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Nyx admires Vitanis foot long and then ruins her underwear

Vitani: she/her - Nyx: any

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wings

Pairing: Azriel x fem reader, IC (platonic) x reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Warnings: 18+, smut, P in V, lots of fluff

Summary: Who would've thought that your found family would be so captivated by your hidden wings? As they reminisce about their first glimpses of your ethereal secret, you realise just how cherished and adored you truly are.

Wings Universe - More from this world.

"I distinctly remember," Mor began, her voice filled with excitement, drawing not only your attention from the comforting cocoon of Azriel's arms, but also the rooms. She sat opposite you, a slight mischief twinkling in her eyes as she leaned forward.

You were all nestled in one of the many living rooms at the House of Wind. 

Under the flickering faelight, you sat beside Azriel– your mate. His large presence ever the comfort, as he enveloped you in his arms. His fingers, tracing intricate patterns through your hair, each touch sending ripples of relaxation through your body. 

If it weren't for the loudness of your friends and family, their remarks not failing to echo through the room, Azriel’s touch alone could have lulled you into a blissful slumber. 

"It was a surprise for sure," Feyre chimed in, a playful smirk dancing across her lips as she glanced over at your slightly confused expression. Sensing your distraction, Azriel reluctantly released his hold on you, joining the conversation with a gentle touch of his hand settling on the small of your back.

"My experience was quite a shock," Cassian added with a grin.

“Mine, I have to say is one I’d like to forget” Rhys grimaced as Feyre gave him an annoyed knowing look.

Amren, rolled her eyes at her family's theatrics. "You all make such a big deal out of everything," she remarked, her tone dry.

Your brows furrowed as you pieced together the fragments of the conversation, realisation dawning as Mor's words began to paint a vivid picture.

The topic of discussion? The first time they laid eyes on your beautiful wings.

 𓇢𓆸

Mor, Feyre and Nesta.

It was one of Feyre’s first nights out since welcoming Nyx into the world; she’d been dying for a night off. Craving the simple joys of the company of her girlfriends. Sensing her desperation for a night to let loose, you, Mor, and Nesta had taken it upon yourselves to orchestrate the perfect girls night out for your High Lady.

The night quickly unfolded into a flurry of laughter and dancing. Drinks were spilled, songs were sung. Rita’s being your chosen sanctuary for the night. You all let yourselves get lost in the music and infectious energy of the bar. Drinks were flowing freely, and the hours quickly slipped away like grains of sand in an hourglass.

It wasn’t until the sun had started to rise again that you all quickly realised you needed to get home. You’re not sure how in their drunken states, but Mor and Feyre had successfully managed to winnow you all back to River House, all collapsing in a giggling heap in the foyer.

A fit of laughter overtook the group as you stumbled and pushed, trying to untangle yourselves from one another. You managed to push yourself onto unsteady feet, only to trip over Nesta’s dress and stumble back onto Mor. With your balance faltering, a shimmer of magic danced through the air as your wings burst forth, a kaleidoscope of iridescent pink hues unfurling into the air. Your wings, delicate and light, burst with specs of fairy dust that glowed around you.

The room fell silent, the trio frozen in awe at the sight before them. Then, like a spell breaking, laughter bubbled forth, filling the space with joyous echoes. Mor's eyes sparkled with delight as she pulled you into an embrace, Feyre's lips curled into a grin, and even Nesta couldn't help but crack a smile.

"You sneaky thing," Mor teased, reaching out to brush her fingers against the delicate wings "Keeping such beauty hidden away."

“I bet Azriel loves keeping this side of you to himself,” Nesta purred, her voice laced with mischief as something provocative glinted in her eyes.

You responded with a playful stick-out of your tongue at Nesta, before turning your attention to Mor and Feyre, who were now a pair of mesmerised females, giggling like children as they reached out to touch this new part of their friend they had never seen before.

They had always known you had wings, from the type of fae you were, but you had always kept them hidden and they never dared to ask for you to reveal them.

"Hands off!" you exclaimed, your voice a blend of amusement and mock outrage as you swatted and smacked at their approaching fingers, the sound of laughter echoing through the halls.

Of course, they respectfully obeyed your wishes, but there was a warmth that filled their chests as you all stumbled arms wrapped around one another through the house, enjoying a new part of their friend that had been revealed.

 𓇢𓆸

Cassian.

Cassian's mischievous streak knew no bounds, especially when it came to playing pranks on you. He found something undeniably endearing about your reactions, and there was a certain satisfaction when he knew these teasing antics could also annoy Azriel too. 

On this particular day, you were busy in the kitchen, practising a cake recipe that Elain had shared with you. Determined to make the perfect cake for Azriel's upcoming birthday, you meticulously measured ingredients, oblivious to the looming presence of your giant friend.

Cassian's eyes twinkled with mischief as he saw his chance to play. With careful grace, he approached, holding his breath before unleashing his voice.

"BOO!" His voice boomed across the room, his figure looming over you with a triumphant grin.

Startled, you spun around in a flurry of flour, heart racing in your chest at the sudden noise. And then, in a moment of surprise, your magic wavered, and your wings unfurled in a burst of ethereal light.

The room fell silent as Cassian's eyes widened in disbelief, laughter fading into awe at the sight before him. "What in the Cauldron," he breathed, barely a whisper, his finger pointing at the delicate appendage. "What are those?"

You fluttered your wings away, annoyance evident in your voice as you retaliated with a playful toss of flour in his direction. "Cassian!" you exclaimed.

"YOU HAVE WINGS!" Cassian's excitement was palpable, his grin spreading from ear to ear.

"Of course I have wings, I'm a fairy," you retorted, arms outstretched in exasperation.

“AZRIEL…YOUR MATE HAS WINGS” he screamed knowing his vibrating voice would find his brother.

Azriel materialised from the shadows, concern evident in his eyes as he approached, brushing away the flour that had settled on your face. His expression shifted to admiration as he took in the sight of your wings shimmering behind you.

"Stop tormenting my mate, Cass," Azriel scolded gently, his protective instincts kicking in as he pulled you into a soft embrace, his lips pressing to the top of your head.

"She has wings!" Cassian exclaimed once more, disbelief colouring his tone. There was a touch of annoyance, as he realised he may have been the only one to not know this about you.

Cassian, like a moth attracted to a light, reached his giant hand out again wanting to get close to the wings that were so unlike his own.

"No touching" Azriel growled, his tone leaving no room for argument. Cassian withdrew his hand, a hint of disappointment flickering across his features as he chewed his lip in an attempt to avoid pouting.

"So does this mean... we can go flying together?" Cassian asked as the revelation came to his mind, excitement bubbling in his voice.

Your brow quirked slightly, a playful glint dancing in your eyes as a small smirk tugged at your lips. Cassian watched you carefully, anticipation written across his features, while Azriel pulled away knowingly.

You nodded slowly, a challenge evident in your gaze. "I’ll race ya," you declared, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

With that, you pushed past Cassian and darted out of the room, your wings fluttering gracefully as you made your way to the nearest balcony. Without hesitation, you leaped off the edge and into the open air, the wind rushing past you as you soared into the night sky.

Cassian was quick to follow, a grin spreading across his face as he embraced the exhilarating freedom of flight. And not far behind him, Azriel joined the fray, his own wings beating with a steady rhythm as he soared through the air.

Together, you three took to the skies, weaving and darting through the night sky.

 𓇢𓆸

Rhys and Nyx.

“And stretch them out…That’s it my boy” Rhys spoke proudly as he watched his son in front of him stretch and extend his wings.

You had found yourself in the company of one of Rhys’ flying lessons, nestled on one of the chaise lounges on the balcony, a book in hand as you half-read, half-watched your High Lord teaching his son how to use his wings.

Nyx, though perhaps still a little too young to fly, was eager to learn. So desperate to be like his father and uncles. With Rhys' guidance, he tentatively stretched out his wings, mimicking his father's movements under the watchful gaze of the night sky.

Rhys, a picture of fatherly pride, stood by Nyx's side, his attention unwavering—until a sudden commotion from inside drew his focus for just a fleeting moment. In that brief lapse of attention, the sudden gust of wind caught Nyx and his perfectly poised wings off guard, sending him teetering towards the edge, a gasp escaping his lips.

Instinct surged through you like a bolt of lightning as your wings burst forth in a flurry of motion, carrying you across the expanse with a grace honed over centuries. With swift precision, you swooped in, catching Nyx in your embrace just as he hovered on the brink of danger.

Wide-eyed and breathless, Nyx looked up at you in awe, his innocent admiration pulling at the strings of your heart. "Pwetty," he murmured, his wonder mirrored in the glow of your own wings, illuminated by the moonlight.

You wasted no time in safely landing back onto the balcony, Rhys rushing to your side with bewilderment and shock etched on his features as a torrent of thank-yous spilled from his lips.

As Nyx pawed at your wings, you carefully fluttered them away from his reach, mindful of their delicate nature. Rhys, after the scare of what had just happened, or almost happened. Took a moment to truly appreciate the sight of your wings— beautiful and light, shimmering a pink glow that was a stark contrast to his own.

His relief was short-lived, however, as it became apparent that Feyre had witnessed the entire ordeal. With a swift scolding, she whisked Nyx from your arms, sending you a silent 'thank you' before retreating inside, cradling her son protectively.

"No flying lessons with Daddy from now on," Feyre scolded directly at her mate before she cooed at her son again. "What would we have done if Auntie Y/N hadn't been here?" she mused aloud, her words lingering in the night air.

Rhys glanced over at you, questions swirling in his head at how you had so quickly been there to rescue their son from danger. 

"They may be more delicate than your wings, but I am quicker, swifter, and more agile than you big Illyrian babies will ever be," you teased lightly, your words carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Thank the Cauldron you are," Rhys breathed with a soft smile, his eyes reflecting the depths of his gratitude. You gently patted his shoulder before ushering him inside.

 𓇢𓆸

Azriel.

“Gods you are beautiful” Azriel groaned, sweat beading down his temple as he looked at you. Your own eyes fluttering shut in pleasure as you continued to ride your mate.

You had both finally and officially accepted the mating bond, preparing Azriel’s favourite meal as a gesture of your acceptance. He had eagerly devoured the food, the golden thread connecting you both deeper and stronger than you ever thought possible.

You had felt his emotion rippling towards you that night. There was a sense of overwhelming gratitude, a deep-seated appreciation for finally having someone who understood him in ways no one else ever could. There was a feeling of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders, knowing that he had found someone who truly accepted him for who he was.

But above all, there was a profound sense of belonging—a feeling of being chosen, not just as a lover, but as a partner, a confidant, a soulmate.

As the night progressed, things escalated quickly. Your bodies entwined in a passionate frenzy. Finally, after months of yearning and longing, you found yourselves in each other's arms.

You straddled him, your breasts flushed against his hard chest, in an unbreakable embrace as his hands tightly gripped your lower back, moving with you as you rode out a dance of pleasure. His large wings stretched behind him, twitching slightly as a sign of his impending release.

"You feel so perfect, angel," he purred against your neck, peppering it with soft kisses before pulling away to watch your face.

Your features were contorted in a mix of pleasure and desire, moans escaping from your lips as you steadily climbed towards climax. His rhythm became deeper and more intense, bringing you closer to the edge.

"Azriel..." you moaned out his name, throwing your head back and arching your body as ecstasy coursed through you. 

“That’s it my love, that’s it…”

Azriel’s words got stuck in this throat as he watched you reach the peak of bliss, the air around you suddenly seemed to shimmer and a soft ethereal light enveloped your beings. Azriel's eyes widened in awe at the magnificent sight before him. Glowing iridescent wings sprouted from your back, their delicate pink hues dancing in the dim light of your chamber. They fluttered gently, casting a mesmerising glow that bathed both of you in a radiant aura of magic.

Filled with wonder and awe, he was sent over the edge, his own release filling you as he held the most ethereal being in his arms. 

"So beautiful..." Azriel breathed out, almost in disbelief as he couldn't fathom how you could be any more breathtaking than you already were. 

Your wings twitched and fluttered as you rode out the waves of pleasure, the intensity of the moment slowly subsiding as you rested your forehead against Azriel's, your breaths mingling in the intimate space between you. A blush crept across your cheeks as you realised what you had just revealed to him in your most vulnerable and intimate moment. The soft glow of your wings gradually settled, the dust they had created floating gently around the room like stardust.

"Azriel... I..." you began, your voice barely a whisper, emotions swirling within you like a tempest.

But before you could find the words to express the depth of your feelings, Azriel's firm yet gentle voice cut through the air, his eyes flickering with warmth and adoration as he spoke.

"Let me say it first," he insisted, his arms tightening around you in a comforting embrace. "You are my guiding light in the darkness, my entire soul's devotion...I..- I love you."

Your wings, now settled and slightly slumped with the weight of the moment, trembled at his words, the warmth in your chest swelling with each syllable he uttered. Tears welled in your eyes, reflecting the tear that had already spilled from Azriel's.

"I love you, Azriel," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "I am yours forever, in this life and the next."

Your lips found one another again, bodies and souls intertwining under the soft glow of your wings.

 𓇢𓆸

As your friends reminisced about the first time they saw your wings, Azriel, ever the gentleman, only vaguely danced around his recollection. He shared that it had been when you accepted the mating bond for him. The vague blush that covered your cheeks was enough to dissuade further inquiry from your friends.

"Am I the only one who didn't realise you had wings?" Cassian asked incredulously, only to be met with a pillow thrown by Mor.

"You really need to brush up on your Fae race history and anatomy if you didn’t know she had wings" she teased, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

"I can’t believe it all had to be so dramatic though," Amren remarked. "I simply asked her to show me the first week we met, and she obliged."

You smiled nervously at Amren's confession, feeling the weight of your friends' stares.

"So you're saying we could have just asked all this time?" Feyre exclaimed.

You chuckled sheepishly. "I only hide them because they’re delicate... and you guys can be, well…"

"We can be what?" Mor's gaze teased as she leaned in closer.

Instinctively, you moved closer to Azriel for protection, but he seemed to find humour in the situation.

"Clumsy... not always spatially aware," you admitted with a sheepish grin.

"Is that so?" Cassian drawled, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he glanced at Mor.

"Show us your wings then," Nesta declared bluntly, slightly frustrated that Amren had gotten one up on her by simply asking you.

"No," you replied firmly, not wanting to suddenly bend to their will.

Cassian and Mor exchanged a knowing look, a mischievous plan forming between them. Without warning, they both lunged at you, their playful attack catching you off guard.

You cried out for Azriel's help, but to your dismay, he seemed to be thoroughly entertained by the spectacle unfolding before him. Cassian's firm grip on your wrists pulled you closer to him, while Mor's embrace from behind left you feeling both trapped and ticklish.

"Not spatially aware, huh?" Mor teased, her fingers jabbing playfully at your waist, eliciting a cascade of laughter from you.

Your please for assistance only seemed to amuse Azriel further, his smirk betraying the mischief dancing in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” he chuckled, his voice laced with mirth. “But the outcome of this is one you know I love seeing.”

Your friends playful assault only continued, your giggles filling the room. And in the midst of it all, your wings unfurled, revealing the delicate, pink membranes that had been the topic of conversation for the past hour.

They fluttered from your back, casting a glowing aura across the room and around you. They resembled delicate petals kissed by the soft hues of dawn, shimmering an iridescent pink that mesmerised anyone who laid eyes on them. 

“There she is…” Azriel murmered under his breath. A fond smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He could feel the pride filling his chest as he watched you, gazing at your beautiful wings in all their ethereal glory.

But it wasn’t just your mate gazing at your with love.

No, your family found themselves grinning ear to ear, looking at you with admiration as they watched you glow.

A glow they were forever grateful for.

a/n: not really my best work, but just some loveliness for you all to read! It was an idea I came up with that I instantly dumped on @illyrianbitch (as I always do) and she thought it was a sweet enough idea to write, so here it isssss!! Enjoy my loves <3

Hopefully will resume series writing soon - Lottie x

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Forgotten: Part Two

Azriel wakes to find himself with everything he'd never allowed himself to wish for. Now, faced with the reality of all he thought he wanted, he must come to terms with his desires and the unexpected direction his life had taken.

Word count - 3564

A/N - Thank you all so much for reading the first part of my little story and for all the lovely comments and words of encouragement. I'm still learning how to post and interact on here, a few people asked to be added to a taglist which I've tried to create but I'm not sure if it actually works.

Part One ☪ Part Three

Forgotten Universe: Pretty Eyes

Azriel

Azriel was still under Madja’s knurled fingers as they palpated his temples, the soothing chill of her healing magic drifted over tender, swollen skin. Her copper eyes assessed his face closely and he schooled his features into a blank mask. His gaze drifted over the curve of her shoulder to meet Rhys as he lingered by the open doors of the balcony. The bland smile, the loose set of his shoulders, and the hands that hung casually in the pockets of his trousers irked Azriel. After so many years it wasn’t difficult to read this feigned nonchalance, the worry it masked beneath.

“A lingering effect of the head injury, exacerbated by the bloodsbane.” Madja’s fingers continued to probe as Azriel returned his attention to her. Thickness lingered on his tongue; left over from the medication she’d administered on her arrival to reign in his fever. His head felt clearer now, where his shadows had been silent before they sang again, murmuring of the almost imperceptible anxious shift of Rhys’ weight on the floorboards. Elsewhere the House of Wind was quiet and empty, Elain having fled into Rhys’ arms with a demand to be winnowed home without sparing a glance in his direction. Azriel had been left to stew in solitude until his brother had returned with the ancient healer tucked in his arms, greying spindrift hair windswept, her face lined with wrinkles and kind concern.

“Some amnesia isn’t uncommon with an injury like this,” Madja continued finally pulling her hands away from his face. “Though to ascertain its true extent you must tell us what you remember shadow-singer.” She retreated from him into the chair Elain had occupied earlier, righted by Rhys, and slowly lowered herself on creaking joints. Azriel balked a little under the attention as he tried to force himself to recollect. Pain brewed between his eyes. He remembered the visit to Hewn City, the scheming; the gifting of Nesta’s made blade to Eris. He remembered the solstice party, the disaster of his foray with Elain afterward, and his brother’s wrath. The ensuing weeks had been busy, his mornings occupied with training the Valkyries and concocting obstacle courses modeled after the Blood Rite qualifier. The afternoons and evenings spent keeping tabs on Eris and following up on the dead leads from whispers and fables of high-fae women bearing winged babes. Everything after was hazy, difficult to hold, and worsened the pain in his head if he tried to focus for too long.

“Feyre,” he said, and Rhys cocked an eyebrow, his face encouraging him to continue. “We were following leads on the delivery of winged babes.” The darkening of Rhys’ features filled Azriel with a sense of foreboding. “Feyre,” he continued, “is she…Is the babe...” He trailed off, unsure of how to broach the topic. Rhys’ features softened, understanding his brother had misinterpreted the emotion to be driven by his grief and loss and not for the male before him. Shoulders pulled forward in a rare display of vulnerability, scarred fingers clasping his knees for stability, Rhys struggled to recall a recent memory of seeing his brother so open, so vulnerable. He hadn’t seen him this lost since their youth in the war camps.

“Feyre,” Rhy drawled, fixing Azriel with what he hoped was an abating expression. “And the babe, we named him Nyx, they’re both well. Perfect.” Rhys watched his brother process the information, the small twitch of the corner of his mouth the only sign of his surprise. Watched as Azriel came to terms with the missing months in the timeline, Feyre still had half of her pregnancy to go during the solstice. How would he even begin to broach the missing years? “You don’t remember anything about the attack?” Rhys probed, Azriel bristled under the line of questioning.

“No.” His fingers danced over his injured abdomen and trailed the bandages before climbing up to rub over the empty feeling in his chest, worse than any wound he’d ever gotten. It left him feeling cold and empty. The glint of his rings caught his eye. The signet on his little finger embossed with the Night Court symbol, a gift from Rhys centuries ago declaring him part of his found family, rubbed against an unfamiliar band of gold.

Feyre

Feyre locked eyes with Nuala as she crouched over Nyx playing with his toys on the carpet. The shadow-wraith stepped silently over to them and greeted the young heir to the Night Court with a small smile, producing a plate of homemade biscuits warm from the oven and smelling of cinnamon. Nyx fixed her with his cerulean eyes and toothy smile, cheeks chubby from the lingering fat of youth. Reaching out to fist the crumbling treat in one hand he thanked her, proceeding to get more crumbs in the creases of his clothes than he did in his mouth. Feyre’s heart swelled.

“I’ll be back soon,” she reached out to stroke his midnight hair as his arms waved, one brandishing a small wooden figure and the other his half-eaten treat.

“Okay, mama.” His eyes were drawn to her briefly before he returned to his imaginary world, moving his wooden figure into position to conquer the high ground of his drawing table, covered in drying paint and charcoal pencils.

“You’ll behave for Nuala won’t you?” Nyx nodded eagerly in agreement and proceeded to clash the figurine in his hand against a triangle formation of his enemies with a sound of delight. Feyre rose, leaning close to thank the shadow-wraith on her way to the door. After taking an indulgent glance backward she stepped into the breach, winnowing to a familiar path on the outskirts of Velaris.

Well-manicured grass thick with morning dew poked through the paving stones Feyre stepped between on the way up to the front door. The lower level was in darkness, the windows blending into the dark stone and winding vines. The second level blazed, fae light seeping out of the floor-to-ceiling windows though Feyre saw no movement.

The dark wood of the door opened on a wind under her fist, poised to knock, and Feyre took the invitation to enter. The foyer offset the chill of the early morning air and she made a beeline towards the dark staircase. The open door allowed a beam of sunlight into the sitting area, dark with the curtains drawn, illuminating the comfortable leather chairs perched around the large fireplace.

Feyre eyed the portrait hanging above the mantle, a solstice gift to Azriel the year after his mating ceremony, her heart ached. Depicting the moment after the vows had been said and the food exchanged, hands clasped between them bound by thick dark ribbon, Feyre remembered agonizing for days over how to properly encapsulate onto the canvas the shared look of love and adoration. Feyre couldn’t imagine how you had coped over the last few days, in the last months of pregnancy sitting vigil at Azriel’s bedside wondering if he would wake up. Presumably elated to hear he had awake, only to find him in the arms of another woman, one with whom he shared such history.

Continuing up the stairs to the second floor Feyre followed the fae lights towards the front of the house. The door to the nursery was ajar and she stopped short of the threshold. Your back was to her, one hand tracing the soft carved wood of the bassinet Azriel had spent every spare moment painstakingly crafting. The scent of fresh paint hung in the air, leftover from a few weeks ago when the pair of you decorated the walls with murals of snow-capped mountains, lush forest greenery, and frolicking animals.

Suspended over the bassinet in a sea of miniature stars hung multicolored globes, each spinning on their invisible axis. The spiraling constellation, you’d called it a galaxy, held all the planets known to your people. Feyre wondered how many you’d seen in your trips across the stars as you reached up into the field of magic closest to you to trace your fingers over a small planet of russet brown cratered with darker swirls.

“Rhys told me what happened.” Feyre watched as you continued to agitate the floating sphere. You didn’t turn. She crept closer into the room, torn between giving you space and reaching out in comfort. She waited with bated breath to see if you would respond before continuing. “It’s the head injury, he doesn’t remember.”

“He had no idea who I was.” The hand that hung in the stars moved to cradle your abdomen. “He would’ve…” You trailed off. The posturing, the aggression, there was no doubt at that moment Azriel viewed you only as a threat, a stranger, someone who had invaded his home. That was not the male who had doted on you only a week before, hands cradling you gently as his lips brushed your soft skin singing low lullabies to your unborn babe.

“Elain was at the River House earlier,” Rhys had dropped her there with a rushed explanation before disappearing again. “She feels awful, she wanted to come and apologise.” Feyre wasn’t sure why she brought up Elain, as soon as the words were out of her mouth she realised she’d made a grave miscalculation.

“I don’t care what Elain wants right now Feyre.” The temperature in the room plummeted as you finally turned to look at her. For a moment the air in the room thinned and Feyre struggled against the pressure of the vacuum that forced her to exhale. As quickly as it came the atmosphere in the room returned to normal and she sucked in a shaky breath through her teeth.

“I know, I know. I didn’t mean it like that.” Feyre tried to keep her voice low and soothing, pinned under your gaze as she edged closer, reaching out to place an open palm on your arm. “Madja’s with him now, she says that all this is to be expected. When Rhys spoke to her earlier she said these things usually resolve themselves with time.” Your thumb traced gentle circles on your swollen belly.

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a little short on that right now.” The anger in your tone was undermined by the tears threatening to spill. Realising there wasn’t anything she could say Feyre moved to pull your body against her own. Arms encircling you in a comforting embrace, she rubbed her fingers between your shoulder blades. You moved to hold her back, resting your face in the space where her neck met her shoulder as you let the tears fall. “What am I going to do?” Your voice was thin and watery, in the time Feyre had known you she’d never heard you speak with so little conviction.

“We’re going to figure this out.” She pulled away slightly and clasped your face between her hands, forcing you to meet her gaze. “I promise. You have all of us, you’re not alone in this. We’ll do everything we can for you, both of you.” Nodding you sniffed, pulling away. Feyre let you go as you turned your attention back out to the window, eying the gilded disc of the sun as it rose across the Valaris skyline.

“I’m heading to the House of Wind,” Feyre continued to observe you as you tracked the ascent. “Would you like to come?” You moved closer to the window. On the opposite side of the city you could see the grand mountain range and it’s carved residence. Through the morning mist blanketing the base a large, winged figure rose, angling to land on one of the balconies.

“I don’t think I can look at him right now.” Feyre acquiesced her desire to push you to come with her.

Azriel

After Madja had left Rhys with strict instructions regarding Azriel’s rehabilitation over the next couple of days, he’d supported his brother’s weight while they made slow progress to the bathroom. Azriel’s limbs felt stiff, uncharacteristically uncoordinated and he concentrated on remaining upright and shuffling one foot in front of the other.

Steam rose from the bath the House had prepared, swirling to meet the shadows that seeped down his arm as Azriel braced one hand on the edge of the tub. Using the other he edged the loose cotton trousers down over his thighs until they pooled at his feet. Fingers tugged at the cotton on his abdomen to find purchase, loosening and unwinding until the bandaging fell away to reveal an angry pink scar, jagged and stark against tanned skin.

“Want me to wash your back?” Rhys shot him a cheeky grin, but the mirth in his voice didn’t reach his eyes. Azriel appreciated the effort, this small attempt at normalcy. He shot his brother an obscene gesture before raising one leg to step into the tub, thigh muscles twitching as he shifted into the hot water. Using his arms to brace his weight he started to lower himself in, descending too quickly they struggled to hold him up causing a wave of bathwater to soak the floor. Azriel sunk under the warmth of the water, allowing it to soothe him.

“We’ll be in the dining room, come down when you’re ready.” His shadows had already informed him of Cassian and Nesta’s arrival, he assumed the rest of his family wouldn’t be far behind. Azriel nodded, avoiding Rhys’ gaze, pretending to study the shadows roiling over the water. In the mirror on the opposite wall, Azriel watched Rhys’ reflection as he opened his mouth as if to speak, no sound coming out as he considered, before closing it again and disappearing through the doorway.

Dressing had been an arduous process, though no longer stiff and painful his muscles had a weakness that he wasn’t used to. After struggling into the tight second skin of his fighting leathers he felt more himself. Finding truth-teller laid out in its holster on the dresser he strapped it to his thigh. His shadows, now a fuller cohort with the effects of the bloodbane leaving his system, were a thick tangle of moving darkness, sour and agitated in solidarity with their master.

Despite his interrogation, they hadn’t offered him any useful information, it caused Azriel great frustration when they took the stance of purposeful vagueness or outright ignored him. He sent them ahead down the corridor to scout out the dining room only to be turned around by a shield of impenetrable night. Whatever conversations were going on in that room, Rhys did not want him privy to them. His own family, keeping secrets. It left a bad taste in Azriel’s mouth, a sense of betrayal in his chest that sat next to the empty feeling he was growing accustomed to, a limb he didn’t know he had until it was missing.

Azriel reached the closed door, the thick night dissipating as he progressed, the sound from beyond the door returned but he heard no voices. Just the sound of breathing and the clink of porcelain as someone set a cup on a saucer. Rhys must have informed them of his impending arrival. He pushed the door open and took in his family.

Cassian, Nesta, Rhys, Feyre and Amren all sat at the table which had been used for family dinners before the River House was built. Their faces were carefully blank as he assessed them all. Mor was notably absent, information Azriel tucked away, either her efforts across the continent were still ongoing or some other manner of business had her attention. He hadn’t expected to see Elain, not after her spectacular display of anger, but he couldn’t help the feeling of unease and disappointment it left in his gut.

“Finally, the invalid graces us with his presence. Took you long enough,” Cassian sent him an easy grin, arms folded across his stomach as he lounged in his chair. Azriel scowled in response which only made his brother’s smile wider. This had always been Cassian’s modus operadi, an invitation to be provoked into a physical outlet if that’s what was needed, thinly veiled under jibes he rarely meant at heart. For a moment, Azriel considered taking up the unspoken offer, if only to delay what was undoubtedly going to be an uncomfortable conversation.    

“Azriel,” it was Feyre who spoke, offering him a small smile, “Why don’t you join us?” Azriel understood that it wasn’t an invitation and slid into the seat next to Amren. His eyes met Nesta’s who sat across from him. They’d reached a tentative understanding, perhaps it could be considered a friendship, in the months he could recall. He remembered her joy at receiving the solstice gift he’d gotten for her, the resulting rare display of physical affection.

Looking at her now, face resolute and stony with blazing anger behind her eyes, barely contained, he had the sense that something had damaged the dynamic between them. He purposely looked away, instead fixing his eyes on Rhys; then Feyre. He waited for someone to speak, break the almost oppressive silence. He half-expected it to be Cassian again, with some throwaway comment or badly timed joke, but it was Rhys who cleared his throat.

“Azriel, thank you for joining us.” Azriel raised an eyebrow at the formality but stayed silent. “There are some matters we need to discuss.”

“Clearly.” He trailed his eyes over his family again, they all seemed uncomfortable to be here, to be around him. As if they knew he was going to react badly to whatever they were going to say. Rhys let his remark go, seeming resolute to power ahead with the conversation.

“What you showed me of your recent memories,” he continued, eyes drifting to Feyre who gave him an encouraging smile. “Lead us to believe that the memory loss is more extensive than we originally feared. Azriel, what you showed me – it was more than five years ago.” Azriel barely seemed to move under the scrutiny of their gazes. He’d lost years of his life. In the grand scheme of his immortality it felt like nothing, but looking at his family and realising that they lived in a future he didn’t remember left him feeling sick.

Azriel tried to find some rational thought to hold onto as he spiralled. He fell back onto the only thing he could rely on, his role as the Night Court’s spymaster. “Was it the work of the Queens? The attack?”

“The debacle on the continent has been resolved, for the most part. It was only supposed to be a routine investigation, nothing too strenuous or time-consuming given your current…” Rhys paused. “Situation. You were gathering information on some remaining rebellious factions, we didn’t anticipate that you would meet that kind of resistance, that they would have the resources. We’re sorry Az, we never meant for any of this to happen.”

“And what exactly is my current situation, Rhysand? What do you have to apologise for?” Azriel’s voice was low and dangerous. Amren snorted at the display, reaching for her wine glass. He expected a scathing remark, but it never came as Rhys shot her a look, and in a rare moment of deference she adhered as he implored her to remain silent.

“The female that was in the house earlier-“

“The thief.” Azriel interrupted.

“No,” Feyre cut in before Rhys could continue. “Her name is Y/N, and she’s your mate Az. The situation,” Feyre seemed to find describing it as such distasteful, but she continued. “Is that she is pregnant, with your child. That’s why we’re sorry, if we knew how dangerous it would be we never would have asked you to go alone.”

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Three brothers for three sisters, that was what Azriel had always thought about, always dreamed. The cauldron blessing him with undeniable proof that, though not blood-related, he and his brothers were three equal parts in the eyes of fate. He’d wanted that, seeing how happy they were in their relationships filled him with bone-deep envy. Observing from the sidelines as Rhys and Feyre prepared for the new addition to their family with vigour, as Cassian and Nesta had danced around each other in slowly shrinking circles. The other halves of their souls. That should have been him and Elain, never mind the mockery of the bond Vanserra thought they had. Azriel knew it was a mistake, a sick joke that would all work out in the end because there was no other way it could be. Three brothers for three sisters.

He wanted it all. A house on the outskirts of the city, filled with the sweet scent of Elain’s baking and made beautiful by the flowers she cultivated in their gardens. Filled with sunlight and happiness, somewhere to retreat from the darkest corners of his life. He’d dreamed of that life in the secret hours of the dawn, of a future where the issues of Feyre’s pregnancy had been resolved and perhaps their home was filled with the noise of children.

Now he had awoken in a future where he had those things, a mate, an unborn babe on the way, only to find it wasn’t with whom he desired. Elain, whom he had woken in this world for, who had been so tender in his first moments of consciousness, who had kissed him back. Azriel couldn’t imagine choosing to build that life with anyone else.   

A/N - Phew! I know, the angst was real. I promise it will get better, but there's definitely a long way to go here! Part three is in the works, not sure when it will be finished but hopefully it won't be too long.

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“Guardian of worlds, emissary of calamity, laughingstock of the universe.”

it's been... almost four months since this teaser post, but i have been developing tgtwst worldbuilding! i just-- ... probably ... won't share it because it's absolutely nonsensical and incomprehensible HSKFJSHDKFJSF

but for now, have more of the Spectator!! aka Fallacia!!! yes this is not yuhua SBSJJSHSH just someone who resembles him— fallacia’s my silliest little plot device who doesn't do his job at all 🤍

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[etoileee]

MY FRIST DAY IN MY PERCY JACKSON DR. ψ

au; sorry this took so long! I ended up getting sick and goddamn did I feel like a sick orphan in the 1800s. I was also debating the format I wanted to share this experience with you all.. informative or in first person, but I settled on both! I hope you all enjoy it! ❤︎

PLOT;

the storyline of it is that I'm the only child of NYX. the goddess of the night. Since she is a primordial goddess, to me it made sense that she wasn’t up to the same shinagains that the gods would be up to. for example, having demigod children like they’re being paid to, so to me, her only having one child in her entire existence is fitting.

In my dr it isn’t the prophecy of seven, it's the prophecy of ten. (I added Nico and Reyna!) and of course, me being the last member.

In the Sibilene books at camp Jupiter, they mentioned a prophecy of nine but they eventually found out it was supposed to be ten, not nine. so the prophecy of ten is what was engraved into the floor of the Jupiter temple.

by the type the prophecy is formed, everyone else in it but I was already there and had formed relationships with each other, some coming in did throw them off a bit.

‘the tenth member of the prophecy’ had become more like a legend as people wondered if there was one person left;

since every member of the prophecy but I had come together and there were more documents of there supposedly being nine instead of ten, everyone just assumed that the documents were wrong, but then I came along and was the last and final person.

FRIST SHIFT;

when I woke up I was in one of the beds in the infirmary. I didn’t script where I would wake up but I found out that the reason I was there is because when I got to Camp Half-Blood I passed out when I saw Chiron (LMAO??) but I didn’t find that out till later.

. Honestly, I'm starting to think that in the Percy Jackson universe when it rains, it RAINS. like full thunder, lightning and everything. I haven’t met Zeus but he seems very theatrical judging by the state of the weather was in when I woke up.

eventually, I got up and started walking around, I made my way out of the building and once I was outside there was this girl on her way to the infirmary to check up on me. She isn’t someone from the books but honestly, I was pretty excited to meet her (though I didn’t show it because that would’ve been weird) one of the things I was most excited about was meeting campers who weren’t in the series.

she told me her name (Madeline) and that she came to see how I was doing and if I was okay she'd take me to speak to Dionysus and Chiron because they needed to speak with me.

once I’m there I like to stand there awkwardly in front of Dionysus and Chiron, like zoned tf out staring at the wall while they stare at me probably thinking there’s not a thought behind my eyes.

a few minutes later the rest of the prophecy comes in, as they were walking in a few of them were talking and laughing, but once they saw me and the serious looks on both Chiron and Dionysus's faces they settled down.

FIRST IMPRESSIONS;

— PERCY JACKSON

the first thing I noticed was his eyes. I know that sounds cheesy as hell but truly he has really pretty eyes. In the books, he’s described as having ‘sea green’ eyes and they didn’t disappoint. I at one point ended up smiling at him. I couldn’t help it lolz but I think once I did that he seemed to relax a bit. his face softened and he smiled back at me a little bit. that’s when he let his guard down with me. Alexa play Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish!

— ANNABETH CHASE

she was looking at me very attentively. I won't lie I got nervous it felt like she was looking into my SOUL I was shaking in my boots low key. she’s beautiful though I hope I wasn’t blushing I have a sick-ass feeling I was, unfortunately. She watched me and Percy smile at each other and I think her guard went up MORE?? after the campfire me and her got the chance to talk a little bit. I think at that point she started to accept me a bit more but she was still a bit wary of me but PROGRESSSS!

— JASON GRACE

HUGE. BIG ASS GUY. gorgeous eyes as well. he and Annebeth were both very serious at the moment, but he didn’t look at me suspiciously the way Annebeth was looking at me, he looked more curious than anything. very well-mannered and respectful, charming ahh smile, I did however notice he does have a bit of a habit of pushing his glasses up his nose? like they’ll slide down and he pushes them up.. now I don’t if it’s because his glasses or too big or if its a habit but either way I counted how much times he pushed them up because I noticed, 36 TIMES.

— LEO VALDEZ

unserious mf. Of course, he was serious when he had to be but he was having a field when he found out that I was the last member of the prophecy. I and Percy were both ON ME on wanting to know more about me, and my ‘story’ if you will. he also got very excited about the fact that I’m also Mexican and now he has someone to talk shit with in Spanish. he genuinely was making me smile not to get all sappy lol. and he was flirty just as expected.

— PIPER MCLEAN

GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRLS LOVE SOUP! I was blushing again. I won't lie she’s genuinely so cool. She was also watching me very attentively but she seemed more relaxed and curious than the others. I think I and I connected well honestly. I didn’t script anything about my love life but I can see us getting closer.

— NICO DI ANGELO

I couldn’t really read his face during the meeting, he seemed both uninterested and intrigued at the same time. we made eye contact a few times and every time he didn’t look away ONCE. we did end up speaking a little bit later at the campfire, we said probably five words but I think we got along. I also think a made him smile a tiny bit, which is a win.

— RENYA RAMíREZ ARELLANO

my gay ass was so excited to meet her like I've had such a fascination with the amazons since I was a little girl, even though it looked like she was psychoanalyzing me. She and Annabeth both had their guard but the most around me. THEY WERE SUSPICIOUS. I don’t know if she likes me but IT'S OKAY.

— HAZEL LEVESQUE

She is so cute truly. she was also very friendly! She was the first one to smile at me and let her guard down. she’s also very talkative which was nice! when me and I started talking she asked me how the ride to the camp was and we bonded over our motion sickness LMAO

— FRANK ZHANG

HUGE MF #2 he is genuinely so nice and calm, it’s almost calming to be around. very soft spoken, likes to listen to others talk. at one point later in the night we were making s’mores and I was speaking with Leo so I failed to realize that my marshmallow was on fire and BURNING and he ended up taking the stick from me and blowing it out for me. thanks, frank. :(( </3

DURING THE TALK;

(my pov)

I stand there before the nine demigods,

A GOD,

and a man with fucking horse legs,

‘What the hell am I doing here?’ I think to myself. Well, I know exactly why I'm here, apparently, I'm a demigod myself, but this is not what I thought I’d be doing during this summer.

“We've brought you all here for a serious discussion,” Chiron says calmly, his hands clasped together in front of him while that other guy pours himself a glass of red wine, filling it up basically to the top.

not very classy.

I turn back to the nine other teenagers in the room, making eye contact with the tall boy with raven hair and green eyes. his gaze is unwavering against mine, his eyebrows are furrowed and the tip of his tongue sits at the corner of his mouth as his gaze zeroes in on me.

pleaselookawaypleaselookawaypleaselookaway

he doesn’t.

This interaction didn't go unnoticed by the blonde girl that stood next to him, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed at me. her eyes attentively studying my expressions and body language. making me feel like a bug under a magnifying glass.

“you all know how we thought there being ten prophecy members was a legend, right?” Dionysus takes a sip of the red liquid in his glass, letting out a sigh of relief before putting it back down and leaning forward on the wooden table in front of him. resting his arms against it.

“We found the last one,” he says nodding towards me, like this is a normal thing that happens on a Friday night for him. “HER?” the boy wearing overalls and a tool belt says loudly pointing a finger at me.

“yeah, her,”

Dionysus takes a longer sip of his wine and I look back at the other demigods, my eyebrows furrowed together trying to understand what the hell the wine addict just told me.

prophecy of what and why the fuck am I in it?

horse legs— sorry— ‘Chiron’ notices the look on my face. “how much did your father tell you about yourself, child?” his voice is comforting, and his eyes are soft and wise. very different from the man standing up next to him.

I feel bad for calling him horse legs.

“he told me I was a demigod.. in the car,” I shrug and fix my bangs spread across my forehead. “he’s right about that,” he nods. his expression thoughtful. “what else he tell you?” Dionysus cuts in, his pointer finger circling the rim of his wine glass.

the world outside flashes something between blue and violet. the large windows letting the hue into the room. I turn my attention to the widows looking at the lighting in the sky creating different shapes, and eventually stroking far into the distance. creating a loud boom.

“damn,” I murmured to myself before looking back at everyone else, only to find them all staring at me, waiting for my answer.

“oh! Sorry— um—“ I look up trying to remember whatever the hell my dad told me in the car but my memory is fuzzy. as if it was a dream. “don’t think too hard, you fainting probably messed with your memory,” the tall blonde boy urges me, pushing his round frames up his nose with the tip of his middle finger.

I like his voice. It's nice.

“So you don’t know who your godly parent is?” Dionysus's eyes narrow on me waiting for my answer. “uh.. no, I don’t,” my gaze goes to a random spot on the floor.

”Well, we know who it is,” a wicked smirk on his lips, enjoying that he knows something I don’t, and it seems like he’s enjoying the anticipation and suspense he’s creating. “who?” the blonde girl next to ocean eyes, clearly getting tired of his act.

Dionysus drinks more of his wine in large gulps, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows. he sets the glass back down on the table and wipes his lips with the back of his hand.

“Nyx,”

the room goes silent. the name hanging in the air.

In this moment I realize I don’t know shit about greek mythology.

In the 6th grade, I did a Greek gods and goddesses program and I painted myself green because I got assigned to be Gaia and sang a song about peace. that’s about it.

“You know about greek mythology?” repair boy asks me raising his eyebrow at me, his lips tugging upwards teasingly finding my lack of knowledge amusing

“I know some things, but not a lot,” my voice quiet and I shrug. apparently, I’m a demigod who has no idea about Greek mythology. my eyes meet the emo boy’s eyes before I look away hearing Chiron's voice. “Nyx is an ancient, powerful, goddess. she’s been around longer than most gods,” I take a deep breath in and breathe out, taking all this information in.

my eyebrows pull together in confusion still not knowing what she’s the goddess of. “the goddess of the night,” Dionysus says to me simply, seeing the look of confusion and curiosity on my face.

the goddess of the night.

They continue to talk, probably about me, amongst each other as my thoughts begin to run wild making their conversation sound like fluffy background noise.

everything begins to make sense. the way I find comfort in the night, my hyper fixation on stars and the moon, the fact that my room always looks like a damn bat cave from never turning the light on.

huh.

“We don't even have a Nyx cabin,” that snaps me out of my zoned-out state. “She’ll stay in the Hermes cabin,” Dionysus says simply taking another sip of the red liquid in his glass.

“you guys will be spending a lot of time together, go get to know each other,” Chiron walks over to the door, opening it up so we can walk out.

time for icebreakers.. I guess.

[mymoodwriting]

Because You're Mine

Female!Reader x Werewolf!SKZ

Genre: A/B/O

Warning: Anxiety, Betrayal, Drugs, Sedatives, Manipulation, Restraints, Pheromones, Alpha Omega dynamics, Electrocution

Words: 4.4K

Chapter Six

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Prompt: With omegas completely removed from society, they needed their own communities and institutions to grow. All your life you had lived and gone to school alongside your fellow omegas, and orphaned alphas. You had managed to keep yourself together, but now at the university level, keeping your secret had grown impossible. You had to face your fears and make friends with an alpha eventually, and now was the time.

“I cannot believe you!”

Somehow you managed the strength to express your anger, but you could only hold yourself together for a moment. Once you made your point you ran off back to your room. You tried to shut the door behind you, but Felix and Jisung had been quick to follow you, clearly worried but also upset over what had happened. You let them in and then locked the door. You were still freaking out and needed some space to breathe. So you went into the bathroom and turned on the shower head, sitting under it.

“Y/n, everything’s going to be okay.” Felix assured. “We’re okay.”

Both boys were at your side, Felix taking your hand to hold. The tears on your face were mixing with the water, and you were doing your best not to hyperventilate. If your heart beat got out of control the alphas would surely come knocking, and knowing them, they’d knock the door down if necessary.

“What if they’re onto us? What if they know-”

“They don’t know anything.” Jisung stated. “You know other alphas were always meant to come to the dorm to help you get used to multiple scents. It’s just bad timing.”

“Or on purpose. I feel like something bad is gonna happen…”

“Nothing bad is gonna happen. Look, we just need to change the plan a bit but this doesn’t ruin anything for us.”

“I… I don’t know how much longer I can do this… they know something is off but won’t push it but… I… I’m scared…”

“It’s gonna be okay, you know you have us.” Felix reminded. “Besides, this actually works in our favor.”

“It does?”

“Yeah. With the new alphas here, we can suggest a movie night as a bonding experience, and how could any of them refuse? We’ll have them all in one place and knock them out together. This actually solves a problem for us, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah… I guess it does…”

“See, everything’s fine. We just need more gummies.”

“Right…”

Felix’s words really helped to calm you down, taking away the feeling of hopelessness. This was just a minor setback, and nothing more. Although when you heard knocking at your door you got tense.

“Y/n, please open the door.” Chan said from the otherside. “We need to talk.”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to…”

Jisung got up and went to relay the message, but Chan was insistent on talking. There was probably no getting out of it, and at least it would be three to one, so you got out of the tub, Felix wrapping you in a towel and helping you dry off. Jisung opened the door and let Chan in.

“I- why are you wet?”

“I’m fine… what… what is it… you…”

“Look, I’m sorry. I know you’re upset about the other alphas coming in but you’ve been making good progress, and we can’t lose that momentum. You’ve been distant lately and it’s really starting to worry us, all of us, especially me.” Chan sighed. “I need to know what’s going on.”

“…”

“Y/n, please.”

“…”

“Fine. Felix, Jisung, what’s the problem.”

You looked up at Chan with wide eyes. Jisung and Felix glanced at each other nervously. The tension in the air quickly shifted and they weren’t sure what to do.

“Uh…”

“One of you better start talking.”

“She’s just overwhelmed and anxious.” Jisung blurted out. “She needs time to gather herself and relax. That’s all.”

“Is it?”

“Yes.” Felix added. “We all know her situation here. She’s been doing well but a slight step back isn’t a bad thing.”

“Alright, but I want you to properly introduce yourself to the others. Please.”

“… sure…”

“Be out in five. Thank you.”

Chan left and Jisung locked the door again. Your legs gave out and Felix caught you, helping you sit down on the bed. You took a few deep breaths, calming yourself down.

“That wasn’t so bad.” Felix said. “We’re good.”

“Yeah…”

“Let’s get you into dry clothes and then say hi to the others.” Jisung suggested. “We’ll be done real quick.”

“Yeah… yeah… I… can you two sleep with me tonight?”

“Of course.”

You quickly changed into dry clothes and the three of you went out to the living room to greet the new roommates. Of course Jisung and Felix were a bit familiar with them, so this was more about you.

“Uh… hi… my name’s y/n… it’s nice to meet you all… sorry… about earlier… I look forward to getting to know you all… in time…”

“Same here. I’m Changbin, by the way.”

“I know… your friends told me about you before…”

“That’s cool.”

“I… uh… I’ll excuse myself now.”

Thankfully you wouldn’t really be seeing the others for the rest of the evening as they’d be unpacking and settling in. You returned to your room, working on homework. Jisung and Felix eventually joined you, the three of you having a little study session. The two knocked out and you stayed up a while longer to finish some things, ultimately passing out at your desk. You randomly woke up in the middle of the night, groggy and disoriented. You hadn’t woken up the other two, and remained quiet so as not to disturb them. 

It was early in the morning, but not quite time to get up. Your stomach was growling, already wanting breakfast, but that wouldn’t be a good idea. Instead you thought maybe a little snack would quiet your hunger until later. You carefully snuck out of your room, making your way down the hall. As you reached the kitchen you suddenly froze, hearing voices. It didn’t take long to realize the alphas were all gathered for some snacking of their own. You would have quickly retreated, but you wound up overhearing their conversation, realizing they were talking about you.

“Was it really a good idea to bring us in already?” Jeongin questioned. “Y/n didn’t seem too happy about our presence.”

“I know, but this is a necessary precaution.” Chan stated. “She’s been worrying me like crazy as of late, and she’s developing her abilities. If things go south I need to make sure we can handle it and take care of her.”

For a moment you felt bad about being so difficult. The new alphas had nothing to do with your distrust, but then you remembered the recording you had. Maybe it was just those three, but you couldn’t take a chance. Your plan was still to leave, and that’s all you wanted to do right now. You quietly returned to your room, crawling into bed and trying to get some sleep before classes. 

♥♥♥♥♥

You only really managed to doze off, not actually sleeping for the night. At least now you could get up and leave. You were careful as you got your things, not wanting to wake up the others. You managed to sneak out of your room, quietly making your way down the hall and towards the door.

“Morning.”

You froze, slowly glancing over to see Seungmin in the kitchen, coffee mug in hand. He gave you a warm smile, and you shyly returned it.

“I didn’t know you were a morning person.”

“A bit.”

“You want breakfast? Classes don’t start for another hour anyway.”

“Uh… sure…”

You didn’t want to be mean since he hadn’t really done anything, besides, you were kind of hungry. Seungmin made you some eggs and toasted some bread for you, happy to see you eating. He kept himself a few feet away from you, being very respectful of your space.

“Shall I walk you to class? I still have time before my own.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“It’s no bother. I was about to head out myself.”

“Okay then…”

You couldn’t really deny his request, so the two of you headed to campus together. Seungmin maintained a polite distance, but even then he was comfortable to be around. He asked about you, and it wasn’t really that hard to be honest with him. He was a good listener, and seemed like a really nice person. When you reached your classroom he wished you well and was then on his way. Despite how rough things had been last night, he certainly helped put you at ease. After your class you weren’t really that surprised to find someone waiting for you.

“Let me carry your things.”

Changbin took your bag and books, happily walking off towards your next class. Of course the boys knew your schedule, and Hyunjin probably suggested stopping by. The new ones would want to get close to you, and this was one way to do it. You had no choice but to follow Changbin, trying not to make things awkward.

“How are your classes?” Changbin asked. “If you ever need help with anything just ask.”

“Thanks…”

“I hope we didn’t upset you too much yesterday. It was a bit sudden for us too, but I hope we’ll all get along.”

“Me too… you’re really big…”

“Right? I like to work out a lot. I can carry you if you want.”

“No, no, my legs work just fine.”

“My offer still stands if you ever need it.”

“Sure…”

Changbin was very friendly, you wouldn’t think that would be the case if you noticed him from afar. His smile was genuine, and he seemed like someone fun to be around. You were glad you weren’t as nervous around the new alphas as the others. A part of you wanted to believe they weren’t like the others, that they weren’t nefarious underneath all the smiles. Still, you couldn’t take any chances. When you returned to the dorm the smell of bread caught your attention, leading you into the kitchen. There you found Felix and Jeongin baking.

“Hey, you want some? They’re still hot, but should cool soon.”

“Did you guys make them?”

“Yup.” Jeongin said. “Felix is really good.”

You didn’t trust food from the alphas, but if Felix had been helping, and it was with Jeongin, you trusted it to be safe. You happily waited for the pastries to cool, and they were amazing. You had a few more as you studied in the living room, Jisung and Felix joining you, and the other alphas giving you space. It was nice not to hide. From there things kind of fell into a routine. Felix or Jeongin always packed you some snacks for the morning. Seungmin would walk you to class in the morning, and after a while Chan joined in as well. It was a bit nerve wracking, but you managed, and eventually it wasn’t so bad. Changbin and Hyunjin wound up escorting you to different classes throughout the day, sometimes together, sometimes apart. Minho and Jisung would come around too, keeping you company in the dorm and on campus, and always together. Being alone with an alpha would not be a good idea and they knew that.

Even though not much changed, you were certainly feeling more exhausted. It was barely a little over a week since the new alphas arrived, and if you weren’t in a good state of health you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. You were still taking your meds on a daily basis, and getting enough sleep, yet you felt kind of off. You figured it was the anxiety of what you had planned. Execution day was right around the corner afterall, you just had to keep yourself together until then. At least it was easy to distract yourself with school work. Since you always got up early to get to class, you were usually the first one there and spent some time alone.

You had your snacks for the whole day, usually having one in the morning, and then the rest throughout the day. You were feeling a bit hungry so you munched on more than one, putting it away once others began to show up. Perhaps you really weren’t sleeping enough, and were having a hard time staying awake in class. You were dozing off, trying to stay awake, but your exhaustion eventually won out. You wound up asleep in class, resting your head on your books. No one dared to wake you, after all omega classes weren’t that serious. So when the class ended you were left to sleep. Even the next class wouldn’t have bothered you, but there was someone waiting for you, and once the rest of the class was gone they entered.

“Awe, she looks so cute.”

Changbin came over to your side, softly petting your head. He tried to softly coax you to wake up, but you were unresponsive.

“Is she okay?”

Before Changbin tried to wake you again Hyunjin stopped him. Your heartbeat was steady, so nothing was wrong. He checked your things and grabbed your snack bag.

“She must have been hungry this morning.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Nothing. Let’s get her back to the dorm. She must be very tired.”

Changbin picked you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style. Hyunjin grabbed your things and followed behind him. You were sleeping peacefully, no nightmares, which was always good. Although there was concern, and Changbin asked about it when they got to the dorm. The others were in class, so it was just them for now.

“Are you sure y/n’s gonna be okay? If she’s not getting enough sleep then-”

“She’s fine. It’s just she’s been having anxiety, and Chan wanted to help, but you know how she’s been lately. So he asked Jeongin to put a little something in her snacks. Although if she takes too much at once it would mix with her meds and act like a strong sedative. She’s gonna be out for a while, but she’ll be fine.”

“Ah, that makes sense. She was so anxious when we met, but she’s been more docile as of late.”

“Just doing our job. I’ll have to tell Chan and have him lower the dosage so this doesn’t happen again.”

♥♥♥♥♥

It was strange to regain consciousness while in motion. Things were still blurry, but the voices were familiar. You heard bits and pieces, but you were perking up when you heard your name mentioned. You felt something soft beneath you, somewhat able to make out your room. You groaned and rolled over in bed. Even though your mind was fuzzy you were starting to register the words that were spoken.

“Chan wanted to help… put a little something in her snacks… mix with her meds … she’ll be fine… she’s been more docile… just doing our job…”

The rush of adrenaline jolted you awake. You sat up in bed, startling the two others. Your breathing was uneven, and you were staring at them like a deer in headlights.

“Oh, you’re awake.” Hyunjin noted. “How are you feeling?”

“…what… what have you been giving me…?”

“What are you talking about? We-”

“Don’t lie to me! I… I…”

“Did you have a bad dream? Just relax, we’re here.”

“… you’re liars… you’re all liars!”

When the two took a step towards you it forced you to move back, ultimately falling off the bed. They quickly rushed over to your side, wanting to make sure you were okay, but the second you felt hands on you the panic spiked. You began screaming and kicking, trying to get them away from you.

“Get out! Don’t touch me!”

“Y/n, you need to calm down.” Hyunjin said. “We can help.”

“No! Get away from me!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’re not gonna hurt you.”

“Liars!”

You were cornered and at a disadvantage, but that didn’t stop you from fighting back. Although two against one is hardly fair. Somehow you managed to slip out of their grasp, but only for a moment. Changbin quickly trapped you in a back hug, keeping your arms pinned down to your sides. You tried jumping and kicking your legs, but Hyunjin grabbed a blanket to wrap your legs up, not wanting you to hurt yourself. Now that you were restrained they could do what was necessary. You soon caught a whiff of a sweet scent, feeling a bit dizzy.

“That’s it, deep breaths for me.” Hyunjin encouraged. “Just relax, it’s gonna be okay.”

“… stop…”

Once you had lost your strength you were moved to the bed, Changbin at your side in case you tried something. You knew what was happening, the alphas using their pheromones to calm you. It was unfair, but you were helpless to resist. Your head was foggy, and even though you didn’t like this scenario, you were too out of it to do anything, not even feel fear. A few tears slid down your cheek. Even if this was different you couldn’t help but think back to that day, tied up and helpless.

“What is going on!?”

When Chan got to the dorm he immediately caught your scent, along with Hyunjin and Changbin. He knew it was odd for the three of you to be back so soon, and so he went off to find you. He came to your room, intrigued by the scene before him. You were resting in Changbin’s lap, wrapped up in a blanket, which was fine, but it was the smell. Your room was filled with the two alpha’s pheromones, practically turning this into a drug den for you.

“We just needed to-”

“Get out!”

Chan came over to you, pulling you from Changbin’s lap, taking your head in his hands. Your eyes were glassy, and you couldn’t even recognize him.

“What were you thinking!? We’re not properly trained on using our pheromones! It’s all theory now, you don’t know what you could do to her!”

“She was freaking out.” Changbin explained. “What if she ran off or something? It’s our job to take care of omegas, that’s why we’re here, isn’t it?”

“This isn’t how to do it! We’re still learning ourselves, not to mention you did this in her room! This was supposed to be her safe space away from all of us, and you completely ruined it! Get out! Go get Felix and Jisung, now!”

The two headed out in a hurry, Chan getting you out of your blankets and taking you to the bathroom. He started a warm bath, getting you out of your clothes, but leaving you in your undergarments. The water wasn’t so high, so he could leave you for a moment while he stripped your bed and put the sheets in the washer. A while later when Jisung and Felix returned to the dorm Chan explained what had happened, and told them to look after you, and help clean up your room. They didn’t ask for details and just did as they were told.

Felix went over your room, having got some cleaning supplies. Jisung on the other hand checked in with you. He saw how out of it you were. When he reached out you moved away, clearly not in any state to recognize him or his scent. It was frightening, but Jisung knew, he hoped you’d be alright. He helped you wash up, wanting to clean all the scents off you. Felix got you new bedsheets, rolling around in them too so they didn’t smell too clean. He helped Jisung get you out of the bathtub and into some dry clothes. They noticed the tears on your face, but weren’t sure if they could say anything.

“… jisung…”

“Hey, hey, I’m right here, how are you feeling?”

“I thought they were nice…”

“Y/n, this isn’t-”

“I can’t trust them… any of them… I can’t do this anymore…”

“Y/n-”

“All the alphas are liars!” You cried. “They say they know best, or they think they do but this… what did they do to me? Why…”

“It’s okay, you’re okay y/n.” Felix said. “They didn’t hurt you or anything, they were just worried and did something they weren’t supposed to.”

“I have to get out of here… I can’t… I can’t…”

“I know. I think we can do it this Friday, what do you say?”

“Yes… I want to leave.”

“We’ll do so together.”

You got into bed, breathing in the smell of clean sheets, smelling a bit of Felix too. Neither of the boys left, staying with you throughout the night, and come morning. You weren’t going to be leaving your room anytime soon, and they knew that. The others brought food, wanting to check on you, but you didn’t want visitors. Of course if you actually wanted to run away you needed to face them first. Everything was set, so you just needed to put things in motion. The fact that this was the end was what gave you strength. Chan always came by in the morning to check on you, but you’d never talk to him. Until now.

“Chan…”

“Hey, how are you? It’s been a while since I heard your voice.”

Your strength could only go so far, so you were talking to Chan from the other side of the door. You knew he and the others hung around outside your room, listening. Just hearing your voice, your steady heartbeat, it was enough for them to know you were alright. Changbin and Hyunjin had given an apology, but you didn’t respond to it.

“I… uh… I wanted to apologize.”

“Huh? You have nothing to be sorry for. The others-”

“No, I do. I understand… I… you guys say it all the time… that you’re looking out for me… I might have taken things the wrong way… I’m sorry… I’ve ruined all my progress, haven’t I?”

“I wouldn’t say that. You can still talk to me, and you haven’t been having nightmares, right?”

“Not really… Jisung and Felix are good company…”

“I’m glad. They’re good boys.”

“I don’t… I don’t want to mess… this… up… I don’t want to be scared forever…”

“We’ll take things slow, like always, step by step.”

“You think… maybe we could do something… like a movie night…?”

“Movie night?”

“Yeah… like get everyone together… so I can at least get used to your scents again…”

“Are you sure? That might be a lot.”

“I want to at least try.”

“Okay, we can do that.”

“Does Friday night sound good?”

“Yeah, I’ll let the others know.”

“Thanks.”

♥♥♥♥♥

This was such a terrible idea, to have all the alphas around at once, but after this you’d be free, and that gave you strength. Even though the alphas were happy to see you they kept a distance and didn’t make much conversation. Felix had picked out a movie for the night, and you helped get the popcorn and snacks. It would be best for you to hand out the gummies, surely they’d eat them if it came from you. The alphas sat around, leaving you on the couch sandwiched between Jisung and Felix. The movie was a long one, and you cautiously watched the others, seeing them doze off little by little.

Once it seemed everyone was asleep Jisung and Felix checked. They moved cautiously, leaning over the others and snapping their fingers by their ears. There was no reaction at all, so they were definitely asleep. With that confirmed you three went to get your things. You had packed some food and other necessities the day before, so now it was time to leave. You didn’t look back, not wanting, not having, anything to linger on. Fortunately for you that night you had moonlight to guide you. After exiting the door you stayed out of sight and made it into the surrounding woods, the trees hiding you in the darkness.

There was something special about the air, it felt so fresh, and calming. Even though you had no idea how far into the woods you had to go to find some form of civilization, you were just glad to be outside and away from a place you no longer called home. The quiet was nice as well, but you still made some conversation with the others. You talked about your future, and the things you wanted to do. The possibilities were truly limitless now. There was nothing to hold you back. Eventually you were fortunate enough to find a source of water, a stream. You could follow it as it would surely lead to a place where other people were, and the water could hide your scent.

Neither of you really knew how long you had been walking for, but you were starting to feel a bit dizzy. Perhaps the adrenaline of this escape was finally wearing off. It wasn’t a bad idea to rest, so you all settled down by the stream. The sound of the water was quite calming, making it easy to zone out and just think of what awaited you. Although that dizzy feeling persisted, both Jisung and Felix realizing as well. You knew what they were gonna say, but you weren’t gonna go back. If you got sick out here so be it, but you couldn’t go back. You let them know before they even said anything.

“Let’s just keep moving. We still have our meds anyway, so I’ll be fine.”

“I don’t think you will.”

Your head snapped over to the source, immediately your heart sank, a chill traveling along your body. The red eyes of an alpha stared back at you. For a moment you were frozen in time, standing in disbelief, and then you broke out into a run. You weren’t thinking about anything besides escaping, even though you completely left Felix and Jisung behind. With each step reality began to seep back in. Your heart was racing, pounding in your ears, your vision moving between clarity and blurriness. You thought you were moving fast, good footwork to keep you from falling, but getting tackled to the ground was your downfall.

“No! Let go! Let go!”

Your hands were pinned behind your back, keeping you down even as you squirmed and screamed. You noticed someone standing in front of you, and then squatting down. The hand on your head made you freeze up, and you slowly looked up to see Chan. There was a disappointed look on his face, yet he was eerily calm.

“You’re in a lot of trouble for this.”

Perhaps you could plead your case, say something, anything, to get out of this, but nothing left your mouth besides a scream. You felt a rush of electricity from the back of your neck, cutting your world to black. Whatever awaited you when you woke, it surely wasn’t going to be good.

[purpleyoonn]

baby (you complete us) 4

C H A P T E R   F O U R 

summary: Soulmates were a common occurrence, so common, in fact, that the world sought an easier way to find your other half: A bracelet that would scan your mark and match you with those who shared your mark. Within recent years, soul groups were becoming normal, and your own bracelet said you have seven matches.

Or where you wear your bracelet for ten years, and finally give up the hope you would find your soul group, only for BTS to put theirs on and see what they were missing.

genre: soulmate au, idol au, angst, fluff, eventual smut,

pairing: Idol BTS x Disabled MC

warnings: angst, mentions of depression, disabled mc (Ehlers Danlos syndrome), eventual smut, fluff, lots of fluff, mentions of disability, simp bangtan

chapter warnings: some awkward moments, feeling overwhelmed, talks of pain and discomfort, mc’s shoulder shifts, disability discussions, jin and yoongi being protective, 

*words in italic are being spoken in Korean*

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masterlist // chapter 3 // chapter 5

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Previously on baby (you complete us):

“I’m so sorry, Y/n, but we have a meeting to attend with our directors. Thank you so much for giving us a chance and we will definitely talk to you soon.” Namjoon’s dimple smile had your full attention as everyone said their goodbyes and promises of contact. Even as you said goodbye and the video call was ended, you had their bright smiles burnt into your cornea.

After checking to see if your phone still had some charge to it, you were quick to go to your phone app again, this time to your recent calls list.

“Hey so I think your joke isn’t so much of a joke anymore…”

That next morning, you woke up to the luggage set Hoseok bought waiting in front of your apartment door. You were actually lucky your neighbors didn’t take it or bang on your door wondering when you got a sugar daddy and didn’t tell them (thanks Ms. Tanner).

It was an expensive, you could tell by the label, three-piece luggage set container with two hard-shell suitcases and a small duffel bag for a carry on. It was, indeed, your favorite color and when you opened the large suitcase, you found a note within the stitched in pocket. It was a cute note saying that the boys couldn’t wait to meet you in person and that they hoped you like what they picked out for you.

Not only did you get surprised by the luggage set, but your phone also hadn’t stopped going off since you turned it on that morning. It seemed you were in three separate group chats. You were added to one called ‘Maknaes Only’ with little stars around it, one that had everyone in it called ‘m8tes’ that had a smiley face at the end (which you were 100% convinced Jin chose the title), and one that had just the older members, and now you, that didn’t have a title.

The one you were added to with Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook had a menagerie of selfies they sent you, some of them not even being of them, just of their feet as they are walking. Also, you’ve noticed they use lots of emojis. You were kind of overwhelmed as you read Jimin describing his afternoon to you and asking if you had gone to bed.

You weren’t really used to people just texting you. Like you had friends and siblings who texted you but not in this way. It seemed like every second you got another text notification.

When you finally looked away from the maknae chat, after messaging “good morning😊”, you moved over to the main group chat which had the most recent message. You were thankful for the translate button that came up when you highlighted the text, happy that you didn’t have to try and figure it out on your own.

m8tes

Hoseok: hey pretty girl. I just got the notification that the luggage was dropped off. I just wanted to know if you got it.

Jin: Oh! We can be affectionate already? Well, then, princess, did you get our other packages yet?

Yoongi: She probably hasn’t if she hasn’t said anything yet. Isn’t it also like 9 am there? She’s probably still sleeping.

Jin: Just because you sleep in doesn’t mean our princess does, you old man.

Yoongi: 😐 you’re older than me

“Other packages?” You think aloud, trying to figure out what he was talking about while also ignoring their use of pet names so you don’t blush. You look back out your door to see if you missed a package when you were dragging the luggage in but you don’t see anything.

So, you grab your keys, put your shoes on and walk down the stairs to the mail room for the apartment building. You hated the stairs because there was always, a very certain always, chance one of your knees would pop out when going back up them. 

Your elevator hasn’t worked for about a year, and no matter how many disability requests you put in, nothing was done. You didn’t really have the money to just move either, so you were stuck using your cane and the side railings, hoping you didn’t fall.

You walked slowly, holding onto the railing as you did, but you managed to not hurt anything as you finally walked into the mail room. You walked over to the locker that had your apartment number on it and put in your key, turning the knob. You opened it to find several small packages with your name on them.

You didn’t recognize anything on the packages other than your name, so you took them cautiously out of your mailbox and went back upstairs. It took you longer this time, as going up stairs always gave your knees issues.

It seemed as though you were lucky today, nothing popping out as you unlocked your door and took your shoes back off. You move to your kitchen counter, grabbing your scissors and cutting open the first package.

You were surprised to see small box, no logos or anything on the outside. When you took the top off, you found a little note along with a HYBE badge that had your picture from the Soul app and your name on it with the words “All Exclusive Access” at the top.

You ignored the buzzing of your phone again as you tried hard to keep your shock in check, grabbing your scissors and choosing to open the next package. The contents were a little overwhelming.

You found a, what looks extremely comfy, t-shirt, a coloring book and markers, and a passport, oddly enough. You were extremely confused. You already had a passport, and this one was from South Korea. You were an American citizen, meaning you needed an American passport. Unless one of them accidently sent you theirs.

Thinking that there was going to be a huge problem, having one of their passports, you grabbed your phone and called Namjoon, knowing he spoke English and you didn’t need a translator. It took only a single ring before the phone picked up.

“No! Let me talk to her!” You hear a lot of shuffling on the other end followed by shouts and grunts. You couldn’t really understand anything so you just waited, wondering if you should hang up.

“No. I didn’t get to talk to her yet!”

“I speak more English than you!” Another grunt was heard as the phone seems to fall onto the ground.

“Give me my phone back!” You can distinguish Namjoon’s voice as he gets closer to the phone.

“Should I call you back? I can call back if you are busy.” You ask causing silence before another couple grunts are heard and a loud cry.

“NO!” You pull your phone away from your ear, cringing a little as your ear now rings. “Please. I’m sorry. Jungkook had my phone and was fighting with Jimin and Taehyung over it.” You only nod your head at his explanation.

“What can I do for you, baby?” You blush at the term of endearment, feeling tingles move up and down your spine. You clear your throat before answering, not even realizing he had just put you on speaker phone, everyone now in Namjoon’s studio with him.

“I think one of you accidently sent me your passport. I have a Korean passport on my kitchen table and I don’t want any of you to get in trouble.” A little laughter can be heard as a couple voices start talking at once.

“Baby, did you open the passport to see who’s it could be?” Namjoon asks, making you shuffle closer to the passport and open it. You were shocked to see your own name and picture.

You felt stupid as you realized it was a Soulmate Passport.

When you are matched with your soulmate or mates, depending on the eldest member’s nationality, you may gain a “soulmate citizenship” for their home country. Since Seokjin was Korean, you now were granted a South Korean soulmate citizenship. You practically had all the same rights as a South Korean citizen, but you couldn’t own any property, pay taxes, or vote, that would be up to your soulmates. 

“Baby?” Namjoon’s voice broke you out of your stupor, making you blush red in embarrassment.

“Uhm, never mind.” Your voice was small, now understanding the laughter.

“See what you did?” Namjoon turned around to look at Jimin and Taehyung who laughed at how cute you were being. Their eyes widened in shock as they realize how their laughter could have come off. Namjoon spoke quickly hoping that you wouldn’t hang up the phone.

“No baby, please. They didn’t mean it, I promise. The uh, the second we got our match, we had to have it registered with the government so you could come over. Given the circumstances and the Soul Pain that could start any minute, they expedited your passport and soulmate citizenship papers.” Namjoon explained to you, making you remember about the Soul Pain.

Soul Pain happened after a bond is acknowledged by all parties. If you don’t gain physical contact or fully accept the bond within a week’s time, the body will start to deteriorate. You will start off getting sick, maybe just the flu or a mild cold, and then it begins to get worse. It’s fate’s way to ensure that the bonds she creates are solidified.

Physical touch only helps for so long. The only way to really end soul pain is to either accept the bond or reject it. But fate created another way to ensure her bonds came to be completed. Rejection leads to lasting physical pain in the chest in the person being rejected until their death…something you wouldn’t really wish upon anyone.

You weren’t really given any options.

“Oh, I forgot about that. It’s been, what, about four or five days since you matched with me? So, I say within a couple of days the Soul Pain should start.” You were looking down at your mark, the simple full moon staring back at you.

“We can get you booked within the next couple hours. Just let us know the closest airport, baby.” Namjoon’s tone was full of worry, now realizing just what everyone might be going through soon.          

He questioned if you would feel the Soul Pain more than they would, given they had all already completed their bond. You hadn’t completed yours and wouldn’t have the chance for maybe a couple of days, if you were ready to complete it, that is. They wouldn’t push you into anything.

“Uhm, give me the rest of the day to figure everything out. The earliest I can probably fly out, if everything goes well, is tomorrow. So, if you can, maybe book a flight for the early morning.” You voice wavers as you think of the things you need to do.

You still need to call your family and tell them everything. You could probably wait to tell Anna. You didn’t want to disturb her honeymoon. Your job, you could do from anywhere as long as you had wife and a stable internet connection. You just needed to pack your things.

“How many things do you think I can fit in my suitcases before I have to pay for it being overweight?” You ask into the phone, trying to remember what the weight limit was for suitcases.

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll have everything already figured out. And Jimin wants me to remind you that we can buy you anything you need here too.” You balk at that, not wanting them to feel obligated to buy you things.

“Can you tell me what airline you were planning on having me flying with? I need to check their disability requirements and see if I can bring my cane on board or if I need to mark it as a carry-on.” The thought hits you last minute, remembering the time you had to do that before, paying for your actual carryon.

“You don’t need to worry. Let your mates handle it.” A different voice spoke up this time. The spoke in English, making you question who it was. The deep, raspy voice had you thinking Yoongi.

“Pretty girl, did you get all of the packages yet? We made sure to overnight everything.” Hoseok’s voice came through this time, you recognize the cute pet name.

“I got everything; I think. You only sent the luggage set and three packages, right?” You ask just to make sure since they never specified how many things they had sent to you.

“That’s all we sent so far, Y/n!” That voice was definitely Jungkook but wait. So far?

“What do you mean, so far?” You ask a little wary of what else they could have sent you. You could hear a little slap, laughter, and then some kind of apologizing, thankful for the little amount of Korean you could recognize after years of listening to kpop and watching kdramas.

“Nothing. We haven’t sent anything else since we knew you would be coming soon. We just thought that you needed some things before you make the trip over.” Namjoon’s voice came through again.

“What have you opened so far? Can we video chat?” Jimin’s timid voice is next to come through the speaker. You can’t help but want to coo at him, to fulfill his wishes and you know you were in dangerous waters already.

“You guys aren’t busy?” You ask, your own voice timid and unsure. Despite their words the night before, you still weren’t sure how well you would fit into their life, if they would be able to make time for someone not already within their established group, soul or otherwise.

The boys, even from where they sat in Namjoon’s studio, could imagine the small pout on your lips and the way you might twist your fingers. They had promised you they would always make time for you, and that was a promise they were quick to reassure.

“We have plenty of time, baby.” Namjoon’s normal baritone was pitched, the love and reassurance he was pushing forward could be felt across the ocean as you moved to fiddle with your phone.

“So beautiful”

“So cute”

A chorus of voices called out as soon as you turned the camera on, catching you off guard as you recognized the compliments. You move a little off screen, trying to hide your now inevitable blush as you move everything you opened so far into view on your counter.

“Uhm, this is what I opened so far. I have one package left.” You gesture to the slightly medium sized box as you pull it in front of you.

“Okay!” Jin nearly shouts out. Looking at the screen you see them all intently watching you, waiting for you to open the box.

You just nod your head, feeling a little awkward, before grabbing your scissors again. You open them up and maneuver them so you could cut the tape across the box only for Jin and Yoongi to cry out, making you drop the scissors almost cutting yourself.

You look up, startled and wondering what happened to make them scream like that.

“You don’t hold them like that!” Jin screams out, while Yoongi nods his head.

“You don’t use scissors to cut things like that. You don’t have box cutter?” Yoongi asks you, watching you very carefully as you shake your head.

“Aish. Can we book a flight for now to go and get her?” Jin turns to Namjoon and Hobi, who both shake their heads. The two eldest mates were protective, and the boys all already made bets on how quickly they would become protective of you and if it would be worse than with Jungkook or not, given you were the same age.

“What if something happens and we’re not there? We just want to keep her safe and make sure she is taken care of.” Yoongi adds on, slightly hopeful as he looks over to Jin who also nods his head at his words. But Namjoon just lovingly rolls his eyes, used to the two eldest’s ways.

“No, we cannot. She will be here in two days. You both can wait.” Namjoon gave Jin a look, making him sit back in his seat next to Jimin while Yoongi continues to stare down Namjoon.

“Sorry, Y/n, you can continue. These two just get a little protective.” You nod slowly at Namjoon, checking his smile for any clue as to what just happened.

You slowly grab the scissors, seeing Yoongi sit forward a little and Jin move to cover his mouth, and cut the tape across the box. You put the scissors down, again looking up to see Jin and Yoongi now relaxed and sitting back in their seats and remove the packing paper from the top of the box.

However, once you reach further into the box, you feel the beginning of a stretch in your shoulder, making you pause. When you try to move your shoulder back, you feel it shift out of the joint, only slightly thank goodness. Unfortunately, the boys hear the pop on their end and begin to freak out.

“Are you okay?!”

“Baby what happened?”

“What is the number for the doctors!?”

“Pretty girl, what happened? Do we need to call doctor?” Hoseok’s voice came through at the end as he moved forward, scanning your body with a dark look.

“Oh, uh, my shoulder just shifted. I can pop it back in, just give me a second.” You turn around  and move out of view so they won’t see the discomfort on your face as you moved your other hand to your bicep, leaning against your kitchen wall.

“Wait, darling! We should call doctor!” Jungkook shouted as he scrambled for the phone. You only closed your eyes, half in embarrassment and half in discomfort as you popped your shoulder back in.  You roll it a little to ease the stretch and to make sure it didn’t shift again before turning back around.

The boys all had varying faces of pain, discomfort and even awe as you turned back around. They could see the wince on your face and how you didn’t use your right arm this time to reach for the things in the box.

“Y/n, please. Are you okay?” Namjoon’s concern was evident in the way his eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed.

Yes, they had read all the messages you had sent, but it didn’t mean they were aware of just how easy it was for your joints to shift or pop. They didn’t know just how much you dealt with daily apart from the times you messaged. They looked to each other and swore you would never lift a finger while with them.

“I’m okay. I promise. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. Just some slight discomfort.” You answer, looking up to see disbelief and worry on their faces this time. You can’t help but feel the need to reassure them of your state.

“I promise. I’m okay. I will let you know if I’m ever in pain, okay?” You try to compromise, earning only a couple of nods while Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook remaining silent as they watch you.

You move along and begin to remove the items with your left arm, keeping your right one by your side, the bottom of your shirt clenched between your fingers to keep it stable.

The first thing you pull out has you letting out a small laugh. It was an eye mask that had a cute kitten face on it with tiny ears coming off the top. You immediately move to put it on your head, adjusting the strap around your head with your left hand as you grin.

“Aigoo she’s so cute. I can see why you picked out the kitty eye mask for her, Yoongi.” Hobi looked over to Yoongi, who wore a smirk across his lips as he saw how excited you got. You didn’t even notice the interaction as you pulled out a pair of noise cancelling headphones.

“For the flight and whatever you want.” You looked up at Yoongi’s words, the words ‘are you sure’ hanging off your lips, stopping once you see the look he gives you, as if begging you to question him. So, you just nod and say thank you, taking the easy way out.

At the bottom of the box was a sweatshirt with the words “AGUST D” written across in the font that resembles his D-2 mixtape logo. A matching beanie can be found underneath. At this, everyone turns towards Yoongi who just smiles.

“How did you manage to sneak that in the box?” Hobi asks only for Jimin to shout: “How did you even sneak an extra box past us?” This has you raising an eyebrow at Yoongi, not realizing that the entire box was from the rapper.

“I guess I should thank you for the box then, Yoongi?” You lean forward, causing the male to blush a little. He just nods shyly and says you’re welcome with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Well, thank you a lot, Yoongi. I appreciate the package and will make sure to wear this to the airport.” You smile, your small cheek dimples poking through as you do making Namjoon smile back. You move the items back in the box as the others shout protests. Claims of cheating thrown around, all of them wanting you to wear something they picked out to the airport.

“Maybe next time you guys!” You try to ease the play fighting, thoroughly amused by the proud smirk on Yoongi’s lips.

Next Chapter

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So Tell Me Where To Put My Love - Chapter 5 (Dreamling - AO3)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Incomplete

Chapters 5/7

Words: 18.5K

Warnings: No AO3/Archive Warnings Apply

Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Hob Gadling, Omega Dream of the Endless, Arranged Marriage, Starting Over, Dream and Hob are coerced into a marriage neither of them want, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Budding Love, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary:

Dream and Hob are unhappily married in a rushed ceremony after both their previous relationships end suddenly. One morning, Dream realizes he is pregnant. Trapped in a loveless union, Dream tries to make the best of his situation, but fate has other things in mind for the couple. Based off a tumblr prompt

Chapter 5 Summary - Dream and Hob attend Nyx's annual Christmas party. It's the first time anyone has seen them since their marriage.

I'm also using this chapter to fulfill a @dreamlingbingo prompt! I'm replacing Square A1 - Lost In Translation with the adoptable prompt Meeting The Family. Check out my other prompts on my Dreamling Bingo Masterpost!

[windsweptinred]

My current WIP, The Goddess Nyx and the Muse Urania. (Press pic for better quality... Why do you do this Tumblr 🙄).

Nyx, the Greek Goddess of primordial Night, dark mother of mysteries, dressed in stars, subduer of gods and men, who even mighty Zeus himself stood in awe of.

Urania, Goddess of astronomy, astrology and philosophy. Her gaze ever fixed on the the infinite universe. Muse to those who seek to divine the stars, expand the mind, and unravel the mysteries of the heavens.

(I'm actually looking for a poem, lyrics or a quote to be added to this piece. Something about the night, star gazing and exploration... Our love of the stars. If you have any recommendations, please do throw them my way! I'm hunting but I haven't found something just right yet.)

[alexandraisyes]

If you could, what would you change in TSAMS? For example, would you add a new character or remove any of the already existing ones, make some ship canon or make two characters who are in relationship in canon to break up, make characters to be different either personality-wise or design-wise, focus on some characters more? (I want to hear you ramble about this please 🙏🙏)

The VERY FIRST THING I WOULD DO

Is put Monty in cognitive behavior therapy. And I mean that so fucking genuinely, that gator has a lot of thinking errors that make him so infuriating, and if I could get him assigned to a therapist that's NOT his girlfriend, that will actually work with him on being mindful and self-awareness and shit I would literally die happy.

My reasoning for this is that it would be so fucking unsatisfying to just "fix him". Personally, I think that would be an insult to what his character is supposed to be, and if Eclipse can get better and more empathetic and more aware of how he affects other people than so can Monty. I don't want to change his personality, I just want his character to be more aware of how big of an asshole he is and actually try to be a better guy. It 100% doesn't even need to be something in the foreground, just knowing that he's speaking to a professional about stuff would be enough.

As far as characters go, I personally don't think it's my place to suggest adding or removing characters. Mostly because I don't think it's necessary. I would push for more random lore for characters that we've met but don't know that well, especially one-off AUs that already exist in canon. We've gotten to see Gaia and Nyx again. Helios is one of the main characters now, and Kronos has been made relevant again, so they definitely remember the other dimensions. I think it would be a nice break from the heavy hard lore of the main universe, while also not being so obvious of filler content that people would throw a fit. It would be a treat for the audience to get to know more about the different canon AUs. I might prod to bring back Solar Flare, just because of the potential in his character (and yes I am biased) but even that's a coin toss because I also feel like he's served his purpose in canon.

I do think clearing up character ambiguity would be important, especially for characters like Jack where it's just so convoluted as to how we're supposed to interpret them. When the VAs say we're supposed to view a character as one thing and then portray them as another it gets really confusing for the audience. It is also really confusing for writers most of the time because they have a character that they aren't in (internal) agreement as to how they want to write them, which leads to a messy character. This is just a general statement about writers, and not specifically TSAMS.

Okay, the shipping question. I wouldn't make any ships canon or non-canon. Yes, that includes Monty/Earth. Yes, I know that I am well known for writing about ships and making AUs about ships, however, that's specifically non-canon and I know it's non-canon and I know that when I write about my silly little ships I am being delusional about characters' compatibility. It is my pride and joy to be unhinged and feral, and that would not change, but there would be a clear divide between professional work for the show and my silly fan AUs. Especially because, as I've addressed in the past, I see TSAMS as another DCA au just like all of my AUs I view as just more DCA aus, even if they are inspired by TSAMS. And considering I have multiple AUs with severely different plot lines and dynamics, I can trust that I would be able to keep them separate, and my personal work wouldn't bleed into my professional work.

Personalities? I like the characters' personalities, and I don't see a reason to change them. After all, it wouldn't make sense from a psychological perspective, which means that it doesn't make sense from a narrative perspective. I genuinely do enjoy the characterization in the show, including character flaws and things that make my skin itch. Yes, this includes Monty. As much as I say "Oh I hate Monty so much", I still really like the characterization, and I'm glad that they're willing to have such an asshole of a character. Moral ambiguity is extremely realistic, and like I've said before, I think Monty meets a lot of the requirements for narcissism or even narcopathy. Which is, again, extremely realistic. People with the kind of moral ambiguity like Monty, who are just as frustrating as Monty, are real. And they exist. And they are infuriating. But because they seem to want to portray Monty as a "good guy" I want him to do the therapy thing as earlier mentioned.

Design-wise, it's no secret that I'm an artist. There are a few designs that are just genuinely eye-sores, but I currently don't have that great of blender skills so I cannot pass judgement in that area when I literally cannot do better ajdsf;lgjafsdl. I can draw up designs, I can do 2D models and sheets and shit, but I'm currently useless when it comes to VRChat models. I want to learn, but that's such a process that I'm trying to find motivation for and I don't even know where I would start. which is part of the issue because it makes it seem even more impossible.

[cream-filled-bun]

Nyx pegs Ci, not clickbait

Nyx: any pronouns - Ci: he/him

"you're such a good boy, Ci~"

[blossomwritesthings]

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝? 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. | 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫

part four of do you feel my hand? it is there. | part one | part two | part three | part five | part six | part seven | part eight | part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve

pairing: minho x fem!reader (afab)

genre: veterinarian!minho (this includes a few of the skz members working in his clinic). client!reader. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov. strangers to lovers au. slowburn romance. lots of pining.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. very thematic elements. minho is reader's vet. reader is now his past client. the guys have a party for the next few parts. drinking alcohol and getting drunk/tipsy is mentioned. humor/fluff placed throughout. also, smut is coming very soon. :))

word count: 3.8k

summary: dr. lee minho is known throughout your area as the city's hottest veterinarian, and he's also the very man that's been taking good care of your two cats for the past three years. but one day, you're thrown down a dark path of heartache when the cat that you've grown up with - nyx - is diagnosed with an acute form of bone cancer. burdened with the hardest decision of your entire life, you come at a crossroads of what to do. and throughout it all, minho is the single most person who continually stays by your side.

a/n: decided to upload this today because i'm going to be having a busy weekend lol 😂 the last three parts of this are in the works, and i'm really excited to see how this little series of mine ends~ 🥸 i am honestly SO shocked by the response that i've gotten for this series... reading your guys' comments and feedback literally always makes my day and it makes me feel so happy to hear that my readers are enjoying the stuff i'm writing. so thanks so much for the support!! ❤️ also- STREAM 5 STAR CONCEPT TRAILER!!! 🌟

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The entire week leading up to the anniversary party, you agonized over what to wear. You didn’t think it’d be right to show up in something formal, but you didn’t want to reveal yourself to all of the guys after such a long time in your usual attire of baggy jeans and a simple t-shirt/hoodie. 

 It wasn’t until Friday evening, exactly two hours before you had to leave for the party, that you found the outfit. After rummaging inside your closet all week long, you happened to stumble upon a dress that had been shoved down at the bottom of a box of your old clothes. As you pulled the thing out, you were hit with a wave of memories - of when you’d wear the same dress while out clubbing with your friends during your university days. 

 The mini-dress was a light mint color and complimented your skin tone quite well. The scoop neckline hung low and exposed a good amount of cleavage, but not too much that it was deemed completely unsavory. There were long, sheer sleeves that covered your arms, and the thin fabric of the dress ruched just at your hips, defining your curves and adding depth to the otherwise short dress, with its hemline that stopped mid-thigh. 

 You felt that it was appropriate enough to wear to the party, since after all - it was a party, and there were sure to be drinks there. And drinks always called for a cute and flirty outfit. You matched the dress with some silver studs - things you hadn’t worn in a long time and only saved for very special occasions - and the only pair of heels that you owned, which were metallic in color and had a height of 3 inches. Small rhinestones lined the edges of the shoes, and they were one of your most expensive possessions, having been gifted them as a graduation gift by one of your fellow roommates in university who happened to be a good friend of yours. 

 Keeping the makeup on the lighter side of things, with your hair curled in soft ringlets around your face, you opted to grab the matching shawl that you always wore with the dress- the light mint color complimenting the ensemble perfectly. You took one final look at yourself in your bedroom’s floor-length mirror before leaving your place. 

 And to be honest, even you were shocked. 

 By how good you looked- 

 How hot. 

 If you were being entirely honest with yourself, it had somewhat been your plan. To reveal your inner sexiness subtly. But then all at once, the sensuality that you always tried to hide unexpectedly showed through in every aspect of your outfit. 

 You weren’t trying to seduce Dr. Lee. 

 No, surely not. 

 But… a little mini-dress never hurt anymore, right? 

During the commute that you took to Dr. Lee’s place via subway, you came to terms with the fact that things were going to be awkward at first. Especially since you had practically run away from him the week before. And you hadn’t seen the others who worked at the clinic in a long time, so it was only reasonable for you to assume that the talking would be stagnant at first. Surely, though, the alcohol running through everyone’s systems would promptly help to quell all of that.

 When you finally stepped off the train, you realized where you were- 

 Gangnam. 

 Perhaps one of the most expensive districts in Seoul. 

 And of course, he had to live here. 

 It was to be expected since he was a rich and successful businessman. 

 At least Gangnam wasn’t too far from your district… 

 As soon as that thought entered your mind, you had to do a double-take and retract it back to the very depths of your being. Because what was your heart trying to insinuate? That him living close to you was a good thing? That something would come out of your broken client-doctor relationship? 

 Yeah, fucking, right. 

With that depressing thought clouding your mind, you made your way through the many side alleyways of the area. It seemed like the further into the district you got, the grander the places were, with extravagant high rises lining either side of you.

 Finally, your phone’s GPS dinged in completion when you stood in front of a rather large apartment complex. The four separate buildings towered over you in well over twenty stories, forcing you to crane your neck upwards as you tried to take in their size. The grounds were well kept, flourishing with spring flowers and green grasses. 

 The nearby park was bustling with activity - little kids playing together and young moms conversing at the benches while sipping on coffees. It was nine on a Friday night, and at this point in the night, your district usually wasn’t very busy. However, Gangnam seemed to be on a whole other level. 

 And as you made your way through the complexes, soon finding Dr. Lee’s building, you understood just how out of your league he was. If the nice outfits at work weren’t enough and the literal fucking sports car didn’t cut it for you, then the sparkling, sprawling apartment complex with humungous units on each floor worked to suffice his position over you. 

 You took the sparkly-silver elevator up to the twenty-fifth floor, registering that the building reached up to forty. As you filed out of the doors, you noticed the cute decorations outside of Dr. Lee’s place. A small rug was placed just underneath the door, in the shape of a pink-colored cat that read ‘Hello, Peasants.’ That forced a small giggle out of you at the peek of humor in his personal life. There was also a small wreath hanging at the center of the door, with three miniature figurines of cats nestled into its green leaves. You supposed they were his since they looked similar to the pictures he had shown you in the past. 

 Taking a deep breath to calm your rising nerves, you reached over and rang the doorbell. As you stood there, you would hear the distinct sound of a loud bass playing over speakers. So, the party must’ve already started, then. 

 It took a moment, but finally, someone answered the door. 

 You were greeted by a smiling Jeongin, his grin stretching from ear to ear as he registered your presence. “Holy fuck- Y/N, hi!” He exclaimed, leaning over the threshold of the door and enveloping you in a warm hug. “I thought for sure that Minho had lied about you coming tonight!” 

 That detail caused a flush to bloom across your cheeks, “Yeah, well- it sounded like fun, so I thought I’d join in the celebrations… how are you?” You asked, taking in his appearance. He looked a little more mature than the last time you had seen time over a year before, with his jawline slightly more chiseled and a distinct kind of glimmer in his eyes. His hair was dyed a snow-white color, painting his deep olive skin tone in a milky glow. 

 “Doing good,” Jeongin began, as he stepped aside to let you into the apartment. Immediately upon entering, the distinct smell of him took over your entire being. It seemed to flood all of you, drowning you in thoughts of only Dr. Lee and nothing else. “Been so busy at the clinic lately, business has picked up in the last few months.” 

 You gave him a soft smile, “I bet… you guys work your assess off over there, you deserve every client.” 

 He frowned at you then, watching in silence as you yanked your shawl a little tighter around your shoulders and slipped off your heels. You weren't entirely comfortable showing off so much skin so early into the evening. “We all miss you at the clinic… the days aren’t the same without seeing you walk in through the front doors holding your adorable kitties-” 

 “Hey, Innie, don’t bore her with shit about the clinic,” an exasperated voice called out to your left. You turned and caught a glimpse of Seungmin, as he leaned against a nearby wall. He was clutching onto a brown and white cat - which you assumed was Dr. Lee's cat, Dori - in one of his arms. He was dressed in an oversized matching set of joggers and a hoodie. Comfy clothes. Perhaps you had overdressed for the occasion. But then when you studied Jeongin, you noticed the particular detail that he had put into his outfit… from the necklace of pearls hanging around his neck to the simple baby blue t-shirt he had tucked into light-washed jeans. 

 “I was just telling her how much things have changed since she stopped coming around…” Jeongin’s voice trailed off, as they both stared at you then. The fucking elephant in the room was that you left because of Nyx’s passing. 

 They both knew it. 

 You knew it. 

Everyone knew it. 

 Seungmin waved off his words, slinking an arm around the younger’s shoulders and motioning with a tilt of his head to the hallway behind him. Meanwhile, Dori was a squirming mess in his hold, as he tried to escape his hands. “Anyways, the party’s already started. Some of the guys haven’t arrived yet, but we’re all hanging out in the living room, so c’mon…” 

 You said nothing more to that, choosing to follow behind the two men as they led the way through the apartment. And it was so grand and beautiful. Multiple doors lined either side of the hallway’s walls, but they were all closed. You wondered what lay behind them. Then, there was the spacious kitchen off to the left, which had a magnificent marble island counter at the center of it. 

 And finally, you stopped in the living room. The biggest tv you had ever seen was mounted on the farthest wall, quickly flashing with bright lights as some of the guys played Mario Party. There was an L-shaped couch that was pushed against the wall closest to you, with room to fit at least six grown adults. And two armchairs were positioned on either side of the grand coffee table that was in the middle of the room. In the corner of the room, you caught sight of a cat tree, where an orange-and-white tabby - Soonie - was busy dozy off amongst the chaos. Dr. Lee's third cat, Doongie, was nowhere to be found apparently.  

 Throughout the area, small hints of Dr. Lee’s personality were hidden - from the many sprawling-green potted plants that lined the large bay windowsill, to the tiny cat figurines sitting just underneath the tv, to the large portrait of him and his three cats that hung above the couch. It looked to be in a unique style, with distinct brushstrokes and a cool colour palette. Immediately, you recognized it as Hyunjin’s work. After all, he had told you on multiple occasions that besides working with animals, he had a true passion for art. He had shown you some of his pieces in passing, and you were always blown away by the technical details of it all. 

 Your eyes slid past the two hunched-over figures - Yongbok and Jisung - who were enraptured by the game on the tv screen and landed on the men lounging on the couch. Chan was swishing an ice-cold glass of soju in one hand, as he chattered away with a listening Dr. Lee. None of them had noticed your presence yet. 

 “You guys- Y/N’s here!” Jeongin announced loudly over the rap music that was blasting throughout the room and somewhat masking the guy's voices. 

 All at once, they turned in unison to get a glimpse of you, Dr. Lee’s head snapping so quickly you were afraid his neck would break by the sheer force of the movement. He was dressed in black, oversized cargo pants, his midnight-toned locks a little mussed at the ends. But perhaps the worst part about the outfit was what he was wearing on top. It was a tight, black, muscle t-shirt that clung to every ripple of his sinewy flesh. The silver zipper that lay at the front of the garment was pulled down slightly, flashing bits and pieces of milky-smooth skin. (a/n: I'M SORRY- BUT YOU KNOW THAT I HAD TO DO IT!! I'M STILL NOT OVER ZIPPER MIN!!). And the choker… fuck, the black-chained choker that he wore around his thick fucking neck… he was surely going to be the death of you. 

 “Y/N- hey, you made it!” Jisung called out, while Yongbok waved excitedly before the two of them delved back into their game. 

 Chan stood up from his place on the sofa, passing you with a light squeeze of the shoulder, “Nice to see you,” he said in that deep, rumbly voice of his. You flashed him a smile, already feeling comforted by the way that they were acting like no time had passed between the lot of you. Like this was something normal… to be invited into Dr. Lee’s house for a private gathering of friends. 

 Seungmin and Jeongin hastily picked up two extra controllers and were soon sitting beside Jisung and Yongbok, joining in on the fun of the video game. That left just… you and Dr. Lee, since evidently, Hyunjin and Changbin hadn’t arrived yet. 

 He continued to watch you in silence for a few more beats from his seat on the couch. You could practically feel his eyes roving down the length of you, witnessing you in all of your party-goer glory. But then his focus caught on the shawl hanging around your shoulders, and you offered him a tiny, meek smile. 

 “Don’t be shy and come sit down.” He finally said in a voice that was so low, it was hard to hear over the vibrating music around you. He gently patted the space just beside him on the couch, his lips spreading into a warm grin.

 You swallowed around the solid lump that was forming in your throat. Sitting next to him. In such a revealing dress. With him in such a drool-inducing outfit. 

 Surely, the night wasn’t going to end well - surely, it was going to result in irrevocable heartbreak and pain. 

 But perhaps, you could bear such a thing if it meant getting to see him so up close and personal. 

“Thanks for the invite,” you began once you were seated an appropriate distance next to him - at least a pillow’s length. “Seriously, this place is insane.” 

 He laughed awkwardly, running a few fingers through his hair, “It’s no problem… thought you might enjoy a change of scenery. Your district can be quite- bleak at times.” 

 “No shit- you’re telling me.” 

 “Is it that bad?” 

 He was staring at you again, his body turned to the side, back leaning into one of the corners of the sofa so that he could get a full look at you. You could tell all of this from your peripheral vision. 

 But you couldn’t look at him… 

 His outfit, 

 His closeness, 

 The intimacy of the entire night, 

 It was swoon-worthy and vomit-inducing all at once. 

 So instead, you decided to curl up with a fluffy throw pillow, keeping your focus straight ahead, on the tv screen, as Jisung’s character fell off of a platform which resulted in his team losing. 

 “Most of the time the shops in the area close around nine, so there’s nothing to do after dark. It sucks if you ever want to have a life outside of work because as soon as you’re off, everyone is closing up for the day. I have no idea why you decided to start a clinic in my district, to be honest… like, Gangnam is a much better option.” 

 “True…” His voice trailed off. And you felt him shift so that now his focus was on the tv. This gave you enough time to peek a glance at him again. He looked ethereal under the soft glow of the living room lights - the teasing skin of his chest glistening in a warm hue, his cheekbones washed in a distant kind of shadow, his perfect, red lips pursed slightly and- “But then, I’d never have met you if I set up shop here in Gangnam.” 

 You didn’t have any time to react, as he whipped his head back towards you, catching your perusal of his otherworldly beauty. Because truly, how can any man be so hot and yet beautiful at the same time? His face looked like it was chiseled by the Gods themselves, the picture-perfect example of a Hellenistic sculpture from Greece… all soft lines, flowing movement, and a focus that was wholly on his soft and genuine personality. 

 A sparkle filled his chocolate-brown irises then, as they lit up with the fact that you had blatantly been checking him out. Surely, he didn’t know about your feelings. Surely, he didn’t… 

 You spluttered in embarrassment at his words, as they finally registered in your mind. “I hardly doubt that I’ve made any difference in your career, Dr. Lee-”

 “I wish you’d stop calling me that.” 

 And just like that, he pulled the breath right out of your lungs again. 

 Like it was just a flimsy green leaf, that he had happened to pluck out of the sky and catch hold of. 

 Dragging the air up your throat and out between your lips. 

“W-What?” You managed to say in a strangled kind of way, the words tickling the tip of your tongue. They burrowed down into the pit of your heart, lighting something dim and unchecked inside of you. 

 “Addressing me so formally. That title, Dr. Lee… only my clients use it.” 

 “B-But I am your-”

 He leveled you with a swarthy regard then, dark brows pulling together, mouth pressing into a firm line of displeasure. “No, you’re not- not anymore. So I honestly don’t see the point in keeping up with all of the formalities.” 

 The anxiety balled up into an unruly knot at the speed of light. And soon, you found it jumbling around in your stomach. Was he mad? By his tone, which held a slight edge to it, he seemed upset… 

 But why? You thought he’d appreciate the honorifics, and welcome them, even, since the two of you were from such opposites sides of life. 

 “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that it was such an issue for you.” You said, but as soon as the words left your lips, you realized the bitterness that hung between them. The slight anger was laced there, from the fact that he was trying to break the one rule that you had set for yourself long ago. 

 Because okay- yes, he was really fucking hot. And fucking nice all of the time. But that didn’t give you the right to jump his bones just because you were attracted to him. And besides, he’d never stoop so low for a woman like you.

He threw his hands up in the air then, sighing in defeat. “I mean, I really don’t know what I have to do- I invite you over to my place, I fucking call-”

 Just then, he was interrupted by a loud shout flooding in from down the hallway. And suddenly, Changbin appeared in the living room, a goofy smile plastered on his face, as he held up a huge case of beer and a jumbo-sized bag of potato chips. “What’s up, dweebs?” He hollered, throwing his head back and cackling maniacally. 

 “What did I tell you about using such a word?” Yongbok groaned out in despair, throwing his controller down onto the ground and stomping over to the older man. “It’s like- so nineteen-nineties.” He plucked the bag of chips out of his hand before scurrying back to the others. 

 Hyunjin filed into the living room, interrupting the scene with his show-stopping looks, even though he was dressed like a literal hobo, in ripped sweatpants and a stretched-out hoodie. “Give it up, Bokkie- his uneducated ass could never grasp such a concept.” He rolled his eyes at the dark-haired muscly man who was silently fuming with rage in the corner. 

 “Hey! I’ll have you know that I’m a fucking vet assistant-”

 “Yeah only because you failed your placement test to get into tech school.” Seungmin threw back, earning a few shrill cackles from the younger men sitting around him. 

 “I swear to all things holy if you don’t stop bringing up-” Changbin began, storming over to the brown-haired boy in apparent rage when suddenly he was intervened by a shouting Chan. 

 “Food just arrived- come eat you little shits, before I take it all for myself!” He called from the nearby kitchen. 

 And just like that, the playfully-tense atmosphere in the living room dissipated, as Changbin was immediately soothed by the prospect of food. 

 “I call first dibs on the Hawaiian pizza!” Jisung exclaimed, shooting up from his spot on the floor and rushing for the kitchen. 

 “No one’s going to fight you on that one, Ji, you literally have the worst taste in cuisine,” Jeongin said under his breath, shaking his head in distaste as he followed right behind him. 

 As all of the guys left the living room, you were thrown into the uneasy silence between you and… and Minho. Your heart was beating wildly against your chest, as you tried to process what had just gone wrong between you. 

 Maybe coming to the party was a mistake after all. 

 Maybe, you should’ve just stayed holed up in your small, dingy apartment, like you usually did every Friday night. 

But then Minho was sighing heavily, and from his proximity, you could practically feel his hot breath hit your neck. It seemed like he had grown closer to you in the last few minutes. “Fuck- just forget I said anything.” 

 And before you could say - or do - anything else, he was shuffling out of the living room, in search of some piping hot food. 

 Getting some alcohol into your system would surely help the pain that suddenly coursed through your veins.

 Surely, drowning your mind in liquor would help to quell the rising hurt that was beginning to squeeze at your heart. 

 Because just like that, without you even having to confess your feelings to him, he was dismissing you. 

 He was ignoring your feelings. 

 Just from the way that he told you to ‘forget about it.’ 

 When no- 

 You couldn’t just erase it from your mind. 

 You couldn’t simply snap a finger and ‘forget about it.’ 

 Forget the history the two of you had together? 

 The attraction that was seemingly only one-sided?

 The realization that he had only called you over to his party to fill the space of a friend? 

 Nah- fuck that shit. 

 So you weren’t going to forget any of it, just to spite him. 

 And you decided that for the rest of the night, you’d think about nothing but him. 

 Be consumed by nothing but him. 

 Again and again, you’d allow your mind to wander to the fantasies you had of him. 

 Because then, maybe you’d be able to get back at him - for all of the hurt that he was putting you through without even realizing it, for so very long.

To be continued...

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Laura Kinney isn’t the “Goodie Two Shoes” her fans make her out to be…and other thoughts… 

Part 2: “Identity Crisis”

After Craig Kyle’s minis and the original “NYX”… Laura’s character kind of ends up in a bizarre sort of limbo…

I’m not going to summarize Claremont’s version of Laura…because truthfully…no one really cares and not a lot happened in those stories that affect anything…all people REALLY remember is Laura in the “Fang” outfit and meeting Spider-Man anyway…

Laura became “Captain Universe” at some point after Claremont….(that kind of becomes important later in Liu’s solo)…but was kind of a mediocre story…

Craig Kyle and Christopher Yost are then put on the continuation of “New X-Men: Academy X” after “Decimation” and “House of M”…aka Scarlet Witch has a breakdown, creates a false universe, then says “No More Mutants” (that’s a really short summary of events…but whatever…).

(“Tsunami” Marvel’s Manga-esque line’s logo)

This WAS the modern X-Men teen book, that was essentially modeled after “slice of life” mangas and “Harry Potter”. It was the “happy-go-lucky” teen book, that Marvel suddenly decided now needed teens getting blow up in a bus to spice things up….

This isn’t really uncommon; “New Mutants” technically did get darker from its original premise, as the series went on. So did the original “X-Factor” and “Power Pack”…

But a lot of fans objected to the extreme amounts of violence. The original writers of the series, DeFillippis and Weir, have talked about how they were taken off guard by some of Marvel’s choices and not adequately warned that their characters would be horribly killed.

Laura was tacked on as a last minute addition…and did objectively take away a lot of the focus.

Fans have accused Laura for being the reason Wind Dancer was ultimately depowered…(so Hellion could now be her love interest)…Wallflower was killed (“Laurie” sounded too similar to “Laura”) and many other accusations and complaints…including that “NXM” had more or less become a stealth “X-23” solo….

And…I do objectively agree with people that a lot of the focus was on Laura…KYOST DID use this title to sell her to fans that HADN’T read the mini’s or to bring in people put off by “NYX”….and they totally used this book to focus on making her look “cool”…

The question that haunts “Academy X” is basically this- would other characters have been potentially more popular/not inevitably become wallpaper…if Laura HADN’T been added TO that book…

But I do feel like you could, ultimately, have the SAME question about Quentin Quire…how many more interesting Morrison characters like Beak, Fantomex, Ernst, or Angel…ultimately got sidelined, because he was the most popular one out of that era? 

But QQ at least started in Morrison’s book- people take objection with Laura because she was tacked on by her creators to another book when they took over… she felt forced into a book that ALREADY had a pretty set cast and story.

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This BECOMES a pretty common re-occurring problem for Laura…

In MANY ways I think you can argue…Laura wasn’t really successful outside of “Innocence Lost” and “Target X”… 

Claremonts version and NYX technically came out in 2004, before Craig Kyle’s minis.

She didn’t fit well into Claremont’s writing and truthfully was kind of overshadowed by Kitty, Rachel, and Psylocke…she was just kind of awkwardly thrown onto that book, and frankly, wasn’t very interesting. She couldn’t really hold her own to complex Clarmontian characters…at least, not at that time.

With “NYX”, while she was the break out character…it wasn’t really a book Laura would have ever become very popular FROM. She barely even uttered a word in that story. I think…honestly…she would have ultimately BEEN lost and forgotten…if Kyle and Yost HADN’T done the minis and hadn’t had the brilliant idea of putting her in NXM…which was ALREADY a pretty popular book, even before “Decimation” happened.

In many ways…I would say…it’s funny to me that SO MANY X-23 fans and writers HATE ON “New X-Men”…because Laura AS A CHARACTER really needed that book. She needed peers and characters to bounce off of, and frankly at that time, she wasn’t a strong enough character or concept to really be on page with iconic characters like Kitty Pryde. 

Even WITH her connection to Wolverine, the TOP selling character in X-Men….She 100% would have probably been the next AU “Wild Thing”…or “Jimmy Hudson” in “Ultimate X-Men”…if it wasn’t for “New X-Men: Academy X” giving her more grounding…

That book probably saved Laura from irrelevancy.

And that is what’s KIND OF ANNOYING ABOUT IT- writers AND SOME FANS refuse to acknowledge her HISTORY of NXM AND BEING PART OF THAT TEAM…even though THAT BOOK WAS REALLY WHAT SOLIDIFIED that X-23 COULD even be in team books and BE a sellable character. 

As much as Marjorie Liu trashed “NXM”…Laura wouldn’t have probably even had that solo…if it wasn’t FOR “NXM”…

Part of the reason “NXM” worked…was because it was essentially a “darker” version of “X-Men Evolution”…where X-23 ALL STARTED…

“NXM” really was the LAST solid teen book, that felt on par to “New Mutants” and the original “Generation X”. All other teen books and YA comics in the X-office have basically relied on NXM’s popularity and character appearances since then…

And YET…”NXM” kind of became this weird, double edged sword for Laura….

When she would inevitably join new teams- “Avengers Academy”…”All New X-Men”….the main “X-Men” line-up; writers would have to find creative new ways to immediately “disavow” her time with the NXM. 

Suddenly Laura’s old team was “childish”, “mean”, and not “the big leagues”…the problem with that being, it kind of leaves Laura perpetually herself undermined and not seen as very capable, or childish…despite having the moniker of “Wolverine” now…

It’s no accident that in the “Fallen Angels” revival, Kwannon takes on a “mentor” role to an adult and fully trained Laura….

In “All New X-Men” teenage, wet behind the ears, time displaced CYCLOPS is the leader…not the more qualified and newly christened “Wolverine” Laura.

Laura is in this perpetual weird limbo of not really being a “teenager,” so she’s discredited from books like “Wolverine and the X-Men” or “Gen. X” vol.2, that her NXM peers always seem to fall under…but she’s not really allowed to be with the adults either, which is why she’s tied to characters like “Kamala” or “the Stepford Cuckoos” in the upcoming revival of “NYX” or teen Angel in “All New X-Men” or teen Cable in “Fallen Angels”…

When she is in team books, she’s not really treated as an official A-Lister; “X-Men” for example, literally had to create an older copy, “Talon”, in part because the original twenty year old Laura wasn’t deemed “serious” or “adult” enough to be seen as a leader or an authority…

The problem with Laura is, she’s a character  that is perpetually trapped by her original “teenage” youthful appeal- “X-Men Evolution”….and “New X-Men”….

Where characters like “Nightwing”, “Kitty Pryde”, or “Bucky Barnes” have kind of managed to escape that trap…I don’t really know if Laura CAN, in part because that requires writers willing to give her more mature story lines….

Where Tom Taylor tried to do just that in “All New Wolverine”, by adding Gabby and aging her up…the biggest problem was…Laura kind of became boring. 

In many ways…I don’t know if Laura can “exist” as a more “mature” character any more than “Superboy” can…or “Kid Omega” can…

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Another double edged sword is the question of love interests AND secondary characters…

Hellion is still objectively one her most popular ships and I would argue one of the last well written romances in modern X-Men comics.

And yet his original BIGGEST relationship before that was with the character Wind Dancer…which was really building up, until Kyle and Yost undid that relationship when they took over the book….

Because x-books barely last a year anymore and writer shake up is SO common- most current romances don’t really even make any sort of real impact.

No one seemed to really ever strongly LOVE Chamber/Jubilee, Psylocke/Blob, Cable/Esme Cuckoo, Daken/Aurora, Psylocke/Rachel…for example….

The love stories feel essentially akin to wallpaper- you’re just “supposed” to rip it off when such and such book ends. It’s tacked on more or less because it’s expected but you’re not really supposed to care about which character is used in what relationship or really become attached to any of the romantic storylines…

I don’t personally feel like people are attached to “Rachel and Psylocke” together, for example…what people objectively like about that relationship is because it’s LGBTQIA+ representation and they look cool together … there’s no actual real development in the recent “Excalibur” line or “X-Force”… where people genuinely LIKED Kitty and Illyana, or Kitty and Rachel together, or Mystique and Destiny, because the writing WAS consistently there….

I think a lot of the resurgence of classic x-relationships like Cyclops/Jean…Rogue/Gambit…Mystique/Destiny…and even Kitty/Colossus a few years ago…is because whether you liked those relationships or not; actual time was taken by the writer to develop it. 

Hellion and X-23 was one of the last relationships that seemed possibly lasting. It wasn’t just a wallpaper relationship to say the book had a romantic subplot and to check off a box…but was actually meaningful to the storyline and built up over time. People WANTED to know what would happen…which became a detriment when Marjorie Liu and other writers didn’t really want to continue it…

The simplest answer for future writers was to break up the “will they/won’t they” relationship and sever Laura’s ties to “NXM”….but the problem with that was because Laura was in “NXM”…many readers OF X-23 were also fans of Hellion, and felt upset about his representation in that book.

Fans ARGUE that “X-23” was LAURA’S BOOK…NOT HELLION’S…so essentially character assassination doesn’t really matter…whether Hellion’s representation is accurate or not is not fundamentally important because it’s objectively LAURA’S STORY…

The problem with that is, again, many fans felt like Laura hijacked “NXM” from its original storyline…essentially Hellion and the rest of the characters helped cement Laura’s success…only to then be horribly written in Liu’s solo when they were no longer needed for Laura’s success…

It’s the equivalent of having Logan trash talk Nightcrawler in an “Avengers” book… or Kitty complain about Magik and the rest of the “New Mutants”…it just feels like a low blow for fans…

The very SAME thing happened in “Nightwing” in the 90’s; fans got PISSED when Chuck Dixon and other “Nightwing” writers underplayed the role of “The New Teen Titans” and Dick’s relationship with Starfire in the comic…they felt like the writer kind of betrayed fans of the older era just to prop up Barbara Gordon…

The problem with Laura is, she is so tied to “NXM” that it was kind of hard to “remove” her from that book and its influence completely.

So the next thing to do, was to put Laura in “new” relationships and on “new” teams….the problem was, the writing wasn’t half as good as Craig Kyle and Christopher Yost….

Where Laura was more or less on equal footing in “NXM” and was equally developed in her relationship with Hellion…Laura wasn’t equal with Angel in “All New X-Men”…even the teen version. Ultimately it became his STORY. 

The current love story with Synch…is more or less the same thing. Hickman and Duggan were more concerned with how the relationship impacted Everett and developing him for newer “non-Generation X” readers, than how it ultimately affected Laura as a character.

Laura essentially…became a plot device to develop characters Marvel WANTED to push onto the market and more or less just a sales gimmick. 

The problem with Laura is writers can’t just give her some “Trevor Barnes” Wonder Woman type of love interest, because she’s too popular as a “female Wolverine” gimmick to date some minor character that only shows up in her solo….

Fans don’t like the new love interests and in some ways I would say it’s quickly becoming a detriment to her character…people dread her inclusion in big team books anymore because they know she will now be used as “the love interest”…but writers won’t pair her back with Hellion, because he’s not a big enough name character and they don’t want her connected to “NXM” anymore…

Liu may have wanted to pair her off with Jubilee and Craig Kyle has talked about him originally wanting Laura to be LGBTQIA+ on twitter; but I would say the problem with this is similar to the problem with Kitty.

Kitty is too much of a “waifu” for male readers and writers…that you end up possibly alienating certain fans. Colossus and Kitty do have some nostalgia with older fans and writers…but that may be wearing down as new fans come in and their old relationship is now viewed as problematic because of the inappropriate age gap…

Yet, Kitty’s most popular ships tend to arguably be with women and fans weren’t happy with Kitty being paired with random male characters (usually named “Peter”…) either and many felt like it was homophobic of the writers to ignore the previous subtext…

Many Colossus fans resented feeling like Piotr was being misrepresented to make Kitty look sympathetic…a similar issue to Gambit and Rogue….

The biggest problem being, AGAIN, is that Kitty and Colossus ORIGINATED in “Uncanny X-Men” and Gambit and Rogue in “X-Men”….team BOOKS…not solos…

You can’t really character assassinate one of them for the other without controversy…

The other problem is, if Kyle makes Laura LGBTQIA+… like he WANTED to initially…isn’t it even worse that he purposefully broke up Wind Dancer and Hellion…for essentially NO REASON…a plot point that affected both characters for YEARS…(Wind Dancer only JUST got her powers back and returned to X-books; Hellion’s character development is VERY different from what DeFillippis and Weir wanted, along with his character being viewed negatively by a lot of Laura fans AFTER Liu’s solo…)…JUST to then point out that it was all pointless because ultimately Laura was supposed to end up with Jubilee, Mercury, Dust, or Kiden, or someone else?

Doesn’t that just kind of ADD to the resentment that Laura more or less hijacked the book for fans?

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The same issues more or less crops up in “Avengers Academy” and “All New X-Men”.

“Avengers Academy” went super dark after the initial run was over, merging into “Avengers Arena” shortly after Laura and several other characters inclusion. While I don’t feel like it was necessarily the addition of her character that did it…so much so that it was just comic book mandates, a new writer, and the popularity of “The Hunger Games” influencing the change…it’s also not hard to see why this would immediately give readers flashbacks to “NXM”…and this book OFTEN had an overlap with “NXM” readership…

Laura…kind of developed a reputation of dread for certain fans when she was added to a popular teen superhero books afterwards. Her addition in said books made fans immediately assume that this indicated it was going for an “edgier” and “darker” premise from the original context of the previous story.

I KNOW people will argue with me that Laura DIDN’T change the tone of “ALL NEW X-Men”…that it was still light and campy and fun…but I would argue Bendis PURPOSELY added her BECAUSE he wanted to set up that his run would be darker than previous representations of the “Original Five”.

Laura is LITERALLY there to add “edge” and “romantic tension”. To highlight that this isn’t “the soda pop shop world and wacky hijinks the O5 once KNEW”…. You see it immediately when they find an amnesiac short haired version of her at the Facility attacking them. Laura’s “darkness” as a character juxtaposes with the O5’s nicer, more idyllic version of “Xavier’s School for the Gifted”. This version of the O5 loses their innocence; forced to see the future that awaits them- Dark Phoenix, Scott’s extramarital affair, Angel Becoming “Death”, and the schism between Cyclops and Wolverine. That was the only reason Bendis bothered to include her; to add “grit”. There’s a reason Bendis didn’t really BOTHER to do any research on Laura or write her in her old personality or voice- because HE DID NOT CARE. Laura’s JOB was SOLELY to be a gimmick.

Ultimately Laura’s representation in this book ends up as a wash. Initially meant to be a twist on the Wolverine/Jean/Cyclops love triangle…Bendis found his plans soon derailed when Scott gets picked up for a solo mini (AND this is the constant problem with writers only wanting to use the same five characters…but I regress…). With no idea WHAT to do with her…he ultimately just throws her into a boring relationship with Angel…despite the characters having literally zero chemistry and very little previous panel time…

Eventually Laura isn’t “edgy” enough for the storyline purposes…and is replaced with Jimmy Hudson to fulfill this modern twist on the original X-Men love triangle, while she has adventures in her own solo book…

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There are a LOT of Wolverine based characters and derivatives…yet LAURA is consistently the best written and most sustainable one….

But she also has a lot of the same failings Logan does:

Overexposure. “Edgy” and “dark” characterizations. No consistent supporting cast. Continually taking over books. Used ROUTINELY as a “sales gimmick”…

If you Google- “Laura is a better Wolverine than Logan”…these are the kinds of results you will get:

“SHE'S NOT ON EVERY TEAM”…”LESS BAGGAGE”…”LESS VIOLENT/EDGELORD GRIMDARK STORYLINES”…”FOOT CLAWS/HEALS FASTER/ECT (which some people might call “overpowering a character”…similar to Logan having a GOD LEVEL healing factor…)”

This isn’t to say Laura is a terribly written character… but I DO FIND IT FUNNY that people constantly mention these kind of flaws with Logan as a character to justify Laura somehow being a “Better Character”…or a “Better Wolverine”…when she’s ultimately…has most of the same problems?

Isn’t Laura quickly developing…ALL of the problems people criticized Logan for??

[distant-velleity]

“Now… Shall we share a dance?”

[SR] Sinner's Garb Yuhua is here!!! For @beneathsakurashade's fan event~

I. I lowkey think I MASSIVELY misinterpreted the event's rules but--- But------ If I was wrong just pretend it's an alternate universe where he got this role 🔥🔥🔥🔥 (School has fried my brain I am so sorry) I also just came up with the name for the card on my own so I'm also sorry about that OTL I'm really taking too many creative liberties

Anyway um you can tell I've fixated on Evillious Chronicles before so. Yeah!!! UI-less card and voicelines are continued under the cut as per usual <3

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Summon: A tale of seven sinners and their punishments… Sounds interesting. 

Groovification: — LOCKED — 

Set to Home Screen: The stage is set, and the actors are in place~

Home Transition 1: “I haven’t yet told you that I love you…” ♪ Isn’t that tragic? All these sinners met pretty ironic endings.

Home Transition 2: I heard that there’s going to be a party after the musical. I might not go, though; parties aren’t always my… thing. …but they did promise refreshments…

Home Transition 3: The best actors are the ones who understand their characters. Like, hating your past self so much that you’d erase any trace of it… I get that feeling a little.

Home, after login: “Seven flowers dance and sin is now released / I cover the ugliness of my true self as I continue to drown in lust…” ♪

Home Transition (Groovification): — LOCKED —

Tap Home 1: Isn’t this role better for taller people? I lose any enchanting aura I could have had when you realize I’m short… Well, at least these boots have heels. 

Tap Home 2: Any performer worth their salt should be able to prevent personal feelings from interfering too much with their performance… in theory. *sigh*…

Tap Home 3: According to the duke’s story, the vessel of lust is a sword. I actually dabbled in swordplay for a year, so I’m not totally out of my element. 

Tap Home 4: If I had to assign myself a deadly sin, I don’t think it would be lust. But I guess that’s what makes this musical so fun—exploring the narratives of people who did give in and sell their souls. 

Tap Home 5: Aren’t you afraid of what might happen if you look into “my” eyes for too long? Haha~  

Tap Home (Groovification): — LOCKED —

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Announcing Feyre Week 2024 Prompts!

art by: niruskyart (twt)

Hello everyone! Thank you so much for your patience and waiting as we came up with our prompts for Feyre week 2024! We were sad that there was no Feyre week in 2023 so to make up for it we are making a super-week and offering two prompts a day!

All prompts are completely option and there is ZERO obligation or requirement to do both prompts each day or to follow any prompts super strictly. Please feel free to pick whichever prompt you prefer on any given day you're participating! You may all follow the prompts as loosely or closely as you desire!

Look below for a little blurb about each prompt and some questions to get you thinking!

Monday 3/18:

Lady of Many Faces: As our lady of many faces Feyre has numerous parts of her personality. She's a mother, a high lady, a friend, a sister. She's cunning, kind, mean, thoughtful, nosy, and all sorts of things! How would you like to explore the different facets of Feyre Archeron? What sides of her character do you think could be further explored, or should have been explored?

Immortal With a Mortal Heart: As a Made being who was born human, Feyre may be one with this magical, faerie world, but at her core her heart will always be human. Does she struggle with this? How does her humanity impact her outlook on life and her interactions with others? In 1000 years will her heart still be mortal, or will she lose that part of her?

Tuesday 3/19:

Starfall: What kind of Feyre week would we be without the obligatory Starfall day? Starfall is one of the most beloved scenes from Feyre's journey and signaled a great change in her life! Does Feyre come up with any new traditions for Starfall? How does she celebrate it with Nyx? As of ACOSF, both of her sisters will now be celebrating with her from now on, does she do anything special with them?

New Beginnings: Today (March 19th) is the spring equinox in the Northern hemisphere, and one of the main reasons we chose these dates for our week! There's some speculation that Starfall takes place around this time in the books, and we wanted to honor that. As the frost melts and the seasons change new life blooms for us and for our beloved Feyre. What were Feyre's new beginnings like? How has her life changed? What was it like for her to wake up from her depressive winter "slumber" and come into herself? How has she changed over the course of the series?

Wednesday 3/20:

Cursebreaker: Feyre is the cursebreaker who freed the land from 50 years of suffering. What is having this title like for her? Is it burdensome? Do you think we'll see her breaking any curses in the future? "Cursebreaker" also has quite the intense meaning in the series, how does Feyre feel about that? How could her cursebreaking be explored further?

First of Her Kind: Feyre has done a lot of firsts throughout the series! She is the first to be made as she was. She's the first to come back from the dead bearing the powers of 7 high lords. She is the first High Lady and the first to survive looking into the Ourobouros. Are there any more iconic firsts Feyre will explore? How far can she go?

Thursday 3/21:

Childhood: We know a few scarce details about Feyre's childhood that have been scattered through the books. What more do you wish we knew? What do you imagine her childhood to be like that perhaps wasn't stated in the books? Is there anything you wish happened? How did Feyre interact with people before they fell into poverty? Did she have any interactions with her mother? What about after poverty?

Found Family: Feyre has found a family for herself through the Court of Dreams that is different than the one she was born to. Does she have any special traditions with them? Are there aspects of her relationship with them you wish were added? What's Feyre's domestic life like? How will her relationship with her family grow and change?

Friday 3/22:

AU: What would Feyre be like in alternate universes? What would Feyre look like in our world, another fantasy world, a video game? Anything Feyre AU! There are a million different ways we can imagine Feyre.

Theories: Do you have any Feyre theories, or just theories you really like? Share them with us! What would it be like if those theories were true? What do you imagine for Feyre in future books?

Saturday 3/23:

Warrior: From slaying the Middengard Wyrm to training with Cassian to defending the Rainbow all the way to fighting in the Summer Court with Morrigan, Feyre is a warrior and a fighter. How can we explore this? Does she learn any new fighting styles, or will there possibly be a battle she's needed in?

Jack of all trades: Feyre has many skills and hobbies! She paints, teaches, reads. She's passionate about trade and her work as High Lady. She's redone the entire Night Court budget and was vital in the development of the treaty with Vallahan! She posesses many different skills! Is there any skill you think she's good at or would have that's not explicitly in the books? Do you see her trying to learn anything new? How will she continue growing as a painter? As a teacher? As a High Lady?

Sunday 3/24: FREE DAY!

Reminder, there is no obligation to do both prompts or hit both prompts in your post! Your post does not have to even match the prompts at all. All prompts are there to stimulate your thinking about Feyre and provide options for things you could possibly create!

Let us know if you have any questions!