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v1olent-l1ttle-th1ng · 2 months ago

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Weekly Empyrean/Onyx Storm Theories Week 5: Dragons

To preface, this is definitely a little unhinged. I’ve had this thought since reading Fourth Wing for the first time, and actually recently discussed it with someone else, BUT what if the dragons are actually bad???

Hear me out. We learn from Felix in Iron Flame, that dragons use the power of the earth (just like venin do), to help power their magic. If drawing from the Earth makes venin venin, how come dragons can do it? We also learn in Chapter one of Fourth Wing, from the Fables of the Barren, that you can’t draw power from the Earth, WITHOUT being bonded to a dragon. The Fables of the Barren is also mentioned to “demonized dragons”. If everything else in the book is true, why would that be any different? Jack also says in Onyx Storm, “You conveniently see me as the villain, but you’re bonded to two”.

We learn when we meet the irids that their “breed is born for peace, not violence like the others.” They tell Andarna, “You were left behind as the criterion. The measurement of their growth, their ability to choose tranquility and harmony with all living things. We’d hoped you would return to tell us the humans had evolved, and that they had blossomed under the wardstones and NO LONGER USED MAGIC AS A WEAPON, but instead you have shown us the opposite.” Then they say, “and dragonkind has not learned their lesson either.” What lesson are they taking about? Are they using magic as a weapon? The irids continue, and we learn, “You have weaponized your magic. You’ve become the very thing we abhor, the HORROR WE FLED FROM.” If it’s true that the irids left 600 years ago, and 600 years ago was when the first battle with General Daramor and the venin took place, then is this the horror they fled from? Did the dragons (mainly the emperyean) do something bad? You’ve become the horror we fled from. Interesting. The irids continue talking and Andarna asks, “Do you not care that people will die?” To which the irids respond, “Perhaps they should. Perhaps the corrupted ones should devour the land in its entirety. Only when they’re faced with starvation will they confront the evil they’ve become. Either they’ll die off and the land will regenerate, or they’ll confront the abominations they’ve become and change.” What if “the corrupted ones” in this scenario aren’t the venin, but the Empyrean dragons. The irids say that “their offspring could evolve, perhaps”, as an answer to how they’ll change. Then, Andanra asks “is that the dark wielder’s cure, to evolve?” To which the irids respond, “there is no cure.” SO, when the irids say that “they’ll confront the abominations they’ve become and change” but then go ahead and say “there is no cure (for the dark wielders)”, what if they’re talking about the DRAGONS changing, since the dark wielders can’t evolve. I know that’s a whole ton of info, but I think it makes sense. The whole dragons relying on Earth magic, while venin turn evil doing the same thing, has never sat quite right with me. Why is it ok for dragons to do it, but not people???

ALSO, at the very end of Onyx Storm when we find out Panchek is the one who’s been helping the venin, Berwyn stabs his dragon with an alloy hilted dagger. Xaden is shocked and thinks “Berwyn just killed a dragon with a dagger. How the fuck is that possible?” Maybe because the dragons steal the magic from the ground just like the venin, and can therefore be killed in the same way.

To summarize, I think all the dragons initially drew power from the sky. Something happened in the venin war, which caused them to drain from the earth instead, prompting the irid’s to leave due to them disagreeing. Thus giving the dragons and the venin the same power source, and similar qualities.

For example:

-They are completely powerless on the isles, because the land has no magic, whereas the irids are just fine. Same as how they are completely powerless on land that has already been drained, just like the venin.

-They can be killed by alloy daggers, just like the venin.

-Andarna’s fire is the only dragon fire able to scorch the venin, because it comes from a DIFFERENT source than what’s powering them.

-The Irid’s also say “dragonkind has not learned their lesson, either.” Because they’re obviously still using the WRONG magic source.

Some more thoughts that I don’t really know what to do with but also support this theory:

-When they fly to the isles for the first time, and Tairn starts losing altitude, he tells Violet “We draw on magic for strength. I hadn’t realized how dependent we truly are.” Interesting.

-When they’re on the isles, Tairn tells Violet “Andarna shows no sign of trouble”, supporting the ‘drawing from the sky theory’ and then says “I am cut off from my source of power and strength.” Again, cuz it’s coming from the ground.

-In Onyx Storm, when quest squad is resting in Zehyllna before leaving the next morning with Trager and Sila’s bodies, Violet is thinking about how they haven’t found the irids, how Melgren will be furious and how they “Could lose the war to the dark wielders.” Tairn replies, “At least we’re already in with the enemy.” At the time, we’re assuming he’s talking about Xaden, but Tairn is groggy from sleep here and maybe let something accidentally slip?

-When Violet sees the Irid’s for the first time, she tells us “They’re all feathertails” So maybe the tail is what does it? A feathertail doesn’t mean they’re juvenile necessarily, it just means they haven’t channeled from the ground? And they only channel from the sky? That’s why the Irid’s ask her “What have you done to your tail” and “Tell us what they’ve done to you” and are upset at how her tail has been changed. “You have weaponized your magic, even your tail,” is what they tell her.

-In Iron Flame, Tairn tells Violet, “if I could accurately detect wyvern, we wouldn’t be in this position”. Then, later in the book, Andarna tells Violet, “They smell of stolen magic” when she asks if Andarna scents wyvern. Is she the only one who can sense them because her source of magic is different?

Anyways, I don’t think the dragons as a whole are evil necessarily, but I do think there’s more to the story than ‘the venin are the bad guys and the dragons are the good guys.’ Do with that what you will!

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sweetkpopmusings · 10 months ago

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long for you (act one) | h. hyunjin <3

a/n: hello and welcome to the first act of my hyunjin fic :,-) it is past my bedtime, so please ignore any typos lol. if you'd like to be added to the tag list, you can reply to this post or send me an ask ! pics not mine <3

♡ find all parts here ♡

content: fluff, romance, fake dating, angst, a happy ending | wc: 3.5k | warnings: none really! | pairing: nonbinary!painter!hyunjin x gn!writer!reader | requests: open

synopsis: y/n is a writer with a long-awaited, well-deserved career opportunity. despite the excitement, there’s one major problem: the publisher expects a modern love story, equally romcom-like and authentic, but y/n lacks the inspiration to write something worth reading. through a chance meeting with mutual friends, y/n and hyunjin bond over upcoming deadlines and creative blocks. before the conversation ends, they discover that the ridiculous plot of fake dating might just work to solve their inspirational dry spell.

act one: a modern love story

groaning, you push your laptop to the side and rest your head against your hands.

felix, from the other side of your dining table, holds back a laugh, “that bad, huh?”

you scoff, rolling your eyes despite them being closed, “worse, probably.”

you hear felix shift in his chair, and you know he’s resting his chin on his hands, his classic flower pose he uses whenever you need his smile to cheer up. letting the frustration hang over you, a few minutes pass before you look up to see the sweet boy across from you. when you do, you can’t help the small smile that breaks through your bitter face.

“hah! i knew you couldn’t resist me,” felix teases, leaning back in his seat but making no move to take his attention away from you.

knowing he’s going to ask you what’s wrong, you explain, “so, you know how earlier this week i booked that gig with the publishing company?”

“yeah, the ghostwriting job for Odd One Out, right?”

you nod, “exactly. this is supposed to be a great thing. arguably the best thing that could happen for my writing career, even if it’s a book my name can’t be on, since it’s at least a foot in the door. and i’m not saying i’m ungrateful–”

“but?”

“i’ve been trying all week to come up with even the smallest idea for the prompt they gave me, and it feels as though this is the worst writer’s block i’ve ever had and ever will experience.”

felix frowns, sympathetic, “do you think maybe the pressure of such a big opportunity is getting to you? i know all of us, at one point or another, have hit a wall because of imposter syndrome or just plain anxiety.”

you let his words bounce around your mind for a little. they don’t seem incorrect–surely such a monumental opportunity would leave you feeling a little apprehensive or stressed–but they don’t seem to capture the full picture.

“i think…” you glance at felix, a little helplessly, but he just waits patiently until you find the right words, “that’s definitely part of it. if i’m being honest though, i think the biggest obstacle i’m facing is the subject itself.”

“which is?” felix cocks an eyebrow.

you drag your laptop back in front of you and open the window with the email the company sent you detailing your project, “you are tasked with writing a modern love story. one that swoons readers with classic tropes, one that pulls on their heartstrings with the right amount of angst, and, ultimately, one that makes us believe two imperfect people can find the perfect relationship together. we look forward to your first manuscript!”

“oh, i see…”

“yeah. they’ve asked me to write a story that i have practically nothing in my own experiences to draw from. i can’t exactly copy stories that are already out there when the whole point of this novel is that the characters are human and believable. they need me to write a story with heart, with messiness, and certainly with a happy ending. i’ve had the mess a few times, sure, but not for long enough to keep anybody’s attention if i turn the story into something more than a casual conversation piece over drinks.”

you push your laptop away, not wanting to look at the prompt or empty word document for another second. instead, you opt for a swig of your coffee, praying the caffeine would lift your spirits, if nothing else.

felix’s brow is furrowed as the gears in his head turn quickly. it’s hard not to laugh at his expression, cute and sincere simultaneously. you keep yourself quiet, smiling in appreciation of your friend’s genuine concern for your professional predicament.

“first, i’ll admit that this sucks. i can’t imagine how frustrating it’d be to feel almost…disconnected from an assignment you were so excited to receive. i can’t exactly offer help with my relationship history,” felix laughs, sharing your pain of bad luck in love, “but maybe if we combine our disappointments with jisung’s hopeless romantic outlook, you could come up with something?”

you sigh. it wouldn’t be out of the question to ask jisung for help. he’s a dear friend, just like felix, and he never struggles to write a love song for work. creative collaboration wouldn’t hurt, right? well, maybe it hurts your pride a little to go running to your brilliant music producer and songwriter best friend for advice on your first-ever real book deal. at this point, though, what other choice do you have?

“yeah, maybe you’re right.”

felix grins, “let’s go visit him at the studio then! we can bring him lunch in exchange for his assistance!”

“i mean…he is our best friend, so i don’t see why we have to pay him,” you tease, already packing up your things.

“i was going to pay for everyone’s food, but i guess we can all just fend for ourselves–”

“no! i’m being dumb and rude! buying lunch for jisung is a wonderful idea!”

felix laughs, texting jisung to alert him of your ETA and to get his order from your usual restaurant.

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jisung tosses his spoon into the nearly empty takeout container and claps his hands together, “okay! let’s get started!”

you sigh, stretching your arms and neck before pulling out your laptop. felix settles in the corner, ready to spend time on his phone while you and jisung work your magic.

“can i see the prompt they sent you?”

nodding, you hand jisung your laptop and explain, “i understand what they want. almost too well, probably. the issue is i have absolutely no inspiration for it.”

“yeah, i could’ve guessed that,” jisung teases, nervously laughing after the death glare you send him.

felix chimes in from his spot in the studio’s corner, “play nice, jisung! they’re practically baring their soul to you asking for help.”

“okay, let’s not be dramatic here,” you shake your hand to dissipate the idea that you’re being as vulnerable as you are right now.

“drama might help, actually,” felix suggests, not looking up from his phone.

you look over to jisung, waiting for him to weigh in. a bit to your dismay, jisung agrees with felix.

“so you’re saying my life is too boring for me to write this book?”

jisung shakes his head, “no! i’m saying your love life is too boring. i say that with peace and love, of course–”

“how can you–”

jisung continues before you fall down a rabbit hole of bickering, “i think the reason i can write so many love songs is because i put myself out there. sure, i fall too hard too fast and get my heart broken more often than i’d like to admit, but i am able to do what i do because i let my heart experience everything. i haven’t been in real, capital-L love many times; however, even the littlest of loves, the glimpses of a future with someone, those can be a bigger source of inspiration than you’d expect.”

“wow, jisung, that was…really deep.”

you chuckle at felix’s response, before looking at the very earnest jisung again, “it’s not like i haven’t loved someone before. you remember…”

your voice trails off, too afraid to say his name, too afraid to bring the memories of your first love into the room with you. jisung nods knowingly and speaks quickly enough to prevent you from searching for words to fill the empty space.

“i could never forget that, y/n. maybe that could be something you pull from. i’m more than happy to retell you some of my romantic mishaps–you know i’ve got plenty–but i think, for a story as heartfelt as the one they want you to write, for a story as real as the one you want to create, it needs to come from the perspective of you now, not you then.”

you sigh, finding it impossible to disagree with his advice. for as much as you and felix tease him for getting his hopes up with every person he feels the slightest bit of a connection to, you both would admit in a heartbeat that he is the most well-versed lover in the world. you wished, secretly, that you could muster up the courage he does without even blinking an eye. you just weren’t wired like that, especially after you got your heart broken a few years ago.

“so what? do i start dating now and hope that i get enough romance before the first draft is due in three months?”

“good luck with that,” felix scoffs, “there are way too many duds on dating apps these days.”

jisung shoots felix a frustrated look, but he just shrugs in reply.

“cool, so no dating but i need to fall in love. do either of you happen to have cupid on speed dial?”

they laugh, and felix adds, “if only you could be in a fake dating fanfic or something. then you’d really have something to work with.”

all three of you burst into laughter at the idea, and, once you calm down, jisung says, “actually…there might be something to that.”

“you can’t be serious?” you raise an eyebrow skeptically.

jisung puts his hands up defensively, “hear me out! it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to fake date someone you know, if it’s for the sake of work. between the three of us, we could probably find someone!”

“no way am i sending out requests for a fake partner. that couldn’t work, and it would be so embarrassing.”

you shiver at the idea. jisung doesn’t budge, though he admits that it’s a long shot for it to work. felix suggests that you three reminisce about jisung’s recent romantic pursuits, which you do for a couple of hours. when it’s time for you to pack your things, you’re barely farther than the starting line. jisung apologizes that he couldn’t be more help, and felix offers to bake you your favorite treat as consolation. you assure both of them that they shouldn’t feel bad–you accept felix’s baked goods, of course–but, try as you might, you can’t get rid of the slump in your shoulders. this book is supposed to be a big step towards your dream. this story is supposed to be your gateway to being the writer you were meant to be. you never expected it to go smoothly, but you have to admit that you wish something as easy as a fanfic trope would solve your problem.

as felix says goodnight, he smiles softly, “hey, y/n, don’t be too hard on yourself, okay? it’s frustrating, and it feels like there’s no way out, but you’re smart and capable and strong enough to see it through. plus, the universe will take care of it. someone will show up sooner rather than later, and you’ll have that story in no time!”

you smile, grateful for his neverending efforts to make you feel better, “thanks, sunshine. i’ll try to have the same kind of hope you have, despite everything.”

“despite everything,” he nods firmly before turning away to head back home himself.

you stare at the door, your place quiet, save the humming sound of your appliances, and you wonder how fate could have anything to offer you with such short notice.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

felix picks a few stray pieces of lint off your top and smiles proudly once your outfit is perfect. even though you’re feeling nervous, you can’t help but smile back at your friend’s beaming face.

“thank you again for coming with me to this, y/n. i don’t know if i could survive a whole company event without someone i like by my side.”

“don’t you have changbin? i’m sure he’d happily stay by your side all night.”

“i do,” felix agrees, “but he said he was bringing a plus-one, so i didn’t want to third wheel.”

“ah, how lovely it feels to be chosen as a preventative for third-wheeling,” you tease as felix opens the venue door for you.

“jisung isn’t the only one who can be romantic,” felix giggles and nudges your shoulder with his, helping to relax your nerves.

the venue is rather large, and there are more strangers here than you’d prefer. thankfully, you see changbin waving from a distance, so you know there won’t be any awkward small talk with felix’s other coworkers to get through. though they met through work, changbin and felix have been friends for years, thus making you a friend in changbin’s eyes. you take a couple of drinks from a waiter as changbin not-so-smoothly rushes his way towards you and felix, a tall person close behind him. as felix and changbin greet each other, you do a quick sweep over changbin’s plus-one. he’s well-dressed, probably the most fashionable one in the whole place, and frustratingly statuesque in appearance. his black hair frames his face and brushes his neck ever so slightly, and the only thing preventing him from looking dark and mysterious is the softness of his features, particularly his sweet brown eyes.

“y/n! this is hyunjin,” changbin grins, gesturing to the person beside him.

“hi y/n, it’s nice to meet you,” hyunjin smiles, voice lilting delicately.

you smile, unable to resist the naturally playful glint in his eye, “it’s nice to meet you too, hyunjin. how do you know changbin?”

“we met back in university,” hyunjin answers, “we lived together for the first two years.”

“best two years of my life!” changbin wraps an arm around hyunjin, and hyunjin laughs loudly.

“cute!” felix smiles, “so glad i get to finally meet you in person, hyunjin.”

“likewise,” hyunjin nods.

the conversation jumps around, mostly directed by changbin and felix telling anecdotes about the various coworkers that pass by. you and hyunjin laugh and ask questions, gasping at the drama and ridiculousness that pervades their workplace. eventually, felix asks what hyunjin does for work, and you’re surprised to learn that he’s a painter. or, rather, he works in design to pay the bills and paints in all of his free time, showing works wherever and whenever he can to build his reputation in the city.

“that’s so cool!” felix exclaims, and then points to you, “y/n is a writer. i’m sure you two could relate on a bunch of stuff since you’re both creative professionals.”

“what do you write?” hyunjin asks, looking at you intently as he takes a sip of his drink.

“fiction, mostly. i’ve taken plenty of different freelance gigs in the past that gave me experience writing all sorts of things, but i prefer writing short stories and novels.”

changbin lights up, “oh that’s right! congratulations are in order!”

you smile sheepishly, and explain, after hyunjin asks, that you just signed a ghostwriting book deal with a publishing company.

“that’s incredible! i know it couldn’t have been easy to secure that. i’d love to read some of your work since you’ve clearly got talent.”

“thank you, hyunjin, but i don’t know about that,” you laugh a little, “we’ll see if i have enough talent to write this book.”

hyunjin’s brow furrows, and felix responds, “they’re having some writer’s block. the prompt is a little…out of their wheelhouse. i have no doubt they’ll figure it out though!”

you pat felix’s shoulder lovingly, “yes, he believes that i’ll figure it out as soon as the universe sends me someone to fake date.”

changbin tilts his head in confusion, “is it a fake dating story?”

you swallow a sip of your drink and shake your head, “no, it’s supposed to be a ‘modern love story.’ full of angst and authenticity, and, most importantly, it’s supposed to be human enough to make us all believe it’s possible.”

hyunjin chuckles when you roll your eyes, which makes you blush a little as you realize he’s watching you so closely.

“well, if you need someone to fake date,” changbin grins, “hyunjin would probably be a good fit.”

it’s time for you to tilt your head in confusion, “wait. hyunjin isn’t your boyfriend?”

hyunjin throws his head back and cackles while changbin giggles, “no, unfortunately we’re just friends. maybe one day i can break through, but five years down the line, i’m still getting rejected.”

“oh, stop pouting!” hyunjin smacks changbin’s shoulder, “you don’t actually want to date me.”

“and how would you know that?” changbin wiggles his eyebrows, “can’t a guy dream of dating someone like you?”

“it seems like you’re going to be dreaming for a long time, changbin. you might just not be their type,” felix teases.

their type?

“anyway,” changbin says after his giggles die down, “hyunjin has been struggling with the theme for an exhibition they have coming up. maybe you two could help each other out!”

“what’s giving you writer’s–or, should i say, painter’s block?” you ask.

hyunjin chuckles, “the theme is ‘yearning.’ my friend, jeongin, is the gallery director and has been on a real angst kick these days after meeting someone special. not that i don’t have my fair share of yearning experiences, but i just can’t crack into something deep enough to create something that matters, you know?”

you sure did know, which is how you two spent almost the entire night discussing inspiration, love, heartache, creativity, longing, and everything else possible. eventually, felix and changbin leave you two alone to talk to their other coworkers, given that they couldn’t get a word in edge-wise with how passionately the two of you were talking. if you were honest, you hardly noticed they were gone. that’s just how captivating the conversation, and hyunjin, were.

“ugh, it feels so good to talk to someone who gets it,” hyunjin sighs.

“i agree,” you smile, “it may not solve the problem, but it reduces the stress.”

“cheers to that!”

you and hyunjin clink your glasses together, and you reply, “also, sorry if i misgendered you when i assumed you were changbin’s boyfriend. totally my bad!”

hyunjin waves his hand in the air, “don’t worry about it! you weren’t exactly wrong. i use they/he pronouns, so technically i could be a boyfriend. just not changbin’s.”

you two laugh at this, and you’re relieved that you didn’t unintentionally get off on the wrong foot with someone who can relate to your current creative predicament so deeply.

“actually, speaking of boyfriends…” hyunjin trails off, waiting to get your full attention.

“what about them?”

“i’d be happy to be your fake one, if you really did want to try that out.”

“oh, you don’t have to do that,” you laugh a little, “that was an idea my friends brought up, but i didn’t take it seriously.”

hyunjin nods, “i see. well, even if it seems ridiculous, i think it could work. hell, i’d be down to try it too. i’m feeling pretty frustrated about this painting series, and maybe something out of pocket like a fanfic trope could do the trick.”

you observe them, trying to catch a sign that he’s joking, “really?”

“yeah,” they shrug, “what’s the harm? you’re a writer who needs inspiration, and i’m a painter who needs inspiration. instead of doing some dramatic spiritual artist retreat in the middle of nowhere, we take each other on some dates and explore the ideas of love and yearning together. sort of like a…group project!”

his eyes light up, and you can feel yourself getting won over already by their charm, “when do you have to finish your paintings?”

“i have to bring them to jeongin in three months.”

huh.

“that’s…well, that timing’s sort of perfect,” you admit, “my first manuscript is due in three months.”

hyunjin grins, “so it sounds like we might give this fake dating thing a try?”

you sigh, unsure of what you could be getting yourself into, “what would that even look like?”

hyunjin hums, putting their hand to their chin, deep in thought. you let a silence fall between you two, hoping one of you can come up with a good idea. your bet is on hyunjin, though, because you can’t begin to think through how a fake dating situation between two artists, two muses, should go.

hyunjin snaps his fingers, “i’ve got it! let’s say we just take each other on dates for the next three months. no expectations for the dates, no strict schedule, and no pressure to actually develop feelings or fall in love. we spend time together naturally, go through the experiences of getting to know someone, and we use that for our work. if, after a few weeks, it isn’t doing the trick, then we call it off. no harm, no foul. what do you say?”

maybe it was their enthusiasm. maybe you’re a sucker for a beautiful person with a creative mind. maybe you trust that someone who is good friends with sweetheart changbin could only have the best of intentions. maybe, just maybe, you trust what felix said the other day about the universe giving you what you need for this book to work out. whatever it is, something convinced you to stretch your hand out toward hyunjin.

hyunjin shakes your hand, and you smile, “no harm, no foul.”

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 1 year ago

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𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙣 — 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙚: part 8

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“How are we gonna tell them? We can’t just disappear and not come back…” Seungmin sighed, and Chan rubbed at his eyes, exhausted from sleepless nights.

“We’re so lucky they’re gone to uni. I don’t know how much longer we can really hide it.” Hyunjin groaned.

“Um…guys?” Changbin stared at the door. “We may have forgotten something.”

Ryujin stood at the door, mouth agape as she scoffed. “What…are you planning to leave?!”

“Hey…It’s not what you think…!” Seungmin started to rant frantically.

“Oho, it’s probably exactly what I think!” Ryu exclaimed, knowing the boys well from the 10 months spent as their roommate along with you.

She ran to grab her phone to call you, just to have Minho turn into a cat to leap above her head and grab it before her, transforming back and grinning from the counter.

“Hey! Give it, kitty kitty~” She cooed, but Minho held it high above her head, prompting her to raise her arms high above her head.

Seeing his chance, Jeongin teasingly poked both her armpits from behind. Ryujin shrieked and yanked them down.

Everyone was silent.

“You’re ticklish?!” Minho shouted.

Ryu blushed a deep red. “Just a little!”

Suddenly there were knocks on the door. Rye went to open it while the boys hid.

“Oh…hey, Lia!” Ryujin laughed nervously, and the boys looked at each other frantically.

“Hey, Ryujin! I left my bag here last time a came, and I was wondering if I could just look for it really quickly?”

Changbin turned pale just as Lia began to walk around.

“Oh, there it is on the coat rack!”

Chan practically gasped in relief. “Wait, Ryu…why do you need so many coats and beanies for just the two of you?”

Ryujin chuckled nervously. “Well, uh—ahaha…we both really liked the colors?” She winced at the end; the excuse clearly wasn’t working out.

“They’re all the same color, though…” Lia squinted suspiciously. “Wait…do I smell men’s perfume?”

Chan almost gasped, Hyunjin almost letting out a whimper as Ryujin scrambled to explain.

“I just really…like the scent! I have some things to do, so bye!” Ryu practically shoved Lia out the door, slamming it shut with a sigh of relief as she slid down to the floor.

“That was so close!” Changbin exclaimed. Ryujin shook her head and shrugged. “I’m still telling them…”

Chan sighed. “Ryu, we have our reasons. We need to go and I don’t think I can handle telling them.”

“So, what? You’re leaving for…good?” Ryujin’s voice cracked as tears welled up in her eyes.

“I don’t know.”

Ryu grabbed her phone to call you, but Felix, frantic, ran over to her to try and stop her.

Soon, Ryujin was kicking out and hollering at the top of her lungs as Chan took her phone from her and placed it on the counter.

“Now…we just wanna talk—AGH!!” He squealed when Ryu accidentally kicked him in the knee.

She continued to fight and scream, prompting both Minho and Jisung to catch her flailing limbs, Felix and Changbin each holding one arm above her head.

“Ryujin-ah. Calm down, it’s just us.” Minho tried to placate the poor girl, but she just squeezed her eyes shut.

Felix placed his hands on her waist. “Are you uncomfortable?”

Ryu shook her head shyly.

“Tell me if you are, yeah?” She nodded her head.

TICKLING STARTS HEREEE

“Tickle her!” Jisung yelled, descending his fingers onto her belly, completely vulnerable due to her crop top.

It was so sudden that everyone startled at the loud shriek Ryujin let out, descending into cackly giggles. “Whyhyhy!?”

“You need to calm down.” Chan retorted, joining Hannie by attacking her sides.

“Thahahahat tihihickles!! Plehehease let me cahall them! Ihit’s not fahahair!” Ryu laughed, but nobody listened.

“I think they’d be sadder if they knew…” Jeongin sighed.

Everyone decided to let their stress out onto the vulnerable lee on the floor through their tickling fingers.

“NAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOHOHOHOP!! IT TICKLES!! CHAHAHAHAN!!” Ryujin screamed with laughter as Chan stuck a finger into her belly button.

“How come she’s helped get us but we’ve never gotten her?!” Jisung suddenly realized.

“Nice job avoiding saying ‘the word’.” Felix shuddered.

“WHAHAT? TIHIHIHICKLE?!” Ryujin asked, cackling when Chan began to massage her sides with his thumbs.

“Yes!” Hannie hissed, flushing a bright red.

“BUHUHUNNY!! PLEHEHEASE LET GOOO!!” Ryu pleaded to Changbin, who just looked down at her fondly. “I’m surprised she hasn’t tapped out…perhaps you enjoy this…?”

Ryujin shrieked, face bright red. “NOHOHOHOHO I DOHOHOHONT!!”

Hyunjin laughed and shook his head. “I’m certainly reading otherwise. She definitely likes this.”

“NAAAHAHAHAHA!!” She screamed over his voice.

Ryujin howled with laughter just as fingers prodded at her armpits, soon massaging, which drove her absolutely mad.

“I think this is her worst spot!” Hannie yelled over her hysterical laughter.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Laughter ripped from her throat, cutting in and out of silent laughter.

“BREHEHEHEAK!!”

Immediately fingers let up, rubbing soothingly at the spots they had tickled to pieces.

Ryujin shook in place as she panted and tried to catch her breath.

“Did we go too far? I’m so sorry—!” Jisung began to ramble, stumbling over his words and stuttering crazily.

TICKLING ENDS HEREE

“No! No, it’s okay. You didn’t go too far.” Ryu smiled comfortingly, slumping against the rug of the living room just as the front door opened.

Chan shrieked, Changbin covered his eyes, and Minho dove behind the couch as a cat.

“Guys, I’m home!” Your voice echoed throughout the apartment, and everyone breathed sighs of relief.

“Announce your presence before entering the apartment, human.” Seungminnie scoffed, running up to take your bags from you. You rolled your eyes right back, but everyone noticed as a hint of exhaustion bloomed across your face.

Hyunjin ran upstairs to start a bath while Changbin smiled and released Ryujin’s wrists.

Her bright red face must have made some sort of sense to you, because your face morphed to a teasing expression.

“I’m assuming you had fun?”

Ryujin tried to open her mouth, but Minho slammed a hand over it and laughed nervously. “Yep! We had tons of fun.” He glared down at the girl.

Jeongin opened the kitchen door to make some food. “What do you wanna eat?” You told him, and he began to grab ingredients.

Ryujin tried to speak again, but you were already half up the stairs, Hyunjin calling you signaling the bath was ready.

She sighed and groaned audibly, the boys all glaring playfully at her from across the room.

You returned after your shower; Chan plugging the hair dryer in for you.

“We have to talk.” Ryujin ran up to you, just to whine as she was dragged away by Felix, who mustered a sarcastic “No, you don’t.”.

You sat in Chan’s lap; he ran the dryer through your wet hair, muttering sweet words into your ear as you leaned back into his chest. This was exactly what you needed after your long day.

“You sure I’m not bothering you? You guys don’t have to do all of this for me, you know.” You told them, and Minho paused from the stove. “We do this for you because you deserve to unwind after a long day. We’re here to help you.” He smiled cutely.

“Okay…you’re done.” Chan turned the dryer off. “Thank you, Channie.”

Dinner had a sort of awkward silence to it, you thought. Minho kept making eye contact with Ryu from across the table, but she was just staring back stubbornly, trying to prove that he didn’t intimidate him.

“What’s wrong?” You ask timidly. Everyone looked at you sympathetically.

“We…have to tell you something.” Chan sighed, and you could tell Felix was checking his pulse underneath the table.

“Okay…what is it?” You crossed your arms and smiled; their expressions scared you, but you could tell they needed the comfort.

“We’re leaving.” Seungmin blurted. Everyone stared at his blank expression; he seemed to be holding back tears.

“Where?” You asked. “Back to our planet.” He whispered.

You were silent. “Will you come back? Or will I never…see you again?”

“I don’t know. They just told us to come back.” Chan refused to meet your expression; he couldn’t bear to see your disappointment.

“Oh…”

Suddenly, Jisung burst into tears and hugged you around the waist, and you felt tears of your own well up in your eyes as you listened to his broken sobs.

This couldn’t happen. You couldn’t let them go.

Soon enough, even Seungmin looked away, blinking to hold back his inevitable tears.

Minho gave you a watery grin, which prompted you to throw your arms around him too, and soon enough everyone was crying, holding onto each other in their last attempts to connect before they left. Forever.

Chan tried to hold it in, hold it together. He couldn’t, but he tried to comfort you anyway.

Jisung attempted to stop your crying, kissing you gently on your wet cheek, hugging you, wiping away his own tears, anything.

“Please don’t cry, I can’t bear it.” Hyunjin whispered, and Jeongin comforted Seungmin quietly as the puppy hiccuped.

You watched them roll their suitcases away to their ship, which had been miraculously fixed since Hannie had crashed it into your backyard ten months ago.

Ryujin wrapped her arms around you as even her tears dropped onto your shoulder.

Chan looked back at you with a smile, a smile that promised so much and so little at the same time.

You sobbed again; you really couldn’t help it. He pouted at you, but walked away, closing the door to the ship.

They flew away, and you finally caught a glance of Jisung’s tear stained face as he watched you wistfully…and then he smiled.

And something inside of you healed already.

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #itzy tickle #WHAT #AN #ENDINg #PHEWWWW #i cried writing this #this was truly special #thank you to everyone who supported me writing this series #i wish you all the best

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baby-yongbok · 2 years ago

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Poetry

Chapter Four - Rising

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, the type that makes you giggle

Summary: Two hopeless romantics in a room during a terrible storm sounds like the perfect date, right?

Word Count: 4,035

A/N: I just got out of the hospital three hours ago but I had to queue this post as soon as I got home. I'll go rest I promise but I really hope that you all enjoy this chapter. + If you haven't already, I highly recommend reading the previous parts before this one so that you get the ✨full experience✨. See you next Thursday at 6 💕

Part Three

✧Poetry Series Masterlist✧

✧Main Masterlist✧

You can’t remember the last time that talking to someone felt this easy. Maybe it was when you first met Changbin at your freshman university orientation, or maybe it was back in second grade when you made five new friends on the playground. Whichever it is, you can almost guarantee that neither of them compare to this.

Once you and Hyunjin agreed on something to eat, the two of you got to talking. The fact that you were unaware of what he did for work prompted him to offer you a game of twenty-one questions. To be honest, the idea of it made you feel like you were in high school again but you agreed seeing as you’re both adults and you highly doubt that he’s going to ask you what your favorite color is and then follow by asking if you are a virgin. By the time you two got to question five the game changed from twenty-one questions to plain old story telling. He told you about his roommate Felix and how he’s known him since the eleventh grade, as well as his roommate Han who is a head stylist for Versace New York. The food arrived some time during his story about the day that he and his roommates all moved in together and they all lost their keys at the same time. You can’t remember the last time that you laughed this hard, the last time that you smiled this much. You’re almost sure that Changbin can hear you over his music on the other side of the apartment.

As the two of you are eating you decide to open your Spotify and play some music. This led the two of you to go back and forth recommending songs and asking each other the constant question of ‘have you heard of this artist?’. To your surprise, your taste in music didn’t differ much. You’re a bit more into rock than he is and he’s a bit more into indie than you are but there is definitely some major overlapping.

“Oh, you have to know this one.” Hyunjin throws his head back as he tries to remember the name of the song that he wants to recommend. “Always Forever by Cults, please tell me you know that song.”

You type the song into the search engine and furrow your brows as you study the album art. You press play and once the first few notes fall from your speakers you perk up, jaw hanging open as you look over at Hyunjin.

“Oh my gosh, I love this song! I never knew the name of it, I heard it earlier this year when I went ice skating with Changbin and his girlfriend but I didn’t get a chance to google it.” You stand from your seat at your vanity, your food long forgotten as you sway to the music happily. The smile on your face makes Hyunjin’s heart light up as he watches you from his spot on your floor.

“I saw them perform this song live a year ago when I went to some indie rock concert with Han and his friend Jeongin. I’ve loved it ever since I heard it, something about it is so captivating.” You nod your head as you continue to dance softly, swaying back and forth, mimicking a solo slow dance.

“It makes you feel like you’re in a daydream.” You close your eyes and spin yourself, keeping your eyes closed when you come to a stop. “Like you’re slow dancing at prom.”

“Yeah?” Hyunjin leans back on his palms, his eyes never leaving you. “I didn’t go to my prom so I don’t really know the feeling.”

Your eyes snap open and your mouth falls agape again. “What?”

“Oh, please don’t stop on my account.” Hyunjin teases but your reaction doesn’t falter.

“You didn’t go to prom? You didn’t get your legendary prom slow dance under the disco ball?” Hyunjin’s brows furrow in confusion.

“Disco ball? Did you go to school in the 80s?” You roll your eyes and take a couple steps back to your computer, starting the song over.

“You’re only a year older than me, hush.” You turn up the music and take a step towards Hyunjin, holding your hand out in his direction. He looks at your hand and then up at you, his confused eyes meeting yours. “Come on.”

He stands slowly, adjusting the sweats that you gave him and taking your hand.

“What’s going on here?” You lean forward a bit, taking his other hand and placing them both right above your hips.

“You are going to have your legendary prom slow dance.” You smile, placing your hands on his shoulders and starting to sway with the music.

“Is that right?” Hyunjin asks, clearly amused by you. You smile up at him, nodding your head like a teenager, a very fitting attitude for the situation. “Wouldn’t it go more like..”

Hyunjin moves his left hand down to rest on the small of your back and the other gently moves your hand and intertwines your fingers with his. Your breath catches in your throat as he pulls you in closer, your chest pressing gently against his stomach. You slowly slide your free hand down to rest on his bicep, the feel of his skin under your touch sends an electric shock up your spine.

“Like this?” He whispers as the two of you start to rock to the music, his honey orbs staring into yours in a gentle exchange.

“Yeah, this is - this is right.” Your tongue feels like it’s going numb and you aren’t sure how you’re still standing right now because you definitely can not feel your legs.

Even though Hyunjin is the one that pulled you closer to him, his heart is pounding in his chest. Every second that his hand rests on the curve of your back is a second closer to him going insane, a second closer to losing all control and spilling his heart out to you. He couldn’t help it, the electricity in your touch charged him up in a way that no one has before. Each time that you touch him he finds himself wanting more, wanting to say more, do more, be more. Anything for you.

“What color was your prom dress?” Hyunjin asks, desperate to break the tension between you two as you rock back and forth.

“Green, it was a green gown that almost looked like it was made in the 50s.” A laugh escapes you as memories start to pass and Hyunjin smiles at the sound. He loves your laugh, he could listen to it all day and night if you’d let him.

“My date was my high school best friend, Sam. He was a bit of an oddball like me, we agreed to do a 50s theme together. He got a vintage three piece suit to match my dress and he bought me the most beautiful silk gloves as a gift.”

Hyunjin watches you as you reminisce, your cheekbones high and covered in a deep blush. He closes his eyes for a second, imagining that he knew you then, imagining that he was there when you walked into the auditorium. Hair done up and your green dress coming to life with every step you took. He imagined seeing you laugh and dance with your friend as he admired your beauty from afar, the smile that would take over when you hear the first few opening notes to your favorite song. He imagined you slow dancing with some guy that he’s never met. He wonders if the steps came to you naturally or if you needed some guidance, did the disco ball shine as brightly as your eyes? There’s no way that it could have. Even the newest stars in the sky couldn’t compare to you.

Hyunjin’s eyes fly open when he feels you, leaning forward and resting your head on his chest. Your eyes are shut gently and your breathing is soft and even, He takes in the green of your sweater and for a moment he lets himself pretend that he's with you on your prom night. He let himself pretend that the two of you are teenagers, inseparable and blindly in love. His thoughts slowed down all together, all of his senses zeroed in on you, on this moment. Could he allow himself to stop watching from the sidelines? Could he allow himself to wholly and completely get involved with you? You’re so sweet, so beautiful and precious, he’s never met a woman like you and he wishes that you never met a man like him. A man so afraid of love, so afraid of giving in.

“You would’ve been handsome.” Your voice breaks the silence and Hyunjin feels his pulse quicken at the sound of it.

“Hm?”

“If you went to your prom, I bet you would’ve been handsome.” You tilt your head back a bit, still resting on his chest. Hyunjin grins down at you, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips.

“Yeah? What makes you think that?”

“When you got here and you were wearing that suit you looked handsome, soaking wet but very handsome.” You smile at the memory of how he arrived hours ago and Hyunjin feels his heart flutter a bit. “I mean, I’ve said this before but you’re very beautiful, Hyunjin. And I don’t just mean physically.”

He stops swaying completely, your eyes boring into each others. Both saying something so similar yet slightly different.

“You’ll change your mind about that.” He whispers and you sit up completely, your hand squeezing his a bit. He forces a faint grin before shifting his attention over to your vanity. You move your hand from his bicep almost instinctively, laying it gently on his cheek and turning him back to meet your gaze.

“I mean it.” He stares back at you and for a second you swear that you notice tears gathering at his lash line before he blinks them away. His eyes slowly wander from yours, tracing over the curve of your nose before landing on your lips. He licks his lips a bit as he studies them, the faint glossiness welcoming him to lean in.

Hyunjin wants nothing more than to go for it. If you meant what you said then maybe he could allow himself to let go. Maybe he could stop watching from the sidelines and actually live the life that he’s been yearning for. Maybe, just maybe. He looks back up into your eyes and he can see it, he can see your longing. You’re wearing your heart on your sleeve and he can’t even seem to get out of his head for two seconds, he has the most beautiful woman that he’s ever seen practically begging him to kiss her and yet, he can’t. He just can’t.

Suddenly he takes your hand that’s intertwined with his and lifts it into the air, prompting you into a spin that completely takes you by surprise. You nearly forget about the palpable tension that was bouncing off of the two of you just seconds before. A surprised giggle leaves your lips as he spins you again, this time a bit faster.

“I’m gonna get dizzy.” You laugh as he spins you for a third time and you can feel your center of gravity shifting, you can hear a faint chuckle escape from his throat as he steps forward to catch you. He holds your side against his chest as you wait for the dizziness to die down.

“Thank you.” He says, wrapping his arms around your a bit tighter. “Thank you for that.”

You aren’t sure if he’s referring to the dance or to what you said just a second ago. A gentle ‘You’re welcome’ falls from your lips just as the song ends and you both jump at the sudden sound of Pierce the Veil blaring through your speakers.

“Is it on shuffle?” Hyunjin asks through a laugh as you push yourself up off of him to sit back at your vanity. You laugh along with him shaking your head as you turn the volume on your speakers down.

“Any more recommendations?”

After what felt like hours of recommending songs back and forth the two of you decided to clean up your space and move over to your bed to watch a movie. You scrolled through the movies on Hyunjin’s Netflix but nothing was jumping out at you. While you searched for your next method of entertainment Hyunjin was carefully taking inventory of your space. His eyes slowly scanned over all of the medals on your wall and the trophies on your bookshelf. He looked closely at the details of each photo that you had framed, asking who a certain person was every so often before nodding and taking another look. You enjoyed being seen by him, the interest that he took in you made your heart flutter like a little girl watching her first crush.

“Anything interesting?” Hyunjin’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you realize that you’ve been mindlessly scrolling for a bit.

“Uh, not really” Hyunjin hums in response as he scans the spines of the first row of books in your extensive collection of literature. “Oh, did you ever finish that Brontë novel?”

Hyunjin looks over at you, shaking his head and bringing his hand up to the back of his neck, a nervous habit that you noticed last week.

“Uh, no I actually got distracted with another book.”

“Oh really? You should really finish Villette, I promise that you will be completely enthralled.” He smiles, nodding his head.

“I believe you, you seem to know all of the good stuff.” He chuckles a bit, looking back over at your collection. “How about we keep things classic, instead of watching a movie we can read like we usually do. How’s that sound?”

You smile, closing your laptop and pushing it towards the end of your bed.

“I’d like that, I mean, I basically have a mini library right there so pick your poison.” Hyunjin chuckles again, nodding his head and turning his attention fully towards the books.

“They’re organized by genre so the top shelf is non-fiction, second is history, third is fantasy, fourth is romance, fifth is poetry and sixth is fairy tale.” He looks up and down your tall bookshelf then over at you with a smile.

“This is quite an expensive collection.” You smile, nodding proudly, you take pride in how your collections grown over the years. “Is there anything that you don’t have?”

“Yes actually, a hard cover of Maya Angelou’s children's book Life Doesn’t Frighten Me. My mom used to read those poems to me when I was little. Eventually the copy that we had fell apart and by then I was much older so we didn’t replace it.” Hyunjin watches as you smile at the memory but it quickly fades as you fall deeper into your thoughts. He wants to ask you so many questions. Is your mother still alive? What was the book like? What was it like being read to by your mother? He’s always wanted to know what that was like.

“Maybe when you get a copy you can read it to me.” Hyunjin’s voice tears you away from your thoughts and you quickly flash him a smile.

“Of course, You’ve been reading to me for weeks, it’s the least I can do.” Hyunjin reaches forward and plucks a book from the fifth shelf.

“This is actually the book that distracted me from Villette.” He starts walking towards you, opening the book and skimming one of the pages before sitting next to you, leaning back against your headboard and crossing his legs at the ankle. You move a bit closer to him, your shoulder brushing his slightly, the infinitesimal touch lights your nerves on fire, the all too familiar feeling of electricity rushing over both of you. You both exchange a quick glance before looking away, why does this keep happening? Does he feel it too?

“The sun and her flowers, huh? Did I turn you into a Rupi Kaur fan?” You try to distract yourself from overanalyzing the feeling.

“You did.” Hyunjin flips through the pages as if he’s looking for something. A satisfied hum escapes him when he finds it and you watch as his eyes scan the grayed out page. “Remember when you asked me which section I think I belong in?”

You hum in response as you study him, you can't help it, it's like he’s your favorite poem. His messy hair and full lips look like a masterpiece to you. The way that his chest rises and falls softly makes you feel like you’ve just read a piece from one of the world's most consummate writers. Just looking at him makes you feel full of life.

“I wasn’t sure when you asked me before. I thought that I was in Falling like you, but after reading the book I have my real answer.” His eyes meet yours, calm and sparkling. You nod, prompting him to continue.

“I think that I belong in Rising.” He opens the book completely before clearing his throat slightly and licking his lips before reading the poem in front of him. “they should feel like home, a place that grounds your life, where you go to take the day off, the one.”

“That’s one of my favorite poems.” Hyunjin nods, his eyes still focused on the page.

“There were so many pieces in this section that spoke to me, so many pieces that felt like they were just peeled off of me like a scab to a wound.” You raise your eyebrows slightly as you take in what he said, Hyunjin notices your expression and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What is it?”

“Nothing, it’s just, the way that you explained that was so poetic. It sounded so natural too.” A deep blush creeps up his neck and he brings his hand to the back of it, scratching lightly.

“Really? I wasn’t trying to do that, sorry.” You shake your head, grinning at him.

“Don’t apologize, I enjoyed it. I like hearing about how you feel.”

“I don’t talk about my feelings often.”

“Why not?” Hyunjin freezes for a second, trying to think of an answer that won't scare you away. He racks his brain trying to think of a quick response but nothing comes to mind. Usually he'd get upset with himself for having such a hard time figuring out what to say but right now he feels free. If he can't think of an excuse he doesn't have to tell you one, he can tell you the truth, he can let you peek into him for just a second. Maybe it's time that he finally does that.

"Uh, talking about your feelings wasn't exactly encouraged in the house I grew up in." You can tell by the slight shake in his voice that this is a sensitive subject for him. You nod your head, welcoming him to continue if he's comfortable. His eyes wander away from yours and start staring down at the quilt underneath the two of you.

"I don't think that I ever saw my mom express anything but anger. That was the only emotion allowed through the front door so naturally I followed in her footsteps." You feel a tinge of sadness in your heart as he opens up to you, the thought of younger Hyunjin harboring his mothers anger in his chest breaks you a bit.

"I used to be such a horrible person." Hyunjin chuckles a bit as he thinks back to his teenage years. "I was such a bad kid. I got into so many fights, Felix would always try to stop me. He'd try to save me but it was no use, once I got started I just couldn't stop. Not even my mom could snap me out of it."

“Does that still happen?"

"I've gotten a lot better at controlling myself. It's been awhile since I've gotten angry, hopefully you never have to see me like that."

"If I do then it's alright." Hyunjin’s eyes quickly meet yours again, he holds his breath, afraid that if he exhales he’ll lose his composer. “I’ll be there to calm you down.”

You smile at Hyunjin and the vines of worry tangled around his heart loosen a bit as your words echo through his head. “How could you be so open? You’ve only just met me.”

“It doesn’t feel like it. It feels like I’ve known you forever.” Hyunjin glances back down at the poem in front of him, careful eyes glossing over the words. ‘they should feel like home’.

Just as Hyunjin opens his mouth to reply, a sudden flash of light shines through your window followed by a deep rumbling. Your ceiling light and lamp go out but thanks to your dim fairy lights you two aren’t in complete darkness. You jump at the sound, instinctively clinging to his arm and hiding your face in the crook of his neck. His hands abandon the book and instantly move to comfort you, one rests on the back of your head and the other moves behind you to wrap around your shoulder, holding you close to him.

“Hey, it’s okay, I got you.” He whispers, trying to avoid scaring you further. “Everything’s alright.”

“I hate lightning so much.” You mumble against his skin and the feel of your breath against him makes his pulse pick up, you can feel it against your cheek. “I’m such a scaredy cat.”

“That’s alright, I am too.” A breathy chuckle leaves Hyunjin’s lips and you move a bit to catch his gaze.

“You’re afraid of lightning too?” You move your fingers almost imperceptibly over the exposed skin of his bicep, an ingenuous movement that sends jolts of electricity up his spine. It’s you, you’re the cause of the lightning within him.

“Something like that.” His eyes find yours the best they can in the dim light. “I think that I’m getting over it though.”

Your eyes trail down the curve of his nose and stop at his blushed lips. He dips his tongue out to lick them and you move closer, a mere inch separating you. You look back up at him to find him staring at your lips as well.

“Are you still scared?” His eyes flick back up to yours and you shake your head, grinning a bit.

“Not at all.”

Hyunjin brings his hand from the back of your head over to your cheek, your eyes flutter shut and he leans forward, closing the gap between the two of you and connecting your lips. The kiss is pure and gentle yet your grip on his bicep tightens a bit as you try to brace yourself. How could something so soft make you feel like you’re being blown away?

Hyunjin exhales softly as he moves his lips against yours, the electricity in his body has morphed into fireworks. There’s not a single worry in his mind, the only thing he can think about is you. This is all about you, maybe it always has been.

He deepens the kiss, just for a second. Just to get one final taste of you, to feel you this close to him for one more brief moment before he breaks it. You both pull away slowly, opening your eyes at the same time and staring into each other's eyes like their black holes sucking up your universe. Hyunjin gently brushes the pad of his thumb against your cheekbone and you can’t help but smile. You smile wide, showing your teeth and giggling a bit. Hyunjin lights up right after you, chuckling a bit. He leans in and places a gentle kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering on your skin for a few seconds. He pulls away, still smiling, and you look up at him.

“Maybe I’m in Rising too.” Hyunjin’s smile grows wider, his joyful gaze searching yours.

“Yeah?” You nod your head, leaning into his touch.

“Yeah.”

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catindabag · 1 year ago

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TBOSAS CRACK! TAKE: ✨AMNESIAC!CORYO SNOW✨

It’s that time of the year where my favorite buddies from the other side of the ocean text me nonstop about their weirdest TBOSAS/THG prompts. Lol. One of them even gave me a call yesterday to make a short crack!AU about our poor cabbage boy (Coryo Snow) accidentally getting ✨amnesia✨ after the Arena Explosion Incident (which is honestly an interesting idea to write and read).

However, because of that, my crack!fueled brain is currently stuck on the mental image of seeing an amnesiac Coryo Snow trying to navigate his old/new life in the Capitol without remembering anything, even the Dark Days and the Hunger Games. He might even become Himbo!Coryo or Soft!Coryo for all we know. Well, let’s just say that his original personality was deliberately thrown out and erased forever when he finally woke up in the Hospital.

But seriously, think about it. If Coryo had amnesia after the explosion, he wouldn’t be able to get Sejanus out of the Arena or save Lucy Gray from the snakey snakes because of his memory loss. He wouldn’t even be of use to Dr. Gaul, which will affect the future of the Hunger Games.

And honestly, I believe that the games would eventually die out in this AU because amnesiac Coryo is not fit to do anything “that” complex. So say goodbye to Snow’s political dreams and ambitions.

Lol. Coryo’s new hobbies will be cooking, gardening, and sewing whether he likes it or not because Tigris is now the head of the family.

Moreover, even if Lucy Gray won and Sejanus was still alive by this point, Highbottom can’t just send an amnesiac Coryo to District 12 because our cabbage boy technically didn’t cheat in this AU.

So hypothetically speaking, let’s say that Coryo won the Plinth Prize. He still wouldn’t be accepted in the University because of his current condition. So what’s his next step?

Option 1: Work in the fashion industry with Tigris in order to pay rent.

Option 2: Marry Sejanus Plinth and his money.

Option 3: Become the best gardener in all of Panem.

Option 4: Sue Highbottom and Dr. Gaul for the Arena Explosion and end the Hunger Games.

Option 5: Marry Plinth, end the Hunger Games, and live a vapid wealthy lifestyle while sipping tea with Festus, Felix, Clemmie, and Lizzie.

Either way, Sejanus is happy that amnesiac Coryo genuinely likes him now.😂

They be like:

Sejanus: Coryo, I’m so glad that you’re alive!

Coryo: Um- who are you again?

Sejanus: I’m your friend!

Coryo: My friend?

Sejanus: Since childhood.

Coryo: You’re my childhood friend?

Sejanus: And more~.😘

Coryo: What do you mean-

Sejanus: We’re together~.😍

Coryo: Together?!

Sejanus: That’s right, my love!

Coryo: My love?!

Sejanus: Yup! I’m your husband-

Tigris: Sejanus Plinth, what are you doing?

Sejanus: Tigris, hi-

Tigris: Are you bothering my poor baby cousin again?!

Sejanus: It’s not what it looks like! I swear-

Tigris: Get away from my poor baby cousin, Plinth!

Sejanus: Coryo’s mine now!

Tigris: He’s mine first!

Sejanus: He said yes!

Tigris: I never gave you my blessing!

Sejanus: Take my money!

Tigris: I’m calling the Peacekeepers!

Coryo: Ugh. My head hurts.😞

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24. just really needed a hug sort of hug for 00leiter would be amazing if inspiration strikes! 🥰

Alex, mi vida! Thank you for always inspiring and indulging my deep-seated need for 00leiter, and thank you for this prompt. 🥰 Your wish is my command, my friend! It's here, continuing below the cut, as well as on ao3:

sometimes it takes the night to fall

“My mother wanted me to go to law school,” Felix says. His tone is measured, and this, this, is something he’s going to include in his annual performance review at the Agency, which his supervisor signs every year without reading a word: Agent Leiter is calm and measured, even when he is soaking wet, covered in pink feathers, and holding a flash drive with the plans for a chemical weapon designed to take out half of Europe, circumstances which Agent Leiter would have avoided entirely had his MI6 counterpart not been a fucking asshole.

“‘You’ll make good money, son,’ she would tell me,” Felix says. He pulls his Glock out of his holster, pointing it toward the floor to let the water drain from the barrel. “‘You’ll wear nice suits.’ But no, I knew better. I didn’t want to take the motherfucking bar exam.”

“You wear nice suits now, Felix,” Bond drawls, looking him up and down, and Felix is either going to punch or kiss that look off his face, but he hasn’t decided which, yet.

“Normally, I would agree with you, James,” Felix says. Measuredly, again, because he’s a goddamn station chief for the CIA. “But right now, my nice suit looks like it survived simultaneous explosions at a poultry farm and a Pepto-Bismol factory.”

Felix had had plans for their mission in Prague, plans which involved a timeline, and coordinates on a map, and the judicious use of SIGINT. James Bond had had instincts, and even if those instincts had been accurate, as far as identifying the Belarusian middleman they were looking for went, his methods left a lot to be desired, seeing as they primarily involved a chase through a crowded craft fair in the center of town, followed by what could charitably be called hijacking a bachelorette cruise in order to chase said middleman down the Vltava River. And now here they were, on a deserted dock in a decidedly seedy part of town, mercifully free of bachelorettes, but with an unconscious henchman tied to an oil barrel behind them, waiting for the ride that would take them not to their warm, comfortable hotel room near Karluv Most, but to the U.S. Embassy, where Felix could hand off the hard drive and then spend the rest of the night filling out the ream of paperwork required after the sort of nuclear-grade shitshow James Bond tended to leave behind him on a good night.

“I think I know what you need, Felix,” Bond says, and the way his mouth turns up at the corner can’t mean anything good.

“What I need,” Felix says, “is not to be picking penis-shaped confetti out of my beard.”

“No,” Bond says, stepping closer, and if the British exfil team doesn’t get there soon, Felix is going to paddle to the Embassy on a goddamn inflatable canoe, “No, that’s not it.”

He brings a hand to the back of Felix’s head, drawing him in close. “Why don’t you start by putting your arm around my waist.”

They’re Felix’s own words from years ago, directed back at him with Bond’s characteristically lethal precision. Not long after the events in Bolivia, Felix had flown into London for the memorial service of another MI6 colleague who had died in the line of duty. Later, after everyone else had left, he’d joined Bond where he stood in the back of the church, stiff with grief and the bone-deep chill of the British winter.

“She drowned, you know,” Bond had said, his tone conversational. “004, I mean. She deserved better. It’s a terrible way to go.”

Bond and Felix had been lovers for mere weeks at that point, if that designation even applied to the handful of hours they’d stolen in South American hotel rooms and, on one memorable occasion, the lost luggage room of a train station in the middle of nowhere. But Felix wasn’t an idiot. He’d been in Venice when Vesper died. Even then, he’d known Bond well enough to know what wounds would be fatal to him, if left untreated.

“It is,” Felix had said. He hadn’t dared to say much of anything else. “I’m sorry for your loss, James.”

“It’s England’s loss,” Bond had said. He’d already begun to go distant around the edges, all of the lines of his body tensed for a fight. Felix had wanted nothing more than to demand Bond come back with him to his hotel room, to fuck him fast and merciless until all the tension bled from his body, until he was easy and louche again, unspooled against the Egyptian cotton sheets. But his first instinct with Bond wasn’t always the right one, back then, and he’d looked at Bond in silence for a long moment before making his decision.

“Come here,” he’d said. “I’m going to give you a hug.”

Bond had looked at Felix like he’d just suggested they piss in the baptismal font. “A what?”

“A hug, Bond. Jesus Christ. Come here.” He’d pulled Bond in by the lapel of his expensive wool coat. “You start by putting your arm around my waist, like that. Then you put your other arm around my shoulders. Like this, asshole. And then—” Felix had squeezed with all his might. “Then you hold on tight.”

They are here, now, tonight—and by “here” Felix means Prague, means the dock, means covered in dirty river water and the detritus of phallus-shaped souvenirs, but he also means so much more than that—in no small part because all those years ago, his own instincts had been right when he’d taken James Bond in his arms in an empty church, and so as angry as he is, he’s powerless to deny James this, now. He gives in to the inevitable and steps into the embrace, dropping his head against James’s neck.

“I hate you,” he says, but there’s no longer any heat in it. “This was the worst night of my career.”

“The ladies liked it,” Bond says.

“The ‘ladies’ thought we were strippers. One of them threw her drink on me when I refused to take my shirt off.”

“The night is still young,” Bond points out. Felix refuses to turn his head to look at him, on principle, but he can feel Bond’s smile against his cheek.

“Fuck you and your entire country,” Felix says. “I’m glad we threw your fucking tea in the harbor.” But his head is still on Bond’s shoulder, and his arms are around his waist, and he’ll stay that way until the sound of a distant motor signals that their ride is near, and the night moves on around them.

#prompt fills #one shot #my fic #sometimes it takes the night to fall #james bond #felix leiter #00leiter #fluff

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our-future-is-up-to-us-2 · 6 months ago

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It's Amado time boiiiii (Fic number 7) @narcosfandomdiscord

Enjoy <3

Prompt #2, Book Of Fuck-Ups: Righteous indignation glo-up aka fanwork that corrects a plot misstep or writing blunder that bugs the shit outta you

Word Count: 740

Relationships: Amado Carrillo Fuentes/Marisol, Amado Carrillo Fuentes & Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo

Warnings: Canonical (yet minor) character death

~ Read the fic under the cut ~

Amado Carrillo Fuentes is a high-up henchman.

Because, under the rule of Miguel Angel Felix Gallardo, he’s managing the transport, but has to comply with Felix's every move.

Besides, he isn’t made for the drug cartels… So he thinks. In his early days, he had to spend time working out where he belonged, how to start a movement, where the best places exist to stash cocaine, and how to smoothly make transactions.

Now, he knows almost every trick of the trade, but he still can’t get away with making important phone calls.

At least, not without Felix rattling on, “Amado, hey? Who’s calling? Tijuana, or Sinaloa? We’re preparing the shipment with Cali, have they responded in kind?”

Amado can only let go of the phone, letting out a sigh and mumbling some bullshit that Felix doesn’t bother to decode.

***

Finally, they all break away. Not just him.

It’s a formal declaration, it’s an official management decision… The Arellano family holds control over Tijuana, Chapo and Azul over Sinaloa, and Amado over Juarez. They’ll keep their contacts with each other, but with such a split, there’s independence.

They clink their glasses and drink to their newfound freedom, all the while, no one spares their previous leader a glance.

Amado can make as many phone calls as he likes. He can branch out, finally, extending further than their cartel kingpin circle…

Because whether Felix knew that his people had lives or not, it doesn’t matter. But, the truth is, they’re all as human as they come.

***

He dials a number faster than any other.

When the line connects, he sighs, letting out the tension wound up in his body, and he speaks.

“Hey… Hey, I’m so sorry. I’m deep in the business now. Not just deep, but high. I’ve got an entire plaza to manage, at my disposal… Yes, yes, of course, I miss you, my love– That’s why I’m calling now–”

The voice on the other end is fierce and unrelenting, withholding its softness… But it still manages to break through.

Amado listens, learns, chips in where he can, often receiving scolding in response: Deep in the business?! Right, that’s why you haven’t been here. For years, you’ve abandoned us! Little Anna…

He chokes up at hearing that. Little Anna.

He sends them money, as much as he can manage, keeping them afloat.

Well, being afloat can only go so far in this world. People can only last so long before they sink.

They talk for a little while longer before they hang up. He runs a hand through his black hair and stares at the ceiling for a while.

He’ll have to make it up to them. Now, he’s able to. He’s not tied up in the madness of others, instead, he’s at the centre of madness. Juarez belongs to him, after all.

He can make his own decisions… And if that means calling Marisol every day, then so be it. No one can tell him otherwise.

***

Two weeks on, he gets another call, and smiles as he hears her voice.

Yes, they struggle, they’re doing things in unconventional ways, with marriage and contact and all the rest, but he’s tethered to it. He has all the opportunity in the world to stay tethered to his family.

Well, so he hopes, so he thinks, so he dreams.

When kingpin Amado, ruler of Juarez, hears what he hears next, he crumbles.

He takes the first flight back home, and if anyone asks him why, he’ll say it’s confidential. Undisclosed. Maybe it’s better to write it off as ‘unimportant business’, even though Marisol means the world to him.

Even though Little Anna meant the world to him.

He’s missed the burial and he’s grovelling at Marisol’s knees, desperate to see his daughter, to try and make things right.

“She’s grown a lot since the last time you saw her.” She tells him, brows furrowed and arms crossed.

Well, no shit! Amado wants to scream, She’s grown so much, she’s lived a life without me there… And now she’s dead?

He’ll just have to transport more coke, get on more flights, manage his business the way he wants to run it. If he’s greeted by his family with non-stop phone calls and a death, well… He’ll bury himself in his work.

He could take some cocaine, while he’s at it. It might just numb out the pain, and put him back on track.

#narcovember 2024 #narcovember #narcos: mexico #amado carrillo fuentes #amado #ava writes

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librathefangirl · 9 months ago

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Here are my stats for @justleaveacommentfest! I had lots of fun this week. It's been a long time since I read this much fic :)

Comment goal for the week: 50

Comments left: 61

Fics read: 57

Fun fact! When I started making this post I had left 60 comments, but then a new chapter dropped for a fic I discovered this week

FULL LIST OF FICS UNDER THE CUT! Fandoms: 9-1-1: Lone Star, Glee, The Seven Deadly Sins, Nowhere Boys, Chicago Fire, Stranger Things, The Musketeers, The Owl House, Assassination Classroom, Killjoys, 6 Underground, Buddy Daddies, Lockwood & Co., 9-1-1, S.W.A.T., Lab Rats, Lab Rats: Elite Force, Yuri!!! on Ice, Supernatural, My Hero Academia, Hazbin Hotel, Dead Boy Detectives

A series of unfortunate events and an accident: that's what might make Owen's worst fears a reality. That's what might finally take his son from him. Carlos just wants to know why: why the universe keeps trying to throw these curves at them. Especially after everything; especially now that they were finally standing on steady ground. He wants to believe that what they have is stronger than anything, but it's hard to hold onto hope when the person you love the most is being taken from you—again. Or, 3x14 if things hadn't gone as well as they did. --- "going into shock" for bthb

1. bring your fears to life by brilliantbanshee

fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star | words: 5,939 | chapters: 1/1

First holidays together could bear unwelcome surprises if expectations aren't shared, April fools is no exception. Fortunately both Adam and Kurt learn they don't appreciate nor want to have anything to do with the traditional April fool's pranking. Or how a joke between them became a new Nyada's yearly tradition.

2. Been There, Done That, Lemme Be... by slyvir

fandom: Glee | words: 2,190 | chapters: 1/1

Prompt from the-ghost-sin on tumblr ***** Meliodas feels like he is stuck in a daze. Every life of hers grows shorter and he continues to live. What was living to him? He can’t bear to see her again. Not like this. He has no other options.

3. i tasted blood (and knew it was yours) by jupitermchai

fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins | words: 539 | chapters: 1/1

Felix feels a little… off today. He can’t tell whether it’s the tension of there being something else outside of their little safe space or whether it’s something else but he’s felt kind of hot, and his throat has begun to feel hoarse. It can’t be that he’s sick though, there’s too much to do, too much to work out for him to be knocked out by a mere cold. (Felix gets sick, early season 1)

4. Passing Time, Getting Sick by Thisisarealtagwhy

fandom: Nowhere Boys | words: 3,495 | chapters: 1/1

“I will!” Jake said defensively, “I’m not like that anymore.” Felix smiled, “yeah I guess, you seem more how you used to be, before…”

5. Missed You by hoewhowrites12

fandom: Nowhere Boys | words: 958 | chapters 1/1

“Hey.” Felix freezes. His eyes dart over to the end of the alley and the source of the noise, and when he sees it, he almost laughs. “You couldn’t have gotten here like five minutes sooner?”

6. it's the rocks. what did you expect? by hawkeishest

fandom: Nowhere Boys | words: 1,933 | chapters: 1/1

Things had been left unsaid between Jake and Felix for far too long, it was about time they talked about it.

7. You know I'm always gonna look for your face by blossombranch

fandom: Nowhere Boys | words: 2,573 | chapters: 1/1

Ride or Die – term used to describe a person that is willing to do anything for their partner, friend or family, even in the face of danger. Five times members of the Firehouse and the public saw it and the 1 time Casey and Severide acknowledged it.

8. Ride or Die by vix_spes

fandom: Chicago Fire | words: 5,414 | chapters: 1/1

‘Are you wearing my hoodie?’ TK asks half an hour later as he strides up behind Carlos, hugs him from behind and kisses his neck. Carlos turns from the stove, where he flips pancakes, to face his fiancé and offers a smirk. ‘Good morning to you too, fiancé,’ He says, cupping TK's face in his hands and kissing him gently. ‘Couldn’t wait for me for breakfast?’ TK asks as he hops up to sit on the counter beside the stove. ‘Actually, I was planning to surprise you with breakfast in bed,’ Carlos tells him, motioning to a breakfast tray on the counter. — Carlos Reyes is determined to make his fiancé's birthday the most perfect day ever.

9. happy birthday, my love by nancygillianmvp

fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star | words: 3,216 | chapters: 1/1

“Take me! Take me,” he yells to the flashing lights, hoping the crack in his voice is loud enough to be heard on the other side. Steve knew it was an idiot move, but he couldn’t watch it happen to someone he — Jonathan drops. Nothing happens for a moment, Steve starts to run toward him. Then, he stops. Not of his own will, but because something is holding him in place. The first thing Jonathan sees is Steve floating off the ground.

10. a madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet by lovelosvers

fandom: Stranger Things | words: 1,337 | chapters: 1/1

When he gets to the kitchen, Jonathan has to blink several times to make sure he’s not seeing things. That’s not his mom, home early from work. It’s Steve Harrington. Steve Harrington, with a dish towel hanging from his back pocket, goddamn whistling over the stove while he deftly flips an omelet straight from the pan. --- In which someone makes Jonathan breakfast for a change.

11. Stay If You Want To by anything_thats_rock_and_roll

fandom: Stranger Things | words: 4,504 | chapters: 2/2

It’s not the physical pain so much as the emotional. That’s the kind that lasts.

12. Less Like Scars by Fight_As_One

fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins | words: 3,944 | chapters: 1/1

Ever since his head injury, Aramis suffers from chronic migraines. This is one more area in which D’Artagnan must expand his knowledge if he wants to be part of the Inseparables' brotherhood.

13. Fearing the Unknown by groundcontrol21

fandom: The Musketeers | words: 2,356 | chapters: 1/1

Hunter hangs out with the Emerald Entrails. It has unexpected results.

14. Hanging Out Isn’t So Bad by PeridotKirishima

fandom: The Owl House | words: 2,106 | chapters: 1/1

In a heartbeat, Karma is standing over their table, snatching up the guy’s full glass of ice water, and splashing it over the owner’s head. "What the hell, dickhead?" snaps the asshole. Karma towers over the guy, glaring lazily at him down his nose. "This coming from the one that had a hand on his unwilling date’s thigh. I think I should be the one saying that to you." Or: the one where Karma rescues Nagisa from an unfortunate blind date.

15. sheets by ryuuzaou

fandom: Assassination Classroom | words: 1,534 | chapters: 1/1

TK isn't reckless he just loves deeply and will do anything to help people. It's frustrating when no one understands that. Well no one besides the only one who matters that is. TK has a bad day. Whump ensues. Carlos understands that TK is who he is and he'd never change it. Judd with his big brother vibes.

16. Who He Is by Sapphire1123

fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star | words: 2,985 | chapters 1/1

Johnny knew Dutch and D’Avin would come for him. Didn’t matter what defences this asshole had in his tooled-up crime lord compound, nothing would stop his team from getting to him. The only question was how long it would take them.

17. Counting Down by Alipeeps

fandom: Killjoys | words: 2,980 | chapters: 1/1

After their visit to Telen, some important truths came to light. D'avin thought that it was all forgotten and forgiven, water swept under the bridge, but apparently, Johnny had other ideas.

18. Sunconscious Sleep by Multifandom_damnation

fandom: Killjoys | words: 2,184 | chapters: 1/1

After a couple of days, D'avin finally gathers the courage to visit John in the hospital after he stabbed him while under Jager's control, and though he's goes expecting to get chewed out and yelled out, told how untrustworthy his betrayal had made him and how he was no longer on the team, he should have known that Johnny would have other ideas

19. Brother, you finally heard me calling (all the way across the cosmos) by Multifandom_damnation

fandom: Killjoys | words: 2,674 | chapters: 1/1

Billy remembers a scenario like this, where he falls to his death and his friends care more about the loot than his life, but maybe, just maybe, this time it will end out differently, and his life will mean more than it used to

20. What's past is present by Multifandom_damnation

fandom: 6 Underground | words: 1,506 | chapters: 1/1

Steve didn't know what to do. He didn't know where to go. He should've seen this coming, prepared for the possibility. But, really, how can you prepare for your parents kicking you out? Or, Steve's parents kick him out. He finds a new home.

21. Finding Home by Siegrrun

fandom: Stranger Things | words: 1,511 | chapters: 1/1

A burglar breaks into the Diner Nest. Too bad for him, Rei's instincts are as sharp as ever.

22. Still by oatmealcrisp

fandom: Buddy Daddies | words: 2,004 | chapters: 1/1

Lockwood got ghost touched and didn’t tell anyone. That boy’s secrets will be the death of him. Alternate 1x02 scene

23. Before Somebody Dies by Pagestealer

fandom: Lockwood & Co. | words: 1,069 | chapters: 1/1

Lockwood is injured saving Lucy and a surprising person shows up to help.

24. Racing Towards the Grave by Pagestealer

fandom: Lockwood & Co. | words: 2,023 | chapters: 1/1

"You've got to let me take him Ms. Carlyle." Still she clung to the boy as if he were a life raft in the waves. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that Barnes needed to take him, that he was trying to help. But for just a moment she couldn't bear to let him go. "Lucy," Barnes said gently. "I've got him." Lucy's fingers uncurled reluctantly and then the weight in her lap was gone and her hands were empty. Missing scene for 1x08

25. Lucky by Pagestealer

fandom: Lockwood & Co. | words: 1,672 | chapters: 1/1

Lockwood emerges from Fittes House, only to realise that Lucy isn't with them. Locklyle Week Day 3 Prompt: "Don't go where I cannot follow"

26. Die Trying by SciroccoOrion

fandom: Lockwood & Co. | words: 356 | chapters: 1/1

Elizabeth had just recently found out about a coffee shop near where she lived.

27. Mocha by toastyyjams

fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins | words: 1,159 | chapters: 1/1

"What do they represent?" He asks carefully. "Hope." She responds, beaming.

28. Snowdrop by toastyyjams

fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins | words: 1,786 | chapters: 1/1

Buck wasn't always the brightest of people, but he honestly thought that he had told them. He thought that they all knew.

29. He Thought He Told Them by KazOfScotland

fandom: 9-1-1 x S.W.A.T. | words: 603 | chapters: 1/1

Carlos and TK stay at Reyes house after the fire and there’s only one small bed in Carlos’ old teenage room.

30. They have each other by Doesyym

fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star | 1,716 | chapters: 1/1

“How was I supposed to know I could get sick?” “I don’t know! Maybe because Adam and Bree can get sick?!” “But I’ve never been sick before!” “Did you seriously think you couldn’t catch a cold or something?” “I had no evidence to prove otherwise!” Day 03: "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?"

31. "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?" by MegaMon2580

fandom: Lab Rats | words: 864 | chapters: 1/1

Kaz is captured, and restrained in a shower, so that he can’t escape with his powers.

32. Can a Pyro get Hypothermia? by BionicFreak (Rain_cloudsx)

fandom: Lab Rats: Elite Force | words: 926 | chapters: 1/2

…this must be a dream anyway. You’ll wake up as Victor Nikiforov again, Makkachin licking your face six minutes before your alarm rings. You might as well go along with it until you wake up.

33. Twisted Fate by classicpleistocene

fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice | words: 446 | chapters: 1/1

February Ficlet Challenge day 19: Pirates au Viktor, the most powerful pirate of the West Indies, rescues Yuuri from certain death. One month. Twenty-eight prompts. Twenty-eight pairings. One ficlet a day. Write Fast.

34. Freedom of the Open Sea by TuppingLiberty

fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice | words: 570 | chapters: 1/1

(THE TITLE IS A HOCKEY TERM) Jonathan moved away from Hawkins, got into a good college, got in the hockey team, life was supposed to be good. Until he got roomed with Steve Harrington. The head of the team. It’s been torture spending his days around him.

35. Cherry Picker by zombie_b0yy

fandom: Stranger Things | words: 717 | chapters 2/?

Jonathan Byers was a prince. And Steve Harrington was a mermaid. There was no statistical way a marriage would ever work. Maybe. — stonathan mermaid au ^_^

36. is it cool that i said all that? by unme4evermore

fandom: Stranger Things | words: 3,080 | chapters: 1/1

“But,” Steve continues, “if you were to get accidentally married to someone, I’d definitely pick Jonathan, so this really isn’t that bad. Imagine if you had been married to Tommy H, for example.” Nancy shudders at the mention of one of Steve’s coworkers at Hawkins Elementary, whom they had the unfortunate privilege of attending high school with. “Okay, true,” Nancy replies, “this could be worse.” “Gee, thanks,” Jonathan mutters.

37. it was hauntingly familiar (the way you looked at her) by illicitaffair

fandom: Stranger Things | words: 3,306 | chapters: 1/1

5 universes where Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan sleep next to each other for the first time + 1 universe where they've been doing it for years.

38. lie down next to me and let us fall asleep by madman_with_a_warehouse

fandom: Stranger Things | words: 1,912 | chapters: 3/6

As soon as the rumbling dies, everything's chaos. Steve hurries to find Nancy and Jonathan unharmed and glad to see him.

39. You Need To Know (I Love You) by Val_Creative

fandom: Stranger Things | words: 1,486 | chapters: 1/1

Meliodas forgets himself as he marvels at Elizabeth’s beauty. Kiss prompt: Unbreakable kiss.

40. Kiss me and never let go by Bosh__tet

fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins | words: 816 | chapters: 1/1

Ban needs a hug from his best friend.

41. Silent Comfort by ambersky0319

fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins | words: 619 | chapters: 1/1

Tina asks Kurt, "Who ARE you, Kurt?" at the reception following the wedding-that-wasn't. What if Kurt flips the question on her and takes her aside to discuss her issues with him? Complete.

42. Who Are YOU, Tina? by elledelajoie

fandom: Glee | words: 1,732 | chapters: 1/1

Three big brother hugs: Jo, Charlie, and Sam.

43. Big brother hugs by Canon_Is_Relative

fandom: Supernatural | words: 226 | chapters: 1/1

Spring holds a special place in Goddess culture. It is a time of new beginnings, of fresh flowers and greenery growing from the chilly ashes of winter; of blessing new families with children, as well as other bounties. For a Goddess and her best friend, the eldest prince of the Demon Clan, this day in Spring will become particularly special. [for the second volume of The NNT Zine...i'm very late to post it, but better late than never]

44. Spring Fools in Love by BaconWaffle16

fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins | words: 2,620 | chapters: 1/1

Shouto has always been a quiet person. Stayed quiet for too long. But when he sees a way out of his father's control does he take it? A class project gives Shouto, and somehow Natsuo, the opportunity to bring justice to their family. Fluff and angst ensuee. - Ft. Dekusquad is wholesome, Shouto getting the love he deserves, and Natsuo is the embarrassing older brother he was born to be.

45. Shouto Trauma Dumps For Good Grades by BirdSimp

fandom: My Hero Academia | words: 20,041 | chapters: 1/1

Elizabeth closed her eyes, the wind had turned her hair to whips and her face stung. The tears that clung to her lashes were not from sadness. They were going fast, nearing Camelot, as everything passed below them in a blur. Meliodas’ hand gripping her waist tightened, in anticipation or threat Elizabeth didn’t know, and she felt the Elder Demon’s gaze on her from behind. That was definitely a threat. or!! when meliodas betrays the sins to go to camelot, elizabeth doesn’t run back to liones. she stays.

46. I Walk the Line (One Step at a Time) by from dust of which we came (iam_justa_ghost)

fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins | words: 4,309 | chapters: 1/1

More than anything did she love him.

47. Love by Random_Ruff

fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins | words: 318 | chapters: 1/1

Because of his father, Shoto never really learned how dangerous quirk exhaustion can become. He had been forced to train to the point of exhaustion, but his father had always stopped it whenever he noticed Shoto was overusing his quirk, telling him that they would simply need to work on upping his tolerance, but he never pushed Shoto to the point of overusing his quirk. Yes, he forced him to use it over and over for hours on end, strengthening his attacks and ability to use it but not to the point of quirk exhaustion. But because of that, his father had never told Shoto about what quirk Exhaustion really was, what would happen if he reached that point of overusing his power. An oversight really. ___ For Whumptober 2022 #27: Pushed to the limit "Magical Exhaustion"

48. Freezer Burns by Margarite_Of_Mere

fandom: My Hero Academia | words: 463 | chapters: 1/1

Nagisa is very used to people like Takaoka.

49. On Takaoka by CheshireGrins

fandom: Assassination Classroom | words: 492 | chapters: 1/1

Karma in the aftermath of Nagisa and Takaoka's rematch.

50. interested by gouachepile

fandom: Assassination Classroom | words: 236 | chapters: 1/1

And he stared at his face. His smiling face, drenched in red. Smiling. With his team. His own team. Not the teams he had to lead ever since Lilith left, not the teams he was forced to lead. It was nothing like he'd ever experienced. He wasn't leading; no one was. Willow was the captain because she brought them all together. Not because she was the strongest or the one with the most knowledge about Flyer Derby. They were teammates, not just the captain and the followers.

51. Any Port in a Storm by azzyyo2 (reiyosan)

fandom: The Owl House | words: 361 | chapters: 1/1

After Elizabeth dies again, Meliodas reflects.

52. A Sky Full Of Stars by Truck_Fuck

fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins | words: 391 | chapters: 1/1

“Fine, man, whatever.” That grabs Jonathan’s attention. He snaps his head over to Steve, seething again. “Fuck you, Steve. What a load of bullshit, you’re right. You just want Nancy back with you. She told me about the dream to have a bunch of kids and going in a RV to road trip everywhere or whatever, okay? So cut the bullshit.” There’s a long pause where they’re both just silent. Jonathan is still seething but Steve is thinking hard, hurt by the words. “You’re there too.” Jonathan rolls his eyes, already annoyed at what the hell Steve is talking about. “What?” Jonathan scoffs, a bite to the word. He shakes his head in confusion. “The dream. You’re there too.” Jonathan turns to look at Steve, shocked by his confession.

53. you're there too by JovialJ

fandom: Stranger Things | words: 3,857 | chapters: 1/1

Vaggie probably just thought she’d startled him, he realized – or at least she probably thought that until he lost his fucking mind about this. (Angel Dust attempts a late-night trip to the kitchen.)

54. Trapped Under Ice (Remastered) by ramblingArachnid

fandom: Hazbin Hotel | words: 1,525 | chapters: 1/1

Charles coughs, and the sound is strange and dry. Once he starts, he finds that he can't stop; it goes on and on, long and low and wretched. "What in heaven's name," Edwin murmurs, and Charles is aware, distantly, that he's scanning the area. Searching for fungus, most likely. Last time Charles had a coughing fit like this was back in '95, when he got a face full of spores, and wasn't that a grand old time? Hurt a whole lot less, though.

55. Breathless by Asidian

fandom: Dead Boy Detectives | words: 2,527 | chapters: 1/1

During a frustrating case, Edwin and Charles are left without any leads. They are forced to act without a lot of information in order to save someone's life. Charles is hurt and pinned down during the fight and it is up to Edwin to figure out a way to defeat the big bad and get them to safety.

56. Core of a Star by Infinite_beginnings

fandom: Dead Boy Detectives | words: 6,649 | chapters: 2/4

There's been times in the past thirty years when Charles didn't know what to do. Quite a lot of them, when it comes right down to it, but then, for the past thirty years, Edwin's always been there, hasn't he? And Charles might not be good for much of anything besides walloping what needs walloping with a cricket bat, but Edwin's always been aces at coming up with plans. And that's the problem. Edwin's not here to help with the planning, just now. Edwin's in the other room, screaming his head off, and here Charles is, and he can't do a thing about it.

57. The Difference an Hour Makes by Asidian

fandom: Dead Boy Detectives | words: 16,637 | chapters: 8/?

#just leave a comment fest #fic recs

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kenzies-love-stories · 8 months ago

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Hi it’s Time for a Upgrade!

Hello everyone, I don’t even know how many of you are still invested in my stories and it’s my own fault! In order to make myself happy and involved with my writing again I am rebranding. Those who are still very much invested with my writing still Thank you and fear not, my main series ‘The way he looks at you’ and ‘oh come on Bella’ are coming back, they’re just under editing!

Now time for me to reintroduce myself, Hi I’m Kenzie! I originally started this blog back in 2020 when I needed an escape from a really bad situation. I sought comfort in fictional characters and the community was really welcoming even though I was very shy, so I rarely reached out to any mutuals and for that I regret. That being said I myself have grown up and my tastes have changed, so things on my blog are changing with it. Below the cut you will find my new list of Rules and Regulations as well as a brand new list of characters I will be writing for ( I also am keeping some familiar faces too so Fear not!)

Rules:

Please be polite and kind when requesting.

I have to right to reject a request that make me unconformable or doesn’t follow my rules or if I feel I can do the prompt justice

please be patient with me, I work full time as a closer with a bumpy schedule and finding time to write is a nightmare, I take pride in the work I put out, I want it to be amazing experience for you when you read it.

Please only one request at a time per person. you can send another one when yours is posted. I will be going off of the honors system.

constructive criticism is welcomed but don’t be hateful or rude about it. If you don’t like what I post then block my page.

Feel free to give me details so I have an idea where you want the story to go.

I tend to write romance but I am down for platonic fics too ( just friends type of thing)

please remember I’m a person too

Request would generally be done in the order they show up in my box unless a prompt really stands out to me.

I write for a female or gender-neutral reader as those are what i am the most comfortable writing

Who I write for:

House of Dragons/Game of Thrones:

Aegon Targaryen ii

Aemond Targaryen

Cregan Stark

Top gun Maverick:

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

Jake ‘Hangman’ Serein

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

Top gun 86′:

Tom ‘iceman’ Kazansky

Pete 'Maverick’ Mitchell

Ron 'Slider' Kerner

Twilight saga:

Felix volturi

Paul Lahote

alec volturi

Harry Potter:

Regulus Black

Remus Lupin

What I will write:

‘Sad’

Fluff

angst

suggestive

Au’s:

soulmate

Guardian Angel

Demon

Body guard

Mafia

Royal

What I will NOT write

Smut (Yes I may read it but I can’t write it to save my life)

Abuse of any kind (I am down to write comfort for this though)

I don’t do well with vivid descriptions of death in my stories

If you have questions or concerns, just ask me in the ask box! I hope you are having a good day and/or night!

Strikethroughs means that they are temporarily closed.

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glassrain83 · 7 months ago

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Dear Yuletide Writer 2024

I am GlassRain on AO3, and thank you for writing for my tiny fandom(s)!

I love all these characters and any fic about them will make me happy. If you already have an idea feel free to run with it. If you want extra prompts or ideas, that’s what this is for.

(All these requests are copied from letters I've written before. I have simple tastes. I'm ready to eat two cakes.)

Yes please: gay stuff, outer space, magic. Non-con, dub-con, and mind control. Relationships where there’s a power imbalance but they also truly love each other and do the work to make it good. Relationships with size differences (not as in short human/tall human, as in human/building-sized dragon). Identity porn/any kind of reveal where the audience knows something and gets to enjoy watching the characters figure it out.

No thanks: Gore/body horror/graphic depictions of violence, embarrassment, extreme underage (teen characters having sex is fine), bodily fluids (except the usual ones for sex scenes), non-canon character death, mundane AUs.

Fandoms:

Leif & Thorn (Webcomic)

Characters: Leif, Thorn

Leif is a gardener in thrall to a mysterious debt, serving his native Sønheim at a foreign embassy. Thorn is a Knight of Ceannis who got severely burned while dragonslaying, and was rewarded with a cushy job guarding the embassy gates. Thorn doesn’t speak Leif’s language too well at first — but as they get to know each other, he finds a lot of reasons to learn.

Ongoing fantasy dramedy, with a cross-cultural romance and a great ensemble cast. (Read it here.) Leif/Thorn is canon, over a slow-burn arc that took about 5 years real-world time. They still have ongoing struggles around Leif’s control microchip, and Thorn’s effort to handle the unwanted power it gives him. Leif/Thorn/Kale is not canon yet, but the OT3 shipteasing is strong.

The prompts are Leif/Thorn-centric but I will take fic about other characters too. Other ships on the side are fine, canon or non-canon, as long as you don’t break up the main couple.

Prompts:

Canon-divergence AU where Thorn joined the Secret Order of Monster Hunters, successfully assassinated the vampires in that one early storyline, and decided to rescue/steal Leif as a bonus. What? He was in the area anyway, he might as well.

Leif/Thorn where Leif still has the microchip, but Kale has his powers and facilitates a psychic link between them, so Thorn can’t possibly miss if he tries something Leif doesn’t like. Can be established Leif/Thorn/Kale or “whoops this turned into our first threesome.”

Holiday fic where Leif and Thorn share their traditions with each other. Warmth and fluffiness a plus.

Crossover prompt: the Leif & Thorn universe has a Fantasy Eurovision Song Contest..what does Fire Saga’s act look like in a world with widespread/commonplace magic?

Doctrine of Labyrinths - Sarah Monette

Characters: Felix, Mildmay

The Doctrine of Labyrinths is a series of fantasy novels by Sarah Monette. It is set in the secondary world of Meduse and tells the story of the adventures of the wizard Felix Harrowgate and his half-brother, former assassin Mildmay the Fox.

Lush fantasy melodrama full of codependence and great hurt/comfort. I have gotten Felix/Mildmay fic before and will keep prompting more of it until the end of time (or until a TV adaptation turns this into a megafandom, whichever comes first). Gen about them is also welcome.

Prompts:

Sci-fi/cyberpunk AU. Make the hocuses into hackers, the magical curses into corrupted cybernetics, the petty thieves into data pirates. Could be the alternate version of a canon event, or a whole new SF-themed plot twist.

Missing scene from Felix and Mildmay’s journey across the continent in book 1, something where Felix has a bad turn and Mildmay successfully calms him down. Just lean all the way into the h/c in their weird-but-deep sibling bond.

Guilty frantic brothercest. (During a time in canon when they’re both mentally capable of consenting.) Especially if it’s already an ongoing situation when the story starts, so it’s not a story about how they fell into it, but about how they can’t seem to get out.

Crossover prompt: do something with Labyrinth. How would Felix and Mildmay face off against the Goblin King?

Eurovision Song Contest: The Story of Fire Saga

Characters: Sigrit

Follows the personally close Icelandic singers Lars Erickssong and Sigrit Ericksdóttir as they are given the chance to represent their country at the Eurovision Song Contest. Ferrell, who co-wrote the script, wisely realises that this institution is beyond parody and is simply content to pay homage.

Bizarre, charming, joyful, magical (sometimes literally) tribute to Eurovision. Lars has the lifelong ambition to represent Iceland at the contest. Sigrit has the actual talent. A dozen real-world Eurovision winners have cameos. The elves in the hills have their backs.

Shipping-wise, basically I want Sigrit to be happy. For Sigrit/Lars, lean into the parts of his character that enable him to be a good boyfriend. For Sigrit/not-Lars, either give them a non-traumatic breakup, or make an AU where they were just friends the whole time.

Prompts:

The elves are back! This time, they need Sigrit’s and/or Lars’s help! You can pull the worldbuilding from real Icelandic folklore or make it up from scratch, I will be happy either way.

Instead of a song contest, the characters are thrown into a fighting-for-your-life contest. Hunger Games, Squid Game, Battle Royale etc. Our heroes survive through some combination of Sigrit’s determination and magical allies, Alexander and Mita’s loyalty and emotional support, and Lars’s power to cause unprecedented technical difficulties.

Alexander gives Lars an unexpected bi awakening. Sigrit gives Alexander an unexpected bi awakening from the other direction. What to do. What. To. Do.

Alternately, more fun scenes from Alexander and Sigrit’s growing Wholesome and Mutually Supportive Friendship. Including past the point where he trusts her enough not to hide his sexuality from her.

Crossover prompt: the Leif & Thorn universe has a Fantasy Eurovision Song Contest..what does Fire Saga’s act look like in a world with widespread/commonplace magic?

#yuletide #yuletide letter #Leif & Thorn #doctrine of labyrinths #the story of fire saga #eurovision #webcomics

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avis-and-panda · 2 years ago

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Mock Cinderella Play

“What?!” Elora yelled in indignation. The others in the club room grimaced at the shout.

“It’s not as bad as it could have been.” Frederick said as he shrugged.

“‘Not as bad as it could have been’?” Benjamin asked as he eyed Frederick in disbelief, “I got the Fairy Godmother! The Fairy Godmother! How am I supposed to pull that off?!”

“I demand we go again.” Kenneth stated with a displeased frown.

Multiple sighs and groans sounded throughout the room.

It all started just earlier that day, when Felix Fronius, Elora O’Riain, and Frederick Atonal were assigned to do a Cinderella play for the festival that was taking place in their school, Kuran Private High School.

They started recruiting actors, first going to two of their friends from a freshman class and their club, Benjamin Adley and Chika Kubo.

The three of them then started recruiting those they knew personally. Felix asked his roommate, Daniel Dalisay, and Elora her cousin, Kenneth Haight, who was in his junior year. Frederick tried asking some people but got rejected for one reason or another.

Luckily, Kenneth was part of the student council and was able to convince a couple of other members, Kikka Lebedev and Marnie Lusk.

Having finally gathered enough people, they were all ushered into their club room, where they decided to just draw lots to discern who got which role.

Which was, apparently, a terrible idea.

“Look, I know the results are less than favorable, but we’re gonna have to deal, okay?” Kikka said with a frown, “The play is in a week, and we must not only memorize our lines but get our costumes together and stuff. We don’t have time to fight over our roles.”

“She’s right!” Marnie agreed with an encouraging smile, “If we just practice, I’m sure we’ll be able to get our roles down, no matter how unfavorable they are! That’s the beauty of acting, after all. Saying and doing things without meaning it!”

Everybody made a face at the weird take on acting but no other objections were made.

Benjamin sighed, “It certainly doesn’t help that the only person who actually knows how to act has the one role that doesn’t require acting.” He muttered. Everyone promptly turned to look at Felix, who had drawn the role of “narrator”.

“What’s with the looks? It’s not my fault you all got bad draws.” The red head said with an unimpressed tone, completely unbothered by the situation, which only prompted more sighs of frustration.

“I get that we can’t really complain,” Elora admitted, frustration clear on her features, “after all, we did decide to draw lots. But you can’t expect me to act like I’m in love with Kenneth.” She sharply pointed at the man in question, “He’s my cousin!”

Frederick cringed and nodded, “Yeah, that’s a fair point.”

“So, are we drawing again or not?” Daniel asked, “I mean, I’m actually quite happy with who I got.” He showed them the paper, which read “King”.

Kikka sighed, “It’s true that it’ll be a little awkward for the two of you to act as the romantic couple,” she gestured to the two cousins, “But it’s only you two and Ben who got bad roles.” The others murmured agreements and nodded.

Elora and Kenneth still looked unhappy as they eyed each other in mild disgust.

“What if we just… rewrote it?” Surprisingly, Felix was the one who asked the question.

Everybody turned to him, intrigued.

He shrugged, “What if we just rewrote the play so we don’t have to do anything we’re uncomfortable with? It’s not like Dick gave us rules we had to follow or anything.”

That was true. Dick, the teacher who assigned them the play, only said to try and make it entertaining, which, while obvious, wasn’t at all encouraging if that’s what he was trying to convey.

“So, you’re suggesting that we just rewrite it to our will?” Kenneth asked, skeptically.

“Why not?” Felix responded, “As long as the basic setting and characters are still there, I don’t see a problem. Dick did say to make it interesting, and if you ask me, the original is getting a little boring.” He said with a smirk.

Frederick made a considering noise as he thought it over.

“Yeah… Why not?” Frederick grinned, “That’s actually not a bad idea. Thanks Felix!” He commended, beaming at the red head.

Felix blinked, “Thanks? What do you mean ‘actually’—”

“So, who should rewrite it then?” Chika said.

“Lusk is part of the newspaper club.” Kenneth informed, “She’s one of their best writers. I’m sure she could whip something up right away.” His tone was almost proud. The girl in question blushed but nodded as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“Then it’s decided!” Chika chirped happily, “We’ll rewrite the story to fit our needs and make the most unique Cinderella play Mr. Dick’s ever seen!”

Several cheers are sounded throughout the room.

One week later, the teenagers were all gathered backstage in the school gym, where a theater was set up.

“Okay, we only have fifteen minutes ‘til showtime, so let’s do one last check-up!” Kikka ordered, “Costumes?”

“Check!” Elora shouted in response.

“Props?”

“All handmade and ready to go!” Chika confirmed with a mock salute.

“Half-baked, last-minute acting skills?”

“Uuh, define ‘acting skills?’” Ben asked nervously before Frederick elbowed him and gave Kikka a reassuring smile, “Check!”

“Great.” Kikka grinned, “Not the best theater troupe you’ve ever seen, but not bad all things considered!”

“I just hope the audience will like it.” Marnie said with a nervous smile.

“The only one you need to worry about liking it is me.” A male voice suddenly spoke, causing everyone to pause and turn to see Advik Dixit, or Dick as the students had ever so lovingly dubbed him. Not that they ever called him that to his face.

“Mr. Dix!” Elora called in surprise before narrowing her eyes and huffing in faux irritation, “You here to make sure we don’t mess up or something? What, you don’t think we can handle a play on our own?”

“In all honesty, no I don’t.” Advik stated blankly, “I’m only here so I can get a closer look backstage. It would make it easier to grade you.”

Frederick nodded in understanding, “That makes se—Wait, we’re being graded?!”

Felix glared at the teacher, “You didn’t say anything about that.”

Advik raised an eyebrow, “I figured I didn’t need to. It says so on the papers I gave you three.”

Elora whipped around to look for the information papers he gave them, “But I thought—”

“Five minutes left!” Kikka announced, causing everyone to pause and then focus on double checking that they were prepared to go on stage.

“One minute!”

“That’s our cue!” Chika said, quickly pushing Elora to the stage.

The latter quickly scrambled to the stage, where the lights were already dimming.

The play started and the lights on the stage turned on to reveal a girl in rags mopping the floor of a mansion. The sparkly decorations and lavish furniture was a drastic difference compared to the girl’s dirty appearance.

“Once upon a time, there was girl named Cinderella,” Felix narrated into a microphone off to the side, “This girl was a beautiful maiden that, despite the dirty rags she adorned every day, lit up every room with her mere presence.”

Elora, as Cinderella, was indeed pretty with her long silky blue hair and purple eyes.

“However, Cinderella was constantly abused by her stepmother and stepsisters, who were jealous of her beauty.”

Elora abruptly paused her mopping, “Abused?” she mused to herself, “Nah, it’s more like the irritating buzzing of three pompous flies who can’t take care of themselves. If I didn’t clean this place, who would?”

“The fourth wall does not appreciate the beating, Cinderella.”

The girl rolled her eyes in response before jumping at the sound of a very loud “CINDERELLA!!” coming from the side.

She glared as Chika, as Anastasia, came running to her, out of breath and in a panic.

“Anastasia.” Elora greeted in a bored tone, “Is there something wrong?”

“Oh, it’s terrible!” Chika, exclaimed, “A mouse! A mouse in my room! Oh, you must take care of it, Cinderella! You were always the best at these kinds of jobs.”

“Don’t you mean the only one with the nerve to do the dirty work? It’s been like this since we were kids.”

“And that’s how it should be.” Another female voice had cut in.

Marnie, as Drizella, walked in from Elora’s other side.

“As the house-maid, you are the only one responsible for chasing away vermin.” She said in a pompous tone.

Elora huffed, “I am not a maid, I’m just the only competent person here.”

Marnie looked insulted, “The only one?! You—”

“Truly evil, as you can see.” Felix narrated in a dry tone as the two fought, “This continued through the rest of the morning until a knock came from the door.” Right on cue, a knocking sound came from somewhere offstage, catching the attention of the three girls immediately.

“I’ll get it.” Elora said as she walked away from sight.

“Good morning, miss.” Said a disembodied voice.

“Good morning. How may I help you?” Elora replied.

“A message from the king, miss. He wants every eligible maiden to attend a ball to celebrate the prince’s return from overseas.”

“A ball?” the girl asked, thinly veiled excitement in her voice, “And we’re invited?”

“Well, yes, as long as you’re not already romantically involved with someo—”

“Are you kidding me? We’ll be there.” Elora assured the messenger. Not a second later, the girl ran back to the others.

“Did you hear?” she asked, grinning widely.

“Of course, we heard!” Chika exclaimed, “We’ve been invited to a ball!”

“And to meet the prince.” Marnie reminded them, smile hidden behind her hand.

“Oh, who cares?” Elora dismissed, “We get to go to a ball!”

“We?” A voice cut in. Kikka, as the stepmother, walked in behind them.

“And who said you were attending, Cinderella?” The woman asked, a stern look on her face.

“Well, why not?” Elora snapped, “You can’t stop me from going.”

“I can and I will.” Kikka declared. Elora ground her teeth and opened her mouth to shout but was cut off.

“Unless, that is, you can get the house completely cleaned before we leave.”

“Completely?” The maiden asked in disbelief, “You can’t be serious! We live in a mansion! You can’t expect me to finish cleaning the whole house in mere hours! It takes days on average!”

“I suppose you better hurry then.” The mother snidely remarked before turning away, “Come on girls, we need to get your dresses ready for the ball.”

The stepsisters hesitated, but ultimately followed their mother with a “good luck” from Anastasia and an apologetic glance from Drizella.

“And so, Cinderella was left to clean, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to finish before the ball, let alone obtain an appropriate dress.”

The stage grows dark, leaving a stricken Elora in its wake.

After a minute, the stage lights up again, revealing Elora on the floor, absentmindedly scrubbing the floor.

“What to do, what to do…” The girl muttered to herself, “It’s been hours, and I still haven’t finished… Mum and my sisters have already left…” She huffed irritably and stood up.

“At this point, I might as well just finish cleaning tomorrow. I’m not going to the ball anyway, so what’s the point?!”

“Not so fast!”

Elora shrieked as a figure suddenly appeared in a puff of smoke in front of her.

“Who are you?!” She screamed as she fell back to the floor.

“I am your Fairy Godfather!” Benjamin, as the Fairy Godfather, explained.

Elora stared in confusion, “My… what?”

“Your Fairy Godfather. You know, your godfather that’s a fairy?” He explained, as if it was obvious.

Elora just stared at him incredulously, “Aren’t you a little… young to be my godfather?”

“Never mind that.” The boy dismissed with a wave of his hand, “The point is, I’m a fairy, and I can help you.”

“Help me?” she asked, intrigued.

“Yep. You want to go to the ball, correct?”

“Yes!” She confirmed, jumping up from her spot on the floor.

“Then I might have a solution for that.”

Elora tilted her head to the side in confusion before two strips of cloth shot out from the side of the stage and started dragging the girl away.

“Eh?! Wha— Fairy Godfather!!” The strips dragged her away kicking and screaming as Benjamin watched passively.

“The Fairy Godfather cast his spell to turn Cinderella’s dirty rags into a beautiful gown.”

Elora was all but shoved back onstage, tripping on her feet and faceplanting on the ground.

“Ow…” she groaned, collecting herself off the floor.

“Very good, now, you’ll be taking this carriage here.” The boy instructed as a carriage rolled onto the stage. Elora’s eyes widened in surprise.

“A carriage?!”

“Did you think the one your family took earlier was the only carriage you owned?” Benjamin said with a judging look, “What, you thought I was gonna whip up a little convoy for you? Turn one of these oversized gourds your family doesn’t eat into a carriage? My godchild, that’s above my pay grade. This will do.”

She had the decency to least-wise look a little sheepish, “I don’t really use them…”

The boy sighed, “Just… get in the carriage. We’ve wasted enough time already.”

Elora nodded and hurried into it.

“Off you go now!” Benjamin said as the carriage started rolling back off the stage, “Oh, and by the way, you only have until midnight before the spell wears off and you’ll be wearing rags again. So, about an hour.”

“An hour?!” she exclaimed right before she was removed from view.

The stage darkened again before it lit up a minute later, revealing Kenneth, as the Prince, sitting in a chair as he idly drank from a cup.

“Meanwhile, on the other side of town, the ball was thriving in the King’s castle. However, the Prince wasn’t all too enthusiastic about it, sulking in the corner as he was.”

“I’m not sulking.” Kenneth refuted irritably, “And I’m not in a corner. I’m sitting at a table in the middle of the room.” He glared at Felix, who was hidden off to the side of the stage. Though their audience couldn’t see it, Felix glared back at him.

“You may not be in a corner, but you are sulking. Now stop going off-script.” He snapped.

Kenneth turned away with a huff, continuing to glower off in the distance.

“Your highness.” Said a voice, catching Kenneth’s attention. Frederick, as the Grand Duke, walked up to him, stature and voice formal.

“It’s been hours since the ball had officially started, and yet you’ve barely talked to anyone. May I ask why?”

Kenneth shrugged, “Nobody’s caught my eye.”

The other sighed, “Your highness, your father explicitly requested that you find a bride tonight. If he found out you’ve made no effort—”

“What am I supposed to do?” Kenneth snapped harshly, “Walk up to a random girl and ask for a dance?”

Frederick gave him a look, “That is exactly what you’re supposed to do.”

Flushing lightly, Kenneth looked away, drinking more from his cup.

“Oh, come on, son!” Said another man, who walked onto the stage and stood next to the Kenneth. Frederick bowed, saying “Your majesty” in greeting.

Daniel, as the King, took one look around the room, “My, there’s quite an abundance of pretty, single, woman here tonight! Why don’t you talk to them?”

Kenneth glared at him, “You’re speaking as if they’re displays at the market.” He scolded, “Stop that. And I already told you, I’m not going to just marry any pretty woman you throw at me. Marriage is the endgame of what should be slow process.”

“In other words, he wants to marry a woman he falls in love with, not one you picked off the street.” Frederick explained.

Kenneth flushed further and glared at the man, to which the latter only shrugged in response.

“But son,” Daniel started with a sigh, putting both hands on Kenneth’s shoulders, “You’re not gonna find someone to date if you don’t talk to them, and that’s exactly what you’re avoiding.”

“I’m not going to find love by looking for it.” Kenneth said, “I want our first meeting to go naturally, not enforced.”

Just then, Both Chika and Marnie walked up to them, smiles polite and nervous.

“Good evening, your highness.” Marnie bowed gracefully, prompting Chika to follow, “How are you, this fine night?”

Kenneth stared at her for a moment before answering, “I’m doing well, this evening. And you?”

“Delightful.” She answered and then paused, a hesitant glance at Chika, before looking the man in the eye with determination.

“Me and my sister here have been itching to dance for a while now.” She batted her eyes, “But I’m afraid we haven’t found any partners.”

Kenneth visibly straightened, already offering his hand, “Then would you—”

“Oh my, look at her!” Said a voice from behind them. All five of them turned around to see Elora at the back of the stage perusing around the props. Multiple disembodied voices continued to sing her praises, the girl completely oblivious to them.

“She is quite pretty.” Kenneth noted as Daniel smiled widely.

“That she is!” He exclaimed before turning to Kenneth and all but shoving the man towards her, “In fact! I think you should go ask her for a dance!”

“Wha—?! But I was—”

“Come on! Just one dance?” Daniel looked straight in Kenneth’s eyes with the most pleading gaze he could muster.

In the end, the man couldn’t resist them, and said yes.

Kenneth walked up to the blue-haired girl, ignoring the disappointed look on Marnie’s face.

“Excuse me, miss?” He called, catching Elora’s attention, “Would you like a dance?”

The girl gave him a once over and turned away.

“No thanks.” She dismissed easily.

Kenneth blinked, before calmly turning to Daniel, “She rejected me.” He stated.

Daniel had his head in his hand and Frederick looked like he was holding back laughter.

“Wow, the most beautiful maiden here, but she’s unfortunately quite blasé...” The brunette said in amusement, his formal stature cracking.

Kenneth rolled his eyes, “She is indeed, quite pretty, but she’s hardly the most beautiful.” He then turned back to Marnie, who visibly brightened by his attention, until a hand grabbed his wrist, prompting him to look back and see Elora standing there.

“Excuse you?” The girl asked, shaking slightly, “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” She looked Kenneth in the eyes, hot anger burning inside her own.

“I didn’t say you were ugly.” He stated with a frown, “In fact, quite the opposite. Are you so conceited that you can’t stand for anything less than praise?”

That just made the girl glare harder, “You didn’t have to say it in such a rude way!”

The man’s gaze turned irritated, “You rejected me barely a second after I requested a dance.”

“Are you so cocky you couldn’t have imagined a girl would reject you?”

The two glared at each other for a moment.

“C-come on you two…” Daniel started, trying to placate the argument, “Maybe you could settle this over a game or something? In fact, it’s almost time for the midnight dance! You two could dance together to see who’s better!”

At the mention of midnight, Elora gasped and glanced at the clock, only to see that at that moment it was 11:50. All the while, Kenneth shot down Daniel’s idea, saying it would be ridiculous to dance with someone you didn’t even like.

“As much as I would like to continue this delightful conversation,” She started, suddenly yanking her hand from his wrist and backing away, “But I have to leave now. I don’t have time for silly squabbles.” She turned away and dashed towards the food table, grabbing an assortment of treats, before running away in a very non-lady-like manner.

Kenneth jolted at her actions and looked offended, “You’re the one who started this ‘silly squabble’!” He shouted incredulously as she ran away. The man huffed irritably as he walked back to the others.

“Well, that was weird.” Daniel commented, “So, what’d you think?”

“She’s a beauty but it isn’t nearly enough to make up for that personality.” Kenneth scoffed.

“If you say so.” Daniel sighed, “However, I would still like to—” he turned around, only to see that the blue-haired girl had left. The clock’s bells rang, announcing that it was midnight.

“Cinderella ran away that night, her identity a mystery and no clues as to who she could have been, much to the King’s disappointment. However, the Prince and Drizella danced through the night, only leaving the other’s side when the girls had to head back home.”

True enough, Kenneth asked Marnie for a dance, and she eagerly agreed. They danced on stage for a bit before Chika tapped Marnie’s shoulder.

“I’m afraid we have to leave, sister.” Chika said with an apologetic smile.

“Oh…” Marnie looked disappointed, “That’s my cue then. It was lovely to meet you, your highness.” She pulled away and started to follow the other girl, only to be stopped by a hand on her wrist.

“Wait!” Kenneth called, “What’s your name?”

Marnie looked surprised but smiled in delight, “Drizella.” She answered simply before finally leaving.

The stage darkened once more, lighting up again to reveal Elora and her family at the dinner table, drinking tea. A knock was heard from somewhere offstage.

“I’ll get it.” Elora announced as she stood up and walked towards the noise.

“Good morning miss. May we come in?” Said a male voice. Elora watched in surprise as Frederick walked onstage, along with Kenneth. Once Elora met eyes with Kenneth, the two stared at each other for a moment in stunned silence.

“IT’S YOU!?!?” They both shouted, pointing at each other incredulously.

“You’re that stuck-up prince!” Elora yelled.

“Stuck-up—Excuse me?!” Kenneth yelled back indignantly, “Says that rude little maiden who couldn’t take an off-handed comment about your looks!”

“Oh, I’ll show you ‘little’—”

“With all do respect, but you two realize that you have an audience?” Frederick suddenly interrupted, exasperated.

Elora and Kenneth paused their bickering and slowly turned to face Elora’s step-family, who were silently watching in shock.

“Y-your highness!?” Marnie exclaimed, standing up and bowing, “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Kenneth cleared his throat and collected himself before both him and Frederick bowed as well.

“Excuse us for our intrusion.” Kenneth apologized.

“Oh, not at all!” Kikka responded as she and Chika stood up as well.

Kenneth cleared his throat once more, “I could have come later, but I wanted to do this as soon as possible.” He then got down on one knee in front of Marnie and pulled out a small box, everyone held their breath in anticipation, “Miss Drizella, would you go…” He opened the box, “Go out on a date with me?”

“A date?!” everyone exclaimed. In the box was a small hydrangea brooch.

“Wait, so you’re not going to ask her to marry you?” Chika asked in bewilderment.

Kenneth gave her a look, “I’ve only met her hours ago. Of course, I’m not going to ask her to marry me.”

“But—You—You got on your knees and everything!” The blonde defended herself.

“I admit, it was little misleading.” Frederick remarked. Rolling his eyes, Kenneth turned his gaze back to Marnie.

“Do you accept my offer, miss?”

Marnie immediately dropped to her knees and hugged Kenneth, sobbing and shouting “Yes!” multiple times.

“The heart-warming sight inspired the others to cheer and celebrate the new relationship. Everyone hugging each other in pure happiness.”

True to his word, the others cheered and praised the new couple, throwing flower petals—Which they got from seemingly nowhere—into the air and embracing each other.

Amidst the chaos, Elora crouched beside Kenneth, “Break her heart and I’ll break your legs.” She whispered in a threatening tone.

“I’d like to see you try.” He replied with an unimpressed glare, but then tilted his head in consideration, “…But if I do break her heart, I’d let you.”

The girl gave him a small smile and nodded. The three of them stood up and they all faced the audience.

“And so, the Prince and Drizella started dating and the King could rest easy knowing his son was in a stable relationship. As for Cinderella and Anastasia, they moved away some years later and built their own lives. As the years passed, the couple fell more in love, and eventually got married. They all lived happily ever after. The end.”

The audience cheered as the actors present bowed, followed by Benjamin and Daniel who ran onstage to bow as well. Eventually, they got off the stage and the gym’s lights turned on, signaling the audience to leave.

“That was so fun!” Chika cheered backstage. Several cries of agreement responded.

“I’m pretty sure I was shaking the entire time…” Marnie admitted as she sighed in relief, “You think anyone noticed?”

“I think you did wonderfully.” Kenneth reassured her with a hand on her shoulder. Marnie smiled and nodded gratefully.

“For a play put together by teenagers, I admit it wasn’t that bad.” Advik commented off-handedly.

“Soo, what grade did we get?” Elora asked their teacher, grinning brightly.

“I’m not grading it now. You three will get your grades after the festival is over.”

“Wait, so, what do we get?” Kenneth asked, gesturing to himself, and the five others who helped them with the play.

“Well, since the six of you weren’t assigned the project in the first place, I can’t give you a grade.” Advik stated with an unbothered shrug, “And whether or not you get extra points for it is up to your own teachers.”

“So, we get no compensation?” Kikka asked.

“I believe that’s up to them.” Advik gestured to his three students before walking away, deciding he had better things to do.

“…How about we take you all out to dinner?” Frederick suggested after an awkward silence had settled over them.

“Sounds great!” Chika agreed.

Later that evening, the group found themselves in a French restaurant, lively with chatter, and squeezed around a table.

“I can’t believe we didn’t realize it was graded…” Frederick commented idly.

“Yeah, and I suppose we did see that grading rubric he put on those assignment papers.” Elora huffed as she bitterly took another bite of her food, “But I just thought it was there so we’d know what was expected of the play!”

“Well, this school is known for taking it’s extra-curricular activities stupidly seriously.” Felix commented, “Really, we should have known better.”

“I suppose it was a good thing we followed the rubric regardless of whether it was graded or not.” Marnie laughed. As the one assigned to writing the play, she’d been given the rubric as something to base off of.

“Thank God you weren’t foolish enough to ignore the rubric completely.” Kikka sighed, “I’m honestly glad I’m not actually being given a grade.”

“Here, here!” Daniel yelled in a mock cheer.

The group laughed and chatted until they’d finished their food and it was time to leave.

“You know, all things considered, I had a lot of fun being in the play!” Chika stated as they walked back to their dorms.

“Yeah.” Frederick laughed in agreement, “I suppose, in the end, all that matters is that we enjoyed it.”

#fnaf #oneshot #Not canon to my story #comedy #Not all characters mentioned have shown up in my fanfic yet #The idea behind this was just “what if they had to do a cinderella play?” and then I found it funny so I wrote it.#Enjoy!

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