike to the Ljubljanica River as tears fell down his face. This was the closest thing he had to a sea or an ocean... This small river.

Kris Guštin: My girlfriend dumped me

Janči: are you okay?

Kris Guštin: I don’t want to talk about it anymore

Janči: then what do you want?

Kris Guštin: I want to go out! I want to drink! And I want to forget about everything

Janči: alcoholic :/

In the end, they decided to go to a nearby gay bar. Jan insisted there were cool people there to talk to and it’s not like Kris was immediately planning to flirt with anyone after a rough breakup.

Kris stayed mostly isolated at that club, even after multiple guys tried to flirt with him, though it seemed like Jan was the one having the best time by flirting back at them.

Kris just wanted to drink, managing his emotions was a job for the “Kris of tomorrow”.

- And I was just being honest! – Kris laughed after God knows how many drinks – I just wanted the best for her.

- Hey! Are you going to drink that? – Jan pointed to Kris’ shirt in which he had spilled bear earlier that night.

- Drink what?

Jan licked the stain making him giggle and, eventually, Kris started to feel more motivated to talk to people and dance at the club.

Kris noticed a small guy with brown hair and eyes who seemed as excited as a little puppy, and they danced around each other almost all night. He can’t remember exactly what happened, but they both ended up kissing as the purple square lights painted the scenery in a beautiful mosaic.

He knew it was wrong... He knew it was wrong to kiss someone right after a breakup, but it felt so good. It was his first time kissing a guy, and he didn’t know it was supposed to feel this great! He didn’t know he wanted to entangle his fingers in his hair, kiss his neck, and make him moan all night. He didn’t know that.

He fought against the alcohol to avoid taking it further – Kris doubted his parents would feel great about him bringing a stranger back home as a 17-year-old.

In the end, Jan had to drag him out of the club and take him home.

After the band’s conflicts were solved, Kris started his last year of school, feeling now so much better than how he did during those months.

During Christmas vacations, he visited his family in the Netherlands as always, and that year he had been invited to spend New Year’s with a bunch of Dutch friends, which his parents allowed him to go.

Most of his friends had girlfriends or boyfriends who planned to kiss each other when the countdown reached zero – something Kris only came to find out an hour into their party.

He didn’t know whether one particular girl at the party was single or not. He didn’t even know her, actually. She seemed to know most girls there, but Kris had never seen her. She was a tall brunette with long hair and a very enchanting smile.

As both their friends left their groups to their partners, Kris and the girl ended up having to talk to each other.

Her name was Klara, and she was a year older and studied physics in Rotterdam. Her family was originally from Indonesia, just as Kris’ grandpa, and she seemed invested in Kris’ stories about Slovenia, and his band, and his friends and family and...

Kris got distracted talking to her. One of their friends had to basically drag the two of them to the balcony to see the fireworks.

- Should we kiss each other? – Klara asked Kris.

- Sure. – he sure hoped he could use the cold of Amsterdam as an excuse for his flustered face.

Kris and Klara had their first kiss that night, one that lasted a bit longer than you’d expect for a New Year’s kiss. It even got some of their friends telling them to get a room.

At the end of the night, they exchanged numbers and promised to meet again as Klara kissed Kris on the cheek goodbye.

They did end up visiting each other as often as they could during vacations and eventually started dating.

As seasons began to change, Kris decided to go to the river with some of his friends and when he finally got some time to lay on his towel, he felt a shadow being cast on him.

When he opened his eyes, he noticed a familiar face: Ema’s.

- Hello, Krisko. – she said hesitantly.

He didn’t say a word, instead, he just sat down, now left with an uncomfortable feeling brought by her presence.

- Can I sit next to you?

He didn’t say anything, instead, he looked at her hair, and at its new color: brown.

- How are things going for you? - she asked – I imagine you have a lot of work now with university and... is the band still a thing?

- Yes. – Kris replied dryly as he couldn’t help but feel powerless next to her.

- I’m in Ljubljana for this week, spring break, you know how it is. – she chucked awkwardly – Listen, Krisko-!

- Don’t call me that.

- Oh yeah… I forgot I’m no longer your girlfriend so I can’t call you nicknames, I see. Does your new girlfriend call you that?

“News spreads fast”, Kris thought.

- What did you come here for?

She stopped for a while before talking again.

- Krisko, I miss you. – she declared – And I heard you had a new girlfriend and I noticed how much I missed you as my boyfriend and I-

- And you what?

- I forgive you.

- Forgive me?

- Yes! Like, I get it: Not everyone is great at giving up their values for others, but I understand that-

- You understood nothing! Please, don’t talk to me anymore! I want you out of my life!

- But Krisko-!

- Stop! I’m so done with you! You were the one who put an end to our relationship, don’t you dare crawl back and ask us to get back together!

- If that’s what you want, so be it! – she got up – But I dare you to try and keep up that “honest act” of yours and see who will be left in your friend group!

- My friends understand me unlike you! – he also got up.

- Oh, do they now, Kris? Or are you forgetting your band already broke up once because of you!? – she pointed to his chest – You and Bojan decided to fight for something stupid and the band broke up. You can’t keep relationships, Kris!

He breathed in slowly and then proceeded to remove Ema’s finger from his chest.

- The difference between Bojan and the band, and you is that I would come back to them over and over again! But to you? Sorry, Ema, I can’t even bear the sight of you anymore if you think relationships are something as fragile as that. The only reason your relationships are like that is because you could never change for someone else, Ema.

She looked at him in shock. She started crying and with one last yell:

- Fuck you, Kris.

And he never saw her again.

Kris picked up his stuff and texted the group about his departure.

When he got home, he immediately locked himself in his room with just his thoughts and the guitar.

He was bitter, and he wanted to play the aggressive chords and notes that came out of his heart and were played by his fingers.

He was done living in a world where his view was shaped by hers. He wanted to live in a world where he was allowed to see and experiment with all the colors, even the ugly ones, because what’s the point if not?

- This song is shit. – Bojan told him

- Seriously!? – Kris complained.

- Sorry not sorry, Krisko, but this is a no. We could always rework it if you want but I think this is really bad. Want my help?

- No, I don’t want your fucking help.

- Well, bummer. – he stayed quiet before he turned to smile again – Tell me again what you told to Ema?

- Bojan, enough.

- “The difference between Bojan and the band, and you is that I would come back to them over and over again”, I like that. – Bojan giggled and Kris threw a pillow at his face.

- We don’t talk about it anymore!

- Boo-hoo. I love you too. – Bojan went to Kris and grabbed his cheeks to kiss him in the face while the younger one protested.

After a few more rejected versions of the song, Kris came up with the final song and it was finally approved by all the elements of the band. The name? “Ne govoriva več o tem”(Ngvot) - “We don’t talk about it anymore”.

The next song Kris ended up writing was “Dopamin”.

At first, he was a bit lost on what to do since Bojan kept rejecting his song over and over again. He knew he wanted something to do with science because he wanted to sing it for Klara, but the lyrics sounded forced.

Then Bojan asked him to think of a moment. To think of a moment, or a touch, or a gesture, or a word that was dedicated to him and where he felt a rush of adrenaline, that’s where he would find his source of inspiration.

But Kris couldn’t think of anything. What would he choose? The few dates he had with Klara? Their first time? Their declaration to each other? Their first kiss? All of these sounded so basic to him. They sounded...overdone.

So, he chose another important moment of his life unrelated to Klara: the kiss he shared with the stranger at the club.

Sure, it’s not about Klara, but Kris felt such a rush of dopamine when he kissed those lips as if he would die if he spent any second apart from them, and maybe if he wasn’t so drunk he would have asked that person out, but now they were gone.

Yet Kris still puts his fingers on his lips when he thinks of that day as if he hoped to find him again and ask him what he did to shake his ground so much.

Eventually, Kris concluded he must be “some flavor of gay” – Jan facepalmed when he heard that.

For a while, the boys tried to fit their careers with their studies and jobs, but, in 2020, everything closed, and, while on lockdown, Bojan decided to sing at home and make a small solo concert at home.

Kris was excited to watch it and decided to gather his whole family to hear the songs since Bojan was planning to sing one of the new ones. Maks was the only one that objected but their mom told them that the band is important for Kris so he should listen.

Bojan began with singing “Gola” and oh how the memories flushed back to Kris... About the band’s hiatus period how this song was both responsible for it and how it brought them together again.

Kris could almost swear he melted hearing this version – but he won’t. Nobody needs to know that.

“Omamlejno Telo” was next and oh, Bojan decided to sing softly again...okay. It's so obvious his vocal progression with this one... His voice control has changed to a whole new level...

- “Vem da Greš”? – Miha asked.

- Oh, it’s our new single. Bojan really likes this one.

Kris remembers what Bojan told him about “Vem da Greš”. He said he met someone while we were on a break and that they shook their ground, but they left him. He said he would travel to the sun for that person and leave his life behind as the Earth burns.

“Dramatic bitch”, Kris thought.

Kris’ mind turned off for a second until he heard Bojan mention his name and how he had two songs in the album they were going to release.

- I can’t sing it, but I would like to sing something that’s probably close to him. – the singer said through the screen – So I’m going to play something his father wrote.

Kris turned to Miha, and everyone else turned to Kris as he started trying to make himself small on the couch and hid his flustered cheeks as much as he could.

- I’m going to sing “Garbage (Hip hop med nogami)”.

- Mama, is that a dad song? – Maja asked.

“Shit, she’s here”, Kris forgot about his younger sister. Should she be hearing this? Doesn’t look like it by the face his mom was making.

Maks on the other hand seemed to suddenly wake up from scrolling on his phone.

- Všeč si mi k' hod'š, všeč k' govoriš – “I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk” -Všeč so mi poteze, vse k' jih nardiš – “I like the moves you make”.

Kris tried very hard to not look at any of his family member’s faces, so he forced himself to just look at Bojan on the screen.

- Mikajo me noge, mika me telo – “I’m tempted by your legs, I’m tempted by your body” - Nor sem na štrumpantle in svilen blago – “I'm crazy about strumpets and silk fabrics”.

Okay, Kris had to look away after that one and Maks is fucking recording the screen, seriously?

- Mama, why does Bojan want Kris in silk fabrics?

- Okay, Maja, I think it’s past your bedtime now. – Chantal tried to remove the young girl from the room, but she kept insisting on staying.

- Bojan looks very embarrassed, Kris. OH MY GOD, WAS THAT A LIP BITE!? – Maks laughed out loud and Kris threw him a slipper to the head – MAMA, KRIS HIT ME!

- Kris! – she complained.

- Sorry, mama.

- Dostkrat se sprašujem, dostkrat mi ni prou – "Many times I wonder, many times I don't understand” - Zakaj me ne pogledaš, mogoče ti bo žou! “Why don't you look at me, maybe you'll like it!”

- Kris, please look at him, he has puppy eyes.

And another slipper went flying.

- Both of you are grounded.

- Mama, I’m an adult already! – Kris complained.

- Then act like it!

- Sanjam, k' ti prste zapletem med lase – “I dream of tangling my fingers in your hair” - Sanjam, k' ti jezik prlep'm na zobe – “I dream of sticking my tongue on your teeth”.

- NO WAY, NO WAY, NO WAY. – Maks said and this time it was Maja who told him to shut it.

- Hotu bi te gledat, hotu bi te 'met – “I would like to look at you, I would like to throw you” - Raztrgu bi obleko, vzel bi ves tvoj med – “I'd rip your dress, I'd take all your honey”.

Kris wanted to kill Maks for being a nuisance, Bojan for telling him to watch this concert, his father for writing the song, and himself for inviting the whole family to watch this. He’s not sure in which order he should go by, though.

He looked around and noticed his father wasn’t there anymore, when did he leave?

- Garbage hip hop med nogami – “Garbage hip hop between your legs” – Garbage hip hop.

Chantal turned off the television they were watching the transmission from and sighed.

- That’s enough of that... – she stayed silent for a while before yelling – GUŠTIN GET YOUR ASS HERE, I’M SURE YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS!

Kris sighed... it was finally over.

- I have a question! – Maja raised her arm – Why does Bojan want to be in between your legs?

- No, Maja, no he doesn’t. – Kris dismissed her.

- Like, it makes no sense. You wouldn’t be able to breathe.

- I...

- In a couple of years, I tell you what that’s about. – Maks told her.

- I’m only 5 years younger than you!

- Maks. – Kris called him - Friendly reminder the song was written by Dad. In case you want to tell her in detail about what it is, just think about the fact Dad wrote about someone.

- Okay, gross.

What were two weeks turned into a couple of months of not being able to go outside normally.

One morning, Kris got out of his room nearing midday and was greeted by his mom on the way to his room.

- Kris... Your hair is a mess.

- I just woke up. – he scratched the back of his head and yawned.

His hair was in the air, and he had an online class in about 5 minutes – which he did not plan to turn his camera on for. He had spent a good chunk of the night on a call with some of his friends playing Among Us – which he only won when he wasn’t the impostor because he is just too easy to read when he’s lying.

- Let me fix that for you. – Kris bent down for his mom to help him with his hair – Your hair is growing so much.

- Oh, yeah. I guess I haven’t cut it in a while.

- I like it so much. – Chantal tucked it behind his ear – It has been a long time since I’ve seen it like that.

- I guess so... – they stood next to each other and looked at the mirror in the hallway,

- You’ve grown to be a handsome man, Kris.

- Mama...

- Je mama houdt zoveel van je... – “Your mama loves you very much”.

- Ik houd ook van jou. – “I love you too” – Now I’ll be late for my class!

- Oh, yes! Sorry about that. I’ll wake up your sister who’s late for hers.

It was during the pandemic that Kris found confidence in his hairstyle and gender identity. He decided to let his hair grow again because he understood it didn’t matter what people would think: he still felt like a man and “hair is hair” not your gender identity. And if someone is bothered by that, Kris would laugh in their face because he didn’t care.

A while after the lockdown, Matic left the band and Jure replaced him and that’s when the Demoni era began.

With his newfound confidence, Kris felt like he could finally release “Ngvot” officially.

They were a little scared of releasing Demoni since they were just starting to make it begin in Slovenia. What if the “second album curse” fell onto it? What if it didn’t fit the expectations? However, they managed to keep the curse away and the album seemed to do just as great if not better than their first album!

But with so much success and with things starting to “get real”, someone had to make a decision: Martin left the band. And Kris remembers very well the tears that followed and the fear that overtook all of them and how all their burdens fell onto him.

Even so, they proceeded. They continued even scared because that was the only way they’d achieve their dreams.

After the new member arrived at the band, Nace, Kris got along with him very well. They hung out most days especially because they lived near each other and they would often have Jam sessions, and Kris knew he could count on Nace when he just needed a moment of peace from the whole band.

Nace was his roommate during Eurovision, and he was there when Kris arrived at their room after the semi-final, and he just jumped on the bed to stare at the ceiling as the adrenaline died down and he started to feel tears forming in his eyes, and rolling down his cheeks.

- Nace... – he said – We are in the final. We are in the fucking final!

Nace hugged him and cry kept crying.

- We did it, Nace! We did it... I’m so happy.

- And we are going to keep at it, okay?

- Definitely.

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Bokris from Miha's pov hehe.

anyways! Sources!

CHAPTER 1

Miha thought Kris was ugly as a baby and he gave him a guitar at 11: https://novice.svet24.si/clanek/zabava/626a937a72d5e/miha-gustin-gusti-upam-da-sinu-ne-delam-sramote

Kris didn't like his father's music: https://novice.svet24.si/clanek/astro/616977e71ab9c/miha-gustin-gusti-in-sin-kris-glasbenika-in-zaveznika-razlicna-okusa-a-ista-ljubezen-do-glasbe

Kris wasn't able to color inside the lines (same source as point 1)

Kris likes more Slovenian food than dutch: https://jokeroutsubs.tumblr.com/post/739664742412697600/eng-translation-rocknroll-in-the-blood

Summer Vacation: https://mihagustin.blogspot.com/2011/07/najstnisko-dolgocasje.html

Kris used to play football: https://youtu.be/qpYY9BwpLRc?si=NiblKnDzy99vTDnp&t=373

Kris doesn't think he's good at sports or games (same source as 6)

Kris decided to cut his hair at the age of 10 because he was bullied for "being a girl" : https://youtube.com/shorts/syrFFuLax7U?si=9QkodFxyt98OZU1F

Kris wasn't good in school, but then he became an excellent student (same source as 2)

Miha and Chantal are Allieeeees: https://youtu.be/gRSbqtNlsXA?si=k05ZWnJXrL1VOyHL

Maja does gymnastics (same source as point 4)

Kris was a reporter at school when he met the apokalipsa guys: https://www.tumblr.com/jokeroutsubs/725625224282963968/nace-jordan-for-slovenian-online-journal-aleteia?source=share

Kris started playing guitar after meeting Bojan and because of the girls even though his father is a musician: https://youtu.be/U8J_RhxAQdE?si=xwhrcI-KaKUUxW2N

That song isn't played with distortion: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIlnXLv1g1Y&ab_channel=Elja

Kris asking his dad to teach him how to play (same source as point 2)

Look at Krisko at the Apokalipsa's concert: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7iCkNDnHMo&ab_channel=BANDAPOKALIPSA

Kris and Jan's band: https://youtu.be/GQNhhX7ih5A?si=xFsaLhmVruOVK7Hu

Ngvot: https://youtu.be/hP79eReOczA?si=2IyyLFCA67VlpEQE

Gay Bar: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sotVP84VSFk&ab_channel=Alex

Kris hard to get: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djIyhgUmWlA&ab_channel=EurovisionInsider & https://www.tumblr.com/kurooscoffee/732261010119016448/eng-sub-dropping-some-bokris-lore-bc-this-is-too?source=share

Gola: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ccs1DU8bya4&ab_channel=kurooscoffee

Kris' GF is dutch (Same source as point 4)

Bojan rejected Ngvot multiple times (NEED HELP FINDING THE SOURCE)

Bojan rejecting Dopamin: https://youtu.be/obG8dxtDH-o?si=W5FaO-HI-UzW5Lhb&t=1042

Either Bele Sanje or Dopamin is about a girl: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2Kepp8udXQ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Garbage HipHop: https://www.tumblr.com/kurooscoffee/743786585087148032/reblogging-cuz-i-googled-what-%C5%A1trumpantli?source=share

In 2022, Miha said Kris was dating a girl for the past 3 years: https://novice.svet24.si/clanek/astro/616977e71ab9c/miha-gustin-gusti-in-sin-kris-glasbenika-in-zaveznika-razlicna-okusa-a-ista-ljubezen-do-glasbe

As of the beginning of 2023, he was still dating the same girl: https://jokeroutsubs.tumblr.com/post/720664604133523456/hey-guys-thanks-for-all-your-hard-work

Kris and Nace were roommates during ESC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARgHgpEz9iI&ab_channel=ESCunited

Real Miha and Chantal love story (JUST LOOK AT THEM, THEY ARE ADORABLE): https://x.com/kurooscoffee/status/1806671881308659810?s=46&t=yp0BYR2xB56k6qgtrkXLOg

Kris wrote NGVOT in 2018: https://www.metropolitan.si/scena/glasba/skupina-joker-out-nam-je-razkrila-kaj-ne-sme-manjkati-v-zaodrju-preseneceni-boste/

#never made a post so long I think lol #joker out #joker out kris #joker out bojan #bokris #joker out fanfic #polaroid photos universe

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