#he had to fit in with the crowd hence ears and tail

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admiral kirk anthrocon adventure

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Since it’s Christmas, I had this fic floating around in my mind for sometime. So here’s [Redacted]’s Christmas Miracle. A little Christmas present for my fellow 14 days with you enthusiasts ^^

(This wonderful visual novel and characters belong to -@14dayswithyou )

[Redacted] x GN Reader

Word count- 1541 words

[Redacted]’s Christmas Miracle

It was Christmas Eve. The chilling air danced around [Redacted’s] form, biting and nipping at his exposed nose and ears. All his piercings felt cold on his face, numbing it in a way he liked.

He trudged towards the downtown bar, inconspicuously following a raucous group of friends from a safe distance. He didn’t have a hard time blending with the shadows, for he believed he had quite a forgettable appearance.

Sighing, he dumped a paper bag filled with contact lenses, hair extensions, and bar equipment into his black bag. He had lost count of the numerous personalities he had perfected and put on in the past few months.

[y/n]’s tastes kept changing as they went through phases, and he went along with their every preference, trying to fit into their fantasies and become someone that Angel noticed. [Redacted] would go to the ends of the earth for his Angel but the last personality was sure a pain to master.

It was during one of the multiple video chats with Moth earlier this month when [y/n] mentioned that they had recently developed a taste for cool and mysterious bartenders who were specifically, ‘brown-eyed, had slightly long dark hair, and performed cool tricks with cocktail-shakers’

Hence the brown lenses and the hair extensions. But [Redacted] winced when he remembered the endless nights spent trying to master the cocktail shaker tricks. All that effort and his Angel didn’t even notice him, save for a small polite ‘thank you’ that he knew they reserved for strangers.

He felt a little disheartened that this personality failed too. Nothing lately had been enough to grab [y/n]’s attention and he was itching to get closer to his Angel. To somehow be a part of their perfect little circle that he was always a spectator of.

He continued his slow pace, training his eyes on the only person that mattered in that group of friends. Or ‘fiends’ as [Redacted] liked to call them. Although he loved [y/n] unconditionally, sometimes he cannot help but question their taste in the people they chose to surround themselves with.

[Redacted] cursed fluently under his breath, “Why that handsy little piece of…” and balled his fists at his sides when he saw Teo playfully slap [y/n]’s bum, suddenly regretting not having brought his trusty sledgehammer together.

As they walked further down the street, it gradually became crowded with last-minute shoppers. For a short moment, [Redacted] ran into a big family walking towards the diner across the street. He lost sight of Angel and their friends, but due to his tall height towering over all the people, he lost no time as he spotted them in the gaggle of people.

A cold and wet sensation fluttered on his eyelids. One of the kids yelled, annoyingly tugging at his father’s coat, “Look! Look! Dad it’s snowinggggg” the kid said in a sing-song voice. [Redacted] looked up at the dark sky in wonder, “Oh, it’s snowing alright!” he murmured as if noticing his surroundings for the first time.

The atmosphere put a damper on [Redacted]’s already souring mood. He was not a holiday person, and these joyous festivities felt increasingly nauseating as he walked further down the street.

[Redacted] turned a corner, tailing Angel and their friends. A man dressed as Santa intercepted his silent vigil, grating on his nerves. Dangling a tiny candy-cane keychain, he spoke in that phony signature Santa voice, “Ho Ho Ho boy here, take this keychain for a dollar and make a wish…your little donation will help several homeless children.” the man demanded, eyeing him expectantly.

[Redacted]’s azure eyes volleyed between Angel and this darned man who seemed like he would not leave anytime soon.

Exasperated, he reached into his pocket and placed a dollar on the man’s outstretched palm—with more force than necessary—snatching the keychain from his grasp. He stuffed it deep into his jeans pocket and began moving towards the bar.

“Make a wish boy. Believe in the Christmas Miracle !” The phony Santa called after him. [Redacted] rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Miracle…as if”

The fact [Redacted] did not believe in miracles would be the understatement of the century. But he didn't know why...he foolishly wanted to believe in them...If only for today. Especially when his ocean eyes longingly traced the outline of Angel with their friends through the glass window from outside. They were sitting cozily inside a booth in the dimly lit bar.

He rubbed his hands together and pulled the hood of his hoodie on his head as he stood there in cold weather. The gentle snow covered his broad shoulders the longer he spent time outside. [Redacted] watched Angel’s antics with amusement, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

The clock was soon approaching midnight. Everyone geared up to welcome Christmas. Angel’s antics became wilder by the second as they slowly went from tipsy to a more drunken state. [Redacted]’s insides itched with anxiety. His protective tendencies flared watching [y/n] twirl around the expanse of the bar. Their friends only laughed at the sight, and Teo even had the gall to record them calling Angel a "terrible lightweight"

'Note to self-corrupt Teo's phone later', he mused with a cold smirk.[Redacted] heaved a frustrated sigh and resignedly decided to go inside and keep a closer watch. But just as he stepped inside the bar, a zooming figure crashed forcefully into his chest, knocking all air out of him.

With mild surprise, [Redacted] realized that it was [y/n] who had bumped into him. Tensed and a little shocked, [Redacted] steadied his little Angel with strong arms, and to his utter disbelief, [y/n] peered up at him, craning their neck at [Redacted]’s towering form.

[Redacted] was dumbstruck. His mind went blank as [y/n], his little adorable Angel, gave him a rare genuine smile. Although [Redacted] knew that his Angel was drunk, his heart still beat a mile a minute as he gawked at that beautiful little smile. His mind zeroed in on the fact that this smile was directed towards him. Not some personality that he had put on, but it was HIM, that they looked at like this.

He hung his head a little, feeling a bit self-conscious. But then his heart almost stopped, his breath hitched in his throat when Angel leaned in closer and traced the snake-bite piercings adorning his face, “These are pretty" they slurred in a cute voice.

“So, do you want to do it?” Angel asked, breaking [Redacted] out of his trance.

“D-Do w-what?” [Redacted] stammered his throat suddenly very dry.

“Oh we’ll have to do it…or else we’ll get bad luck.” [y/n] hiccupped, then yanked [Redacted] by the strings of his hoodie, winding them around their fingers as they pulled him in, mere inches apart from their face.

Reading the slightly alarmed expression on [Redacted]’s face, [y/n] chuckled as they whispered, teasing him a little, “I’m talking about the mistletoe silly..” they winked. And [Redacted] finally noticed the mistletoe hanging above their heads.

“WHOOP DRUNK [y/n] IS THE BEST [y/n] !!!!” Teo cheered in the background as Jae and Leon created a loud ruckus.

“YESS DARL SNOG HIM SENSELESS” Leon yelled too, sloshing around his beer on the table as he egged [y/n] on.

Gaining sudden confidence from all the cheering, Angel smirked smugly before they stood on their tippy toes and leaned in, kissing [Redacted] square on the mouth.

‘Am I dead? Is this what heaven feels like?’ [Redacted] wondered as [y/n]’s breath enveloped his senses. He could taste pineapples and coconuts on their breath.

‘So they had Piñacoladas’ he smiled.

But then his eyes widened when he felt [y/n] slip their tongue into his mouth. It was as if all coherence fled him when he closed his eyes. Giving in to indulgence, he gripped Angel by their waist, pulling them closer. A palm splayed at their back protectively, supporting them as another hand snaked around the nape of their neck, gaining traction as he angled them into a deeper kiss.

A minute passed and Angel broke the kiss in need of air, earning a low whine from [Redacted]. Their chest heaved in tandem. Angel's flushed face smiled at him before they whispered, “Wow…that was my first"

Angel pecked on [Redacted]’s lips one last time and retracted themselves from him. [Redacted]'s hands lingered on their shoulders a beat too long. He balked at the information dropped on him. ‘So it was their first kiss too? But they have always been so popular…’ he thought, marveling at his Angel with a starstruck expression.

The slow din of voices gradually came back, jolting [Redacted] out of this little moment. Angel's friends approached them and whisked them away as [Redacted] swiftly pulled his hood down, shielding his face.

“See you around..” Angel trailed off, waving their fingers at [Redacted], stepping outside into the chilly night air.

For the first time in forever, a big goofy smile broke onto [Redacted]’s face as he stood in the afterglow of that first kiss. It was beautiful and nothing like he had ever imagined. He pushed his hands deep inside his jeans pockets and began following the group when his fingers curled around the candy-cane keychain resting inside.

A mysterious smile bloomed across his face as he wondered, ‘Sometimes miracles do exist’. Trudging along the snowy road, watching his Angel from afar, the atmosphere didn't feel so gloomy anymore

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The Mission // Spencer Reid x Reader

Sooooo this was SUPPOSE to be a blurb for @andiebeaword BUT it ended up being much longer than that, my bad.

Summary - Spencer and Reader must act like a married couple at a party in order to get information on a hitman. They may do more than needed to prove being a married couple.

Word count - 2.7k

Prompts - "If we die, I'm going to kill you." ~~~ "You have a dirty mind." ~~~ "These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaining about your tag you whine ass." ~~~ "Wow, I can't imagine being that rich! How old are his kids, maybe I can date one."

It was a well-known fact that I loved partnering with Spencer. We could always joke around and make eachother feel better, even when working the bad cases. But I feel like this was a little ridiculous.

"Are you shitting me?" The words slipped from my mouth so easily, which I immediatly regretted. Spencer gave me *the look* and elbowed my side.

"I'm sorry Y/n, you and Spencer are the two people who are the most compatible to seem like a couple, and we need hard proof before we arrest him." Hotch explained with his usual amount of enthusiasm.

None.

"Hotch, this guy is dangerous and we will be in there without vests, is what I believe y/n is trying to say." Spencer leaned back in his seat, flipping through the mans file.

"We will have sharp-shooters pointing through every window at him in case anything gets out of hand. This is non negotiable." And with that, he left.

"Well, clearly we have no choice." I stood from my seat, flattening my skirt. "I'm gonna go home and get an outfit ready. You aren't wearing that to the party either." I pointed to his outfit.

"What's wrong with my outfit?!" He scoffed, hugging his sweater vest.

"Okay, one, this isn't some dingy hole in the wall. And two, even if it was, you don't go to a nice party looking like someone who has 3 PhD's in the first place." The smirk on my lips grew wider as he feigned offense.

"Fine, I'll find something nicer to wear. I'll pick you up at 7 and tell the team to meet us there." I agreed and left the conference room a little grumpy, quickly making a bee line to the elevator before anyone could comment on my mood.

-

I stared at the 3 dresses in front of me. They were all the same style, but different colors.

White, yellow, and olive green.

I wasn't sure why I was having so much trouble picking a *color*. I always say that I dress for myself, which is what I was trying to do right now.

Right?

I totally wasn't thinking back to that conversation I had with Spencer a few weeks ago.

-

*"Y/n!" Emily looked at me with surprise. "You look so beautiful in white! Why don't you wear it more?" She was right, I never wore it. Me and Penelope were pretty known for wearing many colors, mine just had to be paired with a black skirt.*

*"I'm so clumsy." I laughed. "I live in constant fear that I'll spill coffee on it. Hence why I'm not holding a cup of joe."*

*"I agree with Emily, you look nice in white." Spencer chimed in. "You know the psychological meaning of white is purity, innocence, wholeness and completion. In color psychology, white is the color of new beginnings, of wiping the slate clean, so to speak." He then took a sip of his coffee.*

*"Yeah well I don't know about the innocent part." I giggled, looking to Emily who gave me a shrug and nod. Spencer choked a bit on his coffee. "You alright there Spence?" He saluted me and headed to his desk, which put me and Emily into a fit of giggles.*

-

I reluctantly grabbed the white one, silently hoping that I was less of a klutz tonight.

The satin dress slipped on me easily. It came down to about 2 or so inches above my knees and had thin straps. I paired it with some semi-transparent heels and called it a day. I put on a little heavier makeup to look the part. Foundation, winged eyeliner, blush, highlight, and mascara. Lastly, I tied my hair up in a simple straightened pony-tail.

By the time my indecisive ass was done choosing everything, it was nearly 7 and I knew that Spence would be early. My heels clicked as I walked on my wood floors, heading to the front door. Getting there just in time to hear a knock. I must have startled him by opening it so fast because he stumbled back a bit. He wore a nice white button up and tighter pants than usual, paired with nice black oxfords.

And then he just stood there.

I waved my hand in front of his face.

"Hi!" He shook his head a bit. "Hello there, back to Earth I see. Do you wanna come in and have a glass of water before this whole event, since you are," I leaned back into my doorway to look at the time. "12 minutes early?"

"Oh, yeah sure." I cleared the way so he could walk in. I shook the heels from my feet, taking me down at least three inches before stepping into the kitchen. I grabbed two glasses.

"Do you want ice?" I turned to him, he was sitting at my island. He just shook his head. "Okay." I laughed, putting ice in mine and just filling his with water. The glass clinked as it hit the island in front of him. "You're pretty quiet, are you okay?" The tips of his ears reddened.

"Yeah! I'm just a little nervous, you?" He swiftly brought the water to his lips, guzzling it down like he hadn't drank anything in days. He then stood up.

"Of course I'm nervous." I came around to his side of the counter and swooned into his arms. "But I'll have a great protector there." He smiled down at me with a shake of his head, standing me back up.

Now it's time to head out.

-

We pulled up to the location in Spencer's Volvo, which was incredibly nice to ride in. ~~and I would love to get use to riding in it~~.

"Okay, I have one thing to fix with your outfit." I turned to him before we exited the car. His eyes narrowed at this comment. I leaned forward and unbuttoned two buttons. "Now you look like your going to a party."

"Thank you expert. Stay in the car, I'm going to open your door, the bouncer works with him and we have to go all out on this act." He nodded his head at the bouncer a few yards away.

I wish this wasn't an act.

He opened the door, offering his hand. I took it with a gracious smile, interlacing our fingers. We walked up to the bouncer, who had an ipad with the guest list in hand. Penelope had hacked into their list and added our names, well fake names.

"Mr and Mrs. Adler." Spencer spoke as I leaned into his side. The man scrolled through the list, he tapped our names and opened the door.

It opened to a large room, filled with dozens of people. I leaned up on my tippy toes and whispered into Spencer's ear.

"If we die, I'm going to kill you." I pulled away with a smile, patting his shoulder. His Adam's apple bobbed while he gulped. "So, what's this guys networth, I mean he seems pretty damn rich to throw a party like this." He looked down at me quizzically. "I know you know what it is, I'm sure you have researched him extensively. So what is it?"

"6.2 million dollars." He recited, looking towards the crowd, scanning for the man in question.

"Wow, I can't imagine being that rich! How old are his kids, maybe I can date one."

"Be careful what you say, someone might think we are suspicious." He pulled me into his side, kissing the top of my head.

This night is going to be agonizing. "There he is." We made our way to him slowly, stopping at small drink stations. Just as we were about to get to some seats near him, a server came up to us.

"Hello! Welcome. Would you guys like anything?" She handed Spencer a very small menu. I could see the slight confusion in his eyes. It was truly a weird thing to do at such a big party.

*Salad*

*Potato Soup*

*Fruit Bowl*

*Veggie Bowl*

"I'll have a salad, and the lady will have a fruit bowl." He pointed to the seats we were on our way to. "We will be over there. Thank you." He put his hand on the small of my back, leading us to the seats.

"How did you know I wanted a fruit bowl?"

"You bring some kind of fruit cup to work every day, I'm observant." Right as we were about to sit down, another couple took the seats, not even noticing that we were heading there.

"Well damn. I say we stand next to his table until our food gets here, then we go to the other corner of the room and observe, then we catch him making the deal." I led him to the space by the table. After just a few minutes of waiting, the young lady who took our orders he returned, holding a small bowl of salad and a fruit bowl.

"Have a good night!" She chimed, how can someone be so happy with so many people around?

We ventured to the other side of the room, I grabbed two glasses of champagne from another server on the way. I peered at Spencer over the skinny glass, he was staring at his salad.

"What, is there something wrong?"

"Why is there so much white stuff on it? It's not ranch, I know what ranch looks like." My giggle was muffled slightly by the glass.

"That's what she said." He raised one eyebrow. Then a look of realization came over his face.

"You have a dirty mind." He mixed together the salad to distribute the 'white stuff'. We subtly stared every once in a while over at the mans table.

His name was Anton Todd, but his customers called him Ton. He was someone who frequently assassinated people. He was a hitman to be exact. We had an outside source tell us that a new customer would be coming in to request business, so we could kill two birds with one stone.

So far the man we knew as Cole Kamargo had not come to ask for Antons *services* yet. We had been standing in this corner of the room for a while, just watching him. That's when I caught his eye.

His gaze was terrifying, it struck me right through my soul, and I just couldn't stop looking. He squinted at me, tilting his head. Spencer shook my shoulder.

"Y/n, stop staring at him." It was like being lost in someone's eyes in the worst way possible. I watched as he stood from the table, making his way over with a sour look on his face.

"Shit shit shit shit." I mumbled as he got closer.

"Shit is right. Do you trust me?" I kept my eyes on the man.

"Of course." He grabbed my hips, pushing me against the wall behind us and kissed me hard. He trailed his left hand up to the back of my neck, holding me there. I gasped in surprise, leading him to slip his tongue in my mouth. Meaning we were full on making out. I pushed my hands into his hair, gladly accepting the kiss and sighing into it. Suddenly, Spencer was pulled from me. And there he stood.

Anton.

"Tell your girl to stop fuckin' staring at me." He spat, glaring at me.

"Sorry sir, my wife has ADHD, she zones out frequently." He rushed to my side and pulled me into his side protectively. Anton rolled his eyes and left the area.

I looked up at Spencer, his cheeks were a deep shade of red, and he was touching his lips.

"Thank you. Also, you're a good kisser." I remarked, nudging his side a bit. He looked down at me with wide eyes. "What? Am I not allowed to compliment your kissing? It's good!" I laughed heartily, looping my arm into his.

"Ditto." A smile grew on his lips. I could get use to this. Spencer noticed an available seat near us, so he sat patting his lap.

"Excuse me?"

"Come sit on my lap!" He chuckled.

"I'm glad your getting use to the idea of me being your *wife*." I sat on his lap, leaning my head back onto his shoulder. My hands made their way to the heel of my foot, slightly slipping my shoe off. "These heels are from Satan I think." I rubbed at the sore skin.

"My tag is itchy." Spencer pulled at his collar, relieving the so called *itch*.

"These heels are peeling off my **skin**. But yes, keep complaining about your tag you whine ass." He turned his head to me, kissing my cheek.

"I'm sorry, I can put some neosporin on it when we get home. I mean, when we get-get you home." He stuttered, the tips of his ears once again turning an extravagant shade of red. I kissed his jaw.

"Thank you *baby*." We were then interrupted by a woman next to us.

"How long have you guys been married?" The lady leaned over the booth, a ring was clearly shown on her finger.

"8 years." I answered quickly, before Spencer could say a contradicting answer.

"Wow! You guys look so young to be together so long. How do you guys keep it so... so beautiful?" She tilted her head at the question.

"What do you mean?" I asked, reaching my hand into Spencer's hair and playing with it momentarily.

"You seem so in love. You act like teenagers, I don't think I've looked that in love with my husband since we first met." She huffed.

"You just have to find someone who's easy to love." He leaned his head on mine. "I've never had a doubt in my mind that she was the one." The words stuck with me, I felt like they would be embedded in my soul for eternity.

"I think I need to get a divorce." She sunk into the seat, I watched as her husband come back and sat with her, she gave him a weak smile.

"Okay, we need to leave this area before we become homewreckers." I whispered, pulling him to his feet and fleeing into another direction. "We must be amazing actors." I laughed nervously.

"Yeah, actors." He murmered, but before I could comment on it, I saw Cole making his way to Anton.

"Spencer! It's Cole!" I screeched quietly. We discreetly made our way near the table, quickly catching the conversation and relaying it to Hotch.

Cole spoke of the horrible things he wanted done to his wife, it made me sick.

"FBI, get on the ground!" I pulled my gun from the left holster that Spencer had for me. I couldn't exactly *hide* a gun on this white dress. Spencer pulled his gun as well.

"We have you surrounded by sharpshooters aimed and ready to fire, so I suggest that you comply." Morgan came in soon, cuffing the both of them and leading the men to cars.

We now remained outside, sitting on the stairs of the large building.

"I enjoyed being your husband for a night." Spencer laughed, nudging my shoulder.

"And I enjoyed being your wife." I played with the fake ring on my finger. "Okay. Fuck it. Did you mean any of the things you said in there?" The words spat from my mouth quickly.

"Like what?" His voice was shaky.

"Like, that you never had a doubt that I was the one. Or was that part of the act. I would totally understand if it was, you're an amazing actor if it was because it honestly had me believing-" He put his finger to my lips.

"Yes, I meant it."

"Thank God." I grabbed his jaw with both hands and brought him to my lips. He smiled into the kiss, deepening it. His hands ran up and down my back slowly.

"I wouldn't mind doing this every day." He remarked, gesturing between our lips.

"I wouldn't either pretty boy."

[onyourzeus]

• beat of my heart | ydw

ykcyj ➝ arskyh

title: beat of my heart  pairing: yoon dowoon (of day6) & you genre: fluff, non-idol!au, college!au words: 4.3k

author’s note: finally, a dowoon fic that i thoroughly enjoyed writing (hence how long it is) it went on a different track than planned, but isn’t that how most of my fics are turning out to be? lol. please do enjoy!

this dot fic is part of the falling asleep on the bus scenario i intend to write for each day6 member. check out the others: wonpil (currently only have 2/5 completed)

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

there isn’t a lot that occupies dowoon’s mind. he gets classified as an introvert by people who have known him for years but this doesn’t mean too much for him

sure, he likes to keep to himself and only open up to people he’s trusted for a while which… is the kind of life he wants to lead

with that being said, other things that goes under Dowoon’s Approved Interests would be: playing the drums, playing a ton of games, and… animals 

upon entering college, he wondered if he’d have the free time to care for animals just like when he was younger, volunteering at the nearest animal shelter in which everyone who worked there knew who he was

and always regarded him as the shy little boy but also borderline an animal whisperer. it gave dowoon lots of fun memories to look back on his childhood, and for a moment he considered studying veterinary science to continue his passion for loving dogs cats and everything in between

but another love of his life was introduced in first year high school, and that is the drums. as his social circle expanded (as much as he permitted it to, so not by a lot), so did his club activities in music and even playing as a filler in different bands became his priority (next to academics) 

he still visited the shelter from time to time, it wasn’t something he could just drop so easily; bonding with stray-turned-angelic pets waiting for their forever family was his form of therapy, in a way, when music got too complicated at times or when he’s struggling with a class

and then there’s playing league or overwatch or pubg to release stress in a more high-energy fashion

so when the time came that he needed to choose a major, the first thing that came into mind was music theory. he wanted to get better at playing drums, understanding notes, and improving his performance skills overall

he’s experienced frustration over figuring out the rhythm for certain songs he liked to play before, so this is what made him decide that music is the type of interest he’d want to pursue as a career

and bonding with animals… well, would be just that. this way, he doesn’t get burnt out with the one hobby he feels much peace with. his happy place, if you will 

so imagine dowoon’s surprise when he learnt of a volunteering organization on campus that caters to helping out local animal shelters on the weekends. literally what he has been doing since he was a wee lad

it was perfect timing to have passed by the club booth during intro week, he already planned on auditioning for the established bands on campus (day6 sounds like a perfect fit for him, tbh) but he hadn’t reached that level of confidence with his drumming skills yet

distracting himself with going to the shelter every so often would help him leave the dorm for a bit (his roommate ha subtly asked many a times for him to ease off of the mouse clicking during the late hours of the night and shouting, “gg” over and over) 

the first few times he went to the org’s events at the shelter, it was… a little awkward

one, he didn’t know anybody and two, he isn’t exactly the cute little shy 10 year old he once was that knew every auntie and uncle in his small town. 

and everyone else in the event… already seems to know each other. dowoon recognizes the guy who handed him a flyer talking to the animal shelter coordinators up in the front. he had been lost in the crowd of his peers that he has no idea what’s going on

he just wants to pet sum dogs and play laser pointers with cats, is that too much to ask for?

suddenly, everyone had dispersed into groups and apparently you choose where you want to be included in

great, dowoon is just smiling awkwardly to himself as he feels the tips of his ears blush bright red

“hi! dowoon, right? do you have a group to join?” he whips his head to the sound of your voice, just a few feet ahead of him. he’s confused as to why you knows his name, so he points to himself and feels the flimsy paper nametag attached by double-sided tape on his shirt

oh, duh. they had the new prospective members do it a while ago 

he sees your name too, and remembers it in the back of his head like a prayer

dowoon shakes his head, perpetually shy and blushing hard now. you feel a sense of guilt singling him out like that in the crowd, so you approach him more closely and signal to follow you

“i’m part of the board members, and we don’t have enough people in our group so you can come join us!” as publicity chair, it is your duty to make others feel comfortable and welcomed in the org. and this is your time to shine

“we’re looking at some bigger doggos today, do you have any pets, dowoon?” you try to make polite introductions as you lead the group to where you’re assigned. like a lost puppy on his own, dowoon follows suit. he’s grateful for some guidance, and actually seeing the animals calm him down for a moment

and it doesn’t feel like everyone’s staring at him anymore as he hears chit-chatting surrounding the place

so he focuses his attention on you instead, and he somewhat regrets it

he’s not those guys who don’t have girl friends, but most of the friendships he’s formed with them are due to the fact that he was introduced by a mutual friend

so dowoon is, how do you say it, entranced by the way you talk about your first big dog in the house 

and the two that followed after, and how you stopped playing with your friends from the neighborhood

because all you needed in life were your golden retrievers and newfoundland

dowoon finds himself sharing his own childhood experiences of spending time at a shelter, but never having a dog of his own

“family allergies,” he shrugs and you pout for him in frustration 

wow, he’s never seen someone so invested by the fact that he never got to own a pet for himself 

“well, dowoon,” you tell him as you’re approaching the section of big dogs, “i hope you enjoy your time here. this is one of the biggest shelters near campus, and fortunately a lot of dogs and cats get adopted every month!” 

your enthusiasm for #adoptdontshop makes dowoon feel excited again, he’s just itching to be back doing what calms him down in a therapeutic sense

you instruct the other members to join in a pair or a trio to assist the shelter coordinators with grooming some of the dogs and going for their scheduled walks

this makes dowoon suddenly panic inwardly again, why does everything have to be done in groups?

“want to come with me?” you ask him in the middle of his inner monologue. you’re met with a look of surprise similar to how he reacted when you called out his name just a few minutes prior

“me? you’re not partnering with anyone else?” you shake your head, “as you can tell, they’ve already made up their minds. you’re one of the only new people i saw come to our event today, so i’ll be glad to show you around!” and you genuinely are. it’s rare to see a newbie look so obviously excited to be here, let alone by themselves

usually the people you’ve come to know who join your events are just there for the instagram stories or a pseudo-date of some sorts. you’re happy they’re helping out the shelter with taking care of the pets even for a few hours in the day, but their intentions lie far and beyond with what you have in mind joining the org

however, having approached dowoon and giving him your usual spiel on your love for dogs— he was actually listening and nodding along to the right moments!!! it was so refreshing, especially with the way he’s just excitedly tapping his feet right now awaiting where you’ll lead him next 

“oh, let’s hang out with lady! she’s actually going to be adopted soon, but i want you to meet her,” you lead dowoon to one of the bigger stalls on the right where lady was. you call out to her, and immediately you see a tail of a fawn colored pitbull sway back and forth

she comes near you first, sniffing and licking at your petting hands. lady senses dowoon standing idly by your side, and you’re about to tell him how to approach the dog when dowoon does it for himself

he bends down to her level, lifts up a loosely closed fist and lets lady smell her first. “hi lady, nice to meet you. my name is dowoon,” he coos at her, finally lady lets him in her space as her tail wags even faster

“that’s amazing,” you point out, “we had a really hard time teaching her to trust new people” 

dowoon shrugs, grinning while he’s at it and you can tell how modest he’s trying to be. but the way he’s rubbing lady’s belly and chuckling at her snorts make you believe that dowoon knows what he’s doing. and he’s enjoying it to the fullest 

“thank you for trusting me, miss lady,” dowoon tells the dog who has completely fallen in love with him too. you just watch him, in awe of the scene before you until dowoon looks your way

he catches you having a weird, goofy smile and so you fake cough your way as an excuse and tuck a hair beneath your ear. “does she need to go for a walk?” he asks you, tone inquisitive and hands busy petting lady much to her delight

“we can, y-yeah,” you find yourself a little out of breath, so out of the ordinary for you. but you comply to his wish and ask the coordinator for lady’s leash and the record book. 

and that’s kinda how you and dowoon started hanging out a lot on the weekends. after that first event you met him, you’re quick to tell him about the incoming ones the org has for the following weeks (albeit some were supposed to be a secret, you couldn’t resist) and that you’ll be really happy if he came

for the pets, of course

dowoon had informed you that he’s trying to join a band on campus, so he might not be at every event you described. although he’ll do his best, for all the other dogs and cats he hasn’t met yet. you become curious about the guy, but not enough confidence to ask about this band or anything other than his love for animals

so for the next few weeks of the semester, whenever you get to lead an event you’re always looking for a shy boy in the crowd. and 80% of the time, dowoon comes through

there are instances when the other board members ask you to proceed with a diff group or a diff task, and before they can sweep dowoon away from your group…

“ah, actually he’s interested in becoming my intern, so i think it’s best to keep him under my wing!”

“we’re doing interns??? now?? i thought we canceled that—”

“he’s just interested, nothing too serious or finalized but yep— ah, dowoon, over here!” 

what a save, and gladly dowoon didn’t hear

he’s actually formed a few acquaintances within the returning members, and it makes you proud to see him come out of his shell a lil

even if you don’t know much about him yet, just his major and the band he’s trying out for (which is looking very good, in his terms) as long as dowoon voluntarily wants to attend the events, it’s a success to you

“who are we meeting today chief?” dowoon would tease you once the event has started, and it’s becoming a running theme in your guys’ greetings

hmm, you decide, major,” is what you’d call him (as you squeal and squirm involuntarily inside) “bathing ole’ mister winston or trying to teach tiny toffee how to sit and stay for more than two seconds?” 

dowoon visibly shudders, remembering the time the english mastiff mister winston slobbered him so much as a form of thanks for keeping him squeaky clean, and you basically laughed at his face for 15 seconds straight

“let’s teach toffee some tricks today,” he relents as you already knew the answer but wanted to see reactions of his flashbacks 

you’re not sure if any one of the board members have noticed your particular liking to dowoon. if they did no one said a word because the whole point of the organization is

to have fun with animals and prepare them well for their furr-ever home, which is what you and dowoon love doing together. there’s a kind of synergy that you feel being with dowoon and working with one dog

dowoon knows more techniques on how to calm down anxious dogs than you’ve ever learned being in the org

you have to admit sometimes you’re still skittish, jumping from loud sounds or yelping in response to mister winston pawing at you (and his paws are bigger than your face) 

or maybe it’s the fact that dowoon is there teasing you instead, intentionally hiding from you when you need a helping hand only to return with a handful of kittens in his embrace. “sorry, they were calling out to me and i couldn’t resist.” 

you’d roll your eyes and attempt to get upset, but the way his own shines and his shy giggle coming out of him when the kittens fight their way to nuzzle against his cheek— it’s harder than you thought

anyway, you tell yourself that you’re keeping dowoon by your side because the two of you learn a lot together, and the back and forth coordination you have with tougher to care for dogs makes the job easier, it’s really that. it really is

or maybe it’s more… because as the weeks go by and dowoon couldn’t come round the shelter on the weekends, he asks if you want to see him practice with the band he’s joined

unfortunately, a lot of the times clash with your events or other school related activities, so dowoon insists on sending you videos of him playing the drums

it was a wild ride of messages, to be honest, because at first the camera would just be showing the ceiling, and then it would be recording his shoes, then just the surface of a drum until the vibrations shake it off of wherever dowoon was putting his phone against

nevertheless, you’d listen to how he plays the instrument he truly loves, and it was another side of him that got you feeling enamored 

the day has come that there was no event at the shelter, and dowoon alongside other day6 members were having a busking session on campus grounds

“i’ll record you this time, dowoon, you don’t have to rely on faulty angles and physics anymore,” you tell him minutes before the gig started. you’ve seen dowoon give off a positive, excited aura in the shelter, but being with his bandmates and sitting in front of his drums— you’re observing a different side of him

and it’s addicting. to watch

“oh, guys by the way, she’s the one i was telling you all about,” you hear dowoon tell his members while you stand on the side. a question mark pops in your head, what does he mean by that???

soon after, everyone introduces themselves to you and shakes your hand. and you’re stunned, having known their names before (courtesy of dowoon) but not really associating a face with it 

“you didn’t tell me your friends are good looking,” you tease dowoon, “you’re hanging out with the right crowd,” you add, poking him on the side to watch his reaction

and you get what you wanted, ears blushing and hands shoving you away playfully 

around you, a crowd has started forming and you notice people from the org watching on the sidelines too

posters fill up the air with names of the members— and even dowoon

huh, why does that hurt a little inside (maybe you should have made a poster too? you glance at dowoon to see him gazing upon the cheers of the crowd and perhaps his name in sharpie, enclosed in hearts by his supporters)

that hurt a little more too

you shake away the weird feeling, and remind yourself that you’re here to record him for the first time, and to listen to him play live

when they finally begun their performance, you became more speechless than you thought. you’ve gone to indie music gatherings before and have watched a couple of up and coming bands do their thing

but day6 is something else— and most especially, you know the drummer

the ones those girls behind you are screaming your ear off for 

he’s a god with the drums, eyes closed in parts that require careful and soft beats but you see the fiery look in them once the song comes up to its peak 

it was thrilling, it was a sight to behold. dowoon in his other element, another side of dowoon you’d love to get to know more of

you resist from screaming his name so that your recording doesn’t sound ugly (you’re sending it to him after all), but that doesn’t mean your heart isn’t beating as loud as the rhythm of his drums 

a few times during the performance, you catch him looking at your direction, but you’re not sure so you just raise a thumbs up with one hand while the other holding your phone feels strained as they go on

it’s ok, it’s all for dowoon

an hour later, their set ended with a bang and girls and guys alike flock to the members to get a poster signed or something else of theirs (dowoon had already given you a pre-signed poster. friendship benefits?) 

you didn’t want to leave without congratulating him for a very successful first gig, so you sit by the benches. a little farther away from the platform where they performed to give yourself fresh air, and understand why your heart continues to pound so hard and so fast

and the cheers for dowoon’s name playing back in your mind

it’s the after show adrenaline, you tell yourself, rewinding the footage you recorded to pass the time

your mistake since it was all just dowoon

there were times when you “accidentally” zoomed it in his face, and kept it there. for minutes on end

god why does he smile like that, stop you’re hurting my HEART

“someone’s a fan,” a low, litling voice creeps up behind you

and your first instinct is to punch the invader of your personal space

which you did (albeit not as strongly as you wanted) but when realizing who received said punch…

“dowoon holy shit WHY WOULD YOU GO BEHIND ME LIKE THAT” 

“I DIDN’T KNOW YOUR REACTION WOULD BE SO VIOLENT”

so uh, there you suddenly are

in the college’s nurse office

with the drummer of what seems to be a rising band on campus, dowoon

getting his bloody nose (literally) checked out, and asking him serious questions without you in the room

“did she really think i’d punch you like that???”

“i think it was really nice of her to look out for me, you know,” dowoon smirked, and the two of you had already come out of the office and you were ready to actually punch him for real this time

but you decline your desires because you still feel a bit guilty 

a part of you knew it was dowoon, the voice was a dead giveaway, but you’re “logical reasoning” says you didn’t want him, nor anyone, to see you admiring his face on video. playing it on loop 

“i’m sorry,” you finally say, cringing at the turn of events tonight “can you still make it to the band’s after dinner party? can you still eat with your nose like that?”

“you’re so weird,” dowoon replies, pinching the bridge of his nose as he elicits a short “ow” of pain, and you can’t help but feel so terrible

“ughhhhhh dowoon pls say i didn’t break your nose or else your fangirls will hate me”

“what” 

“you heard me don’t make me say it again”

“say what again :)” at this point he’s just messing with you, his nose doesn’t look crooked anyway and he definitely knows there were girls fawning over him!!

“c’mon, i’ll pay for the uber to take you to the restaurant,” you urge, it’s the least you can do for physically hurting the person who seems to be confusing you what draws the line between being a friend and… potentially liking them more than that 

dowoon doesn’t respond, just shakes his head no and walks alongside you

“what do you mean no???” you’re baffled, why would he decline such a good offer?? 

“no i’m not going to the dinner, it’s fine i get to see them every day,” he reasons out. he stretches his arms and evokes a yawn. “besides i’m pretty beat from the gig, so i’m just gonna crash back at the dorm”

you’re not convinced, what if he’s just pretending to be sleepy so he doesn’t bother you anymore? biting your lip, you contemplate on persuading him to go but buying his dinner (you’re not sure how that will work) until he stops in his tracks and

pinches your cheeks

to stop you from thinking as your eyes land on his

dowoon huffs, eyebrows creased with concern as he says, “you look like one of the dogs we fed last week who wanted more food in his bowl, but he doesn’t know he’s on a diet.” 

he.. really compared u… to a dog???? 

“what do you mean by that,” you counter, cheeks heating up from the sensation of his fingers pinching at them. not too painful, but enough to consciously feel the pressure of his touch on your face

not to mention his focus is all on you

“you’re upset because i won’t give in to your apology gift,” he explains further. “but really, i’m fine. you didn’t break any bones, and you aimed for my nose. if it were my hands that got hurt then it’ll be a different story”

you groan outwardly, not knowing how to best him out of his logic

“c’mon the bus is coming soon, let’s call it a night,” he says, releasing your cheeks from his grasp and instead, tugging at your hand to follow his lead this time

you don’t let it go

once you enter the bus, dowoon finds an empty two seater and slides right in by the window seat, patting the one next to him. you reluctantly take the spot, still reeling from the way he held your hand so effortlessly, still confused about how you feel about him, still wanting to make it up to him

“is there an event tomorrow?” dowoon asks, escaping you out of your reverie. you churn your brain to think as this is a good opportunity to divert your attention somewhere else

“i believe so. i’m not leading the event, but it’s basically adoption day at the shelter. did you want to come?”

“of course, if you are”

“oh,” that caught you off guard… he can always come to events even if you aren’t, he’s a member now and he’s good friends with the other board members…

“if you’re not, then are you busy doing something?” he yawns again, eyes becoming droopier by the minute as the bus takes it leave

“not really… we can go… together,” you attempt to string coherent sentences together, but the sight of dowoon dozing off at the electric hum while the bus moves entrances you

his pale soft skin contrasts the tiredness in his voice, trying to keep himself away by answering you

“mm. yeah, i’d like to go with you...anywhere… with you,” he starts mumbling, head dangerously close to colliding against the window

silently, you chuckle. and admire the hardworking effort you’ve seen dowoon achieve so far, it makes you momentarily forget about figuring out your feelings

cause it’s kinda obvious with the way you’re seeing him right now, usually you’d tease him, take a picture for blackmail or even feel slightly awkward sitting in the bus next to each other

but right now, you admire him. and wish you can talk to him more about the band, about his dreams, about going to events “as long as it’s with you”

you hear him continuously mumble string of phrases that are incomprehensible at this point, and instead of making fun of the guy (you’ve done enough damage to his nose), you gently tell him, “sleep, dowoon. i’ll wake you up when your stop is here.”

“mmkay,” he gives in, breathes out heavily and

leans against you

resting his head on your shoulder, even making himself more comfy by nuzzling his cheek by the junction of your neck

in a way it sets your heart aflame

but on the outside, you feel at ease. that he can easily take the hit with his nose just mere moments ago and willingly let his head, and his mind rest for a little right by your side

you don’t have to wonder about your feelings anymore

you’d want this to happen more in the future, and hopefully

you’re just wishing upon a star here, that dowoon feels the same

[popcornaddict500]

Alien! m6 headcanons (little nsfw)

(just a funky idea i had :P. I’m gonna be putting my own designs of how i think they would look as aliens haha. @steponmemrasra @the-yelling-cave i grant thee the aliens)

Asra

-He has six arms, somewhat pointed ears and a long tongue. He has a white deer-like tail. His hair is longer, and he often wears it in a loose ponytail draped across his shoulder. He has sharper teeth and clawed hands. He usually wears a white coat paired with a purple blouse and a tight-fitted pair of pants. He has the ability to float, but not to fly. If he falls he can hover. He does have futuristic armor, but doesn’t wear it often. His armor is white with a purple shine to it. He’s built robots to do work on his ship, and often does research on other species and such. (he needs glasses sometimes haha) This research is harmless, he merely wants to know how other beings’ minds and bodies work. He also collects gemstones from planets and places, some are very rare. His spaceship is quite large, but not that big. 

-Most likely would meet you during one of his research sprees, he would take a liking to you and offer to take you with him on a trip

-Is actually very strong?? Maybe it’s because of the six arms but he can lift weights 3 times heavier than himself. He’s not buff, but i guess having six arms is an advantage

-Sleeps 12 hours a day tbh

-Very good at multitasking ;)

-Has a gigantic snake on his ship as a pet (Faust obviously)

-He loves exploring planets so try to keep up when he starts running around

-Some of the gemstones that he collected are larger than you

-Has two ���’s

-Will most likely use his research tools on you, for ultimate pleasure

-Great hugs

Nadia

-Has sharp horns on her head and owl-like wings. Despite not seeming so different on the surface, what’s inside tells a whole different story. Both her face and her stomach can rip open vertically, to reveal a demonic horror of a mouth. Her blood is poisonous and she has venomous fangs. Also her insides glow, including her mouth, blood and other bodily liquids. But she rarely uses her lethal abilities. She travels through space to find plants and flowers of all different sorts, species and types. When exploring, she wears her armor, which is a deep purple. She has various tools equipped on her armor. As expected, her ship is filled with a lot of plant life and flowers. It’s a beautiful sight. She’s alone on her ship, she prefers it. Less crowded, you know. She can fly, but flying is tiring. So she only does it sometimes. Her ship isn’t that big, but it’s equipped with various radars, sensors and weapons.

-She really enjoys eating fruit

-She always and i mean always smells like flowers, be it space flowers or earth flowers

-A great cook

-Might seem soft but can kill you with no effort

-When she’s in her ship, she doesn’t wear clothes, ever. (unless she has company, of course.)

-Her touch has a strange effect, it makes the person getting touched feel dreamy, in a way. It’s very relaxing and wonderful

-So imagine how warm and lovely kissing her must be

-She would meet you when gathering plants, maybe from your garden. She wouldn’t have known, because ‘gardens’ are unknown to her

-Can be incredibly direct at times

-Her skin is so soft??? Like it feels like silk but better

-Has very experienced hands ;)

Julian

-He's got 4 eyes, first of all. Two smaller ones are underneath the original ones. He has two columns of 3 holes on the sides of his neck, he breathes out of those. He can breathe out of his mouth too, of course.  So 3 holes on either side of his neck. On his body are bioluminescent lines, their shape is sharp, curled and symmetrical. Two of the pointed lines are on his jaw and a part of his cheek. (like on both sides of his face, symmetrical) The glowing color that they give is dependant on how he's feeling. He has a long, leather like tail. He usually wears futuristic black armor, when he's relaxing he wears a fullbody alien made suit, it clings to the one wearing it and it's practically like a second skin. It has a high collar (but with holes in it) and it ends at his shins and hands. His armor is shiny and equipped with various plasma guns. He has 'drones' which are mindless servants of a lower ranking than him. Their only purpose is to do what he orders them to. He's the leader on his ship. His skin isn't much different, but he's cold blooded.

-Definitely the type to just visit earth and look around for a bit (or for an order from his superior)

-If he did abduct you then it would be to ask some questions about earth or because he liked you

-Would politely send you back if you wanted to go back

-He uses a translation device to speak with you (all of the m6 do tbh)

-Since he’s cold blooded, if he gets too cold then he’ll go into hibernation... Keep him warm, skin to skin ;)

-He doesn’t understand the concept of clothing- hence the suit that hides... nothing- and is often confused about why humans wear such restrictive clothing

-Have i mentioned how gigantic his ship is? Larger than your average neighborhood, i suppose. And no, it’s not your basic ufo shape. It’s quite complex.

-Every 2 months, he goes into a heat-like state. Unless you want to be ravaged intensely, i recommend hiding. This state lasts quite a while, and he’ll be constantly restless. He might be a switch, but during this time he’s very much a top ;)

-His tail is sensitive, especially at the tip, so go wild with that

-Super ticklish on the glowing lines on his body

Portia

-She also has 4 eyes, like Julian. And a leather like tail, she’s also cold blooded. But besides that, they’re pretty different. Her skeleton is so flexible, she can make the strangest twists and turns. Her ears are pointed and orange. She can climb walls, sit on the ceiling and she has hair that’s constantly moving around. She just breathes out of her mouth and nose. She has some orange spots on her body, these spots can sprout out spikes when needed. Kinda like a pufferfish. Has sharp teeth. Her futuristic armor is a deep, dark blue and it’s equipped with various devices and weapons. Her ship is also quite big, she has a space cat and some drones. (space cat is Pepi, but with 6 legs and 2 antennae) In casual activities she also wears a skin tight body suit.

-She’s very hard to catch since she’s flexible enough to bend over backwards which is good for some experiments 👀

-She was determined to find out if humans existed, so when she found you, such an excuisite specimen, she just had to ask you to come with her.

-Sleeps a lot but not as much as Asra

-Also doesn’t understand clothing lol

-She’s so curious! She loves getting to know everything about you and your species! ‘How do you reproduce? We use test tubes.’

-Oh and she’s touchy too, both because she requires heat and because she’s interested in your body

-She just can’t help it, humans like yourself are so interesting

-Has sparkles in her hair for some reason

-She’s always got such a nice scent, kinda like fresh wool (if you’ve ever sniffed a cat you know what i mean)

-Likes experimenting a lot, she’s very curious ;)

Muriel

-He has scales on some spots of his body, like the neck, the legs, the ears and his hands. He has a scaled tail and eyes with slit pupils. He has six eyes. He also has two antennae on his head and he can create see-through dragon like wings on his back, powered by his energy. His armor is a dark green, with holes in it’s back for his wings. He travels around space to find different animal species, and befriend some, if he can. His vocal cords are different, it allows him to speak to animals. That doesn’t mean he cannot speak to you. His ship is not that big but not very small either, he’s gained a lot of pets in the time he’s been travelling, so he’s not alone on the ship. He usually wears a turtleneck sweater and a pair of pants when he’s in his ship.

-He’s not fond of fighting so he’s only brought a few weapons on his ship, to protect himself if needed.

-Most likely met you when trying to befriend your pet

-Was super shocked and embarassed, apologizing for trying to take your pet, he didn’t know it was yours

-Sometimes, when it’s dark, he glows. It only happens when the moon(s) is out though.

-Sleeps in a hammock at all times

-Would probably nuzzle you a lot

-He’s very strong (obviously) but loves hugs nontheless

-Sometimes goes flying with some pets and you

-His ship also contains a lot of plant life

-Is embarassed to say it, but tries to ask you to come with him, you’re nice company.

Lucio

-He’s got longer hair and fangs, his ears are pointed and he has 4 arms, two of which being insect like arms. He has an abdomen with a stinger on his lower back. (like an insect abdomen with a stinger) His armor is white with gold, and equipped with various swords and plasma guns. His ship is large, and filled with drones. He goes through space exploring and following orders from his superior. He has the ability to make items bigger or smaller. He usually wears a white blouse and dark yellow pants. He also has some dark markings on his skin.

-When does this bitch not try to destroy other planets

-He wants to but his superior won’t allow him

-The only reason he wants to is bc someone on that planet insulted him

-Would most likely meet you when you went to investigate the loud cursing coming from the forest -this dumbass crashlanded his ship.

-Immediately, he likes you

-Would abduct you with no shame

-Someone please teach this man manners

-Would tease you a lot

-His 🍆 has some ribs and bumps along the sides

-Knows not how to be subtle

-If he’s horny, you can immediately tell.

[lu-undy]

Chapter 68 - SBT

Here it is!

"You've put on some weight, luv'." 

"Quoi?!"

[What?!]

"What have you been eating all this time?" 

"Whatever I could hunt here."

Lucien was sitting on his lover's lap, straddling his thighs while Mundy was on his foldable chair, fishing. 

"You hunt?" Mundy asked. 

"Not professionally, but I know how to use a rifle." Lucien answered. He was hugging Mundy dearly. 

"You gotta show me, eh."

"With pleasure." 

Mundy chuckled. 

"Meow…" 

Lucien raised his head to Perle who was scratching the van's door. 

"She wants to go back inside." Lucien said. 

"Yeah, I guess Soo - oh, uh, let her meow a bit. I'm nearly done with fishin' and then I'll show you something." Mundy answered. 

Lucien looked at the bucket next to Mundy. 

"You have already fished enough to nourish a regiment!"

"Yeah, well… Ah, y'know what, why don't you start cleanin' and cooking the fish?" 

"Fair enough, but first…" Lucien cupped Mundy's face and kissed him tenderly. Mundy melted on his seat and grabbed Lucien's waist firmly, which earned him a chuckle from the Frenchman. "I see I still have quite the effect on you, mon loup." 

[my wolf]

Mundy smiled at the mention of his nickname. He hadn't heard it in more than a year. 

"O'course." 

Lucien took the bucket and got started with the fish. He cleaned them, gutted them and rinsed them in the lake. Meanwhile, Mundy caught one last fish and started helping his lover. 

"I see you have kept my blade." Lucien said, watching Mundy deal with a trout. 

"Yeah. I kept all your stuff."

"All of it?" 

"All of it." 

"Where?"

"In the van."

"Oh…" Lucien was astounded. 

They finished with the fish and put it to cook over the campfire.

"C'mere now, let's go and open the van for Pearl to get in." Mundy took Lucien's hand and led him. "Go ahead, do it." 

"What?" 

"Open the door." 

"Why? Can't you do it yourself? It's your van, Mundy." Lucien put his hand on the handle and pushed the door. A herd of fluff came out mewling and meowing. "What?! You adopted other cats?" 

Mundy smiled. He took Lucien's hand and they went to sit around the campfire, on the ground.

"Look at them." Mundy pointed at the cats. 

"Oui?"

"No, look at them."

"I am! What are you getting at?" 

"Tell me what they're doin'." 

"Well, Perle is lying next to this black cat, a friend I suppose, and they are surrounded by these kittens. You adopted a cat and four kittens? How do they all fit in the van?" 

Mundy smiled. 

"I adopted Pearl and… That black cat with the green eyes, he's Soot."

"Soot? He's a he?"

"Yeah. You named Pearl Pearl because she's white. So I named him Soot because he was black. Now look at the kittens."

"Hm." Lucien watched them play and fight. 

"Come on, Lu', open your eyes!"

"I am!"

"Nothin' strikes you?" 

"Non… Why? What is it?" 

"Alright, watch here… Oi, the cats, c'mere." 

The cats pricked their ears up and went to Mundy. 

"They listen to you very obediently." Lucien noticed. 

"See this old man, here? That's Lu'." 

"Meow?" Soot asked and the kittens mewled in their turn. 

"He's your other Gramps, babies. And for you Soot, well, he's the wifey's Papa." 

Lucien frowned and then his eyes snapped wide. 

"Wait, do you mean that…?"

"Look here. This is Diamond and this is Star, they're both baby girls." Mundy scooped them off the ground and passed them to Lucien who petted them and put them in the hole between his crossed legs. "This fat one here, that's Glovy."

"Meow!"

"Yeah, you're fat, little kitty, and we love you… And this last one… C'mere, you…"

Lucien was holding the baby cats and looked shocked, flabber-gasted and completely taken aback. He had never thought that Perle could give him kittens. 

"Mon Dieu…" He held the kittens against him and kissed them with tears in his eyes as he started to understand it all. 

"This last one is the smallest. What d'you think we called him?" Mundy asked, petting Junior. 

"I do not know…" Lucien chuckled through his tears. "Give him to me, please, I need to hold him." 

Mundy passed him on. 

"Mon Dieu…" Lucien repeated, getting emotional again. "He looks so delicate and fragile…" 

"Look at him, doesn't he remind you of someone?" 

Junior mewled in Lucien's hands. 

"I do not know… But let me ask, are these Perle's kittens?"

"Pearl and Soot's yeah." 

"And you have been raising them?"

"Yeah."

"On your own?" 

"Well, you weren't there so, yeah. But you didn't answer, what's his name?" Mundy nodded to the kitten. 

"I have no idea, what did you call him?"

Mundy smiled and wrapped an arm around Lucien. 

"Lu' Junior." 

"Quoi…?"

[What…?]

Perle came trotting at her Papa and Soot followed her. They brushed themselves against him, purring loudly as Lucien hugged all of the cats in his arms.

"I missed you all…" He said between the mewls, the purrs and the headbutts. 

"We missed you too, luv'..." Mundy left a kiss on Lucien's temple. "Right, the fish should be ready. Anybody hungry?" 

The fluffy ears pricked up and everyone clawed and leapt at Mundy.

"Alright, alright, calm down, there's gonna be more than enough for everyone…! Gimme a hand, Lu'..." 

They broke the fish into small pieces for the cats and blew on the bits to cool them down. The kittens mewled and leapt up to try and catch the food. 

"Wait, guys, you don't want to get burnt, hold on…" Mundy blew on the fish and held it out for the kittens. "Here… Good kitties… Hold on, don't fight…!" 

Lucien fed the kittens and his eyes rose to Perle. 

"Mon bébé?"

[My baby?]

She walked to him, slowly, her tail straight up. 

"She recognises you." Mundy said, continuing to deal the fish to all the kittens. 

"I think so." Lucien answered as he fed her from his hand directly and brushed her hair. 

"She does. See how her tail pointed straight up when she came to you?" 

"Oui?" 

"That's like a thumbs up for cats."

"Oh, really? So you really do remember your Papa?" Lucien asked Perle and her pupils dilated at the mention of the word. 

"Wow, she looks at you like you're the best thing in the world after sliced bread." 

"After sliced bread?" Lucien repeated, confused. 

"It's an expression, luv'. Sooty boy, come here, that's yours… Good boy…" 

"After sliced bread?"

Mundy rolled up his eyes with a smile. 

"You've been back for half an hour and you're taking the piss already, eh? C'mere, there!" Mundy shoved a bit of fish in Lucien's mouth. 

"Hm?!" 

"That'll keep your mouth busy." Mundy opened his mouth to eat some himself but the bit of fish that was between his fingers disappeared. 

"Oi?"

Mundy's head swooshed to Lucien who was licking his fingers with the most smug grin. 

"Did you just-?"

"I helped myself, oui." Lucien answered with a full mouth while he wiggled his eyebrows.

"Well…" Mundy took another bit of fish but again, it made it to Lucien's mouth, not his. "What?! Let me have some dinner!" 

Lucien giggled. 

"Come closer." He took a bit of fish and fed it to Mundy. 

"Mh… That's nice…" Mundy laid on the ground, using Lucien's lap as a pillow. "Aah…?" He opened his mouth and Lucien chuckled as he fed him some more. 

"How is his majesty feeling?" Lucien asked sarcastically. 

"Like a bloody king and a half." Mundy answered, closing his eyes. "Aah…?" He opened his mouth again and Lucien put some more food between his lips.

"Mundy?" 

"Hm?" 

"Have you… met anyone else or…?" 

"Pff… What d'you think?" Mundy asked. 

"I do not know." Lucien answered. "You might have."

"Course not…" 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, why? You thought I'd get with someone else?" Mundy's hands slithered to hold Lucien's. 

"It has been more than a year." 

"Yeah. It was hell…" Mundy squeezed Lucien's hand. 

"Exactly." 

"But Lu'?"

"Oui?"

"How did you… survive? I mean, Maurice told me they found a dead body with a mask and suit. It matched your built and stuff. I've been to your funeral…!" 

"I have been there too."

"What?!" 

"I was surprised by the crowd. But it made it easy to go and watch, hiding in plain sight."

"Hold on." Mundy frowned. "You heard what everyone said and stuff?" 

"Oui. I heard old military comrades telling tales of the past, I heard Bastien and Victoria, but most importantly, I heard and I saw you." Lucien paused as the cats came to rest against his legs. "I saw how long you stayed there. I was humbled and impressed." 

Mundy frowned and looked up at his lover. 

"You thought I'd just cry a bit and go? That day I lost my reason to live. With Duchemin dead, I just wanted to spend my days with you, see what we could do and do it together. But you were gone, even though you had promised to stay with me, to fight and live…" 

"I am sorry, truly."

"Why did you do that?" Mundy asked. "And how?" 

"Why? Because someone from the secret services had to confirm my death and I did not want to make Maurice lie and bear that responsibility."

"What d'you mean?" 

"I mean that if I had asked Maurice to lie, I would have asked him to take too big a risk for his own life. I did not want that, so I had to die, for real."

"Hm." 

"And I would have, Mundy. That day, I would gladly have blown myself up in that hangar if not for one thing." 

"What? Pearl?"

"Non. You." Lucien squeezed Mundy's hand. "As much as I had become your reason to live, you had become my happiness, my oxygen to breathe and the sun that I wake up to."

Mundy smiled sweetly. 

"So I decided to cheat death. Now, there are a lot of ways to do it and us spies are used to doing it from time to time. But this time, I couldn't rely on a gadget or a ruse. It had to be real." 

"So what did you do?" Mundy asked. 

"When I had first checked that hangar while you were putting the explosives on the locks of the felines' cages, I put some C4 charges inside. Then, I walked outside and captured one guard. I knocked him out and stripped him off his clothes before dressing him with my suit and balaclava. I, however, was still wearing the guards uniform but I was as naked as a worm underneath. When we caught Duchemin and when the rest of his goons were banging on the door, I had to put you to safety, hence my asking you to go to the first floor. I then put Duchemin in the middle of the hangar and this extra guard, dressed like me. I gave him my blade, my watch and I trusted you with my cigarette case. I had intended to detonate the C4 that I planted but those idiots, as they blew up the doors, triggered my charges and everything blew up at the same time. I made it out just in time and pretended to be one of the guards. I took a car and while everyone was busy trying to understand what happened, I fled."

Mundy had listened, silently. He frowned. 

"So you made it out?" 

"I did."

"Christ almighty… And then you disappeared?" 

"Before I did, I did ask something of you, if you remember correctly."

"What? When?"

"My last words to you." Lucien said, ruffling Mundy's short hair between his fingers. 

"I remember. You said 'Please forgive me.' Oh bugger, you were warnin' me?!" Mundy sat back right up and turned to look at Lucien. 

"I was saying goodbye." Lucien lowered his head. "And it has been haunting me ever since."

"Hm. I see." 

"I did not expect you to come back in this forest, Mundy."

"Why?" 

"I thought that if you love me as much as I do you, you would fall in another ten years of pain. Had the roles been reversed, that's what I would have done."

"I thought I was goin' to do the same, y'know."

Lucien shivered. The temperature started to drop as the sun was slowly passing below the horizon. 

"You cold?"

"A bit, oui."

"Let's get inside." 

They opened the van and the cats jumped in. Once inside, Lucien took a moment to let his eyes rediscover it. 

"You don't have the kukris anymore?" He asked, seeing the wall laying bare without them. 

"Nah. I got rid of them, the rifles and everythin'. And I did it for good this time." 

Lucien's eyes moved down to the cats. 

"Oh, you kept Perle's bed…?" 

"Told you, I kept everything. Look at it." 

Lucien crouched down and scratched the cats. 

"What are they using as a mattress…? Is that…?"

"It's one of your suit jackets."

Lucien's eyebrows jumped. 

"I… Back when it was just Pearl and me, we used to sleep in my bed together and she was small enough to… to sleep inside the jacket's pocket. I'd then hug her and the jacket and… Smellin' you helped. Speakin' of, look here." Mundy pointed at the shelf. 

"That is my perfume and my shaving foam? You kept them as well?" 

"Spray the perfume on the cats' bed for Pearl to sleep and on your jacket here," He grabbed it from his bed. "For me to sleep." 

Lucien put a hand on his mouth to cover his shock. 

"Mundy, I… I am speechless…"

"Pff, it's not even everything. Look inside my clothes cupboard." 

Lucien pulled on the handle and was met with his own clothes neatly folded and organised. 

"You wear my suits? They must be too small for you." 

"No, my clothes are on the couch, yours are in the cupboard." 

Lucien looked at the old sofa, then back at the cupboard as he closed it. 

"Mundy… Your clothes have spent more than a year on your sofa?" 

He nodded and Lucien put a hand on his head, through his hair. He could hardly believe it.

"I… Why?" 

"And your toothbrush's here." Mundy pointed at the glass next to the sink before holding Lucien from his waist. 

"Why have you done all this?" 

Mundy bent down to put his forehead against Lucien's. He closed his eyes.

"Cause then it feels like I'm just waitin' to see you again."

"Mon Dieu, how much I've missed you…" Lucien shut his eyes and bit his lip.

"Me too, darl'. C'mere, let's go to bed." He kissed Lucien's brow and the Frenchman might have turned into a puddle of softness. 

"Mundy, I… I don't have any pyjamas or anything and-"

"I have them." He answered with a smile. "Just look in the cupboard."

"Ah, oui, merci." 

They both got a change and not a minute later, they were cuddling under Mundy's blanket. 

"I have missed all of you so much…" Lucien repeated as he buried his head in Mundy's neck, breathing in his cheap cologne, his scent.

"Same here… I just… I think I'm still not realising it. Feels like a dream." Mundy answered, one hand on Lucien's lower back, and the other through his hair, behind his ear.

Lucien planted his lips in Mundy's neck and the Aussie clenched his hands. 

"Huh… Uh… Love…" 

"Sorry. I forgot about my beard. It must sting you." 

"N-no, I mean yeah but… Gosh…" Mundy gulped down audibly. "P-please…?"

"What?" Lucien looked up at him. 

"D-do it again… Please." 

The Frenchman closed his eyes and kissed Mundy's neck again. 

"Oh, Gosh…"

Hearing how much Mundy liked it, Lucien let himself go. His lips travelled in Mundy's neck, nipping and kissing, up to his ear and he playfully bit the shell of it. 

"Oh my God…" Mundy's hands were twitching on their own. "Y-your beard…" 

"What about it?" Lucien peppered kisses on Mundy's cheek and ended up straddling him. 

The Aussie opened his eyes and saw Lucien on top of him, his long hair flowing down to him. 

"I love it. And your hair too. Y-you look gorgeous… Even more than before, I mean…"

"And I like your short hair. It suits you." Lucien lay on Mundy's body and the Aussie wrapped his arms around him. 

"Lu'?" 

"Hm?" 

"I love you." 

Lucien smiled against Mundy's upper chest, below his jaw. 

"I love you too, mon loup."

[my wolf]

Silence fell in the dark van. 

"Lu'?" 

"Oui?"

"C-can I…? Uh…"

"Oui." 

"But you don't know what I wanted to say?"

"I do not mind. Whatever you wanted to do to me, please do it." 

"No, luv', I gotta ask first."

"Non."

"What if you don't want it?" 

"It comes from you, so I want it. Besides, I like surprises. So please, go ahead." 

Mundy sighed and yielded. 

"Right…" 

Lucien felt Mundy's hands slither slowly down his back, brushing and massaging their way down on the satin pyjamas.

"Y-you sure?" 

"Please." Lucien now had a pretty good idea of what was to come and his heart beat faster in anticipation. 

Mundy's hands slid below his back and squeezed. 

"Oh… Mon Dieu…" Lucien buried his head down against Mundy's shoulder. 

"Is that ok?" 

The moan that Lucien made was more than a clear answer, and Mundy's ears melted under it. His hands continued to knead, his fingers opened and clawed in the softness, where Lucien hadn't been touched in more than a year now. Oh he had forgotten it, the touch of foreign hands on his body, in parts that were hardly explored. Gosh, he loved it. 

Lucien held on to Mundy's chest and the Aussie continued to lazily hold what he had been wanting to hold for a long, long time. He squeezed firmly and Lucien bit Mundy's shoulder, moaning with an open mouth. Mundy couldn't hold it back anymore and moaned in return. He couldn't see it but Lucien rolled his eyes in bliss under the Aussie's growl.

"I love you, Lu'... I don't know how to say it, but I love you…" 

"Mundy, Mundy, Mundy… I… I cannot get enough of you…" 

Lucien pushed himself up on Mundy's chest and went straight for his lips. The Aussie's hands grasped firmly again and Lucien moaned in his mouth. Mundy drank his song of pleasure like a delicacy and felt his hair fall and brush his face. 

"Love ya…" 

The L made Mundy lap at Lucien's lip. That was all the ex-spy needed. A sign, a clue, an invitation.

He added the French to the kiss.

[blacktotheblueside]

(Ex) Bobby

Summary: you just ready for bobby tah GO!!!! But he fine so you don’t know...

I was an actress that was challenging myself, I was obsessed with Korean dramas and wanted to play a part in one so my management brought me to South Korea around 3 years ago and in those years I was in a few kdramas, movies and in a public relationship with iKon’s one and only bobby. We’re currently broken up and it has just been released by none other than dispatch themselves, I’m sat with my management discussing how I’m gonna be bombarded with questions about my breakup and how I should handle it. I’m in a new drama as the main female lead and I’m going to be doing a ton of interviews he’s bound to be mentioned in a few.

I sigh as my team lay advice and all sorts. I’m very grateful I’ve been given this opportunity to act in Korea, I learnt the language when I first came and been working on it ever since hence why now I get more parts, this is the first time in one of the main characters. I just wanna focus on work but even while we’re broken up bobby still finds a way to be in my life.

~~~~

It’s 4am and my alarm goes off, I have sooo much schedules today. I don’t even try and dose off again like usual, I jump off the bed and get showered before my stylist arrives to dress me for the day...hair dressers, make up artist all that!

I’m dressed in a white baggy tee waiting for *KnockKnockKnock* they’re here.

We went with fresh faced makeup and my curly hair in a sleek low bun. For my outfit I’m wearing black skinny fit trousers and a white see through dress shirt, it’s baggy and it’s hanging off my shoulders teamed with a white bralette, yellow pump heels and yellow studs.

<My Schedule>

Inkigayo actor special mc w/ seo kang jun

Hello counsellor

Happy together foreigners working in korean entrainment

That’s all for today, I’m glad it was all shows where I won’t have to speak about bobby, all fun chatting.

~~~ Inkigayo ~~~

I walk through the corridor to get to my dressing room. I can speak korean but I still get so nervous before a show, I hate messing up! I have to get changed into something less formal, I go with a white dungaree dress with a pink off the shoulder top and pink high top converse. A long glittery chain for a belt and have my curls styled half up in a pony tail and the rest down my back.

I have 10 minutes left so I start making my way to the stage. I say hi at least 100 times on my way no joke, I bump into BTS on the way as the have a new comeback, I remained so calm I’m proud! I see kang Jun and we start chatting, we’ve met before at award shows and other tv shows, he tells me to not be scared and we head out and the crowd cheers!

We finish the show smoothly making me wonder why I was nervous to start with. I say bye to kang Jun and all the acts I see on my way out, bangtan we’re not there so I was a little disappointed I’m a huge fan of them. Next time I guess.

I’ve changed back into my first outfit and I’m on the way to my next schedule... I eat a famous inkigayo sandwich in the car while getting my hair re done and my make up touched up.

~~~ hello counsellor ~~~

I arrive just in time to say hi to all the hosts and guest...we make our way onto the set.

I’m a guest along with jay park and Jeonghan and scoups from svt. The boys show some of there new song. As for me they play a snippet of my new drama. They compliment my Korean a few times and ask about how I came over and started acting here.

Hello counsellor was so fun to shoot I got to role play with jay park on how to overcome an angry wife, I laughed and nearly even cried.

The show ends and I make my way to the car again. I change in the car thank God for tinted windows! I change into dark brown leather skirt and a light brown t shirt tucked in, with khaki sandal heels and earrings. My hair is in a high ponytail with my baby hairs styled (obviously by me)

~~~ happy together ~~~

This is the one I’m more excited for! I’ve always wanted to come on here. I make my way to my dressing room and now I’m already dressed and ready to go I’ve got time to kill, I am going out on a full stomach! I’m on my phone while I’m walking, my Social media all blowing up! I click on twitter to see my mentions all filled with articles of bobby.... curiosity gets the better of me, I see the headline “NETIZENS ARE QUESTIONING WHETHER iKON’S BOBBY AND ACTRESS Y/N ARE REALLY BROKEN UP AFTER BOBBY POSTS PHOTO OF A WOMAN’S SHADOW CAPTIONED WITH Y/N’S MOST FAMOUS LINE.”

I’m in the dressing room and I sit straight down before I fall or even worse get snapped looking at this!

I click the “read more” button and start skimming the article.

The picture is definitely me....what is he doing?! It was when we went on a date late at night near Han river, he snapped my shadow on the floor and the caption written in korean “it’s a butterfly”... omg it was a line from a movie I did, it was one of the highlights of the film as it was the tearjerker.

I don’t have time for this. My manager walks towards me and sits down ‘judging by your face you’ve seen the article.... don’t pay attention! Just go out there and pretend you’ve seen nothing’ he states. I nod slowly and sit there in silence, we broke up like nearly a month ago... why would he post this after not even trying to talk to me. Boys are so weird! I start playing games on my phone to take my mind off this distraction. I look at the time and see if I still have time for a snack bc of nerves, I don’t so I make my way to the couches. I stop and bow to the whole cast and sit on the seat, we’re all making small talk till it starts. In the interview they ask us foreigners about how we first came to Korea, how we learnt the language and first impressions of Korea when we first came. Another black person famous in Korea, Sam from Ghana was there we had so much in common. I laughed so much and we all had so much fun.

We spoke a bit about our work and I explained what my new drama was about and my character. We watched a little snippet again and some bloopers.

‘So y/n we hear you’re now single’ one of the hosts ask. Oh no....ok I’ve got this ‘yeah i am’ I smile acting like this isn’t bothering me at all. ‘Was that your first time dating a korean man?’ I nodded ‘it was’

Oohs and ahhs came from them all ‘so hows it different to guys back home?’ I think for a little bit ‘to be honest there’s not a lot of difference just the language difference I guess’ I say calmly. They nodded in agreement ‘were there any difficulties with the language barrier?’ I sigh to show them how exhausted I was in the beginning ‘oh yes, I couldn’t speak a lot of korean back when we first met. He could speak English though so I was good! But when I met his friends and family....’ I trail off a bit thinking about those times, No focus! ‘I was forced to speak so bit by bit I got better so it was awkward at first but it paid off in the end.... free korean lessons’ i say content with my answer. Sam pipes in ‘oh my I spent so much on korean lessons before I got into my first relationship!’ ‘Should’ve got in a relationship quicker’ I reply. We all laughed at his shocked face.

The show ends with a game where we guess a catchphrase by what the artist is drawing.

After the show me and Sam exchange numbers, he’s too funny to not have as a friend.

~~~~

I’m done for the day, I tell my manager I need food or else I’m going to collapse. We get pizza and fries, they drop me off home and I get undressed and ready for bed. I have a day off tomorrow so I planned to stay up late and watch my favourite shows but I’m exhausted. I hear my phone go off and it’s an unfamiliar number.... I pick up ‘hello?’ I hear breathing and just as I’m about to say hello again ‘hey y/n....’ bobby! After being together for so long I know his voice! After we broke up I blocked his number and got back to work... he probably changed it. ‘Hello?!’ Bobby says trying to see if I’m still there. ‘Bobby... what do you want?’ I get straight to the point, he sighs ‘y/n don’t...please... I just wanna see how you are! I watched you today on inkigayo’ is he being foreal? Calling as if we’re best friends catching up at the end of the day. ‘Bobby is there something you want?’ I’m tired ‘I-‘ I cut him off ‘I saw your Ig post, what was that for?’ I question. All I heard was silence, I had to pull the phone to my face so I could see whether the phone call had disconnected.

‘I wanted to talk to you...’ he started I stayed quiet he takes a deep breath ‘y/n I’m not gonna lie and say that this break up has been easy...’ oh no ‘...it really hasn’t! I just want you to give me...’ here he comes!!! ‘...one more chance’ he said it. I don’t know what to do, of course I still love him but we just to in love... so in love that we were just distracting each other from our jobs. ‘I... don’t think that’s the best option right now b’ I say quietly, I’m angry at him for ignoring me for so long and now he wants to pop up in his own time, when it’s convenient for him. ‘...I’m so busy these days... I don’t think I can handle a boyfriend, an ex at that.... right at this moment’ he sighs again, ‘you don’t think I’m busy too?’ He’s frustrated and quite frankly I don’t care ‘Don’t start with me bobby, you broke up with me, ignored me for how long and NOW you want me back?’ I state the facts to him. He groans ‘I know! And it was stupid of me, I made a dumb decision on impulse... and now I regret it every damn day!’

I re ask him ‘why did you upload that picture?’ ‘Because I wanted you to see it and the whole world to see that I’m not giving up on you, on our relationship! I don’t want anyone else’ my heart flutters a little and I hate him and me for being so weak to his sweet words.

‘I’ll think about it’ I tell him. ‘Don’t run and hide from me y/n!’ He says something I was sure I was gonna do ‘I won’t, I just need some time... this is too much for me’

‘I seen the trailer for your new drama.... I’ve been keeping up with you in the media, I’m proud of you’ I hear his smile through his words. I’ve been keeping up with him too, I won’t tell him that though ‘Thanks’ I whisper. After a few moments of silence ‘I’ll let you get to sleep now.... but don’t forget me, take everything I said into consideration.... I really want you back here with me baby’ omg I just want to forget everything and tell him to come here right this minute but that would be dumb. I just settle for a simple ‘ok’ we exchange good nights and I fall asleep really thinking about what’d it be like if we did get back together or were we better off separated.

Part 2 coming soon (black people timing)

[elialys]

Tentoo x Rose - Homecoming

I completed ‘Calluses’ (what I call my tentoo x rose ‘origin story’) a couple weeks back, already knowing back then that I would write more about these two because I’m having a lot of feels. Actually, most of this was written probably about 12 hours after I finished Calluses. It also happens to take place probably about 6 hours after the end of Calluses. Even though I’n not planning for this series of stories to be necessarily linear but oh well. 

I don’t think it’s necessary for you to have read Calluses to understand this, it’s mostly fluff and smut, but I’ll still encourage you to read the other one first, as it gives more depth to these scenes.

This is dedicated to my own metacrisis Laura (@spazmatazz) who literally gave me the idea for the first half of this fic. The smutty half is all from my brain. You can read this story on [AO3].

(I’m cautiously tagging @doctorroseprompts, because I think this fits with the prompt of new beginnings? I’ve never done this before so let me know if I’m doing it wrong!)

...

HOMECOMING

By the time they make it to her flat, they’re both getting a bit cranky.

Although the flight itself was only a couple hours long, many more hours have passed since they left that hotel in Norway. Lost as they’d been in their little bubble, they’d failed to realise they were coming back at the tail end of an extended weekend…which meant bigger crowds, longer waiting times, and unforeseen flight delays that snowballed into more waiting times as the day progressed.

They sat in that plane for a good hour and a half before it was allowed to take off. Once they touched down at Heathrow, they had to wait another forty-five minutes before being let out of the plane.

Through this whole ordeal, they happened to be seated right across the aisle from a single mother with two extremely unhappy young children.

The Doctor, while initially patient, stopped smiling around Hour Three of their endless commute out of Norway. When he started responding to her in mere grunts instead of actual sentences, Rose stopped trying altogether.

(All that without mentioning the half-an-hour wait to retrieve the damn suitcase, or the fact that they decided to brave the London underground for another forty minutes after they spotted the long taxi queue outside the airport.)

Hence them being a bit cranky by the time they make it to her place, something they’re both trying to conceal from the other with tensed smiles every time they make eye contact, when really, there is no denying how abysmal this has been. Rose is not feeling any better when she lets them inside at last.

Her flat, although decent, is neither big nor homey.

It’s small because that’s all she could afford in London on her Torchwood salary. She knows all she’d have to do is ask to be given a ridiculous amount of money by her ridiculously rich parents, but she’s been determined to be as independent as possible ever since she realised she was going to be stuck here for longer than she thought.

The lack of homey feel is due exclusively to the fact that she’s spent little to no time actually living here in the three-and-half years since she’s moved in. She hadn’t lied to him when she’d said most of her life in this universe had been spent trying to leave it. The place possesses the bare necessities, but little else.

No hint of personal taste, not much in term of comfort, and not a single photograph to be found anywhere.

Rose did not exactly plan on offering him a thorough tour once they arrived, reluctant to let him see how empty she’d let her life become, but she did assume they’d have to go through the basics– here’s the kitchen, here’s the bathroom, here’s the bedroom.

As it turns out, they don’t make it passed the entrance hall – not initially. The moment she turns on the light and his eyes take in her small living room, she knows he won’t need to see much more to make the right connections. His expression, which has been furrowed for the last two hours, somehow becomes graver. When he turns his head and looks down at her, she forces herself not to avert her eyes.

She opens her mouth to say something, defend her lack of a private life, but she can’t come up with  a good lie. Not that she wants to lie to him. She closes her mouth, eventually giving a vague shrug of her shoulder, her cheeks warming up as she drops her eyes to his chest.

She feels his palm upon her flushed cheek, his touch tender yet insistent, the way it always seems to be, pressing to tilt her head up towards him. She follows the movement, leaning against him as he brings his face down to hers, his second hand already coming up and disappearing in her hair.

The moment she lets herself melt into his kiss, she almost feels the tension trickling out of her; judging by the long sigh he soon lets out against her lips, he’s starting to relax a little, too, soon pressing his nose into that small hollow between her jaw and ear.

“Can we agree not to do that again?” He asks in a pained tone, his voice low and warm…so warm against her skin.

She lets out a soundless chuckle, that exhale sounding more tired than she anticipated; now that she’s relaxing, she’s starting to feel the strain of their journey – not just the last six hours of it. They haven’t exactly been sleeping that much these past few days.

“No more kissing?” She cannot help but ask, a teasing note in her tired voice. He answers by gently biting down on the sensitive skin of her neck, and she almost purrs, her toes curling in her shoes as her fingers curl in his hair. “Fine, no more planes for now. ‘t was rather terrible.”

“Mmm…” he hums against her pulsing point. “Your ruthless No-Touching policy did not help either. It would have made that fourth hour so much more bearable.”

She smiles lazily, eyes still closed, comforted by the sound of his voice and the feel of his breath, trailing down her neck. “I might’ve to reconsider things a little…” she breathes out sleepily.

She doesn’t immediately notice that he’s stopped the slow decent upon her neck, too warm and relaxed now to mind this small change.

“Rose?”

She reopens her eyes; she’s a lot more slumped against him than she remembers being, having apparently started to…doze off, too. She blinks up at him, forcing her gaze to refocus. “Sorry. You were sayin’?”

He’s scowling a little, but there is genuine tenderness in his gaze. “Not much. Conversation wasn’t exactly on my mind.” His hand is back on her cheek, his thumb trailing her skin. “To be honest, what I do have in mind would be a lot more fun with you awake.”

“I am awake,” she protests just as her body betrays her, letting out a long yawn.

She doesn’t resist when he pulls her to him, letting herself rest heavily against his chest; she buries her whole face into his jumper, drowning her lungs with the smell of him.

“Bedroom?” he whispers in her ear, and she reluctantly unwraps an arm from around him to wave a hand in the general direction of her room.

He’s moving, then, and she has no other choice but to follow, still heavily leaning against him as they make their way through her small flat, stirring them in the right direction. By the time they reach her room, the big of her sleepiness has passed.

“I’m gonna wash up a little,” she tells him, her chin on his shoulder. “Should wake me up enough for whatever you feel like doing.”

“I’ve never felt more seduced,” he replies, pressing a small kiss to the tip of her nose, and she offers him half a grin, her tongue briefly poking between her teeth.

She escapes his warmth as one would tear off a bandaid – swiftly, and in one go, stepping away from him and walking to the bathroom’s door. When she turns to look at him, he’s already sat down on her bed, looking up at her with tired, miserable eyes.

“Two minutes top,” she promises with a small shake of her head and an amused smile. “Make yourself comfortable,” she wriggles an eyebrow at him, well aware that in his vocabulary, it probably means his clothes are not going to stay on for long.

She’s quick to wash up, a little more than two minutes, a little less than five. She becomes so lost in her thoughts as she changes into her sleeping attire, already thinking about everything they’ll have to do in the upcoming days, that she doesn’t realise how…quiet it is until she’s about ready to leave the bathroom. A ridiculous amount of scenarios pop into her head, wondering what he might be up to out there; somehow, the thought that he might have simply fallen asleep does not even cross her mind.

And yet...

Lying in the middle of her queen bed in some weird, inexplicable angle, half on his side, half on his stomach, the Doctor is fast asleep.

Rose spends an indefinite amount of time watching him, her temple pressed to the doorjamb, before she forces herself to move. He’s surprisingly not naked, only having managed to take off his shoes and the one sock, before he’d succumbed to that ruthless wave of exhaustion that had hit her, back in the entrance hall.

She moves swiftly and quietly, pulling the curtains closed first, before focusing on him. She gently extracts his glasses from the front of his jumper, digging into both his back pockets to extract his screwdriver and psychic paper. She spends some time sitting at the edge of her bed, after that, slowly running her fingers through his thick hair, allowing herself a minute (or five) to feel overwhelmed with incredulity and gratitude at her current situation. As always, it is a bittersweet emotion, never quite able not to think about her other Doctor, and the sacrifice he had to make.

Rose doesn’t allow herself to wallow; not anymore, and definitely not right now. She sets upon joining him onto the bed instead, which is easier said than done.

She find herself thanking all her years of gymnastic as she wriggles her way into his arms, unwilling to wake him up from his slumber, just as reluctant to try sleeping out of his embrace. After some trials and errors, and a few unavoidable shifts of his limbs, she’s managed to slip between his arms, her back to his chest. When she gives one last wriggle of her hips to bring their bodies closer, he startles awake behind her. He tenses for a moment, his inhale loud and somewhat panicked.

It doesn’t last.

As soon as he realises where he is, and with whom, his entire body relaxes behind hers, and he breathes out long and deep against her nape. When he moves, she moves with him, allowing him to wrap himself more securely around her.

One of his legs come across hers and he pulls her to him, finding her fingers and intertwining them close to her heart. He nestles his face into the curve between her shoulder and neck, his nose briefly nuzzling her skin, before he settles down, his warm exhales already lulling her to sleep.

…

Rose is first stirred from deep sleep when his entire body tightens around hers and he gulps for air again.

She awakes to the sensation of his arms squeezing her firmly to him, her back pinned to his chest, their joined hands now pressed tightly to her sternum, nearly to the point of discomfort. She doesn’t move, letting him take comfort in the feel of her, more pained by his loud, quivery breaths against her neck and what might be causing his distress than she is by his too-strong hold.

When she does move, eventually, freeing her hand from his grip, she reaches behind her, weaving her fingers through his slightly damp hair, her touch slow, and soothing. Her caress helps him calm down, his inhales and exhales  deepening as seconds, then minutes pass.

His hold on her begins to relax, too…until she changes the way her fingers move, using her nails rather than the pad of her fingers to graze his scalp. The Doctor shudders strongly against her back, his entire frame instantly tightening again.

She doesn’t remain motionless, this time, opposing some resistance to his hold, needing to face him, to reach more of him. He quickly picks up on her cues, letting her turn in his arms; he remains as compliant when she continues to push, until he’s rolling onto his back, and she comes to straddle his hips, half-leaning over him, both forearms upon his chest.

Their eyes meet in the bluish light of a fast approaching dawn, and she sees in his gaze a reflection of all these emotions she feels, bubbling so close to the surface. Lust, although present, is not what dominates in his eyes.

“You all right?” She murmurs, her nails gently scratching his few days old beard.

He swallows hard, but gives a small nod of his head, before both his hands come up to her face, tenderly clearing it off, pushing back messy strands of hair. His fingers remain buried in it as he gently pulls her down, until her forehead comes to rest upon his, and she shifts slightly upon him, her own fingers curling in his hair. The first meeting of their lips is soft, and loving.

It doesn’t remain that way for long.

His hands come down, both his arms encircling her to press her more securely to him even as Rose begins to move, prompting a reciprocal rolling of their hips. It slowly gains in momentum, until she’s swallowing his moan, his fingertips digging into her sides.

When she straightens up a little, his fingers release her to grab the hem of her shirt; she raises her arms, wordlessly encouraging him, and he swiftly pulls the garment over her head. Having already discarded of her trousers and bra before she’d wiggled her way into his arms, the removal of her shirt leaves her in nothing more than her underpants, while he remains fully dressed beneath her.

She almost speaks again, half-tempted to tease him about his terrible state of non-nakedness…until she gets caught in his gaze. His eyes have completed a swift, appreciative overview of the sight offered to him, and somehow, entrapped in the heat of his gaze, the desire to banter with him dissipates entirely.

She craves the feel of his hands on her instead, longs to feel his breath upon her flushed skin.

It must have shown, because he’s pulling himself up, then, his face soon pressed between her breasts, both his palms and all ten of his fingers splayed upon her thighs, digging once more into muscles and flesh. She buries her fingers and nose into his hair, keeping him close to her as her head swims with his intoxicating scent and the sheer feel of him, as entranced by his silent intensity as she was on their first night together.

His hands move over her backside, sliding beneath the fabric of her underpants, squeezing to bring her flush against him as his tongue and lips move, too, capturing her nipple into wet heat, eliciting hot sparks of pleasure that shoot down and pool deep within. She ripples into him as a low moan escapes her; although quiet, the sound seems loud in the otherwise silent room.

It spurs him on, his mouth briefly releasing her to graze his prickly cheek across the oversensitive skin of her chest, before giving all of his attention to her other breast. Even as she sinks deeper into the feel of him, already slave to that throbbing need within her, Rose becomes increasingly aware of the roughness of his clothes against her skin, longing to feel him, all of him.

The Doctor could have happily spent the next hour or two carrying on doing what he’s doing, enjoying this quite a bit, especially the fact that Rose is more than responsive to it. He’s forced to stop rather abruptly when she grabs both his shirt and jumper and forcefully drags them upward, soon pulling them over his head with unmistakable impatience.

A shift has occurred in her, changing their slow, lazy build-up into something more urgent.

He shudders almost violently as the cool air meets his flushed skin, every inch of it now covered in goose bumps. The chill doesn’t last long, as Rose swiftly wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him with a fervour that would be quite enough to chase the cold away on its own. She does much more than that, though, pinning herself to him as she deepens the kiss, seeking him, and he groans at the soft feel of her breasts, pressed so tightly against him. His jeans have become uncomfortably constricted, almost to the point of pain; that ache regularly fades, his every nerve prickling with hot pleasure every time she rolls into him.

When even that delicious friction isn’t enough to lessen his discomfort anymore, he tightens his hold on her hips in a silent request, hissing softly against her lips. She stops her movements, pulling away to look at him. Still, they don’t speak, Rose reading everything she needs to know in his eyes and the constricted look on his face. She pushes lightly on his chest, until he lets himself fall back upon the mattress.

She frees him of his jeans and boxer wonderfully fast, with barely any help from him at all, discarding of her last piece of clothing just as swiftly, so that the next time she slithers upon him, there is nothing between them but flesh and skin and heated air. Their bodies come together in yearning, their kissing somewhat frantic, now. She’s everywhere and everything, soft, hot, supple, and all his, all because of him, his fingers between her legs drawing long notes out of her that echo through the night as she shivers and burns against him, so that when she guides him inside of her, the sound they both let out resemble a sigh more than a moan.

She clings to him so tightly, keeping him pressed to the bed with her entire body as she moves, creating exactly the kind of friction she needs, judging by her raspy moans or the way her nails sink into his scalp. He lets her set the pace, swift, deep, and steady, content to let her carry him forth – unable to do much else to be quite honest.

The mere feel of her, surrounding him so completely, is enough to send him spiralling up and up and up with each strong sway of her body upon his, each meeting of their hips, pinning her tighter to him with his palms on her lower back to increase that pressure she’s chasing so desperately, her breath scorching hot upon his parted lips.

She comes faster than neither of them anticipated, gasping his name as she does so, before the sound dissolves into a long moan, her every muscle pulsating around him, clinging onto him with so much force that he might have felt pain…hadn’t he been caught up in her wave, her rushing pleasure triggering his own.

The Doctor keeps her close, afterwards, none of them moving much at all, her body deliciously heavy upon his, her face upon his face, his fingertips tracing symbols into the curve of her cooling back. When she does move, eventually, she brings her face to his neck, pressing a soft, lingering kiss upon his pulsing point, before breathing him in, slowly, deeply, until he’s humming his contentment, the sound reverberating through her.

She’s moving again, then, her breath so close to his ear, causing a familiar shiver to run down the length of his body.

“Welcome home,” Rose murmurs.

His laughter is soft, and low, and a little bit choked up, tightening his hold on her as he shifts, just enough for his lips to brush her forehead.

“Welcome home,” the Doctor reciprocates upon her skin, having forced the quiet words passed the lump in his throat.

They don’t speak at all, after that.

They really don’t need to.

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OOh - tell me some of your headcannons for the egos?

Ohhh man oh man oh man- which one do i even start with..

I have a load of different HCS that fit certain different spins of how the egos are depending on one what kinda universe they are apart of..

For example, I have one about JJ- Where he was actually made mute by Shawn, except Shawn while his body was puppeted by the ink demon creature that resides within him. (Ive even RP’d a thing with a friend where Shawn’s ink counterpart forced ink into JJ and JJ ended up having his own alter ink persona called Cole.) 

JJ is a bartender- and hes suuuper good at knowing exactly what someone will enjoy as a drink, call it a superpower, he hardly ever goes wrong when asked what he suggests they’d like.   

(Also he has a pocket watch which contains the soul of an old man called Horace who likes to try and provide old man advice to the lad.) 

And although hes a timey fellow, I actually HC’d his ablity would to be to control liquids, his veins in his wrists glow when he does it, its very fancy (and extremely pretty when he can make creatures out of water dance on the surface of the lake)  However over use leads to him suffering an experience of drowning which can be rather dangerous and awfully scary. 

JJ also has a huge fear of knives.

Also I picture him having silver tipped hair, which is just a touch long and flops in his eyes occasionally.

JJ Also suffers malnutrition because of his sore vocal cords/throat. It can be  struggle to get him to eat!. (Did i mention I cannon him as selectively /half mute because he can still talk but its raspy and hurts to do so ? ^^’ ) 

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Jackie

Jackie!! my ladd. Hes a great guy, buff, charming, super big sweetheart too. 

He runs a couple of jobs, depending on where hes at which include: a comic book shop, a gym, or just sneakily hiding in plain sight as a gas station convenience store clerk. 

I HC that his eyes are actually a blue tinted lilac, and glow gold.

He has a red patch in his hair!

Hes v v fast, and buff.

I also had this whole thing about him being able to create glowing golden orbs and if he makes enough of them he can basically make a clone out of orbs, and they copy what he does!

However, I’ve also always adored Phionex! Jackie, who lost his wings and desperately wants to grow them back but despite being reborn from ash they seem to still refuse to resprout. 

Because of  his inhuman nature, he runs really fucking warm! so hes like a human heater.

He gives real good advice, and the bestest fuckin hugs. 

Also for some reason whenever I write him speaking he has a bit of southern in him?

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Robbie

Robbie. Is the softest of lads, he drowns in his sweaters, and as a few autistic traits. Not a fan of big loud noises and crowds and loves soft things to nuzzle up against. Also big oral fixation, boi needs some chew toys.  Hes a good lad, eager to help out and be around the other egos, but also quite the quiet type and happy to sit around at home in his piles of blankets.

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Chase

I totally HC that Chase suffers from Chronic fatigue, which is part of why his depression got so bad and that he tries his best to make use of his energy. Poor guy can get real tuckered out when he pushes himself too hard.

He's always kept the lime green mess on the top of his head, though sometimes it gets more yellow then he means for it to get. 

He has a tattoo dedicated to his kids hidden under his sleeve on his upper arm/shoulder. It's of some cool triangles. One in red for his son, one in purple for his daughter.

He does really well trying to maintain his bro average channel.

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Anti

I kinda have a couple views on Anti, since I love cold asshole murder, and also the possibility of ships with a slightly more misunderstood but softer guy.

Hes got static blue eyes, that you’ll only see if hes being vulnerable or super tired that he cant maintain the scary green glow. 

I have a HC that hes actually a missing part of Jacks soul, hence why he feels so unstable, incomplete and sad. Hes missing all the good bits that Sean has, and is left with a cold fragment of what he could really be.

However he has, and does murder. Though he attempts to murder those who have actually done wrong. 

Very sassy and snappy. Takes alot to get to get to who he actually is.

On the other hand he can just be a fucking ruthless torturer and crazy sadistic asshole who has it out for nearly everyone! 

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Angus!

Survival hunter. Weird accent mix of Australian and Irish. Uses 'mate' 'oi' 'bag a few of them' 

Has a trusty machette. And an epic bow which he's p good at using. Large knowledge of trees and animals and survival.

Wears alot of camo/brown stuff. Loads of pockets. Pocket knife/multitool Hair usually slicked back or messy.

Finger less gloves! Oceany more greeny pale eyes. Totally has some cool studs in his ears- maybe a little wolf fang in the side or something.  Beard more like is soft and fuller and well maintained.

 Freckles??? sunspots?? yes. Also toned n tanned Def has scars. On his neck, over his cheek and right eye. Plenty on his hands from burns and stings. Has some nasty ones on his ankle on his right foot from accidentally encountering a rouge set up bear trap- nearly lost his foot. Because of that theres sometimes a faint limp that's only kinda there when hes sick/tired.

Obviously wears boots.

Eats alot of trail mix.Loves his meat tho.

Also partakes in Woodcarving !!

Sometimes rather foolishly ignores when hes hurt.

Lost his right leg from the knee down to an awful incident with a hippo Has a prosthetic leg. 

Also lost from his elbow down his forearm n hand to a Wedingo.

if he were to have a Home it would basically be a sanctuary. Like a huge property out of the way and secluded.. Nice and private. 

HE HAS A St. Bernard. Big puppo-  Called Baloo.

He grows some cool ass rare flowers, some homegrown vegtables n berries. Maybe even a cashew tree/apple tree. Plenty of shade but also fresh air. 

He has solar panels too so hes basically not needing anyone asides the trip to the shop for like basics he cant acquire like soaps n milk n stuff.

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Blank  

My fucking. Boi. 

Fricking soft boy, his aura is hard to control and sometimes controls him.

He has a rare heart issue which makes him prone to fainting and collapsing without much warning.  Still, he tries.

He mumbles an awful lot, and has boughts where his aura ges really bad and he numbs out..(Usually in the corner of his room, everything dark, and loads of errie whispers..) 

His aura can manifest into dead vines. He can also absorb other auras so they cant affect him/others!

Sometimes stray petals end up in his hair.

He’s truly trying to be a good lad, hes just a bit odd and misguided. He worries he’ll turn into a monster.

He fucking loves the moves Finding Nemo, and Finding Dory, because he can be very forgetful too.

Honestly, fav boi, should write more for him i just l ove him alot okay. 

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KOTS

Personally, I HC that the KOTS is actually called Simon. Occasionally i like to picture him with both ears and tail, but generally hes just a guy in glasses in a red sweater who is generally a little skittish and usually quite frazzled.  However he actually isnt all that dumb, and has quite an extensive knowledge on the forests flora and fauna. 

I did have a really mean HC that hes actually allergic to PB, but only in the sense that it upsets his tum, so like a lactose intolerant person, he eats it and regrets that later.

Also, he has a really nice hanging egg nest thing thats really cushioned and he loves to curl up and sleep there with a nice book.

He’s got really pretty amber eyes too!!

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Edward!!

He fucking loves space!! and Secretly also is not that bad at painting. It's a soothing thing to do in his downtime. 

His favourite treat is anything with white chocolate and raspberry. 

Also, I quite adore my HC that he loses an arm- Either because of upsetting the heads of the household (Dark/Wilford) or because of a house fire. 

(Also this isnt the place to mention it but I did once get excited about the idea of a Google/Edward fusion called Edware.) 

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Yandere  

Nonbinary somewhat MTF.  

They’re a real cutie. but they will punch dickheads without sweat and really just want someone to be their senpai and let them fall for them head over heels without running away..

They have an epic pink katana. Obviously a huge love for japan and its culture and stuff. 

Quite obsessive, but it usually only endangers them for falling so hard that they hurt themselves trying to please their Senpai and beat themselves up over not being worthy or good enough for them when they dont get affection back or end up rejected. 

Also yeah theyre into blood a little bit >.> 

I kinda love the idea of shipping them with Bim and helping him get a supply of ‘meat’ in return Bim gives plenty of affections to satisfy Yans starved nature.

[sithlordintraining]

My Dancing Doll [UPDATED]

A/N: Me, the last person who should make a new series when I have 6-7 more chapters of SNA, and God knows how many between TMM and KotN. But here’s a story since I’m starting to regret not going to an HBCU. It’s written for Ben since I did one for Kylo last time and KotN has Matt Feedback is much appreciated, let me know if I should continue. please. IT’S UPDATED AND IT’S BETTER! IT WON’T BE A SERIES JUST A NICE LONG ONE SHOT.

Basically based on this and one of my fave SU Dolls, Ms. Kayla Pittman

“So like that show Bring It?” Ben asked. A chuckle emitted over the phone. “Yes, but not exactly.” Y/N, his best friend told him. “I still can’t believe you moved all the way to Louisiana.” A pout formed on his lips. You chuckled once again: “You’re so dramatic, you choose to move away also, Mr. Harvard.” Ben just rolled his eyes. You two were inseparable and he never thought that even college would pull you guys apart, even if you called or face timed every Sunday, and practically text each other every day. It wasn’t the same for Ben. Hence him flying to Louisiana to pick you up for Thanksgiving so you guys can come home together. So why not invite him to one of your shows. “I can’t believe you’re a dancing doll.” He teased. “Oh my Gosh Ben, it’s not even like that you’ll see and then you’re going to want to come down all the time.” You were a Southern University Dancing Doll, it meant so much to be a part one of the nations most prestigious and famous dance teams. So what was the best way to explain to your rhythmically challenged friend than to make him watch Bring It? “Alright, alright,” Ben huffed. “Well, I can’t wait to see you Dancing Doll.” You let him off the hook with that tease. “Bye Ben, see you next week.”

It was so damn hot in New Orleans, Ben wanted to peel off all his skin. “Jesus Christ,” He wiped the sweat that formed on his forehead. Looking at his phone he had three hours to spare before meeting you, so he would go to the hotel, wash up, and get his ticket from you. But boy did this heat have other plans for him. Settling into his hotel after a nice refreshing shower, the chill from the air conditioner knocked Ben right out. If it wasn’t for the maid’s cart ramming into the wall outside, Ben didn’t know how he would’ve awakened. With sleepy eyes, he looked at his phone was your face illuminated alerting him he had a call. “Hello?” He groggily answered. “Ben, what the fuck are you doing? You’re supposed to be meeting me to get the ticket!” You continued to yell at him, even though you were trying to keep your calm. “M’sorry, shit, shit, shit.” He cursed as he flopped around his room to get himself together. Holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder he listened to you just go off about calling him seventeen times and thirty-six text and being so worried something happened. “Relax, relax sweetheart.” Ben interrupted. “I’ll be there, everything will be fine and focus on your practice. I’ll see you soon, forehead kiss.” He said and you huffed in annoyance. “Forehead kiss,” You grumbled. Every time after you would calm Ben down from his ridiculous tantrums, you would give him a forehead kiss, and vice versa. So now, since you guys were so far apart, the friends just decided to say it. “Alright bye,” He hung up.

The drive to the Superdome was hell! He knew he was definitely going to get cursed out by you. Maybe God had pitied Ben and decided that whatever Y/N had in store for him was far worse and the least he could do was get him there on time. Y/N HATED being late and one of Ben’s famous trait was being late; how’d they become friends, they still don’t know. In her text, she had given Ben directions to sneak in the back where the band was to give him his ticket. He followed it intently, through the sounds of Lil Wayne and Beyonce and the smell of barbecue before he found his destination with a sea of gold and blue. Throughout all the commotion, he could make out specks of jaguar print and he guessed that’s where you would be. He found himself correct as he saw your head popped up. He froze just staring at you because...damn. You looked good. Like yeah, you’re a beautiful girl. But, like damn it had to be a crime for you to look so mature, so...sexy. Your eyes met his and he gulped because even though you were shooting daggers at him, it was so hot. Ben watched his friend saunter over in her gold dance heels and jaguar-spotted cape and he swore he could watch you do that all day. “Ben, it took you long enough!” She said but all Ben could do was open his mouth as he accepted the ticket. He couldn’t stop staring at the way your (y/h/c) curls framed your face giving you that old Hollywood pin-up girl look, the way your black eyeliner winged to give you a mischievous look, while your red lips just played games with his mind. He didn’t realize he was just staring at you until you walked away. “Hey, Hi, Hi,” Ben pulled you into a hug, which confused you. Did he not listen to anything you had just said. “Hi,” You smiled sweetly, which had his brain turning to mush. “I have to go, I have to march in, and I’m already not supposed to be here.” You told him. “But, I want to watch you march in.” Ben put on his best puppy eyes, but it didn’t work. “Ben, stop it. I got you a good seat, now go! You’ll see me from there.” With a sigh, he accepted his defeat and watch you walk away to join your group. He began to shuffle along when he turned back to see you all taking a picture. Your eyes fell on him and you sent a wink his way with a flirtatious smile. Did you just do that or was his mind playing crazy tricks on him?

Ben briskly walked to find his seat in the large stadium with you running and doing other things in his mind. “Shit,” He mumbled under his breath. Never did he ever think he would feel this way about you, Y/N, his best friend. Slumping in his seat, he sighed trying to find the best excuse as to why he was feeling this way. It was just primitive hormonal instinct, he declared. Basic cavemen theory: see pretty lady, mate with pretty lady. Ben shook his head, he didn’t want to mate with you, he’s known you since you were twelve! Even though, everyone spoke about how cute your kids would be. A smile slowly fell to his lips at the thought until the rumble of drums pulled him out of his thoughts as Southern University began to emerge. On the large screen, he could see, who he guessed, was the captain and her somewhat stuck-up expression before panning out to show the others. His brown eyes widened when he saw their outfit. My God they all looked naked! There was no way in hell your dad knew about this, there was no way in hell any of their dads knew about this! It was a bodysuit that looked made it look like they had on silver sequin panties and a large bedazzled fleur de lis covering their torso. The captain began to throw a stand that maneuvered the group out. His eyes frantically searched for you, not knowing if he really wanted to see you or just wanted to see you in that. He groaned, falling into his seat as the crowd stood obscuring his view of you. Through his woes, he glanced to see that they had made it to the stands, doing one last count before sitting down one by one. He watched the screen intently as he still hadn’t seen you. People had begun to sit down so he had a very clear vision. Ben watched Y/N slowly guide her gloved hands down her body, back arching almost inhumanely, as she slowly rolled into a seated position. All the while maintaining eye contact with the camera before a little smirk fell to your lips, causing the crowd to rave at the newcomer who was very much living up to the expectation as the tail. Ben was heated, internally and externally. You basically just eye-fucked a whole stadium, who the fuck does that? Clearly you but, it was the look you had just given him! His brows knitted together as he clenched his fist. He wasn’t mad, is what he told himself. And it was true, he wasn’t mad, he was jealous.

Nor could he concentrate on the game as his eyes kept wandering back to you. The way you were perched up like a pretty Barbie doll or laugh at your friends jokes or make faces at the games. Ben couldn’t just stop watching you, it was as if he was a scientist studying cells or a painter and his muse. With every stand that was thrown, your movements were smooth and effortless. “A true doll,” He had heard someone say. A lot of people had taken interest in you, saying that you were “a perfect pick for the team” that “fit in with the seasoned dolls” and “is able to keep up and still having your own style.” Ben couldn’t help but smile at the compliments that filled his area about you. Plenty of times he wanted to turn and say that the girl they all deemed “Lil’ KP” was his best friend. In a brief moment, your eyes fell over to his section and Ben believed that even from afar you were staring into his soul. A blush began to cover his face at just the thought of you possibly thinking of him the way he recently discovered he thought about you. Simultaneously, a smile graced your lips that had believing that the universe was clearly messing with him. He growled in annoyance as he got up and made his way to the exit. Even though he was outside, he needed some nice, fresh, air-conditioned air. Sitting at one of the concession stands sitting area with the palms of his hands pressed against his eyes. Why was it now that everything had to be like this? Maybe that feeling was always there and you were always there and he found contentment in that. But now, you were miles away in Louisiana, wearing sequins all over your rolling body, with guys who didn’t know how great you are and deserved to be spoiled with food, presents, love, and attention. Much time passed before he decided to go back in. He observed that bands had left and it was much darker. Had he missed the whole game? “Umm, is it over?” He asked a random person. “No Baby, it’s halftime!” The man exclaimed. “They just getting started!” Bidding him thanks he made his way to the seat.

His mind was easily taken off you for a brief moment as he watched Grambling State take over the field. He couldn’t help but think of the big differences between this and the one at Harvard. Now, he knew what they meant by ‘come for the game, stay for halftime’. As his eyes roamed around the illuminated arena, he could definitely see there were more people than there were the first half. The field was clear and the crowd went mad anticipating for what Southern University would bring. The field was clear and the crowd went mad anticipating for what Southern University would bring. The band stepped foot loud and clear onto the field. Ben watched in confusion and amusement because this was far from what he saw at Harvard. The band leader who looked like he could be a British guard hyped the crowd as he flung his body over the field with high kicks and bending backward to land on his hat. The whole look was just enticing and he was impressed at the band's clarity, flow, and how they could execute movements while playing the instruments. Harvard could never. Maybe he should go to HBCU and be that one random white boy. He shook his head; he was pretty sure that he would at least have to have some type of rhythm and Ben could positively admit that after a while, his claps would fall offbeat. “And now ladies and gentlemen put your hands together for the classy, the beautiful Southern University Dancing Dolls!” The girls emerged from the field in a high-cut jaguar printed leotard with a sequined collar choker. “Again with these bodysuits!” Ben grumbled as it took his eyes to adjust to the fast movements that made it harder to find you. “YASSSS LIL’ KP!” The girls next to him screamed. Looking to the far left, he saw your mesmerizing smile. With every kick, turn, and jump he saw those facial expressions that were etched in his mind since the sixth grade. He was so happy for you achieving one of your many dreams and felt so proud to call you his best friend. Keyword: his.

And if you weren’t already killing him with the costumes, after halftime the dancers changed into a more revealing two-piece blue number with sequins and a feathered skirt aka belt because when you bent over he could see how perfect your as-. Ben shook his head, he shouldn’t be checking out his best friend like that. If the outfit wasn’t enough the band was playing songs that called for more sultry movements and once again you were eye-fucking the stadium. Granted you were just being an entertainer, he couldn’t deny that he wanted you to look at him with that look and only him. But what could he say? What would he do? He couldn’t just walk up to you and say “Hey Y/N I think I’m in love with you and I want to be with you forever.” He cringed just thinking how awkward it would be. With a deep sigh, he continued his new hobby: Y/N-watching. You looked so good in each costume, but this one had to be his favorite he pervertedly admitted to himself. Ben had to decide if he would stay quiet or say something.

The game was over and the score was forgotten as he followed the true fans to the back to watch the band march out. And there you were in all your glitter and blue feathers with a tired but very bright smile. With a tightening feeling in his chest, a somber feeling washed over him. How had he overlooked you? Yes, it was cliche to fall for a best friend. But, you were talented, funny, good-looking, intelligent, had a great personality, literally cared about him and cared enough about him to put him in his place. It made him sad that you were always there and he’d only seen you as a best friend. But had he? Thinking back, you were always the first person he wanted to tell good news to, the person he went to to make him feel better, the only person that could tease him to days end without making him mad, the last voice he wanted to hear at night, the sight he wanted to see in every class period, his date for every formal event, basically just always by his side. It was always you. Throughout his internal dialogue, he had missed your smiling face make your way towards him. “BEN!” You jumped and he caught you quickly, arms wrapping tightly around your exposed center. His fingers gently dug into the soft skin causing you to giggle and squirm out of his grip which had him wanting to pull you back in. “Did you like it? Did you enjoy the show?” Y/N asked. “Of course I did, it’s way better than mine. You might have to go up to Cambridge and show them a few things about a halftime show.” Your sweet laugh fell passed through your red lips leaving Ben in a haze. “Did you see me?” Her eyes gleamed up at him as his lips tugged before speaking. “Did I see you? Sweetheart I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You were so beautiful and graceful. Y/N you have to be the most perfect person I’ve ever met.” As Ben began to talk, you slowly started to realize it wasn’t about your dancing, it was about you. “Everything you do is so effortless, even on your bad day, you make it look like a walk in the park. The way you carry yourself is so captivating, just to be in your presence is an honor. And the fact that you always chose me to grace it with just, I mean, I just.” Your smile had faded into a confused frown. “What are you trying to say, Ben?” Your words were slow and calculated, at least that’s how he processed it. “What I’m trying to say is, well, I,” He stammered before throwing all caution to the wind. “Oh fuck it!” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a long-awaited kiss. Everyone cheered and the band began to play ‘Ebony & Ivory’. You pulled away quite embarrassed, hiding your smile in his chest. Deep down you always thought you felt something more for Ben, but you thought of it as just the progression of friendship. But that kiss definitely proved you wrong! “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. Lifting your head, you smiled: “It’s ok, but you still owe me a date.” “I know and we have whole two hours for that.” He chuckled.

Bonus:

“You will not take me on a date on a plane!”

“Think of it as part one.”

“What’s part two?”

“Dinner.”

“Oh hell no, don’t think you can use our families dinner as a date!”

P.s.:  Feedback is much appreciated, let me know if I should continue, please. LAZINESS AT IT’S FINEST RIGHT HERE!

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Took My Heart and Run

Katara makes an escape to the Fire Nation Capital after her marriage of ten years crumbles. Older Katara/Younger Zuko. 

Staring at the fire place in front of her, Katara contemplated the situation that took place only hours ago. She frowned deeply, shifting her high heels against the glass shattered all over the living floor of her lavish apartment. Every expensive material in that place was either burned, ripped or smashed to pieces. It was the last straw after catching Jet, once again, screwing another woman in their bed. 

The man made her sick to her stomach and what was worse is that she let it go on for almost ten years. After taking him into her home when he had nothing to his name, was treated like royalty-burning a hole in her pocket from her hard earned money- and going as far as to marry him despite his demeaning personality, he still cheated on her. 

Having enough of wasting another moment of her life sulking over her sorry excuse of a marriage, Katara concluded it was high time she get something out of her remaining youth. And by La, she was only thirty-five but still had the body of a twenty year old goddess. Jumping to her feet, Katara strode into her and her husband’s bedroom, pulling out a suitcase and carelessly throwing whatever she could find into it. Katara threw on her trench coat, shutting the suffocated suitcase aggressively before rolling it towards the front door. 

She caught sight of something shiny on the small stand in the hallway leading to the apartment’s front door. She snatched it, observing the platinum watch she had purchased for Jet on their last anniversary and smashed it to the ground. Katara lifted her foot and crushed it with her heel.

It was cold around this time of the year in the Earth Kingdom and the bitter woman made her way to someplace warm.

Katara wasn’t who you would call party social. Her life evolved around work. Being a fashion designer gave her no room to get to know people outside of business. That’s why her relationship with Jet emerged with little caution on her part, She thought it would be easy in a world where her career was taking off and it was nice to have someone to support her. In all her years she never stepped foot inside a club. Always dismissing it as a place where desperate and sad people gathered to find what they failed to get in reality.

But those shallow thoughts fell to the back of her mind as Katara swayed her hips to the music playing. Her dark navy blue, long sleeve elastic cotton bandage dress that criss-crossed over her chest and around her midriff that tied into a bow around her back caught the attention of the bystanders as they eyed her movements. She may have been past the age for clubbing but she was in need of a good distraction and she had denied herself this much when she gave herself to that selfish man. Hence, her reasoning for escaping to the Fire Nation Capital for a much needed vacation.

She flipped her long, curly hair, circling her hips in a seductive motion, caring less what others thought of her the moment. Several men approached her but she avoided them slyly, giving them little attention as she moved on to drift into her own little world. For tonight she’ll pretend that nothing but her and the music existed. 

After the third song she danced to ended, Katara figured it was time to rest and walked to the bar to request a cup of ice water. The later it got, the more crowded the facility became. The people were becoming rowdy and she considered it was probably best to call it a night since she had plans for the next day. She had released enough pent up anger.

Katara made her way through the crowd so she could grab her sweater from the rack room and nearly fell over when she bumped hard into another person. A strong arm wrapped around her waist in time and lifted her back on her feet. “Woah! You okay?“ Her savior yelled over the music.

“Yeah…” she said, uncertain.

“Dude?” He pointed to the man that bumped into Katara.

The man shrugged, unaware of her running into him. “My bad. Didn‘t see her, bro.“ And with that he walked off. 

“Dick…” her savior mumbled, “You sure you’re all right, miss?”

Miss? Did she really look that old? “It’s kind of rude to call a woman m-” Her words died on her tongue as she finally took a look at the young man who still had his arm wrapped around her waist. He was a head taller than her, dressed in a red flannel shirt rolled up to his forearms, fitted jeans with tears and a pair of black boots that went to his mid calf. Her eyes flickered to his scar but averted them quickly as to not be rude. She blushed like a teenage girl. He was extremely good looking. But also a lot younger than her. His shocked expression turned into a sly smirk when he noticed her blush.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he offered.

Katara’s scanned her surroundings unsure if the young man was talking to her. 

“Name’s Zuko.” He slid his arm from around her waist and lifted a hand to shake hers.

“Uh, Katara.” She clasped his hand and suddenly she was pulled against his chest. She was shocked at how forward he was being and almost shoved him off her until she noticed the stumbling, drunk couple behind her. “Th-Thanks again.”

“I take it you’re not much for going to clubs.” He mused.

Katara shook her head quickly, not knowing how to respond. 

“Can I still buy you that drink?”

“Uh, actually I don’t drink. Sorry.”

“It doesn’t have to be alcoholic.” Zuko smiled.

Katara’s eyes widened. “What are you suggesting?”

“Coffee. Tea, maybe?”

“Now?” 

Zuko leaned over, hands in the pocket of his jeans, “Whenever you’d like.” He whispered smoothly in her ear.

Katara’s knees almost buckled and she had to shut her thighs tight to sustain the ache creeping between them. “Sorry to say this,” she croaked, slightly frustrated that she was losing confidence in her voice. “but you’re too young for me.”

He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “What are you, twenty-six?”

“Thirty-five.” she corrected.

“Look, I’m twenty-one not twelve, so it’s not like you’re offering me candy and leading me back to your van. You don’t have to look so guilty for flirting with me.”

“I-We’re flirting?”

“Are we?” He raised his good brow.

“And my age means nothing to you?”

“Does mine mean anything to you? I find you attractive, I think that has more meaning.”

“I suppose….” Katara mumbled.

“Then how about a dance?” He suggested.

Katara nodded her head shyly, accepting the hand he held out and lead her back out to the dance floor. She gasped when his warm hands grasped her exposed hips and suddenly she felt naked realizing how the dress clung to her curves and left no imagination to the shape of her body.

It started out platonic. Zuko was careful not to push any boundaries, keeping their bodies at a good distance while she keep her hands still on his shoulders. He could tell she was tense since the moment he met her. “Relax.” He chuckled, “I won’t hurt you.”

Hating herself for being so stiff, Katara boldly pressed her chest against his, and wrapped her arms around his torso. “I’m fine.” She assured. Cheering mentally for breaking the barrier.

“What other things are you fine with?” He purred, fingers playing with the tail of her bow when he wrapped his arms back around her waist.

“I’m thirty-five.” She grinned, willing the heat in her cheeks to calm down. “I think I can handle whatever you throw at me.”

“Oh, I couldn’t disagree. I think you can actually show me a thing or two.” His fingers brushed her lower back.

Katara suddenly felt powerful. She had never flirted before and the man running his soft fingertips up and down her exposed back sent tremors through her body. She turned around slowly, arching her back and pressing her bottom against his front and she felt him tense. “Like this?”

“Much like that.” He stated, sliding his hands over her stomach, swaying her side and side with his movements as he held her flush against him. “I think I might be in danger.”

Katara hummed, pursing her lips and swept her hair to her front to expose her neck to the young man and she could feel his shaky breath brush against it. “You just might be.”

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Halloweening // Chpt 2 - Changing Face

I kinda rushed the 2nd half of this one so it’d be in time but hopefully it’s okay, it’s meant to be pretty fast paced regardless. For day 2 of Iristo weekend and hopefully i got all the prompts in again, I think I did anyway.

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“What are they doing here,” was the first thing that came out of Talia’s mouth as Iris and the twins emerged from the haunted house together. Praxina and Talia raised their hands, magic circles appearing and ready to fight.

Iris quickly stepped between the two girls, lowering both their hands.

“I can explain.” She turned to the twins. “Wait here.” Iris then pulled her friends a little ways away and did indeed explain the situation fully.

Auriana’s face dropped and she looked back at Mephisto. “Aw, poor guy, I almost feel sorry for him.”

“Well you should!” Iris said just as Talia answered in the negative.

Iris sighed heavily. “Look, I know it’s going to be hard, but they’re just teenagers too. They deserve to have a break every now and again. Auriana,” she turned to the redhead, “you remember how excited you were a few weeks ago at the school halloween party?”

“I do!”

“Don’t you think Mephisto and Praxina deserve to feel like that too?”

Auriana bit her lip. “Yes?”

“No!” Talia was frowning. “They’re villains, they’re the reason we’re stuck here on Earth instead of being back home on Ephedia!”

“What’s so bad about Earth?” Iris asked defensively.

“Also,” Mephisto interjecting, having heard Talia’s remark, “you’re the reason we’re stuck on Earth too you know. Gramorr won’t let us go home until we- OW!” Praxina had, rather roughly, stomped on his foot, luckily only using the front of her shoe.

After glaring at Mephisto, Praxina continued for him. “What my brother is trying to say, is that none of us are happy about this. And clearly this,” she gestured between them all, “isn’t going to work. So let’s just forget the stupid truce and fight already!” Praxina raised her arm once again, but this time it was Mephisto who lowered it.

“One night, Prax. Nothing will happen in a night.” He looked at Iris and smiled. “I’d love to try that trick or treating you were on about.”

Eventually, everything got smoothed out, thought Talia refused to even look at Praxina, who did not have a problem with this and refused to do the same. Auriana on the other hand had decided to truly consider the twins friends - at least for the night - and was eagerly telling Praxina all sorts of halloween stories.

Iris and Mephisto walked ahead, Iris explaining the concept of trick or treating to him.

“So all I have to do is ring a doorbell and I get free candy?”

“More or less,” Iris shrugged, “you do have a pretty good costume on. A little bit cliché,” she teased, gently shoving him with her shoulder.

Mephisto grinned, picking up on her tone of voice, “Oh, and what’s yours suppose to be, because I am truly terrified by the change from pink to red, Princess. Definitely an outfit fit for your spooky human holiday.”

“Shush,” she shoved him again. “I’m Ladybug, hence the mask and spots. Costumes don’t have to be scary, you know.”

Mephisto was about to reply to this when Iris’ smoothie human arrived, rushing up to greet the three princess. “And you are?” he asked Mephisto, noticing how close he was standing to Iris.

“He’s one of our fans” Iris put in quickly, then gestured behind her. “And that’s his sister, also a fan?”

Praxina snorted. “You wish.”

Nathaniel chuckled. “Not a fan then. Still, nice matching outfits.” He gestured between the two twins. “Looks good.”

“Nate, what happened to your matching costume?” Iris asked, stepping forwards and flicking the fake cat ears on his head that were the only evidence of him even being in costume apart from the mask he wore. She and Nathaniel had originally planned on trick or treating together as Ladybug and Chat Noir, but clearly she had over prepared.

“Yeah sorry, Iris. The costume I ordered was a little too tight, way too uncomfortable to even try to walk in. Yours looks nice though,” he added hurriedly. “Very uh, fitting.”

Now that the human mentioned it, Mephisto couldn’t help noticing that Iris’ costume was indeed very fitting. He coughed and tore his eyes away, watching the other trick or treaters mill around him instead. He was already thinking about what their teasing had meant, he didn’t need to continue that particular train of thought as well.

The girls and Nate chatted for a while longer, Praxina slowly drifting over to her brother to express her contempt for the entire situation.

“If you want to do this trick or treating lark so much, can’t we at least do it ourselves?”

Mephisto thought for a moment. “But what if we do it badly?”

“We’re villains,” Praxina deadpanned, “doing things badly is what we do.”

“Still,” the younger twin muttered, “let’s stick with the Princesses for now. Look, stop rolling your eyes for one minute,” he continued as Praxina did just that, “and at least think about all the intel we can pick up from them. Or well, that you can, I’ll be too busy with candy.”

Praxina threw her arms up. “Fine, but I refuse to be friends with them.”

“Your loss.”

Mephisto eagerly ran forwards, slotting in easily into the conversation while Praxina looked on from afar. She grinded her teeth together. It wasn’t her loss at all, Mephisto was suffering, he must be.

“So are we going to the festival first then?” Nate said as Mephisto arrived.

All the girls agreed and began discussing certain aspects of the festival they enjoyed, Iris going over each one for the Ephedians.

“Wait I thought we were trick or treating,” Mephisto put in, concerned.

“We will,” Nate assured him, “just afterwards.”

Mephisto didn’t like the sound of that and was just about to say this out loud when Iris grabbed his arm. “Oh it’s going to be so fun! There’s pie eating contests and apple bobbing and fireworks and…” Iris rambled on, listing off a whole bunch of stuff Mephisto didn’t know about.

But Iris was laughing and smiling, and her eyes were shining brighter than any star he’d ever seen, so he really didn’t mind all that much. Just being near her made him feel excited for this so called ‘festival’. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

Iris called to Praxina and then they were on the move again.

Nathaniel subtly dropped back to walk next to Praxina. “Hey, why don’t you walk with everyone else?”

“I am perfectly fine here, I’m only coming along because of my brother.”

Nate nodded. “Sure. But you never know when you’ll get this chance again.” He laughed and Praxina fell silent, thinking hard. “I mean, they are Lolirock!” Ah so that’s what he meant.

Still, he was right in one aspect. They probably wouldn’t get a chance like this again.

She looked up at her brother who was now peering at Iris’ phone and grinning. Maybe they deserved that, Mephisto especially. So Praxina decided to actually make an effort to continue small talk, catching up with the girls after a while. Even Talia smiled at something Praxina said.

Meanwhile Mephisto was squinting down at Iris’ phone, a picture of Chat Noir displayed.

“Okay I got this, hold on,” he clicked his fingers and his costume changed to the one Nathaniel was originally suppose to wear, complete with belt tail, toe bean footprints and a working bell. “See, I told you I could do it,” he said smugly. “How do I look?”

Iris bit her lip and tried to keep her eyes on his face, a mask now covering his features but leaving his dazzling green eyes untouched. Had they always been that vibrant?

She remembered their little team up and Mephisto’s words to her as they’d parted ways. Remembered the way he’d looked at her, with such honesty in those acid green eyes of his, honest that had no business being there.

Yes, yes they had.

And had her heart always thumped so loudly in her chest when she looked in them?

Ever since their team up? Yes, yes it had.

“Purrfect,” Iris finally answered, earning her a chuckle from Mephisto.

They soon arrived at the festival, everyone splitting up to investigate certain attractions. Praxina stuck with Nathaniel, and Mephisto with Iris.

First they visited the pie eating contest and Iris laughed and giggled her way throughout it as Mephisto attempted to win the grand prize and out eat all the other contestants. He came very close to winning and returned to Iris in the crowd with a smile.

“You still have some here,” she commented nonchalantly, wiping the apple pie filling off his face for him.

Mephisto thanked her, grateful for the mask covering up his blush.

Next up was apple bobbing. Iris explained the activity, demonstrating by holding her hair back and sticking her head in the water. She reemerged seconds later with an apple in her mouth and a smile tugging at her lips.

“Just like that.” She tucked a strand of wet hair behind her ear, the water shimmering and dripping off her face and melting into the spots on her dress.

Mephisto watched careful as she licked the moisture off her lips and gulped, turning to the bucket of water and shoving his own face in before he gave too much away. Suddenly he realised why the smoothie boy had complained about the costume being tight.

A quick flick of his head and Mephisto also came back up to the surface with an apple in his mouth. His hair was almost completely wet through and Iris found herself missing the white shirt he’d been wearing, knowing full well the water droplets would have left it see through. She collected herself as he grinned at her and she smiled shyly.

Yes, the two were definitely falling fast for each other. Now if only the fall didn’t have such devastating consequences.