#lunew

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Ngl if I get a lunew mention I will lose it!! We deserved a duet with their magical voices 😭😭😭

im really sensitive abt luna like i don't play abt her i listen to every digital single she has released i wish sme to burn for what they did to f(x) as whole bcs to think that luna was abt to stop singing & leave music forever lol lsm u will cough in 5 days ughhhhhhhhh f(shinee) was such a waste in sme's hands like they're literally peak of twin group concept!!!! the fact their concepts mirrored eo, but it never felt like plagiarism (f(x) could do view and SHINee could do 4 walls thats right), their made up english words in their songs, the stage collabs... sigh

and yeah luna and onew voices are so good together, their trot duet is so special to me

[shineerares]

[weatherrgirl]

Onew mentioned Luna during his vlive.

I'll take any f(shinee) crumbs 💎💜

[kittenluna]

181210 Onew Oppa "Your Scent" ❄

[onewistotoro]

[titaniumbadger]

Luna promoting Onew <3

[confess-fx]

I wonder what happened to Luna and Onew over the years. They seemed so touchy feely at one point and then their interactions just... stopped.(anon)

Edited by: Demi

[starkaryen-is-coming]

IF WE DON’T GET F(X) THIS YEAR CAN I AT LEAST GET ANOTHER LUNEW MOMENT JESUS CHRIST I NEED TO LIVE

[taeminuet]

Asphodel: Prequel 1

Title: Asphodel Fandom: SHINee (ft. EXO and f(x) members) Pairings: Lunew Wordcount: 1.5k Rating: R

Previous Chapters

Collab with @eorumverba

“Dad?” Taemin asks from the backseat, playing with the strap of the seatbelt and not looking up, even when Jinki peers through the rearview mirror to get a look at him. He’s been unnaturally quiet the whole ride home – Taemin isn’t known for being a chatterbox exactly, but even when Jinki had asked him if he wanted to get McDonalds for dinner (if they promised not to tell Luna), Taemin had only nodded.

Jinki’s going to get him chicken nuggets anyways, and he hopes they still have those toys Taemin likes in his happy meal. Maybe that will make him feel better.

“What is it, kiddo?” he asks, and looks away from Taemin so that he can drive safely, merging lanes. When the stoplight turns red, Jinki brake and takes the opportunity to turn around and properly look at his son.

Taemin has managed to kick off his nice shoes, settling them in the seat beside him, and one of his socks has a hole around the big toe that Taemin keeps prodding his toe through. Jinki hadn’t been able to find socks to match the rest of Taemin’s nice clothes, and Luna had been busy at school, setting up for meet the teacher night; it’s her first year as a full-fledged teacher, and she wants to impress everyone, wants everyone to see that she can do it. Jinki’s proud of her, but he’s also a little lost when it comes to taking care of Taemin by himself.

Taemin pulls his feet up onto the seat, folding his legs up in front of him. Jinki may not know everything, but he’s pretty sure that’s not a great sign.

“Taemin? You wanna talk about it?” he asks, voice more gentle now.

“Am I a mistake?” Taemin asks, and Jinki freezes. He stares at Taemin for a long moment, speechless, not sure how to answer that. Behind him, a car honks, and Jinki has to spin around and drive, but he has half an eye on Taemin through the rear-view mirror now, and Taemin is looking miserably out the window.

Jinki takes a long moment to find his voice. “Where did you hear that from?” he asks. “Why would you think that?”

“One of the kids at school,” Taemin says, not looking at Jinki. “While you were talking to my teacher. It was after we visited Mommy.”

Jinki bites his lip. He wants to be angry, but he can’t just get furious in front of Taemin. Instead, he takes a few deep breaths. “And why did they say that?”

Taemin shrugs. “I dunno, cuz he was mean,” Taemin says. “Said his parents said it. Said they said I was a mistake because Mommy’s so young.”

Jinki inhales a sharp breath, jaw tightening, fingers clenching on the wheel until his knuckles are white and his fingers hurt.

“Of course you’re not a mistake,” Jinki lies.

He wishes it were true. Taemin is one of the greatest things in his life, but he can’t say that if he were able to go back and do it all again, he would.

He had met Luna at a back-to-school party off campus. She was there with her friend Sulli, who had been in Jinki’s music theory class in the spring. They had hit it off first thing; Luna was a little younger, had just turned 18 and was only just starting her first year, but she was sweet.

She was going into the education program, and Jinki being a music education major, had spent hours talking to her about everything.

They’d made out that night, tipsy and giggling into each others mouths, Jinki a little clumsy with his hands and Luna shushing him and then giggling into his mouth in turn. They hadn’t done anything else, not that night – Sulli had come to find Luna only to find her and Jinki curled up on a couch watching a late-night game show on a fuzzy satellite TV.

And Jinki had assumed that that was it. It was a good night.

And then classes had started up, and Luna had slid into the seat beside him in his afternoon education course and smiles at him, pretty and sweet, asked, “You remember me, right?”

They became friends, easily. Luna had a nice laugh and she liked Jinki’s smile. She sang sometimes to herself and blushed when Jinki told her she had a pretty voice, pushed gently at him and murmured, “Not as good as you. Sing for me!”

They became friends and then they became more. Jinki didn’t have time for a relationship and Luna didn’t want one, but kissing was nice, and Luna’s bed seemed somehow more comfortable than the one in the boy’s dorms. Jinki wasn’t sure when it had become more. From kissing to touching to fooling around.

They’d go to the movies and end up in Luna’s bed, laughing and kissing. They’d study in the library and leave early because Jinki’s hand had been sliding up her thigh under the table. They’d go to a party and end up together at the end of the night, Jinki pressing kisses to Luna’s throat, her chest, fingers gentle around her hips.

When Jinki slipped between her legs, pressing kisses to spots that made her gasp and arch, and when he slid inside her, holding her close and petting her hair as they rocked together, it was because it felt good, felt nice, not because they were in love.

He did love her – she was his best friend, his whole world. But any mention of them dating met with laughter from both of them, because they both knew that kind of love wasn’t romantic, no matter how real it was.

And then Jinki had ruined their lives. Or maybe they both had, because when Luna didn’t show up to class and he went to find her, she was sitting on the edge of her bed, shaking and holding the pregnancy test in her lap. She wasn’t crying. But she was trembling with it, shoulders shaking, and when Jinki touched her now, she fell into his arms and shuddered against him.

“I’m only 18, Jinki. I can’t do this. We can’t do this.”

And Jinki has had nothing to offer her except, “I’m right here. I’m right here, whatever. I’m not leaving you. I’m not abandoning you.”

They got married before she started showing.

Luna smiled in her wedding pictures, even if her parents didn’t, and Jinki held her close because he still loved her. And he was alright with spending his whole life with his best friend, even if he didn’t love her, not like that.

Taemin was born months later, and he loved him too. Jinki and Luna both slowed down, taking half semesters so that they could work and take care of Taemin too. Late nights and early mornings were common, and Jinki learned to get by on too little sleep and too little food and not enough hours in the day still for everything he had to do.

But Taemin would fall asleep to the sound of the piano and to Luna’s singing, and Luna would read him books and Taemin liked to point at the pictures and make up his own stories to go with him. Jinki loved him.

Jinki still loves him. He always will.

“Listen to me, buddy,” he says, pulling into the McDonald’s parking lot and parking so that he can turn around and look at Taemin, still kicking his feet in the back seat. “Your mom and I love you very much. You know that, right?”

Taemin nods a little. “Yeah,” he says, but he only sounds half convinced.

“Tae,” Jinki says, and he reaches into the back seat to tickle Taemin. “You’re my whole world. You and mommy. And I love you both more than anything else in the whole universe, okay?”

Taemin giggles. “Forever and ever?”

“Forever and ever,” Jinki promises.

Taemin smiles, shy but pleased. “Daddy, can I play in the play place if I eat my whole happy meal?”

And Jinki can’t help the grin that breaks across his face at the sight of his son’s smile. “Sure, buddy,” he says, turning off the car so that they can get out and go in instead of going through the drive-through. “We can do that.”

[alwayshinee]

also someone in the youtube comments just violently reminded me of keyber. 

[onewfantaesy]

okay like i dunno if this could fall in the senior boys au buttttt is there ever a time where like jinki took taemin to work for "take your child to work day" or something???

Oh Jinki used to bring Taemin to stuff for the high school all the time. Jinki’s been working there since before Taemin was born, so there are even teachers there who have known Taemin literally since he was in the womb. 

But for example, teachers like rotate who’s on duty for the sports games after school, and there have been plenty of Fridays where Jinki brings Taemin with him to the football games he has to go to.

Since Taemin was a baby, Jinki would bring him to games. He would hold Taemin on his hip and rock him a little bit, and students would come up to him and coo at Taemin and say how cute he was, and when Taemin was like a toddler, he would get super shy and hide his face in Jinki’s shoulder.

Luna used to always come pick Taemin up though once her shift ended.

Once Taemin got to be a toddler and started having his own opinions and stuff, Jinki would ask, “Do you want Mommy to come get you, or do you want to stay with Daddy?”

And a lot of the time, Taemin would say, “Stay with Daddy!” and it always made Jinki’s heart so warm, and he would always be so happy whenever Taemin would want to stay with him. 

Lots of times, the other faculty members will buy Taemin little treats from the snack bar if Jinki approves, and the second they would give it to him, Taemin would light up and run right up to Jinki and just,

“Daddy! Look what I got!” 

And Jinki would either kneel down or pick Taemin up, and Taemin would take a bite and then hold it out for Jinki and just, “Daddy, you have some.”

And Jinki would take a bite and then ask, “What do you say, Taemin?”

And Taemin would hurry back to whoever gave it to him and just, “Thank you!” and then go running back to Jinki giggling.

And Taemin was just the cutest little thing. Everyone loved him.

Jinki isn’t actually allowed to bring Taemin to class, though, for obvious reasons. There was one incident, however, when Taemin was four. His preschool was closed for the day very last minute, and Luna had already left for work. No one could watch Taemin, and so Jinki had to call the principal literally right before he had to leave to get to school on time, and he got permission to bring Taemin in for the day.

Jinki pretty much just had Taemin sit at his desk the whole day and color, but after maybe the first period ends, Taemin slides down from Jinki’s chair and goes up to him with the biggest pout on his face as his next class comes in.

“Daddy, I wanna play school, too,” Taemin tells him.

“You wanna play school?” Jinki asks, and he bends over to pick Taemin up and bring him back to the desk. “Okay, you can play school. Here, sit at Daddy’s desk and take notes, okay? Then you’ll be like a real student.”

“Daddy, I want to be the teacher,” Taemin says.

Many of Jinki’s students laugh at that.

“Well, you have to be a student before you can be a teacher,” Jinki tells him carefully, hoping to avoid a tantrum. “If you be a good student today, Daddy will play school with you when we get home, and you can be the teacher.”

“But I wanna be the teacher now,” Taemin says.

“Right now you have to be a student,” Jinki says sternly. After a long moment of the two of them staring at each other, Taemin slouches.

“Okay,” Taemin mumbles. 

Jinki gives him a piece of paper and pencil so he can “take notes,” but halfway through Jinki’s lesson, Taemin’s little hand shoots in the air. When Jinki notices him, he asks him what’s wrong, but Taemin shakes his head and motions for Jinki to come over to him. Jinki sighs and goes over, and he bends down when Taemin says he has to tell him a secret.

Taemin cups his little hands around Jinki’s ear and whispers loudly, “Daddy, I can’t read.”

Jinki laughs, but he pats one of Taemin’s cheeks and kisses the other before saying, “That’s okay, baby. We’re only playing, remember?”

Taemin pouts, but he stays at the desk when Jinki tells him he has to go back to teaching.

It’s a really cute day, honestly. What I’m trying to say is that Taemin was the cutest kid in the history of forever.

[eorumverba]

Asphodel (8/?)

Title: Asphodel Fandom: SHINee (ft. EXO and f(x) members) Main Pairing: Jongtae Chapter Wordcount: ~1k Chapter Rating: PG-13 (the fic itself will get all he way up to NC-17 at parts; these will be marked) Chapter Warnings: brief violence, brief mentions of blood Collab with @taeminuet! the next chapter will be on her blog next Friday

According to Victorian Flower Language, asphodel is a type of lily meaning ‘my regrets follow you to the grave’

By the time October rolls around, they’re well settled into the new neighborhood, and Jinki’s teaching is going better than ever. Jongin is practically one of the family by now, and Luna is well used to seeing him hanging around the house with Taemin by his side. Taemin’s keeping his grades up and there are kids constantly coming in and out of the piano room; Jinki’s soft, fond voice and the louder plunking of keys fills the silence as Luna busies herself by writing out lesson plans and painting. Taemin often complains how the living room smells of paint: Luna usually has Taemin hang the paintings up to dry in there, and he’ll gripe and tell her they’re so bad, mom, stick to teaching. But whenever he thinks she’s not looking, he stares in awe at the splashes of color decorating the paper. They’ve always been close, close enough that Luna knows that all the jeez, mom, I’m fine, are lies.

Jongin’s standing in the kitchen doorway now, almost awkward as he fidgets with his phone in his hands. He’s just like Taemin, but so not at the same time. “I - um. I was just wondering if I could spend the night? Not - not on a school night, but. You know. I just wanted to make sure-”

“Jongin,” Luna hides her laugh behind her hand, “Jongin, of course you can stay over. Have you told your parents?”

“Not yet, I just wanted to ask you first.” Jongin sounds relieved, and Luna laughs again before beckoning him over.

“Do you like deviled eggs?”

Jongin brightens, nods. “I love them, thanks.” he carefully takes one and eats it in two careful bites - he nods and a smile blossoms on his lips before he carefully takes another. “They’re really good!”

“Oh, hush, it’s not hard to make, silly boy. Take these with you if you’re going up to Tae.”

“I’m-” Jongin’s smile turns shy, “going to practice with Jinki. He’s a very good pianist.”

“He is. He likes you very much. You’re like our-” Luna stops herself, shaking her head before leaning against the counter, “Taemin likes you very much. He doesn’t make friends easily, and I worry about him.”

“He’s cool,” there’s a different smile this time, a lazier one, a more relaxed one, “I like him too. I’m gonna go take these up to Tae and then go down, thank you for the food.”

“Of course, Jongin. Have a good lesson.”

“Thanks, and I really like your paintings, by the way.”

“Thank you, Jongin.”

Parent-teacher conferences are the day after that (October 13), and Jinki leaves with Taemin only a few minutes before it’s set to start. Jongin’s told him that parent-teacher conferences usually last until ten, so before leaving, Jinki tells Luna not to wait for them to eat together. So Luna ends up eating alone (which isn’t that big of a deal, and it’s just leftovers anyway) before writing up a few more fun ideas for class with the kids at the preschool. After that, she goes upstairs to run a hot bath, hand instinctively going to her stomach as the stairs creak beneath her feet. It’s unsettling, being alone in this house for the first time, and she feels almost like someone’s watching her - and if she concentrates, she can almost hear footsteps behind her. There’s no one behind her when she spins around though - but of course there isn’t anyone. Jinki and Taemin and Jongin are all at the school (it’s funny, she thinks, how quickly Jongin has made himself part of the family), and there’s no one else with a key to the house. She’s the only one here.

Luna can just barely hear a laugh and there comes the brush of cold air against her neck, almost as if someone has just brushed her hair back with cold fingers - Luna shakes herself and continues up the stairs, resolving to not read murder mysteries so close to nightfall anymore. (She also decides to leave the lights on instead of just putting on lavender scented candles.) Luna hums to herself as she gets the bathroom ready - bubble bath mix sitting on the rim of the sink, towel resting on the closed lid of the toilet. She realizes only then that she’s left her (not murder mystery) book on nightstand on her side of the bed, and she turns on the hot water before quickly going back to get her book.

When she comes back to the bathroom and reaches blindly for the bubble bath mix, her hand comes up empty and - it’s sitting on top of the towel. Which, okay. Maybe she’d misplaced it, but Luna seriously has her doubts. Bubble bath mix in the tub then, and it’s only when she turns around to glance in the mirror that she sees it: a girl (strangely familiar) in a long white dress. The girl isn’t looking at her and her feet are bare and bloody, leaving a dark trail on the floorboards. Before Luna can even open her mouth to speak, the girl turns and disappears, likely into one of the other rooms. Unsettled, Luna turns around and bends over to turn off the water before going to investigate, but before she can straighten up, a pair of hands shoot up out of the water and wrap around her neck, squeezing tight and only getting tighter. Laughter (the same voice as on the stairs) echoes around her as her vision begins to fade and there are fingers combing gentle through her hair and

She jerks awake, sweating and cold, still in the bedroom - somehow she’d fallen asleep. The tub is still running, and Luna rubs at her neck, unsettled to the core. But there are no bloody footprints in the hall and no girls in white dresses in any of the room, and Luna lets out a little laugh of relief. But of course it’d just been a dream - too many unsettling novels all at once. There’s a smile playing across Luna’s lips as she turns to the mirror before stepping into the tub, but it slips off of her face when she sees the marks on her neck.

It looks just like someone had strangled her.

[jonghyundroppedthesoap]

In Your Eyes

Pairing: Lunew (Onew x Luna)

Word Count: Approx 1000 Summary: Onew, the local barista, has a slight crush on regular customer Luna, making sure to give her small treats at every visit.

Read here on AFF

[weatherrgirl]

[kittenluna]

LUNEW WRITING NIGHT

Let's bring back my OTP for tonight! Send me a scenario in my ask and I'll write a lunew drabble as a response~

[onewistotoro]