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soulmate-game · 4 years ago

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Maribat March 2021 @maribatmarch-2k21

Day 1: Found Family

“Ah! Bonjour!” A cheery voice called, as a short Eurasian girl bound over to the unfairly intimidating mob of tall people with sharp eyes. Chloe had called in a favor. “My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Chloe told me that your tour guide cancelled at the last minute, so she blackmail—sorry, begged me to fill in for them. You are the Wayne’s, non?”

The one at the front of the group, clearly Bruce Wayne since Marinette didn’t live under a rock and had seen the man on several American news broadcasts before, nodded and cleared his throat. Man, was he intimidating. Even when he shot her a dazzling smile that was sure to blind Paparazzi with fake cheer. It was a nice smile, Marinette wasn’t about to deny. But it was empty. Distant. And Marinette wasn’t going to buy it for a second.

“Yes, that’s us. Mademoiselle Bourgeois mentioned she had asked a close friend of hers to take care of our tour.”

Marinette nodded again, clasping her hands behind her back. “I guarantee, you won’t miss anything the tour guide would have shown you. In fact, Chloe mentioned that you all were very curious about the now retired Parisian heroes, right? My former best friend ran the Ladyblog back when they were active. I am more than confident that I can answer any questions you have while we go through the city.”

A boy with a white streak in his hair rose his hand, as if he was in a class and needed to wait to be called on. Which, considering the sheer size of their family, Marinette was actually grateful for. But damn, this was another imposing figure. Slightly taller than even the six-foot-three-inches that Bruce Wayne owned, he was solidly built and rocked a brown leather jacket and ripped black jeans. Marinette smiled and nodded for him to speak.

“How old are you? Because I don’t know if twelve year olds are allowed to do guided tours,” there was an obvious tease in his voice, but there was also legitimate concern in his blue-green eyes. Marinette almost missed that concern amid her quickly building annoyance. She even felt her eyes twitch.

“I’m turning eighteen in a few months if you need to know, Monsieur,” she evened out the bite in her voice with an overly sweet smile. “And if you want to get lost and possibly pickpocketed in the busy streets of Paris, then please continue to make comments on my height. If not, we can begin our tour and you might even enjoy it.”

Several Wayne’s snickered at her comeback, one man in particular elbowing the white haired gentleman with a little too much glee. Even the stoic Bruce laughed softly, and a boy with enough bags under his eyes to make the airport jealous nearly fell over himself with his suppressed laughter.

The man himself just snorted, sending her a lopsided smirk that oddly radiated approval. It was almost as if she had passed some sort of test.

“My name’s Jason, Pixie. You already know B. The guy trying to break my ribs,” he pointedly shoved off the one who had elbowed him, “is Dick. He’s Bruce’s first adoptive casualty. The one that looks like a zombie is Tim, we might need to take a break to get him more coffee before he passes out halfway through. The one who hasn’t stopped glaring at you is Damian, the badass redhead is Barbara but we all call her Babs. The annoying blonde is Stephany, the other cool badass over there is Cass. She doesn’t talk much. And the one trying to pretend he doesn’t know us is Duke.”

Each member he introduced gave her a little wave or nod. Even Damian managed a short nod of acknowledgement before resuming his glare. He looked to be a couple years younger than her, so she just brushed it off as teenage drama.

“Alright then! It is very nice to meet you all. Now, Chloe did inform me that you guys are very multilingual, which is another reason she asked me instead of one of our other friends. If you ever need it, I obviously am fluent in both French and English. But added to that, I am fluent in Cantonese, Mandarin, Italian, and I know basic survival Japanese. I also know French Sign Language, though I’m not sure if that’s very useful for you unfortunately. If you ever need to communicate non-verbally, I will do my best to accommodate that. Now, I believe you guys were scheduled to start the tour with a visit to the Louvre, non? Right this way.”

As Marinette led the large group out of the Grand Paris, they didn’t bother taking time to admire the sights before asking questions.

“Have you ever met one of the heroes?” Dick, who might have been shorter than Jason and Bruce but was muscular enough to still inspire caution (and admiration), asked. His blue eyes seemingly stared right through Marinette as he continued; “If you’re almost eighteen, then they must have been active through a lot of your school career.”

Marinette smiled. “They did only retire last year,” she agreed with a nod. “Yes, I have met all of the Parisian heroes at least once,” she snorted at a stray thought. “In fact, I met Chat Noir quite a lot. You see, my old College was basically ground zero for a lot of akuma attacks. And by a lot, I mean a majority of them,” she shook her head before pausing to get everyone to cross a street. “After a while, Chat Noir started calling me ‘princess’ to make fun of how often he had to save me. He’s an annoying ass.”

Despite her words, everyone behind her could easily hear the fondness there. They all traded glances. What if this was a Lois and SuperMan situation? Regardless, they all had a suspicion that Marinette knew more about the heroes than she let on. Or, at least more about Chat Noir.

“When you say that your school was a hotspot for Akuma attacks,” Bruce spoke up cautiously, his Dad Senses going haywire. He didn’t like how nonchalantly she had said it— she was far too casual. Sure enough, he watched as the muscles between her shoulders stiffened slightly at the conversation change. “What do you mean? Surely it couldn’t have been that bad if the school is still around.”

Marinette sucked her teeth, grimacing. “The school is still there, yeah, but only because of Ladybug’s ability. You’ve heard about the Cure, right?” It was Tim who answered her;

“Yeah. It fixed the damage done during a fight, right?” He asked, tilting his head a little. Marinette ignored her brief thought that the gesture made him look like a curious puppy. She sighed.

“Yeah. But when they say damage, they mean everything. Injuries, collateral. Death,” she said the last example darkly, far too much weight behind the word for it to be meaningless. She heard Jason hiss in sympathy. “But there are good things. The Cure also erased anyone’s memories of dying besides the vague knowledge that it did happen, so there isn’t much trauma there to unpack. Not as much as there could have been anyway,” she assured them. “And I’m one of the lucky ones. I never died, and I was never Akumatized.”

“Hmph,” Damian’s voice cut through the brief silence that followed her admission. She looked back at him to see his sharp green eyes staring right into her. “You don’t honestly believe that’s lucky.” It wasn’t a question. Marinette clenched her jaw, turning around and ignoring him.

Because, no. It wasn’t luck. It wasn’t lucky that she was the only one that remembered everything— all of the deaths, all of the Akumatizations, everything that others mercifully forgot. Since she lived through all of it, she remembered all of it. And survivor’s guilt is nothing to scoff at.

But she wasn’t about to reveal her trauma, or at the very least the full scope of it, to people she had just met and was leading on a tour.

“If you look to the left, you’ll see a statue that was made depicting Ladybug and Chat Noir back during the first years of their activity,” she suddenly told them, gesturing to the still-standing statue. Nobody missed the obvious topic change, but nobody commented on it either. Turns out the statue was something they had been looking forward to seeing in person, Tim even went up to take a few photos with his camera. Barbara took a few circles around the statue, easily pivoting her wheelchair around it as if she was trying to see every angle and imperfection possible. Marinette couldn’t help but chuckle fondly at the sight.

“Your family are pretty big fans, huh?” She asked Cass and Duke, the only ones that had stayed back with her. Duke snorted, and Cass gave her a small grin.

“They like to keep up to date with all the heroes,” Duke answered with a shrug. “Since we’re so high profile, it isn’t weird for us to be saved by one here or there even when we’re away from Gotham.”

Marinette just gave him an odd look, furrowing her brows. “But the Miraculous team has been disbanded since HawkMoth was defeated,” she reminded them. “There’s no need for them to save anybody anymore.”

“Old habits,” Cass spoke up softly, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes locked with Marinette’s. “Not easy to break.”

The smaller woman had a feeling that Cass wasn’t talking about her family’s habit of keeping up to date on heroes.

“Alright! We need to head to the next stop or we might not have time to see everything!”

The tour went pretty similarly. The walks between stops were pleasant, and filled with questions about the period of time where HawkMoth was active. Marinette wasn’t even the least bit surprised nor put off; everyone was curious about those years now that the tourism restriction was lifted and people could ask freely about it. Besides the many questions about the Heroes, Marinette found the group to be very pleasant company. They were polite, but also rowdy in a very endearing way. She caught a lot of inside jokes they had with each other, and a lot of good natured teasing and fighting. They even managed to rope her into it somehow, and she found herself snidely teasing Damian or casually threatening Tim with not allowing them a coffee break. She even got to ride on Jason’s shoulders for a bit after he made another comment on her height that she Did Not Appreciate. But the ride she got made it worth it.

But soon the sun was high in the sky, and it was about time for them to take a lunch break. They had all been walking for hours with only a few chances to rest, and honestly Marinette was impressed that none of them seemed too tired out by it.

“Alright,” she put her hands on her hips proudly. “Since some of you won’t stop whining about needing coffee or being hungry— Dick, don’t you dare buy anything from that vendor! I’m gonna lead you all to my parent’s bakery so we can have lunch and caffeinate all of you. And conveniently enough,” she smiled widely. “The bakery is right across the street from my old College! So you’ll be able to get a look at where the majority of Akuma attacks happened, and maybe I can tell you a few specific stories if you want,” she offered. There were a couple cheers (Tim and Dick) from the crowd and everyone seemed pretty pleased with the next step in their tour. Smiling, Marinette turned and began to lead them in the direction of her home.

Sirens blared, a fire truck zooming down the street next to them.

Headed in the same direction.

Marinette frowned, watching it go. “That’s weird. I hope everyone’s okay, whatever happened,” she mused idly. But as they kept going forward, the sirens didn’t get any softer. If anything, they started getting louder again after a while. Marinette was visibly concerned by then, her pace picking up. “This is my neighborhood,” she told the solemn group behind her. “I know everyone on this street—“ they rounded the corner, and Marinette stopped in her tracks. Her world ground to a halt.

There was the fire truck, stopped right in front of her bakery.

Which was completely ablaze.

A string of curses flew out of her mouth, the little Eurasian wasting no more time before sprinting towards the building. She could hear people yelling at her to wait, slow down, stop! But she ignored them. The only thing on her mind was that her home was on fire.

“Marinette! Wait!” Dick reached out to grab her arm, but like a snake Marinette easily slipped out of his grip and continued forward. Steph was next, deciding to just tackle Marinette— to no avail. The Parisian just shouldered the bigger woman off of her with pure adrenaline fueling her muscles, and everyone else knew by then that they could not stop her. The Wayne’s decided all they could do was jog behind Marinette, keeping her in sight as they tried to gauge the damage.

“The top floors don’t look like they have even been touched by the fire yet,” Tim whispered, though his eyes flew between the building and their tour guide. Marinette was speaking rapidly with a firefighter that wasn’t immediately busy, trying to get information. But before anyone could decipher what was said, Marinette tore a large strip off the bottom of her shirt and tied it in a hasty mask around her mouth.

“Wait!” Bruce was the first to realize what was happening, with his years of experience with self sacrificing children and their stupid stunts. But Marinette managed to kick him away before he could grab her, dashing into the inferno without paying any heed to the many protests that followed her.

The group of Gothamites could do nothing but watch the flaming building, then. If they went inside, it would only overcrowd a hazardous area. Minutes passed, and there was movement in the fire. Out of the doorway came Marinette and a firefighter, both having to work together to carry the body of a large man outside. The sight of the man made the Gotham family blink— he was as big as Bane! And that was nothing to scoff at. But despite his unusual size and muscle mass, the man had all the signs of being a normal civilian.

Marinette didn’t stop there. She ran back in. Coming out a lot more quickly this time with a barely conscious Asian woman— everyone saw the resemblance between her and this new woman immediately.

It had to be her mother.

“Shit,” Duke hissed. Nobody else could say a word. It wasn’t looking good, and this wasn’t a situation where random vigilantes showing up out of nowhere could actually help. Not this late into the fire. Bruce’s hands curled into fists.

The woman that everyone guessed was Marinette’s mother was suddenly struck by lucidity; she gasped and grabbed at Marinette’s hand without seeming to see who she was even talking to. A single word that none of the Waynes could hear left her throat, and judging by Marinette’s returning panic it hadn’t been good.

She rushed right back into the building, and came back out with the last firefighter who had been searching inside.

Marinette carried a child. She screamed out in panicked French;

“She’s not breathing! I need first aid now!”

That was their cue. The firefighters started their hoses, focusing on getting rid of the flames now that nobody was left inside the building. Bruce and Damian got to Marinette first, and this time she listened as they instructed her to set the child down. Damian, being smaller and having more hands-on medical knowledge, took charge of the resuscitation. Marinette sat there silently, eyes riveted to the small child— a girl.

But Marinette wasn’t reacting like a normal civilian to tragedy. She was eerily calm, eyes focused and barely concealing a terrible rage. She took over chest compressions when Damian started to lose momentum, not giving up.

But then the EMTs arrived, and it was only five minutes with the child hooked onto oxygen that the news arrived—

Marinette heard the monitors on the ambulance flatline before she even registered what people were trying to tell her. Manon. Manon was—

Marinette didn’t register Nadya Chammack at first. She was just another body in the quickly growing sea of them. That is, until she heard Nadya’s pained shriek. A mother who had just lost her baby girl.

“Perhaps we should head back,” Bruce offered softly, giving Marinette space but keeping a keen eye on her. He saw her begin to tremble, then shake. He was pretty sure he could hear the grinding of her teeth for a second before she went still. Just… all movement stopped, the tears that had been building just falling silently for a second before they ended.

And he recognized that carefully practiced emptiness in her bluebell eyes. The same emptiness he had seen in Damian’s eyes when he had first arrived at the Manor. The same emptiness he saw in Dick’s eyes in the days following his parent’s deaths.

The same emptiness he saw in the mirror, every time he had another nightmare about the day Jason had been taken from him, years ago.

Suddenly he could imagine all too well exactly what kind of strength she had to have, to avoid her negative emotions ever being used against her during Hawkmoth’s reign. Especially if she had constantly been dealing with her friends and family being Akumatized and/or dying on multiple occasions.

She didn’t even seem to have heard him. Bruce sighed.

“I called Chloe,” Barbara informed everyone solemnly, holding up her phone for emphasis. “She’ll be here in five.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Chloe hadn’t come alone. With her had been Adrien Agreste, former model when his father hadn’t been… well, in prison. Nowadays he was just a normal student who occasionally gave lectures on neglect and child abuse, and how to help children in those situations.

And, apparently, he was also Marinette’s closest friend. Even more so than Chloe. As soon as they arrived back at the Grand Paris, Chloe herded everyone up into her suite and she and Adrien surrounded Marinette with pillows and blankets. Adrien curled around Marinette like an affectionate cat, and Damien even swore he heard the guy purr at some point

“We should probably leave,” Bruce whispered to their hostess, who looked inbetween him and her friends for a moment before jerking her head towards the door.

“I wanna talk to you first,” Chloe whispered back. Once they all filed out into the hallway and the door was safely closed, Chloe took a breath. “First, I want to tell you that I got a call from the hospital. Marinette’s father is stable, but in a coma right now.”

“Is that the man who looked like he could bench press a car for fun?” Dick asked, earning a weak grin from the Bourgeois heiress.

“Yeah, that’s him. But…” Chloe’s face fell, and she looked around as if to double check nobody was eavesdropping. She still lowered her voice anyway. “Her mother, Sabine. She…” Chloe swallowed a lump in her throat, images of the extremely kind Chinese woman flashing through her mind without permission. “She didn’t make it.”

Several people took a sharp breath, acknowledging everything that had gone so wrong for Marinette on a day that had started so perfectly.

“The smoke?” Cass asked gently, but Chloe winced and shifted on her feet.

“No. They… there were rope marks on Sabine’s neck,” Chloe clenched her eyes shut at the admission. “Marinette’s dad might be big, but he’s not a fighter. Sabine, though… Sabine was. She was raised in a martial arts family back in China. I’ve seen Sabine take down five men at once, all twice her size,” Chloe kicked her lips, shaking her head in disbelief. “Somebody knew… somebody knew that the little Chinese woman was a threat but the big baker with tons of muscle was harmless.”

Nobody took that well. Not only had Marinette just lost her home and half of her family, but her father was in a coma and it had all been foul play.

“Okay,” Bruce nodded once the news had time to sink in. They could help with this; this was their specialty. They might have only known Marinette for six hours, but she had made a big impression. It wasn’t just anybody that could mesh with his family so seamlessly in that short span of time. “Is there anything else?”

“I want you to get temporary custody of her,” Chloe said it the way only Chloe Bourgeois could. With her back straight, chin high, and the tone of a woman who expected to be listened to or else she’d make life Hell for the person that didn’t take her seriously. Bruce could only blink.

“Can I ask for your reasoning?”

“Marinette has been closing herself off more and more over the years,” Chloe admitted. “Hawkmoth’s reign was hard on her. Only Adrien really knows everything she went through during those years. But even after the disbanding of the team, she hasn’t… she hasn’t allowed herself to get close to anybody new. That’s why I tricked her into doing your tour. She needed to socialize with new people, and if she wouldn’t do it herself then I had to pull some strings.”

A few eyebrows raised at the admission that Chloe had fully planned for Marinette to be their tour guide the whole time. It honestly seemed like the kind of well meaning manipulation that one of them would try to pull off.

“She likes you,” Chloe’s voice went soft again, showing how uncharacteristically serious she was about that fact. “She was comfortable enough to let you guys carry her back here. To let you try to help Manon. That might not seem like a big deal to you, but it says a lot to me and Adrien. And… getting her away from Paris for a while is probably a good idea. She was planning to go to Gotham for university anyway.”

The Waynes traded glances before Bruce crosses his arms and asked some more questions first. Doesn’t Marinette have other family? Answer; only her grandmother, who travels all the time and nobody ever knows where she is until she shows up. Bruce agreed that Gina Dupain didn’t exactly seem like a good candidate for Marinette’s new guardian with that description. But finally, to none of his children's surprise, he did end up agreeing.

“But,” he held up a single finger. “We’ll Wait here in Paris for a week, so that she can try to salvage everything she can from her house and so we can get an idea on how her father is doing. There’s still a chance he’ll come out of his coma fairly quickly. And of course, we will only go through with this if Marinette agrees when we ask her tomorrow.”

Chloe agreed to those terms, looking like a weight had been lifted off of her.

Chloe never cut corners when taking care of her hive. And if that meant making sure that her brave soldier bee could move on to start a new hive, one that was better equipped to take care of her, then Chloe would do everything she could to help that move. And really; Chloe was far more resourceful and observant than people gave her credit for. The butts definitely matched, and Bruce Wayne was her last hope to get Marinette the support she needed. Outside of Adrien, anyway.

Chloe took a breath, watching the Waynes trickle off into their own rooms. Marinette was like the little sister she never wanted, but grew to love more than anything. Though, Chloe knew she really chose Marinette as her sister the same way they both chose Adrien as their brother. She just didn’t want to admit she was sentimental like that. But Chloe knew that someone like Marinette needed a bigger family. More support.

She could only hope that Marinette and the Waynes grew to become family for her like she and Adrien had. Kwami knew that Marinette needed all the help she could get for the foreseeable future.

“You did good, my Queen.”

“I know, Pollen. Now we just have to find out who dared hurt my hive.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Dude this took so long to write, but I’m actually really proud of it. Probably gonna take this Maribat March a little differently than last year, and make a few longer stories by connecting some of the prompts together. Maybe each week will be a full story? Idk I’ll figure it out. I know I’m behind but I’m working on it.

I tried to keep the angst out, but it found it’s way in here anyway. Oh well!

#mlb x dc #ml x dc #maribat #maribat march 2021 #Maribat March 2k21 #platonic brucinette #found family #day 1 #Maribat March #day 1 found family #I was a little late but oh well

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socialwriter · 4 years ago

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For a Kook - Ptersparkers’ Writing Challenge

Gif credit to @popemaybank

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

Requested by @obx-direction-sos : so the scene with “tell kiara she looks pretty hot for a pogue.” what about being on and off with rafe and jj is all like “tell y/n she looks pretty hot for a kook”

Summary: A dance with JJ leads to a jealous Rafe and a confession of feelings

1.9k+ words

TW: Cursing, fighting, jealous Rafe, self doubt/insecurity on reader’s behalf

A/n: Ok so this is a part of @ptersparkers writing challenge, and I really wanted to challenge my self so I wrote my first full on Rafe fic. Hope y’all enjoy <3

“Hey Rafe, could you help me with the zipper on this thing?” You shout out into the hallway of his house, awkwardly struggling with the zipper at the back of your emerald dress. You were already running late because your mother had made you help her redecorate the grand foyer of your house, and this dress was certainly not helping you make up on lost time. “Yeah su- woah.”

You turn around to see Rafe standing in the doorway of the guest room which you had been getting ready in, mouth slightly ajar. “What, did I smudge my eyeliner, I had an itch and I knew I scratched too hard damn it Y/n.” Before you can check your makeup in the mirror, Rafe places his hand on your shoulder, effectively stopping your rambling. “No, it's not that it's just..you look gorgeous,” he says, causing your face to heat and a blush to form on your cheeks, a sight he always loved to see. “Just zip the dress up lover boy.”

He complies with your command, zipping up the dress before grabbing the floral crown laying on the vanity and placing it on your head. You grin and turn to face him, feeling giddy about finally being ready to go before your eyes land on his neck. “Seriously, how do you still not know how to tie a bowtie Rafe?” He rolls his eyes, pretending to be offended by your comment, when in reality he had purposefully tied the bowtie poorly so that you would do it for him. He thought it was adorable the way your nose scrunched up in concentration when you tied it, and he didn’t mind being so close to you as well. Of course, he would never tell you that. Your relationship was complex to say the least, an unspoken agreement of exclusivity between the two of you even though your relationship had never been made official. Due to his relationship with his father, Rafe struggled with emotional vulnerability. Even though you two were certainly more than friends, he had an innate fear of rejection that kept him from telling you how he felt about you and making you officially his.

“Rafe! Y/n! Hurry up, we’re already late!” You hear Rose shout out downstairs, so you grab Rafe’s hand and drag him to where the rest of his family is waiting. “Took you long enough,” Wheezie adds through a grin, causing you to roll your eyes and ruffle her hair a little. “Yeah yeah little nugget, I know.” The six of you all pile into a car and head off to the country club, where the Cameron family is supposed to make their grand entrance.

Rafe had, somehow, convinced you to walk in with them on his arm, which you were now seriously regretting, considering it felt like almost everyone in the place was looking at you. Judging your dress, your hair, your flower crown, your body. You shrink into Rafe’s side, trying to make yourself appear just a little bit smaller, which he notices. “Something wrong love?” You nod timidly, your usually confident nature seemingly gone. “I feel like everyone’s staring at me,” you whisper, causing Rafe to frown. He places a lingering kiss on the top of your head before gently taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to look at him. “Of course everyone’s staring love, they want to catch a glimpse of the prettiest girl in this place.” You roll your eyes at his remark, feeling too self conscious to come up with a witty comeback.

“Tell you what. How about, for the rest of the night, the two of us hang out together. Dance, sneak a little wine or champagne, and forget about all the asshole socialites stinking up the place. How does that sound, princess?” Rafe’s proposal puts a small smile on your face, and you nod a little. “Sounds alright. You promise that's all that's gonna happen tonight?”

“Promise.”

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Long story short, Rafe had not upheld his promise. After about two songs of you two dancing your hearts out, Ward had pulled Rafe away on some business. He had claimed that he would be gone for five minutes max, but that was over thirty minutes ago. Now you were currently sitting at a table near the dance floor, mindlessly stirring the ice cubes in your soda with your staw, when a hand comes into your peripheral vision. “Care to dance?” The voice of JJ Maybank asks you.

You lazily glance over at him, quirking a brow. “And what is the one and only JJ Maybank doing at the kook event of the season? I would assume that you’d hate stuff like this.”

“Some of us need to work to eat doll,” he quips back, though something tells you that’s not the reason why he’s here. “So, that dance?” You glance around one more time, and since you don’t see Rafe, you take the blond’s hand, standing and following him to the dance floor.

“So what's a pretty girl like yourself doing sitting here by yourself?” JJ questions, twirling you around. “I would’ve thought you’d be spending the night with your boyfriend.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You respond, taking a step towards him again once you’ve finished spinning.

“Then what do you call you and Rafe.”

The fiery red blush on your cheeks is impossible to hide. Sure, you’d always had feelings for Rafe, and your relationship was far from a normal friendship, but did people really see you two as lovers? “Just dip me Maybank.” You mumble, and luckily he complies.

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Unfortunately for you and JJ, Kelce had spotted you two as soon as JJ had asked you to dance. Knowing you and Rafe were unofficially official, as well as wanting something interesting to happen before the night was over, he figured telling Rafe would both follow the bro code and likely start a fight. He found Rafe talking to some wrinkly old executive, telling the old man a half assed excuse about ‘business matters’ before pulling Rafe off to the side. “Listen dude, I think Maybank is trying to hit on Y/n or something, I saw the two of them talking by the dance floor.”

Thoughts are spiraling through Rafe’s head, but the thought that's the loudest in his mind at the moment is how he’s going to beat JJ’s ass. Fuming, he makes his way to the dance floor just in time to see JJ say something that makes you blush furiously and then dip you. He angrily makes his way over to the two of you, Kelce following close behind, and places a hand on JJ’s shoulder, spinning him around. “Was wondering if you could get me a mai tai my friend?” Rafe asks, venom coating each word.

Seeing the steam fuming from Rafe, you gulp nervously. This couldn’t end well. “Rafe, JJ was just keeping me company while you were gone, there’s need to be upset.” You place your hand on his arm in an attempt to calm him down, but he just shrugs you off. Before you know it, JJ’s run off inside, and Rafe, along with Kelce and three other kooks, have all followed him inside. You helplessly look around for a moment for someone, anyone, that could help you. You certainly couldn’t fend of all five boys, and neither could JJ. Your eyes catch one of the security guards, and you figure that's your best bet at stopping Rafe. While you were worried for JJ’s safety, you were even more worried about Rafe. God knows what Ward would do if Rafe did anything stupid on tonight of all nights.

You tell the guard that there was a problem going on inside, and the two of you search the country club until hearing a commotion in the men’s locker. When you enter, you see Kelce holding JJ in a chokehold, Rafe rearing up to make a hit, and the other three kooks spectating, not doing a damn thing. “What is going on here?” The guard questions, even though it's quite clear to everyone else in the room. However, JJ, ever the smart ass, starts going on about ‘trespassing’ and ‘being escorted’, so the guard takes the pogue by the arm and the two men approach the exit. However, when JJ meets your eyes, a smirk forms on his lips, and you can tell that he plans on getting one final jab in at Rafe before he leaves.

“Hey Y/n, I really liked dancing with you tonight. Ya know you’re really pretty...for a kook.”

Rafe lunges towards JJ, but before he reaches him, you step between the two boys, holding your hands up. “Rafe, please, don’t. It's not worth it.” Rafe growls, scaring you slightly, but you hold your ground. “Get out of my way Y/n so I can teach this little punk a lesson.” Luckily, when you glance behind you, it looks as though JJ and the guard had left the locker room, so you didn’t have to hold Rafe back anymore. “Do you want to maybe go outside and get some air?” You question, gently grabbing his hand. He lets out a deep breath but nods, and the two of you make your way out to an area at the front of the country club, away from the hustle and bustle of the events of the night.

“You shouldn’t have held me back. The asshole made a comment about you and he deserved what was coming for him.”

You huff and shake your head, looking out at the greenery in front of the country club. “You know he just said that to wind you up. Why’d you even start the fight in the first place? You promised me that this would be a nice night, just the two of us.”

Rafe falters slightly, guilt suddenly flooding him. “I saw you two dancing together,” he mumbles under his breath.

“What?”

“I saw the two of you together. He said something that made you blush and was being all suave with you and I..got jealous.”

Glancing over at Rafe, you see him biting his lip, clearly nervous, and looking anywhere but at you. “Ya know Rafe,I wanted to be there, dancing with you.”

“Don’t lie to me princess.”

“Rafe look at me.” You grab both his hands, causing him to reluctantly look you in the eye. “When have I ever lied to you?” When he doesn’t answer, a small smile forms on your lips. “I never have, and never will. You wanna know what JJ said that made me blush so hard? He called you my boyfriend. And it caught me off guard, because Rafe, I’ve been in love with you for the longest time and f-” you’re cut off by Rafe smashing his lips against yours, but you quickly recover and return the kiss. It feels like fireworks are going off, and if you had to describe the perfect kiss, this would be it. All the passion and emotion between you two is expressed without a single word being said, your mouths doing all the talking.

Eventually, you pull away, slightly out of breath. “Y/n L/n, I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. Can we make whatever this is between the two of us official? So that I am yours and yours alone, and that you are mine?” He brings a hand up to cup your cheek, stroking the delicate skin with the pad of his thumb. Instinctively, you take your own hand and place it on top of his, relishing in the contact. “I would love nothing more.”

Tagging moots that are also Rafe hoes 😌: @normatural @sortagaysortahigh @softstarkey @stargazingstarkey @anonymous0writer @drew-starkey @drewsephsmiles @girlsru1eboysdroo1 @jayjaymaebank @downbytheouterbanks @butgilinsky @queenk00k @letsgofullkook @jjmbanks

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flooffybits · 4 years ago

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Being Yours

Idol: Kim Jungeun (Loona)

Anon: Kim Lip x 13th member where they’re hiding their relationship from the members and lip isn’t fully ready to come out but members end up finding out. Fluff with a little angst

A/n: Since this actually fits well with my other Kim Lip fic, you might be able to consider this the prequel to My Baby

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“Aren’t you tired?” Your girlfriend’s soft voice suddenly filled your ears as she continued to play with your fingers. Even with your eyes closed, you could already tell that she was looking at you the same way she always did when she was worried.

With your head on her lap and both of your fingers laced together, you let out a hum before taking a peek at the blonde, seeing her face upside down due to the position you were in. “It was just practice. We’ve been doing this for a year now. I think a few hours of practice can’t wear me out.” You reply in a light tone that makes her roll her eyes.

“Yeah, but you have some of the harder parts this time. Can I not worry about my girlfriend?” You know you should be more considerate, but hearing her call you her girlfriend always made a smile appear on your face.

You could never get tired of hearing her say it even after a few months of dating.

Automatically, she rolls her eyes at your goofy smile before poking your forehead while her face flushed. Even with the time you spent together, she would still get flustered and it became oh so difficult to keep her composure around everyone else.

“Stop smiling like that. You look like an idiot.” But despite her words, she’s smiling, too. And that was all you really wanted to see.

“Well, I am your idiot, so I think that works fine.” She lightly pushes you, laughing when you make a sound of protest before grabbing her hands again. “No! I need my cuddles!” You whine and she shakes her head at your childish antics before leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Stop being so cheesy or else you won’t get any.” A pout forms on your lips that it makes the blonde internally aww. She frees one hand to place on your cheek, caressing it with the pad of her thumb as she carefully studied your face with a soft smile. “If you keep staring at me like that, I just might kiss you.” You breathed out and her expression doesn’t change.

Instead, her eyes flicker to your lips before moving back to your eyes and you move so that you’re finally sitting up, holding both her hands once more and resting them on your lap.

“Are you sure?” You asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper while she takes a quick glance at the door. “The door is closed.” She whispers and you nod once at the affirmation, a little relieved that she was a lot more comfortable at the moment when it came to being this affectionate.

Though you’ve been dating for a while, neither of you have actually told your members due to the fact that your girlfriend just wasn’t ready. Though she wasn’t ashamed of being with you, she was just scared of what the others might say. You were in the same group and you were both girls. She was terrified that this relationship might end up causing an internal conflict between you and the rest of the girls.

And it was even more terrifying to think that you would be forced to break up if things do go bad.

Thus, right as you were about to close the gap between you, Jungeun flinched back while instinctively smacking you with a pillow and successfully shoving you back down on the bed when the door swung open and your roommate, Hyunjin waltzed inside, pausing when she saw the two of you.

You let out a groan while rolling onto your stomach and looking to meet the newcomer. “Hey Hyunjin.” You waved weakly and she furrowed her brows. “That looked like it hurt.” She joked, though with the force your girlfriend putting in swinging it at your face, it kinda did.

“It was just a pillow. No biggie.” You waved off while sitting back up. “What’s up?” As guilty as she was, Jungeun did her best in playing it cool while your fellow 00′s liner pointed outside. “Yeojin was asking to go out for dinner, so Haseul unnie and Vivi unnie decided to have everyone come.”

“It has been a while since we all ate together.” You agreed while hopping to your feet. Jungeun quietly got off the bed and put the pillow back in its proper place before Hyunjin spoke again. “What were you two doing here, though? We didn’t know where either of you were, but I wasn’t expecting Kim Lip to be here.”

The blonde flinches but quickly smiles, laughing lightly that it almost makes you wince with how she’s trying to force herself to act fine after nearly getting caught. “We were just talking about the comeback.” She replies while snatching her phone from your nightstand and then adjusting the hoodie - your hoodie - she had on.

“Okay, but you should get ready to go soon. The others are getting really hungry.” Hyunjin smiles before exiting the room once more to inform the others that you would be out in a while.

Sighing, Jungeun looks at you when you silently grab your phone and head to your closet to grab a sweater for the chilly night air. “Y/n?” She calls out to you in a careful tone, but you simply hum in reply.

A frown forms on her lips as she makes her way over to you and gently reaches for your hand. “Look, I’m sorry for hitting you. I panicked.” She apologizes when you pause from looking through your things.

“I’m not mad.” You say quietly, but you can’t bring yourself to look at her face because it hurt.

You knew you couldn’t come out to the others because it just wasn’t fair to her, but it hurt when she had to pretend that you weren’t at least friends. Most times, she would pretend that you were just bandmates just to be less suspicious but all it’s done is make your other members question whether or not you got along with each other.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” She asks sadly, though knowing full well what it was that was bothering you. “I’m just looking for something to wear. You can go ahead.” Slipping your hand from hers, you proceed to look for whatever it is you wanted and Jungeun is left standing right behind you.

Nibbling on her lip, she glances at you and the door a few times, and when she understands that you were not going to say anything, she finally resigns and quietly leaves the room.

With finally being left alone, you let your head drop while your hands stop on one of your jackets. You know it isn’t her fault, you remind yourself. She needs it, you quietly do your best in convincing yourself that things would be fine.

So, wiping the tears that made their way to your eyes, you finally pick up the jacket and put in on while exiting your room to join the rest of your members, smiling softly when they called your name.

“Y/n seems different lately.” Jungeun tilts her head at her fellow leader who nodded in your direction when you accompanied Yeojin to the restroom. “How so?” She asks before Sooyoung shrugs her shoulders. “I’m not sure. Maybe it’s because of the concept, but she seems much more mature.” She stated when she refilled her bowl.

“Y/n looks really cool when she’s wearing the performance outfit. I’m sure a lot of Orbits are going to love it.” Jinsoul butted in and Sooyoung immediately agreed. “That’s right. She looks like a princess, so pretty.” Somehow, hearing her friends gushing about you made her feel a bit uneasy, but Jungeun couldn’t say anything to make them stop. “We wear the same clothes though.” She points out, but Jinsoul waves her hands excitedly. “I know, but she makes it look so different.”

“And when she’s dancing, she has amazing stage presence!” Sooyoung clapped her hands, eyes wide in awe while Jinsoul nodded frantically. “You guys sound like weirdos.” Junguen tells them, her jealousy slowly bubbling inside her as they continued to fangirl over you.

Hyejoo looked to the trio in confusion, being she sat across from them. “What are you going on about?” She asked and Sooyoung quickly looked as she saw you and Yeojin coming back, taking your seats next to Vivi and Haseul.

“I might have a crush on her.” Jinsoul gasped while Jungeun nearly choked on her drink when they heard Sooyoung’s sudden admission while Hyejoo seemed even more curious about the conversation. “Who?”

“Y/n.”

“What about Y/n?” Hyunjin asked and Sooyoung felt a bit flustered with having to say it again and having more of the girls find out. But Hyejoo seemed to beat her to it with the shocked look that was plastered on her face. “You have a crush on Y/n unnie?” The dark haired girl gaped and Hyunjin’s head quickly snapped toward Sooyoung while she rubbed her neck in embarrassment. “Shut up, she might hear!”

Jinsoul felt the girl next to her stiffen and glanced to see her knuckles turning white while she gripped her chopsticks in a vice like grip. “Uh, you okay there?” She couldn’t help but ask and your girlfriend cleared her throat before she’s leaning back, stealing a glance in your direction before she’s shoving more food into her mouth. “Perfectly fine.” She muttered.

“No! I don’t want unnie to date you.” Hyejoo rejected with a look of horror. “Why not? We would be cute though.” Sooyoung protested, but the younger girl would not budge. “I like unnie and I don’t like you. If she starts to date you, I’m going to be forced to tolerate you.” Sooyoung gasped while holding a hand to her chest. “After I looked after you, this is how you repay me?” She exaggerates, making the girl roll her eyes before she’s taking a bite of her food. “I still don’t approve. Unnie can date anyone else but you.” Chaewon chuckles next to her and Jinsoul and Jiwoo both giggle at the look Sooyoung gives the younger girl.

Jungeun, on the other hand, needed a break from all the talk of Sooyoung’s crush on you. She looked down to focus on her food but hearing your voice not too far away and remembering that you weren’t talking to her had further dampened her mood.

While you were busy laughing and conversing with Heejin, Yerim, and Yeojin, she could taste the bitterness on her tongue that it made her suddenly lose her appetite.

So while you made jokes and acted like you usually did with everyone, Junguen was left sitting there, halfheartedly listening to what the rest of your group was saying while she poked at her food.

Later at home, she’ll come to you when everyone else is busy, just so she can properly apologize and she needs the reassurance that you aren’t going to let go of her anytime soon.

“It’s okay, really. I guess I was just being a bit insensitive.” She wants to cry when you hold her tightly in your arms because she knows that she doesn’t deserve the kindness you were willingly giving her when she chose to hide your relationship from your own friends.

It was clear that you were extremely happy when you had gotten together and you were so excited to tell them, but you had to hold yourself back every time. She sees it when you come back from dates or when there’s something you remember doing with her. There’s a spark in your eyes to show just how happy you were, but you had to bottle it all in for her sake.

“Why do you keep insisting it’s your fault when you didn’t do anything wrong?” She asked when you both lay in her bed because she’s having a hard time falling asleep with her thoughts constantly attacking her with worries.

You hum softly while watching the stars outside, finger tapping against the headboard. “It’s impossible for me to not make mistakes.” You reply with your cheek pressed against one of her pillows. “We’re together, so that means we both give and take. There are going to be times that you’re not a hundred percent okay, and that’s fine. You could have only thirty percent, so I’ll give the seventy. There are days you’d give me eighty when I can only give twenty, and that’s okay, too, because a relationship isn’t always going to be half and half, but it can’t always be unbalanced either.”

She grips at your shirt tight and you don’t let go of her until she’s calmed down and fallen asleep. Afterwards, you quietly slip out of her room and head to yours, smiling when you pass by Chaewon and Sooyoung.

“Y/n, come here!” Looking behind you, Jungeun is already frowning when she sees the hopeful look on Sooyoung’s face right after the choreographer gave you all a quick break. “What’s up, unnie?” Being the clueless one that you were, you were unaware of the glare your girlfriend was giving your friend as she grinned at you.

"Olivia Hye and Choerry were challenging me with who the best dancer is and I need you to be my partner!” The girl explained as she took your hand, making your girlfriend even more annoyed as she crossed her arms. “Why me?” You couldn’t help but laugh when she tugged at your arm.

Hyejoo was rolling her eyes at the side whilst Yerim was giggling and clapping her hands. “Come on, Y/n unnie! Show us what you got!” The purple haired female cheered, and you couldn’t real say no when she looked so excited like that.

“Gowon unnie is going to change the songs, so when you know the dance, you have to dance.” Hyejoo explained when she pointed to the blonde who sat by the speakers. “And we’ll know if you purposefully skip while knowing the song!” Jiwoo and Kahei were cheering at the side, soon joined by the rest of 1/3 then Jinsoul and Yeojin after grabbing some bottles and snacks.

With no other choice, you agreed with the girls’ request and Jungeun huffed while she sat down next to Jinsoul like usual, missing the slight frown on your face when you noticed them, but forced a smile when the rest began cheering.

Chaewon started off with Siren by Sunmi and you laughed when Sooyoung instantly stepped in the middle to dance along to it while you and the other two followed once you knew the steps.

While you weren’t exactly the most confident, with all of the girls hyping you four up, you were able to enjoy the dance despite making a few mistakes.

Suddenly, the song shifts to Girls’ Generation’s Mr.Mr and you don’t move from your spot while falling into step with the song. The look on Sooyoung’s face would have made you laugh if you saw it, but she began to dance beside you with Yerim to your left whilst Hyejoo tried to follow suit, though stepping back when she gave up.

Ddu-ddu Ddu-ddu soon started playing and everyone basically hopped to their feet to dance along even though the four of you were supposedly the only ones dancing. In your excitment, you pulled Jiwoo along as she started to do the steps for the chorus.

Heejin and Haseul were cheering you all on and clapping while Jinsoul was pretending to fangirl. But when Chaewon picked Fake Love by BTS, you and Hyejoo were the only ones left dancing it because Sooyoung backed out and signaled at Yerim while Hyejoo mouthed something to Chaewon before she’s changing the song.

Without realizing, the other three stepped back when Love Shot began playing. You didn’t even bother to check because your body started to moving as though you had the steps implanted into your brain.

Hyunjin covered her face with her hands while Jiwoo did the same, though they did peek in between their fingers while the others were basically screaming at the top of their lungs.

“Y/n I love you!”

But it was as though you were in a performance with your expression matching the energy the song was giving off that it made Jungeun antsy when her eyes couldn’t look away. She was so stuck as you mouthed along the words of the song and sent all of them a little smirk before finishing the song.

“Unnie, you’re so cool!” Yeojin yelled happily and Sooyoung rushed to your side, throwing her arm around your shoulders while Hyejoo and Yerim walked over as well, grinning when Sooyoung squeezed your shoulder. “Damn, we should see if they’ll agree in giving you a special stage.” She tells you while you pinch her side.

“You guys were planning this, weren’t you?” You direct your question to the younger two because you know for a fact that Sooyoung wouldn’t give you a proper answer. Hyejoo just shrugged her shoulders while Yerim smiled innocently and clasped her hands together. “Unnie, we just wanted to see how well you’d dance. It was awesome!” She claims while giving you her best puppy eyes just to make sure you wouldn’t get upset with her.

And honestly, she was just too cute.

You weren’t mad at all. It was a comical event that everyone enjoyed, so you lightly pushed Sooyoung off of you before smiling. “Jeez, if you wanted to watch me dance, you could have just said so.” You tell them when you pinch Yerim’s cheek before ruffling Hyejoo’s hair.

“So we can do this again?” Sooyoung grinned widely and you nod while patting her back. “Next time, everyone can join in, don’t you think?” After agreeing, everyone finally disperses to do what they want while Jungeun finally stood back up and grabbed your arm, dragging you to the more vacant part of the practice room and frowning at you.

Throughout the whole exchange, all she could think of was Sooyoung flirting with you. While it wasn’t her fault, Jungeun couldn’t help that she was jealous of how close the two of you were and how easy it looked for Sooyoung to be so affectionate and playful with you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask as soon as you see the expression on her face, and she hates how it’s so easy for you to read her like a book now. She’s struggling to open up, but it was as though you could see right through her that it made every effort seem useless.

“Do you really want to keep doing this?” She can’t help but ask, willing her voice not to crack as she shrinks into herself that it makes your heart break. “Jungeun, what are you talking about?” You ask softly, but she’s too emotional at the moment to think clearly.

“I’ve been forcing you to keep quiet about us and I know you’re dying to tell at least someone but you won’t because of me.” She tells you, forgetting that most of your members were still in the same room. “Why can’t you be selfish?” She asks and you frown when tears finally break free before taking her into your arms, allowing her to sob against your chest.

You console her the best you can, pressing gentle kisses to her temple while rubbing her back. The rest of your members are suddenly aware of what was going on and were watching from the side, few of them looking worried with how the girl in your arms was crying.

“Listen to me. It’s not that I don’t want to be selfish. There are times that I am, but not with this.” You tell her. “If I chose to be selfish at the expense of your trust, then I don’t deserve to be with you because you deserve to be respected.” You whisper while continuing to soothe her. “I can be selfish with other things, but not something that costs your happiness.”

You both stand there for a while longer, waiting for her to calm down because you could tell by her tense shoulders that this was something she’s been holding in for a while.

When her crying is reduced to small sniffles, you pull back to wipe her face and give her an encouraging smile. “I’m willing to wait for you, remember?” She nods weakly as you lightly dab at the corner of her eyes using the sleeve of your hoodie.

As she recovers, she gives you a small smile before resting her chin on your shoulder, her arms wrapping tight around your waist as she exhales deeply. “I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me.” She apologizes and you shake your head while reciprocating the hug. “It’s okay. You were stressed and I know it’s a little unnerving.”

When she pulls away, you’re relieved that she’s smiling again. But what you weren’t expecting was the quick peck she had given you right after.

It was at that moment that you recall where you are and your eyes widen in time with her when gasps echo behind you. Your head snaps to look at all of your members looking at you with surprised looks on their faces while Jungeun immediately looks for Sooyoung’s face.

But unlike what she was thinking, her fellow leader was grinning from ear to ear and then clapping her hands. “Wow, I thought you were just crushing on her, but I guess I was wrong.” She stated while the others stood to circle around you with questions coming from each one of them.

“Since when have you- why didn’t we know?”

When there was no one reacting negatively to what they had just seen, the initial shock wore off and you felt your girlfriend finally relax in your arms before she composes herself.

“Sorry. We’ve been dating for a few months now and... I wasn’t really ready to tell everyone.” She says apologetically while hanging her head in shame. But your members are all smiling instead of what she expected.

In fact, this was the complete opposite of what she thought would happen.

The two of you were pulled in a big group hug with everyone congratulating you. “You two are so cute! I’m so happy!” Jiwoo cheered into your ear, making you wince slightly, though smiled thankfully to everyone. “This makes everything funnier in the future when it comes to Orbits making up stories.” Haseul chuckled and you silently take your girlfriend’s hand in yours.

Once everyone’s calmed down, she looks at you, still a bit in disbelief that it makes you giggle before kissing her cheek. “I told you, there’s nothing to be scared of.”

With all the things she’s asked you to do, she’s thankful that you were patient enough to wait until she was ready. And now that the secret was finally out, Jungeun hopes that she can finally see your happiness spilling out of you instead of being kept inside.

With everything you’ve gone through, she knows that she’s lucky that someone was willing to stick with her through all the chaos and not just the peace of what life threw at her.

And maybe that’s what also made her realize that she was slowly but surely falling in love with you.

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suwya · 4 years ago

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Till the Stars Had Run Away - Prologue

Summary: Killian Jones was a voyager. Actually, he was many things, or at least he had been - a lieutenant, a brother, a loving boyfriend - until everything had turned upside down and his life had hit an all time low. So, he gave up. Aboard his spaceship he abandoned Arcadia, his planet, navigating the stars and other solar systems in search of... well, he still didn't know what he was searching for, but his rule was "never remain in the same place longer than necessary."

Rating: M

AO3

A/N: I started to write this story two years ago, but I never found the courage to post it. Until something happened.

I read some of the brilliant fanfics written by @thisonesatellite, and commenting them with her, gave me the pleasure to getting to know this amazing person. She is the reason why this fic sees the light of the day. And she is also my beta: I will be forever thankful to her for all the help she gives me, I owe her so much!

Happy birthday Stephanie! I hope you’re having a wonderful day, because you deserve the best!

Prologue.

And a softness came

from the starlight

and filled me full

to the bone.

(W. B. Yeats)

Fucking ice bitch is not so icy after all. Killian thought while he was crossing the Royal Palace's limits. And yes, he was probably drunk, but not enough to forget that he didn't want to stay on this ridiculous planet another day more than necessary. He needed to repair his ship and fly far, far away from here as soon as he could. He would be damned if he didn't.

***

Eight full moons before.

The room was too bright for his liking; it was big, neat and decorated with minimalist furniture, just a double bed with a couple of night stands.

Killian shook his head; this was a mistake, a huge mistake, one that would pester his soul for the rest of his life. He knew better. Why am I even here? He thought. Oh, yes, because of the bloody money. If there was any chance to leave this damn place, this was it. He needed the money to repair his ship.

Killian Jones was a voyager. Actually, he was many things, or at least he had been - a lieutenant, a brother, a loving boyfriend - until everything had turned upside down and his life had hit an all time low. So, he gave up. Aboard his spaceship he abandoned Arcadia, his planet, navigating the stars and other solar systems in search of... well, he still didn't know what he was searching for, but his rule was "never remain in the same place longer than necessary."

When a rock had collided with his ship, Killian had made a forced landing. New Tolemac seemed a quiet place to lie low for a while, at least at the beginning. But, the ins and outs of the Royal Government of this planet weren't aligned with his philosophy. Long ago he had sworn to himself to serve no king and live by his own rules.

There were only two things that stood between him and his next destination: A new gimbal block for the engine of his ship, and the money to purchase it.

He stood at the end of the bed pondering over the best outfit for the occasion. He wasn't exactly attending a Royal Gala, this was a commercial trade... sort of.

In the end, he stuck with his usual attire: a black vest over a dark grey long sleeved shirt, black jeans, and boots. He was in contrast to the place he was staying. Everything was white: the blankets, the walls, the pavement, even the door.

He didn't flinch when that door suddenly opened. “Here we go.” He said to himself and tried to put on his best poker face.

Through the door frame, he could spot three figures. Two of them were Royal Guards with black and maroon uniforms, helmets hiding their faces, and the characteristically rounded blades around their waists. Killian wished he had his automatic harpoon with him as well, but of course, no foreign arms were allowed inside the confines of the Royal Palace.

The third person of the group was a lithe, young girl with straight blond hair tied in a complex braid. She was wearing an elegant but simple white dress with thin straps that was long enough to hide her feet. She was the only one who entered the room; the guards closed the door behind her.

So this is the famous Princess Emma, Killian thought. Well, she was beautiful, indeed, and young, so very young. Nobody had ever seen the Princess in public, not the common people at least. Raised by the Royal Family in the utmost secrecy, she had never crossed the barriers of the Palace and its gardens. Protected like the most precious treasure in existence, she held the future of the entire planet in her hands.

And that was exactly why Killian was in that room with her.

She stopped a few steps in front of him, her chin raised and her arms crossed in front of her, in what Killian would have defined as the typical arrogant Royal attitude.

"Let’s do it quickly. I have a pretty busy schedule today," she stated.

"Well, that's a shame, Princess, because I do like to take my time around a woman."

"We are not here because of what you like," she replied. "During the last few weeks, you have been thoroughly tested by a highly professional medical team, and you've been selected as the most capable for the role, and that is what matters to get the most satisfying result," she explained in an unsentimental tone.

"Capable sounds good, but it's probably not the adjective I would choose to describe myself." Killian tilted his head and hooked his right thumb in one of the loops of his belt, then made a step towards her invading her personal space. His flirty innuendos usually had a certain effect on women. "Regarding the satisfying results…" He added in a low sultry voice "well, love, you don't have to worry about that."

"I'm not worried and I'm definitely not your love," she huffed impatiently and he immediately realized he had not impressed her. "Now, if we are finished with the preliminaries, I'd rather get to the point," she added, indicating the bed near them. "As I said before I have a busy schedule. Some people have responsibilities."

"Believe me, Princess, I haven't even started with the preliminaries." He grinned, blinking at her.

"Mr. Jones..." she started what seemed to be a petulant comeback, but he lifted a hand to stop her.

"Killian will do," he smiled. “Or Captain, if you prefer something more formal.”

"Whatever." She went on, "let me make this clear: you're expendable. You're here just because you were the first name on the list, but that doesn't mean that I can't discharge you and choose the second one."

Killian remembered who the ‘second one’ was. Some bloke full of bullshit named Cassidy, whom he had met while waiting for a test to run. The thought of that piece of work and this beautiful young lady in the same room sent an unexpected shiver down his spine. He suddenly felt like he had to protect her, but why? "Oh, but you won't, because Royals never settle for second best. Besides, you don't intimidate me, Princess. I believe you're the one who's going to lose here." Confidence had always been his most effective weapon.

"You're so full of yourself, but at the end of the day I will fulfill my duty. You, on the other hand, will end up with no reward at all. And I've heard the paycheck is quite alluring. Wasn't that why you applied in the first place?" Damn woman, he thought. She knew how to push his buttons.

Something about the Princess captivated him but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He studied her. She was guarded, she clearly didn’t want him to look through her barriers. But it wasn’t all due to her status, it seemed more of a protective measure.

He decided it was time to stop with his demeanor; he shouldn't have even started from the beginning. What was he thinking? Flirting with a girl so young. But innuendos and suggestive remarks had always been his coping mechanisms in a thorny situation.

A muscle clenched in his jaw and with a more serious tone of voice he asked, "How old are you?"

"Excuse me?" Her eyes widened for a brief moment. She looked him up and down as if she was wondering who he was exactly.

The fleeting crack in her stance she had just shown him confirmed to Killian that there was much more behind those pompous Royal walls of hers. "You are way too young. How old are you?" He insisted.

"Not much younger than you are." The Princess put her hands on her hips and immediately stepped back. Her posture was rigid, her mouth set in a firm thin line, her eyes cold and challenging.

"Appearances can be deceiving. I'm quite a lot older than you can imagine. I’m not from here, and I’ve been in many lands where time runs differently."

She seemed to consider his words for a few seconds. "I'm seventeen." She answered, but before he could react she went on to explain,“and tonight the three moons of New Tolemac will align with the northern star, which makes the best scenario for me to conceive a Royal Heir.”

“This is the most preposterous nonsense I've ever heard.” Killian knew what he was supposed to do in that room, but this was insane. The girl was only seventeen years old, she had a whole life in front of her.

"I don't expect you to understand. As you said, you're from another planet. In this realm, we follow the rules. And my parents raised me to be a reliable part of the Royal Family, who in spite of my age can assume the responsibilities of a pregnancy, and consequently raise a child to be our future King."

"The same sweet dear parents that locked you up in a room to be fucked by the first random guy of the week, I presume?"

"It's not locked. I can go out whenever I want." She answered in the same pragmatic tone with which she had been speaking the whole time.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing, how could she agree to these methods? But maybe, if it was true that she had been raised for this purpose, the King and Queen had probably done everything in their power to not let her think otherwise. "But you won't." He stated as a matter of fact.

"Of course, I won't. I'm here to fulfill my duties." She replied, and it didn't slip by him that it was the second time she had used the exact same words, as if they were a memorized speech.

“Oh, come on, don't tell me you've never imagined a grandiloquent wedding.” He tried to tease her.

“I will marry a suitable candidate when the right time comes, but it's definitely not on my agenda at the moment.” She explained as if it was the most obvious thing in all the worlds.

“A suitable candidate? No knight in shining armor who will rescue you from your miserable existence?”

“I'm no damsel in distress, Captain Jones.” She answered, emphasizing his rank, “I don't need to be rescued.”

“What about love?” He needed to probe her limits, to know what was behind her walls.

“Love is overrated. We are at war. There's no time for such trivialities.”

That surprised him. “I had no idea New Tolemac was at war.”

“Maybe not right now, but the Lepka Industry is pushing forward, and we all know the consequences.”

Killian definitely knew something about those consequences. I've seen with my own eyes what that monster is capable of. He thought to himself. Invading a peaceful planet and depleting all the resources until it ends up imploding with no safe getaway for its inhabitants. It was a painful memory he had spent years trying to avoid and eventually forget. “I’m well aware of The Industry’s methods.”

“Then, you of all people should understand the importance of some good defensive measures.”

“But The Industry is very far from here.” He wasn’t sure why the Government of this planet was so intimidated by a faraway menace.

“For now. But we have to be prepared for every possibility. And the population will need their rightful ruler when the time comes.” The Princess explained. “So, if everything is clear, I'd like to get started.” She added.

Killian stared at her. He was starting to understand. She seemed so young and somehow vulnerable, but behind that fragile appearance she was a tough lass, and he liked it. Still, he believed that this was a terrible mistake. “I'm not going to touch you.”

“What?” She asked outraged. “This is not what you've signed on for.”

Killian shrugged. “I've changed my mind.”

“Why?” She inquired with wide open eyes, and he couldn’t decide if she was shocked by his refusal to follow an order, or if it was the rejection that was hurting her.

He stepped forward, and now they were so close he could spot some golden flecks in her emerald eyes. “Because no woman in any land should be treated like this, no matter how noble the reasons are.” He almost whispered.

“I'm not being treated in any way.” She replied in the same low voice. “This is my choice and my duty. My planet needs an heir that will be able to lead it.”

“You are the heir.” He stated and made a step back. Then, he lifted a hand to his head as if he was suddenly remembering something and added in a mocking way, “But oh, I forgot, you're a woman, which means that you can't govern because of some stupid rules.”

“You don't understand.” She hissed through her teeth, now clearly annoyed. “This is the only chance I have to save my people.”

“Well, then, do whatever you have to do, savior, but not with me.” Killian bowed to let her clear that the conversation was over from his point of view. “Sorry Princess, but as appealing as it may look, I'm not going to have sex with you.”

"You're wasting my time!” She didn’t raise her voice, but she definitely looked furious now. “Guards!” She shouted, and when the door opened she ordered: “escort this man outside the Palace's boundaries."

***

Eight full moons after.

Taverns in New Tolemac were scarce, leisure activities were not banned, but not happily welcomed either. The Crimson Crown was probably the worst tavern Killian had set foot in, and he had been in many of them. A band was trying to lighten the atmosphere, but the music was awful and the acoustics even worse. Killian didn't mind; his gaze fixed on the bottle he was grabbing. The glass long forgotten, he was swirling the amber liquid inside, or what was left of it. His senses were with him: the cold crystal in his hand, the out of tune string in his ears, the sour taste in his mouth; but his mind, his mind was in a place very, very far from where he was sitting.

"In which galaxy are you right now?"

He had completely zoned out and forgotten he had company. "Come again?" He tried to focus on the presence beside him.

"What's bothering you? And don't tell me it's nothing, 'cause that look on your face speaks volumes."

Robin was his best friend, his only friend would be more exact to say. He wasn't from around here either, but he had been living in New Tolemac for much longer than Killian. The two of them had known each other since Killian had landed on this damned planet.

Two foreigners, two lonely souls with no attachments, maybe that's why they connected so easily.

But Killian was in no mood for conversation, not tonight. He was going to finally leave this planet once and for all: he had bought the last piece he needed to fix the engine of his spaceship first thing in the morning. A couple of days more just to arrange everything and he would pack his things and fly away.

He had asked Robin to go with him, to search for a better life in a more hospitable place, and his friend eagerly accepted the invitation. They had ended up in that tavern to celebrate it. Killian should have been euphoric. But his guts were clenching. Why wasn’t he so happy to leave as he was supposed to be?

Nine months had passed since his unfortunate landing. So many more than those he would have stayed if he had had the chance to leave. Eight months since the day he met the Princess.

No, no, no. He thought, shaking his head. Don't let your mind go down that path again. He warned himself.

Killian drew the bottle up his lips, but a hand stopped his movement.

"Easy. Don't you think you've had enough for tonight?"

"There's no such a thing as enough alcohol." He grunted, but the hand didn't relent. "Fuck off, Robin!" He exclaimed.

"Your enchanting behavior doesn't work with me." Robin retorted ironically. "Come on, let's get out of this place." He added tugging at Killian's arm.

The air outside was thick and humid. "Bloody summer" Killian cursed while stumbling over a little rock. As he regained balance he realized that maybe his friend was right, and even if he could hold his rum, he might have had too many drinks.

They walked silently side by side for a while, since one of the perks of having a best friend is that you don't need to entertain the other person all the time. So Killian's mind started meandering through a road he had tried to avoid just a few minutes before.

"It's completely bad form." He exclaimed eventually.

"What is?" Robin asked, probably taken a little aback at his abrupt words.

"I just wanted to help her. Why didn't she accept my help?" Killian went on without many further explications.

"Wha...?" Robin started to ask, but then realization clearly struck him. "After all these months why are you still thinking about her?"

"Fucking ice bitch." Killian cursed.

"I beg your pardon?" Robin was having problems in following his friend's thoughts.

"It's the moniker I chose for her, don't you think it's accurate?" The other said as if it was the most obvious thing.

Robin shook his head. "It's not like you to talk this way about a woman. You must be really wasted." And after a moment of silence, each of them lost in their own inner world, Robin asked: "Are you sure you can get home safely by yourself?"

Killian stopped and realized that they had arrived at a crossroad where their paths back home diverged. "I'm fine, mate." He replied with a little persuading smile.

"I'll call you in the morning... or not. You tend to be a bit irritable when you're hungover."

"Good night to you, too." Killian answered back ironically. And they went separate ways.

The night was still young, at least for Killian's standards, so he decided to walk a bit more, clear his mind, and his feet brought him near the water. The sound of the ocean waves crashing into the shore had always calmed him.

He inhaled deeply the salted breeze and for a while he just stood there staring into the horizon that was clearly visible due to the bright light of the three full moons. After a while lost in his thoughts, he was almost ready to call it a night when he noticed a presence not far from where he was standing.

Someone was sitting on a large rock in a meditative position with straight back and crossed legs, hands resting on the knees. It was the Princess, as if she had somehow materialized from his thoughts. But how could it possibly be?

Maybe he had already passed out and was now dreaming, he thought, or maybe he was simply hallucinating because of the high level of alcohol in his veins. Otherwise, he would never have trespassed the Palace's limits without being aware of it, which could only mean problems.

He should turn back home, he knew it. But as a moth is attracted by a flame, he was drawn by her. While approaching her silhouette, he could make out her closed eyes.

He didn’t mean to startle her, so he cleared his throat to announce his presence. The Princess opened only one eye; if she was surprised to see him she didn’t show it. “I’m trying to concentrate.” She closed her eye again and went on with whatever she was doing.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” He asked nonchalantly, disregarding her statement.

“Do you need help finding your way back home, Mr. Jones? From the smell that precedes you, I assume you may not have realized that you entered a property where you’re not welcome.” She said without changing her position.

“You remember me! It’s always a pleasure to know I did a good impression!” He exclaimed cheerfully. “I mean, it’s quite some time we haven’t come across each other.” But after a deeper glimpse at her, he realized that the curves of her dress weren’t the result of the breeze. She was very much pregnant. "And you clearly let that bastard fuck you." The words left his mouth before he could even think about them.

She didn’t move, didn’t even open her eyes. He hadn’t exactly approached her with the intention to start an argument, but now that the cards were already on the table, there was no point in going back on his words, so he went on. "Of course you couldn't disappoint mom and daddy. But let me tell you one thing, no mother or father would ever do something like that to their own daughter.”

She was making an effort ignoring him if the sudden increase in her breathing rhythm was a hint, but that was all he obtained from her. “Don't you see it?” Killian insisted. “They are not some loving parents, you're just a pawn in their hands. They don't have a legitimate heir to the throne, because, oh what a shame, you are a girl! So they raised you just to give them what they've ever wanted: a boy."

He knew he was hurting her. She hadn't moved a muscle during his speech, but he saw her bottom lip trembling in spite of her efforts to remain untouched. Nevertheless, he couldn’t give a damn. He had nothing to lose at this point. At least she would listen to everything he had needed to tell her since the day he left the Palace eight months before.

"Do you really think they will let you take care of your child? Don't be so naive. They will probably discard you as soon as you give birth. They have locked you inside this prison for all your life, a shiny beautiful cage, that is, but still a prison. You don't have a life of your own. They didn’t let anyone near you. Nobody knows you, and nobody will care about you when you will be expendable."

At those words she finally opened her eyes and if looks could kill he would be instantly dead. She was angry, he could see that, probably furious with him, but there was more, her eyes had become a little watery and a turmoil of feelings was passing through them, he could read it. He held a hand up and didn't let her speak "No need to call the guards this time. I'm going to walk myself out of this miserable place with great pleasure."

Fucking ice bitch is not so icy after all. He thought while crossing the Royal Palace's limits. And yes, he was probably drunk, but not enough to forget that he didn't want to stay on this ridiculous planet another day more than necessary. He needed to repair his ship and fly far, far away from here as soon as he could. He would be damned if he didn't.

#cs ff #cs au #Till the Stars Had Run Away #alternate universe - science fiction #space au #my writing

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kingreywrites · 4 years ago

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Take every dare

Fandom: Tangled

Word Count: 1720

Summary: [Set in season 2]

Warning: A bit of hurt and blood mentions.

Note: A little scene I wrote for fun! Not my best work but I hope you’ll enjoy anyway!

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When Eugene had invited Rapunzel on a date today, he had expected them to go see some beautiful scenery, or maybe grab some fresh fruits to eat. There wasn't much to do on the road, but as long as they were with each other - and as long as Rapunzel found beauty in everything - he was sure that they would be fine and enjoy themselves. He should have known that, with their luck, it wouldn't happen quite like he had envisioned it. At least, this time, it was thieves and not a weird monkey supposed to predict their future - then again, there was a dozen of them, and only two of Rapunzel and him (well, Pascal might count, so three), so, perhaps, the monkey had been better…

Ha. Who was he kidding, he'd take attempted robbery over monkey hair on his face any day.

"You really couldn't have chosen a worse target," Eugene laughed, raising his sword as Rapunzel let down her hair with a smirk.

The thieves looked at each other, puzzled, then proceeded to attack them, foolishly thinking that their superior number would be enough to bring down the Princess of Corona and her - quite dashing - former thief of a boyfriend. Something they promptly learnt to be a mistake, as Rapunzel knocked out three of them in one swoop of her hair. Eugene laughed, paring his opponent's sword easily before knocking him out, going to his next target as his girlfriend was taking care of virtually everyone else without even breaking a sweat.

Boy, did he love that girl.

His new opponent was better with a sword than the first, for sure, but he was still no match for Eugene - one slick move from his hand and the goon was disarmed. Eugene grinned, ready to say something witty, when the guy had the crazy idea to simply… Run right into Eugene’s sword. Eugene yelped, and then tried to get the sword away, not too keen on actually stabbing anyone, but it meant that dear stupidly buffy thief - he’ll call him Steve for time related purposes - could throw his whole body weight at him with no obstacles.

With a yell, Eugene fell backward, crushed under Steve as a white hot pain in his back took his breath away.

His brain disconnected for a second or two, before a growl made him come back to himself. Above him, Steve was raising his fist, ready to strike down and Eugene squeaked - not the most heroic sound, for sure, but his amazing face was on the line. He didn’t have his sword anymore, had probably dropped it as he fell, and his other hand was pinned under Steve, so he was in for a real bad time... Until something blond obscured his vision.

"Eugene," Rapunzel called worriedly as she casually grabbed Steve with her hair and threw him to the side without a second thought, "you’re okay?"

"Yeah," he breathed, feeling lighter now that he wasn’t being squished under someone else, "thank you Sunshine!"

She smiled and grabbed someone else’s leg to destabilize them as Eugene got up. His ribs were pulsating in pain, and he nearly doubled over again as he stood up - the world swam around him for a few moments, but he bit his lips and powered through, hoping that Rapunzel didn't see the pain on his face. She would be worried. He also really hoped he hadn’t broken anything, because it would be a pain to deal with. Quite literally. Sighing, he went to collect his sword, trying not to bend down too much as it ignited the pain again, and seathed it right as Rapunzel took care of the last thief. She was beautiful like that, and he couldn’t help but smile as she pumped her fist in the air with a grin, Pascal clapping on her shoulder.

"Here goes our peaceful date, huh?" Eugene joked as he pushed an unconscious thief’s arm out of his way with his boot, wondering what they should do with them.

"Ah, it’s funnier that way," Rapunzel teased, before frowning. "Are you okay, though? That guy made you fall pretty hard."

Eugene hummed, and was happy to see that, despite the pain, his breathing was seemingly fine. That had to mean nothing was broken, no? Though, he still felt not quite right. The buzzing pain in his back felt as if it was seeping through his whole body like poison and, as he watched Rapunzel walk toward him while talking to Pascal, he couldn’t shake off the impression that sounds were becoming muted around him. His next step was wobblier than he expected, as if the ground under his foot was soft - but when he looked down, it was to see that it was as firm and solid as everything else.

He raised his head and noticed concern on Rapunzel's face - and noticed too that the world was tilting dizzyingly to the side.

"Uh, Sunshine?" he said, his voice sounding far away to his own ears. He took another step, swaying. "I think… I don't feel so well..."

His legs crumbled under him and his vision tunneled right as an intense pain exploded in his entire body. He thought he heard Rapunzel yelling his name, but he blacked out before even hitting the ground.

Eugene woke up to a hand softly stroking his hair, getting it out of his face. He wanted to smile, but his head was pounding, his mouth was dry, his cheek was stinging and- wait. His cheek was-

Something slapped him hard and his eyes popped open, indignation on his lips until his movement made him cringe in pain.

"Eugene! Are you okay?" Rapunzel cried out, relief evident in her voice as her hand cradled his head.

"You… You slapped me?" Eugene sputtered.

"Oh, yes, sorry, but you weren't waking up- hey, don't move," she said sternly, one of her hand holding him down, "you've been stabbed."

"I've been what?!" he screeched.

"Stab- no, I mean, not stabbed stabbed, but you fell on a piece of wood that was sticking out, and it's still in your back, which is probably why you passed out and- and-"

Rapunzel stopped herself, taking a deep breath and Eugene could feel his fear recede as he softened. Her hands were trembling in his hair. She was freaked out more than enough, he really shouldn't be panicking and pilling more stress on her. Especially since, despite the general pain coming from his back, Eugene didn't feel that bad. His hand sneaked its way into her empty one, and he drew a smile out of her, like he had wished to do. Gently, she helped him sit up fully and he had to bit the cry of pain that wanted to escape his lips - though, going by her frown, she had seen right through him.

"We need to get you back to the caravan," she said in a whisper, voice heavy. He couldn't see his own back, but he could guess that her gaze was focused on the blood oozing from his wound, and that it must be bringing back bad memories. He nodded, squeezed her hand and she focused back on his face - better.

"We'll have to go on three dates to make up for this one," he grinned, raising his eyebrows suggestively. Pascal levelled him with an unimpressed look, but Rapunzel's lips went up, and even the frog smiled.

"Hmm, we'll have to," Rapunzel said softly, helping him to his feet. His back still hurt, his ribs were protesting and the world still didn't seem as solid as it should be, but he managed to stay upright after a few minutes of Rapunzel supporting his weight.

They chatted along the way to the caravan, Eugene much more steady on his feet as time passed. His injuries weren't that bad, they had just been a shock to his system. He hadn't even been passed out for too long, really, but he had scared Rapunzel half to death going by the nervous glances she threw his way every five seconds. Eugene wasn't about to tease her for it, though - he understood where she was coming from better than anyone else, and could only wish to forget the cold panic that had washed over him when he had heard the word "stabbed".

They didn't have to say it outloud, but they both refused to let themselves think of Gothel, and both tried to distract the other from the memories.

Rapunzel's hand slipped back into his gently, and he squeezed, hoping to tell her that everything would be fine. Then he met her eyes again, and lost his breath at the way she was gazing up at him - like he was the most precious thing in the world. Eugene knew that she loved him. He knew that he was her dream, just like she was his. But right here, right now, he could see in her eyes all the love and the affection she couldn't always put into words, and any lingering pain from his injury seemed to fade away as he leant down to kiss her.

Then Eugene made a wrong move and pulled at the wound, and yeah, ow. The pain was still here, his bad.

"Come on," Rapunzel breathed out, her worried frown making a comeback - though her eyes were still shining and her shoulders seemed less tense after their kiss. "To the caravan."

"Aye ma'am," Eugene grinned.

Getting the piece of wood out was not a pleasant experience. Cass was the one to do it, grumbling about it all the way through while Rapunzel crushed his hand in hers, but Eugene was sure sure that, despite her words, Cassandra had tried to be gentle with him. He appreciated it. Appreciated it a whole lot less when she slapped a bandage over the wound without warning.

However, less than pleasant experience with a pointy thing meant a more than pleasant comfort offered by Rapunzel. His ribs were still aching and his back still hurting, and maybe they would for quite some time, but that night, Rapunzel cuddled closer to him and whispered in his ear how much she loved him, and kissed him, and slept in his arms - and he thought that it wasn't so bad in the end.

Eugene slept peacefully, knowing that they had three more dates to look forward to.

#tangled #Eugene Fitzherbert #Rapunzel #tangled the series

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nad-zeta · 4 years ago

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Match up (｡◕‿◕｡)

mg Hi 😅

I read through some of your matchups and I love them! So I like to ask one myself now. It’s my first time actually asking for a matchup so I hope im doing it right.

So I’m a 5'3 female and I’m cruvy (proud of my curves) long dark blonde hair and blue-grey eyes. The mbti test said I’m a INTJ but I doubt it😂. I’m pretty shy and quite around strangers but once I opened up after some time I’m really funny, sarcastic and I like to play pranks on my family and my friends. I have a strong personality and I say what I think and state my opinion but at the samw time I cry pretty easily (you could say I’m a crybaby 😅). I’m always there for my friends when they need help or advice. In social situations I get really really nervous and my voice gets shaky. I hate injustice and will always stand up for the people I care about. I would say I’m kind, nice and polite in front of strangers but very quiet. I can get stressed easily and I am not a pleasant person when stressed. I get angry and pissed of real quick. I curse a lot… Like everyday but it gets worse when I’m stressed or annoyed 😅. But anyways I love music, I especially love to sing (I kinda sing every day 😂). I like to read, right now I a book about solved and unsolved crimes, besides that I lile to watch Netflix. I prefer a quiet relaxing night watching Netflix or reading a book over go to parties. I love to learn new languages at the moment I learn dutch in school. I really love history, true crime, horror, languages and psychology. After school I want to either study History or criminology. I absolutely hate group projects but if I have to work in a group, I always take the lead and can get quite bossy. I had a rough childhood I don’t trust men easily because of some things that happend and I’m scared of getting hurt once I fall in love. Oh and I’m pretty clumsy, I don’t get hurt everyday but at least three times a week or so😂

Ooff I didn’t wanted this to be so long😂

Okey, I think that’s it ☺️ I apologize for my english it’s not my first language 😅. Take your time ☺️ you don’t need to hurry

Thank you so much. I really look forward to the matchup☺️😂 And I wish you a nice day (or night)

Hi hi, love! Hope you are doing well, thanks so much for the request! I hope you enjoy it! Hehe sorry for taking so long! I had so much fun writing this up for ya!

So I Match you with…………… Mitsuhide

The first time Mitsuhide saw you, he was captivated by your long blond hair and blue-grey eyes. Like all this boy wanted to do way play with your hair…. And that was exactly what he did. After war council, when you were named as the new Oda princess, he walked up to you and took a stand of your long hair between his fingers and started twirling it. It was so sold and silky. Of course as per the standard procedure for the sneki boi he started teasing you while playing with your hair, which made your face break out into the most beautiful blush. TBH Mitsuhide didn’t mind that you were shy, in fact, he loved it, as every day he would run into you and tease you mercilessly just to see your facial expressions… He would always smile his sneki boi smile at you when you would try your best to make conversation with him, he couldn’t help but tease you a little for the way your voice shook out of nervousness.

It took you a while to warm up and get talking to the people around you luckily for you, Mitsuhide took you under his wing. He would always be there to back you up whenever Hideyoshi would suspect you, or scold you. One day as Hideyoshi was micromanaging you yet again, Mitsuhide popped out of nowhere to come to your aid. He knew you weren’t a spy and that the reason you never really spoke much, was because you were shy. Hideyoshi was convinced the nervous shake in your voice whenever you interacted with him was because you were scared of him finding out your true identity. It wasn’t until you started tearing up midway through yet another accusation session, that the mama bear realised that you weren’t a spy, but a sweet kind shy girl who was just too nervous about being put into a new situation and having to interact with new people.

At the sight of your tears, Mitsuhide gave Hideyoshi an icy glare and led you away to your room. “Its alright little mouse, there is no reason to be shy or afraid of us, much less of the mother hen,” He then used his sleeve to gently wipe away your tears while giving you a small pat on the head

It was also then when he announced that he was your new teacher. Nobunaga had put him in charge of you to make sure you would get well adapted to the castle life and the runnings of things, as you see Nobunaga had also noticed that you were a bit shy and wanted to make things a little easier for you. Especially after he had witnessed you breaking out into tears at Hideyoshi’s scolding session. Honesty what was this Mitsuhide going to do with you, you were honestly just too cute.

Mitsuhide taught you everything from a few fighting moves, to subjects such as Politics and economics. As the two of you spent more and more time together, this sneki boi just couldn’t help but fall madly in love with you. You were truly a curious creature, he even loved how clumsy you were. Your clumsiness even had mama bear worried for you, as you were the type to trip on flat ground or accidentally bump yourself against the sharp corners of tables. It was also due to your accident-prone clumsiness that the Kitsune would insist on holding your hand whenever the two of you would go out to the market together, especially after a certain incident.

It was a warm sunny day, and you and Mitsu decided to take a break from your economics lesson and go into town for some tea. You were happily chatting with Mitsuhide when all of a sudden you tripped over a small rock. You tumbled forward and fell straight towards the road. As you looked up, you saw a horse, headed straight towards you, and your life flashed in front of your eyes. You squeezed them shut and braced for impact. Yet the fall never came, and you were never trampled by the oncoming horse. You curiously opened one eye to see two extremely worried golden orbs staring back at you. Mitushide had caught your waist and snaked his arms around you, and your body was now flush against you as he cradled you protectively in his arms, “Just what am I to do with you, my clumsy little mouse.” He smirked down at you, and you broke out into the biggest blush, the two of you were so close, and your heart was beating out of your chest. Mitsuhide released you from the warm embrace and wrapped his large hand around your smaller one while smiling at you, “This way, I can protect you from your own clumsiness little one; honestly, I can’t believe the mother hen through a sweet, clumsy little mouse like you could ever be a deadly assassin.”

As time passed, you found yourself opening up more and more the Kitsune, and soon you revealed your true personality to him. It happened one day as he was teasing you over a cup of tea. What he didn’t expect was for you to make a playfully sarcastic comeback, this boi was shook. Finally, it was your turn to smile triumphantly at the small blush now forming on Mitsu’s cheeks. “What is it Mitsu, you like to play with fire but can’t take the heat.” Mitsuhide recovered quickly, and soon the two of you were playfully flinging sarcastic comments at each other, he really enjoyed this side of you. What he loved, even more, was that it was a side that you showed him and him only. The more he discovered about your personality, the more he fell head over heels for you. Like how you enjoyed pulling pranks on people.

The two of you often teamed up during banquets to prank your new warlord friends, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to be caught in fits of laughter at a prank well executed. The oda forces were always shook to see Mitsuhide genuinely laughing and smiling whenever he was around you, but honestly, he couldn’t help it, you were absolutely hilarious. Your jokes had him clenching his stomach in uncontrollable laughter, who would suspect that such a shy little creature would be so full of delightful surprises.

Honestly at this point, you were also head over heels for sneki boi, after what had happened in your past, you were scared and hurt and it took you a long time to trust Mitsuhide, but you knew he was the one. This Kitsune managed to sneak past the wall you had built around your heart and made himself right at home. At this point, Mitsuhide thought he had seen every side of his beloved mouse, but boy was he wrong.

As the two of you were walking hand in hand to your favourite tea house, a shopkeeper had waved Mitsu over to talk business. You gave Mitsuhide a reassuring smile and said that you would sit over on the bench across the street and wait for him. He was a little reluctant, but after you gave him a reassuring smile, he decided to solve the problem as quick as humanly possible, so that he could get back to giving you his undivided attention. You sat down on the bench and looked up at the sky when you heard some lesser warlords talk about Mitsuhide. You strained your ears to hear what they were saying. They were busy speaking very poorly of the man you loved and were busy spreading false rumours. You honestly hated injustice, especially when it was aimed towards those who you held dear.

You stood up and walked over to them, you gave them a piece of your mind, when things started to escalate. Mitsuhide heard the commotion, and when he turned his head to look for you, he found you pissed off and swearing at the group of men. His eyes widened, he had never expected such language to come out of his dearest mouse’s mouth. Although soon his shock morphed into a curious smile, that was just like you, to surprise him with something new out of nowhere. He walked a bit closer intending to pull you out of the situation, when you had confessed your love for him during the heated debate with the men. HE was shocked, you loved him?

After regaining his composure from the sudden confession he sneakily made his way up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. When the men had spotted the kitsune they ran for the hills, it was one thing talking badly about him behind his back but to his face… They knew Mitsuhide was a dangerous man, and they definitely didn’t want to make an enemy of him. You were so confused at the men just running off when you felt Mitsuhide wrap his arms around you, “Could you repeat that last statement you had made little mouse, I’m afraid I was too far away to hear it correctly, as I think my ears have been playing tricks on me.” You were now blushing profusely, you slowly turned around in his arms, not daring to look him in the eye when you muttered a small “I love you.” You didn’t even have time to react when this boy had your lips captured in a heated kiss. As he pulled away, he whispered those words you had longed to hear from him for a long time “I love you to my precious clumsy beautiful little mouse.”

The two of you made the cutest couple, and Mitsuhide would spend every moment of his free time with you. He loved learning new things about you, like how you would sing every day. He loved your voice, and how that soft, soothing melody would fill his room and instantly wash away the exhaustion of his day. Often he would just stand and listen to you softly sing as you worked and he would let those soft words piece through him and melt away his tiredness before moving on to his next meeting. Other times he would trap you in his arms and gently stroke your hair while insisting you sing a song for him.

When he found out you were a fan of criminology and used to watch and read books about crimes and unsolved cases he was over the moon. His speciality was basically solving puzzles and stopping bad guys that wanted to hurt his friends. You loved It when he would tell you stories of his latest mission uncovering the assassin’s motives and stopping them, you even managed to give some input as to where potential evidence could be hidden. Mitsuhide loved the way your eyes lit up when he would tell you about past missions he worked on, that was particularly tricky. Finally, he had found a woman that loved him for him, who had an interest in his life and that never judged him but accepted him with open arms.

Both of your are creatures of comfort and quiet, so it is not uncommon for the two of you to be nestled up in each other’s arms each doing your own things. You would rest your head on his chest and read while he would have his chin propped up to rest on your shoulder, while his arm was snaked around your waist as he would write his reports. Ever so often, he would give you a sneaky little kiss in between his writing.

Often you could be found with your head resting in the crook of sneki boi’s neck as he spends hours and hours just pulling his fingers through your hair. You would tell him all about your day, or the latest book you had read and he would listen intently absorbing every word. It wasn’t uncommon for these quiet moments to turn into a tickling match with him playfully tickle kissing you after you had made some hilariously sarcastic comment flung towards him

Other potential matches…………….. Masamune

I hope you enjoyed this love!

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fmdsooaharchive · 4 years ago

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CHO SOOAH — HEADCANON #4 (30 DAYS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT - IDOL EDITION)

SUMMARY: We ask ourselves why would you write more than 5.000 words in a single day for something that was supposed to go on for 30 days and we reach the conclusion that we needed the points and why not, am I right? While writing this I realized that Sooah doesn’t have many friends her age but also, she isn’t friends anyone in Gold Star besides her members so please befriend my kid. WC: 5.042 MENTIONS: way too many people to be honest. TW: Really bad writing because I did it when I was clearly sleepy.

+ Day One: Introduce your muse. Are they solo or in a group? What is their position in the group? Consider this day the day for writing the basics.

Cho Sooah is part of Gold Star Media’s five-member group, Fuse. She was added to the team in 2015, a few months after their official debut in 2014 as their rapper and vocal as well as becoming the new maknae of the team.

+ Day Two: Talk about your muse’s childhood. Where did they grow up? Did they have any dream jobs besides being an idol? When did they realize they wanted to be an idol?

Sooah was born and raised in Seoul, South Korea. She had a pretty ideal childhood, she thinks. She was very lucky to have loving and supportive parents and very great older brothers who always looked out for her in their different ways. She was always connected to her family and that’s her grounding circle to this day. She’s very thankful to them for everything they did for her. While growing up, Sooah was always praised for her beauty and sweetness but she was usually taken advantage of and made fun of because of that. She had very little friends growing up but she didn’t mind that much because she had a pretty solid group that always supported her. Growing up, she wanted to become a stewardess and those were the plans until she was scouted by Gold Star. She never really realized she wanted to become an idol and even after she was signed under the company, she was still not sure about it. She became surer of it after she debuted and had a taste of how performing felt like.

+ Day Three: Take us back to when your muse was either recruited or auditioned to become an idol. How did that go? How did they feel getting up on stage for recruiters? If your muse could give their younger selves advice before the audition, what would they say?

Sooah is one of those people who go with their friends to an audition and end up being cast as well. She was accompanying Mia in her audition. She wanted to give her moral support and make sure everything would go as planned when one of the recruiters asked her to do something for them. Sooah was never really skillful. She couldn't sing or dance or act. But she’s pretty and that’s the main reason why they decided to sign with her. She was very nervous when she performed in front of them. She didn’t have anything prepared but a school song that they were supposed to perform in a festival soon and a guitar that she could barely play.

Sooah would tell herself not to be so harsh because maybe they did hire her because of her looks but that doesn’t mean she was a complete talentless failure. She was always so gentle to others; she should learn to be gentler to herself too.

+ Day Four: Remember the trainee days? What are some of your muse’s memories of being a trainee? How long were they a trainee? Were they worried about potentially not making a debut? Talk about any challenges they might have encountered.

Sooah’s memories of trainee days are almost blurred together in a mess of constant practice and doubting herself. Those weren’t very happy times, she felt insecure and out of place because these more talented people were training with her and she was not sure of her abilities or if she even deserved to be there with these people.

Sooah was a trainee for one year and four months, from November of 2013 to March of 2015 when was added to Fuse. Sooah always felt like she would never make it to a group and would eventually be kicked out by the company or be reassigned to a different department like modeling or acting. So, she had a constant fear of not making it to debut.

+ Day Five: Recall your muse’s debut. What was the song they debuted with? How did it feel performing for the first time on stage as an idol? Feel free to bring up their thoughts about the concept, choreography, lyrics, music video, or other components.

Sooah debuted with Fuse’s first EP and it was called ‘Ice Cream Cake’ from the album of the same name. She remembers quite vividly feeling very excited but also extremely terrified. She never performed in front of an audience before and the Fuse fans had made it pretty clear even before she made her first appearance that they weren’t fond of Gold Star’s strategy of adding a useless member to a group that was already perfect as four. But she was finally making it to debut and there was no hater in her life that would stop her from feeling ecstatic at this opportunity.

Sooah liked ‘Ice Cream Cake’. Both the single and the album were nice. She thinks the MV was particularly aesthetically pleasing, her unnies looked stunning as always. She wasn’t certain about the ‘everyone will go blonde’ but the different tones made each of them stand out in different ways. At the time, she had never practiced choreography as much as she did for ‘Ice Cream Cake’. She went over and over this routine thousand times just to make sure she wouldn’t mess up. She was only sixteen at the time, so everything kind of overwhelmed her.

+ Day Six: What concept does your muse think they can pull off best? Cutesy? Manly? Sexy? What concept do they have a hard time pulling off? What kind of concept would they want to do at some point?

Sooah can put off cutesy, happier concepts better than the more badass, girl crush ones and that has a lot to do with her looks more than with what she’s comfortable doing. She doesn’t mind their more happy and upbeat concepts just as she doesn’t mind when she has to do more serious stuff. ‘Peek-a-Boo’ remains as one of her favorite MV’s and songs to this day just as much as ‘Red Flavor’ and she thinks that’s nice because that’s the whole concept they were going for with Fuse. With how many weird concepts they’ve done in the past, Sooah thinks they can pull off pretty much anything at this point but she knows it’s very unlikely that Gold Star would invest in a concept similar to Lucid’s Nightmare trilogy. She would love to do something like that though.

+ Day Seven: Which era is your muse’s favorite in their career? Why is it their favorite (think concept, promotions, choreography, etc.)? If your muse has recently debuted, talk about what they would want to do for their next comeback.

‘Russian Roulette’ is an era that she thinks many people end up forgetting and it’s not fair because it was pretty fun to promote. The storyline for the MV is not the lightest, of course, since they are trying to get the others to get badly injured but the scenarios were so colorful and full of life (ironic). The choreography was tricky, but all choreographies were tricky for Sooah. It was fun to learn though, and she had a lot of fun while learning it because it didn’t give her much of a headache and she quickly learned the movements. It was a very cute kind of concept that she remembers fondly.

+ Day Eight: Talk about your muse’s strengths and weaknesses as an idol. Feel free to discuss their thoughts regarding these components. Think of qualities such as vocals, dancing, visuals, acting skills, and variety show skills, for example.

Sooah’s strengths as an idol are very reliant on her visuals and variety show skills, so everything that isn’t performative. Her looks were always something people praised her for even before auditioning to become a trainee. She was always very pretty and always had this soft look on her that works very well because it makes people feel at ease. It’s not the type of beauty that pushes people away but draws them in.

She used to be very shy in variety shows but Sooah got much better at that as years went by. To be fair, she got a lot better over time, but her weaknesses are still singing, dancing, and rapping which is ironic since she’s an idol. The main problem there is her confidence, though. She doesn’t believe she’s good or capable and that uncertainty remains clear in the way she performs.

+ Day Nine: What is your muse’s fashion style? Talk about what kind of clothes they love to wear. To them, what is the essential thing to have in their closet? What is their favorite outfit?

It depends a lot on the season. During spring, Sooah will use very flowy and long skirts, with pastel colors, and be the princess of spring because that season fits her image incredibly well. During autumn, she’ll rely on more earth tones and long coats. Winter is the season she’ll just dress to not freeze, so everything comfy and warm, she’ll be using and summer, though not her favorite season, is the time in the year when she’ll allow herself to use short shorts and sleeveless shirts, maybe use more flannels and overalls. Sooah has a very consistent and good sense of fashion and she likes going shopping with friends. You’ll always find jean jackets in her wardrobe and she’ll try to fit them into some outfit she has to wear. Her favorite outfits are the more romantic ones though, so spring is the best time for that.

+ Day Ten: Talk about your muse’s three closest friends. How did they meet? How long have they known each other? What do they love most about their friends?

Yuanjun is one of her closest friends and someone she cherishes a lot because despite being a little different personality-wise, they get along well to form the infamous 99-line. She likes his company and appreciates that they could remain, friends, because there weren’t any scandals involving the two of them. Boys and girls can be friends in the end and she’s glad people learned that, in this case.

Mia is one of her long-time friends. She’s the reason why Sooah was scouted by Gold Star because Sooah was only accompanying Mia when she decided to audition. Their relationship was a little messy because Mia was always the talented one but she ended up not debuting while Sooah, who was always pretty useless managed to make her way into Fuse. Sooah always felt guilty but Mia is now making sure that she knows none of that was her fault and they are still in good terms.

And last but not least, she would mention Minjung because despite not being the same age and being in the same team for work, Sooah still sees her as one of her closest friends and someone she can confide to. She was added to Fuse in 2015 and she was anxious because Minjung used to be their maknae and she was stealing the spot now but Minjung only proved to be very nice and sisterly to her and for that, she’ll be eternally thankful.

+ Day Eleven: Has your muse had any scandals? How have these scandals affected your muse as an idol or as a person? If your muse has not had any scandals, talk about their views on scandals. Is all publicity good publicity?

The only “scandal” of sorts Sooah was involved was when she was added to Fuse and some fans were not happy with Gold Star’s decision to add a pretty face to the team when they were perfect before. After that, Sooah lived pretty much like a saint, with no scandals and nothing that could tarnish Fuse’s or her image. It depends a lot on the scandal. Silly things as dating shouldn’t even be seen as scandals because idols are still humans but bullying scandals should surely be taken more seriously. And is bad to think that all publicity is good publicity because what kind of image they would want to build for the groups and company if they build their reputation around scandals. She’s not very fond of that idea.

+ Day Twelve: If your muse is in a group, what are the fun things about promoting with other members? What do they love about being in a group? What do they love about their members? If your muse is a solo artist, what are their thoughts on promoting alone? What do they love about being solo?

Sooah loves promoting with her members. She is very fond of them all and thinks she’s very lucky. She didn’t expect to be in a group where the members would be so supportive of her and look out for her the way her members do. It’s nice that the waiting rooms are never silent, there’s always someone talking and it’s noisy and because she grew up in a house full of people that is very comforting. She loves her members as a whole but also individually. She loves that Miyeon is like this force of nature that is amazing in pretty much everything but still has time to be supportive of Sooah. She loves that Suji was like a mother to her and took great care of her and made her feel comfortable in the group. She loves that Minjung is someone who likes to pamper her and is like a pretty sister she has now. They all feel like family to Sooah.

+ Day Thirteen: For the muses in a group, what are the challenges of being one of several people in a group? Have there been any troubles that have come along with being in a group environment and times they wish they were alone? For the solo artist muses, have you ever felt lonely promoting alone? Do you ever wish that you were in a group instead?

Sooah never hoped to be alone because she doesn’t think she can perform if she’s alone on the stage. Being in a group means that the public’s attention can deviate from a member to others and that’s only normal and it’s totally fine. There will be times she’ll feel like she did a good job but other members get more attention but Sooah thinks it’s only fair because she’s not exactly someone people will have their eyes set on for any reason in particular. She’s not the best singer, or dancer, or rapper. She knows people will look at her because she has great visuals though.

+ Day Fourteen: If your muse is in a group, how do you think they would have fared had they had a solo career instead? What kind of concept would they have? If your muse is a solo artist, how do you think they would have fared if they were in an idol group? What position of the group do you think they would have?

Sooah would do very poorly as a solo artist. To be fair, she probably wouldn’t even be sent to be an idol and would be redirected to the modeling or acting department instead. But if they were silly enough to still debut her as a solo artist, they would go with something light and aesthetically pleasing to match with her visuals. The songs wouldn’t go to high places and everything vocal would be minimalistic. Think of Kriesha Chu or even SOLE or Younha and we’ll have Sooah as a solo artist.

+ Day Fifteen: Who does your muse look up to in the industry? Why do they look up to this person?

Sooah looks up to everyone because she’s a sweetheart but if she had to pick three people she looks up to the most, those would be Lipstick’s Minah because she’s amazing in everything she does. She can sing, she can act, she can dance and she cooks amazing meals to Sooah. The perfect person who remained humble even after the success of her group. She wants to be like Minah when she grows up. She also looks up to Lux a lot and it’s not only because Lux helped her to write a song from scratch and promoted the song with her. She thinks Lux is an amazing artist and songwriter/composer and she wants to learn a lot from the older girl. On a similar note, there’s Joosung from Element. They worked together briefly during the BASE project and she saw him in this new light and thinks he’s a very talented and easy-going person. She aims to be a good producer like him in the future.

+ Day Sixteen: If your muse could do a special stage with another artist or idol group, who would it be and why? What song would they perform?

Sooah would love to work with the members of Lucid. Maybe Sooah and Alice, they are the same age and are already close because of the 99-line Sooah has going on. Since they have similar positions in their respective groups and because Alice is a great dancer, they could have a special stage singing to one of the classics of K-pop. Maybe a BoA song. If given a proper heads-up maybe she can even compose and write a song for them.

+ Day Seventeen: How would your muse fare in a variety show? If your muse could appear on any variety show, which variety would it be and why? If you don’t have a lot of knowledge of variety shows, talk about what kind of variety show they would go on.

It depends a lot on the variety show. If it’s something like DoReMi Market or Knowing Bros, she’ll do fairly well because she feels comfortable, it’s just them there having a talk and telling stories, sometimes playing some games. If it’s a show like Running Man or Law of the Jungle where she’ll have to actively show surviving skills or running and jumping, that makes her more anxious because she’s just not good at that kind of stuff.

+ Day Eighteen: What entertainment agency is your muse a part of? What do they think of other groups and artists that are in the same agency as them? Which labelmates do they get along with the most, excluding group members?

Sooah is part of Gold Star Media. She thinks people in her agency are dope even if the company itself makes some questionable decisions sometimes. But every single one of their artists, Sooah likes and listens to their songs. From their soloists to the co-ed group they have. Gold Star releases really good songs, she thinks and she’s very musically oriented and the company offers her the kind of support she would need to thrive in that area. She’s not particularly close to anyone in her company, except her members, though.

+ Day Nineteen: Is there anything besides idol activities that your muse would want to do? Would they want to take their hand at hosting a variety show or act in a television show or drama? Would they want to try out modeling or a musical? If they have done things such as these, talk about their thoughts toward these things.

Sooah thrives in the modeling route and that’s the most obvious path for her because of her unapparelled young visuals. That’s something she would want to do especially because it’s very easy for her and it’s also fun but to be honest, she would like to try her hand in variety shows more now that Fuse already has an established image.

+ Day Twenty: If your muse was able to be a part of a supergroup that comprised of current idols, who would they want to be in the same group, and why? What kind of concept would this group have? How do you think the group would do in terms of popularity?

If Sooah was to pick members for a supergroup, she would struggle a lot because many others are better qualified. But she would pick Lipstick’s Hyeju, Lucid’s Hyoyeon and Jeonghwa and WISH’s Sophie, besides herself. All of them are skilled and have the visuals Sooah would want to see in a group, besides being charismatic so she thinks they would do well together? Because they would look very powerful, they would probably invest in a more powerful, girl crush concept, like the ones in Femme Fatale. And since they have big names in the industry, they would also do fairly okay, popularity-wise.

+ Day Twenty-One: How does your muse feel about their fans? How do they feel about sasaeng fans? How would they handle a situation in which they were faced with obsessive fans that followed them or invaded their privacy? If they’ve had problems with sasaeng fans before, how did they feel about it?

She’s appreciative of her fans and she’s extremely glad that they are kind to her and her members too. She’s grateful that they kind of protect her from OT4 stans and that warms her heart a lot. She doesn’t know what she should do with sasaeng fans though. She’s scared of them, more than anything. She’s scared of which boundaries they might break to get her attention and she fears there’ll be a day they’ll end up hurting someone to get to her. She would try to communicate her thoughts and ask them to leave, even though she knows that probably wouldn’t work out. She would just be scared and ask her manager to help her with it.

+ Day Twenty-Two: Talk about your muse’s goals that they have for their group or themselves if they are a solo artist. Where would they want to promote if given the chance? Do they want to do a solo album at one point? This can be any sort of professional goal.

There isn’t much she can think of because she’s good at following the flow and doing as she’s told. Fuse reached a point where things are comfortable and their name is established. She wants the other members to be able to have separate careers and still be successful with the things they want to do so maybe that means they’ll have to be more recognizable not only internationally but also locally. She never visited Central or South America and she would love to visit the countries in these regions sometime in the future to promote.

+ Day Twenty-Three: What are your muse’s thoughts on being an idol and dating? Are they against dating? Have they ever been in a relationship after debuting? If so, talk about the challenges that have come along with dating. If they aren’t dating, would they want to date?

She understands why some people are against it. She doesn’t agree with their thoughts. She thinks that they are young and they are surrounded by beautiful people all the time and at some point, is only natural to feel attraction towards someone. And as healthy, young people, they should be allowed to have normal experiences such as dating. Sooah was never in a relationship before or after debut. She was way too young when she became a trainee and she was way too focused on not messing up and practicing after she debuted. And of course, she would love to date someone if she feels it’s the right person.

+ Day Twenty-Four: Who is your muse’s ideal type? Why is this person their ideal type?

She has been saying since debut that she finds Lee Dong Wook very attractive and nominated him as her idol type since 2015. She never talked to Lee Dong Wook personally so she can’t talk about anything but his good looks. The sharp jaw and the kind of eyes are what draws her to this kind of aesthetic and she’ll be the first to admit that people like him don’t look like they smile a lot but there’s a certain satisfaction in getting a smile from them and the possibility makes her heart flutter. She has to be able to rely on the person and feel comfortable being around them. They also have to know how to properly cook, otherwise, they’ll rely on take-out for a long while.

+ Day Twenty-Five: What does your muse want to be remembered for in the idol world? Do they want to be remembered for their vocal prowess? Their image? Their dancing skills? Their scandals?

Sooah wants to be remembered as someone who improved over the years and became great in the end. She won’t stand out in any meaningful way. She’ll never be the greatest singer or the best dancer or someone remembered because of her little rap lines in Fuse’s songs. She does expect people to have the image of someone who came from the bottom and still managed to become someone great and who learned and improved a lot. Someone who never really stagnated and worked on herself to become a better artist.

+ Day Twenty-Six: Does your muse ever regret becoming an idol? Do they ever think about what they would be doing instead if they lived a normal life? If they could go back in time, would they do everything all over again? Or would they end up doing something else?

She remembers regretting becoming an idol when she went back home after living with her members in the dorms. She was moving back home so she could spend some more time with her parents and she remembers seeing them after a long while and thinking, “they have aged”. There were wrinkles around her father’s eyes and her mother was slouching a little bit more and she remembers feeling very sad because she barely spent time with them in the last 4 years or so. She never thought she would have a normal life, to begin with. She dreamed of big adventures and in a way or another, this is a big adventure and she tries not to regret things or think how things would have turned out. She doesn’t think she would trade her life now for a “normal” life mainly because she can’t imagine herself not having the people, she has in her life now.

+ Day Twenty-Seven: After working hard on promotions, your muse is given the chance to take a two-week vacation anywhere in the world at any time they want, with nobody bothering them. Where would they go and when? Why would they want to take their vacation there? If they had the opportunity to bring three other people, who would they bring?

She always wanted to visit Machu-Pichu so maybe she would go there and hike her way up the mountains. She remembers seeing a documentary when she was younger and that became her plan with her mom that one day they would go to Peru and see the clouds from up there. She still didn’t have the time to do that with her. She would take her mom and her two older siblings with her. Dad is not very fond of that because he has back problems so he would have two weeks of freedom at home on his own.

+ Day Twenty-Eight: Talk about your muse’s low point in life. Why was this a low point in their life? What kind of challenges did they face and how did they feel about this? Were they able to overcome it? If it is still ongoing, are they working on overcoming these challenges?

During the trainee years, Sooah’s self-esteem hit a really low level. She was self-doubting a lot at the time and thinking she wasn’t enough and that she wouldn’t be able to ever get better regarding her skills. She was surrounded by incredibly talented people but there she was, not being remotely good in what she was supposed to do. Sooah thinks she’ll never get completely rid of this kind of thoughts, mainly because she knows she has a long way to go but things now are much better and because she has so many supportive figures in her life, she can rely on them more and not suffer on her own anymore.

+ Day Twenty-Nine: Talk about your muse’s most meaningful moment as an idol. This is what they feel so far is the highest point in their life and where they’ve never been happier. Recall the memory and describe it; what happened and how did they feel?

Sooah remembers the moment of their first concert with a lot of fondness. They have been practicing for months at the time and Sooah was so nervous because it would be their first time doing a concert only with their fans and she didn’t want to mess things up. The moment they were waiting backstage to be okayed to go up and perform, she had a million thoughts in her head that slowly started dissipating as they sang and danced. She remembers feeling very warm in her heart when they had their first break and as they introduced themselves, she would hear the screams of the fans. When her turn came up and she heard their screams of support, Sooah laughed and her eyes teared a bit even. She was never so happy to perform like she was with the ‘Red Room’.

+ Day Thirty: Think about your muse’s life down the road. Where would they be and what would they be doing? Would they still be in the entertainment industry? Would they settle down and have a family?

When Fuse eventually disbands, Sooah will probably not get involved with music. At least she won’t be releasing songs for herself to sing. She’ll be more than happy to remain active as a lyricist/composer/producer and that’s her priority. Maybe invest more in her career as a model and start putting her visuals to good use, too. But she doesn’t exactly see herself wanting to be the center of attention like it happened in Fuse. She wants to slowly show her process of retirement, pretty much like Hyori wanted to do once in past. She sees herself settling down to have a family. She also sees herself traveling around the world and enjoying life differently too.

#『 .. headcanon. 』#+10pts.

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chonisbestmistake · 5 years ago

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Missed opportunities and second chances [2]

[part 1]

Lisa x Female!Reader

Warnings: fluff, angst

Word count: 2,626

Summary: You broke up with Lisa almost three years ago. Then you met Jennie at the store and this is not something she expected. At all.

NOTE: It`s kind of a mid-part because I decided to split the 2d part in two and feed you all. All of your answers are gonna be answered in the 3d part. Soon.

It was a Saturday morning when you finally had the courage to text Jennie. You’ve been thinking about pros and cons of reaching out to her for a whole week, finally deciding it wouldn`t be so bad to have her back in your life again. The only thing still concerning you was that Jennie was Lisa`s friend, which means she`ll know about their little get-together in no time. Or she already knew. About you and Vanessa. Jennie wouldn`t hide it from her friends even if you asked her to, it was obvious. And that was indeed a problem. You weren`t ready to discuss anything with them, especially with Lisa. Thought you doubted she`d want to even look at you after all these years. Anyway, it was a matter of time before they knew everything, so you let your fears go and texted Jennie like a brave woman would do.

You: Hey, it`s Y/N.

Jennie: Finally! I thought you forgot about me.

You: Just been busy with work and stuff, you know. Do you still want to meet up?

Jennie: Hell yeah I do! Are you free today?

You: Yeah, I just need to pick Nessie up from her dance classes and I’ll be free.

Jennie: Great! I wanna see this cutie again, can you take her too? Let`s meet at this cafe, I’ll send you the address.

You: Sure. See you! Nessie says hi by the way.

Jennie: Tell her hi too! Can`t wait to see you guys again.

“Are we here yet?” Vanessa was bouncing in her car seat, always ecstatic about going out and seeing new places. You were amazed at how energetic she was even after two hours of dancing and jumping around. Every time you picked her up she was blabbing non-stop with that high-pitched excited voice about new kids she met and new moves they learned and you honestly couldn`t feel happier.

“Almost.” You answered, pulling your car to the parking lot and smiling at your child.

“What about now? Here?” Nessie tried to look out of the window, sighing happily when you stopped the vehicle.

“Let me unbuckle you first, kiddo.” You got out of the car and put Vanessa down, stretching her outfit. Her pigtails were a little messed up from jumping, so you fixed them quickly, getting a small ‘thank you’ in return. “Let`s go now.”

Taking Nessie`s hand, you made your way to the small cafe on the side of the street. A sweet scent of coffee enveloped you both when you came in and Vanessa instantly sighed at the sight of cookies and other desserts on the shelves. You chuckled slightly and pulled her further in, promising to buy some sweets and searching for the familiar eyes.

Jennie was sitting in the farthest corner, hidden by the curtains, with a cup of fresh latte and a phone in the other hand. She was chatting excitedly with a blonde girl by her side and when your eyes met - you immediately recognized her. Her eyes widened and you smiled shyly. Nessie let go of your hand and ran to meet Jennie while you were still staring at Rosé.

“Hey, sweetie pie! How have you been?” Jennie pulled Vanessa up on the couch and hugged her tightly. Nessie was ecstatic that her new friend greeted her so warmly and giggled loudly.

“Hi, aunty Jennie! I’ve been great, thank you!” She sent her a toothy smile, turning back to look at Rosé. You realized you zoned out and made your way to the coach, sending Rosé a smile. She stood up instantly and wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

“Chae.” You sighed, burring your nose in her neck and returning the embrace.

“Y/N, I missed you so much!” She let go of you and you two sat down. Rosé turned to Vanessa with a beaming smile, who was examining her curiously.

“Hi! I’m Chaeyoung. But you can call me Rosie if you want.” She said sweetly and your daughter grinned, nodding.

“I`m Vanessa, nice to meet you! Are you mommy`s friend too?” She asked Chaeyoung and looked at you for approval.

“Yes, baby, we`ve known each other before you were even born, can you imagine?” You said in a playful tone and Vanessa gasped in surprise.

“Woah, that`s a whole lot!” Her eyes widened comically and she grinned at Rosé, holding her little fist up above the table. Chaeyoung paused for a moment and then chuckled in realization, fist-bumping her gently.

“You`re so cute, oh my God.” She whined, poking her cheeks and Vanessa giggled happily.

After a while, your nervousness faded completely and it started to feel like an old`s friend get-together. A waiter brought a set of cookies and some drinks to the table, Vanessa was enjoying her meal and the conversation was floating peacefully between the three of you. The girls talked about their love life, the comebacks, family matters and you were happy to hear they were finally getting their freedom after almost six years of being in a cage, as you used to call their company. Rosé was texting someone when Nessie called her attention suddenly.

“You look like a princess!” Nessie sighed in awe and you and Jennie shared a good laugh while Rosie`s face was turning crimson.

“Why do you think that?” She asked shyly and you answered before anyone could process the question.

“It`s the blonde hair. She has a thing for Rapunzel and we`ve seen it for a hundred times already.” You sighed dramatically, patting your child`s had.

“Yes, she`s my favorite!” Nessie giggled and bit another cookie like there was no tomorrow.

“Aww, that`s nice to hear. I like her a lot too! But don`t tell that to Lisa or Chu, she`s their favorite and they`re going to tickle me to death if they know.” Chaeyoung rolled her eyes playfully and your heart skipped a beat even though you were in the conversation with Jennie.

“Chu..?” Nessie tilted her head and Rosé hurried to explain.

“Jisoo and Lisa, our friends. Lisa actually has a strange hair color that I can’t really explain because it changes so quickly, but Jisoo`s a redhead. You`re going to love them though, they`re so funny!” Chaeyoung chuckled and Vanessa tried to smile with her mouth full, failing miserably.

“Chae, what are you talking about?” Jennie asked, concern written all over her face because she knew you wouldn`t be happy at the idea.

“Oh, Jichu texted me they were nearby and I told them where we are, so they decided to come and meet Vanessa as well. They`re so excited! Chu`s been dying to see you, Y/N.” She answered easily and you sighed, trying to organize your thoughts. Jisoo was one thing. But you were definitely not prepared to meet Lisa right now nor introduce her to Vanessa. “Y/N, I hope you don`t mind? I`m sorry I didn`t ask beforehand, but it`s been so long…”

“I`m not sure if it`s a good idea, Chae…” You desperately tried to think about any excuse to escape the situation and avoid meeting the girls but the doorbell already rang in the distance and you immediately heard their voices before you even saw them turning around the corner. Your hand unintentionally flew to Vanessa in a protective gesture which didn`t go unnoticed by Jennie. She frowned, probably trying to rationalize your actions but you didn`t give it a second thought because all of your attention was on the two women who were making their way to your table. They were wearing masks but their eyes were wide open, filled curiosity and excitement. Jisoo took off her mask, showing her pretty smile and Lisa followed her quickly, smiling shyly when they came closer.

“Y/N! My God, it`s been years.” You stood up, returning the hug, and realized you`ve been holding your breath this whole time. Vanessa was unusually quiet, sitting with Jennie, probably startled by the tension in the air. You looked at Lisa, who seemed lost and out of place, so you just smiled kindly and embraced her quickly, braking the ice like it was nothing.

“Hi, Lisa.” You whispered in her ear gently. Her sent was so familiar yet it felt like a distant memory. You zoned out for a moment but caught yourself quickly and let her go, owning a small shy ’Hi’ in return. It was obvious she didn’t know how to act around you yet and you felt just the same, desperately trying to look confident. Meeting an ex was never an easy task.

The free of you sat down and Vanessa crawled to your lap, wrapping her hands around your neck and looking at two girls with suspicion and curiosity. She seemed to notice your discomfort and came to the rescue. It made your heart flutter and you smiled at how protective and sensitive she was already at such a young age. You loved your little girl so damn much.

“Aww, cutie.” Jisoo cooed at the view and you remembered that all eyes were on you now.

“It`s okay, baby. Don`t worry, I’m okay.” You whispered in her ear and she relaxed against your front. In the corner of your eye, you saw Lisa tilt her head curiously, like a puppy, and smile at your daughter.

“Hi, I`m Lisa!” She said in a cute voice and held her fist up. You saw Nessie`s eyes widen comically in excitement and everyone chuckled when she hurried to bump her fist in return, almost falling off your lap. Her little palm looked even smaller in comparison to Lisa`s and it made your heart ache.

“I`m Vanessa.” She grinned happily and you couldn`t help but smile brightly, admiring your child. Your nerves started to ease again, though it was still hard for you to look Lisa in the eyes, so you focused on your baby girl completely.

“I`m Jisoo, nice to meet you, Vanessa.” The older girl smiled and fist-bumped her too, noting the similarity between you and your daughter out loud. It made you blush and you felt pride warming your chest. Giving birth was really the best decision you`ve ever made.

“Chichu.” Nessie chuckled loudly and Jisoo glared at two other girls that were laughing hysterically. Lisa followed them shortly, adding a little 'You`re dead, guys.’ in between.

“It wasn`t me!” Jennie giggled while Chaeyoung hid her face in her hands, snickering and moving away from Jisoo`s grasp before she could catch her by the elbow.

“You`ll gonna pay for that, Chipmunk.” Jisoo shot her a death glare and everyone laughed again. You felt yourself relax in their company and you were thankful they made everything easier. They were just like that. And all of your concerns about meeting Lisa again faded into the background.

“So, Y/N, tell me everything! What have you been up to? How did you get this little nugget over here?”

“I`m not a nugget!!!”

You talked for about an hour and it felt like you never parted. Vanessa made everything seem so simple, carefree and bright, and by the end of the conversation, everyone was completely in love with her. You answered all of their questions, avoiding the topic of Nessie`s other parent like a plague. Jennie was paying close attention to you again, but you brushed it off, thinking she`s just missed you that much. Lisa was being unproblematic and you were thankful she didn`t mention anything about your horrible break up. To be honest, all of your previous fears were useless. It`s like she was the same Lisa you knew years ago - bright and funny, but now she was more mature and it seemed like she thought twice before saying anything. You were really enjoying their company and Vanessa seemed to like them just as much.

“Mommy!” She gasped suddenly in horror and you felt your heart speed up. “I forgot Nicky at the studio!”

“Oh my God, Nessie, you gave me a heart attack.” You sighed, closing your eyes and leaning back on the couch, and the girls chuckled. “We`ll get him back later, i promise. But please, don`t scare me like that ever again.” Vanessa nodded and returned to her noodles you ordered a while ago like she didn`t just nearly killed all of your nerve cells.

“A studio?” Rosie perked up and you snickered. Of course, she wouldn`t just skip something related to music in any sense.

“I dance!” Nessie answered happily and a noodle fell out of her mouth, making Jennie burst out laughing. You picked the food up and wiped her face gently.

“You like to dance?” Lisa asked excitedly and Jisoo rolled her eyes, grinning.

“Yes! It`s the best thing in the whole wooorld!” She nodded eagerly and Lisa high-fived her, asking Vanessa to show her some moves later.

“I wonder who she got it from…” Jennie muttered under her nose, but you heard it clearly. You frowned, catching her eyes with your own, but she didn`t look away, and you couldn`t help but tilt your head in question. She didn`t say anything, eyes falling to her phone quickly, so you changed the subject.

“Alright guys, we still have to go back to that studio and it`s someone`s nap time soon, so we better head out.” You said and Vanessa shook her head quickly with eyes full of concern.

“It`s not mine, mommy!” She looked tired already and was about to start getting fussy, but you still brushed her hair gently, took the money out of your purse and stood up.

“Yeah, it`s mine.” You smiled at her pouty lips and Chaeyoung cooed. “I so need a nap.” You said, showing how exhausted you were by rubbing your eyes softly.

“Okay then, mommy. I’ll stay with you when you get your beauty sleep, aright?” She nodded confidently and jumped off the couch in a second.

“Thank you, baby, you`re the best!” The girls stood up too to say goodbye and you smiled at them, still not believing everything went so good.

“How are you so good with her?” Jisoo chuckled, hugging you and you grinned, returning the embrace. “I thought she was about to have a tantrum like any other kid would. You`re a magician!”

“Practice, duh. And, I’m the best.”

“You sure are.” Jennie snickered, kissing your cheek.

“Don`t forget to say goodbye, Nessie.” You told your kid, who was hugging Rose tightly.

“Bye-bye, aunty Jennie, bye-bye, aunty Rosie, bye-bye, aunty Jichu, bye-bye, aunty Lisa!” She lost her breath byt the time she said goodbye to everyone and the girls burst out laughing, melting completely. You hugged Jisoo and Lisa and took Nessie`s hand in yours.

“It was so good to see you guys!” You said on your way out while Vanessa was waving excitedly.

Lisa`s smile was still imprinted on your mind when you were putting Nessie to sleep that night and it felt so odd to think again about a woman you haven`t seen for so long yet who was related to you so much. She was still that Lisa you knew back then, but it seemed like she was completely a different person now and you couldn`t help but worry if this get-together with your ex would be a good thing for you or not. It got worse when Jennie texted you again that same night, wanting to meet up and promising that it would be just you and her this time. You were starting to get worried that she might be suspicious or if she knew something she didn`t need to, but you tried to reassure yourself that there was no way she would know. Right? You didn`t get much sleep that night, holding Nessie closer to your chest than usual, flashbacks of your past coming back to you till the sun rose in the morning and Vanessa opened her sparkly eyes again.

#blackpink #blackpink scenarios #lisa x reader #lalisa manoban #blackpink fanfiction #blackpink headcanons #blackpink x reader #blackpink imagines #Missed opportunities and second chances #moasc

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dunkshotdreaming · 5 years ago

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Pairing: werewolf!Jaemin x idol/werewolf!reader (mentions of other members ft. appearances by the dreamies)

Genre: fluff (pg-13 at most), fantasy/supernatural au

Word count: 4,391

Summary: Maybe the cute little pup from Rouge territory wasn’t so bad after all. or In which borrowing a jacket turns out to be a fateful encounter.

✎ A/N: Officially kicking off the Nyctophilia series with a story based on the dream that started it all. Hope you guys will enjoy it, and so excited to finally have some time to work on this. (Here’s to hoping the rest of this project will turn out alright~ because I’m not even sure if this one did☺) I also apologize that this one isn’t entirely gender neutral, but if you swap out like that one pet name, I’m sure it could be! I’ll try to keep the other ones more neutral, if I can.

It felt like ages since you’d had some time off, and there was no better way to celebrate the end of your group’s promotional period than to visit your dear friends and kick back like the good old days. You had known your friends, Sayuri and Kaoru, ever since you were children. The siblings were the next youngest of the Blackwolf clan, after you, and the lot of you had many an adventure if your days as pups. Being part of the same clan, it isn’t impossible to think that the three of you had retained such a close friendship over time. They were almost like your right and left hands when it came to running the Blackwolf clan, of which you were the alpha. It was tough being both an idol and the alpha of one of the four major werewolf packs, but all was manageable with the right help and strategies. Incidentally, however, there was once almost trouble caused by Sayuri, who was caught with her mate from a rival pack, the Silveridges. But thankfully, that was then, and this is now; a new era of alphas have taken over since, and the peace treaty the clans came to an agreement over two years ago has yet to be disrupted.

And so here you are, visiting the prestigious company building your friends work at, the famous (and infamous) SM Entertainment. Meanwhile Kaoru had intensive training he couldn’t get out of, since he was still a trainee, Sayuri was off today, having opted for the still-chaotic yet freer lifestyle of working as a composer and lyricist. Though she did some freelance work as well, on occasion, this was where her office was. It was a lot more comfortable for you two to meet here than have to deal with being out in public, or risk running into any eager fans. As much as you loved and appreciated them, everyone deserved their rest now and again.

You’re both catching up in the lobby, really invested in a conversation (gossip, really) about something that happened within the clan when you hear people incoming. Quickly, you bot shift gears and continue your conversation with much less detail, using codewords when necessary, so as to not risk being exposed while freely out in the human world. Recognizing the passersby as NCT Dream, you rise from your comfortable position in the plush leather loveseat you’d been sitting in to bow to the senior group. They chuckle and tell you not to worry about formalities, all the while worrying you further when they opt to hang around in the lobby. Glancing at Sayuri, you both give a solemn nod, deciding it was better safe than sorry, and saving the rest of your conversation for a later time. Being polite, you make conversation with the group of tired boys sitting on the couch adjacent to you, finding out that they were taking a break from their upcoming album’s dance rehearsals. You nodded understandingly, having just finished your own promotions and knowing all too well the stress of comeback preparations.

You were just about to invite your friend somewhere, anywhere to continue your conversation out of earshot, desperate to hear the end of her story. Humans be damned, you needed to find out if the rumors about fellow wolves in the industry were true! But alas, you’re interrupted when Jaemin, one of the members of Dream, notices you shivering, as the air conditioning vent was just above your spot, leaving you with icy hands and chattering teeth.

“Oh no, I’m fine, really, but thank you so much for-” you start, only to once again be interrupted by the boy.

“It’s nothing, don’t mention it!” he beams at you, grabbing at the sweater lying next to his lap and wrapping it around your shoulders. As you look up at him, you take notice of his features: his pretty eyes, the slight pout of lips, even the grayish streak adorning the midsection of his bangs. It isn’t until Jaemin catches the scent of something familiar that you break from your trance. He grabs at your freezing hands with his own warmer ones, teasing you about how cute the flustered look on your face is at his actions. The other members have tuned out at this point, assuming he was being flirty and no longer held as much interest at your interactions as their conversation about dinner.

As he leans downward to speak to you from where he’s standing, barely an inch away from your own leg, he whispers gently in your ear, “I’d know that scent anywhere.”

Taken aback, you try to clear away the cobwebs forming where your coherent speech normally takes residence in your brain, offering a weak “What?” in response.

“You smell a lot like me, but yet so different. What clan are you from?” And that’s when his words sink in, flooring you at the realization. You’d been so concerned with hiding away from others that you’d forgotten the possibility of there being another like yourself, completely missing the scent of wet dog radiating off him as you’d mistaken it for sweat.

“Blackwolf,” you reply, not missing the way his smile grows tenfold while holding his gaze, “I moved here from the Noire territory up north not even a few years ago.”

“Ahh, so that’s why your scent was so powerful, you grew up within the territory, huh? You must be close to the alpha then, I’m assuming?” Jaemin slides past you to claim the spot beside you on the smaller sofa, both fascinated and intrigued at the revelation.

“Actually,” you rub your neck as your tongue nervously wets your lower lip, “I am the alpha.” A chuckle escapes you at the wide-eyed expression of the wolf next to you, tripping over his words due to the shock. “What clan are you from then?”

“I’m a Redfur, though I didn’t grow up the Rouge territory out west,” he admits, suddenly feeling shy in the presence of someone of such high regard. “You see the blonde boy with the little mole under his eye? That’s Jeno, he’s a Silveridge, we’ve known each other since we were in preschool.” He grins as he tells you this, obviously happy to have a friend and fellow werewolf on his team, never having to worry about feeling left out, and being able to speak to one of his own right from home. You kind of envied him, in a way; sure, you had your two friends, but they weren’t your bandmates, let alone labelmates. As he looks over at you two suspiciously, having caught wind of his name, you wave at him, to which he simply offers a shy smile. Hearing the all too familiar clan name reminds you of an interesting story.

“You know, my friend over there,” you nod your head in Sayuri’s direction on the recliner opposite from your spot, “her mate is a Silveridge. They’ve been together since before the treaty.” Jaemin eyes her curiously, almost as if he had just noticed her presence. The word “mate” clicks, his mouth slightly agape as he puts two and two together.

“So, you’re a Blackwolf as well, then. I knew there had to be more of us in the industry, but to think we’ve worked together before and I never even knew you were a fellow wolf,” he shakes his head as Sayuri laughs, “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

“Likewise,” she replies in turn, “I had a feeling an NCT member or two had some, how do I put this… otherworldly energy? But I wasn’t sure if any of you were specifically werewolves, much less two of you.”

“There are like eight of us wolves, now that I think about it, though we don’t have a single Blackwolf yet. Care to join our humble Neo Culture Technology, princess?” The pet name sent your way throws you off-kilter, clearing your throat before you speak.

“As sweet as that offer is, I’m afraid I can’t just abandon my own group before we even make it to our second anniversary.”

“Then maybe you can accept my offer to join me in the café downstairs? I’d love to get to know more about the girl who stole my favorite jacket, if that’s alright with you…?” Jaemin is hesitant as he takes his shot, his lower lip nestled between his teeth as he anxiously awaits what words will leave your mouth. You glance over at Sayuri, who simply smirks in response before nodding your way, mumbling for you to “get lost” so that she can go check up on her brother, very likely an excuse to let you two be.

As she passes by you on her way out of the lobby, she sends a playful jab your way, reminiscing about how she had been ruthlessly teased for having a mate from another clan, reminding you that it would soon be your turn, should you end up with the Redfur after all.

The two of you politely excuse yourselves, embarrassed by all of the noise his bandmates make upon realizing that you’d be leaving together. You’re still wearing his sweater, which he refuses to take back, so you slip your arms through the sleeves to prevent the oversized garment from falling off your body. While chatting on your way to the café, you start to reminisce your days as an SM trainee before ending up at Loen. After some back and forth of trainee tales, you both come to the conclusion that the reason you’d seemed familiar to one another was that you used to be trainees around the same time, having had class together but never interacting before today. Jaemin later reveals that most of his bandmates aren’t actually human, and you’re left speechless, in disbelief until he starts listing them off.

“You already know about Jeno and I, but there are about six other wolves, as well as a variety of species amongst us. We had two humans, but one was recently bitten by a vampire, so now we’re down to just poor Mark,” Jaemin laughs, recalling the time Mark found out about that little fact.

“So, wait, mind if I ask who exactly…” you start but trail off, unsure just what you wanted to ask, let alone how to phrase your question. He holds the door open for you, only stepping in once you’ve passed ahead, and gently releases his hold on the door.

“I’ll explain everything you want to know, let’s just order first, alright?” Whispers spread like wildfire when you both walk in, next thing you know, you’re already at the counter across from the barista.

“And how may we help this adorable couple today?” the barista asks, almost smugly. You quickly try to interject, offering a denial, but Jaemin just eats up the attention, taking it almost as praise. He rattles off his order from hell, pardon, his chaotic mess of a coffee, with a sandwich before asking what you wanted to order. You try to insist on paying for your own, but he’s having none of that; realizing that he won’t budge, you sigh as you give in, telling the barista your drink of choice and asking for your own sandwich. The silence as you wait for your meals, if you could call them that, was painfully dull, a complete 180 from your previous time spent together. You can overhear a staff member or two muttering about how you two are “just so cute” and how they “envy young puppy love”, the latter unconsciously making your eye twitch.

“Thank you and come again! Have a great day,” the barista adds as he hands over your orders.

“We’re not-”

“She’s just shy, it’s ok,” Jaemin calmly states, picking up your food and walking off to a faraway table tucked into the lonesome corner of the café. He ignores the glare sent his way, his shit-eating grin plastered nearly from ear to ear. You follow him and sit down in the booth across from him, gratefully accepting your share. As you begin to unwrap your sandwich, he stands up again, decidedly grabbing his things before announcing that he’s got a better idea. “The practice room should still be empty right now, why don’t we sneak in there to eat, so I can tell you all about the others?”

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Cross-legged on the floor, you’re both sitting barely inches apart from one another as Jaemin recounts all of his inhuman bandmates to you. “For starters, there’s Taeyong who’s the Redfur alpha, he’s almost like a dad to me. Lucas and Kun are Goldensnouts, the latter being the alpha of their clan. Jeno is a Silveridge, but so is Jaehyun,” he pauses to eat, or rather inhale, half of his sandwich before taking a sip from his murky, liquid concoction.

“What a day, I get to meet another werewolf and find out there’s been a whole horde of you just under my nose. That’s lovely, just lovely,” you dramatize, hearing the boy beside you chuckle into his drink as his knee playfully knocks into yours.

“Relax, it’s not so bad. Maybe you’ve just got a weak nose, for an alpha,” he jests, wiggling his brows at your flared nostrils. “Where was I? Ah yes, the rest of the members,” Jaemin starts off, continuing to list from the vampires through the rest. You find out that Renjun is a pureblood vampire, whereas Yuta who was a human, was recently turned, and therefore needs to be extra careful with sunlight. Speaking of, Renjun’s fascination for aliens comes to light as he explains that Winwin and Yangyang are both actually from a planet known as Scorlirsus, having crash landed and yet to find a way back. Then there’s Haechan, who is apparently a demigod, the sun of Apollo at that, which gives his Fullsun nickname a whole new connotation. From half-demons to sorcerers, from sirens to angels; besides the abundance of wolves, there are so many different species that you end up to losing track of them all. Except for poor Mark, who makes for an exceptionally talented human.

Another moment of silence springs up as you finish your drinks, only this one is a lot more comfortable, enjoying the presence of newfound company between your shy gazes and small talk. “Oh, you have something, right there,” Jaemin points out, breaking the silence. Before you know it, thumb reaching towards the edge of your lips as he wipes at the dried hot chocolate there before licking his finger clean. You’re dumbfounded at how casual he is about it, as if he didn’t just indirectly lick your face, then again, the gesture would be a lot less weird to wolves than to humans, so you simply shrug it off. Just about ready to toss out your trash, Jaemin grins mischievously your way as he aims his straw in your direction.

“Would you like a taste of my coffee, princess?” Two options, you realize, two options are all you have. Either taste his infamous coffee like a champ, or risk another jab at being a weak alpha for not being able to handle a little coffee. You nod, bracing yourself for whatever the taste of that drink from hell may be like, only to be utterly surprised instead.

In the blink of an eye, his drink is forgotten on the practice room floor, one of his hands on the floor beside his leg to balance him as the others lightly grips the back of your neck, holding you in place as he brings his lips to yours. Smooth, is all you can think as his tongue slides across your mouth, indirectly allowing you to taste his drink as he drinks in your lips instead. Once again, he’s teasing you for the blush on your cheeks, cooing at how adorable he finds it; but all you can do is laugh, because it’s not like he was faring any better. Jaemin’s eyes bore into yours, wordlessly asking for permission to kiss you again, to which you respond in turn by meeting him halfway, just as eager.

Rather than one deep kiss, you both share a series of softer kisses, an almost childish air to the way he handles you. As you slide over, wanting to get a little closer, he pulls you to sit onto his lap instead, placing an innocent kiss at the skin of your exposed shoulder before resting his head in the crook of your neck. His hands are running through your hair, the world feeling like it slowed down until only this moment was occurring. In the dead silence, your brain comes up with an idea, and it isn’t long before it uncontrollably tumbles out of your mouth.

“Do something crazy with me?”

“And what would that be, princess?”

“Run away with me,” you take a deep breath before continuing, “just for a little while. Let’s escape this stuffy company, our schedules, everything. Let me show you a beautiful place not far away.” Your eyes are downcast as you play with his hands, unconsciously holding your breath as you wait for a response. To your surprise, Jaemin beams a beautiful smile your way, his crinkling eyes the sign of genuine happiness.

“Lead the way,” his deep voice rumbles low in his chest, no hesitancy as he chooses to follow you wherever you shall lead, placing a kiss on the back of your hand to seal the deal. You’re both rushing to toss your trash out before running downstairs again, chasing each other not unlike the way two puppies would when playing around. It’s already late when you both sneak out from the company, the stars shining brightly overhead as you both shift into wolf forms once you're at a safe distance away from the craziness of the building, safe from any possible prying eyes.

You both run on and on for awhile, playfully bumping into one another on purpose or pushing a snout towards the other, before eventually arriving at your destination; a beautiful field of flowers far away from the city, where all the stars are visible and no one is around to bother you. After cooling off some from the long voyage, you end up laying side by side, still in your wolf forms as you don’t often get to have the luxury to be so free. Taking in the view of the large mass of red beside you, you take note of the beautiful rouge coat Jaemin is sporting, a colorful contrast to the sleek black fur you were donning. His golden eyes bore into your own, a light blue so pale it appears gray, akin the gleam from the moon casting down from overhead.

What would appear to anyone else as barking and whining is the result of both you and Jaemin conversing, talking about anything and everything, and he thanks you for taking him somewhere so beautiful and peaceful. Exchanging a nuzzle or two before ending up turning to lay almost as if you were spooning, only you’re all curled up, just barely laying atop him, you revel in the comfort you receive solely from being around one another. Perhaps the phrase “puppy love” wasn’t as bad as you’d always thought, maybe it was that feeling of finally finding someone they click well with, or a chance encounter with their mate.

You had both unintentionally fallen asleep under your favorite tree, deep in a peaceful slumber as your chests rise and fall with each breath, waking up just as the sun is about to begin its ascent. You’re the first to awake, blinking the sleep from your eyelids as you look down and take note of hands where paws had been, wondering when you’d both transformed back, and silently praying there wasn’t mud all over Jaemin’s jacket. Realizing you better head back in case people had already realized that Jaemin was missing all night long, your attempt to wake up the sleeping boy. Try as you might, it takes great effort to even get him to open his eyes, let alone stand up. He slowly stretches out before laying flat on his stomach, head tucked into his arms, and you’re forced to poke and prod until he lets out a loud whine, almost as if to say just five more minutes, mom. Opting for a different approach, you turn him over so that his head is in your lap, brushing the hair out of his eyes as you do so.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” you quip.

“’s not even sun up yet,” Jaemin slurs, rubbing sleepily at his long lashes.

“We have to head back before anyone realizes we’ve been out all night, do you really want to risk getting into trouble right before your comeback?” He hums as you run a hand through his blonde tresses, looking up at you almost with a sparkle in his eyes at the sight before him.

"Responsible,” he murmurs, “no wonder you’re the alpha.” You’re not sure whether that was a compliment, but choose to take it as such regardless, as being the alpha did require a lot of determination and patience. There’s no rush to the way Jaemin gets up, taking his sweet time as if he had all of it in the world, placing a soft press of his lips to your forehead before he’s on all fours, ready to transform again. Following suit, you join him on the ground, a similar scene to the night before playing once again as the two of you make your way back to the company building.

Things are surprisingly calm as you both shake the dirt off your human bodies, successfully sneaking back into SM and quietly reaching that abandoned practice room in desperate need of remodeling you’d used as a dining room the night prior. It isn’t long before the two of you are crashing onto the raggedy couch together, exhausted from your interrupted sleep as well as all the travelling. This time, when you wake up, your limbs are entangled with your face in his chest, having been found by Jaemin’s fellow members of Dream. Being teased by said Dreamies wasn’t the optimal way to wake up, far from it, really; all four of them were utterly noisy, until Jaemin shoot up and protectively wraps an arm around your shoulders, tucking you into his side. You swear you hear light snores still escaping him as his head lays on your shoulder, half of his chest pressed into his back as he can’t hold his own weight up.

In the meantime, you take to chatting with Jeno, getting to know more about himself and his pack, learning a lot about this giant, intermingled group of beings. When you ask Renjun about vampires because you're curious, you explain that you had only ever heard of them, having yet to meet one in person. He prattles off about basics before getting distracted by Jisung and his haphazard shapeshifting, and you wonder how poor Mark ever dealt with being the de facto leader of this misfit group of teens, let alone doing so while being the only one without supernatural abilities. The boys have to head off again to practice, and you shake Jaemin awake, not gentle in the slightest as you treat him almost like a glowstick. He asks for a moment with you, the others teasingly making smooching sounds before high-fiving amongst themselves and walking out, warning him that if he wasn’t at practice in five minutes that they’d tattletale about his night away from the dorms. The threat hangs loosely in the air after they vanish, however.

“Thanks for letting me nap on you,” he smiles cheekily as he stands up. “I do have a serious question though,” Jaemin clears his throat, “I know we just met and all, but I have a feeling we get along really. There’s still time to figure things out, but I was kind of sort of hoping that maybe you felt the same way and that maybe… you’d like to go out sometime?” A whole nap in a secluded forest later and the boy is still shyly rocking on his feet as he officially asks for you to be his. You disguise the snort you let out as a cough, standing up as well now to look him properly in the eyes.

“I would love to go out with you again sometime, Jaemin.” Quickly exchanging numbers before he has to run off for practice, Jaemin is almost at the door when he comes running back, stealing one last kiss as his hands cup your face, wide awake at the burst of energy coursing through his veins at his elatedness to your response.

“Guess we’re mates now, it’s official,” he jests, winking at you as he lets out a short giggle. Your cheeks are too smooshed to reply, so you opt for jokingly rolling your eyes at him instead. “And the alpha at that… tell me, am I really that charming, princess?” He whines as you swat at his arm, the harmonious laughter of two young souls falling in love oozing in the otherwise dreary room. You’re disrupted by someone clearing their throat, taking note of the figure standing in the doorway.

“Hey Jaemin, I just got back. Renjun sent me to-” the boy you now recognize to be Haechan freezes as he takes in the sight before him, quickly switching into an almost condescending demeanor. “Aww, did the little Reddie finally find is mate?” Haechan freezes mid-laugh where he had been walking over, recognizing you as his idol crush when he walked close enough to see your face. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” His incessant whines fall upon deaf ears, too busy laughing at how quickly his moods changed. With a pat on the back, you usher your now boyfriend and potential mate along with his bandmate out the door, mentally preparing yourself for the berating your charming pal Sayuri was sure to deliver, all the while snuggling deeper into the jacket still clinging to your form, comfortably wrapped in his scent.

While the future is never clear and life may be unpredictable… things were certainly about get a lot more interesting with these troublemakers around, that much was certain.

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eyewussjack · 5 years ago

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the fluffiest hcs you got in stock. suffocate us. or else no more toby.

So it's either commit murder or lose my rights to a fictional character

...

Yall ready to get die?

Toby

Starting off with the king of cuddles

don't mind the tics. if you do, get the fuck out

You can squeeze this bad boy as much as you want, he can take it

He loves to sing, but won't admit it. so expect soft hums of "careless whisper" and attempted hushed singing of "death of a batchelor"

He will always be the big spoon

he doesn't care if someone's 12 times bigger than him or 12 times smaller than him, he will be the big spoon and there's nothing you can do about it

He's like a puppy, in a lot of ways

whines for attention

constantly at your side

always begging for a bite of food

loyal to the end

barks at literally nothing

overly protective

will attempt to crush you with his entire bodyweight

slobbers all over your face when covering you in kisses

can and will kill someone

Just before you wake up he will ask Eyeless to make breakfast then bring it up to you and say he made it

Seriously, play with his hair

He loves chillin in bed with a nice few piles of comics, some chill beats, and a bunch of fluffy things

My personal lil Tobster is asexual, but extremely romantic and emotional so that's why he's such a puppy

Eyeless

he is incapable of admitting he cares, because he doesn't wanna get attached and then get hurt again

Beautiful beast think he ugly

once, he spent an entire night in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror and insulting himself while crying a goddamn ocean

it's okay, BEN found him and bought him an ice cream after a few more hours of intense crying and much support

If you're having a hard time falling asleep, he will gladly do anything from knocking you unconscious to making dumb faces just to help you out

He enjoys a soft, teasing brush of the lips before he starts ravaging your mouth like it's the end of the damn world

He. loves. bathbombs.

the glittery ones especially

He owns a bunch of pastel sweatshirts and hoodies because Toby and Jane keep getting them for him every gift-giving holiday. Christmas, Easter, his birthday, anniversaries...

He has a sweet spot for anyone who puts on his clothing

and anyone who knows how to make terrible jokes

He will protect the heck out of everyone he loves

"Yeah, sex is great, but have you ever met Toby?"

He loves snuggling, but refuses to do it. unless he's in a really good mood or really needs it.

BEN

he loves it when others play video games with him. makes him feel wanted.

He tries to be a big spoon but he knows his place

He's a chill, "woah what" kinda stoner

but he's trying to cut back on the weed

He really loves brownies. not modified brownies. just straight up brownies.

Strong Taylor Swift stan

Every time he brings home someone new, he always thinks that they're "the one". then, the next morning, he throws them out as soon as possible, realizing that there was never a connection.

He slowly melts over long, sensual kisses. the ones where you just feel the others lips gliding against your own.

Two ferrets. Brown one named Princess Mini Mints (aka Minty, Princess, or Mini Bini), and a grey one named Navi (aka Don't fucking eat that).

On rainy days, he and Eyeless like to sit by the large, floor to ceiling window in the library, sipping hot cocoa/coffee n just... doin whatever. from smoking to making up some sick lyrics for Toby to try out

Jeff

he really likes going for casual midnight strolls. no particular intentions in mind, he just wants some fresh air and to not have blood stain his hands with its ickiness for one night.

His ideal date is going to see the musical Legally Blonde.

he would have you watch the movie, but that's only because of Reese Witherspoon.

He's a fuck up and he knows it, but everyone still loves him.

it'd be pretty hypocritical if they didn't.

He absolutely loves chewing gum and blowing bubbles. he loves it even more when someone comes up and pops it.

He never kisses back. if he does, it was only because he let his guard down, and he will feel extremely embarrassed about it.

His absolute favorite person is Slenderman. Slender is his new dad.

Smile and him can detect each other's feelings and thoughts from miles away. Jeff is sad and needs a cuddle buddy? Smile's there. Smile somehow escaped the house under everyone's radar and got stuck outside in the rain? Jeff's got the door.

and the ability to whine until Slender gives in and installs a doggy door.

He's always, always fighting back the need to apologize every single time he sees Liu or Jane. he's afraid they won't forgive him. but, in all honesty, he doesn't blame em.

Jane

she loves snuggling up with her girls and a nice cup of hot tea, laying in a pile of soft, fluffy pillows, and binge watching Riverdale or Supernatural

She adores oversized t-shirts

and Toby.

Toby is her son and she will do anything to protect him. all because the first day she arrived, she told him what happened between her and Jeff, and he kicked Jeff in the crotch.

She loves doing makeup challenges with Nina. Jeff is their resource.

mygoddoesshehaverosesleevetattoos

Long, passionate kisses followed by a bunch of duckling kisses please

EJ and her did a matching costume thing one halloween. She was an angel, he was a demon. he bought her a pair of angel wings and everything.

Toby was their adopted werewolf son.

"why can't friends adopt a 19yo psycho kid together?"

Nina

she has a goldfish named Basically.

They let her plant a lemon tree in the backyard and yeah she's a tree mother of three now. lemon, orange, and cherry (apple died :[ )

She really wants to get into photography

Her favourite thing to bake is banana bread

no-one but her, Toby, Laughing Jack and Brian will eat it. it's usually gone before anyone can get a piece since they're such suckers.

Cigarette daydreams and im closing my eyes are her favourite songs to blow smoke with BEN to

Quick pecks on the face and neck have her giggled

Loving someone is easy. falling in love with someone is not.

She sleeps in a hanging canopy bed in the corner of the room.

She doesn't have a real light. instead, she has a black light.

Around several posters. five anime ones, one OFF, and a Fairly Odd Parents one she picked up for free at a garage sale.

All I have for tonight. Maybe comeback in the morning when it's not 4am

#hahaha and i was gonna watch a charity stream at 9 #welp #creepypasta #headcanons #hc #ticci toby #eyeless jack #ben drowned #jeff the killer #jane the killer #nina the killer #ask #will answer for asks

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artificialqueens · 5 years ago

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Making the Grade (branjie) - writworm42

A/N: You guys asked for more stud Vanessa & bratty Brooke, so here y'all go ;P Thanks Holtzmanns for betaing!!! <3

If Brooke could go back in time, redo any moment in her life, she would have gone straight to exactly three months ago and slapped herself in the face for deciding to go back to school. She should have left everything alone, stayed a dance teacher, kept telling kids to point their toes and to stop hitting each other when they thought she wasn’t looking. But no, she just had to have dreams of being a fashion designer, and just had to decide that it was a realistic, good time to start pursuing them.

And now, she was sitting at her kitchen table, staring at the blank page that was supposed to become a fully written and edited, ready-for-submission, three page essay on fashion merchandising within the next four hours.

Of course her dumbass brain would pick now to start ping-ponging between so many different ideas and worries that she couldn’t actually get any down on the page.

“How’s the writing goin’, babe?” Vanessa came up behind Brooke, startling Hera little as she wrapped her hands around Brooke’s shoulders over the back of her chair. Brooke snorted.

“See for yourself.” She gestured over to her screen, the blank page still taunting her. Vanessa clicked her tongue.

“That bad, huh?”

“God, I wish I’d never started this fucking degree.” Brooke groaned, collapsing forward and putting her head in her hands. Maybe if she curled up into a ball, she’d emerge in a few hours and the essay would magically be done, by Vanessa, by Keebler elves, who knew, who cared? Or maybe she could just get out the vodka, say to Hell with it, and put down whatever her drunk mind came up with first–it would still be better than whatever non-ideas she had swimming in her head that second.

“Nah, don’t talk like that, babe.” Vanessa kissed Brooke on the top of her head, cutting off her thoughts about what to do in favour of stroking her hair and continuing to kiss her. “We gonna get you started on this, and then you’re gonna finish, okay?”

“Mm.” Brooke grunted, but leaned into Vanessa’s kisses anyway as she moved her mouth downward, her hands following suit and resting firmly on Brooke’s shoulders as she began to suck lightly on Brooke’s neck. “And how is this supposed to help me?”

“Daddy’s leave the room right now, jus’ for a minute. Get a nice surprise for my baby girl. But you gotta earn it. If I don’t see at least a sentence on the page when I get back down here, you just gonna have to live without it. Got that?”

Brooke rocketed up and began to type so fast she nearly knocked Vanessa to the floor. By the time Brooke heard Vanessa’s footsteps padding back into the kitchen, she had half of her introductory paragraph down. It was absolute crap, that she was sure of, but when she looked up and saw the surprise Vanessa had in store for her, suddenly, that didn’t matter.

“See? Look at that, a whole half a paragraph. Knew you could do it.” Vanessa’s praises barely registered; Brooke was too busy looking down between Vanessa’s now-bare legs, where her strap hung ready over a pair of boxer-briefs. “All you need’s a little motif–node-a–somethin’ to look forward to.”

Brooke licked her lips, eyes still trailing on Vanessa’s strap, looking up and down the length of it. “And is that my motivation?”

Vanessa smirked.

“Get up, take off your shorts ‘n underwear, an’ daddy’ll show you how she’s gonna help you.”

“Yes, daddy.” Brooke’s reply came out breathless, her head spinning as she made quick work of her clothes. Vanessa, for her part, moved just as fast, sliding onto Brooke’s chair and smiling up at the blonde expectantly when Brooke finally turned back around.

“Alright, baby, so this is how it’s gonna go down. You’re gonna sit nice and pretty on daddy’s dick, an’ we gonna talk through this paper. You ain’t gonna move, but if I see you gettin’ out of focus, I’ll rub you out just a little, just to get you relaxed. Not enough to come, though–you gonna have to earn that. Every page is an orgasm, and every time you move from section to section without gettin’ distracted, that’s another one for you, too.

“But,” she warned, suddenly stern, “If you squirm, or if you start fightin’ me, then you lose an orgasm, and if you have none left by the time you finish, or if you in the red, well, you gonna be waitin’ a long time to get your next one, I’ll tell you that.” By the time she finished her proposition, though, she had already pushed Brooke’s legs apart and began to tease her slit, gathering wetness before starting to prep her entrance, and Brooke was gone, powerless to do anything but agree.

It only took about an hour and a half longer for Brooke to be finished, Vanessa rubbing away her tenseness and patiently encouraging Brooke to express her thoughts in words before getting them straight down on the page without any time to doubt herself in-between. In fact, Brooke earned some extra orgasms, and only lost one, thanks to a sudden bout of brattiness where she began to bounce on Vanessa’s strap, only to be firmly held down and given a warning bite on her neck. By the time Vanessa finally eased Brooke off her lap, Brooke was ready to practically run to bed, eager to get all four of her rewards.

Unfortunately, an hour and a half of cockwarming didn’t lend itself well to shows of athleticism, so it really wound up more like waddling, Vanessa’s loud, barking laughter chasing Brooke down the hall all the way into the bedroom.

“Meanie.” Brooke pouted as they toppled over onto the bed, giggling.

“You know you like it.” Vanessa rolled her eyes, peppering kisses anywhere she could reach on Brooke’s skin. Brooke couldn’t deny it, so she kissed back, reaching up to trace her hands over Vanessa’s body, fingertips lingering over the lines of every muscle, teeth nipping at any exposed piece of skin she could reach.

“No.” Vanessa admonished, ignoring Brooke’s grunt of surprise as she suddenly grabbed hold of the older woman’s wrists, pinning them to the bed. “Just ‘cause I’m rewarding you don’t mean you get to take charge, baby. Now be a good girl for daddy, and let me take care of you.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Brooke smirked, bringing her hips up to start grinding up against Vanessa’s. But Vanessa was ready, and so she simply reached forward and grabbed Brooke by the hair, dragging her up like it was the most casual thing in the world before grabbing the base of her toy with her other hand, bringing Brooke’s face down to meet its tip.

“Then we’re gonna have a problem, ain’t we?” Vanessa’s voice was challenging, her grip on Brooke firm. “Now, open that pretty little mouth of yours and suck, or else you’re goin’ to bed untouched.” As if to hammer in her point, Vanessa let go of Brooke’s hair and brought her hand beneath Brooke’s legs, straight down to cup her swollen cunt.

“There we go now, there’s a good girl.” Vanessa praised proudly as Brooke accepted the tip of Vanessa’s dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head and replacing Vanessa’s grip on the base with her own so that she could better begin to bob her head up and down along its shaft. She smiled as she looked up at Vanessa through hooded eyelids, watching as the shorter woman cursed under her breath, her cheeks flushed while she watched Brooke continue to go down on her strap.

“You look so sexy like that, kitten, so fuckin’ sexy.” Vanessa growled breathlessly, thrusting into Brooke’s mouth. Brooke laughed against the toy’s surface before pulling back, coming off of it with a quiet, wet pop.

“Did I do good, daddy?” Brooke brought herself upright, grabbing onto Vanessa’s waist and pulling her close to kiss at her neck.

“Yes, baby, fuck , so good. So good for me.” Vanessa sighed into Brooke’s touch, her own hands wandering down to cup Brooke’s ass.

Brooke was about to say something else, about to tease Vanessa, to relax into a position of control, when suddenly, she felt herself being thrown back, her back hitting the mattress hard and Vanessa crawling on top of her, kissing and palming and biting at her body with renewed vigor.

“Now quiet down,” Vanessa snarled, pushing Brooke’s legs farther apart, “And let me fuck you.”

This time, instead of an argument or a comeback, the only thing that came out of Brooke’s mouth was a small, barely-audible whimper as Vanessa traced a finger up her slit, circling her clit with one finger while easing her dick into Brooke’s entrance.

“That’s better.” Vanessa laughed, beginning to move slowly and shallowly, more twitches than thrusts. “So, you gonna be good for daddy now?”

“Yes, daddy.” Brooke hissed as Vanessa went deeper, “I’ll be good.”

“Good. Then I owe you some rewards, don’t I?” Vanessa picked up her pace, thrusting a little faster, smirking when Brooke bucked her hips in response, trying to get even more of the sensation. “Aww, look at you, so eager. Come on, baby, ask me nicely.”

Brooke whined, but quickly changed her attitude when Vanessa slowed down a little in response.

“Please, daddy, please may I have my rewards?”

“Tell me exactly what rewards you want, sweetheart.”

“I…” Brooke sucks in a sharp breath, a sinking embarrassment suddenly curling in her stomach, making her cheeks grow hot, “I want…”

“You want?” Vanessa thrust harder into Brooke, shifting her angle slightly to hit hard right up against Brooke’s g-spot, making her cry out, “Use your words, princess.”

“Orgasms! Please, daddy, please may I have my orgasms?” The request came out in one breath, leaving Brooke dizzy, as if she’s breathed out all the air her lungs had left in them.

“Alright, baby, since you asked so nicely.”

Brooke was sure that Vanessa was probably humming with pleasure, probably whispering encouragements as she picked up her pace again, bottoming out and pulling back inside Brooke so fast she didn’t have time to catch her breath. She was sure that Vanessa was moaning herself, probably gasping with effort as she tried her best to keep up with Brooke’s pleas for more, more, please daddy, harder, faster, more. But she heard none of it, every sound subsumed by the rushing of blood in her ears, the sound of her heartbeat booming in her head, making her shake.

“Please daddy, please may I come?”

She screamed through her first climax, Vanessa’s pace not lifting up for a second.

“Please daddy, please let me come!”

Her voice became hoarse halfway through her second, cracking right as she hit her loudest volume.

“Are you gonna come again, sweetheart? Are you gonna come for me?”

Brooke’s eyes snapped shut during her third, the intensity of it rendering her absolutely unable to do anything but lay rigid and shaking.

“Daddy, I need to–I’m gonna–”

“That’s it, baby, do it, come for me, you deserve it.”

Her fourth orgasm came with Vanessa’s name on her lips, and ended with Vanessa pulling out and collapsing next to her, holding her until she fell asleep.

Brooke got a B+ on her paper, a fact they celebrated with a fifth, sixth, and seventh orgasm a week later.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #smut #lesbian au #tw daddy kink #writworm42

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shikanaradai · 5 years ago

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ShikaTema Week 2019 – Day 2: Midnight picnic

A/N: Due to being forced to pressured and from popular demands... I’ve decided to post this sad excuse of a fic... Be warned it’s not very “Midnight-picnic”-y cuz... I suck at fluff and writing... I didn’t proofread this because I’ll go “ctrl+a” and “delete” without a heartbeat... Enjoy my comeback fic ig...

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It’s safe to say Shikamaru and Temari don’t like going out on a public date, just snuggling up together in the comfort of their house is good enough for the two. They prefer displaying their affections away from the prying eyes to avoid the teasing, especially from a few blonde and maybe a certain pink haired. When they had their son, Shikadai, seeing the two going out was almost non-existent; despite inheriting the distinct Nara gene, extreme laziness, he was just as stubborn as his mother, and may Shikamaru add, a big mama’s boy – to which Shikadai will refuse profusely as he got older.

The door to the master bedroom slid opened abruptly, surprising the man inside as he turned to the door and watched his wife dragged her feet to the futon next to him. She quickly crawled inside, not giving a care that the door to their room is wide open and that she hasn’t free her hair from their ties. He watched in amusement before standing up and closed the door in her stead and walked back, staring at the big bulge on her futon.

“I heard quite some fuss, what did he do tonight?” He raised his eyes, remembering the screaming just half an hour ago

“Wow, you heard him screaming and didn’t bother to come and help me?” She snarled and he can feel her death glares staring right through his body despite having a huge blanket over her “That son of yours won’t go to sleep… He’s not tired he said…” She grumbled and sat up, the blanket falling down “I thought he inherited that lazy Nara gene of yours, putting him to sleep has been nothing but troublesome lately” She complaint while her husband watched, trying to think up of a reply

“Don’t forget he is also your son… Guess your stubborn-“ He quickly stopped himself before getting himself killed “I mean…”

His wife watched and sighed, pulling off her ties and collapsed back to the pillow “I’m too tired to even fight back… My stubbornness is to blame I assume” She finished his sentence and Shikamaru turned to her

“I was going to say strong determination but I guess that could work” He grinned and quickly dodged a flying pillow to his face “Tem…”

“Shut it… I’m sleepy, talk to me tomorrow” Temari ignored him and quickly turned her back to him and Shikamaru let out a soft chuckle

“What? I find it unfair that you give your attention to your son way more than to your husband” He pretended to sound hurt but he obviously failed when he heard a scoff as a reply

“Puh-lease. You got all my attention when we were dating and even when we just got married”

“Tem… That was 3 years ago” Shikamaru crawled over and sat right behind her, staring at her back “Ever since Dai was born, we haven’t had a date yet”

“Now you’re being a romantic?” She turned to him, raising her eyes “You do know the main reason you’re even barely home is because of your mission, right? Then you got your job with the Hokage, you’re blaming Dai?”

“Don’t be so troublesome…” Shikamaru scratched his head “Look… I was thinking of spending some time alone… Just you and me” He looked at her, her teal eyes shone brightly under the moonlight

“What about Dai?”

“Kaa-chan is willing to look after him. She called me saying how much she missed him” Shikamaru quickly explained “And of course, she’s quite willing to take him on Tuesday…”

“Why Tuesday of all days?”

“And here I always got sent to Suna for forgetting our anniversary…” Shikamaru chuckled softly and leaned in towards her, his head inches away from hers and she can feel her cheeks heat up; it has been ages since his face was this close to her “Oi, I can see you turning into a tomato despite being in such a dark room” He teased and quickly grabbed onto her wrist, stopping them before she punched him away “I didn’t say it was a bad thing, did I?”

“You’re being too sappy all of the sudden… I must be very tired” She grumbled, trying to hide her blush and Shikamaru chuckled

“Tem… Just let me finish my request, please” Shikamaru reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers together and Temari quickly flinched at the gesture

“O-Oi…”

“When Dai is with his grandmother, how about we grab a bite to eat?” He looked straight onto her eyes and Temari blinked. Shikamaru looked at her nervously but then saw her lips turning into a grin

“Might as well” She flashed him her distinct smile, the smile that let him see the light when he was in the dark, the smile that is reserved just for him and his son, the smile that had stolen his heart all those years ago.

“Mama!” The cry of their toddler son echoed the house while his grandmother struggled to hold him back, his parents watched in pain, heartbroken to see their son so upset.

“Shikadai, your parents will only be away for a bit, they’ll return soon” Yoshino tried to calm her grandson down but it’s very obvious that she’s failing miserably, seeing how Shikadai’s still screaming in tears while his hands frantically reached for his mother.

“No! Dai wants mama!” He screamed louder and Shikamaru shook his head from behind

Definitely Temari’s son… He sighed and quickly got elbowed on his hip, teal eyes glaring from his wife

“Dai… Listen to me carefully, hm?” Temari kneeled down as Shikadai clutched onto her kimono tightly, burying his face on her shoulder “Be a good boy and listen to your grandmother, ok? I’ll be back real soon!” She cooed him, her voice soft and gentle, the side that appeared after his, no, their son was born; the side of Temari that Shikamaru grew to love, adding onto the list of other endless things of why he loves Temari with all his being.

“W-Where mama and papa go?” Shikadai sniffled and leaned back, his small baby teal eyes stared straight at his mother’s

“Just nearby, we’ll be quick” Shikamaru kneeled down beside his wife and wiped the tears lingering on Shikadai’s cheeks with his thumb “Be a good boy alright, little fawn? You can do that right?” He grinned and Shikadai nodded reluctantly

“Okaa-san, I really thank you for this” Temari bowed to her mother-in-law, earning a chuckled and a pat from her

“Oh, I want to spend some time with Shikadai anyway” She waved her hand in front of her, motioning that Temari doesn’t need to worry much “You two enjoy your date, take as long as you want” She grinned and Shikamaru rolled his eyes

“We’ll get going then…” Shikamaru mumbled and Temari nodded, they bid farewell to Yoshino and Shikadai before heading off, a picnic basket in Shikamaru’s hand.

“Ah… To be young and in love… Let’s hope for a younger sibling soon hm, Shikadai?” She laughed while closing the door and Shikadai walked inside, still taking glances at his parents’ backs disappearing into the horizon.

The young couple enjoyed a silent walk, just like they used to have when she was working as the Konoha-Suna ambassador with him being her guide. Nearly a decade had passed and nothing changed much since then when they walked down the street, enjoying each other’s company and the silence, well, aside from the fact that they’re now husband and wife instead of mere colleagues. Truth to be told, Temari was kind of expecting a fancy dinner in some weird fancy restaurant and maybe have them holding hand in hand down the street, but seeing Shikamaru’s nervous face with a picnic basket in hand confused her. He wanted a date with her, he yearned for her attention and affections, so why did he tell her not to dress fancy and locked her out of the kitchen for the whole day?

“Close your eyes” Shikamaru brought her back to reality and she wasn’t even listening. She blinked a few times and turned to him, trying to recollect what he just said “Don’t tell me you’re deaf?” He raised his eyes, silently, and trying to be subtle, on judging her expressions. He shook his head in disbelief at his wife’s cluelessness, heck, he kind of finds it cute when she’s just spacing out like that. “Close your eyes” He repeated and quickly grabbed an eye mask, putting it on her

“O-Oi! What are you trying to do?” She asked, taken by surprise how he just blocked her ability to see just like that “Oi Shikamaru!” She called out for him, her arms swinging around on trying to find her husband. He got to admit; she doesn’t seem so intimidating looking like this. It’s not every day you see Sabaku no Temari, pretty much the princess of Suna acting like a lost child. “I swear to god Shikamaru, if you don’t-“ She began to complain but quickly stopped when her legs were lifted up and she could feel two pair of strong arms carrying her, the action earned a small yelp from the kunoichi

“It’s a surprise” She could hear the cheekiness in his tone as she let Shikamaru carry her to god knows where. She lost sense of direction, lost her sense of sight but she can tell from the sound of his feet landing on tiles, that Shikamaru is running on top of roofs. After what felt like hours, which was merely 5 minutes, Shikamaru set her down and took off her blindfold, surprising her with Konoha’s night view from on top of a hill. She stared at the scenery in awe, taking in the beauty of the night sky and the lights down in the village now she calls home, heck, why the hell have she never been here before?

“You like it?” Shikamaru grinned, feeling proud judging on her reaction “I’ve been meaning to show you this place but with Shikadai being all over you, it was quite impossible” He chuckled, walking up to her “It’s bea-“

“Why the hell didn’t you show me this place sooner, Nara?” Temari growled, slapping onto his arm “I’ve been living here for 4 years already and never knew of this place until now?”

“Oi, is this how you’re going to repay for all the troubles I had to go through?” Shikamaru groaned, rubbing his arm and Temari turned around, noticing a picnic set up behind her, bottle of wine, two wine glasses and some food lying on the mat, waiting for her

“So… A picnic in the middle of the night?” She raised her eyes, looking at Shikamaru “You really went through all this trouble just for this?”

“Wow, you’re very much welcome” Shikamaru replied in a mocking tone “I totally didn’t cut my hand a few times making these stuff”

“You what?” She darted to his hand, quickly reaching for it and Shikamaru pulled back

“Oi, I was joking. You really think I’m that bad at cooking?”

“I wouldn’t say bad… but I guess?” She gave him a small shrug and Shikamaru rolled his eyes before grabbing onto her hand, caressing them carefully

“Nara Temari…” He began, making her heart jumped at the sudden mention, the name she can still not get used to “I have to thank you for being able to keep up with my troublesome self while still being able to take care of our son” He continued, his eyes staring straight at hers, his emotions reaching to the very core of her body “And I can’t thank you enough for marrying me…”

“Someone’s being awfully romantic” Temari mumbled but quickly smiled “Not that I don’t mind…” She chuckled, moving closer to him “Only I can take care of your lazy bum now, can I?” She grinned “And your troublesome son”

“Our son” He corrected her and pulled her into a hug “Thank you, Tem…” He mumbled quietly but still loud enough for her to hear.

It’s already well past midnight and the sight of the two heads of the Nara clan is nowhere to be seen. They said they were going for a walk inside the Nara clan forest but that was 3 hours ago and now, the newly made genin is walking down the forest, in search for the two leaders. Saying they’re only going for a walk but with a huge picnic basket in hand, yeah sure, a walk. Going down on a familiar path, he entered a clearing where you can see the starry sky with nothing blocking your views, no trees, no hills, no houses. Scanning the area quickly led him to land his eyes on two shadows, casually laying down on top of the mat, very much relaxed

“Asleep…” He quickly concluded judging by the closeness of the two and seeing how the basket is empty with no food left, the bottle of wine very much empty. He walked over to his target, staring at his parents very much asleep under the night sky, too close for his liking but he can’t complain “What a drag… If you two are going on a date, you should at least said so” He shook his head and pulled out a blanket, putting over them “I know you two hate showing affections in front of me but I’d rather gag from disgust than being worried for you two” He continued to voice his complaint to his unconscious parents. “That blanket won’t let you survive the night so you two better stay warm…” He picked up the empty picnic basket and set the trash inside it. He stood up straight and took a last glance at his parents, a small smile forming on his face and he chuckled, shaking his head “Happy anniversary oyaji, kaa-chan…” He smiled, walking away, letting his parents enjoy some rare moment together, under Konoha’s beautiful starry night.

#shikatemaweek2019 #shikatemaweek #shikatema #shikamaru #temari #shikadai #hope you're happy ed pluto and becks...#im cringing so much rn

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treasure-my-aurora · 5 years ago

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Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door

A/n: Just to be clear, this is not a y/n fic because I seriously can't write in "you" form (or whatever you call it) to save my life. Oc/reader is scandinavian because a major plot point is her blonde hair and blue eyes. Sorry not sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This can be read as a seperate work but there is a refrence in it that comes from my previous work, 'Making Love Out of Nothing at All' so please check that out first if you haven't ♥

Pairing: Hongjoong / fem!Reader

Genre: Porn with Plot, fluffy af

Summary: I worked shifts in a small club underneath a 4-star hotel in the middle of Seoul, as a hostess. I wasn’t a prostitute, my main job was to entertain, serve drinks and host events. But I wasn’t allowed to decline if someone wanted a private session. The clock neared midnight a hot wednesday evening the 10th of July and my hope of getting a good days pay was dissapearing with every minute. But the anxious feeling in my stomach was interrupted when a group of eight almost fell through the entrence door and one certain red haired promised that he'd make my night.

I thanked the power of air conditioning for the hundredth time that day. It was hot outside, the summer sun cooked anything underneath its beams, and I squirmed, uncomfortably in the white Qipao dress I was wearing. The fabric hugged my body, with golden details and embroidery that made my pale skin shine, packing it tight and I swallowed again, contemplating if I should just excuse myself for a few minutes to push a finger down my throat and throw up my lunch because I was fighting to keep it down anyway. “Hey you!” A man’s voice echoed between the walls of the booth I was serving, and the snap of his fingers made me flinch, “You don’t get paid to just stand there and look pretty, serve me my drink or get me someone who can” I felt my face flush, thankful that my make-up covered it and set down the tray of drinks I had in my hands. Rough, calloused fingers found their way to the lower parts of my thighs as I leaned over and I swallowed, repressed the vile taste that rose in my mouth. I let the action happen, not being able to do anything as the hand reached higher, touching just below my buttock. I cleared my throat, “A private session will be 121420 won” The slap against my thighs that followed made me fall forward and I nearly spilled the drinks when I caught myself on the edge of the table. I made eye contact with a co-worker and close friend, who gave me a sympathetic look, seated between two others in the company we were serving. “Don’t kid yourself woman, I will not pay that much for you” The man laughed and muttered something about foreigners while pointing at me like he couldn’t believe what I was saying. I looked down, ashamed, my hair hanging like a curtain to hide my red cheeks. I was born and raised in Korea, but my family was Scandinavian and even though I consider myself equal to the rest of the black haired and brown eyed population, many would disagree. My blonde long locks and blue eyes spoke of my difference and it’s been multiple times when I had to tell people that I could understand everything that they whispered about me. The man and his three friends roared with laughter, hands pounding the table and my co-worker clenched her jaw, so subtle that you wouldn't notice it, stress visible in her eyes as the man next to her threw his arm around her shoulders. I don’t think he meant to, but we’d been serving them for hours and they were quite drunk, and my co-worker, who couldn’t be more than 160 cm and weigh less than 50 kg was easily manhandled to the ground underneath the table. She shrieked in surprise and I signalled to the barkeeper, a big and burly man, at least 2 meters high and with biceps as thick as my thighs, who had been watching us the whole time. My heart broke from not being able to rush forward and help her out. The men’s laughter reflected on the walls and I found myself swallowing again, trying not to puke as one of the men grabbed a handful of my co-worker’s hair. Her screaming silenced by the barkeeper’s sharp open hand against the man's head, who immediately released her and jumped up, ready to give out punches to the person who’d slapped him. “You’ve had enough, leave now and there won’t be any more trouble” the barkeeper ordered and the men held up their open hands, when they realised that they it wasn’t worth getting their asses beaten, an innocent look on their faces and they got up from their seats. The one that had slapped my thigh, grabbed my chin forcefully, coming disgustingly close to my face, “I’m not done with you yet; you better be careful. I didn’t get to finish my beer. I’d sleep with one eye open tonight if I were you” I flinched at his breath, the smell of cheap vodka burned my nostrils and he chuckled before spitting on the floor in front of me before he grabbed his coat to join the others. My co-worker stumbled over to me and I invited her in my arms, “Let’s get you cleaned up” I said while patting her back and gave the barkeeper a thankful look before I lead her to a private toilet at the back, behind the bar. We worked shifts in a small club underneath a 4-star hotel in the middle of Seoul, as hostesses. My employer owned the club and was brother with the barkeeper who just helped us. I wasn’t a prostitute, my main job was to entertain, serve drinks and host events. But I wasn’t allowed to decline if someone wanted a private session. The prices ranged between 121420 won to 2428400 won, depending on what kind of session it was and even though it was rare, only twice or thrice a week, I wasn’t always happy with it. I enjoyed sex, I enjoyed when men (and women) worshipped my body, taking me and using me to get themselves of. It was empowering, most of the time and it gave me a hell of an ego boost. It was safe, we always used protection, got tested regularly and the barkeeper had his eyes on us and was sure that we escaped a worse fate than what just happened to my co-worker. But there would always be people who thought they were entitled to one more session, one more dance, one more drink and that’s where things could get dangerous. Just as early as last week, an 18-year-old a few blocks down, was strangled to death and I always feared that it would happen to me, or to one of the girls I was working with. I looked down at my co-worker, just barely knowing her real name and age. She was closest to me but didn't enjoy talking about things that was too private and I didn’t want to guess. Her hands trembled in her lap when I wet a towel and removed the tear smeared makeup, patting her back with comforting movements. “I hate this, I hate it” She whispered, and I hushed her, scared that someone would hear before I nodded. More tears welled up in her eyes and she looked away, down on her hands, her leg anxiously bouncing, and I let her act out her restlessness as I washed her face. I led her to our changing room and made her sit down in a chair while getting the makeup. It wasn’t complicated; some blush, mascara and a red lip and she was ready. “Are you ok?" I asked and she gave me a weak smile. I knew that she wanted to tell me that no, she wasn't and that she probably never would be, doing the work we did but those words were unspoken, and I gave her a hug instead, holding her tight. "Let’s go” I told her, and we went out again going our separate ways when she noticed one of our regulars. It was getting late, closing in on midnight and I fiddled with the hem of my dress nervously, prepared to greet the next client that walked through the door. It was a Wednesday and we didn’t count on much more activity. Just the usual regulars and me, not exactly being new but still one of the newest, had most of my regulars throughout the weekend. One of my other co-workers walked up and joined me on the lowest step, watching the door three steps up and gave my arm a squeeze. I thought for a second that she’d joined me for my company, but the door opened just as the clock hit 11:10 and one of her regulars walked in. She gave me a small smile before leading him directly to the back, knowing his schedule and what he wanted by now. I sighed, feeling how my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. I’d made enough today to eat and pay my rent, but tomorrow was Thursday and those days were even slower than today had been. If no one would enter by 12 am I’d have to seduce someone first thing tomorrow and though I didn’t mind the sex, the seducing part, the part when I felt that I wasn’t in control, scared me. 11:30 and my back hurt as I arched it, needed to constantly carry my body in that beautiful S shaped form. Suddenly several clamping feet over the floor above me, interrupted my concentration and my heart jumped as the door opened and a whole gang of eight entered. I forced down my shoulders so that I wouldn’t look tense, clasped my hands over my midriff in the same way a prude princess from a fairy tale would. Lips curled up in a way that invited to conversation, eyes open and curious. Lovable, sweet and gorgeous, honey sweet with my blonde hair and white Qipao. “Damn look at you” One of them, with a silver blonde bowl cut said, his eyes scanning me from top to bottom and I gave him a brilliant smile, “Hyung, I don’t think that you need to look much further. If you don’t choose her, I might do” he continued and I couldn’t help but smirk, it wasn’t rare for me to see one or two K-pop groups come by, and this moment was one of those times where it was so obvious that K-pop was their profession. Their hair colours ranged from the silver blonde, to light brown, black, blue, red and the blonde that had been called ‘Hyung’. My work came with secrecy and I could only observe in silence as the beautiful men (and occasional women) that ruled our music industry released weeks and sometimes months of training and stress from world tours and comebacks in our laps. I didn’t complain, almost teary eyed with happiness as the anxiety I’d been feeling in my stomach disappeared when I realized their intentions as they flocked around me, like dogs around a treat and I felt my cheeks flush when the blonde that had been called Hyung looked at me with hungry eyes. The bar keeper’s voice thundered down on us, suggested them a table and something to drink and the group dissolved around me just as my co-worker from before joined me, being done with her client. “How’s your scalp?” I asked, not looking at her because my focus was supposed to be on the group that just entered. I could hear her scoff out a small laugh though, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her Qipao, hers a gorgeous green that matched her eyes. She’d accidently spilled that she had roots in England over a glass wine too many just over a year ago. Her grandmother an immigrant and though the red hair that she used to have wasn’t passed down to my co-worker, she considered herself lucky enough with the exotic eye colour. “I’m fine, thank you” She whispered just as the blonde whistled. “You, you’re going to join me later” He pointed at me and I gulped at the sudden proposal. My co-worker sighed beside me in defeat, she needed the money just as much as me and after everything that had happened to her today, I felt like she deserved a treat. It wasn’t a secret that idols where the best kind of clients, all of them young and fit with almost endless stamina and most of them just wanted casual sex, nothing too complicated and were generally generous back. I couldn’t help but smile big, putting my hand on her back and pushing her slightly forward, “Why settle with just one when you can have two?” I asked and the blondes smile disappeared. My request made his mouth fall open; eyes wide with surprise that it was even an option. His friends hit him on the back, screaming for no apparent reason and I wondered how much sugar they must’ve mixed with alcohol before coming here. Their energy was insane, and I would’ve taken a step back if it wasn’t for the positivity they radiated. “Can I just pipe in with one thing” One of the guys, the smaller with light brown hair and delicate features, “It’s San’s birthday and of course he deserves the best but…” He turned to the red head across the table, “Our leader deserves something nice as well, Aurora has received amazing support and I think that he did a really nice job” I suppressed the reflex of raising my brows as the leader, who I first thought was the maknae rose up and bowed to the small applause that followed. “Winner gets the blonde” the black haired screamed and a couple of people in the club looked over at the spectacle as the apparent Hyung and leader proceeded to play rock, paper, scissors. It was close but, in the end, the red head was victorious with 3-2. He downed the shot that had been placed at their table at their arrival and scooted past the blondes upset face, extended his hand for me to take and said, “Shall we"?” Before sticking his tongue out at his friends. I bit down on my lips, suppressing a giggle because it would be inappropriate to show any sort of enjoyment from their game. I turned around just as we rounded the corner to see my co-worker smiling as the blonde haired; San, quickly got up, not slow to show her everything he first intended to show me, spun her around and dipped her, her laughter bounced on the walls and I smiled to myself while leading the red haired to my room. He closed the door behind him, and the sudden silence was deafening, my slightly soundproof walls just picked up the beat of the music. He sat down on the bed, smoothed out the white linen and I propped myself up against my wardrobe, ready to obey his every command. “I’m sorry about what just happened” He said softly, not looking up at me, the light strand above my bed softly illuminated his features and I gulped, “What that just happened?” I asked, fearing that he might call me stupid, but he just chuckled, “You’re worth much more than just three papers in a row but I just had to have you for myself. Even though it’s San’s birthday and I feel just slightly bad that I ripped him off but I just… He leaned back against his hands, eyes at the ceiling and I gulped. It has been some time since I had someone that looked so good in my bed. His skin looked so smooth it was almost ridiculous and the contrast with the red hair made it glow in the soft light. He wore a simple black t-shirt with a print that I couldn’t fully read, a blazer and matching black slacks and I almost groaned at the sight of him, “I just couldn’t lose. Not this time” He looked over at me, intensity in his eyes and I wet my lips, suddenly nervous. The feeling settled uncomfortably in my stomach and my heart jumped. It had never done that before, no matter how handsome the person in front of me were. I knew that I looked good, I was fortunate with a nearly perfect body according to most beauty standards. I was curvy but at the right places, a bit thicker than my co-workers and men, especially foreigners, seemed to love it. But even though I felt blessed now, with a healthy diet and daily exercise, I used to be bullied in school for my extra fat. My Scandinavian roots didn’t make it any better and, in the end, school was the main reason why I ran away from home. My parents had tried to understand me, but they were so busy with work that they barely even had time for each other, and I felt lost, abandoned. So, I ran, and tried to get by with a few thousand won, some clothes in a backpack and my phone. That was seven years ago, and I’d been through some bad shit since then. I quickly got addicted to alcohol and became a sex worker for almost four years after I ran away. It was a literal hell hole to climb out of and I lost a whole year to a battle I never ever want to experience again. Quite quickly after that, I moved to another part of Seoul, wanting to start anew. I found a contact who knew one of my old co-worker’s. She set me up where I was working now and even though some would argue that it was basically the same job, there hasn’t been a day where I regret my decision. I have another purpose than just being a body to fuck. I’ve been trained in the art of standing still for hours, never breaking my smile and never waver from my position. I learned how to elegantly walk with a tray of drinks, how to talk, sit, laugh and move properly and I like to think that I am good at my job, having most of my clients from Friday to Monday when it’s busiest and most of them were people who wanted to just get a quick fix, be it attention, affection or sex. The age range is big, from rich middle-aged agents looking for someone to dominate them for a chance, unhappily married middle class office workers, poor students who only increased their debts and the occasional group of idols who came in to blow out some steam. “Why?” I asked, coming back from my train of thought and the man chuckled, and I had to bite back a smile as his eyes squinted and a perfect set of white teeth were revealed, “You really want me to say it, don’t you?” He had something teasing in his voice and I could feel my heart jump again, “Yes… tell me why you couldn’t lose” My voice was low, and my body writhed slightly against my arms that were locked against the closet I was leaning against. He got up, slowly, like a carnivore ready to attack its prey and I gasped at the duality of him. One moment he was sweet, squinted eyes and a big smile and now I had to lean back, as if his presence had grown a meter. He managed to look down on me even though he couldn’t be more than a decimetre taller and I felt my body quaking before him. He licked his lips and stepped into my intimate zone just half a meter or so from my face. “I knew that I wanted you since the very second I saw you. You are special... reminding me of someone I met a few months ago” Something sad shadowed his features and I felt my heart drop, realising that I wasn’t special because I was me but because I was like somebody else. “Who was she?” I asked quietly, determined not to let his words hurt my ego and he sighed, pulling his fingers through his hair, “Just a fan really, but she taught me a lot. About what to do, what to say…” He trailed off and bit his lips, “She was my noona, are you as well?” I swallowed. Damn these younger groups and their age kinks. I clenched my jaw, “How old are you?” I asked and crossed my arms across my chest, determined not to let him push me around if he was younger than me, “21” He answered, and my heart picked up harshly in my chest, “Then I’m your noona” I said, and I could swear that something glazed over his eyes. He took another step forward, but I put a hand on his chest to stop him from going any further. He flinched slightly as if I burned him, but I kept my hand in place, feeling the muscles under his shirt clench and I swallowed again, my mouth dry and I could feel my stomach doing somersaults. I collected myself, cleared my throat and then said as definite as I could, my voice still shaking a little, “One basic session is 121420 won for 30 minutes and then prices range up, depending on how nasty you like it” He only nodded as if he wasn’t interested in either how much it would cost him or much time we had and placed a warm hand on my waist, thumb pressing on my hip bone. I shivered involuntarily and he flushed his body against me, all lean strong muscles and soft skin and I bit my lower lip. “What’s your name?” I asked, my voice but a whisper and he smirked, “Hongjoong” Before meeting my lips in a soft kiss. I groaned against him and he smiled between the kisses as if he knew the impact he already had on me, his hands traveling up my sides to my throat and my breath hitched as he cupped my face and deepened the kiss, licking his way into my mouth. I tasted the shot he’d taken earlier on his tongue and underneath that, traces of strawberries from a previous drink. He consumed me, pushed me against the wardrobe with his body weight. His taste, the smell of his cologne and his body against mine made my heart pound. I’d fucked hundreds of men, kissed even more and it was rare that I felt the sweet feeling of butterflies in my stomach. This was one of those moments though and I could feel my body flush with excitement as he pushed one knee between mine, softly separating them and grinded agonizingly slow against me. I gulped at the apparent boner poking against my thigh and he chuckled when he realised that I’d noticed. I placed my hands on his chest, my want and lust overshadowed any kind of soft foreplay and he gasped as I pulled his blazer over his shoulders, the fabric of it softly crinkling as it hit the floor. I broke away from his lips and pressed him closer to me, placing kisses from the corner of his mouth, down his cheek to his throat and I could feel him swallow as I nibbled over the big artery on the side of his neck. A groan escaped his lips from the teasing, and I pushed him backwards, the back of his legs hit the bed before he fell. His back hit the bed first with a small thump and I bit my lip to suppress a giggle as he gave out a small surprised yelp. He raised himself up on his elbows and I swallowed, serious again as my hands reached for the buttons of my Qipao. I’d done this more times than I could remember and yet, this time hit differently. There was an almost intimate feeling between us, and he cocked his head to one side, biting his tongue and his hooded eyes met mine as I slid the dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my ankles, revealing a white lace set. “God, noona… you’re gorgeous” He said, voice almost a whimper and I bit my lip when I noticed his cock twitching from anticipation in his black slacks. His legs rested on the side of the low bed and I twirled a lock of hair between my fingers, watched as his chest rose with every fast inhale, “Tell me what you want me to do” I said, voice sugar sweet and he groaned softly, eyes rolling as he popped open the button on his slacks, “I want you to suck me off noona, please? I promise I’ll do you after if you want, I just need…” I didn’t hesitate for a second as soon as he gave me the command, dropped to my knees and earned a small gasp of surprise when I unzipped him and pulled down the slacks and underwear to his midthigh in an instant. My mouth watered, breath hitched, and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears as my hand closed around the girth of his cock, “…need some release” He breathed out the rest of his sentence as he threw his head back when I pumped him lazily, feeling how he grew harder under my touch, inspecting how his facial expressions changed to see how I could get him off best. “Please” He whined, hands reaching out to touch my cheek and I looked up at him, confused. His brows furrowed, bottom lip between his teeth and his fingers pulled on my hair, downward and I understood that teasing wasn’t really his thing. I paused my movements and locked my gaze with him, watching as his mouth fell open when my tongue flicked out. I lapped the head of his cock a few times, feeling how my panties got soaked as a low guttural moan escaped his throat. The salty taste of pre-cum laid heavy on my tongue as I took him in my mouth and swallowed, letting him hit the back of my throat, my gag reflex non-existent from doing this for years and he choked out a sob, grabbing my hair forcefully but I didn’t mind. I loved the taste, loved the weight of him on my tongue and I placed my hands around his hip, pushing him down as my nose bumped onto his pubic bone. I hollow my cheeks and came up for air, bobbing down his length and licking my way up, dipping my tongue into the slit at the top and he was a writing mess underneath me, one hand thrown over his eyes, panting breaths escaping his mouth and his other hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place. I swallowed down around him again and his chest heaved with irregular breathing and I could feel him holding back his need for release. I let go of his hips, placing my hand on the sides of his thighs instead, pulling his hips upward a few times and he quickly got the idea. A deep choked out growl made me squirm and I could feel how saliva coated my chin as he thrusted into my throat, first carefully, as if he was scared that he’d hurt me but I’d been through worse and he got bolder, pushing my head down to meet his thrusts and I could feel my eyes tearing up from the raw friction as he fucked my throat, using me to get himself off. My arousal burned between my legs with the confirmation that I got him into the moaning mess he was underneath me. I was the one who got him panting and gasping and moaning for release. “Noona… I…. I’m…” He gasped, pulling on the sheet with his free hand, thighs shaking, and I swallowed around him again, his thrusting irregular and offbeat and I knew he was close. I kept him there, moaning at his desperation and the vibrations of it set him off him and he came undone, mouth falling open, head thrown back and body freezing and then shuddering as hot spurts of cum filled my throat. I groaned at the surprisingly sweet taste, fantasized that maybe he’d been planning on getting here and have been on a strict diet of fruit all day for my enjoyment. He shook, and I let him ride out his orgasm before letting him go and leaned back to see what I’d done to him, reaching for a napkin on the windowsill to clean myself up. I watched him as he came back from his high, beautiful as a painting, face and neck flushed a gorgeous pink, his lips red from biting onto them too hard and cock still twitching. I tossed the napkin away and he looked up at me with drunken eyes. “Wow, I needed that” He said, and I smiled back, just happy to help. I sat up again in front of him, my hands resting on my knees, ready for him to give me another command. “What are you waiting for?” He asked, puzzled as he sat back up, looking down on me from the edge of the bed. “What do you want me to do?” I asked again, my job was to please, and I didn't want to make any decisions for him. His eyebrows rose in a ‘huh’ expression and he leaned back against his hands, “Undress for me” he said, a smirk on his lips and I swallowed, standing up. My hands reached back, and I unclasped my bra, keeping eye contact with him and he deflated like a balloon when my breast sprung free and I pulled down my panties. A low gasp fell from his lips when he saw me standing there, naked as the day I was born. My hands fiddled with each other and I felt how my heart skipped a beat. My skin flushed from arousal and I looked away, suddenly shy from his gaze as he looked at me like he wanted to devour me. There was a clear stain on the inside of my thigh where my wetness escaped my cunt and Hongjoong smirked when the light behind him reflected in it. His ego blew up like a fire when he realized the influence he had on me. It filled the room, suffocating me and I involuntarily took a step back when he got up. He stepped out of his slacks and underwear and pulled the t-shirt over his head in one swift movement and I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he stepped into my intimate zone, putting his arms around my waist and pushing my naked body against his. His touch send electric jolts through my skin and goose bumps made my skin prickle and nipples harden and he cupped my breasts, delighted to see such a reaction from me. I let out a whiny moan and looked away as he teased one bud between his fingertips, his other hand moving up to my throat and I swallowed, my heart beating so hard I that I was sure he could hear it. “Come” he said softly and lead me to the bed again. He pushed me down softly with a hand on my chest so that I lay on my back, much like he’d done just a moment ago and I felt like my heart was going to burst when he laid down between my separated legs, pressing his body weight on me again. He cupped my face, softly and I sobbed silently against his lips when they met mine in a chaste kiss. I’d never experienced that someone wanted to take it so slow. To just enjoy me and my company. Most of the men I was with would be done by now, not giving me a second glance and here he was, Hongjoong, looking down at me like he saw through me. Past the fact that we only had a moment, the fact that he would pay me when he was satisfied, the fact that he was just one of many. He saw me, my personality, my insecurities, my passion and lust for him at this moment and I could feel how he radiated from satisfaction that he made me feel as hopelessly lost to him as I made him feel lost to me. His hand travelled from my sides, up my neck to my cheek and he cupped them, looking into my eyes and I could feel his chest rising and sinking against mine. “God, I’ve missed this” He whispered and leaned down to kiss my lips again, another slow chaste one and placed his thumb on my lower lip, carefully pushed it between my teeth into my mouth. His tongue flicked out, tasting my lower lip before slipping it into my mouth in an open kiss. My own tongue met his and it was wet and messy, and I loved it, my body writing underneath his as I felt my arousal tick like a small bomb between my legs. He groaned when tasting the traces of himself on my lips and I gasped as his hand flicked over my right nipple. He squeezed my breast, kneading it hard, a desperate gasp escaping his lips and he grinded down heavily on me with his body as if he wanted to disappear within me. His already half hard cock poked at my thigh and I spread my legs wider to allow him to sink closer to me. “You’re going to be the death of me, Jagi” He moaned and I swallowed, feeling how my eyes teared up to the sweet nickname, something you only called someone you really liked, someone beloved and the butterflies that was flying around in my stomach picked up their speed. He paused, sensing the difference in the energy I emitted, and his brows furrowed when he saw my emotional state. “Wha-?” “Call me Jagi again” I begged, and he smiled, scoffing out a small laugh and brushed the hair from my face. “My beautiful Jagi, who’s made me all hot and bothered” I stuck my tongue out as he teased me. “Do you like me all sweet and smiley, Jagi? He continued in a voice dipped in honey as his hand travelled down between my legs and I gasped when he put his hand flat on my vulva, “Or do you want me to take control? How much do you want me Jagi?” he asked, voice dropping an octave and I swallowed, excited that his nature could switch so fast, “Tell me” he breathed into my ear and I shivered with wanton lust, my thighs rubbing his hips and he grinded slowly against me, the underside of his cock rubbing my clit in slow movements as his fingers separated the folds and he shook with the need to restrain himself from plunging into me. I was so wet that he glided over me, the delightful burning pleasure made me choke on my breath, “Tell me how much you want me; how much you want me to destroy you” I wasn’t one for begging, preferring the men I slept with to beg for me. Loving the feeling of being in control of their need, their release but I couldn’t help but squirm under Hongjoong’s gaze, his eyes so black that the sweet brown was just a thin circle around his eyes. “I want you to fuck me, want you to take me and use me until you are completely spent. I want you to walk out of here knowing that you’ve left me drenched in your cum” He inhaled sharply as I played out the scene of him using me and I could feel his cock twitching between our bodies. “Play with yourself Jagi… I want to watch you lose control” I whined out a gasp, biting my lower lip and I grabbed my breast, flicking my nipples between my fingers and my heart jumped with excitement as his eyebrows raised and he motioned for me to move my hands lower. My fingers stroked down my sides and I bit my lip as they reached my legs, rubbing my inner thighs. He leaned back to see properly, and I inhaled sharply at his figure. He was more turned on than I’d guessed, cock already angry red and blood filled. Rock hard and pointing proudly against his belly button and I shuddered from need as I raised my legs to wrap them against his hips. My fingers reached their destination and I pressed down on my clit softly, my back arched as pleasure shot through my body. “Damn Jagi, look at you” He moaned and wrapped his hand around his cock, not able to contain himself at the sight of me, melting under his own touch and I gasped out a breathy moan as his head fell back. He tugged on himself a few times, beads of pre-cum smearing over his clasped hand, panting increasing and I lazily stroked my clit while watching him, my heart beating hard in my ears and I couldn’t help but whine. “Hongjoong please, I need you inside me” My voice seemed to wake him up because he growled and reached over to my bedside table where the condoms were, opened one with his teeth and rolled it over his cock, hands shaking and I held his gaze as he pulled my body against his hips with a sharp tug, locked my legs around his waist, hands gripping my thighs hard as he lined up. He entered me with one swift movement of his hips, the eagerness of not letting me adjust to the size of him had me gasping and he burrowed his face in the crook of my neck when he was fully inside of me. His labored breathing in my ear and my own heartbeat was the only thing I heard, and I pushed on his lower back with the heels of my feet, making sure that he was so deep into me that he could. Not able to help myself from moving, I rolled my hips agonizingly slowly, clenching around him, teasing him and he groaned before pulling out of me, just slightly before jolting his hips forward and I held onto him as the friction made me writhe. He was deliciously slow, feeling me up and bringing me down with every snap of his hips. His hand cupped my face and his lips met mine again, all lips and tongues and playful nibbles as he thrusted harder, faster, pounding my body into the mattress and soon I was a gasping mess underneath him. “Fuck Jagi, you’re so wet” he moaned against my lips, “Feels so good…” his moan turned into a choked sob as he bit down on his lower lip, hands on my hips, pulling me down on his cock to meet his thrusts and I swore, my hands pulling on the red strands of his hair, “Touch yourself, I need you to come first” He growled against me, sitting up again and my fingers reached between us. I rubbed myself, angling my hips down and he bit his lips, a groan leaving his lips and his head cocked to the side when he looked down. My fingers spread the wetness around my clit as I rubbed myself, a small gasp escaping his throat when he watched with hooded eyes, the lips of my cunt swallowing him down, over and over again and I moaned, loved seeing him coming undone from the sight of me. His body was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, chest heaving and thighs shaking but he didn’t seem like he needed to slow down at all. Quite the opposite, as he placed one hand on my chest to stabilise himself and hoisting me into his lap, leaning back, toes digging into the bed and his other hand threatening to bruise my waist and my head fell back against the pillow. I could feel my entire body move with every powerful thrust and I felt myself tipping over the edge embarrassingly fast. I clenched up and Hongjoong moaned when he felt my walls constrict around him, watching my face as I came harder than I’d done in months. “Fuck Jagi, I’d gladly pay to see you make that face again” He swore, and I choked out a chuckle. He slowed down as I came down from my high, leaning forward again to press down a kiss on my lips and I hummed against his lips, meeting his slow thrusts and enjoying the afterglow. He wrapped his right arm around me, holding himself up slightly with the other and buried his face in the crook of my neck, placing soft kisses there and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling my heart swell as we laid so close against each other. The sweet burning stretch of his thrust made me squirm with bliss and I wanted to pause time. To take a snapshot of this intimate moment to fill my mind every time I was with someone who was less giving. I swallowed as he got up again, locked his eyes with mine and the tender look he had made me want to cry. His fingers brushed my forehead and I melted against his gentle touch as he combed my hair from my face. His lips met mine again and he paused, as if he wanted to capture this moment as well and I felt my heart skip, “We don’t need to take it slow” I whispered, his forehead against mine, his hard, warm breath against my face and my fingers played with the short hair in the nape of his neck. He chuckled softly, “I know, I just wanted to give you a breather” My brows furrowed and I only caught a glimpse of a mischievous twinkle in his eyes before he pulled out and flipped me around as if I was light as paper. He hoisted my hips up and entered me again with one sharp snap of his hips and I cried into my sheets when he didn’t give me time to get used to the new position. He pounded fast into me from behind and I immediately arched my back, ass in the air, arms above my head while supporting myself on my elbows. He groaned, gripping my hip with his left hand and I bit down on my lip when he dug his fingers into my flesh, desperate and needy to claim, to control. His other hand grabbed a handful of my hair and he twisted it before pulling and my head snapped back, the sweet pain in my scalp made me choke on my breath. He pressed a sloppy kiss on the nape of my neck, kissing down my spine and I felt my skin prickle as he flushed his chest against my back. He moaned, the hand holding onto my hip traveled over the round of my ass and he kneaded my buttock harshly before bringing down his hand, flat and hard over the soft skin, the slap echoed between the walls of my room and I whined out a moan as the sharp sting shot straight to my core. “Damn, I can’t get enough of you Jagi” He gasped, voice low and husky and I groaned in response, not able to find my voice as his hand left another stinging slap on my butt cheek. I clenched around him with surprise and a thick moan left his throat, “Do that again Jagi… fuck… I’m so close” His voice erratic and I clenched around him again, loving the sounds that spilled from his lips as his thrusting became irregular, thighs shaking and his grip on my hair hardned, arching my back so that he could fuck me harder, deeper and i let out a choked sob when i felt him tensing up behind me with one last thrust and I shuddered, feeling how his cock twitched as he pushed himself balls deep into me, a whimpered growl leaving his lips as he softly bit down on my neck to stifle his moan. The motion so ancient and primal that it was on the verge of being animalistic and I felt my heart beating hard in my ears, the thumping deafening. He let go of me a moment later and i turned over to lay on my back again, winching slightly from the pain in my scalp and back. I looked up at him, his flushed cheeks and the red hair spread in every direction, beads of sweat on his forehead and in the roots of his hair. Chest heaving and cock still half hard and I bit my lip, feeling how my own arousal still burned between my legs. He left me for just a second, discarting the condom into a bin next to my bed before he placed his hands on my thighs, fingers tapping butterfly soft on my inner side of them. It was supposed to be a sweet gesture but I couldn’t help but gulp, still very much turned on and his eyebrows raised when I rubbed my legs together, wanting nothing more than those fingers inside of me. “You’re not done yet, are you?” He asked almost amazed, voice so incredibly low that I shuddered. He leaned forward, rubbed circles on my thighs, urging me to seperate them and I complied, my face burrowed behind my hands and I could hear him sigh softly when he watched me. “Look at me Jagi” He ordered, voice silky smooth but the dominant undertone made me gulp and I inhaled sharply when I removed my hands, feeling my face flush when I met his eyes again. He kept his gaze locked with mine and his left hand on my thigh, holding me in place, my legs on either side of his hips where he sat on his knees. His right hand caressed the inner side, just a decimetre from their destination and I sucked my lower lip into my mouth, clenching around nothing when soft fingertips stroked over the sensitive skin there. “Tell me what you want me to do” His voice husky and i could feel tears forming in my eyes from arousal as he repeated the same words as i had used at the beginning of our session, as if our roles were changed. He looked down on me, eyelids heavy and fingers tapping just centimeters from where I craved them “You gave me a promise” My voice was needy and whiny and I could feel my heart pounding, not being used to be the one in control, to be the one getting worshipped. But he only smirked, happy to please and laid down on his stomach, kissing my inner thighs on his way down and I shuddered from the sweat gesture, his lips soft on my skin. He placed my legs over his shoulders and I choked out a cry when he placed his tongue flat on my folds, licking between them and I shuddered against his face. I could feel him smiling, nose bumping against my pubic bone as he began eating me out, drinking my juices like a starved man. I borrowed my fingers into the red of his hair, loving the scene of it between my legs. He gently sucked on my clit, paused to come up for air and I could feel my eyes tearing up as he smirked to my reaction, chin wet and eyes hooded, hair tousled from being pulled and I gasped breathlessly when he leaned closer, pushing his body against mine, fingers pressed onto my clit and my back arched as they rubbed softly and agonizingly slow. He bit his lower lip, keeping eye contact with me when his finger travelled down between my folds and my mouth fell open when he pushed in his middle and ring finger to the knuckle, softly hooked in a “come hither” movement and a whiny gasp left my lips when he tickled my sweet spot. “Need one more taste” he groaned and leaned down again to lick my clit, fingers still pumping lazily into me and my back arched, the back of my head pushing down on the pillow and a silent scream leaving my lips when my eyes rolled back from the pleasure shooting through me. I could hear him breathlessly chuckling against my folds, the obscene sound of him slurping my juices filled the room and i got drunk on them, got drunk on him, the mixed smell of sex and his cologne surrounded me, clouded my senses and I never wanted him to stop. His left hand gripped my thighs harder as he pushed himself closer to me, as if he couldn’t get enough either, wanting to reach deeper, his toungue lapped against me, pushing against his fingers as he tried to fuck my hole in as many ways as possible and I could feel myself standing on the edge, hands in his hair and mouth dry. I licked my lips and whined out, “Don’t stop” while moving my hips against him, riding his face and he gripped my thigh harder, picking up speed with his fingers and i was gone within seconds. My mouth fell open as I convulsed against him, my hearing blown out and body going numb as pleasure shot through me. He let me ride out my orgasm and came back up when I was down from my high and I choked on my own breath. He looked so wonderfully fucked out that i wanted to cry and I swallowed hard. He bit his lip and his cheeks flushed red when he suddenly clasped around his cock hard. I looked down, surprised to see him leaking from precum, a clear stain where he’d laid and I gulped as he tugged on himself, a breathy moan escaping his lips and eyes glossy from arousal. “Can I come on you?” He asked, voice husky and I nodded almost embarrassingly quick as I took a shaky inhale, not even realising that he was so far gone already. He placed his left hand on my thigh again, fingertips digging into my skin as his head fell back. His movements where fast and erratic when he started to fuck his own hand, slowly grinding into it and I groaned from the sight, touching myself and writing from the oversensitvity. Beads of pre-cum dripped down on my thigh and he locked eyes with me again as I separated my legs, letting him see my wetness, putting on a show for him as I dipped my fingers into my hole. An animalistic growl left his lips and he pushed his cock down to slide the head between my folds, and I didn’t stop him. I got checked regularly and knew that I didn’t carry anything. Normally I’d scoot away, not trusting the person I was with to be healthy as well but his despreration clouded my judgement and found myself not caring as I just pressed down on my clit harder when he dipped the head of his cock into me, furiously jacking himself off at the same time, his breathing labored, eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip between his teeth, threatening to draw blood. The overstimulation from pressing down my clit became too much and soon I was coming again, my body tensing up and Hongjoong whined when he noticed me clenching around the head of his cock without warning, his name fell from my lips as I writhed underneath him and his hand tightened on my thigh, face contorted from coming for the third time that night. Body convulsing as hot ribbons of cum painted my lower stomach and chest and I groaned with satisfaction. He fell forward, caught himself with one hand and I swallowed when his lips suddenly met mine again. It was slow, sweet and I felt my eyes tearing up when I realised that it was a goodbye kiss. His lips moved against mine and he pulled on my hair to hold me closer, a gasp fell from my lips and he hummed back, sharply inhaling through his nose. We separated, the need for air taking over and I smiled when he cupped my face, placing a playful kiss on the tip of my nose before getting up and walking over to the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel and I thanked him when I took it, debating with myself if I should just let him leave with his cum still stained on my stomach, marking me like his. But I decided that even though I loved the feeling, waking up with it crusty would be less pleasant. He stood up again, looking for his clothes and I swallowed, feeling my cheeks flush as I cleaned myself before putting away the towel and I asked before I could stop myself, “Can you… stay?” I bit my lip, my jaw clenching. It wasn’t something I ever asked, the moment we had was over and I had only asked it once or twice over the years I’d been working here but he smiled. His eyes squinting again and my heart swelled, thumping hard in my chest. “Of course, for a little while...” he said, pulling on his underwear and dragging the duvet over our bodies as he laid down next to me. I could feel how my body froze, so used to causing pleasure that simple cuddles made it feel awkward. But he laid on his side, placing his right arm under the pillow I rest my head on and the other around my body, intertwining our legs and placed his chin on the crown of my head. I took a sharp breaths of air, my own arm around him and my nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck. The musky smell of sweat and cologne filled my senses and I allowed myself to relax in his arms, welcoming a deep sleep.

……….

I woke up when the sun peeked from underneath my blinders the next morning, my bed cold and I shuddered, pulling the duvet closer around me. I was alone and I bit down on my lip when I felt empty sadness fill my heart and poison my lungs, making it hard to breathe. I forced myself up, placing my feet on the sun-heated floor. A letter was placed on the table next to my bed and I frowned, picking it up. My heart picked up in speed as a stack of 20 ‘50000’ banknotes fell into my lap. A gasp escaped my lips at the sight of the money and my heart raced as I read the note,

We’ll meet again, Jagi

#kim hongjoong/reader #kim hongjoong smut #ateez hongjoong #please read this uwu

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star-crossed just hit 1,000 kudos!

(klance / cinderella AU / fantasy & medieval elements)

THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR YOUR AMAZING LOVE AND SUPPORT.

like, just, wow.

I never thought this story would amass such a loving audience and im humbled everyday when i log into AO3 and see the steady uptick in kudos, comments, bookmarks all of it. I check the stats on this fic religiously and I promise if you’ve even VIEWED the fic I’ve noticed, I watch it that closely. thank you, from the very bottom of my heart; there aren’t adequate words to express my gratitude.

I wanted to at least share something to mark this milestone, so here is the working introduction to the second installment. I’m so excited to get some of my other projects finished so I can dive back into this. :)

Lance had heard his fair share of folk tales from his Mamá, about people who rise above the station of their birth, about triumphing against bitter odds, about falling in love and living happily ever after. He remembered a lot of awfully convenient montages, glossing over the finer details of consequences. What happened to the villains? Did they get thrown in jail? Executed? Or what about the hero’s best friend, ex-lover, family—do they miss the hero once they go on to live their big, exciting lives, or is it always a happily ever after?

Maybe those are just the stories people like to tell. The stories people like to remember, where everyone is happy and the bad things only happen to bad people.

Most of the tales Lance knew didn’t tell him what happened when people are stuck living in the poverty they were born into, no matter how hard they try to get out of it; or what happens when the odds are not in the hero’s favor; or how love is so painfully unconditional, and impossible to explain, and that it could kill you much faster than any magical weapon or poisoned apple if you let it.

He was staring at the pages of an old tome, thick but well-maintained, the pages all in decent shape. It had been pulled from the archives by Sir Coran before he and the others returned to Altea, and Lance had found himself zoning out on the image of a pretty blonde human in the arms of her pretty human Prince Charming.

A weird thought occurred to him: would stories be written about Keith, like this one? It was easy to forget that Keith was indeed a figure of legends, would be memorialized like all the Princes and Queens and rulers that came before him.

Would people make up harrowing things to say about them?

Lance almost laughed out loud before turning the page. “Pfft. No.”

Because, first of all, Prince Charming? Out of the long list of words Lance would use to describe his fiancé, charming was not really one of them. Irritable, thoughtful, and just mullet, to name a few.

and, a few other small things to share in celebration, I’ve included two scenes beneath the cut

deleted scene from epilogue pt. 2 untitled dream sequence from the second installment

deleted scene from epilogue, pt. 2 conversation between paladins, Allura and Coran keith POV

[Allura continued.] “I want to give you the best answer available, I need to have all the information surrounding this whole mess first. For that to happen…” she sighed, a sound of abrupt sadness slipping through a clearly, if not expertly, worn façade. “I need to ask you all a favor, but once again, unfairly, much of the burden for this falls to Lance. It is of paramount importance that you tell me exactly what transpired between you and Lotor, starting from the first night he approached you.”

The tan-skinned teenager blinked a few times, and Keith thought he looked paler than when he and Shiro first arrived. Gently, he gave Lance’s hand a little squeeze. “Oh. Umm. I mean, I can, I just -- what do you need to know?”

Fingers steepled in front of her nose, the Princess sighed. “As much as you feel you’re comfortable sharing, I suppose, but I would say the more the better. I just don’t know enough of what the Galra have planned, or if this is connected to Zarkon, Lotor, the witch -- none of them, all of them?” she sounded unusually frustrated, a fist coming down on the table. The mouses scurried towards different paladins, leaving the two Alteans to stare at each other. Keith didn’t mind the mouse, but he did glower at Allura -- she didn’t mean anything by it, he knew, but perhaps the nonverbal warning would be enough to have her compose herself. No need to project her anger towards Keith’s fiancé.

“I — I mean, I can try, some of the stuff Lotor said was really…” he paused to bite his lip, and Keith felt a strange twist in his stomach when Lance’s eyes darted anxiously towards him. “It was sort of… personal. I was kind of trying to forget about it, to be honest. Thinking about it makes me… I don’t know, I can tell you if you think it’s important, but it might...make you mad?”

By the end, Lance wasn’t talking to Allura anymore, and Keith’s hand was moving before he could really think about it.

“Hey, stop that,” the Prince said, brushing his thumb over the abused skin of Lance’s bottom lip so he might stop with the self-harming habit. “Don’t bottle things up for my benefit. If you have something you want to say, say it. I can’t promise I won’t get mad, but I can promise I’ll get over it.”

Shiro barely concealed his snort with a cough. “Wow, Keith, that might be the most mature thing you’ve ever said.”

Keith attempted to kick Shiro under the table. “Fuck you, old man.”

That made Lance laugh, and while Pidge made a point to do a loud gagging demonstration, it did little to distract from the simple pleasure Keith felt at being responsible for eliciting such a pretty sound from his fiancé.

Lance’s shoulders were still visibly tense, but he didn’t look quite as uneasy about the subject when he met Allura’s steely, blue-soulfire gaze. “Okay. I guess, what, start from the third night of the ball? That’s when I really interacted with Lotor. A little on the second night, but he was mostly just being a dick.”

Nodding, the Princess gestured for Coran to take a seat beside her. A writing utensil and fresh piece of parchment seemed to materialize in the advisors’ hand.

“Queen Krolia has managed to supply some basic information on what happened when you and Lotor spoke privately in the infirmary, but due to the nature of your healing, the resources expended on gathering testimony, and all the other din of these past few quintant, it doesn’t appear you’ve given any sort of statement about what you and Lotor talked about -- the night of the peace summit, and then explicitly what was discussed that night in the infirmary. I know this is asking a lot, but it’s important that we’re all on the same page if we’re to try to fight whatever this is.”

“I — well — I guess I just hadn’t thought about, like, talking to anyone about it, like in a reporting-way.” He looked thoughtful for a moment before choosing a place to begin. “The night of the peace accord thing, he said I had to dance with him, or he was going to tell the realm that I was in a relationship with Keith. In retrospect, it doesn’t sound like a big deal, but he had… framed it… in a sort of shitty way.”

“Meaning?”

Lance swallowed, his hold on Keith’s hand slipping away as his complexion took on a rosy tint. “Uhh… well, he said, um… like, it was insulting to me to, ya know, sleep with Keith. He said I could do a lot better… and obviously implied that he was the better option. Like, it would have been a big scandal or something for both Keith and you, since, like, both of you were still supposed to be getting married at the time? That’s about when Coran showed up. Oh, and er, he also saiiiiiid…” his voice turned sing-songy, face even redder. “That I was special, and uh, that he would find a way to ‘make me his,’ basically no matter what. He said ‘Keith is your price’, which like, I don’t know if I’m super okay with the idea of talking about myself in those terms, but… I didn’t really have a good comeback that wouldn’t put both your reputations in jeopardy, so I just didn’t answer.”

From the side of the table, Hunk looked like he wanted to reach over and scoop Lance up like a baby. “Buddy...”

Lance cleared his throat, staring at Coran’s hand as it flew over the page, not meeting anyone’s eye. “I’m fine, Hunk. The next time I saw him was after everything, I was in that private room Sir Adam let me use. I woke up, and I was just like, bam, on the ground. It was sort of dizzying and I hadn’t been sleeping super well so I guess, I just didn’t know how to react at first. He told me back talk wasn’t —” A pause, and Lance pursed his lips. “He told me not to talk and to just listen. So, ya know, I wasn’t in a position to fight him, so I did as he said. I mean, my back was exposed and he basically was standing on me so I didn’t have a choice.”

Lance sat up, back arching a bit as he ran his hands through his hair. Keith noticed his fingers were shaking when he pulled them back down and into his lap again. Silently, the Prince was simmering beneath the surface, his blood hot and roaring in his ears. The edge of his vision had tinted red.

“And then there was a lot of the same stuff again. He was super fixated on the fact that I was with Keith. I don’t know, I feel like he jumped around a lot, because after that there was this big monologue about how the realm was about to go to war. And that no matter what happened, as long as... I was alive, there would be a war… unless I became one of his ‘consorts.’ I know, it was really fucked up.” Lance added the last sentence quickly, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Um. He went through this whole list, pretty much. He said Daibaazal would absorb Olkarion, and then Altea would be next or something. And that his dad is on some super fucked up power trip, feeling like he’s not important anymore with Marmora and Altea around. And that the guy who had the bomb, he asked me if I saw him -- I did. He looked… Olkari, but Lotor seemed like he expected that? Like, he said it was probably an Altean shape-shifted as an Olkari. Um… what else… oh, yeah. Um. He gave me an ultimatum, and said if I didn’t go along with him, my choices were:” Lance began ticking them off on his fingers, one by one. “Let Zarkon kill me, like, I think he said make an example or maybe a martyr of me or something; make a statement that I was the one who set off the bomb so I might not get literally murdered by his Dad, instead, I would, hah --” he let out a humorless chuckle -- “I could just fucking hang for it instead. How messed up is that? Or I could let the realm go to war if I stayed in Marmora. Or, lastly, I could agree to be his -- his personal bitch, basically. I don’t know what goes into being a consort but I have an idea, and I -- yeah. I didn’t have much of a choice, though I told him to fuck off and that I’d rather let Zarkon kill me with his bare hands than spend another second with him.”

Keith had never in his life tried so hard to control the devastatingly violent impulse of his Galra heritage, but his gums tingled with the insistent pressure of fangs pushing against his mouth. Even the skin of his fingers felt strange, like he could so easily just let go of his control and the tips could sharpen into claws in seconds if he let them.

Breaking Lotor’s wrist now felt pathetically underwhelming. He should have just killed him. The realm would have been better for it.

“Anyway... Lotor wasn’t super happy about that, I know, shocker. And he basically said he would buy my family, you know, since we’re all fucking slaves or whatever, if I didn’t do what he said. I didn’t -- I didn’t know what to do. I want to say I would never agree to that but just, f-fuck, I’m sorry.” Lance’s voice cracked at the end, the sound of tears edging into his tone. His arms, already folded over his chest, tightened. “So, yeah. That’s when the Queen showed up.”

“Stars above, I’m so… sorry. I had no idea it was that severe.” Allura sounded disturbed, and both Hunk and Pidge were exchanging nervous glances with each other. Keith couldn’t see Shiro, seeing as he was turned to face Lance, who was staring down at the box on the table in front of him with a clenched jaw and dry eyes.

“I’m okay,” Lance said for the second time, and some of the immediate emotion had drained from his voice. “Keith’s mom showed up before I had to agree to anything. That’s all that happened with Lotor, though. The only other thing was the vision-dream thing I had with Blue… I told you guys about that while Keith was getting his stitches, right?”

Various people nodded, and Keith vaguely remembered hearing Lance’s voice, too-loud to be speaking to people nearby but that was just how Lance was, somewhere off to his side. He made a mental note to ask him to re-explain the details to that later.

“...So, yeah. That’s all I can really remember. I don’t remember Lotor mentioning anything about Oriande or any of this stuff.”

“Yes, well,” the Princess laid out both her hands on the table, and as if a silent call, all four mice returned to her in a sudden rush of paws and squeaks. “I’m not sure of anything at this point, but I am near certain that this is the witch’s doing at minimum. Whether it is Zarkon or Lotor who she is aiding, we will still have to consider all of this information. The fact that Lotor seemed to find it unacceptable that you die, so much so that he was willing to blackmail you, leads me to believe he might be more invested in this than I had previously thought. It could have been his pathetic attempt at courtship, but I’m not sure. Whatever it is, the reality is the same: something is happening to the realm, and if more corruption like that we saw earlier from that Beast spread, I fear the whole realm may be in danger. For now, we will have to continue to gather information, try to understand what exactly they’re planning.”

unpublished from part 2:

untitled dream sequence

lance POV

His legs weren’t working properly.

Lance felt them buckling, like his torso and arms and head and heart were weighed down by the entire universe. Why? Why couldn’t he use his legs? He wasn’t even standing, so the fact that his dumb legs weren’t working seemed especially frustrating to him. Laying on his stomach, Lance pushed himself up to a sit-up, the bottom half of his body utterly useless at the moment. Ugh.

Someone was calling his name, but the voice was warbled and hard to place, like he’d been trapped beneath the ice of a lake and there was someone pounding on the other side, trying to find him.

Craning his neck, it was with a small start that he realized he knew this place, dark and infinite and magnificent in every direction, but he couldn’t move. What was it called? Why couldn’t he remember? Blue told him about it...

“Blue? Blue, are you here?” He turned, annoyed by his lack of motion, but blinked in surprise at the sight of something much, much bigger than the little kitten he was expecting.

Lance’s mouth dropped open, but no sound came out.

It was the single most beautiful, overwhelming things he’d ever seen.

About fifteen paces away, a massive tree sprouted from the ground, crowded by iridescent leaves. There was no breeze that he could feel on his face or brushing through his hair, but the leaves danced and shimmered anyway. A million colors, reds and blues and greens and whites and yellows -- and every color in between, peach and cream and mahogany and turquoise and blush and lavender -- colors that he didn’t even have names for, was pretty sure weren’t even on the real spectrum of light, all glittering crystal-bright in the dark expanse of the empty space around him. In every direction, the ground was the black surface of an endless ocean, rippling when Lance moved but otherwise flawlessly reflective. It sent back an inversion of the same sight, an overwhelming sense of purity, of flawlessness, of flowing sublimity with the roots at the center.

Lance couldn’t breathe, awestruck.

What was it? Why was it here?

Oh, gods. Lance used to believe people had always been dramatic when they heard a song or saw a painting so beautiful that they were brought to tears, but this was his comeuppance for that attitude, evidently. His cheeks were wet, and the corners of his eyes were pulsing light blue.

This was definitely some sort of… something otherworldly. Magical.

Shit. Shit, shit, uhhh, fuck, this was probably important, wasn’t it? Was this some sort of dream-vision thing? In his stream of consciousness, dream-Lance tried to will himself to summon a dream-roll-of-parchment and a dream-inkpot, but all that amounted to was making him strangely dizzy.

After attempting to summon things, and dealing with the subsequent disappointment, Lance hauled himself up as best as he could with his hands, sort of like a mix between a push-up and an army crawl.

Chewing his lip, Lance eyed the immaculate branches, overlapping but never touching, a faultless flow of leaves brushing back in forth, almost lazily. It was a sort of breathtaking, heart-stopping, gun-wrenching sort of beauty.

Blinding, almost.

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