#and before anyone asks no this was not ironic as part of the artist's day off

[adobe-outdesign]

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[venus-haze]

You're My Best Friend (Homelander x Reader)

Summary: Homelander was a test tube baby, raised in isolation in a cold, clinical lab. But that doesn’t inspire America, does it? Vought tasks you with creating the idyllic backstory for its hero, and what starts as a limited comic run spirals out of control when Homelander himself demands your help in making the story a reality.

Note: Gender neutral reader, but no other descriptors are used. Based on a request by @crash-and-cure as well as a bastardization of one of the sweetest love songs ever written (sorry, John Deacon!) This got kinda meta? Do not interact if you’re under 18 or post thinspo/ED content.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, I guess some gaslighting on Homelander’s part? Do not interact if you’re under 18.

When Vought hired you to create their long-awaited Homelander origin comic series, you were thrilled—until they gave you so little information about his childhood to work with, you weren’t even sure you could come up with one comic, let alone the ten they requested. The details about his childhood were minimal, not even a full printed page—a loving mom and dad, played baseball, did well in school, strong sense of justice from a young age, his friends called him “Johnny.” Your requests to meet with Homelander so you could get some stories from the man himself were constantly denied.

You almost considered dropping the project, until you decided to throw caution to the wind and pull from your own childhood and set it in good ol’ generic suburbia. Some of the storylines were based on your own experiences or things that had happened to people you’d grown up with, though you changed enough names and details to not link it to anyone in particular. Except yourself, of course. Using a pseudonym professionally meant you felt no need to change your own name in the comics. Sure, making your cooler fictionalized self Homelander’s childhood best friend was a bit self-indulgent, but no one would know, really.

To your relief, the editors at Vought loved your ideas, making minor changes before bringing the storylines to their comic artists to bring it to life. The result was Finding Homelander: A Boy’s Journey To Be a Hero. The issues flew off shelves when they were first released, ironically praised for their relatability and authenticity. Vought extended your contract, asking you to produce the cartoon adaptation and another ten issues.

Still, in all of that, you’d never met Homelander. A representative from Vought emailed you to let you know to tune in to his interview on a talk show one day, saying that he’d be talking more about the cartoon project on it. You recognized the host, Tracey, always chipper and having some extravagant giveaway for her audience members. Daytime TV was never your thing, though.

“I think what resonates with so many people is how relatable your childhood is,” Tracey said, holding up a copy of Finding Homelander issue #3, where he saved ‘you’ from getting hit in the face with a baseball at one of his games, catching it with ease. It’d been the happy ending to a short storyline of him struggling to find his place on the team and you encouraging him to not give up. “You and Y/N were pretty close, do you still keep in touch?”

“You know, Tracey, not as much as I’d like, unfortunately. Adulthood can be so busy, you need to cherish those childhood memories,” Homelander said. “I did give them a call when the comics first came out, and wow, the laughs we had over those old antics of ours. Talk about a walk down memory lane!”

You guessed the bullshitting was all part of the promotional circuit for Homelander. Knowing this childhood of his was your own fabrication, you couldn’t help but wonder what else about him was fake. Maybe he wanted to maintain his privacy, you could certainly understand that. You couldn’t shake the voice in the back of your mind that said it wasn’t so simple, that the narrative Vought pushed was a cover to hide something in Homelander’s past.

“Now, I’ve heard rumors of a cartoon show based on the comics in the making, is this true?”

“It is! I’m excited for this project, getting back to my ‘roots’ so to speak. I’ll be voicing myself, of course, but it’s funny you’d bring up Y/N, because they’ve agreed to voice themself, too.”

“How fun!” Tracey exclaimed over the roar of the talk show crowd’s applause and cheers. “I guess this is the hopeless romantic in me, but I hope this reconnection leads to something a little more. I’m just a sucker for childhood sweethearts!” 

Homelander laughed along with the host’s giggles, “Well, you never know.”

You balked at the television, mouth agape. Surely he couldn’t be talking about you. ‘Y/N’ could be anyone with your same features. Vought had probably hired a professional voice actor for the role and were pushing the authenticity angle. The whole situation felt odd. 

When you checked your work email again on your phone, you nearly dropped it on the floor. 

SUBJECT: Meeting with Homelander This Week

The email contained a list of days and times throughout the week wherein Homelander would be free, apparently wanting to meet you to thank you for the success of the comic series and discuss upcoming work. Yeah. That last part you sure as hell wanted to discuss too. You responded with the soonest time available, in a meeting room in Vought Tower the following evening. As soon as you hit ‘send’, you wondered what exactly you were getting yourself into.

Anticipation filled your gut as you went about your day leading up to meeting the supe himself. What would he be like, really be like? Was there even a version of Homelander that wasn’t hopelessly manufactured for the masses? You knew then that his upbringing was a lie, and thus stood the probability that so much else was, too. 

When you stepped into that meeting room, you hadn’t been expecting his face to light up at the sight of you. 

“Homelander, hi, it’s great to—“

“No need to be so formal, Y/N! You can call me Johnny, just like old times,” he said cheerfully, in on a joke you clearly hadn’t been aware of.

“Sorry, Johnny,” you said, playing along. “It’s great to see you again.”

He pulled you in for an unexpected hug that you returned. “Figured we should catch up before things really start getting crazy, don’t you think?”

You nodded, your nose brushing against him as you did so. Just as your lips parted to offer an apology, he smiled, shooing away the assistant who’d accompanied him out of the room. 

He sat down, motioning for you to do the same.

“Gotta say, I’m a fan of your work,” he said.

“Thank you,” you said. “I’m not sure I understand exactly what’s going on, though.”

“What’s there to understand? I’m not allowed to know more about my best friend, our lives together growing up?”

“How did you know it was me?”

“Wasn’t hard for me to put two and two together, but considering everyone else around here has their head up their asses, they have no idea,” he said, before lowering his voice conspiratorially and giving you a charming smile. “I haven’t told anyone. What’s a secret between friends?”

You nodded, overwhelmed by the intensity of his attention on you. “What do you want to know?”

He sighed, resting his head on his hand. “Everything.”

So you told him. Not quite everything, of course, but enough to abate his curiosity. At least for the time being. His interviews were sharper, more specific with details rather than rattling off whatever had been in the comics. You watched in shock as convincing photos of his Little League days were posted to his social media accounts, anecdotes provided by his increasingly frequent conversations–or more like interrogation sessions–with you, but in his style, of course. It was almost scary what the graphic design team at Vought could accomplish, not that you’d ever know how, exactly, as they were all under the same strict NDA that you were.

He started spending more time with you, too, and after a while, it did seem like you were old friends. Part of you flinched whenever you called him Johnny, because Johnny wasn’t even real, but with your complacency, this fabrication was slowly morphing into a strikingly tangible memory. With each conversation, he drew you deeper into the world you’d been paid to create for him until you found yourself slipping up.

You’d been showing him a goofy stuffed monkey on your desk, a cute little thing with big sparkling eyes. A prize for getting two out of three at the ring toss. Probably spent more money winning it than it was actually worth, but it was about the effort, the memories made.

“You remember, don’t you? You won it for me at the county fair,” you said without thinking.

He laughed in agreement, as if he actually had. Except he hadn’t. Your high school boyfriend won it for you a week before graduation. Sensing the mood shift, he set down your prize and looked at you with the same intensity he had when you first met.

“It’s been a while since we were there, huh?” he said. “Why don’t we go back?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Go where?”

“Home.”

With a strong arm around your waist, he took off for your hometown. You could hardly tell which way was up or down, he was flying so high, but he didn’t seem to mind the way you clung to him at all. When he finally landed, you recognized the community baseball field where all of his fictional games were set. 

“Geez, it’s like nothing’s changed,” he said cheerfully.

You looked at him in disbelief. How long was he going to expect you to go along with it? Or maybe the question you should have been asking was, how long were you going to enable him? The end wasn’t anywhere in sight as he took your hand, and you walked him through your childhood, further enmeshing him in it until you arrived at the house you grew up in. 

The middle of the day, no one was home, and so you let yourselves in like you owned the place. Suddenly, the house seemed too small for a man like Homelander to occupy, but he was engrossed in the details of it. He scanned the kitchen, no doubt inspecting the contents of the fridge and cabinets with his x-ray vision. Moving onto the living room, he stared at photos on the wall, the magazines and DVDs that were strewn on the coffee table, giving away your parents’ taste in entertainment.

“Which one was your room again?” he asked.

You swore you could feel his breath on the back of your neck as you wordlessly led him to your room. Each step down the hall felt dangerous, as if you were about to walk into a trap. Face-to-face with the closed door, you opened it, standing aside while Homelander looked around, from what you had hanging on the walls to the knick-knacks you’d left behind.

An uncomfortable tension settled over the room when Homelander closed the door of your childhood bedroom. An odd blend of hurt and amusement spread across his face as he observed the way you were eyeing him, body ready to fruitlessly run from him the way a rabbit would a hawk.

“C’mon, after how long we’ve been friends, I would never hurt you,” he said, as if reading your mind. “We’ve been through so much together. I mean, we were each other’s first kiss.”

You froze. Issue #9. That was something Vought’s editors had added, claiming a romance angle would make the series appeal to the younger female demographic. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time.

He slyly backed you into the wall, leaning over you as you slinked down the slightest bit.

“Show me how we did it,” he whispered, his hand caressing your cheek. “So clumsy and nervous, I can even feel you…quivering.”

“Homelander, I don’t know what you’re—“

He tsked. “Y/N.”

You let out a shaky breath, “Johnny—“

He hummed in satisfaction. “It’s alright. I know it’s been a while.”

You let him kiss you, sweetly in a way that put your actual first kiss to shame. His lips were soft against yours, his tender movements intentional as he cradled your face, pulling you the slightest bit closer to him when you kissed him back. 

A sense of familiarity settled over you, warm and comforting like pulling a blanket out of the dryer on a chilly evening. Every time it seemed like you were beginning to overthink the situation with Homelander, he drew you back in with the kiss, a more than effective distraction until you pulled away with a dazed smile on your face.

[garden-of-thoughts-fruit-of-lips]

"I57" (part one)

My friends and I were coming back from a private party in Chicago. Ludacris crew was there, but we had got invited through a friend named Ryan who's an artist. The party was a promotion party. A celebration for one of their artist. Before we left the party, Ryan came up to me and said, "Drive safe and stay blessed." I didn't think nothing of it at the time, but I'm like,"alrighty."

I was driving, Eric was in the passenger seat, Torris, Bret, and Trell were in the back. Trell was sitting behind the driver seat. I'm on highway, "I 57" going at least 90-95mph, trying to get home in record time. We have been on the road for about 25 minutes. I'm talking through my headphones, updating a friend named Vinnie on the night since he couldn't come with us. Everyone else in the car was joking and all talking about how good the party was. I57 merged itself from a 3 lane highway into a 2 lane highway. Im now driving in the passing lane (left lane). Around this time is when I noticed all the cars in front of me were switching to the right lane. One after another, like a chain reaction. Which struck me as odd. We were all traveling around the same speed. I'm not putting much thought into it by putting it in my short-term memory.

About 30 seconds later, I was driving around a curve, and my thoughts became focused on the cars driving in the opposite lane. Some of the cars' headlights look like they were driving on my side of the road due to the curve. Ironically, there was an actual car driving on the wrong side of the road headed straight towards me! By the time my brain registered what was happening, like a reflex, my hands were already turning the wheel to get in the right lane. We ended up missing the car by half a second. That car had to be going over 100mph because I noticed the car from a distance of 2 football fields and in a blink of an eye that car headlights became so bright it lit up the inside of my car.

Nobody really didn't know what had happened. Besides that they whole body just "jumped" in the middle of their conversations, "What da fuck yo!!" and "Damn!!" they were saying as they reposition themselves in the seat. Only people who grasp what just happened were Trell and Eric. Because of knowing, the screaming began to become level and calm as we were all reasoning on what just happened.

I never stopped driving. Still in shock about what had happened contemplating, "All five of us could have lost our lives in a tenth of a second!" I had got off the phone to be more focused, to get us all home safe. My eyes became focused on all the car headlights. Any light that would shine my eyes would pick it up. Here's the strange thing about this story. As I'm driving about minutes after the scare. There was an all white, bright light, shaped as a small sphere. I first noticed from my left peripheral, "What duh?" I thought. And this light flew from my left side to straight in front of me, than to my right side, and I stared at it the whole time as it flew off out of my sight in the cornfield. Left me with this question in my head, "What was that?"

So I asked the question to everyone in the car who were all still wild up and conversing and reasoning on what had happened. "Man! Bro, did anyone just see that shit?" I asked. Choosing that choice of words purposely. Because I literally thought I was losing it, and I knew if anyone said that they saw the same thing, then I was not tripping. One by one, everyone nodded in agreement when the words were said, "See what? That car that almost hit us?" Except Trell, who were sitting behind the driver seat. He said, "You talking about that white ball of light that flew pass the car into the cornfield?" Even describing in detail by pointing his finger from left waving it to his right in the same movement in which I saw it from. That's when I knew I wasn't tripping. We all agreed that day at that very moment that we were all still alive because of God, and that was an angel of God. In all reality, when I turned the wheel, my brain didn't even pick up on what was fully going on, but I was already turning the wheel before I had processed what happened. That saying comes to mind "Let Jesus take the wheel."

Everything from that night. That was in my short-term memory. Was moved to my long-term memory. But even after witnessing this, I still didn't take take it to heart. That Trell saw the same thing I saw and all five of us having a near death experience. Even though we were saved from a crash. I selfishly unknowingly continued to live my life on a crashing course.

[teeth--king]

Eats your Stardew Valley Elliott art

anyways! Ive seen barely anyone do this but what do you think Elliotts’ backstory is? Like what’s his relationship with his parents? You can draw and/or write it if you want :)

(i crave angsty backstory for Elliott…because I love him…)

Please, feast away! It brings me so much happiness that people are enjoying my Stardew Valley art so much! I usually make my own personal art, so dabbling in a little fan art and it going so well is very appreciated.(also all the nice comments and tags, those fuel me and make me go forward each day)

But for the main part of the ask, it takes so much for my little writer self to not just go hog wild and re-create characters who I get attached to. I have a love hate relationship with this, but it's very easy to do with Stardew characters because they are all so blank slate, those little buddies can be what ever you want because they are the perfect level of lovable yet bland. As for Elliott, yeah I'm a little more on the angsty side of backstory for him, partially from some dialogue and partially from some projecting, haha.

I am not the worlds best writer(despite the fact that it's technically what I do) so I apologize if any of this is a bit rough or odd sounding :P I also feel odd about writing and sharing backstories for already made characters as a creative myself, so this might also be a bit awkwardly worded on my end as well. So just a little heads up before my rambling thoughts below.

So I've always read him as no longer connected to his family due to his passions and actually following them. He's distanced himself from most people in his past, some intentionally and some outside of his control, to try and become who he actually wants to be. I feel like before he came to Stardew Valley he was working his ass off by not gracefully juggling both a job and trying to write at the same time, probably developed some bad habits during those times to cope. He tries to not show it and mask but being kind and welcoming(sometimes overly so if in a rough spot), he has too much ego to let others know he's not doing well chasing his dreams. After moving to Stardew Valley he's started to do a bit better but he's even more of a starving artist because he's just living off savings, most of which he used to buy the cabin. Man's got a male living space by slight necessity but plays it off as being a minimalist. Also no idea where I would place this otherwise, but he gives me the vibe that he has a more public facing persona where he's more flowery and puts on a slight voice, while in reality he's just a dude(still poetic tho, he can't stop that, theater kid vibes).

Ironically trying to not make him too much like my character Elliot. Both of these men are my current stress toys and I am throwing them around so much in my mind.

Ah! Thank you so much for this ask, it was a wonderful distraction for my night! I love answering stuff and getting to get my thoughts out of my head somehow. They are quite loud in there so I'm pleased to have them out and about now. This likely isn't everything but my brain works in such scattered and anxious ways that I am not sure. Thank you again!

[floralcrematorium]

OKAY WOW THERE WAS A VERY BIG POSITIVE RESPONSE TO THE TELEPHONE GAME, HI

FOLLOW THE TELEPHONE GAME BLOG! @hws-telephone

I thought about making a discord, but to be entirely honest, I really don't want to manage that. In hindsight it might be good for discussions and feedback's sake, but my moderator days are behind me (I used to be a discord and in-game mod for a Minecraft server and I think I would rather eat my hand than do that again.) We will. See.

PLEASE READ MY FOLLOWING THOUGHTS ABOUT THE EVENT! I would love to hear feedback, but I think this kind of event may have to be a trial and error sort of situation. I've never hosted an event before and this is one that will move semi-fast. I will also need to be holding decent communication with people!

• Skill level does not matter. Anyone is allowed to participate regardless of their skill level or materials of choice, so long as those who work traditionally are able to get clear/well lit photos of their submission

• I will need to hold an experimental round capped at 5-7 participants. I do not know how long I should give people to complete their part. Life gets in the way and I know not everyone is fast (I am very much not fast). However, considering there will be a large number of participants, we gotta get moving! I think as of right now, everyone would have 3-5 days to complete their parts, and if they need an extension they get 2 days. If we need more time, that's possible! THE FIRST SIX PEOPLE TO FILL OUT THE GOOGLE FORMS (linked further in the post) WILL BE CONTACTED TO PARTICIPATE IN THE EXPERIMENTAL ROUND.

• Once we get into it, there could be a short-format and long-format group? Short format being people only get 1-3 days to work while long-format gets a week? The different groups differ based on complexity? Unsure. Need community feedback on this. OR we could just have two separate groups co-running so people don't have to wait forever to play.

• GOOGLE FORMS SUBMISSION HERE FOR PARTICIPANTS

• Once I have The Participants, their usernames will be ordered randomly and that'll be the order the drawing is passed around.

• If this is an event with multiple rounds... Maybe each round has a different theme? I know I have different groups of people following me (off the top of my head, FrUK, FACE fam, and Nordic centric blogs in particular). I think the first round will just be using my design for Nyo!Austria because I'm interested to see if we use a character whose clothing isn't able to be referenced by a quick google search, how that will be affected by the telephone. Unsure.

• I will start the experimental round and the very first Big Round. Other people can volunteer to be the starting artist in the future!

• No posting your submission until the end of the round!!! This is very important. The point of a telephone is you only know what the person right before you did!

• When it comes to someone's turn, I will be reaching out via Tumblr DM (or through another contact method if that is preferred). I'm considering asking someone to co-host this event with me for organization's sake, but I don't. Really have someone to do that. So!

If there's anything else we need to talk about, throw it in the replies!!! This is really going to be a trial and error kinda event until we get it down! Ideally, this would be a fun year round project/event!

BELOW THE CUT IS JUST ME TAGGING EVERYONE WHO REPLIED TO/REBLOGGED THE ORIGINAL POST

Hi, you replied to/reblogged the interest check so you get Priority News that there is a telephone game sideblog to follow @hws-telephone and that if you're still interested there is a submissions post pinned to the blog.

THE FIRST SIX RESPONSES WILL BE CONTACTED FOR THE EXPERIMENTAL ROUND.

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[mrslunasnape]

Eye of The Beholder

This work was created for the Snapebang 2023! @snapebang

Author: @mrslunasnape Artist: @deathnotelu Artist: @okeydokeylackey Rating: PG Pairings: Severus Snape x OC Trigger Warnings: Bullying Tags: Teen Snape, Marauders Era, Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Snape getting the love and support he deserves, bullying, inner monologue Summary: Severus comes from a hard upbringing. His father was abusive in multiple senses of the word. It's left him with an image of himself that he hates to look at. He's afraid to let anyone else really see him, for fear that they too might see him as the wretch that he sees himself as... Until his potions class partner challenges Severus to see him through her eyes.

“I want everyone to partner up! Partner up, everyone! Come now, let’s not slog about!” Professor Slughorn bellowed all too cheerily for a 7:00 in the morning class.

The room filled with the sound of students grumbling and the shuffling of feet as the practically zombie students took their seats.

The dungeons were dimly lit by candles on their last bit of wick. The bricks lining the walls were stained with the smell of smoke, ash, and herbs. An unusual ochre colored growth flourished in some of the cracks, but no one dared to investigate what it was.

“Do you want to be partners?” Luna nervously asked Severus.

“What?” Severus mumbled as he pried his focus away from his well loved potion’s textbook. He had been hunched over it, scribbling in any space he could find in the margins…which wasn’t a lot.

“For the assignment today, do you want to be my partner?” Luna repeated.

“I…um….yeah, sure.” Severus managed to get out before moving his satchel off the chair next to him to make room for her to sit.

Luna had dark chestnut hair that’s untamed curls spilled just past her shoulders. Her eyes were oceanic blue with a faint green lining around her pupils.

She was the middle child of the Black family, and it always seemed to perplex Severus that she would want anything to do with him. Her younger brother was cordial enough with him, but her older brother was downright cruel.

Severus was tall and lanky. His obsidian eyes housed no hidden flecks of light in them and matched the oil slick black hair that draped down to his chin. He was frequently referred to as a bat by the other students, and deep down Severus didn’t really ever blame them. He avoided looking in mirrors, not just because he didn’t like his physical appearance, but because he had a deep seeded fear that if he starred at the coal black eyes looking back at him in the mirror for too long that he would see himself. Really see himself. His father was a monster who abused both him and his mother, and he feared that a part of him slumbered deep within him. He was terrified that one day that part of him would awaken and turn him into his birthright; into a monster akin to his father.

Luna sat on the stool beside Severus and nervously tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

Gods. She can’t even look at me. Am I truly that hideous? Did I brush my hair this morning? Does it even matter? Focus, Severus.

“Amortentia!” Professor Slughorn announced as he lifted the lid off a large cast iron cauldron at the front of the room to reveal a swirling pink potion with a mother-of-pearl sheen to it. Most of the girls in the class giggled while several of the boys either groaned or mockingly made gagging noises.

Professor Slughorn ignored the commotion and continued, “A combination of the French word Amour, meaning love, and the Latin word Tentia, meaning held; the Amortentia potion can defined as a potion that reveals to us what we hold a special place in our heart for. What we love some might say.”

Professor Slughorn leaned over the swirling concoction and inhaled deeply; almost comically. He leaned back from the cauldron, his back practically crumpling as a euphoric exhale escape his lungs, “Ahhh, smells like success, fame, and recognition.” He chuckled heartily, “Many people make the mistake of thinking that the Amortentia smells only of romantic love, taking on the scent of the love interest of whomever smells it. Of course this is common enough, but it isn’t always the case. Some people have things that they love more than they love other people, and those smells often shine through in Amortentia. For example, the smell of money is a rather common one.”

Professor Slughorn turned his attention to Severus, who sat in the back row and was who once again preoccupied with the contents of his potion textbook, “I suspect Mr. Snape’s Amortenia would smell like books and ink. Honestly, my boy, I’m shocked how you manage to keep ink off that nose of yours with how close you get to that thing the parchment when you write.”

A few students chuckled.

Severus’s cheeks felt as if they were physically on fire.

Please don’t make them look at me.

“Now, while I appreciate your insatiable appetite for learning, Mr. Snape, I would kindly ask that you at least turn that desire to learn towards my lesson rather than your book.” Professor Slughorn lectured.

Severus grumbled something inaudible under his breath, but he returned his quill to its inkwell none the less.

“Moving on!” Professor Slughorn swished his hand in the air in a rather flamboyant manner, “Perhaps Amortentia is misnamed, for as we discussed earlier, its French route suggests it to be a potion of love. Of course, your average witch or wizard off the street will see it that way. But you, my dear students, are not common riff raff off the street! So learn well that Amortentia isn’t really about love at all. Sure, when you inhale its fumes each individual smells scents that appeals to their heart, but when the potion is consumed… well, now that’s a different story entirely.” Slughorn winked cheesily at the students.

“How can a love potion be dangerous?” A Slytherin boy taunted from the front row, “Oh no, my heart feels tingly now, so dangerous!” He pretended to faint into the arms of the student sitting next to him, who was all to eager to play the role of catching him and fanning his face.

Several boys laughed, while most of the girls in the glass shot him dagger eyes.

Professor Slughorn gave a muted chuckle, “That sounds like the talk of someone who has never experienced real love before.”

It was the girls turn to laugh.

Professor Slughorn continued, “Don’t be fooled, love is more dangerous than hate. Hate will make do unspeakable things to another in order to calm your own demons. Love will make you do unspeakable things to yourself in order to calm the demons of another.”

The fainting boy rolled his eyes.

“But, as I was saying, Amortentia is not truly a love potion, but rather an essence of love potion… and the worst essence of it. Despite how many skilled potioneers have tried over the centuries, none have been able to authentically recreate the emotion of love. If they had, they would be exuberantly wealthy and love potions would certainly not be sold from tacky little fountains at Zonko’s.” Professor Slughorn said as he side-eyed a Hufflepuff girl seated in the second row.

The girl had a tiny pink crystalline vial that housed a potion with a mother-of-pearl sheen to it. A distinct Zonkos label was plastered on the vial which read “Aphrodite Amortenia”. She was showing it off to a small group of girls who were huddled over it like a secret treasure. Upon being called out by the professor, she quickly shoved it into her satchel and flashed a weak smile.

Professor Slughorn pulled a small plastic comb from his chest pocket and brushed his hair back neatly, “No, Amortentia does not create love. It creates obsession. Specifically, it creates an obsession for the person who administered the potion to whomever drank it. While not love, obsession will certainly still make you do crazy things. People have killed for less.”

The room fell awkwardly silent.

Professor Slughorn clapped his hands together in front of him, the loud echo bouncing off the stone dungeon walls breaking the silence, “Well then, let’s get to brewing, shall we? Open your text books to page 493.”

Severus opened his textbook to Amortentia section, which to his potion partner’s surprise, was already filled well into the margins with notes in tiny fine print.

“You’ve already done your research I see.” Luna said playfully as she nodded her head towards Severus’s book.

“I like to read ahead…” Severus said mousily as his thumb caressed the worn pages of his well loved textbook.

Luna leaned in closer to read the small ink scratchings in the margins. There was so much written in such a tiny area that she had to squint in order to make the writing legible. There were corrections to ingredient measurements, recommended cauldron temperatures, substitute ingredients, and even notes on various ways to procure oils and seeds from herbs.

“Wow.” She whispered.

“I know, it’s a mess. My handwriting isn’t very good and some of the notes overlap because I was trying to squeeze in some information and there’s not a lot of space to work with but-”

“Severus, you’re brilliant.” Luna cut him off.

Surely I heard her wrong.

Severus’s face, normally almost as pale as the castle ghosts, faded to a sweet shade of pink. “Really?”

Luna’s fingertip traced along the lines of handwritten notes, “Yes. Really” She paused and looked up at him with a tender smile. “I should have you tutor me.”

“Oh, well…” Severus stumbled over his words.

“Mr. Snape. Ms. Black. This is the last time I’m going to ask for your attention.” Professor Slughorn scolded.

Severus and Luna’s faces both went red and their shoulders hunched with embarrassment as once again turned their attention to Professor Slughorn.

“The particular version of Amortentia that we will be brewing today was developed by Hogwarts Alumni Laverne de Montmorency. We’ll be using the following ingredients. Ahem.” Professor Slughorn cleared his throat before picking up each clear glass jar on his desk and holding it up so that the students could get a better view of each ingredient, “Ashwinder eggs. The eggs of this fiery serpent will help us to draw in the fiery energy of passion. Rose thorns, to remind us that love often hurts. Powdered moonstone, also known as the wishing stone, to enhance the desire for love. Pearl dust, known traditionally to help with heart conditions. Today it will aid us in a rather unconventional definition of a heart condition. And of course, rose petals, a timeless symbol of love. You’ll find the proper measurements for each of these outlined in your textbook, along with how to prepare them. We have about an hour left in class. That should be ample enough time for you to brew a small batch of Amortentia.”

Luna turned her attention back to her own textbook, “It says here the first step is to grind the moonstone and pearl down into dust using a mortar and pestle.” She dropped the gems into the mortar on their shared desk and began to twist her wrist back and forth in a feeble attempt to grind the stones into dust.

“It works better if you go in a circular motion.” Severus said barely audibly.

“What?” Luna questioned, not hearing him over the sound of several sets of mortar and pestles grinding around the room.

“Like this.” Severus said as he reached out and grabbed the pestle, his slender hand firmly placed on top of hers as he guided her to move the pestle in a grand circular motion encircling the entire inside of the mortar.

Luna turned her head to thank him, and quickly found her face so close to his that she could feel the warmth of his breath. The tip of his unique nose practically touched hers.

Severus, startled, quickly released his grip on the pestle and jumped back. “Sorry.”

“Thank you.” Luna said in unison with his sorry, “Wait, what?”

“Nothing.” Severus added nervously.

Why can’t I just act normal for once? This is why you have no friends.

Severus cracked the Ashwinder eggs and added them to the bubbling cauldron in silence as Luna finished grinding the powder. He tossed the shells into the bin and then turned back to face her, “Rose thorns and petals are next.”

A bouquet of gorgeous red roses sat in a spiral vase on the desk. The pair set to work carefully plucking the velvety petals from the flower and using a small paring knife to extract the thorns from the stem.

Art by @deathnotelu Instagram: amber_dnl

“Ouch!” Luna exclaimed as she dropped her knife on the table with a clatter. A small crimson droplet began to bloom on her thumb.

“Did you cut yourself?” Sever asked, clearly concerned.

“Yeah, but it’s not bad.” Luna said as she sucked on her small cut in an attempt to cull the sting.

Severus winced, “Don’t do that. It’s not good for the wound.”

Luna pulled her thumb back out from her mouth and a small droplet of blood once again formed on the tip of her finger.

Severus picked up his satchel from the ground and began to furiously dig around in it. Finally he pulled out a small bandage roll and a tiny vial of a fine yellow powder.

“What’s that?” Luna asked.

“Yarrow powder.” Severus responded, “It helps to stop bleeding.” He held her hand still with one hand and with the other carefully sprinkled some of the pine smelling powder onto her cut. He then proceeded to tightly wrap her finger with a small cloth bandage. “There.”

“I’m lucky you carry around first aid supplies.” Luna said with a smile.

“I get hurt a lot.” Severus said solemnly.

Luna felt her heart sink a little, “Thank you, Severus.”

I must seem so pathetic.

“Any time.” He meekly responded as he tucked his supplies back into his satchel.

Severus scooped up the collection of thorns they had made and tossed them into the brew. He began to stir methodically, one clockwise rotation followed by two counterclockwise rotation. He repeated this patten over and over as the potion began to swirl and shift colors in the cauldron.

Luna watched him curiously and then looked back down to her textbook, which clearly indicated to only stir the potion clockwise. She was going to bring this discrepancy up to him, but before her very eyes the brew began to shimmer with the telltale mother-of-pearl glow that only Amortentia produces. In fact, the shimmer of their potion seemed to surpass what was in Professor Slughorn’s own cauldron. They certainly had gotten theirs to shift colors faster than everyone else in the room.

Luna began to lean over the potion in an attempt to smell what unique scent the potion would create for her, but Severus reached his arm out in front of her and stopped her before she could get too close.

“Hold on.” He instructed. Severus peered over to Professor Slughorn, who was chatting up a Ravenclaw girl who was rumored to be the top of their class about joining his Slug Club. Seizing his opportunity, Severus slipped to the back of the classroom and into the storage closet. A mere moments later he returned holding a vial of tiny bright green leaves.

“What is that?” Luna whispered as to not attract any attention.

“Peppermint leaves.” Severus responded with a devilish grin only worn by those who have completed a successful heist.

“That’s not on the ingredient list.” Luna said curiously.

“It’s on mine.” Severus said proudly as he pointed to his textbook. Sure enough, scribbled in his own handwriting at the bottom of the ingredient list: peppermint leaves - finely chopped not crushed.

“Are you sure? Have you tried this before?” Luna questioned.

Only about a hundred times.

A warm smile melted onto Severus’s face as he finely chopped the small green leaves into the most delicate little pieces.

Luna couldn’t help but stare at him as he worked. His long slender fingers had a way of dancing with the knife. His face, which all too often had a cold and solemn look to it, now had a warm smile that while subtle, seemed to bring color to his entire face. He was beautiful, completely in his element.

Severus carefully scooped up the chopped peppermint and placed it into Luna’s hand, “Here. You do the honors.”

Luna hesitated, but when she saw the pure anticipation on Severus’s face she tossed the leaves into the cauldron. The spirals of purple smoke that were chaotically spurting out of the cauldron appeared to calm and find a consistent pattern.

“Huh.” Luna mused, clearly impressed.

Severus took a step closer to her and smiled, “Peppermint removes the rather unpleasant side effect of the drinker singing out of tune love songs.”

Luna giggled.

“You can try to smell it now.” Severus said, his head nodding towards the cauldron encouragingly.

Luna leaned over the swirling shimmering pink potion and inhaled deeply, her mind racing about all the different possibilities of scents she would smell. She paused and then stood up with a look of disappointment plastered on her face.

Oh, shit. Did I mess up?

“What?” Severus questioned.

“I don’t smell anything.” Luna said, “Are you sure the peppermint didn’t mess with it?”

“I’m certain.” Severus said sternly, “What do you mean you don’t smell anything?”

“I mean it doesn’t have a smell. It smells the same leaning over the cauldron as it does standing right where I am now.” Luna said.

“Huh.” Severus lifted a hand and rubbed his chin as if deep in thought, “Maybe what you love is Slughorn’s potions class.”

Luna laughed and playfully smacked Severus on the shoulder, “Oh, shut it, you.”

Severus gave a chuckle, and Luna realized this was the first time she had really ever heard him genuinely laugh. It was rich and deep.

“So it really smells like the classroom to you?” Severus pushed.

“I mean, not the classroom per say. The dungeon certainly has a distinct smell to it… I don’t know how to describe it. It’s not the dungeon itself that I smell. It’s just that where I’m standing right here smells no different to me than the Amortentia does.” Luna attempted to explain.

“Can you be more specific?” Severus asked.

Luna closed her eyes and inhaled, “It smells like sandalwood, blood oranges, ink, parchment, and the singe of smoke you get on your fingertips when you’ve spent too much time working with a potion.”

Severus looked down at his ink stained fingers. For a brief moment he hoped that it was him that she was smelling, but he quickly shoved that feeling down into a bottle with the rest of his emotions.

“Oh, just wonderful!” Professor Slughorn sang as he clamored his way over to the pair.

Startled, both Luna and Severus jumped before turning their attention to Professor Slughorn, who was now bent practically in half deeply inhaling the vapors coming out of their cauldron.

When he finally pried himself away from the vapors of their concoction his eyes were glazed over as if he were drunk.

“You two have done a wonderful job! Absolutely superb! Quite the potions pair you two make! Well done! 25 points to Slytherin for each of you on a job well done.” Professor Slughorn mused as he walked off towards the next pair of students, his walk a little more wobbly than usual.

“Oh, Gods!” Professor Slughorn groaned, his face practically turning green. “What did you two do?” his voice was now comically nasally as he had pinched his nose to not smell the brew in the student’s cauldron that was just as offcolor as Professor Slughorns skin.

The class erupted in laughter. Except for the pair who had made the disastrous brew, who began to melt out of pure embarrassment into their stools.

Idiots.

Professor Slughorn walked to the front of the room and removed a handkerchief from his coat pocket. It was painfully discolored, suggested not only that it was not just for show, but also that it was not washed frequently enough. He obnoxiously blew his nose and then tucked the dirty hanky back into his pocket. “Now then, I must remind you that love potions are banned here at Hogwarts. So please, no smuggling out any samples from todays class.” Professor Slughorn motioned towards the previous pair of student’s cauldron, “Especially yours. Who knows what that would do.” He skin began to shift to that nauseating green once more just thinking about the foul smell that pair had managed to create.

Professor Slughorn returned his attention to the Hufflepuff girl from earlier in the lesson, “Which reminds me. I’m going to need to confiscate that vial from Zonko’s.”

The girl grumbled, but handed over the vial to Professor Slughorn, who promptly tugged the vial into the tiny pocket hidden inside his jacket.

Severus and Luna walked out of the classroom together, but Severus stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Sirius leaning against the stone wall just opposite the classroom door.

The Hufflepuff girl and her group of friends were now huddled around Sirius, vying for his attention. Sirius was clearing basking in the radiance of their attention, but he was clearly not interested in any of them.

Why do so many girls look at him like that? Can’t they see him for what he really is?

“Lunch?” Sirius asked casually as he pushed himself off the wall he was leaning on with his back and strolled towards Luna.

Luna hesitated a minute and turned to look at Severus, who had looked away pretending to be preoccupied with something else.

If I don’t make eye contact maybe he will leave me alone for once.

“Yeah, sure, I’m hungry.” Luna finally answered.

“Great. Meet you in the hall with the guys.” Sirius smiled and headed off. The pack of hormonal girls followed him like lemmings.

Luna turned to look at Severus, “Are you going to lunch too?”

“What?” Severus asked surprised.

“Are you hungry? You can come to the Great Hall with me.” Luna questioned.

She’s just being nice to me because she pities me.

“Oh… No, thank you. I was just going to go for a walk outside. Maybe read some by the lake.” Severus gave a slight smile.

“That actually sounds really nice.” Luna adjusted her satchel over her shoulder, “Maybe I’ll just grab something to go from the Hall and see you out there.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.” Severus said.

“I want to.” Luna replied cheerfully.

Severus’s smile was genuine this time.

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Severus sighed in relief as he relished the feeling of the cool early autumn air as it kissed his skin. The temperature had just started to drop, but the leaves hadn’t begun to change colors just yet. He felt a weight come off his shoulders as he walked out of the castle walls. The loud hustle and bustle of the castle hallways was replaced by a comforting silence that enveloped him in a hug and calmed his nerves.

He loved going outside to walk or read during lunch. Any other time of day there were plenty of people out walking the grounds, but at this particular time of day he had them all to himself.

Usually.

“Hey Snivellus!” a shrill voiced called out from behind him.

Seriously?

Severus froze in his tracks, and his grip on the leather bound book in his hands tightened so much that his knuckles went white. For a moment he stood there in silence, his breath labored with inner rage, silently praying that they would just leave. He spun around quickly, “That’s not my name.” Severus snarled.

“That’s not my name.” James Potter mocked while making a pigish face. Sirius, Peter, and James all laughed. Remus and Lily hung back nervously, but neither did anything to deter their friends behavior.

James strutted towards Severus, a rather nasty grin plastered on his smug face, “I see you’re out to lunch with all your friends.” James mocked as he motioned towards the empty grounds.

Severus’s lips pressed tightly together in attempt to keep his rage from spilling out. He hugged his book to his chest, but remained silent.

Just leave me alone.

“Whatcha reading?” Sirius teased in a sing-song voice as he reached for the book.

“None of your business.” Severus responded coldly.

“Come on now, don’t be like that Snivellus.” Sirius goaded, the devil burning in his eyes.

“I told you, that’s not my name.” Severus spat, his voice now shaking with rage. He was finding it harder to swallow the venom of the beast that lay dormant within him.

“Ooooh hoooo, tough guy?” Peter chimed in, practically tripping as he stepped closer to Severus. His voice cracked when he spoke.

James scoffed, “The dungeon bat gets out of his cavern for one day and suddenly thinks he can take on the world.”

“Come on, let me just have a peak at the bloody book.” Sirius pushed as he once again lunged for the book. The cheery tone in his voice was gone and replaced with impatience teetering on anger.

Severus stepped back to dodge Sirius’s advances, but tripped on a tree root sticking out of the ground behind him. He stumbled and fell backwards. The stinging on his backside felt like nothing compared to the stinging that he now felt in his pride.

“Pathetic.” James sneered as he pushed his crooked glasses with one finger back up to their correction position on his nose.

Severus attempted to get up, but just as he was getting back to his feet, James reached into his robes and aimed his wand at Severus.

“Expelliarmus!” James shouted and Severus’s wand went flying from his hand, landing in some rather tall grass.

Panicked, Severus began frantically searching for his wand in the tall grass, tossing fistfuls of clumps of weeds and brush to the sides.

Come on, come on!

“Impedimenta!” James shouted, sending Severus once again tumbling to the ground.

This time he fell face first, his jaw smashing against a protruding sharp rock. The pain was instantaneous. Blood began to drip from his chin.

Severus’s thoughts went blank.

“You fucking asshole!” Severus shouted as he wiped his chin and looked down to see his fingertips covered in blood. Another drop fell from his chin and mixed with the dirt at his feet. His gaze returned to the clan of bullies, his obsidian eyes darkening beyond imagine.

“Tsk tsk” Sirius tutted, “What a filthy mouth you’ve got on you, Snivellus.” He placed a hand on his chest and feigned disgust.

“I can fix that.” James jeered, “Scourgify!”

Bright pink soap bubbles began to foam within Severus’s mouth and pour out his lips. They dripped down his face, mixing in a rather unpleasant manner with the blood on his chin. It made his fresh wound singe and burn. The taste was foul and Severus began to choke on the foam building up in his throat that prevented him from breathing properly. He felt as if he was going to be sick, but he stifled the urge to vomit for hear that he might asphyxiate.

“Ha, nice one James.” Peter egged him on. His rat-like face contorted in a rather disturbing smile.

“And now, for the grand finale” James announced, waving his wand arm in the air like a twisted circus ringleader, “Levicorpus.”

Severus began to slowly float in the air. His body writhed in a feeble attempt to keep his feet on the ground. He was about ten feet in the air when his body began to twist to turn him upside down.

“Let’s take a peak under those robes, shall we? Let’s see if you have the equipment to back up the attitude you just gave me.” James spit furiously.

Please.

Lily and Remus both looked horrified, but neither one of them made any attempt to stop James. They simply stood there and watched it happen.

Severus desperately attempted to scream for help, but the pink soap bubbles formed a gag.

I want to die.

“Expelliarmus!” a familiar female voice shouted.

James’s wand went flying from his grimy paw, and the moment it left his hands Severus was dropped back down to the earth with a loud thud.

James turned towards the voice, his face beat red with rage, spit foaming around his lips as he screamed, “Who the fu-”

“Flipendo.” Luna whispered with a soft rage, interrupting James mid sentence and sending him flying backwards into the field of grass where Severus’s wand was still lost.

“Luna!” Sirius scolded, “What the hell was that for?”

“What do you mean what was that for? Look at him!” Luna practically screamed as she motioned towards Severus who was just now getting back on his feet. He was covered in a mixture of dirt, soap, and blood that formed a rather repulsive color when mixed together.

“Oh, come on. It’s just Snivellus.” Sirius grumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair. A nervous habit of his from childhood.

“His name is Severus.” Luna said sternly, noticing the moment of weakness in her brother.

“Whatever.” Sirius scoffed as he reached out a hand and helped James back to his feet, “Come on, let’s just go.”

As the group headed back to the castle, Luna stood there, her chest rapidly rising and falling with labored breath. When she was sure that they weren’t going to return, she turned around and headed over to Severus, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Severus said, clearly trying to hold back tears.

She must think I’m so pathetic.

“What am I saying? Of course you’re not okay.” Luna sighed and picked up Severus’s satchel. She reached inside and pulled out a familiar small vial of fine yellow powder, “Is this the yarrow powder?”

“Yes.” Severus responded meekly.

Luna popped the cork off the vial and poured a little bit of the fine powder onto Severus’s chin. He winced. “Sorry.” Luna whispered as she winced sympathetically.

“It’s not your fault.” He responded.

“All the same.” Luna smiled softly as she gingerly wiped his wound clean with first aide supplies she found in Severus’s satchel.

“I told you I get hurt a lot.” Severus gave a half-hearted laugh, but there was a darkness to his tone.

Luna frowned, “Please tell me this doesn’t happen all the time.”

Please don’t look at me like that.

“Not all the time.” Severus groaned as Luna wiped his wound, “… Just sometimes.”

Luna sighed, “I’m sorry.”

She thinks I’m pathetic. I am pathetic.

“I told you, it’s not your fault.” Severus repeated sternly.

There was an awkward moment of silence.

“Are you hungry?” Luna asked.

“What?” Severus responded.

Luna reached into her own satchel and pulled out two sandwiches, “I stopped at the Great Hall before coming out here. I know you said you were going to come out here to walk and read by the lake. I figured you’d be hungry… and I was hoping that maybe I could join you?”

What the hell?

“S-sure” Severus said, his voice clearly a little shaky.

Luna beamed and handed him one of the sandwiches. Severus took it from her with a faint smile. After relocating Severus’s wand in the brush, the two made their way down the path a bit until they came to a large oak tree on a hill just above the lake. It’s looming height suggested it had been there for years, perhaps as longer than the school had been open. There was a distinct patch of dirt at the base of the tree where grass had clearly stopped growing decades ago. It was obvious that over the years many students had sat here gazing out at the waters of the lake.

“This is one of my favorite spots.” Severus said as he took a seat at the base of the tree.

“It’s beautiful.” Luna remarked as she sat down next to him.

They sat in silence, eating their lunch and watching the wind blow little ripples of water across the lake.

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“No, no, don’t cut it.” Severus said as he quickly snatched the silver dagger from Luna’s hand.

“What?” Luna boggled at him, “Did I mess something up already?”

“Technically, no.” Severus grinned.

Luna’s forehead crinkled with confusion.

“You get the juices out of the Sopophorous bean much more effectively if you crush it with the dagger instead of cutting it.” Severus said as he methodically pressed the shimmering silver blade at an odd angle into the bean against the cutting board. There was a soft crackle sound as the exocarp cracked open and thick silver juice oozed out from the pearly white bean.

“Where did you learn that little trick?” Luna questioned.

“Trial and error.” Severus responded as he poured the Sopophorous juices into the cauldron. He flicked his wand at large hooked spoon in the cauldron and it began to stir. It mixed the contents seven times counterclockwise before stopping, reversing direction for one stir, and then continued to repeat this pattern.

Luna watched the ladle dance in the cauldron and then peered back down at her textbook for a moment before turning her gaze to Severus, “Is this trial and error too? The extra clockwise spin?”

Severus simply smiled.

“You’re really something else you know that.” Luna praised.

“What?” Severus practically stuttered, “No, I’m not.”

“Don’t be modest. You’re bloody brilliant, Sev.” Luna beamed.

A faint rosey pink flushed Severus’s face.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you were teaching this class one day. Hell, teaching your techniques to all the potioneers of the world.” Luna said earnestly.

“It’s just a few tweaks. Nothing major.” Severus insisted as his gaze moved to the floor.

“I wish you could see you like I do.” Luna resigned.

“… What?” Severus questioned.

“Oh, excellent work you too! You’re turning out to be quite the potioneer duo!” Professor Slughorn chimed as he leaned deeply over the still stirring cauldron to peer inside. “As a matter of fact, I was wondering, Miss Black, if you would be interested in a little soirée I’m holding this weekend. I call it my Slug Club. It’s rather exclusive. I only invite students who I think really have potential to make waves in the wizarding world. What do you say?”

“Actually, Professor, If you’re looking for wizards who will change the world one day, you should really be asking Severus to attend. He’s the brilliant mind behind our success in your class.” Luna insisted.

What?

“Well then, my invitation extends to you my boy. What do you say Mister Snape?” Professor Slughorn solicited.

You can’t say no now that she stuck her neck out for you.

“Um… Sure.” Severus mumbled.

“And you, Miss Black?” Professor Slughorn pushed.

“Of course.” Luna replied.

“Excellent!” Professor Slughorn said emphatically as he open his jacket and procured a pair of embossed party invitations. “I do so look forward to seeing you both there. Please dress formally.”

Ugh, what did I just agree to?

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When Severus wandered into the Slytherin common room after his last class of the day had concluded, Luna and Regulus were sitting together on black leather couch in the center of the room in front of a roaring fire. Luna had a parcel on her lap that was wrapped with brown paper and tied with a simple string. The two appeared to be huddled close together like thieves and laughing.

“Dad is going to kill you if he finds out.” Regulus chuckled.

“Oh, please. He has like a thousand of them. He’s never going to notice if just one of them goes missing.” Luna rolled her eyes.

Curious.

“Evening.” Severus drawled.

Luna and Regulus practically jumped out of their skin, like children caught misbehaving by their parents.

Severus’s eyebrow peaked at this behavior, “Up to no good are we?” he teased.

“No.” Luna said defensively.

“Yes.” Regulus said at the same time as Luna’s denial with a rather cheeky smile plastered across his face.

Luna gave Regulus a playful smack on the shoulder and Regulus laughed heartily in return.

“Come on, join us in our bad behavior.” Regulus teased as he scooted over to allow Severus to sit between him and his sister. He gently patted the spot on the couch in a welcoming manner.

What’s the catch?

Severus cautiously sat down between them.

“Here.” Luna said as she pressed the parcel into Severus’s lap, “This is for you.”

There it is.

“It isn’t my birthday.” Severus said cautiously.

“I wasn’t aware that I needed a special occasion to give a gift.” Luna tormented, “Just open it!”

Severus surgically opened the parcel, taking special care to unfold each little bit of paper instead of simply shredding it. When he finally had it unraveled, a cloak as dark as the night sky lay on the brown parchment.

It’s gorgeous.

“Try it on!” Luna exclaimed. The smile on her face was akin to innocent excitement of a child on Christmas morning.

Severus hesitated, but Regulus gave him a gentle push on the shoulder with his own shoulder, “Come on, Sev.”

Did he just call me Sev? Are we… friends?

Severus stood up and began to fasten the cloak, his slender fingers making quick work of the ties. The cloak enveloped him.

“It looks fantastic.” Luna beamed, her eyes widening to take him all in.

“Well, yeah.” Regulus scoffed, “It’s dad’s. It’s expensive. Of course it looks good.”

“It’s what?!” Severus exclaimed as he began to undo the cloak with a look of pure panic in his eyes.

Luna shot up from the couch and grabbed Severus’s hands to stop him, “It’s fine, Sev. I had Kreacher mail it to me. My father has tons of these, he’s never going to notice one missing.”

“I really don’t want to bring the wrath of Orion Black upon myself.” Severus said nervously.

“Kreacher won’t tell him. Really. He isn’t that loyal to my dad. Now if I had tried to get him to take something from mother… Well that would have been a completely different story.” Luna grinned.

“You’d be dead for sure. Both of you. And Kreacher. And probably me. And Sirius too for good measure.” Regulus chuckled.

Severus gulped.

“I got you this.” Luna said as she tidied up the bits of the cloak that Severus had undone, “So that you could feel like the superhero that you are. You know, like a cape.”

Oh Gods.

Regulus almost choked on his own spit from trying to contain his laughter.

“Don’t.” Luna warned as she pointed a threatening finger at her brother.

Regulus mimed locking his lips with a key and tossing it to the side before raising his arms like a criminal being arrested.

“I know it sounds silly… and maybe childish” Luna said tentatively, “But when you have this on I want you to see you like I see you. Brilliant. Caring. Strong.”

“I’m not..” Severus began, but he was quickly interrupted.

“You are.” Luna insisted, “When you wear this cloak, I want you to feel like a superhero. To be brave.”

Regulus shot up to his feet, “Like this, Sev.” Regulus stood with his feet firmly planet, his chest puffed up, and his hands resting on his hips like a hero right out of a comic book.

They aren’t messing with me… this is genuine.

Severus laughed nervously, and replicated Regulus’s pose, albeit with much less confidence.

“I love it.” Luna giggled as she clasped her hands in front of her chest.

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Severus crooked his neck in a feeble attempt to see past the towering stack of books that he held as he maneuvered from the Restricted Section of the library to a small table in the corner of the room where he hoped to read undisturbed. His face contorted in a wince as his hip banged against the corner of a bookshelf on the side of his book tower that he couldn’t see.

“Aw, hurt ourself, did we Snivellus?” a familiar voice taunted.

Severus froze in his tracks, the book at the very top of the stack fell to the ground with a thud.

“Looks like you dropped something.” A second familiar voice chimed in, “Here, let me help.”

Can’t I just have one day…

The tower of books came crashing down to the ground, revealing James and Sirius in their wake. James had smacked the books from Severus’s hands, and stood there with a smug look on his face. “Oops.”

Severus looked down at the books strewn on the floor, some of which had had their spines cracked. He felt a rage building up inside him that longed to be unfettered.

The pair of boys began to cackle like the witches in muggle fairy tales, watching Severus’s burning gaze towards the ground.

“You’re so clumsy. Did you get some of the grease from your hair on your hands? That’s probably why you dropped that.” James sneered.

Normally Severus would sulk away and have an imaginary argument with his bullies in his mind when he got back to the dormitory. He would think of all the things that he wanted to say but never had the courage or the confidence to in person. Today was different. As he stared at the books on the floor he caught a glimpse of the bottom of his cloak billowing in the light draft that always seemed to be present in the library. Flashes of him and Regulus posing like super heroes in the common room while Luna laughed went through his mind. And he felt brave.

I don’t deserve this.

“Do you have no respect for anything?” Snape annunciated each work with deadly precision as he slowly raised his gaze from the floor to meet James. His obsidian orbs darkened like night as the hurt and rage he had spent years bottling up poured out of him.

Rage from being an outcast. Rage from being tormented relentlessly. Rage from being beat and called names from his father. Rage from his mother who watched it all happen. Rage from the dark thoughts that he poised his own mind with about himself.

James took a step backwards, caught off guard by the sudden change of demeanor, “Wha-”

Severus cut him off abruptly, “Do you have any idea how valuable these books are?”

James snorted, “Valuable? They’re a couple of ugly books. They’ve got torn pages and broken spines.”

Severus gave an exhausted sigh, “The value of things does not lie in their appearance.”

“That sounds like shit ugly people say.” Sirius chuckled.

Severus scoffed, “I am constantly amazed at the level of delusion people must possess to think that beauty is the same as goodness. The ladies may swoon over you now, but your ugly hearts will rot you from the inside out. I only pray that I am there to witness the day people finally see you for who you really are.”

Severus gathered his books, taking the time to inspect each one for damage before placing it on the desk next to him.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Sirius said, his chest puffed out defensively.

“It means I hope you choke.” Severus said coldly as he sat down and began to read.

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“Gods, please tell me that you actually said that last bit.” Regulus said eagerly, perched on the edge of the leather couch in the common room, “And I mean out loud, not in your head.”

Severus gave a lighthearted chuckle, “I did.”

Regulus fell back into the couch and full on belly laughed, “Oh, I can’t wait to tease Sirius about this. Good on you, Sev. It’s about time you stood up to that lot.”

Luna walked up to Severus and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a deep hug, “I’m so proud of you.”

I’m proud of me too.

Severus stood with his arms awkwardly straight as his sides, still as a statue as Luna hugged him. His body may have been frozen in that position, but inside his heart flicked with an unusual warmth.

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Severus broke himself out of his self-induced trance and finally looked up from his potions textbook. How long had he been at it? He could have sworn the sun was still up when he had started, but it was dark now. He could, and frequently did, lose himself in his studies.

He looked back down to his book and glanced over the tiny handwritten notes scattered among the margins. He was more than just a few chapters ahead of the class, he was practically finished with the book. He yawned, but caught himself just before his hand reached his mouth and pulled it away. It was absolutely covered in ink stains.

He closed his worn textbook and tossed it into his leather satchel. He gathered the rest of his things quietly, after all he wasn’t sure what time it was, and he didn’t want to disturb anyone else in the dorms.

He made his way quietly to the bathroom and dropped his satchel on the floor next to the door. The echoing thud of his bag hitting the ceramic tiles of the floor let him know that he was alone. He locked the door behind him, sighed wearily, and began to undress. He always showered late at night so that he didn’t have to deal with other people. The thought that someone might see him disrobed absolutely horrified him. Hell, he even avoided looking in the mirror during his evening routine.

Severus procured a small bottle from his satchel. It was a special shampoo blend that he had crafted for himself. Plenty of people had referred to him as “greasy” and he was experimenting with creating his own blend that would alleviate this issue.

He turned the shower water on, but remained outside the stall allowing the water to heat up. Dancing waves of steam poured out of the shower stall and began to fill the room. The mirrors fogged over and he no longer felt worried about catching a glimpse of himself. He popped the stopper off the bottle and absentmindedly took a whiff of his shampoo. It smelled delightful, like sandalwood and blood orange. Severus froze for a moment as his thoughts raced.

It was at this moment that he noticed the light singe of smoke on his fingertips from working with cauldrons and the splotches of ink along the sides of his fingers and his palms.

Earlier in the week when Luna had described what she smelled in the Amortentia… it couldn’t be.

But there it was, both in and on his hands. Sandalwood, blood orange, smoke, and ink. What she had smelled was him. He shook his head dismissively, as if to shake his own thoughts out of his head.

Surely not?

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Severus sat uncomfortably next to Regulus on the black leather couch near the fireplace of the Slytherin common room. He was dressed in a high collared dress robe of varying shades of black and grey. He had also included the cloak that Luna had gifted him. The robes long sleeves with tightly clasped buttons and equally buttoned up beck ensured that very little if any of himself was showing. He felt more secure by hiding his body away behind those buttons. Each one a tiny shield fighting off anyone from seeing him underneath.

He couldn’t sit still, and found his hands constantly fidgeting with the buttons on his clothes. The thread in the button over his wrist had begun to fray as a result. Butterflies danced in his stomach.

This isn’t a date. This is a professor led social event. This isn’t a date.

“You alright, mate?” Regulus asked with one eyebrow peaked.

“What?” Severus said rather surprised. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he had almost forgotten that Regulus was even in the room.

“You’re all…” Regulus fumbled his own hands around rather dramatically, mimicking Severus’s hands, “I don’t know. All twitchy.”

“I’m fine.” Severus assured him as he clasped his hands together and forced them to behave and sit still. The frayed button was all too obvious now and it pained him that he didn’t have time to stitch it to be more presentable before the party.

A sound of a heavy door shutting from the girls upper dormitory entrance filled the room, causing both boys to snap their attention upwards.

Luna was adorned with a black and green layered dress. The top was black with long sleeves and black buttons running down the sides of her waist. The second layer of fabric peaked out beneath the top layer and was emerald green with black lace florals ontop. A small black silk bow was tied in the center of her collar.

“That looks new” Regulus smiled as he went over and gave his sister a hug, “You’re gonna drive those nerds at Slughorn’s party nuts.”

Luna giggled and playfully smacked Regulus, “Shut up.”

“Fine. You look ugly. Is that better?” Regulus teased.

Stop it.

Luna full on belly laughed now.

“A right old maid. You’ll be single your whole life. Mum and Dad will get no grandchildren from you, that’s for sure.” Regulus continued to speak over Luna’s laughter.

“That’s enough.” Severus said sternly.

“What? Don’t you think my sister looks ugly, Sev?” Regulus tormented, “What’s the issue? Do you fancy her, Severus?”

“N-no. Of course not.” Severus stuttered.

Luna stopped laughing. She felt her heart sink to the very pit of her stomach.

“I’m just teasing.” Regulus assured him, “Just keep an eye on her at the dance, yeah? Don’t let any of those nerds get too fresh with her. Bring her back in one piece.”

“I will” Severus smiled nervously.

“Good, because I really would hate to kill you. I actually kinda like you.” Regulus had a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“Regulus!” Luna scolded him.

Regulus simply chuckled, “Go on now, you’re gonna be late.”

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Severus and Luna walked down the empty halls, the light from the tips of their wands the only thing pushing back the pitch black darkness. It was late at night, and most of the school was sequestered to their dormitories. They, along with the other attendees of the Slug Club, had been granted special privileges to be out late tonight to attend Professor Slughorn’s soirée.

Their footsteps echoed so loudly that they bounced off the walls and gave the illusion that someone was walking behind them.

Luna inched closer and closer to Severus as they made their way down the hall until finally the side of her arm was brushing against his.

The sudden sensation of another touching him startled Severus, and the nervousness he felt only heightened as he turned to see Luna’s face lit up faintly by the glow of their wands next to him.

“Sorry.” She whispered, as if they weren’t the only two people in the hall. “Just a bit nervous in the dark.”

“I’m right here.” Severus reassured her.

They walked in silence the rest of the way to Professor Slughorns office. Every now and then the natural sway in their arms from walking would cause their hands to graze one another. Each time it sent a cold panic into Severus, like ice shards piercing his heart.

They gave the secret knock that Professor Slughorn insisted everyone in the Slug Club memorize and the door swung open. Not magically, but by Professor Slughorn himself who stood proudly just beyond the threshold in an ill-fitted plaid suit. “You rushed the triplet in the middle, but I’ll let it slide this time.”

Why did I agree to come here?

He took a step back and ushered the pair into the room with a grand sweeping of his arm, “Welcome, welcome!” he voice bellowed.

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The pair walked awkwardly through the door together. They felt like they had walked out on to stage in the middle of a play; as if the spotlight had suddenly shown on them and they were standing there with no lines rehearsed. It felt as if everyone was starring at them.

They were.

Kill me.

“Drinks are just over there.” Professor Slughorn broke the silence as he pointed towards an elaborately dressed buffet table on the opposite side of the room. It was adorned with several large bowls of varying drinks.

“Thanks” Luna gave an awkward smile and headed towards the drinks. Severus followed close behind.

The novelty of the new party guests wore off quickly and soon the room was back to murmur of voices, fake laughter, and clinking glasses.

“What do you want to drink?” Severus asked as he grabbed two ornate crystal goblets.

“Fizzleberry, please.” Luna responded.

Severus poured himself the same, although he had never actually tried it before. It took him longer than he would admit to pour the drinks, as his hands were shaking. It filled him with self-hatred. Potioneering was a craft that required steady hands, and on any other day he was steady as a muggle surgeon. Not today though. Crowds and parties were certainly not his thing.

I hate everyone.

“Thanks.” Luna smiled as she took the drink from him.

Almost everyone.

Severus attempted to socialize at first, but he couldn’t help but feeling like a lost puppy following Luna around while she talked to the other guests. She would look to him to join in on the conversation from time to time, but remained silent. He was sure she was just trying to include him, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was just a disappointment.

She probably regrets telling Slughorn to invite me.

Eventually, not wishing to be a burden or to spoil the mood of the party, Severus had sat himself alone at a table in the corner of the room. He had been holding the same cup of fizzleberry soda since they arrived, but he hadn’t taken a single sip of it. Honestly, he wasn’t sure if his stomach could handle it, and he was absolutely not going to deal with the embarrassment of throwing up at a party. The other students already had enough ammunition to use against him.

When he finally took a sip of his drink he realized that it had long since gone flat. He wretched and his face tightened up in a painful looking grimace.

Ugh, flat and unbearably sweet.

If it were up to him, he would have slipped out and gone back to the dormitories soon after arriving. Of course he wouldn’t though, he had promised Regulus that he would look after Luna. Although, if he was being honest, he knew that she didn’t need looking after. After all, she had been the one to recently come to his defense.

“Severus?” Luna said his name in a tone that suggested it was not the first time she had tried to get his attention.

“Hm?” He barely got out as he snapped back to reality.

“Let’s go.” Luna said encouragingly as she nudged his chair with her leg.

Please.

“The party isn’t over.” Severus said, although inside he was dying to leave.

“I know, but Professor Slughorn cracked open a vintage wine that he said everyone could have some of as long as they didn’t tell. I’m sure no one will notice if we leave, and even if they do they’ll probably forget come morning. Let’s go. You look so uncomfortable.”

Oh thank the Gods.

“Alright then, if you’re sure.” Severus said tenatively.

“Now when you’ve made a name for yourself, don’t forget who it was who set you along your path, yes?” Professor Slughorn said as he lifted a glass of wine that was certainly not his first for the night high above his head.

Sure enough, not a soul noticed them leave.

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As soon as the door shut behind them, the loud chattering sounds of the party vanished completely. Clearly Professor Slughorn had placed a silencing charm on the door so as not to draw an unwanted attention to what really goes on in a Slug Club party.

Severus immediately started heading back towards the Slytherin dormitories, desperately wanting to put some distance between himself and that wretched party. When he only head one set of footsteps echoing in the hall he turned to check on Luna, “Coming?”

“Can we take a detour?” Luna asked, her hands nervously clasped behind her back like a child trying to act innocent to gets sweets from her parents.

“I don’t think that’s very wise. It’s late and I promised Regulus I’d get you home safely. He said he would hate to kill me, you remember?” Severus smiled.

“Just a quick one.” Luna pleaded as she leaned forwards on her toes just slightly.

Severus sighed, “Fine. A quick one.”

Luna beamed and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him off with her in the opposite direction.

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It was much lighter outside the castle walls at night than it was inside of them. Thousands of twinkling stars up above lit up the night sky and illuminated the walkways of the grounds.

The sounds of owls hooting and katydids chirpping filled the night air. Sounds like branches snapping beneath creatures wandering in the Forbidden Forest carried so much father in the night; their rustling being able to be faintly heard from the banks of the Black Lake.

The pair was seated at the base of the ancient oak tree by the lake. Hundreds of fireflies danced in the sky, creating little orbs of light that waltzed with them on the surface of the water. Every now and again a firefly would wander over to them, its little green light illuminating their faces for a fleeting moment.

“Beautiful.” Severus whispered.

“Right?” Luna smiled, “Autumn is just beginning, so this is the last chance we’ll probably have to see them this year. I just wanted to see them one more time before we get into the nitty gritty of the school year. A bit of nature’s magick to get me through the year.”

She has no idea I didn’t mean the fireflies.

She leaned back against the base of the might oak, which Severus was already leaning against; their shoulders pushing against each other.

“It reminds me of when I was little. I loved watching them in the garden. When I was very young I would cry when they would go away for the year. Regulus actually caught me some in a jar once to keep as pets… Sirius smashed them and painted his face with their glowing inside. He thought it looked like war paint.” Luna laughed hollowly.

Asshole.

“I’m sorry.” Severus said solemnly.

“For as sweet as he can be to me, he also has a tendency to hurt things that I love. I don’t know if it’s on purpose or not.” Luna sighed.

“What else has he hurt?” Severus asked, his gaze still fixed on the fireflies over the lake. When he received silence as an answer, he turned to look at Luna. She sat in utter silence looking at him.

Severus swallowed, but his mouth was just as dry as his throat and offered no comfort from the nervousness that now muted him like a cotton ball in his mouth.

She can’t possibly mean…

Saying nothing, Luna slid her hand closer to Severus’s.

The pair both looked down as their hands dared to close the gap between one another. Their fingers anxiously playing chicken over who would touch the other one first.

Come on, Severus, be brave.

Finally Severus’s pointer finger gently brushed the top of her knuckle.

Their eyes met and Severus could see himself in the reflection of her eyes. And for once, he could really see himself. Not as how his father saw him. Not as how his tormentors saw him. Not even as how he saw himself… but as how she saw him. Brilliant. Caring. Strong.

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He leaned in towards her cautiously, expecting her to pull away at any moment. But she didn’t. Their lips grazed against one another, and Severus felt his heart stop. In a fraction of a second that felt like an eternity he waited for her to jerk away from him utterly repulsed. But she didn’t. To his utter surprise, she pressed her lips back into his. His hand wrapped gingerly around her cheek and pulled her in closer as he dared to go in for another kiss.

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Congratulations on your milestone!!!

Can i request perhaps a comfort with Octa trio, with an artist reader but finding out their art it just a coping mechanism, please?

if its not too much tho— feel free to ignore the request:)

Thank you!

Azul had long-since attempted to get one of your art pieces in the Mostro Lounge. The art of another world - Another universe! It was a novelty that was discovered in your first art class. You had techniques and perspectives and memories of places no one had ever seen. Whatever you put your mind to, you poured your heart and soul into it to bring something alive in it. Something none of Twisted Wonderland had ever experienced before you arrived; Your world.

Your teachers were surprised and excited by your works. Other students marveled as they asked questions about the places you painted, or the things you captured in your sculptures. Your art very quickly became the talk of the school - And it was spreading quickly beyond those confines as people passionately shared photos of your work online and discussed what you'd say about your own work. Posts of your paintings were going viral online, and you were attracting quite the unique art convention to Night Raven College. But to you, it was the only way you could see your world, even just a glimpse of it. It was because of your rise in popularity that Azul was willing to do whatever it took to get a piece of your art. Something to attract people to the Mostro Lounge, something he could invest in for the future - A ___ ___ original! But you weren't selling. "Look, Azul, I've told you several times already that I'm not selling. I'm not doing commission work. I just, I just create art, and I'm keeping it for myself." "Surely, ___.. You couldn't appreciate all this art on your own? You MUST have some pieces you're willing to part with. I've got quite the offer, I'd say.." "No thank you." "You can have a meal a day at the Mostro Lounge for a month." "No." "Two months." "I said no." "Three-" You start closing the door on him again, which is when a foot slips right between the door and the doorframe. You look up to see Floyd grinning, having just slithered into view. "Now Shrimpy, I think you should hear out Azul's offer.. ~ Wouldn't want to be rude, yeah?" He's daring you to give him just one reason. You sigh, slowly opening the door. You're not looking to give him a reason. Azul straightens his tie, coughing into his fist as he puts on his smile again. "Now, ___.. I'm sorry we're getting a little more.. eager? But you have to know by now that your art is going to make a lot of noise. If you let me host a public gallery, we can keep the art hounds off of you. No one will know your address, and anyone who comes here to harass you would meet quite the resistance! I know you like your privacy, so please, let us help you." "...." You stare at the two, your hands still firmly on the door, ready to attempt to slam it at any moment. Jade is nowhere to be seen, but that doesn't mean he isn't here. But still.. there's a certain sense to what he's saying. You could let him showcase your art, keeping the pieces all to yourself at the end of the day, and he'd keep people from trying to take it for themselves. And, if you aren't selling, that creates an exclusivity that should be appealing to him.. "How's this; I could let you showcase my art, BUT- The pieces are still my own. Mine. I'm not selling. I'm not selling to you, I'm not selling to the art critics, I'm not selling." "That's fine! I can work with that! Yes, an art exhibit could be quite thrilling!" Azul flashes an excited and warm smile. "And it'll be quite beneficial for the both of-" "I want half the proceeds." "..." Azul blinks. He then gives you a bewildered look. ".... What?" "You're gonna charge for admission, yeah? I want half of whatever you make from my art." "..... I'm sure we can iron out the details-" "It's a non-negotiable term." Azul pauses. He smiles once again. "We'll iron out the details in a contract, to keep both parties honest." "You'll be speaking with my lawyer." "... Who is your lawyer, exactly..?" "Crewel." "... I see. ----- Part 2

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I am not Your Mr. Miyagi: Rough Draft

I am bored and wanting to post stuff: So here is the rough draft of I am not Your Mr. Miyagi.

-0-

 The first time Tsuna ever met Hoshi, she worked at repainting a park fence, not paying attention to anyone. She wore the traditional outfit most town handypersons wore- a white jumpsuit with the kanji for Nammori on the back in black. She kept her hair under a ball cap for the heat and had worn her contacts that day.

 Tsuna met her while avoiding some bullies- the nastier ones. It wasn’t often a bully would get physical with him. Most were afraid of Hibari or the teachers. Even the other students didn’t normally stand for actual physical bullying.

 It was just sometimes they felt like kicking him when he was down.

 They hadn’t noticed the handyman working until she whistled when they’d cornered him.

 “If you three have extra energy, I’m sure your parents would agree to you volunteering to paint a fence… or two… or twenty.” She held up her paint can, a single eyebrow raised. The bullies ran off, leaving Tsuna by himself. She snorted, watching them run. “That happen often?” she asked Tsuna, who jerked and blushed.

 “Uh… no! No! Just… I’m Dame-Tsuna. I’m kinda used to it.” The woman blinked.

 “…You call yourself useless?”

 “I am,” Tsuna said blankly, feeling no reason to refute the truth.

 “…If you’re that useless, come over here and make yourself useful.” The woman said. “I’ve got an extra brush.” Tsuna hesitated before he walked over and kneeled, taking a brush and copying her painting.

 He got way more paint on himself, and the woman- who said her name was Johnson Hoshi but told him to call her Hoshi-san- had to repaint some of his parts, but she’d told him good job and sent him off with a few yen.

 He felt… he felt good.

-0-

“What if I told you I could give you twenty-five years?” the man asked her, standing in the room she was receiving chemotherapy.

 “I’d say you’re a scam artist but probably go along out of hope.” She told him, studying the man. He wore a hat made of iron, checkered gloves and a tie. The same pattern rested on his face.

 A scam artist or an eccentric billionaire? 

 “Even if it means abandoning this dimension? Never seeing your family again?”

 “Even then.”

-0-

 The next time the two crossed paths, Hoshi was trimming some trees in the schoolyard along with a coworker, the job given to them as the students normally responsible for it recovered from being scolded by the Disciplinary Committee for some unknown reason.

 Hoshi didn’t want to know.

 “You lost us the game Dame-Tsuna!” Whined some boys as they glared at the young boy who looked pained.

 “Shoulda never let him join us.”

 “Yeah!”

 “You know,” Hoshi said loudly to draw their attention. “I hate it when someone decides to pin the blame on one student for a game. Is it not a team sport? Even if one student was awful, what about the others? Did they not try at all? Why blame one person? All of them sucked; that’s why they lost. One person doing bad doesn’t mean they lose.” She told her coworker straight face as the man rolled his eyes. “I guess the entire team was useless then.”

 Hoshi later would say that she didn’t know why she did it. She blamed her foster siblings, honestly. She never quite liked name-calling ever since.

 The kids shut up then, pale and looking a bit ashamed, as Tsuna stared at her with big brown eyes.

 …Dear lord, are those flowers around him?

 Hoshi firmly kept her gaze away.

 Nope. Not falling for it. Nope.

-0-

“Why me?” Hoshi asked Checkerface, sitting in her room, holding her violin. “Why me?”

 “If you don’t, then a child may have to take your place. And that… that’s too much for even me.” He said honestly. Hoshi closed her eyes and let out a low noise.

 He had to go there.

-0-

 The third time was when Tsuna stumbled upon her dancing around a group of delinquents who didn’t like that she’d trimmed back the bushes to their little hideout. Hibari caught them doing drugs without the bushes and delivered a beatdown. They then attacked her.

 They never hit her. She twirled out of their grasp, bent back away from their fists, and jumped over their heads, causing them to beat themselves up, much to her glee.

 “…Kid?” Hoshi said upon spotting him.

 “Can you teach me?!” Tsuna blurted out, eyes wide as he stared at the bodies behind her. “I’d love to be able to beat-“

 “This isn’t Karate Kid!” the woman said, holding her hands up. “I’m not your Mr. Miyagi!”

 “…What?”

 “…It’s an American movie. Anyway, kid, I don’t fight-“

 “You just beat them!” Tsuna protested, pointing at the bodies.

 “By dancing!” Hoshi said, lifting her arms above her head.

 “…What?”

 “I’m a dancer, kid- I just danced and was quicker than they were; nothing else about it!” she told him.

 “…Can you teach me?” Tsuna asked. “I’m Dame-Tsuna, but you-“

 “I just don’t like bullies, kid,” Hoshi told him. “There wasn’t any other reason I tried to help you.” Tsuna, though, just looked at her, desperate.

 He was young enough- nine- he wasn’t yet beaten down by the insults and cruelty. None of his life lay around him, destroyed by society to have a scapegoat.

 Hoshi looked at him and then cursed, seeing his eyes.

 “Damn it. I’m not your Mr. Miyagi!” she said, throwing her hands up. “I’ll teach you ballet, that’s it, got it?” she pointed at him. “You get to figure out the rest.”

 “Thank you!”

 “…I already regret this,” Hoshi muttered to herself.

-0-

 “No regrets?”

 “No,” Hoshi told the man. “None.”

 “Good.”

-0-

 Hoshi wanted to groan loudly.

 Not even two months into this new world, and she makes contact with the main character.

 No, wait, she agreed to teach the main character.

She needed a drink.

 Meeting Hibari hadn’t been a shock- she did work in his town, but there was a difference between staring blankly at him when he gave orders or ignoring him while she did landscaping at the school and interacting with Tsunayoshi! It had been challenging to remember the show, but she did remember the main character. Her interest in it had waned thanks to the lousy animation, and then her cancer was found, so she lost more interest.

 Sighing, she fiddled with the doorknob on her apartment, making a face at how long it took to open. Making a mental note to go and see if the landlord would mind her messing with it, Hoshi entered her apartment. Checkerface had given her money to use in her new world, and she used it to buy her new home. She’d call it a studio in Canada- or a bachelor depending on who you’d ask. She forgot what her landlord called it.

 Her kitchen was in a small corner, her bed on the opposite side. It was just a pile of pillows and blankets on top of a mattress. A dresser with an excellent sound system sat against a wall, with her TV and comfortable couch near it. It wasn’t much, but for Hoshi, it was enough as she worked and saved. 

 Feeling lazy, she flopped on her couch and turned on the TV to a hockey game, fiddling with the chain around her neck, her fingers ghosting the pacifier at the end.

 She was going to need to think up some lessons.

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Cw vent ish. Not really venting but perhaps angry rambling?? Plus some??? I'm not sure if anyone reads these but I'd be lying if I said I didn't care. A PSA‼️‼️ if reading these hurts you? Please don't. It won't help you feel better in the long run unless these help shed clarity on why you feel some things. I care about those who will see these❣️ and I don't wish for anyone to further wallow in their feelings instead of doing something about them. Wallowing isn't exactly something you shouldn't do, but there's a thin line between feeling out your emotions and despairing in them. Make sure to drink water, eat something with iron in it, get your vitamins, and breathe fresh air. Feel the earth and allow yourself to be happy. I really don't care what you did, that doesn't stop you from at least redemption. Don't make your first shot at life a boring or belittling one‼️🫶

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I want to scream at people from my past who tell the story wrong. I'll do that here, and I'll be truthful instead of downright condescending. To start, Finn! I never cheated on you. I was afraid of you. I realize that now. I wouldn't let you log into my discord because I was afraid of your reaction to me confiding in my best friend at the time about asking you if I could roleplay again. It wasn't right of me to be afraid, but it wasn't my fault either. You had unhealthy habits like doing shrooms when I told you not to, getting upset at me for being awake late into the night when I had unmedicated insomnia(I still do but I try to aid it now), being jealous of my underage best friend(I was 15 and Finn was 17, my friend was like 13 and also not into men I think), you held onto toxic friends and pushed me for sex to the point I made many excuses(partially my fault maybe. I never set the boundary, as you had mentioned before that you were afraid I was asexual and wouldn't want intimacy). Sometimes I miss us due to teenage fancy I guess. I liked how I would fall asleep so quickly in your arms or with you in mine, how we kissed, how I got gifts from you maybe. Maybe the unhealed part of me misses how possessive and obsessive you were at times? I think now I just liked being the priority. To have attention I never had before. To get gifts for no real reason, to be wanted so physically. I wish you had the story straight and that your mother didn't think of me so low that she assumed too id cheat. To console, the nasty breakup was my fault. I was immature and in denial. I begged you to stay only to spit insults for the day after. We were both wrong. And immature.

For others, in no way in order, I'm upset weirdly you never informed me of your second thumb?? I get why you wouldn't but it would've been something to know about. I'm hurt I was right in my breakup message and that it was only a week or two before I was proven so. I'm being vague on purpose, so I'm sorry for that. I didn't expect you to get with someone racist soon after our breakup- someone who insulted our mutual friend no less?? And that you didn't offer help during her time of need as a guy threatened her and her home was close to being lost. Of course it wasn't an obligation to be a pillar but to stand by your bf who growled at people and wore a tail(I don't really care about this part, it's self expression) over a wonderful girl who is an amazing artist and storyteller and also like a black belt or higher in multiple martial arts is fuckin WILD. I miss our group sometimes. Multiple of them. To name, Liam, you were probably a cannon event. You hurt me deeply and so did the group, pretending to be dead only to laugh like it was funny. But for the other I miss our enthusiasm and story's. The late nights to days, the plans made, the words shared. You were all my most treasured friends even if I'm disappointed in how some of you have grown. But it's natural.

To higher hopes though, I'm glad I've got who I do now. Even if I'm constantly terrified about being homeless this year I trust you will be there for me. I'm trying to stop feeling like a burden. It's.. very hard I admit. I panic at night many times. I despair over leaving my cats and precious items, over my future and if I'll ever be a doctor, and if you hate me or fear me, but I try to trust in your assertion. I try to trust that you will tell me if I ever get on your bad side. I try to tell myself it's your fault not mine if you never tell me but I'm not sure how to feel about that..😅.

School starts soon and as it draws closer it's harder to hold onto an identity but no one knows what I mean truly when I say that. Which stresses but it's not my job to be understood. also my pay card isn't working. Idk I'm just mad about that, but maybe I'll have enough money by the time I get it working to take my cat to the vet- his breath is very stinky and his tooth fell out months ago but I've been irresponsible and broke. Also I'm considering suggesting to my uhh. Mother? She birthed me but I don't like her. But I want to suggest combining the vacant room of my younger sibling as both my room (I've never had my own room so it would be exciting for the month or 3 id have it!!!) and a cat room.

My ambition knows no bounds much to my detriment. I wish to share and write poetry in vast amounts, to draw so many things, to create cloth creations, to write a million things again and again, to sing or something. I want to explore places and find bones to honor and use or feathers or plants nontoxic. I want to frolic with my darling(unrequited and honestly, I'm so fine with that. I don't desire a relationship right now since it's too emotionally exhausting but I'd like a cuddle buddy) and to live happily. That's really all, I'm tired of writing, I'm going to do other things now. Like write down DND stuff. And schedule that. Bye bye. Sleep well. Wake up nicely. Good morning good night.

(taken at work, I apologize if my image id sucks😭)

Image ID, late sundown with the sun covered heavily by clouds. Beams escape the clouds to shower the pale blue sky with faint yellow rays. It looks almost heavenly.

[weyzene]

Something More Than Physical (part 1)

Description: WayV ot7 x female reader series

Warnings: Smut, cursing, reverse harem, prostitution, angst, fluff, suggestive, oral (m receiving)

Disclaimer: This story is a fictional work and in no way is intended to cause harm or defame real people and organizations. This story in no way implies that the characters here are portrayed like in real life.

Word count: 6.19k

(A/N: I know some people have been asking to be on my tag list, and honestly I will have to create one later since I’m still trying to navigate and understand tumblr, so please be patient and I’ll eventually add everyone :))

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There were so many things wrong with how SM was run and one of it was allowing artists and groups their own personal sex workers. It was supposed to be a way to discourage artists from dating as long as they had a pretty whore living in their dorm. All of the workers are paid by the company and live in the artists dorms, but there were so many restrictions that were enforced to make sure that a scandal wouldn’t happen:

1. Workers will only be allowed outside the dorms when artists are out and will be escorted by staff

2. Exposing anything regarding an artist’s lifestyle is prohibited and legal action will be taken into affect if violated

3. Workers must not ever been seen with artist out in public

4. Workers acknowledge that they work for sexual pleasure and should contact SM’s HR representative for any types of harassment

5. For safety and health, artists and groups will not share workers with each other, although artists can submit a request to swap out workers from the brothel at any time

There were many more rules but the one SM loved to drill into all the workers and artists’ minds seemed to be the most crucial: absolutely under any circumstances should and artist and worker not have a romantic relationship

It always seemed ironic to you that SM was okay with letting their celebrities fuck a random person who lives at their dorm but isn’t allowed to date them or anyone else. But of course, people always found a way around the rules. You don’t really hear a lot of gossip since workers aren’t allowed to contact each other, but gossip spread quickly from other members and you’ve heard rumors of some artists having romantic relationships with their workers.

But despite all the rules, it wasn’t necessarily a bad job. You got a place to stay, a decent pay, and honestly, having sex with several different guys wasn’t so bad. You just so happened to luck out with being assigned to WayV. If an artist or group wants, they can put in a request for a maximum of one worker. That was the catch. Only one. They could not switch out unless the current quit or resigned and had to be replaced, or if the worker’s contract was up (a rule implemented for health and safety reasons). But artists will put down their preferences for what kind of worker they wanted and you seemed to have perfectly fit the bill.

You honestly liked being with them. They were sweet, but for the first few days they were nervous about having you around. They had an interview with you before they picked you and they knew a bit about you and you about them, but finally moving into their dorm and being around them a lot was something all of you had to get used to.

It was kind of awkward and they seemed to always be walking on eggshells around you, as if they weren’t sure how to treat you or make you comfortable. Each member always did their best to make sure you were fed or felt safe and you were entertained. You didn’t mind. You were all just trying to ease into the new situation before you could actually get to work. But it did kind of annoy you how they requested you come live with them so they could fuck you only to be scared to actually touch you. It was even more annoying when you could hear them masturbating in their rooms when they could’ve used you.

As luck would have it, today would finally be the day where one of the members would finally crack.

It was a particularly hot day in Korea and the air conditioner had been broken. Kun had called someone over to fix it, but it wouldn’t be for another few hours until they came. The members had gone out to either go buy something cold or hang out at Dream’s dorm, but you opted to stay in the dorm. You didn’t feel like wanting to go out with staff and you weren’t allowed in anyone else’s dorm. The members felt bad and opted to stay with you, but you smiled and assured them you’d be fine.

With the members gone you walked around the dorm opening up windows to let some air circulate in the living room before lounging on the couch to watch some kdramas on your phone.

You were only five minutes into it when you heard the door open and then close. You raised an eyebrow curiously, wondering if it was the dorm auntie or one of the members. To your surprise, Lucas came walking into the room, eyes wide when he saw you.

“There you are. I was looking for you,” he said.

“You were?” You turned your phone off. “What for?”

“Oh, well,” Lucas rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “I felt bad that you’d be here alone so I thought I would keep you some company.”

You smiled. “That’s really sweet. Thank you, Xuxi.”

Lucas nodded over at you. “What were you doing earlier?”

You held your phone up. “Just watching some kdrama. You wanna watch with me? I just started the series.”

Lucas grinned and nodded. “Sure. But why aren’t you watching on the tv? Isn’t your phone kinda smaller?”

“Oh,” you turned sheepish. “None of this stuff is really mine so I don’t want to use it without your permission.”

Lucas clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Ayiah, (y/n), you know you don’t have to ask us to use the tv. You live here now. What’s ours is also yours.” He took a seat next to you, flicking on the tv.

“Oh, right,” you blushed in embarrassment. “Thank you.” Honestly, you were still adjusting to living in the dorms. Before living in the dorms SM created their own brothel home where prostitutes could audition for a chance to get hired for business. The pay was higher than most brothels so it was highly competitive. Nobody knew they would be sleeping with celebrities until they passed their audition and were used to keep other high profile people “entertained” until they were hopefully assigned to an artist.

Life wasn’t great in that brothel as the staff treated you all like shit and only used you for pleasure, which was really your job, but it was sick how they never really treated any of you human. It felt kind of weird finally living with people who seemed to have decent respect for you.

“What’s the drama name,” Lucas asked as he opened up Netflix. His voice brought you back to the present.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ll get it. It’s a romantic comedy, though. I hope you don’t mind.”

“As long as I’m watching with you, I don’t care what it is,” he smirked as he handed you the controller.

You felt heat rising in your face. That’s how it always was with Lucas. He would always flirt with you, but never actually touch you. None of the members did in fact. Not in the way you hoped they had, anyway. You weren’t complaining how they took you out of that hellhole, but what was the point if they weren’t even going to do anything with you?

You started up the drama and slowly inched closer towards Lucas, testing the waters. He noticed your hesitation and smirked to himself before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer so that your head leaned on his chest. You felt even warmer. This was the closest you have ever physically been with Lucas since you’ve met.

The show started but you had trouble focusing as the only thing you could thing about was the feel of Lucas’s body and the sound of his steady heartbeat. He was wearing a low cut tank top today so some of his chest was exposed. You’d been so touch starved recently that you’d give anything just for him to do something to you.

“Lucas,” you mumbled quietly, not sure if he heard you over the sound of the drama’s opening theme.

But Lucas’s thumb started to gently stroke your arm. “Hm?”

You swallowed hard, summoning up the courage to ask the question that’s been bugging you most. “Why won’t any of you touch me?”

Lucas’s thumb stopped caressing you as he froze in place and for a second you really regretted asking. But then he smiled and placed his hand on your bare thigh. “What do you mean? I’m touching you right now.”

“You know what I mean,” you whined impatiently. Your skin started to heat up under his touch and you were sure it just wasn’t from the heat of the Seoul sun. “None of you have ever touched me before.”

Lucas’s smile faltered. He considered apologizing to you and wanted to say that it wasn’t your fault, but the way how you looked in your booty shorts and cropped shirt while looking up at him with sparkly eyes made a switch go off in him. “You want me to touch you,” he breathed. “Then beg for it.”

Your eyes widened. You certainly weren’t expecting that. “Um…”

“What’s wrong,” Lucas smirked, his hand slowly moving up your thigh. “I thought you wanted me to touch you. Did you suddenly change your mind?”

You quickly shook your head, wanting to continue. It seemed you were finally getting somewhere with them. “No! Xuxi, please! Touch me more! Please!”

Your pathetic whines turned Lucas on even more and at that point nothing else around you two mattered. Only you and him. “You want me to touch you here?” He moved his hand up to cup your pussy over your shorts running his middle finger up and down over your slit.

“God, yes!” You groaned, bucking your hips for more friction. Your body heat up as Lucas harshly pressed against your clit through your shorts and you let out a whimper.

“Is that your sweet spot?” Lucas smirked at your reaction, rubbing the spot more harshly, causing you to thrash around a bit and moan. Your hips kept moving off the couch so he placed you on his lap and held you down. He moved closer to your ear so you could feel his hot breath as he whispered. “Tell me what you want.”

“Xuxi,” you whined as he kept rubbing at your clit. “I wa-ant to make you f-feel good.”

“Yeah?” He whispered harshly in your ear, never ceasing his movements on your clit. “You wanna make me feel good? How about start by sucking my dick? You’ve made me so hard with how you walk around the dorms wearing revealing clothes like this for the past week. Been jerking off to you so much these past few days. I bet you’ve been dreaming about my cock, too.”

“Yes, Xuxi, please! Wanna have you in my mouth. Make you feel so good!”

Something loud suddenly happened on the tv, making Lucas roll his eyes and turn it off. He pulled his hand away from you, much to your dismay, and pushed you down on the floor. “You want it so bad? Then show me, slut.”

His harshness made you whimper, but also turned you on as you felt a tingling and slick sensation between your legs. You palmed over his jeans, gauging how big he must be. He was only half hard but you could tell he was quite big. Lots of length and a bit of girth. You squeezed him through his jeans, a low groan eliciting from Lucas’s mouth as his eyelids drooped.

You reached into Lucas’s shorts and under his waist and to pull out his cock. It was heavy under your touch and as you expected, he was quite long. Probably the longest you’ve taken since SM recruited you. You twisted your hand from the base of his cock and tightened towards the head, Lucas’s member twitching at your touch.

The fact that you were finally touching one of the members strangely excited you and your hand sped up, stroking Lucas’s length to harden more. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t dreamed of touching the members like this at least once.

When Lucas finally got hard to the point where his dick was erected upright you finally took the opportunity to lick a slow stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip. Lucas sighed as his dick twitched and you started sucking on his balls and stroking his cock.

“Fuck,” Lucas groaned, his thighs trembling. You licked him up again before swirling your tongue around his tip before wrapping your lips around the head. “Don’t fucking tease,” Lucas huffed, hips bucking up eager to feel your throat around him.

You’ve dealt with guys like Lucas before. The ones who didn’t want the foreplay and just wanted to get straight to the point. He was gonna cum fast and you were determined to get him off with the best blowjob he’s ever had.

Complying with Lucas, you moved your mouth further down on him, taking his huge cock down your throat until you were nearly gagging around him. You couldn’t swallow him completely so you wrapped your hand around the base and squeezed him in time with each suck.

Lucas groaned and gripped your hair, pulling slightly. “That’s so fucking good. Such a good slut for me.”

You bobbed your head on Lucas, his cock feeling heavy and hot as he throbbed in your mouth. Lucas was getting kind of eager and guiding your mouth on him and adjusting you to the pace he wanted. You allowed your mouth and throat to relax as he pushed your head on his cock deep into your mouth, careful not to gag you too much but the sounds of you gagging the slightest bit around him turned him on even more.

“Such a perfect slut,” Lucas praised. “None of the other guys have touched you yet, haven’t they? Should I send a them a pic of what they’re missing out on?” He chuckled at the thought of the other members seeing you deepthroat him and the thought nearly had him cumming down your throat.

Lucas desperately reached for his phone as you continued sucking and jerking him off before he opened the camera and got the perfect angle of you. “Show them how much you love my cock, baby.”

Your eyes looked up at the camera innocently even though your cheeks were stuffed with dick and Lucas moaned at the look. Fucking perfect. He didn’t hesitate to send it in the group chat before tossing his phone aside and fucking his hips into your face, feeling his balls tighten. “I’m so close, babe.”

You moaned around Lucas in response and moved your hand down to squeeze his balls. “Fuck,” Lucas grunted, his legs twitching and lifting his ass off the couch as you deepthroated him. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum! Fuck fuck fuck!” Lucas thrusted his hips forward and you felt his cock twitch and pulsate as warm spurts of his thick fluids shot down your throat.

You removed your lips from his cock and swallowed his bittersweet essence. Wiping the corner of your bottom lip with your thumb you looked at fucked out Lucas was looking. Skin glistening with sweat, eyes sleepily lidded, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath. It honestly felt kind of rewarding seeing him like this.

You stood up and went to the kitchen to get yourself a drink of water and while you were gone Lucas put himself back into his shorts and checked all the notifications he missed from the group chat, smirking to himself.

Kun: ？？？？？？？

Yangyang: Dude what the fuck ?!

Kun: Did you actually get intimate with her?!

Xiaojun: Gross, man I didn’t need to see your dick

Kun: Also warn us next time you send images like this Chenle was sitting right next to me when I opened it

Ten: Lol Renjun and Jaemin already accidentally saw it on my phone. She looks pretty cute tho

Hendery: I thought we said we were going to wait and give her time to adjust before we did anything with her

Winwin: That’s what I thought too

Yangyang: Lucas, what the hell ?? Respond, man

Xiaojun: He must be too busy getting laid

The corner of Lucas’s lips turned upward as he sent his reply.

Lucas: We both wanted it. In fact, she complained to me why none of us ever touched her. Maybe if you guys just gave into your desires you wouldn’t have to be masturbating in the dorms every few hours

Kun: If there was a problem we all could have talked it out first. If that’s what (y/n) wants then we can discuss it but we all agreed that we’d give her some time to adjust to a new setting and lifestyle and feel comfortable around us before we tried anything

Lucas: She seemed comfortable enough to beg me for a blowjob

Kun: You’re missing the point. We’ll talk when Ten and I get back from the Dreamies’ dorm

Lucas sighed in frustration as you walked back into the living room. “What’s wrong,” you asked, noticing his distress. “Was it not good?”

Lucas’s eyes widened. “No, no! You were great! It was really good! Best I ever had, in fact. It’s just…” Lucas hesitated. He really didn’t want to make you worry about the other members’ concerns. “Was I too rough with you?”

You scoffed as you sat next to Lucas on the couch. “Of course not. I’ve had rougher before. It was kinda nice, though, hearing you degrade me like that. It really turned me on.”

“Oh, is that so?” Lucas smiled, pushing a bit of hair behind your ear. “Should I do it more often then?”

You chuckled. “Only if you want me to go down on you like that more often.”

Lucas sighed, caressing your scalp. “I feel bad I did nothing for your pleasure.”

You shrugged. “Don’t be. I understand. It happens. But I still want to watch the drama.”

Lucas smiled, pulling you into his chest. “Of course.” He turned the drama back on as you both sat together with your head leaning against Lucas as he stroked your hair. You were halfway done with the first episode when you heard the door open and voices filled the hall.

Winwin, Xiaojun, Hendery, and Yangyang came into the living room carrying grocery bags full of cold treats and snacks. The four of them looked at you and Lucas with flushed faces and awkwardly mumbled greetings. You were a bit taken back by their attitude but it only took a few seconds before it clicked to you. They knew what you two had done. You were worried the members were going to be even more uncomfortable around you but were doubts subsided when Hendery smiled at you and gave you a pint of your favorite ice cream flavor. “You like this one, right? I remember you telling me in one of our conversations.”

You smiled up at him gratefully. “I do like this one. Thank you.” Honestly, in the past week you’ve been here you’ve really grown to like Hendery. He was nice and did his best to make you feel comfortable and laugh. He’d like to get to you know by playing fun question games that broke out into deep conversations. The more you got to know him the more he seemed to fit your vibe and you often found yourself hanging out with him a lot.

The boys went to put the groceries away before coming back to the living room to join you all. Hendery handed you a spoon and sat down next you, opening an ice pop.

“What are we watching?” Winwin asked, biting off a piece of his ice cream bar.

“Given Taken,” you responded. “It’s a new romantic comedy drama that came out on Netflix.”

“Do you like romantic comedies?” Hendery asked.

You smiled. “Sure. I also sometimes like horror and fantasy.”

“Do you like erotic romance?” Yangyang blurted, earning a glare from Hendery and a slap from Xiaojun.

“Don’t mind him,” Xiaojun said. “Yangyang is still going through puberty.”

You felt like there was going to be another awkward moment incoming but just then Bella ran into the room, her tail swishing behind her frantically as she started jumping on Xiaojun’s legs.

“Ay, not now, Bella. I just got back from outside.” He gently pushed her away. “Go ask Lucas to take you.”

Lucas sighed. “Alright, alright. I guess I can take her for a short walk.”

“Not too long, though,” Winwin reminded him. “It’s still hot outside and our ac won’t be fixed for another hour.”

“I know.” Lucas gently scratched your scalp as a signal for you to get off him so he could get up and put Bella’s harness and leash on her. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

When Lucas left you instinctively leaned your head on Hendery’s shoulder, missing the touch of another person. Hendery didn’t mind since you sometimes did so when you watched him play video games in his room, but he could still feel his heartbeat quicken. His eyes shifted from the tv screen to you staring at the scene where the main character was chasing after his bus. He tapped the spoon that was dangling from your mouth. “Can I have a bite?”

You lifted your head off his shoulder to gaze into his big bright eyes. You pulled the spoon out of your mouth and smiled at him. “What? You want some of my ice cream?”

“Well, I did buy it for you,” Hendery countered with a smirk. “So you owe me that at least.”

“Alright, alright. Fine. Only a bite, though.” You scooped some ice cream onto the spoon and moved it towards Hendery’s mouth. He took a bite and held eye contact with you as his tongue poked out to lick the corner of his lips. You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a bit flushed. Sure, you secretly thought Hendery was cute but something about him just…

You suddenly felt someone staring at you. You glanced in the direction you felt the gaze and locked eyes with Yangyang. He quickly averted his eyes and scratched the back of his neck. Raising an eyebrow, you turned your attention back the the tv.

“I’m going to make some popcorn,” Yangyang abruptly stood up and loudly announced as he marched to the kitchen. Something was off about him. He was being more awkward than usual today. He was usually bright and energetic around you but today something was really off about him. You squeezed Hendery’s hand as a sign you were getting up and followed Yangyang into the kitchen.

When you walked over to the next room you saw Yangyang pulling a bag of popcorn out of the box and ripping off the plastic wrap around it. You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed. “Is everything okay, Yang?”

Yangyang jumped at the sound of your voice and turned around to face you. “Oh, yeah! Everything’s fine. I was just craving something salty.”

You nodded and took the trash from his hands, discarding it in the bin for him and he mumbled a thanks. “You seem a bit… disoriented today.”

“Who? Me? You could tell?” Yangyang’s expression suddenly changed and he scoffed. “I mean, no. I’m fine. Today’s good.”

You sighed. “You sure? Seems like something’s bothering you. Like you want to ask me something but you’re too afraid to.”

Yangyang gawked at you. “How are you so good at reading people?”

You laughed. “I’ve been around enough people to know their body language and expressions.” You watched as Yangyang popped the bag into the microwave and set the time. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

It was Yangyang’s turn to sigh. It felt kind of weird seeing him uneasy and serious for the first time since he’s always smiling and cracking jokes at the other members. “I don’t know. I mean… Lucas sent something in the group chat that’s been bothering me a lot recently.”

“Was it me sucking him off?” You deadpanned.

Yangyang swallowed and nodded. “Yeah… sorry. I didn’t really want to bring it up but I guess you knew anyway.”

You shrugged. “It’s fine. It’s what I’m paid for anyway.”

“Yeah… it’s just… the thing is…” The kernels in the microwave slowly started popping one at a time as Yangyang tried to string his thoughts together. “I really want to approach you. Like, in an intimate way. I’m just not sure how.” His cheeks suddenly turned bright pink and you honestly thought it was so cute. “I mean, I’ve thought about you for days now but it seems I could never really try to do anything with you.”

You nodded. “It’s totally fine to feel that way,” you told him. You’ve dealt with innocent and shy clients like Yangyang before. They were always so cute and you often enjoyed the thought of corrupting guys like him. But honestly over the last week you’ve also grown soft for Yangyang. He was only a few months younger than you but he was like a cute didi. “Look, I know you guys aren’t used to having some random woman living with you guys with her only purpose is being a fucktoy, and before you say anything,” you quickly said as you saw Yangyang open his mouth to protest. “I know you guys probably don’t want me to feel that way, but this is a new situation for us all. It’s going to be a bit uncomfortable at first. You just let me know whenever you’re ready and we’ll take things from there.”

“Yeah, thanks (y/n),” Yangyang twisted a piece of hair above his ear. “Also, sorry if I’ve been super weird around you. Or if all of us have been weird.”

You smiled. “It’s alright. Like I said, it’s a new thing for all of us. But I’ve enjoyed getting to know you guys slowly.”

Yangyang flashed you his adorable gummy smile. “I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, too. Kun will be happy to hear that as well.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Kun? Why?”

“Oh, uh…” The microwave suddenly went off with an annoying beep and Yangyang opened it up to take the bag of popcorn out. “Well, it’s kind of… ouch, hot!” Yangyang jerked his hand away and kissed the tips of his fingers. “I think that’s something you should discuss with him. If you get the chance.”

“So you’re not gonna tell me,” you sighed.

“Sorry, (y/n),” Yangyang said apologetically, gripping the corners of the steaming popcorn back between his fingers. “It’s just really something you’d have to talk to him about because… well, you’ll understand if you talk to him about it.”

“Okay,” you reluctantly dropped the topic. “Can I have some popcorn though?”

“Oh, uh, sure!” Yangyang pulled the bag open, letting all the steam and buttery scent escape. He held the bag towards you but you just smiled at him. “Feed me,” you said.

“What,” Yangyang blinked in surprise.

You kept smiling. “Feed me.”

Yangyang swallowed but picked some popcorn out of the bag, maintaining eye contact with you. You gave him a flirty look that made his knees weak. If Yangyang was shy then you would help him break out of that.

He tried to place the popcorn in your mouth, but to his surprise you snatched his wrist and licked the popcorn off his fingers, tucking the snack under your tongue before taking three of his fingers in your mouth.

“(Y-y/n), ah!” Yangyang moaned out as you swirled your tongue around his fingers, sucking him greedily like you had done with Lucas’s cock a few minutes ago. The salt from the popcorn and the natural taste of salt on his skin mingled on your taste buds, his nails scratching the back of your tongue.

You closed your eyes and moaned around his fingers before pulling him out of your mouth. “Thanks,” you smiled, chewing on the popcorn. “That tasted great.”

‘Better than Lucas’s cock,’ Yangyang wanted to ask but he was still too stunned at what just happened, so he stood there in awe as he stared at your back as you went back to the living room.

You sat back down next to Hendery and he automatically reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “You okay?”

You smiled. “I’m doing just great.” You took a bite of ice cream to refresh your tongue and cuddled up next to Hendery. Your progress with Lucas had made you hopeful that you could finally get the other members to crack and use you like how you were meant to be used. Hendery seemed comfortable with soft and innocent touches from the get go, but something about the things Yangyang said to you made you want to break down the maknae first.

It wasn’t long before Lucas came back with Bella and eventually Kun and Ten from Dream’s dorm. “Did the ac guy come yet?” Kun asked when he first stepped into the door.

“No,” Xiaojun replied, still focused on the drama playing on the TV.

“Good,” Kun turned to Ten. “Can you handle him when he gets here? I need to talk to (y/n).”

You suddenly raised your eyebrows, feeling a bit nervous. Kun has been nothing but sweet and patient with you since you got here but you knew he could be a strict leader sometimes and you were kind of nervous after what went down with Lucas today.

As of sensing your thoughts, Kun’s eyes widened at you. “Oh, no no no no. It’s nothing bad,” he assured you. “I just wanted to talk.”

You swallowed. “Oh, okay.” You weren’t sure why you were nervous. Kun was always so kind and compassionate and you definitely felt safe around him and like you could rely on him for anything. So why did talking with him in private cause your stomach to twist?

You stood up from the couch and left your unfinished ice cream container and spoon between Hendery and Lucas. “Don’t worry about it,” Lucas told you. “I’ll put it in the freezer for you.” You didn’t miss the glare he sent Kun and you frowned, wondering what that was all about.

You whispered a thanks to Lucas anyway and followed Kun to his shared room. As Kun closed the door behind you, you took a gander around one of the rooms you’ve never been in. It was tidy on his side with the bed made and a monitor set up on his side of the wall, whereas the beds on Yangyang and Xiaojun’s sides had not been made at all and clothes were tossed about. “You can have a seat here,” Kun patted the space on his bed next to him as he sat.

Feeling slightly uneasy, you settled yourself next to him and crossed your limbs over each other. Kun noticed and smiled kindly at you, his dimples showing. “Are you nervous?”

“A little,” you admitted. “You’ve never really asked to speak to me alone before.”

“That’s true,” Kun admitted. “But it’s nothing too serious. I just wanted to have a talk and see how you’re adjusting here.”

“I like it,” you said honestly. “Everyone is so kind and has made me feel safe and comfortable here.” You suddenly remembered Yangyang’s words to you in the kitchen earlier. “Why?”

Kun’s smile widened. “That’s good. I’m glad you feel that way. As for why…. “ he took a breath, considering his next words. “I’m just curious. I know that this is a new thing for all of us and none of the guys are sure how to act around you, and I know you’re probably still adjusting from being in the brothel to a dorm with a pretty different lifestyle and rules.”

“That’s one way to put it,” you snorted. From being a street whore to moving into a brothel to living with idols, it was honestly a rollercoaster of different lifestyles you had to get used to quickly. “So is that why you all awkwardly avoid me and try not to even touch me?”

Kun winced. “Yeah. I know it probably must hurt you or make you confused, but I- well, we all agreed that it would be best if we eased you into us. You know, gradually get to know us before we… you know…”

“Use me as a fuckdoll?” You suggested. “I mean, it’s alright. For the past few months I’ve had to get used to fucking people I didn’t know. I really appreciate you for considering my feelings, though.”

“Of course,” Kun grinned. “So… I’m assuming that means you’re okay with us asking for favors?”

The way how he worded it made it sound so subtle but his sultry tone at the last few worlds gave away his true meaning. “Of course. That’s what I’m here for. And honestly…” Kun caught the way you squeezed your thighs together. “I’ve kind of been wanting you guys for a while.”

Kun raised his eyebrows and smirked at you, the expression kind of sexy on his usual soft face. “Really? Because the moment I laid eyes on you in that place I knew that you were the one for us.”

“Kun,” you whined. Honestly the way how Kun looked so fine in his white t-shirt and shorts with his hair framing the sides of his angelic face made you crave him so much more than before. “Can we do it now?”

Kun bit his lip and smirked and fuck, you could honestly melt right there. “Really? You want it right now? When all the other guys are out in the next room?” He inched closer to you so that his lips ghosted near the shell of your ear. “Aren’t you scared they’ll hear us? Or maybe that’s what you want, you dirty girl.”

His words caused a tingling sensation between your legs as you felt yourself get wet. “Kun, please,” you begged. It’s been so long since you’ve taken dick and you were honestly starving for one inside you. “Please, I need your cock so bad.”

Kun’s dick twitched in his shorts at the sound of you begging for him, just as he liked. Kun groaned and leaned closer to your ear, his breath hot as he whispered, “Hold still, baby, I’m gonna give you just what you want.”

A sharp knock on the door caused you both to freeze and instantly kill the mood. “What?” Kun snapped irritably. He was finally about to get his dick wet after months of pent up sexual frustration. Who the fuck would possibly bother him at this time?

“Kun-ge, the ac guy is here,” Ten’s voice sounded from the other side of the door.

Kun rolled his eyes. “I told you to go handle it.”

“I know, but I need your help.”

“Oh, for fucks sake,” he muttered under his breath. He faced you with soft apologetic eyes. “We’ll continue this later, okay, princess?” He promised with a soft kiss to your temple.

Kun got up and opened the door to reveal Ten standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face. “Oh good, you’re both here. I also need (y/n)’s help with the cats.”

Kun clicked his tongue. “Why would you need help with that? I thought you needed help with the ac guy.”

“I do,” Ten agreed. “That’s because it’s time for me to train the cats again and I require (y/n)’s assistance.” He peered into the room. “(Y/n), you know where my room is, right?”

You nodded silently and glanced at Kun. He nodded at you in affirmation. “Go ahead. I’ll come find you when I need you.”

You hurriedly got up and went to Ten and Hendery’s room. Kun and Ten watched as you went inside and closed the door behind you.

“Did you really need to cockblock me?” Kun crossed his arms once you were gone.

“Of course,” Ten smirked. “Can’t have you doing the deed with us around, you know.”

“Were you outside listening to us the whole time?!”

“Maybe,” Ten shrugged nonchalantly. “But I heard (y/n) is free game now. You know Lucas never fucked her? I can’t have you being the first one here to stick your dick inside her.”

“And why not?” Kun crossed his arms. “It’s not like she’s a virgin.”

Ten curled his lips into a smirk. “Mmm, because it’ll stroke my ego knowing I’ll be the ‘first’.”

“Lucas got intimate with her first,” Kun pointed out.

“True,” Ten nodded. “But I’ll be the first here to feel that pussy on my cock.”

Kun cringed. “Ugh, fine, whatever. Do what you want. I need to go get this damn ac fixed.”

Ten watched in satisfaction as Kun stormed off to the living room. Kun didn’t show it, but Ten knew he was upset that he’d be taking her before the leader himself. It was Kun who brought you here first, after all. But Ten was more than ready to prove his dominance.

[jeriafterdark]

Weekly Tea - 813 - The Reprise Part 1/?

Update click here: Part Two - Nov 27, 2021

Masterpost here for all parts

Sooooo, not sure if any of you have been paying attention to the bird app in the past couple of days... but a new player has joined the game! I daresay, is there hope for 813? I just need to scream about it!

1. November 23 - CAPA released a list of boycotted names (including ZZH)

CAPA (the Chinese equivalent of a performer's guild association, private membership org) released a list of 88 names that should be boycotted within the entertainment industry. The names included celebrities convicted with crimes (KW/ZS) and those who weren't convicted of anything, ZZH.

Context: This is on the back of increased regulatory pressure from the Chinese government to take power away from these private organizations. My impression was that the government knew that what CAPA did / what happened with 813 was rife with abuse, and could target potentially anyone. So they have been taking steps to take power away from CAPA. Thus, CAPA, in an effort to retain their supposed legitimacy, released this list of names.

CUE THE NEW PLAYER:

2. November 23 later - Director Li enters the battle

- Director Li Xuezheng (LXZ), a film director of the Golden Shield Film and Television Center of the Logistics Support Department of the Central Military Commission, posts on weibo to ask CAPA to clarify exactly how they produced this list. He doesn't even know who ZZH is, just that he's a performer.

He also posted a video explaining his position.

The gist of it goes like this - thank you to the wonderful bird app translators:

Director Li says:

I don't stand in line for anyone, but how did CAPA come out with this list? Does the live broadcasting branch of CAPA, as an enterprise (some people provided pictures, and the enterprise failed their annual qualification exam), have they the disciplinary power authorized by law? Who will supervise the procedure with justice? Does the membership fee charged by the association meet the policy requirements? How will the fees be used? A series of problems are questionable, because "forging iron must be hard by itself." With the power to punish others, we must bear the responsibility of others' supervision.

He continues to ROAST, more than any thanksgiving turkey has ever been roasted, CAPA and its authority. He asked how exactly was this boycott list produced? Who can the artist appeal to? Why do they have to appeal to the organization itself? Shouldn't they be able to appeal to their boss? or higher regulatory agency? If they must appeal to CAPA, who boycotted them in the first place, is this not like blackmail in the old days? (SAVAGE)

People DM'd him to warn him to back off because he's stepping on the toes of the BEAST right now. But Uncle Li (as many call him now) is not backing off.

He continues to question CAPA's credentials in charging membership fees at all, with 10k+ members and 2000 yuan in membership fees, that's 20million+ yuan/year. How do they manage their money? Are they transparent about it? (answer is no)

He goes on to say that everything should be standardized and supervised, and acted upon accordingly with the law. He says, for example, he's a part of his own association, should he and his group also call for boycotts for people they don't like? What if electric power associations also start boycotting them? Because you need electricity to broadcast, etc.

He firmly put his foot down to take a stand against CAPA, publicly, on Weibo, for the betterment of their entertainment industry. And then...

3. Weibo mutes Uncle Li after he uploads a video calling ZZH BY HIS NAME

LXZ, Uncle Li, was notified that ZZH's case was very questionable. He posted a video on it which got muted by weibo, but not before many people already captured it! (Direct link to weibo here)

813 by itself didn't break any laws, and he attested that he saw actual documents from NRTA + other government agencies that said ZZH was not among any celebrity boycott lists (if any existed at all).

This is really the first time I've seen a public figure with an outstanding reputation speak up and use ZZH's name directly.

From this amazing user (check her out if you have time), "He says that ZZH has already been put into the cold palace (冷宮)[a place in old dramas where people throw unwanted or unneeded concubines], and thus have no way to speak for himself.

He points out that

1. ZZh didn't break any laws,

2. people are aware that ZZH was falsely categorized with people who did break laws (KW+),

3. he doesnt know ZZH at all,

4. public opinion is too easily swayed and can quickly condemn innocent people, it harkens by to the time of the Cultural Revolution,

5. if CAPA only knows how to ban people, and not offer a way to redemption, this will only negatively impact society. All punishments need to be transparent according to the law, and be justifiable and standardized so people know wtf they can/can't do.

SO THEN HE GETS MUTED BY WEIBO.

4. A branch of People's Daily (a government arm) indicated support for LXZ's position

People's Daily itself did not write a supportive article, but their branch arm did. What can this imply? Not sure, but is a positive thing I suppose

5. Director Li's tweets get UNMUTED - he gets so pissed off that he decides to SUE THEM with ZZH?!

A lot of people start FALSELY accusing him of being a Japanese sympathizer and also worshipping at Yasukuni (which, no). He replies that he's never even been to Japan, and even if he has, he ATTACHED SCREENSHOTS, RECEIPTS, of the Chinese government recommending people to visit that shrine!!! To learn! Cmon now, don't mess with this old man.

Amber on twitter translated a reply that reps his position:

So everyone keeps pissing him off, CAPA pissed him off, Weibo kept muting him, he just kept re-uploading his video and tweeting out SCREENSHOTS of it, not backing down one bit.

THEN, he gets so tired of that BS, he threatens to sue them to know exactly how CAPA decided to ban ZZH, what law did he break? If he didn't break any as found in court, then he would demand CAPA to formally apologize to him!!

6. Filing a Lawsuit on behalf of ZZH against CAPA - once and for all

This user posted a quick translation of LXZ's weibo post:

Holy shit Uncle Li is going to file a lawsuit on behalf of zzh against CAPA to determine once and for all the issue of whether zzh has committed any illegal act, and the weight of MCT and NRTA's words in order to restore zzh's reputation and to get an apology from CAPA.

He has to get into contact with ZZH now, and if ZZH accepts, they can work together to file a suit against CAPA. I'm SHAKING.

He said:

“But some accounts should be careful. I have my own professional lawyer team and already began to collect all the evidence. If kind netizens found any rumor accounts, please work hard to collect evidence for me. Thank you! I won't let go of all the rumor monger”

As a closing point as he sets the world on fire, and relights the spark in my SOUL - Uncle Li says that he's doing this for the good of their industry. Everyone needs to be treated by the letter of the law. This case should allow everyone to know explicity what can or cannot be done as a Chinese citizen. There needs to be more regulation on industry groups like CAPA, to make sure their power isn't abused. If an entertainer turns out to be "immoral," then they should face the consequences - this process needs to be clear and transparent, not hidden like what CAPA has done.

So, this all happened. I don't know what to think, I don't dare to hope. But wow, who knew that in the last inning of 2021, our very own Ye Baiyi would swoop in to save the day?

Umm, thanks for coming and enjoying some tea with me??? What's happening???

[nomsugayoongi]

Make up/Make Out!

Pairing: Jungkook X OC fem

Warnings: It's just smut. Pure smut. 🔞

A/N: Written and edited on a phone so please forgive any mistakes. Suggestions for more are very welcome and also thoughts. Let me know what you think.

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"Am I good to finish for the night?"

She'd been on her feet all day. As make up and hair assistant to one of the most popular groups on the planet, her job consisted of being ready at any moment, day or night, to get the guys of BTS camera ready. Today had been a particularly heavy day. Photoshoots and zoom interviews. You would have thought a global pandemic would have slowed her workload right down but apparently not. The boys were just as busy as ever, determined to remain a presence even when the world was falling apart.

"I'm not sure actually. I think one of the guys is maybe doing a live. Shouldn't take long, just a touch up. Let me go check." Another assistant hurried off, leaving her in what had been dubbed the "ready room" She sighed, sorting the array of make up products strewn on the counter into each boys respective make up bag. 7 individual colour palettes. 7 skin tones. 7 favoured brands. She'd been doing it long enough now that she didn't have to think anymore. Jimin's chapstick in one bag. Hobi's concealer in another. She was tired and frustrated. 16 months of a global lockdown meant she was now living in the guys home in the staff wing. Apart from video calls, she hadn't seen anyone and wasn't able to leave really. On the odd occasion when she did have to accompany the guys somewhere, she was subjected to regular covid tests. It was all just a little overwhelming. Like much of the planet, she was beginning to feel a little stir crazy.

The door opened and the assistant from earlier poked her head round. "Jungkook is doing a live. He's on his way down now. Can you handle it or do you want me to stay?" She could see the hopeful look in her colleagues eye that she could go for the night. Sighing inwardly, she nodded. "I'm good. Enjoy the rest of the night. I'll see you in the morning." She said, faking a smile. An immediate thankful grin was aimed in her direction before her co-worker quickly dissapeared. She sighed again, picking out Jungkooks bag and rifling though it. A V Live wasn't as intense as actual interviews. She'd maybe need to touch up his foundation and neaten his hair. With any luck she could be done in 10 minutes.

She was just about finished setting up when the door opened again. She turned with a welcoming smile but frowned a little as he walked in. His hair was wet, a towel still slung around his shoulders, face completely bare. "Have you just showered?" She muttered. He nodded, strolling over to his favourite chair and slumping in it. "Yeah. I wasn't going to bother with a live but it's been ages and I miss ARMY. Plus I feel kind of restless tonight." He explained. She nodded, a little frustrated that she'd have to entirely redo his face and hair. So much for 10 minutes. But it was her job after all. "So what are we doing?" She questioned, walking up behind him and leaning on the chair, a hand either side of his shoulders. He shrugged, looking at her through the mirror in front of him. "Whatever you want. Just make me look ok for the live." He replied. She chuckled slightly, studying him through the mirror. "You already look ok for the live. But I'll dry your hair. It's freezing in the office. Can't have you catching a cold." She smiled. He chuckled, pulling his phone out of the pocket of his baggy cargo pants and loading up a game. She smiled a little more. Typical Jungkook.

She got to work, removing the damp towel from around his shoulders, tossing it aside and reaching for the hairdryer. It didn't take long to dry. His hair was fine but he had a lot of it and luckily he didn't bleach it into the ground like some of his band mates so it was pretty healthy. Once dried, it was soft and shiny, falling prettily around his face. "Want it straightening?" She asked, digging her fingernails between the dark brown strands at the crown of his head and ruffling it slightly. His hair naturally had a slight wave to it. He had dropped his phone into his lap and his eyes were closed. He liked the slight scratch of her fingernails. It felt nice. "Hmm?" He muttered. "Oh..yeah. Straighten it." He opened his eyes with a sigh. "Are you alright?" She asked softly. "Yeah. Bit of a headache. The scratching was nice." He replied, a small smile playing around his lips. She chuckled, setting down the hairdryer and diving her fingers into his hair, raking her nails lightly across his scalp. Head massage wasn't exactly part of her job description but she had a soft spot for Jungkook. Her tummy filled with warmth as his head to lolled forward and he grumbled softly, eyes closing again. She couldn't help but smile, pressing her fingers to his temples and rubbing in slow circles. "Do you need painkillers?" She asked softly. He grumbled again but shook his head a little. "Nah. Already feels a bit better." He muttered. "Tension headache?" She questioned. "Probably." She diverted her rubbing to his hairline, digging her thumbs into the nape of his neck. His head rolled heavily against her hand, a relieved moan slipping past his parted lips. She watched him in the mirror, her stomach churning as she studied him. Reminding herself that she was working, she reluctantly dropped her hands, reaching for the straighteners. "So... we're straightning." She muttered. He cleared his throat, correcting his posture where he'd slumped down the chair. "Yeah." He nodded.

She ran the flat irons through his hair, alternating between looking at what she was doing and glancing at him through the mirror. "What are we doing with your face?" She questioned, applying a conditioning spray to his already silky soft hair, just so that the heat from the straighteners didn't make it frizzy. "Just make me look good." he said with a shrug. She grinned, picking up a clean powder brush, she spun him round to face her and booped the end of his nose with the brush. "Done" she smiled. He laughed, nose crinkling adorably. "You literally didn't do anything." She shrugged, placing the brush back on the counter. "You don't need anything doing." She said simply. He rolled his eyes, his ears turning pink. "I look like shit." He huffed. She was silent for a second, eyes flicking across his face. His hair was perfect, shiny and soft, skimming his large brown doe eyes. His nose was cute. His lips were full and though slightly chapped, kind of perfect too. Without foundation to soften his features, his jawline looked sharper. His skin was pretty good, the lack of make up making the cute moles dotted around his face clearer. The scar on his right cheek was more noticable but it gave his face character. "You really, really don't." She replied.

He shuffled shyly, fiddling with the phone abandoned on his lap. "I do. I look...plain. I can't go on camera like this." He muttered. She sighed, perching on the back of the sofa next to her. "Jungkook, you couldn't look plain if you tried. Trust me, if your ARMY see you like this they will lose their damn minds." She sighed, folding her arms across her chest. He glanced up at her, eyebrow hitching curiously. "See me like what?" He muttered. She shrugged, feeling somewhat uncomfortable at the things she didn't seem to be able to stop herself from saying. "Like...you. As you are. You've got that...thing...going on." She huffed. "What thing?" She rolled her eyes. "You know what thing. You give off heavy boyfriend energy. Especially when you look like this." She mumbled. He laughed, looking at her more intently. "Boyfriend energy?" She chuckled too, her face feeling hotter than she'd like. "Yeah. You know, that whole duality thing. It's cute. But it's sexy too." She babbled. "You think I'm sexy?" His eyebrows raised, his lips fighting a smile. "As your make up artist, I don't think anything." She chuckled. "And as you?" He questioned. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to look into his pretty eyes. "As me? I think you're one of the most confusing men I've ever met." She replied. His gaze was intense, forcing her to speak even though she wasn't actually sure she wanted to. "Confusing how?" He asked quietly.

She thought for a minute then shrugged. "Confusing in the way you play absolute havok with a woman and don't even seem to notice that you're doing it. You're such a contradiction. You're sweet and cute and warm. You're...soft and cuddly. The kind of guy who you want to snuggle and play with his hair as he sleeps. But you also have the ability to absolutely blow that out of the water and turn into this whole other creature. This...sinfully hot, dripping in sex appeal, gyrating menace. And you seem to be able to flip from one to the other and back in literally seconds. You're hormonal whiplash guy. One minute you wanna cuddle him, the next you wanna fuck him senseless, then back to cuddling. Confusing. But either way, whether you're cuddle guy or sexy guy, you're compeltely disarming. Captivating even." She paused, blushing at the heated expression on his perfect face. "So...you don't have to worry about what ARMY think. However you rock up, you're good." She finished with an awkward shrug. "Anyway, if you want me to do your face properly for the camera I will." She said, standing up off the back of the sofa and heading for her make up brushes.

"Woah. Hang on a minute. You can't just say all that and then pretend you didn't. Are you attracted to me?" He asked, smirking slightly, sexy guy definitely rearing his head. She tried her damnedest not to look at him. "Umm...you're attractive, yeah." She shrugged. "That's not what I asked." He hummed. "We've been in lockdown for 16 months. Everyone's attractive right now." She joked, trying to divert the gaze currently burning a hole through her professionalism. "You keep dodging the question." He pushed. She sighed, dropping the beauty blender she was currently picking apart and turning to him. "Yeah, I'm attracted to you. A large portion of the globe is attracted to you." She shrugged. "Yeah but I wasn't asking the globe. I asked you." He replied. "Well I answered. So are we doing your make up or no? It's late." She sighed, flustered. The way he was looking at her made her squirm. Curiously, but with something darker going on behind those doe eyes. "I don't know if I'm attracted to you. I've never thought about it." He muttered. She swallowed hard, looking everywhere but at him. "I didn't ask." She shrugged. "Yeah but after what you said, I can't just ignore it." He sat back in the chair, studying her. Her stomach twisted nervously. "You're cute. Short. I like that. You have nice hair. And your eyes are really pretty." He said absently, as though not actually talk to her, just assessing. She shuffled uncomfortably, her cheeks burning. "I like you. I'm just...not good at this sort of thing. I started training for BTS when I was 15. It didn't leave me a whole lot of time or opportunity to figure out the whole dating thing." He said, a hint of shyness dripping into his voice. "Oh please, I've seen you on stage. You can flirt like a pro." She scoffed. "Flirt, yeah. When it's empty. I can do it when I know it's not going anywhere. Flirting on stage isn't real. I'm not good when it is real." He shrugged. "I dunno...maybe we should...kiss..or something." He babbled. She gawped at him stupidly. "Easiest way to figure out what's going on here." He said, another shrug indicating his nerves. She swallowed, nodding slightly. "Ok." She didn't even really think about the answer, it just fell out.

He stood, shaking his hair out if his eyes, alternating between jamming his hands in his pockets and taking them out again. He was too cute. A kind of deer in the headlights look about him. The confidence he exuded on stage was nowhere near. He looked nervous. He took a few steps, closing the gap between them. Her heart was racing. He kept his hands limply by his sides as he inched forward, his eyes closing, a slight hitch of breath as his nose bumped hers then gently he pressed his lips to hers. His lips were warm and soft with just a hint of rough where they were chapped. Her heart rate doubled pretty much instantly, even at the lingering, closed mouthed peck. They weren't even really kissing but her stomach fluttered wildly. He shuffled a little closer, catching her bottom lip then the top lip then slowly opening his mouth a little more. His hands moved, running his fingertips up her arm, to her shoulder then resting on her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw. The other hand sat comfortably on her hip, pulling her into him just a little more. She sighed against his lips, her insides going nuts as her arms snaked around his narrow waist. Cautiously, he licked at her top lip, gauging her reaction. She opened up, allowing him to slide his tongue past her lips. A quiet involuntary moan escaped her. He tasted of sweetness and biscuit and she idly wondered if he'd been eating Pocky recently. The hand sat against her hip gripped a little harder. He exhaled heavily through his nose as his tongue caressed hers. He hummed against her mouth, withdrawing his tongue but still taking her lips in deep, lingering kisses, almost like he couldn't quite force himself to stop. With a long sigh, he pulled back, just enough to seperate their lips but still close enough for his nose to nudge hers. "Ok. Yeah. Definitely feel it." He whispered. Her eyes opened, her head fuzzy as she gazed at him with a mixture of affection and desire. She didn't even notice that he was looking at her the same way. He ran his fingers through her hair, a smile breaking onto his kiss reddened lips. She giggled dopily, forehead against his, heart skipping a beat at his responding giggle.

"Don't you need to go do a live?" She grinned. He shook his head, fingers entwining with hers. "It can wait till tomorrow. I just want to keep kissing you." His lips were on hers again before she could even process his reply. She moaned softly, melting against him. He felt sturdy and warm, he smelled amazing. He tasted delicious. He was almost too good. Her head swam at the feel of his tongue in her mouth, exploring, licking and tasting, possessing. He was literally making her weak at the knees. Her grip on him tightened, clutching at his steady frame to keep herself upright, genuinely worried that the depth of his heady kiss was going to send her slithering to the floor. She was just about managing to keep a tentative grasp on her composure until his lips left hers and started fluttering along her cheek, stopping just below her ear to suck the delicate skin there. A shiver bolted down her spine, her head rolling aside to give him more access. He moaned quietly against her neck, teeth nipping her skin. She gasped, another shiver errupting through her. "Damn it Jungkook" she whispered. She didn't know what she was damning. Everything? Nothing? It just seemed to be the only words she could claw from her addled brain. He bit a little harder, instantly soothing the slight burst of pain with a slow, tender lick of his soft, warm tongue. Her fingers knotted through his hair, dragging his head back so she could attack his mouth. He groaned against her lips, pressing his hips against her. She pulled his head back, her eyes locking on his. "You need to stop. I'm too horny for this shit." She panted, kissing along his jawline. He bit his lip, hand cradling the back of her head as her lips and tongue skimmed across his throat. "I can do something about that if you want." He murmured. She moaned again, temptation burning hot at her core. "Fuck" she hissed. He pulled her back from the assault she was carrying out on his neck. "Do you have a room mate?" He asked, brown eyes smouldering. She shook her head. "Where's your room?"

She could hardly believe how her night was turning out as she tried to make it to her room with some semblance of normality. Especially with Jungkook in tow. Luckily it was late enough that nobody was still wandering around in the hallways so the fact that she looked like she was about to eat him wasn't an issue. Arriving at her room, she'd barely closed the door behind them when he was back on her, pressing her into the door, lips on hers, hands wondering to her shirt, stopping the kiss barely long enough to pull it over her head before his tongue was back in her mouth. His hands agaisnt the door, either side of her head, boxing her in as he held her still with his body. She could already feel the uncomfortable ache between her thighs, heat pooling inside her making her squirm. How the fuck could he get her so riled up just by kissing her?

His lips moved down, back to the spot on her neck he seemed to enjoy biting, his teeth nipping and sucking once again. He was going to leave a mark and she absolutely didn't care. She hoped he did. She hoped he left several. If it meant he didn't stop, she'd happily have him suck and bite his initials into her skin if he wanted. His lips travelled further down, hands lifting off the door to cup her boobs, pushing them up and groaning in his throat as he licked languidly down her cleavage. He used his thumbs to tease her bra clad nipples, nipping and sucking at the swell of her ample breasts. She pushed his hair back, staring at him opened mouth as he moved her bra aside and wrapped his lips round her nipple. She moaned softly, biting her lip. He sucked deeply, the pull travelling straight down to her pussy, causing her clit to throb needily. His fingers tugging and rolling her other nipple. She wriggled desperately against the solid wooden door. He switched sides, giving the other nipple the same attention, his mouth felt hot and wet, tongue flicking quickly then slowly, then sucking then nibbling. Each gesture making her pussy clench.

She didn't know how much more she could take. The needy ache was becoming overpowering. Luckily he seemed to sense it, his hands slipping down, flicking the button of her jeans open. He eyed her quickly, requesting permission which was granted with an almost frantic nod. He smirked, hooking his fingers into her jeans and pushing them over her hips teasingly slowly. Her underwear went with them, balling together round her ankles. She couldn't even think enough to kick them off. He stood, leaning against the door with one hand, his eyes on hers as his fingers trailed lightly across her stomach then down, grazing her inner thigh. His smirk was torturous, knowing exactly what she needed and purposefully grazing but giving no relief. "Don't be a brat." She panted. He chuckled darkly, his fingers circling her bellybutton, the tickle making her abdomen clench. "This is what I was talking about. The duality. I like you more when you're being a bunny." She hissed. He laughed again. "No you don't." He muttered, pressing a searing kiss to her lips. "You've waited 16 months. What's an extra two minutes?" He smirked, his fingers once again playing around her inner thigh. "Jungkook I swear to god, I'm just gonna do it myself in a minute." She growled. He rolled his eyes, chuckling breathlessly. "Ok ok. Jesus."

He licked his lips, his smirk faltering as his fingers grazed her slit. "Fuck, you're already wet." He moaned. "Duh, I've been wet since you kissed me in the other room." She whispered. He bit his lip, groaning deeply, his fingers pushing through her folds, finding her clit quickly and circling. The ache tightened in her belly, her knees buckling. He dipped his fingers down against her hole, smearing her own sticky liquid around his fingertips before moving back up to her clit, his index and ring fingers parting her folds while his middle finger gently rubbed her sensative bud. Her breath shuddered, eyes closing as she swallowed thickly. Her head fell back, banging against the door. She was so turned on that his touch almost burned, so sensative already. He maintained a steady pace with his fingers, dipping back down occasionally to recover them in the fluid now leaking from her hole to make the glide of his fingertips smoother. She could barely breath. The stimulation of his careful touch on her clit was almost unbearable, causing the needy ache of her pussy to increase rapidly. She needed to be stretched and filled, her thoughts lost in how his fingers would feel slipping in and out of her greedy hole. Or better yet, his hard cock. She groaned, eyes rolling back as she felt his lips back on her neck. She gripped at his hair, inhaling through clenched teeth. "Jungkook, I need you to fuck me." She whined. He moaned, biting her neck again. "I'm going to. Just not yet." He muttered. She growled pathetically, writhing against the door as he maintained the steady torture with his fingers. She couldn't keep her hands still, grabbing at his hair and his shoulder and the door frame as the pleasure built from a subtle warmth to a searing heat, creeping though her limbs and making her weak. "Fuck...I can't.." she choked, not actually knowing what the end of the statement was. Can't stand it. Can't function. Can't breath. Can't wait. The gradual build of her orgasm was now rushing towards her with alarming speed, every careful brush of his fingertips nudging her closer. "Ahhh. Jungkook...fuck" she huffed. He smirked, lifting his head from her neck to kiss her.

It didn't fit. She expected him to ravage her mouth. He didn't. He kissed her softly, his tongue dancing across her lips, barely any pressure, his free hand coming up to stroke her cheek. Emotional whiplash man in full effect. The action of his fingers was making her wild but his kiss was sweet and soothing. It felt so strange to be kissed that way while being held on the very edge of an orgasm. The way he kept the same steady pace was vicious. She wanted him to speed up, go harder, follow the flow of her building release but he didn't. The slow build drew out her pleasure, his pace maddening. A rush of heat flooded through her, stilling her lips against his mouth, making her gasp for air as every muscle in her body constricted. She could hear her own pleasured wails but they didn't sound like any kind of noise she'd ever made before. Her eyes screwed shut, back arching off the door as her orgasm hit violently, heat coursing from her core and seeping though the rest of her body. She panted helplessly, spots dancing in front of her eyes, her muscles slowly realising. When her knees went, he had an arm around her waist to hold her up. "I've got you." He whispered, kissing her jawline softly. His fingers slowed as she began to shudder, instead moving to trace light, ticklish patterns on her thigh. Her head flopped heavily against his shoulder, fingers gripping at his back like he was the only thing keeping her in one piece. She didn't even notice him moving her until she felt herself sinking heavily into her bed. He laid beside her, chin resting in his hand as he smiled, using the other hand to move her hair off her face. She was quiet for a few minutes, slowly calming her ragged breathing down, enjoying the blissful tingles fading out. When her eyes could focus enough, she looked at him and whined quietly, her heart thumping painfully. He was beyond beautiful. A shaky hand lifted to brush a few strands of dark brown hair away from his pretty eyes. "Wow" she whispered. He chuckled, staring back at her. "You can sleep if you want to. I don't mind." He said softly, noticing her still dozy expression. She shook her head. "Don't wanna sleep. Just need a minute." She muttered. "Kiss me."

He did so immediately. She felt liked she'd kissed him so much yet it wasn't even nearly enough. He was the kind of guy you could lose hours of every day just attached to his face. It was something she would never tire of. Her fingers ran through his hair, sighing against his perfect lips. In her post orgasm haze, she just felt soft for him. Everything about him was so enticing, the pull of him overwhelming. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. She gripped him tighter than she needed to, suddenly afraid of what would happen when the night was over. He broke the kiss, frowning at her slightly. "What's wrong?" He whispered, fingers trailing across her swollen lips. She kissed his fingertips, holding onto his wrist as she looked at him. "I just...don't want this to end." She muttered. He smiled, rolling his eyes at her. "It doesn't have to." He said simply. She relaxed a little, returning his smile, then pulling him in for yet more kissing.

The kiss became heated pretty quickly. She'd already had an orgasm but he hadn't. He nipped at her bottom lip, hands roaming all over her. He was pretty notorious for his lack of patience and while he had decidedly more restraint in the bedroom, he wasn't a saint. He'd been hard the entire time he'd been fingering her and while he did get off on watching her pleasure, he was beginning to feel needy. He pushed his hips into her thigh, searching for some friction. She pulled away from his lips with a sullen pout. "Why do you still have so many clothes on?" She whined. He chuckled, pushing himself up into a sitting position and shrugging. "Because you haven't taken them off yet." He replied. She sat too, batting her eyelashes and kissing the end of his nose. "Well that's pretty shitty of me. I'm sorry." She joked, pulling his shirt over his head. She'd wanted to be cute and playful but Jungkook without clothes was no joke. She groaned, eyes lingering on his sculpted chest and tight abs. "Jesusfuck" she muttered, broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, the dark ink circling his right arm contrasted strongly against his skin. She bit her lip, oogling him shamelessly.He chuckled, feeling a little bashful. She trailed her fingertips down his chest, her lip caught between her teeth as they skimmed past his belly button and down to the waistband of his cargo pants. With a flick, the button popped open and he lifted his ass to help her pull them off. She'd barely got them to his thighs when she let out another groan. He was hard. His cock straining against his black boxers, a wet spot at the head where pre-cum had soaked through the material. She abandoned her mission to remove his pants, feeling strangely compelled, almost like she had no control as she leant forward, peeling the tight band of his underwear back just enough to lick the head of his cock. He let out a soft yelp, obviously not expecting the sudden jolt of pleasure. "Shit" he whispered, his hands scooping her hair back from her face as he straightened out his legs and lifted his hips. His boxers were pushed down enough to free him from them. She moaned quietly, her tongue gliding from the base of his dick to the head, following the thick vein that spanned his length. "Fuck sake. Even your cock is pretty." She said huskily, illiciting a moan from him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, steering the head towards her lips. He watched, entranced as she slowly swirled her tongue over the head, gathering the sticky pre-cum then retreating back into her mouth, grumbling softly with closed eyes as she tasted him. When her eyes opened and fixed on his, his cock throbbed in her hand. With her hair falling around her face, her darkened, swollen lips parted, her eyes glassy, pupils blown, she looked hungry, lowering herself back down to lick the end of his cock again. He hissed, hands gripping tighter in her hair. "I want to fuck your mouth." He panted. She groaned, dropping his cock, it smacked against his belly as he kicked off his cargo pants furiously.

Once off, she threw a leg over his hips sitting across him as her hands tangled in his hair she she caught his lips in a fierce kiss. He groaned into her mouth, he could feel the heat of her wet pussy against his shaft. It took everything he had not to adjust the angle slightly and slide into her. He wanted to desperately but he also wanted to draw the night out as much as he could. He wanted her cock drunk and helpless by the time he'd finished. He could feel her wriggling, trying to rub herself against his cock as she kissed him. He moaned, shifting his position slightly so that his cock slid between her folds, gently rocking so that the head grazed her clit. She whined, breaking the kiss, her head flopping agaisnt his shoulder as she bucked against him. "Fuck me." She whimpered. He smirked, catching her earlobe between his teeth and nibbling softly. "Uh uh" he teased, still undulating his hips to rub his shaft against her clit. "Need you to help me first." He forced her head up, nipping her bottom lip between his thumb and index finger. "Need to fuck this pretty little mouth." He grunted. She moaned, nodding. He smirked, guiding her off him. She slid off the bed, falling to her knees and opening her mouth expectantly. He scrambled over, threading his fingers through her hair as he gripped his throbbing dick and guided it past her lips. He felt her warm, wet mouth engulf him and shuddered, his head falling back, his hips beginning to move slowly, thrusting his cock in and out of her soft mouth. She placed her hands on his muscular thighs, watching his face crease in pleasure as she let him literally fuck her mouth. Her tongue slithered all over his thrusting cock, her mouth filling with saliva as the head hit the back of her throat and she tried to swallow the urge to gag. She stayed still, feeling the needy ache between her thighs grow almost out of control as he used her mouth. His hands tugged at her hair, controlling her movement, sinking his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. Her eyes started to water, gasping for air between his thrusts as he lost himself. His moans initially breathy and quiet were getting louder and higher in pitch. His slow, methodical thrusts were getting quicker, more desperate as he babbled words of praise between moans. "Fuck. So good. Just like that. Yes. Yes." She felt his thighs tense, his muscles rigid. "Fuck, gonna cum. Don't wanna stop. Don't wanna stop." He whined. She moved one hand from his thigh, cupping his balls and squeezing softly. He mewled in surprise and suddenly she felt the spurts of hot cum fill her mouth. He shuddered viciously, hands pulling her hair painfully but unable to relax his clenched fists. She continued to gently run her tongue across the head of his dick, feeling it pulse and twitch as he emptied in her throat. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He whimpered, his grip loosening. He'd barely stopped cumming when he untangled his hands and dropped down to his knees in front of her. "Are you alright?" He asked between gasps of air. She swallowed the mouthful he'd just given her and smiled. He'd literally just cum and his first action was to check on her. "I'm fine" she whispered, pulling his head against her shoulder where he crumpled pathetically, still panting and whining softly at the aftershocks of pleasure running though him. She ran her fingers through his hair, smiling. He was sweaty and the perfectly straightened hair she'd given him was now wavy and damp.

He allowed himself a few minutes to recover, his legs shaky and his lungs burning for air as the warm, tingly satisfying feeling of his orgasm flooded through him and gently eased. He liked the calming touch of her fingers in his hair and the cool feel of her skin against his burning flesh. He felt her pressing kisses to his shoulder and smiled, lifting his head to meet her eyes. "That was....so good." He chuckled. She grinned proudly. "Sorry I didn't warn you...or pull out. I wouldn't usually just cum in your mouth without asking but...fuck, I thought I could hold on a bit longer." He smiled. She giggled, shaking her head. "It's ok. I wanted you to." She grinned. "It was really hot. I really like doing that to you." She admitted. He grinned, curling a strand of her hair around his fingers. "You can do that to me whenever the fuck you want to." He laughed. "Don't tell me that. You'll spend your entire life with your dick in my mouth." She grinned. "Sounds good to me." He shrugged. They both laughed. He stood, offering his hand to pull her up too. He kissed her, standing at the end of the bed, naked bodies pressed together as his hands wandered up and down her back. He could taste himself of her lips and though the thought of it would usually make him feel kind of weird, he just found it incredibly hot. "You taste like my cum" he whispered against her lips, tongue delving deeper into her mouth. She moaned against his lips. "Are you trying to kill me?" She breathed. He chuckled, pushing her back gently until she collided with the bed and fell backwards onto it. "Maybe" he shrugged, crawling into the bed between her legs. She gasped, shuffling backwards. "What you doing?" She muttered. He pushed her legs apart, biting his lip as he looked unabashedly at her glistening pussy. "Hungry." He grunted, dropping down onto his elbows and kissing her thigh. "You're going to kill me." She hissed, watching him kiss closer to her throbbing core. "Shhh. I'm busy." He muttered, teasingly running his tongue along the crease where her leg met her groin. Her breath caught in her throat. Just the sight of his head between her legs had her pussy contracting.

"Jungkook, I..." He stopped her, mid sentence by swiping his tongue through her folds. "Oh my god." She panted. He smirked, another long lick from hole to clit, groaning as the taste of her tingled on his tongue. "Fuck. You taste so good." He murmured. He curled his arms around her thighs, spreading her legs further so that her pussy was open and on display. A groan rattled in his throat, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip before he leant forward and flicked his tongue against her leaking hole, feeling the ring of muscle contract wildly, trying to draw something inside. "You need a cock in you, huh?" He muttered, talking to her pussy. He flicked his tongue once more watching the muscles contract again. "I know you're needy. Just wait a little longer. I need to make her cum again and then I'm all yours. Promise." He whispered.

She watched in amazement. He was nestled comfortably between her parted legs, talking to her vagina like it was a separate entity. She knew Jungkook had a habit of talking to inanimate objects, she'd seen him apologise to chairs when he'd walked into them and ask his food if it was cool enough to eat yet but she'd never imagined in a billion years that that extended to pussy too. When he spoke to chairs, it was adorable. When he spoke to her pussy, it was mind meltingly sexy. She kind of wanted to sit there, third wheeling while he had a whole ass conversation with it. Another flick of his tongue broke her thought then as his tongue fluttered up to her clit, her mind went completely blank. He ate pussy the way he ate noodles, slurping, sucking, lips and tongue. Repeat until insane. He didn't seem to care about the sloppy sounds or lip smacking. He was a noisy eater and she fucking loved it. He dived in enthusiastically and for a woman, there was nothing sexier than a guy who ate pussy because he loved it, not because he felt he had to. He groaned happily, his tongue everywhere, lips closing around her clit, sucking and licking her most sensitive spot until he had to tighten his grip on her thighs to keep her still. Her orgasm built quickly, her hips writhing as she clawed at the sheets beneith her, legs kicking involuntarily under his vice like grip. He moaned, forcing her legs up, his hands behind her knees as he hovered over her, head moving as he made out with her clit like it was her mouth. He didn't stop as her orgasm hit, sucking and licking at her pussy until she was convulsing, her cries somewhere between pleasure and distress. "AHHHH JUNGKOOK, PLEASE" she wailed. "Want me to stop?" He panted quickly, his tongue swirling against her overly sensative clit once again. "YES. NO. I DON'T KNOW" she squealed. It felt too intense. Almost painful. But so good. Unlike anything she'd ever felt before. Her past experiences had all ended as soon as she'd cum but apparently that didn't necessarily mean the end to Jungkook. She crushed the pillow to her face, barely muffling the strangled moans escaping her. "Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum again." She cried. This pleasure was different. Sharper. Her muscles burned, being tensed for too long but unable to relax under his persistent tongue. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream, her vision went blank, her skin felt on fire and then the raging, hot, sharp pleasure eased. Her muscles slowly unwound and she practically melted into the bed. He was beside her without her even noticing him move. Gentle kisses peppered her face and he moved her sweaty hair back. "Just breath babygirl" he cooed. "Are you alright? Too much?" He whispered. She shook her head, grabbing for his hand and clutching it as her senses returned. "Need you in me." She growled, throwing the pillow aside.

Something about her last orgasm had snapped her resolve and even though the pleasent tingles still washed through her, she couldn't think of anything other than how empty she felt. She'd been craving his cock inside her since they'd kissed against the door and that was hours ago. She couldn't stand another minute of teasing and Jungkooks cocky smirk wasn't helping her any. "Ooh. I really drove you crazy." He teased. "Remind me to do that again..." He kissed her, his tongue teasing her lips and leaving the taste of herself behind, "..and again" He nibbled her bottom lip softly, "...and again!" He whispered. She glared at him as he smiled widely, his nose crinkling. "Don't bunny smile at me." She hissed. He laughed, trailing his fingers across her stomach. "I thought you liked the duality thing. That's what you said earlier." He grinned. "I do...but can you save the bunny bit until after you've fucked me." She whined. He laughed harder. "If you wanna fuck, I'm not stopping you." He shrugged. She eyed him for a second then pushed him onto his back, throwing her leg over his hips. He hummed appreciatively, biting his lip as his eyes roamed slowly down her body, taking his hard cock in his hand and rubbing it against her pussy. "Y'know, I've just had an orgasm. My legs are still wobbly. If you were a gentleman you'd do the work." She smirked, grinding against his cock. He laughed, raising an eyebrow. "Oh is that right?"

He sat up suddenly, sending her flying backwards, she screeched and giggled, grabbing onto his arms as he flipped them so that he was on top of her. He took her hands, pinning them either side of her head. "I was letting you take control cause you said you wanted to fuck. But now..." He paused, kissing her, groaning into her mouth as his tongue slid against hers. "...I'm in control...and I don't wanna fuck. I'm gonna go nice...and slow." He grinned as she started to protest, taking his dick in his hand and rubbing the end against her hole, chuckling as her words stopped instantly. "Yeah, thought that'd shut you up." He lined up, pushing forward, his eyes fluttering as he felt the soft slick heat stretch and swallow the tip. She tried to raise her hips but he pinned them down with a smirk, kissing her softly before resting his forehead against hers. "No baby. Slowly." He breathed, pushing forward a little more. He savoured the feeling of her tight, hot pussy accepting him inch by inch until his hips were flush against hers. He exhaled heavily, his eyes closing as he pressed his lips to hers hungrily. "Wrap your legs around me" he whispered, looking into her lust filled eyes. With her hips lifted, it changed the angle allow him even deeper. "Oh fuck" she grunted, her hands clenched against his shoulders. "Too deep?" He muttered. She shook her head. She felt stretched and filled completely. He was deep enough to make her toes curl. He withdrew just as slowly, whining, his mouth falling open and his brow creasing. "Oh shit." He groaned. He'd wanted to go slow. To tease her until she couldn't stand it anymore but he was the one who gave in first. She was hot and tight and velvety soft. His stomach tightened, his hips moving faster automatically. He kissed her desperately, moans mingling together along with their tongues. Every time he started to pull out, her walls clamped around him, holding and squeezing his throbbing cock. He could barely form a thought, feverishly driving his cock into her over and over as she moaned beneath him. He could feel her getting tighter and wetter. He forced his eyes open. "Look at me" he panted. Her eyes opened, glassy and unfocused. He moaned deeply, the pleasured expression etched on his face along with the sounds he was making only pushed her closer to release. He looked and sounded so fucking sexy, the perfect drag of his thick, hot cock, so hard, so deep, she'd never felt anything like it. She felt like everything about him was designed to please. "Jungkook..." she purred, her hips rolling and bucking in rhythm with his. "Fuck. I'm so close." He moaned. She bit her lip. His golden skin gleamed as sweat began to roll down his neck and onto his chest. Her back arched, the steady thrust of his cock pounding into her driving her closer and closer. She gripped his back, her nails clenching. He felt the bite of pain and hissed, thrusting harder. "Let go baby. Let me see you come undone one more time." He growled. It was like she didn't have a choice, her body simply obeying, her orgasm shattering through her. He felt it, the hard clench of her walls followed by the rapid pulsing, milking his cock, pulling his cum from him. His steady rhythm faltered, his head dropping onto her shoulder as he fucked through the pleasure, his cum spilling deep inside her making his thrusting sloppier. He was still twitching as his arms gave out and he flopped heavily down on top of her, gasping for air, his head swimming and buzzing. He could feel her hot, ragged breath against his ear. He wanted to move off of her, check she was ok, do something but he couldn't move. He felt heavy, his mind cloudy. He just about managed to throw his leg over her hips and slither beside her, dozily pulling her into his arms as he pressed soft, breathless kisses to her forehead. "Roll" he mumbled, tapping her hip. She forced herself onto her side, grumbling contentedly as he curled up behind her, spooning her. "I think I'm gonna pass out." She whispered, giggling weakly. He chuckled, his own eyes heavy, the urge to sleep clawing

at him insistently. "Sleep. I'm not going anywhere." He muttered.

[nikethestatue]

The Kings’ Wife

Part IV

Ruhn’s Turn

Elain and Ruhn spend a day together. It's his turn.

(Pervasive language and explicit sexual content)

She transformed completely in his hands. Animal like, desperate, perverse and greedy. She closed her eyes and held on for dear life as he tenderly led her into his darkness, into pleasure.

Deep in his realm she became insatiable.

*

Elain was bent over a leather seat, naked.

“How does it feel, beautiful?” Ruhn asked, running his hand over her tender flesh and wiping her buttock.

“Mmm,” she huffed, “it’s not too bad…”

His breath was fluttering over the her thighs, her heated, aching sex, her ass.

“You like it though,” he smirked, “you are all wet for me.”

Of course, Ruhn made her not only bend over the seat, but also spread her legs, so she was stretched before his eyes, her pussy flooding with every painful prick of the needle. He was right–it felt amazing. Elain was biting her hand, trying to stifle her moans, while the buzzing of his needle reverberated over her whole body.

He’d brought her here, explaining what was around them, as they walked. The four buildings that surrounded their home all belonged to them–the one that they walked through after the wedding was their main office, King Enterprises–a soaring skyscraper, in which they ran their empire. On the other side, there was a hotel–Hotel Royale (not very inventive in the name department to be sure), in which the brothers had their own penthouses. Apparently, that’s where they used to bring women and live part-time. The hotel was a big money-maker for them, luxurious and exclusive, catering to a wealthy clientele.  According to Ruhn, who held her hand as they walked, they’d never brought anyone to the house, since it was secret and no one except their guards, their closest confidants and her ever entered the premises. The third building was a more industrial one–old brick, ancient iron fire escape–it was a converted former bottling operation–which now housed a restaurant, where the brothers liked to conduct their more intimate business, as well as a boxing gym, and a tattoo shop, where Ruhn worked when he wasn’t running a huge security operation or killing people.

There were a lot of secret doors with codes and scanners that they had to go through, but finally, they were in the tattoo shop, which was bustling with clients and artists. Everything paused for a moment, when Ruhn entered, the looks that he got reverential and amazed. As Elain would later find out, he was one of the best tattoo artists in the world, and came up with his own unique style which was hard to reproduce. Hence the wait to get him to tattoo someone was at least six months long. Before they entered, he’d dropped her hand, as they’d agreed upon, and she was just a slightly-disheveled client, wearing a wrinkled summer dress, and untamed wild hair, while not looking at all like the typical receiver of a King tattoo.

He took her to the back, where a number of private rooms were located, for clients who wanted tats on more intimate parts of their bodies, or who were getting piercings in weird places. They entered a spacious, well-lit room with very large windows and the moment the door closed, Ruhn was on her, his large, very tall, very sharply cut body pressing her into the wall, her face between his hands, as he smashed his lips into hers. Elain’s hot eager hands slipped under his shirt and she ran them over his thickly-muscled back, moaning softly into his mouth, as his tongue battled with hers for dominance and overtaking hers at once.

“Hi wife,” he laughed, pulling away at last, stroking her head.

“Hi, my husband,” she smiled at him.

He laughed again and then snapped his fingers and said, “now let’s get you naked and bend over.”

“Well, that’s romantic,” she giggled, and he waved his hand, stating, “when you are with me, I want to see everything. I want the titties bouncing,” and he squeezed her breasts tightly, to demonstrate. “I want to see the pink pussy, and your gorgeous ass. So, off!”

She was shaking her head, but raised her arms up in the air, while he pulled her dress off.

“Leave romance for Az,” he shrugged. “With me, you don’t get romance–you get hot fucking, you get your ass anal-yzed, and you get adventures.”

“I like all those things,” she confessed, standing naked in front of him.

She wasn’t sure if the windows were tinted, because they were low enough that someone who was curious could technically see inside.

“Good! Because you are going to get all of them with me.”

He nodded to the leather recliner and asked, “are you sure?”

“I am sure,” she said confidently, her back straight. He looked at her, taking in her gorgeous body, all the creamy sinful curves and smiled to himself.

“You know,” he said, running his thumb over his lower lip, his eyes drinking her in, “I wasn’t looking to get married–ever. And then Az was told by our asshole dad that he’d arranged for Az to marry you. And Az–he is duty bound. But not me. I thought it was bullshit and we are not in some medieval village, where we have to unite clans to stop internal conflict and shit like that. I'd rather fucking fight, if there is a war!”

Elain chuckled, and he continued,

“But then I saw you. In that freakin’ cobalt dress. And I thought–this is my Queen. This is the one I was to marry. This woman is going to be Elain fucking King and no one else was more deserving to carry our name. And here you are–my wife,” he stroked her cheek tenderly, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. Elain’s eyes were large and damp with emotion. “And I am happy. For once, I am fucking happy, Ellie, because you are with us and you are ours and it’s like a whole new world that opened up for us. It’s thrilling and exciting. And I’ll own you, baby. But you will own me too.”

She took his hand and put it under her breast, where her heart was beating strong and fast.

“I’ll ruin your tight little body with my dick, El,” he promised, “because I am a kinky bastard and you are so ripe for the taking and the ruining.”

“Give me your heart, Ruhn,” she murmured softly, “and you can have my body. And my heart.”

“My heart is already yours, sweetheart,” he confessed. “It ain’t love yet, but we’ll get there.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, hottie, I promise,” he chuckled. “Now, get your lush ass over to the chair. Bend over, scoot to the very edge, so your hips press into the seat.”

Elain did as she was told, striding to the chair, and lying over it, while Ruhn rolled over on a stool and pulled on a pair of black gloves. He propped her leg onto the chair, so that the angle was even more explicit and she turned to look at him, wondering, “is that necessary?”

He slapped her asscheek and laughed, saying, “Absolutely not! But I really like seeing you bent over like that. You should get used to it anyway,” he shrugged, as he started to prep his machine, “I like my girls on their fours, better yet with their hands tied, asses up in the air, and just taking it.” He squeezed her hips, then her buttocks and said, “I like a good grip. Press my thumbs in these cute dimples above your ass,” and he demonstrated it, “pull you on my dick and go for a nice, long ride.”

He smacked his lips and muttered, “but honest to god, your pussy is a stunner! It’s so plump and juicy–like a good steak. You want to just get into it and just ram it into complete submission.”

“You like to dominate?” she wondered, interested and curious.

He had to remind himself that she wasn’t familiar with anything, and he’d have to be patient and explain things to her. In fact, he was actually amazed that she’s gone as far as she has with the three of them. He was amazed that she was bare in front of him. He was amazed that he was allowed to touch her and she didn’t pull away.

“Fuck yeah…I like to have girls cry for my dick. The need to dominate–it’s potent. Some philosopher said that the ‘essence of a female is to submit’--i don't really believe in that in real life, I like my women strong and independent of me, so I don’t have to babysit anyone, but in bed–you submit to me, and I’ll make you feel insanely good!”

She’d asked him to immortalize Azriel’s mark on her flesh and Ruhn agreed. He’d offered to tattoo the imprint of Azriel’s teeth on her thigh, using a special blend of ink, which would set pale, and almost flesh-coloured.

“Here we go,” he announced, “relax and tell me if it gets too much,” and began the work.

Elain found the process surprisingly painful, and surprisingly arousing too. It was probably more painful than usual due to the actual injury that Azriel had caused with his teeth, over which Ruhn was now tattooing, but she loved feeling the needle poke into her skin.

“How come you are a virgin?” he asked, making small talk. “You are incredibly attractive.”

“You don’t know why?”

“I really don’t. Is it because of the marriage thing?”

She said,

“The old dons decided that the girls of their families would be virgins until marriage. So there would be no potential questions about paternity. The only thing that was agreed upon for the women was that they wouldn't be married off to the old guys…We have to be within the same generation.”

“So no one played with you ever?” he smirked.

“No.”

There was a pause, interrupted only by the machine and the noises from the outside and inside the studio. Being completely naked here, with her ass up and her pussy spread, felt strangely erotic, considering that anyone could enter or see her from the street.

“I wasn’t supposed to have married Az, you know,” she said after a beat.

“Hmm, really? I did think it was a bit sudden,” he agreed. “A month from meeting to wedding–not a lot of time,” he kissed her butt cheek absently, “was there someone else then?”

She sighed.

“Yes. I was supposed to have been married into the Nolan clan,”

Ruhn squinted, trying to put the names together in his head, and then said, “Shit, not Graysen?”

“Yes, Graysen.”

“Why the hell would you want to marry that Irish motherfucker?”

She laughed at the bluntness and he added, “he is about as exciting as a boiled potato,”

“I like boiled potatoes.”

“You should’ve married him then, huh…” he suggested. “Why didn’t you? Why Az?”

She shrugged and didn’t answer.

He waited, but she didn’t answer.

“Elain?” he prodded at last.

“I was scared,” she admitted.

“Scared? Or Graysen? And you weren’t scared of Az?” he asked, incomprehension written all over his face.

“I think Graysen might have been…violent,” she explained.

Swiftly, Ruhn grabbed her chin and turned her face to him.

His luminous blue eyes were ablaze, dark with fury.

“Did that fuck hurt you?”

“No,” she shook her head. “But he was disrespectful. And I think he would’ve hurt me if we were married. So, to my father’s horror and protests, I refused. I haven't refused anything before, but that…I refused,”

Ruhn kissed her. Hard.

“You are a good, smart girl. Never forget to stand up for yourself. Not because Graysen is a dumb violent cocksucker,  but because you knew what you needed. In your heart,” he put his hand back to her chest, “you knew. That you belong to us, with us. We were your destiny. But if anyone ever lays a fucking finger on your golden head, then they lose the hand. And if anyone ever says a word against you, they lose their tongue. That’s a promise.”

“Thanks Ru,” she said seriously.

“Sure thing, hottie. You can count on us. So how did you settle on Az?”

“I didn’t. I mean, I’ve heard the name of course–who hasn’t heard of the Kings? But father thought that he’d been too big a fish to catch. We aren’t on the same level as you guys,”

Ruhn smirked and returned to the tattoo.

“But then, Az agreed to meet. At first, father wanted him with Nesta,”

At that, Ruhn choked and pressed a little too hard on the skin, making her wince.

“Nesta?” he gasped and Elain laughed. Ruhn slapped her ass and ordered, “don’t laugh. I’ll make a crooked line!”

“Who cares? It’s not like anyone is going to see it other than the three of you,”

“Damn right it will be just the three of us!” he slapped her again and nodded proudly, then massaging the pain away. “But I still want my work to be first rate. And fuck me, and nothing against your sister, but she is one tough broad. She isn’t Az’s style or type at all. They would have eaten each other alive.”

“Probably,” Elain agreed, stifling her laughter. Ruhn added,

“He only appears chill. In real life, he can bring his fist down like nobody’s business.”

“I think we are done!” he wiped her and disinfected the work. Then he took a mirror and showed her the tattoo.

“Oh my god! Ru! It’s beautiful!”

Elain gasped, wide-eyed.

It wasn’t just Azriel’s teeth–but between the imprints of his jaws, Ruhn added the King crest–the K, the flowers, the daggers.

“I…I can’t believe it,” she kept muttering, wiggling her hips every which way, to get a better look.

“I take it you like it?” he smirked.

“I do! Oh, it’s so beautiful! It’s perfect!”

He stroked her ass and said, “now my pretty girl, relax and take a finger, alright?”

Elain licked her lips and looked at him over her shoulder, while he winked at her, “We have to start stretching you a bit…Az’s dick is no joke.”

She blanched and whispered, “how big?”

“He’s got a full ten incher…maybe a tad more.”

She gasped, and murmured, “You have a nine,”

“Well, technically, I have a ten incher too,” he argued innocently. “But it sounds better if I say nine before a girl takes me in her ass.”

“Oh, how thoughtful of you!” she rolled her eyes.

Ruhn pulled his gloves off and licked his lips in anticipation, immediately gingerly spreading her opening with his thumbs, as Elain trembled and blushed intensely.

“Relax, darlin',” he urged her, “I want to fill you up and see how you take my fingers and then we’ll play with your clitty as well.”

“Oh…okay,” she breathed, while Ruhn’s thick long finger probed slowly and dipped inside of her. The invasion felt strange, but pleasant, though she felt very full at once, without him moving or reaching very deep.

“How does that feel?” he wondered, kissing her tiny puckering anus, “you are fucking tight!!” he groaned.

“I am a virgin,” she reminded him with a pleased inhale, because he began to move his finger in and out, slowly, carefully, with measured strokes.

“Ah, and I am loving that you are!” he laughed, “such nice, tight pussy. And I am the only one who's ever been inside!”

“Is Az going to beat your ass for that?” she chuckled, though her eyes fell closed and she moved her hips against his finger, wanting more penetration.

“Possibly. But it’s totally worth it,” he decided. “You moving your ass on my finger, so you can take more–priceless!”

“Ruhn, deeper,” she whined, “I want more!”

He swirled the digit inside of her wetness, pushing at the walls of her sex, spreading her, all the while pumping in and out.

“Ooh, there it is!” he whooped excitedly.

“What is?”

“Your hymen. We’ll leave that for Az, I think,” he laughed and then ordered her firmly, “flip back and sit down, baby. Let’s do this for real,”

He withdrew from her and Elain turned and sat down on the recliner, trembling with anticipation.

He watched her and then commanded, “lean back on your elbows. Legs–spread.”

Elain did as instructed, though she still felt very shy being that exposed and being face to face with him.

“Very good…You are going to take two fingers now, okay?”

She nodded wordlessly.

“Don’t close your eyes, I want you to watch me. You may look down and see who is fingering your pussy, got it?”

She nodded again.

“I’ll take you however I want to, and you’ll take it all,” he warned. “Spread wider. I want to see inside of you. I want your hole nice and open for me.”

Elain did as commanded, and Ruhn watched with a satisfied smile, “Now, hands under and on your ass, and spread it for me too,” he instructed further. “I want to see your other hole as well. Depending on how I feel, I may finger you in there as well,”

“Ruhn,” she began saying, but he interrupted and warned, “I only want to hear two words from you–’please’ and ‘more’. Are you going to be a good girl and do all of this for me?”

She nodded, her eyes wide.

He readied her lazily, sliding his finger up and down, from her clit to her anus, watching her watch him. Without warning, he thrust his index finger into her, all at once and she gasped, licking her lips, while his other hand snaked up her belly, and he squeezed her breast, before flicking her puffy nipple, which was very swollen from the previous bout of intense sucking. Elain looked down at her breast, but he wrapped his hand around her throat, murmuring, “what did I say?”

“Sorry,” she chirped, raising her eyes back to his face, watching his stunning face shyly. He left his hand wrapped around her throat, anchoring himself, and she squeezed his wrist, holding it there, while he worked his finger inside of her without stopping, pushing and swirling, while he winked and said, “doing well, pretty girl. Now we are going to add another. This will be tighter.”

His middle finger slipped into her, aided by the wetness that was dripping from her hole, and he was right–it was very tight. Uncomfortable now. Elain inhaled nervously, wiggling her hips to escape the pressure, but he only pushed further. She winced, biting her lower lip painfully, but he said sternly, “I haven’t heard you say anything yet? Why?”

He thrust even harder, and she groaned with discomfort and pleasure, grabbing at his wrist, a pained look on her face.

“I am waiting, darling,” he urged.

“More,” she whispered weakly, “please.”

“No problem! I love fingering,” he grinned and winked at her again, his long hair sliding over her breasts and belly, tickling her. “Let’s get this pussy working for me!”

And that’s when Ruhn began drilling her in earnest. He slammed hard into her tender, tight opening, stretching her after each thrust, opening her up, his finger disappearing inside of her completely.

Elain felt dizzy, shaking and swaying between him and the seat, propelled by the strength of his thrusts, his thick, muscular arm like a battering ram inside of her. “Moan,” he told her, because she’d been stifling her cries. There were people milling outside the doors, in the shop and people were walking outside on the street, and here she was, getting fingered, as if this was Ruhn’s full time job and he was looking to earn a monthly bonus. He was aggressive and harsh, his hand absolutely relentless, and no matter how she tried to squirm out of it, he brought her back with his fingers again and again.

“Oh my god, ohmygod, Ruhn…” she cried, head thrown back, as she was unable to look at him, her eyes shut, a grimace of utter pleasure and pain written over her lovely face.

“That’s right, beautiful, say my name,” he urged, his hand wet and sopping with her juices, his hand knuckles-deep inside of her.

“Ruhn,” she gritted, “Ruhn…I…can’t,”

“Of course you can,” he slapped her pussy, hitting the clit and she bobbed up in the chair, crying out loud. “What are your words?”

“More,” she wept from the pressure, just on the verge of a mind-blowing orgasm, which he consistently managed to pull back from her just a little bit.

“Good. What else?”

“Please…Ruhn…Please. Please,” she begged pathetically.

“What do you want me to do?” he inquired casually, like his hand wasn’t half-fisting her hole.  “Be specific…what do you like?”

“It hurts,” she panted desperately, “but it’s good…oh god, it’s so deep,” she was just about screeching now, as he dug deeper and added yet more power to his stroke. Then, she pleaded, “smack it…like you did before.”

“Ahh,” he cocked his brow, “you liked that?!”

He slapped her soaking slit, without pausing the thrusting of his fingers, and she shuddered violently, moaning with blissful enjoyment.

Ruhn’s been with too many women and had done too many things to ever contemplate judging anyone’s preferences and desires. Even if Elain hadn’t struck him as someone who’d enjoy the rougher side of things and a little bit of pain, here she was, pleasantly surprising him.

He slapped her clit again and again, loving the feel of her inner walls tightening around his fingers every time he did it.

“More, please,” she requested politely and eagerly, starting to move on his hand herself, fucking herself on him.

“Good girl,” he approved, “use me.”

She winced and grunted, but didn’t stop.

“You are stretching me so much…you can’t slam into me so hard!” she protested feebly.

“Do you want to tell me ‘jasmine’ then?” he rammed her with unstoppable force, in and out, in and out, and she shook her head in a panic.

“No! No!” she was twitching and crying, “no, don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!”

“So you want me to use your hole just as hard as I am doing?” he clarified with his insufferable smirk on that sensual mouth. The tip of his tongue played with his lip ring, while he pinched her nipple.

“Yes, yes!” she screamed, jerking upright, as her climax slammed into her like a hurricane. She grabbed at his arms, his neck, scratching him, pushing at him, but he was completely unstoppable–a mountain of raw sexual power. “Use my pussy,” she begged, tears running down her red face, “use all of me, just don’t stop…please! More!”

He wrapped his hand around her throat again and jammed two fingers in her mouth, making her suck, which she did, holding on to that hand with a tight grip, while she orgasmed over his hand, her passage tightening and clenching over his fingers, her wild moans stifled by the fingers in her mouth.

That’s how Azriel found them, when he opened the door and slid inside the room noiselessly.

Elain was completely naked, arched on the leather seat, her legs somewhere up in the air, Ruhn’s hand buried inside of her stretched-out hole, her hair a messy wave that spread all over the chair, perky tits bouncing heavily as he banged into her savagely. Ruhn was a demanding and rough lover, someone who attracted women with his wild, untamed ways and his precise, cold requirements–but many who wanted to come and experience his searing flame often came out burnt after the encounter.

It seemed that he wasn’t inclined to change his demanding, dominating ways with Elain whatsoever. Hence the absolutely pornographic scene of her being nearly choked, with three of his fingers in her mouth pumping quickly and harshly, and in unison with the three fingers with which he was attacking her pussy. She was slurping on his digits with both of her holes, sputtering and squeezing him.

“What the fuck is this shit?” Azriel growled, watching Elain’s big brown eyes fly open with alarm and embarrassment.

Ruhn though didn’t bother slowing down, and drilled her tender opening in a persistent, methodically unwavering rhythm.

“Oh, hi brother!” he said jovially, “fancy seeing you here!”

Then, demonstratively, he pulled his fingers out of her mouth and amorously squeezed her flopping breasts with his wet hand, pulling on her nipples.

Azriel crossed his arms on his chest, his face an unreadable mask, and Elain squirmed in her chair, somehow attempting to cover something, but failing miserably.

“What are you doing?” Ruhn asked sternly and pinched her nipple painfully, until she yelped, “are we done?”

“I…I don’t know,” she panted, colouring prettily with pink blushes.

“And what might you be doing?” Azriel inquired dryly.

“Lightly fingering my girlfriend-slash-secret-wife,” Ruhn announced with a shrug. “Her pussy is very sweet and she enjoys getting it stretched,”

“Oh my god,” she squealed. “Shut up!” She hit him with her foot for good measure.

“I asked for one fucking thing!” Azriel grunted. “ One !”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ruhn leaned over and licked Elain’s mouth. “Nothing inside the pussy until His Majesty deems it acceptable,”

Azriel snarled softly, “Oh, fuck off,”

“Don’t worry, I left the hymen all intact for you. She’ll bleed over your dick nice and well. You may wave that sheet around as evidence,”

“Also, light fingering ?” Azriel came closer, his eyes fixed on her hole, which was filled with Rhuhn’s hand, “it looks like you are near-fisting her!”

“Our girl likes it nice and hard,” Ruhn smiled with satisfaction. “Don’t you sweetheart?”

Her eyes darted between the brothers, both of whom were fully dressed, in control, unbothered, while she was a naked mess in front of her, all swollen and leaking from every orifice, her pussy relentlessly pumped with Ruhn’s hand.

“I guess as punishment for disobeying my order,” Azriel said lightly, as if he was discussing the weather, “first anal will be with me too.”

“Absolutely not!” Ruhn snarled, “our girl wants me to pop her anal cherry. Don’t you, darling?”

“I…what?” he mumbled, not knowing how to answer.

“See, she wants me to do it!” was Ruhn’s logical conclusion. Elain couldn’t help herself, because he was still inside of her, and it felt amazing and she moaned, her head thrown back.

“Darling,” Ruhn kissed her briefly, “I’ll have Az take over, if it’s all the same to you. My cock feels like it’s a prisoner of war, and is about to bust out of my jeans and make good its escape.”

He slowly pulled out of her, making her back arch deeply and a long, low moan ripped from her lips. The loss of his hand felt terrible. She was empty and aching, her core pulsating with angry impatience.

“I can’t believe you put your fingers inside of her,” Azriel grunted under his breath.

Ruhn grinned smugly and then wiggled his tattooed fingers which glistened in the light of day and moaned, “And she feels amazing. Bet she tastes even better.”

Azriel licked his lips, a soft growl escaping his lips at the scent of Elain’s arousal so close to him and Ruhn decided, “Tell you what, big fella, since I beat you to it by actually touching her, how about you get the first taste?”

Wide-eyed, Elain, who was still spread out on the leather recliner and propped on her elbows, watched as Ruhn jammed his fingers into Azriel’s mouth, and Azriel licked and sucked her slick off Ruhn’s hand.

“Tastes good?” Ruhn smiled knowingly, nodding his approval, as Azriel’s eyes rolled back and he nodded, licking every bit of her until he finally released Ruhn’s fingers from his mouth with an audible pop.

“Tastes fucking amazing,” Azriel ground out.

“I made our girl come twice,” Ruhn informed him proudly, “without touching her clit once.”

Azriel gently squeezed her throat, in a manner very similar to his brother, and stooped down, dragging his tongue over her plump swollen lips. Elain was panting beneath him, her naked breasts rising and falling rapidly.

“Did you like having your husband make you come, sweetheart?” he whispered.

She nodded desperately, biting her lips, then his.

“And what do you want now?”

“I want more,” she begged, unabashedly, opening her legs for him and taunting him with her pink, glistening slit.

“Alright then,” Azriel decided benevolently and with one easy, assured move, he sunk two fingers inside of her. Elain threw her head back, crying out loud.

His finger felt differently from Ruhn’s–even better, if it were possible. Ruhn’s were thicker, but Azriel’s were longer and scarred, offering her extra sensations with their bumps and ridges, the uneven, harsh skin scraping along the walls of her passage. She howled with pleasure, as he began to fuck her firmly, ordering, “watch me” as he plunged in and out of her sopping passage. Her tits shook and plopped in heavy waves, while he stroked her jaw with his thumb, watching her and his hand, which disappeared almost entirely within her.

“How’s that silky pussy?

Elain jerked her head to him and her breath hitched, as her eyes widened at the sight of the emergence of Ruhn’s cock. He took it out of his jeans and she licked her lips, as her cheeks flooded crimson, and sweat broke out all over her body.

“Have you never seen a dick, love?” Ruhn smiled, coming closer and allowing her a full view.

“It’s not a bad dick to see the first time,” Azriel approved, smirking at her shocked face.

“It’s huge!” she shrieked, dismayed. Nine inches her ass! It was an elephant dick, she was sure of it. Even within the grasp of Ruhn’s massive hand, his cock stood enormous and proud. The cut pink head glistened and Elain spied two piercings–one on his scrotum, and another, and she wasn’t even sure if it was a piercing, was a ring that wrapped around the thick head, with three little beads on it.

“Oh, yes, darlin’,” Ruhn grinned, watching her, “it will feel very nice when it’s in your pussy. They hit all the right spots,” his hand worked his cock smoothly, knowingly, squeezing hard. She noted that he only managed to fist it comfortably, and she’d certainly require two hands.

“It’s beautiful,” Elain managed to compliment it innocently, and both men smiled at her.

Ruhn put his available hand on her breasts, squeezing them hard, and then flicked her nipples, until she yelped from pain, licking her lips hungrily, unable to tear her eyes off his mammoth member.

“I reckon our baby is ready and wanting some D,” Ruhn laughed, jerking his dick hard, as it dribbled precum over his hand.

“Come on her tits,” Azriel ordered bluntly.

“Of course I will! I will claim these pretty titties as my own,” Ruhn promised darkly, coming closer to Elain’s face, and offering her a full view of his shaft, which bulged with veins, worked rapidly within his tattooed fingers.

“Alright to come on your titties?” he confirmed and she nodded eagerly. “Let’s do this together, love,” he suggested. “Pump her harder,” he told Azriel, “I want us to come together.”

Azriel pushed her all the way on her back, parting her knees wider and allowed his hand to slide roughly into her, while Ruhn rubbed his cock above her heaving breasts.

It only took a few more hard pulls and pushes and Elain’s back arched wildly, as she bounced up, squeezing Azriel’s hips between her legs, and watching Ruhn’s cock jerk and splatter long ropes of cum on her breasts. He groaned with pleasure, squeezing her breast tightly, while she trembled with her orgasm, pulling Azriel closer to her.

“Boys,” she gasped. “Oh my god…”

“Flower, you look beautiful, when you come,” Azriel complimented her, as he kissed her lips. “Now, sweetheart, taste it,” he grabbed her other breast and pushed it up to her lips. Elain looked between the two men and then licked her own nipple, sucking off the semen.

It tasted…good. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it was nice? Was nice the right word for it? She’d been apprehensive, thinking about it, having read fanfiction and about ‘swallowing’ and tasting it, and here she was, actually tasting it and swallowing. And it was pleasant and intimate and she licked her breast again, tasting more of it.

“You like it, love?” Ruhn drew his knuckles over her cheek, swirling his finger in the mess on her breasts and feeding it to her, and then Azriel did the same. He clearly didn’t mind the cum, didn’t care that it wasn’t his. Just enjoyed Elain licking his and Ruhn’s fingers.

“It’s good!” she said with a nod.

“I brought you a change of clothes,” Azriel nodded to a bag that he left by the door. “I figured that…well, maybe that you need it.”

Ruhn winked at her and pulled her up, saying, “Show Az your new tat!”

Elain turned around eagerly and stuck her perky ass at Azriel, modelling the new ink.

“Wha-,” Azriel gasped.

“Fuck, Ruhn!” he exclaimed. “This is…you’ve outdone yourself, my man! It’s,”

“It’s beautiful, isn't it?!” she cried excitedly.

He gently caressed the swollen, red flesh, cupping it and nodded, looking at the exquisite work that his brother had done. The outline of his teeth was rendered perfectly, forever imprinted on Elain’s pale, lovely behind, her skin forever marked with him.

His teeth and the King’s crest–it was perfect. Simply perfect.

Ruhn squeezed Azriel’s shoulder affectionately and said, “A wedding present for you, brother. Enjoy it.”

*

“Where are we going?”

Elain squinted at the sun once they emerged from the dark, cavernous building that housed the tattoo shop. Ruhn plopped dark sunglasses on and took her by the hand.

“How are you feeling?” he asked instead.

She thought and then said honestly, “okay”.

He looked at her, his face serious and cupped her cheek, pressing, “What hurts?”

Somehow, he knew. And Elain did not feel the need to lie to him. Ruhn took life as it was, warts and all, and it seemed to Elain that he required no ‘prettifying’ of anything.

“The tattoo hurts a little,” she explained, and he nodded. Then she thought, assessing her body, the state of it, and admitted, “my nipples definitely ache. But I like it,”

He smiled and they resumed their walk, his huge tattooed hand dwarfing hers. But he held on.

Ruhn King wasn’t one for displays of affection. He has no problem getting women on their backs for him, but having them come back? Not likely. He’s never even had an honest to god girlfriend. When Fenrys was complaining about the same thing last night, Ruhn didn’t want to admit it to himself, or out loud, but he was in the same position. However, whereas Fenrys craved love and wanted to both give and receive it, still hopeful, still yearning for that one woman to come and make his dreams come true, and not use him for money or expensive gifts or celebrity access, Ruhn was well past those childish dreams. Truthfully, he never even had them in the first place. He never imagined himself with one woman, with someone who’d be devoted to him, for whatever reason, or someone he’d desire ardently enough to reconsider his wicked ways.

This absolutely bizarre woman who was now holding his hand, threw him so far outside of his usual orbit that it made his head spin. Only a month since meeting her and all of 4-5 actual interactions before the wedding, and he didn’t know what was happening with his head and his heart. He didn’t lie to her–he wasn’t in love with her, but she swept him off his feet without even trying.

“What else?” his thumb ran circles over her delicate hand.

She shrugged,

“Inside, it feels a little strange, but it doesn’t hurt.”

“Alright, good.”

He glanced at her. The recently-messy hair was re-tied into a long ponytail, under the pretty floral top–because it wouldn’t be Elain without a pretty floral top–her soft full breasts bounced with every step. The knee-length skirt floated around her hips.

“You look like a lollipop,” he smirked. “Something I want to lick and lick and lick,”

She flushed and smiled at him. A genuine, lovely grin that he came to dream about.

“How are you three so horny?” she pondered, amused. “All I’ve heard in the past 5-7 years is how the King boys are to stay away from. How they go through women like they go through spaghetti dinners–quickly, hungrily and it’s just a one-time-only kind of a thing.”

“And look at you now,” Ruhn lit a cigarette, moving with a purposeful stride. He was only one man, but it felt like crowds parted around him, and Elain was never bumped into and never touched by anyone. It was…amazing? She’d never experienced being with someone who dominated his own space so competently and so completely. He was truly a king. Even if he looked like a punk kid, with his long hair and tattoo sleeves and many piercings, the aura of authority and unflinching self-confidence permeated the air around him. He walked and the others only followed. Elain wondered if he was aware, or if this has been so ingrained in him that he didn’t expect anything else.

“Being had by the very same Kings,” he smirked.

“I haven’t been had by anyone just yet,” she reminded him with a cock of her brow.

“As far as I recall, I came on your fine tits and had you come all over my hand–twice,”

At that, Elain blushed and dropped her eyes to the ground.

It wasn’t even noon yet, and she’s had five orgasms today.

“Sooo, sounds to me like you’ve been had, lollipop.”

She was so cute when she was shy, and he wanted to kiss her. Kissing her was pure joy–like opening up Christmas presents in childhood. Oh wait, he didn't really have much experience with that, but he’d imagine that that would be what it would feel like.

“But we aren’t generally horny,” he shrugged. “I think we’ve gotten that out of the system in the past decade. I mean, I can’t vouch for Fen, but Azriel and I…” he thought for a moment and whistled, “I don’t think that Azriel has been with anyone for a good part of this year. At least not that I remember–he’d never mentioned anyone and hasn’t been seen with anybody. I think all these matrimonial plans have been stressing him out,” Ruhn chuckled. “There were a lot of proposals and negotiations with different families.”

He let go of her hand and instead, squeezed the back of her neck, the gesture both possessive and proprietary. He wanted all these people to see the two of them, especially the men–wanted all of them to know that she was his. That this freshly fucked beauty, with her amazing ass and full tits was his, and he staked his claim on her and it was he, who’d made her come and scream and wail.

“I was surprised,” he confessed, “when dad and Az settled on the Archerons. I think he likes Fey well enough and figured that maybe you were more like her, and not Nesta…”

Elain smiled, shaking her head.

Ruhn’s heavy hand rested on the back of her neck, and he stroked her skin with his thumb slowly.

“Now though,” he added, “we are just horny for you. Our beautiful fiery little virgin!”

Elain smiled and wrapped her arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

He knew that the two of them looked like an odd pair–the radiant Elain, dressed like the flower girl that she was, and he–dark and gloomy, inked and savage in appearance and temperament. But it didn’t matter, because she was his regardless. It didn’t matter what he was and what he looked like, because Elain was in his arms.

Initially, he was a little worried, jealous even, of Azriel, and of Fenrys. It was absolutely clear that with Azriel, Elain had an instant connection. For whatever reason, it was there. The moment their eyes met, Ruhn and Fenrys both felt a jolt that extended from being in the presence of Elain and Azriel. It was powerful, as it was obvious. Therefore, Azriel has no problem romancing his future wife. Besides, he was the only one between the three of them who’s had a long-term relationship before. It ended badly, with Morrigan’s car exploding, with Morrigan inside of it. It was a miracle that Azriel survived–the bomb was meant for him, of course, but he went back to the house to grab her coffee, which she had forgotten on the counter.

That’s how the War of the Six Families started–and it lasted for six years, until earlier this year, when the dons finally gathered together and began negotiations and matchmaking. And here they were, with Elain Archeron becoming Elain King.

Then there was Fenrys.

It was easy to love Fenrys. The blond exuberant psycho was a charmer, especially with the ladies. There was the disarming smile, the bountiful energy, the devastatingly handsome face, the swagger, the seductive voice and the teasing sense of humour. The whole package. Plus, of course, the penchant for brutality, which was dispensed easily and indiscriminately.

Elain was expected to fall for Fenrys, and she did. No surprises there.

But Ruhn–Ruhn wasn’t suave and powerful like Azriel, or irreverently engaging and funny like Fenrys. Ruhn Danaan King was the muscle behind the operation. He was cunning and smart and ruthlessly efficient, and savage. So when Fenrys began flirting with Elain, and Azriel only had to say one or two words to bend her to his will, Ruhn thought that he might be out of his depth with her. He didn’t expect her to like him at all, and was resigned to be just a guy who hung around the house, a brother-in-law at best.

Yet, here they were today, together. And he was the very first one who had been inside Elain. The first one whose cock she’d seen. The first one to claim her with his seed. He’d made her his without even anticipating it–he’d marked her with his ink, just like Azriel marked her with his teeth. She was his Mrs. King just as much as Azriel’s.

“So, where are we going?” she asked, her big brown eyes inquisitive as ever, as she took on the surroundings.

Ruhn dropped his hand from her neck to her waist and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer.

“I figured that I’ll show you something that I like. And then you can show me something that you like.”

“Hmmm, that’s fun!” she declared. “But I am hungry. Let’s eat first.”

“Alright,” he nodded, “let’s eat.”

Subway.

“Subway?” Elain muttered, faced with the glass counter of various mystery meats and fading vegetables.

“Anything on the menu, my lady!” Ruhn announced magnanimously. “Go wild.”

“Well then,” she whistled under her breath.

“You could even get double meat!” he suggested.

She muttered, “I think I am getting triple meat,” and at that, Ruhn laughed loudly.

“Aren't you a lucky girl?”

Elain indeed went wild with her selection and got a six inch sub with turkey and roast beef. Ruhn settled on tuna, which apparently was his favourite sandwich. It was Fanta for her, and a Diet Coke for him, and he shuddered at the neon orange colour of her drink.

They found a picnic table at some park nearby and sat down. As soon as Elain’s butt touched the bench, Ruhn pulled her to him and cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs caressing the apples of her cheeks.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, looking at her with such earnest hunger, that her heart skipped a beat in her chest.

“I am right here,” she murmured and kissed the inside of his palm.

“And you’ll stay here,” he declared urgently, “forever. With me. Us.”

Gently, Elain assured him, “I am planning on it,”  

“Even if we fuck up,” Ruhn’s voice was almost pleading, “because we will. We’ll inevitably fuck up, love.”

“I’ll fuck up too,” she laughed.

“And we’ll forgive you,” he promised, his tobacco scented lips brushing against hers. “But you’ll have to forgive us as well.”

He pressed his lips into hers then, kissing her like they haven’t kissed in months. He filled his hands with her breasts and kissed her in a way that was completely inappropriate for public consumption, but Elain already learned that Ruhn was not one for social graces or propriety. He gave absolutely no fucks about anything and lived immediately and with a heady, uncontrollable hunger, gulping every experience with ferocious zeal.

So he kissed and kissed her, mashing her breasts within the confines of her bra, squeezing and massaging, until she moaned and whimpered against him. Smoothing his hand over her head at last, he pulled away, and smiled at her.

“I gotta get some grub into my wife’s belly,” he decided. “Before she bites me.”

Elain cocked her brow and kissed him softly, “and you don’t want me to bite you?”

“Any time, love. The harder the better.”

“Noted.”

Elain unwrapped her sandwich, inhaling the scent specific to Subway. She and Ruhn toasted with their sandwiches and dug in.

“Oh Lord, this is the best sandwich ever!” she moaned.

He barked a laugh and said, “I knew it was gonna hit the spot, lollipop. Fucking makes you hungry, girl,”

“Good to know,” she sipped her orange drink. Then, after a moment of indulging in her sandwich, she asked, “Why do you think Azriel didn't want to sleep with me?”

Ruhn almost choked, and flipped his hair over his shoulder, while she rummaged in her purse and handed him a hair tie, “What do you mean he doesn’t want to sleep with you?”

“Last night,” she explained, chewing with gusto, stealing his chips, “he left me. And didn’t want to sleep with me…”

“Ahh,” Ruhn finally understood. He also understood who Azriel was so tense this morning, when he almost ran downstairs in only his knickers, not even bothering with a shirt or shoes.

Instead of answering, he shrugged and suggested, “Why don’t you sleep with him?”

She glanced at him, and then took a huge bite of her sandwich, chomping on it and looking sadly at how quickly it was disappearing.

He tsked, shaking his head, and said, “You should've gotten a footlong.”

Elain reached and wiped a bit of mayo off his lip, smiling at him and then licked it off her thumb.

“I like being married to you, Elain,” he said seriously. “Even if it’s been less than 24 hours. It’s been a very very good 18 hours.”

“Prove it?!” she demanded, laughing.

He tore a quarter of his sandwich, making a mess, and handed it to her nevertheless.

“I know you are still hungry. Eat more. That’s what husbands and wives do–they share.”

“I like being married to you too, Ruhn.”

*

“So, where are you taking me?”

They were back on the streets, walking and enjoying the sights, with Ruhn offering a tremendous amount of information to her about various buildings, building styles, how they changed over the centuries, what they housed, and who lived there.

“To a museum,” Ruhn said, a cigarette dangling from his lip.

“A museum?” she was surprised. “Which one? The Met?”

“No,”

“I wouldn’t have pegged you for a museum-lover,” she confessed, glancing at him with renewed interest–like he was someone she was seeing for the first time.

He winked at her and whispered in her ear, his lips brushing over the shell,

“Baby, you haven’t pegged me at all yet. But, it’s certainly on the menu.”

Elain’s eyes widened and he grinned wickedly and then bit her earlobe. While he enjoyed making the joke, it dawned on him,

“Do you even know what that means?”

“No,” she shook her head proudly. “I mean–it means ‘ assuming ’...what do you-,”

“Oh god,” he groaned, throwing his head back.

Ugh, she gave him a little annoyed pout and he tugged her to his side, kissing her hair.

“You’ll peg me, love,” he promised with a grin.

Too many women were ogling Ruhn for Elain’s comfort. Their hungry eyes skimmed over his towering muscular form, over the tight black shirt which clung to his abs and stretched around the powerful arms and his enormous shoulders. The fitted black jeans did little to de-emphasize the bulge of his prominent cock, and Elain noticed in the window reflection how some of these skanks checked out his ass, once he passed them. Ruhn didn’t seem too bothered by the attention. Perhaps he was used to it, just like Elain was somewhat used to the catcalls and interest in men’s eyes when they beheld her. But now,

“You are wearing a ring,” she hissed at him, and took his arm, in a gesture that was both submissive and possessive.

“What ring?” he wondered, confused.

“A wedding ring! That’s what ring!”

“Okay,” he agreed calmly. “You want me to wear a wedding ring?”

His chest swell with excitement at her request.

“Yes! You are mine,” she reminded him firmly. “So, you wear a wedding ring.”

“I will wear a wedding ring,” he confirmed with a nod.

He stopped in front of an elegant red and white mansion and Elain followed him inside.

She inquired, “What is this?”

“My favourite little museum,” he explained. “The Neue Galerie. Let’s go.”

They spent the next two hours looking at Ruhn’s favourite pieces, and Elain learned that he adored Egon Schiele and spoke of the artist with expertise and fondness, explaining how he related to his tormented darkness, his unruly nature, his talent and his untimely death.

Ruhn surprised Elain yet again, with his acute intelligence and his love of art. She realised that had he not been born and made into this life, with expectation for a violent and ruthless existence bred into him since he was a baby, Ruhn would’ve been an artist. His tattooing was his outlet, human skin–his canvass, his art a living, breathing thing on other people’s flesh. Perhaps, that’s how he preserved his own immortality.

“Now, for something special,” Ruhn grabbed her hand and whispered, “close your eyes’.

“Oh gosh, please don’t steal a painting or,” she begged softly and he laughed. Interrupting her with a kiss.

“I promise,” he said into her lips, “I am not stealing things. Not now, at least,”

“Nice.”

“Now, eyes closed!”

Elain did as she was told and closed her eyes, which he covered further with his heavy, wide palm. Within a few moments, he dropped his hand and murmured, excitement lacing his voice, “open up!”

Elain opened her eyes and smiled widely.

“A Woman in Gold,” she said.

“So you know,” he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head.

“She is exquisite,”

“You are exquisite as well,” he whispered into her ear. “Do you like her?”

She nodded, taking in the gilded painting, the opulence of it all, the gold that surrounded the sad-faced woman.

“You are my own golden beauty,” he said, reaching for her hand. He brought it to his lips, kissing the knuckles in a most gentlemanly manner. “‘Always gilded by the sun.”

“Are you a romantic at heart after all, Mr. King?” Elain wondered with a smile.

“Only for Elain King,” Ruhn confessed. “Now, give me your little hand.”

He took her left hand and turned her to face him.

“I think you ought to wear my ring too, wife,” with that, Ruhn placed a slender diamond-encrusted band on her finger, just on top of an identical band that had married her to Azriel.

*

Azriel King was in a foul mood.

After Elain and Ruhn disappeared wherever they disappeared to, he felt no better than Fenrys. He was also despondent and unhappy, his attitude snappy, his disposition aggressive and he was dissatisfied with everything. His men felt it on their hides, when he’d met with his lieutenants and let them have it.

There’s been festering problems in the past few months, with their warehouses being attacked, shipments disappearing, and unfamiliar gangs encroaching on the King territory.

There were a few suspects–the Nolans and that fuckwit Graysen, who sampled a little too much of his own product, the Vanserras–an old family, with just about as many sons as the Kings, all vying for attention and power, warring between each other as well as the other families, and lastly, looming over all of them–the Salvaterre clan.

The Salvaterre were proper Italians, a ruthless camorra clan, which clawed its way to the top and was now setting their sights across the ocean. Money laundering and counterfeiting were their specialties, and you didn’t need to be on Italian soil to make that happen.

Azriel was a goddamn newlywed, and he wanted to act like a newlywed. He wanted to spend time with his new wife, he wanted to shower her with gifts and outings, he wanted to touch that sublime body and bury himself in her balls-deep. He wanted normal things and…Well, the taste of Elain’s sweet pussy plagued him the whole day today. He resented Ruhn–not only for getting inside that glorious pussy first, but for letting him suck his fingers. Now, he couldn’t get the taste, the scent, the sensation out of his mouth and out of his head. He’s been obsessing over it the whole day, and it wasn’t going to subside, of that he was sure.

He entered the house, and something in him soared with happiness and peacefulness, the moment he stepped inside and the air was awash with the delicious smell of garlic and rosemary and meat, and there was laughter, and music too. ABBA. ‘Dancing Queen’. In the middle of their giant open kitchen, he spied Fenrys and Elain, who stood side by side, legs spread, wooden spoons in their hands, acting as microphones, and them lip syncing to the song–pointing out to their imaginary audiences, wailing ‘onlyyyy seventeen-eennn…’

He couldn’t help but grin, as he pulled on his tie to loosen it.

These two definitely were the soulmates of cheesiness and ridiculousness.

“So, dinner and a show?” Azriel chuckled, interrupting them. Elain dropped her spoon and leapt into his arms with such speed, he barely held on. Laughing, he squeezed her in his arms, as she wrapped her legs around him and clutched at him with such desperation, you’d think they haven’t seen each other in months.

“That’s right, wife,” he laughed, “give your husband a kiss. Did you miss me?”

She cupped his face, while he cupped her plush ass, clad in another pair of yoga pants, which he figured would be the death of him one day. She looked at him with her big soft brown eyes and murmured, “I’ve missed you,” and then she kissed him tenderly.

“I’ve missed you too,” he admitted, as he walked around with her in his arms, kissing her insatiably.

“What should I do with this?” Fenrys called out from the kitchen, unbothered by the interruption, as he swung his hips, borderline pirouetting to the music, as he stirred something at the stove. “Also, your gross kissing is too much! It’s just a kiss ‘hello’, not a full on porno!”

Azriel ignored him, caressing and squeezing Elain’s tight ample buttocks in his hands, not bothering to interrupt his kissing of her vanilla-and-honey scented lips.

“Why don’t you just bend her over and put a baby in her,” Ruhn’s gravelly drawl came from the stairs, as he descended, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“I think that they are just jealous,” Azriel whispered into her lips, brushing his nose against hers, “and want to watch you on my dick.”

“Actually, I don’t want her on your dick,” Ruhn came over and brashly pulled her face to his, planting an impatient kiss on her already swollen mouth, “I want her on mine. Or, both of ours,”

“What am I?” Fenrys yelled from the kitchen, indignant, “chopped liver?”

Elain only laughed and then disengaged from the mountains of muscles that were surrounding her and said, “Alright lover boys, dinner is in fifteen minutes. Get ready, make yourselves useful, open wine bottles!”

Although Azriel released her, reluctantly, his hand still rested on her belly, as he followed her to the kitchen.

“It smells insanely good,” he muttered into her neck. “Did you cook?”

“Of course I cooked,” she nodded, stroking his cheek. “I roasted a chicken…well, two chickens, since I have three brawny men with me,”

“Elain,” Azriel interrupted her, and then turned her face to his. “You don’t have to cook for us,” he said seriously. “This is not…honestly, we don’t expect you to cook, or,”

“Az,” she interjected. “It’s my joy–cooking, flowers, baking.”

“I’d never take your joy away from you,” he said quickly, “but I just want to make sure that it’s not something that you think you have to do,”

“Listen, we’ll have nights when we’ll have pizza and beer, or Chinese takeout. But,” and she swallowed, looking a tad nervous, “if we are going to be a family, the four of us, then we have to be a family. Do family things–have our own rituals and gatherings. We aren’t roommates, who just come and go and sometimes have sex,”

“No, we are not,” he agreed immediately, understanding her desire perfectly well.

“You are the lady of the house, darlin’,” Ruhn materialized next to them, apparently having heard the whole conversation. “You set the rules.”

“By the way,” Azriel jerked his head towards Ruhn, “his hearing is insane. He hears everything, like a damn jaguar or something,”

“Good to know,” Elain laughed. “No planning surprise parties at the house then,”

The look of horror on Ruhn’s face at the mention of ‘surprise parties’ caused both of them to burst out laughing.

“Please no,” he moaned.

“But Ruhn is right,” Azriel agreed. “You are the lady of the house. You set up whatever rules you want to.”

*

It was nice.

Their first dinner as a family. The chickens that Elain had roasted were worthy of a magazine cover–deep mahogany brown, with a crispy skin, and succulent flesh. There was grilled lettuce, lightly roasted tomatoes, Parmigiano Reggiano, bread from Marcello’s –their restaurant around the corner. Fen opened two bottles of Chianti and the wine went down perfectly well with the chicken. They dined outside, on the terrace, in their garden.

It was a little surreal, to sit here, in this secret, secluded house that no one knew about, completely surrounded by buildings, and hearing the noise of the city somewhere in the distance, while here, it was an oasis of peace and calm.

“Elain, this chicken,” Fenrys was almost speechless, for once. Almost. “Honestly, even if I didn’t know you, I’d ask you to marry me just for the chicken!”

“I mean, it’s not as good as Subway, but it will do,” Elain laughed into her glass, glancing at Ruhn, while the other two whipped their heads in his direction, glaring at him.

“You took her to fucking Subway ??!” Azriel groaned.

Fenrys scrubbed his face and shook his head, speechless at last.

Ruhn only shrugged and said, “Subway is a fine establishment. The most popular franchise in the world, I’ll have you know. They must be doing something right!”

Elain reached for him and stroked his hand, “It was delicious,” she assured him. Unexpectedly, just as Ruhn placed more chicken on her plate, and Fenrys refilled her glass, she asked,

“So, gentlemen–the famous Kings–what is your business? What is the source of your power?”

The three men exchanged glances and somehow, quieted down.

Elain crossed her arms on her chest and looked at them all, her gaze challenging and not just a little bit annoyed.

“So what? I am not to know? The little woman is to sit at home and play with flowers?” she demanded. Squaring her shoulders, she added,

“I am part of this family now. And I will do what is expected of me.”

“El,” Fenrys began, his voice soothing and peaceful, but she snapped at him,

“Don’t even start! I am not some wild animal that needs to be spoken to carefully, lest she unleashes,”

“Docks–shipping and receiving,” Azriel said calmly, watching her steadily, as he sipped his wine. He continued, while Elain stared at him, “Construction, here and in Chicago. Some in LA and Miami. London too–we work with the English fuckers pretty closely. That’s a crazy bunch. We thought we were nuts, but that was until we met some of them. But we build all over the world–Nigeria, Asia, the Middle East. There is a lot of money to be had. And then, there is the usual stuff like local businesses–casinos, bars, clubs–minor shit.

“Primary sources of business–racketeering, loan-sharking, gambling, money laundering, drugs of course…everything gets funneled into the legitimate businesses, which are run by Rhys.”

“Rhys doesn’t get his hands dirty,” Fenrys chuckled.

“Does he know?” Elain inquired.

“Oh, he knows,” Ruhn nodded, smiling. “He and Az work closely together, to figure out our next steps and what would be most profitable,”

“And your father?” she asked then.

All three frowned and Azriel explained,

“Our father is…challenging. He is basically running his own outfit, side-by-side with ours, because he doesn’t want to relinquish power. We have,” he ran his tongue over his teeth, an outright sight of temper from him, “problems.”

Ruhn rubbed his arms, and Elain tracked the movement, but then he tucked back into his food.

“As for you,” Azriel continued, his voice calm, his posture relaxed and reflective, “it’s really up to you, Elain. You know what we are. How much you want to know about what we do and how we do it, is up to you. I won’t make you part of it, unless you want to. Even if I know that you would be useful, and Rhys, who’s never passed the opportunity to use someone, has some ideas, you are my wife, first and foremost,”

Ruhn and Fenrys nodded in agreement.

Azriel added, “Which means you aren’t a political pawn in this world of ours. We’ve been political pawns already–that’s why you are Mrs. King now–but that’s all over and done with. You live your life how you want to. I won’t make you do something you aren’t comfortable with.”

“But what if I want to,” she interjected softly. “What if I want to be part of it,”

“Then you’ll see what each one of us does, and you’ll decide.”

Ruhn threw an alarmed glance at Azriel, but Az only shrugged,

“She knows it ain’t pretty. If she can handle it, then we know she can handle it. I mean, she already wacked Hybern, so how delicate do you think she is?”

Elain hid a small smile and blushed at the praise.

“As for women being part of the organization,” Azriel bubbled his lips, “trust me, after the three hits that Immacolata Vanserra put out on me, I have full confidence that women could be just as brutal and unhinged as any man.”

“That chick is nuts,” Fenrys groaned in agreement.

“Beron’s wife?” Elain was confused. “I thought she is just a lady who lunches and breeds…well, with the seven sons and all,”

“She lunches, breeds and tortures people, while ordering hits. Don’t be fooled by the pale delicate visage and the pretty red hair–that woman is vicious."

“The Nolan ma just sits in church all day–she ain’t involved,” Ruhn added, smirking. “Like that’s gonna help her with Graysen. Jesus won’t take the wheel, Fiona,” he concluded tartly.

“Can I think about it?” Elain proposed softly.

“You think about it as long as you want to, babygirl!” Fenrys allowed.

She smiled. Satisfaction written on her lovely face.

*

Azriel lay in bed.

It was late, and he was ready to doze off, but, predictably, he kept thinking about Elain and fighting the urge to go to her bedroom.

Memories of her naked body assailed him every time he closed his eyes.

It’s been a while since he’s had sex. Months. There’s been an occasional blowjob at one of his clubs, but that was as far as it went. He’s had no time, and though he could’ve technically had any woman go back with him to his apartment at the hotel, he didn’t. He wasn’t sure why. Seven months ago he was almost murdered, in an ordered hit, which he later found out was made by Immacolata Vanserra. He escaped, just barely and went into hiding in London for a bit, while here, Fenrys kidnapped one of the Vanserra sons in broad daylight. And then Ruhn went to work on him.

Eventually, the Vanserra kid was returned to his mother. Piece by piece. Six fingers, four toes, one ear…it only stopped when she received a Polaroid with her son’s balls beneath Ruhn’s trusted knife. The hit order on Azriel was pulled back and then the Vanserra kid was returned to his parents.

Did it bother him that Elain wanted, or at least contemplated the possibility of being part of their violent world? Not really. He held no illusions about Elain–she might have been coddled, and perhaps shielded in some ways from the realities of this life, but she was a Mafia princess through and through. He wanted to give her the freedom to decide for herself.

He dozed off, dreaming of that soft body splayed in front of him. Ruhn’s hand inside of her. Moving. Moving. Giving her pleasure. Ruhn’s cum all over her full pink breasts.

He was awakened because the door to his bedroom opened. His hand immediately went to the gun under his pillow, but the soft padding of bare feet told him that there was no danger. He relaxed, but did not move, pretending to be asleep.

Elain tiptoed to the bed, and then carefully slid under the comforter, keeping as far away from him as possible, sticking to the other side of the bed. She tried to breathe quietly, but he could hear her heartbeat, even from where he lay. He sensed her looking at him, and when she was assured that he was asleep, she seemed to relax. In a few minutes, she settled in under the covers, turning away from him and squashing the pillow under her head. He didn’t dare move, so he just watched her in the darkness of the room, as her shoulders slumped and her breathing evened out and she fell asleep next to him. In their bed.

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tigers in meteor garden

episode 11 thoughts

ok so I needed to get that out of my system, now I am ready to plunge. the episode opens as per usual, with the viewer being pulled towards the antagonist and they have done a good job at dragging us through hell to visit this place where talay and phuppa first met.

f4 has done it before, with lita for example, where they take us to the 'other side' to help us see things form another perspective. I for one did not wish to be taken to the anti f4 movement and have any empathy for anyone at this point, I think my emotional deadness never ceases to amaze me. maybe it's because I was so invested into the whole thyme x gorya dynamic I forgot thyme and f4 messed up a LOT of people. but thank goodness we were reminded that thyme was a twatnoodle, because it provided us with comparison on his growth.

anygays, talay's boo was bullied in episode 1 back when thyme was reigning the school with an iron fist. everyone figured at this point.

I was not expecting an almost twenty minute flashback to the past with vintage orange filter, but having had the time to think about it and now that my outrage has cooled I am semi-prepared to concede to the director's vision.

the similarities between the characters, such as talay and phuppa looking out for each other, willingly getting hurt to protect the other and their sweet perhaps queer coded relationship? idk? was a good parallel to thyme and gorya.

just from a simple observation you can tell t + p dynamic of bickering, compliments drowned in shyness and the overwhelming and tangible chemistry between the characters that they had something brewing.

I was mildly annoyed that I had to digest their story in order to get to the 'chair' part and the 'hospital' part, but actually I can see the value in the investment. talay, in his avenge against thyme becomes like thyme.

it is the age old, is everything fair in love and war question. I was thinking about this a lot, and to me, love and war have always been siblings, sisters perhaps. why? because the world depends on their existence. for different reasons. like we need love to stay alive, to grow etc and war is what the powerful use to repress development.

so talay catches thyme's weak spot in the war, gorya. and isn't it always the innocent who get hurt?

yet, she appeals to his humanity, to the side of him she has gotten to know, the caring side (gorya you are alone with this one, bestie I saw no humanity on him, nor did I see him as a good person. I guess the hot boi redemption arc is already occupied) and despite his efforts to brush her off, it is obvious he doesn't want her getting hurt and objects to her being roughed up by one off his disciples.

albeit a little late since they had all beaten her up at school? this is where I struggled to comprehend talay's logic, on one hand he despises thyme's violence; on the other he is using HIS methods.

like I said, do the means justify the end?

I could perhaps turn this around and write a long essay on the patriarchy, class system, social injustice, oppression of minorities...

and maybe we should, because while this is disguised as a love story, aren't most authors and artists trying to convey a moral lesson at the end of it?

thyme begs for forgiveness, going back to his last transgression, and is prepared to face the consequences. or so he thinks, although I cannot imagine my sweetheart thyme coping with correction facilities. tiger is the new black? I would watch it.

back to our couple.

kavin asks the million dollar question after they discuss the trap set up by talay.

you'll just go to gorya no matter what, right? yes because that girl officially owns his heart and soul.

and it's same for gorya, regardless of how hard she convinces herself, that she doesn't love him, at the end of the day she will go back to thyme and protect him. even if she had been the one to cast him out.

some people are wired like that, and gorya has been protecting everyone for so long, that this is her default. the hardest thing for her is to allow thyme to be the one to protect her. when he is laying on the ground and allows himself to be beaten up, she asks why isn't he fighting and he says the most important lesson he has learned.

silly girl, if I fight back, I'll lose.

thyme knows you can't end violence with violence.

eye for eye and now we are all blind.

but if silence is a form of violence too, then what measures are at thyme's disposal to fight back? or for that matter anyone who is trying to get justice? if I figure this out, I'll let you know.

it takes another prank to get gorya to confess to thyme, which is exactly what ren did to thyme few episodes back. I think for both of them, being vulnerable makes them uncomfortable. you can see it in the way that gorya starts a single handed pillow fight after telling them she loves him. but thyme has advanced here, and gorya is still learning. thyme is at his happiest, blissfully soaking up the words that the owner of his h&s loves him back.

I think the series portray unrequited love well. and there is a lot unrequited love in f4 / hana yori dango!

the scene back at his house.

I think my favourite moment was thyme stopping himself from covering gorya's mouth when she got too loud, because he has learnt the meaning of consent and he doesn't even dare to touch his queen, not even playfully. I think it's a mixture of shyness and restraint. it's cute and resonated with me a lot.

the awe mixed with happiness and contentment that was oozing out of both of them was extraordinary as they sat on the sofa. the romance was charged so much energy I could have screamed. pretty sure they could have kept half of this country on solar power from their exchanged smiles.

also, something very poignant in the way gorya's name appears onto necklace first. and when she smiles and promises to be there for him. it's utterly stunning turn around for them. the enemies to lovers trope truly being done justice here.

as for the moral and ethical problem of f4. I have said it before, they urgently needed a new CEO and revamp their methods. gorya has shook them up and changed them, but ultimately they did the leg work themselves.

my only concern is the slightly unrealistic backing down of talay, who would most likely still be reeling watching struggle so much doubt very much he would lay down his guns, merely because thyme begged and apologised.

having said that.

the power of forgiveness lies in acceptance. and it's not that when you forgive you accept the wrongdoing, but accepting the situation and choosing to move on, to be free from is why forgiveness is so powerful.

once you stop being the victim, you can rise above the injustice in other ways. or so I am told.

look this is turning super philosophical but this is what happens when you trigger my weakness! you should have given me thyme and gorya kisses and then I would not have to go all 'I hate capitalism, but also there isn't any other utopia available to which I woful subscribe'.

so there.

sorry this is a mess. I hope we get those kisses soon as I am inches away from suing f4 thailand and sending them my therapy bill.

this weeks highlights

analysis of thyme’s 🐯 pyjama x

analysis of Thyme's apology x

analysis of f4 characters x BDSM spectrum x

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Cw vent ish. Not really venting but perhaps angry rambling?? Plus some??? I'm not sure if anyone reads these but I'd be lying if I said I didn't care. A PSA‼️‼️ if reading these hurts you? Please don't. It won't help you feel better in the long run unless these help shed clarity on why you feel some things. I care about those who will see these❣️ and I don't wish for anyone to further wallow in their feelings instead of doing something about them. Wallowing isn't exactly something you shouldn't do, but there's a thin line between feeling out your emotions and despairing in them. Make sure to drink water, eat something with iron in it, get your vitamins, and breathe fresh air. Feel the earth and allow yourself to be happy. I really don't care what you did, that doesn't stop you from at least redemption. Don't make your first shot at life a boring or belittling one‼️🫶

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I want to scream at people from my past who tell the story wrong. I'll do that here, and I'll be truthful instead of downright condescending. To start, Finn! I never cheated on you. I was afraid of you. I realize that now. I wouldn't let you log into my discord because I was afraid of your reaction to me confiding in my best friend at the time about asking you if I could roleplay again. It wasn't right of me to be afraid, but it wasn't my fault either. You had unhealthy habits like doing shrooms when I told you not to, getting upset at me for being awake late into the night when I had unmedicated insomnia(I still do but I try to aid it now), being jealous of my underage best friend(I was 15 and Finn was 17, my friend was like 13 and also not into men I think), you held onto toxic friends and pushed me for sex to the point I made many excuses(partially my fault maybe. I never set the boundary, as you had mentioned before that you were afraid I was asexual and wouldn't want intimacy). Sometimes I miss us due to teenage fancy I guess. I liked how I would fall asleep so quickly in your arms or with you in mine, how we kissed, how I got gifts from you maybe. Maybe the unhealed part of me misses how possessive and obsessive you were at times? I think now I just liked being the priority. To have attention I never had before. To get gifts for no real reason, to be wanted so physically. I wish you had the story straight and that your mother didn't think of me so low that she assumed too id cheat. To console, the nasty breakup was my fault. I was immature and in denial. I begged you to stay only to spit insults for the day after. We were both wrong. And immature.

For others, in no way in order, I'm upset weirdly you never informed me of your second thumb?? I get why you wouldn't but it would've been something to know about. I'm hurt I was right in my breakup message and that it was only a week or two before I was proven so. I'm being vague on purpose, so I'm sorry for that. I didn't expect you to get with someone racist soon after our breakup- someone who insulted our mutual friend no less?? And that you didn't offer help during her time of need as a guy threatened her and her home was close to being lost. Of course it wasn't an obligation to be a pillar but to stand by your bf who growled at people and wore a tail(I don't really care about this part, it's self expression) over a wonderful girl who is an amazing artist and storyteller and also like a black belt or higher in multiple martial arts is fuckin WILD. I miss our group sometimes. Multiple of them. To name, Liam, you were probably a cannon event. You hurt me deeply and so did the group, pretending to be dead only to laugh like it was funny. But for the other I miss our enthusiasm and story's. The late nights to days, the plans made, the words shared. You were all my most treasured friends even if I'm disappointed in how some of you have grown. But it's natural.

To higher hopes though, I'm glad I've got who I do now. Even if I'm constantly terrified about being homeless this year I trust you will be there for me. I'm trying to stop feeling like a burden. It's.. very hard I admit. I panic at night many times. I despair over leaving my cats and precious items, over my future and if I'll ever be a doctor, and if you hate me or fear me, but I try to trust in your assertion. I try to trust that you will tell me if I ever get on your bad side. I try to tell myself it's your fault not mine if you never tell me but I'm not sure how to feel about that..😅.

School starts soon and as it draws closer it's harder to hold onto an identity but no one knows what I mean truly when I say that. Which stresses but it's not my job to be understood. also my pay card isn't working. Idk I'm just mad about that, but maybe I'll have enough money by the time I get it working to take my cat to the vet- his breath is very stinky and his tooth fell out months ago but I've been irresponsible and broke. Also I'm considering suggesting to my uhh. Mother? She birthed me but I don't like her. But I want to suggest combining the vacant room of my younger sibling as both my room (I've never had my own room so it would be exciting for the month or 3 id have it!!!) and a cat room.

My ambition knows no bounds much to my detriment. I wish to share and write poetry in vast amounts, to draw so many things, to create cloth creations, to write a million things again and again, to sing or something. I want to explore places and find bones to honor and use or feathers or plants nontoxic. I want to frolic with my darling(unrequited and honestly, I'm so fine with that. I don't desire a relationship right now since it's too emotionally exhausting but I'd like a cuddle buddy) and to live happily. That's really all, I'm tired of writing, I'm going to do other things now. Like write down DND stuff. And schedule that. Bye bye. Sleep well. Wake up nicely. Good morning good night.

(taken at work, I apologize if my image id sucks😭)

Image ID, late sundown with the sun covered heavily by clouds. Beams escape the clouds to shower the pale blue sky with faint yellow rays. It looks almost heavenly.

[fandom-imagines]

Escape Artists

Fandom: Halloween/Slashers

Pairing: Michael Myers X Reader

Warnings: Murder, mention of parental abuse, lightly-written smut (not too descriptive).

Words: 2.4k

He had seen her around the hospital numerous times. She was always sat surrounded by those weird beads that she made designs with, only to have to hand them to one of the nurses who always seemed glad to iron the pattern for her.

Despite having seen her and observed her, Michael had never actually interacted with the girl. Sure, she was interesting, seemingly too innocent to be sat in Smiths Groves, but he wouldn’t talk to her; he wouldn’t talk to anybody. This was how he lived. Day in, day out. Never talking to a soul and nobody willingly talking to him. That was how Michael liked it which is why he couldn’t help but be irritated by the person who was interrupting his mealtime.

“Hi,” in front of Michael stood the bead girl, nervously fiddling with her fingers. “I-I made this for you.” Before he knew it, Michaels hand now held a beaded blushing panda.

He was tempted to snap the poor thing in half, and he would have had he not felt a piece of paper stuck to the back with the crappy tape the sanitorium provides.

“Don’t look yet, look when you’re alone.” She said, leaving with a short nod.

He listened to her words, going to the bathroom, the one place he was allowed to be alone, to read whatever note was scribbled on the paper.

Do you want to escape with me, Michael?

Confusion overtook his mind, the creaking of the tiled walls being the only thing he could fully register.

Not only did she know his name, but she also wanted to escape with him?

Weirdo.

He simply shrugged it off.

*

“Morning, Y/N,” a kind nurse awoke the young girl from her peaceful slumber, something that was rare for her. “Here is your medicine.”

“Thank you, Nurse Green.”

Her small hands grasped the bottle of water they provided her each morning, spare hand now filled with the medication she took daily before gulping down all nine of them with one mouthful of water.

Yesterdays interaction with Michael still plagued her mind.

She knew what he had done to his sister, everybody did, but still he was the only person she somewhat trusted her. Not that she had ever actually spoke to him of course, even though she was exceptionally kind to all those on the ward. She simply hoped he had read the note.

*

Lunchtime came round quite quickly, Y/N refusing to part with her beads and Michael nowhere to be seen, something that wasn’t uncommon.

Her fingers picked out another green bead to add to her new creation, a soft smile gracing her lips as she fit the final bead into the pattern, creating an amazing leaf. She looked up with a smile on her face, ready to show the nurse only to be met with Michael face, head tilted to the side.

“Oh,” she spoke quietly, evidently shocked at the older boy’s presence. “Hi, Michael.” Her kindness didn’t falter however, the shocked look on her face quickly forming back into the smile she wore previously.

Michaels hand reached out to grab the box of beads, pulling it towards him along with a square pegboard. He quickly got to work making a pattern, something that was done in mere minutes, pushing it back towards Y/N before leaving, not sparing her a single glance as he went back to his room.

Confused, Y/N pulled the board towards her. On it was a perfectly designed tombstone, yet it was masked as a grey brick, something Michael knew the nurses wouldn’t pick up on, only someone that was looking or expecting it would. However, beneath the board was a small slip of paper, something that caused her Y/E/C orbs to widen, quickly yet carefully sliding the paper into the pocket of her knitted sweatshirt.

*

“He what?” Loomis’s voice was loud, booming throughout the office. “He interacted with another patient?”

The nurses were unable to tell whether he was scared or happy at this news.

Michael had never interacted with another patient before, never interacted with anyone at all so this was a big surprise to him.

“Leave this to me,”

*

Yes.

This one word was floating around Y/N’s mind for the entire night.

He wants to escape with her? Michael Myers wants to escape with her? It was something she could not refuse, so she got to writing.

*

Over the following months the two shared notes through the beads they would both make. Nobody had spotted this yet, the scheme too smart for the nurses and doctors alike at Smiths Grove. Loomis had been keeping a close eye on the pair, looking for something significant that he could use against Michael but there was nothing yet, nothing at all.

The girl was sat at her usual table, alone for once which was uncommon for her. She wouldn’t have been alone had she not told the usual people that she wished to be alone today.

She was waiting.

Waiting for Michael.

A small sense of glee filled her chest when she noticed him walk into the cafeteria, a small smile following suite. The smile only dropped when he ignored her presence, walking towards where he usually sat. He must have sensed her gaze, glancing up to catch her sight before glancing at the chair opposite him, a silent hint for her to come over which she gladly did.

“Hi,”

Michael didn’t give her a verbal response, something she was used to by now, he instead looked towards her hands that held her most recent pattern: a pink milk carton. She eagerly passed it to him, watching him closely for any sign of reaction as he observed it, the two unaware that somebody else was also watching him.

*

“I want you to cut all communication between Michael and Y/N,” Loomis seemed to have come up with a plan of his own. “We’ll see how he reacts to that.”

“Yes, Dr Loomis.”

*

Y/N sat at the desk in her room, spinning the board around the wood with her finger.

“Why am I stuck in here?” Her tone expressed how fed up she was of being confined her for the entire day. “I’m bored.”

“Why don’t you make something?”

“Why am I here?”

“A doctor wants to see you.”

“I’ve seen all the doctors. Which one?”

“Dr Loomis.”

Oh, so it worked, good to know.

*

A few hours later she was seated on her bed, legs crossed with her pigtails falling down to her knee.

“We’ve met before, Y/N. After you were first sent here.” Loomis did his best to be friendly, hiding the burning curiosity and urge to ask her everything he wanted in one go.

“Yes, Dr Loomis.” Her tone was friendly, also forced.

She was waiting. Waiting for-

An excruciating loud beep blared throughout the entire ward, signalling a door had been opened by one of the patients.

Loomis’s eyes widened, worried that it was Michael who had escaped. He didn’t even bother to say goodbye before rushing off, forgetting to lock the door on the way out, something the pair had planned.

*

Y/N had half expected their planned escape car to be gone by the time she had finished running to the door, Michael probably having using her to escape. Weirdly enough, he was sat there waiting for her, something that made her smile as she hopped into the car.

Their plan, something that had been in the works for an insane amount of time, had worked. Every part of it had gone how they had planned.

“Thank you,” Y/N’s voice was as soft as always, glancing at Michael whose eyes were focused on the road, seemingly dismissing her appreciation.

He wasn’t however. He was silently grateful for her. She had stuck by him, his quiet and rude self. She knew what he had done and had still accepted him, he could see it in her face. He assumed she was simply in for depression or something of the sort, uncaring as to why because all he cared about was leaving and finishing what he had started, but something about her drew him in and he began getting somewhat attached to the girl.

*

The pair drove for hours, having to stop by to get gas before pulling into an abandoned place far away from the main road so that nobody could find them.

“Do you want a drink?” Michael gave her a confused look as she sat on the car, hand stretched out to hand him a bottle. “It’s weird you know,” she continued speaking after he took the bottle from her hand and sat beside her, “I never thought I’d make it to adulthood.”

This further proved his point of her having depression.

“Not that I’m depressed or suicidal or anything. I just thought I’d die by now.” This simply confused Michael. If she wasn’t in there for depression, what was she in for?

The nights sky hung over the pair, stars being one of the only things lighting the place, supported by the car’s lights.

Y/N seemed to sense his confusion.

“Oh, you don’t know what I’m in for? Well, was in for.” Michael simply shook his head.

“I killed someone. My dad. He used to hurt me, physically, mentally, emotionally and a few other things. My mother just watched it all happen, so I tried to kill her as well but she got away and I was dragged there.”

Michael nodded as to show that he understood.

“It’s weird. When I was younger, I always thought I’d be a popular eighteen-year-old with a boyfriend, a lot of friends and all that stuff. I never thought I’d be here,” her gaze fell on Michael, “but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if I am a virgin.” Y/N made sure to finish her sentence off with a joke, hoping to ease the tension she felt whilst expressing her emotions whilst continuing to stare up at the sky, oblivious to the thoughts running through Michaels head, his face not showing any signs either.

Y/N jumped at the cold sensation of Michaels hand touching her bare thigh, goosebumps rising beneath her dress. “Michael?” She turned to face the unmasked man, only to be pushed to lean against the back of the car with attempted gentleness. “Michael?” She repeated, growing even more confused as he lifted himself over her, able to feel her heart pound.

She didn’t fear him, she had never feared him; he’d never given her a reason. Sure he could be rude towards her, but never fear-inducing, never to her.

“Michael?”

Her words were silenced as Michaels body crawled onto her own, his chest pressed against hers, both hearts racing, despite Michael’s calm composure and Y/N’s confused look. Her eyes widened as she felt Michaels lips against her neck, roughly sucking with such force that she knew it would leave a mark.

A soft moan left her lips when Michael’s hand wandered down to her chest, lightly toying with her nipples before grabbing her breast, massaging it as he did so. The moans that left her lips simply increased Michael’s urges, his desires; he wanted her, and it seemed like she wanted him too.

“Michael-“she murmured, fingers looping themselves in the strands of his hair as he nipped at her skin.

Her free hand ran down his front, searching for his clothed erection which she soon founds, enjoying the breathy moan that Michael made as she slid her hand into his pants. It was quiet, but not quiet enough. Michael’s own hand reached into her own panties, finger soaking up the wetness that had formed at his touch, something that almost made him smirk.

Another moan fell from Y/N’s lips as Michael’s fingers began to explore, the tightness she felt was almost too tight, yet Michael was surprisingly gentle considering who he was. This time Michael couldn’t resist his smirk, being thankful for the fact that his face was buried into the crook of her neck, marking her as his and his only.

Her grip on his hair tightened as he slipped another finger inside of her, giving her a moment to adjust before slowly moving. It wasn’t long before pleasure began to consume her, grip tightening on his hair further as she neared her end.

“M-Michael,” she moaned. “I want you,”

He seemed happy to comply, fingers leaving her heat to unclothe his member. He waited for a moment, searching Y/N’s eyes for any sort of hesitation before sliding in, giving her time to adjust.

“I’m ready, you can move.”

His movements were slow to begin with, giving it his best attempt at not hurting her, something that was incredibly hard for his rough self, but self-restraint can be a magical thing. It wasn’t until the word ‘more’ left her lips that he finally increased his movements.

The cold of the cars metal caused shivers to run down Y/N’s spine, made worse by Michael’s cold hands running across her, now bare, body as moans filled the air.

“I-I’m close,”

Her words only increased his movements more, desperate to reach both their ends. Michael’s hand moved down to her clit, harshly rubbing in hopes that in would held her meet her own release, which it did and she came with one final moan, her sudden tightness triggering Michael’s own orgasm as he came inside of her, their juices mixing together.

Cheeks flushed, both Y/N and Michael wordlessly laid against the car’s windscreen. Deciding to test the waters, Y/N leant herself against Michael’s shoulder, silently pleased when he showed no sign of rejection.

He was surprisingly warm, heating up her cold body in the cool night’s air; she never expected him to be so warm. She lightly wrapped her hand around his upper arm, snuggling herself into his shoulder before falling asleep.

Michael stared at the sleeping girl, confused and shocked at how she had so much trust in him, despite what he had done. It was oddly reassuring to him. Once certain she was asleep, he raised his hand to move a stray strand of hair from her face before falling asleep himself.

“Goodnight, Y/N,”