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Hello, I don't know if you are into dark romances but would you be able to write about the reader having romantic feelings for Smoke for a long time but was always too afraid to say anything and one night while on patrol the reader runs into a different variety of Tomas but a darker version?

Night Changes - twisted!Tomas x male!reader

in which Tomas is a bit different at night

a/n: i'm thinking stalker-ish, i'm thinking haunting adeline, if you match my freak

ship[s]: tomas x male!reader

warning(s): MDNI! creep!tomas, stalker(ish)!tomas, slightly internalized homophobia

You were absolutely, positively, madly in love with Tomas Vrbada.

Formerly Smoke of the Lin Kuei, he was now Smoke of the Shirai Ryu- lethal assassin and second-in-command to Grandmaster Kuai Liang. As equally deadly, he was compassionate and empathetic. He cared for everyone, even those he captured or killed.

Since you were one of the two only initiated Shirai Ryu, the other being the young lad Hanzo, you had unadulterated access to the inner circle of the Shirai Ryu. Tomas was also considered "access". You got to know him, bonded over the loss of family, and even patrol with him.

Every interaction, conversation, and more, you two grew closer and closer to each other to the point of feelings and attachments.

Utterly and helplessly, you had fallen in love with the wholesome cinnamon roll assassin. You, a man, an XY chromosome, had fallen in love with Tomas Vrbada. You couldn't say a damn thing, though- you just couldn't.

Rather, you wouldn't.

For a whole two years now, you have loved him from the sidelines. Your heart raced as you watched him smile at every initiate, your face warmed at the way his muscles flexed during demonstration.

Your cock ached at the way he spoke with command and dignity. His very being had you in a chokehold of "what ifs" and suggestive thoughts.

It was difficult being around him knowing how you felt. You were afraid he'd know if you stayed around him too long. In fact, you were nervous he'd find out- afraid.

Another man liking another man, how odd was that? It killed you because Tomas deserved to have a family of his own, a real blood family with kids he could raise.

You couldn't provide that, and that's what killed you.

So, your dreams were all you had. Sometimes they were wholesome, dreams of cute dates and dreams of marriage. Others were degenerate, visages of you two making love and exploring one another late in the night.

Even so, in front of him, you kept it all at bay. What you didn't know, though, was that Tomas had it had for you- worse, even.

From the minute Tomas laid eyes on you, you were his. He didn't know what the feeling was at first, trying to ignore it as well. But when he saw you smiling at a young initiate, or touching another to fix their forms, he knew what it was.

Possessiveness, hunger, desire, wanting- all of it just for you.

He kept these feelings to himself, though, thanks to his years of experience in keeping his emotions in check. Even so, his behavior would give himself away.

You were oblivious to all of it, though, too busy keeping your own feelings under control and teaching the initiates.

Sometimes, Tomas would disappear for hours on end during the day. While you thought it was missions, he just used his magic to conceal himself to watch you.

He knew your morning routine through and through: wake up at six AM, run four laps around the main area of the compound, come back for a shower or bath, eat breakfast (sometimes Tomas came out from hiding and naturally came in to eat too, saying he just finished working out), then teach initiates until three PM.

If he got lucky, he'd be able to take some of your underwear, keeping it to himself and use it as a toy during his own nights of carnal release.

And speaking of night, he knew your evening/nightly routine too.

After teaching ended at three, you had an hour break for yourself for lunch. Tomas would eat with you sometimes, you two chatting about trivial clan matters. Afterwards, you two would split up and Tomas would conceal himself once more to stalk you.

At four-thirty, Tomas watched you teach the initiates some more. At around six-thirty, you'd end the day and meet Kuai Liang, Hanzo, Harumi, and Tomas to discuss more plans to defeat the Lin Kuei. Finally, you got to leave at around seven-thirty to eat, shower, stretch, and sleep.

Not before you'd jack off to the scenarios your mind conjured up during the day.

This was Tomas's favorite part of watching you. He loved hearing your desperate moans, watching your face scrunch up as you focused on reaching your peak, and hearing your pathetic begs as you dreamed of him.

Sometimes, Tomas was outside the door, magic gone as he cracked the door just enough to see you and you not seeing him. Other times he'd be bolder, hiding in plain sight as he palmed or jacked himself off to the sight of you playing with yourself.

If you thought that was bad, the nights you were gone for patrol was when he'd really get down and dirty.

He would sneak in your room, smelling your clean clothes and rubbing his scent on them, almost like a territorial marking. If he got to your dirty clothes, he'd smell them as he touched himself on your bed, imagining all sorts of disgusting and degenerate scenarios with you on top or below him.

What's crazier is that you didn't know, you never figured out how crazy he was for you. How far he'd go for your smile, how far he'd go for your undivided attention, and how far he'd go for your love.

Until one night.

You two were on patrol together, which was something Tomas couldn't get out of no matter how hard he tried to convince his brother.

You see, he had killed an initiate for bullying you. But you didn't know, not when the dead body looked like a threat from Lin Kuei.

One half of the initiate's body was upright with his hand folded in prayer hands, while the bottom half was legs up to the sky. A kitana was stabbed cleanly through the mouth, keeping the upper half upright. It scared everyone shitless, including you, whom you recognized as the initiate who bullied you.

You remembered crying to him, his muscular arms soothing your back as you never wished this upon him, even if he was your bully.

"He got what he deserved," Tomas muttered quietly, but you heard it.

Thanks to this stunt Tomas pulled, he had to fill in for the patrol night since the initiate he killed was scheduled for tonight.

"Let's split up for this," he says to you as you were perched on the roof.

"How come?" you ask him.

He scans the area of the compound and beyond, "I think it'll be a slow night, other initiates said that they only got one or two Lin Kuei assassins in the last two weeks."

You nod, "That's fair. Are you taking the woods? If not, I can-." He cuts you off.

"No!" he screams, but he corrects himself after you give him a quizzical look and an arched brow.

"No... I mean. I'll take that since there might be possible assassins."

You were about to ask him something, but you watch him leap into the night and into the woods. You sigh, taking leave and heading southward past the compound. You spent a good three hours down there, and not a single assassin was nearby.

Displeased, but glad not extra work is needed, you decide to head back to the compound and await Tomas, hoping to walk on the roofs and chat about each other some more.

He doesn't come back, though. And that scares you.

Worried for him (even though he has a kill count higher than your toe and finger count), you looked for him in the general direction he went towards the forest.

A pine forest, thick and lush, you lost your way trying to find him in the expansive area of woods. You were about to give up until you saw a figure flash your vision, leaping through the branches.

"Tomas?" you asked yourself quietly.

Following him quietly, you watched him leap, jump, and hop on the branches to a small open area in the thicket of pine. When he came down, though, you noticed he had a person over his shoulder, wiggling and writhing in panic as he looked around. He was bound by rope, and his mouth sealed with tape.

You watched in silent horror as he threw the young man down, and Tomas's huge frame towers over him as he circles him like a vulture. You couldn't get a good look at him at first, Tomas's huge body and legs covering him, but as he moved around, you were filled with dread as the victim.

A Shirai Ryu initiate, that he was. And another person who was giving you shit back in the compound.

You remembered his face, tracing him back to a couple of memories of him insulting your meek personality and inability to take a life as quickly as him or Tomas. You didn't have an aversion to it, you have to do what you have to do, but it was hard killing people, despite being enemies.

You remember confiding to Tomas about it, but you covered it up saying that it wasn't a big deal.

You should have realized it was a big deal to him.

As you watched Tomas behind some shrubbery, he kicked down the initiate and ripped the tape off his mouth. He spat into Tomas's face immediately, and you saw how quickly Tomas's face changed.

"You villain!" the initiate spat out, "A monster, killing your own clan and for what?!"

Tomas touched the wet saliva on his mask which prompted him to take it off and throw it to the ground. He took a deep inhale of the pine smell around him, before kneeling down to his level.

Tomas placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, rubbing it before settling it in one place...

And gripping his collarbone to hard you heard the shatter of the bone.

As he cried in pain, Tomas used this to sucker punch his gut, the initiate's eyes wide as he leaned forward head first on the ground.

"You know nothing is loyalty," Tomas said in a voice you didn't recognize, "Loyalty is love, loyalty is honor."

Tomas took his karambit, spinning it around on his finger before stopping and stabbing it through the young man's thigh. You held your mouth tightly, tears on your face as you watched the bully begin to bleed.

"You, quite frankly, know nothing of loyalty," he said, twisting the knife deeper into the wound. He cried out more, his breath quickening as more blood flowed out.

"Dishonoring your fellow initiate," Tomas said, getting up and pacing in front of him. He tuts and tsks, shaking his head condescendingly as his head snapped towards the initiate once more.

The initiate seemed confused, at the statement though, "Who? I am doing nothing of the sort, while you're here murdering your own clan!!"

Tomas kicked him in the face, so hard that a tooth was knocked out. His mouth began to bleed and he spit some out, glaring at Tomas.

He doesn't get a chance to be a smart-mouth, though, as Tomas grips his hair and brings him up to his face.

You watch and listen as Tomas speaks, "Dishonoring your fellow initiate by badmouthing them? I don't think I'm murdering..." he said softly.

You see the initiate's eyes widen, frantic as you see him connect the dots as to why he's out here. He begins to squirm more, but Tomas stops that with his hands on his throat, lifting him up in the air.

You can only watch with a slacked jaw and tears streaming down your face, the poor man's life beginning to flash in his eyes as Tomas is slowly ending it.

"This isn't Tomas," you say quietly, and you'd be right.

This was a maniac, a psycho, and a creep who had overtaken the angel of a man.

The initiate manages to kick him in the jaw with his other leg, but Tomas doesn't flinch at all. He simply stares at him, letting go of his hand and reaching his shin.

In a flash, he snaps his knee to the side.

And in the same speed, the initiate pukes all over himself. Some of it landing on Tomas's uniform. He looks down and sighs, his voice eerily normal as he complains about the stain.

"Ah, this was supposed to he a clean night."

Tomas throws the man towards a tree, the air rushing out of him as you hear his lower back break. The poor man, a stab wound to the leg, a broken knee on the other, a lost tooth, and a bruise on his gut, the spine injury is only insult to even more injury.

"I didn't want to do this to you," he said calmly, a smoke grenade in his hand as he shoves it into his mouth, "But you leave me no choice."

He rips the karambit out of his thigh and takes it back into his hand. Using it, he stabs under his mouth and pulls down, dislocating his jaw and pulling it down so the bomb could fit.

"He can't be doing this..." you whisper to yourself as tears flow, "Please, if the gods can hear me... stop him..."

But they ignore your prayers as Tomas shoves the bomb in his mouth. The initiate is fading in and out of consciousness as Tomas takes a couple of steps back, taunting his life by pretending to take aim with his karambit.

"Hmm..." he hummed with a sick grin, "I'm not sure I'll hit this quarry."

Not a sound leaves your mouth as you watch his scary precision in action. The karambit leaves his hand and hits the grenade perfectly, causing an explosion of blood, guts, smoke, and flesh.

The smell of the deceased human remains fills your nostrils as you hold the rising bile in your throat. Not only did the smell get you, but the sight of Tomas and the body.

The body, if it's even discernible as one anymore, had no head. His torso was blown in half as guts spilled from the tummy area. You could see both large and small intestines spill out of the torso as Tomas stood there with a sick grin on his face.

He had blood all over himself, completely disregarding the mess he was in. He began to chuckle, then fully laugh as he spun around, smearing the blood over his face and mouth to taste the blood of his enemy.

I mean, he wasn't even an enemy, just a man with bad personality. He didn't care though, if it was hurting you, he would do anything to stop the pain coming your way.

Anything.

Your tears didn't stop as you watched Tomas begin to bury the body, him singing a song to pass the time.

In the open area, there was a small pond of clean, clear blue water. He stripped himself bare to wash him and his clothes of any evidence, hoping to meet back with you and chat like he didn't just brutally kill a man.

Having enough of him, of the sights, and everything else, you ran as fast as you could back to the compound. Heavy breathing, branches breaking, and legs moving, you hoped your adrenaline would cary you back to your home.

You didn't look back, you couldn't. Thanks to this, your view on him changed like a coin flip, instantaneous and immediate.

This was not the same man who laughed at your bad jokes.

This was not the same man who comforted you during your rough patches.

And most certainly, this was not the same man you loved.

This was a monster, a pure evil that didn't get exorcised. An evil that rivaled Onaga, General Shao, even both Shang Tsung's.

As you ran, you heard the water move and crash, and you felt eyes on you as you ran out of the woods. You didn't care though, as long as you got out of there.

The night was scary to most people, as moonlight isn't enough for some people.

The night was a place for evil, as most of the crimes happening in the dead of the night.

And the night was Tomas's twisted joy, as he was using the shadows as his fuel for his nightly past-times.

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Morning Wind: Hooked on a Feeling

Say hello to our awkward Jakonan bounty hunter! I really wanted to give insight into her brain and the fact that her 'reservation' and 'mysteriousness' is because she's lowkey panicking in silence beneath her mask. Ironically, people just assume she's stoic like Mando, when in truth she's a bundle of anxiety.

Also yes, Hooked on a Feeling by Blue Swede is now canon and she was totally singing it in her ship.

Just a few fun tidbits about her: Asa is a middle child, she's 30, and I imagined her faceclaim being Adeline Rudolph.

Word Count: 5,173

Rating: T (violence/cursing)

Crossposted on AO3 & Fanfic.net

Docking on Nevarro was always a process. Not because there was a tower to report to or it was exceptionally difficult to find a spot on the 'tarmac', which consisted of a flat sandy dune, windswept and dotted with the sulfuric ash of the juxtaposed lava plains. Rather, mentally Asakaze found her lashes fluttering in irritation as she came back to this dry, arid, shitty planet. After a decade of making her rounds, she'd grown rather cynical and bored with her tactic for survival. Groaning, she rubbed her face in the cockpit, glowering through the tinted observation shield as she knew leaving her starship entitled getting in all of her armor and putting the kriffing mempo on. Had she not been wanted by the Empire for years, she might've taken it off, but there were still loyalists who would be able to pick her apart from other Jakonans.

Asakaze Shand was a traitor to the Empire, supplying them with bodies for years before renouncing her alliance and allegiance to the emperor. Originally, she had done it for her people, convinced that they could weather through the onslaught since the Empire was at war with the Rebel Alliance. Her anticipation was slapped right off her face and her entire clan was massacred, her escape nothing short of a miracle and only due to her abilities with her Chi. Despite the loss, House Shand was well known across the galaxy for less savory reasons and she took full advantage of their notorious reputation.

Exhaustion was the best way to explain how Asa felt, a deep bone weary existence that was the same day in and day out. Find the quarry, bring them in, get paid in credits, fuel up the ship, begin the rounds once again. What else was she to do? Even if the Empire was officially defeated, Asakaze was disgraced, no one was waiting for the Shand Shogun to return after she'd led their clan to ruin.

I was a girl. Why did they expect me to know what to do? I was barely 20.

Rattling around her, the Ryu had seen better days and without constant maintenance, routine checkups, and a mechanic's knowledgeable hand Asa was on a countdown from when the starship would kick the bucket. Pinching between her brows she didn't bother stifling her sigh as she slapped the radio on the dash, beginning her Nevarro routine. To the Guild, Ronin was an enigma beside the Mandalorian. Honestly, she didn't know how the fuck she'd managed that. Beneath her mempo, Asa was the epitome was anxiety and awkwardness. What others perceived as calm, poised reservation was actually Asa not having any idea what to say, quietly simmering behind her mask as she wanted to do nothing more than shrink into nothingness.

Voices chanting began to filter through the radio, repeating the word simultaneously before a voice broke through with a wry wistfulness. Asa rose from her seat, robes fluttering around her as she darted to the side, throwing her arms out in a futile attempt to pump herself up.

"I can't stop this feeling

Deep inside of me-"

Dropping from the cockpit, down to the hull of the ship, Asa belted the song, all but screaming it as she grabbed her armor and began forcing it on. Her eyes leered at the cryo chamber during the guitar rift, pointing toward the ceiling as the horns blared between the lyrics, almost as if she were conducting it herself. Spinning around to a nonexistent audience, Asa cocked a smile and winked - at the wall, but in her head it was a fan. In her dreamscape, Asa had been a performer and singer - reality wasn't quite as fun. Asa dressed whilst the song continued, the final lines corresponding with the mempo being set in place, her own mellow voice replaced with the oni-setting on her modulator, intentionally deep and scathing.

Frowning when the song actually ended, Asa's shoulders sagged in her kimono, and she grumbled to herself, trotting to the controls beside the dock of her ship. Despite the attempt to put a little pep in her step, this hellish repetition was all that was keeping her clinging to sanity as she spun around on a carousel that never ended, constantly having her leer out at the same faces, despite the years that had passed. Asa didn't even know when she would be ready to finally step off the carousel, but supposed her Chi would eventually guide her in the right direction, just as her father had claimed. Thus far, her Chi had done nothing but fail her. This resulted in a deep-seated cynicism in the woman. For all her abilities, they hadn't once saved her.

Asa had the worst fucking luck.

Currently, her life was testament to that - a Shogun turned bounty hunter who had to hide her face despite the fall of the Empire. Any solace she had was on the Ryu in the brief lulls between planets.

Opening the port, hands cocked on her hips, Asa let out a long sigh which did not properly register through the modulator on her mask. Although it filtered the atmosphere, she could feel the heat radiating off her skin beneath the loose kimono sleeves, the sulfur was infectious like a plague. Her entire ship reeked of it, the rotten egg stench permeating from all her attire, even the hilt of her katana. Yet another of the listless charms of Nevarro. Sauntering her way to the cantina, humming the song to herself, she untucked her arm from her kimono sleeve and levied it on the inside of the fold as she lazily trotted back into town.

Eyes traced her crimson form, wary and skittish. The irony. Beneath the folds of fabric was a lean woman, but a woman nonetheless. Her sandals gave her another few inches, giving her the appearance of being close to 5'10", a seemingly average height. In tandem with her armor hidden beneath her robes, she appeared much broader than she actually was. Sure, Asa had muscle and was a honed mercenary, but she wasn't thick or imposing. The walk was a big part of it and Asa moved with a lazy nonchalance. By this point, most people strayed clear of her path. Even when she'd first come to Nevarro, anyone who glimpsed her mempo was eager to flee before her. Originally, she'd found this amusing, but now she was growing rather sick of it. After years of it, watching people scatter like leaves in the wind was harrowing and lonely.

The cantina was a dusty hovel, filled to the brim with untrustworthy scum that Asa had come to consider acquaintances. Despite the fact they'd trade her in for a good sum of credits, they all had stories which she collected and transcribed to kanji. Poetry could be found in even the worst settings and as a Jakonan, songs and lore had never fled her heart. Her fingers itched to play her flute for an audience, but she didn't trust anyone enough to remove her mempo. Given that it had been a decade, Asa had resigned herself to accepting her fate alone. In hyperspace, only the stars listened to the song of the shakuhachi.

Grimacing beneath her mask, she noticed that Karga was exceptionally thrilled that afternoon. Usually, the only thing that made him excited was money and prospects that earned him better commission. His dark eyes brightened at the sight of her - or Ronin. Given the number of years they'd known one another, she'd established a baseline for quarries she would and wouldn't take. Imperial remnants were a no-go as were bounties that he'd doled to the Mandalorian. Given that she still owed Mando a debt, she was not keen on digging the hole further. Additionally, Asa had declined many high paying bounties when her Chi screamed in opposition. Karga poked at her, stating that 'Mando will take them' as if there was a deeper rivalry between them when there wasn't. Asa respected the Mandalorian and wanted nothing to do with him. Honestly, Mandalorians were bad news and she regretted owing a debt, but that was the way of the Bushido.

"Ronin!" Karga greeted animatedly, slapping the table that he habited since their original meeting. Asa wished it was raining now, she loved the petrichor and humidity in comparison to the heat that leeched all moisture from her, despite the folds of her kimono making an attempt to covet it. "How was your hunt?"

He didn't actually care as long as it was successful. "Ready for offload," she retorted, glancing around the sparsely populated common house. Honestly, this was one of the few rare times she'd noticed that it was this empty.

"Are you staying around for some sabacc?" Karga chatted idly, thumbing the breast pocket on his robes, eliciting her attention. Eyes tracing, she noticed the outline of a rectangle, perhaps metal, but she couldn't say.

"Depends. What do you have available?"

Her heart was humming with a caustic rhythm, searing with each thrum as she stood, unable to hear the meaningless words the Guild Master was gracing her with. Instead, the hairs on her arms raised and she drew a shuddering breath, an invisible force laying against her shoulder blades and chest, stealing the air from her chest and threatening to strangle her. Something was coming. Given the disconcerting method in which her Chi screamed, she was not willing to stick around to see what it was.

Karga had pushed a few fobs in front of him, mentioning something about the Guild lolling into an even pace and the pucks would only pace decently rather than the typical rate. Given how uncomfortable Asa was with her Chi smothering her, she swiped them up without listening to where she might have to go. "Deliver my credits to my ship. I'll wait for the offload," she instructed sternly, interrupting yet another of the man's infamous tangents as he brimmed with excitement.

"Happy hunting, Ronin!"

Now that was strange. Pausing halfway through the cantina, Asa craned her neck to glance back at the humming man. Karga had his moods, but very rarely had he ever been so earnest in his wish for 'happy hunting'. He was practical, not fanciful. Today must have been a spectacular day for him to be wishing her a successful hunt. Such chimerical encouragement was never needed for someone like Asa. She turned in her fobs within the allotted time frame and had never required 'luck' in order to do this. Given how foul her luck was, Asa was glad she was capable of acquiring her quarries. Most weren't talented in fighting and her upbringing had been in both academia and warfare. Jakon prized itself on being a civilization prepared for any challenge, be that battle in scholarly, artistic, or war pursuits.

Rather than thank him, Asa ducked her head and ignored him. Not because she was partial to being rude, but between the disquiet of her Chi and the oddity of Karga trying to imbibe luck in her favor, Asa was frowning beneath her mempo.

Usually, she might wait until the cryo slabs were unloaded, but the trembling cacophony of Chi propelled her legs out. No way in the galaxy she was sticking around while her body screeched in dismay. Rather, she carved the familiar path across Nevarro City, the only settlement on this awful planet, and her cursed prison stuck in a distorted ground hog's day rendition of hell, constantly on repeat. A headache seared in the back of her head, which she couldn't abate by touching her brow with the mempo on. Growling, her strides lengthened and she made haste back toward the Ryu.

"Ronin!" A vaguely familiar modulated voice entreated her, a rich baritone tainted by the metallic ring of the mechanics in his helmet. She had only heard it a few rare times and never in length, as the pair barely had reason to exchange conversation. Truthfully, Asa was somewhat terrified of the Mandalorian. He was a mountain of steel, only a few inches taller than her when she was in full regal, but he wasn't playing at what she had for nigh on a decade. He was the ruthless bounty hunter who'd take any quarry in, whereas she had restrictions. He was an absolute murder machine. And he was standing just a few paces behind her.

Thanking the God-beasts for her mempo, she swallowed hard and craned her neck to glance back at him, skin paling. The glare of the sunlight caught on his new armor, entirely of beskar, imbibing the unpainted silver steel with a bright reflective glow. Had her mempo not been translating the light through a filter, she might have been momentarily dazzled by the man, who was now a stunning suit of Mandalorian pride.

"Your debt."

Asa's heart skipped a beat as she gazed out from beneath the rim of her rice-hat. Even if she was disgraced, she still upheld the values of a samurai, just as her father had raised her to do. A life without any guidance was not a life at all, but simply an existence as a ghost. Despite the lucrative business that Asa now found herself in, she'd always followed her tenets. Repaying debts was one of those, recalling the snarling visage of the Wampa as it threatened to bear down on her with massive, clawed paws - to rip her limb from limb, crack her bones to drink the marrow, and feed on her flesh. Asa was about to commit seppuku to escape the pain of that demise when the Mandalorian's pulse rifle boomed so loud that she thought the entire cavern was going to collapse.

Asa had been about to die, but the only tell from that day was the ragged scar down her right armor where the Wampa's claws had snatched at her.

"I require payment."

Of all the fucking times.

Her Chi had relaxed, the eye of the storm giving her a momentary reprieve from the mystery that had upset her originally. The war drumming of her heart quieted and she stared toward the abysmal T visor of her counterpart. Two years had passed since she offered the life debt and now he was coming to collect. There was no way that Asa could refuse, even if that meant going against what her Chi was urging. A debt was a debt and could be collected when and wherever. Asa could not set the terms.

"Very well," she finally offered, her voice quiet, her vocoder transitioning her own mellow voice and making it grit like sand beneath a boot. "What do you require of me?"

"Assistance," he retorted curtly, but betrayed nothing farther. "You are not fond of the Empire?"

Not fond? The Empire that had taken her father, her people, and subsequently ravaged her home? "That's a good way to phrase it," she snorted, modulator crackling at the edges of her wry laugh, the shrugging of her shoulders more indicative of the chuckle than the noise.

"There are remnants here. They have something I want."

An arched brow was poised at no one, as her mask didn't move with the expressions her own haggard face made. Rather, she let the laziness slip into her posture as she leaned back and tapped her thumb on the pommel of her sword, tinkling the charms. "A debt may be paid in any way you see fit," she started, eyes raking over the line of the man's shoulders trying to glean more intention. "However, this seems to fall short of a life for a life." Alternatively, she would still owe him if it were as simple as killing a few Imperials. Hell, she would have done that for free.

"The Guild might have a few words with us after."

Ah. Well, now that made more sense. This mission, even for any of the other hunters who greatly disliked the Empire, would not stake their livelihood on helping Mando. Especially since many of them loathed him. Asa still had enough wits to be afraid of him and what he was capable of, but exhaled deeply enough that he caught her sigh this time. "A debt must be paid," she relinquished, wondering if her life would always chance chapter by chapter, decade by decade. Somehow, as she just passed 30, she had a feeling her body was going to begin rejecting change. Maybe it was time to get out of the bounty hunting business.

He nodded, swiftly spinning on his heel to do an about face, leaving for Asa to follow. Daylight still shining down on the city, locals milled about and stayed clear of the leery pair. A throng of distance was set between them, an invisible buffer of at least six feet maintained more by Asa than Mando. Cutting a corner into a narrow, shadowed alleyway, she was forced to close some of the space, half wondering if Mando was going to just kill her here and dump his last bit of competition out of Nevarro into one of the neighboring waste bins.

He could have done that on Hoth and he didn't, Asa reminded herself, grip still tight on her katana as she followed me into the belly of Nevarro City. With the sun dipping on the horizon, the light couldn't claw its way in between the tightly packed walls and doors. A cloak of shadows played between the walls, dancing mutely on the back of the Mandalorian's grey bucket. His cloak obscured the rest of his shiny retinue, dashed by the pulse rifle that was most certainly taller than her.

The Mandalorian was not a huge man, not in height. Being just a few paces behind him, Asa spent more time observing him than she had cared in the past, worried that he would notice her staring despite the anonymity of her mempo. He was seemingly average, his boots and helmet adding an additional inch or two, shoulders broadened by his armor just as her own made her look impressive. This was no illusion, as hers was, for the Mandalorian's armor accentuated his vitals and protected them, the beskar layers thin in comparison to hers. Despite the added padding, the Mandalorian was broad, lean as a whip, and didn't require another head of height to strike fear into any who glanced over at the impassive, nebulous T visor.

Coming to the end of the alley, Mando paused and glance both ways like a child about to cross a busy street. Warily, he continued after taking a right. Asa had never bothered coming into the city, not this deep, and she expected if her mempo wasn't filtering the air she would be able to smell the metallic reek around her. From parts to trash, inner Nevarro City was a rotting cesspool and they didn't pass so much as a soul on their secretive mission - which aside from killing Imps and acquiring something, she had no idea what it entailed.

He bent over a dumpster of scrap and Asa dared to move within a pace of him, glancing down to where his visor was set. Within was an eggshaped container, the white paint chipped and flaked, lid open. If she had to guess, she'd say it was a repulsor lift of a sort, but it was tiny and akin to a bassinet. A soft song played from the dumpster, eliciting enough of her attention that she bent down past him to touch it. Gloved fingers met durasteel and the music hitched, a gentle clarinet weeping in her ears. Chi. She knew it, as anyone with Chi had a song of their own. Otherwise, the only time she heard Chi in the form of music was during great strife or occasion, like the day that the Empire had attacked her people, the maddening roar of their death march vibrating in her brain.

"Come," Mando ordered, snapping away from the discarded pram and for a fleeting moment, she thought she noticed his shoulders sag as he released a belly deep sigh.

They scaled a building in the dull sunset light, the blue sky being chased by cotton candy pink and coral orange, turning the puffs of cloud into candy. Despite all that Nevarro lacked, there were redeeming moments - probably because she couldn't smell the sulfur, but the sky had always been a fixation amidst the obsidian and ozone.

Mando had his rifle propped against his shoulder, laying prone as she daydreamed and got away with it since he couldn't see the misty expression on her face. A solemn tap to the side of his helmet and he was listening to a conversation she couldn't hear, glaring down the infrared scope as Asa wondered what the cottony candy clouds tasted like. It had been absolutely forever since she'd had sweets like back on Jakon. She missed the red bean paste fillings and the true taste of green matcha instead of the cheap imitations she usually got her hands on.

He drew the rifle back, his thumb having been subconsciously tracing circles against the barrel as he listened on. A strange quirk that Asa noted; an odd little bit of comfort the man tried to instill in himself as they worked on recon.

With their feet back on the ashen soil of the street, they approached a dark teal door which was streaked with lines of grimy rust. The roads were never truly quiet, the din of the busier sectors a dull hum like a hive of busy worker bees who just weren't occupying this sector of the combs.

"Wait here," he directed, gesturing to the alley flanking the door.

Asa leaned against the wall, hearing the sharp rap of his fist plunking against the door, before a click and whizzing was accented by the crunch and crackle of frayed mechanical equipment. Stomping back in her direction, Mando tossed the droid's retinue on the ground and grabbed his weapon, tilting his helmet in an unimpressed manner at her candor. With the gust of an invisible wind, her muscles let out a wistful bellow and she stood up straight, reaching down toward her obi as the premonition of battle whispered delicately in her ears.

"Check the perimeter," icy fingers raked down her back like the claws of the Wampa, the poorly modulated voices of stormtroopers causing a seething rage that laid dormant for so long to come bubbling to the surface, chasing away the unpleasant chill with searing wrath. Asa did not wait for Mando to make the first move, her body moving on its own accord as the curve of her blade left the ornate sheathe.

Mando was more interested in placing a detonator than dealing with the pair of stormtroopers that had come out to scout the source of the original noise. Her approach was covered by the boom of the bomb, the browned armor of the Imps akin to weathered parchment as they turned tail and sprinted back into the building.

She was the wind through the mountains and trees, flowing as gently as a brook but could possess the ferocity of a raging river, and she was swift like flame, crackling down to embers until she was stoked with fuel. Now, she had plenty of fuel, sliding up behind the troopers who were distracted by the flashing lights, electricity guttering to just the dull winking of the emergency lighting, as many synapses and circuits had been fried in the explosion. None noticed the flap of a crimson kimono, nor the nonexistent click of her sandals as Amagumo arched, the bolts of lightning rippling gold in the flashes of sputtering light.

Katanas were made for slashing, not puncturing. Wielding one correctly took years of practice, being keenly aware of the perfect manner to arch the curve of the steel in order to achieve maximum rending capacity. Asa had always been more inclined toward the blade versus her siblings. Haku had preferred blasters. Kit with a sniper rifle. The ancient blade of their people was a symbol and tradition and rarely utilized in battle except for those who were blessed with strong Chi, like the Jedi. Otherwise, the piece of metal was useless unless utilized in close quarters.

The first figure slumped, plastoid parting like butter beneath a heated blade. Unlike a lightsaber, Tamahagane did not cauterize, and blood spurted in a macabre fountain as the neck and head slowly slid off as the body finally crumpled to its knees. Rounding on her, the second trooper raised his rifle in defense, gasping as Amagumo savagely bit into his blaster and severed it in half. With a crescent flourish, the tip of the curved blade slipped up and drove into the gorget of the trooper, Amagumo drinking its fill as the Imperial soldier gurgled and choked on his own blood, crimson basking the blade in a hellish curtain as it slowly dripped down toward the hilt.

Mando was in the hole that he had blasted, watching her fight as she withdrew her sword and wiped the blood of her enemies off on the bottom of her robes. Wearing red meant that her foes could not see the blood, be that her own or that of her enemies. By this point, Asa was so accustomed to the gore laden displays and paintings she created that the garnet pools that she stepped through had little effect on her.

A flanking door opened and Mando's helmet whipped, an arm snapping out with such precision and swiftness that Asa barely had the time to blink before the room grew hot with the light of his blaster and the trooper flopped to the floor in a plastic heap. Of course, she had known that the Mandalorian was good, but aside from their encounter on Hoth she had never seen him in action. Just the speed such a broad man moved in set her teeth on end, wondering if she would have been able to dodge or parry the hipfire had he rounded on her. Kriff, just thinking about it made her skin pallid and a cold sweat break out on the back of her neck.

Listing through the dull grey, medicinal halls of the building, Mando took the lead, as she was here as support and had no true idea what the 'thing' he wanted was. A haunting song played in her ears, which she tried to swat away like annoying gnats, but the clarinet's vibrato grew louder, but not in a good way. Instead, the melody quavered as if the musician was taking constant, trembling breaths with the inability to fill their diaphragm properly. Cool dissonant melodies, minor thirds and tritones, there was no musicality - just noise. Something was very wrong with the person who the song belonged to.

Mando knelt just on the other side of a doorway, lifting his vambrace, and shooting his whipcord launcher. Jetting out like a javelin, the forked tongue on the end hooked into the edge of a trooper's rear chestplate, the Mandalorian utilizing the leverage of his kneeling position to jerk the soldier down, retracting the grappling hook as the trooper slid back, disoriented and right into the vibro-blade waiting in the Mandalorian's other hand.

Without even glancing in her direction, Mando dropped the body and continued prowling forward. Asa paused just to glance down, grimacing at the precision of the kill. Despite being freaked out by it, she found herself highly impressed with how streamline the man's kills were. He didn't dally or take solace in what he did, rather he just pummeled through with honed experience.

She was a few paces behind him when he shot open a door, fire returned and actually finding purchase as his shoulder jerked back after his pauldron caught the brunt of the attack. While the trooper had been reacting in self-defense and in light of a Mandalorian being inside his station of duty, she knew Mando was pissed. He shot the soldier square in the chest before glaring at the spectacled doctor who tittered nervously in the corner.

If seeing a Mandalorian breaking into his lab wasn't intimidating enough, the hellish lowlight glare on her own mask made him even fainter, gripping the side of the gurney he flanked as she stared. What was this? She raked her eyes over the uniform the doctor was wearing, clearly of an Imperial officer, his hand flying out as Mando turned the barrel of his handgun toward him.

Asa couldn't hear the conversation between them, her head slowly turning as the clarinet's pitiful solo warbled in her ears. Her legs carried her on their own accord, hat tilting downward as she gazed at the source of the song. Not an adult, but a tiny green child that was unconscious and strapped into a whizzing medical machine. "Ā ko-" oh, child - she whispered, reaching to smooth over the fronds of fuzzy white hair on top of a wrinkled brow. Despite the youth, she knew that this being was much older than appearances betrayed.

"Don't touch it," Mando snapped at her, forcing her hand back as he pried the machine off the baby.

"It's a baby," Asa retorted defensively, whipping her mask up toward him to challenge the Mandalorian for the first time. "You do not know what it is."

"And you have a better idea?" he growled, leveling his blaster toward her abdomen, daring her to do any more than what had been agreed upon.

"Hai, I do, Mandalorian," Asa hissed back, but there was no time for them to argue, her Chi kicked her heart rate, plunging what had been a steady pace to a shockingly dormant state. Pupils blowing beneath her mempo she cocked her head. "We don't have time for this. More are coming."

Mando grunted his agreement and turned his blaster away from her.

"Protect the ko, I will take the lead," Asa knew that the only place they'd be able to go next was the space-port where their paths would diverge and they'd leave Nevarro for good. Still, when she glanced at the little bundle of canvas, she knew deep in her heart that she could not leave the baby with the Mandalorian in good conscious. Her father had once told her that her Chi would guide her and now she stood beside a child with such strong abilities that she'd heard his song from across the city.

Thumb tracing the ribbons on Amagumo, her free hand brushed her obi where a few other weapons were stashed. A metallic cylinder was inconspicuously tucked beside her shoto, a weapon that she'd not touched since she had acquired the title of Shogun. This was not the weapon of a samurai, but as her Chi bellowed in her chest, she knew it might be time to wield it finally. Amagumo had served her well, but her time as a samurai was coming to an end.

The child needed her.

[youngfcs]

Uma shape asiática que tenha uma cara de cu (?) De um jeito que soe meio arrogante e elegante ao mesmo tempo, que tenha entre 20 a 25.

Claro <3 vou dar opções descendentes também, certo?

Adeline Rudolph

Genevieve Kang

Im Jin Ah

Kelsey Merritt

Kim Doyeon

Lee Ji Eun

Liza Soberano

Nana Komatsu

Nicole Kang

Ryu Su-Jeong 

(cib)

[fanficst]

Férias no Havaí [PT 5/?]

PS: Antes de tudo, eu vi que bastante gente lê Férias no Havaí, então, humildemente, eu vim aqui pedir pra vocês comentarem fazendo perguntas pros personagens hdkbdks, sei que não é grande coisa, mais eu vi e gostei, então só vamo ~prevejo vácuo~ Xx ——————————————— Zhou POV ♡ ————————————— E ficamos ali, paradas, um grupo encarando o outro. -Tá bom... —Yezi foi a primeira a se pronunciar.— Segurem a Enid antes que ela tenha a alucinação de que o nosso chão é um lago. Kara então praticamente pegou a Enid no colo já que a mesma tinha paralisado olhando pro Baekhyun. -Ih viado, eu tenho cara de guindaste pra pegar Baleia? Dieta mandou lembrança viu, Sofia —Kara encarou a maknae que estava deitada de um mal jeito no sofá Eu poderia jurar que vi os meninos rirem. -Vão ficar parados ai? Vocês são altos, mas não são postes —Yeon disse se afastando com as outras. Em uns 10 minutos, estavam os 20 reunidos na sala, com a ajuda de algumas cadeiras, deu pra colocar todo mundo. -De quem é esse Unicórnio de pelúcia? —Xiumin pegou o mesmo e ficou encarando. -DE NINGUÉM —Eu disse num tom de desespero e joguei a pelúcia pra trás do sofá -É da Zhou —Yezi disse sem dar muita importância -LEE YEJI! —Berrei e enfiei a Kara (ba dum tss) numa almofada -Tá gritando meu nome por quê meu bem? Eu sou sua unnie, esqueceu? —Yezi soltou um sorrisinho maldoso -Desacreditada que a Yezi usa o fato de que é a mais velha do grupo pra se aproveitar da gente —Rosé disse -Vai se acostumando, meu bem —Nina disse -O D.O também faz isso, mas ele não tem muita vantagem por ser da Maknae Line... —Suho começou -Eu faço isso pelo bem de vocês —D.O se defendeu -Pelo seu bem... —Chanyeol corrigiu. É óbvio que tinha os casaizinhos, não é mesmo? Kara estava praticamente sentada no colo do Sehun e ele edtava fazendo cafuné nela, e Chanyeol estava sentado do lado da Adi com o braço por trás do pescoço dela. -Eu sinto que eu estou segurando a tocha Olímpica. —Yeonhyo disse se afastando de KaHun, que riu. -A culpa não é minha se o seu boy não é da mesma empresa que você —Kara disse -PARK KARA, EU NÃO TENHO BOY NENHUM! -ME ENGANA QUE EU GOSTO! —Falei— Pensa que eu não te vejo falando com aquele Ravi no Kakao? -Tô adorando a exposição tour —Yezi disse sorrindo. -Expõe mesmo Zhou, foi isso que eu te ensinei -Vocês são sempre assim? —Baekhyun disse, dando um sorrisinho. -Espero que me permita —Yezi disse se levantando, indo até Baekhyun e apertando as bochechas dele.— Ah, você é um bolinho, Baekhyun Poderia jurar pela minha mãezinha morta que vi Enid fuzilar os dois com o olhar -Noona... Isso dói. -A ogra —Eu disse. Sabe aqueles dias que vicê está com a adrenalina a mil e quer fazer coisas que sejam um risco a vida? Eu estava assim hoje. -Eu ouvi direito, Jieqiong? —Yezi me olhou como se tivesse me matando com o próprio olhar. Eu soltei uma risada nervosa. Todos riram. -AI PRA MIM JÁ CHEGA! —Gritei -QUE FOI VIADO? —Yeon se assustou -NÃO AGUENTO MAIS FICAR DO LADO DESSES DOIS SEGURANDO VELA! —Falei apontando pra Chandi, que se entreolharam -Vai sentar em outro lugar então porra, ninguém tá te impedindo —Yezi disse revirando os olhos -Ah mais é isso mesmo que eu vou fazer. Levantei, fui até Yezi, a puxei pelo braço até o meu lugar e fiz ela sentar lá, então eu voltei e sentei no lugar dele. -Que abusada. —Yezi falou bufando -Pensa pelo lado bom: Eu vi que você tava ai quase dormindo, agora você pode deitar a sua cabeça no ombro do Chanyeol e dormir. —Chozu disse simplista e todos riram da Kara que Yezi fez -Anã desgraçada. -Por quê vocês correram da gente aquela hora? —Suho perguntou. -Quando a Yeon ouviu a voz, acharam que você eram sasaengs, ninguém pensou muito e então correu —Adi disse bocejando -Agora vem a pergunta do milhão: Senhorita Siena, pode me dizer do por quê de você ter demorado pra vir? —Enid disse. Eu acho que a Enid tá estranha. Só acho -Enid, me diz quem você pensa que é pra chamar alguém de Senhorita. —Yezi disse a encarando. -Eu estava dormindo ouvindo música, Dongsaeng, ai quando eu acordei, vi que vocês não estavam ali e pensei que tinham ido pro hotel, ai eu fui tranquilamente até o hotel e dei de cara com vocês. —Ela terminou sorrindo. -Ótima fanfic, nota 4. —Yezi disse -Nem dói mais. —Siena disse. -Eu acredito na Siena. —Lay disse de repente e todos se assustaram. Siena sorriu. -QUE ISSO VIADO, SHIPPEI —Adi disse e em seguida levou um peteleco de Yezi -Aquieta o facho, que nem uma frase eles trocaram até agora. —Yezi disse e Adi fez cara de cachorro que caiu da mudança -Você sempre bate nas integrantes assim? —Chanyeol disse encarando Yezi -Ih menino, me encara assim não, eu hein —Yezi disse se abanando— E sim, eu sempre dou uns tapas nelas, as coisas sem noção que elas falam me dão nervos -Você deve ser pior que o D.O —Ele disse se ajeitando no sofá -Sabe de nada, ela usa o porão da SM pra uma sala de tort... —Enid disse mais Yeon tampou a boca dela -Enfim, obrigada, Yixing-Oppa —Siena disse sorrindo e se curvou, sentada mesmo (puta que pariu, não pensem besteira), e Lay sorriu -Agora eles trocaram uma frase, então posso shippar. —Adi disse satisfeita. Então veio um silêncio, e um silêncio agradável. -Ei, o que era o casal de plinxesos? —Chanyeol perguntou um tanto curioso pra Nina -E o que seria gore? —Sehun perguntou pra Yezi -Ai caralho... —Yezi murmurou -Sabe Chanyeol, você chama a Adi de princesa, e a gente zoa ela com esse apelido, porque achamos engraçado e tals... —Nina disse e Chanyeol assentiu fazendo um "Ahhh tá". E eu pude ouvir um "Te pego na Saída" vindo da Adi -Lee Yeji é a maior shippadora do Chandi que você respeita —Kara começou— Embora ela quisesse que o Chanyeol Oppa estivesse com outra pessoa e não com a Adeline -PARK KARA EU VOU TE ARREBENTAR —Yezi disse voand pra cima da Kara, que saiu correndo -HÁÁÁÁÁÁ ONDE EU FUI ME METER, MARILENE? —Kara disse tentando fugir de Lee Yeji e sua fúria Chanyeol pediu uma explicação com os olhos pras outras integrantes, qie falaram em coro "Não sei de nada". E, entre os meninos, podemos ver um Chen e um Baekhyun caindo do sofá de tanto rir Sehun então, se levantou e pegou Kara no colo. -Ai graças a deus —Kara falou. -Acabou com a graça —Yezi fez bico e sentou no sofá como se fosse criança birrenta. E de repente o silêncio reinou, e então, pudemos ouvir um sussurro de Adeline Ryu para Park Chanyeol "É que você é o bias dela, sabe?" Yezi olhou para Adi como se estivesse comendo o fígado dela com os olhos, vi Adi estremecer -Ei, ei —Rosamaria disse fazendo todos olharem para ela, menos Lay e Siena, por que os dois tinham saído da sala e ido para o quarto para poderem "se conhecer melhor" Yezi quis arrancar o coro dos dois, mais Suho a acalmou e Adi teve um surto de fangirl -Que foi, Rosinha? —Kara disse -Que tal fazermos um karaokê? —Ela disse batendo palminhas. -Eu imagino Chen cantando, e acreditem, não queiram ver ele fazendo High Note —Baekhyun disse divertido e Chen revirou os olhos -E não queiram ouvir a Zhou dando high note também —Nina comentou me olhando. -Que blasfêmia —Eu disse. Logo vi Chen se aproximar de mim. -Vocalista Principal? -Vocalista Principal. -Prazer, Chen —Ele disse me olhando enquanto estendeu a mão. -Prazer, Zhou —Eu disse apertando a mão dele e sorrindo também -Que afronta contra o meu coração —Adi disse colocando a mão no peito -Eu quero começar no karaokê —Kara disse voltando só sabe Deus da onde— Por isso... —Ela disse jogando em cima da gente aquelas lousas de crianças que vem com uma caneta— Vocês vão me dar nota. -Eu tenho cara de juíz, caralho? Aqui não é o Immortal Song e muito menos o The Voice —Yezi disse olhando pra lousinha -Me parece ser uma boa idéia —Suho disse sorrindo, e então se sentou ao lado de Yezi, já que Chandi tinha se mudado de lugar -Eu quero também! —Baekhyun disse animado, então, ele se levantou e fez um high five com Kara -Zhou, Chen e D.O, as notas de vocês vão valer mais por que vocês são vocalzudos —Kara disse sorrindo, e então deu um microfone ao Baekhyun -Qual vai ser a música? —Perguntei -Do jeito que Baekhyun é... —Xiumin disse baixo mais foi repreendido por Chen -Vamos colocar um hit brasileiro! Enid congelou -Ainda bem que vai ser isso, por que se fosse Despacito eu jogava vocês da sacada —D.O disse -Você teria o meu apoio —Yezi disse fazendo um high five com D.O -Eu tenho a música perfeita! —Kara disse, pegando o teclado e digitar na TV "Todo Dia" -Isso vai ser um mico maravilhoso —Chanyeol disse sorrindo -Eu já tô filmando —RosaMaria disse com uma câmera de vídeo profissional -Mais que música é "Todo Dia"? —Eu falei no meu português todo embolado -Ainda bem que eu sou a única fluente em português por aqui —Enid disse. -Eu não faço idéia de que música seja isso, mais estou animado —Baekhyun disse, sorrindo E então começou -EU NÃO ESPERO CARNAVAL CHEGAR PRA SER VADIAAA —Kara começou num português todo embolado, mais até bom -SOU TODO DIA, SOU TODO DIA —Baekhyun continuou -EU NÃO ESPERO CARNAVAL CHEGAR PRA SER VADIA, SOU TODO DIA, SOU TODO DIA! VAI! -Descendo a ladeira do meu coração, cê disse então, eu disse paixão, sabe que a minha vida é na contra-mão, cê deu condição, eu não dei perdão. —Baekhyun cantou pulando junto com Kara -Tô tão bem assim, não vem mandar em mim, não funciona assim! -Se eu te chamo na segunda, não vem quarta, não vem quinta, segunda eu tô linda, quarta eu sou cinza! —Então, Baekhyun sorriu junto com Kara— EU NÃO ESPERO O CARNAVAL CHEGAR PRA SER VADIA -SOU TODO DIA! SOU TODO DIA! EU NÃO ESPERO CARNAVAL CHEGAR PRA SER VADIA! -SOU TODO DIA! SOU TODO DIA! E então, os dois disseram juntos ao som da música -VAI! E fizeram uma pose. Todos aplaudiram e então escreveram suas notas. -Eu quero saber o que vadia significa —Baekhyun disse fazendo biquinho -Sabe que eu também? O que significa, Sofia? —Kara disse olhando pra Enid -Então... —Sofia pigarreou— Depois falamos disso, podem começar as notas, por favor. -Primeiro eu —Xiumin disse, e então mostrou sua nota, que era um 10— Vocês são muito bons, e o 8 é pelo português, 1 é pela música, 0.5 pela performance e o 0.5 restante é pelo vocal -Credo —Os dois disseram -Minha vez! —Falei animada, e então virei minha lousa, mostrando um 9.5— Tudo muito bom, mas 10 eu não podia dar, vocês desafinaram algumas vezes. -This is my moment —Yezi disse mostrando sua nota -2? —Kara gritou -Que dois o quê, caralho, isso aqui é um 6, tá cega, porra? —Yezi disse revirando os olhos— Eu gostei da música e da voz de vocês, mas nem que a apresentação fosse perfeita eu daria 10 -Eu dou um 7 e estou com preguiça de dizer os motivos —Chen disse -Eu dou um 9, pois eu achei que você realmente foram bem E então somaram as notas e Kara quase se jogou da sacada (quase como a Enid se joga num lago) por causa das notas que receberam -Tá, o que iremos fazer agora? —Rosé perguntou olhando pra todos -Ué, não vai ter mais karaokê? —Nina falou -Não. —Yezi disse Kara pareceu não acreditar no quê tinha ouvido -Como assim, Marilene? -Eu e a Rosé planejamos isso por quê sabíamos que vocês seriam os primeiros a se candidatar pro karaokê, a gente queria ver vocês pagarem mico —Yezi disse fazendo um high five com Rosé -Nina deu deslike nisso daí —Yeon disse enquanto comia um salgadinho -Fui tapeado —Baekhyun falou -ROSAMARIA, SUA TRAÍRA! ME DÁ ESSA CÂMERA JÁ! —Kara disse enquanto ia pegar a câmera, mas Rosé foi mais rápida e jogou pra Yezi -NOT TODAY, MEU BEM! —Ela falou quando Kara veio correndo em sua direção, então, Yezi ergueu os braços pra cima— Meus braços são maiores que o seus, não acredito -Aish! Que frustrante —Kara disse cabisbaixa, enquanto voltou para o seu lugar no sofá -Enfim, o que iremos fazer agora? —Sehun falou enquanto tentava acalmar sua namorada triste -Vamos pro harém móvel —Kara disse -Harém móvel... —Eu duvido que tenha isso mesmo -Não duvide da capacidade de Park Kara, meu amor —Kara falou -Um dia eu vou querer ir nesse harém. —Chanyeol disse -Pois não queria, o que tem em Seul já é bem louco, não quero nem saber como deve ser o móvel —Yezi disse -Então quer dizer que a Senhora já foi no Original? —Xiumin -KIM MINSEOK, ME POUPE —Yezi disse fazendo Kara de ofendida e fazendo o mesmo rir mais ainda -Chanyeol-Oppa... —Começou Chozu -Uh? -Qual é a sensação de ter bem mais que um 1.60 de altura? Todos riram com a pergunta de Chozu -Que foi? É uma pergunta séria, oras! -Respondendo sua pergunta... É bom, mas você sempre bate com a cabeça na parede as vezes, se não se abaixar quando for atravessar uma vez. Então, Chanyeol, Sehun e até Yezi ficar quietos -... Sério que você bate a cabeça na parede, Zie? —Nina falou, segurando o riso -Qual é, a culpa não é a minha se a expectativa de altura na Coreia pras mulheres é baixa e eu ultrapasso ela em 15 cm —Ela falou colocando a mão no queixo e então, todos riram novamente E então, a campainha tocou novamente. Ding dong, ding dong. -Tá de brincadeira com a minha cara né? —Enid disse -Agora sim devem ser sasaengs sequestradoras —Yeon disse -Yezi abre a porta por ser a líder do grupo desse apartamento —Kara disse e Yezi relevou os olhos -Se forem sasaengs sequestradoras, eu como o fígado delas e de vocês —Ela disse se levantando e indo até a porta -Agora que eu vi, por quê o resto da casa tá todo escuro? —Sehun perguntou -Longa história —Chozu disse E então, logo escutamos um grito - mais pra berro -, vindo de Yezi -VOCÊS?

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 Fanfic: Dirty

Classificação: +18 (pwp)

Sinopse: Em que Rose queria aulas extras da professora Park.

Notes: Sujeita a continuação

“É sucesso Rose, pode confiar.” Cho garantia muito convicta.

“Quantas vezes nos te metemos em alguma roubada?” Yezi continuou energeticamente gesticulando com os braços e as mãos.

Rosemarie estava com problemas, mas especificamente Inglês era seu problema.

Ela havia entrado no colégio durante o segundo ano, na época sua turma tinha aulas com uma professora substituta que fazia muito bem o seu trabalho de deixar tudo fácil para todos passarem, porém no terceiro ano a professora titular havia voltado.

E Park Kara era uma bendita professora diga-se de passagem.

Havia chegado do exterior, havia passado um ano fora aperfeiçoando seu inglês e técnicas de ensino, com seus saltos altos, cabelos perfeitos e roupas elegantes aquela mulher conseguia parar a escola quando passava.

E acabaria parando Rose naquela maldita matéria.

Kara era uma professora excelente, não se importava de repetir explicação e era muito simpática com os alunos, o problema era que Rose realmente não conseguia prestar atenção na aula da mulher e acabava viajando olhando as pernas da professora ou suas mãos de dedos longos sempre pintados de alguma cor forte.

Talvez a professora fosse sua crush, mas só talvez.

A ideia de Yezi e Cho era sem cabimento, haviam dito para Rose pedir para professora aulas extras e nas mesmas a seduzir para aumentar suas notas.

Segundo as duas ela não precisaria fazer, Kara ficaria tão constrangida que apenas lhe daria o aumento de notas coma garantia que Rose não faria mais aquilo ou contaria para alguém.

Rose estava tão desesperada que se viu ficando ao fim da aula para falar com a mulher a sua frente.

Kara era uma pessoa calma no geral por isso era muito fácil chegar na mesma para jogar conversa fora, sempre que a mesma conseguia acabar minutos antes do sinal bater ela sentava em sua mesa e conversava com os alunos banalidades ou sobre coisas importantes que aconteceram no mundo.

“Professora?” Rose chegou timidamente a mesa da mulher.

Naquele dia, graças ao bom Deus,  a mulher estava vestida em uma calça jeans azul clara e com uma blusa de abotoar amarela de bolinhas, os cabelos soltos e os lábios bem vermelhos que insistiam em desconcentrar Rose.

“Yes, miss Nam?” ela respondeu em inglês com a voz suave.

Rose engoliu em seco.

“Acho que a senhora já percebeu que eu não ando muito bem em inglês....”

“You call me, I'm too young and single to be a lady.” Kara a cortou sem erguer o olhar das folhas que juntava em sua mesa.

“Perdão?” Rose se perdeu depois do You.

Kara suspirou negando com cabeça antes de finalmente olhar para Rose com seus olhos de gato marcados pelo lápis de olho negro.

“Você, me trate por você, sei que não presta muita atenção nas minhas aulas Srta. Nam. E o que podemos fazer para mudar isso?” Kara tinha certo sotaque, falava em coreano de forma mais lenta.

Cho também tinha o costume de falar assim, afinal ainda tropeçava no idioma por ser chinesa.

“Pensei que a senhora poderia me dar aulas de reforço.” Rose sugeriu sem olhar para a mulher realmente.

Kara ponderou por um segundo e se levantou puxando sua bolsa de cima da mesa e segurando algumas pastas.

“Vamos tomar um café? Assim conversamos sobre isso sim?” ela saiu na frente.

Rose não viu outra alternativa a não ser seguir a mulher par fora, quase correu para alcançar a mesma visto que as pernas de Kara eram enormes e um passo seu eram quase dois de Rose.

Elas saíram pelo gramado do colégio até a calçada do mesmo, Rose estranhou quando em poucos segundos um carro preto virou a esquina e parou na frente de ambas. O motorista, uniformizado, saiu e abriu a porta do veiculo para as duas.

“Pois bem, o que torna minha aula tão desinteressante para você?” Kara perguntou assim que ambas viraram a esquina do colégio.

Rose havia começado seu plano.

Se ajeitou no banco fazendo sua saia vermelha subir alguns centímetros mostrando suas coxas um pouco mais do que o considerado casto pela sociedade, afrouxou o a gravata de mesmo tom e subiu abriu o primeiro botão da blusa prendendo os cabelos em um coque frouxo mostrando bem seus pescoço e clavículas.

Kara não se alterou.

“Eu não sei professora, simplesmente divago muito em sua aula, não é por mal eu garanto, a senhora é uma excelente professora não sei o que a de errado comigo.” Rose falou em um tom quase chorão.

Cho havia dito que todos os ativos no sexo gostavam de manhã.

Não sabia nem se Kara gostava da fruta, mas se gostasse com certeza seria a ativa. E se não fosse azar o dela pois Rose era passiva de carteirinha.

A mulher estalou a língua em desagrado.

“Não me chame de senhora. Conhece a Zhou?” Kara perguntou depois de um tempo.

“Creio que não.” Rose respondeu ignorando a repreenda, era força do habito.

“Oh céus desculpe, quer dizer, a professora Jieqiong de espanhol, conhece?” Kara sorriu pelo erro.

Rose piscou se abanando discretamente, havia lhe subido um calor do nada.

“Sim conheço.” ela respondeu

“Pois bem, Zhou tem uma conhecida que cursa Psicologia, podemos marcar um encontro com a mesma agora, o que acha?”

“Acho fascinante professora.” Rose fez questão de arrastar a ultima palavra mais que o normal.

E dessa vez Park Kara lhe deu um sorriso cheio de segundas intenções.

 Ryu Adeline, ou apenas Adi, era aluna do ultimo período de psicologia e por sorte havia se especializado em comportamento humano. Ela era francesa pelo que havia lhe contado, Kara e Zhou haviam sido veteranas da mesma durante a época da faculdade de ambas.

“Pois bem, estamos entre mulheres então podemos ser sinceras sim. Não tenha medo de responder minhas perguntas com sinceridade ok?” Adi lhe sorriu sentando em frente a Rose no sofá de coro preto.

Estava na casa de Kara, uma cobertura no centro de Seul que Rose duvidava muito que uma professora de sua escola pudesse manter. Sua professora estava trocando de roupa enquanto Adi lhe prestava uma pequena consulta em sua sala.

“Por que tem uma barra de Poledance na sala?” foi a primeira coisa que Rose perguntou indicando a barra instalada  perto da porta da varanda do local.

Adeline riu.

“K’ pratica, acha que aquelas pernas duras foram dadas? Não, eu e ela aprendemos junto com Zhou há anos atrás, é um exercício ótimo para endurecer o corpo. Mas podemos começar?” Adi voltou seu olhar para Rose.

“Claro.”

“É virgem?” direta e reta Adeline perguntou normalmente.

Rose quase engasgou.

“Não.” ela respondeu desviando os olhos.

“Se masturba com frequência ou tem sonhos molhados?” Adeline continuou anotando em seu bloco sem olhar para a aluna.

“Não e sim.” Rose sentia-se explodir de vergonha.

“Por que não se masturba?” Adi fez uma cara interessada enquanto anotava algo claramente achando o fato especial.

“Não vejo motivos.” Rosemarie respondeu.

“BINGO!” Adeline gritou jogando o bloco para o alto junto com a caneta.

“Adelaide pare de gritar!” Kara ralhou entrando na sala.

Ela agora vestia um short de malhar curto e solto e uma blusa azul surrada metida por dentro do mesmo, estava descalça e os cabelos presos em um rabo de cavalo.

O Deus santa fossem as pernas daquela mulher.

“Eu descobri o problema.” Adeline pareceu não perceber que Kara havia dito seu nome errado.

“Compartilhe conosco dear” Kara pediu se largando no sofá do outro lado de Roselie.

“Falta de sexo.”

“O que?” Rose gritou e Kara ergueu a sobrancelha quando falaram jutnas.

“Sim veja bem, você já transou, tem sonhos molhados e não se masturba isso quer dizer que você sente falta do ato sexual em si. Isso te distrai pois K’ é um mulherão da porra e por isso você não presta atenção nas aulas de Inglês. Acrescento que além de linda ela fode muito bem.” Adeline lia seu diagnostico em seu bloco convicta.

“Então se eu transar com ela e apagar o fogo ela presta atenção nas aulas?” Kara franziu a testa como se tentasse entender a mulher a sua frente.

“Claro que ela ainda precisaria de tutoria para alcançar a matéria atual, mas visto que você é o objeto de desejo em questão, deve da certo sim.” Adeline deu de ombros.

Rose sentia que iria morrer.

“Faz sentido, sou o objeto de desejo de muita gente.” Kara fez uma cara de aceitação.

“Meu inclusive.” Adeline deixou no ar antes de se abaixar para escapar da almofada que Kara havia lhe jogado.

“Tchau Adelaide.” Kara disse puxando a amiga pelo braço para fora do apartamento.

“O que? Sem nenhum café antes? Kara deixa eu conversar coma Rose vai ela parece ser legal...”

“Adelaide tchau, eu tenho o que fazer.” Kara continuou arrastando a menina que se debatia.

“Tipo o que?” Adi gritou já do lado de fora do apartamento.

“Ensinar a minha aluna algumas putarias e fazer a mesma implorar por mais.” bateu a porta na cara da francesa.

“Me deixa participar!” Adeline teimou no outro lado.

Porém Rosemarie se limitou a seguir Kara obedientemente até a varanda conforme a mesma a chamava com o dedo.

 Kara estava sentada na espreguiçadeira que havia no local.

A varanda na verdade era uma espécie de quintal, pois havia um deck de madeira com uma piscina e grama sintética cobria o espaço retangular, as únicas pessoas que poderiam ver algo ali eram os vizinhos do prédio ao lado.

“Gosto daqui, as vezes os vizinhos da frente fodem na varanda também, é meio que o sexo a três a distancia. Venha deite-se aqui.” Kara indicou o apartamento da frente enquanto dava tapas leves na própria perna.

Rose não conseguiu negar, o sol estava escondido de modo que o local era coberto por uma sombra e Kara sentada na espreguiçadeira ao lado da piscina virada para o apartamento da frente com um ar tão despojado era irresistível para qualquer um.

Muito sem jeito ela se viu reclinando o corpo no colo de Kara, sua barriga apoiada nas coxas da mesma e sua bunda empinada para o alto, usou seus braços para se apoiar no chão.

“Eu particularmente adoro sua bunda sabia Marie?” Kara passou a mão pela coluna da mesma parando a poucos centímetros da bunda da aluna.

Aos poucos sua saia foi sendo subida até que estivesse apenas coma calcinha – branca e com um lacinho rosa na frente que fez Rose quase morrer de vergonha por ser fio dental – a cobrindo minimamente.

“EI PARK TUDO BOM!?” um voz surgiu ao longe.

Rose virou o rosto para o lado dando de cara com os supostos vizinhos de prédio de Kara, ela só não desmaiou de vergonha pois eram dois homens e um deles estava nu da cintura para baixo sendo carregado pelos ombros pelo outro.

“E AI OH TUDO BOM SIM! TEM PROBLEMA EU TRAZER UMA CONVIDADA HOJE?” Kara berrou alisando distraidamente a bunda descoberta de Rose.

“NÃO TUDO BEM, LU E EU TERMINAMOS LÁ DENTRO, DEIXA PARA UMA PROXIMA...AFINAL SE ORGANIZAR DIREITINHO TODO MUNDO TRANSA! ATÉ BOA FODA.” o rapaz berrou entrando para dentro de casa e o que estava em seus ombros deu um tchau para as duas.

Rose retribuiu o aceno por educação.

“Vamos lá querida relaxe e torne meu trabalho fácil sim.” Kara murmurou no ouvido de Rose antes de lhe dar uma leve mordida.

“Sim...” Rose respondeu meio perdida.

“Agora pode usar o senhora , miss Nam.”

Kara apertou uma banda de sua bunda, Rosemarie soltou um miado agudo que ela tinha certeza ter sido ouvido por todo prédio, mas quem ligava afinal Park Kara estava lhe apertando a bunda.

“Me diga, algum fetiche em especial?” Kara perguntou baixo enquanto enchia as mãos com as nádegas da aluna sem remover a calcinha.

“Não tenho muita experiência para saber....”

“Mas?” Kara a estimulou a continuar soltando o ar perto da bunda da mesma.

“Talk dirty teacher please.” Rose nunca soube como recordou as palavras em inglês.

Kara riu soprado antes de deixar uma mordida em cada lado da bunda de Rose e dois tapas ardidos consecutivamente.

Virou Rose sem muita dificuldade fazendo a mesma sentar de frente para si com uma perna de cada lado da cintura de Kara, por reflexo Rose pousou a cabeça nos ombros da mesma escondendo o rosto atrás da professora.

“Então você gosta de uma coisa dirty não é? Era de se imaginar no final, quer saber Marie? Apesar das notas você sempre foi uma aluna muito boa, eu devo te recompensar não é mesmo baby?” Kara falou lentamente passando a mão pelas coxas da aluna.

Rose ergueu um pouco o corpo apenas para a professora levantar sua saia vermelha que agora era muito incomoda.

“Can I call you mommy if you want?” Rose estava começando a achar que era fluente em inglês.

“Em outro momento babygirl, agora vamos te dar um orgasmo sim? E como você foi uma menina muito boa eu vou caprichar para atender o seu pedido sim?.” Kara lambeu a orelha da mesma.

Rosemarie não se orgulhou de como gemeu, mas gemeu sim por que porra era Park Kara ali lhe apertando e prometendo um sexo gostoso.

“Vejamos os botões da minha pequena rosa.” Kara riu do trocadilho terrível.

Afastou Rose de si e soltou os botões do uniforme liberando os seis de Rose que eram cobertos por um sutiã azul bebe com babados.

“Se toque para mim.” Kara ordenou se afastando até se encostar na espreguiçadeira com uma cara relaxada.

“Eu não sei como...teacher teaches me please.” Rose pediu com a voz manhosa.

Kara foi bruta, apertou os peitos da mais nova com vontade e fez Marie ver estrelas apenas com o toque firme, em seguida a mesma retirou o sutiã da aluna jogando em algum canto e abocanhou com vontade o seio direito enquanto apertava o esquerdo.

Roselie não sabia como respirar direito e se limitava a gemer despudoramente sem ligar se iriam ouvir do andar de baixo.

“Vamos começar então, em primeiro lugar você é muito sensível sabia? Eu mal lhe toquei e você já está uma bagunça de gemidos e dengos...Parece a Adeline sabia? Posso te contar um segredo aluninha? Zhou, Adi e eu costumamos foder as vezes, é muito bom. Quem sabe eu lhe convide se me impressionar agora o que acha?” Kara sorria maldosa.

Rose sentiu algo começar a molhar e reparou que era sua calcinha, a ideia de dormir com sua professora de espanhol era excitante e com Kara lhe tocando daquele jeito era melhor ainda.

“E como eu te impressiono? Vai me ensinar?” Rosemarie não sabia de onde saia tanta coragem.

“É bem fácil, só geme e se abre pra mim”

Rose sentiu a pressão cair naquele momento.

“Vamos seu estado aqui em baixo com essa pequena brincadeira...Como esperado, molhadinha para mim não é mesmo? Mas hoje eu vou apenas te ensinar querida.” Kara pegou uma mão de Rose e a guiou para de baixo da saia da estudante.

Rose quase berrou quando Kara forçou o dedo da própria para dentro de si sem aviso algum.

“Rebola” a mais velha estalou um tapa na coxa da mesma.

E Rose rebolou, era estranho rebolar com o próprio dedo enfiado em si mais não deixava de ser prazeroso e tudo ficou melhor quando Kara começou a lhe falar baixarias ao pé do ouvido.

“Coloca mais um dear eu sei que cabe mais um não cabe? Sei que você quer, mais fundo, mais forte...Você me quer, mas vai ter que merecer primeiro, vamos coloque mais um.”

E Rose colocou o segundo dedo quase engasgando com a própria saliva.

“Oh que menina boa essa minha aluna, mas tem certeza que não cabe mais nada? Talvez um terceiro dedo? Se colocar o terceiro eu juro que faço gostoso da próxima vez.” Kara continuava a ditar olhando fixamente para os olhos de Rose.

E foi ali que Rosemarie Nam perdeu a cabeça e enfiou mais dois dedos dentro de si fechando um total de quatro dedos.

Kara gostou pois lhe deu uma apertada na bunda que levou Rose ao inferno em poucos segundos.

“Me surpreendeu, mas acho que você já deve ser bem alargada não é mesmo? Deve pensar muito em mim, lhe fodendo a noite toda, marcando você e dizendo que é a minha favorita não é mesmo? Ah Rosemarie você pode gozar a qualquer momento mais antes me de um segundo. Vou até a cozinha, enquanto eu estiver fora quero que deite na espreguiçadeira e se abra para mim, tire seus dedos de dentro de você e se toque pelo corpo sim?” Kara não esperou a resposta.

Rosemarie sentiu seu corpo ser jogado na espreguiçadeira facilmente e atendeu o pedido da mais velha se abrindo no móvel sem ligar para o vizinho da frente e retirando os dedos de dentro de si.

Terminou de descer a calcinha pela perna e começou a apertar os próprios seios com vontade gemendo feito uma puta e pouco ligando para o fato.

Kara voltou rapidamente, trazia um pote nas mãos, a mulher se joelhou em frente a espreguiçadeira ficando bem de frente para as pernas abertas de Rosemarie e sorriu.

“Em outra ocasião vamos foder esse cu para eu lhe dar um beijo grego bem gostoso sim? SeHun e LuHan já fizeram isso comigo algumas vezes, me ensinaram a técnica e maravilhoso eu garanto. Mas agora, vamos focar nessa coisinha contraindo por atenção.” Kara sorriu colocando o pote que trazia nas mãos entre as pernas de Marie, mas especificamente em frente a vagina da mesma.

“O que vai me ensinar?” Rosemarie perguntou curiosa.

“Você vai me provar que é uma boa menina sim? Quero que pense na coisa mais excitante que conseguir e goze forte.”

Rose fechou os olhos e imaginou ela e Adeline deitadas lado a lado se beijando loucamente enquanto em sua frente a professora de espanhol e a professora de inglês observavam ambas com rostos satisfeitos por estarem sendo boas meninas.

Ela gozou.

O pote foi melado com o liquido da mesma.

“Perfeito.”

Kara pegou o pote e ofereceu a Marie indicando que era dela de agora em diante.

“E agora?” a aluna perguntou ofegante.

“Você guarda esse pote, vai ao meu banheiro, toma banho, eu te deixo em casa, nos vemos amanhã na escola e começamos suas aulas de reforço. Não se preocupe, vou falar com Zhou e com Adi e quando nos encontrarmos para foder em grupo traga o pote.”

 Rosemarie riu alto em expectativa, no fim suas amigas estavam certa, não tinha como dar errado.

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.Piano man

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Hey, cara do Piano! Eu estou pronta para a ação, e você? Está pronto para a perfeição?

AUTORA: ~honey

A sociedade esquecia de todo o passado e agora olhava para o futuro.

Conversas chatas e caras insensatos, sempre a mesma coisa. Nada de novo neste lugar.

A voz de Jieqiong ecoava pelo grande local. Ela era uma bela e talentosa cantora, e quando o assunto era ela, ninguém poderia discordar que sua voz era a de anjo.

Mas tudo estava se tornando monótono. Era sempre a mesma coisa. Eu realmente não entendia a felicidade e empolgação de Yoona e suas amigas.

— Ouvi dizer que Sistar irá se apresentar logo depois de Jieqiong. — Taeyeon disse, com uma certa dificuldade de pronunciar o nome da chinesa.

Ao ouvir isso da loira, Tiffany se animou de repente. Era de se esperar, já que uma das dançarinas era sua amiga íntima: Adeline Ryu, a francesa.

Jieqiong desceu do palco com um sorriso brilhante. Por alguns segundos, as luzes se apagaram e logo Sistar teve seu foco. As quatro dançarinas se posicionaram no palco de madeira, com sorrisos simples no rosto.

Um agradável solo do pianista começou a tocar e as quatro começaram a dançar, chamando a atenção de todos no lugar, menos de mim. Minha atenção estava voltada no pianista de cabelos loiros.

Um pianista que não se encaixava aqui, tão belo… quando seus dedos brancos tocaram as teclas, meus olhos já estavam bem abertos.

Minha sorte é estar tão perto do cara do piano. Seus olhos se mantinham fechados, e ele tocava o piano perfeitamente bem.

O pianista e suas mãos dançantes, seus movimentos corporais são imprevisíveis.

Quando seus dedos deslizaram sobre as teclas, tive pensamentos impuros, meu coração acelera, mas o que eu posso dizer?

 O que esse pianista tem, para me deixar tão encantada?

Perto daquele pianista, nada mais tem graça, meus olhos estão concentrados apenas naquela figura de cabelos loiros.

A última melodia, eu quero que seja apenas entre você e eu. 

Ah, cara do piano, meu maior desejo é só nós dois nesse lugar. Pois querido, você será meu.

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[spoiler= SISTAR][centro][img][/img][img][/img] SISTAR é a terceira unit do Star Tabby. Com um estilo dark e sexy e seus vocais, essa unit sempre fará seu comeback durante o verão. [/centro] [spoiler= integrantes] [centro][img][/img] Representante: Bora (Sistar) Adi, The Sirius Dream Nome Completo: Adeline Ryu Posições: Líder, Vocalista Principal, Dancer Principal.[/centro] [centro][img][/img] Representante: Dasom (Sistar) Kara, The Dark Queen Nome Completo: Park Kara Posições: Sub-líder, Visual, Vocalista Principal e Dançarina Líder. [/centro] [centro][img][/img] Representante Secundário: Hyorin (Sistar) Rosé, Nome Completo: Rosemarie Nam Posições: Rapper Principal, Vocalista Líder e Dançarina Guia.[/centro] [centro][img][/img] Representante: Soyou (Sistar) Siena, The Happy Virus Nome Completo: Myoung Siena Posições: Face, Vocalista Líder, Rapper Líder e Maknae.[/centro][/spoiler] [centro][img][/img][/centro][/spoiler]

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.PARA TODO O SEMPRE

GRUPO: Star Tabby

SHIPP: ZhoDi / Zhou Jieqiong & Adeline Ryu

Toda promessa deve ser cumprida, e depois de 5 anos de namoro e uma tragédia acontecer com Adeline, Zhou cumpre a promessa que prometeu, iria ficar com Adeline para todo o sempre.

AUTORA: ~moon

ZHOU POV’S ON

“ㅡ E será para todo sempre? ㅡ Adi disse com um lindo sorriso.

ㅡ Para todo sempre. Eu prometo.ㅡ respondi dando um selar em sua testa, e por fim adormeço com ela em meus braços.“

Com certeza hoje é o melhor dia da minha vida, eu e Adi vamos ter um jantar, ela está no trabalho e disse que quando chegar irá me trazer um presente.

Hoje fazemos 5 anos de namoro.

Ela irá voltar do trabalho às 19:30, agora são são 17:45, tenho pouco tempo para preparar o belo jantar que tenho em mente para fazer para minha amada.

Levanto do sofá com um grande sorriso no rosto, Adeline trabalha em um escritório o dia inteiro e chega em casa cansada, até sentar numa cadeira mais confortável faz com que o dia dela mude.

Com calma, vou até a cozinha, abro os armários e pego os ingredientes para fazer uma macarronada, coloco a panela com água no fogo e vou pegando tudo o que faz parte da receita.

[…]

Quase terminando! já são 19:07, daqui a pouco ela chega, tenho certeza que vai amar tudo!

Mais um detalhe aqui e outro ali, acendo as velas da mesa e coloco os pratos na mesma, Adi ama jantar à luz de velas, mesmo não sendo frequente aqui.

Eu a amo tanto, sofri tanto para chegar onde cheguei e aqui estou eu, prestes a ver o rosto que mais me faz feliz, mal posso espera-la para te-la em meus braços o mais rápido possível! Eu a amo tanto…

Sou despertada de meus devaneios pelo toque alto do meu celular, olho o nome de quem me liga e fico surpresa.

ㅡAdi?ㅡ escutei um barulho de gritos ao fundoㅡ está tudo bem?ㅡ minha voz ficou claramente alterada.

ㅡJieqiongㅡ ouvi ela fungar e arregalei os olhos, mesmo que ela não visse ㅡ eu te amo, ta bom? Se algo acontecer comigo saiba que eu te amo! ㅡ ouvi ela chorar.

ㅡ Ya! Por que está chorando? o que está acontecendo?ㅡ Querida… invadiram a empresa! Homens armados estão aqui, estão nos fazendo de reféns e… AH, ESTÃO ATIRANDO NAS PESSOAS! NÃO TEM COMO ESCAPAR! ㅡ ouvi ela gritar e chorar, ouvi os barulhos de tiro pelo celular e aquilo me desesperou e por impulso saí correndo de casa, tentando ir em direção ao trabalho de Adi.

ㅡ Me escuta, fica comigo aqui, eu estou chegando para te salvar ㅡ disse determinada e com a voz um pouco trêmula ㅡ Não desliga o telefone… por favor…ㅡme peguei chorando e rapidamente limpei as lágrimas rapidamente esperando o sinal abrir para eu poder atravessar. 

ㅡEu não vou desli… ZHOU! ㅡ fiquei desesperada ㅡ ZHOU EU TE AMO! SAIBA QUE MORRI TE AMANDO! E QUE VAMOS FICAR JUNTAS PARA TODO O SEMPRE ㅡ um disparo foi escutado do outro lado da linha, meu coração apertou ao não ouvir mais sua voz.

ㅡEu também te amo, Adeline.ㅡ falei com os olhos cheios de lágrimas na esperança dela responder.

O celular foi desligado.

Sentei ali mesmo onde estava, na calçada, coloquei as mãos na minha cabeça e foi aí que bateu o desespero, eu perdi o amor da minha vida.

Como eu iria viver agora? Ela não pode ter partido, eu a prometi que ficaríamos juntas para sempre.

Mas eu posso cumprir isso.

Eu estou desmoronada, eu perdi a pessoa mais importante para mim, ela era que sabia de todos os meus segredos, das minhas lágrimas e dos meus sorrisos, ela só não sabe como viveu isso tudo comigo.

Ela fez parte da minha vida.

Mas vou realizar a promessa que fiz a ela.

Sem pensar em nada, apenas em Adeline, em seu belo rosto, belo corpo, belo sorriso e belo jeito de ser, me levanto da calçada que estou e vou atravessando a rua, lágrimas estão descendo de forma descontrolada, mas nada disso importava, eu estaria com Adi.

Vou andando em passos lentos, não tenho pressa para atravessar a rua.

Até porque eu não vou chegar no final dela.

É como se eu estivesse ouvindo as batidas do meu coração, e agora, escuto um barulho de buzina, e essa é a ultima coisa que eu escuto antes de sentir um grande impacto em meu corpo e o mesmo ser arremessado para longe.

E Adeline, essa é a ultima pessoa que eu penso antes de minha vida acabar.

Promessa cumprida, meu amor.

Vamos ficar juntas, para todo o sempre.

ZHOU POV’S OFF

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.acabe com essas flores

GRUPO: Star Tabby

SHIPP: SieDi / Myoung Siena & Adeline Ryu

Siena só queria se livrar daqueles lírios e do amor que sentia por Adeline Ryu

AUTORA: ~biny

    SIENA POV’S

    Eu gostaria de ter me declarado antes de ser sufocada por pétalas que insistiam em ocupar todo o espaço existente dentro de meus fracos pulmões.

    Sempre senti prazer em admirar a sua estonteante e chamativa beleza de longe. Sinto que a cada dia que se passa, eu me sinto mais e mais viciada por você. Seus doces olhos, que estavam sempre brilhantes, não hesitavam em se virar para o próximo e ajudá-lo em qualquer coisa. Adeline Ryu era o ser humano mais amável que eu já havia conhecido em toda a minha curta vida.

     Ao passar do tempo, meu sofrido amor por Adeline ia crescendo cada vez mais, igual a quantidade de flores que teimavam em sair,  rasgando minha garganta, tornando a dor mais dolorosa do que já se podia aguentar. Eu amava tanto Adi que nem me  incomodei com a quantidade de pétalas que saiam de minha boca. Meu amor estava me cegando.

    Soube que você está apaixonada. E o pior é saber que esse seu sentimento é recíproco. Eu não quero que sofra como eu estou sofrendo. Ver você feliz é magnífico, ver você feliz me deixa feliz. Joo Kyul Kyung é uma garota de sorte por ter alguém como você por perto. Ela tem sorte por ter conseguido o seu amor.

     Esse sentimento está me fazendo mal. Eu quero esquecer você, eu quero não te amar mais, eu queria nunca ter me apaixonado por Adeline Ryu.

     Os lírios estão saindo cada vez maiores e cheios de sangue. Isso está me sufocando, está me machucando. Eu estou morrendo, Adeline. E isso é sua culpa.

     Posso dizer que eu amei tanto Adeline Ryu que eu acabei morrendo apenas por amar demais.

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