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glowingbadger · 3 years ago

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Hi it’s me, crawling through the window. Would it be possible to get a crumb of arranged marriage w/ Hubert? His line w/ Dorothea about being willing to get married for politics sake has fueled my brain rot for him.

Good God I need to secure my windows-

I mean HELLO FRIEND ANON YES IT WOULD BE MY PLEASURE

Lol actually though, I have been thinking about this for Hubie since we all started chatting about that arranged marriage stuff! I think it's a perfect concept for him~

This like... got weird while I was writing it though?? Idk man hahaha it ended up on the less-spicy side of what I usually write, and with some very weird dialogue in places... Idk, I hope y'all like it. Maybe if there's interest, I'll follow this up eventually with a more smut-focused piece?

I've been traveling and working so much lately that I just don't even know what writing is anymore or how it works hahaha

TW: A brief mention of non-con

Hubert (FE3H) x Reader ("wife," neutral pronouns)

Arranged Marriage - semi spicy i guess?

"Frankly, he's a pain," Linhardt must be able to see your surprise and confusion written across your face. He goes on, "He's reliable and capable, of course, but also the most persistent nag you'll ever meet. Actually, no-" he glances upward as though to cross reference his own thoughts, "No, her Majesty is worse. But Hubert is a close second to be sure. Always on and on about sleep schedules and proper nutrition and etiquette..." He sighs and closes the massive tome on his lap, as though to close the conversation with it, "frankly, he's an insufferable mother hen. Does that help?"

"Well, it's... Not what I expected," you admit with a shrug, "but thank you all the same."

It's been several weeks since the papers binding you in marriage to Hubert Von Vestra had been signed- and this alone had sufficed. No ceremony, no grand ball, just paperwork and a handshake with your father. A handshake that ensured that, even under the Empire's unification, he would maintain nominal control over his considerable portion of land, and in return, would swear absolute loyalty to her Majesty. It was a beneficial arrangement for all parties, and you were not ignorant to the part you played. You were hardly even a bargaining chip- moreso, a hostage.

Your new husband had made no secret of what manner of harm may befall you if your family were to renege on their deal. Fortunately, you know your father to be a reliable coward, so you have no reason to believe he would be bold enough to step out of line.

Hubert Von Vestra is a terrifying man. A zealously loyal man of storied cruelty and a frigid disposition. His frame looms over you whenever he's near, and though he's hardly placed a finger on you since you'd been given over to him, his mere presence is... arresting. There's a sort of charisma to him that's equal parts frightening and fascinating. Perhaps it's madness brought on by your circumstances, but you can't help wanting to glimpse just the slightest bit into that brilliant, ever churning mind.

Unsurprisingly, he has been resistant to your attempts to understand him. He hardly indulges you in small talk, and if you were the paranoid sort, you'd think he intentionally makes himself busy when you're around. Eventually, perhaps out of sheer stubbornness, you'd settled on a routine of bringing coffee to his study adjoined to your bedroom in the evenings. He'd been visibly surprised the first time. It wasn't until the fourth night that he'd given a curt "thank you." About two weeks in, he'd actually sat back in his chair and laid down his quill pen to receive the cup from your hands. After a month, he'd leveled his narrow gaze at you and said,

"I cannot begin to fathom what satisfaction you glean from playing 'maid' to me."

"Well, I, uhm," you hadn't expected him to address you so directly, but you managed to say, "You... work so hard, I wanted to do something for you, I suppose."

His expression is inscrutable as he replies,

"You are aware that my work was much the same before you arrived."

"I am," you say softly, "But- all the same..." you trail off, and Hubert seems content to let the matter rest. And so you leave him be amidst his reports and correspondence, coffee at his side on the desk. Yet for as unproductive as your exchange might have seemed, it does leave you with an idea. The thought to learn about the man from those who knew him long before your arrival at the capitol.

Your investigation into the true character of your husband does not stop with Linhardt. In fact, his testimony only leaves you with further questions. But perhaps the others would say otherwise; perhaps the United Empire's most up and coming crest scholar simply inspires maternal behavior. This has to be the case- you simply can't imagine that the notoriously ruthless heir of the even more notorious Vestra lineage would be so... Doting.

And yet the more you learn of him, the more contradictory he seems.

Caspar's take is much like Linhardt's- a picture of a man far closer to a school marm than any assassin or master of torture. Ferdinand seems both smitten and incensed by him, oscillating wildly between the two. Then eventually, to your shock, Bernadetta takes the initiative to speak to you about Hubert of her own accord.

"I'm, uh, really so-sorry to bother you!" she approaches with arms drawn close to her chest and eyes resolutely avoiding yours, "I- I just heard that you were... asking about Hubert, so, I, uh..."

It takes some time to prompt her further. You assure her again and again- no, this isn't intrusive at all- yes, you'd very much like to hear her perspective- no, you're not mad at her. In truth, you're endlessly intrigued about what a gentle soul like Bernadetta would have to say about a man feared across the continent. Finally, she manages,

"He's... actually really kind!" she blurts out, as though the words would abandon her if she gave them the window of opportunity. Your eyebrows raise slightly.

"You think so..?"

"Yes, completely-!" she stammers, "I know he's super, super scary, and powerful and spooky and cold and, uh, all of that. But still," her voice falters as she continues, "He only scolds people when they do something dangerous. And he only hurts people to protect others. I... I know he's done some te-terrible things. But... he's always been nice to Bernie," finally, she meets your eyes with an imploring look in hers, "So, uh, I'm really grateful to him. And I think it would be really nice for someone to reach out to him. If... if that's not too weird or anything. For you."

You smile warmly and nod,

"Thank you, Bernadetta. I know it can't be easy for you to come to me with all of this, but... I'd like to try, if I can."

The opportunity doesn't come in the way you expect.

At first, it seems the night will proceed like many others before. You bring a cup of coffee to your husband's desk, setting it down quietly so as to not disturb him. He's silent, but this is common enough, so you head back to the bedroom to undress for the evening. All nights prior, he would lay beside you long after you'd settled in, then rise to resume work in the morning before you woke up- all the while never allowing your bodies to interact in any way.

Tonight, just as you're about to close the door to Hubert's study behind you, long fingers catch around your wrist, visibly startling you.

It's the most physical contact you've had to-date, but he only says,

"One moment."

You whip around to face him, a touch of anxiety evident in your eyes. It's clear in his own that he notices, but if anything, he only seems amused. He steps forward, his taller frame menacing you as he speaks,

"I understand that you have been busying yourself with some manner of investigation as of late."

It takes a moment for his meaning to reach you. When it does, your face burns and you can't bring yourself to meet his scrutinizing gaze,

"Oh, uhm..."

"I assure you, my dearest wife," he says with barely concealed venom, "anything that I do not wish for you to know will be kept from you. Aside from which, your efforts thus far have proven amateurish at best."

Something seems off about his tone. You could understand if he felt uncomfortable or hesitant about your efforts to learn about him, but this seems far more grave, more... business-like. He steps towards you once more, and you step back in turn. Yet before long, you feel your legs bump the edge of the bed. A gloved hand trails a fingertip down your jawline to your chin, then urges you to look up at him.

"Whatever you are planning, my dear, I promise it will be fruitless. You had best rethink how you spend your days before your actions bring you to harm."

"No, I-" your brow creases deeply, your face burns, your body burns hotter and you don't want to consider why, "I've just been trying to learn about you as a person, nothing else. We're- we're married, after all, so..."

He gives an abrupt, dry laugh.

"Ah, so I am to believe that you've been interrogating my allies out of some misguided affection, is that it?"

"Hubert, just listen to me!" for a moment, you feel bolstered, defiant, and you straighten your posture, "You won't tell me the first thing about you- the only way to learn so much as your favorite color is to ask someone who's known you for a decade!"

Briefly, he does seem to consider your words. But his eventual reply is as aloof as any prior,

"If you're no spy or politician, then you're worse- a fool." he says, and before you can respond, he's seized both of your wrists and pushed you back onto the bed. For a moment, the room spins and your voice leaves you. A shrewd eye watches you with cruel condescension as he pins you against the sheets.

"I should think that you'd be well aware what I'm capable of," he nearly whispers, "I personally ensured that the rumors spread through your father's territory and further still. Do you think that anyone would even dare lift a finger to help you if I chose to seek retribution for this recent behavior?" He draws nearer, his grip tighter at your wrists, "Perhaps as punishment, I'll simply take my pleasure from you by force."

Your lips tighten, you take a breath. Then, meeting his gaze directly, you reply,

"You won't."

His visible eye narrows.

"And what evidence do you have to prompt such unfounded confidence? Perhaps you have crafted a flattering falsehood of me in your mind," a mocking smirk curls his lips, "Am I a misunderstood sentimental sort to you, then? A sad, lonely man for you to save?"

You scowl, though you suspect it looks more like a pout to him.

"I don't know what I think of you yet- not completely. But I don't pity you like that, and I don't think you're sad or lonely. I know you're not."

For the first time, it seems that you've caught him off guard. That frigid mask falters for just a moment, and you go on before he can replace it,

"You're surrounded by people who care about you. I've seen it for myself. Whatever you've had to do in the service of your ideals- it hasn't kept the people around you from wanting to know and understand you, even if it's despite you."

Hubert is silent for a moment. His gaze bores into you like he thinks he'll discover some hidden layer if he can just keep digging. Then, he sighs,

"How did I ever become bound to such a troublesome spouse..."

When you wrest your arms from his grasp, his hands fall away with little resistance, and you think that perhaps he had never truly intended to keep you in place by force to begin with. He moves to leave the bed, but your fists find the front of his clothing and tug him back down to you.

You press your lips to his without hesitation, and you can feel him inhale sharply, his entire body rigid above you. His lips are surprisingly soft, his scent like coffee and old parchment, and though your heart threatens to burst from your chest, you hold firmly to him by his clothes. Near imperceptibly, he leans down against you, and your fear, along with any remaining doubts, begin to dissolve. Knowing he won't pull away, you let your hands relax against him, running up his chest where you can feel his own pulse pounding. It's so human, so entirely reasonable and normal. Now, at last, Hubert Von Vestra is merely a man of flesh and bone.

Your tongue meets his naturally, your lips parting in time with his as your kiss deepens to a fevered pace. One hand reaches that sharp, handsome jawline, reveling in the erotic sensation of his mouth moving against yours. And yet, all the while, his hands remain staunchly on the bed beside you. He doesn't touch you- doesn't even let his body meet yours.

It's impossible to tell whether passion or madness drives you to bring your teeth to his lower lip, a single insistent bite communicating desire mounting faster than you can contain. And for a moment, you sense something new; a sound catches in Hubert's throat, a reaction he fights to stifle. Then, he pulls away. His pale skin is tinted a rare shade of pink, and his hair is ruffled out of place enough to reveal both narrowed eyes. His cloak has spilled around his frame to surround you both, and somewhere in your frazzled mind, you imagine that you're caught in some beautiful, velvet-lined trap.

"I- must... return to my work." Hubert says stiffly. He pushes up from you and turns away, leaving you still flustered on the bed behind him. You sit upright, holding your arms tight around your body as you watch him straighten his hair and clothes.

"You, uhm..." your face reddens still as you search for the right words, "you could... join me in bed, if you liked."

Hubert turns to the door of his study, speaking without daring to even glance your way,

"Anything that you offer to me now will be born from the impulse to survive. I have been bargained with before." His shoulders slack just slightly, his voice low and sober, "The proudest nobleman will even sell off his own child to a monster if he feels it will spare him its teeth."

You open your mouth to protest, then shut it without a word. You feel that you know your mind and heart, even in this moment, but you lack the words to convince a man like this. In a feeble attempt, you murmur,

"You don't frighten me, Hubert. Not anymore."

He half turns toward you, though his hand remains on the handle of his study door.

"You yourself said that you do not know what you think of me," he says, "As such, I will not lay a hand on you until the day that you do."

You stare down at your hands in your lap, barely registering the sound of the door clicking shut as he leaves you in the bedroom. No matter how you try to sort out your tangled thoughts, the memory of his lips on yours won't leave them. If anything, it eclipses any sense of reason, standing resolutely in the way of your path to clarity. Letting out a groaning sigh, you fall onto your back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as if it could offer you any advice.

What do I think about my own husband? You wonder, the thought nearly enough to make you laugh. Well for one, he's a pain.

#hubert von vestra #hubert x reader #fire emblem #feh #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem imagines #fire emblem fic #x reader

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when-they-write-stuff · 5 years ago

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Idk if u take random prompts and u can ignore this, but if you’d be okay with it, I would love a fic where stiles knows Derek is weird about dating so instead of asking him out he just dares him to do stuff that “coincidentally” lead to date-like activities (go see the new horror movie, go on the biggest roller coaster, go try some spicy food etc.). It can end however you want, but ofc they would end up together :D I love ur writing & think u would write this great, but no worries if not!!

I do take random prompts! And I love this one so much.

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Stiles had a plan.

Okay, it was less of a plan and more of a ‘make stuff up as he went along’ type of thing, but he was going to call it a plan. And he was going to work the shit out of it until things came together.

See, his acclaimed plan™ consisted of an emotionally constipated Alpha werewolf and his stubbornness to ever let anyone close to him. But Stiles was nothing if not resilient and he’d decided to get as close to Derek Hale as humanly possible. Or, as werewolf-y possible, whatever.

Scott thought he was an idiot. But Scott thought a lot of things that Stiles didn’t always agree with it, so he’d learned to brush his best friends protests off. Stiles had a plan. And he was going to stick with it.

It started out with a dare. Stiles thought he totally had things under control from there on out.

He totally didn’t.

“Movie night is so not canceled,” Stiles protested, when the rest of the pack all conveniently came up with things they were supposed to do that Friday instead of hanging out and pack bonding. “We were gonna watch horror movies. It was gonna be great!”

“Sorry, man,” Scott said, actually looking a little apologetic. “Deaton’s got me working double shifts. I’ll be out until after midnight.”

“And we’re having a ladies night,” Lydia said, linking her arms with Allison and Erica’s. “Which involves lots of gossip, knife sharpening, and a total lack of boys. And don’t even get any ideas, Stiles, you’re not allowed to come. I don’t care how well you can paint nails.”

Jackson gave him a judgemental look. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“What? I have steady hands.”

Erica huffed out a laugh of amusement and Stiles resisted the urge to roll his eyes again. He turned to Derek’s other remaining betas, looking at them pleadingly.

“Come on, guys. We could have a bo—”

“Do not finish that sentence,” Jaskier said, baring his teeth. “Or I swear to god, Stilinski, I’ll rip your tongue out.”

“Asshole,” Stiles said, and Jackson smirked. Stiles turned to the other two. “Come on, guys, they’re horror movies! They’re great. And it’s either that or I’m stuck dog sitting my neighbor’s poodle, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure she’s feral!”

“Sorry,” Boyd said, shrugging. “I’ve got a shift at the ice rink. And Isaac has one at the graveyard.”

“You’re all terrible people.”

“We’re all people with jobs,” Isaac said. “You should try getting one. Or you and Derek can have a movie night. Alone.”

Across the room, Derek straightened. Jackson barked out a laugh and Stiles glanced over despite himself, meeting Derek’s narrowed eyes. His heart sunk when the man shook his head. “I have… things.”

“Things?”

“Yes,” Derek said. “Things.”

“Like what,” Lydia challenged. Derek’s brows furrowed and he thought for a moment, but Stiles butted in before he could finish coming up with a good excuse.

“Well,” he said, and Derek shot him a warning look. “Now you don’t have things. Because we’re going to watch scary movies. Unless the big bad Alpha werewolf of Beacon Hills is a big chicken?”

Derek glared at him. “I’m not a chicken, Stiles.”

“Perfect! It’s a date!”

All the other betas groaned. Stiles winced, his face turning red.

“I mean, not a date,” he said. “Of course, it’s not a date. It’s an… occurrence. Between two friends. That will occur. This Friday.”

“Fine,” Derek said.

“Fine!”

Erica rolled her eyes and muttered something about ‘hopeless idiots’, whatever the heck that was supposed to mean. Stiles didn’t really care.

Because he had a new idea.

It turned out Derek wasn’t a big baby when it came to scary movies. Stiles was.

Though he’d never admit he was the one who spent most the time hiding his face in his hands, even if that was true. He could’ve sworn he caught Derek smirking over at him more than once, but the Alpha always looked away whenever Stiles tried to catch his gaze.

Whatever. Stiles was not scared of horror movies. He was just… expressive.

By the time the third movie had finished, Stiles may or may not have chewed his nails down to nubs and even though it was nearing midnight, he was not tired at all. Derek looked unbothered, lounging with one arm over the sofa, a bored expression on his face. Stiles thought that was terribly unfair.

“I thought you said horror movies were great,” Derek said, shooting him a smirk. Stiles rolled his eyes.

“They are,” he said. “Utterly fantastic. I love them.”

“You know I can hear you lying, right?”

“Oh, shut up, Sourwolf,” Stiles said, pushing himself up. He shook out his sweaty palms and put on his best grin, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just hungry. How does spicy food sound?”

“I don’t like spicy food,” Derek said, making a face. Stiles snorted.

“Dude, you would live off of raw meat and protein shakes if you could, of course, you don’t like spicy food. But we’re ordering it anyway.”

“Stiles—”

“Consider this is a dare, dude. Don’t be a chicken.”

“A dare,” Derek said with narrow eyes, looking unimpressed. Stiles thumbed out his phone and grinned over at him.

“Yes, Sourwolf, a dare. I know this place that does the best spicy noodle delivery. Don’t tell me werewolves are allergic to good food?”

“You’re obnoxious,” Derek said. Stiles waved a hand through the air and turned away, bringing the phone to his ear.

“Whatever. You’ll thank me later!”

Derek did not end up thanking him later.

In fact, when they were both racing for water and Derek was literally growling like a feral Alpha werewolf, Stiles realized maybe he should’ve avoided going up a few temperatures when ordering the noodles. At the time, it’d seemed like a good idea. Who didn’t love a good challenge?

But he didn’t even think what they’d just eaten was edible. Derek shot him a glare, red eyes flashing.

“What the hell was that, Stiles?”

“Noodles!”

“Those were not noodles,” Derek growled. “That was poison.”

“Wolfbane?”

“No, you idiot,” Derek said, tipping back the rest of his water. He swallowed hard and wiped his mouth, and the red faded from his eyes as he blinked a few times. “But there’s no way that was edible food.”

Stiles really wished he could disagree with him. But, rinsing his mouth out for the third time, he couldn’t. His eyes were still watering.

“Okay,” Stiles said, spitting the last of the taste from his mouth. “Whatever. That was a mistake, I’ll admit. But for the next challenge, I offer you ice cream and brain freezes—”

“Stiles,” Derek said, cutting him off. Stiles blinked at him.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

Stiles stared at him for a long moment. Derek’s face was flat and Stiles searched for a quick excuse, only to end up laughing nervously and waving a hand through the air. “What, me? I’m just trying to have a good Friday night!”

“You don’t like horror movies,” Derek said. “You tried to poison us both. And ice cream is only good when you’re not trying to actively hurt your brain.”

“Tell that to Scott,” Stiles muttered. “He’s the king of that challenge.”

“What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Stiles said stubbornly, crossing his arms. “I’m being a good friend, dude. Cause right now, I’d be dog sitting my neighbor’s poodle of a nightmare and you’d be… what, sitting in the dark? Reading hundred-year-old books? It’s Friday night, dude. That’s a crime!”

“Stiles.”

“Don’t ‘Stiles’ me.”

“Stiles.”

“Alright, fine!” Stiles said, throwing his hands up. He started out of the kitchen and then turned back around, giving Derek a dark look. Because he had a plan, dammit, and this was not it. “You don’t let anyone in, Sourwolf. You spend most pack bonding nights in your own little corner, reading your dusty books, and that’s so not cool. And— And— spicy food, dude! Werewolves cannot live off meat and protein shakes! You’ll get scurvy.”

“Werewolves can’t get scurvy,” Derek said. Stiles groaned, pacing the room again.

“And don’t even get me started on your sweet tooth, which I know you have by the way. It’s not such a bad thing, Derek. You’re allowed to eat ice cream. And people are allowed to care about you!”

Derek straightened. Stiles froze in his steps and considered those last few words for a moment, before turning around.

“People. Not me, but people. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“You care.”

“No, no, I don’t care one bit. I’m just saying, Sourwolf, you can’t live in solitude and only go out at night. You’re not a vampire.”

“You do care,” Derek said, stepping forward. Stiles stumbled back, shaking his head.

“I do not! Stop putting words in my mouth!”

Derek came to a stop. Stiles froze too and tried to calm his pounding heart. This was still a way out of this, he was sure of that. If wasn’t like Derek actually cared that he cared. Unless he wanted to rip out his throat for being nosy or something. And that would be unfortunate.

“You do care,” Derek said, softly this time. Stiles still shook his head.

“Nope.”

“You know I can hear you lying.”

“That’s not fair,” Stiles said. “That’s playing dirty. I call party foul.”

“Stiles, you can’t—”

“Party foul!”

Derek clamped his mouth shut and gave Stiles a flat look. Stiles winced and wrung out his hands, shrugging. He could barely meet Derek’s gaze anymore. “What do you want me to say, Sourwolf? That maybe, just maybe, I do care? Is that such a bad thing?”

“I never said it was.”

Stiles looked up in surprise. Derek’s ears turned red and this time, it was his turn to look down at the floor.

“I can’t cook,” he said.

“What?”

“I can’t cook,” Derek repeated. “So it’s easier to just… not, instead of trying. And I don’t like getting in the way of pack night. And... Laura was the one with the sweet tooth. It just kind of rubbed off.”

Stiles stared at him, at a momentary loss for words. Derek wouldn’t meet his gaze.

“I didn’t think anybody ever cared.”

“I care.”

“I know,” Derek said quietly, looking up. “I can hear your heartbeat.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles muttered, hunching in on himself and running a hand through his hair. He felt his face turning hot. “That’s so corny, Sourwolf. Stop it, you’re making my skin itch.”

Derek rolled his eyes. Stiles thought that was a little better.

“Alright,” Stiles said. “Tomorrow night, an actual movie, good food, and… ice cream?”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Stiles insisted. “A real date isn’t complete without dessert.”

“Oh,” Derek said, a smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. Stiles face his face turn hot again, wishing he could just melt into the floor. “And that’s what it’ll be. A real date?”

“I had a plan, you know,” Stiles muttered. Derek snorted.

“A plan.”

“Yes, Sourpuss, a plan,” Stiles said. Derek gave him a predatory look and Stiles narrowed his eyes, retreating a step back. “And no, stop looking at me like that. I’m not telling.”

“Hm.”

“Derek, stop it. I swear to god—”

The loft door suddenly opened and shut and Stiles squawked, spinning around. He heard the sound of the betas filing into the loft and deflated, breathing out heavily. Derek stepped beside him and Stiles nearly leaped out of his skin again as he felt warm breaths near his ear.

“Not scared after horror movies, huh?”

“I hate you.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

Dammit. It wasn’t. Stiles elbowed Derek in the stomach and grinned at the choked off noise he made, starting out of the kitchen into the main room. He could brush off the suspicious looks of the betas easily. After all, nothing had happened. Yet.

That was a dare another Stiles was totally planning.

It was gonna be great.

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jejublr · 7 years ago

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Vocal Unit Hybrid AU

A/N: Ok so this one’s some short bursts of headcannons on how Seventeen’s vocal unit would be if they’re hybrid imo. Shoutout to the Anon who asked for the hybrid au! I’ve been thinking about this AU for a while, too. If you want a fic/buletpoint fic for this, please let me know! Also I didn’t do it for a specific member like the usual fic bc you didn’t give me any specification so ^^ I just want to hear what you guys think before writing a fic for this. Man, I love me some hybrid AUs. I hope you all enjoy!

Jeonghan

You know that bougie ass cat with the long white coat and whose food is probably more expensive than your week’s worth of groceries?

Yeah that’s Jeonghan

Is so picky with which shampoo he uses oml

Knows he’s pretty

Reeeeaaaaaallllyyyyy loves it when you brush his hair with that special cat brush (cat people, y’all know which brush I’m talking about)

99% just naps around tbh, especially on that spot near the window with the most sunlight

Likes to push your stuff off the table out of spite

“Don’t you dare, Jeonghan. Don’t you dare.”

You can see the ‘f*** you’ in his eyes before he pushed your things off the table

Will distract you from what you’re initially doing just to get a good rub

He’s that hybrid that looked really nice and angelic at first but you know that s*** is just an act lmao

But he loves your attention alright

Like, if you seem very too infested or intimate with other hybrids, he’d get pretty jealous

Proceeds to give you a haughty look and a silent treatment that could last for days

And it’s the cutest thing tbh, it’s so easy to rile him up

But ofc you do it in moderation bc man, can he hold a grudge

But despite all that, he’s pretty receptive and would immediately know when you’re feeling upset

The type who wouldn’t say anything but hold you close as you cry into his shirt

Is a really loving hybrid despite his attitude

Joshua

Joshua is a cat hybrid, just like Jeonghan

But unlike Jeonghan, he’s an actual angel

Joshua is a domestic cat hybrid, of a tortoisehell cat

Likes to watch you as he sits on the counter as you fret around the house

He also likes to steal you food (playfully, anyway) whenever you’re not looking

Loves waking you up by carding his fingers through your hair and saying good morning in this really soft tone

Omg imagine waking up to Joshua

You like to think the sweet way he always wakes you up is because he’s so restless during the night

The times you share air bed with him, he either steals all the cover or pushes you off the bed

Loves to take up space on the bed, too

But it’s all well bc he always apologize by making you breakfast the next morning

Loves to sidle up next to you as you read or do your work and just watch you do your thing

Loves to take you by surprise when he plant tiny pecks on your face when you least expect it

Refuses to let you wash the dishes after you cook for the both of you

Really loves quiet Sunday mornings when you don’t need to go to work and just lay in bed all day

The day you introduce him to anime was the day his life began oml

Couldn't stop watching One Piece lmao

A habit he inherited from his cat DNA was he loves to lay on the living room carpet and take a nap as the shine shone through it

Also goes bats*** crazy when you tried aa catnip room fragrance lmao

He couldn’t stop purring through out the day

Woozi

smol but spicy

WOOZI IS AN OTTER HYBRID

Has tiny brown ears that would sometimes be hidden underneath his hair

While his eyes are clear and beautiful, it always seem to judge and calculate your every move lmao

His nose twitches if he finds a smell particularly strong

He sneezed once and you swear it was the death of you

His tail is pretty long and super strong

Would wag upwards and downwards annoyedly if you tease him lol

Loves to sleep and play music with the guitar you bought him for his birthday

But his favorite activity with you is going out for a swim swim

Otter!Jihoon loves to swim

Especially if it’s a lake

You try to take him out to the nearest lake, which is hundreds of miles away, as often as you could

It has become a monthly routine for you now

Looks really grateful as he swims about near the water’s edges while he chases minnows around

You don’t mind the long drives back and forth between the city and the lake town because Woozi seems the happiest in his element

The calmest you’ve seen him is when he’s asleep or when he’s eating lmao

Speaking of food, however small he is compared to most hybrids, Woozi seemed to have an endless appetite

You went and bought him a burger set one day and now he’s totally hooked

But you couldn't help but submit to his wishes because overtime you buy him one, he would have the cutest smile on his face and his dimples would appear ugh

He totally knows you think he’s cute and he’s totally using it to his advantage

Ok don’t be weirded out but I can’t help imagining Seokmin as a horse hybrid

I JUST GOT REMINDED OF THAT HORSE BOYFRIEND OTOME GAME OMG HAHAHAH

Ok but horse hybrids don’t have a tail so their only distinctive feature is their horse ears

And they neighs sometimes

Which in DK’s case is whenever he laughs hard

Which is often because he loves to laugh

So you can say he neighs often?? Is that weird???

I love confusing myself

Another distinct horse thing he got was that he loves going on a run

He runs every morning seven days a week

Used to beg and drags you to run with him but gave up after seeing that you wouldn’t even budge lmao

Can and will finish an entire week’s worth of food after his runs if you don’t control him

Definitely more independent than some types of hybrids but he still loves his hugs

Loves giving you piggyback (or can you call it horseback?) rides around the apartment

Your apartment is always full of laughter with DK around

It doesn’t matter if you’re on the more quite and introverted side of the spectrum, he will make you sing during the weekly karaoke nights in your apartment

Loves singing off-key, which leads to more laughter

Which means more neighs

Seungkwan

Seungkwan is a parrot hybrid

Oh gosh, sometimes you wonder how Seungkwan caught your eyes in the first place

But then he’d smile and it would in turn make you smile, too and then you remember

Parrot!Seungkwan sometimes doesn’t seem to shut up but it’s impossible for you to get mad at him bc you know he just wanna see you happy

Loves to dance funnily to the music you play on the speaker lol

One day you figured to bring him to a karaoke place to actually use his endless energy for a purpose

And oh my god??? You were blown away

You always ask him to sing everyday now

Which he doesn’t mind complying to

And now he can’t stop singing lmao

Bird hybrids are particularly unique bc they have wings

Seungkwan’s wings are really beautiful

They’re pristin(e) ayee white with yellow coloring its tips

It makes him look even more like the angel he is

Also, Seungkwan’s hair tips seems to be yellow like his wings, too

Loves to sing off-key to wake you up and although you always wake up annoyed, you wouldn’t have it other way

Loves validation and literally loves it when you shower him with praise

Despite being really rumbuctious and full of humor most of the times, he’s pretty sensitive to your mood changes

Likes to cover you with his wing as you lean on his side when you’re feeling upset and it would feel like a little save haven shared only between you and him

#I'm sorry if this is so..weird omg #I TRIED #I TRIEEEDDD #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen hybrid #seventeen au #hybrid au #jeonghan scenarios #joshua scenarios #woozi scenarios #jihoon scenarios #dk scenarios #seungkwan scenarios

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Articulation - Exo Chanyeol One-shot

Genre: Smut

Characters: Park Chanyeol/You, OC

Word count: 3200 approx.

Summary: Being the English teacher for the whole group, you end up setted for a very especial lesson with Chanyeol.

Comments: This is my first time ever writing smut. Also, English is not my first language. Be good to me :3

“I swear to heavens, Chanyeol, if you add another “e” at the end of a word, I’m going to smack you in the mouth.”

Chanyeol’s shoulders visibly sunk as he heard you telling him off for the nth time that evening.

Adults tend to pick up foreign languages at a much slower pace than kids, that’s why when you accepted a job teaching nine grown up men who needed to be fluent in English as fast as possible, you know it’d be a challenge. Luckily for you, all of them already had some basic notions, so you didn’t have to waste time teaching how to say hello or to use the verb “to be”, but getting them to actually talk in English had been quite a task. It probably had something to do with their cultural background; they basically refused to do anything they weren’t completely sure about. Little by little, you had gotten them to speak more than just a couple of words on a row, firstly on the classroom and then, whenever you met up with them, as they had grown to appreciate you. Surely, being close in age to them made you more relatable and approachable, and they were less scared to make mistakes.

“I don’t get how Kyungsoo and you will sometimes record random covers in English where you sound almost perfect, but when I’m trying to get you to speak, you can’t say a whole sentence without butchering it!”

“You think I sound perfect when I sing in English?” his face lighted up with an endearing smile, as if he had suddenly forgotten your rage.

“Ksoo does definitely sound better than you, though.”

Which was completely true. When you first arrived, you have asked around some random questions to the group in order to find out what you were dealing with, and you were surprised to find Kyungsoo’s pronunciation was almost perfect. He didn’t know the grammar completely and his vocabulary range was not the best, but he was definitely the first to grasp the concepts you explained. Also, he used it very much for his advantage, teasing his mates to the point you sometimes kicked him out of the classroom to do other stuff. He always mumbled something about it being his revenge, but you all knew he wouldn’t hurt a fly.

But there you were, stuck in their house, sitting opposite the epitome of the korean-est accent you could think of. In previous sessions you have managed to convince his brain not to substitute the sound in “th” for the sound in “w” and the “r” for “l”, but that night you were facing the biggest problem the boy had in display for your utter enjoyment. He insisted on adding a vowel (usually an e) to whatever word that ended up with a consonant; so it made them sound like “sandwiche”, “worde”, “pinku” and “bubble gume”. You had started by explaining why that wasn’t correct and then interrupting his speech to make him pronounce every wrong word again, but there was no use. Whenever you thought this time he’d gotten the idea and you’d leave him to speak on his own again, he’d pronounce three or four words correctly to fail on the fifth one.

It was 9pm and you’d been there for five hours already. You had seen all his mates come and go around the house, some of them approaching you two to ask how everything was going but most of them refusing to come any closer after they saw your death stare.

“I’m very sorry. I’m trying, but I just can’t seem to do it. I always get distracted and make the same mistakes over and over,” he apologized, back to looking bummed.

You sighed loudly.

“It’s alright. I guess it will just correct itself over time, as long as you keep reading and listening to the language…”

“Then you will have to go on talking to me,” he smiled again, making your stomach take a leap, because he was just so adorable even though he constantly tested your patience. “How comes you’re so good at Korean, anyway?”

“Don’t know,” you shrugged. “I took an interest in it when I was a teen and decided I wanted to learn as much as I could. I joined lessons and tried to make the most out the resources I had. Then I moved here because I loved the culture and the country and now I’m here.”

“Caught up here trying to teach an airhead who can’t even listen.”

“You don’t have to be so hard on yourself!” You laughed at his exaggeration. “Some people have it easier than the rest naturally, but everything comes with time and effort.”

You took a look at the clock in the kitchen wall.

“I probably should get going. It’s Saturday and traffic gets awful at night.”

“Why don’t you stay a little longer? We can order food, relax a bit and then keep on practising.”

“Aren’t you tired?”

“I’m never tired of being with you, even if you’re scolding me,” he nodded as he took out his phone and searched for his favourite take out place’s number.

When the food arrived, he suggested switching from the hard wooden chairs in the kitchen to the sofa in one of the living rooms, to watch some TV and get a bit more comfortable.

When you felt the weight of his body sinking down in the seat right next to you, it came to your mind that you had never stayed that late in their house. Chanyeol had poured a drink for both of you and he handed you one of the glasses before pulling the auxiliary table with the food a bit closer to you and turning on the TV.

“Did you put alcohol in this?” You asked after eagerly chugging down almost half of the glass.

“Yeah, it goes well with the spicy noodles. I can’t take too much spiciness.”

“Well, I can’t take alcohol very well. And how am I going to drive back home?”

“I thought it’d help you to relax and unwind for a little while. Also, there’s plenty of rooms to sleep here, you can just stay if you want. Or I’ll call a taxi, it’s up to you.”

You nodded and shrugged, drinking some more. The liquid was quite sweet, so it really did help with the spicy food.

Half an hour later, you had finished eating and were both laughing goofily at some random TV program that showed home-made videos the viewers sent of people failing at different things. When one especially painful fall disappeared from the screen, you took the remote and turned the TV off.

“Hey, we were having fun!” Chanyeol complained.

“Yeah, but we have to go on practicing. Or else, I’ll send a video of you speaking English to that program, your call.”

He reluctantly pushed the table with the remains of our diner aside and looked at you expectantly.

“We’re going to try something different. You’re going to be reading out loud. Maybe if you can actually see the words’ endings you will pronounce them right.”

Chanyeol started reading with that deep voice you really enjoyed. He had a good rhythm and he actually started off quite well. But soon enough, he made his first mistake, so you pinched him in the arm.

“Hey! What was that for?”

He rubbed his forearm and looked at you in outrage. You just looked down significantly at the book, he followed your gaze, and immediately corrected his mistake.

“So you’re going for the physical punishment approach now?”

“Yup. I will not hurt you, but you’re going to learn. Do you have any more of this?” you asked, shaking your empty glass.

It’d turned out to be more fun than you had expected. He was still making mistakes, but you spent the time musing at the various ways you could startle him when he made his next mistake, from tickling his sides to pulling from a strand of his hair to shouting the word loudly. At some point, a thought crossed your mind and made you wonder whether you would be turning this into a game hadn’t you had a couple of drinks already, but you quickly brushed it off.

“Oh my god, Chanyeol, you can’t honestly tell me you’re going backwards now!” You took the book away from his hands, scaring him off.

“What? What is it now?”

“The word “food” ends with a d, not a t! How do you say food?”

“Foot?”

You covered your face with your hands and laid back on the sofa for a moment. When Chanyeol got a bit worried an tried to check on you, you sat up and approached him. Then you passed one of your legs over his lap and straddled him, ignoring the alarm on his eyes.

“Listen to me, Chanyeol,” you said, grabbing his face with both hands to make him stare right at your face. “Look at my mouth and concentrate on it, okay?”

You articulated the word slowly, making sure you exaggerated the necessary movements.

“I want you to repeat the word ad many times as you need it. You don’t have to snap your tongue against your palate, you have to put it between your top and bottom teeth and keep it there until the “d” is over, okay?” he nodded and swallowed hard. “Okay, say the word. And I want to see your tongue between your teeth very clearly.”

“F-foot.”

“FooD!”

“Footd?” You nodded enthusiastically. “FooDDD.”

“Yes, that’s it! Keep saying it.” You bounced up and down on his lap and clapped happily.

“Food, food, food. Food, food, food. Not foot. Food!” He repeated in a sing song voice and then smiled brightly at his own success. But he didn’t say it again and you got sad because you didn’t get to see his tongue anymore, even though he was smiling widely. “You’re such a good teacher.”

“Yeah…” you whispered, almost talking to yourself. Then, you closed the empty gap between your body and his and kissed him forcefully on the lips.

There was little question after that. When you pulled away from his mouth, he stared down at you, gaping slightly, but his hands were on your hips and they just pulled you closer.

The kisses just got hungrier and hungrier, and the more time you spent attached by the lips, the more daring your hands got. He stroked every inch of your body on display, from your ankles to the base of your neck, were he grabbed your head to turn it upwards and grant himself access to your neck. His lips and teeth marked their way along your neck and his tongue, which you had found so attractive when he couldn’t pronounce a single word, let a trail of moist from your jawline to your collarbones. Meanwhile, your hands had a mind of their own under his t-shirt, basking at the strong muscles on his back and the soft skin over them.

Chanyeol stood up with you still straddling him; your legs wrapped around his waist made you feel the hardness beneath the layers of clothes, and his hands grabbed onto your butt for dear life. He turned around and laid you on the sofa, just to settle himself between your knees afterward.

The atmosphere in the room was getting almost unbearably hot for you, so you decided to help him by sitting up and taking his shirt off his body. From that position, you started kissing his softly defined abs, nibbling slightly at the most protuberant bits. He sighed deeply and leaned over to take of your shirt, but then he stood back up to his kneeling position to grab your head delicately and guide you to the places he wanted to feel your mouth in.

You quickly undid his belt and pulled his jeans down, along with his briefs, and took a moment to squeeze his butt with both hands. As your mouth was still at his navel, you looked up at him and found him staring at you. He smiled shyly and caress your face with his thumb. You smiled in response and started licking your way down, using just the tip of your tongue against his heated up skin.

His breath came to a halt when you reached the critical point and used your hands to stroke his soft shaft slowly and cup his balls at the same time. You let your warm breath glide over the wet tip before giving it a soft tentative lick. His hands were still holding on to your neck and shoulders, shivering with anticipation, but not daring to ask or act upon what he really wanted. After you’d teased enough, you used your mouth to envelope as much of his cock as you were able to, creating suction with your cheeks and rubbing it with your tongue. Your head bobbed up and down a few times before releasing it to go down to lick at the balls, making sure every single inch of his body got its fair portion of love. Then, you came back to the main part, grazing the bottom part of his cock with the tip of your tongue until you got to the tip, where you looked up back again to find a panting Chanyeol that stared at you with his mouth wide open. You pouted your lips out to surround the tip and kiss it ever so slightly before once again, taking him whole in your mouth, which made him run his hands through his back hair in desperation and moan loudly.

“Oh, fuck…”

“Oh, so you can pronounce swear words in English right…!” You teased him with a smile.

He laughed and looked back down at you, before leaning in to kiss you at the same time he fidgeted with your bra to unclasp it. He then laid you back on the sofa, sat down and put your legs over his lap. He pulled down your trousers to take them off completely, but left your panties on. Your head was resting over a small pillow and you looked at him, feeling self-conscious for the first time in the night.

“What if someone sees us here?”

“They won’t, don’t you worry.”

“How are you so sure?”

He shrugged with a secretive grimace on his face, but he didn’t let you go out talking, as he shushed you and put his fingers over your mouth when you opened it again.

Then, he started trailing your body down, starting at your forehead, grazing over your eyelids softly, putting a finger inside your mouth for you to suck on it, then following the line of your jawline, down your neck, to your collarbones, until he got to your breasts. He used both his hands to play with them, grope them and pinch until your nipples were red and hard, but still wanting more. His fingers travelled down your stomach and over the sides of your hips. When he got to the inner part of your thighs, your skin was completely covered in goosebumps. He then stood up and finally got rid of his trousers and his underpants, and laid down over you; made sure to go over every part his hands had touched before with his lips and tongue. By the time he once again got to your thighs, I was shivering and panting for air. He came back up, levelling his body with yours and using an arm to prop himself up and look at your eyes. His right hand was again at your boobs; he smiled when he saw you bit down on your bottom lip as he pinched your nipples.

His hand came back down, this time, at last, it surpassed the hem of your panties and started rubbing at your core. Your moans filled the room as he inserted two of his long fingers inside you. You threw your head back with the eyes closed in pleasure, and that only made him smile even more. At the same time, his cock was grazing your left thigh, so you reached down to touch stroke him. It quickly became a competition to see who could stand the longer teasing without begging for mercy. His face was now resting at the gap between your neck and your shoulder. You could feel his heavy, not breathing burning your skin and his moans filled your ears with the most delicious and sexy sound you had heard in a long time. You were in fact close to your own release, as his skilled fingers hadn’t stopped working between your clit and your entrance and his lips would, each once in a while, stop their panting to kiss you or to suck at your neck, but you wouldn’t be the one to give up.

You hurried up the pace on his cock, and his head shoot back up, with his face contorted, trying to keep himself from getting off too fast. When you slowed down back again, he opened his eyes to find you grinning smugly up at him and that was what set him off. He pulled his hand out of your core to pump slightly in his cock as he sat up. He didn’t even bother in taking your panties off, he just pushed them to the side and entered you directly and without warning.

Both your moans could be heard again in the room, but none of you cared of keeping them down. You grasped at his strong shoulders as his fast pace threatened to pull you out of the sofa, clawing you nails at the skin and probably leaving a mark or two. He kissed you hastily and your sweat made both your bodies sticky.

As his thrusts became more erratic, you used one hand to stroke your clit in a way that, combined with his cock inside of you and his lips on yours, built up even more heat at your stomach and set off your orgasm. Your moans got louder and louder and Chanyeol had to cover your mouth with his hand at the time he pushed harder and harder each time, finally finding his own release in your body and turning his moans into deep grunts.

You laid on top of each other, gasping as you tried to gain back your breath and coming down for your own high, when something clicked in your mind.

“Did you plan all of this?” You asked, looking at him, who was resting his face on your boobs.

“I might have. Not all of it, though. I wasn’t expecting you to kiss me. I didn’t even know if you’d reject me and never want to talk to me again.”

“But were you faking your English problems?”

“Maybe faking is not the word. Maybe playing it up when I realized it could get me more time with you is more accurate…”

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