#for such a little bun hana gives exceptional hugs

[sae-mian]

he's a hugger

[mermaider00]

Merry Meihem

For @grouchymillennial

His first Christmas was when he discovered he liked Christmas.

Junkertown didn't do Christmas. These months were spent preparing for the intense heat of summer in the Outback, like smashing a guy's teeth in for some clean water or scurrying off with a few extra planks of wood to add to their shelter. It wasn't winter, but here - and what suddenly felt like all of the real world - it was wintertime. Snow and jackets and turkeys and cups of something hot. It was a strange thing, and Christmas was even stranger. His first Christmas had been last Christmas. Hooking up with Overwatch seemed to come with the holiday that everyone enjoyed.

Everyone loved it... especially her.

Junkrat liked it, this very colorful extravaganza. What wasn't there to like? There were bright lights everywhere and fun songs to sing and yummy drinks with a warm kick in them and everyone dressed extra festive. And presents, he reminded himself. He hadn't had anything for anyone last year because he and Roadie had skipped their duties for a fun in the sun vacation, weather conditions they were more used to. But this year he was here, at the Watchpoint with snow outside the windows and those bright lights shining and those songs blasting at the Christmas party.

This year he was here... and so was she.

Have a holly jolly Christmas, and when you walk down the street...

Everyone was in the lounge area drinking, dancing, chatting, exchanging gifts they would pull from underneath the giant Christmas tree that was somehow still surviving the lust in his eyes to burn it. He still felt a bit out of place, but Overwatch seemed to be used to the junkers now. Roadie was sitting at the bar with a pair of reindeer antlers on his head. The angel doctor, wearing some gorgeous red number and her blonde hair down and curled, sat next to him quietly as she watched the dancing. Junkrat sat at a table on the other side of the room wearing red pants and a vest with snowmen on it over his bare chest. He felt very fancied up.

She was wearing a dark blue dress. The turtleneck kept her warm and over it she wore a necklace with a big snowflake pendent. The matching hairpin was where it belonged, but tonight it settled in a wavy ponytail instead of her usual messy bun. Her eyes were bright and she was laughing with Reinhardt, holding a cup of something as her silver heels sparkled in the twinkling lights of the party.

There was snow outside, but Junkrat thought he may be sweating through the snowman vest. He felt... off.

Mei was so pretty, he thought for the millionth time. He wanted to hobble over there and tell her for the millionth time, but he wasn't allowed to. Well... he was allowed to. He just didn't know if she'd be okay with it in front of the old germen guy. And pulling her away to tell her would look like something.

Something like... them being together. Which, officially, they weren't.

But he wanted them to be. Officially.

Fooling around, is what they agreed to. Just spending some secret time together no one knew about, just letting off some steam. She didn't want to make anything complicated and didn't want anyone to worry or give her the eye. She wanted something fun, just between them because he'd somehow gotten to her and made her laugh and feel needed and so very, very desired. And she was...

Mei was everything to him. Somehow there was nothing else.

It's Christmastime in the city...

"You gotta stop staring at her, man."

Junkrat flinched, his leg squeaking, then stared as Lucio sat down next to him. His hair was blue and braided close to his scalp, and the color matched the shiny outfit he'd chosen for the party. The man could shine like the bulb of a Christmas light on the tree. "I ain't staring."

"You are," Lucio argued, pulling a teal Santa hat over his braids. "She does look beautiful though. I couldn't help but stare a bit myself. I mean... that's a real nice dress she's got on."

Amber eyes narrowed dangerously. "I gotta take you out, music man?"

Lucio simply placed his chin onto his palm and tilted his head with a sweet smile. "I'd never try to steal my friend's girl."

Junkrat blinked. No one was supposed to know. "What friend? What girl? Uh... you got a friend with a girl or something?"

"Yes," he nodded. "And he's wearing a ridiculous vest with no shirt. I know you two hook up, and I just want to say that I think it's great. I think you're great for each other. It's like an opposites attract kinda thing. Fire and ice. And wow, there's a song here."

"I got no idea what you're talking about, mate," Junkrat said, turning away a bit nervously and waving him off. "And stop staring at me with that face. Not like there's some mistletoe above us."

"If there was I'd give you a big fat wet one, Jamie Fawkes." Lucio eyed his friend's slumped shoulders and the frown on his face. The junker loved parties, and it was a wonder no one was trying to keep him out of some kind of Christmas themed mischief. He realized he didn't like it when the rat was in a funk. "I'm surprised that tree is still standing," he said casually. "Last year you sent it into the mountains in a fiery blaze of pine. Everyone got mad after they spent hours decorating it."

Just as he knew it would, the memory made Junkrat start to laugh. "Those bastards think they can fool me with their crafty alarm system they got hooked up on the stupid train. I go near that thing, it goes off and the monkey carries me away. But just you wait, froggie. That tree's shooting off like a damn rocket once I get my hands on it. Merry Christmas to me!"

"You know what I've just decided I want for Christmas?" Now that he was in a better mood, Lucio wrapped an arm around Junkrat's shoulders. "I want to see my friend happy with his girl. My friend, who likes to make Christmas trees explode, the one who keeps staring at the beautiful ice lady in the blue dress."

Junkrat tensed under the embrace. "I told you I don't--"

"Not finished." Lucio pulled him close, and then placed their cheeks together, forcing their eyes to line up. Suddenly they were both staring at Mei as she hugged Hana. "If she's not someone's girl now, she might be someone's girl later. I've been watching you look at her all night, here at this party when we're all together. But when it's not Christmas, when we're not at a party, I'm telling you now that I watch her look at you too. She looks at you the same way you look at her when you're occupied, like how she is right now. And it's driving me crazy, because life is short and both of you should be acutely aware of that after what you've been through. Because it's Christmas, and I really think you should give me what I want for Christmas."

Their faces were mushed together, but both sets of eyes were on the girl. If she was his girl, then Junkrat knew he wouldn't feel so off or so alone when in situations like this. He didn't need for their relationship to be known by their teammates or to have some kind of possession over her. But he did want her, and he just didn't know how to ask if she wanted him back.

"Merry Christmas, you filthy Australian," Lucio said suddenly, then placed a big smacking kiss on Junkrat's cheek before gliding away. On the way to the dance floor, Lucio pulled Ana into a twirl and gave him a grin over her head. So easy for him, the celebrity.

Junkrat stuck his tongue out at him.

This evening has been so very nice...

Another song. Maybe he should just go, or try to deactivate the alarm on the tree while everyone was focused on the party. That would be fun and merry.

"Hi."

The ache in his chest instantly turned into a flip of joy. He looked up next to him, and there she was. Still sparkly like an icicle. He smiled big and wanted desperately to grab her, but he somehow managed to stay in his seat. Maybe he was still off. Maybe he would be a bit off forever. At least while Mei was still in his life.

She leaned against the wall next to him. "I see you've managed to keep your hands off the Christmas tree this year."

"Party's not over yet, snowflake."

Mei grinned. The gathering seemed to be going well, and it was so nice to see everyone relaxing and all dressed up for the holiday. Even the junker next to her. "You're oddly quiet tonight. Not feeling the Christmas spirit?"

Junkrat turned away from her so he could look at something else. Reinhardt was now dancing with Torbjorn's buff daughter. It seemed like everyone got to dance with everyone else, except him and the one he really wanted to hold. "I hate this song," he murmured, scowling a bit. "Can you ask someone to change it?"

Mei listened closely. After all the socializing, she was just now really hearing the music. "This one is considered a classic Christmas song. It's the romantic one."

"Romantic?" He scoffed and made a gag noise. "That poor girl just wants to go home and he ain't letting her. She says her Pop's worried about her. If I was her Pop I'd blow down the door and roast the bloke like a turkey. Let the jackals have a proper Christmas dinner."

She considered the lyrics as she listened some more, finally able to relax. "The time the song was written--"

"Don't care. A girl's gotta defend herself against creepy guys with smooth singing voices. Especially against creepy guys with smooth singing voice who won't let you go home to your Pop."

He heard her sigh, then felt the soft skin of her hand as it softly touched his shoulder. He felt like he could melt into a puddle from the feel.

"Let's take a break," she whispered down to him, then gave his shoulder a squeeze before turning and heading for the exit of the lounge area, her heels clicking as she walked.

Junkrat waited a few seconds. That's how it was, he reminded himself. One of them would go, and the other would follow a little bit behind so no one would catch on to anything. Always sneaking around, always lying. Usually he liked sneaking around and lying.

But not when it came to her. With Mei, he wanted to pick her up and never let her go.

Baby, you'll freeze out there...

He left the party, walking down the wide dark hallway of the Watchpoint, the only light from the moon glaring in from the big windows. It was still snowing, and he found her watching it fall. He shivered in the snowman vest.

She gave him a pretty smile when he came to stand next to her. "If this mood is about the tree, then let me remind you we all agreed you could do whatever you wanted with it after Christmas. I'll even come watch."

That put a small light back into his yellow eyes. "You will?"

Mei nodded, then lifted her hands to hold his face so she could lean up to kiss him. She was a bit taller in her heels and could reach. This time he did melt from the warmth of her mouth. "After everyone goes to bed, you should come to my room. It's snowing still, so you can keep me warm all night."

"Yeah, I can do that, love," he answered, a stupid dreamy grin on his face as he bent forward for more of her touch and more kisses. But it didn't last long when his head cleared up a bit.

He didn't know if he would get any presents tomorrow on Christmas - even with Overwatch, he was still a bit naughty - but he did know that both he and Lucio wanted the same thing.

He didn't want anything else.

I'll have a blue Christmas without you...

The faint music drifted down the hall.

"Mei," he eased out, and it sounded difficult when he took her hands. "About... all this. Like coming to your room. Like coming out here, away from the party."

Mei blinked up at him. "Hmm?"

Trial and error was how he got through most things. And now he would just have to try his best. "I... don't wanna do it anymore." He swallowed. Maybe that was a good start? "I want to stop."

Her hands squeezed in his and he heard her inhale a sharp breath. "Stop?" she asked softly. "You don't... You want to stop? You don't want to be with me anymore?"

Junkrat gave a small, worried yelp when he watched her big eyes start to tear up behind her glasses. "No! No, love, that's not what I'm saying at all. I knew I would fuck it up, so stupid!"

"Jamie," she murmured sadly, but also now very confused.

"Let me start over, I'm ruining it." He held her hands firmly and even quickly placed his forehead on hers for reassurance. "What I'm saying is... instead of us being like this, maybe we can... be something else? I mean, I know we don't match. I know we don't make sense. I'm tall and you're not. You're Chinese and I'm not. You're perfect and I'm..."

Not. Not even a little.

Now that the tears dried, Mei stared up at him with a lifted brow. "What are you saying?"

He sighed, exasperated with himself. How was he going to get through this? "We don't match," he said again. Junkrat lifted a hand and held it as if measuring something. He lifted it high above her. "You're here." He then lowered his hand, as far as he could reach. "And I'm here. You're like a queen, saving everyone and the whole world. And I'm just a rat rolling around in the dirt with the pigs."

"But, Jamie, I don't care about that, I told you--" Her eyes went big when he covered her mouth with his flesh hand.

"I'm just gonna say it and I know I'm not gonna say it right. If you don't want to be anyone's girl right now, then that's how it'll be. I just want to know if... instead of being like how we are now... maybe you'd like to be my girl. Officially."

He didn't know how exactly to react when he felt her smile underneath his hand. She moved it away and asked, "You want me to be your girl?"

Junkrat nodded. Might as well see this through. "And I'd be yours too, just so you know. I'd be your guy. Your favorite guy. I can hold your hand and take you on a date and I'd even be willing to plant another tree with you after I blow the Christmas one up 'cause you know, darl, I just really want to blow it up. But I know you like to plant stuff so... I'll do it. For you."

The way she was smiling... It had to be a good sign, right? He'd never done this before. He'd never cared about anybody enough. But he wanted her to be his girl and he wanted to be her guy. He wanted to help her with her problems and keep her warm when she was cold and hold her when the nightmares came. She'd once trekked through the arctic with only a little bot for company, but he never wanted her to be so alone again. And on Christmas, this holiday they both liked, he wanted it all to start right away.

"I'll be your girl," she finally said, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down closer to her. "And you'll be my guy. Officially."

And the feeling of being off went away completely. He took her waist and kissed her, bouncing a bit as he stood. "A lot of junker girls just burst into tears, I hope you know. Even the Queen herself."

"I'm sure they did," Mei said with a laugh. "Tears of joy."

He seemed to instantly forget her teasing and grabbed her hand, pulling her along back to the party. She realized then his snowman vest jingled. "Lets go dance, love!"

He hadn't been lying to himself when he said he didn't care about the others knowing. He didn't need to pull Mei into the party and announce the good news, finally making their relationship known to everyone else. All he wanted to do was dance with her in Christmas light and music, and look more at the tree so he could plan for its great demise. Junkrat pulled Mei close as another song began, another classic with a softer, slower twist than the original. She even kissed him, and no one said a word.

Junkrat felt a pat on his shoulder. Lucio was next to him swaying with Hana. The music man gave him a thumb's up and a wink. As they danced, the fingers of his flesh hand moved through the wavy locks of Mei's ponytail as her arms hugged his waist and her cheek rested against his chest. The moment was a nice one, Junkrat decided, but an even better one would be when he finally got the tree, and the two of them would watch it burn high in the sky.

All I want for Christmas is you...

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Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope this didn't suck. <3

[clevernewdimension]

Exhaulted Part Five

Parts: Prologue, One, Two, Three (M), Four, Five, Six,

Genre: Drama, Romance, Violence, drug use, plus more!

Pairing: UnidentifiedxReaderXUnidentified maybe?

Word Count:  6.6K

A/N: Wanted to get this done late tonight so I’m not worrying about trying to get it published before Critical Role. Also, not that this matters, but fuck yeah Paramore with new music! Hard Times is great! Enjoy the part and enjoy having another character to hate!

Mrs. Hana practically pushed me into a changing room the second I got to the palace. I changed into black slacks, small heels and a dark purple dress shirt and the black with purple stitching waistcoat. I quickly pulled my hair back into a tight bun, pinning my bangs to the side. I made sure to already do the little make up that is, unfortunately, required if you’re a female. I grumbled about how sexist it was, only to make Mrs. Hana nod in agreement. Its honestly is bullshit in my opinion, but who am I to complain with the money I’m going to be making.

My morning was fairly normal, besides the pictures of Yixing and I on social media. Most sane people were very nice, some were not but, well, they’re just anonymous people behind a fake name, anyways. I was about to go when Lina stopped by quickly, handing me a purple lipstick that ‘matches the royal color’. Something about wanting me to stand out, or something. She’ll be disappointed but not surprised when I didn’t wear it.

I leave the changing area, smiling when I see Cera placing small bites of cake on a tray. Other hors d’veuvres are being prepared as Mrs. Hana hands me a tray with glasses of champagne. “Alright, and go!”

I walk out, making rounds and small talk when they spoke to me, which isn’t often. There were at least a hundred people there, probably even getting close to one hundred and fifty. They were all dressed in gowns and suits that alone could pay for literally everything I’d ever need for the rest of my life. It was elegant and luxurious. Crystal chandeliers hung from the tall ceiling. The walls were decorated with a light patterned wall paper. It was a nice white and cream color. The floors were a white marble, shining and perfectly clean. There was a small orchestra playing slow music to the side, though no one really dancing. It was mostly there to provide atmosphere. People were huddled in groups speaking about politics and business. Everyone intermingled with one another, the dukes all wearing badges on the right side of their suits, their wives close by gossiping about all the latest trends. I saw Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and Jongin out the corner of my eye. They waved me over, getting glasses and talking to me.

“You look nice,” Jongin says with a smile, taking a glass from the opposite side, trying to keep it balanced for me. All three wore gray suits, the exact same shade. Part of me wanted to ask if that was planned or if it was a coincidence.

“Thank you,” I say, nodding. “I don’t know if I’m just doing drinks all night or if I’ll have food at some point, but if I do I’ll be sure to stop by!”

Baekhyun smiles, taking a glass as he waved someone over. “We could always use more drinks!”

Chanyeol nods, “You bet. Nights like these are awful. Especially for Minseok…”

The person Baekhyun waved at stood by me. It was a man with black hair and brown eyes. His hair was long, in a bun, out of his face. He looked friendly, a smile on his face. “Hey Ty,” He says, “See anyone who could have… well, you know?”

“They’ll probably be here if they were at our party,” Chanyeol explains to me, as I catch on to what they were saying.

Ty shakes his head, “Haven’t seen him yet, sorry. I’ll keep an eye out though.” He looks at me, taking a glass, “I’m so sorry for what happened. The person bought it from me saying something about some sort of science experiment and his girlfriend agreed to use it. I’m never selling that stuff from now on.” He genuinely looked worried.

“Thank you, but truthfully, I’m fine,” I say with a nod, “I have to go hand out more drinks. See you all later!”

Once my tray was empty, I was handed one full of fresh glasses. They were tall glasses, with a stem of silver metal. They were pretty, though I expected as much. I could see acting king Song as he had Junmyeon, Yixing, and Sehun next to him. The acting king had brown hair with a few gray strands. His eyes were blue gray, colder than they should be. He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. He was fair and just to everyone, just very strict. He wore a black suit with a bow tie and a dark purple shirt. The crown in his head was gold, large and shimmering with a multitude of emeralds, rubies and sapphires.

The three royal siblings who stood by King Song all wore dark suits as well. Yixing’s was plain black, Junmyeon’s was a very dark gray, and Sehun’s was Black with thin white pinstripes. They all wore the dark purple shirts and ties as well. They all also wore their hair back out of their faces. Each of them had a crown on their head as well, though smaller. They were silver except for the crown princes, which was gold. However, all the same shape and looked fairly much the same, except that they had only one type of jewel. Each of them had a different stone. Junmyeon’s had the rubies, looking regal with the yellow gold. Yixing’s had sapphires and Sehun’s had emeralds, the white gold still looking stunning.

They were standing next to Song, as they just entered. Junmyeon looked like he was meant to be there, listening intently and was completely serious when he needed and charming when he didn’t. Yixing looked a tad awkward sometimes. He held an air of discomfort about him, though still being polite to everyone. He truly didn’t care much for the show and dance of being royal. Sehun, however, looked bored. He made no attempt to hide it, either. He looked around, his eyes meeting mine as he winked, mouthing ‘they’re boring me to death’. I smirked, shaking my head. Sehun smiled at me, before turning and trying to make it look as if he was at least one percent interested in what they were speaking of. Soon, they’ll be allowed to go where they please, but for now, they just have to stand and play their parts.

I saw all the Royals there. Minseok was standing by his family, looking stone still and cold. His hair completely slicked back, though still purple. Minseok looked like he was about to see a divorce lawyer or something. There wasn’t a hint of emotion on his face at all, which I’m sure came from years of practice. He spared me a look, giving me a nod and a smile hidden from the others from the South before he turned back to his father, listening intently. You could definitely tell the southerners from everyone else. They were dressed in only black, white or gray. Even the dresses were either one of a combination of these colors.

Jongdae was dancing with a girl, smiling as he giggled at him, leaning in to whisper in his ear. She walks off, winking at him. He smiles at me, waiting a few minutes before walking to me, getting two glasses of champagne. He winks, before turning to find her. Later on when I saw them, they looked relatively normal, their hair a bit messier than before, but over all, fine. Something tells me that was just a quick peek at what the night held for the two of them. He did get a glass from me, winking before he got another for the current apple of his eye. “Seems like tonight isn’t that bad after all!”

“Speak for yourself, my feet are killing me,” I mutter, making him smile before he nods, turning back to his guest.

Sehun came up to me, giving me a small hug before taking a glass, drinking it all in one go.

“Are you ok,” I ask, giving him a weird look as his eyes meet mine, setting it back down. I was shocked, as it seemed a bit out of character for him, but one look at his face told me he was emotionally being wrecked by the night. He glared at some people whom he just left. He looks at me, “Do you think they’ll ever think of me as a true prince? Do you see me as one?” For a moment, there was a crack in his confidence as he looked back at the crowd he was just at. His eyes held sadness in them for a moment, then, just was quickly as it came, it was gone. Knowing that there’s something he’s struggling with tugged at my heart, especially since that obviously wasn’t all that was hurting him.

I simply nod, “One day, Sehun. But for now, ignore them. You’re better than to sink down to their petty level.” I offer him another, which he accepts. “I do see you as a real prince, by the way. You are the king’s son, no matter if he wanted you to be or not.” I turned, going on about my job as I left the youngest there in stunned silence. The rest of the night, when our eyes met, I kept mouthing things like ‘relax’ and words of encouragement to him. He pretended like he didn’t care, but his eyes held his true emotions. Sehun has walls up that are hundreds of meters high and I couldn’t help but feel as if there must be a reason for that.

Junmyeon never left Song’s side, so I only got a smile from him. I smiled back, feeling my feet start to ache as I kept walking. He looked like a natural. Polite, greeting everyone and talking business and politics as if there was no worry in the world. Looking at the princes, I couldn’t help but think that the three princes looked extremely handsome with their crowns. Almost otherworldly in their perfection.

Jihae was there with her parents and two other people, chatting up a storm. I tried my best to remain calm as they all took drink from me. Jihae smirk as she took a glass, shaking her head as she turned away. I resist the urge to dump all the glasses on her, attempting to be the better person. She’s never the better person, so part of me wondered why I try to be.

I turned, my feet throbbing in pain. A few moments later, I hear footsteps from behind me, so I turn, holding out my tray as someone was reaching for a glass. I look forward, my eyes widen in shock as I see Daejung standing there. He wore a white suit, looking stunned seeing my face. He was a bit taller now, and broader as it looks like he has been working out. Daejung looked the perfect picture of a good, wholesome rich boy. That picture is worth a thousand words and all of them are lies. My heart beat faster as I tried not to panic. I was fine. He can’t do anything here in front of people, right?

“Y/N,” He says, his face giving me an awkward smile, “Oh… It’s nice to see you. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

I bit the sarcastic remark back as I grin, “Well, yes… I’m here.” Being around him always brought out the biting sarcasm in me, which never lead to good things.

His green eyes meet mine as he finally took the glass he reached for. “It’s… nice to see you. Are you well?” His ink black hair was slicked back, he looked like he was dressed in the best money could buy. He took a sip, his eyes watching me like I’m prey, “Have you been a good girl?” His smirk turned a bit villainous as me looks me up and down, “Did you miss me, or is there a new ‘Daddy’ in your life?”

“I’m f-fine,” I studder quickly as I feel someone take a glass. I turn, seeing Lina for the first time that night as she was glaring at Daejung. Lina’s eyes held the wrath of a thousand suns for what he did to me, which makes me wonder what she’s be like if she knew the truth. Her dress the same color as the champagne with some crystals sewn into the fabric. She looked like a goddess, and I told her so yesterday. Her hair was styled up in a perfect bun as she has little pins with pearls on them, as well as a necklace of them. Her lips were red in a frown.

“What are you doing talking to Y/N,” She asks, taking a sip as she places a hand on her hip. Her voice had a biting edge to it that no one could mistake.

Daejung’s eyes lingered on me, as the ‘wholesome’ image came out again. He smiled at her, “Well, I was just seeing if she was ok.”

“You didn’t care about that before, don’t pretend like you care about that now,” Lina almost growls, glaring. Her eyes looked angrier when she had them lined in black like she did now. She tapped her foot, “Besides, don’t you have a fiancee to go talk to? I’m sure she wouldn’t be happy seeing you talk to your ex.”

Daejung glances at Jihae, seeing her in her dark red gown. She was speaking to whom, I assume, are his parents as he turns back to the two of us. The smile of an absolute snake on his face, “No, we talked, she’s fine with us being friends.”

I couldn’t hide the fact that I rolled my eyes even if I wanted to when he said she was fine with being friends. Lina rolls her eyes, “Then she’s lying, because I know Jihae and I know she’s a jealous bitch. You know what she did to Y/N, don’t even pretend like you care about her anymore.” Lina stepped forward, putting herself a bit between the two of us.

“Whatever she did to Y/N, I’m sure Y/N must have deserved in some way,” He says, looking back at me. The smile was innocent, but his eyes were not. “Right, Y/N? We all know how you have the tendency to… misbehave. Especially lately, it seems. When we were dating, she was a nice, good girl. Now, though...” Daejung takes a sip from his glance, his eyes meeting mine, “Well, from what I’ve heard she’s become a bit of a whore.”

Daejung didn’t care that I was feeling humiliated. He wouldn’t have cared before, either. He noticed, of course. I glared at him, shaking my head at his comment. His eyes held fury and was about to say something as Kyungsoo and Yixing walked over. He looks at them, nodding, “Hello, your highness, Sir Do.”

“Is there a problem,” Kyungsoo asks, looking between all of us. He looked good in a dark blue suit, one made for those in the military. He spent most of his time with his father and their leaders. They were a lot like the Southerners, but not as extreme. Everyone from the North had a decorative sword at their side. However, it was still an extremely dangerous weapon.

Lina shrugs, “Well, nothing besides someone who doesn’t know how to leave their ex alone after they’ve broken their heart and left them for someone with more money because they’re a heartless and greedy sack of shit.”

Daejung glares at Lina, “That’s not what happened at all.” His fists clench, looking angry at her. Fear bubbled up in me as I grab onto Lina, ready to pull her away if I need to.

Lina doesn’t care for his glare, as she looks at Kyungsoo. “Not that it matters. Y/N’s moved on anyways, right? New person in her life and all that.”

I glance at Lina, my eyes wide. Who is in my life that I don’t know about?

Daejung laughs at that, “Really? Y/N, you’re dating someone?” The look on his face was conceited. “What’s his name? I doubt if he’s better than me.” The smirk that haunted my nightmares was back as he looked at me. “Doll, you know I really liked you, but Let's be honest here, shall we? You were way below my league. Truth hurts, I know.”

I bite my lip, looking down at my feet. I look at Lina, seeing her seethe in anger. Kyungsoo glared at Daejung, and Yixing was looking at me with worried eyes.

When I look back at Lina, I knew she was about to do something rash. Lina gets that look on her where I know she’s about to just say the first thing that comes to her mind. She looks him in the eye with a smirk, before gesturing to her right, beyond me. “Yixing. His name is Zhang Yixing.”

It took everything in my power not to gasp at that. My mind went into a frenzy, thinking Lina couldn’t be this stupid. Of all the people, she had to blurt out the name of a prince. I look down at my feet, trying to keep calm as I feel the tray I was carrying get lighter. I look over, seeing Yixing holding a glass, a smile on his face.

“It’s true,” He says, playing along with Lina’s lie. I looked at him with bug eyes, not believing what I am hearing. He puts a hand on my lower back, “Y/N, it’s alright. We shouldn’t hide anymore.” He then turns to Daejung, a perfect smile appearing. “A few weeks now, actually. We didn’t say anything because we are trying to keep it between friends.” Yixing turns, putting an arm around my waist, smiling a huge, wonderful smile. “She’s wonderful. I wonder every day who would ever give Y/N up.”

I see Daejung scowl at that comment, though the look of pure and utter shock remains.

Even Kyungsoo decides to add to the lie. “They’ve kept it pretty quiet. I didn’t find out until a week ago, honestly.”

Daejung’s face was honestly priceless. The look of shock after how smug he looked before made me capture that look and commit it to my memory. He looks at me, his eyes wide, before he rights himself, “Well then, Y/N. I’m very… happy for you. But, I’m just curious, if you’re with Yixing, why did you kiss Minseok in that video?” He quickly finishes the drink, placing the empty glass on my tray.

Yixing answers coolly, “Well, you see, someone slipped Y/N a roofie. She wasn’t even aware of what she was doing.” This face gets a tad dark as he looks around, “And, when I find who did this to her, they will pay.”

Daejung’s fists were shaking they were clenched so hard. He forces a smile, “That’s great. I’m happy for you. Really.”

I nod, and squeak out a quiet, “Thanks.” I know he didn’t mean it, but I still had to be polite. I look at them all “I-I have a job to do. I’ll see you all later. Hope you and your fiancee are happy, Daejung.”

Yixing smiles at me, “Don’t work yourself too hard, darling!” He leans down, giving my forehead a kiss. I nod, turning quickly to hide my blushing face. I try to compose myself as I go back in, getting another tray. The rest of the night went smoothly as there was dancing and things. I see Lina with her mother, who looked exactly like her. They were both tall and thin, the only difference being their eyes. Her father, Rhyse, adored her, and even danced with her, making her smile. Her mother, Liaria, was an alcoholic with a tendency to rage and get angry. She’s never hit Lina, but she cuts her deep with words. Or, she did, until Lina got away and grew up. Now Lina doesn’t deal with her mother’s bullshit anymore.

At the end of the night, after most people leave, I changed out of the work clothes and into what I came here in, muttering curses at my aching feet. Cera smiles at me as I walk into the kitchen, handing me a small basket. “Left overs. Figured they’d be better going to you than the trash.”

I smile at her, nodding, “you’ve made my awful night so much better!”

As I go to leave, I feel an arm grab mine, I look over, seeing Lina. “Aunt Hana, Y/N’s off the clock now, right?”

“Yes, yes just get out my way,” She says, shoving us both out the hallway. I stood there in my sweatpants and loose tank next to Lina in her glamorous dress. She had a backpack over her shoulder, smiling. My face, which is normally at her collarbones, are now the same height as her breasts. She looks tall and like a model, even taller than she normally is as she wore stilettos.

“I’m going to change, then you and I are going to meet the guys,” She says, taking my hand in hers as she pulls me along. The hall went through the main entrance, which had this grand staircases that split off into two. She went down the hall still, shoes now barely making a nose as she stepped as the rug ran the length of the hall.

“Lin,” I whine, pouting a bit. My feet throbbed in pain as she kept walking. “I need to go study! Finals are tomorrow!”

“You’re the one who tells me you can’t learn what you need to know the night before,” She says, opening a door and glancing inside. Lina points to her back, “Can you unzip me? This is a storage room, and the bedrooms are too far to go to. I’ll just change here.”

“I tell you that because you try to learn a semester's worth of work in a single day,” I mutter, pulling the zipper down, seeing the edges of her lacy white bra. “I just want to brush up.”

She turns, closing the door, but still speaking through it. “You either know it or you don’t. You told me that. Relax a little before you stress over tests.”

I sigh, leaning against the door. “Either way, I’m leaving in two hours just so make sure I have good sleep. Being well rested for exams is a huge real, as is eating breakfast.”

“I know, I know,” I hear her say though the door. It opens, and I see her in a pair of tight skinny jeans and a nice, flowy tee. She was stuffing the dress in her bag, walking along and leading me before she takes the pearl pins from her hair and stuffing it in there too. She links her arm with mine as a habit and pulls me along with her. She starts talking about all the things that happened tonight, not talking about Daejung just yet as we exit the building.

I see a huge garden, and a golf cart sitting there, Jongin in the driver's seat. He smiles at us as we walk up, getting on, “About time. Thought you too would never show!” He was still dressed in his suit, his shoes already dirty. Apparently not caring that he’s ruining an object that’s probably worth more than literally everything I own.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lina says, hopping in the back seat along with me, “Just drive!”

Part of me wanted to ask where we were going, but most of me didn’t care so long as I didn’t have to walk. I looked to the side, the garden hedge maze and fountain being left behind as beautiful flowers pass by. Reds, purples, yellows, pinks, flowers of every color and type going by as we’re driven further and further away. A lake starts at my side as I could hear laughter and some light music. It was a 15-minute drive to get out here, the garden going on as far as the eye could see. Queen Kim loved the garden, and every year for her birthday, the king would add more and more. We get to these two huge tree with a pavilion in the center. There were chairs and cushions scattered about, hammocks and swings. There was a latter nailed into one of the trees which had a fairly big tree house. Looking at it, it seemed as if it had power somehow. There were string lights and hanging lights, sparkling. I looked, seeing a post coming from the ground where things were plugged into.

“Hey, Lina! Y/N,” Baekhyun says, smiling from his swing. He was sitting on this large, round disk, a rope going through the middle and tying. He held a bottle of beer in his hand, his hair significantly messier than it was before and his bow tie nowhere to be seen.

Everyone turned, waving at us all. Sehun was in a hammock, laying beside Chanyeol. It was fairly low to the ground, so people could still see them, even from the chairs. They both hair their jackets off. No alcohol for them, but they were both passing a blunt between them. When not taking a hit, Sehun was lightly spinning his crown in his hands, catching it every time. Kyungsoo wasn’t here, neither was Jongdae. Junmyeon was sitting on a chair his crown in his hands as he laid back and signed. Minseok was also on a swing, though this one was just a plank of wood with two ropes. His tie was off, his jacket was gone as he unbuttoned the tiny buttons at the bottom of his sleeves. Yixing was sitting on was usually called a porch swing. It was large, could hold three people with bright purple cushions. His jacket gone as well, his untied tie hanging from his neck and his sleeves rolled up. He gestures towards us with his bottle, taking a sip. The crown off his head, placed on the seat beside him.

Lina turned to me, “This is how they unwind after this sort of things. It’s… highly stressful.” She turned, looking at Yixing as she went to the cooler in the middle, getting a drink. “Thank you for going along with my plan in there,” Lina says, taking a seat on one of the chairs, as I find another swing to get on.

I move myself back and forth on my toes. It was a swing like Baekhyun’s, I leaned forward, resting against the rope as I look at Lina with a pout, “What the hell was that? Why lie, Lin?”

She looks at me, one of the most serious looks on her face. “Y/N, I know I didn’t see you and him together a lot. I think I only saw the two of you in the same room once, actually. But why didn’t you tell me he treated you like that? He’s a piece of shit, Y/N!” She looks at me, worried. “Is that what your relationship was like? Him constantly putting you down?” She took a huge gulp from her drink, looking at me, “OR was there more that you didn’t tell me, because it seems like he’s like my mom but... worse.”

I shrug, not really wanting to answer. I could feel all the eyes on me as I looked down at the dirt. My skin crawled at the thoughts of him. Violent memories flash into my mind as it took everything in my power to not tear up at them. The bruises, the words, the humiliation…

“I’m going to fucking end him,” Lina growls out. From her body language, I could tell she figured it out. “But how? Why?”

“I don’t know,” I say, looking at her. Her hair was mostly faded now, barely any traces of the pink left. Her hazel eyes staring directly at me as she waited to hear me say something more. “I just… that’s how all other filthy rich people treated me except for you, so I thought it was normal… That it was just expected and I… I don’t really want to talk how anymore.”

She looked at me with a sad look in her eyes, as we, for a moment, forget everyone else was there. “All this time I thought you had it all together. I never thought to help you because you were always so independent, because I was too busy having you help me, and I didn’t even see how that fucking shit hole was treating you like you’re not good enough.”

“Well,” Sehun says, speaking up, “I for one, am extremely happy to hear that you lied to him. Make him feel like he’s not good enough for a change.” His phone chimes. He looks at this, his eyes furrowed.

“Jihae is going to find out and tell everyone,” Minseok calmly says from his spot, finishing up his drink, throwing it in the trashcan they have there. “You had to have thought of that, right?”

Yixing shrugs, lounging back in the chair. He looked tired, as he finished taking a sip from his drink. “So? That just means I have to treat Y/N like my girlfriend,” He says so casually. “Definitely not the worst thing I’ve done by a long shot.”

Lina turns, looking at him, “Sorry for bringing you into this, I just panicked.”

“Panicked? And you couldn’t pick me,” Baekhyun yells, one hand going up in the air. “Y/N so pretty! I’d love to treat her like a girlfriend!”

“You haven’t had a girlfriend… well, ever,” Junmyeon says, glancing at him with a cool smirk. “You wouldn’t even know how to treat a girlfriend.”

“But I definitely know how to treat someone better than him,” Baekhyun says with a pout.

Chanyeol blows smoke out, crushing the end of the lit paper into the ground. He makes rings, blowing them out one by one until Sehun tickled his side a bit. Sehun was trying to lighten the mood, probably seeing how awful I felt. Chanyeol laughed, looking at Sehun who just smiled at him, checking his phone that let out a little ding. Chanyeol rolled his eyes, looking at Baekhyun, “Anyone in the city would have treated Y/N better than him! But, as much as this conversation is amusing, Ty texted me a picture of the guy who bought the roofie from him. It was Lee.”

Minseok sat up at this, looking at Chanyeol, “Lee? As in Lee Hyun? Jihae’s boyfriend… well, now ex?”

Chanyeol laughed, “Side toy is more like it. He’s the one who bought them, said something about his a science thing.”

Lina, who was already angry before, was now furious, “I’m going to punch that bitch!”

Sehun, who was now browsing his phone, looks up, “Apparently they had a different reason. There’s another video.”

I suddenly felt ill at just the thought. I look down, not really wanting to watch it. He gets up off the hammock, handing me his phone. “You watch it. If you’re ok with us seeing it, then tell us. If not, we won’t. I only saw the first two seconds.”

I nod, pressing play, keeping the volume low. The voices were edited, the pitches lowered as a voice behind the camera spoke. “Look at this street trash trying to play with the high class!”

I see myself leaning against the wall, confused and out of my mind. I hear myself call out for Lina, only to have a hand put over my mouth. Lee was on screen, a smirk on his face. “Not so fast,” He said. “We just wanted to teach you that you don’t belong here.”

“You’re worthless,” The voice behind the camera says, “You always will be.”

I see myself shove at Lee, “Get off… get AWAY!”

He grabs my hair and yanks my head back, my head hitting the wall with a thud. He laughs, “God you’re so weak. If I wanted to, I could just use you any way I like right now. But I don’t stoop so low as to fuck poor sluts. Though, just imaging your crying face with my cock shoved down your throat makes me want to reconsider.”

I watch myself try to shove him away from me, muttering the word no over and over.

“Ew no, don’t,” The voice says, mimicking a puke noise before laughing. “Who knows what kind of disease she has!”

I pushed him, my hand slightly poking his eye. He yells, before reaching out and slapping me on the face, snapping my head in the complete opposite direction. I watch myself kick out, hitting him in the crotch. He leans down as I turn, stumbling towards the entrance. The voice laughs, “That’s right, run!” Then the video ends.

I hold his phone in my hands, looking at the screen until it goes completely dark, I slowly hand it back, finally feeling the tears that left my eyes. My voice was a bit strained as I let out a bitter chuckle, “Well, at least I got a shot on him before I went back inside…”

I hear footsteps, seeing Lina as she crouched in front of me. She looked at me, then looked at Sehun. She sat down on the grass, taking one of my hands in hers as she spoke to Sehun, “Is that one… all over?”

“Just sent to me from what I’ve seen on the messages,” He says, placing a hand on my back. “A throw away phone. They didn’t want to spread the video since it’s pretty obvious who did it besides the edit to the voices. Don’t want to put themselves in a bad light.”

“Then why not show it to people and show what they did,” Chanyeol asks, sitting up. His eyes full of concern. “I’m sure you could take legal action.”

Minseok sighs, “Well…” He steps forward, frowning. “You’re all not going to like what I have to say, but you know it’s true. People like us, people with money, can pretty much make anything disappear, if you play your cards right and know the right people.”

Yixing stood up, throwing away his drink as he, too, crouches by me. “What do you mean,” He asks, looking at me as I wipe my face.

Sehun nods, “I mean, the people who… with me… they never faced action because no one would believe my word over theirs, even if I am legally a prince. They had enough money to cover it all. Same with Jihae, now that’s she’s marrying into a family that’s half Southern.”

Junmyeon frowns, legitimately angry. He mutters, “What the hell”, with a shake of his head.

Minseok looks at me, worried. “Southern people, while they study law and preach about upholding it, more than anything only care about their family name. Even if someone only had one Southerner in their family, it’s best to cover up all the awful news.” He glares at the ground in disgust, “Even so much as to terrorize the person who is a victim to their bullshit. Stalk them, beat them, blame a crime on them and get them arrested. Hell, sometimes even kill them.” He looks at everyone shaking his head, “You all have no idea…”

Lina shakes her head, “You’re moving in with me. Your building doesn’t have security. If they’re going to terrorize you, they can easily do it there!”

“All for going to a party” I question, my voice quiet, though everyone heard it. Normally, I’d tell her no and argue how I could handle myself. I didn’t want anyone’s pity or charity. I usually could handle myself, but now, I’m not sure why I am being treated like this.  I remain silent as I keep myself calm, silent tears still falling from my eyes. I get up from the swing, my hand still holding the basket of sweets as I start going to the edge of the lake that was about 30 feet away.

“Y/N”, Lina calls, trying to follow me. I hold my hand up, making her stop as I keep walking, taking a seat by the edge.

I sit there, staring at the water, not even hearing the conversation they were having. I stay like that, letting myself just cry it out. I need to let this out my system in order to get ready. I needed to be strong tomorrow. The best thing I could do it to try to convince them they’re not bothering me in the hopes that they move on to another person. I started to stress eat the sweets, not really tasting them. I feel someone put a jacket on me, as I turn, seeing Sehun.

“I’m sorry,” He says, letting his genuine emotions show through. “I know that it was a bad time, but hiding it from you felt wrong. You had a right to know.”

I nod, “I know. Thank you, for not lying to me or hiding it. You all can watch it if you want. I don’t care. I just don’t know why this is happening.”

“Well,” Sehun says as he turns to give me more space, “I promise you, we will find out.” He says, before turning back to me, “You really should live with Lina. Or at least somewhere with security. I have an apartment. I’m not there that often. I stay in it maybe two times a week, when I can convince Yixing or Junmyeon to stay with me. Top security… it’s a penthouse. You could use it. Have your own rooms and everything. Just say the word.”

I could tell that Sehun deep down was a sweetheart. The cold exterior was just safeguarding a soft, warm heart. I pat his shoulder gently as I nod, “I just… I need some time to think.”

He nods, before placing a hand on me again. “I know what it’s like. To have someone tell you they love you… and then hurt you.” He admits, staying there for a moment. I wait, not wanting to pressure him at all as he looks out to the late. I offer him one of the small sweets. He takes it with a sad smile, “A-and… and not just emotionally hurt you.” His voice was soft, like the hand that was touching my shoulder, “If… you ever wanted to talk about it to someone who has been there, I’m here. I promise I won’t judge you… or anything like that.”

“Thank you,” I say, looking at him with a tiny smile, “I will probably take you up on that sometime.”

He nods, a smirk now on his face, the walls back up once more, “I better to stop Lina before she tries to destroy everything.”

“She wouldn’t,” I say matter-of-factly, “She hates her mom doing it, so she’ll just rant.”

He stands, his eyes still looking into mine for a few moments later before he turns, Lina’s rants echoing in the air. The guys there also rant as well. Even Junmyeon adds to it, which I wasn’t exactly expecting, but it was nice to see how much they care about what’s going on. I suppose they do feel guilty about it, but I’d like to think that it’s because they care about me.

For the next hour, they left me alone as I sat there, thinking to myself and trying to figure out a way out of this hole. There has to be something else, some other reason why she’s doing this to me. Part of me doesn’t want to know. If it’s that bad, if it’s completely life changing, then would I want that information? Or would I like to live in my somewhat peaceful ignorance forever?

[fishbuns-la-la-blog]

Sin City I

an admin koala au

summary: SPADE is an infamous mafia gang that works under a sex trafficking company called MONARK. Tension arises as SPADE begins cooperating together with another gang.

genre: Alternate Universe - Mafia, Romance, Explicit

word count: 2K

“You look perfect, Kyungja-ah.”

A petite, short-haired woman spoke, a smile on her face. Kyungja grinned back, arms raised above her head to put her pink hair into two small, twin buns.

“Thanks, Muan-unnie. I could say the same.”

Kyungja inquired, observing Muan's dress. It was a dusty coral pink, with lacy fringes on the sleeves that went to her elbows. Kyungja's dress was black, open in the back, that hugged her body perfectly, with black lacy sleeves long enough to cover her hands and the angry red split skin on her knuckles.

Muan cocked her head towards the dressing room door. Kyungja took one quick look at the mirror before following the older woman back into the lounge area, where the others were waiting.

Daemok wore a dark blue turtleneck bodycon dress, sleeves rolled up above her elbows.

Hana’s dress hung past her knees, decorated in golden chinese print and red silk, sleeves flowing past her hands.

Jiyeon wore a simple silky pink slip, that looked more like a robe and a dress.

Kimoto, who was fixing her makeup in front of a tall mirror, wore a simple black slip with a black patterned silk scarf wrap hanging around her back and elbows.

In a quiet building, the girls sat around a table. Daemok stood up, holding several manila folders containing what they assumed information about the heist that would take place later that evening. She rolled out a blueprint on to what looked like a presentation stand in front of the table.

“We'll enter here.” Daemok spoke, index finger pointing to the entrance area on the layout of the building.

“Jiyeon, you will take care of all the guards. The security room is located in the East wing.” She pointed to a small square on the blueprint that was labeled Security. “Then go back to the main ballroom and make sure no one leaves.” Jiyeon hummed. “Kyungja, you and I will be covering Muan as she retrieves all of the valuables. And Kimoto─”

She paused to make eye contact with said girl.

“─you're the getaway driver. And all of you, don’t forget your masks.” She flickered her eyes down to the table, each one of the girls entrusted with a simple vendetta mask.

Kimoto tapped her index finger on the table, her brows furrowed in though as she stared off into the distance past Daemok’s head.

“We all will have communication devices as well as weapons. Is everyone clear on their positions?” The leader asked, and after hearing everyone’s confirmations ─except for Kimoto’s─ she clapped her hands together.

“Excellent. Now let's run through the plan once more.”

10:57 pm

Wangshiha Grand Plaza, Seoul

The air was bitter and cold against the girl’s skin as they exited a sleek black limousine, one at a time. A red carpet, that was surrounded by shiny, golden barriers, was laid out in front of them, leading to the entrance of the Wangshiha Grand Plaza.

Daemok glanced over her shoulder at the girls, skimming her hand over the gun that was strapped onto her thigh beneath her dress. Jiyeon smirked at their leader, knowing she was thinking the same thing. As they entered the Plaza, they were greeted by men and women dressed rather richly, who attained gowns of fine silk and suits tailored to near perfection.

About an hour in, Daemok shook hands with a short, stubby man, who introduced himself as Tu Byungho. “I am the founder of this establishment. The Plaza has been in my family for many generations.”

Byungho smiled, turning his attention to Kimoto, who stood right next to Daemok. “It is an honor to be in the presence of such fine young ladies. What are your names, may I ask?”

Kimoto opened her mouth to say something, but she was cut off by the other girl. “I'm Dongwha, this is Nara.” Daemok bowed, Kimoto giving a harsh look towards Byungho.

"Excuse me, but I think we're going to go get a few drinks.” Daemok spoke politely, grabbing Ling’s wrist to drag her along.

“What do you think you're doing, Moto? You're going to blow our cover.” She said, quietly, but sternly.

Kimoto shook her arm out of the older girl’s grip, and the way her eyes darkened went unnoticed. “If something is wrong, tell me. Otherwise you're jeopardizing our goal here.” Daemok hissed, returning to her facade as she approached a group of wine-sodden partygoers.

Jiyeon had been wandering around the Plaza to pass the time, walking towards a man behind a round, marblestone desk shaped like a half-circle. The desk was wide enough to reach the walls that connected it to two side exits, on the left a hallway that lead to the hotel area, on the left the staircase that lead up to the grand ballroom. The Plaza building itself was made of beautiful marblestone, with shimmering gold chandeliers and other decorative things that were made of fine material.

Her heels clacked on the marble, and the man’s head turned upwards.

“Excuse me, do you know where the restrooms are?” Jiyeon lied, and the man pointed towards the left room. “In the hall right next to room 19.” He replied curtly. She mimicked a little bow, almost sprinting in the direction of the hall.

Jiyeon passed room 19, entering an elevator at the end of the hallway. She glanced down the buttons, pressing a fancy square button that was labeled Maintenance. Pulling the vendetta mask out of her handbag she placed it over her features.

“Jiyeon, status.” Daemok’s voice ran through the comms.

“Ridding us of our rat problem.” Jiyeon joked, pulling out her gun as she knocked on the door.

Moments later, the door was opened by a man dressed in what looked like a security guard uniform, Jiyeon aiming in the room and blindedly firing. There was a shout of agony, as she shoved her way through the door and took down the remaining guards.

Taking a seat in front of the cameras displayed on several different monitor screens, she began to type away at the keyboard. “I'm in. Security down, cameras are off, all set to cut the power.”

Kyungja was settled on a sofa where she sat beside Muan, who was looking around the room inconspicuously to make sure that the other girls were in their positions. Hana was close by, hand on her thigh right where her pistol was hidden beneath the fabric of her dress. Daemok was standing on the overhead balcony, and Kimoto was making her way outside with the excuse that she needed some fresh air. Jiyeon was presumably in the security room, preparing to cut off the lights at any moment.

Right on cue, the lights shut off immediately, causing an eruption of screams from the crowd in the ballroom.

Gunshots rang out, and Kyungja could make out Hana’s masked figure holding the gun up to the ceiling as Daemok made her way up the stairs to the balcony. It was about ten feet of off the ground, and there was a door on each balcony that lead past the marble wall that cut it off.

Daemok opened the door, which connected to the hallway. Kyungja and Muan were right behind her, covered by masks, the pink haired girl holding a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other. Muan took the flashlight; the eldest leading the other two as she attempted to push open a door that lacked and outside handle.

“Jiyeon, get that door open.” Daemok spoke through their communicators.

"Working on it.” Jiyeon responded, the clicking off buttons echoing on her end.

“You’re in.”

The door opened just like that, Daemok shifting the pistol in her hands before taking slow, stealthy steps. Muan was the next one in, flicking the flashlight around the room in search of their target.

The light landed upon a glass case in the dark room that was surrounded by the familiar red and gold barriers.

In the glass case was a magnificent necklace, embedded with silver. A gemstone hung from the silver chain, the stone a shimmering blue in the shape of a teardrop.

“Here.” Muan whispered, handing her a the flashlight. Reaching under her dress she pulled out a pair of latex gloves, that had unfortunately left red marks on her thigh right where she had kept it concealed. Positioning the gloves on her hands, she carefully removed a little laser cutter device from her handbag. With precise movements, she cut a circle in the side of the glass case and poked in a round shard of glass that fell to the bottom, allowing her to reach in and take hold of the blue amulet.

The amulet was placed into a black bag by none other than Daemok, as Kyungja stood guard at the door, while the two eldest moved on to purloin the remaining priceless objects that were also poorly protected by glass cases.

“Kimoto, get ready. We have the valuables and we're heading to your position.” Their leader interjected. Kimoto was already in the van, face hidden behind her mask. The vehicle was pitch black, decorated with three white lines on the side.

She had been positioned behind the building, which was ridden of any marblestone. The bricks on the side of the building were old and crumbly, and there were two garage doors for unloading trucks. The door that lead to the inside was slammed open, the five girls trailing out. They nearly jumped down a short cement staircase, making their way to the van. Daemok got into the passengers side, along with Muan, Kyungja, Hana, and Jiyeon who slipped into the back. Daemok pulled one of the glittering jewels out of the bag. It was an emerald gemstone that had been carved to represent an ancient chinese dragon.

Hana swept her gaze around the room, shifting back comfortably in her seat. “Great job, everyone, that─”

She was interrupted by a loud curse, emitted from Daemok. “Oh shit!” Kimoto cocked her head to glance at the speaker, noticing the blue and red lights in her peripheral vision. At that moment, she slammed her foot on the gas, grasping the wheel with both hands, knuckles nearly turning white. Jiyeon had crawled into the very back seat to peer out of the windows. The prominent sound of police sirens was clear now. “They're right behind us!” She hollered.

Kimoto looked up in the rear view mirror, thoughts reeling as she returned her focus to the road. In one quick movement, she yanked on the wheel, causing the van to drift, smoke rising from the tires. It skidded into a narrow alleyway, dodging cars that were parked on the side of the street. The sirens behind them sounded distant, fortunately, the officers driving the squad cars hadn't expected the van to make such an abrupt turn. The van had nearly disappeared by the time they had backed up and began driving down the alley.

Kimoto rounded several more corners to make sure that they weren't being followed, before the made their way to the low-down part of Seoul. She parked the van in a rusty storage garage that was marked by spraypaint.

The girls filed out of the vehicle, racing across the street to enter one of the only lavish looking buildings on that part of the city. It was made of smooth, shiny steel, and it was completely unmarked.

As they entered their masks were out of sight, returning to their facades. There was a receptionist sitting at a front desk, a dark hairef woman who looked to be in her 50s, with an grim expression. She payed no attention to the familiar girls as they passed her by, entering an elevator in the hallway that held several fairly sized rooms. The girls’ chambers were located on the third floor, the only visible window in the stoic hallway at the end, which had metal blinds, making the MONARK Company building look more like a prison than anything else.

They took up all the rooms on the floor. Hana, Kimoto, and Jiyeon’s rooms were all on the left, with Daemok, Muan, and Kyungja’s rooms on the right. Kyungja and Jiyeon had the farthest quarters, Daemok and Hana in the middle, leaving Muan and Kimoto with the shortest distance to the elevator.

The ladies settled in for the night; Daemok having successfully hidden the stolen jewels in a secluded corner of her closet.

All except for a certain pink haired girl.

[theheavenlymoon]

I totally did this out of order, so let’s try this again!

I would like you to meet Uzuki Hanako! (うづき- Uzuki はなこ- Hanako)

(My first introduction was a hot mess, so I wanted re edit that one and put up this one instead!)

(I can’t draw for crap so I’m using picrew.)

This will basically be me talking about her rather than all the fandoms she’s in. I’m gonna be making post about her and the fandoms later, but for now it’s all about her!

First Name: Hanako

Last Name: Uzuki

Gender: Female

Race: Demigod

Age: ??? (Depending on the fandom, her age changes)

Birthday: December 27

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: 6’3.3

Sexuality: Bisexual

JP CV: Ami Koshimizu

ENG CV: Amanda Céline Miller

FRENCH CV: Indila

(Couldn’t find a Greek CV 😔)

Nicknames: Shachi-chan (Floyd), Child of Hearth (Malleus), Ms.Herbivore (Leona), Princess, Wifey (Gojo)

Favorite food: Cheesecake, literally anything sweet

Least favorite food: Hummus, mushrooms, candy, and beans

Likes: family/friends, cooking, singing really loud to her music, working out, making clothes, nail polish, memes/vines, rain/cloudy weather, animals, purple, doing anything around the house, video games, anime, fictional books, roughhousing, and day dreaming about her crush/significant other

Dislikes: Fights between friends and family, Candy, crying in front of people, and bookshelves

Since I can’t draw I have to use picrew, but sadly some of the makers that I find have limited options so allow me to go into detail about her looks. (I’ll probably make another post about her abilities later)

Hanako has bright gold eyes and long lavender hair that goes all the way down to her mid thigh. She has two beauty marks, one under her right eye and one on the left side of her lip. Her signature hair style is space buns with the rest of her hair down in the back. Like I’ve said before, I can’t draw so I’m using characters I know as reference! This is what her body looks like.

(^ This is Flare, a character from fairy tail! I recommend watching it if you have time. Fairy tail is a very long series, but it’s really good!)

(I’m pretty sure you can look at almost all the women in Fairy tail and get the idea.)

Obviously I know that Hestia doesn’t have any demigod kids but demigods don’t have to be born the normal way. Hanako was born from fire and was given to her father. With that being said, when Hana was first claimed she was given a fire place poker but traded it in for a sword so she it could help control her pyrokinesis. (Her sword is disguised as a charm bracelet!)

As for her sword...

Hana’s sword helps her control her pyrokinesis a little better and it’s fun to try and see who can pick it up. Her sword can reach up to about 2000°F (1093°C). She has a few special moves but those are for another time.

Although Hana acts like her mom in some moments, she met Apollo and Hermes when she was quite young and those two have had a big impression on her personality. One moment she giving motherly advice, and the next moment she screaming vines across the room.

Random facts about Hanako 🌸✨

Since Hana means flower I use cherry blossoms and lavender to represent her.

Has a huge soft spot for children!

Hanako is super understanding and open. Wanna try something new? She’ll come with you, so you aren’t lonely and scared. Skydiving? What time are we leaving? Want to be left alone? Call her if you need something! Wanna try working out? She’ll be your personal trainer! Feeling down? She’s coming over with movies and snacks! Can’t make it to game night? It’s alright just be safe with whatever your doing!

Once Hanako falls, she falls hard.(Romantically speaking) She is a SIMP. She’ll wear the most giddiest smile after talking with them. Probably screamed in her pillows at least a few times. “They make my heart beat so fast, and they make me feel like the happiest girl in the world!!” - Hanako.

Attempts her best not to be obvious about her crush, and for the most part it works. Until anything other than platonic stuff comes up. Her face is gonna turn crimson if ANYONE mentions her crush in not so platonic ways, gods forbid anything even more intimate. Children of Hestia are so shy when the idea of sexual things is even bought up that they blush deeply and cannot articulate any coherent words, and any fire nearby also turns crimson as if it were blushing like the child of Hestia. This shyness is amplified if they are around their crush.

Gets kind of anxious when she’s beside a bookshelf.

She’s a smart ass. It’s gotten to the point where she does it automatically. It doesn’t even have time to process, it just comes out.

Hana is actually really good at acting and singing. She was in a few commercials and videos when she was younger but only as background characters.

Hana is amazing with kids. She grew up with 3 little brothers before she was moved into the orphanage, which meant even more kids to watch over. (she takes her big sister role very seriously)

Since she was born from fire, she can raise her body temperature up if she wanted too, and she rarely gets hot or cold. Heat based attack have no effect on her. Hana’s hugs feel like a warm blanket wrapped around you while sitting next to a fireplace, all in all just really comforting

Hana grew up around a lot of guys and so she calls everyone ‘bro’ and ‘dude’ a lot. She has a few friends who are girls but most of them are guys. That being said, she grew up rough housing and yelling.

Hana also comes from a very affectionate family. (Hugs, kisses, feeding food to each other, smashing food into someone’s face, etc.) So it’s not uncommon to see Hana tackle all of her friends into hugs and kisses.(platonically)

Hana also likes to tease a lot (curtsy of Hermes) so don’t be surprised when she tease about you burning food.

Is super flexible. I’m talking like, Mitsuri flexible. Her friends have at least saw her in the scorpion pose a few times. The more flexible she is, the easier it is to move in battle.

The woman is a tree. I’m pretty sure all of her lovers (with the exception of Gojo) are shorter than her.

She can not, for the life of her, wear heels. Anything above a 3 inch that isn’t thick, would make her snap an ankle. Besides she’s already tall enough

In terms of anger, Hana has the patience of a saint. She still gets annoyed here and there, but very rarely does she get genuinely angry. On the rare occasion that she is angry, she gets pretty violent. Veins showing from her forehead, her body temperature spikes, and she wears one of the most nastiest glare ever. (from what she’s been told) Only a select few have seen her mad.

When thrown into a new situation (or a new world-) that isn’t familiar, Hana will come off a bit sarcastic (more than usual) and aloof. She wants to get a feel for her surroundings before she can actually be herself. Give her some time to come around and she’ll be back to hyper and happy.

Hana has a bunch of hobbies. She plays volleyball and is known as the queen of the court. She loves to paint her fingernails and her toes as well. Her cooking is top tier! As a Hestia child obviously she would excel at anything that has to do with domestic and home type things.

She 100% would/will make her own dress. Once made a huge ball gown dress because none of the place had what she was looking for.

When she isn’t doing any of her hobbies she’s working out and practicing her pyrokinesis. Hana trained a lot back where she was from, so she could master her pyrokinesis and her sword. She’s gotten to the point where she can lift a car. Just because she’s in a different place doesn’t give her the excuse to slack off!!

Ironically her mother is a virginal goddess and isn’t married to anyone. Hana on the other hand, wants to get married and have kids. She shooting for 4 but it all depends on what her partner wants. (2,6,8 it just depends)

Hestia children can induce serenity and make tense situations a lot more calmer. Hanako has defeated a lot of enemies and monsters this way.

Hanako knows 4 different languages. English, Japanese, Greek, and French. She was taught Japanese by her father and Greek by her mother. She learned French and English herself

Even though Hana loves to do girly things, makeup is not one of them. She always thought it was pretty cool but she never had the time to sit down and practice it.

Thank you for reading✨ I had a lot of fun making this and I can’t wait to write more stuff about her! I’ll probably have to learn how to make a master post so her stuff is easier to access. If you have any questions about Hana my inbox is open, or you can message me in private, either way works!

I hope you stick around for more content with Hanako! 🌸🔥✨