#ahra|interaction.

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @vvhimsicals based on strange land featuring ahra.

it was unconscious. her hand reached for their hand, their little fingers caught and then the touch sent her reeling. remembering that she wasn't allowed to do that anymore. clearing her throat, ahra shook her head. "sorry. just... habit."

[springbreezc]

♡ — for @cinnamcroll | continued from here

when the raid had been planned, minjae had been debriefed. his ex-girlfriend being involved had come as a shock, but once the surprise had quelled, he had let elixir's men go through with seizing the information under the condition that ahra remain unharmed. perhaps he should have known that she would somehow track it all back to him. they both had been underestimating each other. "you asked about twenty questions in that little diatribe of yours," minjae mentioned pointedly, his own tone lacking any sort of inflection. "and i'm actually not obligated to answer any of them. particularly not in public like this where someone might overhear and misunderstand. you never offered me the truth, so why should i give that to you know? more importantly, if you are so good at mining for data and information, then you should be able to figure it all out on your own, right? but i will save you the trouble with some of it. if you dig around, you will find that my birth certificate lists no father and that my mother was a jane doe. i would recommend that you accept that as the truth, as you are wading around in dangerous territory, ahra." and the irony was that he was attempting to protect her from all of that, while all the while she had been involved anyway.

[stxrslisten]

closed starter for ahra ashway — @jadedblud

Suho kept pacing in the space he had assigned to be his office, he kept walking from the papers, returning to pick them up and reading them, over and over, as if he would find between the lines something, something he could use. at that point he would give anything, his magic, his positione, even his soul, if it meant sending the autumn court home. "ahra, i beg you come in here simply to check in, i cannot handle anything more on my broken worn out plate." he sighs, putting his hands on his hips turning his tired eyes from the scattered papers on his desk. "you have all my attention."

[liquidstar]

WOW I FINALLY FINISHED THIS SET. There were a lot of things I wanted to get right for them so I took some extra time but hopefully it was worth it! The guild for this set is Cobalt Heart- a guild with focus on maritime missions, lead by (of course) guildmaster Neptune. There was no other planet I could've picked for his namesake lol. They're the guild I jokingly call the most jockish, but some moreso than others. I really do hope I did all the characters justice, but if you wanna know more about the individual members, it's under the cut as usual!

Name: Neptune

Name Origin: The planet named for the god of the ocean

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 52

Guild rank: Guildmaster

Weapon: Trident

Ethos (Power): Ocean wave (Control over water- stronger with sea water)

Flaw power is based on: Originally based on his overly relaxed go-with-the-flow nature, but since becoming a father and guildmaster he's matured, and his power grew from simple wave control to more powerful control over the ocean's water. Waves aren't always peaceful, but he's become someone who understands their power and the responsibility needed for it.

Notes: If it's unclear, the marks on his chest are meant to be top surgery tattoos, but in cool wave shapes!

Name: Triton

Name Origin: Neptune's moon, aptly named for his son

Pronouns: He/they

Age: 24

Guild rank: 4 star

Weapon: Twin sai

Ethos (Power): Ocean breath (Underwater breathing as well as other aquatic adaptions)

Flaw power is based on: His ardent wanderlust, especially in regards to the ocean. They literally cannot leave it alone despite any possible better reasoning, which is when it becomes a problem.

Notes: Was his other parent a mermaid or did they just do the fish thing on their own? The world may never know.

Name: Otrera

Name Origin: A trojan asteroid named after the queen of the Amazons

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 32

Guild rank: 5 star

Weapon: Brass knickles

Ethos (Power): Preflexes (Hightened reflexes)

Flaw power is based on: Her overly-guarded and cagey nature.

Notes: But her brass knuckles are pink so its quirky when she knocks your teeth out.

Name: Naos

Name Origin: A star whose name means "ship"

Pronouns: He/him

Age: 21

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Modified crutches

Ethos (Power): Helm (He can change the direction of inanimate objects. It's not limited to projectiles, he can change the direction of objects while they're in someone's hand too.)

Flaw power is based on: His avoidant tenancies, especially where more serious responsibility is concerned.

Notes: Honestly? Joined the guild to boost his playboy status.

Name: Aitne

Name Origin: One of Jupiter's moons, named after the personification of Mount Etna, a stratovolcano

Pronouns: They/them

Age: 27

Guild rank: 4 star

Weapon: Spiked gauntlets and armor

Ethos (Power): Molten Core (Lava manipulation)

Flaw power is based on: Their brash and destructive nature.

Notes: Likes all their food to be charred.

Name: Ariel

Name Origin: A moon or Uranus, named after an air spirit!

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 16

Guild rank: 2 star

Weapon: Baton

Ethos (Power): Harmony (Perfect balance on anything)

Flaw power is based on: Her own difficulty maintaining emotional balance under stress

Notes: She's a gymnast! And even though I didn't make the character named "Ariel" a mermaid, you can still see a scale pattern in her leotard!

Name: Maru

Name Origin: A white dwarf whose name means "Sky." It's orbited by the planet Ahra.

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 18

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Claymore sword

Ethos (Power): Sky walking (She is capable of interacting with air as if it were a tangible object, creating leverage for herself to walk and balance on as if it were solid)

Flaw power is based on: Her somewhat vain tendency to place herself above others

Notes: Complete and utterly confident she's the cooler twin

Name: Ahra

Name Origin: A exoplanet whose name means "Ocean." It orbits the star Maru.

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 18

Guild rank: 3 star

Weapon: Claymore sword

Ethos (Power): Wave riding (Creation and control of tidal waves to ride on, as if she was surfing them with no board. But she does have to be on them.)

Flaw power is based on: Her arrogance and recklessness

Notes: Completely and utterly convinced she's the cooler twin.

Name: Pipoltr/Pip

Name Origin: A star named for "a bright and beautiful butterfly."

Pronouns: Whatever really?

Age: 8

Guild rank: 1 star

Weapon: Giant lollipop

Ethos (Power): None yet!

Flaw power is based on: N/A. This doesn't mean they're flawless, but until their power develops they're really just here to go on fun little adventures.

Notes: This child hangs around with sailors all day long. The words they know....

[thevictoryofthepeople]

The Softest Petal Interaction | Ahra & Aria           ✐ Continued from [ X ] | @drew-a-tanaka​ ✐

           “Teach you?” she gasps. “What am I, your mom?” The laughter bubbles out of her as she shakes her head at her friend. “You’re such a goof, I swear. Following a recipe isn’t hard. You can do it.”

[lgcmanager]

LGC BABYSITTING SERVICES

SCHEDULE TYPE: ONE TIME GIG

following several weeks of casting with KBS N PLUS, the main PD of the show has selected over 40 participants for the second season of LGC BABYSITTING SERVICES.

individually, trainees have been notified of  their participation in the show, day of filming, place of filming and their partner. KBS has confirmed a  payment of 603,000 KRW for participation (due to split income with the  company, trainees will be paid 301,500 KRW each).

this time around, trainees will be helping at various DAYCARE CENTERS. they will be spending the afternoon with a group of 5 children aged from 3 to 5 years old.

here are the groups:

TSAI SUNISA x GEUM DANBI

NAM JUEUN x JUNG WOOBIN

JO JIWOO x SON SEOLMI

SEO YUMI x HWANG SORI

YOON ARIA x PARK SAMUEL

MOON JOSHUA x SHIN YESEO

MOON AHRA x KIM JINSEO

CHWE HUNJI x LEE AARON

HAN ALLIE x CHOI JUNKYU

SON ALEC x OH GITAEK

KYO MIYEON x LI ZIMENG

HWANG MINJUN x LEE HANBYUL

SHIN YEJUN x PONGSAK TEERAT  

JUUL LUKAS x JEON HAEUN

SON NABI x  PARK SARANG  

KIM JINAH x BANG SOOKYUNG             

KOIZUMI TSUKI x PARK HAEIN          

TECHAAPAIKUN KIT x YANG AERI             

PONGSAK ARINYA x OKAMOTO AKIRA 

HAN WOOSUNG x KIM JUNGHWAN

IMPORTANT: as written in the requirements, the thread has to be when the cameras  ARE rolling, please do not write threads during breaks or off camera,  the goal is to write about what the viewers are likely to see. of course, all interactions should remain friendly.

REQUIREMENTS

you have until APRIL 24, 11:59PM EST to complete the following requirements using the hashtag #lgc:babysittingservices.

ONE THREAD with your partner(s) while the cameras are rolling. for every four/six replies  (two per mun) you’ll receive 3 VARIETY AND 2 NOTORIETY up to 9 VARIETY  AND 6 NOTORIETY.

ONE SOLO of 200+ words,  in which your character comments on their babysitting experience for 5 SKILLS TO DISTRIBUTE AS YOU WISH AND 2 NOTORIETY.

please submit the following form ONCE on the points blog before APRIL 24, 11:59PM EST.

TITLE: MUSE NAME · LGC BABYSITTING SERVICES – THREAD: + (#) variety, + (#) notoriety [ LINK ] – SOLO: + 5 ( skill points distribution ), +2 notoriety [ LINK ]

[pr-niccolo]

“Ei, pare de morder seu lábio…”

Aquela era uma mania que não entendia muito bem e nem sequer notava estar fazendo: Niccolo passava metade do seu tempo enquanto estava pensativo mordendo o lábio. Por isso, franziu o cenho quando percebeu o que a garota lhe havia dito. Estava fazendo de novo. Mordia o inferior com tanta força que o mesmo chegava a estar avermelhado. Simplesmente fechou um dos olhos, sorriu e fez um coraçãozinho com a mão, se compadecendo da menina.

“Mi dispiace. Não tinha percebido que estava fazendo isso de novo…”

[guidesdead]

beliefs. 

leyla’s spirituality shapes most of what she does and how she perceives things, hence it is important for me to explain the core of it. i’m probably going to write more as time goes on, HOWEVER, this is not meant to be an insult to your or your muses’ beliefs, character, etc. (obviously). these are simply how leyla’s occult education and experience shaped her personal path. i interact with a lot of non-human muses so i wanted to provide leyla’s perspective. 

she is a devotee of the Queen of the Witchblood, Hekate. Hekate is the Queen of Hell, Heaven and Earth. her throne is in her realm past the Void. it was hekate who came to consciousness from the darkness and birthed light; the morning star. (more on this later.)

leyla takes her devotion and her practice rather seriously. she gets up an hour earlier just so she has enough time to pray and meditate. most of her evenings are spent in deep trances or in prayer. her house is filled with statuettes, incense, candles and books. 

through her own experience, she has settled in a practice that frequently works with the qliphotic and draconian currents (aka sitra ahra/nightside/the netherworld and the draconian deities). it leans towards the left hand path more than rhp. 

while she enjoys working with other entities/beings, she has no intentions to devote herself to a deity other than Hekate. her astral form bears the mark of Hekate on her forehead which glows pale blue. 

leyla accepts all belief systems as valid. everyone is unique and everyone has a unique path that suits them in their current lifetime. she accepts the existence of all gods, including yahweh, however she does not believe yhvh to be the sole creator, sees him more as a usurper. even as a child, she had difficulty accepting the idea of one, sole god who is all-powerful.

her leaning towards a “darker”/”more rebellious” type of practice does not mean she is a luciferian or a satanist (although, she does not view either as necessarily ‘negative’). she is pulled towards “darker” themes because death, spirits, shadows, madness have always been a part of her life. she believes that through such practice one can still help other as well as liberate themselves. 

[btsbloodtearssquees]

From Fourth Grade - Part One

Requested~ 1

If only you weren’t so clumsy...

“Ahra, Ahra, hold my hand” you said, repeating yourself several times to be sure the five year old heard. Eventually she acknowledged that you’d spoken and reached up to take your hand.

“Where are we going?” she asked, looking across the road at the school building. It was completely unfamiliar to her, but it was where you had spent all your years of high school. It was smaller than you remembered it being - though you were fairly certain you hadn’t grown since you were 14.

“This is where I went to school” you told her. “All the people I went to school with are meeting here again to see each other again.”

“Why?”

“It’s just something grown-ups like to do for some reason” you said with a slight sigh, glancing up and down the street before leading Ahra across.

“Are your friends there?”

“None of the ones you know” you said, lifting her up and carrying her the rest of the way. Normally you wouldn’t carry her about, after all, she was almost 6 and fully capable of walking about herself, but you felt the need to keep her as close as possible. Almost like a shield against all the people you would rather not actually see again from your graduating class.

Which brought you back round to the question as to why you were actually attending the class reunion. You weren’t in contact with anyone from high school anymore, and you lived hours away from the area you’d grown up in. You didn’t even study what you had been passionate about for those few years, or work in the field you had wanted to. Being the single mother meant you couldn’t be picky about what kind of work you did. If it got her fed, it was worth whatever gruelling hours or monotonous activities.

So why were you even there? Maybe you wanted to be reminded of simpler times. Of times where your greatest worry was not being able to study enough for your upcoming tests, unlike the present day in which you swore you were going grey over the anxiety of having sufficient food, paying bills and keeping grasp of your dingy apartment. High school seemed like a breath of fresh air compared to what you coped with now. Perhaps you wanted to be reminded that simpler things and emotions did exist.

“Will there be food?” Ahra asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. Trust your daughter to only want to know about the food.

“Probably.”

“Will it be nice food?”

“Of course” you said, somewhat distractedly as you caught sight of the flow of people moving into the school gym. Your graduating year had seemed so small when you were actually in it and new the people, but now you were realising that so many people were unfamiliar. There were couples and young families making their way towards the doors, and very few people had names attached in your memory.

“Will there be cupcakes with pink icing?” Ahra asked skeptically, naming her most favourite food in the whole world. In her mind, the food at a party or gathering wasn’t worth even looking at if her precious cupcakes with pink icing were available.

“I’m not sure” you had so say, setting her back on the ground to lead her by the hand. “Promise me you’ll be a good girl.”

The last thing you wanted was for her to embarrass you in front of everyone you used to know.

“I promise” she chimed obediently. So far, so good then, she usually didn’t bother to respond.

“Alright, let’s go in then” you said, taking a deep breath and leading her through the doors. Almost immediately, you were confronted by another woman you barely recognised, greeting people to hand out nametags There were even smaller ones for any children brought along, and even special ‘spouse’ tags.

“Name please” the woman said with a wide smile that looked a little more horrifying the longer you looked at it. It looked like she could eat a small child or a puppy. You almost laughed at your own thought but managed to pull yourself back into the illusion of adulthood.

“Y/N” you said, keeping a firm hold of Ahra as the woman went through the nametags until she found yours.

“Here you are, and what about you, sweetie?” she asked, leaning down to look at Ahra. You found yourself praying silently that your daughter wouldn’t say or do anything to offend the woman with the crazy smile. “What’s your name? We’ll put it on a sticker for you to wear.”

“My name is Ahra” your daughter said, thankfully using a respectful tone.

“Here you are then, sweetie” the woman said, writing her name out, making sure to put a heart beside it before handing it to Ahra with a flourish.

“Thank you” she said politely, putting it on her shirt as you led her away. You were relieved her good behaviour seemed to be holding up, though you could have sworn you heard her mutter “I’m not your sweetie” under her breath.

Ahra was not at all fond of strangers.

“Eomma, can I go look for cupcakes?” she asked immediately upon seeing the tables of food set up.

You hesitated, not sure if you wanted to let her wander alone in a crowd of people you didn’t really know anymore. But seeing all the other children running about, you decided to trust the little girl. “Alright, but make sure you behave. No fighting, no being greedy with the food and no going anywhere with strangers, okay?”

“Okay” Ahra agreed before disappearing towards the food.

The moment she was gone you felt like any familiarity you had had just been stripped away. It didn’t matter how many time you had been in that very same gym for a sports class or a school assembly before. That was all in the past. Now it was a foreign place to you, somewhere you did, but also didn’t, belong.

You stood awkwardly in the corner, pretending to look at your phone. Occasionally you’d look up to make sure you could still see Ahra somewhere in the room, but those looks were brief and ended immediately upon seeing her. You would rather spend as little time looking at all the people who still spoke to each other every day pretending they were able to interact with former schoolmates.

You were beginning to get antsy after scrolling through all your notifications for the tenth time, having no idea what to do with yourself. You could see some people you knew, some you were even pretty close to during your teenage years. But none of them had made the effort to approach you, instead staying in their own cluster of laughter and enjoyment.

You did briefly consider going up to them yourself, but in the end you just couldn’t do it. You hadn’t spoken to most of them in years. If they didn’t come to you, they obviously didn’t want to. “Maybe I should just go” you murmured to yourself, pushing your phone into your pocket and looking about for Ahra.

You couldn’t see her. Biting the inside of your lip slightly, you raised up on tiptoes and craned you neck to look about the crowd. She wasn’t near the table of food and you couldn’t make out her bouncing pigtails among the hoards of other children. “Ahra?” you said, trying not worry. She wasn’t exactly a baby anymore.

“She’s probably just somewhere I can’t see her” you reasoned with yourself, beginning to make a circuit of the gym.

Little did you know she had accidentally made her way outside.

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“Hey, what are you doing out here all alone? Where’s your Eomma?” a voice suddenly asked Ahra as she sat drawing in her notebook. She looked up to see a man looking down at her with a friendly smile. A stranger.

Ignoring him, she turned back to her drawing.

“Are you lost?” the man persisted, crouching down beside her.

“I don’t want to talk to you” Ahra said brusquely.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re a stranger. Eomma says not to speak to strangers” Ahra said, closing her book and putting it back in her bag.

“Is your Eomma at the class reunion?” the man asked, glancing back at the hall.

“Yes. I’m going now.”

Ahra stood up, swinging her bag onto her shoulders and walking in a straight line for the door. She had decided to just go straight to you to protect her from the a strange man who kept talking to her.

“What’s your Eomma’s name?” the man continued, following after her. “Perhaps I’m her friend.”

“Eomma said she had no friends” Ahra said, turning to face him and looking at him stubbornly.

The man knelt down, looking at her curiously. The shape of the little girl’s eyes and lips, even the way she pushed out her chin when being stubborn, it all reminded him of one person.

You.

“Is your Eomma’s name Y/N?” he asked slowly.

A surprised look took over Ahra’s face as she now observed him with curiosity. “Do you know Eomma?” she asked. “How do you know her name?”

“I knew her at school, we grew up together” he said. “My name is Taehyung, what’s yours?”

“Ahra” she responded, “I have to find Eomma now.”

“Yes, your Eomma will be missing you. What about your Appa? Is he here too?” Taehyung asked, walking after her to make sure she actually found her way back into the proper building. She had wandered quite a ways from the hall before settling down to draw.

“I don’t have an Appa anymore” Ahra said matter of factly.

Taehyung raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Why not?”

“He ran away” she answered, looking up at him. He made a pouting face at her, emphasizing the downturn of his lips. She giggled, pulling a similar face at him in return.

“He was a silly Appa then, wasn’t he? You should get a new one” Taehyung said, offering to pick her up and carry her with a gesture of the hands. She accepted without hesitation, having forgotten all about your rule to not to talk to or go anywhere with strangers.

But someone who knew your name couldn’t be a stranger right?

“Where do I get a new one? Can I buy one at the store?” Ahra asked.

“Of course” Taehyung said, setting her on his hip and pointing at the hall which still had people moving in and out of it. “That’s the store for a new Appa. I can show you all of your Eomma’s old boyfriends.”

“Really?”

“But you can’t tell Eomma, okay” Taehyung whispered, putting a finger to his lips. “This is our secret.”

“Our secret” Ahra repeated with a delighted laugh. “I promise.”

“Good girl” Taehyung said, pinching her cheek fondly. “Now, let’s go find your Eomma’s old boyfriends.” He started off towards a cluster of people when your alarmed and scandalised voice cried out.

“Ahra!? You, put my daughter down!”

Taehyung turned, eyes wide with surprise as he caught sight of you, but that was nothing to your own reactions. You reeled back , hand going halfway to your mouth before you stopped yourself and adopted a steely expression. With a great effort, you reigned in any emotions that threatened to fly about.

“Kim Taehyung” you said evenly, “Put my daughter down.”

Taehyung gazed into your eyes for several more moments before slowly lowering Ahra to the ground. She didn’t move though, instead looking in confusion from you to Taehyung. She couldn’t understand the sudden hostility coming from you. Didn’t Taehyung say he was your friend? You had always taught her to be nice to her friends.

“Eomma, he’s your friend!”

“No, sweetie” you said, shaking your head. “He is not.”

And he wasn’t. He never had been. Instead, he had been the boy that had teased you and played pranks on you, right from when the two of you met in fourth grade until the very last day of high school. But that wasn’t even the worst part for you to remember. No, on the day of graduation, the very last day you ever had to see him, you had kissed him. Now, whenever you thought of him, that was all you could remember. Not the words he had said to you in passing, not the tricks he had played, only ever that one single moment.

It still burned with perfectness in your memory.

The graduation party had stretched late into the night, but to you it still felt short and you danced about in celebration with your friends that you were free from the toils of high school forever. Having grown tired of the hot crush of students within the building, you slipped outside for a few moments of quiet and cool. Taking a few mouthfuls from your bottle, you leant against the wall and looked around at the dark and empty courtyard.

You had been standing for several minutes alone when the door opened and another person practically fell out the door as it closed. The music returned to a dull thrum locked inside the building. Looking up, you saw that your new companion was the one and only Kim Taehyung. With a slight scoff, you pushed off the wall to go and find somewhere else to stand. You were in a good mood and didn’t fancy being dragged back into the mud by whatever Taehyung might say or do. Unlike everybody else in the world, you just could not get along with that boy.

“Hey, Y/N!” he called out, having seen you. You tried to ignore him but he grabbed hold of your hand, pulling you round to face him. “You always run away from me!” he pouted.

You pulled a face at his flushed cheeks.

“Have you been drinking?” you demanded.

“No” he said, looking at you innocently, then gestured to the bottle in your hand. “Have you?”

“It’s water” you said, holding it up and shaking it in front of his face.

“Such a good girl, aren’t you?” Taehyung said with a grin, ruffling your hair.

You jerked your head out from under his hand in annoyance and tore your hand away from his grasp. “I told you to stop doing that” you exclaimed in exasperation, “We aren’t friends!”

“Aren’t we?” he asked, appearing genuinely distressed by the news as he looked at you with wide eyes. But you refused to fall for his tricks.

“No” you snapped, turning to go back into the hall where everyone else was. It would be much harder for him to find and annoy you there.

But you only got a few paces before Taehyung caught hold of you again. “Y/N! Wait!” he exclaimed, grabbing your arm and pulling you back.

“Hey!” you cried out, slipping off balance as you were spun around. In a flash, you were on the ground, having fallen against Taehyung and knocked him over. Stunned, you lay there, his hand still around your arm, staring at each other’s faces that were now not so very far away. Later you would curse yourself for not moving immediately, for not apologising and disappearing back into the throngs of dancing students. But you didn’t, instead just staring at him.

You couldn’t deny that he was attractive with his pretty eyes and charming smile, and in that moment you couldn’t stop your eyes from wandering to his lips. He was completely frozen, simply staring at you in alarm, unable to comprehend that you were currently laying on top of him and not moving. His heart was pounding so loudly, he was certain you must be able to hear it as well. He glanced away to gather his senses and thoughts when suddenly his whole world stopped.

Without thinking, you leant forward and pressed your lips against his. It didn’t even occur to you to pull away when he didn’t respond, lingering for several more moments. All you could truly register was the feeling of his lips, their softness and the way they fit against yours.

But it was his words after you finally did separate that stuck with you like a blast ringing in your ears over and over even so many years later.

“I’ve never been kissed before.”

You found Taehyung continually appearing in your thoughts in the days following, but every time he flitted through, you forced yourself to brush him aside. You had seen him once for only a few minutes, and even if he had interacted with your daughter and made an impression on her, you were not interested in inviting him back into your life.

“But he’s already here” the voice at the back of your mind whispered to you. You ignored that too.

You had arrived at Ahra’s school to pick her up. The children had just been released from their classes, and you chose a spot close by the gate to await your daughter. She was rather hard to pick out sometimes in the sea of uniforms and black hair. Ahra knew you would be waiting there, so you settled against the wall and pulled out your phone. It might be several long minutes before she stopped saying goodbye to her friends and came to you.

You were answering an email from one of your co-workers when a familiar figure caught you attention from the corner of your eye. Jerking around, you felt the twist of horror in your stomach as you recognised Taehyung. He hadn’t seen you, but was instead crouching down as a small boy ran into his arms. You desire to not be seen by him outweighed your curiosity at his presence, and you quickly turned around so you would just be another back of a head in a crowd.

Mercifully, Ahra appeared at that moment, running up to you and waving the drawing she had done. “Eomma! Eomma, look at this!” she said, holding it up for you to see. “Look, I drew our house. See that’s you in the window waving and that’s me at the door taking a delivery.”

“What’s being delivered?” you asked, seeing the large size of the box. Ahra had drawn it even bigger than her own image.

“I bought and Appa from the store so they’re delivering it” Ahra explained, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Perhaps it was to a five year old.

“I see” you said, handing the picture back to her. “Shall we go home now?”

“Okay” she agreed, taking your hand as you led her down the street. “Eomma, there’s a new person in my class now.”

“Really?”

“Yep. His name is Hyunsoo. He sits next to me now so we’re going to be friends” Ahra told you happily. “Can I invite him to my birthday party?”

“You can invite whoever you want, sweetie. I’ve bought the special paper for you to make the invitations as well. You can make them when we get home and give them to your friends tomorrow. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good!” Ahra enthused, skipping along beside you.

You didn’t feel Taehyung’s eyes gazing at you from a short distance away.

“Appa? What are you looking at Appa?” the little boy asked, tugging on Taehyung’s arm.

“I just saw someone I know” Taehyung said, snapping his attention back to the boy. “Should we get milkshakes before we go home?”

“Yes!”

“Come on then, Hyunsoo. Let’s go.”

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You smiled to yourself as you passed the door to the lounge, glancing in to check on the playing children. Several of your friends had come over to help with the hoards of children, and were currently entertaining them by becoming test models for face paint, makeup and whatever else could be used to colour their faces. There were only a few guests left to arrive, and already Ahra was bouncing around with excited happiness.

The doorbell rang, summoning you to welcome in yet another five your old bearing a brightly wrapped present. It would also mean you’d get to have an obligatory chat with the parent as they hovered for a few moments to make sure their child actually settled in. Five year olds were notorious for having a meltdown if their mother or father suddenly vanished, leaving them at a strange house. You didn’t mind though. The small talk usually didn’t last too long.

“Hello, welcome-” you started to say before your words stalled in your mouth. Taehyung was on your doorstep. He held a young boy by the hand, a boy you know guessed was the new Hyunsoo in Ahra’s class. The universe was surely just messing with you now.

“Welcome to Ahra’s party” you finally finished, choosing to direct the words to Hyunsoo instead of Taehyung. The very last thing you’d expected to be confronted with was him having a child and him and that child being on your doorstep.

“Hello, my name is Hyunsoo” the boy said, bowing politely. He looked nothing like Taehyung at all - probably took after his mother almost entirely. No matter how much you looked at his facial features, right down to his smile, hair and ears, you couldn’t find a single hint of Taehyung.

“It’s nice to meet you, Hyunsoo. I’m Ahra’s Eomma” you said, “I’ll take you to where everyone else is.”

If you had had any semblance of a hope that Taehyung would leave then and there, it was quickly crushed when he followed Hyunsoo in. You would just have to resign yourself to the fact that the universe just seemed determined to screw you over by bringing one of the things you regretted most in your life back to slap you in the face.

Hyunsoo was immediately absorbed into the folds of children so you spared a sideways glance at Taehyung. “Would you like a drink or something while he settles in?” you offered, mostly out of need to be a decent host. Besides, the two of you had been kids a long time ago. You were an adult now and you should be able to interact with people without the past bitterness coming up between you. He probably didn’t even remember you kissing him.

“Yes please” he said with a smile, following you into the kitchen. There were all sorts of goodies on almost every surface available, ranging from cupcakes with pink icing to the tiny little sausage rolls and cocktail sausages.

“What kind of drink would you like?”

“Just water is fine, thanks.”

You handed him a glass and looked about your kitchen awkwardly. You needed a topic of conversation, any topic of conversation. Especially since he didn’t seem in a hurry to finish his water. “So, Hyunsoo is your son?” you asked eventually.

Taehyung thought for several moments before choosing how to answer. Usually he would answer yes to that question without hesitation, but he felt like he couldn’t tell you such a half truth. “In every way but blood” he finally said, meeting your eyes.

Your brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Taehyung took a deep breath, and you began to get the niggling feeling that this wasn’t something he told a lot of people. “Hyunsoo’s mother was a good friend of mine, she and her husband were actually both close to me. Hyunsoo was only about a month old when her husband died suddenly in an accident. She was already struggling with post-natal depression and when he was suddenly gone like that she just stopped being able to cope altogether. She dropped Hyunsoo off with me one day and disappeared.”

You gasped softly in sympathy, wondering exactly what had to be going through someone’s mind to just leave their newborn child - afterall, it was a story that hit close to home for you as well. “What happened to her?” you asked quietly.

“I don’t know” Taehyung said with a shrug. “But I like to think she got the help she needed and has put her life back together somewhere. It’s better than the alternative.”

You nodded in agreement, feeling slightly crushed by the heaviness of the atmosphere. You hadn’t expected a story anything like that as to how Taehyung came to have a son.

Taehyung took another mouthful of water, shaking off the sadness that always came when he thought about Hyunsoo’s parents. “What about Ahra’s father?” he asked daringly. “She told me he ran away.”

You shrugged. “That’s pretty much the whole story. Ahra was about 6 months old and he decided he didn’t want to be a father anymore and took off.” It was better to be blunt about it. That way you could convince yourself you didn’t care anymore. And of course it also made it easier to pretend that it hadn’t also been you who was abandoned.

“I’m sorry” Taehyung offered.

“It’s fine. It was a long time ago.”

“So was high school” he said with a slight laugh. “About the reunion the other day, I meant to apologise.”

“What for?”

“Well, it occurred to me a little while after graduation that while I intended by teasing and jokes as friendliness and affection, it may not necessarily come across that way to you. It must have made things hard for you for all those years, and I’d like to say I’m sorry for all of it” he said, eyes focused on the cup in his hands.

“Don’t worry about it” you said. “I wasn’t exactly nice to you in return so I’m sorry for that. And also about-” You cut yourself off before you could mention the kiss. It was stupid to bring up something from so many years ago that he probably didn’t remember and in any case it probably didn’t matter to him. He’d probably been kissed dozens upon dozens of times since. Why would he even remember one instant.

But hadn’t he said it was his first one? People usually remember those don’t they?

“About what?” Taehyung asked curiously.

“Nothing” you said quickly, busying yourself with arranging the cupcakes on a dish.

“No it’s not” Taehyung said, nudging you playfully. “Come on, tell me.”

“It really is nothing” you insisted, ignoring how he had suddenly sounded exactly the same as he had when he’d whined playfully in high school.

He went silent and you thought he’d dropped the matter. You should have known him slightly better than that. “Is it about graduation night?” he asked softly. “When you kissed me?”

You flushed a fiery red in a moment.

“Are you embarrassed right now?” Taehyung asked with a chuckle, poking one of your cheeks.

“So what if I am?” you asked defensively. “Any normal person would be! Aren’t you!?”

“No” Taehyung said, his face blank all of a sudden as though he were trying to figure out what you meant by asking such a question. “Should I be?”

“I don’t know” you said, throwing up your hands in defeat. “Let’s just forget about it.”

“Who forgets their first kiss?”

“Seriously, drop it, Kim Taehyung” you said warningly.

You continued transferring the cupcakes to their plates while he leant against the counter beside you. Of course he couldn’t go more than a minute without speaking.

“I liked you, you know?”

“What?”

“In our last year of high school. I liked you a lot.”

You could only stare at him in surprise. He wasn’t looking at you though, instead looking at all the pictures Ahra had drawn that were stuck to the fridge.

“I wanted to ask you out just once, but every time I convinced myself you’d say no and just went back to teasing you and being your friend. Well, I thought we were friends but I was obviously wrong” he said with a slight laugh. He finally looked at you, his eyes still warm and friendly. “You probably would have said no, wouldn’t you?”

You just shrugged. The answer was yes, you most probably would have. You would have thought it was some new elaborate game of his to tease you. But you didn’t want to tell him that now.

“It’s fine” Taehyung laughed, “I know you wouldn’t have now. It’s fine.”

It didn’t sound fine, but you ignored the part of you that felt that. Instead you steered the conversation in a different direction with the first question that came to mind (you would later realise in retrospect that you had hardly steered the conversation away at all). “So are you seeing anyone at the moment? Dating? Engaged?”

Taehyung shook his head, finishing the last of his water. “No, nothing like that. Hyunsoo takes up most of the time I’m not working” he said, “What about you?”

You smirked slightly. “Ahra takes up most of the time I’m not working” you said, parroting his words almost exactly.

Taehyung grinned widely, his lips forming that signature boxy smile that had had a large proportion of the girls from high school swooning. A sudden thought occurred to you. “Where was Hyunsoo on the day of the reunion? Was he not with you?”

“I left him with a friend for the day. We were in the middle of moving here so I had him stay to pack his things up.”

“Who watched him?”

“Do you remember Park Jimin from school? He stayed with him for the day.”

You nodded, remembering the boy from yours and Taehyung’s year. The two had been virtually inseparable for years and if any given girl hadn’t been pining over Taehyung, Jimin was the object of their desire. You’d had a brief crush on him when you were about fifteen, but you’d grown out of that phase fairly quickly. He’d transferred away shortly before the final year started which is probably why he didn’t go to the reunion.

“Hyunsoo must like Jimin a lot to spend the whole day with him” you said.”

“Yeah, Jimin’s been around his whole life. He’s practically family” Taehyung said before standing up and straightening his clothing. “Well I think Hyunsoo must be settled by now since he hasn’t come to find me. I’ll be off then, I guess.”

“Alright” you said, rushing away from messing around with the party food to show him the way to the door. “Just come this way and make sure to watch your step-”

The warning came slightly too late as Taehyung didn’t see the sudden drop in the floor. With a slight cry of alarm, he was pitched forward, falling off balance. Instinctively, you reached out a hand to stop him from falling, but given you had the grace and balance of a drunkard at the best of times, you found yourself just being pulled down as well.

And then it was the position that had haunted your memory. You found yourself staring into Taehyung’s wide eyes, one of your hands against his chest, and the other holding yourself up. The universe was definitely screwing you over. But you still felt your heartbeat quicken at the closeness of him, the warmth and the steadiness - and you could feel his own heart thrumming away at an abnormal speed under your fingers. Slow moments dragged themselves past and yet you still couldn’t drag your eyes away from his face. If you’d thought he was good looking in high school, that was nothing compared to him now.

Even with almost a dozen five year olds not too far away, the whole world seemed silent but for the breath and heartbeat of each other. It was Taehyung who finally broke the silence.

“Are you going to kiss me again?” he whispered. You could feel his voice reverberate through his chest.

You shook your head, but even as you did, you were lowering your head. He didn’t stop you.

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“...and then she kissed him full on the mouth!!” you friend shrieked, waving her slushie about dangerously with grand gestures. “And he kissed her back!!”

Your friends all erupted into peals of laughter that would have made anyone else in the chicken restaurant think you were all still teenagers. You had your head on the table hidden in your arms, wishing you could get the floor to open up and just swallow you whole. It would be much better to spend the rest of your life encased in dirt and dark than live through any more of their teasing.

You couldn’t believe one of them had seen and told the others. Neither could you believe that one of your friends had witnessed such a thing happening and manage to stay quiet enough to attack you with it the next day at lunch.

“So Y/N, is there something you’re not telling us?” curious voices probed as you were forced to remove your head from your arms.

“Nothing at all” you said flatly.

“Come on, you can tell us. You’re seeing him aren’t you? Our little Y/N-ie is finally back on the dating scene.”

“Shut up. I’m not dating him.”

“You were laying on top of him and kissing him.” It was clear they didn’t believe you.

“So?” you challenged with a dismissive shrug. “Things like that happen sometimes.”

“Yeah, but not with you. You didn’t even kiss anyone until college.”

“That’s not true. I kissed someone on graduation night, but that’s none of your business” you said, flicking a bit of soft drink at her face.

“Of course it’s my business! I have to find you the perfect man after your useless ex-fiance” she said, dramatically putting a hand over her heart at her pledge.

You just rolled your eyes and went back to your food. If they wanted to believe you were seeing Taehyung, then there was very little you could do to persuade them otherwise. A bunch of romance-drunk nutters the lot of them.

You couldn’t deny that recently you had been wanting to be with someone. That was the reason for your actions that time. It wasn’t because you actually harboured any feelings for the man - something which you’d have to tell him the next time you saw him. You couldn’t. Not after you’d spent so many years disliking him and wanting to avoid him. No number of coincidences and chances could change that.

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But of course the moment you challenged chance like that, it was only a matter of time before you met Taehyung again. It was barely a week later and you were rushing to pick up Ahra from school. Your boss had kept you later than usual, insisting on a job being done, and adding to that, the traffic had been terrible. In a terrible fluster and almost panic that Ahra wouldn’t be there, you arrived at the school, having practically ran the last five minutes, over half an hour late.

All your worries about Ahra being swept off were unfounded, because there Taehyung was, sitting against the hood of his car while watch the two children play tag with each other on the sidewalk. He smiled when he saw you and waved. Ahra barely realised you’d arrived, much more engrossed in her game.

“Tough day at work?” he asked, taking in our dishevelled appearance. He didn’t seem at all upset or embarrassed to see you considering you had randomly kissed him - again.

“Something like that” you said impatiently. “I have to get Ahra home before it’s too late.”

“Listen, about what happened at the birthday party-” Taehyung started, licking his bottom lip nervously.

“I’m sorry and it won’t happen again” you said quickly before calling for Ahra to come.

“Y/N…”

“I don’t know what came over me, but I take full responsibility of my actions and I apologise. I didn’t mean for it to happen” you continued quickly. It was the most you could do to let him know you had no intention of having any kind of relationship with him. You never had been really good at letting people down. Before he had the chance to say anything else, you grabbed Ahra’s hand and practically dragged her away as fast as you could go without running.

Taehyung watched after you, feeling something deflate inside him. He was about to chase after you when Hyunsoo’s voice interrupted his actions. “Appa, can we play snakes and ladders when we get home?”

“Huh? Oh, yes of course” Taehyung said, relaxing his face into a smile and ruffling Hyunsoo’s hair. “Let’s go home, Little Man.”

As Hyunsoo climbed into the car, Taehyung glanced back up the road to where you and Ahra were walking. He didn’t recall you having a car at your house, and your dishevelled appearance as you picked up Ahra could only be because of rushing through the streets on foot.

“It’s a long way to their house” he muttered to himself. “Are they getting a taxi?”

Several drove past but you made no effort to flag them down.

“Hyunsoo, stay in the car okay?” Taehyung said quickly before running after you. “Y/N?!”

You would have ignored him and pretended not to hear, but unfortunately five year olds don’t understand such things. “He’s calling, Eomma” Ahra said, stopping and pointing back at Taehyung. You were forced to stop as well and had to fight the urge to glare at your daughter. She was only doing what she knew was right.

“Y/N, are you walking home?” Taehyung asked, reaching you within moments.

You nodded.

“I can give you a ride if you like. It’s a long way to walk” he said, gesturing back towards his car.

“We’ll be fine” you said, but you were doubting your energy level. You were already exhausted, and Ahra was still only young. You doubted you’d be able to carry her if she got too tired. You didn’t have the money to spare for a taxi ride, or even a bus. Throwing a birthday party had taken up most of the spare money, and you were loath to use all of it.

“No you won’t. You look like you’re about to fall asleep and Ahra is a little girl. Come on, I’ll give you a ride” Taehyung said, looking at the way you still hesitated. He knew the reason in an instant. “Don’t worry, so long as neither of us trip, nothing will happen.”

You couldn’t help but smile briefly at the comment before your expression returned to flat and tired. So much of this could have been avoided, all of this confusion could have been gotten rid of.

If only you weren’t so clumsy.

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So here it is, the Taehyung single parent AU that was requested ages ago (sorry for the long wait). I know it was supposed to be a oneshot, but it was getting so long and I wanted to get something posted.  I don’t have much to do but write at the moment as lectures haven’t started yet (there are a lot of loud, drunk people just outside my building so I’ll just hide in here where it’s safe haha).

I hope you enjoy, and I hope to post something tomorrow as well if I manage to focus on writing for more than twenty minutes. :P

Requests are always open~

- Quillfire

[sunliights]

open to anyone. muse: ahra park. 23 years old. bisexual. she/her. actress. plot: we’re pretending to date for publicity but i actually like you but you’re not into me so i’m gonna make you fall in love with me.

“i got you a gift! macarons. from paris. they’re supposed to be amazing. oh! you’re not allergic to anything, right? i probably should’ve found that out first…”

[sunliights]

open to anyone. test muse: park ahra. 23 years old. bisexual. she/her. actress. plot: here

stopping by their dressing room was a bad idea yet ahra lingered at the door, half in the room and half out of it. "is this a bad time? i wanted to... talk?"

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @returnedfavor based on this post featuring ahra.

"we can sleep with a pillow between us." ahra nods, rather certain sounding about her decision. like it's the most logical one. "you don't snore, do you? i don't do well with any less than seven hours of solid sleep."

[sunliights]

a closed starter for @seolinah based on point one featuring ahra.

the pout on her lips is unwavering and ahra couldn't contain the sigh that fell from them. "this game is stupid," she decided suddenly, considering it was her idea. "we should do something else."

[sunliights]

open to anyone. muse: ahra park. 23 years old. bisexual. she/her. actress. connection: two enemies forced to fake a public relationship — your muse pissed ahra off and instead of 'ending it' she announced they were engaged. one of them/both of them could also have actual relationships, as an aside.

the picture she'd posted on instagram, her left hand with a thin silver band adorning her ring finger and the caption of 'couldn't be happier<3', had really blown up. so much so that ahra can't hide her smug joy and not even their annoyed expression can ruin it. "think of how much i've upped our social engagement!" she chirps, sliding the ring around her finger. "our breakup will be even more devastating now."

[sunliights]

open to anyone. muse: ahra park. 23 years old. bisexual. she/her. actress. connection: friend, s/o, roommate, fellow actor, etc.

“you could be a little more excited for me.” there’s a rather sour expression on ahra’s face as she narrows her gaze on them. “being cast as a series regular is a big deal! i don’t even need to leave for another few months and i should only be gone for — four? maybe five, tops. it will be ages until i need to leave again for press releases.”

[sunliights]

open to anyone. muse: ahra park. 23 years old. bisexual. she/her. actress. plot: a friend who thinks she's seeing/dating the wrong person, someone who she's seeing/dating who doesn't approve of something she's doing, ect.

"if you've something to say, you better say it now."