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shurelyasreverie · 4 years ago

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Uh uh! How about a injured/hurt reader x ahri? Like reader is a tanuki and usually shy and has a crush on her and Ahri knows that but she likes to play a bit with readers feelings but one day someone/something's is trying to attack Ahri and reader jumps into action to protect her (nearly death experience) And at that point she realized that she could lost the reader.....God what did I write there 😅. It can be a oneshot or Headcanon....what you think suits better! Reader can be female but it's also ok if it's gender neutral.

I really hope that's not too much.. or too specific!

Thanks for the request, anon! I'll let you decide the race of the reader (I don't exactly get the tanuki concept and I'm not sure how I feel about writing non-humanoid readers) but I hope you enjoy!

Ahri x Injured!Reader: True Feelings

You've always let Ahri string you along with her antics, but is there a chance Ahri loves you as much as you love her?

Word Count: 2166

T/W: Mild violence, death

In the fresh morning, you walked through the forest. Greeting the many animals and spirits that you passed, they would acknowledge you pleasantly in return. Finding a deer, you smiled as you patted their head. Settling in a clearing in the forest, the animals and spirits came to surround you. Such a pleasant start to the day, how could it get any better than this?

“Pet.”

Your hand stopped moving as the animals turned to look behind you, some of them immediately fleeing from the scene. Heart racing, you turned to look behind you. There, standing in all her glory despite being in the shadows.

“Ahri...”

“I need your help again,” Ahri stated and you swallowed.

“Of course,” you nodded. She smirked, already turning her back to you and you followed her. After taking a step, the deer took your sleeve by its teeth, sending you a warning look and a message of caution before you continued your way. As you walked out of the clearing, the animals and spirits cleared as well.

Catching up to Ahri, she pouted.

“What took you so long to come to my side, pet?”

“The entities of the forest are anxious,” you frowned. “You've made quite a name for yourself among the mortals, Ahri, and not a good name, either. Hunters are looking for you.”

“Let them,” she sighed in exasperation.

“Can't you stop what you're doing? Surely there's an alternative.”

Ahri sent you a stern look and you immediately averted your gaze. “You know I simply can't do that. We are similar but you should remember I'm not like you.”

Both of you were connected to the forests but what truly made you two stick together was your common ground in your lack of memories. You have no idea where you're from or where you originated. Any family you had must've abandoned you. However you found understanding in the forest. How the forest spirits danced along with you, at the natural cycle of life as the woodland creatures lovingly fostered their young. You understood your place and made this your home. The many creatures accepted you, you were now one with the forest.

But Ahri didn't. For whatever reason, she didn't see the life and love that surrounded her. Had she not felt any love when the icefoxes took her in? No, all she saw here was power. Magic that she learnt to manipulate to ease her prey into a fake sense of security before devouring their essence. It was only through their essence she could gain the moving emotions that you gained through the forest.

You hid in the shadows, looking away as you overheard Ahri sweet talk an isolated man by the edge of a local village. Complimenting his figure, using a seductive, sickly sweet tone in her voice as she worked her magic, you quelled your feelings of jealousy. Ahri never spoke to you like that, unless she was purely joking, laughing in your face every time you were charmed.

You then heard her attack and you grimaced, closing your eyes. Turning your back to her as she absorbed the man's essence and memories, you kept guard to make sure there were no onlookers. That was your role, you had been doing this arrangement with her for so long. But why? Why would you ever agree to letting her take the lives of so many innocent mortals?

“Pet, it was the most remarkable thing,” Ahri gushed as she appeared by your side. Taking your sleeve in eagerness, her fingers wrapped around yours, leaning into you excitedly. As you walked back into the depths of the forest, Ahri had a hop in her step. “He was so happy despite such a humble life. How I felt his mood elate whenever he saw his wife or kids. As much as I loathe taking such lives... it's so addictive...”

Ah... that was why. As you watched her smile softly, in a daze as she went back to memories that weren't even her own. Seeing such happiness on her face was why you always followed her.

You love her.

It felt special, being the only one that could follow her around. At first, you were almost certain that she was going to strike at you when you turned your back, absorbing your life source and memories but she never did. Instead, she found your use elsewhere, as a bodyguard who she managed to wrap around her little finger. You knew it, but you couldn't help it. Even if you didn't approve of what she did, if it's to see that smile... you'd do it all.

“You're quiet, pet,” Ahri observed with a smirk. “Come, amuse me. What's on your mind?”

“You should embrace the forest, Ahri. Maybe then you wouldn't have to feed on innocent souls.”

“Why must you always bring this up?” Ahri's ears twitched and her smirk immediately disappeared. “You know my answer, I tried and I failed. The spirits don't accept me like they accept you.”

“I just want you to be happy-”

“And? The memories of mortals make me feel the most ecstasy than just living each day here. If it's my happiness you're truly caring for, then you should approve of this.”

“That happiness is temporary. There is a happiness that is more, one that you can make yourself-”

“Know your place, pet,” Ahri seethed, her eyes narrowing. You held your head down in submission, your heart cracking as your face burned. You willed yourself not to cry as Ahri walked on ahead.

You heard Ahri deeply inhale and then exhale, her composure recovering. “Now, pet. Where shall we spend the rest of the day?”

Your mouth instinctively opened but you froze. Looking around, you noticed how desolate the forest had become. Where were the spirits? Where were the animals? Even the little animals that would scurry around the forest floor had disappeared. And then you saw it among the bushes. The malicious glint of metal.

A hunter was here.

An arrow was aimed straight for Ahri's heart. You yelled and she whirled around as the hunter emerged from the foliage, standing at full height as he released the arrow. You lunged, tackling her to the ground as the arrow flew towards her. As you hit the ground, Ahri got back to her feet, releasing her magic on the hunter. He fell to the ground. Ahri heard him choke out his final words. “Cursed fox...”

You let out a breath of relief but immediately grimaced as you felt a sharp pain in your chest. The shock was wearing off as you looked down, an arrow embedded between your ribs. Your torso felt warm as your clothes stained red, before eventually feeling numb.

You blinked to try and maintain focus as Ahri fell to her knees by your side. Your eyebrows furrowed, you had never seen her look so anxious before. Eyes wide, she searched your body, locking on your wound as she started to shake her head furiously.

“No, no, no, no,” she said to herself repeatedly. Too afraid to take the arrow out of you, she changed her position to at least give you comfort. She laid your head on her lap as she caressed your cheek. “Why?”

“Why, what?” you croaked.

“Surely there's a healing mage nearby,” she muttered, already trying to lift up your torso but you stopped her.

“We won't make it in time,” you admitted.

“Doesn't mean we can't try,” Ahri argued, only stopping when you coughed up blood. Her eyes looked like they'll almost pop out of their sockets. Tears welling in her eyes as her face contorted in melancholy. She used her fingers to gently wipe away some blood from your mouth. “Why would you do that?”

“Isn't it obvious?” You mustered a soft smile. “You already know that I love you.”

Your hand slowly reached up to try and touch her face. But you lacked the strength to make it, Ahri caught your hand and pressed her cheek to it. Her tears started to flow, they felt warm on your fingers. “How? I... I treated you so terribly... I've... I've used you...”

“I know a good soul when I see one,” you whispered, your voice was now unreliable as you choked through every word. “I'll be watching you up there.”

“Don't say that,” Ahri snapped, now sobbing into your hand. “Please, stay with me, (Y/N).”

You blinked for a second, almost failing to register what she said before your facial muscles relaxed into an easy smile. “You used my name...”

Ahri nodded hurriedly at your small burst of strength, your smile widening.

“I'm so... happy...”

Your final words were said with a sigh before your eyes closed, face falling. Ahri's tears stopped temporarily as she watched you for a few seconds. Softly calling out your name, you didn't stir. Then her tears came tenfold.

She let her tears fall on your face, pulling the arrow out of you and hurling it to the ground in disgust. The arrow that had taken your life... she'd rather it took her instead. Watching you for a few seconds, she tentatively brought her arms around your torso, pulling you into an embrace. She pulled your head into the crook of her neck as she cried into your hair. She didn't even do this when you were breathing... she had no right to hold you now. But now, she wanted to do all she didn't before. Why was she constantly pushing and pulling, keeping you on edge? Why did she never tell you...?

Looking up, Ahri's bloodshot eyes noticed a deer peeping out from the leaves. Ahri swallowed. She had never gotten along with the many forest spirits, she even felt a disconnect with the icefoxes that raised her. But they loved you... she knew that... would that be enough?

“Help me,” Ahri whispered and the deer tilted it's head. “If not me, then help (Y/N). Please. They're not-”

She couldn't finish her sentence. The deer slowly walked into the clearing, approaching Ahri. Leaning down to you, the deer sniffed and nudged your body with it's head. Ahri's grip on you tightened, refusing to let you go. Behind the deer, the animals and spirits started to emerge out into the clearing. Standing in a small crowd away from her, they were motionless, seemingly paying homage to you as some dipped their heads in respect.

“What are you standing round for?” Ahri screamed as her blood started to boil. Her grip on you only tightening in anguish. “Help (Y/N)! You care for them don't you?! They don't deserve this... you know that...”

The green orb of a forest spirit drifted to Ahri and her face hardened. Trying to swallow her pride and nerves, she gently lay you down in front of the orb. “Please... I'll give anything. Just let them breathe again.”

The emerald orb started to swell in size, glowing brighter and brighter until it was too blinding for Ahri to watch directly. Looking away, a flash of green light made her wince. Opening her eyes again, she immediately looked down to you.

You were breathing.

It was slow but shallow. Ahri lifted your bloodied shirt to see a fresh scar where your wound had been. Ahri regarded the forest spirit, now her tears being of joy.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. I'm sorry for doubting or ever misunderstanding you, I-”

You stirred. Groaning under the light as you tried to open your eyes. Your gaze settled on Ahri who cast a shadow over you, heart immediately hurting as you noticed her dishevelled appearance. Wiping the tears off of her face with your thumb, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“I... what happened? I thought I...” you looked down to see your bloodied clothes, but you felt no wound.

“The spirits of the forest love you,” Ahri whispered. “I daresay, almost as much as I do.”

You almost drew your hand back in shock but Ahri only smiled bitterly. “It's quite surprising, isn't it? Don't worry... I understand now.”

“Understand what?”

“The memories of so many mortals... how they feel so much fondness whenever they gaze at their partners. I understand it now.”

Careful with your torso, she slowly helped you up to your feet. She giggled at your furrowed eyebrows, jokingly pushing them up with her fingers. You shook your head. Did your temporary death really mean that much to her? Your heart soared.

“I can see you still doubt me,” Ahri held that teasing lilt in her voice again. Turning her back to you, she looked at you over her shoulder, offering you a hand. “How about I show you my true feeling instead?”

Taking her hand, you let her lead you deeper into the forest.

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pasteljeon · 5 years ago

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white chocolate (m) | heartbeat 2

series index.

summary | how is it they know you so well already?

warnings | sub!jungkook, handjobs, soft gguk, some angst

length | 4.9k

notes | hello! super overdue, i know :( but please enjoy, and let me know what you think of this chapter <3 if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please dm me or leave a comment :”)

“You look like you haven’t slept properly in days.”

“No, I just have a natural resting bitch face,” you deadpan. Ahri raises an eyebrow unflinchingly. You wave her off immediately. “Seriously, I’m fine.”

She remains unconvinced, but there’s not much she can do from cities away except send you virtual care packages (read: texts). She’s fully suited up for the day, and you watch absently from her bustle around from where your laptop is propped up on the counter as you drown your poorly shaped pancakes in maple syrup.

“Alright, well. Keep me updated on the roomies situation, and remember to drink plenty of water,” Ahri orders as she finishes applying her lipstick. She checks the screen to ensure there’s no smearing and then she’s buttoning her jacket.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll let you know if one of them suddenly decides to expose their daddy kink,” you say dryly as you stab your sad excuse for brunch. Ahri perks up. “Rea—”

“No.”

“Okay, but real talk for a second – I heard Jungkook—”

“Go to work,” you chirp, flashing her a smile before you promptly jab the call button.

“Holy shit,” you mutter, closing your laptop.

A jangling of keys interrupts your thought, head snapping up at the sound.

“Jungkook?”

He freezes, halfway to his room already. His gym bag hangs off his shoulder. Oh … Oh.

“H-hi, n-noona,” he mumbles. He refuses to meet your gaze, back muscles tensing through his sweat-soaked shirt. “W-what’s up?”

Oh … he looks …

You imagine the resemblance to the bedroom would be uncanny. You press your thighs together, trying to shake off the feeling. No, you remind yourself. As tempting as it is, anything other than friendship could greatly jeopardize the harmony of this place.

“Do you want something to eat?” You offer instead. You’re relieved when your voice remains steady.

“A-ah, that’s okay noona, I-I’ll grab something later,” Jungkook says hastily as he begins to climb the stairs.

“And risk heart disease with the amount of cholesterol you’d intake with all that greasy food after you’ve just worked out? Hell no,” you retort sternly.

He pauses at the top of the spiral staircase, and you tilt your chin up to catch him rubbing the back of his neck guiltily.

“O-okay,” he says hesitantly. “T-thank you, noona. I-I’ll be down in a few mins, I just need to take a shower.”

He bounds into his room in one leap and snaps the door shut quietly before you can respond.

You close your mouth, blinking. “Uh. Alright, then.”

It hurts.

Jungkook groans, squeezing himself hard as he doubles over, bag tossed to the corner and shirt all but ripped off.

His knees sink into the mattress, other hand gripping his covers tightly as he strokes himself.

His cock has been half-hard since he woke, the lingering ache of a pleasurable dream spiking his arousal.

Every touch is uncharacteristically heightened, even more so than usual, given how sensitive he is.

Shakily reaching for the bottle of lube on the counter, he pours a generous amount on his palm. His hand, rough and covered in calluses, is cool where he thumbs the slit of his cock. Jungkook sucks in a breath.

The chances of meeting you at this exact time was slim – so slim he hadn’t anticipated you standing there, looking so effortlessly beautiful despite how tired you were. Despite his urge to cup your cheeks and kiss those dark circles under your gorgeous eyes, his dick twitched at the sight.

He couldn’t turn around – the sizable tent in his sweats would have been a dead giveaway.

“N-noona,” he whimpers.

A thin sheen of sweat coats his skin, his other hand skimming the crevices of his stomach, pushing the fabric down further until he was kneeling on the bed, spine arched as he increases the speed.

His wrist aches, but he’s so close he can taste it —

Fuck.

Jungkook’s going to cry.

Embarrassment and horror flushes through him. His expression is panicked, doe eyes blown out and wide. His fully erect cock, reddened tip dripping precum, is gripped tightly in his hand.

And you are staring right at him.

“N-n-noona,” he squeaks. He’s appalled at the way the syllables are forced out, his tone edging hysteria.

You close your eyes. And open them.

Yep, that’s Jeon Jungkook alright. On his knees, thick, muscled thighs spread wide and his long, thick cock weeping beautifully in his grasp.

“Well,” you say, after a pregnant pause, leaning against the doorframe. “Go on, since you’ve been begging so sweetly.”

“I—I …,” he’s floundering, shocked, but his erection doesn’t falter. If anything, you think he’s growing even harder at the prospect. It’s interesting how, despite the way his arm jerked upon realization of your presence, as if to move to cover himself, he remains completely bare to you.

He swallows, mouth suddenly dry as you watch him, mouth curled into a lilting smile.

You push yourself off, stepping in and shutting the door firmly behind you.

The firm click of the lock has him tensing in anticipation as you stalk toward him.

You don’t touch him, just slide onto the bed, your legs bracketing his, the heat of your body making his breath catch in his throat.

“Lie down, baby.” He obeys immediately, dark locks spilling across the comforter. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his chiselled body beckoning you closer, but you simply hover over him, arms caging him in.

Your hair falls over him like a silk curtain, tickling his cheeks as your lips brush the shell of his ear. “Is this okay?”

Jungkook looks like he’s about to faint, cheeks colouring and eyelids fluttering shut. He nods furiously, unable to speak.

“I need to hear it, baby boy.” Your breath is warm, skin prickling pleasantly at the feeling.

“A-ah, y-yes,” he mewls.

“Touch yourself.”

You withdraw slowly, rising until you’re resting on your knees above him. Jungkook looks absolutely wrecked already, and you marvel that he truly is an extraordinary specimen, so deliciously muscular and broad yet so willing to submit. The need to feel small.

He moans, the shame escaping him as he starts stroking himself again, cock so generously coated with precum and lube that the slide is seamless. His pace quickens as he gains momentum, the other hand slipping below to fondle his balls.

“Such a dirty boy,” you croon. “Jerking yourself off in front of your noona. You enjoy it, don’t you? Having me watch you come undone, begging so prettily.”

“… me.”

“What’s that?” You drawl. Jungkook pants, practically vibrating as he pleads, “Touch me. Please. P-please, noona. I’m so close.”

His eyes are glossy, eyelashes wet and lips cherry bitten. His spine bows, head tossing from side to side in agony.

Your nails dig into his chest, scraping his nipples. You pinch them lightly as you lean over him once more to murmur, “come.”

Jungkook stills. He lets out a weak cry, voice hoarse and fraught as he explodes. He writhes beneath you, eyes rolling back and back arching as he milks himself. He collapses when he’s done, body melting into the mattress, boneless.

Cum paints his abdomen, stains your shirt and you hum, scoping it up and popping a finger into your mouth thoughtfully.

Jungkook peeks up at you in exhaustion, groaning at the erotic sight. “Noona, please. I don’t think my dick can take any more,” he whimpers.

You smile fondly, brushing his damp locks back as you press a soft kiss to his temple. “Thank you, Kookie.”

“N-noona,” his hand shoots up to grasp your wrist loosely as you move to get up. “I … I don’t … usually do this. I’m a … I’m clean,” he flushes darkly, neck colouring as he glances away shyly.

“… I don’t want to get your hopes up, Kook,” you say ruefully. Your smile is crooked, wistful. You squeeze his hand firmly. “I like you, I do. I think you’re sweet and compassionate and that’s why I’ll never be good for someone like you.” Too innocent, too easily corrupted.

“That’s not true,” he protests immediately. He meets your gaze earnestly. “You’re honest and kind and thoughtful. I know it.”

“I don’t want to break your heart,” you reply softly. “You deserve so much.” More.

“Then I’ll chase you,” Jungkook says, determined. His brows are knitted, lips pursed.

You chuckle, expression unwittingly warm as you lean in to kiss the corner of his eye. “Baby, I’m no good for you.”

“You’re wrong, noona,” he shakes his head furiously. He’s glowing. He’s resolved. “And I’m gonna prove it to you. Just wait. You’ll fall for me.”

I know. “Wash up,” you say instead, patting his cheek as you rise. “I made lunch.”

You wait until you hear him twist the knob and step in the shower before you leave, the steam curling around your wrist as you shut the door quietly.

“___-noona.”

“Taehyung,” you flinch at the familiar baritone of the photography major, turning around slowly. You bare him a smile. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

He looks windswept, raking a hand over the curls falling over his eyes. A camera hangs over his neck, his English hat askew over his head. He looks like he stepped off a freaking runway. His fashion sense is impeccable, as per usual, you muse, maybe a tad fonder than you would’ve liked.

“Hi. Uh, yeah. The stove was on and I rushed upstairs because I was worried,” Taehyung chuckles, glancing at where your hand rests on the doorknob. Something flickers in his gaze, but it’s gone before you can ascertain what it is.

“Ah, yeah. Jungkook came back and I wanted to ask him something, so,” you shrug.

You wait with bated breath for the inevitable question that you know teeters on the tip of his tongue, though you should’ve realized Taehyung isn’t one to barge into unrelated business. He doesn’t ask despite the obvious curiosity that lingers in the way he peers at you.

“About last week … Did I … did I say something weird when I was sick? I can’t remember anything, but Jin-hyung mentioned you asked something about it,” he says instead. His grip on the strap tightens and you tilt your head.

“… Not really,” you say eventually. “You were pretty out of it. Don’t worry, you didn’t embarrass yourself too much. Nothing tweet worthy, anyway.”

“Oh.” Taehyung exhales, the relief flooding through his veins so palpable you frown. “Are you okay? Do you have some dark secret you’re scared of accidentally spilling or something?” You joke.

He laughs, flashing you a wry smile as he takes off his camera. “Would it surprise you if I did?”

You shake your head. Don’t want to know. “Hungry?” Stepping past him, you make your way down the spiral staircase briskly.

Taehyung’s left standing at the top, watching you with an unreadable expression. “Always,” he calls.

He wants to chuck his camera over the railing.

“What did you do?”

Jungkook starts, shirt halfway over his head. He tugs it down, calmly taking a seat on his bed as he pulls on a pair of socks. His heart is thrumming at his throat. He swallows.

“Nothing, hyung. What happened?” Before he can fully twist around, Taehyung’s standing in front of him, hazel irises blazing.

“How could you do this, Jungkook? I trusted you. You promised!” His voice breaks and Jungkook think he’s drowning. It hurts, knowing his hyung is hurting.

“I-I’m sorry,” Jungkook whispers. His gaze drops, guilt causing his shoulders to hunch in. “It’s just – we’ve waited so long to see her again, to meet her again … I was – I was weak. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, hyung,” he buries his face in his hands, shaking. He’s an idiot. He couldn’t have waited? God, he’s despicable.

“We made a pact, Ggukie. Please, it’s not fair to the rest of us if you do things like this,” Taehyung pleads, kneeling and prying his hands away. Jungkook hiccups, cheeks wet as he nods. “I-I know. I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself, she caught me and I couldn’t resist her, she’s just so beautiful and – and I love her, hyung!” He groans.

“I know, I know,” the older fusses over him, wiping his tears and wrapping him in a tight hug. Jungkook sniffles, settling as he whispers, “I really am sorry. I’ll stay away, I promise.”

“Thank you,” Taehyung says, pulling away. “Just for now, okay? We’ll tell her soon, when the others are ready. When she’s ready. I promise.”

Jungkook nods, fingers knotting the hem of his shirt. “Yeah. Okay.”

Jungkook hardly speaks another word the entire meal, save to express his gratitude. He avoids your probing gaze and eats silently. He scarfs down his food, finishing quickly, washing his dishes despite your insistence he doesn’t need to, and disappears back into his room within half an hour.

You prop your chin up with a hand, eyebrow raised as you sip at your cup. “So. Mind telling me what you said to him?”

Taehyung shifts uncomfortably, chopsticks poking at the sad piece of kimchi curled up in the corner of his bowl. “Ah … he’s just embarrassed you caught him earlier,” he mumbles into his soup.

“He told you?” You nearly spit out your water in shock. As it is, the photography major chuckles ruefully, reaching over with a surprisingly gentle hand as he wipes the water from the corner of your lip with his thumb.

There’s something tender in his smile, and something wistful in his expression. Something soft in the way he tilts his head and gazes at you. Maybe it’s the way the sunlight strikes his face at the exact angle because his dark eyes glow, like molten chocolate. The type you’d dip a strawberry into and savour for countless moments after, for the perfect combination of tart and sweet. Taehyung has always been extraordinarily handsome, but you’ve never taken much notice to it until now.

Those tousled curls, the strong jaw line, the boxy grin. But you’re not a fool. Like Jimin, you know he has his own … filters.

It is unwise to fall for someone like him. You’re not compatible. You know this because you’ve tried … once.

“We tried, Tae. It didn’t work, remember?” You whisper, taking his hand. He automatically shakes his head, flipping his palm up to weave his fingers through yours. He’s always been so much bigger than you. You used to feel safe with him.

You hate how he still makes you feel that way despite all this time. Despite everything. His grip is firm, his touch warm. Familiar.

“Please don’t,” you say, but your protest sounds weak, even to your own ears. “I can’t go through this all over again.”

“I know. It was my fault. It wasn’t fair to you, the way I kept all my feelings locked up. I’m sorry. Though I wish we would’ve talked about it after,” he says. He sounds honest now, and you hate it. It makes your chest ache a little at the mention. You’re over it—you are. But sometimes the memories can be a haunting reminder. It’s hard to simply toss away years of what were once precious moments shared with someone you thought was your ‘forever.’

“There wasn’t much to talk about,” you respond dryly. Your arm is limp in his hold. “We just weren’t good for each other. We didn’t work.”

His thumb strokes the back of your hand slowly. “You’re wrong. You were the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You still are. We just didn’t try hard enough. I should’ve never let you go.”

His voice suddenly sounds so honeyed. Airy, despite the low timbre that doesn’t quite match his sharp features. Like he’s sharing an old wound, one that’s scabbed over a million times, but he can’t help picking at until it bled and bled and the scar that forms is thrice as large as it should’ve been.

“Well,” you say after a beat, gently twisting out of his grip. You dump your untouched meal into your bowl, collecting the plates before standing. You flash him a half-hearted smile. “Then it’s too bad you did, isn’t it?”

He’s left with his fingers curled around empty air, heart heavy and stomach roiling. He thinks he can hear the blood dripping from his ribcage, hear the sound of something within him cracking. Love is a lie, lie / don’t tell me bye, bye.

He thinks he’s never going to be able to tell you the truth. And that hurts more than anything else.

It’s a Saturday for crying out loud. The week you’ve just had was borderline atrocious and all you want to do is curl up in bed and watch Netflix, equipped with a steaming mug of tea, wrapped in your fluffy blankets and cuddling your giant bunny plush. You’re not asking for much, really.

“Hello, Namjoon.”

Instead, here you are.

He looks up, startled, as you slide into the seat across him. And then he smiles. “___. I didn’t think you’d come, truthfully.”

At a small, quant café across the science building. It’s rather empty today, the occasional cluster of students wandering in to order bundles of drinks. You’ve been here a thousand times and still you can never find the words to express just how much life this tiny space has sucked out of you. After last semester, you swore you’d never be back.

And yet, here you are. The joy.

“Don’t,” you warn, shaking out your hair as you take off your hat. “Don’t start. I’m just here to hear you out.”

“There’s something you should know,” he starts, faltering briefly at your stern expression. He rakes a hand through his hair, pushing up his glasses impatiently, and it occurs to you this is the first time you’ve ever seen him so stressed and wrung out. “About us …”

“Namjoon, please. You asked me to keep it a secret, and I did,” you answer flatly. Did you seriously drag yourself out of bed for this? You really don’t need another rehash of one of your life’s greatest mistakes. He’s fiddles with his drink, untouched and likely lukewarm at this point.

At your pointed look, he moves to rummage through his messenger bag, and pulls out a plain manila envelope.

Namjoon hesitates, mouth downturned as he says quietly, “The results came through. You’re innocent. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you.”

You raise an eyebrow, snorting in disbelief when he doesn’t react. “You’re serious. Wow. Colour me shocked. Well,” you deadpan, rising to your feet, “This was fun, but the only person that didn’t know was you. Now please don’t ask to see me like this again. I said we were done, and I meant it. Goodbye, Namjoon.”

The bell rings timidly as you disappear through the door, Namjoon watching as you walk away, each step a harsh reminder of how badly he’s fucked up.

And the worst part is that he doesn’t think he can fix it. There’s no making right something like this.

He downs his coffee and stands. He’s always been a failure anyway. What difference does this really make? Sliding the folder back into his bag, he slings it over his shoulder and nods at the owner on his way out.

Bad, bad bye / don’t say goodbye.

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Hell. No,” you emphasize, crossing your arms, determined to stand your ground. She pouts, clasping her hands together.

“Yes!” Ahri cries, pulling at your sweater. She adamantly ignores your glare as she riffles your closet. “It’s my only free night back. Please, please, let’s go out! Have a night of fun! I’m so tired of filing tax returns and staring at Excel sheets. I need a break and by the looks of it, so do you.” She turns to give you an appraising look and you groan, flopping onto your bed.

The ceiling is unimaginably unhelpful, so you sit up with a sigh.

“Fine,” you say, but before she can open her mouth, beaming, you hold up a hand. “No boy talk. We are not discussing them or anyone else tonight. Just fun. We can talk about anything else. Deal?”

Your best friend visibly deflates at the thought but acquiesces reluctantly before returning to her hunting.

Finally, she whirls around with a flourish, grinning widely. You eye her warily, not quite liking the evil glint in her orbs. You groan when she brandishes a two-piece you don’t think you’ve broken out in months, probably.

She cheers, hugging you tightly. “It’s going to be great, promise.”

You take the proffered outfit, lips pursed doubtfully. “It better be,” you grouch. “After the week I just had, I’m about ready to throw myself into a floor of lava.”

Ahri pats your back, grinning. “You just need a good dicking down. Trust me.”

The club is inordinately crowded.

The bass booms in the background, reverberating through your body and echoing with every expansion of your chest. Voices are muted in the sea of sound, Ahri eagerly tugging you along as she effortlessly weaves through the throng.

“Hey guys,” you offer them a bland, knowing smile as your friends chorus your name back at you. They seem genuinely excited to be here tonight, to let loose for a few odd hours, and so despite your initial misgivings, you sit and order a drink.

You like social interaction, yes, but after the week you’ve just had, you’d much rather be curled up in bed. But then you glance to the seat next to you to see Ahri laughing and talking animatedly.

“So, ____,” you turn to see a familiar face. “You came.”

“Yuto-sunbae,” you say, pleasantly surprised. He looks great, cheeks lightly flushed, alcohol already circulating his system.

“Dance with me?” He extends a hand.

“Before my martini arrives? How scandalous,” you joke, accepting his offer as he pulls you to his feet.

“You look like you could use some fun,” Yuto teases, coaxing you to the dance floor. You give him an exasperated look, to which he pointedly ignores, sliding your arms over his neck.

“Dance with me,” he says again, eyes imploring. With an exaggerated sigh, you take his hands and put them on your waist.

“Lead the way,” you answer, smiling crookedly.

Jungkook grimaces, uncomfortably pressed against strangers as he fights his way through the crowd, letting out a relieved sigh as he spots them.

“Kook,” Jimin beams, standing to let him in. Jungkook gives him a grateful smile as he shuffles into the cushions next to the group.

“C’mon, maknae,” Taehyung says, patting his thigh as Yoongi slides him a mug of familiar liquid. The composer is already nursing a half-empty glass of his own, not appearing even remotely buzzed.

“Do we have to be here right now?” Jungkook asks, sipping at the concoction. His nose wrinkles, the burn particularly strong tonight.

“Yes, because you’ve been moping all day and you need to get out. Some sunlight, fresh air, you know,” Jimin waves his hand. Jungkook watches as he pours another shot of vodka.

“You, or me?” The youngest remarks dryly as he pushes away the drink.

“Guys,” Hoseok cuts in before Jimin can protest. “Is that … ___?”

Fifteen minutes of staring and stalking your elegant figure twirling through the swarm of people, and they’re drunk.

Yoongi huffs, watching as the other boys make fools of themselves, falling on top of each other as they slur song lyrics like they’re waxing poetry.

With the sole exception of a certain graphic design student. Yoongi keeps one eye on the mess of bodies on the table and the other on the bathroom door Jungkook disappeared into some minutes ago.

“I’m dancing too,” Seokjin announce suddenly, sounding shockingly coherent as he stands. He only sways lightly, slapping away any help, and Yoongi reluctantly sits back, nodding.

“Keep your ringer on,” is all he says. Where the eldest is going, he’ll be able to hear it loud and quick, Yoongi thinks wryly. Seokjin dismisses his concerns and quickly melds into the crowd. Logically, the music major knows the Masters student can handle himself, given his age and experience, but he can’t help but still worry.

Taking another rich swing of his drink, he returns to babysitting and bunny watching.

“Hi gorgeous,” a deep, raspy voice ghosts across the shell of your ear.

You’d lost sight of Yuto a while ago, the boy having been whisked off by a brunette earlier. You were content swaying alone, sweaty bodies pressed against you. By now, you’re agreeably tipsy.

“May I?” You can feel the heat of him, warm and strangely comforting. At your nod, his hands tentatively resting on your hips. They’re a welcome weight.

“And they say chivalry is dead,” you murmur. It’s not loss on the newcomer, head tilted down and lingering at the juncture of your neck. You know he’s tall, much taller than you, with the way you gingerly lean into him, upper back meeting the cold metal of his belt.

“I’m nothing if not a gentleman,” he answers. His voice is so smooth, like a glass of aged wine.

You move to turn, but he stops you gently. “You might not like what you see.” For the first time, his tone breaks a little, uncertainty and a tinge of fear edging it.

“I don’t care,” you say, gripping his hand and pivoting on your heels.

His eyes are downcast, bangs covering his expression. You know him, those broad shoulders and thick lips. That beautiful, half-smile he sports.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“I don’t care,” you repeat, cupping his cheeks. A blush rises, complexion reddening lightly. Uncharacteristic of him, thought you suspect it is actually more him than anything else he pretends to be.

His mouth is hot and unbelievably soft, arms drawing you close as he runs his tongue over the seam of your lips.

“Come with me?” He asks quietly, smiling shyly as he tucks a strand behind your ear. You press your forehead against his. “Yeah.”

You laugh into his kiss as he elbows the door open, unable to pull your hands away from each other as they roam the firm expanse of his chest, the first few buttons of his dress shirt torn open, exposing that lovely golden skin you’ve been craving.

“Jessica-noona, please—”

Pulling away at the eerily recognizable voice, it takes you a moment to register what you’re seeing.

A pregnant pause fills the now exceedingly claustrophobic space as Jungkook’s eyes widen, staring at you with panic filled orbs.

“Ah. Sorry, didn’t know this was occupied already,” you say after a beat. You don’t waver, flashing them an apologetic, tight-lipped smile as you close the door, pulling your momentary lover with you.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he blurts immediately when you find a secluded corner. It’s cute, the way he’s anxiously fretting over it.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” you assure him. You smooth your hands over his front, trying your best to fix his dishevelled appearance.

“Hey. Hey, what’s wrong?” He tips your chin up, and you hate the concern in his expression.

“I’m fine. I don’t feel very well, though,” you say regretfully. You give him a small but genuine smile. He allows you to slip away from his grasp hesitantly.

“Please drink plenty of water and rest up,” he murmurs, kiss the crown of your head. “I’m sorry the night couldn’t have ended on a more positive note.”

“Thank you,” you say, squeezing his hand gratefully. You take one last look wistfully, at those deliciously swollen lips and mussed locks, before disappearing back into the crowd.

[11:49] you: not feeling well :( drank too much. heading out, enjoy your night everyone <3

You leave Kim Seokjin standing there, the neon lights flickering over his silhouette as he watches you leave.

You’re going to go home and try your best to scrub the image of Jungkook with his dick in another woman’s mouth.

“Hey.” A cool, firm hand shakes you out of your daze.

“Oh.” You blink. “Yoongi. Hi.” Just your luck. You guess everyone’s here tonight.

The night is cold, a chilling breeze ruffling your hair.

He doesn’t ask if you’re okay, or how you’re doing. His gaze is unsettling, eyes sharp and almost knowing. He doesn’t say much at all, really.

He just gives you his leather jacket, telling you to be careful and to be safe tonelessly.

He shoves his hands in his pockets and trudge back into the building.

Your Uber arrives before you can say anything more, however.

So you shrug it off, resolving to thank him the next morning, and step into the vehicle.

“Idiots, all of you,” Yoongi seethes, whirling around to glare at the three boys that sit on the couch, awkwardly pressed together as they looked away.

“Joon, how could you possibly think a folder and an apology was going to solve the problem?”

Namjoon shrinks, dropping his gaze in shame. “I—I …”

“And you! Jungkook, how could you do that? You effectively acted like some—some uncultured fratboy!” He fumes. The boy in question has his jaw clenched, fingers curled into fists as he stares at his lap.

“Jin-hyung,” Yoongi whirls onto the eldest. He puts up a hand instantly. “That’s enough, Yoongi. We all know where we messed up. What you’re doing here isn’t constructive. Now, the real question is: how can we fix this?”

#smutcentralnet #ksmutclub #ggukienet #btsguild #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #sub!jungkook #taehyung x reader #jimin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jin x reader #ot7 x reader #poly bts #btsghostie #college au

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thecrownrp · 3 years ago

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THE KINGDOM OF CLOVERS PRESENTS . . .

one of the FOURTH TIER ROYAL candidates, KWAK AHYOUNG: a 22 YEAR OLD born on SEPTEMBER 28TH, 1998. some may know them already but with a face like that, it’s hard not to admit they look a little like JO HASEUL. curious to know more? apparently, these are words they live by: “she’s like a rose that’s forever in bloom.” intriguing, aren’t they? only time will tell if they’re suited for the throne or not.

LOOK A LITTLE CLOSER . . .

tw: slight abuse, neglect, death

kwak ahyoung never wanted to be a princess.

her mother’s side of the family was known for wanting to please the queen at all costs, doing the absolute most to try and get close to her and gain her approval. but even as a child, ahyoung didn’t see the appeal of it all. rather than growing up like any other child, she was forced into a lifestyle of manners and etiquette.

“how could you not want to be a princess, ahyoung-ah?” her mother asked her stubbornly during one of their many quarrels. out of everyone in this family, it was this woman who always pushed the royalty agenda against her. she couldn’t get along with her for one second.

“i want to be a musician!” the little child would scream back. “i want to sing to travel the world and sing to people!

"don’t be foolish, girl! you must be accustomed to this life or else!” she’d lecture. “now get dressed or else you won’t be able to have dinner tonight!"

thank god ahyoung’s father at the time was always there to defend her to calm down their arguments. not only that, but she’d always see him as a shield of some sort, always protecting her from her mother’s harsh words. she knows that the woman loved her… it was just the fact that she’d never give her the chance of seeing things in her light.

her father however did. before he had married her mother, he was a musician once, too. he always had a guitar in hand and would play songs for the little one to sing along to, always letting her live her dream of being a singer seem possible to her. he even taught her piano, with approval from her mother as it would come in handy with impressing the royal highness.

"why do i have to be a princess, papa?” ahyoung asked her father one day as they played a piano piece together.

he was silent for a while, trying to think of an answer that would convince his little sunshine. “don’t you want to live a nice life, ahyoungie?” he asked her, tugging on her cheek to get her to smile. “princesses and princes get to live in a palace and lots of attention and food. they also get lots of gifts and always look pretty. it’s essentially our life, but with more benefits!"

and that sounded convincing. ahyoung’s family was not poor by any means. because of her mother’s side, they were very much well off and it’d be nice to gain even more. but at the time, the little girl didn’t think about power or reputation. she didn’t think about how popular she’d be, should she follow the path her mother wanted her to. to her, there was nothing special about being in a beautiful gown full of riches in a large, extravagant palace. if she wasn’t able to explore the world and see what more it had to offer while also doing what she loved most, then that was the life she certainly didn’t want to live.

"mmm. i don’t care,” she answered. “i just want to sing and travel the world while singing. i think i’ll be happy that way."

her father gives her a smile. "you really are my girl,” he says, adoration practically dripping from his voice. “if in a few more years you don’t change your mind, i’ll convince your mother to let me take you around the world and we can sing together."

"deal!” she cheered happily.

kwak ahyoung can’t be a princess.

ahyoung and her father get into an accident that ruins her life forever. while she is left with only a few wounds and a broken leg from the collision, her father was the one that was most affected. she is knocked out as soon as the impact braces them, not aware of how her father was losing so much blood right beside her. she was unconscious while her father was rapidly losing whatever leftover strength he had left.

the only time she became aware of the fact that he was dying was when she woke up from the hospital bed, looking over at her mother with her little sister holding her hand.

“where’s dad?” she asked with a worried tone. as soon as she sees her mother’s red eyes begin to water again, she finds herself crumbling apart as well.

the night after his memorial service, ahyoung is called to her mother’s bedroom. “there is something important i must discuss with you. please be sure to get there as soon as we get home,” she told her as they made their way out of the funeral home.

“i’m sure you know why you’re in here,” she starts off. “we must discuss your future. specifically, we must discuss your future. specifically, your future as a princess."

the girl grimaces. this was a fate she had wanted to avoid for all of her life. even now at her young age, she wanted to not listen to her. "why does it have to be me?” she asks. “why can’t it be ahri?"

"your sister is much too young to be a princess. she is only twelve years old!" her mother explains to her, her tone sounding as if she was mocking her oldest daughter. "and even if it's much later than we intended it to be, you can be a princess at your age... how old are you?"

"twenty-one. you were at my birthday party."

"oh! right! my, what an incredibly late age to be a princess," the woman sighs and shakes her head. "no matter. becoming a princess late is better than never. you should be grateful that your father has kept you from being one for this long. otherwise, you'd have been a princess... six or seven years ago!" she laughs to herself.

she's the only one laughing. when she stops, she continues her speech.

"no matter. as you are under my roof, you will do as i say until the moment you are bethrothed... if that ever happens." ahyoung wants to smack her face at this point, but she restrains herself from doing so. there was no point in showing her anger now. after all, she is still grieving. her father wouldn't want her to do anything rash to her mother, anyway. "i expect to see you prepared tomorrow. i know your father has passed away, but the sooner you become a princess, the sooner you will repay him for the burdens that you've rested upon him. understood?"

"understood."

"good. you may leave."

and so she leaves, her jaw clenched as she finds herself pinching her own skin as a way to hold herself back from absolutely losing it.

kwak ahyoung must be a princess.

she does not want to be, but she also wants that wretched lady off her back.

perhaps when she finally achieves the goal that her mother's family has been yearning for, she'll finally be treated like a daughter from her mother. maybe her mother will treat her the way she treats ahri. she won't lie that she always envied her little sister for receiving all the love and attention she wish she had growing up from that woman.

despite the unfortunate events in her life, a part of ahyoung still has hope. upon clearing his belongings as instructed by her mother, she had kept her father's guitar pick and attached a string to it, wearing it as a necklace around her to symbolize some sort of hope. someday, she will travel the world and sing with a band. she will inspire people and have them sing along with her too, if not clapping along to her voice. because though her father is gone and she still has to find a way to get used to the palace full of riches, she still has hope for her humble dream. even if she has to be more aware of her power and reputation, she could care less about all of the expectations put onto her.

she does not want to be here.

she will make sure that she will be free... even if her mother intends on keeping her contained.

#cwnfollow #cwn kingdom: clovers #cwn rank: royalty

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kda-chat · 4 years ago

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If the girls and extras were in Mass Effect universe, who would be who (Shepard + his crew) ?

My friend, Kaya, and I actually talked about this because [her fault btw] we are obsessed with Liara T'Soni~ [with fem!Shep not bro!Shep]

Anyhoo~

Shepard - Sivir would make the best ideal Shepard in my opinion. She is strong, cunning, and fits the Shepard image more than, let's say, Akali. I can imagine her being either Paragon or Renegade, or both. Those options suit her more.

Liara T'Soni - Since Sivir is Shepard and I love Liara and she's my main love interest, Kai'sa might suit this role the best. They are both quiet and prefer their independence and solidarity. Kai'sa is pretty wise and observant and would make a great ally.

Ashley Williams/ Kaiden Alenko - I see that role going to Akali, more so on Ashley [except the xenophobic part]. Ashley lives up to the failed but great Williams in her family and I think Akali would suit that role quite well.

Garrus Vakarian - I honestly chose Taliyah because besides Akali, they are also close friends with Sivir. I can see Taliyah being someone who sees the flaws in the C-Sec and wanting to fight for a cause bigger than some galactic affair [you know...the fucking Reapers]. Also, Shepard and Garrus' friendship runs deep [especially when you play only Paragon, you can feel it] and I think that suits Sivir and Taliyah.

Miranda - Take a wild guess. Okay, it's Evelynn. Why? Bubble butt. And maybe the fact it coincides with my personal headcannon of Evelynn and her father, Edmund [oc], having a strained and broken relationship. Miranda is also resourceful and knows how to survive and I think that suits Evelynn. Also...

Jack - Ahri. Now hear me out, maybe this Ahri isn't as loud and crass as Jack but she will fight with Evelynn. I can see Ahri being this rare fox species that was experimented on to enhance her biotics.

Tali'zorah- I chose Sona because I think the Quarian design might suit her the most. [Ignore the fact that Garrus and Tali has a little romance thing]. Sona is wise, smart, and she can explain that she can not talk but she has a communicator in her body suit so she is able to "talk" [so her voice sounds very robotic]

Ashley Williams/Kaiden Alenko - Fuck it, my headcannon so I do whatever I want and they both LIVE. If Akali is Ashley then Irelia can be Kaiden OR vice versa [but I never let Kaiden live so idk his backstory as well as Ashley and I let Ashley live so I can keep giving her shit when she complains]. Irelia would be more stoic and by the book when it comes to it. But she would be willing to break a few rules when to comes down to it. Also, she would be promoted to Spectre and Akali would nominate her as well.

Tbh, my friend and I had a hard time trying to assign ME roles to K/DA. It could go anyway so just know this is just my opinion and even I had a hard time with it. But it's fun!

#anon #asks

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kittymunst3r · 4 years ago

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Nami pressed her fingers against her forehead, closing her eyes as she attempted to gather her thoughts. It felt like it was her millionth time trying to recall the events that happened with the Golden Demon. Swallowing, Nami recalled Ahri’s words.

I look forward to meeting with you again…

Nami groaned outwardly and rolled over in her bed, grabbing a pillow and squeezing it to herself. She should be tracking the Golden Demon, so why was she still here? Another frustrated grunt and the siren rolled on her back, flinging the pillow away as she stared up at the dark ceiling. The red light of her alarm clock red 2 a.m. and Nami pushed herself up from the bed, grabbing her favorite vanilla sweater and wrapping herself in it.

“How did you know I was there, demon?” Nami wondered aloud, now starting to pace her small apartment. With a huff, Nami pulled on a pair of baggy, grey sweatpants and pushed her feet in a warm pair of boots before leaving, needing the cold air of winter to comfort her.

The streets were mostly empty at this time of night, the orange cast from the street lights glowed warmly against the sharp bite of the wintery air. Nami took a deep breath and let it out, watching as the air puffed out in front of her. Continuing her trek down the street, she passed the familiar bright shine of the corner convenience store. Perhaps she’d buy a tea, she thought, reaching into her pockets before she noticed a familiar streak of blonde hair.

“Ezreal?” Nami called out, the streak of blonde hair moving towards a nearby motorcycle stopped and turned.

“Nami?” Ezreal cocked his head to the side then turned from the bike and smiled. “What are you doing here?”

The siren shrugged and glanced over his shoulder and looked around for his shopping bags.

“I could ask the same of you,” Nami replied.

“I sort of work here part time,” Ezreal said with a smile and pushed a hand nervously through his hair.

“But I thought you worked for a museum?” Nami asked. This question caused the man to let out a nervous laugh while he shook his head.

“Ah- that’s uh- that’s a bit complicated. Right now I work here,” Ezreal replied.

“This must be Guardian related, right?” Nami asked with a smirk. Ezreal was a terrible liar.

“Actually-,” Ezreal began and froze, his eyes looking past Nami and off in the distance. “Can I give you a ride somewhere?” He asked suddenly.

Nami, caught off guard by the sudden change in conversation, gave Ezreal a puzzled look.

“No, I actually live nearby-,” Nami hooked a thumb behind her.

“I’ll take you there,” Ezreal said, an obvious edge in his voice.

Nami swallowed, suddenly feeling the air grow tense.

“What’s wro-,” Nami began and Ezreal stepped forward, standing so close to the siren that she nearly yelped.

“You have a shadow-,” Ezreal said, his voice incredibly quiet, then his hands were on either side of her, rubbing up and down with enthusiasm. “You look cold,” he said, louder. “Let’s go for some tea or coffee.”

“Yeah, okay,” Nami said, feeling her stomach tightening up. She wasn’t sure why, but she followed Ezreal’s lead. Lux’s diary was right, something about his man just made him easy to follow.

Ezreal carefully handed Nami a helmet, his movements were quick but not in a panicked sort of way. It felt strange seeing Ezreal with such a serious, focused expression when as far as Nami had known him he always held a boyishly charming sort of smile.

“Hang on tight,” Ezreal said as they both boarded his motorcycle.

Nami swallowed hard, fighting the urge to stay and fight whoever was following her. It was against the siren’s nature to run from any fight. After all, she wielded the Tidecaller, no one could escape the drowning wrath she could bring down if someone wanted a fight.

Turning the key to his motorcycle Ezreal gave a slight shake of his head, as if he were reading Nami’s thoughts.

“I mean it, hold tight,” Ezreal said and Nami leaned forward, her arms wrapping around the man’s waist. “And don’t look behind us.”

With a jolt the pair were off, and Nami felt a surge of adrenaline as her heart pounded in her ears. Prior to now the siren had never ridden on a motorcycle and it was exhilarating and she could understand why Ezreal owned one.

Ezreal blazed through the city, his tail light leaving a streak of red to follow them in the dark of night. Nami half expected for some kind of twisted arms to reach from behind and pluck her from the bike but no such nightmare came. Ezreal continued through the downtown area, the traffic heavier as the man weaved expertly through cars. Nami lost track of time as the pair went down street after street in the most bizarre patterns. Finally, Ezreal stopped after entering a dark alley and the man gave a sigh before turning the engine off.

Swinging her leg over, Nami got off the motorcycle and felt herself wobble. There was an unusual numbness in her extremities and Ezreal chuckled, helping to steady Nami while removing his helmet and ruffling his disheveled hair.

“That was close,” Ezreal said, his voice weary as he too got off the motorcycle.

“What was close? What’s going on?” Nami asked, crossing her arms.

Ezreal put his helmet on the seat of the motorcycle and looked down either side of the dark alley.

“Not here. Let’s get that tea,” Ezreal said, motioning for the siren to follow. “You look like an ice cube, and I know I certainly feel like one.”

Nami felt like stamping her feet and demanding answers right then and there but pressed the urge back, knowing that at least she would be getting some answers. And Ezreal was starting to look rather blue.

“Very well, lead the way.” Nami nodded and Ezreal left the alley, crossing the dark, empty street. A few more minutes of weaving through more alleyways and Ezreal came to a steel door, it’s rust and decay that chipped the yellow-white paint made it look like it hadn’t been opened in years, decades even.

“After you,” Ezreal said, opening the door with a loud creak and making a slight bow.

Nami could see a faint glow of light further into the dark room and stepped inside the large building. Where were they, she wondered to herself as Nami felt a blanket of warmth lay across her she continued inward. The squeak of the rusted door closed behind her as Ezreal followed closely behind.

“Don’t be afraid,” Ezreal said quietly in the dim light.

“I’m not afraid,” Nami shot back, looking over at him, her face serious.

“That’s either really brave,” Ezreal said as a smile split his features. They came to another door, brighter light showing from under the door and Ezreal continued, “or really foolish.”

Ezreal pulled the door open and Nami could see a brightly lit kitchen. It was definitely a commercial kitchen, and in excellent condition. All of the appliances here seemed new, their stainless steel surfaces sparkling in cleanliness.

“Where are we?” Nami asked, walking through the kitchen.

“Somewhere safe,” Ezreal said, moving to one of the stoves and picking up a tea kettle. “For now, anyways.”

Nami watched as the man busied himself with getting two mugs, setting them on a counter and assembling the tea.

“How do you like your tea?” Ezreal asked and Nami nearly scoffed at the sheer normality of his question. Sometimes it was hard for the Marai siren to understand that this was how the people of land really lived. How did they like their tea? What would they wear to the spring formal? Did Brian get eliminated on that one show?

Nami thought of the darkness that seeped at the fringes of her home, threatening to spread throughout the realm unchecked. That was the real world. Her world, and it was hard for Nami to admit that sometimes she dreamed of a time where she didn’t have to return to the abyss and fight against the never ending darkness.

“Strong, with sugar,” Nami said distractedly and Ezreal smirked.

“Of course,” Ezreal chuckled with a shake of his head.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Nami asked and the man laughed again.

“Did you know that some ancient cultures correlate how you take your tea with what kind of soul you have?” Ezreal mused, starting to pour the steaming water from the kettle in one of the cups.

“And what do these ancients say about how I like mine?” Nami asked, her head tilting curiously. Ezreal looked over at Nami as he finished pouring.

“That you’re like Lux,” he replied, bringing the siren her cup of tea. “You are built of strength, but weak to matters of the heart.”

Nami felt her eyebrow raise as she looked on at Ezreal.

“Seriously?” Nami asked and Ezreal looked at her with a straight face.

“Oh definitely,” Ezreal said, his tone serious. “The ancients were wise. You’ll end up in love with a total scoundrel if you’re not careful.” Ezreal sucked in a breath before a snicker slipped out, his face splitting into a big smile as Nami blew out a breath of a laugh.

“Ezreal!” Nami said, pushing on him and he yelped out.

“Hey, Nami! Careful! I have hot tea!” Ezreal said, his laughter bubbling out.

This was definitely how Lux described him in her diary, Nami thought to herself. How he was behaving earlier was totally out of character for him. So what happened? What was going on?

“Okay, Ezreal. I’ve been pretty patient, which, if you didn’t know, is not my strong suit.” Nami took a tentative sip of tea and found it to be delightfully warm and fragrant. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“Yeah,” Ezreal shifted uneasily, his brows furrowing together as he began to pace back and forth. “First, you should know that- well, it’s not that no one trusts you- it’s just, this doesn’t usually happen…”

Nami blew out a breath, putting her cup on a counter.

“Ezreal. Start at the beginning and don’t skip around,” Nami said trying to keep her impatience from turning into annoyance. What did he mean by trusting her? Why was Ezreal at that convenience store? Nami felt her eyes narrow and Ezreal began to look nervous.

“I don’t know what I’m not supposed to say-,” Ezreal said, his eyes rolling as he tried to explain, his hands twisting nervously.

“Then say it all,” Nami said, her voice commanding and Ezreal bit his lip.

“Fineee. But Lux is gonna kill me, that is if Ahri doesn’t get to me first…” Ezreal’s voice trailed and Nami snapped her fingers.

“Ezreal. Focus.” Nami bit out, starting to sound exasperated.

“Ahri thinks that there’s a reason why the Golden Demon left you alive. You spent so long chasing him down, always narrowly missing this time and that-,” Ezreal’s voice trailed off, leaving the implication hanging in the air. Nami felt understanding beginning to dawn.

“She thinks I’m a spy for the Golden Demon,” Nami said, swallowing hard.

“I wouldn’t say spy…” Ezreal said, crossing his arms and shifting. It was clear that he was growing more and more uncomfortable as the conversation continued.

“You were placed at the convenience store to watch me, weren’t you?” Nami asked, but she knew the answer already. Of course Ezreal had been sent there to watch her. The Star Guardians had been betrayed somehow before, although Lux’s diary was short on a great many important details on exactly what transpired.

“Yes,” Ezreal confirmed but began to speak quickly. “It’s just not like the Demon to just leave anyone alive ya’ know. Jinx said when she found you he was speaking to you?”

Nami looked away from Ezreal, remembering the sound of the Demon’s entrancing voice as it felt permanently etched in her mind.

Magnificent…

Nami shivered. “I don’t remember much.” The siren tapped her forehead where it still displayed stitches and a large purple bruise. “But I do remember his gun, and some sort of gas contraption. It had to be what kept my powers suppressed. But him speaking to me doesn’t explain why you were sent to keep watch on me.”

“Well, I was only meant to keep an eye on your comings and goings. Then I noticed that you started to have someone follow you.” Ezreal shifted and sighed. “I thought maybe you had a boyfriend, or admirer.”

Nami blanched. Her? Something as trivial as a boyfriend? It wasn’t that Nami was unwelcome to the idea, but how could hearts and romance belong in her world, the same world as the darkness? Nami shook her head fiercely, a flush tingeing the peaks of her cheeks. “No- no boyfriend.”

Ezreal nodded. “I had to be sure. So I asked Lux about it, and she confirmed. But the flowers at your doorstep…”

“Flowers?” Nami asked, unaware of any flowers left at her apartment.

Ezreal gave a solemn nod. “They were lotus flowers.”

Nami felt her stomach seize up as she recalled the last blurred image of the Golden Demon; a white lotus flower blooming at his feet.

“What happened to them?” Nami asked, swallowing hard. “They were intercepted by me,” Ezreal said. “I thought they may have been some sort of trap set by the Demon. We had the flowers extensively tested but nothing came of it. Lux thought-,” Ezreal hesitated and Nami’s brow rose.

“What?” Nami could feel anger welling up within her.

“Well… she thought maybe it was some sort of signal. For you to- um-,” Ezreal looked at the ground, as if too embarrassed to go on.

“For me to what?” Nami felt something inside her snap. What had happened to their starting anew? Was that just a trick? A way to manipulate her, gain her trust?

Ezreal frowned, his brows knotting together. “Nami… Lux- she-,” the man faltered, “she had to be careful. Ahri ordered-” but Nami moved away from Ezreal and moved through the kitchen.

“Screw Ahri’s orders,” Nami said defiantly and Ezreal winced. “Is this supposed to be the great Star Guardians?” Nami scoffed, crossing her arms. “All of you are just a bunch of squabbling children, all of you ungrateful for a power bestowed on you that could change the fate of this realm for the better. Ahri’s ordered to keep me at arm’s length, has she? Me, the only one in this lot chasing down a demented killer? I’ve seen his victims…” Nami’s eyes looked distant as she recalled the memory. “I’ve seen him hunt. What he’s done, his power…” Nami’s attention snapped to the man, her voice quiet. “Ahri-,” Nami shook her head. No, Ahri couldn’t have that much sway. “Lux thinks I’ve been compromised? That I’m somehow in league with the Golden Demon?”

Ezreal only nodded and Nami felt disappointment wash over her. And oh how she loathed the feeling. She had told herself from her first steps on land that finding the Moonstone, protecting her people, it would come first over everything. No matter what. And yet, here she was, entangled in this Star Guardian mess because it was the first real lead she had in finding the missing stone.

For all that was said between her and Lux, the new bud of trust that had sprouted between them was surely dead now. The Marai siren would never again trust Luxanna Crownguard. A hardness grew in Nami’s eyes as she tried to process the betrayal felt within her.

“Nami-” Ezreal started, his eyes looking sad.

“I’ve heard enough.” Nami’s eyes went to the ground. “You- you guardians let me sit as an easy, open target for him. And I’m just supposed to be okay with that? He leaves sick gifts at my home and you say nothing.” The siren balled her hands into fists, trying to quell the surge of magic that rolled off her. Nami could feel a tear start to roll down her cheek and looked up to see Ezreal reach out to comfort her but she slapped his hand away. “Lux made me track down an untraceable beast. Forced me into being a part of his sick rituals of slaughter, and I could do nothing. Save no one. All so I could be a part of this elite club, to get answers I needed for my people. The Star Guardians.” Nami didn’t hide the venom in her voice as she practically spit out her last sentence, causing Ezreal to flinch. “You’re all weak children.”

“We’re not- Lux isn’t-,” Ezreal started, his hand reaching up defensively.

“You’re trying to defend her? Trying to defend the suspicions that somehow I’m involved with a demented killer?” Nami smirked and rubbed a hand over her face. “Unbelievable.”

“I don’t think-,” Ezreal started but Nami shook her head.

“Do you really think it matters what you think, Ezreal? You have these unimaginable powers. Powers to change the fate of this star- to help so many…” Nami felt her mind drift to home, to the terrifying darkness that lurked beneath the ocean waves.

“We do help the people of this star,” Ezreal countered and Nami gave him a look that flashed momentarily with sadness.

“Not all the people.” Nami started to leave and Ezreal grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Hey- don’t go,” Ezreal continued, “there’s more I need to say.”

“For once in my life,” Nami said, peeling the man’s fingers back. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“At least tell me where you’re going,” Ezreal said quietly.

“To kill the demon,” Nami said simply and Ezreal’s eyes widened.

“Nami, that’s not a good idea.”

“Of course it is,” the siren replied. “If I can destroy the indestructible Golden Demon, then I won’t need the powers of the Star Guardians or the moonstone to save my people. I will know that my strength can surpass any darkness. And any star guardian.”

Ezreal said nothing and Nami left, leaving the same way she came in. The siren stepped out onto the street and began to walk, unknowing of what part of the city she was in. It didn’t matter, she didn’t need to get anywhere. She only needed her shadow to catch up with her.

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decadencefae · 5 years ago

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Sparkle Together

New? Refer here before reading.

Chapter Three: True Colors

Lux looked across the booth at Ahri, whose serious face intimidated her greatly. She didn’t know where to begin, or how, but she’d had to do it soon, for Ahri was getting impatient.

“Well?” Ahri asked, “What’s up?”

Lux was becoming extremely anxious, so she wasn’t able to restrain herself from blurting out the issue.

“I think those five are guardians.”

Ahri looked startled, then her face settled down to a more condescending amusement. “Okay. Can I ask why?” She began to chuckle a bit, then noticed Jinx, leaning on Lux’s booth seat, shooting her a warning glare.

“I had this dream where me and my team were falling, and you were there too, and, for some reason, those kids were also there. There were five more too, but I haven’t seen them...yet.”

Ahri’s face was now both confused and offended. “You really believe that in your heart, first star decided that those weirdos are fit for our job?”

“They picked LuLu,” Jinx added. Ahri couldn’t argue with that-LuLu was very, well, unique.

Just then, Jinx looked through the window behind Ahri to see people running from one direction. She saw one woman fending herself off from some strange purple blob. Jinx could make it out to be something with wings.

And then, that winged creature had friends. A whole flock of them, flying down the street, chasing innocent people. Finally, this day was starting to get interesting.

Ahri looked at the two guardians, gave a nod, then got up from her booth, and went outside. Lux and Jinx followed suit, and when the other seven guardians realized their leaders leaving, they followed suit.

They found a place out of sight and grouped. A few small creatures came out of their hiding-their familiars, eager to help.

“Alright,” said Lux, “Let’s do this.”

And thus, in flashes of sparkles and rainbow light, the teens transformed into their uniforms, and took flight into the sky, towards the incoming swarm.

One of Jinx’s familiars, Kuro, took form into a large black and gold firearm, and Jinx smiled a wicked grin. “This will be a piece of cake.”

“We have to make sure that people are safe before we can start attacking,” Soraka interjected. Jinx rolled her eyes. “Right,” she droned.

Janna started flying towards the ground. “Soraka, LuLu, we can shield and restore these people from-”

A loud collective scream cut off Janna as she saw the swarm just seconds away from consuming the guardians and the civilians. They were coming too fast for them to do anything.

So, they flinched, only to realize seconds later, that they were unscathed. In front of them now stood an enormous green crystal wall in front of them protruding from the ground.

In front of that wall, was the girl with fluffy seafoam pigtails. She wore a green, white, and gold, in a uniform so familiar. She lowered her hands from the pushing position they were in.

A powerful voice boomed behind them. “Hey starry eyes, she can’t hold that wall forever.” They turned to see the blue haired girl, also in white and gold, bearing two large gauntlets, and the pale boy, dressed the same, in a royally large coat.

The swarm soon started to find their way over the wall and towards them.

“Dammit,” shouted the blue hair one. “So much for your help!” She turned to the pale boy. “Vlad, we’re dunking.” He nodded and in a quick burst of light, was replaced by a large ball of dark shimmering violet. She grabbed the ball. “Tali, give me a boost.” The green haired girl nodded and swung her arms upward, creating another crystal from where the blue girl stood, knocking her upwards as she clutched onto the ball. Then with all her might, she flung the ball at the swarm, to which it exploded, impairing the creatures in the swarm. The star residue then clustered together to create the pale boy.

“Move it, freakshow,” demanded a new voice. Just then, the pale boy, quickly and in fright, zipped away from the swarm, and thus, the swarm was met by a large, red and gold streak of light. The attack burst on impact, turning all of the swarm into stardust.

Behind them, a caped figure with a mask was holding a rifle, now smoking with at from the six pointed star at the tip of the barrel. The rifle then shifted into two small mascots, a black snake and a white ball. He walked towards the other three mystery guardians, cape disappearing, and stilettos clicking on the pavement.

The pale boy looked unamused. “Thank you for almost killing me, Jhin.”

“Honey, if I wanted you dead, I would have succeeded and have done so already.” He walked by him and pinched one of his cheeks. “And could never shoot this wittle face.” The pale boy scowled, pushing his hand out of the way.

“I’m kidding,” Jhin said through laughter, “I would absolutely shoot that ‘wittle face’.” He then turned around to the other ten guardians, still shocked at what they had seen. “Thank you for acting as a distraction, Starlights, other than that, you were all useless.” The ten guardians landed gently on the ground. Poppy was about to retort at Jhin’s disrespect, but then a voice cut her off. “The townspeople are safe, my friends.”

Walking through the Ahri and Lux’s teams was a tall guardian, who was literally glowing in a gentle, pale yellow light. “Luckily, not many were hurt. I’m confident in what I do, but I’m not sure if I could handle healing that many people.”

“I’m sure you could,” said the green haired girl, “You’re way stronger than us.”

He smiled and chuckled softly. “I suppose I could.”

The five mystery guardians stood a distance away from the two other teams, and Sarah, with her and her allies frustration, was no longer willing to just watch these new faces walk in and degrade them.

She readied both of the pistols she carried.

“Who the hell are you people?”

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Non-canon designs and story © Matrix Blue, DecadenceFae

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ur-mom-kayn · 6 years ago

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Loyalty Chapter 30: Introduction to the league

Kayn Pov

Time passed and Kayn became involved in the league. He went to training to get to know the system and the different champions. Together with Xayah and Rakan he sat in a training room and was hit by PowerPoint slides. Sometimes he hates modern technology. Just using his cell phone proved to be exhausting. Feeling every minute he had to annoy Zed because of odds and ends. The biggest difficulty was to gently touch the screen. Kayn did not trust the technology. Nevertheless, he learned to deal with it.

After the training series, the two birds were introduced and Kayn was still hanging around with Zed. After all, he could tell the staff how he would like his room. Actually, he wanted to have it just like Zed did. The bed was only allowed to have the structure of a boxspring bed. However, he needed the black curtains for his master, so he feels comfortable with him. By now they were a real couple only without sex. More than oral and mutual pressure reduction was not in it. Kayn did not feel ready and Zed became nervous about sex. Besides, they would never do it in front of Rhaast. He was often with his brothers. Kayn actually made friends with Varus. As stated by Zed, he often showed himself with him in public.

They ate together and often talked about this and that. He had not learned more about Darkins. Somehow, only Aatrox was a real chatterbox and a nuisance. He loved to graduate the beings around him. Kayn hated such disrespect. But that was nothing compared to what Yasuo always pulled off. He always pushed it to the extreme with his stupid flute. Kayn often argued with him about the place under the tree. The young acolyte wanted to meditate and the drunken samurai only plays the flute. Two things that harmonized with each other. Every time Yasuo bothered him, he showed him part of his darkened form. It went so far that Kayn was able to corrupt himself. Sounds bad, but that only showed him how much power he had over Rhaast. He did not need him to strengthen his arm. He could do it alone now.

Kayn stayed away from the other factions as far as possible. The confrontation with Darius was a lesson to him. He focused mostly on Zed, his training and his neighbors. As good as he went, he slipped into the other and played the sympathetic young man. Even between him and Ahri, everything was as if nothing had ever happened. Only Akali did not buy the charade from him. She remained skeptical until the end. Only good that she had no vote in the council, but her master Shen. He understood himself better and better with Zed. Had something to do with the fact that Zed behaved halfway.

Zed's plan to get into the council has not yet been revealed. Actually, they had to wait until the official entry of Kayn into the league. Fortunately, that could not take much longer. Today was the first day he could go into the summoner's rift so he could investigate his attacks. At his side, his friend and master, Zed. He was so annoyed to confine himself to only 4 attacks. With the advice of Rhaast, they agreed on Reaping Slash, Blade's Reach, Shadow Step, and Umbral Trespass. "Mmmhh ... would it be possible if you could change the role as Passive? So how does that work between you?" The employee asked Kayn and Rhaast.

"So when I cut myself into the flesh, Rhaast can take control of me. When I concentrate and my friend comes up against me, I become a Shadow Assassin. In the transformation itself, we completely heal our bodies in both forms." "No, no, no. That's too OP. Your transformation becomes your Passive, but it only happens once in a turn and will only be executed in the fountain. It also has to look spectacular. So would that be possible?" "Of course. Kayn likes to ram my blade into his chest." "Now do it halfway ..." Kayn complained. "No, that's perfect. That's how we do it. Good Kayn and Rhaast. Please attack Zed now for the Champion Spotlight." Kayn understood nothing and did not want to understand it either. He wanted to hurt everything, just not Zed. His attacks were all deadly.

"I certainly will not attack Master." "Kayn! That's not real. I will not really die, so attack me already. It's going to be your job right now." Kayn felt uncomfortable. He never attacked the real Zed. So far, it has always been a clone. Attacking Zed with Rhaast was not right. "Ah, and if you're already killing Zed, please say something, for the interactions." The co-worker had nerves of talking to Kayn. He pretended that it was no big deal to kill the man you love the most. "Now Kayn." Even Zed put pressure on him.

Kayn finally gave in and attacked Zed with his 'Q'. Immediately after the attack, he inquired of Zed. "I am fine. Now continue!" Kayn performed his 'W' and then the Umbral Trespass. Zed fell on the ground and 'died'. Instinctively, he said, "It should never have come this far." "Perfect. Say something else" the employee prodded him. "You taught me too well." "You're a natural talent Kayn. I buy the words immediately. The bitterness in your voice is very convincing." If only he knew. Kayn really had a lump in his throat. Fortunately, his master came back alive 30 seconds later.

"And was that so hard?" "Of course! You know how important you are to me." "Sure, I know that, but did not you say yourself a few months ago that this is just a simulation? A game?" Yes, Kayn remembered the words, but he did not give a damn. Talking was always easier than acting. After all, Zed was really fine. He has not taken any harm from death. Very interesting this nexus. "So Zed, now kill Kayn." "Hang on!" The younger protested. Unfortunately, he did not get any further because a blade was stuck to his body as fast as lightning. Zed did not hesitate but immediately took the opportunity to kill him. Strangely, Kayn did not feel any real pain. He could not move. He fell aside and involuntarily closed his eyes. His death was really simulated. However, he lived 10 seconds later again. He was in the well and was allowed to take the long way back to the jungle.

Kayn would not be Kayn if he did not accelerate the way with the Shadow Step. Strangely enough, he suddenly flew out of the wall. What was going on? Normally he could be unlimited in the walls and now he could not even get in again?! "What the hell?" What's going on? Are you losing your strength? Rhaast could not help anymore. Annoyed, Kayn walked to the river. He immediately unbuttoned the employee. "Hey, what is this place? I can not use my 'E' permanently. And if I want to use it again, it will not work!" "Calm down Kayn. This is normal. Your ability has apparently been scaled. You own now a cooldown. You've probably noticed something in the training. Everything you do is weaker than in real life. I mean, I can only summon 1 shadow and swap positions once every 20 seconds."

Slowly Kayn got the puke. The league was just a mirage. Annoyed, he pulled the training through. Sometimes he was Shadow Assassin, then again Rhaast. And the Darkin was just not cooperative. It was the purest clown fiesta. After the gap, it went directly to skin making. Kayn had no idea what a skin was. Zed tells him shortly with different outfits. Actually, Kayn thought then that he is led to a wardrobe, but puff pie. He came in a computer room with a strange platform, where a strange mirror stood opposite. At his side was always Zed, to instruct and calm him.

"Kayn get on the platform so they can take measurements of you." Kayn obeyed his master and was first scanned by. He had no idea how the whole thing should be. He was too overwhelmed with the technology. After being scanned, several stylists approached him. Everyone introduced himself, but Kayn did not keep a name in his head. "Nice for a change to see a ninja without a mask. Young man, is this your traditional dress you have on?" Kayn looked briefly in the mirror. From training he still kept the Darkinarm, which meant that he was free upper body. Downstairs he wore his loose trousers with a robe and his magnificent belt. In addition to his normal combat boots. "Yeah, that's my normal fight clothes." "And you always wear braided hair?" Kayn nodded.

"Good Good. Then you look so normal. Now we only need one skin. For that, we need a concept." The stylists turned and whispered to each other. Sometimes they stared at Kayn and then continued their discussions. "Master, what do they mean by concept." "A topic that they call the skin. I have something like 'shockblade'. Accordingly, he looks like this. Or the SKT Skin I got by winning the World Cup. Skins are cool if they are not embarrassing." "Do you have one?" "Mmmmhhh ... ", Zed grunted darkly. That meant something like yes. I hope they make Kayn a serious opponent.

After a felt eternity, they turned around again. "So Kayn's concept is 'Soulhunter'. Our designers are now doing the clothes and we'll take care of your look. Can you hide your pony in a high braid?" Kayn unzipped his hair and re-tied it as desired. "Perfect. Now stand in front of the mirror and see and wonder." Incredulous Kayn stepped in front of the mirror and suddenly saw himself with white hair. "What the hell? How did you dye my hair?" "With the help of a hologram. We can modify things like hair and skin color. Just like we did Deathsworn Zed. Your friend will remember." "Yes, I do. We sat for hours until my hologram was perfect. After all, it was the value. Anyway, there are places where you can project your skin on you. Depending on what the Summoner wants. So your hair is not permanently white. Still, I have to say that it suits you."

Kayn knew Zed was grinning under the mask. "If so, I can keep my hair that day, to get used to it, of course." The stylists agreed. After taking some measurements from Rhaast, Kayn had to leave work. Together with Zed, he disappeared into their room. "God, the git may be exhausting." "Do not say I did not warn you." Zed closed the door behind him and then pulled Kayn to his waist. Kayn was so free and released Zed from his mask. And as he thought, Zed stood there grinning. "What's so funny?" "Nothing. You are just so incredibly beautiful with white hair. Have I ever told you that you are extremely changeable?"

Kayn returned his smile and kissed his lips briefly. "Do not think so. But I think it's pretty obvious. So what do you want to do tonight with white-haired Kayn? Is there anything concrete about you?" "Mmmmh ... yes. Staring for example. No, that was fun. I honestly feel the need to pull your hair." Kayn quickly learned that Zed was really up for it. Sometimes it was no problem, but in the long run, it could be annoying. His hair was not a dew. It hurt a bit somewhere, but today Kayn had a good day.

He led Zed to the bed and handed him one end of his ponytail. "What am I supposed to Kayn with? It is useless if you give yourself so easily. No, I want to do that spontaneously."He did not feel like fucking anymore. After all, he was not a doll that could be treated like dirt. Kayn uninvited his pants and went to bed. "What are you doing?" "Trying to pause. You can pull tomorrow spontaneously," Kayn replied with a sarcastic undertone. "Did I do something wrong? You sound so annoyed." "Yes ah! I do not want you to say that I surrender to you. I serve you, but I do not surrender to you. That sounds like I'm not up to you in a fight and that's complete nonsense and you know that. But I also do not want to find out who is stronger of us. It's only important to me that you consider me as equal. And just because you do not, we still did not have sex with each other."

"What's that supposed to mean now?" "That means you expect me to hold my ass off. I do not want that. Did not you even think about giving in?" Suddenly Zed opened his eyes wide. "You want something?! That your master puts his ass at your disposal? Is it still possible?" Kayn snorted involuntarily. "Exactly, that's what I mean. You play the master card constantly. You are my master, that's why I distribute the blowjobs for you. You're my master, which is why only I get hickeys and your skin stays flawless because I'm not allowed to. I have long been at the level of a master. The only reason you continue to be my master is that I want to be your heir. I have not been learning anything from you for a long time. That's why I expect a little more equality from you."

Zed looked at Kayn's description, just plain. He could not cope with the sudden change of mood. Kayn was not a diva, but he became sensitive to the subject. In recent weeks, it has always been 'Ah, you're Zed's student'. He also had a name. Kayn was tired of being in Zed's shadow. Although it will take time to persuade the others, at least Zed should consider him as an independent individual. But he could forget that, if Zed equates their professional status, the relationship.

"Kayn, now listen. I did not know that you felt that way. Of course, I consider you as equals. My choice of words earlier was unfavorable. Forgive me. But I really can not imagine being the passive one. That does not suit me and yes, you too. But I thought, if you love me, then you would be ready to make a higher sacrifice than me. And now please do not take that wrong. You are the most important person in my life. I can not go without you now. However, I still have a blockage. And I've never asked you to have sex. You are right that we do not evenly give and take in our relationship. I take too much. I promise you to pay more attention to it in the future. Nevertheless, I would never let me fuck you. Either you give in or we leave it. "

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sonofshin · 6 years ago

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Yún tightened the ropes around his bag. It was simple enough. Tough, blue fabric with simple embroideries of some clouds. He had, somehow, managed to pack it to the brim with everything he needed but still have it weigh no more than a few kilos. Something he could easily carry for hours. Which was good, because he would likely be searching for his friend for a few days at best. His scent trail was gone by now and he only knew about Yasuo that he was going south. He knew the environment well enough to guess which roads the ronin would take, but he still had to hurry before he would enter unknown territory.

“Come on, Wonton. I hope you are ready for a long, long walk.” He said. Now he just had to say goodbye to Mikya and Taohua. He trusted Ahri would be proud enough of him. The mèon brushed up against his legs, meowing softly. She’d done her best to help him pack and was confident she could follow her master.

He found Mikya with snow still melting on her clothes, sitting in the living room. She was cleaning her prosthetic when she looked at the dragon. “Are you leaving for somewhere?” She asked, tilting her head to the side to get a better look at his bag. Why would Yún, of all people, be leaving? He hadn’t received anything else to summon him for as far as she knew.

“Yes, that is exactly why I wanted to find you. I am planning to leave… For an indefinite amount of time. Maybe two days, maybe two years, who knows.” Yún shrugged.

The girl stood up, completely surprised with this revelation. “What? Why? Did something happen?”

“Nothing to worry about, Mikya. I’m planning to join Yasuo.” If the gods looked down on him favorably, at least. Who knows what the ronin’s reaction might be.

“Oh shit dude. Yeah I heard you guys had a fight. So you’re gonna go on a fools errand and try to win his heart back?” She approached and gave him a one-armed hug.

“Sort of, haha.” Yún responded, giving the girl a one-armed embrace as well. “I realized I was a lot more rude about the situation than I had at first thought. I really have to apologize. I can never find peace if I don’t.”

“Sounds legit. Hey man, the best of luck. Maybe I’ll run into you later. Make sure to keep him and his panties warm.” Mikya snorted, prodding Yún’s side with her elbow.

“I most definitely will.” And off he went. Searching for Taohua.

It did not at all take long to find them. It was as if they knew what he was doing. And slightly unsettling for Yún to see them in the hallway staring at him. Still, he approached them. “Where are you going, dearest?” The spirit asked, their voice still sweet as honey.

“Taohua.” Yún bowed. “Thank you for all the good care you have given me. I am truly grateful, and I will never forget you, or what you have done for me. But I need to leave. I need to grow up and see more of the world. More than just the villages and errands.”

Before Yún was fully done speaking, Taohua retaliated. “No, you will not.” Their tone was stern, their voice cold and hard. Yún felt a gust crawl over his back despite the absence of possible wind in the temple. “You will stay put, right here in the temple. You leave for a week on request of the elder and what happens? You get your back cut open. I lose sight of you for a mere minute and your life is in danger.” They almost growled at him. Like a mother having lost her patience. “You will not go after the ronin and that is final, LěngYún.”

He stood there, stunned. Looking at his parental figure with disbelief. He had never seen them so angry at one of his requests. They sent him out on errands all the time. What made this so different? “Taohua… I have to follow him. This is important. Not only to me.” Yún gasped. Surely Taohua must understand his plight. “I can not stay here forever! I’m sorry, but this has to be done.” He walked past them, through the doors, outside. Wonton followed suit. This was a decision he had to be bold in. Any hesitation could waste his chance to see his friend again.

As Yún approached the wall surrounding the temple grounds, he felt something off. He knew Taohua disapproved but ultimately hoped it was merely his imagination. His heart dropped as he stepped through the round entrance in the wall, only to find himself unable to proceed beyond that point. No, it couldn’t be. They were really going to go that far to keep him here? He set a few more steps, trying to break through the barrier. It would not budge. He was trapped on the temple grounds.

Yún turned to find Taohua at the temple doors, staring at him. “That’s enough, LěngYún.” Their eyes were focused on him and despite the difference in their height, Yún felt very small. “You will stay here, safe and sound, with me. It was Yasuo’s choice to leave you, you do not go after him. This conversation is over.” They turned their wheelchair around, leaving Yún defeated in the entrance.

#drabble #oh boy this is bad

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rosywrites · 7 years ago

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Songs of the Court, CH 4: Kindled Flames

Title: Songs of the Court (Royal AU) By: ArisuChanSenpai (Visit my blog for AO3 link!) Fandom: League of Legends Ship: Jhin x Sona

“Oh! Sona! Soraka!” Ahri called out to Sona, who was taking a stroll through the inner palace with Soraka, as she ran up to her. “Do you two have any plans today?”

A brief pause, and Soraka shook her head. “Not that we’re aware of. Did you want to go out into the city?”

“Yes! There’s this new shop full of cute little ornaments to put in your hair, and I thought it’d be nice to check them out with you two.” Ahri stepped back to examine Soraka and Sona. “I can definitely see the two of you with some of the stuff I’ve seen. We’d look fantastic together! So, want to go?”

Sona tilted her head in curiosity and nodded with a happy smile.

“Why not? The weather is nice today. A bit of fresh air could do us some good.”

Ahri grinned. “Awesome! Come on, come on, let’s go while the the day’s still bright!” She quickly ushered the two out of the palace, excitedly guiding them to the shop while gushing about what she’s seen. “Oh, and there’s this cute, ruby red hairstick I saw at the front that I think would look absolutely gorgeous on me. I think I might buy it if they still have any left.”

Ever since Sona had helped Ahri escape from the noble, the two had grown closer. Sona often found herself in Ahri’s company when there was nothing to do. At least, not when Jhin was free to visit the garden. But Ahri’s company was just as delightful, and she was happy to have made another friend.

“It’d be a wonderful addition to your look, especially during performances,” Soraka added, also receiving an agreeing nod from Sona.

“You think so too, right? Ugh, I’ve been meaning to get a new look since I came here.” She then turned around and held her arms out to present the newly-opened hair accessory shop. “Tada! What do you think?” The shop had boxes of different hair accessories displayed outside on tables. The inside of the shop contained even more intricate accessories decorating the walls and displayed in fancier boxes.

Ahri excitedly headed inside first with a box she grabbed from the front, while Soraka and Sona happily followed behind to look at the other accessories. Sona was looking at a box of hairsticks, wondering if any of them would suit her. She looked over to Soraka, who was holding golden hair cuffs in her hands. She approached Soraka and pointed at her cuffs.

“I thought they looked nice. They also seem simple and easy to put on, don’t you think?”

Sona nodded. She then looked at Soraka’s long hair, which reached down to her legs. She held up three fingers while pointing to the cuffs with her other hand.

Soraka laughed. “Yes, I think that’s a good number. Can you help me put on the first cuff? I can handle the last two.” She handed Sona one to cuff the middle of her hair. Once in place, Sona held up a nearby mirror for Soraka to see. “Hm, not bad! I actually like how it looks. It keeps my hair from scattering all over the place too.”

“That looks great on you, Soraka,” Ahri commented, hopping over with a carefully wrapped box in her hands. “You might even be able to wear that everyday, if you wanted to.”

“Oh yes, definitely.” She held up the price tag for one cuff and hummed in thought. “I have more than enough saved to buy three, at least. Though, I’m wondering if I should buy one or two extra, just in case I lose one.”

“Backups aren’t a bad idea, young lady,” the elderly shop owner said. “I used to lose one all the time when I was younger. They’re easy to misplace.”

“I suppose one or two wouldn’t hurt, then,” Soraka said as she picked two more cuffs into her hand. “I’ll take these, please.”

Ahri turned to Sona. “Anything that catches your eye?”

Sona opened her mouth as if to say something but quickly closed it into a pout, looking around. She shrugged, not having found anything she could use yet. She always wore her hair in twintails, and there weren’t much she could wear without drastically changing her hairstyle.

“Hush you. I’m sure we can find something.” Ahri looked around the shop with Sona, occasionally holding up an accessory to Sona’s hair, putting it back where it was, and taking her to another accessory. She skidded to a stop and backed a few steps as she spotted a red headpiece in a box.

The centerpiece was red with golden wire wrapped around the head. “Maybe…” Ahri picked it up and held it up to Sona’s head. “Oh? Excuse me, miss, can you tell me how to put this on?”

The shop owner approached Ahri and Sona and took the headpiece in her hands. “Ah, this one. I would say this is one of my finest works. This can work just by putting it on top of your head, but for you…” The shop owner rubbed her chin with her hand, examining Sona’s hair. “Would you mind sitting down for me, dearie? I have an idea that could work out.” She sat Sona down by the back in front of a mirror and started wrapping some of Sona’s twintails into buns and letting the rest fall to her back. She then fit the wire around the buns, keeping them in place, and clipped the side pieces on top of the rest of her hair. “How about this?”

“Ooh!” Ahri and Soraka hummed in interest. “That looks like a perfect fit! And you look so cute with the buns!”

Sona turned her head to the sides. Indeed, the headpiece really did look cute. In fact, she even thought it matched her hair and outfit quite well. But the price was… expensive. Even with her decent salary as a court musician, she didn’t have enough saved up to buy it. She sighed and shook her head at Ahri and Soraka, sadly smiling while pointing to her coin pouch.

Ahri and Soraka frowned. “Not enough,” Soraka confirmed. “Miss, would it be possible to keep this on hold for a while?”

“I don’t do holds, unfortunately, I’m very sorry. This headpiece is one of my finest handcrafted works, and it looks lovely on a beauty like you, dearie. But as there is only one of this in the shop, I do require the full payment.”

Oh well. At least there was something that suited her. Perhaps she can come back next time once she saved up enough. She carefully unclipped the headpiece, the buns falling into her twintails once more, and set it back in its box. She bowed to the owner and happily smiled.

“You are always welcome here, dearie. While I can’t sell this without the full payment, I will try to deter customers from this as long as I can until you come back. How about that?”

“Aw, you’re so sweet! That would be great, thank you!”

A satisfied smile graced the shop owner’s face. “You all come back soon,” she said as they greeted her goodbye.

“Hm, that’s a shame… It would’ve been nice if you got it,” Ahri leaned down to whisper, “Maybe His Highness would’ve liked it too.”

A light blush spread on Sona’s face as she softly smacked Ahri on the arm. She pouted when Ahri giggled. Ahri would never pass up an opportunity to tease her when it came to Jhin. She gasped in mock offense when Soraka started giggling too.

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t interested in such a development,” Soraka said. “Though, I do wonder. How did you come to like him? I rarely ever see you with him.”

“But he does talk to her more than he talks to any of us,” Ahri pointed out. She inched closer to Sona with a sly smile. “Are you sure you haven’t been meeting with him behind our backs?” She repeatedly tapped her lips with her finger. “Don’t tell me you were meeting him in his own room?”

Sona’s eyes widened and shook her head violently. She conveyed every gesture she knew that she would never do such a thing. Completely impossible. Never ever ever.

“Enough teasing, Ahri. I think we’ve done enough,” Soraka said as she laughed. Ahri only winked. “You’re not going to wear your hairstick? You seemed like you wanted to leave with it on.”

“No, not just yet. I wanted to show it off when Xayah was around, maybe make her jealous a little bit.” Ahri raised her brows up and down. “But then again, I don’t think she’s interested in this stuff.” She shrugged. “Oh well, I’ll still look good anyways. Let’s get going!”

Jhin was walking down the hall with papers in his hands as he intently read the contents. He sighed. There were more mysterious attacks in other villages closer to the forests and mountainsides. Were they wild animal attacks? Or stampedes? It couldn’t have been. The attacks seemed too precise, almost planned.

Not to mention, these attacks would happen right after the military would make their rounds. It would be a while before the military would visit again, so it was as if the attackers knew when they were leaving. And when the military would come to visit the attacked village, another would be attacked in the meantime.

But how? No one but the Council, including the Generals, would know about this.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks. His eyes left the papers in realization.

There was an infiltrator sending information about the military and village locations in the country. Somewhere in the palace. He squinted in suspicion. But who? An attendant? A noble? A soldier?

Or perhaps…

“Your Highness!” a voice sang. He looked up to see Ahri skipping over to him. “Where would you be heading off to on this fine day?”

“Ahri,” he greeted. “Is something the matter?”

Her fox-like eyes grew a little rounder as she tilted her head. “Not really. I was just curious.” They wandered to the contents of the papers, which were swiftly tucked behind Jhin’s back before she could read anything. “A highly confidential report, I see. How mysterious.”

“Yes, well, I do need to finish my paperwork, so if you’ll excuse me.” Jhin stifled a sigh, walking past Ahri and hearing her skippy footsteps behind him. He stopped and turned to her. “Are you sure there is nothing you need?”

At this, Ahri’s ears twitched. “I can’t hide anything from you, can I, Your Highness?” She took a step towards Jhin. “It’s just that you rarely ever visit us court musicians.” Another step forward. “You have yet to call us to play anything for you.” Another step. “Don’t you think it’s a little too useless of us to not play a single song for His Imperial Highness, unlike what His Majesty asked?”

Jhin held up a hand before Ahri took another step, stopping her in her place. “That was my father’s decision, his will. I simply do not know how to handle the responsibility of having you all under my authority just yet.” He stood still, observing Ahri’s stance. Her twitching ears. A sign of impatience. “That aside, you seem to have an ulterior motive. If that happens to be making advances on me, I would advise against it.”

The curl of a fox’s smile turned into a frown. Her ears still twitched. Her eyes began to glow. “Your Highness, where do you like to spend your free time?”

“What?” He looked up into her eyes, a mistake he should not have made.

Sona approached the hall where Jhin’s room was, not having seen Jhin in the garden today. Strange. He did say he would stop by later. Her instrument followed closely behind, the sunlight glinting off the golden frame. She turned the corner, only to back up upon seeing Jhin against the wall… with Ahri standing right in front of him.

Her brows furrowed. What was going on? She squinted to read Ahri’s lips, only catching “free time”. Jhin, meanwhile, seemed to be in a daze, his eyes fixated on Ahri. Dread pooled in her stomach. Something didn’t feel right. She felt like they were being watched. She leaned against the wall, not knowing what to do.

The sunlight from the instrument’s gold frame blinded her for a moment, averting her attention to the instrument. She gasped softly. That’s it.

Hair as black as the ink staining a calligraphy brush. Eyes as golden as parchment paper. White butterflies seemed to materialize into his vision like wisps of smoke. Ahri’s words continued to echo: “Where do you like to spend your free time?” He felt compelled to answer. How could he not, when her voice reminded him of a harmony of little bells?

Jhin opened his mouth to tell her what she wanted to know so much. “The one place I know no one sees me…” he started, “the g—”

Suddenly, the butterflies vanished like an extinguished candle. Something else was flooding in, clearing his mind of all he was seeing of Ahri. Music. The familiar plucking of strings that reminded him of dew sparkling on the grass after rainfall. He snapped out of his trance and pressed the back of his head against the wall once he realized how close Ahri was. He looked around, immediately looking at the corner where Sona was.

Ahri’s eyes glanced at the other hall, where she caught strands of brown hair hurriedly hiding behind the corner. She smiled when Jhin rushed past her. But her smile was full of regret and apology. Jhin’s gaze lingered on her for a moment more before he quickly turned the corner.

“Uh, what was that?” another voice sounded from the other side of the hall, opposite to where Jhin disappeared to.

“What was what?” Ahri asked back.

“Whatever that was. Kinda seems like we ran into some sort of shitshow.”

“Xayah, don’t start. Just don’t even say anything.”

“Man, even I could’ve done a better job charming the guy. You gotta work on your charming skills, Ahri,” Rakan commented.

Ahri’s ears twitched in annoyance. “Whatever. The moment’s passed. I’m going back to our chambers.” She proceeded to walk past Xayah and Rakan until Xayah grabbed her wrist. “What?” She didn’t receive an answer. Only a stare. “Hmph.” She shook her wrist out of Xayah’s grip and went on her way.

“What you thinkin’ about?” Rakan asked.

“She’s acting weird,” Xayah replied. “It doesn’t matter, anyways.”

Sona reluctantly followed Jhin to the garden, after he had requested her to follow him. She couldn’t tell what Jhin was thinking. But all she could think about was what was happening between Jhin and Ahri. What if she had interrupted something? They seemed to be having some sort of moment, right?

She was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she walked into Jhin’s back, Jhin having stopped in front of the garden. She rubbed her forehead and tried to strum an apology.

“It’s, uh, not what you think it was,” Jhin muttered. He turned around with pursed lips and nearly crinkling the papers in his hand. “Ahri, she is a, a Vastayan. Most Vastayans have this innate ability to charm others and use that to their advantage.” He slid his hand down his face, covering it with his hand. “I believe… I was being charmed to answer where I go to spend my free time.” He faced Sona and slightly bowed his head. “Thank you. If it wasn’t for your music, I would’ve made a mistake I can’t take back.”

Shaking her hands in a fluster, Sona gestured him to raise his head. Ah, so that’s what was happening. But why would Ahri want to charm Jhin into answering such a question? She didn’t know. Perhaps she could ask Ahri later.

Jhin opened the gate of the garden. “After you.” He entered the garden and followed Sona into his hideout spot. “I was wondering if I may ask you some questions about anything you might have seen in the palace. Something is concerning me, and I’m not certain if I can ask anyone else without arousing suspicion between everyone here.”

Curious, Sona tilted her head and nodded.

“And please, do not speak of this to others, even your friends.”

She smiled and cupped her lips to promise not to tell a soul.

“Fantastic. So, as I was saying…”

Later in the night, Sona had tried to approach Ahri to ask if something was wrong. But Ahri avoided her throughout the evening, disappearing as soon as she turned a corner. This time, she found Ahri picking up her pace down the hall of the garden. Sona pursed her lips, slightly lifting the hem of her dress, and ran as soon as her instrument swerved behind her. She grabbed Ahri’s hand and stopped her from going any further.

“What do you want from me, Sona?” Ahri asked with a hint of desperation. “Please, I don’t have time for this.”

Sona pouted, refusing to release her hand. With her other hand, she tried to tell Ahri everything she wanted to say. How she wanted to talk to Ahri, how Ahri won’t speak to her about anything, how she just wanted to know if Ahri was doing okay. She pointed to Ahri, then to her, and tapped her chest. Ahri was her friend.

Under the moonlight, Ahri’s eyes looked glassy. “You’re such a naïve thing, Sona.” Her voice was starting to shake.

“Do you like him?” Sona tried to convey, brushing her bangs back to look like Jhin.

Ahri snorted, chuckling. “I saw you in the other hall, you know. Remember what I said? That I want to root for you? I meant it, and I still do.” She gave Sona’s hand a squeeze. “What you saw back there, it wasn’t anything to betray you. Not you.” She leaned in closer, whispering, “Keep an eye on His Highness tonight. You have to—no, you must.” She opened her mouth to whisper a few more words.

Sona’s eyes widened and gazed at Ahri in worry. Ahri could only smile apologetically and give Sona’s hand another squeeze before letting go and disappearing behind a door to another hall.

“Sona?”

She jumped in fright when Jhin called her name from behind.

“Oh, I apologize. I didn’t mean to frighten you. What are you doing, standing out here?” She didn’t give him an answer, only a look of worry. “Sona?”

“If you want to keep him alive,” Ahri’s hushed warning echoed in Sona’s ears.

She shook her head to say it was nothing.

“Ah. Well, I plan on relaxing here for the rest of the night, since you helped me greatly with the report. I suppose you have plans for tonight also?” He went to go past the gate, but Sona’s grip on his sleeve stopped him. She tapped herself. “Oh, of course you may.”

Sona smiled and cupped her hands together. But her smile immediately turned into a frown as soon as Jhin turned his backside to her. Her eyes scanned the garden as she followed him into his hideout. Her instrument levitated still in front of her, her magic readily flowing into her fingers.

Jhin sat down by the tree while Sona took a seat near him instead of her usual seat beside him by the tree. The chirps of crickets filled the silence between him and Sona. Her actions were a little peculiar tonight, though not unprecedented. She seemed to be nervous, looking around her constantly. “You seem concerned about something. Care to talk about it?” he asked.

She clasped her palms together in front of her in apology and smiled nervously.

“It’s only us two. I doubt anyone would come by here at this time of night.” He paused. “Ah, no, I suppose Shen and Zed sometimes make their rounds here…” He leaned back against the tree. “Hm, I did let them know of my thoughts regarding the matter of an infiltrator possibly in the palace, so they might come by here after all.”

Sona was about to strum a reassuring chord, but something caught her attention. A sound. A rustle? No, a flap in the wind. Wings that were too big to belong to any sort of bird in this area. She stood up in suspicion, eyes darting around for the source of the sound.

Jhin also stood up. “Sona, what—”

His words were cut short when five blades struck his body. Two in his shoulders, two in his legs, and one into his lower abdomen. He collapsed onto the grass, blood beginning to seep into his robes. He saw nothing but white, searing pain.

In a panic, Sona knelt by his side and held his head up. She pulled a blade out of Jhin’s shoulders, only to drop it immediately as it cut her hand and numbed it. She looked down.

It wasn’t a blade, but a feather. A magenta feather. They started disintegrating into dust, leaving open wounds in Jhin’s body.

“Tch. Great, more trouble.”

Sona looked up at the roof of the hallway, holding Jhin’s quivering body closer to her.

Xayah and Rakan’s figures leaned against the edge of the rooftop, their faces dimly lit by the moonlight. Xayah stood triumphantly next to Rakan, her hand glowing with more feathers between her fingers. Her piercing yellow eyes met Sona’s.

Infiltrators. Ahri’s warning. Sona was starting to put the pieces together.

“Ready to dance?”

#league of legends #jhin x sona #jhinsona #jhin #sona #rosywrites #songs of the court

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taeslilbitch · 8 years ago

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Desire }} 3

"I'm just fucking with you , don't get all tough." Taehyung laughed as he looked to the other side.

"I think I should just leave. I can't be in any of help so I have no business here." I said as I stood up and looked at him.

Actually, I looked at his crotch, blame me all you want I don't know why I did that but my eyes just traveled there. Even thou his shorts were not tight , rather loose I could still see the dick print and it caught my attention for sure. I tried to shake all my thoughts away as I looked away feeling more than embarassed to look at him , especially after I felt like I've just saw his dick.

"Do you have something better to do? It 8pm Sora , let's have a cup of wine and then you can go. Ofcourse you could just leave right now.. suit yourself."

I stared at him for a few seconds thinking it all through. I knew I went wild when I was drunk and I know I had nothing better to do anyway. Jimin and Ahri were probably fucking and if I return home after half an hour I'd probably just ruin the moment. As I realized he was right , I sighed as I sat down feeling like I just lost a big game.

"Fine. Just one glass thoe." I spat as Taehyung smiled at quickly stood up.

And ofcourse it was just not one glass, I didn't realise how time have passed by and I sure as hell didn't count my glasses because damn girl I was starting to see Taehyung as a sexy , provocative piece of meat and right then and there I felt I had to leave because this wouldn't end well.

"Okay.. it was really nice talking to you , since you usually avoid me but I'd have to go." I smiled.

"I don't talk much when I'm not alone so .. that's why." He chuckled.

"I see." As I stand up but as soon as I stand up I swear the ground spinned so hard I felt like I was on a spinning wheel. I was about to fall eventually , when I felt Taehyung wrap his hands aroun my waist , hugging me , standing a inch away from my face.

"Ops , someone's tipsy." I chuckled as I realised what I've just said and I realised I fucked up.

"Are you okay? Are you sure you must go, I think it's gonna be better if you stay especially , in the state you are.." He said as he helped me sit back down on the couch and looked at me worriedly.

I blinked a few times as I tried to stand up but my legs were to wobbly and I knew I would fall. Shit , I fucking knew it , I never feel when I start to get drunk and I always end up fucked up , I just prayed I kept my pussy in my panties today because I'd regret it tomorrow.

"Damn it Taehyung," I spat as I looked at him and he looked completely fine , "what did you put in my drink?"

"Nothing , the hell?" He furrowed his brows.

"You look completely fine , and I'm fucked up." I said as I chuckled unwillingly.

"I just know when to stop drinking Sora, I didn't drug you ," he looked kind of annoyed , "who do you get me for?"

"Okay whatever, see now I am drunk if I say something , please let it slide okay.Forget I said it." I tried to compose my words as I knew the more I felt like falling asleep the dirtier my mouth was becoming , and I was getting sleepy.

"Okay , okay.. " He nodded.

"But know I want you to take me to your bed , because I can barely keep my eyes open, okay?" I said as I looked at him.

He just nodded , as he stood up and picked me up , carring me somewhere. While he did so , I stared at his face and I realised how fucking handsome he actually was and how fucking hot my hickey looked on his tanned skin , and ofcourse I had to say something ,

"Jeezus Taehyung you are so fucking handsome.. like wow. I'm amazed" I spat as I saw him laughing.

"Yea , thank you I guess."

"And your neck.. shit I'd love to suck every inch of it." Shut up Sora!

As Taehyung was carring me on his arms he looked at me with a serious yet lustfull expression , maybe it was the alchohol but he seemed aroused by my words. Which was arousing me somehow and .. I was just too drunk.A few hours later as I felt it , I was placed on his bed which was enormous as he sat on it looking at me.

"Are you okay? Do you wanna throw up?"

"Bitch, I don't spit. I swallow." I winked at him , surprising him with my words. Oh god, such an embarassment.

"Ookay , I'll get going then , you get some sleep." He said.

"But where are you going this is your bed , sleep in it. There's plenty of space." I said and probably looked serious because he seemed suprised.

"You want me to sleep here?"

"Yes of course. You should sleep on your bed even thou I'm here."

"But I can sleep on the couch.."

"No! I want you.." I gulped , "to sleep here."

Tae just nodded as he walked over the other side of the bed and hopped under the covers.

"Good night Taehyungiee~" I said in a playfull voice. "Don't try hump me as I sleep ,yes?" I said and he laughed once again.

"I won't." He said.

A few hours later I felt so sick , I opened my eyes widely and literally jumped off the bed. Even thou I was half asleep , half awake I managed to realise that I was not in my aparment and I panicked so much I suddenly sobered up , it was dark and I couldn't see shit so I just started wandering around , until a low grunt escaped someone's mouth mixed with my name ,

"Sora?"

When I turned towards the bed and saw someone lying there , I panicked 10 times harder. Since I was not in my right mind I couldn't right away recognize the incredibally deep voice so I almost shivered , I indeed did as it actually helped me realise I was completely naked in some stranger's bedroom. I saw the guy waking up , clicking the little night stand lamp as I imeddiatelly grabbed the covers he was covered with and wrapped them around my body , waiting to see his face atleast.

When the dime light showed Taehyung's completely sleepy face , I got 10 times more suprised and paniced. What the fuck was I doing in his bed in the middle of the night , naked? He on the other hand had the same clothes I saw him when I came on.

"What the fuck is going on?" He asked me trying to focus my frame because he was so sleepy.

"Taehyung , what the fuck is going on? Why am I naked? In your bed?!?" I asked paniced.

"Well.. " he ruffled his hair ," shit. I don't know why you are naked , you just started taking off you clothes saying you were too hot. And you got pretty wasted so I let you sleepover because I doubted you could get to your home safe."

"Fuck me , I got fucked up , didn't I?" I said as I felt a light headache forming in my head.

"Pretty much yea.." Taehyung said.

I facepalmed myself , as I looked around , "Where are my clothes anyway?"

"You threw them on the floor.." Taehyung stood up helping me find my clothes.

I was too fucked up even now to look for them so I just sat on a sofa , hugged by the warm blanked , waiting for him to get me my clothes. Completely forgetting I was missing my underwear too ,and completely forgetting I had my lace black underwear, until he hanged the strap of my bra on his finger with a smirk , coming closer to me.I got so embarassed I wanted to die,

"Don't look at them!" I jumped up as I snatched it from his hands.

"Then how should I find it?!" He rolled his eyes. "I've seen a lot of women underwear in my life , don't worry." He winked.

"Sure , you did fuckboy." I mummbled under my nose as I sat back.

"What?" He said from afar.

"Nothing , nothing."

Thank god the rest of my clothes were piled up so he brought them all in once , sparing me half the embarassment , I started putting on my clothes. I was done putting on my underwear and when I picked up my shorts , they were all covered in wine stains , damn it. I cursed under my breath as I picked up my top and realised it was literally ripped in half.

"What the fuck!" I exclaimed loudly , causing Taehyung to turn around and see me in my underwear.

"What is it?" He asked.

"Don't look at me!" I said bringing up the cover up to my neck again. "My clothes are completely trashed!"

Taehyung sighed as he stood up and walked into a room into his room , and then came out of it , throwing me a red oversized hoodie. Which to my non-surprise had a big curled up snake printed on the back and the small GUCCI letters under it. I had no other choice but to put it on , and to my luck it reached the half of my thights , which was long enough to keep my ass hidden.

"Thank you." I said as I smiled. "I'll wash it and return it tomorrow."

"It's alright , you can take it." He winked as he walked closer to me , staring into my eyes , like I was about to tell him something really interesting.

He took the covers from me and returned back to his bed , "I'm going to sleep. It's really late at night and I suggest you do the same , we'll deal with your clothes tomorrow morning , deal?" He said laying in his bed covering himself with the blanket.

I nodded as I slowly walked back to his huuge bed and hopped under the cover , as far away from him as I could , as I fell asleeep almost immediately.

** Tae's POV **

I woke up feeling thirsty as fuck. My throat was so dry I wanted to cry. I stood up and realised it was already bright outside , as the sun was warming up the room even more.When I turned to the bed , I saw the most beautiful scene I've seen in a long time. Sora was sleeping in my bed , on her back , my hoodie covering only her upper body , since it went up , when she slept , revealing her flat and sexy stomach , her extremely sexy underwear and her long and silky legs , which were slightly parted.

Shit , was she always this hot? I felt my dick hardening immediately just at this sight. I never paid attention to her , because I always had someone else in my mind , but today ,this moment I swear I'd kill to see it again. She looked really beautiful , even thoe her pitch black hair was all over the place , her body looked so sexy and perfect I fought really hard with myself , to not just fuck her while she's asleep.

I licked my lips as I went to the kitchen and drank some water. When I went back , she had turned more to my side so I just went to hers and laid back there. Which was a big mistake. A few minutes later she turned around , half of her body ending up on mine. And by half I mean , her arm over my chest , her thin waist against my side and her soft leg over my torso. Just when I thought about her torso , I realise I could feel her panties against my thight, since she was literally spread her legs over me.

I completely froze as I felt the soft fabric against my thight and I fought the urge to rape her I swear , my dick was already hard enough to destroy her tight pussy but I just couldn't let it happpen , not without her asking me. But on the other hand I couldn't help but move my thigh a bit , in an attempt to create some friction down there for her. When she moaned quietly almost at my ear , I knew I was gonna loose it if I don't do something this instant.

But since I had the best luck ever , she slowly pulled away , waking up. I tried to move away but not to sharply so she don't notice that we even touched. A few minutes later I turned towards her as he beautiful blue eyes greeted me , wide open.

"Hey." She softly said. "Damn , what a night." She laughed.

The morning was better. "Good morning." I smiled. Was she always this pretty? I see what Jungkook sees in her.

"I should get going thoe. Thank you for being so kind to me," She smiled as she quickly hopped of the bed , still dressed in my sweatshirt.

I swear seeing her beautifull legs and my sweatshirt on top , was turning me on even more. I had such a big errection I just couldn't stand up or she'd notice it immediately. Fuck.

She raised her arms to put her hair in a ponytail as my sweater went up just enough to let me take a peak of her plump booty , and I just bit my lip in attempt to not imagine things about her.

"Aren't you getting up?" I asked him , seeing he was still laying on the bed.

"In a minute .. I have .. um.. "

"Oh! OH!" I exclaimed as I placed my hand over my mouth , " Morning wood , yes. Sorry. I'll get out." I said as I laughed and walked out of his room.

Jeezus why was he so hot , when sleepy? I asked myself.

After an hour later I was already infront of my door , dialing the code. I hoped there was noone arond because I was freaking naked with just a oversized hoodie that covered most of my body , but still I was left in my underwear below it. I walked in as I took of the hood and the first thing that I saw was Ahri's smug face. As soon as she saw me , she began laughing.

"I can't belive this shit." She said as she laughed loudly.

"It's not even funny." I took of the only thing I've left - my shoes and walked inside the apartment , heading for the fridge.

"I guess it was a wild night." She said , still mocking me.

"You won't belive what happened. We didn't even hug so chill your hormones." I spat as I began taking out groceries to make myself a sandwich.

"What I know is that you left here looking completely normal and you came back ON THE NEXT day , with just his hoodie on , looking like a hot mess." She laughed , "You basically leave nothing to my imagination."

I sighed. "I know what it seems like , but I actually got mad shit drunk , ripped my clothes off and fell asleep in his bed. He was kindly enough to let me borrow his sweatshirt."

"Did you guys fuck?!" She asked.

"NO!?" I exclaimed.

"Okay I need you to sit your ass down and tell me exactly what happened yesterday. From A to Z," she insisted as she tapped the stall next to her.

I sighed as I looked at her and sat down. "Well , first .. I think I should tell you what happened the other day. When we all got to sleep in JK's house I still couldn't manage to fall sleep and I was obviously not the only one. Taehyung *texted me* in the middle of the night. It's wasn't anything special he mocked me for the hickey. I shut him off and tried to fall sleep yet I couldn't so I went to take a glass of water." I began telling her everything that happened in details.

"Oh my god , he wants to fuck you!" Ahri exclaimed.

"I think so too yeah.. the way he pushed me against the counter Ahri.. it made me super aroused I swear. And I never saw Tae in that way.." I said worriedly , "And then at his house.. he told me he didn't need *my* help because I was not strong enough , yet he invited me over a drink , and for reasons I can't quite express , I said yes and I got caught up in my shit and went completely overboard." I sighed in despair , "I ripped my clothes off , I asked him to stay and sleep next to me.. everything went wrong, yet he didn't even lay a finger on me.." Now that I said it out loud I actually realised that he was not that bad of a man , beause after all he had te oppportunity yet he didn't do anything about it.

"So.. how do you feel about him? Do you like him? 'Cause I can tell he feels someway towards you.." Ahri chuckled.

"No!Absolutely not. Why would I like him , what he did was just nice but not worth of me falling in love.. I doubt he likes me, I bet he's like this with all the girls around him." I nodded my head at myself.

"I doubt it but if you say so.. So are we telling anyone what has happened?"

"Absolutely not. I'd appreciate it if you keep Jimin shut because .. I doubt Taehyung would say anything , knowing how Jungkook would feel and shit.."

"Yea , I guess you are right. Well .." she suddenly pulled me closer and sniffed me , "Shit this smelss incredible! What is that guy using?!"

"I know right.. jeezus I feel like I was drugged it smells so nice , I don't even want to return it back to him.." I said.

"Then don't." Ahri winked.

The rest of the day we spent on watching movies and eating basically, waiting patiently for the night to come. When I caught up wtih Ahri she told me that we were actually going out today with the boys , because they opened a new bar downtown and we just had to check it out. I knew that it was about to be a long night because there would be drink involved and I was kind of nervous.Why? Because of Taehyung ? Why Taehyung you'd say? I don't know either. I just felt weird everytime I was about to meet him and it was starting to anger me.. I was not usually like that what the hell hapened?

"You ready to go?" Ahri asked me , as both of us were already dressed in our beautifull tight short back dresses.

"I am gonna regret this." I said as we walked out of the apartment.

#taehyung #taehyung smut #bts #bangtan #fanfic #scenario #taehyung scenario

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noxian-rose · 8 years ago

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✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?

the mun’s interpretation | (accepting)

I’m glad you actually sent this question because oh gosh my interpretation of LeBlanc has changed alot through the time I’ve written for her. When I was still holding away on making this blog, I wrote a lot of League fanfiction (and still do!), there was about two stories revolving around her and that’s where I began. She had no essence of the LeBlanc you may have seen me write now, and I failed to realize that until I had actually began roleplaying here on Tumblr.

Long post ahead, be warned.

@the-evolution-comes

To quote from my headcanons/ thoughts page:.

“ My first iteration of the Deceiver was sketchy to be quite frank, it wasn’t the vision of her that I wanted; she didn’t radiate a feeling of intimidation or possess that “I’m in control” attitude. If anything she was a lowkey cliche villain at first. In fact, the diction I chose for her was lacking flair, and didn’t wholly build her character the way it was meant to; she was so inappropriately happy/ evil at certain points that it was very off-putting“

I wasn't quite accustomed to writing for such an intricately woven character that was always one step ahead of everyone around her and possessed knowledge on nearly everyone around her so I naturally resorted to how I normally wrote villainous characters I had and well… the result was this:

“A knock on her suite’s door interrupted her thoughts, and Leblanc snapped away from her mind, summoning her clone to answer the door while she hid behind a piece of furniture– a habit of precaution she grew fond of over the years. The clone opened the door and she saw her ally greet her with a friendly smile.“Hello Swain, what made you decide to pay a visit to my quarters?” the clone asked, a teasing tone tainting her voice.”

“"How are you feeling?“

“Fantastic.” LeBlanc quipped sarcastically, rolling her eyes. She detested that question

.“What’s been meddling you this time?”

“Nothing” She knew he wouldn’t question her any further “Where’s that wily bird of yours?"”

“"Perhaps, but persuasion would be difficult. Katarina is stubborn. She might be a Noxian but that won’t be enough to sway her to our side.” Swain responded

“Mm true, give me a moment. I’ll prepare us some tea"He grabbed her hand, pulling her back.

"Tell me what’s wrong”

“Nothing” LeBlanc began to pry her hand away “Let go.”

“You can trust me.”“Can I really!?” she yelled.”

It was basically like I had just written the baseline of the character, but poorly executed in my personal opinion. Where is the touch of what we know as ‘ LeBlanc’? What happened to the plotting, the scheming, the analytical thinking? Have a few comparisons to how I currently write her:

“I am no accomplice to any of the others present here tonight. Those men can take other far more willing women to toy with” She replied smoothly “I am merely but a woman yearning for a diversion; Noxus life has it’s tendencies to get a bit mundane after spending a lifetime watching it’s murderous natures take a grasp on it’s people.”

“Darling, my magic operates far more differently than you may believe. It is not a simple muttering of an incantation or a short-lived spell.” The illusionist halted her pacing in front of Ahri, golden heels carving a small pattern in the dirt at her abrupt stop. “I do not want your material possessions, those are objects I’ve gained when your existence was nothing but a mere whisper in the currents of the future. “ Her head shook in a playful manner, as if the kitsune was nothing more than a mere jester at court.

Amber orbs sharpened themselves like a dagger, piercing through the woman’s fair features. “No, my dearest. I want your essence, the magic imbued within you; the power you use to garner the life of men as they crumbled before your beauty”

She reeled herself back on to his lap with a defeated slump and a soft sigh, closing her eyes at the sensation of the Grand General’s fingers combing through her deep violet locks. “But where is the joy in direct requests? My sweet Jericho, darling… Why don’t you humor me so if I’m as bland as you say?” Her mellow fingers cradled his cheek, bringing her face closer to his own.

“Unless… you’re afraid?”

TL;DR my way of writing her has changed tremendously after time of studying her a bit more, and I can’t say I’m dissatisfied but of course there is always room for improvement :>

#ask #(in a blink..ooc)#@the-evolution-comes

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pasteljeon · 7 years ago

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Serendipity

Summary: Sometimes, you think Park Jimin is better off without you. He thinks otherwise.

Pairing: Jimin/Reader.

Warnings: Bit of swearing, non-explicit descriptions of sex.

Length: 3.9k.

“What’s BTS?”

Those fateful words had propelled you into a world you would’ve suspected to be a part of a parallel universe if the days had not passed like usual and the picture on your screensaver had not disappeared, the texts you exchanged remaining in your SMS history and his sweet lilting voice continued to haunt your days through regular calls and spontaneous visits to your suite.

You were afraid to blink when you watched the dark-haired man smile at you, his eyes crinkling adorably as he bit his lip shyly.

You were utterly terrified at the idea that the past nine months had been a dream, a pleasant one at that, but the sorrow that would consume you would surely strike you dead.

If you had not been reassured by his words the night you finally managed to confess your fears, then the soft feeling of his plump lips against yours as he seemed to muster his courage and bashfully lean over the couch to kiss you, you would’ve chalked the whole year up to mere fantasies and girlish desire.

But no, you had been dating Park Jimin for nearly twelve months now and he never failed to set your heart aflame with anything and everything he said and did. He was two sides of the same coin, adorable and silly but somehow mysterious and sexy, with a body that he decided to seduce you with one night that eventually lead to immeasurable others, curling against yours in ways that have you gasping and squirming.

A smirk that left you breathless. A bright smile that left you warm and happy.

Yes, you and Jimin have been in a steadfast and loving relationship for nearly a year now. While it appeared to be smooth sailing for the most part, you had to admit there have been rocky times, close calls; moments when it seemed impossible to maintain a healthy relationship with one of the most sought for and famous member of an equally illustrious Korean boy bands fans from all over the globe worshiped, BTS practically a newfound religion of its own.

Especially under the consideration you were still a student, studying to graduate one of the best law schools in Korea. Scheduling time to spend quality time together was meticulously arranged and – sadly – more often than not consistently last-minute rescheduled by Jimin as opposed to yourself, although never for a personal reason. Idol life was difficult and demanding and you had always been understanding of his struggles.

You had found yourself drawing closer to the ebony-haired artist, rushing over in the early hours of the morning when he fought his demons, his insecurities clouding his thoughts and starving his core until you arrived with hot compresses and soothing touches. I’m sorry, he’d whisper as you stroked his dark tresses rhythmically. He buried himself in your chest as his body shuddered and his lip bled from the excessive amount of force he tugged his lower mouth with in an effort to refrain from letting his tears show.

Don’t ever apologize for being human, you’d answer sternly but softly. His breathing finally evened out and he slowly drifted to a peaceful slumber, snuggled close and you continued to cradle him in your lap, humming under your breath.

Park Jimin loves you. He tells you this one such night. He sits up, chocolate orbs shimmering with unshed droplets but burning bright as he holds your gaze steadily.

“I love you, Y/N,” he says quietly. He squeezes your hands as he waits patiently for your response. You blink rapidly, heart bursting as you whisper, “I love you too, Jimin.”

“I have loved you all this time. You know that, right? You must know that,” Jimin rasps, taking your hand and pressing it against his chest, his own heart pumping in a flitting pace as he breathes. He looks at you earnestly. “I promise to cherish you. I promise I’ll treat you right.”

“Please,” the dark-haired idol says softly. “Be mine.”

“Okay,” you say breathlessly. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he whispers against your lips as he bridges the gap and kisses you tenderly, running a tongue over your seams and the two of you engage in a fervent battle for dominance.

Jimin trails a series of open-mouthed kisses down the length of your slender neck. You arch your back as you press yourself closer to him, tilting your head to give him a wider expanse as you struggle to regulate your breathing.

“I love you,” he murmurs again before locking himself against you, his kisses deeper and harder as he leans over your body, pushing you gently into the mattress as you let out a soft moan.

“Jimin,” you gasp, fingers scrunching the fabric of his long-sleeved black shirt as you writhe beneath him.

“Y/N,” he groans, releasing your lips with an audible pop and resting his forehead against the curve of your neck as he tries to reel himself back in.

Needless to say, that was the first of the many nights the two of you were kept occupied by thoughts of each other, and it was a test as to see who would snap first.

Jimin had lost. He ravished you against the wall and blushed heavily as he stumbled over himself to apologize for his lack of manners the next morning, but you had been anything but disappointed. You glowed with pleasure. He would’ve died a happy man right there and then looking at the affectionately soft smile you gave him in response.

Despite the rollercoaster of emotions, the love between the two of you was undeniable and your bond resilient. Nothing could break the two of you apart.

You were destined for him. He just knew it.

His band mates were beyond ecstatic for him, knowing how good you were for him and taking a liking to you immediately when Jimin had first introduced you. You had a fiery passion, silver tongue, intelligence and kindness that put the sun to shame. Park Jimin had finally found the love the boys could only dream of and they did everything and anything they could to help the two of you, often sneaking him out to meet you during breaks and smuggling you in. BigHit had found out not soon after, however, and after numerous meetings with their board of directors and BangPD himself, they had issued you your own special admittance card, allowing you to freely drop in whenever you desired.

It was a milestone in your relationship and the eight of you had gone out for dinner to celebrate.

Everything seemed to settle after, a sort of lull that has you slightly suspicious. It was like the calm before the storm, something unsettling lingering but would not materialize for the life of you.

It revealed itself only weeks following the festivity.

“I’m really happy for you things are working out well,” your long-time companion says one afternoon, the two of you crowding around your work table in the middle of your living room, textbooks scattered around the carpet and loose papers crushed under the weight of the pillows on the couch.

“I sense a ‘but’ in that sentence,” you say, raising an eyebrow.

“But,” Ahri emphasizes, “How long can this continue for?”

“Is this realistic, is what I mean,” she amends at your puzzled look. “He’s an idol, with millions of followers, half of which are likely to go ballistic once they realize he’s taken. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?”

“I do,” you agree slowly. “We’ve talked about it and that’s the obvious reason as to why we’re keeping everything so tightly under wraps and taking every precaution possible to prevent leaks.”

“It won’t matter though, in the end,” Ahri says softly. Her cocoa irises contract as she looks at you sympathetically. “Even if the public doesn’t, how much longer can you keep up the charade? Don’t you want to hold his hand in public? Kiss him whenever and wherever you’d like? How realistic can such a closed relationship be?”

“What are you saying?”

“What I’m really asking is can you truly be happy like this? This might seem perfectly tolerable for the first couple of years, but it’ll wear on you quickly. How long can you endure this? Are you still going to be okay with never being able to declare him taken for the next ten years? To never be able to see him outside of the five minutes or three months out of the twelve when they’re in between work?” The strawberry-blonde asks you gently. “Can you truly be happy with Jimin when he’s a famous artist and you yourself are pursuing such a strenuous career of your own?”

“I know all of this,” you exhale, running hand through your chocolate tresses as you pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail. “And I don’t know the answer to that. I wish I could say yes without a doubt, but it’s been haunting me just as much as it’s been worrying you,” you admit grudgingly.

Ahri wraps an arm around your shoulder as she rubs your arm comfortingly.

“Just think about what you really want out of this,” she advises gently.

You give her a nod. “Yeah,” you breathe. “Okay.”

She drops her arm with a sad smile and the two of you return to your studies.

The topic isn’t broached again.

And she’s right. The rollercoaster takes a sharp turn and descends, a continuous plunge that doesn’t seem to have an end, the feeling of your heart in your throat now a constant cohort.

The comeback is in a week and Jimin seems to have disappeared into thin air. He doesn’t answer any of the texts you send, your daily morning and night messages dwindling upon the lack of response until you stop sending anything altogether. Somehow, you maintain contact with the remainder of the boys who, in contrast, text you regularly and keep you updated, insisting the dark-haired idol works harder than any of them, exhausted beyond belief every night, dropping dead as soon as he hits the bed. You don’t doubt that is the truth; Park Jimin pushes himself to the brink of insanity and still he drives further. You love him for his passion.

Instead, you ponder over Ahri’s argument. Uneasiness that twists in your stomach into tight knots of discomfort. You’ve always been afraid you’ll never be good enough for him; can a simple, studious but confident girl fit such a sexily innocent beautiful man of countless talents?

Who never loves himself the way he deserves to be loved?

Could you ever be enough?

Can you dare to believe you could be?

Your nights turn sleepless. Staring at the ceiling blankly, mind whirling, you find you’ve you eventually developed insomnia from the nightmares that more often than not plague you. Jimin is now hardly ever there to comfort you, to hold you during your darkest moments anymore, their September comeback looming more ominously than ever. The boys exerting themselves beyond belief, over the twelve hour limit management had set for them. Instead, you opted to visit as frequently as you could, dropping in with snacks, drinks and food during breaks, the members always turning to you with tired but happy beams upon seeing you, accepting your offerings gratefully.

Your uncertainties result in deep dark circles underneath your eyes and a weariness that seems to consume you. You don’t realize it’s that imminently conspicuous until Jimin takes notice despite his hectic schedule and he pulls you aside, wondering what’s wrong with a soft voice.

“Have you not been sleeping well?” he asks, eyebrows knitting as he thumbs your circles with a finger lightly and you merely shake your head, pushing his hand down gently.

“I’m okay,” you tell him. “Finals are coming up. It’s just stress. I’m more worried about you.” You trace the strong line of his jaw as the dark-haired idol breaks into a smile.

“I’m fine. Hobi-hyung has been working harder, honestly,” Jimin answers but you’re already shaking your head, lips pursed wryly.

“Everyone knows you’re always more invested than you think you are,” you say, stroking his damp cheek fondly. “I just wish you’d see it too.”

“What about you? Are you sure you’re okay?” he presses.

“I’m okay, Chim Chim.” Your smile is always genuine with him and he takes the hand resting against his face and turns your palm up to kiss it gently.

But you’re not and he knows it. He knows it but doesn’t push you. Jimin draws you in and cradles you in his arms as he kisses your head, body sweaty, his shirt clinging to him and he smells like masculinity and lavender. You sigh in contentment as you nuzzle his chest, his embrace warm and comforting. He holds you for a long time until Hoseok reluctantly calls him over to return to their practice.

Jimin releases you slowly and your eyelids flutter shut as he presses his lips against yours softly, moving against your mouth slowly as he breathes you in.

“I love you,” he murmurs.

“I love you too,” you whisper. You watch him go with unreadable eyes as he throws one last backward glance at you, amber orbs filled with concern. You give him a little shooing motion with a small smile. He looks mildly relieved, waving back at you before jogging back to the studio.

You notice the way he fits so perfectly with the boys who meld him easily into the group as they head towards the practice room, chatting cheerfully. Taehyung and Hoseok are teasing the ebony-haired mochi who ducks his head, slapping the former on the arm and scolding the latter. You imagine his cheeks are flushed but his eyes are bright, as they always are whenever you are brought up. Taehyung hugs Jimin tightly as they awkwardly penguin-waddle along, Jungkook mimicking him along the way, Jin’s signature windshield laughter ringing through the dorm.

You slip out the door before they can turn around and see you off.

You call him a few days after, their schedule now beyond packed, their album finished and ready to drop within the next few days, last minute details to work out as they prepped for their first stage of the season.

Jimin’s phone seems to be permanently absent, but you’re dreadfully surprised when he answers your call on the first ring.

“Jagi,” he says breathlessly as he picks up. “I’m really sorry, it’s been so busy lately. I can’t talk long, I snuck away when I heard the ringtone.”

“Hey,” you said softly. “I just wanted you to answer one question.”

“What is it?”

“Where do you see yourself in 10 years?”

There is a short pause.

“Doing what I love, I hope,” he says slowly. “Singing and being a part of BTS has been such a big part of my life, it’s hard to imagine me without it, without them.”

“I see,” you answer thoughtfully.

“Ah, I need to go now,” he says apologetically and you hear the ringing shouts of the boys who are searching for their missing vocalist.

“Go,” you urge him. “Good luck.”

“Thank you,” he says quietly. “Your support means everything to me.”

I’ll always support you, you think. Just not like this. Not anymore.

You know his line of work means everything to him, just as your passion fuelled your own. It’s unfair to ask any more from him. To ask anything at all, really.

But then is it fair to yourself, living this kind of life? With someone who’s under the scrutiny of the international music market, hatred bound to accumulate sooner or later, as soon as your relationship is exposed, at any given moment in time? How much would either of you have to suffer when it does? Because it’s no longer an if, it has always been a when. It’s unavoidable with his career and it could ruin you both.

You want this to end before you fall in love with him any deeper than this. Anything more than this is torture.

The comeback has passed and it is a few days following the concert. You attended, knowing it would be your last. Any benefits that came from your relationship with the BTS member will end once the night is over. You wanted to see him one last time in the VIP box, up closing, knowing you will never be able to attend another Bangtan performance again. His eyes never strayed from you. His winks and smirks, tongue teasing and body rolls were all for you. And you gave it your all, cheering and jumping in your place as you sang along with them, tears springing to your eyes as you watched him live the dream he’s always scared of losing.

The ring of the doorbell startles you as you make your way slowly to the door.

“Jagiya,” Jimin beams, wrapping you in his arms without hesitation as he presses his lips against your julgar.

“God, I missed you so much. It was driving me crazy, knowing you were there but I couldn’t touch you,” he groans, slanting his head as he kisses you deeply. You’re unable to resist, knees weak against the fervor the now-light-haired singer displays.

“Jimin,” you whisper, indulging in the butterfly kisses he offers you, caressing your lips softly before he draws away.

“I … I have to talk to you,” you hesitate. His eyebrows knit as he tilts his head in confusion. You hate the sheer amount of adorableness that emanates from him. You tug him towards the couch, sitting him down but remaining standing yourself.

“I think,” you close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I think we should break up.”

Silence. Your clock ticks in the background and the tension begins to thicken.

His voice cracks. “W-why?”

“You deserve better,” you say, curling your fingers into a fist so he doesn’t see the way your hands are trembling. “We both do. We’re not sustainable. It’ll only bring greater heartbreak if we keep walking down this path. We don’t fit well together. It’s better this way.”

“Who gets to decide that? You?” Jimin is barely breathing, voice hoarse and anger rising in his tone.

“I know I’m being selfish,” you whisper, “But I want you to let go. It was beautiful while it lasted, but we can’t last forever. You know this too, in your heart.”

“Why?” Jimin rasps, and you angle your body away, turning from him, unable to bear looking at the broken gaze he must be sporting. It would shatter you too. “What brought this on? I thought we were fine, I thought everything was okay, w-what happened?”

You try and pull yourself together, gripping your elbows as you shake your head. “Nothing,” you say softly. “I just woke up one day to reality.”

“You said you didn’t care whether or not I was an idol,” he’s on his feet, standing dangerously close to your as he rests his hands on your curve of your hips. “Was that a lie? Was I only good for my fame and money?”

“No! Don’t be an idiot! I still couldn’t care less!” You burst out, whirling around with liquid eyes that glare at him furiously. “This isn’t about what you chose. This is about how much it means to you! BTS is everything to you and like hell I’m going to take that away from you! We’re risking so much by being together and I’m not going to let you throw everything you’ve worked for out the window because of me!”

“I don’t care,” he breathes, stepping closer. “I chose you and I would choose you again and again. No matter how many times it takes. You’re my everything. Yes, BTS is my family but you’re that and so much more. You’re different.”

“You’ll find someone,” you whisper, breath hitching as you touch his cheek lightly. “You’re so good, so beautiful. Someone will be right for you. I’m not.”

“Don’t do this,” Jimin is slipping. The cliff is hovering dangerously near and he’s deliriously padding near it. Hurtling towards it. He can no longer think rationally. He’s losing you. He’s losing the one thing in the world that meant more to him than his brothers and his music, his dancing. “I don’t want anyone else. I want you!”

Your lips are pressed in a thin line as you slip from his grasp, hands shaking as you grip the hem of your sweater, back turned to him once more as you put a few feet between the two of you.

“Y/N! Y/N, please!” His arms wrap around your torso, effectively stopping you in your tracks as he falls to his knees in front of you. He presses his face against the cotton material of your shirt.

“Please don’t leave,” Jimin whispers brokenly. “Please. I love you so much. I don’t want to lose you. Please.”

Your heart aches unbearably, feeling it splinter into a million, unsalvageable pieces and you can feel his tears stain your shirt, the way his lips tremble as he speaks.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out. “I have to. This is the right thing to do. Before it’s too late and both of us fall into something we can’t reverse.”

“I don’t care what happens,” he pleads. “I just want you. I need you.”

“Please, Jiminie,” you whimper, clutching at your chest, above your heart that seems to have stopped beating altogether. “Don’t make this any harder.”

“I’ll do better,” he begs. “I’ll fix everything you’ve disliked about me, I-I…” A strangled sob bubbles from his throat.

“God, please,” Jimin moans, his body visibly shuddering as his tears soak into your sweater. “What have I done to deserve this? I just … I-I just w-wanted her…”

“Jimin, no!” You cry out, twisting around and throwing your arms around the golden-haired boy who looks and feels like a mess, tears falling in the earnest now, his fingers trembling as he grips you, pulling you inexplicably closer, chest heaving as he rocked on his heels.

“Please,” he mumbles against your skin. “Please, please, please … tell me this is a d-dream…”

“Oh, Jimin,” you whisper, drawing him tighter around you as you close your eyes, eyelashes wet. “I just want the best for you…”

“D-don’t!” Jimin chokes, clutching at you firmly. “Don’t just go ahead and decide that for me. That’s my choice! And I choose you! S-so please … stay with me. Please.”

You struggle to breathe properly, inhaling the sweet scent of your mochi boyfriend who is a blubbering mess beneath you, although you have to admit you’re in an equally bad shape.

“Please,” he murmurs, nuzzling you neck as he presses soft kisses down the column of your throat.

“Okay,” you whisper. His arms tighten around you and you feel new dampness coat your skin as his entire body quivers.

“Oh, thank God,” Jimin sighs faintly.

“God, I love you so much,” he buries his head on your shoulder as he shivers. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Chim Chim,” you say softly, lifting your head and molding your lips against his slowly, a tender apology in which he accepts eagerly, pressing a hand against your lower back as his other hand comes around to stroke your hair gently.

“I’m sorry,” you say breathlessly as you break away. His amber orbs glow in the dim lighting. “You’re the one for me,” Jimin says firmly, leaning forward to kiss you deeply, twisting his tongue around yours wickedly as you squirm lightly where you sit, straddling the golden-haired idol.

“The universe demands it,” Jimin murmurs against your lips. “You are me and I am you.”

“Always,” you breathe, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifts you easily in his arms, never breaking the connection as he walks towards the bedroom.

“Just let me love you,” he whispers.

And you do.

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Season 7, ( Malzahar/Kassadin )

It's a grand time, at the party of Season 7. "Kat, check this out." Talon says to his step-sister, and the female raises a brow in question as he hauls his body over a table, and ultimately trips over his cloak and falls face flat on the floor. "Parkour." Comes his muffled reply. Katarina laughs. The ADC's will be terrified, shivering in the corners and screaming for their supports. Their supports will have to carry them much harder now. That's what you get when you don't pay respects to the Support God, ADC's. The floor and tables are littered with empty bottles of liquor, and the stench is strong in the air. Ahri has an arm around a fellow assassin, Akali, the pair are both stumbling as they'd giggle in hysterics over nothing. And Kassadin is sandwiched between Syndra, and the Prophet, Malzahar. He doesn't exactly understand why the woman is doing here, her guild house was across the street, the Mage class. But his thoughts are interrupted when a snore erupts from the Sovereign's throat, and a trickle of her saliva and blue sliver of mana potions dribble down her chin. The Void Walker presses himself against Malzahar a little bit more, to avoid touching the latter. Malzahar is also apparently drunk, his eyes are clouded over, with an empty mana potion in his right. The liquid was banned off the Rift, but the Institute brought them back just for the sake of celebrating a new terrible season. Kassadin had some alcohol himself, just a corrupting potion, well- maybe a few of that. Some people get up from their seats, presumably to get to a room and get it on. Though some are just making out in plain sight, Kassadin thinks to himself in disgust as the sounds of sloppy kissing reaches his ears. He makes his way to the bathroom but now until the words of, "Oh, fuck me Shenpai!" reach his ears. The man heaves a sigh, and locks the door behind him as he gazes over his own reflection in the mirror. His face wasn't that pink, he looked decently sober. He turns the faucets, splashing his face with some of the cool water before looking up again- just to see a certain assassin in the room, behind him. Kassadin whips his head around to glower at Malzahar. How the hell did they get in? He locked the door. Oh god, the corrupting potions he consumed earlier must be affecting his mentality. "Get out, Prophet." Malzahar doesn't say anything, their expression veiled by their cowl and hood. "Get out." Kassadin tries again, and his tone is unamused, tired of the seer's antics. "Do you want the bathroom? Then I'll leave, otherwise, get out." He says impatiently, and he hears a small whine emit from the other. "No...." "No what?" "Say my name, then I'll leeeaave." "Malzahar, get out." "Say it nicely, Kass." "...Malzahar, please leave." "Kiss me, then I'll leave." The edges of the Void Walker's mouth twitches, as he'd try not to blast a null sphere through the head of the seer right now. Then he finds the Prophet hugging his legs with their arms as they'd then holler, "OO, harder daddy Kass!" Kassadin's mind whirled. The fuck? And, apparently, someone had heard the two, and a knock sounded on the door. "If you're going to bang, do it somewhere else, not in the bathroom." So the pair leave, only to be dragged to the center of the room by an Ahri. "We're playing spin the bottle!" Kassadin tries to deny, but Ahri doesn't take no for an answer and purposely seated the man next to the Prophet just for revenge purposes. The man swears under his breath, but Malzahar catches it, "What's that? Fuck me?" They giggle snidely, leaning against the man's side. "Am I going to get my kiss?" The seer puckers their lips while Kassadin gives a roll of their eyes. "No." Malzahar frowns, huffing and returning back to their seat on the floor. "I'm going to get it in the end." Kassadin doesn't have any time to retort when someone shouts, "Vladimir spin!" The hemomancer does, and it lands on Malzahar. Kassadin doesn't need to watch this, but his ears can't block out the sounds. Sounds of sloppy kissing and soft moaning. The pair return back to their rightful spots, and Malzahar flashes a smile at Kassadin. He pretends not to notice that, averting his gaze onto the bottle. Malzahar laughs lightly, and as it being his turn- he spins it. Inevitably landing on someone, who happened to the Void Walker himself. Kassadin flares, "I'm not going to-" Too bad that the pair sit so near each other. Malzahar is on him at once, a hand settled at his neck while their teeth could clack together in their kiss in haste. Kassadin groans, and his hand finds purchase in the Prophet's hair as he'd tug harshly to tilt the male's head backwards for his teeth to nip their throat. Malzahar vibrates against him, his frame shaking with pleasure at each of the bites. But all fun ends eventually, by the comment of Pantheon, "My spear is hard." Kassadin shoves the Prophet away from him in a blur of anger and embarrassment. How had he lost his control? The man is then painfully aware of how aroused he was by that kiss, and his slight erection emphasizes his point. He hadn't kissed anyone like that in ages, since he was inverted to the man he was today by the Void. Malzahar licks his lips, a hand sliding across his mouth to wipe away the excess saliva. God, how sexy it was when Malzahar licked his lips like that. The game goes on, with many highly aroused in the end. Kassadin is picked a couple more times, each of his kisses lacking the fire he had with Malzahar. He hated that thought. The game eventually ends, and the man is relieved. It's nightfall, he realizes as he peers out the window, and he decides it's time for bed. He wants to sleep off the events that happened today, especially the thing with Malzahar. He strips out of his League regalia, and the room's cool temperature hugs his frame. A prickling sensation at the back of his neck, hesitation, but he turns his head sideways to spot Malzahar from the corner of his vision. He startles, bumping his head against the wall, and Malzahar laughs lightly. How the hell do they...? "Kass, c'mere." "I'm okay."

"No, come here."

The Prophet says this deviously, and Kassadin is very uncomfortable. "Get out of my room." He gestures a hand to the door, awaiting the other to pick themselves up and leave. However, Malzahar only snickers. "I know what you really want, Kassadin." Their name rolls of his tongue smoothly, and the man finds himself somewhat entranced by the other's voice. How had he wound up in the arms of the Prophet? How bright their eyes shone in the dim of the dark. How their mouth screams his name over and over. How their nails scratched his back, leaving stretches of angry red lines. How it made him feel so disgusted with himself. But he enjoyed every moment of it. Malzahar's soft breathing and the slow rise and fall of his chest is the only motion in the night. Kassadin has his arms propped behind his head, eyes just contently staring at the ceiling, light just beginning to peek past the curtains. Not like he would see Malzahar again after this, it was just a fling, like what the Prophet always had with others. Kassadin's eyes flutter close, only to be snapped open again as the Prophet stirs besides him. His pupils are iridescent in the dark as he shifts, from blue to purple, it's a pretty sight. Malzahar presses himself against Kassadin closer, breathing in their scent before exhaling small breaths. "Don't leave." He says, and Kassadin says nothing. "Let's shower together."

"No more sex."

"You jump to conclusions too fast." Malzahar mumbles, but Kassadin gets up anyway, and the seer follows suit into the bathroom. It's quite small, just the toilet, sink and shower all packed together tightly in the small room. He wonders if there's even any room for them both to fit. But he's dragged in, settled under the cold water of the shower head and Kassadin shivers while Malzahar smiles. It's a short moment of quiet, just the Void Walker running his fingers through the latter's hair, rinsing them with shampoo and condition. The action is reciprocated towards him, and Malzahar comments, "Your hair is so looong." His fingers tread through the man's thick locks of raven hair, some streaked with gray of his aging. "You don't like it?" "No... I like it. Just saying it's long." They get out. They dress up. They bade their farewells. They go their separate ways. Except for Kassadin, he's alone in his room now, just pondering on the night before. A small note catches the corner of his vision. It's obviously by Malzahar. "Will you go to the next party celebrating Warwick's update? :) " Kassadin snorts, he was never one for parties. This was the first he went to, but hell- wouldn't hurt him to go to the next one. Kassadin just hopes Malzahar wouldn't be rougher in bed next time.

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