#i should find a perfume for reference so u guys can go out in shops and smell it too c:

[chikoyama]

Chiyori’s signature scent is vanilla orange. It’s a very soft, warm scent that really isn’t too overwhelming — it’s sweet without being too much. One would have to get quite close to her to catch a proper whiff of it though. Like nose the crook of her neck, or inhale the scent of her hair, maybe plant a kiss to her palm near her wrist where she’d rub a bit of perfume too. She doesn’t wear it every day though.

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

Once Bitten Twice Stupid prt 90

90

“Whoop. Hold up. I’ve lost my chicken fillet again”

“That’s because you keep playing with them”

Sighing at Allura, Lance didn’t know how people controlled their boobs. The fake silicone insert in his bra kept trying to escape off to the side every chance it got

“I’m not trying to play with them, they’re the ones playing with me”

Allura giggled, slipping her arm around his and taking him by the hand

“Just leave them alone. It’ll be alright once we’re sitting down”

“You’re enjoying this far too much”

“Maybe a little. Now please don’t trip”

Having come up to Platt again on the Tuesday, Lance caught up with Allura. He’d wanted to go home that Monday night, so they’d arranged to go shopping together the next day, at smaller shopping centre. Explaining he didn’t know what to wear, Allura delighted in the idea of dressing him up. They could have been twins by the end of it... or somewhat related due to fashion sense. Lance was wearing a long brown wig, brown contacts, and possibly the worst bra ever invented beneath his red dress... that he hadn’t wanted to wear at all. He was a guy... He’d wanted to look manly and shit. Maybe androgynous if he could pull it off? Allura fully jumped on board a complete change in look, Lance’s feet were now crammed into gold high heeled shoes and a dress that aired his junk with each step. His black tiny lace short covered junk that he wasn’t allowed to wear boxers over. At least his bum was covered. One strong breeze and he’d be done for indecent exposure. With the plunging front of the red dress, the bra he had to wear was weirdly shaped tripping down in kind of a U shape, as if the designer had never seen a bra before or didn’t know how the hell they functioned. He’d also been waxed, trimmed, plucked, and “pierced”. Forget laying in the ground for three months, this was the most uncomfortable he’d ever been. The damn fake gold septum piercing was annoying, he kept going cross eyed trying to look at it.

Allura, on the other hand was gorgeous. Her normal long loose white ringlets swapped for a wig very similar to Lance’s. Dressed in a black and red pinstripe skirted suit, she dripped refinement and class. Her accessories all gold, a tasteful dainty little wristwatch on her left wrist, small ruby drop earrings, a gold clutch, and brown contact lenses like Lance’s. None of their friends would have recognised the pair of them... The only one maybe recognisable was Keith, who Lance was trying his hardest not to look at.

Keith... It should be illegal to ooze sex appeal like his boyfriend was. Dressed like the bad boy everyone’s parents warned them about, he looked so damn good in those leather pants that Lance wanted to send him home to change. Muzzled, and on lead, Keith stayed half a step behind Lance and Allura. His boyfriend seemed to be in a mood, his eyes had gone wide at Lance’s ensemble, but that’d been it. He hadn’t commented. They most he’d talked was as Lance adjusted his muzzle and collar to make sure Keith was as comfortable as possible. God only knew how much Lance wanted Keith to bend him over the closest counter and pull his hair... Having a hot boyfriend was hard. Lance knew he didn’t look atrocious as he was. His moves kind of jolted thanks to the stilettos he couldn’t quite operate. On the plus side, if things went south, he was sure his shoes were sharp enough to murder someone touching his boyfriend. He pulled off looking like a girl, which should be a win, and Coran had doused him in perfume to help the natural sweetness in his scent.

Heading over to the bar, the vampire behind the counter had no issues with his teeth and ego hanging out for the world to see. Lance felt nothing for him, which was nice. There were so many scents that something had stuck up his nose and now he worried he was going to pop a semi thanks to a stranger

“Haven’t seen you two around...”

Lance showed his teeth, reminding himself he was supposed to let go of his ego

“We don’t usually like to take our pet out to play, he doesn’t play well with others”

The vampire nodded

“Harder and harder to find a good pet these days. In the market for a new one?”

“Reminding him how lucky he is to be our pet”

“Sometimes they need to be taught the good old fashioned way. What are you drinking?”

“Two Rivata Cassa Rossa. One half and half with A positive. Nothing for the pet”

The vampire nodded, Lance would have preferred to watch the drinks poured, but he didn’t intend on drinking them anyway

“Alright. Take a seat, they’ll be brought over”

Allura picked a booth close to the door so they could people watch, Lance pulling Keith into his lap, possessively resting his hand on the top of Keith’s head. He hated having to talk about Keith that way. Sliding his free hand down, he rested it over Keith’s inner thigh, clearly staking this claim over his boyfriend

“This is nicer than I imagined”

The club wasn’t what Lance imagined either. It kind of reminded him of the speakeasys you’d see in films, other than the electronic music and strobe lighting over dance-floor. Vampire and pets danced, some feeding in their pet as they did. Some other vampires had left their pets to sit on the ground and await their return, a couple of pets sat huddled together in one or two booths. Lance kind of wanted to channel Keith’s bad boy energy and free the pets. Though most pets didn’t have anything in their name or a way to survive without their masters. It was shit. They were fucking people who deserved better. Fucking vampires.

“It’s not what I expected. Do we have any idea what we’re here for?”

Allura shook her head. Stupid Lotor could have given them a heads up

“No. You know, I can’t remember the last time I was in a place like this”

“Does that mean you want to dance?”

Allura giggled, then sobered

“Not quite yet. I’m not sure we should leave our pet alone”

Everyone was listening to everyone else. That’s how these things worked

“If he behaves himself, I might allow him to accompany us. He needs to learn some manners first”

Keith huffed, Lance wished he could take the muzzle off so they could talk properly. Feeling eyes on him, he leaned in, nipping lightly at the top of Keith’s ear, hand sliding closer to Keith’s junk. Keith was his. He felt like he was degrading him, but he had to make sure everyone knew he wasn’t sharing

“I’m sorry”

Whispering it right next to Keith’s ear, he hoped his boyfriend heard. He’d felt so damn stupid about breaking down in Coran’s office that he’d only really talked to Keith in group chat. Matt had tried perking him up when he’d come home, but Lance took himself and his wallowing up to his room, replaying the day in an attempt to reassure himself that Keith hadn’t become anyone’s target. As their drinks were placed down in front of them, Lance broke rules. Other pets had their muzzles loosened, and Keith shouldn’t be punished thanks to their fucked up society. Loosening the front buckles of the muzzle, his boyfriend sucked in a shaky breath, not sure what it was about

“Master?”

A shudder ran through Lance. Keith had to call him that, and his ego approved too much

“You’re my pet. If anyone objects I will remind them I am in control here... plus, it’s stuffy”

“A bit...”

Keith couldn’t talk freely and it sucked. Allura picked up her glass of red wine, grimacing as she took a sip

“I think I’ve got yours instead”

“Swap them over then. I really should have had the first sip, you know”

Allura quirked an eyebrow, moving deliberately as she swapped wine glasses

“Ego?”

“No. Just better at dealing with it if it’s spiked...”

“Ah”

Pretty much. Allura was fae but he didn’t know how that worked. If anything was in there he would be able to taste it. Pulling Keith’s hood up, Lance then moved to lift his glass, his arm around his boyfriend’s waist

“I guess we wait now”

“I’d say so. I wonder what’s going to happen”

When nothing happened after the first half hour, Lance got bored. Allura was doing a good job hiding her boredom, much better than him and Keith. Keith was all squirmy in his lap

“Do you want to sit beside me instead? Or on the floor?”

“It’s hot, master”

“Laura, would you please get our pet a bottle of water? Number two is thirsty”

Allura nodded, sliding from the booth. “Laura” adapted from “‘Lura”. He was “Lana” adapted from Lance... They weren’t terribly creative with names, but easy names were easy to remember. He wasn’t risking Keith by calling him anything close to Keith... and he was a pet... so he was allowed to refer to Keith in such a way... his stupid ego was enjoying itself more than he was. And Keith really didn’t have to keep squirming the way he did. He was basically right up against Lance’s junk... and Lance’s junk knew it

“Sit next to me”

Keith slid from his lap, Lance moving the split in his dress to act like he had some modesty left. Returning with the bottle of water, Allura nearly messed up by going to hand it to Keith. Taking the bottle, Lance twisted the cap off, taking the first mouthful. It didn’t taste tainted. Taking a second mouthful, he pushed his lips against Keith’s, Keith hesitant before accepting, drinking down the offered water. Other vampires and their pets were watching, Lance pulling back to take a second sip, before pushing his lips back against Keith’s. Kissing Keith like this wasn’t common in the club. Someone would have kicked up a fuss if it didn’t risk losing face

“More?”

Keith shook his head, Allura looked ready to gush over them being cute

“In that case you can come dance with us”

Lance got lost in the feeling on the dance floor. He’d loved to dance. He hadn’t had reason to in so long, and it wasn’t something he often talked about, plus he was generally feeling too old and modern music was horrific. Going out to human clubs was better, where he’d dance stupidly with Hunk and Pidge and it was totally fine because they were all as bad as each other and it didn’t matter if he tripped over his own feet. Dancing with Allura, Allura was stiff but she tried. Dance with Keith... Lance wanted to smack him with a piece of wood and tell him to move. Putting his boyfriend’s hands on his hips, he leaned back into Keith’s touch, Allura slinging her arms over their shoulders, leaving him sandwiched between the pair of them, Keith nosing at his neck and Lance hoping his hands wouldn’t wander from his hips.

*

They were still dancing, thanks to half a dozen trips to the bar, when they finally found out what Lotor had sent them there for. Moving from rubbing up against Keith, they’d moved to dancing in a group. Keith had been groped, the vampire snarled at by Lance, fangs showing and nails extending as he let his ego flow. Pulling Keith against him, Lance wrapped his hand around the collar. He knew his scent was coming through the stink of the perfume, because Keith’s hands had been all over his body once his boyfriend finally loosened up. Dancing in a group cooled those feelings, Lance listening to the chatter around them as he alternated between dancing with Keith, and dancing with Allura, and laughing over Allura trying to dance with Keith. Territory stuff and other things he didn’t care for. There was some fighting in the lower ranks. Some of the upper ranks were having trouble keeping face with Lotor around. A lot of general dislike for man. Talk about werewolves causing issues. All this gossip was what Lance thought they were there for... Until Sendak entered the club.

Sendak didn’t do subtle. His scent dropped Lance’s knees out from under him. Within the space of a few moments he’d gone form spinning a laughing Allura, to falling into Keith’s arms. He wasn’t the only one affected. A few other vampires dropped, pets pulled down with them. Other vampires flared their ego. Lance’s ego felt like a pulse. A distinct thudding through his body. Lowering his head in submission, the heel of Lance’s right stiletto snapped, as Keith tried to stand him up, leaving him kneeling on the dance floor. Sendak seemed impossibly massive. Towering so tall he seemed to touch the ceiling. Dressed in a crisp black suit, he wore fur cloak that was fresh out a fantasy movie fastening at the base of his neck. The fur was real, a mottled of greys, blacks and browns tumbling down to Sendak’s booted feet. The vampire didn’t even look the direction of the dance floor as he crossed the space between the front door and a booth towards the back on the right side of the club. Holy fucking shit was his aura strong. Lance instantly sure he was the oldest vampire he’d ever met, or come across. What the fuck was he doing here?!? No one would be game enough to cross him. They all felt like ants under a microscope with Sendak being the heated ray of light threatening to burn them alive if they wandered into his path. Clenching his jaw, the amount of pressure Lance used was hurting his teeth. He was fucking kneeling like a bitch for Sendak.

Shaking her head, Allura seemed to shake herself free of the oppressive atmosphere, before moving to take Lance by the arm, pulling him up to stand properly. Both Allura and Keith were trying to get his attention, but Lance couldn’t focus. Sendak scared the ever living absolute fuck out of him. If he was this bad, he couldn’t begin to imagine Zarkon. Blood hung on the air, dancing threw the air like dust particles, following Sendak’s path. Folding himself to sit, the vampire sat with a hunch, the only sign of weakness he’d shown. This was a man used to taking orders from someone “higher” than him.

Slowly things like the music and the shifting lights finally began to come back to him. His heart beat thudding louder than everything else, and would be for some time. The music might as well be a whisper for all it was worth. How the hell did the Blades think they could kill Sendak? He’d be able to tear a wolf apart with his bare hands... Keith wouldn’t stand a chance. It’d be like him at the hands of Nyma and Rolo. Keith would be the little kid who wasn’t nothing but a bit of strings free fun. Tapping his face, Allura tried to draw his attention, but Lance had no attention left to be drawn. He felt so fucking scared. His body seemed to be getting colder. He couldn’t stand. He couldn’t feel Keith against him... even the pain in his feet had fled in the face of Sendak. Cupping his face in her hands, warmth crept across his skin from Allura’s palms as Lance shivered violently

“We’re leaving. Pet, help your master”

[ijungkooki]

Day 3: Hoseok—Seeing Colors

Week #1- Soulmate!AU

Word Count: 1.1k

Schedule

Jin | Yoongi | Hoseok | Namjoon | Jimin | Taehyung | Jungkook

Everything was gray. The sky was gray. The grass was gray. The whole world around me was just one monochromatic shade of gray.

And it sucked.

Everywhere I went, I heard people taking about blues and greens and reds. “This blue dress is so pretty!” or “Isn’t the sunset amazing right now?” and similar sentences were phrases I heard on a daily basis. Even my parents, having color vision for over two decades now, couldn’t hold back when they were around me.

For example, my mom would ask me to hand her a plate for dinner or something. After asking what kind, she would respond with “The blue one!” or “The one with gold trim around it!”. It was such a force of habit for my parents to refer to color that they forgot that I was still colorblind.

God. I just wanted to see color already. But without a soulmate, my vision would just be bland and gray. Honestly, I didn’t understand why having a soulmate was the crucial factor in seeing color, but it was. I would be fine without a soulmate if I could just see what everyone else was seeing. 

It was annoying how everyone who found their soulmate put more emphasis on meeting the one they were destined for rather than seeing color for the first time. I didn’t get how meeting another person was more important than seeing something wonderful for the first time.

“I’ll be back soon!” I yelled before leaving the house.

My friend had made plans to go shopping and invited me to join her. Though she invited others that I never knew, I didn’t mind. After all, it would be a nice way to get out of the house and get my mind off a few things.

It wasn’t a far drive so I arrived earlier than the others. Finding an empty seat, I pulled out my phone to text my friend.

i’m here. where r u??

Luckily, she responded quickly.

Almost there! See ya soon

I sighed and looked around. The mall was a little crowded as it was the weekend. Families flocked to the food court to feed their children as couples walked in and out of stores, hand in hand. In the distance, I could hear some clerk trying to sell perfume to potential customers.

“Which looks better? This dress or this one?” I heard someone ask in the store nearby.

Looking over, I saw a girl holding up two dresses to show the clerk. The girl held one dress in front of the other before switching while the clerk watched carefully. They both looked exactly the same to me.

“I like this shade of blue a lot”—the clerk pointed to the dress on the right—”But the darker shade suits you better.”

Huffing, I turned around and tuned the rest of the conversation out. It’s great and all that they found their soulmates and can see color, don’t get me wrong. But hearing people like them constantly reminded me that I had yet to meet my soulmate. 

“Hey! Sorry it took so long!” I heard someone say. Looking up, I saw my friend walking over.. Just behind her, I could see a man who gave me a shy smile and wave. “This is Taehyung! He goes to art school with me. Hoseok is our other friend but he’s parking the car. He said he would catch up with us in a bit.”

I nodded in response and introduced myself to Taehyung. Then we began to walk around the mall trying to decide which store to stop at first. In the meantime, I had gotten to know a little bit about Taehyung.

“So you’re a photography major? What kind of style do you like?” I asked. 

I wasn’t too artistic but I did have an appreciation for the arts. Or at least I tried to. There was only so much I could like still being colorblind.

“Hmm...” Taehyung thought. “My work tends to be on the minimalist side. I also enjoy taking black and white photos.”

When he said black and white, I assumed he already found his soulmate. I automatically envied him. 

“Why black and white?” I questioned. “Aren’t you sick of the lack of color? I know I am.”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure. Maybe as a reminder for people to be grateful? Not everyone gets to find their soulmate.”

I thought about what he said and became sad. There were a few unlucky people who lived their whole lives in gray. It always scared me to think that I could be one of those people. I decided to change the subject.

“And what about, um, Hoseok was it?” My friend nodded in response. “What’s he into? Assuming you guys all go to the same school.”

“We do,” Taehyung answered with a smile. “And Hobi-hyung is studying dance. He’s actually at the top of his class! If we ever hang out again, you should definitely ask him to-”

“There you guys are!” A voice shouted from behind us. “I’ve been walking around this place trying to find you guys. It’s not that hard to look at your phone for a text.”

All three of us turned around to see a tall man with a big grin on his face. He was handsome and lean. Right off the bat, I could tell he had a bright and sunny personality. I assumed he was Hoseok when my friend and Taehyung walked over to greet him with hugs. 

“Hoseok! This is the friend I was talking about!” she said, motioning over to me.

Just then, Hoseok and I made eye contact and everything burst into color.

I gasped as the world around me suddenly became vibrant and bright. An unending amount of shades and hues of different colors filled my eyes. Finally, they rested back on Hoseok who was already looking at me with shock and awe. 

At that moment, I realized how fast my heart was beating. I now understood those who found their soulmates. When you find the one, not even seeing colors for the first time compares to seeing your soulmate. It’s a completely different feeling on another level. 

Hoseok made his way over to me. His dark colored eyes were steady on mine before he spoke.

“So we’re soulmates, huh? Guess you’ll have to be stuck with me for the rest of your life,” he said.

He had the biggest grin as I laughed. Despite finally seeing colors after so long, nothing came close to seeing such a warm smile on my soulmate’s face.