#Red velvet au

[nympheaecaea]

୨ৎ where him and i meet ୨ৎ

SUMMARY ୨ৎ park wonbin stumbles upon a magical hotel and meets the girl of his dreams (literally). OR witches, elves, shapeshifters and gods run a hotel.

PAIRING ୨ৎ god!park wonbin x witch!yn

GENRE ୨ৎ fantasy, fluff, slow burn, eventual smut

FANDOM ୨ৎ riize, nct, red velvet

when yn woke up, she tasted it in the air. something was amiss with that day. 

on the weekends, she ought to wake up early. from mondays to fridays she’d sleep until the sun was in the north and the birds were no longer singing, and when she’d get up, the table would’ve been laid and lunch prepared. but on the weekends, yn was asked to eat breakfast before. thus, she woke up early on the first day of the rest of her life. 

the sun was already up, chalky and chilly, yet bright in the wintry morning. yn's home was still, where there should’ve been the pandemonium of timed errands, there was only the void of those who had left. she enjoyed that stillness. rising from bed, she pulled the silky covers and tidied the embroidered pillows–her covers weren’t stretching enough and her pillows weren’t fluffing up enough. if it weren’t for that stillness, sohee, her younger brother, would’ve barged in, plopping himself on the mattress and rolling around on top of her plushies, sungchan would’ve followed, picking the fluffiest ones to punch, withal, she found haechan to be the worst of them, he’d talk and talk and talk. for that, she enjoyed that stillness. yn smoothed her dress and braided her hair–her dress wasn’t fitting as well and her hair wasn’t curling as much.

downstairs, the morning was awakening with the ushered lull of chirping and whispering, the footsteps that scattered and the glassware that clattered. yn joined her housemates at the table–it was a glossy mahogany, so vast it could’ve fitted a village, with a surface strategically covered in breakfast foods: bowls of rice and soup, platters of meat and pancakes, and the herbal tea irene would brew for their spirit. 

“good morning, dearest.” irene, who had been engrossed in her newspaper, greeted the girl. “did you sleep well?” she asked softly, her voice always a solemn whisper. she took a drag of her pipe, the flowery smoke surrounding them. irene was a witch of primeval blood: she dried flowers to put in her pipe and brew in her tea, believing that it would connect her to the land and make her spirit stronger, she had a willowy black cat, who ran errands for her in the human world and read the morning paper, and she liked to hunt. but never animals. 

“like a baby,” yn assured her. before she could return the question, however, seulgi pushed through the swinging doors with her hip, her steps careful and eyebrows furrowed with all the concentration she had to not spill the plate and cup she carried. “there,” she sighed, as she settled both in front of yn. “a full english breakfast with freshly processed apple juice.” she smiled charmingly, her cheeks rising with a tangerine glow. “and!” she started adding, “i made it from scratch, no sorcery, at all!” seulgi finished, bouncing slightly on her feet with excitement. 

haechan, who had been silent–a blessing that yn had come to find only happened when he ate–, scoffed at that. seulgi could glide so lightly on her feet, she wouldn’t leave footsteps on snow, and she was a powerful fighter, but, oh, so graceful, it was as if she was dancing with her opponents. yet, she channeled her spirit as a newborn deer walking on its wobbly legs; sparks, blasts, and domestic fires. irene was the one to care for her, calmly dabbing a hand enchanted by runes over the flames and giving her a drag of her pipe. she was also the one to glare at the boys when they snarked, shutting haechan before he could even interject. 

yn gathered the different ingredients of her breakfast plate in a bite, and even as she chewed the rushes of flavour, she could not stop tasting the wrongfulness of the day. she decided to ask, even if she feared the answer: “say, auntie, where is uncle taeil?” she had noticed the moment she went down the stairs, taeil had not been there with his gigantic crochet sweaters and his freckled cheeks rising with his blinding smiles to greet her. 

irene took a sharp breath and put down her pipe. “left this morning,” she only said, knowing that yn would understand. “didn’t even say goodbye, that sappy bastard…” she rolled the dampness off her eyes and raised her pipe back to her cherry red lips. 

taeil’s departure would be the beginning. 

yn knew his day would eventually come, as it would irene’s, as it would hers and as it had her mother’s. just the same, she wasn’t prepared for it. 

all magical beings were called into the draft. eventually, a pigeon would deliver a letter, an apparition would come in dreams, a knight would ride to the door knocker, and eventually, they’d be sent away. yn hadn’t always feared the draft, dreaded it, perhaps, but not feared. the day a cat had squished through her window, a small package in its mouth that demanded her mother, as if she were nothing more than a weapon, had fulminated the fear. her mother never came back then, even when she sat at the table eating dinner, she was still gone. 

on monday a tiny little imp had waddled through the temple, irene swinging an elven axe in her hand at the sight of it, and taeil understood his turn had come. it had lingered in the air then, the loathing that taeil had tried to hide, but they could see. the way his smile was tightlipped, that of longing, the way his eyes were watery, those of regret. it was in the air, how he’d dance with sungchan and sing with haechan till late, so late, irene would tell the youngsters to go to bed, only to join taeil after, the way he’d ruffle sohee’s chocolate hairs and bake him cookies, or the way he’d stay in the silence with yn, just them in their own warm summery bubble, napping like cats stretched in the sun. they’d miss him, they’d miss him a lot. because, even if he came back, he’d never be the same. 

“they’re back,” irene said, the darkness of her locks swinging as she turned to the door that led to their backyard. those opened in no second, and through them johnny and sungchan walked in, both covered in a thin coat of sweat and a blush from the gelid air. “good morning boys, how was the run?” she asked them. 

“wondrous!” sungchan replied excitedly, “the weather is lovely, and the streets were so empty, i could shift into anything!” he declared, taking a seat next to yn and nudging a piece of her fried egg to himself. 

johnny nodded through the younger’s words, busying himself with filling a tall cup of dark coffee. “hey,” he started, and oh no… “why did the morning coffee never talk to the herbal drinks?” he asked into the silence that had reached the room, “because they weren’t his cup of tea!” he finished with a cackle. 

like irene, her aunt, yn was a witch of primeval blood. she had lived the beginning of her life by a river. there, she spent her noons learning and reading, entertained by the wandering spirits; the naiads, who would braid her hair and sing about the wonders of corporeal warmth, the kirin who would come to her window to watch her play the violin until her jaw was bruised, the pixies who would bring her flower crowns that would tangle against her mahogany curls, and when the moon would rise in the sky painted by veils of green and purple lights, her mother would come with baskets of the “outside”. she had always known there was another world out there, one with a roaring of engines and clocks, but she had preferred the world of her own creation, her, her mother, her aunts and, sometimes, a nice man that would bring her dolls. 

and then, the cat came. 

not a month later, she had left her small, sweet world behind. yn had followed baechu, irene’s familiar, carrying a violin case in her back and a luggage from the outside with her essentials: books so chunky she had to sit on the case to close it, gowns and bows sewed from the softest of the silks, and gifts from her unearthly friends. they had rushed through the train station, the small girl garnering looks from the passersby, old ladies who asked her questions and young boys who wanted to hold her braid. she had, of course, cried through it all. the engines and the clocks and the people and the tick tock tick tock and the click clack click clack. 

so, like irene, she came from a long line of primeval witches, and she still didn’t understand things like morning runs or johnny’s jokes. 

“it’s almost time to open up,” seulgi said looking at the watch on her wrist. “what is the schedule for today?” her eyes settled on sohee, who instantly opened a heavy book and pointed. 

the younger boy, opposed to the boyishness his features still carried, was in charge. “we’re starting to get busier with the spring equinox coming, but there is not much to do today. i think we can have the day off.” he announced, finishing with a docile smile.

“and, hopefully, we’ll have somebody new come in before the spring equinox begins.” irene said, standing from her seat and smoothing her inky skirt that covered her to her feet. irene liked long, dark clothes, the sort of clothes that made kids point at her and say ‘mommy, look, witch!’. seulgi joined her, a contrast of darkness and colourfulness, whereas irene was elegant and dainty, seulgi was fresh and boyish, with youthful freckles and mandarin hair that sat at the top of her head showing her pointed ears with gold assets. 

“it’s time.” sohee told them, eyes on the watch. 

when the clock striked 10a.m, the temple opened. 

coming soon...

[solecize]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐃 | 𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘.  as  you  attempt  to  claw  away  at  keeping  your  title  as  the  nation's  sweetheart  following  a  dispatch  scandal  that  put  a  pause  on  your  career  for  a  nearly  year  long  hiatus,  everyone  in  your  circle  and  your  company  seems  to  tip-toe  around  you.  you're  a  monster,  a  diva,  an  explosion  waiting  to  be  set  off.  they  go  on  to  release  the  staff  around  with  NDAs  regarding  your  dating  leak  and  hire  a  new  team  altogether  out  of  necessity.  amongst  them  is  the  straight-faced  irene,  the  quiet  stylist  with  a  mastermind  that  vows  to  help  you  in  your  return  every  step  of  the  way.  she  guides  you  through  the  next  chapter  of  your  career,  becoming  your  bravery  when  you  couldn't  be  your  own.     𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. irene x idol!reader 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. swearing 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 2.0k 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.  this is probably the first piece of fiction i’ve written in 2 years so its a lil rough sorry lol anyway this is gonna be a short series, probably around 5 parts or so maybe less idk 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  PART 01/05.

she always asked what you were giggling about - seemingly every time she painted lip gloss across your smile, you were holding back a laugh. it was mostly to her own exasperation, as the crease that formed between her brows was supposed to show just how much harder you were making her job for her. irene didn’t actually ever mind, though. it was you, how could she? 

after returning to your group to take part in the preparations for your fourth mini album comeback, it was made evident to you that management was taking each step with caution. not in regards to your wellbeing, no, it wasn’t definitely not that. it was the way it seemed as though the world began walking on eggshells around you after your forced hiatus. it was also the way the world seemed to be constantly giving you a side eye, going over all the variants of the word ‘diva’ in their heads.

not irene, though.

since pre-debut, you were used to certain personalities from idol staff. there were all sorts - from the older, stricter company employees that scrutinized your every move, the staff that were too scared to even speak directly to you, the staff that were big fans and did everything in their power to please you. some of the long term faces that stuck by your group for the past few years had even become your friends. 

when irene came along, you nearly picked a fight with her for no reason. frustrated and on your first day back from “vacation,” you were met with the stunning irene and immediately grew territorial. who was this beautiful stranger and why was she taking up space in the middle of your trailer? she, of course, looked back at you with a blank face and proceeded to tell you to strip without any hi or introduction.

“strip,” irene commanded, as she rifled through the rack of clothes in front of her. 

her hands swiped between flashes of different shades of purple - the theme for the first couple of scenes of the music video .  you were left speechless for a second, tongue tumbling on any form of introduction, which irene had promptly skipped over. she met your eyes, making you snap out of your stutter, and her pointed look towards your left showed that your other members were already getting their video shoot clothes on.

“um, i’m y/n. what happened to cha - “

“i don’t know and i don’t really care. take off your jewelry, too.” in the middle of buttoning your jeans down, you saw that irene had quickly laid out what you would be wearing on camera. an off the shoulder lilac gingham piece that would brush against your ankles with puff sleeves, paired with freshwater pearls. it screamed sweet and loving “girl next door” all over - although, in your eyes, it was the perfect “please forgive me” look to your fanbase following the dating scandal that halted your career for multiple months. irene knew what she was doing.

you were able to get a good look at irene for the first time - or at least, the best you could with the way she moved so quickly. she was definitely around your age and definitely gave the impression of an idol herself. she was naturally beautiful, maybe one of the most beautiful girls you’d ever seen, and even in her work clothes of a simple long sleeve and jeans, irene looked like a model herself. her long black hair was pulled into a low ponytail, with a few strands of hair framing her face. you noticed her identification lanyard was decorated with hello kitty stickers.

your shoes were finally off, but you were still stunned silent. your group mate, sohye, glanced over at you with a puzzled expression. you noticed she was already in her dress and you hurriedly grabbed your own to hop your feet in. she was still staring at you, as her own stylist began doing as well. however, the latter seemed to be fighting a smirk. 

“what?”

sohye met eyes with her stylist and mirrored the same devious look. “nothing! you’re just really quiet, y/n....”

it was true. you were the fire cracker of the group, the one who’s laughter rung throughout the entire venue alone. boisterous and proud, you were made silent at the unique nature of the group’s newest staff member. this caught the attention of a few others in the room, a bit confused, as you were often the loudest voice in the room. you would at least be cracking some good-hearted jokes about your time off or practicing runs with sohye. you still weren’t sure why she was smirking at you and irene, though. 

“...met her match....”

“ladies! can we get a move on? mio, you still have to get your extensions in! bora, are you taking those pics for instagram? fantastic! and...y/n, you’re still getting your outfit on?” it was your manager, also known as the second loudest voice in the room. he seemed to take on a permanently frantic state across your group’s life span, as he dashed in the room out of nowhere, murmuring things at the appearance of his idols and scribbling things on a clipboard. 

he sighed, looking over at irene. “she’s not giving you a hard time, is she?”

“hey!”

“no, she’s been fine,” was irene’s reply, as she plugged in a curling iron on the pastel pink vanity in front of the two of you, not missing a beat. your manager looked at you, then back at irene, and simply shrugged and continued rambling about your group’s schedule for the next two hours. 

you let out a deep sigh that went unnoticed by the others in the room, except irene who raised an eyebrow at you, while simultaneously ushering you to the makeup chair. it really should have been you looking at her like that, as you were taken aback by how on her feet she was - in multiple ways. irene moved like a machine, weaving back and forth in the small space allocated to the both of you at the speed of light. she called over some assistant makeup artists to begin their work on you, as she ignored you in favour for directing the look that they were going for on you. irene was also on her feet against your group’s manager, the head honcho that typically leaves staff members unnerved. she was swift and she was direct. that was the first thing you ever noticed about her.

bora sauntered over and peered at you with a frown. “hey. why does y/n get the nicest set?” between the three other members, it was clear that bora still wasn’t over the fact that you got caught with a dating scandal. it looked bad on all of them as a group and you had apologized profusely to them for being a hinderance, but she was still showing the same level of disdain she had before. you two were never the closest in particular and now, it seemed like your friendship, or even profession relationship at  the least, was beyond repair.

you rolled your eyes at her. “go back to your own space, damn.” 

“well, you’re the one that messed up, i just don’t see why the company gave you irene. she’s the best of the best and my stylist is dressing me up like dora the explorer,” she grumbled the last part under her breath, returning her attention to her phone screen, where she was undoubtedly scrolling through social media to see what the fans were posting about her. 

it was technically your first day back. you and the girls quickly recorded your album in under a month and were thrown into the wolves that were better known as a kpop comeback. it was a record, basically unheard of in your company. however, plans changed following the scrapped debut of what was supposed to be a new boy group and a slot was left wide open for your group. everything had been a whirlwind so far and there was definitely an air of extra pressure following your hiatus, the need to prove yourself almost. it was your first day back and nearly everyone around you was giving you shit and you were exhausted. 

“it’s my first day, too. i’m taking it easy,” irene’s velvety voice chimed in out of nowhere, lowered to a volume that could only heard between the two of you, as she gently wrapped a section of hair around the curling wand, “and you should also, especially after everything.”

you were taken aback by the sudden words of wisdom, but realized fast that she was right. “you have a point, um, irene.” 

at this point, she had yet to introduce herself and you caught her name from bora, who seemed to already be acquainted with irene’s good reputation as a stylist. the name fumbled a bit off your tongue in your vulnerable state, a bit anxious for a variety of reasons. to your surprise, irene frowned a bit, which was her first display of any emotion the entire time.

“i’ll admit, i had to look into the group that i was going to work for,” irene began and you were prepared to wince at her opinion of the whole hiatus mess, “and i’ve seen you. you’re really strong-minded, why are you letting them get to you?”

“you’ve seen me?” that was the only thing you really focused on for a second, ignoring a flutter in your stomach. flattery was what you thought it was, as you wondered what irene thought of you and your talents.

this conversation was happening as you let the other two assistant makeup artists continuously flicked and dabbed with brushes and sponges on your face in silence. you noticed they didn’t even look at you in the eye, something you had seen many times before in the past. however, this time, you felt as though it wasn’t out of shyness or being starstruck. everyone had been continuously giving you a certain look after your return from hiatus and you only assumed the artists were participating in this cold-shoulder fest, between your manager to netizens to even your own group member. their opinion of you, though, wasn’t as important to you as irene’s opinion.

you caught yourself and cleared your throat. “i mean - well...i don’t know what you’re talking about.” it was a lie right through your teeth.

“chin up,” she commanded once again and you immediately did so, as she approached you with a beautiful strawberry-coloured lip pencil. 

you met her eyes as she began carefully carving out the outline of your lips with careful movements. something in you was glad that you got a new stylist and especially more so that she was in charge of you and only you. despite this feeling of welcomeness, you remained confused as to what irene was getting to.

“don’t let them give you shit,” irene replied, as she finished the last touches of your lip liner and had reached over for a matching lipgloss. she leaned over and resume her place right in front of you, still decorating your features with the gentlest of moves. 

that was the second thing you ever noticed about irene. from the moment you walked in and met her, you saw that she took absolutely no shit from anyone. that included you, your manager, and anyone else who dared. she stood her ground and did so gracefully. you were instantly envious of the way she held herself.

however, she saw that you could do the same. you smiled a bit and while irene also cracked a bit of a smile, just nearly tugging on the corner of her lips, it quickly turned into a sterner look.

“okay, but i didn’t say move. stop smiling or laughing or whatever.” 

time was ticking, as the camera crew wanted to get the good shots in before the forecasted rain began later in the afternoon. everyone was engaged in the hustle and bustle of the day ahead, but for the first time that entire day, you were able to breathe freely and smile. well, smile as much as you could until irene tsked you because you were moving and ruining her vision. this would be the first of many iconic looks that irene would craft for you for the comeback ahead. more importantly, it was the first time you became her muse and she became your rock.

[baejl]

KIM JAEIN MOMENTS THAT MAKE ME PROUD - #2

red velvet 6th member au \ superm 8th member au

jaein moments fans think about a lot

WARNINGS: this is just a few random scenarios I have, but have no imagination to make them full posts. starting off slow until we get back to the normal schedule. 

masterlist 🦋 requests are open feedback is always important to me!

1) Her first performance with Red Velvet after giving birth at SMCU PALACE @KWANGYA 

When we had the first performance of 'Feel My Rhythm' and 'Birthday' with all six members after John's birth, she was just glowing. The girls were extremely happy too. 

No one knew if Jaein would be part of the performances, and when she showed up, she instantly trended on twitter. 

2) When Jaein showed up at the shooting set of ‘28 reasons’ with little John, and we had a first glimpse of him. 

"Let's do it again..." 

Seulgi said, watching the scene she had just recorded. She realised someone coming into the set, and her eyes widened. 

"NO WAY!" she gasped, realising she said that way too loud for a two month-old baby. "Sorry..." she whispered. "No way! Hi, little one." 

She held her arms, and though John was a bit moody, he smiled at his auntie, shaking his little arms. 

"He just took a vaccine. He's a bit grumpy." Jaein explained, passing John over to Seulgi's arms. When she was cleaning the corner of his mouth, she realised a camera getting close, and hide his face with his little towel.

3) Her episode on the DIVE Studio podcast, and her opinions about some topics. 

"You said there was a time when you realised the difference between how male and female idols are treated. When was it?" Eric said, genuinely curious. 

"When I got in SuperM." she answered right away. "You see, Eric. I use the same dance, rapping and singing techniques in Red Velvet and SuperM. Somehow, even after years of being in the Red Velvet, some people still had a hard time accepting the positions I fill in the group. But, when I got in SuperM, the fact of me, a girl, as if it was a good argument to use, debuting next to these wonderfully talented men, made people think, 'okay, now I can see the idol she is', like... What the fuck?" 

"Oh!" Eric said, nodding. "I understand it now! Like, the fact you're debuting with men defines how talented you are?" 

"Exactly!" Jaein agreed. "And like, I just feel like, so mad! The girls are so talented. We all trained so hard to be where we are right now, to get it all diminished by the fact that we are women. At the end of the day, kpop is a big boy school. PERIOD." 

"She said what she said, everyone." Eric joked. 

4) Jaein being extremely center material in the ‘Hot & Cold’ performance with Kai, Seulgi, Jeno and Karina.

Jaein showing her full center material side when she got to perform with them and proving once again no one does it like her. 

5) When Johnny posted a video trying to bargain with her to be Jonh’s godfather.

"Jaein-ah!" he mumbled. From the video, fans could see she was getting ready for SMTOWN in Tokyo, and John was taking a nap in her arms. "Think about all the toys he'd get."

Jaein laughed and looked at him through the mirror. 

"I can buy my son toys, Johnny!"

"Look, John and John-ny! Don't you dare tell me it was just a coincidence." 

[panda-writes-kpop]

Sweet Watermelon ~ Irene

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope everything has been well with you. ❤️

TW: Hot weather

♡ Masterlist ♡ 》》》 Prompt List

A Sweet Watermelon Slushie is like the hot waves of sun that beat down on you during the dog days of summer. It can be sweet if you have an ice cream treat to cool you down, but otherwise, it's a pretty sour experience if you're not properly taking care of yourself.

"It's hot!" You whine as you desperately fan yourself with your hand.

"You should've worn shorts." Irene shrugs before sliding you a water bottle. "Make sure to drink water in order to keep cool."

"Thanks." You take the water bottle and press it to your head for a moment before taking a drink out of it.

You sigh in relief as the cool liquid travels down your throat and settles in your stomach.

"Why did we decide that shopping in hot weather was a good idea?" You complain as Irene adjusts the sun umbrella that's sitting at your table.

"Well, no one else is going to be out shopping, so we'll be able to snag all of the deals." She says as you fold your arms.

"At what cost, though? I think I'll melt if I stay out in this weather!"

"You're overreacting, and you know it. Once we head back into a store, we'll be fine. Air conditioning is a modern miracle."

"I agree." You exasperatedly say before finishing the water bottle. "Thanks for the water, Irene. How did you know that I'd need it?"

"It's hot, and you don't check the weather unless I make you. I wanted to make sure you were going to be okay in this weather."

"Aww, Irene, that's sweet of you." You say before standing up. "I've had enough of this. We should go inside and enjoy that air conditioning."

She nods before standing up next to you.

"Lead the way."

[sashimitos]

Do you talk to me when you're talking to yourself?

[kit-kat-katie]

The Chip Off Her Shoulder

A/N: A small drabble to hold everyone off as I attempt to finish some major writing assignments (that I should be writing now, whoops) towards the end of the semester. I won't be putting out anything longer until after the first couple weeks of December due to exams and papers a plenty. Hope everyone is well, though. (Also RV comebacks send my brain into inspiration mode so more drabbles may be on the way.)

TW: Missing person, magical mischief, a mention of punishment (?)

Pairing: Yeri x Gender-Neutral Reader (implied romantic on reader's end)

Summary: The princess feels lost without you, but Yeri has no clue that you've been by her side the whole time.

“We should be looking over every village, scouring every forest-“

“Princess, it’s not possible-“ The head of the royal guard tries to calm the frantic princess, but Yeri will hear none of it.

“What about them, huh?” In a fit of frustration, she throws a stack of carefully-placed parchment on the floor. “They could be scared, lonely, hurt-“

“You won’t get anywhere like this, not now.” The solider grabs her shoulder, and she stops her movement to glare at him.

“They’d tell me to leave you alone, but I’d really like you to step away before I deck you.”

“Yes, Princess.” The guard quickly lets go of her before bowing and escorting the rest of the guard away from the princess’ study.

Yeri exasperatedly leans against her desk, head hanging low, until a small blue butterfly approaches a nearby window.

When her eyes flicker up expectantly, hoping to see you, the butterfly catches her attention instead. She, in child-like admiration, opens the window and gazes as the butterfly flies into the room.

Bugs would terrify most of the royal staff, but Yeri found enjoyment in the small creatures of the natural world. They were small yet mighty, a blip in the history of time but a crucial part of the ecosystem. 

This blue butterfly was no stranger to her - it had been coming to her for about a week now, providing her with a small amount of comfort when there was no one who truly understood her emotions but you.

You were her everything, her guiding North Star in a sea of uncertainty. To find you was to find her way, but where were you?

~

This form was unusually to you, as flight was not something you were usually comfortable with. You, for the most part, preferred to keep both of your feet firmly planted on the ground, lest something bad happened in the sky.

Being the princess’s confidante and closest ally had its up and downs, the downs mostly being her absolute obliviousness to your affection to her. Everyone could see the lovesick look on your eyes when you would bring her freshly picked roses from the castle gardens, or how you’d offer to dance with her so she could avoid suitors for only a few more minutes. You’d do anything, die on a blade or less extreme versions of self-sacrifice, to keep her smiling and happy.

Perhaps it was less of a curse to be her source of happiness while she searched for you. Irony would be your word of choice, but as long as her affection was on you, would you really care?

You’d never had a chip on your shoulder about the way she treated you, that’s just how it was. She’d grow up and marry someone from a faraway land who would sweep her off her feet, and you’d be nothing more than a forgotten memory. Being her good fortune in a trying time was all you ever wanted.

Butterflies were a beautiful creature, so your punishment for protecting the princess wasn’t as bad as you’d thought it would be.

[yuurivenus]

10 o’clock

As the moon took over the sun and night fell upon the castle, you cradled Wendy in your arms as she hummed along to the music playing from the golden gramophone. It would be one of the last moments you two wolf have together as your kingdoms would be going to war as you wolf have to be beside your father and his knights. Yet that was not with of your concerns at the moment. Both of your brains had not a thought in sight.

“Can we stay intertwined forevermore, my love?”

[foretnoires]

btsrv » catastrophe [mutants!au]

since world war II, countries around the world have secretly carried out their own conspiracies. above all, it is to use science against science, to perform gene transplantation to create a weapon beyond the reach of humans - mutants.

after a year of testing methods and physical training, the government has selected 12 people from the "divergent generation" training program, put them on the laboratory table, and "distributed" to them abilities which thought to only existed in imagination. And just like that, the first "divergent generation" was born.

•●•

❝You don't have to wear a crown to become a king. It is the king who decides what is called a crown.❞

✗ wind ✗ noble

Born and raised in the aristocracy, Seokjin was inherently able to stand above people thanks to his prestigious family line.

But in the end, he chose to leave the rotten high society behind, so that he could find a place of his own, where he would be himself - not a noble, not a front for anyone in this world.

𓆩♡𓆪

❝I can't accept being betrayed, so don't be surprised if you see me betraying first.❞

✗ shape-shifting ✗ betrayer

That face was likened to a masterpiece, but she was never faithful to her true appearance.

With her mastery of disguise, the scams were always completed smoothly and the government would eternally never find her.

For Bae Joohyun, this beauty is forever the most cursed thing in the world.

𓆩♡𓆪

❝The only one who can change this world is God. But you see, he doesn’t exist!❞

✗ assassin ✗ super speed ✗ homeless

Perhaps, Hoseok was the only one who was grateful to God for giving him the ability, as it was especially useful in feeding a homeless person like him.

Hoseok had committed theft, murder, smuggling… just that can help him stay in this world. Even if he didn't have a supernatural ability, he was already a criminal had a death sentence.

𓆩♡𓆪

❝Life is never easy, but it's a blessing.❞

✗ bewitch ✗ destructive weapon ✗ "angel of hell”

Seungwan was a child slave who was saved by the government. She was accepted by the government, although she had never once done any harm to anyone. To her, every life is equally precious, no one has the right to take it away.

Seungwan was both a burden to the government and a priceless gift, when flowing in her veins was the supreme mighty blood, belonging to the holders of ancient treasures from the legend.

𓆩♡𓆪

❝There will be no world to love you instead. Because to me, you are the whole world.❞

✗ gravitation ✗ opposing halves ✗ lie

There was a time when he wondered, why did God give him the love that so many people yearned for, just to take it away?

Growing up in the worst slums of the world, Yoongi accepted to dedicate his life to the government, trying to fight this cruel world for just one person. But unfortunately, right from the beginning, that person soon left him, and he still didn't know.

His life, everything he did, for what in the end?

𓆩♡𓆪

❝My memory was as hazy as a thin mist, but her smile was as bright as the sun.❞

✗ storm ✗ memory lost ✗ loyal

They said his name was Taehyung, and he assumed that was the right thing to do.

They said, he belonged to the government, loyal to the government all his life, that the immediate future was no longer up to him to decide. And he believed, unconditionally.

They said, said a lot of things but Kim Taehyung never once wondered. Because apart from those words, there was nothing that could prove his existence anymore, when the past was just an empty patch.

But then she came, the past suddenly shattered, and Taehyung no longer could believe in himself.

𓆩♡𓆪

❝Is running away a coward? If you can truly exist and be loved, who cares about your cowardice?❞

✗ prophesy ✗ fugitive

Sooyoung has the ability to see into the future, the ability that guides death.

Her life revolved around escapes, it’s just... she never knew where she had to run away. Those eyes saw through the future, but couldn't keep her loved ones - those who have passed away.

𓆩♡𓆪

❝This is not the life I chose, but the definitive end will be decided by me.❞

✗ fire ✗ deserter

Namjoon was once trained to be one of the key members of the military, but everything turned upside down when his abilities were discovered by everyone.

Becoming a monster disgusted by his own teammates, but at the same time, he accidentally discovered a twist in the death of his foster father - who was once a general in the army, Namjoon used the same power that he hated the most, burnt eight adjacent barracks, also marked his name in the wanted list labeled as "rebel".

𓆩♡𓆪

❝This world without you, everywhere is just hell.❞

✗ water ✗ the cursed child

Born in a poor, backward village, Yerim was abandoned by her parents who thought she was a child cursed by the devil.

She had no family or relatives, and always followed merchant ships outside the seaport to get food, as well as saved the lives of unfortunate sailors who fell into the water.

Yerim once saved a warship, and her life changed from that moment on.

𓆩♡𓆪

❝Humans are not gods. The only things humans can give each other are lies.❞

✗ metal ✗ child of the devil

"Peaceful", a phrase that had never appeared in his life.

Born with the power, he was the devil, only allowed to exist as a tool for the world’s military.

From the moment he was born, he killed most of his family, Jeon Jungkook was a demon rejected by fate, including his own father.

Engulfed the scientific institute in flames, he broke the bounty record, turned into the leader in the intense hunt, and officially dyed his hands in fresh blood.

𓆩♡𓆪

❝Instead of figuring out which side will survive the battle, why don't we try to bury this world for once?❞

✗ ice ✗ pioneer ✗ nepotism

Trained from a young age in the army in the hope of inheriting the family’s tradition, Park Jimin was completely uninterested in such nonsense.

He was impulsive, had no rules, and excelled only at messing things up. However, Jimin still accepted to stay with the government to preserve his life, even though in his heart he never wanted to.

Or, to secretly cover for another person.

𓆩♡𓆪

❝Turns out, we and humans are not much different. Their hearts are made of flesh, yet in the end they don't feel sorry.❞

✗ flower ✗ scar ✗ muted

That girl was a genuine tool, serving the government all her life.

Ever since she was a child, living in the army, doing all the tasks assigned to her just in exchange for the peace of her family, even so, Seulgi never complained about the missions no matter how difficult they were, nor complained about anything unfair in life.

In this society full of injustice, unable to speak is an unhappiness, but it is also a good luck.

© 2023 of AVAROSA (foretnoires). All Rights Reserved.      

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Wow more fics being updated? Crazy

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The morning Shift - Hybrid AU

Hello there! Before the next part of the Aespa Au and the TripleS fic(still deciding which members), I wanted to drop this work of mine. I don't if the Hybrid AU is something my public is interested in, but I still wanted to give It a try. So let me know if you liked this and if you want more❤️

Can someone be employee of the month and the same time the biggest problem of the workplace? I know it sounds absurd, but it's the truth. One first hypothesis would be a case of nepotism: someone working there just because a parent or a friend is a top name of that agency; but no, it was not definitely your case. You really love this job and anything related to it. You always give all yourself, making the biggest effort to always execute your duty in the best and most correct way. But let's take one step at a time: what even is your job?

The answer is technically very easy: you work in a shelter, just not a normal one; the one where you are employeed takes care of hybrids, half-animal, half-human. Said in this way someone could believe we are talking about centaurs or mermaids, but they are not that mythical. Let's take in example the race you working with, the cat-hybrid race: they are basically normal people with few animals features like tails or cat ears. The rest of their "being hybrid" is really showed in their behaviour and antics, rather than in their body. I'm sure a description of a typical work shift of yours will be enough to make anyone understand.

Your routine starts kinda early in the morning: at 7 a.m. you arrive at the shelter, still kinda sleepy and groggy. Luckily you are immediately welcomed by one of the guests of the building. Two long arms takes you in a soft embrace, keeping you close from snuggling against your chest. "Good morning, Sakura, already out of your room today?", you asked, giggling, while kindly stroking her hair, making her cat hair move in response out of excitement. "Mmh, good morning. Yes, I felt like I had sleep enough tonight", she mumbled against your body, eyes closed in relax. You knew very well that she was lying: Sakura was very affectionate towards you and she had nightmares when you were not there for the night shift. You kinda solved the problem spraying her cushion with your perfume, but still her sleep was not the best; so her way to compensate that was literally waiting for you behind the entrance door. She had a very calm personality overall, so the staff of the place just let her be. "I see. Should we go wake up your roommate?", you proposed patting her head. Kkura just nooded and let you, starting to follow you really close from behind.

Despite this initial moment, Sakura was very mature and she rarely let herself go to these affectionate moments, especially in front of other guests. She often help you with your duties and kinda keeps everyone in check, so it's not easy to see her softer side, maybe the only one, except you, who know the japanese so well was her roommate and best friend. "Goooood morning, babyyyyyy", a loud and high voice shouted, someone jumping with so much strenght at you to send you on the floor. "Chae, be careful, you're hurting our caretaker", Sakura scolded her younger friend, crossing her arms. "Don't worry, she didn't hurt me, she just needs her morning cuddles", you reassured, hiding the pain with a big smile and focusing on scratching the forehead of Chae, making her cutely growls in satisfaction, her tail moving quickly. Chaewon story was particular: in fact despite she arrived in your shelter by mistake, because she was not a cat hybrid like all the others, but a cheetah hybrid. It was kinda a common mistake when they are young, but she was in fact different. At the start she was very aggressive and she didn't trust anyone, so she was about to be sent away...then you tried to get closer. You have always been kind and sweet, even when she was showing her worst behaviour, even hurting you, but you already knew that she was not bad, just very scared. And you were right: in no time she got very affectionate to you and also kinda protective. Not a single scratch would have appeared on your body under sight...well, except the ones caused by her cuddles.

After being held down by the blondie until her her cuddles hunger was satisfied, you slowly got up, helped by Sakura."Well, you already know at this point, I have to go to check the others", you explained, trying to go out of the door; however a pouting Chae was helding your hand to not let you go, her cheetah ears down. Even the mature Sakura was not completely enthusiast of the idea of you not being with them. "Oh, come on, don't make those faces, you're gonna break my heart. We're gonna see again in like 15 minutes. Breakfast, do you remember?", you reassured them, instantly bringing their smiles back and their ears up. You don't get how this scene repeats itself at every morning shift, but you could tell the separation anxiety was real for them, probably later they would asked for more of your attentions. However this sounded like a problem for your future self. You directed towards the next room, you knocked, asking for the permission to go inside. A soft "come in" was received as answer.

Opening the door, such a mesmerizing sight was waiting for you: this long figure was sat under the window, reading a book in silence. Her pale skin shining under the light of the sun, her long black hair almost covering her cat ears and falling on her shoulder, her black tail hidden between her legs. "Here you are, you are some minutes late today", she made you notice smiling elegantly, before closing her book and and shift her gaze towards your face. She gently patted the spot next to her, signaling that she wanted you close to her. Mina is not the biggest yapper between the guest, but you know her well enough to always understand perfectly her body language and her intentions. "You don't miss a thing, uh? I feel like I'm the one under your control", you joke, sitting next to her, your arm brushing against your skin. "I'm just very careful with things I like", she smirked before placing her head on your shoulder and humming softly. Yeah, Mina thought about you as her stuff, it was not rare for cat hybrids to be possessive, but it was quite surprising from the most introverted between the guest. You two just stayed her, enjoying each other company and the fresh wind entering from the window.

"Where's the baby?", you asked suddendly after few minutes. The cozy atmposhere created thanks to Mina almost made you forget that it was also the room of someone else with a very different vibe. "Oh, probably right now she's playing with Ka-", Mina' sentence was interrupted when someone thrown herself over you two, squeezing both of you in a pressing hug. "Oof-, I wish I could have your energies in the morning, Kyujin", you sighed, gently patting the back of the youngest guest, that was being lively and energetic as her usual. "But you have the whole me instead, isn't it even better?", the young girl replied, affectionately rubbing her head against your neck, enjoying the warmth feeling. Mina gave you an apologetic look, but you just shrugged and shaked your head to reassure her that everything was fine. It was your idea to put the calmest and the most chaotic catgirls together in the same room, and so far Mina had made a great job in taking care of Kyujin; and on the contrary, the youngest was the right person to energize the soft girl, given that often she would just lay and don't socialize at all. "You're lucky you're a cutie or I would have scolded you", you said, sitting up and caressing the ears of a purring Kyujin. "I don't believe you a tiny bit: you're too kind to scold me", she chuckled, making you roll your eyes back playfully. But she wasn't wrong tho, you rarely get mad at them and maybe that was the reason you go along with all of them.

"Come on, baby, let the caretaker go: we have to get ready for breakfast too", Mina said softly, caressing the hair of the younger girl. "Oow, fine. See you later then", she nodded, listening well to Mina words. You gave both of them few more pats before heading out. The positive side of the morning shift is that there are only few guests to take care of, just six to be precise; many others are going to wake up just for lunch and even after. At this point there are just two girls missing to check up and to call for eating all together; however even before reaching their room, you met one of them in the hallway: she was at the exact center of the passage, standing and staring at you, her tail moving left and right uncontrollably. "Karina, what are you doing here?", you asked, walking towards her, stopping just at few steps away from her. "I smelled your scent, so I just ran in your direction", she explained proudly, a silly smile printed on her face, her pupils basically taking the shape of a heart while looking at you; Karina was with no doubts the worst at hiding her feelings. "Good job, I was coming to you anyway, so you made my life more simple in this way, good girl", you praised her, scratching her chin, making her melt in your touch. If before her tail was already moving without control, now it was going totally crazy. She was so lost in the moment that she didn't even realize when she let out a loud meow, that echoed in the hallway. "I love when you call me a good girl", she admitted, beaming in your vision. "Then keep being one and wait for me and the others in the kitchen, alright?", you winked at her, making her heartbeat rise. She quickly nodded and then ran as fast as she can towards the kitchen, leaving you amused.

After seeing Karina disappear at the end of the corridor, you kept going your way, till reaching the final room: the door was open but you still need to get prepared for it. "I'm coming in, Irene", you warned from outside, but you got no response. You stretched your neck, took a big breath and finally went in. The moment you put your foot inside the room, you could feel her gaze penetrating your soul, a cold smile used like a mask. She silently got up and started walking in a circle around you. "Why am I always the last that you greet at morning?", she inquired, her eyes judging you. "Always is a big word, it's just something that happens sometimes", you chuckled nervously, trying to not fold under her gaze. "Mmh, is that so? Are you not avoiding me?", she shoot her next question, this time stopping and taking your hand in yours. You were not lying honestly, it simply was that her room was the most distant from the entrance of the building. "Yes, Irene, I assure you. You know that I care about you", you tried to convince her about your sincerity. Irene cold smile seemed to turn into a softer one...and yet, she still decided to take a bite of your hand. It was nothing too strong or dangerous, just painful enough to remind you she was not fooling around. "Ouch, why? I'm being honest", you yelped in pain, confused by her act. "I know, but I'm still pissed at you for being the last", a hint of cuteness in her voice, before licking the spot where she bit you.

You waited until Irene finished to medicate the wound that she made herself. Irene was the oldest of the bunch, she was also older than you, so for her it was natural to see you as someone to take care of, even if her jealousy attacks were the biggest threats for you at work. Being on Irene bad side meant to have an hard time everyday, luckily it was not your case: she seemed interested into you since your first day of work. Your kind ways to interact with everyone quickly made Irene have a soft spot for you. "All done, you're like new. Now let's go eat or I'll take another chomp from you", she teased you playfully, licking her own lips. "Alright, let's go, I bet they are waiting for us in th-", you tried to lead the way, but you felt Irene body remaining still; you looked at her, once more confused. "Today I don't feel like walking", she said with a sly smile. You knew exactly what she had in mind, being the oldest didn't mean acting like it in Irene vocabulary. You gave her your back and squatted: immediately Irene got up on your back, putting her arms around your neck to keep her balance and using your body as a pillow for her head. With Irene on your back, you finally went for kitchen, ready to give a start to the day of the shelter.

Now, as everyone can see, you are perfect for this job: you're kind and understanding, you know how to behave with every girl, and the guests love you and listen to you well. Of course you are the employee of the month...since months. Then what is the deal? Why are you the biggest problem of your workplace? Well, the girls love you too much! They are so affectionate towards you that they don't want to get adopted and leave the place. But honestly in a world where the hybrids are not accepted by everyone being so different from "normal people", the boss is just satisfied of how happy the guests are in the shelter. And maybe a promotion will arrive soon...

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Tell us more about reverse au licorice cookie, please

Let's do a few more at once lol

Cookies of Freedom | Reverse AU

Licorice Cookie

As a cookie who studied in Parfaedia before its collapse, Licorice became one of the really successful of the group. Whenever there's trouble or help needed, don't hesitate to call for him.

His calm, understanding nature makes him a great comrade, even under pressure. Licorice can get very cautious, with many questions in mind. He is the one who thinks the most through his team.

His mind is free from what others think about him. Licorice knows his limits and doesn't need others' approval. This free mindset keeps him happy and tranquil.

Pomegranate Cookie

Most friendliest, most energetic friend you'll find. A cookie who follows her heart. She tries to keep her friends out of trouble as much as possible, however she is the one who ends up going into some herself. Pomegranate sees greatness in everyone and wants them to be themselves. Her spark will help others to take the best out of them. Fate is just a word to her.

When White Lily Cookie isn't around, Pomegranate will be glad to take the lead and keep the morale high even in toughest of times.

Dark Choco Cookie

Once a prince from the oppressive Dark Cacao Kingdom,

He says his father's atrocities against civilians disgust him, leading him to join the cookies of Freedom and wishing to take down his regime. No opportunity to give hugs will be lost from him, as a social and bright man he is.

He does have some dark jokes here and there, but there wasn't any physical harm for now. Though Dark Choco Cookie isn't trusted by all members, some still believe he is truly redeemable, and mustn't be hated simply for having an evil father. No matter the situation, Dark Choco Cookie will always be there to protect his friends, right?

Poison Mushroom Cookie

A quick, but grumpy little fellow. Poison Mushroom will scold you for going anywhere near their shroomies. They won't bother sharing. You'll need a lot of convincing to use the mushrooms for ambush or attack. No matter how hard you try to hide something from them, they will always, somehow find out. Poison Mushroom won't hesitate to point out flaws or call cookies out. Friends? Do they consider the group their friends? Probably not. But whatever it is, they will remain company with the rest. It's better than being left out in that dangerous world.

[mixierupperc20]

I forgot about this when I finished my exams earlier

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CR Designs: CoD edition (plus Shadow Milk and Black Raisin)!!

Licorice appears twice because bestie (@/reapy_may on insta) asked if I could do a fullbody of him. Red Velvet appears a lot sorry lol (thank you @/stellomiacis for redraisin rot :3)

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Chapter Eleven (Avengers AU): Be Running Up That Road

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope that you're doing well today, and if not, I hope I can help make you feel better, even if for just a moment. ❤️

Avengers AU Masterlist | Masterlist

TW: Alcohol, cursing, multiple characters have a massive ego

“-And that’s the story of how Loki and I managed to turn ourselves into pumpkins!” Sana bursts out laughing as you look over to Lia.

“Is she always like this?” You mutter softly enough for only her to hear.

“You get used to it after a while.” Lia shoots you a reassuring glance before turning to Sana. “That’s a fantastic story, Thor-”

“Call me Sana, dear friend!” Sana grabs Lia by the shoulders and shakes her for a moment.

“Got it.” Lia readjusts her glasses after Sana lets her go. “Can we talk about Thanos now?”

“Ah, I’ve gone on a tangent or two, haven’t I?” Sana nervously chuckles while scratching the back of her neck.

“The grand total is twelve, but I suppose now is as good of a time as ever.” Irene, clearly uninterested in the stories that Sana has shared, rolls her eyes.

“Ah, you’re just as humorous as ever, Irene!” Sana reaches over and proudly smacks Irene’s back, which causes alcohol to come flying out of Irene’s mouth.

You and Lia laugh, but you’re the only one left laughing as Lia is coated in the beer which was once in Irene’s mouth.

Lia takes a deep breath in and out before taking the glasses off of her face.

“I suppose my glasses could use some cleaning, but you could’ve told me in a different way, Irene.”

“It was an accident!” Irene yells as Sana joins in on your laughter. “Oh yeah, you two keep laughing and I’ll pour this whole mug over your heads.”

You wipe away some tears before calming down.

“Sorry, Irene, but you should be more careful next time.”

“I was, but then Sana-”

“Okay, enough of the jokes and games. Let’s talk about what we came here for.” You chose to ignore what Irene has to say, which enrages her further.

“Okay, listen here you little-”

“I must warn that the tale of Thanos and Ragnarok is not a happy one. Are you sure you want to hear it?” Sana explains as you nod.

“Of course. I’m open to hearing what you have to say.”

~

“Dear god…” You mutter as soon as Sana stops talking. “That’s awful, yet you all managed to rebuild so quickly.”

“My people are strong. They don’t give up so quickly.” Sana says before taking another drink of beer.

“You managed to stop the end of the world, and Loki, of all people, was the one to help you? I find that hard to believe.” Irene comments, and for the first time, you agree.

“Yeah, I thought that was weird. Wasn’t she the one that tried to take over Earth with space aliens, like, five years ago?” You ask, and Sana nods.

“Loki’s sneaky and mean, but I like to think that my sister has turned a new leaf. Especially since we had a run-in with a certain doctor that you may be familiar with.”

“Dami?” You ask, but then soon realize that Sana won’t know who you’re talking about. “Doctor Strange, I mean.”

“Yeah. While we were talking, she had my sister falling through an endless time loop.”

You snort before taking a sip of your own drink.

“That does seem like something she would do.”

“Yeah, I met the doctor myself, and I can say, she does not seem like the friendly type.” Irene adds, which causes you to laugh.

“Have you met yourself?” You mutter, which causes Lia to briefly chuckle.

“I thought that Doctor Strange was… strange, of course, but she had endless beer. I had no complaints.” Sana passes her judgment before taking another sip of beer. “I could take you all to see Loki, if you wish.”

“Is that really a good idea? I mean, we’re not on the best terms.” Irene says.

“I promise all of you that no harm will come to you while you are in New Asgard.” Sana places her hand on her heart.

“That’s reassuring, coming from a drunkard.” Irene mutters under her breath.

You set your empty glass on the table.

“I’m in. What about you, Lia?”

She pauses to think before setting her glass on the table.

“I think it’s a good idea. C’mon, Irene.” Lia stands up, and you follow suit.

“Fine, but if she pulls anything-”

“-I will take care of it, I assure you.” Sana stands up before placing her mug on the table. “Let’s head out now so we can get back before dusk.”

~

“Ah, yes, a small stone tower built far away from the rest of the town doesn’t scream suspicious at all.” Irene sneers as everyone walks closer to said building.

“Loki’s changed - it’s up to you whether or not you want to believe that.” Sana says before going to knock on the door.

You deeply sigh before turning to Irene.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I agree with what you’re saying. She could be dangerous.”

Irene looks bewildered for a moment before a smug smirk lies on her face.

“I’m glad someone here has common sense.”

“Yeah, whatever, don’t get used to it.” You shrug which you know will be a blow to her delicate ego.

“You’re really talking to me, of all people, that way-”

“Shush, Irene!” Lia gently scolds as the door to the tower opens.

A tall, black-haired woman steps out of the tower, and Sana greets her with a bone-crushing hug.

“Alright, alright, I missed you too!” She says before Sana lets her go.

“I brought company, if that’s alright with you!” Sana waves to the three of you, and only Lia waves back.

“Is Irene here to arrest me or something? I get that New York-”

“No, we’re not here about New York.” Irene says, and the woman immediately relaxes. “We just want to have a better understanding of what happened during and after Ragnorak.”

“Oh, well, I’d rather not talk about it-”

You decide to make yourself known by taking a step closer to the woman.

“I heard you had a chance encounter with a certain… doctor, if memory serves me correctly.”

“Who in the name of-”

“Answer the question, Loki.” You deadpan, and you notice that she grows more nervous at your words.

“Well, ye-yeah, I did-”

“She’s a good friend of mine, and to put it simply, if you don’t cooperate with us, then she’ll be getting a phone call from me.”

The woman laughs before sauntering over to you.

“You’re a puny human, and you’re talking to a god like that! I can’t decide if you’re stupid, brave, or both…”

“They’re not joking. Doctor Strange sent us to get answers from the both of you about what happened.” Lia explains as Irene nods.

“The Doc’s feisty, as I’ve heard. I don’t think you would want to go through another one of those endless time loops, would ya?”

Loki shudders at the mention of a time loop, and you know that you’ve got her exactly where you want her.

“Are you ready to talk now?” You kindly ask.

“Yes, but there’s two rules. First, you can’t tell anyone except the doctor about what I have said. I have a certain reputation to uphold, as you can see from my surroundings.” Loki takes another step closer to you in an attempt to further intimidate you.

You stand your ground by folding your arms and looking her dead in the eyes as her face and body are mere inches away from yours.

“And the second?”

A wicked smile spreads on her face as she reaches out and caresses your arm.

“Call me Joy, darling. There’s no need to be so formal when you’re with me~”

[kalopses-sonderes]

It’s it alright if I ask for a platonic cookie run self aware au? It’s basically where the cookies come into baker’s world and they keep trying to kill them. The baker sees this as adorable and treats the cookies like pets. The cookies keep trying kill baker and baker just pulls out a spray bottle filled with water and sprays them a few times until they give up. Eventually they warm up to each other and become friends. The reason why the cookies didn’t leave sooner is because the baker put a new password on their phone and they couldn’t go back

This is so stupid

Stop this is cutest thing I have ever seen I just wanna eat this request I’ll keep it forever its amazing. This is gonna be just my ideas on this request instead of a fic because I have it’s of ideas and can’t write them all out :(

- Just imagine like five of the cookies in the kitchen counter trying to grab a knife since they’re so small like two inches. Baker walks in on this and sighs, filling up a spray bottle for water and starts spraying them. They just start scattering like little roaches.

Baker: Bad, cookies, bad! -spray spray-

Cookies: SCATTER!

- A few of the cookies who just sit through the spray till their dough gets super soggy and gross (cough cough Red Velvet cough cough) and they walk away like a limp piece of bread and you have to sit them out the dry on a cookie sheet by a window.

Baker: Red Velvet.. Just give up, you’re barely able to stand up.

Red Velvet: I will not give up! -falls over-

- The cookies live in your living room locked in with those baby cages so they don’t roam around the house. They were having a group discussion about you and wether they will accept you as you watched since they forced you to join and decided your “fates” Once they finally warmed up to you and finally got access to the entire house instead of just the living room. You wondered why they haven’t left yet if they hated you so much before, they told you about how you changed your password and they couldn’t unlock the portal got their home.

Baker: Soo, why did you guys not leave when you hated me?

Cookies: well.. your phone didn’t accept the secret code we put in so we couldn’t get to the portal home..

Baker: secret code.?… Oh! I forgot I changed my password!