#This became way longer than I thought it would be

[chansdoll]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ현진ㅤㅤ♡ㅤㅤnot just friendsㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

★ pairing。nonidol!hyunjin x afab!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎g. ╰・  angst , smut‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎cw。 unprotected sex , oral (f. receiving) , they're in love your honor wc。 4.3k

lana's note!  ᰍᩚ this is kinda like a friends to lovers type thing except it starts late in the situationship phase, idk what this is tbh, i got bored and thought of it

♡ masterlist

it was a typical friday night, the kind of party everyone in your class had been buzzing about for days. a packed house, music pulsing through the walls, the air thick with alcohol and the sharp bite of too many cheap colognes. you were there, perched on the worn-out couch in the sunroom with your friends, half-listening as they gushed over the guys at the party. the room was dimly lit, the only glow coming from a few tangled strings of fairy lights that flickered unevenly, casting soft shadows across the walls.

you wanted to be here—at least, that’s what you told yourself. you liked the distraction, the way alcohol dulled the edges of emotions you refused to acknowledge. lately, those emotions had been clawing at your chest, threatening to spill over, and drinking was the only thing that kept them at bay. you weren’t about to let yourself feel, not when feeling meant risking getting hurt again.

then, as if on cue, he walked in.

hyunjin.

your heart lurched the second your eyes landed on him, a cruel reminder of something you wanted but could never have. he strolled in effortlessly, his presence commanding attention without even trying, flanked by felix and changbin. his dark eyes swept over the room, taking in the scene, and then—inevitably—they found you.

you didn’t think. you just acted. without hesitation, you tipped your glass back, downing the rest of your drink in one go. the burn of the alcohol was nothing compared to the ache in your chest, the one that only seemed to grow stronger every time he was near. you needed more. more to drink, more distance, more anything to push away the emotions threatening to surface.

hyunjin noticed. of course, he did.

he didn’t say anything right away, but you felt his eyes on you—watching, assessing. he always had this way of looking at you, like he was trying to solve a puzzle only he could see. he could tell something was wrong, that you were struggling, but he didn’t know why.

and you weren’t about to let him find out.

for years, you and hyunjin had been inseparable. what started as a simple friendship—born from long nights studying together, laughing over inside jokes, and supporting each other through the highs and lows of life—evolved into something deeper, something unspoken. he was your safe place, and you were his. but neither of you ever crossed that line, both too scared to risk what you had.

then, everything changed.

a few months ago, you went through a painful breakup, one that left you reeling. you had trusted, loved, and given your heart away—only to have it shattered. the pain made you wary, hesitant to let anyone get too close again. and hyunjin, ever the patient friend, had been there for you through it all. he never pushed, never asked for more than you could give. he just stayed.

but one night, after too many drinks and too many lingering stares, you found yourself in his arms in a way you never had before. it wasn’t just a moment of weakness—it was comfort, desperation, need. what was supposed to be a one-time thing became something neither of you could walk away from. it started with stolen kisses behind closed doors, tangled sheets, and hushed promises of this doesn’t mean anything. but as the weeks passed, something shifted.

the sex turned softer, more intimate. he would press lingering kisses to your temple, trace gentle patterns on your skin afterward. you would wake up in his bed, wrapped in his warmth, and pretend you didn’t crave staying longer. it was dangerous—because the more time you spent wrapped up in hyunjin, the harder it became to deny what was happening between you.

but you had to deny it.

because falling for him meant opening yourself up again. and after what you had been through, you weren’t sure you could survive that kind of heartbreak twice.

so you pushed him away. again. and again.

but hyunjin wasn’t stupid. he saw through every excuse, every attempt to put distance between you. he knew you felt it too—knew you were running from something real. and no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself otherwise, you couldn’t ignore the way your heart ached every time you saw him.

and now, as your eyes met his, from across the kitchen, the ache in your chest grew. 

it didn’t take long for you to get tipsy enough to crave hyunjin’s touch—his warmth, his presence—and he welcomed you with open arms. before you knew it, you were stumbling into a bedroom upstairs, hands everywhere, lips colliding in desperate, messy kisses.

his fingers dug into your waist, pulling you closer, and you clutched at his shirt, tugging at the fabric until it bunched against his ribs. he broke the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head, tossing it aside before his mouth crashed back to yours—hot and needy.

��you look so good tonight,” he muttered, voice low and breathless against your lips. his hands slid down to your hips, guiding you back until your legs hit the edge of the bed.

you barely remembered falling onto the mattress—all you remembered was the way hyunjin followed, crawling over you with that same hunger burning in his eyes. his lips moved down your neck, biting and kissing and tasting while your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him closer.

everything blurred—clothes tugged and tossed aside, warm skin pressed against yours. your breaths mingled in the charged air, messy and uneven.

he kissed down your body, his mouth hot and teasing as he moved lower. you gasped when his lips ghosted over your inner thigh, and then you moaned outright when he pressed a lingering kiss to your mound.

“hyun—” you whined, but your words melted into a sharp gasp when his tongue met your clit. he licked you like he was savoring you, dragging his tongue in slow, deliberate circles before closing his lips around your most sensitive spot. a deep groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against you. he was lost in it—lost in you—his hands gripping your thighs tightly to keep you from squirming away.

“fuck—oh my god,” you gasped, clutching at the sheets as the pressure in your core built rapidly. his fingers flexed harder against your skin, his nails digging into your flesh, and your body tensed.

“i’m—shit, i’m cumming,” you cried out, your body shaking violently as the pleasure crashed over you.

he didn’t stop—not right away. he kept licking, sucking, savoring every bit of you until the overstimulation forced you to gently push his head away. even then, he lingered, leaving a messy kiss against your soaked folds before rising to his feet.

his cock was heavy in his boxers, the outline thick and prominent as he hurriedly shoved the fabric down. he crawled over you again, kissing you roughly—hungry, like he needed this, needed you.

“you’re driving me insane,” he rasped against your lips, his hand fumbling to spread your thighs wider. his cock bobbed against your slick entrance, and you reached down, guiding him inside you.

he pushed in slowly, groaning low in his throat as you stretched around him. the feeling was overwhelming—the heat, the weight of him pressed so perfectly against you.

it started fast and frantic—hips grinding together in messy desperation. you clung to him, his skin warm and slick beneath your fingertips, both of you chasing something primal and raw. but somewhere in the haze of it all, something shifted.

his kisses deepened, slowing to something softer, something felt. his fingers laced with yours, pinning your hand beside your head as he rocked into you, deep and deliberate. his forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm and shaky against your lips.

“fuck,” he groaned, voice strained like he was holding himself back. his free hand trailed along your waist, down to your thigh, where his fingers dug in just enough to ground you.

it was too much—his body against yours, the way he filled you so perfectly. the way he whispered your name, soft and reverent, like you were something precious.

your heart raced, your breath hitched, and before you could stop it, the pressure in your core unraveled once more. it rushed through you fast and hard, making your body arch beneath him.

“f-fuck,” you choked out, and then—without thinking, without meaning to—you said it.

“i love you.”

the words tumbled from your lips right as you reached your peak, your body trembling beneath him as waves of pleasure rolled through you.

hyunjin stilled for half a second, his hips stuttering before he fully realized what you had said. his breath hitched—and somehow, those three words undid him.

“shit—” his voice broke as he pushed all the way inside you, burying himself deep as his own orgasm tore through him. a string of groans left his lips, shaky and breathless, as he filled you with his release.

you barely registered the warmth spreading inside you—you were too lost in your own head, panic settling in like ice beneath your skin. you clung to him, your breath unsteady, trying to ignore the weight of what had just slipped out.

you couldn’t take it back.

and somehow, that terrified you more than anything.

the air felt heavier now, thick with something you couldn’t name. neither of you spoke as you pulled your clothes back on—hyunjin grabbing his shirt from the floor while you reached for your dress, still crumpled on the edge of the bed.

he moved slower than usual, his eyes flicking toward you every few seconds like he was trying to find the right words. you knew what was coming—you could feel it.

“you meant it, didn’t you?” his voice was soft but certain.

you froze for a beat, fingers faltering at the zipper of your dress. “what?”

“you know what,” he said, stepping closer. “what you said before.”

you swallowed hard, refusing to meet his gaze. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“you do,” he insisted, his voice firm now.

“i don’t.” you turned to face him, zipping your dress the rest of the way with a sharp tug. “i was tipsy. we were... caught up in the moment. i don’t even remember half of what i said.”

it wasn’t true—you remembered everything. the way his body felt against yours, the warmth of his breath, the way the words had just spilled out before you could stop them. but admitting that? no chance.

hyunjin scoffed softly, raking a hand through his hair. “sure,” he muttered, his tone dry. “whatever you say.”

“yeah,” you snapped, grabbing your purse from the nightstand. “whatever i say.”

you knew you were being cold, but you couldn’t stop yourself. it was easier to shut him out than to face what had just happened. because if you did—if you let yourself feel it—you knew you’d fall too hard. and after everything you’d been through, that was a risk you couldn’t take.

“are you coming?” you asked, barely sparing him a glance before heading for the door.

hyunjin didn’t answer right away. but when you reached the hallway, you heard his footsteps behind you, following you back to the party like nothing had happened.

only it had. and you knew there was no running from it for long.

the next day, hyunjin sent you a text:

hey. wanna grab coffee?

you stared at the message for a long time, your thumb hovering over the keyboard. you typed out a few responses—sure, i can’t, i’m sorry—but you deleted them all. nothing felt right.

you felt awful. awful for how you snapped at him, awful for pretending like nothing had happened, and even worse for how scared you were. scared of opening up, scared of hurting him, scared of getting hurt yourself. you couldn’t risk that. not again.

so, for the first time since you and hyunjin had been friends, you turned off your read receipts.

and of course, he noticed.

hyunjin lay on his dorm bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen like he could will a reply out of you. his text still sat unread, no confirmation that you’d seen it. he knew you were acting cold—he wasn’t stupid. ever since that night, you’d been distant, avoiding eye contact, cutting conversations short, disappearing whenever he walked into a room.

he knew you were dealing with things—your breakup had left you guarded, pulling away from everyone who tried to get close. but he thought he was different. he thought he was helping.

the next evening, he found himself wandering to one of the campus cafés—somewhere you both used to go all the time. it was crowded, filled with clusters of students cramming for exams or killing time between classes.

and that’s when he saw you.

you were tucked into the corner by the window, sitting across from some guy hyunjin didn’t recognize. he looked your age, maybe a little older, with an easy smile that made hyunjin’s stomach churn.

he watched from a distance, eyes narrowing as the guy leaned closer, whispering something that made you laugh—actually laugh. the sound made hyunjin’s chest tighten.

his mind raced. maybe this was nothing—just some classmate, someone you bumped into. but the way you smiled... the way you twirled your straw between your fingers, leaning in just a little closer... it felt different.

he told himself it wasn’t a big deal, that you were allowed to spend time with whoever you wanted.

but deep down, it felt like he was losing you.

hyunjin was standing near the counter, waiting for his order. he was dressed casually—sweatpants and a hoodie—but he still managed to stand out.

your heart dropped.

for a second, you just stared. he looked tired, his face drawn in a way that made guilt gnaw at your insides. his phone was in his hand, his thumb flicking over the screen like he was checking for something—checking for you.

when he finally looked up, your eyes locked.

your breath hitched.

his gaze hardened, just slightly, his face unreadable. you knew that look—it was the one he gave when he was hurt but refused to show it.

the guy across from you kept talking, laughing at his own joke, but you couldn’t hear a word of it. hyunjin’s eyes flicked from you to the guy sitting at your table, and something in his expression shifted—a flicker of something you couldn’t quite place.

you dropped your gaze, suddenly unable to hold it. your fingers curled around your drink, knuckles going white from how tightly you gripped it.

“you okay?” the guy asked, finally noticing your sudden silence.

“yeah,” you lied, forcing a smile that felt thin and strained. “i’m fine.”

the soft glow of the moonlight slipped through the blinds, casting faint shadows across the room. you stared up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of the night pressing against your chest. the silence was suffocating, and yet your thoughts wouldn’t let you escape.

tossing onto your side, you tugged the blanket tighter around yourself, the heat from your body offering no comfort. your mind refused to quiet. you couldn’t stop thinking about him — about hyunjin.

it wasn’t supposed to be this way. you weren’t supposed to feel so lost. so fucking confused. you had been fine before, or at least, you thought you were. you hadn’t expected to fall into something like this with him.

you let out a shaky breath, your heart pounding beneath your ribs. you were afraid — of what, exactly, you weren’t even sure. afraid of letting him in, afraid of loving him, afraid of not being good enough to keep him. every time you let yourself get close to him, the fear crept in, and now it had spiraled into this mess of misunderstandings and regrets.

you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to shut out the thoughts, but they only grew louder. you had pushed him away. you had hurt him, and now... now you were ruining everything. your friendship with hyunjin, the one thing that had been consistent in your life, was slipping through your fingers. you were scared. so scared of what he might mean to you, what you might mean to him.

the tears came unbidden, hot and fast. you rolled onto your back, unable to control the sobs that wracked your chest. you thought of all the things you should have said to him, of how he looked at you that night, how his warmth had felt like the one thing that made you feel whole.

but you pushed him away. you always pushed people away.

you reached for your phone, desperate for a distraction. maybe scrolling through your gallery would give you something to focus on, anything to get you out of your head.

your thumb swiped through the photos — random things at first. selfies from random nights out, pictures of your friends, screenshots of texts that no longer seemed relevant. then you saw them. the ones with hyunjin.

you paused, your thumb frozen over the screen. your breath caught in your throat as your eyes traced the photos. the first one was a silly selfie the two of you had taken during one of those late-night study sessions. he had made a face, pulling a stupid expression, and you had laughed so hard you almost cried. the memory of his laughter filled your chest, and you let out a shaky sigh.

then there was the one from that night at his place. you remembered it so clearly — your faces so close, your smiles so real. he had kissed you right after that photo, and you had felt a rush of something deep in your chest, something that made your stomach flutter. you had felt seen, wanted.

but you weren’t ready for that.

another swipe.

this time, a picture of the two of you on the couch after a party. your bodies were close, his arm draped over your shoulders. you were looking at each other, and in that look, you saw something more than just friendship. it scared you, that look. you couldn’t handle it. you couldn’t handle him. you had to keep your distance, even if it meant hurting him.

you scrolled further, and the next picture stopped your heart. it was taken the last time the two of you had been alone together. the photo was intimate, suggestive — you both had been fooling around, your faces flushed with desire. it wasn’t a moment of passion, not like you had imagined when you thought about what you two might become. it was a mess of emotions, blurred lines, and you had let it happen. you had let him in, even when you told yourself you never would.

you should have stopped it.

you should have never let yourself fall into this.

you closed your eyes, and suddenly, the weight of everything hit you all at once. your chest tightened, your breathing shallow as you clutched the phone to your chest. you ruined it. you ruined everything.

you were never enough. you were never going to be enough.

the tears started again, harder this time, as the realization crushed you. you had pushed him away, scared of your own feelings, and now you were paying the price. you had been so selfish, so afraid of letting yourself want him.

and now you had lost him.

the quiet of your dorm room seemed to mock you as you sat there, body shaking with sobs. you had pushed him to the point where he probably wouldn’t even look at you the same way anymore. you had destroyed the one thing that had meant something to you, and no matter how much you wanted to fix it, you couldn’t.

you ruined it.

you ruined him.

the bass thumped through the walls of the campus bar, the low vibrations buzzing against your chest. your friends’ laughter rang out beside you, but you barely heard it — your mind had been clouded all night. the drink in your hand had grown warm, condensation pooling under your fingertips.

you were trying — really trying — to forget. to drown out the memories of hyunjin’s touch, his voice, the way he looked at you before you pushed him away. but no amount of alcohol could drown out what was festering inside you.

and then you saw him.

hyunjin was at the far end of the bar, his elbow braced against the counter, swirling his drink in his hand. his hair was damp — maybe from the rain outside, maybe from sweat — but he still looked too good. his jaw was tight, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. he looked... off.

your stomach flipped. he hadn’t seen you yet, but you knew it was only a matter of time.

"i need some air," you muttered to your friends, barely registering their response as you grabbed your bag and moved quickly toward the exit.

but you weren’t fast enough.

"y/n?"

his voice cut through the noise like a knife.

panic shot through you, your heart racing. you didn’t turn around — couldn’t. you shoved through the crowd, weaving between bodies until you finally stumbled out the front door and into the cold night.

rain poured from the sky, cold droplets clinging to your skin as you rushed down the sidewalk. your breath hitched, your chest tightening. you just needed to get away — far enough that the guilt would stop clawing at you, far enough that hyunjin wouldn’t follow.

but he did.

"y/n!"

his voice rang out behind you, sharp and angry. you heard the fast steps of his shoes slapping against wet pavement.

"stop!"

you didn’t stop — you couldn’t. your pulse thundered in your ears, but suddenly his hand grabbed your arm, jerking you back.

"what the hell is your problem?" his voice was tight, breathless, but unmistakably angry. his hair clung to his forehead, strands dripping with rain. "are you just gonna keep running from me forever?"

"hyunjin, let go," you said weakly, but your voice wavered.

"no." his grip didn’t tighten, but he didn’t let go. "you’ve been avoiding me for days. i texted you, i called you — hell, i’ve been waiting for you to just say something. but instead, i see you here — acting like none of it ever happened. like i don’t even fucking exist."

"i can’t do this," you whispered, voice barely audible over the rain. you pulled your arm from his grasp, wrapping your arms around yourself like it could hold you together. "i just... i can’t."

"why?" his voice cracked. "why are you doing this? did i... did i do something wrong?"

you shook your head, swallowing hard. "no. no, it’s not you, i just..." you trailed off, words dying on your tongue.

"then what is it?" hyunjin’s voice rose again, frustration bubbling to the surface. "i know you feel something for me. don’t tell me you don’t — you wouldn’t have said what you said if you didn’t."

your stomach twisted painfully. "i don’t know what you’re talking about."

"bullshit," he snapped. "we are not just friends. we are not just friends, and you fucking know it."

the words hit you like a punch to the chest. your breath faltered, and you took a shaky step back, your shoes splashing in a shallow puddle.

"i didn’t mean to—"

"yes, you did!" his voice broke this time — less sharp, more desperate. "you said you loved me. i heard you. and i know you meant it. so why are you running from me like i’m some kind of mistake?"

your throat tightened painfully. tears blurred your vision, mixing with the rain streaking down your face.

"because i’m scared!" the words burst out of you before you could stop them. your voice cracked, your chest heaving. "i’m scared of getting hurt, i’m scared of losing you — and i’m scared i’ll ruin everything because that’s what i do."

"you’re not going to lose me," he said quietly. his voice was softer now, gentler — but there was still a tremor in it. "i just... i don’t understand why you won’t let me in. why do you think you have to do this alone?"

"because i’ll hurt you!" you choked out. "i’ll mess this up, hyunjin. you deserve someone better — someone who isn’t so... so broken."

"don’t do that." his voice was firm, but not angry — raw, almost pleading. "don’t tell me what i deserve. i know what i want."

he stepped closer, his fingers brushing your wrist again, more tentative this time — like he wasn’t sure you’d let him.

"i want you."

a sob tore from your throat, and before you could stop yourself, you were stepping forward, crashing into him. your hands fisted into the soaked fabric of his jacket, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

his arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you in tight — like he’d been waiting for you to do this. you didn’t know who kissed who first — all you knew was that his lips were on yours, hard and desperate. the kiss was messy, rain-slicked and breathless, but neither of you seemed to care.

"i’m sorry," you whispered against his mouth, the words spilling out between kisses. "i’m so sorry."

"don’t be," he murmured back, his fingers curling at the nape of your neck, holding you closer. "just... please don’t push me away anymore."

for a moment, you stayed like that — tangled in each other’s arms, the rain washing over you both. whatever tension had been hanging in the air seemed to crack and fall away, replaced by something heavier yet somehow lighter at the same time. and as hyunjin pressed one more lingering kiss to your forehead, you realized something — maybe you’d been wrong. 

maybe love wasn’t about avoiding pain; maybe it was about trusting someone enough to hold your heart, even when you were scared they might break it.

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[mochindayo]

It's Yellow Outside

Platonic; really; i swear; though i guess it could be romantic too? short little 1k fic

From the scene where, Aether’s goes to, boop, Kinich’s nose

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Aether stretched as he walked outside from the housing that he and Paimon were staying in, ready to start the day. Paimon urged Aether to take a slow day, after the rough commissions he encountered yesterday. Even Kinich was ganging up on him.

He finally relented, and Kinich compromised, saying that he would take them on a little hike, just so Aether wouldn’t feel cooped up the whole time. For that, Aether was very grateful. 

“Wow! Paimon can see all the little yellow particles today! Pollen must be really high,” Paimon mused, floating just beside him.

Aether hummed in agreement, absent-mindedly rubbing at his own nose. "hH'IKTshh!" Tickly. Paimon giggled and blessed him. 

He turned to his left as he heard footsteps approaching him. Kinich!

He seemed unfazed by the thick air, though Aether noticed the slight tension in his jaw, the way his nostrils flared minutely when the wind shifted.

“Are you okay?” Aether asked with a light tone.

Kinich huffed, clearly in denial over something, “Yes, I can handle a little pollen, Aether.”

Aether held back a grin, knowing denial when he saw it. He didn’t push, but he didn’t miss the way that Kinich’s breath wavered ever so slightly as they made their way to a trail. He filed that thought away, waiting.

They were halfway up a gentle incline when the first real crack in Kinich’s composure appeared. A strong breeze rustled through the plants, sending a visible wave of golden pollen swirling around them–

“ihH’Kshiew’shiew!” Aether sniffled, blushing as he lost control of his own nose. He expected a blessing from Kinich, but when he looked over at him, he seemed a little preoccupied. 

His steps faltered as a sharp, yet barely audible inhale was taken. Aether watched in anticipation. Kinich’s brows furrowed, nose twitching as he breath hitched once–twice—

‘Hh’ngkt!-ngtch!-h’kgt!-gt-gt!” The stifles were nearly soundless, barely more than a sharp exhale through his nose. It was so contained, that Aether wouldn’t have noticed had they not been the only three out in the wilderness. 

Kinich sniffled quietly, urgently scrubbing his nose before his chest shuddered with another inhale–

“hH’tchh! Hh’ngktch! H’ngkt! H’ngkt! Hh…” Kinich barely contained the first one, but was able to wrangle the rest in. 

Aether winced. Those had to have hurt. 

“B-bless you,” the blonde whispered out, almost hesitantly. Kinich barely acknowledged it, only giving Aether a short nod and rubbing the underside of his nose with a knuckle. 

They continued on, Paimon was questioning Kinich about various local dishes and restaurants, trying to figure out where to start when they got back into the town. The longer they walked, the denser the pollen seemed to become. There was a hazy layer of dust that came with hiking through the mountainous areas as well. Kinich, despite his best efforts, was not holding up well against the pollen. 

He sniffled wetly every few minutes, rubbing his nose as subtly as possible. However, Aether could see that the longer they were out here, the more irritated Kinich’s nose became. He saw the way his breath hitched ever so slightly before being squashed away by pinching his nose. 

Paimon, for once, was watching quietly, darting glances of concern over at Aether. 

It wasn’t long before Kinich’s control really began to slip. His nose is getting the better of him. 

“Kinich, a-are you sure that–”

“hH’Ngkxt! hH’tchnk! hH’gkt’gktch’gktchh! I-I’m fihh’gktch! h’Ngkxtch! Fine.” A desperate barrage of 7 sneezes overtook Kinich, not really helping his ‘I’m fine’ case. 

“Kinich, really, we can go back….” Aether sighed with concern. Kinich opened his mouth to, more than likely, refuse, but his nose had other plans.

“hH’Tchh’uh! hHh’e’Gtchh! nngh–hH’TSChhuh! ehHeh’gnt!-gnt-gntch’uhh!” He was really beginning to struggle with silencing the sneezes. He let out a slow, controlled exhale afterwards. Breath still a little uneven, but the sneezes seemed to relent for now.

Aether took a step forward, Kinich took one step back.

“Kinich…”

“I’m fine,” Kinich sounded horribly congested now. He avoided Aether’s gaze. 

“You’re really n-”

“hHE’TSChuhh! heH’ATSChhh! hehh’hhh–hehhh!....hhehH…eh…hHh…” Kinich was stuck. All that holding back must’ve messed with him. Kinich’s face and nose were stuck in pre-sneeze misery. An endless hitching cycle. Aether watched endearingly, before giving a small tap to the tip of Kinich’s nose. That seemed to release him from his itchy, stuck misery. 

“A’TSCh’UHh!! heHG’TSChuhh!! H’ATSChhhieww!! HE’TSCHHhoo! hHG’SHOOo!!! hehHn…nnHHeHE’TGSHIeww!...hh…hehH’tschh! eH’Tschuhh!” Aether had never heard Kinich sneeze so loudly before. (not that he’d really seen him sneeze much in general except maybe random single or double, but–). His last two sneezes sounded of his normal volume. 

“Please, let me help you.” Aether gently grabbed Kinich’s forearm, leading him back to the village while Paimon shoved one of Aether’s handkerchiefs at Kinich’s face. He reluctantly accepted the handkerchief, softly blowing into it. His nose twitched again, another breath snagging in his chest, and this time, he didn’t try to stifle it into non-existence.

‘HhH’tSCHh’uhh! …hHt’choo!-hT’Tchhoo!” Kinich scrubbed at his nose with the handkerchief this time, blushing a deep red. 

As Aether led the three back, Kinich continued to sniffle and let out occasional sneezes here and there, though they came softer now. The pollen finally being released from his nose. 

“Paimon now thinks that you should also take the day off,” she said bluntly, “No offense, but you look awful.” Paimon truly meant it in a caring way, they could tell. 

Kinich shot her an unimpressed glare, but the effect was short lived as his breath hitched again.

“Hh’Tschh!! ehhiHHT’--hhHT….HH’GKSHHhuhh!!!” He groaned softly afterward, pinching away a growing headache between his eyes. 

Aether smiled, nudging him slightly, “she’s not wrong, y’know…”

Kinich grumbled, voice thick with congestion,”....fine.” 

“Just, let me take care of you, okay? Our friendship is not transactional. It’s okay to be cared for every once in a while, yeah?” Aether spoke gently, looking up at Kinich with his big, irresistible, amber eyes.

Paimon snorted, “heh, Aether, you should take your own advice sometimes.” Aether shot her a glare, but knew she was right. Kinich smirked, but said nothing. 

This was progress at least. 

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It’s on ao3 too if that’s your thing :)…

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63971227

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A Life of Our Own

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pairing: knight!patrick x princess!reader

word count: 5k

warnings: smut, p in v, mentions of god and oppressive societal structures, fem!reader

a/n: long awaited part 3 (“official” final part) of the knight patrick au!! I’ve literally been writing and rewriting this for over a month so I feel really accomplished in finishing it. I feel like this mini series has really been a labor of love and is the type of writing I really love doing, so I hope you all love it!! (Also I’ll openly admit, this was very hastily proofread so there’s a chance there’s mistakes and whatnot)

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After that night, you and Patrick became inseparable. Of course, he was meant to follow you at all times, so by order, you were inseparable, but you both made certain to take full advantage of that. You spent days in the garden chatting away as he tried to stand stoic, obeying his orders but ultimately failing when you would place a woven flower crown onto his head or flick water from the fountain onto him. And there was many a night where he would sneak into your chambers when the rest of the castle wasn’t listening, sometimes to fuck, sometimes to talk into the wee hours of the night, and other times to just to be held. Your attraction was more than just sexual or lustful or something simple of that nature. You were in love.

On a particularly cool night in the castle, in which you and Patrick found yourselves wrapped in each other’s embrace in your bed, a plan was hatched.

"I wish we could be married..." you muse mindlessly as you trace the toned muscles on his bicep.

"Why can't we," he asks softly, turning towards you just a bit more to gauge your reaction. The smile painting his face is boyish and charming, purposely oblivious to the great divide between the two of you.

"Patrick... you know why," you sigh sorrowfully. He sees in your eyes that you long to be his in every sense of the word, in the eyes of the law and the kingdom and God. He frowns, then.

Letting out a thoughtful hum, Patrick thinks. "What if I were to speak to your father...?"

"My father? He would never allow it... he'd find it... preposterous. He'd likely banish you even for thinking it." You thought for a moment, the silence between the two of you tense, but not uncomfortable. “Perhaps,” you faltered for a moment, “we could run away..." Slowly, you move to lock your gaze on him, hope dancing behind your irises.

He smiles, but it feels as if his warmth is masking a sort of grimace. “I couldn’t ask that of you. To leave your life, your world, behind all for me. I would never think to take you away from your life here.” It was simple, straightforward, almost even cold, but he was honest.

“What life can I have if I must love you in secret?” Your response was so plain yet so true. “Patrick, my life is yours. My life is in your hands here, why should that change anywhere else? I am already stifled in my station here as a woman and, at the same time, unfairly lauded for the circumstantial chance I was born into. With you I am equal. In you I find my freedom, my salvation, my devotion. You would not be taking me away from anything here, but instead offering me the life I truly desire.” He sat momentarily in awe, chest pounding as your words lingered in his head. You two had exchanged many a sweet nothing, but these were no longer sweet nothings. These were sacred vows.

Continuing, you sat up, taking his hands in yours to ground yourself as well as find your strength in being together with him. “It would not be a sin, a crime, none of it would be a fault. To love as we do, how we do, that is the holiest thing, is it not?” You searched his face for an answer, longing to hear him relent and give in. The way his eyes scanned your features, a deep line growing between his brows as he was deep in thought, left you feeling bare in a way you’d never felt before. This was how he was, he could see you, all of you, through the layers of petticoats and lavish fabrics, he could see through the makeup and intricately done hair. And you wanted nothing more than to feel seen like that for the rest of eternity. His eyes flitted away quickly, as if he could no longer bear to face his feelings so boldly as you did.

With a shaky sigh, his eyes returned to yours, softening. “It is…” he affirmed. “You are the holiest thing, my dear.” A gleeful smile spread across your features and you leaned in, kissing him gently on the cheek. Your hands roamed his body, his face, through his hair. It is like you were trying to trace his form, memorize it (as if you hadn’t already done so long ago) and prove to yourself that this was real.

“When shall we leave,” you asked in a hushed voice, eager to begin your life -a real life- with him as soon as possible.

“Is tomorrow night too soon,” he returns, his desire to be your husband just as strong as yours to be his wife. Every second you two are just another secret in the palace walls breaks him. He wants to give you more, even if that means leaving the world you have always known behind.

“I would leave this minute if we could,” you whisper, close enough now that you can feel his warm breath dancing along your skin.

“I will fetch my steed tomorrow and tie him up around the back of the castle. By nightfall, once everyone has gone to sleep, we can take our leave.” He pauses, a look of fear crossing his features, but it appears to be mixed with something much warmer… enthusiasm perhaps? “A friend of mine lives in the neighboring town and we can sleep in his cottage for the night,” he continues. “We should be gone by sunrise, though. The moment they find you missing they will be searching all surrounding areas, and we don’t want to be found, do we?”

“No,” you shake your head.

He looks away from you yet again, the same conflicted look washing over him. “Please,” he begins, stopping again to catch his breath, though he has hardly spoken enough to be breathless. “Please, if you change your mind, do not hesitate to tell me, darling. Once we are gone we cannot return, but if you call it off I will obey your wish.” It is clear he is ridden with guilt, feeling as if he has made up your mind for you; as if he is some venomous force pulling you from your true life.

“I won’t change my mind, Patrick, I assure you.” Your hand traces his face, following his cheekbones down to his jaw. “I wish to spend the rest of my life with you… I cannot dream of calling that off.” Gently, your thumb brushes over his lower lip, a bit chapped from the cool temperature, but yours nonetheless. “I only ask, if I leave behind the crown, will I still be your princess?” Your eyes meet his, wide and pleading.

“Always, my princess. Always.”

The two of you fall asleep in each other's arms, Patrick waking up early in the morning to take his position again at your door like always. When you woke, you felt a nervous pit in your stomach. To think that this would be your last day in the palace you had spent your entire life in, grown up in, stirred an unexpected fear in you facing the reality of the secret promise you and Patrick had made. Those same walls that raised you, though, consumed you, leaving you powerless, unknowing, and trapped. You reminded yourself that while the palace had offered you warmth through your nurse, your ladies in waiting, and of course Patrick, it also represented an institution that would never see you win. Already, you had heard talks from the King and Queen of marrying you off to the warring kingdom’s young, arrogant prince, and the thought was sickening. You knew you were not a political pawn, not a mere princess, but a woman, a human, flesh and blood, a beating heart that held more power than any monarch. And you knew above all that Sir Patrick, your knight in shining armor, saw all of that and more in you.

The day passed with menial succession, similar to most of your days. Patrick followed closely, as usual, though the air between the two of you felt tense –not with any sort of malice, but with a mutual concern for the risk you two were soon to take. “M’lady, if I may,” he begins, pulling your focus from the book you held. Truthfully, the words in the book passed you by, your thoughts too crowded to focus on the pages. Upon your attention, he continued cautiously. “Should something,” he paused again, regaining his composure, “should something go wrong… can you promise me you will allow me to take the blame? If we are found out–”

Not wanting to hear any more, you interrupted, bringing your soft hands to cup his stubley face. “We won’t be. We’re careful, we’ve thought it out… Please, have faith, and put these worries aside. I shan’t leave you, even if the worst may come.” Your fingers played with the curls at the nape of his neck as you offered him the softest gaze imaginable, like a warm sheet of silk or cashmere washing over him.

“Of course, my love.” He brings a chaste kiss to your lips, speaking yet again in defense of his concern. “I only want what’s best for you…” The words rolled off his tongue quietly, as if it was a secret. As if he had not already devoted his post, his life, to protecting yours.

At nightfall, while you ate supper, Patrick excused himself to ready his horse for your departure. You found great difficulty in smiling and feigning merriment at a grand dining table surrounded by those who had kept you in your gilded cage. More upsetting, those who would shrink and take disgust in the love you share with a humble night. As if nobility and royalty are so distinct anyways. It is all a joke like those told by a court jester, though, in this instance you felt like the court jester and the audience wasn’t laughing. Patiently, you waited until the table had cleared, save your parents, the King and Queen.

“Dearest, is something wrong,” the rich voice of your mother calls from across the table. Panic rushes through every fiber of your being, afraid you have been much too obvious with your disdain for your present situation. As you were trained to do, though, you conduct yourself calmly and cautiously, as though your heart were not pounding at the seemingly simple question.

“Only tired, Mother,” you assure with a calculated smile, just sweet enough but clearly forced in an attempt to back up your claims of tiredness.

“Why? You can rest easy now that we have appointed Sir Patrick as your knight. Of course, you could rest easier if you were to be wed, as that is the greatest security a woman can have. And if you married we could dismiss Sir Patrick back to his original post.” Your father’s booming voice yet again reminded you why your only option was to escape. Even Patrick being your personal knight was meant to be temporary, and how could you go on if you lost him in your life for good. Would you be doomed to stealing glances and chance encounters like that of your first? It was not worth thinking of. You shouldn’t even consider it, because you knew tonight would change everything. Or, God rest your soul, you hoped.

Cutting your father off (you had tuned out his ramblings long ago), you stood. “Might I be excused? I’d like to adjourn to bed if it is agreeable.” You could take no more of the royal foolishness. Thankfully, you were dismissed, allowing you to return to the safe haven of your room. As you sped through the hall, you lost your footing when a hand reached out from an alcove, grabbing your wrist and pulling you in. Before you could react, Patrick clasped a hand over your mouth, smiling down at you and bringing a finger up to his mouth in a shushing motion.

“It’s only me, my love,” he whispers softly, tenderly. In the low light of the candles illuminating the hall, he looks breathtaking. Bathed in hues of gold and orange, the shadowy contours of his face are only further deepened, emphasizing his angular features in a way more romantic, you think, than even the finest poets could describe. “The servants won’t retire until roughly midnight, maybe later, but they linger about, so we need to be sure they see you enter your chambers before we take our leave.” You nod, understanding and appreciating the caution he has taken to ensure your safe passage.

As he guides you to your chambers, a strong hand subtly held on the small of your back, you think of just how close to freedom you truly are. How soon enough, you and Patrick could truly live and love freely. How you could have a chance at a real future together; marriage; children. Your nerves were shot, both excitement and fear thrumming through your entire body in a way that was hard to contain. When you reached your room, Patrick took his post outside your door, nodding in quiet reassurance. Inside, however, alone with your thoughts, you felt like a mad woman.

It was impossible to rest, let alone sleep for the few hours before you would take your leave. All you could manage was pacing your room, back and forth, endlessly. You felt consumed by your overwhelming love for the man right outside your door, but equally consumed by woe and anxieties that rolled and swelled like waves through your mind. Selfishly, your fear that a terrible fate would befall Patrick outweighed your fear of God. After all, sin was the last thing you were concerned with anymore. Busying your mind to distract from your nerves, you decided to try to memorize every detail of your room, the room you had lived in your entire life. As you looked to the walls, the windows, the patterns of the window panes, you realized that the room had never truly felt alive until you let Patrick into it. Before, the moonlight felt cold, like a distant observer of your solitude, but now the moon reminded you of him. That first night in your room, where the blue-ish light shone down through the glass and onto him, was the first time it felt warm, as light is supposed to feel. It was then you realized that you would not miss the room at all, though it brought you many great memories, as a room full of love is still only a room, but the love inside transcends.

Before long, you had calmed yourself enough to drift off, if only for a couple hours. The feeling of warmth against your skin caused you to stir, realizing that Patrick was at your bedside calling softly to you. “Princess, it is time,” his voice was hushed but excitement clearly rang through in his tone. You followed him, grabbing the satchel you had packed a few garments (and your circlet, figuring you could sell it) in. Without any light, the two of you crept out of your room and through the dark corridors of the palace, finally reaching the back stables where his horse waited readily.

Patrick was sure to help you up onto the horse. “My apologies that there isn’t more time for introductions. I’m sure you two will become fast friends later.” He mounted the horse, giving him a quick pet before taking hold of the reins and calling out a soft ‘ya’, the steed racing into action upon its cue. You held tightly to him as you watched the castle grow smaller and smaller in the distance, until you could no longer make it out under the cover of darkness. You rode until dawn, thankfully reaching the nearing kingdom’s town and finding Patrick’s companion, Arthur –Art for short, who had previously offered you shelter before daybreak.

“It’s not much, but it can offer you security for the day,” his friend croaked, his voice cold, but kind in an odd sort of way. His cottage in the village was small and a little further from the main town, but that was better under these circumstances. The room you would be in, luckily, did not have any windows but as he said, it was small and simple, though you didn’t mind in the slightest. After a life of luxury, simple was all you truly desired. “I would advise you two get further away as soon as possible, though. Once they realize your gone,” he fixed his gaze on you, “if they haven’t already, this is the next place they’d look after your town.” It didn’t exactly quell your anxieties, but Patrick wrapped an arm around your shoulder, offering you much more comfort than one may think, and you nodded in acknowledgement.

“Thank you,” you spoke gently. “We can never repay the kindness you have shown us, truly.” But his friend only shook his head, chuckling in response.

“Nonsense. I owe my life to your knight, here. ‘Tis the least I could do for you, your majesty.”

Holed up inside the room, now, you and Patrick could finally relax, at least to some degree. He sighed heavily as he sat on the end of the bed, leaning hunched over his knees in exhaustion. You were so grateful to him. He had borne the brunt of the hardship that came with this plan, leading strong and unwavering to help reassure you, but you could see now in his physicality just how scared he was too. Crawling behind him on the bed, you massaged his shoulders tenderly, longing to be his relief.

“You don’t have to do that…” he murmurs quietly. “You’ve hardly slept at all.”

“You haven’t slept at all,” you remind him. He doesn’t say another word, but from the way he allows his tense, muscular shoulders to relax with your touch, you could tell he had relented.

The two of you slept through a majority of the day, the lack of windows certainly helping, before rising when called by Art. “The coast is clear. Some knights came into town asking questions but to my knowledge they have no leads and think you were both taken by rivals,” he reported, straight to the point. It was a relief to hear that they had no real idea where you had gone. “I suggest you two get going then,” he urged, fixing a pointed eye on Patrick. Patrick agreed, of course, thanking his friend several times over and insisting he would repay him someday.

Within the following night and into the day, we had made it further, to a point that we didn’t have to fear suspicion. It’s not like news ever reached these far off forest villages, anyways. After a few days of travel, the two of you seeking sanctuary in a local cathedral in your current town, you elected to marry. A priest did so, his witness one of the nuns. Patrick was clad in his finest tunic (which, truly speaking needed restitching in certain places) and pants, while you wore your white, velvet gown (notably, the only full gown you had packed, packing chemises and underdresses the rest of the way for their ease and lighter storage). The vows, though traditional, were beautiful and the two of you could not have been happier than when you were finally, really permitted to kiss under the eyes of God.

On the move again, you and Patrick finally reached your destination, a stout little cottage tucked away deep into the woods hundreds of miles from your kingdom. “My mother’s cousin lived here,” Patrick explains. The two of you observe the ivy grown walls and the foggy, circular windows. “He’ll either be home, or he’s died.” Though morbid, you understood, the plague claiming many lives over the years. To neither of your surprise really, the door opens easily and the home appears long abandoned. You enter, taking in the dusty interior. It’s quaint in a comfortable way. Patrick turns to you after setting down the few things you had brought, an unfamiliar look on his face. “Can you be happy here,” he asked plainly, eyes hopeful but a wash of embarrassment apparent in his voice.

Your brows knitted together. “My dearest,” you utter, coming closer and resting your arms around his shoulders as you look into his eyes. “Wherever you are is where I am happiest. And I know here we can share a long, beautiful life.” You brought a hand up to cup his face, rubbing your thumb along his jaw, the familiar scratch of his stubble playing against your fingertips. You lean in, slightly tip toed, kissing him sweetly. When you pull away, you fix your gaze on him again, humming as you think. “We are free from the confines of the palace walls. Please, do not put up walls now in the name of ‘protecting me’.” He sighs, leaning his forehead against you as if he were trying to melt into you.

“Okay…” he whispers softly.

After resting, working to clean up the place, and making it more of a real home, you and Patrick are finally able to settle into your new life. He travels into the village, not far from the cottage, some days to sell things, some days to buy things. Together, you start a garden, something you had always wanted to do, though your family would not let you at the castle. You find peace in wearing less opulent, constricting clothing, enjoying the freedom lighter fabrics and less layers offer. But what you enjoy the most is waking up next to Patrick every morning, seeing him finally in the morning sunlight, as opposed to the secretive moonlight.

“Mmph… ‘morning,” he mumbles as he rolls over, slinging an arm around you. He pulls you in closer to him, his bare chest warm like a furnace as you nuzzle against him. You pepper chaste kisses along his jaw, trying to wake him up a bit more. Though he once followed the rigid regimen of the King’s guard, rising early and resting late, he now reverted to his nature, able to sleep deep into the afternoon.

“I had the most wonderful dream…” you spoke, carding your fingers through his curls and tracing along the winding patterns they made. When he hummed in acknowledgment, eyes flitting open (though still hanging heavy), you continued. “We were in the garden, just out back, and we had children. Children, Pat!” You sat up slightly. “A little girl, with dark curly hair like yours was running around picking daisies,” you gushed, not realizing how thrilling an idea it truly was until you divulged. “And we had a son, too. He looked to be older than our girl, only by a little bit though. His eyes were just like yours and his freckles too.”

“Imagine that…” he commented, sitting up a bit to match you. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawning before turning to face you. “Is that something you want? Children, I mean?” You blushed at that, a grin you couldn’t hide making its way onto your face without even trying. You nodded then, enthusiasm clearly apparent. “Well what are we waiting for,” a smirk grew on his face as he turned to you.

Patrick rolls over so that he is now on top of you, placing sloppy kisses all over your face. “I love you, my angel,” he mumbles against the skin of your ear as he nibbles at it lightly. He moves his hands to pull your sleeping gown up and over your head, revealing your breasts. Returning to kiss your neck, he palmed at your breasts, adoring the little mewls and breaths you let out. “You’re divine, love. Like some mythic goddess or an angel fallen to our Earth.” You can already feel his hard length straining in his trousers against your leg, reaching a hand down to offer him some relief too.

He sighs, melting against you like wax to your flame. His eyes flutter shut and you take in the details of his face; the way his eyelashes sit heavily like a curtain over his under eyes, his freckles scattered about his face as if God himself had flicked a paintbrush on his skin, the fine little wrinkles in his lips, so memorized in your head that you could likely recognize him from his lips alone. Then, he sat up, untying the drawstring of his trousers and revealing himself to you. The image of his taut abs, winding hairs scattered about and leading down to his hardened member would linger in your mind for the rest of your life, you thought. Though you had his body memorized, every time you saw him you were still in awe of how statuesque he was. No artist could ever truly capture the beauty of your husband.

Climbing back in the sheets, Patrick swirled his fingers gently around your opening, ensuring you were ready for him before moving to line himself up. As he looked down at you, he had never felt more sure of anything in his life. After all the turmoil, anxieties, and fear, he knew together you had made the best decision, the right decision, and hearing you speak so hopefully for your future together only cemented how much he yearned for that. He sheathed himself inside of you slowly, allowing you the time to adjust while you left out quiet gasping breaths. He reached out, cupping your jaw and kissing you deeply, passionately, before slowly rocking his hips. You felt so safe in his arms, so loved, and that was the most alluring feeling you could imagine. Knowing he wanted you, all of you, the good and the bad, for better or worse… it made your heart skip a beat. Even just thinking of how much you loved him, you clenched around him, causing him to groan into your hair.

“You’re too good to be true…” he huffed as his hips quickened in pace. He laid a flattened palm against your lower stomach, pushing ever so slightly while he gave you deeper, longer thrusts. The sounds you were making now were even prettier, leaving him powerless against his desire for you. As his strokes grow rapid, more desperate –messier, even– he brings his face in line with yours, not kissing you just yet but halting so close that you could feel his hot breath against your lips with each exhale. “I love you,” he grunts, he was lost in his motions but his tone remained as meaningful as when he had uttered those same words at the altar when you were wed. Hearing the tenderness, the raw honesty of those three words, you spasmed around him, chest heaving as you reached your high. As he continued thrusting into you, he finally closed the space between you, your lips slotting together like they had been made for each other. You could feel him spilling inside of you, filling you up with his seed exactly as you had desired. He refrained from moving immediately, merely remaining inside of you, motionless, and lazily mouthing at your shoulder. “Finally mine…” you could make out of his mumbling. “My lovely bride… my beautiful wife…” And you just held him.

Five years later…

“Arthur, fetch you sister, dear,” you instructed your son while continuing your stitching. The curly haired boy ran out of the room, returning quickly with your daughter in tow. “Delphine,” you started. “Come here, darling.” She toddled over to you and you held up your cloth work to her little body, trying to gauge if it would fit. “I think that’ll do…” you mumble, more to yourself than to either of them. “Go play, children. Your father should return home soon.” Patrick had taken a job at a stable, caring for the horses and ensuring they were ridden while their owners boarded them. You now spend most of your days tending to the garden, reading, and caring for your children. You were so proud of them. Arthur, named after Patrick’s kindest friend, was brave like Patrick, and Delphine was remarkably intelligent for her age, already doing well with the simple reading lessons you were giving them.

You could hear the whinnying of Patrick’s horse and the cheers from your children outside and knew in an instant that he had returned. Eagerly, you abandoned your work to greet him. Watching him hop off the horse and scoop your children into his arms, you couldn’t help but smile. Walking over to him, you couldn’t help but notice how he needed to shave, his salt and pepper beard actually starting to form a beard, but honestly you didn’t really mind. In tiny little spots, strands of hair had started greying ever so slightly, something you joked was because of the stress of your kids, though in reality they were the best you two could have asked for. “I missed you,” you confessed as he pulled you flush against him in a tight hug.

He laughed at that, handsome smile fully on display. “I only left this morning,” he chimed in response. Your family had set off, trailing inside to start preparing supper. “How are you feeling? How’s the baby?” He came closer to where you rested against the carved wooden table, placing a gentle palm against your stomach, only a small bump thus far.

“I think the sickness has finally passed,” you muse. “I’m feeling good.” You reach up, clutching his jaw then to keep his focus on you. “This is the last one, though,” you insist, playfully but with an undertone of seriousness.

“You say that now…” he replies smoothly.

“Now and forever,” you reaffirm, fixing him with a serious eye.

“Alright. Whatever you desire, my princess, it will be done… Or, I suppose in this case, it won’t be done.” A soft laugh leaves him, like music to your ears. You are glad to hear him laugh, something you didn’t hear from him often when you were still a princess.

“What have I said about calling me that?”

“I told you then and I will tell you now, you will always be my princess, royal or not.”

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PDogg called it -> Jimin's impact on KPop

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credit: Slytherin Jimin on Twitter

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In 2023, right before Jimin's debut solo album was released, BigHit producer PDogg displayed and posted a comment that has been lingering in my mind since I heard about it.

The image is from PDogg's Instagram Story - March 14, 2023 - that started by announcing the coming of Jimin's 1st pre-release song, Set Me Free, Part2, from his 1st solo album then ended by foretelling what he felt was about to come, once the album was released.

I continually wondered since then what PDogg saw, heard, and experienced with Jimin that caused him to make such a statement. Even after I heard Jimin's first solo album (FACE), which was undeniably vulnerable and exceptionally good, especially for a debut album that Jimin participated in writing, composing and producing, I still wondered why PDogg made such a bold prediction about Jimin and his work. PDogg has been around for a long while and has seen successful albums before. He has been responsible for a large number of BTS's impactful and triumphant songs and albums. Yet Jimin's solo music is what inspired his declaration.

Once Jimin became the first Korean soloist ever to debut #1 on Billboard's Hot100 chart (2nd Asian soloist in 62 years), I wondered if that was what PDogg meant. It was a huge, unique accomplishment that no one (except maybe PDogg) expected. Ok. That sort of made sense. It still didn't quite fit the extent of the comment to me, but it was a reasonable consideration. However, the achievements for FACE and his single, Like Crazy, kept coming, in spite of the many obstacles in its way. I considered if maybe these were also part of PDogg's thoughts. Still, it didn't quite fully satisfy my questioning.

PDogg obviously had a fuller view of the bigger picture than we did at that point, considering that his statement was made before the public even knew there was a 2nd album of revelation to come. Finally, while Jimin was then away serving in the military, with NO opportunity to promote in person, his 2nd co-written, co-produced, co-composed solo album (MUSE) was released. PDogg knew that the 2 shorter EP's were actually supposed to have been combined to be released as 1 longer LP, but plans changed.

With this 2nd album, in addition to being the first soloist to win a daesang (grand prize) at MAMA in a decade and the first soloist to win that particular daesang at all, Jimin made and broke all kinds of records all over the world and achieved many other accomplishments with MUSE and his single, Who. He eventually broke a 12-year record of having the longest charting KPop song on the Hot100 chart in history, surpassing his own group at the very top.

AAAaaaah! What PDogg meant finally hit me. I finally understood.

If you don't recall PDogg's prediction, it translated to the fact that he felt Jimin would "end" KPop.

I can only imagine the comments and thoughts that are being formed in some minds to diminish or refute this sentiment, but they don't matter. I didn't say it. Jimin didn't say it. An experienced, successful producer, who worked directly with Jimin to create the work, said it. You don't have to like or even agree with it, but from his experience and instinct, PDogg knew Jimin had created something that would make an impact on KPop. Considering the many awards & chart placements, as well as the decades-long records Jimin has broken while being underpromoted and/or absent, I would say PDogg's statement was accurate.

However you interpret the word "end", Jimin did, in fact, fundamentally change something within KPop with his work and with the extent and circumstances of his success, in spite of everything.  It is likely that some of Jimin’s effects on KPop are presently unseen but are still yet to come. Time will tell.

Regardless of any comments or thoughts or future achievements, Jimin's debut accomplishments remain, and many will remain forever in the history books because no one can beat the first.

Congratulations to Jimin. Thank you to Jimin's fans, who persevered through it all, and much gratitude to general listeners. Together, you helped Jimin "end KPop" with a flair.

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Credit: hitmin_13

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Ch 1-The Hiding Place

Pairings ➧ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ!ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴄʜᴜʙʙʏ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Summary ➧ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴇɴ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴀᴠᴏɪᴅᴀʙʟᴇ. ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜰᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Trigger Warnings ➧ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ.

Word Count ➧3.3ᴋ

Taglist ➧@lady-of-blossoms (ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴍᴋ❣︎)

You sat up suddenly in a cold sweat as your alarm you'd set the night before rang out in your room. You had a death grip on your tank top as your chest heaved up and down. You tried to catch your breath as you ran your hand over your face; memories from the past always seemed to turn into nightmares. You let out a shaky breath as you reached over to turn your alarm off. You looked at the little white numbers on your screen that read seven-thirty.

You had to be at work in forty minutes which usually gave you plenty of time to take a shower, get dressed, and do a few small chores before you left for your shift. You co-owned a library cafe with one of your best friends; you and Emi had met five years ago when you worked at a popular bakery in town. You both were the youngest workers at the shop and soon you became inseparable. After years of working together you both decide to go out on your own and create your own little world. Now at the age of twenty-five you both were happy with the little space you called The Hiding Place.

It was a place for anyone and everyone to grab a coffee or a bite to eat while being able to enjoy the variety of books in the small library that also occupied the space. It was a safe haven for you and Emi and you were happy you had customers who felt the same way. After nightmares like that it was hard for you to even go to the place you loved so much; but if there was anyone that could calm you down it was going to be Emi. Begrudgingly you climbed out of bed and made your way into your bathroom.

The contrast between the cold hardwood floor to the cold tile in your bathroom seemed to cool you off little by little after your dream. You looked at your appearance in the mirror and sighed at the bags under your eyes; you knew the lack of sleep you got would catch up later during your shift. The many benefits of running a business that ran on caffeine and books. You turned the faucet in your shower on as you started to strip the black tank top and grey shorts you wore to bed last night into a basket in the corner of the bathroom. You opened the shower door and slide inside, sighing as the warm water fell down against your skin.

You closed your eyes and tried to enjoy the shower but soon thought back to your dream and how their laughter still haunts you; this was going to be a long day. You washed up and talked yourself into trading the warmth of the shower for the chilly air that would hit your exposed skin once you were out. You wrapped a towel around you and checked the time to see that you had spent way longer in the shower than you had intended and now you only had ten minutes to finish getting ready. You quickly went into your room and grabbed a plain black t-shirt and a pair of jean you swore no matter how many times you washed them would always have food coloring staining the fabric. You were walking out the door with five minutes left till you had to be at work and even if the stop lights were on your side with no traffic you'd still be late.

You knew Emi would understand your tardiness once you explained it to her but you still prided yourself on being on time. You pulled into the parking lot ten whole minutes after you were suppose to be there and you raced inside after you grabbed your bag, locking your car on the way in.

"I'm so sorry I'm late Emi." You huff out as the shop door closed behind you. "I don't know what's gotten into me." You walk around the counter and place your bag under the register in a safe place.

"Are you okay?" Emi asked warily and you nodded your head.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just had those stupid dreams again." You say as you walk over to an old coat rack you and Emi thrifted when the cafe first opened to hang your apron on. You grabbed your favorite apron, an aqua blue apron with little panda bears eating bamboo all over it, off one of the hooks and wrap it around your waist.

Emi raises a cup of coffee she always made for you and her every morning; you wrapped your hand around the warm cup and took a sip. You looked over to see the look on her face; she was worried about you and you hated that you made her feel that way. It had been ten years since you went through the struggles of high school. For the most part it was a memory you left behind but there were times that those memories creeped back in the form of nightmares. Ones that caused you to wake up in a cold sweat and made even your innermost precious memories seem out of reach.

"I just feel so stupid letting those memories still effect me like they do." You softly say as you put your coffee down on the counter.

"Hey, you're a different person now. Don't be mad at your younger self, you were a child. You need to forgive yourself." She said as she rubbed your shoulders.

"You're starting to sound just like Kento." You teased.

"He is my fianc��, it's hard not to pick up on his quirky mannerism." She said as you both laughed thinking of all the things that make up Nanami Kento.

You feel like it was yesterday when the two of them met for the first time. You both were twenty-one at the time and Kento had just turned twenty-four the day before; after a night of drinking he always came to the bakery you had recently started working at for you to fix his favorite treat to cure his hang over. He mentioned he would be stopping by the bakery with a friend for lunch. You remember the fit you threw when Kento failed to mention the so called friend was none other than Satoru Gojo. He had mentioned that Satoru and him got hired around the same time after high school and they had worked together closely since then.

Although you and Kento were still as close as you were back in high school you felt almost betrayed that he wouldn't give you a heads up that Satoru would be accompanying him. Especially with the past you and Satoru shared. You waved goodbye to Kento and subtly flipped Satoru off once they made their purchases and left to get back to their office jobs because of course the universe had them working at the same company. There was no doubt the two become friends with all the late nights spent at the office trying to catch up on work. You wiped down the counter as Emi stared out the door they had both left out of just a few minutes earlier.

"Who was that?" Emi asked and you rolled your eyes.

"That's my best friend Kento and his annoying pet Gojo."

"He's cute." She said as she leaned against the counter. Your face twisted in disgust knowing she was talking about Satoru.

"Don't even waste your time because he's surprisingly taken. Even vermin like him can find someone who wants to marry them." You say as you continue to clean.

"Doesn't mean I can't look. He looks good in those glasses. I wonder what color his eyes are." She sighed as if she was day dreaming about what their life would be like together. You stopped in your tracks and looked over at her.

Glasses? Kento was the only one that wore glasses consistently and you teased him relentlessly when you saw him wear prescription glasses for the first time. He swore he had good eyesight but it was a lie he told himself especially with the amount of times you witnessed him squint when trying to see anything was astonishing. It was so bad you wondered if he ever had good eye sight. Satoru still wore those same black round glasses that he did back in high school but you didn't recall him wearing them today. So that must mean that...oh. Oh.

"What?" She said as your suddenly halt in your task caught her attention.

"Wait you think the blonde is cute? Not the annoying snow cone?" You questioned and she raised her eyes brow with a slow nod. You felt your soul return to your body as you made an expression that could only be compared to a villain's plan falling into place.

"The blonde one is Kento. He's my friend and he's very single." You say as you see a gleam in her eye. That was almost four years ago and now you sat with her during the times the cafe wasn't busy planning details of their wedding.

Emi walks over and flips the sigh from closed to open once you reassure her you're okay. The first hour like always was pretty steady with customers coming in to get their usual orders of coffee and breakfast so they could head to work. The next few hours after the breakfast rush were quiet aside from the few elderly regulars that like to grab the daily newspaper or a novel and sit near the windows looking out at the busy city and sip on the coffee. Emi had finally decided after going back and forth for months that she wanted to have the wedding during the fall. Kento being the supportive person he was left details like that to Emi because he wanted her to be happy and he didn't care when or where the wedding was as long as he got to marry her.

She looked on her laptop to schedule a photographer to take a few pictures to put on the wedding invites. You recommended a friend of your mothers that you swore was a wizard when it came to photoshop. You both laughed about the time you were able to convince them to photoshop family photos and replace them around the house. Your mother was shocked she had walked by the altered photos for months before she realized your sibling was missing from a photo she could've sworn they were there for. While Emi checked out their portfolio they had online you worked on a display case near one of the windows by the front door to the shop. You had gotten the bright idea to make different pastries that coincided with different books in your shop.

Want to read a fantasy book about a talking dragon that helps the heroine achieve her dream? Try a strawberries short cake and it will make you feel like you're in chapter thirteen where she tries the pastry for the first time. Want to read a frightful tale about a ghost that takes different forms and haunts everyone in a small town where bodies seem to be turning up left and right? Try the red lava cake that oozes red chocolate that will remind you of how the authorities found the sweet old lady's body in chapter twenty when they finally figured out who the killer could be. You hear the door open to the shop, you look up, and smile as the bell rung out though the store to welcome the next customer. You realize it was Kento and wipe your hands on your apron and walk over to greet him.

"Hey Kento. I didn't realize you would be stopping by today." You say as you lean against the cart with different books and pastries placed neatly in the order you wanted them to go out on the shelf. Nanami's eyes traveled immediately to the kikufuku bunched up on a white plate. He cocked his eyebrow and looked back at you as if to question why you still made them which only caused you to roll your eyes.

"Oh shut up, you know they are our best sellers. I make them for our customers and that's it." You say as you try and hide the way you shift your weight between one foot to the other.

You still hated those people that left you broken in high school but that didn't mean you forgot about small details like what his favorite food was, the way those aqua blue eyes looked at you, and the way words rolled off his tongue. Stop that, you scolded yourself. You hated them, especially him. Emi suddenly came out from the back and cheerfully ran up to Kento and hugged him. He spun her around and kissed her softly on the lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

You wanted to vomit at their affection but knew you couldn't blame anyone else but yourself for getting them together. Despite them being together for so long you remember teasing Kento when he talked about proposing to her. He had sworn back in high school he would never get married because he was too career driven but all that was over the moment he realized he loved Emi. The proposal happened about four months ago and despite being excited neither Emi or Kento had the time to talk about planning things. That's when you offered to help as much as you could with wedding arrangements and it was no surprise when Emi asked you to be her maid of honor; it didn't stop you from crying and accepting immediately of course.

"I didn't think you'd stop by for lunch today. I thought you were busy with office work?" Emi said as he set her down.

"I needed a breath of fresh air. A mountain of work combined with Satoru's annoying whining in my ear twenty four seven I had to do something or I'd use him as target practice." Kento teased as he leaned down to kiss her nose.

"I just made a pot of pork loin stew. Did you want some while you worked?" Emi asked and Kento quickly nodded his head.

Emi walked to the back to prepare his bowl while Nanami walked to the nearest table and set his briefcase down and began to pull out documents and his laptop.

"You could bring Satoru by and I can ambush him with a rolling pin if you'd like." You joke and smile at the thought of it.

"If only. However, I'm going to need him for the next several months." He said as he clicked on an excel file that seemed to be half way filled out already.

"Do you two have some big project you're working on? No wonder you seem grumpier than usual." You tease and you see him roll his eyes behind his tinted glasses.

"Yes and no. Projects with him usually fall on me especially when we get a new intern. While he's busy telling them his lame pick up lines I'm working my ass off to make sure I get home to Emi on time. You know how much I hate overtime. I swear he's only gotten worse since the divorce." He said as his fingertips moved against the keyboard with precision.

"Well if he isn't much help in the office what do you need him so badly for?" You say as you turn back to your cart trying to make sure everything was still where it needed to be.

"Gojo's been on my ass lately about being more productive when it comes to planning the wedding. No matter how many times I tell him how detail oriented Emi is and how I'd rather leave most of the planning to her unless she ask for my help he insist I do more. He's offered to help but I know that bastards only going to go MIA as soon as I really need him." Kento huffs out.

"Why does it matter if he helps or not. It's not like he's in the wedding." You say absentmindedly as you pick up two novels looking them over.

By then Emi had come out of the kitchen with a big bowl of the soup she made for Kento and caught the end of the conversation. She set the bowl to the side making sure nothing could get on his paperwork or his laptop then placing the spoon inside the bowl.

"Oh you didn't know?" Emi said as she wiped her hands on her apron. "He's going to be the best man." She said as she looked between you and Kento.

You felt your eye twitched as you looked back at Kento who looked at you wide eyed and scratched nervously at the nape of his neck.

"Um, Kento," You pause a moment as you set down the novels that you had in your hands. "Satoru Gojo is going to be your best man?" You asked.

Not many things made Kento nervous but you and Emi being angry? Now that was the exception.

"So I've been your best friend for how long? I even introduced you to your soon to be wife and you betray me like this?" You say as you cock your head to the side.

"Kento seriously?" Emi sighed and shook her head.

"You won't even have to see him that much." He said and you thought about throwing the books at him but you knew they didn't deserve that.

"He's in the wedding party Kento. I'll have to spend a lot of time with him. Especially if he's going to help with wedding planning." You said thought gritted teeth.

"I figured it would be okay. I mean it's been a decade since we were in high school and you seemed like you had finally moved on. You've come a long way." He said which caused you to unclench your jaw.

You knew if Kento had known what was going to happen that day he never would've opened his mouth to talk to Satoru.

"You're right," You say as you close your eyes and run your hand over your face. "It's not like I haven't been around him since high school. I'm more than capable of punching him in the mouth if I need to." You say as Emi gives you a sympathetic look knowing the longest you had been around Satoru was at max an hour with other people keeping him preoccupied for most of it.

This was new territory you'd being going into. You can't remember the last time you had a civil conversation with him and yet over the several months you two were going to be in a wedding that meant the world to you. You took a minute and took a deep breath before letting it exhale from your lungs.

"I'm sorry. This is your wedding day and I love you both dearly. I have to put my feelings for Gojo aside and make sure this is the wedding of your dreams." You smile at both of them.

They both visibly relax and Emi brings you in for a hug as she wraps her arms around you.

"Shit. I thought you were going to rip off my head for a minute." Kento said flatly as he resumed typing away on his laptop.

"You better be glad I love your fiancée a little more or I would've killed you." You tease as Emi giggles. Kento shook his head too focused on his work to bother to answer.

Shortly after the lunch rush came in along with the local college kids coming to have their usual study groups you knew you and Emi would be busy from now until closing which you were thankful for. Keeping busy kept your mind off the expending doom that was Satoru Gojo.

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2025 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀɴɪᴀᴄ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜꜱʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴊᴇʟʟʏꜰɪꜱʜ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛ

[gatorbites-imagines]

So, @spurionage and I were talking vampire variants of mark, so I've been spending all day making bad drawings on my dying ipad. Enjoy, or something.

May I introduce, Vampyre Mark. (Info and drawing dump under the cut), and yeah, he's joining the petvincible squad

So, Vampyre Mark, he wasn't turned but was born like this. If he started out human and became a vampire with age, or what, I haven't decided.

He's more based off of a monster-ish vampire. Think the old-school kind that had all sharp teeth and would drink blood from people's torsos. He also has multiple abilities like shapeshifting, thought detection, teleportation, mind control, etc etc. he isn't comfortable using many of these abilities though.

As a shapeshifter and high ranked vampire, he is able to walk in sunlight, but he overheats easily.

I haven't decided if he actually goes by invincible or something else, like eternal, if he's been around for a longer time.

Follows the rule of "if you don't destroy the body completely, it comes back" that both vampires and viltrumites follow.

His viltrumite genetics bonded with the vampire ones and just upgraded him pretty much.

His eyes don't reflect light, which is the easiest way to spot a vampire in his day and age. He can live on more than just blood, but blood and raw meat is a real treat. He doesn't like eating people, but he's done so before.

His moral compass is also pretty iffy, cuz his ability to read minds means he can see just how corrupt some people are, or it's more like their evil is projected so loudly at him that he can't ignore it, and at that point he feels he's actually helping the world by killing them. And it would be a waste if he didn't eat them, you know?

He tends to slick his hair back more than other marks, and he has paler skin, though it becomes a lot paler when he's out as his hero-sona. He also has more prominent cheekbones and wears gloves most of the time. And as a vampire he doesn't just have sharp fangs, instead all his teeth are sharp, though some are longer than others.

His vampire features start showing when he fights and he can't suppress it anymore

And he has multiple forms he takes when he's out as invincible (or whatever name he uses). One is a more hero looking form, where the eyes follow the spiderman rule, so they move depending on his expression

And the other is a more shadowy shapeless being that he's actually more comfortable in, but it makes everyone else uncomfortable because its uncanny in the way that he doesn't move like a physical living being

And no, he isn't weak to things like garlic, mirrors or silver, or crosses. But he plays along to some of it, just to make the GDA and people think they have the upper hand and feel safe.

[neomujinjja]

Royal Yunho Headcanons

Pairing: Royal Yunho x Royal Reader

Genre: headcanon, royal au

Warnings: none i believe

Note: this is in connection to my other yunho post – Getting the inside scoop

your relationship with yunho happens very organically(?). It's not a hidden fact that your parents arranged your guys' marriage. But they didn't want it to an entirly baseless relationship with no feelings. So they made sure that you and Yunho spent time around each other in childhood. And while the two of you knew the true nature of how your relationship would end up, there was never any pressure put on the two of you to perfectly get along. But either way a friendship was fostered between the two of you, both of you inseperatable from a young age.

You gained feelings for the boy somewhere around your tweens. Purberty hit and suddenly your best friend was gaining height on you and becoming attractive to you. It was a little awkward as you tried to pretend to have the exact same friendship as before. But you couldnt help the giddy feeling that Yunho caused you, making it difficult to hide from those around the two of you.

But you weren't long the only one wishing for a more romantic connection between the two of you. It's very sudden for Yunho. What started as a normal day of volunteering became the day he recongized that you were no longer just his best friend. You weren't doing anything different than usual but Yunho just has this moment where he's viewing you in a different light.

The two of you dance around each other's feelings. Effectively driving your guys' friends insane. They are tired of having to sit through you guys pining for the other. And your best friend, San, is fend up and decides to put an end to this. San reminds you guys that you're essentially engaged to be married, and one moment of awkwardness is better than dealing with it for an lifetime. All without revealing anybody's feelings toward the other.

yunho & y/n in sync: we should talk/i need to tell you something important yunho (ever the gentleman): you go first y/n: i like you yunho: ... i'm sorry, could you repeat that? y/n: i like you..? yunho: that's what i thought you said 😅

Your confession pretty much breaks Yunho and his mind. You're left confused & believing that he doesn't feel the same. Yeosang has to put the pieces together for bro. And once it clicks for Yunho, he's on the move. He grabs the first set of keys that he comes across, racing over to the place that you stay. The sun is setting by the time he shows up to your back porch.

yunho yelling at your balcony: Y/N! Y/N (very confused): yunho? what are you doing here? why didn't you come through the front door? Yunho: no time for pleasantries. I Like You Too! No, I think I love you! Y/N: speechless but blushing Yunho continuing: Will You Be My Girlfriend?! Y/N: YES!!

Your parents watch the two of you in amusement, entertained by Yunho's dramatic confession. They later send a video of the ordeal to Yunho's parents. Everytime he gets reminded of it, in the future, Yunho gets a cute & shy smile on his face.

You guys are the living example of 'they fell first, but he fell harder'.

When it gets closer to your guys' wedding, Yunho the romantic strikes again. He ropes San, Yeosang, and Mingi to help prepare a small proposal for you. He has them set up a nice spot in a clearing not far off from a horse trail that you guys frequent. It's a very beautiful moment. Yunho tells you that he wants to take you on a date. Yunho pulls out your horses, and leads you through the snowy trail. Then he stops, grabbing your hand and taking you to the clearing before kneeling before you.

3 months later, you're getting married. It's a private event between you guys, your closest friends and families. The two of you pick out very few photos for the media to use

The honeymoon phase is not a phase for yall. Your friends jokingly complain about how sweet the two of you act with each other.

As I said: Yunho is a romantic. He's bringing you giant bouquets and luxury items just because. He honestly loves to have surprise dates with you. Especially ones where yall can pretend to be normal citizens.

[lunarnightt]

―୨୧⋆˚ He's in love with a single mom :: James Kelly

I never thought someone like you would come into my life. Someone who wouldn't look at me and just see my past—someone who actually saw me for who I am now. But then you showed up.

You walked into the shop needing a tire change, and instead of just standing there awkwardly or giving me the usual polite bullshit, you actually talked to me. Just small talk at first, but damn if that didn’t turn into something more. Before I knew it, we were grabbing lunch at some rundown diner, and then one day, I finally grew a pair and asked you out. Didn't expect you to actually say yes, but hell, you did.

That first date—small Italian joint, nothing fancy—but sitting across from you, watching you talk, laugh… I was gone. Hooked. So, I kissed you. Right there, first date, no hesitation. And it wasn’t just a kiss—it was the kiss. The kind that sticks with you. And from that night on, it was you and me.

You were everything. A single mom busting your ass every damn day while your ex sat on his, doing the bare minimum. But you didn’t let that break you. And your little girl—God, she was something else. Sweet, tough, full of life. Took me a minute, but I grew to love her like my own.

You both became my world. The one thing I’d do anything for. You made me feel like more than just some guy with a record, and I made damn sure to show you what it really meant to be loved. To be protected. That little girl? She latched onto me quick. And I didn’t mind one bit. I’d go to war for the both of you without a second thought.

When I wasn’t working, I was with you. Always. Couldn’t stand being away longer than I had to. Nights like this, lying in bed, my arm wrapped tight around you, your body curled up against mine, breathing steady, peaceful. I just laid there, staring at you—at the way your hair spread out on the pillow, how damn beautiful you looked even in sleep.

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[caffeinatelove]

࿐ ࿔:･ﾟdating reo and nagi

𝐛𝐲𝐫: female reader, polyamory, intended lowercase, includes swearing, possible out of character / mischaracterisation, fluff, very reader-centred and indulgent, suggestive & sexual themes!

getting together wasn’t something any of you had planned.

perhaps you went to hakuho high as well, crossing paths with the two by getting into group projects and sharing bento at lunch. or maybe you were hired as something like a health nutritionalist for blue lock, having to essentially babysit the two when reo would huff about his experienced palate not allowing him to stomach such cheap side dishes and then nagi who would barely eat due to his own exhaustion.

either way, one thing became clear immediately: you had caught their attention.

reo made it obvious from the start. or at least he tried to.

he was charming, confident and somehow always knew what to say. time after time he found ways to be around you. shamelessly complimenting you. shamelessly spoiling you. the mere thought of having two people to pamper and look after had his delusional heart soaring, so he was really doing everything in his power to get you.

truth be told, you were a bit oblivious to his advances. under the impression that reo was just a very charismatic man who had more money than sense. you figured that he acted this way with all of his friends!

but oh, how wrong you were.

nagi, on the other hand, took longer to confront the fact that he might be interested in two people at once. it wasn’t that he didn’t like you, but he just didn’t know what to do with the feeling. and the confusion only intensified once he noticed how worked up reo was getting over you.

liking one person? sure. but two? that was a thought nagi needed to warm up to.

the realisation hit him one day whilst watching you and reo laugh together. something unfamiliar settled in his chest. realising that he didn’t want to indulge in that moment with just reo. but you, too.

it took months of forced proximity, lingering touches and moments where it was clear that the three of you were happiest when together, for nagi to finally accept it.

and by the time you made it official? nothing really changed since the three of you had been each other’s for a long time.

anyways, being in a relationship with the two leaves you showered in affection. because while the boys have their own moments together, their mutual obsession with you is what truly defined the relationship.

nagi is clingy as hell, especially. not in the traditional way because he’s not really whiny or needy about it, but if you’re within reach? trust that you’re getting cuddled like a doll.

the first time it happens you’re really caught off guard. you assume that he’s too engaged with his ps5 to even notice you walking past him, but without looking up, he’ll mumble. "ah, y/n. sit with me."

pleasantly surprised, you move to sit next to your boyfriend on the couch, but that’s when he holds the controller in one hand — grabbing your waist in guidance and pulling you casually onto his lap with the other.

incredibly flustered, you try to balance yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders. "seishirou, i can’t even see the screen–"

he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder, pressing his chest to your own as he continues to play, "just stay. please?"

it doesn’t matter if he’s playing video games and suddenly needs a new form of motivation. or if he’s just doomscrolling on his phone and needs someone to share his love for mindless media consumption with, or even if he’s half asleep in bed and needs a cuddle buddy. if you pass by, he’s tugging you into his lap. as well as claiming that it’s too much effort to sit alone. (somehow)

because that’s just the clingy boy that he is. reo, on the other hand, is definitely more teasing and indulgent.

i feel like he’s big on those sickeningly sweet pet names, and princess is his trademark favourite. sometimes it’ll be innocent, merely calling out to you. sometimes he’ll say it with a smirk, and sometimes it’ll be whispered against your ear to fluster you.

it’s kind of like a secret weapon — he enjoys how you get embarrassed easily. it’s kind of satisfying to see his charm get put to good use, after having to face nagi’s constant nonchalance. which can be a bit of a confidence killer.

and on the note of embarrassed, no matter how much you insist you don’t need something, reo will still find a way to buy you absolutely anything you want. whenever you try to disregard it, it kind of just makes him want to get it for you even more. he loves a good challenge.

"reo, this is way too much. i swear, i’m not spoiled, i don’t need it.” you’ll ramble, unable to tear your eyes away from the price tag on the vivienne westwood purse you initially swooned over.

he’ll snort. "that’s cute, princess. now tell me which colour you like best, just so i can go and buy both anyways."

nagi, who’ll also be chilling during the mini impromptu shopping spree, chimes in, "i think the leather one suits her more."

"great taste, treasure. here, i’ll get someone to ring up both."

your mouth falls slack in a gape of exasperation.

reo has stated that he’s a guy who typically gets what he wants. and what he wants? you. you and nagi, wrapped up in the little world the three of you built together.

you guys barely go out anyways, unless it’s reo dragging you to some new fancy place he wishes to try. it’s pretty fitting since his love language is providing.

"this is way too fancy." you’ll mumble, looking around the luxurious restaurant. from the candlelit dinner to the impeccable view of the city hanging just below you. it was indescribable.

"it’s not often that we get time away from blue lock. besides, you deserve the best." he’ll smile at you, pretty smug as he can tell how enthralled you are by everything.

"mhm. she does." nagi will hum, biting into his wagyu with surprising energy.

reo merely exhales in amusement, turning to face him now, although the adoration in his gaze doesn’t waver, "you just like that i pay for everything."

"mhm. i do." nagi responds, completely unbothered as he shoves another piece into his mouth.

when you’re not going on dates dressed to the nines, though, most of your time together will be spent chilling at home. and in the off chance that they’re free for a whole weekend, you’ll usually wake up completely sandwiched between your two boyfriends.

reo loves spooning you, burying his face into the back of your hair and pressing soft kisses where he can reach. while nagi would be cuddling against you like a koala until his long limbs reach reo, totally trapping you in the middle.

"err, guys, i need to get up." you’ll grumble once the time comes, unable to free yourself from the vice-like hold of two athletes.

"no, you don’t." reo will counter sleepily.

and if anything, you saying that just makes nagi tighten his hold, "mmm. stay.”

domestically wholesome moments like that were truthfully your favourite, and as more time went on, the more they occurred.

upon lounging in his house one day, you noticed that nagi had his own 'pet' cactus, named choki. you asked reo about it, not really expecting your other boyfriend to have anything… live, but once he explained it to you, you thought it was totally adorable. it was surprisingly thriving, too. which showed that that your boyfriend actually did have the willpower to take care of things!

even if a cactus was extremely low maintenance.

you found yourself buying a 'pet' flower of your choice to match. bringing it round to nagi’s house often and watering it next to his, as if it were an actual pet going on a play date. he adored this, and entertained the thought of it completely.

reo, who quickly caught onto the whole thing, also bought a succulent of his own in order to not be left out. it only took a few days of him bragging about how his was the healthiest, until nagi quietly pointed out that his succulent was actually fake.

they totally argued about it, reo growing heated in defence and nagi lazily trying to prove himself right by tugging on one of the succulent leaves. it wouldn’t budge, showing its synthetic material, but reo would just swat his boyfriends hand away, telling him to lay off his child. you watered your flower in the corner, sheepishly humming to yourself.

yeah, your boyfriends were very silly. and you found yourself wanting to repay all the love they’d shown you up until now. one day, whilst shopping alone — because you knew that if you went with your boyfriends it’d be a day to never end — you stumbled upon the cutest sanrio plushes known to man, and you decided to pick one out for both.

you land on grabbing a gudetama plushie for nagi. you think it’s extremely fitting seeing as they’re both severely sleepy creatures. which was mostly the driving force behind choosing it. then, going a bit niche, you decided to get a plushie of tuxedo sam for reo. they both looked put together and very handsome. so you thought: why not?

reo pretended not to fawn over the gesture of you getting him a plushie, and a childish sanrio one at that, but he definitely sleeps with it every night. nagi just straight up uses it as his pillow. unapologetically.

now hear me out i feel like they also have moments where they compete against each other just for fun and just because they can.

like one day, you steal one of reo’s hoodies just to relax in, and he absolutely loves it.

"is that mine? you look so good in it. you know what? keep it, princess." he’ll immediately insist, practically drooling over the sight in front of him.

nagi will notice it too, of course, but he doesn’t say a word.

and the next day, you wake up with a different sweatshirt draped across you. blinking curiously, it takes a moment for you to realise that it’s actually nagi’s. it’s a black basic sweatshirt so you don’t come to that realisation for any particular reason other than the fact that you’re practically swimming in it, due to how oversized it is.

"did you put that on her while she was sleeping?" reo will sigh.

"maybe." nagi hums.

"oh my gosh." you stifle a laugh, bunching the sleeves up to your elbows.

reo will heave a laugh, turning to his boyfriend, "you’re unbelievable."

"mmm. but she’s wearing mine now."

jealous nagi is a real concept! like maybe you go to reo specifically for help one day, before praising the boy on whatever it is that he helped you out with.

nagi overhears the entire interaction, simply staring blankly at the two of you, and you think nothing more of it. because that is classic nagi behaviour if you’ve ever seen it.

until later on, you decide to ask him for help with something, maybe like opening a jar or grabbing an item that you keep on the very top cabinet. and he’s fully aware of what he’s doing when he tells you to "go ask reo."

the sheer pettiness in his words makes you giggle, and you can’t help but to ruffle his white locks. "ah, you’re not jealous, are you?"

"i don’t know what you mean." he refuses to help you out for a solid ten minutes before eventually giving in to your head scratches.

and no, these sweet moments you share with your boyfriends aren’t limited to just time spent away from blue lock. whenever you’re there, in the compound, you’re always checking on the two specifically.

even going as far as to be their personal cheerleader when you had the time.

reo loves when you call out his name mid-game. he acts all cool on the field but the moment he hears you screaming at the top of your lungs his ego is fully restored.

meanwhile, when you cheer for nagi, it kind of distracts him. but in a way, that kind of gets his head more in the game once he realises it. it’s like your voice elicits a subconscious urge to play harder.

the moment their match is over, their attention is focused on one thing, and that’s on immediately jogging over to you. before you can even react, you’re being attacked with affection. reo kisses you first, it’s deep and full of energy. then nagi follows instantly, pressing slow lazy kisses along your jaw.

of course this prompts immense curiosity from the rest of blue lock. as, whoever was unfortunate enough to witness such a display of public affection, realises that isn’t just some weird bromance you intruded on, anymore. no. something was there. and that’s what led the three of you to eventually confess the truth about your relationship.

“so, uh… how does that even work?"

everyone’s supportive, of course. chigiri snickers, saying something along the lines of how he knew the entire time. kunigami is taken aback by the weirdly modern relationship style, but he gives the three of you a strained smile regardless. gagamaru nods curtly. bachira bounces with excitement for the happy revelation. even rin seems to just shrug at the news.

but isagi’s blunt question still echoes in the confined room. his curious gaze alters from nagi to reo before finally settling on you. you can tell that he’s just genuinely curious about the dynamic when he adds on,

"like, do you guys take turns? or–"

igaguri suddenly shouts from next to him, "what kind of a perverted ass question is that, isagi?! i know you’re curious, but have some decency like the rest of us!"

"what?!" the other boy immediately turns into a defensive flustered mess, "i didn’t mean it like–i wasn’t talking about that! not a very holy assumption for you to make!"

you can’t help but to bury your face into your hands. reo simply snorts. nagi couldn’t care less; at least everyone knows now.

there were some disadvantages that came with it, too, though. like the occasional bad reaction from the other jerks that happened to reside in blue lock for the time being.

"three people…" kaiser would scoff in his thick accent, eyeing you in judgement once word got around to him. "some relationship. is this not just glorified cheating?"

"not really, no." nagi would hum calmly.

noticing his disinterest, kaiser then tries to provoke your other boyfriend, "aren’t you a mikage? guess that explains the predicament. people with their daddy’s money always crave more.”

"hey! don’t assume such things." reo barks. he was wholeheartedly about to square up, had nagi not been holding him back.

ignoring them, he then tilts his head mockingly towards you, "and you. so selfish you really need to have two boyfriends? women these days. never satisfied."

kaiser’s misogynistic insult hits you with about the same impact of a soggy tissue. you just look up at him in amusement. "yep."

that was quite a loaded statement to make. seeing as you were more than satisfied with your boyfriends.

in fact, isagi wasn’t entirely in the wrong to ask such a question. the truth was, you did tend to take turns. it was …less overwhelming that way. although less was subjective. because when it came to reo and nagi, neither of them knew when to stop.

you recalled a few nights ago. how reo would exhale a worn out laugh, sprawled out on the bed, knowing he’s already had his way with you and then some. "hey, treasure, careful. you’re gonna overstimulate her."

nagi would hum, still lapping at your spongy walls despite your last orgasm having washed over you a good few moments ago. "mmm. she likes it." he argues. knowingly.

he’d been eating you out for the better half of twenty minutes. how his jaw wasn’t tired yet was still a mystery. turns out mr hassle man really did have energy for things he deemed important. and turning you into a complete mess? was of utter importance. and it was a victory that came rather easily. maybe you’d be holding up a bit better if reo hadn’t been previously pounding into you at a merciless pace.

“guys.” you’d whine, helplessly reaching for reo who immediately takes pity on you, shifting closer so you can cuddle him, "but i already… three times..."

reo coos, a heavy palm settling on one of your boobs as if to remind you that this is far from over. "you wanted both of us, sweet girl. don’t act like you can’t take it now."

his words make your face flush in embarrassment. and simultaneously, leave arousal coursing through your veins.

“now, you gonna be good and come again for nagi?" his thumb runs across your sensitive nipple, toying with it.

just when you’re about to confess that you don’t think you can handle it, nagi seems to use the last slither of effort he has stored up inside him. lifting his head up slightly, he parts his lips before gently wrapping them around your clit and sucking on it.

with a surprised moan you claw at reo’s chest, entire body trembling at the sheer intensity of the sensation.

“there it is. come on.” reo coaxes, noticing the familiar shiver in your body. yep. you’re close again. you don’t get much sleep at all that night. but let’s just say, your boyfriends know how to take care of you.

the next day, at the blue lock compound,

"woah, l/n-san, is everything okay?" bachira would wonder aloud, noticing the very obvious limp in your step during breakfast.

"yep!" you’d squeak, unable to face the boy without shame settling on your face in a warm red hue.

while you never really paid much thought to polyamory in the past, you wouldn’t change a thing about your relationship now. you loved your two boys, and that wasn’t going to change. જ⁀➴ ㅤᰔ

[theyearningghoul]

It's WIP Wednesday, my dudes

Thank you @thequeenofthewinter for the tag, you're so sweet bestie 🥺💕

Also tagged by @silshinobii thank you new bestie! 🥰❤️

UGH I have to get this chapter for Immortally Yours out SOON! Hopefully tomorrow. Idk why this one chap is giving me so much trouble; it's going to be a lil shorter than the last few. But it's also got me #emotional so maybe that's why.

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In the days that followed their wet, teary declarations of love, Rook had found that the words I love you began to act as a placeholder of sorts in her mind. A phrase used to take the pressure off. 

She now had an outlet for the tumultuous, terrifying, all-encompassing feelings that churned inside; the ones that overtook her thoughts and clenched painfully at her chest. Those three little words were a valve she could turn to release that scalding, overwhelming steam, so the pressure didn’t get high enough to start bending metal and shooting rivets across the room. 

The way he always looked so delighted when she said those words, warmth and adoration bleeding into momentarily stunned eyes—and how he would repeat them back to her, every time, without fail—helped to ease the pressure as well. The two of them became incorrigible in their affections, and any unlucky soul in the Lighthouse who happened to find themselves caught between the blushing, amorous crossfire would groan and leave the room as quickly as they could. 

And, so—I was so worried when that Venatori’s scythe tore into your arm that I was afraid I was going to throw up, turned into: “I love you.”

You know me, Emmrich; you truly know me, and that scares me to the void and back—but it pleases me even more, translated into: “I love you.” 

It would turn your stomach and make you sick if you knew the lengths that I would go to keep you safe, softened to: “I love you.”

I can’t imagine a life without you in it anymore, became: “I love you.”

For when she said those three words, the angrily droning hornets in her chest would calm and settle back into cute, ambling bumblebees. 

Mags worried that he’d tire of hearing her say it. But they had such a finite time together; he could suck it up for just a little while longer.

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But here are some peeps who should also do it if they wanna! This ping is like a lil hug from me 💕

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[atgvnpoint]

Amaru had a point and Benji knew that. The other man casually said the things that Benji's overthinking mind kept reminding him about. Marriage wasn't about doing everything together, Benji knew that very well and he was also aware that Ludovic didn't want to cage him. Not just Ludo but also AJ told him several times that Ludo was enjoying his time alone and that he never forgot about Benji and his home. But with these pictures and videos of Dove and Ludo dancing so close things became a little different. ❝Do you think he'd be the type to play us both? Ludo is brutally honest all the time, too honest to play people. He also told Dove to turn her interest to Michele, from what I know he is interested in her.❞ He tried to sweep everything under the rug, but Amaru has become an expert in reading him at this point. Blue eyes lifted and tried to find Amaru's gaze. ❝I try to work on my unhealthy jealousy issues. That's why I try to play it off. Frankly, I don't know how marriage works. How much freedom is fine? How much me-time is fine? When are you clingy? When are you drifting apart?❞ The Montserrate siblings didn't grow up under healthy circumstances either after their mother passed, but Benji knew nothing about these things. ❝I doubt you'd want me around all the time. Just imagine I would be at each and every one of your races or fights or when you spend time with your friends. We are still young, we should still have fun, don't you think?❞

Maybe he shouldn't ask Amaru these questions. He shouldn't even enjoy the other's closeness like that. Was his heart beating faster? Probably. Deep inside, Benji hoped that Amaru couldn't feel it or worse, see it. But talking to the man came so naturally that sometimes he couldn't shake off this feeling that they had some kind of connection that went far deeper. Were they meant to be together like Ludovic often claimed? Instead of thinking about this for longer, Benji shifted the conversation to something that was on his mind for a while. Especially Ludovic brought it up a few times, unsure if Amaru did something or not despite Benji being sure that nothing happened. Without saying something, Benji listened to what Amaru shared about that night. Being brought to Amaru's home and the whole getting undressed part wasn't new. What he didn't expect were the pictures. It should make him angry, but he felt compassion for Amaru and the other claimed that he deleted the pictures. He never showed those to Ludovic even though he could have.

❝I called his name? I'm sorry.❞ A soft little sigh fell from Benji's lips but he tried to give Amaru a tiny smile. ❝You know, I suffer from night terrors and sleep paralysis. I'm sorry for giving you a hard time sleeping.❞ He gave Amaru an apologetic look. It was a hard topic, considering that his sleeping issues were still present. And it seemed like only Ludovic could calm him down still. It brought back memories of Mexico where Benji would often wake up screaming in terror or facing the paralysis demons for hours without any escape. It was gotten way better with his sleeping issues to the point where he could sleep at AJ's place for a night without any problems (with the help of a bit medication). Quickly, Benji pushed those thoughts aside, instead, he cupped Amaru's cheek with one hand. Then he leaned in and kissed Amaru on the other cheek. ❝Thank you for being honest with me. And thank you for deleting the pictures. I'm not angry, in fact, I'm thankful you were the one bringing me away before someone else could do something worse.❞ With his thumb, he traced over Amaru's cheekbone. ❝I never thought that you did something more than what you told me. After all, I know you and I know my own body. I'm just sorry I was a burden to you. You are a good guy and I never doubted that. Maybe it's dumb of me, but I'm a little sad I can't remember anything.❞

Amaru wasn't sure why the other tolerated his brother's behavior when he was doing those modeling gigs for AJ. Didn't married couples stick together like glue, be each other's support system. While Benji was at home, Ludo was out there having fun with God knows who. And now that he knew about this party he attended that Dove was also there, reasons Benny had the photos. The evidence in his hands. "How come, clearly you have valid evidence to back you up. I think you should talk to him, what if he's playing you both. Leaving you here while he has his fun with her." Amaru made sure to say these words in hopes that gives Benny the motivation he needs to ask instead of sweeping things under the rug. He noticed the cold reaction and if Amaru knew any better, Benny was faking disinterest. "Why do you always do that? pretend you don't care, i know you do. Whether he's thankful or not, he got caught but i'm sure he'll tell you some silly excuse and all will be forgiven. Dove is a very pretty woman, i'm sure she can get anyone she wants, clearly she wants my brother and he simply enables that behavior from her. You said it, he mentioned how hot she is." what more proof did Benji need?

He could disagree with Benji's opinion, everyone felt sorry for him. Here he was chasing after someone he could never have, all he could see was the dark figures of people pointing and laughing at him. Amaru ignored it, for now. In this moment, he had Benji where he wanted, where he dreamed for so long to touch and hold. Benji's touch alone set him on fire, his heart leaped and jumped against his chest - was Benji able to feel it? But, he was reminded about that particular night ; the evening where his friend spiked his drink. Though it was harmless since Noel was simply helping him out, Amaru remembered that night light it was yesterday. Taking him away from his friend was easy, barely conscious. Through slurred words and cute hiccups, Amaru took Benji in his arms all the way to his car and drove him to his place, one that no one knew about including his siblings. A private getaway, the one he was hidden for a long time until he traveled to Italy for awhile. Expecting Benji to push away, his arms curled around his neck. Losing himself in those ocean eyes again.

There was no reason to lie, he's always been honest. "I get it if you somehow doubt what happened, and nothing ever happened. You know goal, still and will never achieve it. We got to my place, took you in my arms, helped you out of your clothes and placed you on my bed. I took pics making it seem we did more than just hang out. I just wanted you for one night, i didn't care if you hated me or not. It was my only way to have you alone without my brother breathing down your neck, perhaps i was dumb enough to believe my plan would work. Clearly it didn't, now you're married. You called out to Ludo's name all night too - don't worry i don't have those pictures anymore. If you ever thought i did something more, i didn't. I respected you until you woke up."

[frogemeat]

Back on my shit for my relativity falls AU where Stan goes missing because I can!! And no one can stop me!

So let’s actually dive into the characters a bit more this time and their reactions to Stan’s disappearance.

We’re going to start with Mabel because I feel like in any universe Mabel and Stan have a special connection, one where they just understand eachother, y’know?

In my relativity falls au, Stan is reluctant to open up at first to Mabel. Surprisingly it was Ford who warmed up to her first. Stan, at first, is very distrustful of adults and people in authority in general (when I get you Filbrick, when I get you-) so he keeps distance between himself and Mabel at first.

He’s his usual rambunctious self, loud and unapologetic about, but he doesn’t rant to her about the latest addition of his favorite comic, he doesn’t let her look at his drawings and anytime she wants to spend one on one time on him he would turn her down. Eventually he warmed up to her, which is more my actual relativity falls au then this, so I won’t go into it (unless someone wants me to 👀).

So when I say Mabel worked hard, she worked hard to get Stan’s trust. And she’s proud of that dammit!

To her Stan is such a bright star who’s often overlooked by his genius of a twin brother (something she can heavily relate too) and she wanted to nurture his creativity. And she did!

She displayed the weird Frankenstein taxidermy he made in the shack, she taught him how to knit and sew and he even started to let her watch “the duchess approves” with her!

They grew close and Mabel started to see both the twins as her sons. She had suspicions that their home life was… less than good and she was SUPER unsure about sending them home after summer ended. She didn’t think the decision would’ve been made for her.

Weirdmaggdeon was over. They won. Steve (Bill’s replacement in this AU) is gone. But they weren’t celebrating. The only thought the three Pines had was…

Where’s Stan?

They searched the woods for him long at the r the sun set. She had to drag Ford back home when he started tripping over his own feet, his exhaustion evident. Ford tried to insist he was okay, that he could keep looking, that he needed to keep looking, that Stan was out there, he needed to continue. Stan would keep looking for him if their roles were reversed.

All Mabel could do was shush him as he cried against her shoulder.

Dipper stayed behind and kept looking and both Mabel and Ford went home without their other half. Long after Ford had passed out Dipper had finally come home, empty handed. They spent the rest of the night talking about what to do. They would check town first thing in the morning, they had decided. Maybe in his daze he had wandered out of the woods and one of the townsfolk’s found him. If not, they would go to the police, see if anyone had reported a small brown haired preteen wandering around. (

They also discussed the possibility of Stan being dead, but Mabel couldn’t even stomach the thought of it. They quickly stopped when Mabel started to cry.)

She had just met the twins, only known them for three months, yet they were hers. Her boys. Her babies. Her peanut and walnut. And Stan was gone.

The boy she swore to protect, the boy who pretended he was tough when he was really the sweetest kid she ever met.

Days go by and still no Stan. Ford refuses to talk to anyone, Dipper is out of the house for most of the day searching, and Mabel is left alone, surrounded by half finished knitting projects and echoes of a boy who’s laughter warmed her heart.

She cries a lot. That’s all she does for the first few months.

One day, after Ford’s parents (not Stan and Ford’s, just Ford’s, because apparently no one remember’s her little peanut outside of Gravity Falls) drops off all his stuff for his apprenticeship with Dipper, she’s pulls herself together, makes her famous Mabelcakes, and starts to rebuild. Dipper had done amazing keeping them together, but it was time for some Mabel magic.

Three years pass and the Stan shaped hole in their family doesn’t get smaller. Ford still turns to his right whenever he gets excited, Mabel still hasn’t watched the season finale of “the duchess approves” (she couldn’t finish it without Stan, not when he was so excited to show it to her), and Dipper sometimes still goes into the woods to search.

Ford is turning 17 in a few weeks. June 15th. She’s in Greasy’s after deciding that a snack sounded good after buying birthday presidents for her walnut and instead of Susan greeting her and taking her order like she has since she started working there, she was greeted with a new face.

A familiar face.

Even older, more pimply, and with a beanie pulled down so far it almost covered his eyes, she would recognize him.

Her peanut.

[magixfairyix]

[A continuation of this post. The Trix lost their memories in the comics]

Iorda: RIVEN FUCKING HELP ME!

Riven: What's going on now?

Timmy: *nods*

Iorda: I ACCIDETALLY ROLLED NAT 20 CHARISMA AND I SEDUCED THE FUCKING GARGOYLE!

Riven: Wtf do you-

Timmy, who plays D&D and understood: Even with the Trix losing their memory, wouldn't it make sense for Darcy to still hate you?

Iorda: APPARENTLY NOT

Riven, sighing: Iorda, how did this even happen?

Iorda: Okay, Mirta thought this idea was stupid, BUT after the Trix nearly had the Winx drown in a bus, I thought that if they have an acemic rivalry or something, it will distract them from murderous thoughts

Timmy: That does make sense.

Riven: And let me guess? This idea of yours worked horribly

Iorda: IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE AN ACADEMIC RIVARLY

Riven: Iorda

Iorda: What?

Riven: You thought it would just be an academic rivalry with Darcy when, one, she is very competitive that way and will throw verbal jabs towards you

Timmy: But that would only be bad if Iorda had returned the jabs

Iorda: ...

Riven: Iorda?

Iorda: Well, what else was I supposed to do? If she says something rude to me, I'm going to mock her back. I'm not a coward

Timmy: Riven, you are no longer about to tell me how dense I am when referring to Tecna

Riven: Agreed

Iorda: Well, it looks like I've been betrayed today

Riven: You get into verbal battles with her?

Iorda: Yeah? I just said that?

Riven: Verbal battles. Which are about wit and mental strength?

Iorda: ...

Riven: With a psychic witch?

Iorda: ...

Riven: Congradulation, you're now dense emotionally

Iorda: Okay, fuck you. How was I supposed to know I was flirting-

Timmy: You two, put a hault on the fighting

Iorda: Done

Riven: *sigh*

Timmy: When did you realize your plan wasn't going so well?

Iorda: One of Icy's exes or someone was trying to spike Bloom's drink with a love potion, and so I took it, faked flirting, and then led him outside before threatening him to tear his mind apart if he ever came near the Winx again

Timmy: And Darcy witnessed this?

Iorda: I think so

Riven: *sipping on coffee*

Riven: That'd do it

Iorda: Do WHAT?

Timmy: ...

Timmy: Both of you are quite smart emotionally and vengeful. And I wouldn't say underhanded, but...

Riven & Iorda: You can say it

Iorda:

Riven:

Timmy: Darcy seems to have a type then...

Iorda: WELL, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?

Riven: *shrug*

Iorda: HELP ME

Riven, talking about Iorda's ex: Look, Pyris ended up being a bitch

Iorda: Uh huh

Riven: So...

Iorda: If you're about to say that I should continue the romancing, I will come so close to punching you in the face

Timmy: Riven has a point. The Trix lost all their memories of who they are, but that doesn't mean it's guaranteed that they won't...

Riven: Go batshit

Timmy: Exactly

Iorda: Wait. Didn't they have nightmares or something

Timmy: Who?

Iorda: The Trix

Riven: Of the Ancestors, yes. That's probably what started that entire 'taking over the magic dimension thing.'

Iorda: ...

Timmy: What are you thinking?

Iorda: Time to pay some old hags a visit

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

[Iorda going into the depths of Cloud Tower]

Iorda: WAKE UP BITCHES

[The Ancestors manifest to find the Summoning Bowl surrounded by salt and other things]

Belladonna: wtf is this?

Iorda: Just preventing you from forcing your descendants to take over the Magic Universe. I'm sure you'd understand

Tharma: WAIT-

Iorda: *starts mumbling an incantation*

Liliss: YOU FUCKING-

Iorda: Chill out, I'm not killing you. Just banishing you from the plane that is not the afterlife

Iorda: I don't think I could kill you anyways

Iorda: But this is just so you don't send any visions to the Trix

Belladonna: Oh please, we are much stronger than you are-

Iorda: Hence, why I'm going to have to do this once a month

Tharma: ... shit

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[Meanwhile, in the Trix's dorm]

Darcy: Hey, do you two know the nightmares I've been having?

Stormy: Fr

Darcy: The ones about me killing you two?

Icy: Yes. What about them?

Darcy: They stopped

Stormy: ...

Icy: ...

Stormy: Isn't that a good thing?

Darcy: Girl, I think I've been having those nightmares for a long time. I'm more worried about why they suddenly stopped

Icy:

Darcy: Time for some research ig

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[A month later]

Iorda: Okay bitches, you know the dril-

Iorda: *sees Darcy standing in front of the Summoning Bowl*

Iorda: Shit

Darcy: Why are you here?

Iorda: Eheh would you believe I came down here to see you?

[ERROR: Friendship stat (7/20). Romance stat only (2/20)]

Darcy: No

Iorda, mentally: No nat 20 on charisma today ig...

Iorda: Okay, well-

Darcy: Explain yourself

Iorda: There were some malovent energies here that I banished

Darcy:

Iorda: Why do you ask?

Darcy: Do you know a lot about the malovent energies?

Iorda, scared for her wellbeing: Kinda?

Darcy: *raises a brow and crosses her arms*

Iorda: I um... the energies tend to cause nightmares, and I took it upon myself to banish them for an... *pauses* Assignment

Darcy:

Iorda: *not tecnically lying*

Darcy: And why?

Iorda: For an assignment?

Darcy: Don't give me that bullshit. You 'assigned' this task to yourself

Iorda:

Darcy: I repeat myself, why?

Iorda: *trying to tell the truth while not revealing too much, and also trying to befriend the Trix, because Griffin had that idea*

Iorda: I... kinda guessed you had nightmares. I tracked the energies that were causing it to this place, so... I was doing you a solid, ig?

Darcy:

Iorda: Because even though you're insufferable sometimes, I do care about your wellbeing?

Darcy: *inwardly swooning*

Darcy: O-okay, so have fun with your banishing

[Darcy starts to walk back up the steps]

Iorda: *looks up to see a floating achievement above her head*

[5/20 Romance stat]

Iorda: WAIT NO-

[NEW STAT: Personal romantic feelings (3/20)]

Iorda: WAIT WAIT NO I DO NOT-

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Bloom: Hey! How's the idea of academic rivalry going with the Trix?

Iorda:

Bloom: Bad?

Iorda: I mean, Icy hates me but hasn't killed me, which is the goal

Bloom: Stormy?

Iorda: We say two words to each other once a week, but good

Bloom: Darcy?

Iorda:

Iorda: Accidenntally romanced?

Bloom: HOW THE FU-

Musa: SPILL THE TEA BITCH

Iorda: I DON'T KNOW

[Musa and Bloom sit Iorda down]

Iorda: Is this a kidnapping?

Musa: Spill. The. Tea

Bloom: Fr we need drama. Things at Alfea have been boring

Iorda: Okay, well it started fine as an academic rivalry. But it has been brought to my attention by Riven that banter and verbal jabs based on wit might've been taken as flirting, so that's fucked

Iorda: And Griffin suggested I try to become 'friends or/acquainted enough that they don't kill me' with the Trix

Iorda: I've also started banishing the Ancestors once a month so that the Trix don't get manipulated via nightmares

Iorda: Darcy witnessed that one time, and I came up with a half-lie that she believed, but when she left, she seemed mildly flustered?

Iorda: I have no fucking clue

Bloom:

Musa:

Iorda: Help

Bloom: Well, it would help Darcy not want to start a war

Iorda: SHE TRIED TO KILL ME

Musa: So you have no feelings towards her whatsoever~?

Iorda: No. Allthough I've learned to enjoy the rivalry before it all went to shit, and even though I care about her wellbeing, I do not

Tecna, from another room: Your stats say otherwise!

Iorda: THAT WAS YOU?

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Iorda: *sigh*

Musa: Okay, spill

Iorda: Look, I know it's important to make sure the Trix don't become evil again, but I can't just romance somebody when I know that I'm hiding a pretty big thing from them

Musa: ... good point

Iorda: It's shitty, and then whatever happens would be on false pretenses

Musa:

Iorda: I'm fucked aren't I?

Musa: Yep!

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[Iorda in class two months later]

Iorda: Hey so um, random question

Stormy: Yeah?

Iorda, blatantly lying: I'm writing a book, and the main character loses their memories after doing some fucked-up shit

Iorda: Evil shit

Iorda: As in, starting a teeny war

Iorda: If you were the main character and somebody told you about what you did in the past, would you go on a corruption arc?

Stormy: Well why'd the character do evil shit?

Iorda: From what I've heard-

Iorda: *cough*

Iorda: From what I wrote so far, they-

Iorda: *cough*

Iorda: She was kind of manipulated and blackmailed into it

Stormy: Are you okay...?

Iorda: Fine. Answer the question

Stormy: Probably not

Iorda: Do you think Icy and Darcy would have the same answer?

Stormy: Oh fuck no

Iorda: Shit

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[Iorda, deciding it's time for some fucking honesty]

[Iorda, in a cafe so she won't get shanked]

Icy: Why the fuck did you want to talk?

Iorda: Good to see you too

Icy: *sits down*

Icy: Speak, so I can leave

Iorda: Okay, adult to adult here-

Icy: Even though the maturity level varies

Iorda, mentally: Dragon help me

Iorda: Regardless, this discussion is going to be important

Icy: *waves her hand*

Iorda: What do you... know about the Ancestors?

Icy: *freezes*

Icy: Excuse me?

Iorda: You don't have any memories, right?

Icy: As if it's any of your business, no

Iorda: Not of anything?

Icy: Besdies my name, no. No childhood, no memories. Now are we done?

Iorda: *sighs*

Iorda: Okay, firstly, I am your magical balance

Icy: ...

Iorda: Mainly Darcy's, but still the balance of you and your sisters

Icy, smirking: ... you?

Iorda: Icy istg

Icy: You are our magical balance?

Iorda: Yes

Icy: Ha, fine continue

Iorda: I know what happened before you lost your memories

Icy:

Iorda: Don'tkillmeplease

Icy, dangerously: Continue, Iorda

Iorda: Okay, you and your sisters as children were manipulated by three dead witches, The Ancestors. They gave you three their magic, and then you got a power boost, Stormy killed her mother, and Darcy accidentally put her entire fucking planet into a coma

Icy: She... was saying something about 'Zenothe' in her sleep

Iorda: That's Darcy's planet, yes

Icy: Proceed

Iorda, praying to the Dragon: The Ancestors, or Ancestral Witches, manipulated you into thinking they were basically gods. One of them, Liliss, gave Darcy a lot of nightmares

Iorda: After they manipulated you three, they convinced you to try to steal a power called the Dragon Flame. You three managed to do so, and you started a war that killed a lot of people. You got convicted. Broke out of prison. And then you lost your memories when a freak spell backfired

Icy:

Iorda: I'm going out on a limb trusting you with this, AND-

Iorda: Because the Ancestors are banished somewhat, no one is going to force you three to start a way. You three can have a better life, because I swear on my own, it's not pretty

Icy: So you know all about what happened...?

Iorda: Everyone does

Icy:

Iorda: They just don't want to risk you three...

Icy: Starting a war again?

Iorda: Exactly

Icy: That definitely explains the weird looks

Iorda: Right

Icy: ...

Iorda: ...

Icy: You're explaining this again to both Stormy and Darcy

Iorda: Wait, what?

Icy: Because then we can decide whether or not to, as you put it with Stormy, "go on a corruption arc."

Iorda, mentally: Fuck me...

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[Iorda is basically being dragged into the Trix's dorm]

Stormy: Icy, what is going on?

Darcy: And why is she here?

Icy: She knew all along about how we don't have any memories and why

Iorda: To be fair-

Icy: Explain. Now

Iorda: Bitch

Icy: Now

[Cue Iorda explaining the entire backstory]

Stormy: ... what the shit?

Darcy: *fucking shocked*

Iorda: And just remember that I was the one who womaned up to tell you three, so please refrain from killing me...

Darcy: Nightmares explained ig...

Icy: So do we kill her?

Iorda: EXCUSE ME-

Icy: You said we start a war, so maybe that's what we're supposed to do, and we only failed because of a certain 'balance'

Iorda: No no no you three can have a better life now

Icy: Define-

Iorda: You three enjoy your life here, right???

Stormy: All the stares, and now with the knowledge that we killed a lot of people? No. Not really

Darcy: *still dealing with the realization*

Iorda: Okay, what if you show people you dON'T want to start a war again?

Icy: We've been doing that for the past four months

Iorda:

Darcy, looking up from her hands: And you've known about this for how long...?

Iorda: Um. A long time

Darcy: Hm

Darcy, mentally: How tf are my romance choices this shitty?

Iorda: But I MAY have a little plan

Icy: Since when?

Iorda: Since I started worrying you were going to shank me

Stormy: Shoot

Iorda: Okay, you three have little hope in life right now because you don't have any memories

Darcy: Way to rub it in

Iorda: But if you three SWEAR to not start a war, I can get permission from Griffin to tell you guys everything that happened and show you the places where it happened

Stormy:

Iorda: At least then you'll have some semblance of an identity

Icy:

Iorda: And Griffin told me about you three's childhoods so I can help with that the best I can

Darcy:

Icy:

Stormy: Was my mother a bitch or did I just kill her in cold blood?

Iorda: From what I've heard, a bitch

Stormy: Okay well then, good riddens

Icy, to Darcy and Stormy: The verdict?

Darcy: Give her a month to help us 'theoretically get our memories back'

Iorda: A MONTH?

Icy: And after?

Iorda: I'M STILL HERE?

Darcy: I'm not sure, we'll decide by then

Iorda: ARE YOU THREE GOING TO KILL ME?

Stormy: Sounds fine enough

Iorda: DARCY, YOU'RE THE RATIONAL ONE???

Darcy: I don't appreciate being lied to

Iorda: Why the hell do you think I'm telling you now?

Darcy:

Iorda:

Icy: Okay you can leave now

Iorda: Bitch istg

Icy: *glares*

[Iorda leaves]

Stormy: So are we actually going to kill her?

Icy: Oh no

Darcy: Then why did you imply that?

Icy: She almost scored higher than me in a test last week

Stormy: And there's the petty bitch we know and love

Icy: Also, Darcy, you're the one who said 'give her a month' cryptically

Darcy: I meant that if she fails, she is going to get hexed and never spoken to ever again

Stormy: Not a curse?

Darcy: I mean, she is the only one who told us. She also banished the Ancestors who apparently fucked our lives up, which takes a lot of energy

Icy: So the bags under her eyes were not natural?

Darcy: Apparently not

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[Iorda, the next day, getting ready]

Iorda: *lighs insence and whirls it around her*

Iorda: Any fucking diety out there, please protect me from getting killed and/or maimed while I help the Trix get their sense of selves back

Iorda: *hears a knock on the door*

Iorda: *sigh*

Iorda: So mote it fucking be

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[Iorda and the Trix at the spot in the library away from prying eyes]

Stormy: Why are we in the library?

Iorda: *places three books on the table*

Iorda: Well, we gotta get some memories back about your guys' planets and probable childhoods there

Icy: *grabbing a book*

Icy: Hm. Diamond

Iorda: Wait, maybe let me-

Icy: Why does it say here that everyone is frozen in ice?

Iorda: I wasn't because of you. Some random Shaman Witch showed up when you were a child, I think. Based on what Griffin told me. She froze the planet

Icy: *stands up*

Darcy: Icy, where are you-

Icy: We're going to Diamond

Iorda: WHAT?

Icy: Did I stutter?

Iorda: We can use the simulation chamber-

Stormy: Won't someone see what we're doing there?

Iorda, mentally: Oh shit if we keep going to their planets, Darcy is going to be fucking crushed

Iorda: Um, we could-

Icy: We're going

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[At Diamond]

Stormy: Fuck, it's cold

Iorda: Yeah nO sHiT

Icy: *striding forwards*

Iorda: Do you even know where you're going?

Icy: YES

Darcy:

Iorda:

Darcy: She doesn't know where she's going

Iorda: Clearly

Darcy:

Iorda: About-

Darcy: I'm still pissed at you

Iorda: Noted

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[They find the castle frozen in ice, and some of the people]

Icy: So who did this again?

Iorda: The Shaman Witch

Icy: And where is she?

Iorda: Dead

Stormy:

Darcy, bitterly: And are you sure you're not lying about that?

Iorda: I APOLOGIZED

Stormy: Icy, are you remembering anything?

Icy: Jack shit

Stormy: Well, that's a bust

Iorda: Well, you three probably won't regain your memories. They've been fully eradicated, but...

Icy, shurgging: It's something

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[To be continued...]

[untolduttering]

It was Sanji that started the habit of dressing each other. After sex, he would pick the garments off the floor, either his shirt and underwear or your clothes, depending on what you had to do after. And soon, once you had been dressed, you’d do the same for him. It was an incredibly intimate act, to sit and patiently dress the other button by button, taking the chance to kiss the exposed skin right before it was covered, to sit lower than the other at times in supplication and servitude. The habit entered into the morning, although a little more difficult for you. After making breakfast, Sanji would come to fetch you, gently waking you and waiting for you to choose the outfit he would dress you in, or sometimes get to pick the outfit himself, an opportunity that would send him over the moon each time. You, on the other hand, were not as fond about getting up at 5 AM, and so you usually missed the chance. Sometimes, however, when the lack of his weight and warmth beside you would wake you, you’d groggily sit up, pouting. You’d try to get up to help, half awake and upset at your missed chance, and he’d softly put you back to bed. Other times, he’d offer you his tie, letting you put it on him, the final touch. And most of those times, you’d do a terrible job, leaving it crooked and more like a knot than a proper tie. But Sanji wouldn’t care, he’d love it, even, and proudly wear it throughout the day, much to your own embarrassment. Very rarely would he let you fix it, as he would think back to your pouting, focused face each time he’d look at it, and feel himself smile at the memory. It would be then that he’d be happiest that he started the habit.

[ourfag]

I’ll take up in scream heaven for 500 please

omg right for the jugular immediately

ahh yeah this is. the one where i put my edizzy feelings and by “edizzy feelings” i mean subjecting ed to the most cathartic (for me) nightmare (for him) of a relationship (as a digitally quarantined prequel to his recovery, which is the actual focus of the story this is part of)

(my commitment to adhering as closely as possible to their canon s1 dynamic kind of puts it in a weird space where izzy very clearly wants ed to be his 24/7 dom but i am holding explicit references to kink culture at arm’s length bc this is a modern au and even though ed is still familiar with bdsm in other contexts here i think his being fully able/willing to apply that lens to what izzy is asking of him would allow him to process that the way he’s being treated isn’t right too quickly for the story to be what i need the story to be. for me)

it’s from ed’s pov so this whole era is running on self-hating unreliable narrator juice—one of my favorite(??) things about writing this one is getting to explore the gap between what ed is saying and what the narrative is saying, and its so gratifying to present all these experiences through the eyes of someone who’s convinced he’s a really bad boyfriend and an even worse person and then step back and review the actual events he’s relaying to the reader and be able to say oh yeah no this is someone who is unambiguously being abused

(he does get out though. like within the timeline of this part of the story. thats important. he gets out and then we get to watch a little bit of him trying to make sense of the relationship from a retrospective viewpoint while still believing he was a really bad boyfriend and an even worse person)

(this is all at least months before he even meets stede)

(he’s not having a good time)

[bravewolfvesperia]

/ so I finally updated my rules and verses pages to reflect current activity and such since they were a bit outdated. if you haven't checked them in a long time, pleeeease at least skim them again! I think I mostly got everything, but I'd realized I hadn't properly updated them since shortly after I made this blog. 🙇‍♀️