#LOVE this. must have taken you forever but it turned out so well!!!

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I, I did it all I owned every second that this world could give I saw so many places The things that I did Yeah with every broken bone I swear I lived

just a thought

[bluedosjaykewon]

🥹✨Enhypen as Dads✨🥹

Fluffy, only lots and lots of suggar

Heeseung

Making everyone very sad (I know we would all like to see Heeseung being a “girl dad”, I would love it too) but I see Hee being father of two boys (about 3 or 4 years apart)

I honestly think he would be so happy with that since he grew up with his brother too so he wants to provide a childhood as cool as his children was

He is 100% the type of father "don't tell your mother"

"Don't tell your mother we drank soda at dawn"

"Don't tell your mother we stayed up playing video games until 4 in the morning"

"Don't tell your mother I took you to Burger King after school"

Etc etc

I also can see you scolding your son and he saying "hey honey but he didn't do anything wrong" and you just look at him and automatically he turns around and says “VERY BAD KID THIS IS VERY VERY BAD”

What can he do???? He's the good cop

I think Hee would be the kind of father who would be very supportive of his children, especially if they want to pursue a career in music, but I think he would be very wise to tell his children that it's a very exhausting life and full of very complicated obstacles

His oldest son is definitely his best friend (he lives to make this boy feel proud of him)

His youngest son is his baby

As Heeseung is the youngest children in his family I think he sees himself in his baby boy so is that the reason why he’s always very emotional about the youngest

He wants to be the cool and laid-back father to his youngest son while he wants to be the loyal friend of his oldest

I can really imagine him taking his oldest son for a drive at night to clear his head

Speaking of cars, these 3 always go on a fishing trip every month IT'S A TRADITION

His youngest son doesn't like fishing that much but he loves spending time with his father and brother so he goes anyway🥹

His children always come back covered in mosquito bites because Heeseung always forgets his insect repellent home, but they come back smiling and happy so it doesn't matter.

Jay

Ok, let's go

Jay is a couple father, DOES EVERYONE AGREE?????

He has an older daughter, who he raised with all the love, affection, care and protection and will always take care of her because she is his princess.

And he has a younger son that is his best bro forever (maybe 6 years between the children?)

I imagine that his daughter must have been so jealous of her brother when he was born

I can see them at 16 and 10 years old, having a Disney Chanel sibling dynamic, who live to make each other's lives hell, are fighting 100% of the time but deep down love each other deeply

He and his youngest son are quite a duo

They have a garage band together🥹🫶🏼

Jay taught him to play guitar but the boy's passion is the drums

I imagine that he is much closer to his older daughter, but he doesn't know how to deal very well with his daughter growing up and no longer depending on him.

So he spends all the time he can with his youngest because when the youngest grows up it's over for him

Jay loves to keep his kids entertained so he would be up for anything

“Daddy, are we going to the Taylor Swift concert?”

“Sure, my love.”

“Daddy, can we go to the skate park?”

“We’ll leave in a few minutes, okay? Just let daddy finish this first”

Btw, he supports everything his children want to do

I swear his children have already taken every course and private lesson that exists on the earth

Jay will enroll them in and out of anything they want

Because he wants his children to be happy and he grew up with a family that gave him so much support that I believe he will do the same

Btw, the family tradition is take the childrens to see baseball games

In fact, Jay had a huge existential crisis when his daughter started not wanting to go to the games🥹

He started remembering her when she was little with a t-shirt and a cap that was too big for her, sitting on his shoulders and watching the game🥹🥹🥹🥹

Poor man, he collapsed

Jake

I imagine him being such a calm and relaxed father, you know?

I think he would be such a relaxed father.

His relationship with his children is based on trust, affection and love 100% of the time.

I don't think he smothers his children or wants to be with them 100% of the time.

Of course he is a present father, but I think he respects his children's time a lot.

But let’s go, he has 3 children.

2 older boys and a younger girl (about 2 years apart from each child?)

Oh, how this man was in heaven when these children were born.

Jake loves being a father, I think he considers it his favorite profession.

And he is simply so delicate with his children, his tone of voice is always soft and loving, he touches them as if they were made of porcelain.

He loves taking them to the park, riding his bike with them and stopping for ice cream afterwards, or taking them to the pool, spending the whole day at the water park and then stopping at the McDonald’s🥹🥹🥹🥹

God, he loves his little 4-year-old girl, he’s an idiot for her (she gets whatever she wants, he’s her personal butler)

You see him walking around with weird hairstyles and stickers on his face quite often (he’s a regular at the 4pm tea party with his daughter and her bunny every Wednesday)

But he’s so incredibly in love with his 8 and 6-year-old boys

I can imagine them playing with lots of Hot Wheels tracks lol (and Jake taking it so seriously)

They build a lot of Lego together too, God, his kids have BOXES AND BOXES of Lego of every possible and imaginable type

He’s the kind of father who dances with his daughter dressed as a prince and gives her flowers so she gets used to receiving love early on so he doesn’t worry about future relationships

At the same time, he’s an example of such a good man for your children

Your children are so in love with your relationship🥹♥️

I imagine the 3 of you being so close, they are brothers who truly love each other unconditionally because the only reference they have is love, love and more love♥️😭

Sunghoon

OKAY LISTEN…

Two girls

NOBODY WILL PROVE ME OTHERWISE

He has two girls who are about 3 years apart from each other

His oldest is like “🎀✨💕DADDYS GIRL💕✨🎀” and his youngest is more like “💋✨⛸️DADDYS GIRL⛸️✨💋” if you can understand me

Like the oldest is more “Daddy, can I use your card??? I need a new dress” and the youngest is more “Dad, I told you! You don’t have to buy me anything”

BTW

He is absolutely in love with them to an extreme level

They are his world, after they were born nothing else matters more to him than the happiness of his two little girls

He is a REALLY OVERPROTECTIVE FATHER

like really

He can’t be able to sleep if he knows that your girls are on a party or on a date

He just CAN’T

And you’re like “babe, cmon, let’s rest a little” and he will be like “I can’t sleep, y/d must call anytime”

Something he miss when the girls are little babies…

When they were little they cried for him to put them to sleep and sing to them😭♥️

And now his princess wanna buy short skirts and dance all night😭💔

His youngest really like to skating so they do it together sometimes

These two girls are the pinnacle of what a doting and protective father can do with a girl

But like I said he is protective

The day you came to him saying he was so cute like your oldest daughter had a boyfriend in kindergarten….

He went to the school to have a serious talk with a 5-year-old boy and his parents

Even today, more than 10 years later, he still has a grudge against the poor child who just held his little girl's hand

I can imagine your daughter going to say that she has something important to talk about and him saying "did you find out you're a lesbian and are you going to get rid of that idiot?😃"

and your daughter saying "no daddy" and he would reply with "are you absolutely sure you're not a lesbian?😃"

You think Jay would spoil his children but nothing is as good for the economy as Park Sunghoon, his daughters and his black card at the mall

You know that scene from Beverly Hills where the father asks what his daughter is wearing and she answers "Calvin Clain"

They have this energy

He takes them and picks them up from everywhere because he doesn't like his princesses to walk around alone and he doesn't want boys bringing home

Nothing in the world would break his heart more than seeing his daughters cry. He always makes a point of buying their favorite foods, giving them a cuddle and leaving a kiss on their heads when they are crying.

Now if it is because of some boy... God have mercy and may he not find out the address of that boy

Sunoo

He has two girls too, but they are twins.

He is over the moon with them.

Do you agree with me that they would wear matching outfits????😭😭😭😭

He knows ALL the Disney princess songs

ALL OF THEM.

He would be his daughters' best friend 100%. He gives his daughters a lot of space to talk to him about absolutely anything and everything, he is always very present and aware of everything that happens in the lives of his little gems.

One of them is really extroverted and shining just like him and the other is like “omg you two are making me feel embarrassed please stop”

But he is also very protective of them.

Not like Sunghoon, of course.

Dad Sunoo is like a mother lioness, he protects his children tooth and nail no matter what.

(Like the “PELA CRIANÇA EU DOU A MINHA VIDA GRAÇAS A DEUS!!!” meme)

If this man finds out that one of his daughters is being bullied at school... I feel so sorry for the principal of that institution because he will DESTROY her.

He also watches a lot of movies with his daughters, when he gets home from work and his girls have already come home from school, it's always the perfect time to order food and watch Korean dramas together

He would always be available for serious, intimate, or everyday conversations

I think he would be such an attentive father🥹🥹🥹 but at the same time he would have no patience at all

He seems to me like the kind of father who when his kid makes a fuss he leaves the child on the floor of the store crying, walks away and pretends he doesn't know her

I imagine him being very truly with his daughters too, like "are you going out like that? With those clothes???? No, you can't change that, it's not good, you're dressing like Sponge Bob"

He would be their safe place too

I can see him comforting them when they were crying about something, like them lying on his lap while he caresses them and says "it's okay, love, it'll pass, I already have your age too, it'll pass"

Jungwon

He has a son, a little boy

You are thinking about having another one, but he is always analyzing how you have such a comfortable life with only one child and that a second child would require you to give up some privileges, etc.

Obviously he would be up for more children if you wanted, he catches himself thinking about another baby often, but he always brings up this conversation at some point

But anyway, your little boy is around 5/6 years old????

I feel like Won is in a limbo between “being the cool dad” and “being the example of a responsible man that his son needs”

He demands a lot of himself as a father

whenever he gets home and sees that his son is already in bed sleeping and he didn't get him “good night kisses” he feels terrible😔😔😔 (I think you will have to reassure him several times a day that he is doing an excellent job)

I can imagine him like this:

“What's up, son? Boys' day today, huh? Let's go to the park, the movies, and then have ribs for dinner, what do you think????”

“What's up, buddy? How was school today?”

And your son LOOOOOOOVES HIM

Like that type of kids that say “MY DAD IS MY SUPERHERO” is really cute

Doesn’t help the fact that this kid has his father kitty bubble tea eyes😭✨

But he’s really shy when he’s not with you or Jungwon, like, your two are his best friends.

Jungwon is such a fun father🥹

Even if he comes home feeling sad, limping, anemic, fragile and inconsistent, he will take time to play with your son and this will charge his energy 100%.

Just like Jake, Won is the kind of father who lets his son do whatever he wants with him.

His son will stick stickers on his face, draw a mustache and a goatee with a marker, etc., etc., and he will stand there laughing at how cute his son is.

He loves taking naps with your son (he even went through a difficult time when your son stopped being afraid of sleeping alone and asked to sleep with you every night).

I think he would be such a responsible father. He would know how to say no to his child when necessary and would teach that there is a time and place for everything and that we should be polite and patient. 🥹♥️

Riki

Just like Won, I imagine that Kiki has 2 father skins: the fun-child father with a 4-year-old mentality and the extremely mature father who is aware of his activities as a father.

He fluctuates a lot between these two.

He is extremely responsible when it comes to his children, he can handle any situation on his own without any problems.

Btw, I can see him having a family just like his own (two girls and a middle boy🥹). They are like 10, 8 and 5 years old. 🥹🥹🥹

He and the older ones do so much messy together that I swear to God I don't know how your house is still standing.

They play a lot of running games until Kiki stops and says "Aaaaaah daddy's back isn't the same anymore."

Like I said, his older ones brought out his fun and agitated side, but his youngest is so calm and sweet that he can't be the childish father with her, he just wants to protect her from everything

(he also joins the team of daddys who let their little daughter do whatever she wants with him) this girl is almost always riding on her father's shoulders😭♥️

He is the biggest fan of his children, he is there for everything his children want to do

I can see his children so interested in his “idol” career and always with stars in their eyes when they see videos of enhypen's performances

But unlike Heeseung, I think Riki would be reluctant to let his children enter the world of stardom, especially young ones like him, I think he wouldn't want his children to go through as much as he did and he would be far away and imposing to do something...

His favorite pastime is taking his children to Disney, I swear to God they are at Tokyo Disney almost every weekend

I like to think he likes to hold his two oldest ones by the feet while his youngest is on his back and playing mechanical bull AJAKAKAKAKAKA

His kids feel so comfortable talking to him (he's not a very jealous dad either)

I also think that there’s moments that Riki just stops, look at his kids and says “wow” like “they’re real, I made them”

And I think he’s the “what your mom thinks about that?” Type of dad, like “bro, you know that mommy is the leader of this family go ask her”

[lunajay33]

Struggle🖤

Summary: You always loved azriel but never had the courage to say anything wanting to get to know his culture cassian took you to the Illyrian camps but when you get taken you fall into a dark place only one person might be able to pull you out of

Pairing: Azriel x f!reader

Warning: Violence

•Masterlist•

“Sweetie you need to tell him you’ve been head over heels in love with him since…..since we’ll forever” mor said as we were sat around the dinning room in the house of wind

“Mor you know I can’t he means everything to me I can’t risk that”

“But he’s your” before she could finish the three boys walked in cutting off our conversation thankfully

“Welcome home boys me and dear y/n here were just discussing how in love she is with…”

“MOR DONT” I yelled out before she could practically ruin my life, I looked back over at the guys seeing a smirk plastered on Rhys and cassians face as Azriel looked anywhere but me

Standing up I brush out my clothes out of nervous habit and turn to cassian

“Umm can I talk to you in private for a moment”

“Well of course darling lead the way” he smirks as he holds his arm out for me, he’s like my brother, my duffis brother, I bring him to my room and I throw myself on the bed and sigh making him laugh as he does the same almost breaking my bed

“So what is it you need sunshine”

“This is a huge favor but seeing as I’d have my big strong protector with me, could you show me the Illyrian camps, I wanna know more about where Az came from”

“Oh I don’t know that’s not a place for a lady, Rhys would kill me”

“But I’ll be by your side the whole time and we don’t have to stay long I just wanna know more about him”

“Here’s a thought how about you just ask him” he pokes

“Cas come on this is hard for me, it’s obviously not snapped for him yet and we’ll maybe if I know more things it’ll somehow snap into place for him, I don’t know it’s silly but it’s worth a shot”

“Ugh fine but only because nesta would kill me if I didn’t try and help you out, she’s got a sweet spot for you”

“Oh thank you so much Cas, I owe you”

The next morning I got ready in some warmer clothes knowing it could get could in the camps and since cas will be flying I’ll need that extra warmth, making my way downstairs I’m stopped by shadows swirling around my hands and through my hair like the occasionally did

“They only do this with you, must be something special about you” I hear from the corner of the dim hallway as Azriel emerges from the darkness, my heart leaping in my chest

“I quit like them, they’re beautiful”

“You think they’re beautiful?”

“Of course they always find me when I’m down and the comfort me, plus they’re from you so they’re pretty terrific” I don’t know where this boldness came from but atleast it made him smile which was a rare sight

“Well Cas is waiting for me but I’ll see you later, bye Az” I said quickly before making my way to cas

“Ready princess”

“Always!”

It was a long flight there and by the time Cas landed he was pretty tired having to carry my extra weight

“Sorry to have to put you through this I know how much you work”

“Don’t worry about it darling, hopefully this’ll work out like you want it too then it’ll be worth it not having to hear you both complain anymore”

“Wait what do you mean both?”

“Come on sunshine time to show you around” he laughs with a mischevious grin

We walked through the camp for a while he showed me where him Rhys and Az would meet up and where they lived, this didn’t go unnoticed by many males of the camp not taking their eyes off of me

“Come to investigate our camps again traitor?” A large Illyrian man groan as he stood with some other males in our path

“Nothing of your concern now move” cassian growled holding me behind him

“And I see you’ve brought us a sweet treat” before I knew it a fight broke out and even though Cassian was strong and great at fighting it was unfair against 5 men, then arms wrapped around me and started to drag me away

“CASSIAN……LET ME GO!” I scream terrified of what was to come

Dragged into a dark room being tied to a metal hot pipe, my arms over extended behind my back as the heat from the pipe burned my skin

“Oh we’re gonna send that high lord a message”

Azriels POV

After my interaction with y/n this morning I’ve been confused, did she have feelings for me too? She was pretty flirty for someone so timid around me usually

I was broken from my thoughts when cassian busted through the door out of breath, bloody and exhausted

“Cas what the hell happened? Where’s y/n?”

“I knew it was a bad idea……she was taken by Illyrian men they jumped me and I couldn’t find her” Rhys quickly entered the room taking my arm and winnow us to the camps

I sent my shadows out hoping to pinpoint exactly where she is, after a moment they frantically swirled back to me, she was in a run down house near by, Rhys followed me no questions asked

Busting down the door I see a group of men alert ready to fight, Rhys and I so full of anger finished them of quickly and painfully until all that was left in the room to hear was her quiet whimpers

Finding her in a dark corner her forearms burned and blistering red, her clothes ripped from her body showing the red angry cuts and whips littering her body, her nose dripping with blood and her one eye black and swollen shut, my heart clenched at the sight knowing I could’ve protected her, if I sent one of my shadows with them none of this would’ve happened and that’s when I felt it, the pull in my chest the one I never thought I’d experience

She’s my mate

Normal pov

I woke up aching all over hearing voices all around me, opening eyes as best I could realizing I could only see out of one, I slowly reached up feeling the swell and pain that coursed through the area

“Thank god you’re awake” I hear next to me as the bed dips and those hands I could never mistake, the hands of the man I love but then memories of the hands that touched me, that hurt me flashed in my mind and I pulled away out of instinct wanting to just curl up and hide away from the world

“Oh darling I’m so sorry, I knew taking you there was a bad decision” cassian said from behind Azriel, I could see the regret written all over his face

“How do you feel?” Mor asked sweeping my hair aside but oddly her touch didn’t make me want to run away

“Hurts” I groaned out my throat hoarse and dry

“You’ve been out for a few days, Majda says your wounds are healing fast so that’s good news” Azriel said seeming nervous but certain wounds I felt would never heal, my heart ached

“Can I just go to my room, I need to be alone”

“Are you sure Angel” if any other time I heard Az call me Angel I’d be jumping with joy but right now I couldn’t feel that, I just nodded as nor helped me sit up and led me to my room, walking slowly feeling ever cut and pain that was inflicted, slowly laying back down in my own bed, it gave some form of comfort knowing I was home

“Do you need anything?” Az asked as I felt his shadows swirl around me basically engulfing me

I shook my head and they left but before Azriel closed the door he left one shadow with me telling me to call for him when I need anything

Then I was alone letting sleep take me over once again

Azriels POV

Seeing her so broken made me feel like I’ve failed her, the inner circle all sat around the table silently all worried about my dear mate

“What the hell were you even doing there?” I groaned asking Cassian

“She wanted to know more about your past, she thought it would help snap the mating bond for you” my heart stopped

“She did this for me, she knew we are mates?”

“She’s known for a while, hell I’m pretty sure she knew immediately from the moment she met you centuries ago, she didn’t wanna pressure you” Mor stated

“Why didn’t any of you tell me, how didn’t I know” the stress now gnawing at my soul

“It was pretty obvious Az, she’d blush anytime you’d walk in the room, or how happy she’d get when you’d come home from a long mission, she loves you so much man” Rhys added

It’s been a week now and she hasn’t left her room I kept checking on her but she never wanted anything, she’s become pale and frail, never showing emotion, sometimes I’d feel a wave of terror down through the bond and I’d always send her back a wave of calm hoping it would ease her

But I couldn’t take it anymore knowing she’s in pain, everyone has tried helping to get through to her in anyway we knew how, I just have to do something

I knocked on the door knowing she wouldn’t respond but still I wanted to give her that respect, slowly I opened the door seeing her in her usual spot sat at the window my shadow swirling around her hands, seemingly mezmorizing her, distracting her from what plagues her mind

“Hey darling, can I sit with you?” I ask approaching her, shivering from the cool breeze from the open window, she nodded and I sat across from her on the window seat, after I took a blanket and draped it over her lap

“Do you want to talk about it, maybe it’ll help ease what you’re feeling” she was silent for a long time just looking at the shadow till I noticed the tremble of her lip

“It hurts Az” she whispered as she curled into herself

“I’m so sorry Angel” I said placing my hand on her leg gently hoping it could ground her in this vulnerable moment

“What they did to me, humiliated me, stripped me naked and beat me black and blue, I can’t even look at my self anymore” she cried finally opening up

“I just wanna be me again, I wanna be happy”

“I’m hear every step of the way but it’s gonna take time Angel, you know we are all here for you, I’m always gonna be here and I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again” she sighed as she leaned forward and laid on her side her head resting in my lap

“Can we just stay here for a moment”

“Anything for you, my beautiful mate”

[sinofwriting]

listen, please - Daniel Ricciardo

Words: 316 Summary: Daniel and his girlfriend break the news of their relationship and cause quite a splash with their age difference. (Social Media AU + Blurb) (Olivia Rodrigo as faceclaim and uses her music for reader’s)

Masterlist | Support Me! | listen, please verse

yourusername

liked by dan_nigro, etnews, landonorris, and 548,752 others tagged: danielricciardo yourusername: I learned from my mistakes and finally listened to them. And thank god they were right about you.

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danielricciardo: forever happy they were ⤷ yourusername: ♥️ user01: excuse me??? user02: Uh what? user03: I’m sorry, Daniel??? What are you doing here??? user04: When did this happen? user05: honey, no. he’s in his 30s user06: well, already counting the days for this ending user07: this is going to last all of a month user08: yourusername please, no. Taylor went through this already. Learn from her mistakes!!! user09: Am I the only one picking up on the lyrics from Vampire? We stan using our own lyrics to announce a relationship user10: can’t wait for Dear John yourusername’s version. Gonna be a bop. ⤷ user05: I will sob if she covers that or would’ve could’ve should’ve when this ends. ⤷ user11: will simply die user12: i’m an f1 girlie, but no. This ain’t it. Mick Schumacher is right there, yourusername. Or even Oscar. ⤷ user13: Lando is right there and you went for the nepo baby and a guy who already has a girlfriend ⤷ user12: he was an example! And nearly all the drivers are nepo babies in some way. ⤷ user03: so true user14: how are you going to be such a big swiftie, know the woman yourself and still date a man older than you and believe it’s going to work out?

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yourusername: so many more to come ⤷ danielricciardo: 😉 maxverstappen1: never seen you happier ⤷ danielricciardo: love ya maxie! user01: first daniel isn’t racing and now he’s taken??? 2023 is the worst user02: daniel, she’s practically a child. What are you doing? user03: weirdo user04: she’s barely 20, what are you doing??? ⤷ user06: yourusername is 22. She’s not barely 20 ⤷ user04: yeah and she turned 22 like barely a month ago user05: Daniel, not like this. I beg user07: well him and pierre have something in common 😆 user08: she’s a baby!!! Get away from her!!! user09: disgusting. Absolutely disgusting user10: you guys are acting like she’s not an adult??? She’s literally in her twenties. ⤷ user04: and he’s in thirties. It’s fucking weird. user11: jail, sir. You go to jail now.

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liked by user01, user02, user03, and 2,451 others tagged: yourusername, danielricciardo f1_wags: New WAG Alert! Daniel Ricciardo just announced his relationship with Y/N, a three time grammy winner and musician.

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liked by dr3wines, zedd, charlesleclerc, and 462,345 others tagged: danielricciardo, dr3wines yourusername: Congrats on the new wine, Danny! Little sad that it will no longer be for just us and our baths together, but happy to see it be shared.

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danielricciardo: thank ya, sweets. danielricciardo: girl in the second picture is absolutely gorgeous danielricciardo: bath tonight? I’ve still got a few bottles ⤷ yourusername: I’ll always want a bath with you user01: why is his face on my feed user02: throwing up at their comments user03: well, this made me feel incredibly single charlesleclerc: another great wine. Thank you for convincing him to let me try it before the launch! ⤷ yourusername: of course!

user04: leave him!!!! He’s using you for free promo of his wine!!! user05: taylor must be pissed!

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liked by yelyahwilliams, taylorlautner, yourusername and 2,873,421 others tagged: yourusername, danielricciardo taylorswift: Was a pleasant surprise to see these two when I stepped off stage tonight. Lovely to see you guys and will see you again for dinner next week!

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yourusername: not a single better performer. Watching is you magic every single time. And dinner will be fun! danielricciardo: amazing show! user01: taylor??? user02: i’m sorry what user03: my 2023 bingo card is in shambles user04: living rn. all of you fuckers were saying that taylor was disappointed and now look. She knew before we did user05: some many clowns staying silent in these comments user06: i was at this show!!! Wyd mean that yourusername was there?

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landonorris: do you two do anything but take baths for date night? ⤷ daniel3.jpg: we do. Just like our baths y’know user01: um, i’m sorry. But that last photo user02: lando is so real. This is the second bath photo we’ve gotten ⤷ user03: i don’t want that water bill user04: gross user05: how do you feel comfortable posting this with how young she is? ⤷ user01: you’re acting like she’s a kid. She’s in her twenties. Fuck off user06: am i supposed to just act like i don’t know now that daniel likes car sex??? ⤷ user03: i’m doing my best to not think about it user07: daniel, thank you for feeding us.

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Daniel could feel his grin grow, eyes softening, and his shoulders loosening all at the sound of her name. It takes him a moment to register the question, but when he does his grin grows more.

“I wasn’t really expecting it, you know? But she’s just great, I mean absolutely fantastic.” “And the age difference isn’t an issue?” The reporter presses, though more gently than expected. He scoffs, shaking his head. “No, not all. We want the same things in life and we both have very similar timelines for when we want them. We talked about all of that before we even went on a date and us wanting the same things, just helped finally take the next step.”

“And has the backlash affected you two at all?” “No.” Daniel smiles at the confused look the reporter gives him, letting out a chuckle. “We knew it was going to cause a splash. We’ve never ignored the age difference between us. It’s there and ignoring it wouldn’t do anything.” He pauses, “I understand why people are so concerned, there is a history of large age gaps not being great. But there’s also a history of them working out great, I’ve got plenty of examples in my personal life. Besides, it's not really the age difference that matters, it’s where you're at in life and what you want to come next. We just happen to be in the same place and want the same things to come next.”

The reporter is looking at him stunned before they finally manage to find their voice. “Thank you, Daniel.” “Of course, cheers mate.” He winks, before throwing up a hand to wave at the camera before he jogs off, already knowing that he’ll have a text or two from her calling him a sap over his lovesick grin. And he’d hate to not see them as soon as they came in.

[haikyu-mp4]

Expensive taste

word count; 483 – f!reader, suggestive!

The promotional event that the JVA hosted for the all-star battle of the generation of monsters would certainly not give Kuroo any time to rest. From hours before the event even started until the athletes arrived on the red carpet, Kuroo did his job and tried to converse with everyone, from sponsors to volleyball players to journalists.

He was in the groove, truly in his element despite feeling the tiredness creeping up on him. The only break he had taken the last three hours was when his eyes found you.

You arrived on the red carpet in a floor-length, absolutely gorgeous dress, holding the arm of none other than Yaku Morisuke. Even from a distance away, Kuroo could tell you were closer to his height, but Yaku must have felt like the tallest in the room with such a beautiful date. The two of you smiled and laughed as the cameras clicked, seemingly having small hushed conversations as you moved to the end of the red carpet, finally taking in deep breaths. You still held onto Yaku’s arm, albeit a bit looser as you two approached Kuroo.

The taller man turned on the charm and started by greeting his old friend with a pat on the back before moving his attention back to you, picking up your hand and pressing a kiss to the back. You told him your name and Kuroo nearly purred it back to you. He knew he was rude for having these thoughts when he didn’t know the nature of your relationship with Yaku, but you look like you taste expensive and Kuroo was dying to spend whatever money it would take to find out.

“She’s my team’s manager,” Yaku said, eyes narrowed on his friend. He still knew him well enough. “Thought she deserved a trip out of the gym as well.”

Your eyes sparkled as you looked around at everything and everyone, subconsciously smoothing your hand over your dress as if you had any flaws. Kuroo would forever argue you have none. “I can’t believe I got to go here. Thank you again, Yaku,” you gushed with a glowing smile aimed at the Libero.

“My pleasure so far, just don’t go too wild on the drinks,” he chuckled, winking at you before looking around as well. Kuroo chuckled with him, eyes moving behind you as he realised he had to keep doing his job.

“I would love to stay and chat with you…” His eyes were solely on you saying that. “…but I have to keep welcoming everyone, please excuse me,” he said, bowing shortly before moving on. At least it gave him a chance to feign looking for something so he could get a good look at the open back of your dress while walking away.

At the end of the night, Yaku went home alone. You were very taken by his old captain’s… conversational skills.

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[purplekissinger]

Ten points to Hufflepuff

ah yes comedy. Muggleborn Hufflepuff reader. Please do not take this seriously because i sure don't

“Now it’s all done, Becky. And always after this, you know, you ain’t ever to love anybody but me, and you ain’t ever to marry anybody but me, ever never and forever. Will you?”

"Ten points from Gryffindor," Tom said lazily, waving his wand to put the scattered books into a neat little pile. Y/N  picked it up, smiled gratefully and hurried away, leaving Prewett on the floor with a rapidly growing bump on his forehead. "No running on the fifth floor”.

“Well, she just threw herself at my feet,” Prewett tried to justify. The pathetic fool had no idea that Y/N was allowed to throw herself at the feet of only one person. Y/N herself did not know that either (for now, of course). "Don't you want to, I don’t know, take points from Hufflepuff too? What do the rules say about being blind?.." and, before he could even finish this foolish, foolish sentence, he gasped and grabbed his head.

"Shall I escort you to the hospital wing or send you there?" Tom asked very politely.

*

"Fifteen points from Ravenclaw," he said sternly, pushing Fawley out of the restricted section of the library. Y/N  looked at them, confused. Glancing over his shoulder, Tom assured her, "L/N, Professor Merrythought warned me you had a pass. Good luck with your research".

"What are you up to, Riddle?" Fawley asked in an annoyed whisper as they left the library. "A pretty lady struggling with her essay, helping her is basically winning her heart..."

"What's the essay about, by the way?" Tom asked innocently. "Horcruxes, probably?"

"What in the world is that?.."

"And, alas, five more points from Ravenclaw. Woeful ignorance, I must say".

*

"Now what? Are you going to take points from your own House?" Malfoy huffed. They both stood on the landing, looking down. It was midnight. "The pattern is pretty clear, don’t you think? Leave her be, Riddle, for Merlin's sake. It's a pity to watch a Slytherin chase a badger."

"An interesting combination, indeed" Tom said thoughtfully. "As a fellow Slytherin, I can assure you, not a single point will be taken and no witnesses will be left. Now, could  you please stand a little to the left..."

*

"Tom, I have a bad feeling about this," you said timidly. "Think what you will, but all these cases... All of them have something to do with me. Terry Prewett says that he has had a lump for a month now. Malfoy fell down the stairs after he called me... well, that word, and does not remember anything."

"Bizzare," Tom replied.

"Wait, let me finish... This didn't add up until Fawley asked me out and fell off his broom later that evening. Maybe..." You looked around as if looking for someone, then turned to Tom, "No, that's just too stupid, I think I’ll tell that in your ear..."

And so you did. 

Tom was not thinking about your words, lost in the feeling of your breath tickling his cheek, the smell of your hair. He will do anything in his power to have more such moments in the future.

You pulled back and looked at him with a strange mix of emotions on your face. Fear? Hope? Reproach?

"Ten points to Hufflepuff! You're a smart one, Miss L/N," Tom chuckled. "What will you do with that knowledge?"

[misshoneyimhome]

I know you aren’t taking requests right now! Whenever you do open that back up, I thought of good one for inexperienced!reader x Willy. I just had to share before I forget lol

Maybe it’s the end of the playoff season, and she asks him if she can shave his beard and he teaches her how to do it? I thought it would be kinda cute ☺️

Can also lead into something sexy if you’d like!

Requests are still closed, lovelies 😉 But… I just couldn’t ignore this one! 😏💋 I’m such a sucker for William and his beard, and honestly, this scenario just had me unf!—so romantic and yet so deliciously heated 🥰 I’ll admit, I’m not usually sold on him without the beard, but a smug, confident William is too hard to pass up. How can we not love him like this? 

I have to confess, I can’t quite remember how we handled the inexperienced!reader dynamic during the first playoffs run of their relationship. Still, I can imagine it could unfold something like this. 😘 Enjoy!

Tropes & warnings: 18+ smut, Inexperienced!reader x Willy, probably no surprise but oral sex (f receiving)

Word count: 2.8K

Off With the Beard I Inexperienced!reader x Willy

The knock of William’s keys landing in the dish by the door signalled his return. You looked up from where you’d been curled on the sofa, flipping through a magazine idly, waiting for him. It was the end of the playoff season—an intense, emotionally draining run that had left him on edge and yet, strangely calm now that it was over. He’d given it everything he had out on the ice, and though there might still be a lingering disappointment that the season hadn’t ended in a championship parade, there was also relief. A chance to breathe.

You set the magazine aside, standing as he entered the living room, still wearing a soft grey tee and track pants. His hair was slightly damp from the shower he must have taken before leaving the rink. That familiar scruff on his jaw was more prominent than ever, grown thicker over the course of the playoffs, since players often avoid shaving for good luck. Now that it was done, the once-light stubble had turned into a proper beard—soft in places, but coarse enough to look formidable. You thought it was charming, though you knew he’d never keep it forever.

“Hey,” you greeted him quietly, stepping forward. He gave you a tired but genuine smile before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close into a hug that said more than words. His shoulders relaxed, the tension easing out of him now that he was home. You inhaled his clean scent, warm skin, and a hint of fresh soap.

“Long day?” you asked softly as you leaned back to search his face, running your fingertips gently along the line of his jaw.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice low and a little rough. “But it’s done.” He sounded resigned but also relieved. His blue eyes drifted to the reflection of the two of you in the mirror across the room, and you saw his gaze settle on his own face. The beard. He’d made some joke before about how he’d shave it off once the run was over, and you’d teased him about it.

This was your moment.

He’d never seen you handle a razor, and honestly, you’d never shaved anyone’s beard before. You were clueless about how to groom someone else—but an idea had been stirring in your mind since before he came home tonight. An image of leaning over him, blade in hand, guiding your touch carefully over his skin. An intimate act of trust.

“So,” you began softly, letting a small smile dance on your lips, “now that the season’s done, are you going to get rid of this?” You gently tugged at a bit of his beard with your fingertips, watching him smirk.

“Oh yeah?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “Thinking it’s time, are we?” His tone was playful, and a little challenge flickered in his eyes.

You took a breath, feigning nonchalance though your heart fluttered at the thought of what you were about to ask. “Well,” you said, a hint of a grin forming, “maybe I can do it? Shave it for you?”

He blinked, surprised. “You want to shave my beard?”

You nodded, letting your palm settle on his chest. “I do. That is… if you trust me.” The words came out quietly, and you felt a blush warming your cheeks. Unskilled as you were, you were willing to learn. As always. 

His lips parted, and for a moment he just looked at you, impressed, amused, and maybe a bit turned on by your offer. He clearly liked the idea. “I guess I can teach you,” he said, his voice softening. “I mean, you’ve never done it before, right?”

You shook your head. “Nope. Totally new territory. But I want to help. It’s been driving you crazy, and you deserve to relax. Let me take care of you.”

His expression gentled at that, and a fondness shone through. “Alright,” he agreed, taking your hand. “Let’s do it.”

A few minutes later, you were in the bathroom. He’d settled onto the edge of the bathtub, a towel draped around his shoulders. You’d prepared warm water, shaving cream, and a fresh blade—items he guided you to fetch from the cabinet. The overhead light cast a warm glow, and the mirror reflected both your anxious anticipation and his patient amusement.

“First,” he said softly, placing a gentle hand over yours as you instinctively reached for the shaving cream too soon. “We need to trim it down before we go at it with a razor.” He nodded toward a small electric shaver on the counter. “Otherwise, it’ll be too tough to handle.”

You hesitated for a moment, heart fluttering at the responsibility he was entrusting you with. Grasping the electric shaver, you flicked it on, the low hum vibrating in your hand. William tilted his chin upward, offering you a better angle. You took a breath and began working through the thicker parts of his beard, guided by his soft murmurs of encouragement—“Just like that,” “A bit closer here,” “Perfect.” Bit by bit, the dense hair gave way to a rough stubble.

When you finished, he caught your hand in his, turning off the shaver. “Now we use the warm towel,” he explained, offering you a folded, damp washcloth. You pressed it against his jaw, feeling the now-shortened stubble prickling beneath the cloth. He closed his eyes and sighed, leaning into your gentle touch as the heat and moisture softened the stubble further.

Next came the shaving cream. Slowly, deliberately, you spread it along his jaw and cheeks, the coolness contrasting with the warmth of his skin. Your fingertips grazed his face, and he watched you through half-lidded eyes, amused by your painstaking concentration. This felt different from anything you’d done together before—which said a lot. And maybe because you were unsure of what you were doing, maybe because this was a new kind of closeness, he seemed almost protective, endeared to the fact that you wanted to take care of him in this quiet, meaningful way.

“Take the razor,” he instructed, his voice low, “and go gently with the grain. Short strokes.”

You nodded, carefully aligning the blade. Your heart pounded with the weight of this trust. This was William Nylander, placing a razor at your disposal against his face. Slowly, you made the first pass, your other hand steadying his chin. He was silent, letting you work, occasionally murmuring a soft “Good” or “Just like that,” as you carefully removed the stubble that had become part of his playoff persona.

And as the hair fell away, you revealed more of the William you knew so intimately—clean lines of his jaw, the softness of his lips becoming more pronounced. You found yourself admiring him anew, and when your eyes met in the mirror, he shot you a tender smile that made your chest warm.

After a few careful minutes, you finished, wiping away excess cream, and patting his face dry. The beard was gone. Instead, he looked younger, relaxed, and undeniably handsome.

Your eyes sparkled with triumph. “There,” you said, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “All done.” Your voice held a note of pride, and he picked up on it, chuckling softly.

William stood, folding the towel before setting it aside. Then, he turned to you, his gaze sweeping over your face. “That was impressive,” he praised, his tone genuine. “You did good.”

You flushed, grinning as you took a step closer. “Well, I had a pretty willing teacher.”

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, appreciative kiss. “Mm,” he murmured as he pulled back, “I think I owe you a proper thank you.”

A current of heat arced between you two. Maybe it was the vulnerability of the moment—his trust, your care—or just the natural tension that always hovered at the edge of your relationship. Without the beard, you felt his lips more clearly, softer, and smoother, and you deepened the kiss, feeling him respond in kind.

His hands found your waist, and you let yourself melt into him. The moment carried the promise of something more than just a shave, more than just a lesson. It was a quiet understanding that now that the playoffs were over, and the beard was gone, something new could take its place. 

Something warm, intimate, and undeniably sexy.

“I think,” he whispered against your mouth, “I should show you how much I appreciate this new skill of yours.” His tone was playful, but laced with desire, and you laughed softly, nodding as his arms tightened around you.

His arms encircled your waist more fully, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the subtle shift of muscle under his shirt, the steady rhythm of his breathing turning a touch heavier now, more charged with want. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, searing kiss that spoke of promises unspoken—of heat, gratitude, and release.

When he pulled back, his eyes were half-lidded, dark with intent. Gently, he reached for your hand, guiding you out of the bathroom and into the soft glow of the bedroom. His free hand trailed along the curve of your spine as you walked, each step punctuated by the quiet hum of the city outside. Behind closed doors, the world shrank to just the two of you.

In the gentle lamplight, he turned to face you. The tension that had been humming between you all night found its voice as he leaned in close again. His mouth hovered near your ear, the faint scent of clean soap and something distinctly William wrapping around you. “You were so careful with me,” he said softly, his tone warm and husky. “So sweet, so patient. Such a good girl.” 

Your breath hitched as his hands slipped under the hem of your shirt, fingertips grazing bare skin. He moved slowly, giving you time to adjust and respond, always so attuned to your comfort and your pace. You gasped softly when he let his lips wander along the line of your neck, tasting the curve of your shoulder. The texture of his now-smooth jaw brushing your skin was a sensual novelty—gone was the roughness of his playoff beard, replaced by a softness that heightened every delicate kiss.

Lifting your chin, you met his gaze, and in that moment, you saw a tenderness that took your breath away. There was desire, yes, but also affection, pride, and something else—a deep-rooted connection that made your heart flutter. You might have been clueless about what you’d done, but the way he’d guided you with such care, had made you feel safe to explore this intensity.

Gently, William began to undress you, pausing frequently to press his mouth to new expanses of skin as they were revealed. Each touch earned a small sigh from your lips, each kiss leaving you a bit more pliant beneath his hands. His voice was low and encouraging, murmuring praise and endearments that made your cheeks burn with pleasure.

Your hands found their way under his shirt, feeling the definition of his body that always caught your eye. He let out a quiet groan when your palms pressed against his bare chest, and you swore you felt his heartbeat pick up speed.

“Remember,” he murmured, voice hoarse as his forehead rested against yours for a moment. “You did this. You made me feel like this.” It was as if he wanted to ensure you knew your power—that your kindness, your care, your new “skill” that he’d teased you about, had lit this spark of closeness now blazing between you.

Your answer was in the tilt of your hips and the way your fingers curled into his hair as you pulled him in for another kiss, deeper this time, your body arching into his. Nothing else mattered now; what mattered was the warmth of his skin, the encouraging hum in his throat, the way he guided your every move with gentle, unspoken instruction. The quiet gasps and sighs that filled the dim room spoke louder than any words could.

In the softness of bedsheets and the subtle glow of the bedside lamp, you welcomed him closer, your naked bodies drawn together by a palpable hunger. His mouth found yours again, and this time there was no hesitancy—only a deep, slow kiss that made your heart stutter and your breath catch. His hand trailed down your body, fingertips grazing sensitive skin and drawing quiet gasps from your lips.

He explored you with a reverence that left you breathless, his every touch considered and precise, as if he were savouring the pure, unfiltered responses he drew from you. Your skin tingled under his fingertips, a slow ignition that he kindled with each careful caress. When he pressed a kiss lower along your abdomen, letting his lips linger as he descended toward your soaked, needy centre, you could feel the subtle tremor in your thighs as desire thrummed through your veins.

And at the first sweep of his tongue against your cunt, you gasped, arching instinctively, unsure if you were urging him closer or simply surrendering to the hot current of pleasure, he ignited within you. His mouth worked with spellbinding patience: soft, teasing licks evolved into deeper strokes, as though he was learning the exact pattern that would make you moan his name. He pressed inside with careful fingers, each gentle thrust and curl coaxing whimpers from your throat and turning your quiet pleas into urgent, breathless cries.

Your whispered “Willy…” sent a low, appreciative hum vibrating through him. The sensation rumbled against your flesh, drawing a choked gasp from your lips. He answered not only with a murmured response, but with the slow, confident rhythm of his entire body, guiding you steadily upwards through spirals of want and need. His movements were indulgent, never rushed—he took his time discovering every sound, every shiver, each subtle shift in your hips that told him where to linger and how to push you higher.

At last, you teetered on that trembling precipice, where pleasure overshadowed all thought and your world narrowed to the flick of his tongue, the press of his fingers, and the irresistible warmth of his breath against your most sensitive flesh. When you finally fell over the edge, it was a sublime, shattering release. Each pulse of climax unfurled like a lingering echo, radiating through every nerve, and he stayed there with you, unhurried and attentive, guiding you through the crest and down the other side. He murmured soft praises against your inner thigh, his voice low and full of pride as you shuddered and sighed, slowly regaining your breath in his arms.

When you had finally caught enough air to open your eyes, he looked up, a satisfied tilt to his lips. “I knew you liked me shaved,” he chuckled darkly, voice still carrying that husky edge, each word rolling out like a new temptation.

You managed a shaky laugh, cheeks flushed, your heartbeat still thudding in your ears. It was disarming to see him like this—so confident and just a little bit smug, that playful glint in his eyes as if he’d uncovered some delicious secret about you. And he had, really. He’d learned exactly how to unravel you, how to break down your uncertainty into pure sensation. The intimacy of shaving him, guiding that blade along his jaw, had been a quiet invitation to trust, and now he’d repaid that trust by showing you how thoroughly he could please you.

Your voice came out softer than you intended. “I wasn’t sure at first,” you admitted, still slightly breathless. “But I think I’m convinced.” Your gaze flickered over him, noting the flush on his neck, the relaxed set of his shoulders.

He pressed a lazy kiss to your belly, his hair brushing your skin. “I’d say you’re more than convinced,” he teased, his voice dipping as he straightened and moved up beside you. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled in closer, still so close that you could feel the warmth of him. He trailed a hand along your arm, fingers grazing the sensitive spots he knew by heart.

The way he looked at you—possessive but tender, amused but grateful—made you blush anew. “You know,” you said softly, your own voice gaining steadiness as the rush of orgasm faded to a warm glow, “I might just have to handle your grooming more often. If this is the thank you, I get…” You left the sentence hanging, a bold hint that even surprised you.

A low growl of appreciation escaped his throat, and he cupped your jaw gently, guiding your lips to his in a slow, indulgent kiss. This one wasn’t about driving you mad or pushing you over any edge. It was about sealing the moment, acknowledging that something unspoken and profound had passed between you.

As he pulled back, he spoke quietly, sincerity softening his tone. “Any time you want to remind me how good we are together… just say the word.” He gave you that crooked grin you adored, the one that crinkled the corners of his eyes and made him look both mischievous and undeniably sweet.

[unconventional-lawnchair]

I'll Look After You: Prologue

Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x Reader / Remus Lupin x Sirius Black

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Summary: the set up for GOF timeline, Harry and reader reunite over the summer, Remus and Sirius as well

Cw: Use of {Y/N}, the Durley's}

Wc- 1909

Taglist- @otterlockholmes @stylesann

“My dearest Harry,

I am sorry it has taken this long. It shouldn't have been more than a week, but you are aware of everything that has happened since I returned home.

The ministry, as I expected, came to me first when they had heard of Sirius Black’s escape from Hogwarts. They have dropped all accusations on behalf of Bartemius Crouch Sr, our Minister. I have been allowed my properties and seized possessions. I am home now, Remus has joined me, and Padfoot is two days out. 

Another thing the Ministry has returned to me, is my title as your godmother. It was reinstated yesterday, and as I am regretful that it took a month, Harry, you will be coming home.

The papers have been sent. I must give you fair warning, Harry, when you return to me, you will also be returning to the {L/N} house hold. Much like the Blacks, we have a reputation. My father, for one, was not too pleased with my involvement with the Potters since day one. I will fight for you, Harry. I will. I do not expect you to bend to the pressure, but I will always hope our relationship is open and honest.

Forever here, {Y/N}”

Home. He was going home. Harry didn't think he had ever smiled so much while at the Dursleys’. 

“You should feel lucky boy. I could have fought it, thirteen years too late if you ask me!” Mr. Dursley huffed from the head of the table, flicking through his newspaper. They had just finished dinner, it was late, and Harry found himself fidgeting. He was packed, he was ready, tonight he was going to start over. With family. People who loved him. “But the sooner you're gone, the better it is for everyone.”

“I agree.” Harry snarked and stood up, leaving Mr. Dursley stunned and blabbering like a fish. Harry wasn't scared anymore. The paperwork was signed yesterday, and in just a few more minutes, you would be here, and you would take him home. 

“No respect! Fed and housed you all this time! Still, you seem to think-” His words were interrupted by a firm knock on the door. Harry lit up and practically dashed off to it, before he slowed to a stop as Petunia stepped in front of him. She looked in the side mirror and made herself presentable, fixing her dress and huffing. Turning to glare at Harry before she opened the door.

…

You were standing on the doorsteps of that same bloody house. Merlin, you always said if you ever saw any of them again it would be too damn soon. You were staring off at the street, until you heard the door finally open.

Turning, you had to hide a wince as you saw Lily's sister. She looked like all those tears did a number on her when she was younger, her face was pinched and tart, like a damned sour sprout from Honeydukes. You smiled sweetly at her, even when she began to shove Harry’s luggage out like it was trash. “Abandoned him for thirteen years, hm? Now you're finally here?”

“Fantastic to see you again as well, Petunia. Haven't aged a day.” You purred with a wink and looked around her. When Harry's eyes landed on yours, you both smiled like absolute fools. You 

opened your arms and Harry squirmed past his aunt with a small, “Excuse me,” before he practically tackled you.

You had a delighted laugh and held him tighter, spinning in a small circle, so distracted by each other Petunia finally gave in with a scoff. Waving you both off. Pulling away you quickly began to fix his clothes and hair, putting his glasses back proper on his face.

“Are you ready?” You asked and began to pick up his things, he quickly moved to help you, grabbing his actual luggage bag as you grabbed his smaller bags, holding Hedwig. 

“Ready.” Harry nodded and you walked down to the street. He stared at you curiously before you waved your hand and suddenly, a large black car pulled up. It seemed more in line with a chauffeur and luxury ride. 

You waved your hand again and the trunk and back doors popped open. You began to load up the back seat and hurried around to help Harry slip his things into the trunk.

Once everything was packed away, you both got in. You looked at him and smiled, he returned it. Looking around once more, you shifted the car’s stick shift, and suddenly, it became as dark as the night outside. Harry gave a laugh and shook his head, you turned to him and tilted your head curiously.

“Just a bout of deja vu.”

~~~  

You drove for a few hours, gliding above the clouds as Harry kept you company with stories of the remaining days at Hogwarts before summer. Eventually, his voice faded into silence. You two enjoyed a bit of quiet, before you asked him if he'd like to listen to some music his mother loved. He lit up as you reached over to the glove box and took out a few cds. 

You turned a few on loop for him, and eventually, you were greeted by his soft snores. You lit up at the sudden squeeze to your chest. So much love ached in you, like this was how it was meant to be. For years now. 

Eventually, you landed in an open field, hidden deep within the thick and vibrant green forests of the Scottish countryside. You were isolated, when you and Sirius were younger, this was the best of both worlds. Space, quiet, away from London, but also full of life and peaceful wonder, a place you thought you'd raise a child one day. Well, you weren't entirely wrong. You were happy to be the one to finally clip Harry free of that horrid house.

You gave a frown as you leaned over and rubbed Harry's shoulder. You hated to wake him.

He snapped his head up and blinked a few times. “We are almost there.” You whispered to him and he glanced around himself in curious and baffled silence. 

“Where are we?” He mumbled. You suddenly laughed, remembering all that Harry could see was the thick forest around you. “Sorry, Harry. We are going to 1 Grindlebay coast.” You whispered and stared at him, as you watched his eyes snapped open wide.

For him, the trees before you sunk below, to the ground and completely out of view. the ones that lined the entrance curved and bent, until their branches threaded together in a nature made entrance. Gravel and thick cobblestone shot from the dirt and created a path, one you began to drive down.

Eventually, you made it to a huge open property, with a single cottage right by the path, entrapping you between thick dense trees and the cobbled gate around the small yard. 

He was slack jawed, turning to you and you couldn't help but laugh. “Grand, isn't it? Even with something so simple, Sirius still insisted on something remarkable.” You mumbled and looked at the door. 

There was Lupin, standing with Sirius. Harry noticed them and began to hurry out of the car. You climbed out of it yourself. Leaning over the trunk to watch as Harry ran to Sirius and Black hugged him just as tight back. Lupin was going to come help you with the bags, before Sirius yanked him into the hug as well. You felt like you could melt, just watching your boys greet each other.

“You know, it's very impolite to let a lady carry your things in for you, Harry.” Remus teased and Harry quickly pulled away to watch as you waved your wand and his things began to unpack from the car and float to the door. Sirius jumped to the side and laughed, having been standing in the path. You walked over and smirked at him. 

“Planning to concuss me, hm?” Sirius mused and you rolled your eyes. “I've tried too many times to think it's still possible, Black.”

“What's that mean, pretty girl?”

“It means-” You paused and pointed at him. “Don't call me that. It means, in order to concuss you, you'd have to have a brain up there for it to work. I think Quidditch did you and James a misfortune in that regard.”

Your heart hurts a bit. Not hearing James’ signature offended gasp, and Lily's condescending and playful coos for his pride.

Remus watched your banter and couldn't help but smile. Harry gave a bright smile as well.

Sirius rolled his eyes fondly. You took him in, the week away did him good. He was cleaned up, shaven, and looked much more managed. “Though, it never did do away with your grooming habits, did it?” You reached forward and fiddled with his hair a moment before turning his shoulder to push him inside.

You turned to Remus and Harry next, gesturing them in. “Come on then, you need to get settled, Remus, can you show him to his room?”

Remus nodded and clapped his hand to Harry’s shoulder. “Right we go, Harry.” 

The exterior made the house seem little more than a single room, but much like a tent when you walked inside it quickly grew in size. You and Sirius had charmed it after it temporarily became one of you and your friends' many safe houses. When you were still all together.

It was two stories, with a cozy feel to it. Remus led him down the hall and up the stairs which was where the guest rooms were. 

You watched them wonder off before you turned to Sirius with a small patient smile. “Where are your things?” 

“I uhm.. put them in the spare room down the hall from our- from yours.” He corrected himself and your face fell a bit. You didn't want to say it, but you did feel a bit nervous about what Sirius would want when he returned. You didn't know what you expected. You were no longer engaged. You were the one who gave the ring back. You were the one with the idea to call it off. You were the one who wanted more than he was willing to give. You just figured, maybe, he was ready to let his pride away and admit to you that there was more to it then just Remus that made him not want to continue. You shook the thought away. 

Emotions were bothersome.

“Well, Sirius. I looked over what I could salvage from the years, plenty of your clothes still in the old room. Then we can look into getting you and Harry some new summer clothes.” You mused with a wave of your hand. He gave you a thinned smile, nodded before he turned to stray further into the house. 

They left you with your thoughts, you could hear Harry and Remus’s voices from above you, fought back the urge to join them. Turning to walk into the living room. Looking around at all the photos and evidence of life. Everything is still like you left it all those years ago. Waving your wand to straighten everything. You have done several cleaning spells, but it didn't save the discolored furniture and foggy photographs half eaten by the moths. Then you remembered. The photo album. You had a treat for Harry once he was settled.

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To Be Loved, Is To Be Saved

Hongjoong x (fem)reader

WC:13.2k

Warnings:manipulation, fake religion, false gods, violence, abuse, harassment, creepy men, bad language, talk of trauma

Disclaimer: in no way am I trying to say that any /REAL/ religions are bad or hurtful in any way. This is purely fiction and something that I made up. Please do not take offence.

Synopsis: You stumble into Hongjoongs life, just as your own is getting too much. He’s everything you’ve been told is a sin. Turns out, it’s exactly what you need.

“And what can I do for you today pretty?” Those words stuck to your mind like hot glue. His nails tapped against the wooden counter, the ring finger painted a scratchy black. Snake bites were reflecting the dull lighting and moving with the way his lips pressed together. Taking a deep breath, you clasped your hands together and looked at the male anxiously.

“I’d like a lip piercing. Please.” You added on quickly, not wanting to seem rude. He hummed, dragging his finger along the price list and explaining each one. Though, you weren’t listening, fully mesmerised by the man before you. He was so different from anyone you knew. Arms inked up, hair split in two and rings adorning most of his fingers. Truly, you thought he was so cool. Noticing your look, he chuckled and leant forward.

“Where do you want it sweets?” Blushing heavily, you pointed to the left side of your lip. The man pulled out a form, handing you a pen to sign it. Once that was done, he gave it a stamp then looked at the time.

“Well, Wooyoung is just with a client right now. So, it’ll be about ten minutes.” He explained, pulling out a stand with different jewellery displayed.

“You can either get a ring or a stud. We have gold, silver or steel.” Looking over them closely, you felt yourself pouting slightly before standing straight again.

“Like yours…” he grinned at your response.

“Black steel hm? You have good taste, sweets.” Again, you blushed, quickly pulling your card out to pay.

“That’s just fifteen.” The man let you know, getting the card machine ready. Meanwhile, you were confused and, after taking another look at the price list, you frowned.

“What? No it should be more right?”

“Hm, can’t I give a pretty girl a discount?” He asked, tilting his head with a witty smile. You stood there, cheeks glowing in disbelief whilst he chuckled. Taking your card, he tapped it for you then flipped it quickly.

“So, (y/n)..” gaining the information of your name, he gave it back, “Like I said, it’ll be a minute, wooyoung takes forever.” He rolled his eyes playfully, muttering something about him being a flirt.

“What’s your name?” You questioned shyly, playing with the tips of your acrylic nails.

“Hongjoong.” He spoke, resting his elbows on the marbled, wooden surface. It suited him, you thought whilst checking the time on your phone.

“Wow, I haven’t seen a phone like that in years.” Hongjoong scoffed, observing its chipped screen. You shifted awkwardly, shoving it back into your bag.

“Yeah, it’s my dad’s old Nokia.” You admitted, leaving out the part that you had, in fact, taken it without permission. In fact, you were in the tattoo studio without permission. If your parents knew you were there, you’d be sent for a review by their pastor. And the thought of that made you shiver. Sensing something was off, hongjoong cleared his throat.

“You good, sweets?” All you did was give a brisk nod.

“I’m guessing your parents are quite old fashioned huh?” Pursing your lips, you shrugged slightly and subconsciously dug your nails into your palm.

“You could say that.” Truth be told, it wasn’t that at all. But you doubted a stranger wanted to know of your recent woes. A door opened to the left of you and out came a man with longer, black hair. He waved off a customer then turned to you expectantly. It must have been wooyoung, he looked almost too friendly. Before hongjoong could say anything, you looked at him almost scared.

“Could you do it?” Even though your voice was quiet, he heard you loud and clear. A smile grew on his face, as he instantly ducked under the counter.

“Woo, you hold the front. I got this.” He grinned again, earning a salut from wooyoung who moved to the desk. Placing his hand on your lower back, hongjoong lead you into the sterile room and locked it behind the both of you.

“If you could just hop up on there.” He motioned to the hospital style bed, covered by a fresh paper towel. The room smelt of a bleach like substance, the walls a stark white and a mirror on the back of the door. To the side, there was a basin, with a counter that hongjoong was busy getting everything ready on. Now you were trembling slightly, hoisting yourself onto the bed and letting your legs swing. Hongjoong had begun speaking, but you weren’t listening. All you could focus on, was the needle lying still in its packaging.

“-then you’ll feel…hey, (y/n)?” Seeing the look on your face, he stopped and turned to you. Gently, he took hold of your hand. You snapped your head in his direction, eyes wide and hardly blinking. He smiled softly.

“Nervous huh?” Again, you nod.

“I only have my ears pierced. Will it hurt?” Your voice was so low and quiet. It was obvious you were really scared of the needle. You just prayed he wouldn’t laugh at you. Instead, he simpered.

“It’s honestly just a scratch. Won’t hurt one bit.”

“You promise?” You asked doubtfully.

“I do. And hey, if it does, I’ll give you a hug ok?” Even though his deal was an odd one, you nod and shook his hand. He took his pen, tilting your chin and dotting the under part of your lip with precision. Catching your eye, he smiled warmly.

“How about you close your eyes?” He suggested and you shut them tightly almost instantly. It made him chuckle, carefully placing the clamp on your lip. Sensing it was about to happen, you felt yourself go stiff.

“Relax yourself for me pretty. That way it’ll be less painful okay?” Hongjoong explained, waiting for your shoulders to ease up. Taking a deep breath, you slowly relaxed.

“That’s it, good girl.” Your heart fluttered with his praise, hardly catching the way he was counting down. Then, suddenly, you felt a slight sting then, nothing. He was quick to push the jewellery through and step back.

“All done for you, sweetheart.” You slowly opened your eyes, looking in the mirror and smiling brightly. He was right, it didn’t hurt at all. Though, you were almost tempted to pretend it did. A hug did sound nice.

“Didn’t hurt right?” And there it was, his promising words. Turning to him, you decided against lying. He was probably only joking anyway.

“No it was fine…” you grinned, allowing him to help you off the table and out of the room.

“So uh, does that phone work enough to text?” hongjoong suddenly asked, smiling at your surprised face. Nodding quickly, you handed it to him and watched as he put his number in there.

“If you ever wanna hang out, I’m free at the weekends.” You blushed at his suggestion, humming in understanding. Once you had collected your ointment, You waved goodbye and braced yourself for what was to come at home.

———

It went exactly as you knew it would. Sitting in your bare room, you pulled your knees up to your chest and hugged them tightly. Your body shook slightly, heart pounding and ears pulsing from all the screaming. Throat now dry, you swallowed thickly and dugs your nails into the flesh of your legs. Why did they have to change so much? If it wasn’t for that stupid man, your parents would still be like their old selves. So loving and nurturing. Your father saw you as his pride and joy, his little girl. He’d take you to the moon and back if you needed. And your mother, your biggest supporter. There for you no matter what. But that was all gone now. Sniffling, your hand shook as you pulled out your phone and clicked down to your new contact. Ignoring your bloodied knuckles, you sat there for a good few minutes, trying to figure out what to text. Was there even any point in texting? Surely he didn’t want to be bothered. Then again, he obviously had given you his number for a reason. So, against your better judgement, you began typing.

You: thank you for doing my piercing today :)

Short and sweet, but a good start.

Hongjoong: I’m hoping this is (y/n) and not the greasy biker I gave a nose piercing to?

You: yes yes. It’s me, sorry.

Biting back a giggle, you mentally scolded yourself for not even dropping an introduction in there.

Hongjoong: it’s good to hear from you sweets, I was beginning to think you wouldn’t text.

Had he been waiting for you to message him? The thought made you blush, rushing to text back honestly.

You: sorry, I didn’t want to seem weird.

Hongjoong: weird? Why would it be? I’m very happy you did, has anyone seen your lip?

You: my parents.

Hongjoong: tough crowd I’m guessing?

You: yes.

Hongjoong: well, if it means anything to you, I think it looks really good on you.

Heat rushed to your cheeks, eyes scanning the message repeatedly. A giggle slipped past your lips, hardly noticing you hadn’t replied.

Hongjoong: hope I haven’t scared you off.

You: oh no I’m sorry! Thank you :)

Hongjoong: no need to thank me sweets ▪️

Your brows furrowed as you stared at the block square, seemingly punctuating his sentence.

You: what’s that square?

Hongjoong: oh yeah, I forgot your phone was from the Middle Ages. It’s an emoji.

You: hey! It’s not that old!

Hongjoong: you’re cute.

Again, you blushed a smile gracing your lips. No one had ever been so nice to you, not for a long time. It warmed your heart. But on the other hand, you could hardly fathom that any of them were true. Maybe he was just messing with you? Though, he seemed so genuine.

Hongjoong: I was wondering if you’re busy on Saturday?

Glancing at the grey, pixilated text, you frowned now. Saturdays meant community lunch. You hated it. All the people from the community would gather for a fancy meal. They discussed various, controversial topics that always made you so uncomfortable. The chance to finally miss it, was definitely not escaping you.

You: I usually am, but I can be free.

Hongjoong: wow, I feel lucky. Well, how about we meet up in the park?

You: sure thing, what time?

Hongjoong: how about 12.

———

Taking one final look in the mirror, you worried your outfit was either too much or too weird. You knew your parents didn’t approve of your style. But you had managed to save enough to buy a few cute items. This included the black, plaid skirt you were wearing that day, and the grey tight fitted turtle neck. As of recent, you’d always had to opt for a long sleeves because of your parents. Them and the dumb “pastor”, if you could even call him that. He was a manic in your eyes. Just an average man with outlandish views and a convincing glint in his eye’s. Either way, you tied up the laces of your boots and grabbed your bag, then headed downstairs.

“Skipping on the dinner are we?” Your father caught your attention, making you turn to him slowly. He was having his bow tie done by your mother. Since joining this “organised religion”, she’d become almost like a maid to him. All you did was nod at him, taking in their overly formal attire. The pastor did live in a mansion, but still, it was too much.

“Of course you are, such a pity. To waste your youthful soul.” Your mother sighed out in disappointment. She stepped back and looked you up and down with a shake of her head. “What has happened to my little girl? You look so unholy.” The woman barely knew the meaning of that word. Still, you shrunk back and just shrugged, turning to leave. Except, your father gripped your arm, twisting you back painfully.

“Answer your mother, stupid girl.” He spat with anger. Knowing to keep calm, you took a deep breath and slowly moved away, bowing your head.

“I’m sorry. Mother, father. But I’m going out today. If you could excuse me.” Without waiting, you headed for the door briskly, not missing their snide remarks. You knew what they thought of you, it hurt too. But what could you do? They’d been fully corrupted.

It was light out, few clouds dotting the pastel sky. You loved the end of spring. That calm, early may breeze brought you out more. Even if you usually only sat in your garden. Coming to the park chosen by hongjoong, you made your way to the centre, where a large, stone water fountain sat. It was very old, a few chips here and there, mossy patches in various places. Yet it was pretty, unique and oddly serene. You took a seat on the edge, gazing down at all the loose pennies tossed in by wishing hopefuls. Sometimes you wished you could be so open minded, yet you felt trapped in your sorry life. Clear water was falling from the decorative points at the top, creating a peaceful sound that filled the surrounding area. You were grateful to be there, even if you thought the boy wouldn’t show up. Why would he? In your mind, it was hard to believe. Your parents told you that no one would want to be associated with a girl of your kind. Making you sound as though you were a sinner. In their eyes you were.

“Well, hello pretty.” Jumping, you let out a slight squeak and turned to find hongjoong. He chuckled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He was smiling, still looking as cool as the other day. Wearing a crumpled band T-shirt, ripped jeans, combat boots and an oversized hoodie. You were jealous.

“That’s okay, I was distracted.” You admitted shyly, standing yourself up to face him. He hummed, glancing up at the fountain.

“It’s lovely here, huh?” Hongjoong said, taking in his surrounding before focusing back on you. You nod, toying with the hem of your skirt. He simpered, watching your fidgeting fondly. “So I was thinking we could get ice cream?” He suggested, stuffing his hands into his pockets. You perked up, looking at him hopefully.

“That sounds great!” Realising how eager you may have sounded, you stepped back and pressed your lips together.“Sorry, I mean, yeah that’s a nice idea.” Hongjoong looked down at you and scoffed lightly.

“Why are you apologising sweets? Come on, let’s go, I know a good place.” He grinned, turning on his heel with you following shortly after. The walk to the pallor didn’t take long at all. And on your journey hongjoong spoke to you about his week at work, and all the odd clients he’d served.

“We even had an old lady come to get a more…intimate piercing. But wooyoung did that thankfully.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his stories, already feeling more relaxed than before. It was strange how quickly you’d began to forget your troubles around him. Acting more like yourself than you had in years.

“But see, woo is such a flirt. He can flirt his way through any appointment. Which is why I’m glad I got to do yours.” Hongjoong explained, glancing at you. Confused you looked back up at him.

“Why? He wouldn’t flirt with me, would he?”

“Of course he would. He does it to everyone. But he’s ten times worse with pretty girls.” He let you know, stopping in front of a small shop.

“What’s that got to do with me?” You asked, looking up at the pink and brown canopy fondly. Hongjoong frowned a little, placing a tentative hand on your shoulder.

“Everything.” He stated, leading you inside briskly so you couldn’t ask anymore. You were greeted by pastel pink walls, littered with retro ice cream posters and neon signs. There were a few wooden tables and chairs, only one being occupied by two elderly women. At the top of the store was a glass fridge, containing over twenty different flavours of both ice cream, and sorbets. Hongjoong walked to the cash desk, looking over the options without much thought.

“What are you thinking?” He questioned, watching as your eyes wondered the casing. It was a tough one. There was too many.

“I really don’t know. What about you?” Looking at the taller, he hummed pointing at a colourful tub.

“Probably sherbet and cherry.” He said, clearly having been there before. You couldn’t help the small pout on your lips.

“Two flavours?”

“Yeah of course. Get whichever you want.” Something about the way he spoke made you feel at ease, smiling as you decided.

“Then I’ll get chocolate chip and raspberry.” pulling out your card, hongjoong gently pushed your hand down and both ordered, and paid before you could protest. He smiled, collecting your cones off the worker and sitting at one of the tables in the window.

“I could have paid, don’t wanna be a burden you know?” You sat opposite and carefully took your ice cream from the male. He observed you for a moment, taking a small bite of his own treat.

“A burden. I asked you on a date, it’s hardly-“

“This is a date?!” You cut him off, eyes wide in surprise. Hongjoong scoffed and laughed.

“Well yeah, I hope so. That was my intention. But if you don’t want that, then that’s fine too.” You blushed, listening to him. He wanted it to be a date?

“No I do I just…I’ve never been on a date before and I didn’t think anyone would you know, ever ask me. But I do…” you rambled slightly, busying yourself with the ice cream. Hongjoong never took his eyes off you, tilting his head to watch your flustered actions.

“I’m flattered, to be your first date. I find it hard to believe that you’ve never been on one though.” He let you know, taking more bites which you found odd. Did his teeth not hurt? Either way, you responded.

“Why?”

“Well, you’re probably the prettiest girl who’s ever walked into my shop.” He said nonchalantly, not expecting you to choke on a chocolate chip. Your cheeks felt hot, quickly covering your mouth.

“You’re too kind hongjoong. I highly doubt that. But thank you.” You laughed a bit, trying to calm yourself down from his unexpected compliment. Hongjoong frowned, not liking your dismissal of what he was saying. You saw this and looked at him with worry and decided to carry on speaking.

“Well Uhm, I actually have been asked out before. But I said no.”

“Oh? Why?” He leant forward, clearly interested.

“Because, the guy is a creep I can’t lie.” You both laughed at this, him still deep in thought. It was as if he was trying to work you out, figure out what was beneath the surface.

“How so?” Oh no. You had two choices. Be honest and risk him thinking you were from a family of freaks. Or lie. Though, you hated lying. With a sigh, you turned your head away.

“He’s the son of a pastor. And his dad is even worse.” You admitted, biting into the slightly soggy cone you were holding still. Hongjoong bobbed his head slowly.

“You’re religious?”

“No. Not at all.” You clarified fast, horrified at the thought of being part of that. Humming, the man decided to brush it off and started asking more simple questing. Favourite colour. Favourite music. Just the basics so you could really get to know each other. The conversation flowed naturally, like you had known each other for years.

The sun was beginning to set, wind picking up slightly and making leaves twirl through the air. Hongjoong walked beside you, both going at a leisurely pace.

“Do you like being out at night?” He asked, hands tucked away in his pockets. You nod at him with a smile, feeling a lot more free than you had in a long while. The man watched you with a soft look in his eyes. Spotting a bench beneath a street lamp, he took your arm and pulled you to sit down.

“So, would you like to go out with me again?” You could feel the nerves radiating off of him and smiled to yourself.

“I’d like that a lot yeah.” The way his eyes lit up almost made you blush, it was strange seeing someone genuinely want to spend their time on you.

“You can pick our next date then.” Hongjoong chuckled, watching the panic take over as you wracked your brain for ideas. What would make a good date? You had no clue?

“I don’t..I’m not-“

“Hey relax…” Hongjoong simpered, moving closer and placing a hand on your thigh comfortingly. All you did was blush more at this.

“You can text me, there’s no pressure. Anything you want. Even if that’s just…sitting here again. I don’t mind.” His compassion made your heart beat erratic.

“Coffee?” You mustered up, thinking of your favourite downtown cafe. His snakebites reflected off of the streetlight, that infectious smile resurfacing.

“Yeah I’d love to get coffee with you. Is there cake?” His question made you giggle, nodding your head in confirmation. He laughed along with you, rubbing your leg in effort of creating a bit of warmth.

“Let me walk you home?” He offered, and who were you to refuse?

——————

The floors were white, the ceiling tiles were white, the shelves, railings, hangers. Everything was white. The clothes that lined this section of the store, were indeed also white. It was starting to hurt your eyes. Even so, you had no choice but to be there. Like a zombie, you followed the grisly, old lady you’d come to know as Elder Candace around the aisles. Her heels clicked against the ground almost piercingly, the noise making your teeth catch your lip ring, in efforts of a distraction.

“Are you even listening to me child?” Candaces’ squeaky voice brought you from your mind, your eyes coming to meet hers. She shook her head with a privileged huff. You thought of how funny you must have looked with this group of women. Dressed far too formal, in pearly long dresses and their stilettos. Whilst there you were, short black skirt paired with a plain black T-shirt, a grey cardigan and your boots as per usual. You almost smiled, feeling like everyone’s stereotype of the family disappointment.

“Not really no.” You mumbled in response, at least deciding to be honest with the old lady. She stopped, along with all her little minions, turning around glaring down at you.

“Then pay attention, we’re here to help you see our lords vision. His ways are the key to our future in the promise land.” As she repeated her holy script, you felt nauseas. Oh how you wished you could have met with hongjoong that day. Initially, after waking up that morning, you had tried to call him to see if he wanted to go and get breakfast. The coffee date had gone so well, you had stayed out well into the night and lost count on the amount of caffeine you’d had. In his company, you felt one hundred percent yourself. Since then you’d text all the time, you even went and met him on his lunch break most days. Wooyoung had started teasing you both, yet you found it flattering. However your mother was in your room, taking your phone and forcing you out with Elder Candace. Speaking of her, she had continued to look through the clothes, trying to find you something they deemed holy. The store was empty, yet you still felt hot and bothered. Probably due to the fact you were hungry, thirsty and extremely on edge. You knew at any moment these women could lash out at you. Using their “religion” as an explanation to be violent, and using your “demonic” looks as an excuse. Though, the thought of them seeing hongjoong, imagining their scared faces made you smile to yourself. He was everything they despised. Tattooed, confident, black and white hair, had the guts to show uniqueness and personality. The women would probably scream at him. So distracted by your funny scenario, you weren’t watching where you were going and walked straight into one of the clothing racks. It twisted awkwardly and fell into an unsuspecting you man holding a baby grow. Now panicked, you quickly bowed your head.

“I’m so, so sorry.” You apologised, wasting no time in crouching and picking up the items hastily.

“Hey it’s okay, don’t worry.” The male smiled at you kindly, helping to pick up the ugly, white clothes and hang them back up. He had longish black hair framing his well structured face. You thought it was pretty, noticing some was pulled back into a pony tail.

“Still, I should have been paying more attention.” Guilt was clear in your tone, your hands clasping together. The tall man simply shook his head, but before he could speak you felt a bony hand grip at your arm.

“(Y/n). Get away from this man. He is not one of us, he is one for the devil with those aesthetics.” She spat out, giving the poor boy a look so cold you thought it might freeze him. Even though he looked unfazed, your stomach twisted awfully. With her hold on you tightening, she yanked you away harshly.

“You’re never going to become pure! You evil little cretin. Im going to file a report for this, talking to a man. Are you a whore?” You were completely taken aback by her outburst, swallowing down your emotions with difficulty. You didn’t want to be there, you wanted to scream and run, yet you felt there would be no use.

“No i ju-“

“Enough! I didn’t want to believe it but your mother is right! You’re a traitor to our saviour. Dressed like a fiend, with your spiked lip and your inappropriate clothes.” Candace had a look in her eye that made you shiver and shrink back. Though her hold on you meant you couldn’t even move an inch. “You’ll be damned to the burning depths for all your sins, imagine how betrayed your parents are going to be! You filthy littl-“

“(Y/n)?” Candace froze, stopping mid-sentence to look passed you. Her eyes widened in horror and you felt as though all of your prayers had been answered. Turning around, relief flooded your veins upon seeing Hongjoong. He stood there, eyes piercing into the woman holding you like a hostage.

“Get away from here boy, this is none of your concern.” Candace tried to sound authoritative, but there was a shake in her voice that couldn’t be missed. He raised a brow at her, looking her up and down with a grimace. Letting out a breath, hongjoong looked at you and held out his hand.

“Come on.” The simple demand was easy to want to follow, and maybe he really did scare her, because Candace let you slip away easily. You waisted no time in taking hold of his hand, relaxing as Hongjoong pulled you into his embrace. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you buried your face into his shoulder, basking in the security he provided. Meanwhile, he continued to stare at the gang you were with, watching as they scurried off almost comically. Once they had dispersed, he enclosed his arms around your waist protectively and sighed.

“Are you okay?” His voice was gentle, a hand moving up and down your back. All you could do was nod, not wanting to let go.

“I told you it was her.” That voice. Glancing up, you saw the man you had bumped into earlier.

“(Y/n), this is Seonghwa, my close friend. He said he bumped into you before and well, said you looked like you were in trouble.” Hongjoong explained, keeping a hand on your waist. You’d never felt so grateful for embarrassing yourself before.

“Thank you.” You uttered, giving them both a small smile.

“Come on, let’s get out of this weird place.” Hongjoong moved to hold your hand, heading for the exit without a second thought.

Sugar melted into your tea within a second, as you stirred the spoon around the red mug slowly. The cafe was quiet, only a few people coming in and out. To your left, Hongjoong sat with his iced Americano . Opposite sat Seonghwa, sharing a few worried looks with his friend. You weren’t really saying anything.

“Who was that woman?” Hongjoong asked, hoping for you to open up to him.

“I have to call her Elder Candace. She’s a disciple.” You replied, eyeing up the muffin that was kindly bought for you.

“Is this the same religion you told me about?” You nod to hongjoongs question.

“Yeah, I mean, she’s just a crazy old lady really. But he’s filled her head with all his spiel. And she really believes everything he says.” They listened to you intently.

“Sorry, what?” Seonghwa was right to voice his confusion, making you sit straight.

“About five years ago, my grandmother passed away, she was in hospital with a chronic illness and she couldn’t hold on any longer. My mother was heartbroken, of course, and my parents decided to relocate and start fresh. Here.” They gave you a sympathetic look. “We’ve never been a religious family, never been to church or prayed. Never. Though my mother was struggling and my dad wanted an outlet for her. That’s when he found this website…” you trailed off, remembering everything in detail.

“It was simply called ‘FaithsKey’, with a stupid little tagline. It’s something like ‘helping you find the key to faith and the glorious promised land’. But my dad was drawn in by the comments, everyone apparently seemed happy. And that’s what he wanted for my mum.” Hongjoong moved a bit closer, slipping his hand onto your knee comfortingly. Leaning back in your seat, you looked down at his hand and admired his rings. You couldn’t help but to toy with them as you continued. “So they joined the site. It was a slow integration. I barely noticed at first. They would go one Friday a month to his speeches. Then every two weeks. Then every Friday. Until it became a regular thing. I’d be alone more and more. I was confused. I didn’t know where they were or what they were doing.” You glanced between the men, hongjoong lacing your fingers together. Seonghwa rested his elbows on the table, giving you tight lipped smile.

“Then one day, they pulled me out of school, told me that it would corrupt my pure soul. They started homeschooling me with one of his schemes. It was all nonsense. No maths. No science. Teachings about purity and how to achieve the most pure mind and status. I hated it. And I told them that. That’s when everything really changed…”

“What do you mean?” Hongjoong pressed, thumb running across your knuckles soothingly. You looked at him, lips slightly downturned.

“My father slapped me. After hearing that I hated the program and wanted to return to a normal college, he hit me. He told me I was a disgrace, that I was betraying them and failing the one true path to purity. Then that never stopped.” You could almost see Hongjoongs heart drop to his stomach, his hand tightening in yours. “They took away my phone, my laptop. They forced me to every meeting and every event. The community lunches every Saturday. The galas every six months. It was torture. But when I turned twenty they let up a bit. I have a bit more freedom now. Though I had to steal an old phone.” You also laughed at how ridiculous the truth was. But the men weren’t laughing. Instead, hongjoong pulled you into his chest, an arm around your shoulders steadily. You rested your head against him, letting out a shallow breath.

“Who is this man?” Seonghwa spoke up, voice bitter.

“I don’t know his real name, they call him the saviour. Or sometimes even the lord. It’s not like they’re praying to god. They pray to him. It’s sick. I’m not and never will be religious but even so, it’s wrong. And he’s raising his son to be his prodigy, the next best thing.” This just left the pair with more questions.

“Is this the same son who asked you on a date?” Glancing up at Hongjoong, you nod shortly recalling the events of that day and shivering. Subconsciously, you shuffled closer to the man holding you.

“I say asked, he more demanded. As did my parents. It was a big thing. They’re desperate for me to be a part of it, to give my soul to them.” Becoming more annoyed, hongjoong shook his head.

“How can you put up with that?”

“I had nowhere to go. No one to run to. I’ve just been on my own for the past few years. It feels like I really lost my parents the day they went to that first meeting. I miss them.” Tears began to cloud your vision, and you desperately tried to blink them away, yet it was useless. All you wanted was to feel wanted once again. Hongjoong lifted his hand, softly turning your face into his chest, as if to shield from the world around you. Keeping his hand on the back of your head, he pet your hair affectionately.

“It’s okay, you have us now. You can relax. I’m not going to let them keep hurting you, I promise.” Somehow, you actually found yourself believing him. His voice was like honey. “Are you family at home right now?” He asked, wiping your cheeks softly. You shook your head, sniffling slightly. “How about we head to your house, pack a bag of your things, then you can stay with me for a while?” Hongjoong suggested,

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, I don’t really like the idea of you being there. Not after everything you just said.” His words were certain, already having made up his mind. You felt the weight fall off your shoulders in an instant.

“But won’t I be in the way?” You worried, even if you loved the idea, you wanted to feel reassured.

“No absolutely not.”

“Trust me, his house is massive.” Seonghwa boasted happily, causing the shorter to roll his eyes half heartedly.

“I don’t think she meant physically in the way, hwa.” You giggled at them, picking up your mug once again.

“Oh! This means you have to come tomorrow night!” You looked across at Seonghwa confused. “Ah, it’s mine and my fiancés baby shower! We’re hosting a little get together.” He explained, eyes filled with pure joy.

“Oh so that’s why you were in that store?” You realised, earning a nod back from them back.

“I’d love to go.” They seemed pleased with your answer.

“Let’s go before your family get home then.”

———

It was strange, seeing Hongjoong in your bedroom, picking up your various hello kitty plushies. You smiled, packing a duffle bag up with essentials.

“Don’t worry too much, we can go clothes shopping tomorrow.” Hongjoong reassured, taking the bag frown your hands. “Bring some of the plushies. They’re cute.” He decided, watching you scramble to pick a few up.

His house was massive, Seonghwa wasn’t joking. You stared wide eyed at the building, mouth agape. A vintage, blank and White House. With pillars at the entrance and many French windows.

“Are you rich?” You asked, following Hongjoong into his home. More in amazement than anything. He chuckled, leading you up a centre staircase. It was dark but beautifully decorated, the floors a dark wood and the wails painted cream; with different pieces of art hung up.

“Why? Do you want a sugar daddy?” Hongjoong joked, leading you along the dimly lit corridor. You hummed in amusement.

“Only if it’s you.” Your comment caught him off guard, causing him to pause and look at you. His cheeks were flushed, a half laugh passing his pierced lips. Shaking his head, Hongjoong pushed open a door.

“After you, pretty.” Giggling, you slipped in past him.

“This is my room.” He let you know, following behind you. It suited him, you thought whilst walking around. With a king sized bed, that had a mahogany frame and navy sheets. The walls were black, with a white skirting board and a few signed posters hung up precisely. All the furniture matched, the drawers and built in wardrobe the same shade as the bed frame. In the corner of the room sat a guitar and leather sofa. Opposite his bed, a large flatscreen TV. There was a fluffy throw at the end of his bed, plus unlit candles along his dresser.

“It’s really nice, tidy.” You commented, spinning on your heel to face Hongjoong. “Where will I stay?” You asked timidly, his face dropping slightly. He took a step closer, letting your bag sit at the foot of his bed. Taking your hands in his own, Hongjoong looked at you sheepishly.

“Well, I thought you could stay in here. With me?” He suggested with a nervous timbre. Usually so confident, it warmed your heart to see him more vulnerable.

“Really? You don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind in the slightest. I want you to, if I’m being honest.” He grinned, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. “Now, how do you feel about having a cosy, little movie night?”

“I’d love that.” You simpered, shivering lightly. Hongjoong moved across the room, pulling out a sweatshirt from his wardrobe.

“You can wear this, the bathroom is just through there okay?” He pet your hair affectionately before heading downstairs.

After freshening up in his en suite, you put on his sweatshirt and smiled to yourself in the mirror. It was big on you, and very soft inside. You folded your clothes neatly, walking out of the bathroom and putting them in your bag. Spotting a lighter on the bedside table, you took it and carefully lit the candles in the room. They were apple scented, a nice surprise. The wicks crackled away, some nearly burnt out. You just thought that made it smell better. The whole room smelt comforting though, a mix of smoke and cologne, now with apples too. Hoisting yourself up onto the bed, you looked around happily. You wandered if it was considered rude to light the candles. Or if it would be rude to turn on the Tv.

“You look cute.” Hongjoong suddenly appeared in the door, having changed into a pair of sweats and a vest. His tattoos were more visible now, black ink looking too good on his tanned skin. He strolled over casually, taking place on the bed beside you. Noticing how rigid you were, he laughed a little. “Relax, (y/n). Get comfy okay?” Hongjoong helped you under the duvet, propping the pillows up for you.

“I lit the candles, is that okay?” You gazed up at him, his eyes already on you. He leered, getting under the cover and pulling you into his chest.

“Of course it is. You can do whatever you like here.” You simpered, nuzzling against him naturally. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

“Whatever I want?” You asked, peering up at him with big eyes. Hongjoong stared down at you, throat bobbing. Sadly though, your phone began blaring out its ringtone, ruining your happy moment. With a groan, you reached over to get it and instantly frowned.

“It’s my dad.” You said, unsure of what to do. Hongjoong took the old device from you, ending the incoming call. There were hundreds of missed calls and texts, they were after you.

“You don’t have to contact them anymore, okay? In fact,” he started, opening his drawer and pulling out a box before handing it to you. “I got you this.” Hongjoong looked at you proudly. Taking the box, you gasped upon seeing the newest iPhone.

“Hongjoong this is so expensive!” You gaped, looking up at him in shock. He just smirked cockily, giving you a shrug.

“Money doesn’t matter, I want to be able to text you normally.” He jabbed, poking your waist. Feigning offence, you scoffed.

“Was my brick not good enough for you?” You questioned sassily. Hongjoong moved towards you, cupping your cheek.

“No actually. It wasn’t. You deserve the best.” Face red, you looked at him bashful, unsure of how to act. He tilted his head, inching forward ever so slightly. As much as your heart was racing, you couldn’t pull away, enjoying the closeness. His eyes searched your face, landing on your lips like a target. Tentatively, Hongjoong closed the gap and pressed your lips together softly. Time slowed as he kissed you, your arms subconsciously winding around his neck. Finding yourself instinctively getting closer to him, his hand trailed down to your waist as you parted.

“Was that okay?” He questioned quietly, thumbing your side soothingly. You nod with shy smile, toying with the hair at the base of his neck. Hongjoong smirked lightly, brining you against his chest. There was a shared warmth between you, a real, true element of finally belonging.

———

Just as he’d promised, Hongjoong took you shopping the very next morning. He was far more eager than you’d expected, excitedly pulling you into all his favourite alt shops. Not that you were complaining, it was great to finally shop for exactly what you wanted.

“Hongjoong I have six skirts in my basket already.” You giggled as he picked up another. A short pink, pleated skirt with black bows on the waist.

“But it’s cute, and it’ll suit you perfectly love.” He said with certainty, adding it to your basket without a second thought. You huffed, shaking your head and picking up some T-shirts. His arm snaked around your waist, leading you over to another section filled with graphic sweaters. After looking around, you picked out a couple then gazed up at the man beside you.

“I think this is enough Joong.”

“You sure? I’ll buy you whatever you want.” He clarified, eager to make you happy. Simpering, you cupped his cheeks and pecked his lips affectionately.

“I know you would. But this is more than enough, I promise.” There was a slight flush to his cheeks, a grin on his lips. Hongjoong, ignoring your reluctance, payed for everything and head out into the mall.

“I’m so hungry.” He complained and pursed his lips. “We don’t have to be at Seonghwas until four, wanna get food?”

“Yes please.” You smiled in response, trying and failing to take the bag from him. Instead, he took your free hand and guided you into a bakery on the floor below. Sitting in a booth, he placed the bag down on the opposite side before sliding in with you. You were really enjoying just how clingy he was now you were “officially his”. Picking up the menu, you rested your head on his shoulder as he read it aloud.

“-coffee and walnut cake, Victoria sponge, white chocolate and raspberry, chocolate orange, mango-“

“Chocolate orange.” You cut in quickly, making the man laugh. A waitress came over, taking your order quickly. Hongjoong even remembered your drink preference and ordered for the both of you. He laced your fingers together, resting your hands on his thigh.

“Do you want your nails done? They’re outgrown.” You scoffed at his observation. “Not that you look bad, I’m just saying, it might make you feel better.” He chuckled, his thumb running over your knuckles softly. Nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder, you bobbed your head.

“Mhm, pink and black?”

“With hearts.” He pointed to your index finger. “I’ll pay.”

“No you won’t. You’ve done enough.” You almost whined, gripping his hand a little tighter. Leering, Hongjoong just pressed a chaste kiss to your temple. “I won’t take no for an answer, let me spoil you.”

———

You arrived at Seonghwas just after four, looking and feeling better than you had in years. Hongjoong had indeed payed for your nails, along with everything else. He was really stubborn. Seonghwa was over the moon to see you both, taking you both into the lounge. A few people greeted you, but you only recognised Wooyoung. There was a slightly taller man with him who said hello, and two very tall men who were sat off in a corner looking through all the opened gifts. On the couch sat a pregnant woman, Seonghwas fiancé.

“Thank goodness another girl.” She joked, offering you the seat beside her. Giggling, you sat there and introduced yourself to her. The woman was thrilled when she found out you were Hongjoongs girlfriend.

“We didn’t come empty handed don’t worry.” Hongjoong said, giving her a pretty pastel gift bag. She opened it excitedly, gushing over the three Jellycat bunnies you’d chosen earlier that day, along with the cute dresses Hongjoong had already bought.

“(Y/n)!” Wooyoung bound over, stealing you away easily and pulling you over to his little group. “Guys look it’s (y/n)! The girl I told you about!” He almost yelled but no one was phased at all. “Hongjoong is like, obsessed with her.” He boasted, your cheeks turning red.

“I dunno about that.” You laughed shyly, avoiding the eyes of these new people.

“Don’t embarrass her woo.” One man spoke, his deep voice catching you off guard. Wooyoung whined.

“You’re no fun Yeosang. I thought we were besties. You’re supposed to back me up.”

“We’re not disagreeing with you, but look at the poor girl.” The other laughed. “I’m San by the way.” He shook your hand curtly.

“He is obsessed though, he never stopped talking about you in our group chat.” Wooyoung continued, pulling out his phone to prove a point. Rolling your eyes, you nudged him playfully and made him put the device away.

“Drink?” You yelped in surprise when someone suddenly spoke by your ear. Turning, you saw another young man, with dark brown hair looked at you blankly.

“I’m ok, thanks?”

“That’s Jongho. He’s quiet like that.” San cackled at your scared expression. Jongho just shrugged and went to sit with Yeosang.

You spent around fifteen minutes with them, listening to their constant petty arguments. It was fun but very loud. Glancing back, you saw Seonghwa and Hongjoong sat on the couch talking casually. Meanwhile, the lady of the hour was over by the food with one of the taller men and a girl you didn’t know. Slipping away from Wooyoung, you perched on the arm of the sofa behind Hongjoong. Noticing you, Hwa gave you a kind smile before resuming his conversation. It was if he could detect you, because Joong leant back against you almost immediately. You grinned, running your fingers through the pale section of his hair, noticing how much had actually outgrown.

“I think you need your roots doing babe.” You mumbled once there was a gap in the talking. Tilting his head back, Hongjoong raised his brows.

“Yeah I know, maybe we could do it together?” Liking that idea, you nod happily and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

———

A few weeks had passed, Hongjoong had been kind enough to let you work with him and Wooyoung. On the front desk, allowing for more customers and a better logging system. For your first payment, they decided to either let you get a new piercing or a tattoo. Hesitantly, you’d gone with the tattoo, choosing a floral piece for your upper thigh. Of course, your boyfriend had been the one to do it, not letting Wooyoung anywhere near you. It was beautifully done though, and hardly hurt, in the comfort of your new home too.

Currently, Hongjoong was pulling everything out of his bathroom cabinet. You sat on the edge of the tub.

“How do you have so many hair dyes?” You chuckled in question, watching as he inspected every pot.

“Well, I get bored. Luckily I have bleach too.” He stated casually, eyes lighting up at the pack he was holding. Shaking your head, you spied one of the pots he had abandoned and picked it up. A dusky pink colour that had never been opened. “Want to do it?” Hongjoong suddenly asked, making you look at him. Pressing your lips together, you shrugged.

“Do you think it’ll look good?”

“You’ll look good with any colour, pretty. Plus, if you really don’t like it, we can go over it?” Convinced, you bobbed your head slowly. Elated, Hongjoong hastily put everything else away and stood up. Having done it so many times before, he got all the supplies ready, the gloves and the mixing bowls. “So, I’ll bleach your hair first. Then you can do my roots? Then we’ll w-“ he was cut off by your phone ringing. Confused, you picked it up and frowned at the unknown number.

“Maybe it’s someone wanting to book an appointment?” Hongjoong suggested, pouring the peroxide into a bowl.

“Hello?” You answered the call, pressing speaker as you’d grown a custom to recently.

“(Y/n).” You froze, your heart leaping to your throat. Puzzled, Hongjoong turned around, worried at your pale complexion. “I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks.” You swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say. How could he have found your new number? It made no sense.

“Why?” You managed.

“Can’t I contact my own daughter?” In a flash, Hongjoong was by your side on the tub. “Come and see us. We just want to talk.” Your father tried, a twinge of honesty in his inflection. You just sighed with conflict. “Your mother misses you.” He did his best to be persuasive.

“I don’t know dad.”

“Just, please? Come to the gala on Saturday?” It was strange, your father almost begging you for something. Like you actually held the upper hand for once.

“If I go, I’m not coming alone.” You said sternly, leaving no room for discussion.

“Yes, that’s absolutely fine.” You said nothing else and hung up. Hongjoong pulled you into his chest instantly.

“Are you sure?” He asked, your arms hugging his waist tightly.

“I’m sure, you’ll be with me. And the second they try to convert me, we’re leaving.” You responded, mumbling against the skin of his neck. He rubbed your back soothingly, nodding along with every word.

“Let’s make you look even prettier then, show them how amazing of a daughter they’ve lost.” Hongjoong simpered, pinching your cheek which made you smile bashfully. He got to work, doing your hair quickly and instructing you on how to do his. It was a fun experience, one you really enjoyed. Adding the bright blue to his hair was even better, even if it did stain your fingers. When it was time, he rinsed the pink off of your hair before doing his own. Being the gentleman he is, Hongjoong dried your hair first and styled it for you. You weren’t allowed to look in any mirrors, sitting on his bed and watching as he dried off his own hair.

“It looks really good.” You smiled as he turned around. “Might be better than your split dye.” There was a faint blush on his cheeks from your compliment. He pulled you up, gazing into your eyes lovingly.

“And you look even better, pretty. Beautiful.” Now it was your turn to be shy, pressing your face against his chest in return. Hongjoong chuckled, brining you to a mirror. His hands covered your eyes as you stood in front of it. “Ready?”

“Yes.” You giggled, trying to wiggle out of his grip. He laughed at your effort, slowly removing his hands. Seeing yourself in the mirror, you gasped. It was so different, a lovely light, dusky pink. But it felt so right and so you. Hongjoong wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Like it?”

“I love it. Thank you.” You ran your hand through the freshly dyed hair with a thrilled smile. Pressing his lips to your cheek, Hongjoong guided you back to the bed and sat himself against the pillows. You crawled on top, sitting yourself between his legs and lying against his chest.

“So, tell me. What do I have to do to be ready for this ‘gala’ on Saturday?” He asked, drawing shapes on the skin of your arm tenderly. You sighed softly, thinking back on the many you had attended.

“There’s so many rules, and things you have to do.”

“And that’s fine, we’re in this together yeah? Then it’s up to you how you deal with your parents.” Hongjoongs words comforted you greatly, making the whole ordeal not seem to bad.

“You have to wear all white, your tattoos must be covered. You have to dress smart, a shirt a tie, pants and dress shoes.” You started listing of the requirements, the man nodding along. “The first thing we’ll have to do is attend the sermon. It’s a disaster. It makes no sense I’ll warn you now. But we’ll have to sit through that.” You explained, sitting yourself up. Hongjoong followed suit, tugging you closer to face him properly. “Then, there’s a feast. The food is bland and strange. Just pretend to eat it. The less you eat the more pure they’ll think you are.”

“That’s toxic.” Hongjoong commented, holding both of your hands. You nod in agreement, leaning forward and resting your forehead against head shoulder.

“He’ll sit at the head of the table, with his stupid family. He looks down at everyone as if he’s a god.” You murmured. “I suppose, to them, he is. They worship him.” You spat, angry for the families he’d corrupted, including your own. “Then it’s the “gala”. Which, is actually just an over the top house party.” You concluded, not moving from the warmth your boyfriend was providing. Hongjoong had his arms around you now, his grip tight.

“Alright. So what can’t I do?”

“Swear, get drunk, talk badly to the pastor or his family, eat too fast, eat first, eat to slow, finish eating first, get up and leave the table, leave the sermon, go in any of the roped off rooms, cry, shout, raise your voice, cause a scene, disobey any instructions, and never talk over him.” Your voice grew quieter with every rule you repeated. They had been ingrained into your head for years, forced down your throat, practice choking you. Hongjoong cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. He wiped under your eyes, drying the tears you didn’t know were there.

“You’ve been through so much.” He mumbled, stroking your cheeks lovingly. “You’re away from that now yeah? I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you again.” You nod your head at his promise, sniffling lightly. He smiled, pressing his lips against yours. You kissed back with fervour, your thoughts melting away in an instant. Swiftly, hongjoong pulled you onto his lap, as his lips moved against yours in perfect conjunction. Your hands gripped at his oversized T-shirt, tilting your head and effectively deepening the kiss. Neither of you could pull away, even if your lungs were protesting. The moment was intense, fulled by burning emotions and the realisation that you were finally in control. In control of your own life and your own feelings. You had a choice now. Hongjoong moved back an inch, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he breathed, brown eyes flittering between your eyes and your lips. “You know that right?” Your heart was hammering in your chest, cheeks a deep shade of red. He smiled at your timid nature, kissing your lips a few more times. “You don’t have to say it back, pretty.” He reassured, not an ounce of judgement in his bones. Shaking your head, you gave a teary smile.

“I love you too.” You said, feeling a weight fall off of your shoulders. You’d never seen a man smile so bright, his eyes crinkled in pure joy. He wrapped his arms around you, rolling onto his back and pulling you down on top of him. A cheerful laugh spilled from his lips.

“Say it again?” Hongjoong promoted hopefully, earning a sheepish whine from yourself. “Please?” He begged, allowing you to shuffle into a more comfortable position. You looked down at him, at his doe eyes and expectant expression. Unable to resist, you leant in close and spoke softly.

“I love you.” His hand found the back of your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss once again. You giggled against his lips, sinking into him with ease. Saturday definitely seemed more doable all of a sudden.

———

A drilling alarm brought you out of your peaceful slumber on Saturday morning. Hongjoong groaned, quick to turn it off and settle down again. His bare chest pressed to your back as he wound his arms around you.

“It’s so cold.” You complained, basking in the warmth now being supplied to you.

“I know sweetheart.” He nuzzled into the back of your neck. “How about I make us both a hot chocolate whilst we get ready hm?” His offer was tempting, a smile gracing your lips. You nod, disappointed when he got up and left you alone. Hongjoong scoffed at your small whine, pulling on some pants. “I’ll be two minutes.”

When he returned, you were in the bathroom getting washed, he could smell your pumpkin spiced soap. Smiling to himself, Hongjoong got out the new clothes he’d bought you both, remembering fondly how you’d scolded him. But he’d spend every penny on you ,no matter what you said. You emerged from the bathroom, fresh for the day. Glancing up, Hongjoong whistled at your appearance and you felt yourself blush. Before you could hide yourself, your boyfriend crossed the room and placed his hands on your waist. He sighed contently, considering your flushed face for a moment.

“You’re beautiful.” Even after all the months, you were still shy to his compliments. You smiled, catching your lip between your teeth and avoiding eye contact. Hongjoong chuckled, pecking your lips before pulling away and entering the en-suite. You couldn’t help the stupid grin on your face, turning to the outfit he had laid out for you. It was pretty, a white turtleneck, paired with one of the short, pleated skirts you loved so much. That was of course, also white. You’d found some white tights along with basic converse. It was smart yet casual, not looking like you’d done too much. Before getting dressed, you took a few small sips of your hot drink and sighed. Outside, orange leaves were scattered along the damp grass. Bare branches rustling filled you with joy, a reminder of the cosy season. The anxiety you once had for Gala days was no longer present. Instead, you felt comfort in knowing that, at the end of the terrible day ahead, you’d be returning home with Hongjoong. There was no pressure to be perfect and poised. You were going in there with a new confidence. Hongjoong. Setting the mug down, you got yourself dressed and looked in the mirror.

“You look like an angel.” Hongjoong said, slipping from the bathroom and coming to your side. Blushing, you looked back at him and watched as he pulled on his white slacks. Stepping forward, you helped him with the buttons on his dress shirt. He stared down at you lovingly, cupping your cheeks the second you were done. “How are you feeling?”

“On edge, but I’m okay.” You loosely did his tie, straightening up his collar. He thumbed your cheeks softly, searching your (e/c) eyes.

“I’m right here, I’ll punch the pastor if he insults you.” You couldn’t help but laugh, peering up at him with affection. Leaning up, you left a tender kiss on his pierced lips before stepping away.

You arrived to the gathering house just before midday, hongjoong helped you out in surprise.

“You were surprised at the size of my house? This is insane?” He gawked quietly, sizing up the mansion before him. It was a stunning building, with marble stairs leading to a grand entranceway. Of course, everything was white, even the fake flowers and the pots they were in. Humming, you took hold of his hand and began walking forwards.

“Your place feels like a home…unlike this place.” You shivered, noticing other people entering the house. A tall man stood at the door, one you recognised from previous visits. Getting behind a small family, you looked down at the little boy sadly. Even at that young age, he looked drained, probably from his brainwashed parents and the teachings of FaithsKey. Noticing your expression, Hongjoong pulled you into his side his arm holding your waist in comfort. The doorman saw you and raised his brows.

“Ms (y/l/n)? Your parents are already inside. I haven’t seen you in months?” His tone was questioning, buff arms folded tightly over his chest. You just shrugged, signing the form by the door. He wasn’t a terrible person, even so you didn’t want to give him any of your time and pulled your boyfriend inside hastily. Making your way up the centre staircase, the air was filled with the unmistakable scent of sage. The place was barren, colourless and almost prison like.

“It’s silent.” Hongjoong mumbled as you came to the second floor, no one in sight down the long, dull corridor.

“That’s how he likes it.” You muttered back, holding his hand a little tighter as you remembered your way back to the sermon room. “Remember, no talking, no sudden movements. We just sit at the back like we’re ghosts.” Squeezing his hand tighter, you could feel the anxiety creeping back into your mind.

“I know, pretty. I’m right here with you, remember? Just try to block it all out.” Hongjoong reassured, kissing your temple softly as you stopped outside a shut, double door. You nod, taking a deep breath before quietly slipping inside the sermon room. It was almost full, but you found an empty pew right at the back. Hongjoong tucked you into his side protectively, linked fingers resting on his thigh. It was dystopian, watching the people, clad in white gowns finding a seat. They sat like clones, eyes zoned in on the crystal stand at the head of the room. You knew your parents were somewhere in the same room, so close yet so far from you now. All that could be heard was the flickering of wood wicked candles, hushed breaths and fancy shoes finding their places. Even with everyone in white, the room was dark and dreary. After a long five minutes, the doors at the other end of the room opened, and out came the man you hated most. His presence intoxicated the room. By his side, were his son and wife, along with a few disciples. Elder Candace guided his family to the first pews as everyone rose from their seats. Hongjoong held your waist firmly, eyes darting around the room.

“Greetings my beloveds. The new, the faithful, those of you rejoining us-“ the pastor met your eyes for a split second, “-I’m delighted to have you with us on this fine day.” He held his arms out gratefully, veneers on full display. He began to preach, clasping his hands together and bellowing out in the silent room. All around you, his followers listened eagerly, taking in his every word like it was gold. “My children, you take my words now. I am the path to greatness. With me, you shall always be enlightened. You shall always be pure, unadulterated and happy.” It was the same spiel as always, his charisma manipulating the crowd. Your throat bobbed thickly, suddenly you felt very hot. Noticing your discomfort, hongjoong brought you closer, careful not to alert anyone. “I have led many people to glory, shown them the light. With me, I’ll ease all your troubles, reward your faith. Trust me. I have what you need.” A shiver ran down your spine, not liking the sound of that at all. Yet, the people were soaking up every word he said.

Luckily, the sermon passed quickly and people filed out of the room. Hongjoong draped his arm around your shoulders, walking down the hallway with you.

“(Y/n)?” you froze, slowly turning back. There they stood, your parents. Dressed in their best formal wear. Tentatively, your mother took a step closer, yet she didn’t reach out to you. “It’s good to see you.” She continued, voice almost breathless.

“I’m glad you agreed to come.” Your father added, not so subtly looking at the man holding you. You just nod at them, the words stuck in your throat. They walked beside you both, an awkward tension spreading.

“So, who is this?” Your father asked, breaking the silence. Hongjoong looked over, holding his hand out confidently.

“I’m Hongjoong, (y/n)’s boyfriend.” He shook your dad’s hand firmly, sending him a direct message not to upset you further. Your dad faltered slightly, something you hadn’t seen before.

“Well, Hongjoong, you’ll love the food, it’s delicious.” Your mother boasted on the Pastors behalf. He didn’t believe her at all, but nod politely either way.

Entering the dining hall, the brightness caught Hongjoong off guard. The long table was made of glass, surrounded with crushed-velvet, grey chairs. The floors were white tiles, the walls a light grey pattern. From the ceiling hung huge crystal chandeliers. Along the table, were pot plates and shiny silverware, wine glasses with tacky prints. Walking along, you found yours and your “plus one”s name places. Next to your parents and luckily not too close to the host. Hongjoong pulled out your chair, tucking it in once you were sat. He instantly held his hand out for you, to which you held it immediately. Your mother sat on your right, your father by her side. It was silent yet again, the followers putting the white napkins on their white clothes. The pastor took his seat at the head of the table, nodding to a man stood by the door. After a second, waiters entered the room and began to dish out food onto peoples plates carefully. Following this, they came around with decanters. Everyone was poured a glass of a clear, green tinted liquid, except for you. Both your parents and Hongjoong looked confused as your glass was left empty.

“My beloveds, I have provided this nutritious meal out of the goodness of my heart. As I the saviour give you the key to a long, prosperous life.” Everyone clapped at his nonsense, as he raised a glass in toast.

“Thank you. You may converse.” You let out a breath, the room breaking out into idle chatter.

“What’s with the drinks?” Hongjoong questioned.

“It’s grape juice. Not wine.” You confirmed, but he just shook his head.

“No, I mean, you didn’t get anything?”

“I know, I’m not sure why…” you trailed off, trying not to think too much about it. The guests all around you seemed so happy, spooning the food into their mouths with joy. They spoke with glee, eyes alight unnaturally.

Beside you, Hongjoong stared at his plate in dismay. It was a mixture of congealed, beige stuff, not appealing at all.

“What is this?” He asked in a hushed voice, pushing the creamy sludge around his plate.

“Mashed potato’s, with diced anchovies and egg relish.” You watched as his face dropped, lips pursing as he tried to remain unfazed. Your lips twitched as you held in your laughter, leaning onto his shoulder and hugging his arm. “No?”

“No.” He agreed to your unasked question of ‘do you like it?’, moving the food around to make it seem like he’d tried. You chuckled quietly, relaxing when Hongjoong slipped his arm around your waist. He smiled down at you, brushing a few stray strands of your hair back from your face. A hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, cold breath hitting your neck uncomfortably.

“I’m glad to see you again, (y/n).” The pastor grinned menacingly, pouring a deep red liquid into your glass. You were frozen, unable to do or say anything. Hongjoong tightening his grip on your waist, pulling you away from the pastors grip. Their eyes met, and Hongjoong could have killed him with the look he was giving. “No one truly leaves us, (y/n). Welcome home.” With that eerie statement, the pastor walked away. Hongjoong was quick to move the glass away from you.

“Don’t drink that.” He voiced whilst shaking his head. You sighed, placing your head back onto your boyfriend’s chest. Nothing had changed then. At least now you had someone to lean on during the horrific event. “How about tonight we go on a little night drive hm?” A small grin broke onto your face at his mumbled suggestion. “We’ll get any food you want, put on your favourite band and drive for as long as you want.”

“I’d love that.” You felt eyes on you, but didn’t bother look back at your parents, you didn’t need their disapproval on top of everything.

———

Shortly after the meal had been consumed, the beloved pastor directed everyone down a floor. There you were free to roam, anywhere that wasn’t roped off or locked, that is. The lower floor consisted of a showy kitchen, clearly never used, a few living rooms and garden access. You tugged Hongjoong into one of the pallor rooms, knowing it would be fairly empty from your previous visits. Sitting down on one of the hard, leather sofas, he turned to you.

“You did this on your own? For so long, no wonder you were so drained.” He sighed, pulling you into his chest comfortably. You hummed, relaxing against him in a second.

“It’s fine, you took me away from all of this.” You replied with a small smile, toying with the buttons on his shirt. He couldn’t help but grin, petting your hair affectionately.

“Well, I knew I’d fall in love the second I saw you.” His lips pressed against your head tenderly, a blush creeping up your neck. Hongjoong chuckled, stroking your cheek. “You look like a tomato.” You hit his chest.

“Ouch. A cute tomato!” He defended, making you both laugh. Just then, your mother entered the room, a look of relief on her face as she turned back to let your father know she’d found you. They came over, sitting on the sofa directly opposite. Hongjoong pulled you even closer, a subtle gesture that meant so much to you. For a minute, it was silent, an awkward atmosphere in the air. Eventually, your mother sat forward.

“You didn’t touch your food, are you still not eating much?” Her brows furrowed in concern.

“She eats, don’t worry.” Hongjoong responded for you, both your parents looking at him in surprise.

“You live together?” She asked, and you nod a yes. Surprisingly, they seemed okay about it, not what you’d expected at all.

“What do you do for work?” Your father looked at Hongjoong expectantly, yet with no malice.

“I own a studio. I do tattoos and piercings.” He explained proudly, prepared for a horrified reaction, as were you. Except, your father just hummed in response.

“It’s impressive to own your own place so young.” He complimented. Hongjoong looked at him in shock.

“Oh, thank you sir.” Neither of you knew how to take their behaviour. You were used to the yelling and berating, the constant judgement. And, of course, Hongjoong was expecting that too. But they just seemed so different. Turning to your boyfriend, you smiled.

“I’m just going to the bathroom.”

“I’ll go with you?” He offered with worry. Simpering, you kissed him quickly.

“I’ll be fine I promise.” You got up, heading out of the room and down the dim hall. Everyone you passed were in such high spirits, sipping their grape juice and cackling all the while. It baffled you how much the man could brainwash people.

You used the bathroom quickly, standing at the sink and washing your hands in the hot water. Glancing up, you let out a near scream upon seeing someone behind you in the mirror. It was the Pastors son. When had he come in, you hadn’t heard a thing. When he saw you’d noticed, a grim smirk appeared on his lips.

“Good evening (y/n).” You didn’t reply, turning slowly to face him. He stepped forward, making you move off of the sink and away from him. “What’s the matter? You don’t look so good.”

“What are you doing?” You tried to sound confident, voicing your confusion best you could. All the man did was smile.

“My question still stands.” He said, coming even closer. “We could wed. Oh we’d make a perfect couple.” He boasted, coming so close your back hit the white wall behind you. “We can fix your disgusting aesthetic. Get you to look pure and godly. Just as my father likes.” You shook your head fiercely, but this only annoyed him. “What? You think you’re better than us?”

“No!” You tried, hoping he’d stop but he only drew nearer. “Of course not! But look at me, we’re too different it won’t work.”

“My father can fix you!” He yelled, getting up in your face. His breath reeked of the disgusting meal served earlier.

“I-I don’t need fixing. I’m happy. I have a boyfriend.” Even that knowledge didn’t deter him.

“We can get rid of him. You’ll be happy with me. I’ll show you a real man.” His hands ghosted over your waist, trailing the shape of your body in a way that caused a shiver of fear.

“Now, now Ananias. That’s no way to talk to little (y/n) here is it.” The Pastor slithered into the room like a snake, tutting falsely. You swallowed thickly, back still pressed against the tiles. At least you now knew one of their names. Ananias looked at his father, hands hovering just before your neck.

“But I want her as my wife.”

“And you may, but use more force child. No woman wants a man who can’t handle her.” Your heart began to beat faster than you knew it could. There was no way this could be happening. Surely, with so many people around they wouldn’t, but it looked like they would.

Hongjoong kept his eyes on the door you had left through, feeling every second passing like a sin. Your mother cleared her throat, catching him off guard. When he looked, he found the pair of them looking at him already.

“How did you meet?” She asked, perching on the uncomfortable seat.

“She came in for a lip piercing, and then we went on a date that weekend.” He told her, not scared of any reprimanding he may receive. They looked at each other for a moment before your mum spoke again.

“She left us, one day. Did you take her in?” There was a hint of sadness in her inflection. Still, Hongjoong nod firmly.

“Yes. She lives with me now.” Looking between your parents, his lip twitched slightly. “We even work together. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” He grinned, checking the time on his phone. You’d been gone ten minutes and he was getting worried.

“You’re a good man, Hongjoong.” Your dad said suddenly, making the younger man’s eyes widen.

“I can see the love and adoration in your eyes. It’s written all over your face. I’m glad my daughter found you.” He gave Hongjoong an approving nod, a tight-lipped smile nearly coming out. It was like they weren’t at manipulated as you’d described. Perhaps not seeing you had stirred something within them. Snapping out of it, Hongjoong checked the time again and stood abruptly.

“I’m going to find her, excuse me.”

Hongjoong rushed down the hall, vaguely recalling where the bathroom was on his way down. Noticing the door was ajar, he felt his stomach drop and instantly knew something was off. Without a second thought, he barged into the room and immediately saw both the pastor and his son cornering you.

“Get away from her!” He lunged forward, yanking the creepy men off of you and pulling you into his arms quickly. You hugged onto his waist for dear life, trembling slightly from what had almost happened. Feeling you shaking, Hongjoong looked at the Ken with anger.

“Don’t you dare touch her.” He spat, moving to get you out of there as fast as possible.

“Shes become a worthless tool now it seems.” The pastor sighed patronisingly. Hongjoongs eye twitched, and he spun on his heel, his fist connecting with the elders jaw furiously. Ananias gaped, cowering in the corner. Keeping his breathing under control, Hongjoong lead you out of the bathroom, holding you at arms length and checking you over. Seeing your tears almost made him angry again, but his worry ran deeper.

“You’re okay pretty, I’ve got you. Did they touch you?” You shook your head quickly, leaning into his warm hands as he wiped your tears. Hongjoong relaxed at this, hugging you tightly once again. He kissed your temple repeatedly. “We’re leaving. Right now okay?”

“Please..” you pleaded, needing to get out of that stupid house.

“Thank you.” Your mother appeared behind you both, and you looked at her in surprise. Both your parents glanced at you with regret, tears in the woman’s eyes. They had just witnessed all of that. “We’ve been so blind.” She added, choking up with emotion.

“You were right, we’re sorry. Could you forgive us?” Your father almost begged, edging forward. You stopped Hongjoong from scolding them, as you knew he would. Taking a deep breath, you stood in front of your parents trying to appear strong.

“Get help.” You started, letting your (e/c) eyes look between them. “Real, professional help. Then I’ll consider it. You really hurt me. But we can try.” They looked at you with a melancholy understanding. Nevertheless, it was a good sign. Hongjoong laced your fingers together, briskly walking past your parents and out of the house. Once in the safety of your car, you let out a long breath. It was all over, finally. You really never had to go back, ever again. you hadn’t even noticed your boyfriend driving off, until you looked out the window to see you were on the motorway.

“Can we get food still?” You mumbled. Hongjoong placed his hand on your thigh as he drove.

“Of course, pretty. We can do anything you like.” You finally smiled, playing with the rings on his fingers calmly. He really was your everything, the light that had brightened up your dark life. When he stopped at a red light, the man leant over, pressing his lips to yours lovingly. “The rest of your life just begun, (y/n).” He smiled, “and it’ll be us until we’re old and grey.” Warmth spread in your chest at the idea of growing old with Hongjoong. Truly, it sounded perfect, like for once, you knew everything would finally work out. As long as he was there with you.

———

[creepychan08]

Yandere Thranduil x Reader

It wasn't supposed to end up like this. You heart's desire becoming a nightmare.

And now there's no way home.

"Thranduil, you can't keep me here. Sooner or later I must return home." You once again plead your case as Thranduil frowned and hold both your hands protectively. But lately it feels like his gentle touches were slowly turning like handcuffs chaining you to him, unable to escape his grasp.

"Meleth nin (My love) please, this is your home. Have I not treated you well? Tell me what more can I do to make you stay by my side?" 

His grip tightened, not in a hurtful way, but just enough to prove his desperation for your continued presence in his kingdom.

"Its not that at all. You have been truly kind to me and for that I am eternally grateful. But I have my family waiting for me. I miss them Thranduil. Terribly." Your eyes glistened with unshed tears and his gaze softened, drawing you closer in an embrace. You welcomed the comfort he provided and lean your head almost close to his chest, the part you can only reach due to your unfortunate stature.

"Have you found some other way to return to your world?"

"How could I when you took away that book and refused to let me out of your kingdom?" The bitter tone of your voice breaks the moment of tranquility when you remembered it was him who didn't allow you to leave and travel to Rivendell to seek help from Gandalf.

Though your tone was bitter, you felt him relaxed more against your embrace as if relieved.

"You know there are threats coming from the orcs resurfacing in the forest. I can't very well allow my beloved to travel and place yourself in harm's way. No, you will stay here with me." His fingers slowly brush down your hair as you feel your anger boil inside.

"I will not allow you to keep me in here like a trophy! No more! I will go out and discover the way back- back to my real home- if you won't help me." 

Thranduil grit his teeth in frustration as he roughly tilt your head up to look at him. His eyes fierce and burning as it stare straight to your soul and your composure faltered, realizing how large he is compared to you and the power he has to crush you any time.

"I will say it again. You won't leave my side forever. You are mine as I am yours."

A whimper unconsciously left your lips as you began to fear and tremble before him. The dominance he was radiating made you feel weak, unable to do anything but submit to his will.

Upon hearing that helpless sound, his seething expression was immediately wiped off, dark glint in his eyes returning to a soft crystal blue filled with worry and regret when he behold the terror he accidentally inflicted on his beloved.

"My starlight, I am so sorry. Please forgive this ignorant King from his careless actions. I did not mean to make you afraid of me. That was the last thing I ever wanted." The sorrow in his voice made you want to reach out and comfort him.

You remembered how it all started. 

*Flashback*

Being a fan of The Hobbit trilogy movie, you were immediately captivated by the ElvenKing, Thranduil. The daily occurence in your life involves imagining random scenarios and plots with him and deeply wishing to somehow be transported in Middle Earth to meet him. And one day it did come true.

You have no idea of your last memory of how you came to this new world. Whether you were killed by a truck driver and get isekai'd, or if you were just dreaming or worse case in a coma, you have no idea how you are actually faring in the real world. But there was a portal which immediately closed as soon as your feet step into the grounds of the forest of Mirkwood.

Obviously you were taken by the patrolling group of elves and presented to Thranduil. It was not love at sight as you were already crushing on him way back on Earth but it sure did made your heart jumped with excitement as you eagerly and honestly answered each one of his questions.

You were detained in the dungeons for some time as the ElvenKing pondered on your statement to see if you were just lying to get yourself out of this mess. Perhaps it is dark magic then to how you were transported to this world? Are you a threat? But somewhere deep down in his cold heart, he could feel the sincerity radiating off you. And there was something else too- something foreign but pleasant that he felt when he first talked with you.

After careful consideration, Thranduil finally released you from prison and transferred you to a well-furnished room. He was still unsure of what to do with you. Strangely enough, the thought of assigning you to be a servant, a maid, cook, or a warrior didn't sit well with him so he decided to treat you as a guest and get to know you better.

As he did, he finds himself slowly falling for you. Unlike the other elleths (women elves), you possess kindness and genuine concern for other people. You interacted with his guards and other servants with much respect and he saw them slowly warming up to you. Everyday, he would look forward to seeing you first thing in the morning as your smile immediately brightens his day. And during the evening after he finish his work early, he would asks you to walk with him in the gardens.

It was no surprise when he ends up falling head over heels in love. He started properly courting you and sending expensive gifts everyday.

"You know you don't have to send me all these stuff, Thranduil. Its too expensive"

"Nonsense. I am the King and I can give you everything you deserve and more. Unless.. do you not like them? I can have another jewel be made to fit your taste-"

"No! No need, I really like this one. Thank you, Thranduil" You smiled at him gratefully and the corner of his lips lifted up as he stare at you.

"Anything for you, my starlight" He draws his arms open and gently pulled you to his embrace, his robe covering your form as you lean you head on his chest.

You wished those moments would have lasted more.

Thranduil was a gentle lover. Always kind. Always patient. Always caring towards you. He never once raised his voice at you and you greatly appreciated it. But as the days go by, you noticed him getting more possessive and obsessive over you.

"We were just talking! He is your guard long before I came here and he is just my friend" You defended yourself as Thranduil warned you against talking to one of his royal guards.

"I do not like the way he looks at you, meleth nin. You are mine, don't forget that. He should know his place."

"Everyone knows we are together so stop being suspicious of other elves! I am not fond of the way you're acting right now. I will leave you to cool your head first."

As you turn to leave, his arms reach out to wrap around your waist as he hug you from behind. His head bowed low so as to breath in the scent of your hair to calm him down.

"No, don't leave please. I am sorry, my love. I am just afraid of losing you."

You sighed, feeling your heart soften. You turn to face him again and saw the insecurities and doubt swirling in his eyes.

"Now what brought my King such worries? Haven't I told you I only have eyes for you? That my heart beats only for you?" You cup his cheek as he closed his eyes and lean towards your touch.

"I know and I believe you. Sometimes, I just can't help but fear that you'll find someone better than me. I can't live without you, YN"

"You'll always have me Thranduil. My heart belongs only to you." You reassured, hugging him tightly to show your devotion.

Maybe you shouldn't have promised that as months passed and you soon discover a way to open the portal again back to your real world while browsing the library. But you don't understand some of the text written as it was in Elvish language and from what you can read, it also needs the spells only casted by wizards.

"Thranduil, I finally found a way to return back to my world!" You excitedly said as you barge to his throne room, while carrying the book.

His eyes widened and he immediately walked down the stairs of his throne towards you.

"What did you say, my love?" The cutting edge of his tone failed to make its way to your ears as you were excitedly thinking of how soon you can probably go home once this works.

"I said I found a way to open the portal again to my world! But I need some help with the Elvish language and Gandalf as well to complete the steps here." You showed him the book and the pages where it was located.

He was quiet for a while and politely asked for the book. As you gave it to him, he immediately throws it to the ground and asked his servant to seal it in the forbidden section of the library.

"No! Why did you do that?!" You screamed, feeling betrayed by his action. You tried to get back the book but he tightly hold you against him before carrying you towards his bedroom as you continue to resist.

Once he locked the door, he put you down on his bed as you glare at him.

"How could you do that? That was my only way home!"

 His eyes hardened, frown marring his features.

"Exactly. I won't have you leaving me alone here, YN. You promised that I'll always have you, didn't you? And I promised to be yours forever"

You frozed as you remember the promise you said to him months ago. You meant it. You did. But that was before you learned that there is still a way back to your real world after giving up for so long. However, you did promised him and you can't go back on your word.

Bowing your head in shame, you nodded. "Yes, I did. I remember my oath that day, Thranduil." A feeling of frustration and mixed feelings made its way to your heart.

"You know I love you. I do. I just miss my family so much. I wonder what they are doing in my world. I wonder if they are grieving over me or still patiently hoping for my return. Am I selfish, my love?" You looked up at him as tears stream down your cheeks.

Thranduil felt his heart clench as he saw your sorrow. He can't stand to see the anguish in your eyes as it overflows with your tears. He gathered you in his arms and let you cry against his shoulders.

"I'm here, meleth nin. I'm here. Please don't cry." He whispered comforting words and before long, you felt drowsy and fall asleep in his hold.

Thranduil carefully put you in the bed and covered you with blanket. He placed a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.

From that day on, he decreed an order that you are not allowed to leave his kingdom and that anyone who try to help you escape will be executed.

*End of Flashback*

"You've changed Thranduil" You gaze at him with such disappointment that he falters for a moment.

"No, please don't say that meleth nin. Don't look at me like that. I love you. I can't let you out of my grasp. I can't let you go. Ever." He pulled you closer and tilted your chin so you were looking straight at him.

The sight made you tremble. His eyes which were once full of adoration and pure love for you were now filled with dark obsession.

"Resist me no more, my starlight. Stay here. I will take care of you. I will love and worship you forever." 

He back you slowly into the bed and you didn't notice until you trip and lay sprawled against his bedsheets in a vulnerable state.

You tried to get up but he lightly pushed you down so he towers over you.

"No, no, I have to return home. I need to see my family again. I can still come back here Thranduil. I won't leave you forever." You tried to reassure your lover.

Shadows loomed in his face and when he finally look at you, something dark and dangerous radiated from his being.

You gasped, crawling away from him towards the center of the bed as he followed after you. You grab his pillow to defend yourself.

"Okay- stop. Don't get any closer, Thranduil. You're scaring me."

The blank look in his eyes shifted to that of a predator finally catching its prey as he reach you. A smile of dark insanity painted on his lips. He take hold of the pillow separating you two and throws it to the side.

"You know, I've always wanted to marry you, my starlight. In our culture there are two ways one can get married. First is by traditional exchange of vows and the other-" He paused, pushing you down once more as he hovered above you. "-is by being one in body, two souls bonded forever. If I may be honest, I much prefer the latter."

His fingers slowly slid down your body, touch as light as feather as it passes through your neck, the valley of your breast, down to your stomach and settling on your lower abdomen.

Your breath hitched as you watch him, goosebumps rising on you skin as you feel your heart thumping loudly.

"We will be one tonight, my love. And I will plant my seed inside your fertile womb. Since you miss your family so much, we will have one of our own- a much bigger family. We will have a dozen or more elflings running around the kingdom. And you will soon forget that silly ambition in your mind. I told you before. You won't leave me. Ever. For you are mine and I am yours."

With that he sealed his promise with a passionate kiss as he consume your being, leaving you breathless and gasping for more.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I didn't expect this oneshot to be longer than what I originally planned lol. Anyway, I've been obsessing over Thranduil for weeks now and I thought if he'd be the one going yandere for me, I would immediately give in 😂

But yeah unfortunately he's just a fictional character sooo! Anyway thanks for reading up this far.

Hope you have a great day and stay safe guys! :)))

[me-amora]

The tragedy of Lady of Autumn's character

The Lady of Autumn is a very tragic character that holds her pain close to her heart for no one to see.

This woman truly has lost almost everything. She has lost her freedom. She is abused.

First she lost her family. She lost her sisters who must have been dear to her. Then she lost her freedom and autonomy by being sold into marriage to a cold older man. She lost her identity, she's only a broodmare and a beautiful prop to be paraded around.

It is said that High Fae have a harder time conceiving. So to have 6 children from Beron imagine the amount of times she probably has been forced into that position or forced not to use any contraceptive method. And out of many children, all coming out as boys seems extremely weird if you ask me. It makes one wonder if there could have been female heirs that were... killed? Sent away?

Then she experiences true love one time in her life. Can you even blame her? For once she has something that her heart beats passionately for. And she has the addictive adrenaline of knowing that what makes her feel alive could very well be the reason she dies.

She's forced to watch Eris, still so young, be molded into Beron's shape by a cruel hand. She's forced to see Eris be physically and mentally abused by his own father to become just who he desires him to be. Set to marry when he's barely grown up, to a poor girl who would meet a similar end that she did. And she can only watch, not having the power to challenge Beron. She needs to have more children as she sees what Beron is turning them into.

And then Lucien is born and her fear must have been indescribable in the moment, upon looking at his features... How could she even run? Run how and where, lying in a bed after giving birth? When her baby has just been taken away from her arms.

God forbid knowing what happened between her and Beron after he found out. What he did do her. Or what type of deal she sealed with him to keep Lucien alive. It seems to feed on her soul and wither her life force away. She also never experienced romantic love again.

She watches Lucien being an outcast in his own family. Fitting in but never quite at the same time. Somehow Beron's harshness managed to amplify towards Lucien, she couldn't even believe an individual could have such a deep well of hatred to share inside oneself. The others watched this too, and consequently marked their younger brother as different from the day he was born.

She watches her children face each other as opponents, and saddens when she remembers she wanted them to have what her and her sisters did. Any brief brotherly moments warm her chest.

Lucien falls in a forbidden love just like she once did. She's powerless when Beron decides to kill Jesminda, in what she knows will irreparably shatter Lucien forever. She sees her other children participating in this deep act of brutality and tells herself she is no one and that she has failed. She can still hear Lucien's pleas and desperate cries. An alive ghost, present but not being able to manipulate reality. Lucien runs away and the others go after him. In that moment she convinces herself she will never see him again. She asks the Mother because she's the only who could hear her cries. From one mother to the other. The son of her passionate love. At that moment she regrets all of it, as she believed she only brought him into the world to suffer because of her impulses. It isn't Lucien that she never sees again, it's her other two children. She cried the death of the children she thought she hated. But she couldn't hate any of her children, not really, not ever. She still loved them all and it was so sick and twisted. She mourned the loss of three children, even if one was still alive.

She hates Beron. That's when she understands and finally believes in the existence of an infinite well of hatred. Each day his presence, his touch, his smell, grows more repugnant.

She looks herself in the mirror and she believes she has failed everyone. Her sisters. Helion. Herself. Her children, mainly Eris. But above all, Lucien.

All of this and she doesn't even have a name :/

(Nameless is my price I guess)

[cherrieflavouredheadcanons]

Hello! Can I apply for a general relationship hc with Lyney?

Ah yes, greatest magican, aka the rizzard. I should say that at the point of writing this, I still have not played his character story and have evaded spoilers for it very well so far, so if anything is not that accurate that's why. But I hope you enjoy these headcanons!

CW: None GN Reader

Lyney Relationship Headcanons

Let me start this off by saying. This man is an absolute simp for you. If he could, he'd buy you everything you could ever want or need in life.

He lives to see you happy, a day where he hasn’t made you smile and laugh is a day he considered wasted. If the people of Fontaines believe in justice is the power used to energise the technology in Fontaine, then your laughs and smiles are the power to energise Lyney.

Lyney always gives you a rainbow rose before every date. Sometimes he gives them to you like a normal person, most of the time though he will give them to you with a magic trick. You have no idea what he does to the flowers, but he has to do something with them since they never seem to wilt away. You once asked him how he did it and all he claimed was “They will bloom as long as I love you my dear, which means they will bloom forever.”

Surprising you with magic tricks is one of his favourite activities. He comes up with so many ideas that it is impossible to carry them all out. And poor Lynette always has to help him set up the ones he does carry out and has to be his assistant for them, even if she is hidden somewhere so you won’t see her. She loves her brother truly, but by the Archons his love sick self could be annoying.

Speaking of magic tricks, for every one of his shows he has a seat reserved for you. He is aware that you can’t go to every one of his and Lynette’s shows, but he still reserves a seat for you anyways. So that when you are watching them you are always in the same seat and he can easily find your eyes amongst the many people in the audience. He will look at you, and his eyes turn soft and his smile grows a bit wider.

And should he ever need an assistant from the audience? Well lets just say that whenever you are watching the number generator randomly picks you every time. What a coincidence right?

Walking through the streets of Fontaine while holding hands is a must for him. He wants everyone to see what an amazing partner he has. If it were up to him all of Teyvat would know that he is taken and absolutely enamoured by you.

Though it should be said that despite being absolutely in love with you, Lyney would not be in a relationship with you if his sister or brother couldn’t stand you. They are a big and very important part of his life, and anyone who does not like them has no place in his life and heart. Luckily for you Lynette likes you, she sees how happy you make her brother. Freminet appreciates that you do not force him to speak when he is clearly uncomfortable and is also grateful for you that you treat them all with respect and love.

Whenever you aren’t paying attention to your surroundings, be it because you are sitting somewhere and reading a book, engrossed in the story, or because you are cooking a meal for Lyney, his siblings and well yourself, he will sneak up on you from behind and wrap his arms around you, kissing your cheek as he laughs. You want to be mad at him for scaring you, but how can you when he laughs so happily and his eyes shine with love?

While Lyney obviously has many magic tricks he works on to show them in front of a big audience and always has Lynette as his assistant. There is one trick that he is currently planning where he doesn’t want an audience or an assistant for. 

What is that trick? Well let’s just say it has to do with a ring sitting in a small velvet box ;)

[pablitogavii]

MORE DAD TO BE GAVII

My Person

Having a baby really changes the whole routine and the hardest part seemed to be breastfeeding. It takes time to get get used to the feeling and it leaves your breasts really sore after.

"Amor..is he sleeping??" Pablo asked walking into the living room in his grey sweatpants and no short on. It was definitely a sight to see.

"Mhm.." you said sounding very tired and Pablo smiled at the two of you reaching to take the baby and bring him to crib himself. The moment he raised baby Gavi off your chest you winced and Pablo caught notice.

"Todo bien preciosa??" he asked and you nodded starting to massage your chest which was very sore right now. Pablo knew it must have taken a huge toll on your body having a baby and all but he hated seeing you in pain like this.

Pablo took Matteo to crib and returned to sit besides you pulling you to his side and kissing the top of your head.

"Now it's your turn to be my baby..what's hurting amorcito??" he asked kissing your head and you smiled looking down at your breast shyly.

"Our little boy really takes a lot out of them huh..?" he asked and you nod with a pout going all red when Pablo moved down raising your shirt and starting to kiss your breasts.

"A..ah..q..que..h..aces?" you moan really feeling relief when his lips were on your skin kissing all the sourness away. He started to massage gently and you closed your eyes enjoying every second.

"Hmm just tranquila amor..your person is right here" he whispered and you smiled remembering the first night he said that to you..the night you gave him your all.

He was holding you afterwards tightly kissing your head and running his fingers down your naked back while you enjoyed the moment together. It was a special night..and Pablo wanted you to know that he will stay forever.

"I'm your person princesa.." he whispered and you looked up with tearful eyes kissing his lips lovingly.

"My Person.." you whisper into the kiss

"Have I told you recently how amazing you are..you brought our baby into the world..and you take care of him everyday..you're my angel princesa" he spoke seeing that the soreness went away and you were finally comfortably cuddling him.

"Thank you amor.." you say tiredly and he smiled resting your head on his shoulder and playing with your hair to lull you to sleep. When you were lightly snoring, he carefully placed you down with blanket on top before taking Matteo for the walk so he doesn't wake you up.

pablogavi

At Home

Mi princesa linda..Celebrating life and supporting women is something every man should be raised to do. Matteo will certainly know that from me ❤️❤️ They are the real strong ones! I love you princesita!!

cometarios:

y.n.bebe: te amo my person!!❤️❤️

aurorapaezg: beautiful!!😍😍

belengavira79: well said hijo❤️

gavisfans: he loves his wife so much and proudly posts about her breastfeeding! good man!

mikkykiemeney: love her 💛💛

[burningstrangerkingdom]

Jealousy

Charles Leclerc x reader Summary: It's not that easy to date one of the most handsome faces in the world. Notes: Based on the song Pienso en tu mirá - Rosalia

Jealousy was not in your nature for the simple reason that you had researched too much about it, as well as to understand that this feeling is the first step needed to transform a beautiful relationship into a toxic and inhospitable environment, you had read it in various sources and had reinforced it through the experiences of your friends.

Even so, and although you gave everything of yourself to avoid it, a terrible feeling of fear flooded your being every time Charles walked out the door, fortunately for you the gesture you made to want to hold him a few more moments before leaving, far from seeming invasive she found it adorable.

Once again, Charles left his apartment, this time heading towards the golf course where his brothers, Pierre and Joris were already waiting for him to spend a relaxing afternoon with the boys.

"See you later, chérie", he said goodbye, leaving a small kiss on your lips.

As usual, you joined hands when he kissed you and, as usual, when you had to separate for him to continue on his way, you hesitaded letting him go.

"What's wrong, mon cour?" He said with a little smile.

"About what?" You ask, pretending you don't understand what he meant.

"This", he pointed to your index finger still clinging to the palm of his left hand.

"Nah, it's just silly", you gave him a reassuring smile that didn't serve it's purpose.

"No, it's not silly, it must mean something, and I'm not complaining. I really like feeling your love, but it's something I've been noticing a lot lately and I want you to know that you can tell me anything."

"I don't want you to be late for the boys, you go with them and when you return I'll tell you", trying to distract him you started to play with the rings on his fingers.

He pretended to think about it but he turned around and sat on the sofa making you sit on him, "Don't leave me wondering, Y/N, tell me please", he said now more seriously and the look on his eyes gave you no choice but to speak your mind right away, those gorgeous eyes always did their trick on you.

You let out a breath and whispered "I'm scared, Charles."

Suddenly the smile on his face faded and his place was taken by a frown of concern. "Scared of what, Y/N?"

With your eyes closed, you let out another sigh and then looked directly into his eyes as you placed one of your hands on his heart and the other intertwined with his fingers, "That one of the times you go out you don't come back to me, Charles. I'm afraid of the effect that your angelic appearance causes on others, and don't get me wrong, I don't intend to lock you up by my side forever and I love your independence, it's not that I doubt the love you have for me… it's just that all these feelings are so new to me, I've never experienced them with anyone else."

Your eyes were glossy as you let out those overwhelmed thoughts that rounded on your mind, "I'm jealous, Charles, a kind of jealousy that comes more from envy of everyone and everything, of people who see you from afar even when you walk together me, the water that runs through your body even when we take showers together, the fraction of a second in which a morning craving takes over your mind, everything, Charles. Even if I try to limit myself, I can't help but want to be everything to you , and I'm afraid that maybe this will make you walk away from me forever."

He listened attentively to those thoughts and feelings that torment you and, by the time you completely removed them from your chest, he raised your clasped hands and deposited a series of kisses on your knuckles.

"I understand what you're saying, mon âme", your hopeful gaze looked at him more intensely, "I understand you because I feel that way about you too, it's just that I'm not good enough to put it into words just like you just did, so I thank you for translating my mind and for loving me the same way that I love you… And I want you to know that there is nothing wrong with feeling as intensely as we both do, I know that right now society seeks to balance everything it can to make it more pragmatic, but we are talking about feelings, our feelings. And for me it is important that you know that in our relationship we can be ourselves, we do not have to limit ourselves in any way."

At the end of their confessions, you both had tears running down your cheeks, however, none of you rushed to get rid of them as had happened on previous occasions, since this time those tears would not come from negative feelings but from an excess of love that flooded your hearts. seeing its opportunity to come out in watery form.

"I love you so much Charles Marc Hervé Leclerc".

He poured all his love for you in a breathtaking kiss that made you feel the purest places of his soul.

"I love you so much Y/N".

Thank you so much for reading, any kind of interaction is highly apreciated

[selineram3421]

*Mermay ending* Sigh..

Other Worldly

Part 5

Part 4

Alastor X Shy Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ selectively mute reader, Italics= thoughts, implied past love(living life), jelly Alastor lol, Francis Forever-Mitski ⚠

Something he's noticed is that his little mer has been smiling more often.

Perhaps it was because they got more comfortable with speaking with the others but they still held some caution when around him. He wanted to change that very soon. The Radio Demon was quite impatient, especially when it came to something he wanted.

The mer used the pond area with the dock a lot more since his shadow guided them there. With them distracted in that little area, he started working on something new not too far.

It took less than a few days to finish and Alastor was ready to share it with them once he felt content with how it looked.

"Hm..", he hummed, thinking of when to show the gift he prepared to the aquatic demon. "I suppose I'll let them know after lunch time.", he decided.

After having lunch, he made his way down the hall that led to his hotel room.

Not seeing them anywhere in the hotel, he realized that they must have gone to the pond with the dock again.

He heard a faint hum as he approached, slowly increasing in volume. Not too far from the pond, he spotted them in the water.

Before he could announce himself, he heard the mer start to sing.

"I don't know what to do without you.

I don't know where to put my hands.

I've been trying to lay my head down

But I'm writing this at three a.m."

The Radio Demon stood still and listened, curious about the song.

"I don't need the world to see

That I've been the best I can be, but

I don't think I could stand to be

Where you don't see me."

Who is this about? He wondered. Why are they stuck in my Mer's head?

"And autumn comes when you're not yet done

With the summer passing by, but

I don't think I could stand to be

Where you don't see me."

He took a step closer when they finished singing.

"I wonder why it is that you sing such sad songs whenever I catch you.", he spoke, earning a squeak of surprise from the mer in response.

They hid most of themselves in the water, eyes just above it as they turned to face him.

He lifted a brow and chuckled.

How bashful.

"Come now my dear!", he said, using his shadows to pull them out of the water and into his arms. "I have something I'd like to show you!"

They gasped and scrambled to balance themselves, clutching onto his coat once they settled in his arms. He smiled when they glared at him with a pout.

"Smile dear~", he said, his smile turning into a grin.

They look away with a huff.

.

You don't like when he appears randomly whenever you're singing about her.

When he tells you to smile, you look away.

I hate this.. You thought with a furrowed brow. I hate when he catches me.

"Let's start heading over.", he said softly and began walking into the woodland area.

You haven't really explored all of the space that was provided for you to sing, so you looked around curiously, wondering where you were being taken.

"Where are we going?", you finally asked after a moment's silence.

"Ah, so they can speak.", Alastor's smile widens.

You roll your eyes and look away.

"Now, now. I'm only teasing.", he chuckles. "It's a surprise. Not too far from the little pond.", he answers. "Meanwhile, I'd like to ask you a question or two."

A question? About what? You thought.

"Who is it?", he asks. "The one that plagues your thoughts so, whenever you're singing those songs."

You look down at your tail and frown.

You didn't want to tell him. Why would he care about that? He had what he wanted and that was to listen to you sing. You didn't have to tell him anything else about your past. About your living life. About her..

"No one important.", you decide to respond.

"Ah, but it is someone?", he leans his head closer to yours.

You ignore him and listen to the crunch of twigs and grass, some occasional mud as he walks.

"Well, whoever it is, I'm going to ask you to sing those songs for me."

Blink

It catches you by surprise but you look up at him confused.

"What? Why?"

He just gives you a closed eyed smile. "Why not? I do so love your singing."

You look away again.

.

Alastor's smile grew as he noticed the blush forming on the mer's cheeks as they turned their head away.

Good to know they are sweet when complimented. He thought and noticed how close the gift was. "Close your eyes dear. I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise now."

They glanced over at him with a questionable gaze but did as told, closing their eyes.

Carefully and quietly, he had his shadow move some of the willow tree leaves out of the way as he walked into their gift, setting them down on a smooth stone.

"Wait a moment longer.", he whispered into their ear before standing straight and snapped his fingers.

Little fireflies appeared, completing the look.

"Now you may look."

He watched with interest as they opened their eyes, smile turning soft as they gasped and looked around to see the space he created for them.

Trees that towered, the leaves covering most of the light, only a few beams of light hit the water and made the area glow. Willow tree leaves brushing against the water as they created little hiding spots beneath them and some vines hanging off the other trees.

They were enchanted by the sight and he noticed they wanted to explore but they paused.

"Why are you-", the siren began. "Why?", they asked in a hushed voice as they turned to look at him.

All the Radio Demon did was smile and took a step closer, leaning down to stroke their cheek.

"That little pond didn't suit you, so I made something that did.", he replied.

There was an odd thrum coming from somewhere but he didn't bother to pay attention to it. Right now, all he wanted to do was watch his little mer enjoy their gift, surrounded by the flickering lights from the fireflies.

He would have them.

*mermay in my heart* I'll work on the other fics now, just needed the mermay stuff out of my system. This isn't the end though.

Seline, the person.

Part 6

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[bones4thecats]

How Did They Meet Their Singer! S/O?

Type of Writing: #4 - Poll Result Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, and Eoel Felmier Name: How Did They Meet Their Singer! S/O? Original Poll Link: Here

A/N: In Vil's part, the story I mentioned in completely fictional, basically was something I made up on the spot, and I also mentioned songs after the piece of a characters that I can see them singing with their S/O!

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👑 Vil is a famous person within Twisted Wonderland, and, due to his standing, he was getting many different offers for some movies that were going into production

👑 One stood out more than others, it was the retelling of an old book series that his father used to read to him all the time as a kid, The Apple of the Roses

👑 This story was kinda like a fairy-tale, with its own twist, that being the main character turned out to be the real villain of the story, and it just felt nice having himself be offered such a role, as the supposed 'main antagonist'

👑 He knew there was going to be singing, as it was specified as a musical-re-telling, so, he also expected his character's love interest to be a grand singer themselves

👑 But, when it was announced that you, the newest addiction to a mass of rising singers, was set to be his love interest, he suddenly really wanted to meet you and start practicing, which was not normal for him

👑 When you stood in front of him, dressed up all nice while maintaining the most polite expression you could muster, he was quite taken-aback, normally people are super on-edge around him

👑 Well, everyone besides that damned Neige

👑 Vil set his headphones on his ears as he watched you do the same across the glass panel, laying the sheet of lyrics on the stand as you adjusted the microphone to fit your needs, and he cleared his throat and nodded his signal to the people viewing

👑 He'd be lying if he said he wasn't shocked when he heard you sing your lines, your honey-coated voice swapping between powerful and soft like nothing

👑 Oh, he was going to enjoy making this more than he thought...

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🏹 He was first introduced to your music when he joined Pomefiore, and Vil was speaking about his new friend in the industry, a singer by the name of Y/N L/N

🏹 Rook listened intently as Vil spoke about your talent, about how your voice could vary based on the tone and loudness of the music being played, and Rook was very much wanting to meet you and hear your voice

🏹 Not just by some app on his phone, but by a real-time show

🏹 So, when Vil decided to have Rook go with him on a small trip during Spring Vacation to watch him perform and record with you, he jumped up and pledged how amazing this was and honored he'd be to see the most fair and the fairest-voiced in the land in the same room

🏹 You walked inside and hugged Vil, asking how his time at Night Raven was and he answered with an polite 'well' and he introduced you and the hunter to one another

🏹 He put you off at first, with how blunt and lovely his compliments were. You, obviously, had many admires sending letters to your apartment, but, hearing how genuine his were, you got flushed

🏹 Vil smiled and lightly grabbed your hand, telling Rook to ready his ears, since recording was going to start soon

🏹 There was a small glass panel separating you and Vil from one-another, and, when you started the beautiful melody with a soft undertone while Vil was strong, his eyes sparkled

🏹 He heard you over the many apps that the students of Pomefiore would play, and he knew your voice was amazing, but, to him, it was far better in-person

🏹 Rook must speak to you about this later on! But, for now, he can enjoy himself in humming alongside you and his housewarden

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🍎 Oh boy, he was super confused when Vil asked him if he knew who was singing a song

🍎 Epel was just walking around, doing his, in his opinions, stupid lessons, when Rook ran into the room while playing one of your newest songs, which was a mixture of country and pop

🍎 He just stood there and answered with a solid no, and Vil face-palmed lightly, as to not damage his flawless skin, and he ordered for Rook to call you

🍎 This poor boy just wants a day off from these idiotic situations, please great seven send him to his farm for a day

🍎 You answered the call of Vil's and smiled, greeting your old friend, asking him what he needed, in which he answered with a classic 'someone wanted to talk to you'

🍎 Cocking an eyebrow lightly, you chuckled and told him to show you whoever wished to speak to your lovely self, and hearing that, Epel began to hide his face out of embarrassment

🍎 Of course, he had heard about you from his first year friends, Ace and Deuce, but he had never really dug into anything to find out who you were exactly, he grew up listening to pure country music, give him a break

🍎 You gave him a smile and a sweet-sounding hello, in which he stuttered lightly before eventually gaining confidence to ask you some questions that were 'appropriate' for the moment, at least in Vil's eyes

🍎 Epel looked through the screen and into your eyes, noticing how you were looking up every few second, and he noticed you were in a recording booth, that was when he asked if you were about to record a song

" Oh! Yes, actually I am rehearsing to sing my newest song; The Apple of my Heart. Would you like to watch and listen? You can if you want, I don't wanna pressure you! "

🍎 His eyes widened in curiosity and he answered with a yes, allowing you to nod and lay your camera down, pointing to you and your headphones snugly held onto your head and you gave a thumbs up to your live-audience and began singing

🍎 Holy hell-raising of a bad harvest, your voice was amazing! He could listen to you all day!

🍎 Before you could hang up and get back to work, you asked for his number and wrote it down as he said it, and you promised to give him a quick message, after all, he seemed really fun!

🍎 Oh, what has he gotten into now...?

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