#not fluent or native so it a bit over the place

[bagarete]

The brainrot is still in me so: Here's my story of my Rook and Lucanis.

As a Lord of Fortune, my Rook Andovan Laidir was not used to be tied down for long, always looking for new adventure. And when the gods broke out of the prison, he was facing his biggest adventure yet. And as the chalenges rammed up, he found kinship in his comrade, an troubled Antivan Crow whose own life got turned upside down recently. Both individual from vastly different background found comfort and trust in each other and finally, love.

Rook was wary of Spite in the beginning of course, but after he seeked him out to help Lucanis and he saw how the 3 of them can co-exist he even opened to the posibility of them being a polycule to Lucanis' suprise.

After the final event at villa Dellamorte, Lucanis accepted the role of First Talon and don the legendary armor. When Rook let Isabella know of this in their weekly drinks she said, "You know what, we got the same armor but in your color too. Got it from age-old plunder, gotta match with your betrothed isn't it." Isabella teased as Andovan realized his face reddened at the thought.

After that they wore the same armor to every battle and were totally inseparable. "We're bird of a feather now, aren't we Mr. Crow?" - the sailor jokingly said to Lucanis ear as he warded off a finishing blow of a Tevinter mage. "You're impossible." - Lucanis said as he tried his best to suppress Spite's grin and made quick work of the opponent. Turned to face Rook with a tired but relieved expression, Lucanis pulled Andovan in for a hug and lifted up his chin to reach the mage for a deep kiss. "We are." ["aLL tHREE oF uSSS"] "...not now Spite."

"Ugh that's it I'm going back to the Lighthouse." - Harding said with a disgruntled face probably.

[cheezeybread]

Could I request headcanons for Scarabia + Pomefiore where they overhear their lover speaking in their native language with is neither japanese or english? Maybe they're cussing, maybe just talking to themselves, maybe singing, whatever. Here are the characters + some language samples:

Jamil - bangla: https://youtube.com/shorts/WF2LbzJDzD4?si=11V-UicSCLv8vySx

Kalim - mandarin: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_iUCZgObUDg&t=106s

Rook - egyptian arabic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zsz0ou4VX2g

Vil - swahili: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tpol4TKeJ14

Epel - welsh: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufKf4eORcKA

So sorry it took me a while to get around to this request, I've had it gathering dust in my drafts as I brainstormed ideas for it, hehe!

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Jamil Viper

Jamil's first introduction to your language was when you burned yourself in the Scarabia kitchen. Touching a hot pot before he could warn you that it contained boiling soup, you cried out a foreign phrase to him

"Hauar pola!" You screamed, one hand clamping over your injured palm, applying pressure as you glared at the pot "Magir Puth!"

Despite his fretting noises as he grabbed the nearest first aid kit (of course with Kalim, Jamil had made sure there was a pack in every room) and fixed your hand, Jamil had to hide his laughter. He had just assumed that you were making up gibberish like Kalim used to do as a kid- gibberish to take place of curse words.

Once you explained to him that it was indeed an actual curse, in your mother tongue, he was a bit shocked. You mean you didn't originally speak what you were speaking now??

He'll definitely ask you to teach him some words in Bangla- mainly curse words, but if he can get his hands on a book for the language, he'll attempt to learn some "sweeter" words to use with you, if only to get a little bit closer to you...or make you feel closer to home.

Kalim Al-Asim

He's no stranger to different languages! Being in a merchant family, knowing many different languages was essential to business, and Kalim has had so many tutors teaching him so many languages- he's not entirely fluent in all of them since he never gets a chance to speak them, but he knows all the basics to have a simple conversation

He probably knew that you didn't originally speak the current language that you did in Twisted Wonderland, but hadn't really heard you speak in this "Mandarin" before.

But one day, while prepping for a party, he took a small break to ask you to show him a new dance- he wasn't particularly set on what sort of dance you showed him, he just wanted some new moves to use while dancing at the party.

To his utter delight, you grabbed his hands and tried to teach him a little dance that went to an old song you heard in your childhood- of course, since your song didn't really exist in this world, you had to hum and sing it out loud.

He's definitely going to insist that you not only teach him the song, but that you start giving him lessons on your language! He figures it'll be fun to converse to you in Mandarin, allowing the two of you to have conversations in secret, where no one else knows what you guys are talking about!

Rook Hunt

Ooh, la la!

He's going to run into you whilst you're in the library after class! You were sitting at one of the tables, half-closed eyes scanning over a textbook. Of course, you hadn't been getting too much sleep recently, so it was hard for you to actually read and digest the information you were supposed to. Which led to you mumbling to yourself instead in Egyptian Araibic under your breath.

Of course, Rook doesn't greet you at first, preferring to stay back and listen to your voice for a little while longer. He enjoys the cadence of it, the highs and lows of every word...it is truly beautiful for a language, is it not?

Once he helps you get to bed and can speak to you after a good night's rest, Rook inquires as to what you were saying earlier.

To hearing you say that you spoke a different language than this one, he was flabbergasted, but intrigued.

"Read me a poem in your own words, dear, in your mother tongue! Speak your mind, call me curses, list out your errand runs, just allow me to hear you speak once more!"

He's...strange. But he enjoys the foreign language very much

Vil Shoenheit

Hearing you sing to yourself while having a spa day with Vil left him speechless, for once in his life.

He had left you alone in the bathroom to soak in the warm, bubbling water, assuring you that he would be right back once he found a certain brand of oil that he suspected Rook had mistook as his.

Once he came back to the bathroom, your words sounded so...alluring. It made his hips sway with the beat you put out with a fist slapping the side of the porcelain tub. It was rather catchy, and he couldn't help but smile as he nodded his head to your tune.

"Oh, such a wonderful language, what is it?"

He's so genuinely curious about it all, and enjoys listening to you speak about it all- how you grew up, how you felt about your culture and language itself.

And don't worry, he'll be asking you to sing to him a lot more heheh

Epel Felmier

Another curser! Aah!

Epel absolutely loves the sounds coming out of your mouth as you lose your temper and let loose at another student bothering you in the courtyard, but curbs his excitement until he properly threatens the student with a good lickin' if he doesn't scoot out!

I'm not gonna lie, Epel seems like he'd speak Welsh if he weren't in Twisted Wonderland- it just seems to fit his character so well.

And, of course, he's going to ask you to teach him all of the swear you know, so that Epel can voice his grievances against Vil and some teachers without them being able to get mad at him (because, of course, Welsh isn't technically an existant language in Twisted Wonderland, soooooo the teachers/Vil can't prove it even exists unless you become a tattle-tail, hehe!)

Once he has his fun with cursing, Epel will try his best to learn some simple words/phrases from you so he can pass you secret notes in class and talk to you in private. He's...not the best at learning a new language, so be patient with him, but he's trying his hardest!

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[slutofpsh]

know your place.

synopsis: a tip in order for one person to not get into trouble, they need to know their place.

wc: 2k

warnings: mdni. slight smut & male receiving. if you don’t like this type of content, feel free to scroll away.

note: this is a short one. randomly thought of it while stuck on traffic. anyway, reblogs and replies/comments are well appreciated. sending asks are highly recommended since it helps me connect with you and be more inspired. thank you, stay safe.

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“Congratulations on being hired.” Sechan claps his hand at the shoulder of their newest co-manager.

Hiro smiles warmly and accepted it as his eyes darted at the corner of the room. His stares settled at you for a while before he glanced back at Sechan.

They’re currently at one of the dance practice rooms of Hybe Entertainment. He was just hired as the new manager of Enhypen’s member, Ni-ki. It wasn’t mentioned why suddenly his previous manager resigned, but at least he got the job.

“Enhypen will be very busy starting next week so I expect everyone’s participation on checking details.” you smiled brightly as you distribute folders containing the planned schedules of Enhypen.

The boys scatters around the spacious room, doing their own things as their managers discusses things.

Hiro stares right at you, couldn’t help but to keep looking. The first time he saw you was when he was applying for the vacant position. It was an urgent hiring and so he came a little unprepared. He saw you going through his files carefully, checking if he’s capable to look after the youngest member.

Hiro knows how to speak Japanese and is fluent in Korean. Something that is good for Ni-ki. You’ve suggested to the directors that it would be good for Ni-ki to have someone he can talk to in his native language. It will help him to not forget.

“You’re staring too much, hyung.” the playful tone snaps Hiro back to his senses. Ni-ki stood beside him and caught him watching you silently.

He cleared his throat and glanced away, embarrassed for being caught. Ni-ki throw his arms around his shoulder easily as he was taller.

“Do you like Y/n noona?” he asked with a grin on his face. The question was like a trap. It almost sounded wrong for Hiro, but he can’t help but to nod his head.

Ni-ki gave him a teasing smile, smirking so wide and meaningfully. Hiro felt shy and looked away.

“I can help you, you know?”

Hiro’s eyes quickly glanced over the youngest member with hope glistening his stares. Ni-ki almost laughed inwardly just by looking at his face. He pursed his lips, trying hard not to show his real purpose of saying these things at him.

“R-Really?”

It's hardly been a month ever since he started working with him and yet here he is helping him. He couldn’t believe it and almost thought of the younger one as an angel. Did he really succeeded on winning the younger one’s heart?

“Guys, please line up so we can take your measurements for the new outfits.” you clapped your hand loudly to catch their attention.

Ni-ki gave Hiro a tap over his shoulder before hopping to approach you. He towers behind you and even gave Hiro a meaningful smile. He couldn’t help but to smile in too much joy.

“Hey,” Sechan approaches Hiro and stood beside him while everyone else busy themselves.

Since the stylists are the one incharge for the outfits, the managers can practically be laid back during these moments. You, on the other hand partake on things like this so you’re a bit restless.

Sechan glanced at Hiro and notices his small smile and the admiration through his eyes. He can’t help but to smirk then tried to follow his line of sight. It lands on the crowd by the middle where a bunch of stylists surrounds some of the boys.

“Liking someone?” he assumes.

Hiro cleared his throat and tried to get rid of the smile on his face. It was no use already as he was already busted. Sechan laughs and swat his back lightly to assure him that its completely fine.

“It’s okay. Care to share who it is?”

So far, just like Ni-ki, Sechan is pretty much nice towards Hiro. He looks after him and guided him during his first days. He’s closest to him out of all the managers of Enhypen.

“Uhm,” Hiro gulps and tilts his head. His ears turned bright red out of embarrasment.

“It’s y/n.” he dropped without thinking twice.

Hiro saw the look on Sechan’s face. The way his teasing smile dissolves at the mention of your name. He couldn’t help but to worry if he said something wrong.

“W-Why?” he asked, feeling a bit awkward by the sudden change of the atmosphere.

Instead of answering him, Sechan glanced left and right like as if checking if someone heard what he just confessed. He find it odd, but kept his mouth shut.

“Tell me you didn’t mention that to anyone else.” his tone sound so serious. It came out like a warning for Hiro like as if something bad will happen if he says otherwise.

He remembered telling it to Ni-ki but because of how Sechan reacted, he thought that it might be better not to say that. Besides, Ni-ki won’t do anything that can cause him trouble, right?

He shook his head side by side and just by then relief washes over Sechan’s face. He sighed heavily and clapped over his shoulder.

“Remember not to tell anyone about that.” he strictly told Hiro that made the latter furrow his brows harder.

“Why? Is there something wrong about it? Is she not single anymore? As far as I know she doesn’t have—”

“She’s not single anymore, okay? Just lose this interest over her already before it cause you more trouble.” the urge for quick dismissal of the topic was strong.

Hiro knew he should listen. He feels like that's what he should do, but his curiosity just ignites inside him even more. His eyes trailed towards your direction and he sees how gracefully carries yourself. You carefully checks over things and scan the folder you’re holding.

“It’s not bad to a-admire, right?” he spaces out while staring at your beautiful face.

Sechan frowns and swat his shoulder to snap him out of his delusions.

“Watch closely. Observe the people around her and you’ll know.” he said in this odd tone.

Hiro slowly trailed his eyes back to where you are. Some of the members are around you. Sunoo’s smiling brightly while checking out potential outfits for their concerts. Jay’s sat down by the floor near you, heads tilted up so he can watch you properly.

He doesn’t seem love struck by you, just a normal gaze. Seems like he’s even spacing out at some point.

Heeseung’s silently watching by the side as one stylists tries to get his measurements. His eyes darted at Sunoo while a small smile plays over his lips, watching how the younger one enjoys going through the clothes.S

Sunghoon is just sat quietly by the corner at one of the couches. His back resting in a relax postion, legs spread so wide like claiming the whole spot for him while on his phone.

It wasn’t new for Hiro since he was always like that. Sunghoon’s the most quiet member in the group. He barely had a conversation with him as it said that he finds it hard to befriend or get comfortable around new people. Which he understands.

Ni-ki laughs loudly and tries to bother his Sunoo hyung. He gradually lets go from wrapping his arm around his Jake hyung before grabbing the top his Sunoo hyung have on his hand.

“Yah!” he complains and tried to go after the maknae.

Jungwon walks just in time while having the widest grin. Ni-ki threw the clothes towards him right after Sunoo managed to hold his arm. The maknae line now starts to play around.

Hiro’s eyes then darted at Jake whose grin so wide. He saw how his eyes moves from watching the then towards you.

“Be careful not to hurt yourselves, guys.” you softly reminded them.

Jake struts closer and your distance slowly narrowed down. His hand reaches over your waist and rests there like it has been there a lot of times. You seem unbothered by the skinship so Hiro assumes this isn’t the first time this happened.

What surprises him next is how Jake dips his head over your neck to place a swift kiss. He can see his plump lips pressing to your bare skin. A smile made it to your lips as you slightly craned your neck to look over your shoulder.

Jake pulls away while standing closely behind you. He smirks and eyes you affectionately. Without a single word you leaned in and placed a kiss over his sexy lips that brings joy to the artists’ system. He smiled giddily.

“Jake Sim?” Hiro voiced out his thoughts.

Sechan sighs, finding him hopeless. He couldn't believe that he gets himself into a mess just after being hired and working for almost a month.

“B-But Ni-ki says he can help me.” he even mumbles, stuttering over his own words. He’s so confused.

Sechan missed it out, “What did you say?”

Hiro cleared his throat and shakes his head. “N-Nothing.”

Sechan sighs and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. Just forget about that admiration you’re having or else you’ll get in trouble with them.”

Even before Hiro can ask Sechan about something else, he was called by somebody. He was just stoned to his position not until one of the stylists asked him for help.

The thought of that mess slips off of his mind as he keeps himself busy. He helped with all kinds of things he can do. While busy trying to book a spot to film the next episodes of en-o'clock, he felt a presence walking towards him.

“Hyung,”

His hand froze at the familiar voice he heard. He cannot be mistaken. Despite hanging around with them for a short time, he’s already familiar with their voices.

He slowly craned his neck to look at the person. Jake’s smiling like an excited puppy. Hiro felt relieved. Base on his reaction, it seems like he doesn’t know about him crushing over his girlfriend. So he’s still good.

He flashes him a smile.

“Yeah?” he tries to act normal in order to avoid suspicion.

“Pd-nim asked for you to one of the vocal rooms.” he mentioned.

He furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Which one of them?” he asks while trying to fix his things so he can go right after being informed where.

“The last one on the west wing.” Jake added.

Hiro nods his head and thanked him. He even clapped his shoulder before walking pass by him to go and see pd-nim. He finds it a little weird why he suddenly asked for him, but he figures maybe he needs the suggestion for the venue.

While walking by the corner, he already noticed that the hallway was empty. Usually, some artists use this west wing to practice their vocals and its always never this empty.

Disregarding his thoughts, he continued walking until he’s few feet away from the last vocal room. He gulped and felt his chest banging like crazy. He doesn’t know why, but it just started to beat faster.

The room to the last room was slightly open. A small gap enough for you to see inside. As he silently strut closer, he tilts his head to take a small peak on the inside.

His mouth gapped and he felt like his shoes are nailed to the floor. He couldn’t move. Cold sweat showers him as his stomach churns in an uncomfortable way.

“Ackkk,” the sensual sound of someone almost choking over something echoes through the small room.

“Just like that, baby. Bob your head more.” Sunghoon instructed lowly as he fists over your hair, guiding your head from moving up and down while sucking his dick.

“Suck my dick like a fucking whore.” Sunghoon growled.

He didn’t expect Sunghoon to be innocent. He’s not a minor anyway. But he definitely didn’t see this coming. Him sitting on a swivel chair they use to practice singing and you on your knees in front of him. Your top pulled down, showing your tits. You looked so sexy from where Hiro is, but he doesn’t know what to feel when you’re there licking and sucking a cock like its your daily job.

Hiro jolts when his eyes met with Sunghoon’s dark ones. Instead of being surprised, Sunghoon smirked and just continued to guiding your head. This time even thrusting faster and deeper to your throat.

“Do you love my dick, baby?” he asks and he saw how you nod your head eagerly.

“Do you love me?” he asks right after and just like for the first question, you nod your head with no hesitation.

“Do you belong to me? Are you mine?” he asks.

What’s odd is how confident Sunghoon sounded. Like no matter how many times he ask those questions, he knew what your answers are gonna be.

And not so surprisingly, Hiro saw you nodding your head once again.

“Fuck, open your mouth and take my cum.” Sunghoon groaned in pleasure and pulls his cock out from your mouth then starts stroking it hard.

You opened your mouth so wide so nothing can come into waste and so he can shoot his cum perfectly. He groans and watch carefully as his hot semen spill on your tongue. You giggled and then swallowed everything.

He sighs heavily as you went back on licking his shaft, this time to clean it.

A very satisfied smile plays over Sunghoon’s sexy lips before he glanced back at Hiro.

He felt ashamed. For being caught watching and probably for having feelings for you. He’s clearly claiming you and being territorial over you.

But something made Hiro stop.

You’re sucking Park Sunghoon’s cock.

Park Sunghoon....

But you just kissed Jake Sim at the practice room.

Does that mean you’re cheating?

A hand hardly clapped over Hiro’s shoulder and an arm rests on it. He felt somebody leaning closer to him, his face stopping a few inches.

“I’m sure you get the message clear right now.” Jake's voice rings over Hiro’s ear. He gulped nervously as the younger male tilts his head so he can see his reaction. He tried catching his eyes and he can’t explain the look on his face.

Jake’s nice demeanor was long gone. He looked dangerous while eyeing him with those cold, blank eyes.

“We don’t really share what’s ours and when it comes to her, Sunghoon and I don’t play.” he added.

Hiro can’t find the courage to speak up or even move his body. Jake smirks and even pat his shoulder.

“So know your place...” he halts his words and glanced straight to his eyes. “..hyung.”

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[godspeedviper]

Minuetto - Hannibal x Fem!Reader (18+)

𖤐 Synopsis: Reader is playing the part of Mrs. Fell, and takes part in a Florentine masquerade ball at the university Hannibal (under the assumed identity of Mr. Fell) teaches at.

𖤐 Type: established relationship || smut

𖤐 Word Count: 1,620

𖤐 Rating: explicit || clothing kink || social drinking || needle play || manipulation || pain play || PiV

𖤐 A/N: I do not speak Italian but I'm fluent in Spanish (native) and French, so I thought I'd go wild with the swearing lmao. Please feel free to correct any mistakes in the replies!

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 Hannibal leans on the bar countertop, picking up a glass of champagne, and he watches the crowded courtyard like a skilled predator, waiting for the opportunity to strike. He manages to simultaneously blend in and stand out, as there is a crowd of curious onlookers marveling at the historically costumed partygoers. He has his eye on a specific couple that are engaged in a rhythmic minuet on the dance floor. She wore a crème colored robe à la français with floral details, a translucent fichu over her décolletage, and a matching crème colored mask with blush pink faux feathers atop it. She twirled across the dance floor with dwindling grace, her hands holding steadfast onto a young man’s forearms, he was one of Hannibal’s (or should I say Mr. Fell’s) new colleagues. He watched as her steps quickly grew more and more uneasy, ultimately leading to her collapse. Hannibal sprung into action and darted towards his damsel in distress, weaving through the crowd of partygoers like a viper ready to strike. 

“Vita mia!” Hannibal exclaimed, as he reached down to pick her up off the floor. “Stai bene, carina?” 

She nodded weakly in response before Hannibal turned his attention to the man she had been dancing with. 

“How dare you?” It was less a question and more a threat. “I trusted you to hold my wife’s drink and this is what you make of that trust!”

“Sei pazzo, come pensi che sia possible?” The man, gesturing wildly, shouted in return. 

A crowd started to gather around the trio, whispering amongst themselves a myriad of scenarios that could possibly unfold. Hannibal quickly glanced around at the masked onlookers before pulling his fist back and throwing a hard punch directly at the man in front of him, crushing the man’s paper mâche mask into his nose. Hannibal placed himself firmly between the man and the drugged “Mrs. Fell”, imitating another punch to frighten the man into not fighting back. 

“Porca di quella grandissima puttana troia della Madonna di merda cristo iddio inculato da Geppetto e da tutti i santi in colonna!” Yelled the man as he tried to stem the bleeding from his nose with the sleeves of his costume. 

Hannibal puts his arm around her waist and starts to slowly escort his damsel off the premises and to the safety of their shared home. 

*****

“What the fuck did you put in my drink this time, Hannibal?” She stirred, coming to in the frighteningly familiar comfort of a silk covered chaise. 

“Nothing you haven’t already tried before, tesoro.” He replied with a purr. 

“So you set up that poor man just to drug me?” She scoffed. “You said you weren’t even gonna show up to the party and yet you show up just to cause problems! You’re insufferable.” 

“And yet here you are.” He smiled menacingly. “Thousands of miles away from home, in the hands of a wanted man.” 

Hannibal stalked toward the chaise, tossing aside his suit jacket in the process. He bent over the chaise, his hands gripping the frame as he towered over her. She inhaled sharply, still a bit drowsy from the drug. A whole body shudder tore through her in anticipation. 

“You ought to be more appreciative of me, carina.” He looked at her how a starved man might look at a fresh kill, with a wild hunger that threatened to tear into her with reckless abandon. “I’ve done so much for you, for us.” His breath tickled her lips. “Besides, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you on the dance floor in full costume. You looked absolutely riveting, carina.” 

Hannibal’s charm in combination with the drug cast a powerful spell upon her. She looked into his ice cold gaze with reverence, mistaking malice for mirth, as beauty does not discriminate against lethality. Almost instinctively, she lifts her head off the mattress in an attempt to capture his lips in a heated kiss, but Hannibal swiftly pulls back and denies her reward. He pushes away from the chaise, standing straight once more and looking down at her with near contempt. She whimpers slightly as she feels his warmth leave her, and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. 

“Tsk tsk.” Hannibal wags his finger. “You need to be reminded of why you are here… alive. You are mine, and you must do as I say, tesoro. Capisci?”

She quickly nods her head in agreement, not daring to say a word. 

“Now then, tell me, who do you belong to?” 

“Y-” Before she could utter another syllable Hannibal struck her across the face with his palm. 

“Incorrect.” He said coldly. “I’ll give you another chance. Who do you belong to?”

“H-H-Hannibal? I… I belong to you… Hannibal.” She spoke with caution, gently rubbing her reddened cheek with her fingertips. This is what she so craved, danger, passion, the feeling of her heart beating furiously in her chest as she flirted with death. 

“Good girl.” He replied. “Play along now, and I promise it will be worth your while.” 

Hannibal pulls up a small ottoman to sit on at her feet. He begins by carefully removing her shoes and tossing them aside. Then, his hands reach out to her torso, his fingers searching the fabric of her dress for the pins which hold the stomacher in place. He slowly tugs her fichu out of its place, exposing her full cleavage, held up nicely by the boned stays underneath. 

“Hold still,” He said, and he began to put the pins into her skin, making sure to just catch the uppermost layer so as not to leave a nasty scar. She winced at first, but ultimately surrendered to the sensation as she watched him arrange the pins so that they formed a heart. “Good girl.”

Once finished with the pins, Hannibal set the stomacher aside and pushed the gown off of her. She watched as his hands took their time untying the ribbons which held up the petticoat and pockets underneath. It was as if he had all the time in the world, Hannibal moved at such a languid pace humming happily beneath his breath. He enjoyed this, he enjoyed the process of unwrapping her bit by bit, making her wait while he savored each dainty detail, committing them to his memory palace. She lifts her hips, allowing Hannibal to pull the layered petticoats off her body and onto the floor. He took her leg into his hands, brushing his lips against the knee high stockings, feeling the warmth of her body radiating through the white linen. “Bellissima,” He whispered to himself as his lips reached her thighs. Nimble fingers worked the blue silk ribbons she wore as garters, slowly rolling the linen stockings down to her lips, exposing her legs. Situating himself between her legs, he reached back up to her chest and began to gently pull the needles back out of her skin. Hannibal sets them aside on a small side table and watches hungrily as small drops of blood begin to form and ooze out of where the needles once were. 

“Oh look at you,” He brings a hand to your cheek. “You delight in wickedness, but then berate yourself for the delight. That simply won’t do, I won’t allow it.” 

He stands up and she watches him undress. Starting with the belt buckle, his hands calling attention to the bulge in his slacks. She licks her lips as she watches him free his erection and position himself between her still clothed thighs – the split bloomer design making for ease of access. Without warning, Hannibal thrusts himself into her, as far as her body would take him in this state. She yelps out in pain as she feels his cock spear her, stretching her sides and causing a dizzying agony. 

“Sh sh shhh” Hannibal coos, putting one hand over her mouth and the other gripping her hip over the boned stays. 

She struggles against his grip, hot tears rolling down her cheeks as she cries out in pain, pleasure, and delirium – his hand muffling her helpless pleas. He thrusts into her hard, hips setting a merciless pace and his eyes fixated on the rhythmic bouncing of her breasts bulging out from the bodice stays, covered in wispy streaks of blood. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as pleasure begin to win over the pain. Agonized cries gave way to wanton moans, spurring Hannibal on. 

“There you go,” His voice was trembling. “You’re enjoying this, I know you are.” 

Her hands desperately clawed at his back as her pleasure mounted up. She loved being his toy, his pretty little victim. He took care of everything, he made all the choices, all the had to do was lay back and let him do as he wished. It was all so much easier than normal life, working late hours, fighting for your career, being threatened by men of status and constantly having to prove herself in her field, chastised for the sin of simply being a young woman in academia. Here, she let Hannibal take the reigns fully. With Hannibal by her side, no one dared threaten her, he made sure she was safe, he took care of her like a princess just so he could have the privilege of breaking her himself; and break her he did. 

With one last strong thrust, Hannibal fully lost control, vision going completely white as his orgasm coated her insides. He felt her nails piercing his flesh, the vibrations of her screaming against his palm, the power of knowing she was fully in his hands, and it all sent him over the edge. Perhaps he wouldn’t eat her after all.

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Hi! I saw your requests were open and thought I'd pop in to ask How Would The Mercs Reach To Their S/O Picking Up Phrases Or Slang That They Use! Bonus points if S/O also says phrases in the Mercs' native tongue ^^

THIS IS THE STUFF, PEOPLE!!!! I love this prompts so much oh my gosh, thank you so much for requesting!!! I may have gotten a tad carried away with Sniper's part, whoops..

Merc's Reactions to Their S/O Picking up Words/Phrases/Slang That They Use - drabbles

Total wc: 2.4k

Mercs included: All

Masterlist

Scout:

After being around him for such a long time, it’s not too surprising that sometimes you’d accidentally slip into a bostonian accent for some words. But the first time Scout caught you saying one of his lines was in the middle of battle. - Your two classes didn’t really mesh too well, so you wouldn’t be near each thother too often. Which means that he has no idea how long you’ve been doing this for.

You hadn’t noticed Scout run behind you after noticing you turning a corner. You jumped down from the ledge, spotting an opponent right below you. With a big swing of your weapon and a crit hit that landed perfectly on the back of their head, you shouted:

“Hah! Take that, chucklenuts!”

Scout couldn’t help but laugh at that, feeling pride wash through him. That means you think he’s funny! It’s not a direct complement, but it sure feels like it for him. It probably didn’t help that you yelled “BONK!” as your hit landed, too. It didn’t really matter to him if you guys ended up winning that battle or not, because that was a big enough win for him. (Though, you did end up winning with how much quicker he was on his feet.)

It really just made him fall even more in love with you.

Soldier:

Hearing him go on about war and America so often eventually meant you using references some times, or throwing in a few words relating to those things at times. It’s happened before where your team was right close to losing, so the opposing team felt more lax and confident. You were the start of the comeback, killing their Medic, and shouting:

“It ain’t over 'till it’s over, Maggot!”

Soldier didn’t even catch the fact that you used one of his most common nicknames. It just kinda flew over his head.

Of course, it wasn’t just words and phrases that you’d stolen from him - It’d be wrong to say that you didn’t get a bit more chaotic, too.

The one that struck him right in the face, though, was when you sacrificed yourself for him, while killing multiple enemies. You had shouted “Death before dishonor!” as you did. 

It had landed you the victory.

After the battle, he had quickly picked you up and threw you on his shoulders, holding your legs in place as he marched on. He gave you a whole speech about how “YOU DESERVE A MEDAL OF HONOR, CUPCAKE!!”

Pyro:

-Uhhhh

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-jk, as if I’d leave my favorite firebug out ;)

Obviously, mimicking any common phrases of theirs wasn’t really possible…but! I can promise you that they only fell harder for you when you started adapting their little tweaks to sign language that they tended to use. One thing that was very common of Pyro to do was to use the short form of “I love you”. They loved the fact that it was so much quicker to do, and easy, and it’s so simple!

There’s a good chance that you weren’t completely fluent in sign language when you first showed up as a merc, so you had Engineer and Pyro gladly help you. So, that’s what made them even more excited to see you pick up on their mannerisms.

Because you knew the right way to do it. Pyro knows this, because they’ve seen you either learn it with Engie, or do it before.

Their favorite thing was seeing how you got more comfortable with sign language with time. Your movements are so much less stiff, and much quicker. It’s almost second nature to you now, and they can’t express how happy it makes them!

Though, lots of cuddles and gasmask kisses seems to do the trick.

Heavy:

Heavy caught you the first time you said it. His favorite step in your relationship was the night he decided to call you милая (milaya). You two were snuggled up next to eachother after a long day of battles, enjoying eachother’s warmth. (He’s a human heater, so this happens pretty often.) He wasn’t really expecting you to catch it, throwing it in the middle of his sentence to try to hide it. - He’s still a bit nervous about trying new things, you know! - But, you had indeed questioned him on what it meant. He merely explained that it was a term of endearment, and he struggled to find similar english words and ended up fumbling with Honey, Darling and Sweetie. Your face had gotten a little warmer at that, but you had expressed how much you liked the name and he had began to use it since. Now, it simply rolled off his tongue with ease when talking or calling out to you.

Ironically, it was nearly the same situation, only months later. You two were once again cuddling after a long day, though much more tired. This time, you two were laying down on Heavy’s giant bed with him on his back and you on your front right on top of him. You were almost out like a light, but you had noticed that your throat was dry. A glass of water was within Heavy’s reach, so you had mumbled in a groggy voice:

“Mind passing me that glass of water, милая(Milaya)?”

The way you said it without the russian accent almost tripped him up, but he froze right before picking up the glass for you. He figured you must have meant to use his nickname, Misha, or even his actual name, Mikail. He didn’t ask you about it, as you were asleep before he could form the right sentence. 

It had plagued his mind for a while though, and may have made his face go pink a few times during battle. 

Engineer:

Do you guys have any idea how wild some southern phrases can be?? Imagine picking up on that! But I won’t go into that, instead, imagine adapting his southern conjunctions. Ya’ll, ain’t, Y'all'd've. .. okay maybe not that last one, but still.

Something more common that you most likely picked up on was sometimes no longer pronouncing the G at the end of words. Fixin’, attackin’, goin’, etc. Just like Scout, you probably also had a few words that slipped into that southern accent.

But by far, the most common thing you did was drop the G and use ‘y’all’. Dell definitely noticed, and probably poked fun at you at times.

“Ya’ll wanna play darts or somethin’ later?” You head poked into the common room, where most of the usual mercs were hanging out, already drinking beer and chatting away. He’d let out a snicker, then follow it up with something along the lines of:

“Yer startin’ ‘ta sound a lil’ too much like me, Honeybee.”

He definitely gently teases you about it, “correcting” you if you “forget” to use the southern version of whatever you said.

“Don’tchya mean ‘ya’ll’?”

Demoman: (small gore mention)

Man, don’t get me started with all the weird stuff he says. The thing is, he doesn’t often use the same insults, so you don’t end up picking up on the more obscure ones. You might slip and say “ya” instead of “you”, and you might pick up on using “bloody” to accentuate what you’re trying to say. You might also pick up saying “aye” to get people’s attention. 

He thought it was absolutely adorable, and would often follow through with whatever you said with something of his own. 

You really wanted to use your favorite line of his on the battlefield one day, but he just so happened to be with you when you got a sweet domination, taking an opponent’s head clean off. You kinda forgot that he was with you, as he was focused on another opponent, so you let the line slip:

“Hah! They’re going to have to glue you back together… IN HELL!”

You weren’t expecting him to notice, or at least make it obvious that he did, but he immediately called out after you:

“AYE, THAT’S RIGHT YE BLOODY BADASS! THA’S HOW IT’S DONE!!” 

Medic: (Gore mention)

It’s common for Medic to use filler words such as "eh, ah, um, er, eheh, aha, ja", and you’ve adopted that little habit. He finds it adorable that you started copying him!

Though, he definitely treats it as an experiment, as he does with most things. He also probably tallies it up. Like, he’ll just be having a conversation with you and have his notepad handy, and he only stops tallying when it seems like you might be catching on.

He’ll purposely use one of the filler words more often than others to see if you’ll do the same. It works! For some you begin to use them right away, others may take a while of exposure for you to start absentmindedly saying them. 

The first time you used a german, non-filler word was in a fit of panic.

You had been practising some stuff on some subjects that Medic had allowed you to borrow. Of course you were interested in experimenting with bodies and animals, even people, sometimes! -You got with Medic, this is to be expected. - He knows he’s taught you enough for you to be safe to do this type of stuff on your own, and he allows you to use the medbay whenever. 

He had walked in to tell you to come take a break to have something to eat, when you accidentally cut your hand with a scalpel. Without a second thought, you quickly let out a hushed “Scheiße!” before turning around to take care of the wound, spotting Medic. He didn’t have time to question you about it, since taking care of you was the only thing on this mind at the time.

Sniper:

The first time it happened was when Scout had asked you to hang out. He apparently wanted to show you something cool, but you were busy making yourself a snack. Mundy had just walked into the kitchen when he heard your reply; 

“Cheers! I’ll be free in a bit!” 

Scout didn’t seem to notice anything. Or if he did, he didn’t mention it. He just started rambling on about whatever cool thing he was about to show you. Sniper didn’t want to bother you when you seemed genuinely interested in Scout’s mostly one-sided conversation, but if you had looked over at him, you would have been able to spot a slight raise of his brow and the tiniest hint of a smirk.

The second time was when Demo had accidentally spilled some of his scrumpy on you. He was extremely apologetic, but you kept reassuring him that it was alright.

“No wuckas, Demo! I’ll just go change real quick.”

Yet again, you walked off before he could question you.

The third time got him backstabbed. 

Though he’d never admit it, he often sometimes watched you through his scope, wanting to keep his S/O safe. This time, you just so happened to be semi-facing him, when you ran into a sticky bomb. You had noticed it a moment too late, so you weren’t able to dodge it. You only had enough time to mutter a quick “...Piss.” before being sent to respawn. Sniper was able to read your lips, and he couldn’t help but snort and let out a chuckle, not allowing himself to listen to his surroundings.

Finally, you did it when it was just you and him in his camper van. The two of you were bored and looking for something to do, when you had spotted something behind Mundy. You gestured towards it;

“Hey, wanna pass the deck of cards, mate?”

He froze for a moment, then he allowed his smirk to grow. You sat in silence, wondering what was so funny. He noticed the look of confusion on your face.

“Mate… really? You’re not doin’ that t’make fun of me, are ya?”

Your brows only furrowed further together, “What, what’d I do?” 

He never called you ‘mate’ anymore, not after the two of you got together. Usually, he called you ‘Roo’ or ‘Love’.

“You called me ‘Mate.’”

“I-” You look at him in disbelief, finally making proper sense of his previous sentence. Then a smile began to slowly grow across your face, “no.. did I really?”

“Yeah, you’ve been playin’ parrot for a while, now,”

You shake your head and cover your face in embarrassment as you lean into his side. You hadn’t even noticed!

“S’alright, Roo. ’S pretty funny,” he snuggled a little closer, only to give you a small peck on the temple, “n’ cute, too.”

Spy:

One thing for certain was that he very rarely used your actual name. It was always pet names and names of endearment- always french ones. 

‘Mon amour, mon coeur, ma/mon chèr(e)’, etc. And since you hung around him so much, it wasn’t rare to hear him use french swears and insults dropped in conversation every so often when talking about past battles and such. Once, he had accidentally spilled his glass of wine, and he uttered “Merde..” under his breath. The same thing happened when a burnt piece of his cigarette had fallen onto his suit, though this time he had said it a bit louder. He’d called people ‘con’ or ‘connard’, ‘crétain, putain,’ and many more. One that was a little more common around the others was ‘ta geule’, or ‘ferme ta geule.’ You eventually learnt that it meant something along the lines of “Shut up”. 

One day, when you were extremely frustrated with an overly obnoxious opponent who really enjoyed taunting you, you muttered:

“Ferme ta geule, connard!”

As the opponent fully came to face you, trying to make sense of the words you had let out, they got backstabbed. 

You were simply a distraction. 

Though, that didn’t stop the way Spy’s cigarette fell from his lips as he finally thought twice about what you had said moments prior.

“Mon amour, it’s best you don’t start using those words too often.”

July.27.23

[keep-it-pottah]

In The Shadows of Love’s Sin’s - F.W. G.W. I

A/N: I originally posted this on Wattpad but figured maybe I should post it on here as well so more people can read it. This is a series and is based on the movies cause I like the movies better and I'm starting this series with the third movie cause I hate the first two and have no ideas on how to really write anything involving the twins with the first two movies. Oh yeah, the spelling and grammar probably aren't good cause my native language is Korean and I'm still not completely fluent in English yet.

Also I lowkey hate this so far but at the same time I don’t so idk.

!! FEM ALIGNED/FEM READERS DNI !!

"So, what's it like in Egypt?" You ask once you were sat between Fred and George, a copy of the Daily Prophet in your hands showing the photo of the Weasley family while they were on their trip to Egypt. "I'm guessing it was hot?" You asked as you looked between the two boys sat on either side of you.

Fred, who was sat on your left, lightly shrugged before he scooted himself a bit closer to you in order to point to the pyramids in the background. "It was a bit hot, but the sights there made it so worth it." He said as he looked back up at you, a small smile resting on his lips once his gaze had landed on your own.

"Yeah, all the old and creepy stuff was so cool." George, who sat on your right, spoke up. He scooted himself closer to you the same way Fred had just done. "Knowing your fascination with all things creepy and old, you'd love it there, Y/N." George teased you while he lightly poked your shoulder.

You rolled your eyes at your friend's remark. "Oh, haha." You replied in a sarcastic tone while you gave George's arm a playful shove. "You could do without making fun of my interests for once, you know." You stated with a raise of your eyebrows.

Fred moved now so he had each leg on either side of the chair he sat on. "Ah, but it is not making fun of you that we are doing, dear Y/N." He states with a grin as he places an arm on your shoulder while he looked up at you with his charming and seemingly "innocent" eyes.

George is swift with his finishing of his brother's sentence. "Simply stating facts." He replied as he copied his brother's action and placed his own arm on your other shoulder. "We are not making fun of your interests."

"No matter how weird they are!" Fred continued while he lifted a finger up to make his statement more true.

"We are merely... pointing out that you would enjoy all the creepy and old stuff in Egypt." George stated with a grin as he had moved to rest his chin on top of his arm on your shoulder.

"Especially the tombs with the mummies in them!" Fred finished while he imitated his brother. The two boys were then resting their chins on their arms, both of which were still resting on your shoulders.

You huffed while you shrugged their arms off your shoulders. "Call it what you want. I see it as you making fun of the fact that I enjoy history and all things that prove that life isn't all happy-go-lucky." You responded as you moved to stand up from the chair you had sat in. "On another note, you two both need to learn about personal space." You stated while you pointed between the two boys. "You both seriously lack the ability to understand personal space."

Fred and George both made a faux offended look to each other before they moved to stand next to you once more.

"Of course we understand personal space." Fred starts as he moved to stand on your left.

"It just so happens that we enjoy your personal space more than we enjoy our own." George finished while he stood on your left. However, before you were able to speak up, the twins looked over and saw that their little brother, Ron, was showing both of his best friends, Harry and Hermione, the same clip that Fred and George had just shown you. Both of the twins attentions were then turned towards their brother as they both walked over to him.

"You're not flashing that clipping about again, are you, Ron?" The first twin had teased his little brother while he snatched the clip away from the younger boy.

Ron furrowed his eyebrows with a small pout-like frown rested on his lips. "I haven't told anyone." He huffed, after he pulled his pet rat closer to his chest.

"No, not a soul." The second twin responded as both of the twins walked around the table the three younger wizards sat at.

"Not unless you count Tom..." The first twin stated.

"The night maid..." The second twin continued.

"The day maid..."

"The cook..."

"The bloke that came to fix the toilet..."

"And the wizard from Belgium." The second twin finished with a teasing grin as he folded the clipping and placed it back on the table once the two were on the opposite side of the table from their little brother.

"Harry!" The twins and Ron's mother, Molly Weasley, called out once she had spotted Ron's friend, causing the younger wizard to turn his attention to the woman.

Ron scoffed before he looked over to where you stood once you had moved to get closer to the scene. "Hey! You showed it to him!" He argued, pointing to you. Fred and George grin as they moved to stand next to you once more.

"Ah, but you see here, Ronald," Fred starts as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, which caused you to roll your eyes.

"Y/N, here, happens to be our best and closest friend," George continued as he once again copied his brother by wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"And he is also the only person we showed," Fred continued as well.

"Because we do not feel the need to gloat about our trip, so we only showed the one person we actually enjoy talking to,"

"And the only person who we know actually enjoys hearing about our trip rather than random people who don't care about our life."

"So, you see, your argument about how we showed him," George motioned towards you, "is invalid."

Ron huffed and looked back down at the table as you, Fred, and George moved to sit down once more. Fred and George, of course, were sat on either side of you once more. You were always in the middle of them, no matter where they stood or sat, if you were with them you were in the middle.

"Maybe you should take a page out of their book, Ronald." Hermione stated in that same know-it-all tone she had anytime she said anything. That only caused Ron to roll his eyes and caused you to give her a sort of side-eye, judging glance. You and Hermione did not get along. At all.

Just then, Harry came back with a sort of lost look on his face as Fred and George's father, Arthur Weasley, was stood behind him, watching him walk back with a dark look in his eye. You and the twins all noticed it, yet no one spoke of it as you three were getting lost in your own conversation with each other.

~~~~~

Students shouting goodbyes to their parents, parents shouting tearful goodbyes to their children, the train whistle blowing, and the train engine roaring up signifies the beginning of a new year at Hogwarts. You and the twins stand at a window, your heads sticking out as the three of you wave goodbye to Arthur and Molly Weasley.

Of course, Molly is too busy running after the train to notice you and the twins. She carried Scabbers, Ron's rat, in her hands as she ran. Scabbers squeaked in her hands as she called out. "Ron! Ron! Ro-" She cuts herself off as she finally reaches Ron, who was three windows down from you, and hands him his rat. "Oh, for goodness sake!" She exclaims as she hands him Scabbers, a slight look of guilt and embarrassment on Ron's face at the realization that he left his rat behind. Once Ron has hold of his rat, Molly points a finger at him as she speaks once more. "Don't lose him!"

Ron lifts a hand up and waves with a nod, the same embarrassed expression on his face as he does so. You, Fred, and George all laugh at that before moving back inside the train and heading off to find a compartment that was either empty or had a few of your friends in it so you could join them.

"So, Freddy, George" You start as the three of you walk along the train, "Any classes you're excited for this year? Or are you just going to try and guilt trip me into doing all of your homework again?"

Fred and George exchange a grin before looking over at you once more with the same grin. "You know us too well." Fred starts, giving you a nudge.

"Although it's going to be exciting to mess with whoever the newest professor for Defense Against the Dark Arts is." George continues before the three of you stop in front of an empty compartment.

"Ten galleons says they quit on the first day." Fred says as you open the compartment door and step inside, the twins following after you.

You shake your head in response. "After you made Professor O'Neil quit our second year, I'm not taking that chance again." You say as you put your stuff above the seats, then help the twins put their stuff up. "Besides, after O'Neil quit, we had to get Quirrel to take her spot instead and we all know how that ended up. So are you sure you want to make this one quit as well so another one of you-know-who's followers can take it?"

George rolls his eyes as you put his trunk on the shelves above the three of you. "It was just a joke, Y/N. You're too uptight sometimes."

Fred hums and nods in agreement as he helps you put his trunk up next. "He's right, you know."

You just scoff before shutting the compartment door and sitting down on the opposite side of the twins. "More like I'm just trying not to get you two expelled or anyone killed."

George crosses his arms over his chest. "Hey, it wasn't our fault that Quirrel tried to kill Harry and bring back you-know-who. How were we supposed to know?"

You just sigh and shake your head. "Just- don't try and make anyone quit this year. It didn't end well last time."

Fred and George both groan in annoyance. "Fine." They say in unison. Just then, the door to the compartment opens and two of your friends, Angelina and Lee, enter. They both sit next to you after putting their things up, with Lee on your left while Angelina was on your right.

~~~~~

A few hours later, after you had fallen asleep, the compartment was now silent, as was most of the train. The only sounds filling the small area was the quiet pattering of rain drops against the window, the train running on the tracks, thunder rumbling in the distance, Fred and George occasionally speaking quietly, and distant sounds of people speaking on occasion.

Lee was asleep as well, leaning against the window to the outside, Angelina was reading a book while you had your head on her shoulder, fast asleep, while Fred and George were eating whatever sweets they had got from the trolly and arguing on which ones were better.

Eventually, the sound of the train wheels squeaking and the train shaking as it comes to a halt causes everyone to stop what they're doing and look around in confusion. You and Lee end up waking up at the sound of the train wheels, and you blink a few times before sitting up straight, looking around in confusing like the others.

"What's going on?" You ask, rubbing your eyes a bit as you look out the window for a moment to try and figure out what was happening. "There's no way we're there already."

Fred shakes his head. "No, we're not. We're just stopped out of nowhere." He says in response as he looks out the window as well.

"Did we break down then?" You ask as you move over to the door to the compartment. You then open the door and peak your head out, looking down the little hallway to see if there was an answer out there somewhere, only to end up seeing other students doing the same. However then, the train jerks, causing you to fall backwards, landing in George's lap with a little 'oof'. George groans, as you had landed right on his groin and it was pretty painful. "Ah, hell... Sorry, Georgie."

George just groans in pain once more, his hands grabbing your waist to try and push you off of him. You quickly stand and move off of him, sitting beside him now. Just then, the power in your compartment, and the rest of the train, goes out. You furrow your eyebrows and look around in confusion.

"What is happening?" Lee asks, now having finally woken up. He lifts his head and looks out the window, narrowing his eyes to try and see through the fog and the rain. "There's something moving out there." He mumbles before letting out a shiver.

After he finishes speaking, frost begins to slowly coat the window. Everyone shudders at the sudden drop in temperature, breaths now visible in the chill air. You notice how George wraps his arms around himself, so you mindlessly wrap one of your arms around him to try and warm him up. Unbeknownst to you, Fred frowns and glares at you and George a bit in slight envy, while George smiles to himself. The lights flicker on for a few moments before flickering off once more mere seconds later.

The train jerks once more, causing Lee to his head on the window and to groan in pain. "Ow!" He exclaims and hisses softly as he rubs his head. "Dammit."

Fred then turns away from you and George and looks out the window instead, furrowing his eyebrows in concentration. "I think... I think I see someone coming on board?"

The frost on the window then begins to slowly turn to ice as the temperature drops even lower, below freezing this time. All of the drinks you all had begins to freeze as well, and everyone's breathing becomes even more visible. The train jerks more roughly this time, causing everyone to fall back in their seats and to look around in a panic. "What the bloody hell is going on?" Angelina asks as you all look around. "It's so cold."

Just then, the faint silhouette of a cloaked figure begins to appear in front of the door of the compartment, the sound of wind whistling and an eerie hum filling the air. A long, skinny, and seemingly bony hand reaches out, the slender fingers curling and causing the door to slowly slide open. A soft, muffled, whooshing sound fills the air as the cloaked figure appears in the doorway.

The more the door opens, the colder the compartment gets. All of the cheerful, happy feelings in the air drop and is replaced with numbness and pain. It was as if all the happiness and glee had been drained from the world. However for you it's different. Instead of numbness you feel, it's shame, disappointment, and anxiety.

Once the cloaked figure is standing in the open doorway, you can immediately recognize it. "Dementor..." You whisper, causing the dementor to turn its attention to you. The more it focuses on you, the more the shame you feel grows.

The dementor gets closer to you, its hood pulling back a small bit. A distorted whooshing sound fills the air as its hand reaches out and caresses your chin. Its fingers are cold, ice cold, and it burns. You can feel the burns being left behind on your skin as the dementor begins to inhale, feeding off of all the feelings of shame and disappointment coursing through you at the moment. It hurt, it was so painful. The worst agony you had ever felt before.

After you had let out a groan in discomfort, Fred suddenly stands and shoves the dementor out of the compartment and slams the door shut. He yells out in pain, the pain from the cold burn on his hands almost unbearable. However before you can say anything, the world around you begins to fade and all sounds grew quiet. The last thing you hear is the sound of Fred and George calling out your name until it all goes dark.

[kpopimaginings]

English - Hyunjin

A/N: Finally got this request about Hyunjin and a native English speaking reader written! Sorry it took so long, but please enjoy

You absolutely loved dating Hyunjin, there was no doubt about it. He was really everything you wanted in a boyfriend, so sweet and attentive, cute yet hot. Another perk was definitely the fact that you had also acquired two new English-speaking friends. As a native English speaker yourself, there was something very comforting about having Felix and Chan around. Being in Korea wasn't an easy change, so having people around you who were so fluent in your mother tongue and could help you out with Korean was very reassuring.

What you hadn't realised was the fact that Hyunjin had picked up on how often you would hang out with his Australian friends. He understood that it was nice for you to be able to chat with them in English, but sometimes it had him feeling a little insecure. Besides, he was your boyfriend, he should be able to give you the comfort and support you sought in them.

At first he would try to join in with you, but he slowly stopped, stepping away when you became engrossed in conversation with Chan and Felix. Sure, he knew some English and he could carry a conversation with you, but it didn't flow right. He'd have to pause occasionally to get his head or tongue around the foreign words.

One day, you popped to the dorms unannounced, just wanting to spend a bit of time with your man. You found Hyunjin sitting at the table with his earphones in and a very serious look furrowing his brow. His fingers were threaded through his hair, his forehead resting on his palm as he flicked through the book in front of him.

Creeping over, you placed a kiss on top of his head.

"Hi, Jinnie," you smiled as he looked up at you, trying to hide what was in front of him.

He wasn't quite quick enough though and you realised it and English book he was using to study.

"Hello," he said, flustered but English. "I - uh, I wasn't expecting you."

"I know, I wanted to surprise you," you pointed out. "Are you studying English again? Do you want me to help?"

"No, it's ok," he said, but his expression told you things were far from ok.

"What's wrong?" you asked, taking the seat beside him.

"Nothing."

"Hyunjin, I know you, something's up."

"Up?" he asked innocently, glancing at the ceiling.

You let out a chuckle. "That's not-"

"Right, of course," he said, realising the literal translation wasn't helping him. "I'm sorry, I'm too stupid."

"Wait, what?" you were now even more confused. "Why are you stupid?"

"I try, very hard," he explained, sticking with English as he tried to make you understand. "I want to be good at English for you, but it's very hard. I watch when you talk with Chan-hyung and Felix. It makes you happy. I want you to be happy with me."

"Jinnie, I am happy with you. You're amazing at English. You've learnt so much so fast, I'm sorry if I made you feel bad when I laughed just now, but you were so cute."

"But I can't keep up with you when you talk with them."

"So tell us you don't understand something, we'll explain, that's how you learn more," you explained. "It's so sweet that you've been studying and you want to be better for me, but the best way you'll learn things is by having conversations."

Hyunjin let out a sigh, looking down at the book again.

"I don't want you to think I like hanging out with them more than you," you continued. "You are so precious to me; you do make me happy. You make me feel loved."

Looking back up at you he smiled a little. You leant in a pecked a quick kiss to his lips.

"And by the way, 'something's up' just means 'something's wrong', you can use it the same way."

"Ok, thank you, that helps."

"Good. I'm here for you," you assured him.

"Can we just hang out here? With food?" he asked, pushing the book on the table away from him.

"Absolutely. That's exactly what I was hoping for," you smiled.

"Jagi?" Hyunjin spoke as you were about to stand.

"Yes?"

Now that your attention was back on him, he kissed you properly.

"Thank you. I am lucky I have you," he told you.

"And I'm not going anywhere," you assured him, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly.

NAVIGATION |  STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST

[disasterbijupiter]

Aaaaah, the new G Gundam story's first chapter is here!!

Although I am not fluent in Japanese, I can speak and read/write it a fair bit, and so I decided I really want to try my best to make an English translation! ... I'm not sure if I will be able to keep up with it, but I'm going to try for now starting with the beginning/prologue of the first chapter! ^_^

(For anyone who doesn't know, there's a new written "side story" being published on the official website in honor of the 30th anniversary, written by the original director! Here is the actual link.)

Anyways, I wasn't sure what to expect for this, but so far it already features:

The whole gang immediately getting drunk together. Amazing.

Wong drinking wine and being pathetic. Yes, fantastic.

Martial arts giving people ridiculously over-the-top, unexplained super powers. Check.

So... It is already better than I thought it was going to be. 😂

Here is my translation of Chapter 1's first section! (I will be breaking it down into scenes/parts to make it easier.) Also, if anyone, especially any Japanese native speakers or anyone who's fluent, has corrections or suggestions, feel free to lemme know!

Episode 1:

— Long ago in Guyana………

Master: “Is the Gundam Fight the right path………?”

The voice echoes in the dark, like a faint guiding light amid the blackness.

Master: “I would like to ask you, siblings, for the answer.”

Two disciples sit before their master.

Elder sister disciple: “………………”

Younger brother disciple: “………………”

However, there is no response from the two disciples.

Master: “Many Gundam Tournaments have taken place……… I would have liked to have been able to find the answer myself, but………”

Interrupting the master’s sad murmur, the elder sister disciple replies.

Elder sister disciple: “In that case, Master, why don’t I become your eyes and take a look at the Gundam Fight?”

Those words are filled with love and determination to work hard for her master.

Master: “You will go for me?”

Elder sister disciple: “Yes.”

Younger brother disciple: “Well then, I’ll come with you.”

Elder sister disciple: “No, you stay here to assist Master.”

The older sister speaks kindly to the younger brother disciple.

Younger brother disciple: “But………”

The master smiles happily at the words of these two who care about each other.

Master: “Yes, I would appreciate if you could do that for me.”

Younger brother disciple: “Yes………”

The younger brother disciple shyly agrees… wishing he had been the one to take on the mission first.

Master: “Now, let me give you this………”

The master places his own fist over the fist of the elder sister disciple.

Elder sister disciple: “……… This is………”

Master: “It might be a bit soon, but it’s good to have this in order to navigate the world…”

The elder sister disciple’s fist begins to glow, and the younger brother disciple gazes at both of their fists with admiration in his eyes.

Younger brother disciple: “Ah………”

On the elder sister disciple’s fist shines the “King of Hearts” emblem.

(continue to next part)

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Hi, you write very cool, I love reading your posts. Can you please make mercenaries with a teenage girl reader? She's originally from Russia. Y/n is a big fan of horror movies and other creepy stuff. Her favorite hobby is walking around abandoned buildings and diggerism, she likes to take things she finds in buildings with her as souvenirs. One shot as all mercenaries go with her to the abandoned hospital, if it's not hard. They have fun, have wheelchair races, scare each other, draw graffiti, until they hear some strange noises, the mercenaries think it's y/n since she moved away from them, but she stands next to them. Y/n as the bravest decides to go into the room where the strange sounds are coming from, dementia and courage, there she sees a group of some people, they notice her and start chasing her, y/n shouts to the mercenaries to run away and they all escape from the hospital ttogether. I apologize for the errors in the text, English is not my native language

A/N: WOO WEE, IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE I'VE WRITTEN ANYTHING TF2. Sorry this took so long! I've been trying to find myself again and improve my writing! So, I hope you enjoy as I try to finish all these requests... (I hope I got everything in this request)

Horror Flicks and Thrillers (Mercs x Teen! Reader)

Hailing from a small, unknown town in Russia, you moved to Teufort only a few years ago. You were younger than you were right now, around fourteen years of age. Maybe even younger. You were seventeen now, living with a group of men known as Team Fortress. They were mercenaries, every single one, with different and unique jobs. You had grown to love them like family. They accepted you into their family. When you arrived, you weren’t fluent in English. Scout and Heavy helped you learn. Heavy did most of the work, providing flashcards and having Scout translate it back to English. Weeks had gone by and you spoke full sentences without hesitation. They attempted to raise you, seeing as you were now one of them. It wasn’t easy, especially since they were paid killers constantly fighting the enemy team. You tried not to make it hard for them but your obsession with creepy things and horror movies got in the way.

“Can we watch the Mike Myers film again?” you sweetly asked Heavy as he chopped onions on the cutting board. The giant did not shed a tear as he chopped the onions in one swoop. They seemed to have no effect on him. “I love a good Halloween movie. Or two.” Heavy grunted.

“That will be the eighth time this week, leetle Y/n,” he replied. You frowned. “Are you not tired from watching the same films over and over?” A grin grew on your face. You weren’t tired of the same horror flicks. You loved them so much. You knew you would die watching the films. It’d be the last thing before you went into the afterlife. It didn’t matter if it was even the classic horror or thriller films.

“Y/n, didn’t you hear me?”

“Hmm?” You looked back at Heavy, who simply sighed. He wasn’t trying to sound disappointed. But it was a bit frustrating when you didn’t listen. You got lost in thought a lot.

“Mind helping me?” he asked again, this time with your full attention. You nodded, mumbling “Uh huh” and went around Heavy. You grabbed a bowl and Heavy slipped the diced onions into it. He placed the knife and cutting board into the kitchen sink. Today was fish and salad onion day. The onion was mixed with other vegetables and served as a side. When Heavy was the one to cook the dish, it was like heaven on the mouth. It was something known to keep you shushed about your horror flick obsession.

But you had a plan for later that night. You were going to make it terribly unforgettable.

*>/<*

You helped Scout carry the dishes to the sink. It was Pyro’s turn to wash them. Spy and Heavy were very hesitant to let Pyro do it, since last time he shattered every plate and burned them like a bonfire. Ms. Pauling was not too pleased with that incident.

“Alright, those are all the dishes,” Scout declared, placing a stack on the larger side of the sink. You followed him into the living room, where he crashed on the couch next to Engineer. He sighed. “So what are we doing tonight?” he asked. A grin grew on your face. The team discussed what they were going to do. Spy recommended that you all played poker, Pyro suggested making it “Movie Night” tonight.

You slowly snuck off as the discussion quickly turned into a heated argument. Pyro was the one to notice you sneak off and quietly followed. It was dark and cold outside. The lights from inside barely illuminated the front yard. You sighed. It was a beautiful night to go breaking into haunted hospitals. Pyro never mumbled a word. He simply followed you to Spy’s extremely expensive sports car. He watched as you shattered the window and snuck in the car. You pulled out the steering system, exposing the wires. You began to hot-wire the car as Pyro leaned his arms against the shattered window. You almost had the engine running when you heard a voice call out, sending chills down your spine.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” You flinched back.

“Privet (Hello) Spy,” you sheepishly replied, lifting your head up so he could see you. Spy’s face was red with anger. “I’m just simply… pochinit' tvoyu mashinu (fixing your car),” you lied. Spy raised his eyebrow. You sank back into the driver’s seat. “Okay fine, maybe I was hot-wiring it to take it out.”

“And why, may I ask?” Spy said. Pyro looked to you, then to Spy, and back to you again. There was a hunch Pyro knew what you were planning.

“Um, for a late night drive,” you answered. If Spy’s eyebrow could lift any higher, it would. He wasn’t buying it. You slouched back in the seat. “Fine, I was going to steal it to check out an abandoned hospital.”

“An abandoned hospital?” a cheery voice called out. It was Medic, who was being followed by the rest of the team as they headed out. “I would love to go with jou!” A big grin grew on Medic’s face. Spy’s expression was one of shock.

“No, no, non,” he replied, shaking his head. Scout grinned. 

“Heck yeah, let’s check out a creepy hospital! I need something to do anyway,” he said.

“No,” Spy sternly said. “And that no is final!”

*>/<*

 The dirt path leading into the woods was illuminated by the van’s headlights. For some strange reason, everyone agreed that visiting the hospital was the thing to do tonight. You happily hummed, tapping your hands on your lap as Medic slowly started to hit the brakes of the team minivan. Spy sat up front, grumbling to himself and chewing on his cigarette. He was annoyed that no one listened. You were thinking to yourself, who died and made you boss? Heavy had to carry him against his will. Spy wasn’t going anywhere.

Scout impatiently tapped his foot on the dirty carpet of the van. He never had any patience. He had a record of running red lights and getting in trouble with the police.

“When are we getting there?” he whined. “My everything is numb. I need to run.” Medic brought the van to a stop, placing the brakes and turning the vehicle off. Scout was the first one out, creating a dirt storm as he ran around, stretching out his legs. You followed him.

“Wait up!” you called out, chasing after Scout who was long gone already. Someone grabbed you by the scruff of your collar, lifting you up in the air. It was Heavy, and he had a stern look on his face. “Aww, Uncle Misha!” you whined. “Let me run with Scout, please!” You wiggled around, struggling to break free from Heavy’s grip. He shook his great big head. 

“No.” He set you back down on the ground and snatched Scout by the ear. He wriggled around in pain, arguing with Heavy to put him back down. You chuckled. Spy stepped next to you, exhaling smoke from his cigarette.

“Could we please get a move on?” he asked, clearly complaining. He just didn’t want to show it.

*>/<*

Engineer fiddled with the powerbox, attempting to fix the lights. Sniper wheeled Scout around in a rusty wheelchair. The runner laughed, throwing his arms into the air. Sniper had a smirk plastered on his lips. Spy disappeared to who knows where and Medic was losing it over the pristine tools left behind in the abandoned hospital. You found a small dirt pile and began to dig. You were searching for small souvenirs to take home. 

“What are you doing, cadet?” Soldier asked in his gruff voice. 

“Stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?” He kneeled down and used his bare hands to dig with you. You completely ignored the spraying coming from Scout’s paint can as he painted graffiti onto the wall. Your fingers were stained with dust and dirty, finding a small gold coin. Soldier found a pencil snapped into two pieces. You found a few abandoned soda cans.

Digging got boring very quickly. Soldier found a few maggots and you had dared him to try and eat them. He was struggling to. They wiggled around in his hands, squirming to get free.  You wound up dragging Soldier over with you to help Scout paint the walls. Pyro joined in, happily mumbling and spray painting horrible depictions of people dying in fires. He probably thought he was drawing beautiful unicorns and silly little babies.

Medic found a barricaded door with scratch and burn marks. There was moaning coming from behind the door, something that caught everyone’s attention. Scout leaned in, pressing his ear up against the door to hear what was behind the door better. He lifted up one foot and was about to kick it down when instead,  Heavy pushed Scout to the side and kicked the door open.

“That’s how you do it,” he said, dusting off his hands. Scout scoffed and stuck out his tongue very briefly. You giggled. Heavy didn’t notice and Scout lived to see another day.

“What is this place?” you asked, following Heavy inside the room. It was dark. Engineer snatched Spy’s match box against his protests and lit one. 

“Oh my gosh,” he muttered. You screamed, scrambling over to Heavy. 

People moaned like zombies, walking around blindly and moaning like mummies. They were pale, almost a ghastly shade of green. The “zombies” wore nasty, dirtied hospital gowns. They were patients left here to die. The doctors must’ve thought they were a lost cause. Medic, on the other hand, had thoughts about getting new experiments.

As soon as the doors opened and you let out the scream, the patients looked to you and the mercenaries, their heads whipping around quickly. Engie dropped the match out of fear.

You screamed again. Or was it Scout who screamed?

The scream, once again, caught the attention of the “zombies” and they came rushing out, running at fast speeds despite their conditions. 

“RUN!” Scout shouted. Everyone listened, although they were calmer than Scout. Heavy picked you up with ease, throwing you over his shoulder. He grabbed Engineer and stopped Pyro from taking one of the patients with him. Demoman picked up Medic and Spy, who held onto Scout. Sniper was just running for his life, grabbing onto his hat.

“Ahh, zhis is fun!” Medic exclaimed, grinning maniacally. He giggled with glee.

“For you it is!” Scout snapped back.  The adrenaline was pumping. You looked behind you as the patients were baring their teeth, foaming out the mouth. You squeaked.

“Run faster Uncle Misha!” you shouted. The hospital was a maze. You and the mercenaries weaved in and out of rooms, struggling to find the exit. The patients were closing in on you. 

“How are they so fast?!” Scout exclaimed, dodging a swipe. He started to slow down. That wasn’t a good sign. “How do we get out of here?!” 

A gun cocking in place caught your attention.

“We fight,” Spy announced, placing his finger over the trigger. 

“You brought a weapon?!” you asked. “Why didn’t you use that earlier?! And…” Medic pulled out his saw, Demoman had a shattered beer bottle, and Engineer had his gunslinger. Almost everyone had a weapon.

“To the death, gentlemen.”

*>/<*

It took a while, but you pointed out to follow the exit signs. They were the only things working in the hospital, dimly glowing. It was stupid, but it worked. Soon, everyone was back in the van, covered in blood. Medic was healing Scout, who had slammed into a wall. You sighed, approaching Spy.

“Sorry we dragged you out here,” you replied. He scoffed, lighting a cigarette.

“Surprisingly…it was fun,” he said. You grinned. Was he being honest with you? Spy enjoyed tonight?

“Really?” you asked. He smiled, ruffling up your hair.

“No, we almost died.”

[cheswirls]

playing around with an experimental idea of different modern scenarios all tethered together by the theme of ill-fated, star-crossed lovers doomed to their destiny. below is probably the penultimate if not the final in a string of scenes, a taste of happiness closer than others but still out of reach.

i think it would be cool to work backwards?? to start at the last and then transition to the beginning. all varying length, some more brief than others to hammer in the futility. this is????? uhhh idk i am still questioning if this would even be interesting. entirely an idea for now.

this one comes after sabo has decided that he's going to escape fate at all costs, this time. the start is more choppy as i'm rambling to establish what's in my head but it settles out when i get into the scene :) sry in advance

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Even when sabo tries to cut his losses and get away, somehow, ace still finds him

Sabo maps his life around a career in the most remote area of the world so he won’t ever have to see ace again, gets a reputation as “devoted to his work” scientist at base camp that doesn’t like to socialize and usually keeps to himself. After a year, one of the (to him) more senior researchers announces her retirement plan, and more importantly, her replacements. Sabo is surprised they’re getting two new people in return but this is apparently old news. Senior is moving back home to marry astronaut returning from iss, their homecomings coincide and it’s supposed to be really sweet but it just leaves a sour taste in sabo’s mouth that he has to forcefully smile around to make amenities. 

Against all odds, ace is one of the newcomers that joins them after the month is up. Sabo tries to maintain distance despite ace’s friendly attempts and affection, and his coworkers brush aside sabo’s attitude to ace as “his usual, he’s always like that. He likes his samples and specimens more than he does any of us.”

But ace doesn’t back down, and surprises sabo by being fluent in english despite his japanese background. It’s not posh european english like sabo had grown used to, but tinged with an accent that suggests he probably spent some extended time in australia. Sabo pretends to not speak english, knocking ace off guard, but the next time they run into each other, ace says his greeting/question/offer in german.

It’s good german too, which shocks sabo enough into giving a normal answer, if not just a response in general. Ace is pleased by this and tries his luck, keeps going with a nonchalant explanation that his mother’s family was german and he’s picked up enough of it over the years to pass as fluent in conversation. 

Sabo feels his cold exterior thawing. He allows ace’s greetings from then on, sometimes quietly echoes back the sentiments in soft-spoken german. No one else at camp ever knows what the two are saying and they’re not keen to share, but they do notice that easygoing ace has finally worn sabo’s shell until he can squeeze himself inside. 

Slowly, sabo feels himself giving in, unable to resist ace’s pull. He starts teaching ace to read written german as he pens in his research notes for the day, ace squeezing his way onto the bench corner sabo’s sat himself in or worming close to sabo’s side wherever he’s decided to settle down for the evening. At first it’s just the little articles and basic words, but soon sabo is muffling his laughter as ace gets tongue-tied trying to read off some of the more long-winded scientific terms. 

Ace knows a bit of spanish from his father and often converses to the researchers from argentina and chile in their native language, and he’s found a special place in the hearts of the scientists from south africa, norway, sri lanka, and new zealand. He’s a busy body and very sociable, so it’s no surprise that he eventually ends up pulling sabo into the edge of goings-on. 

Though sabo is still keen to keep everyone at a distance, ace becomes the exception. An observation slowly makes its way through camp following ace dragging sabo out (just the two of them) on a much-needed day off. They plant themselves safely in the snow out in the middle of nowhere and stare into the sky through their uv goggles. 

Conversation floats between them, idle and meaningless. It’s sabo that first broaches a personal topic, asking ace why he’d ever want to come out here and what led him to this path. Ace throws the same question back and sabo feels encouraged to answer first, less vaguely than he’d like admitting that he fell in love with the work he’s doing, but also that he wanted somewhere remote to be at to escape the bustle of the world at large.

Ace, like sabo, says that he’d experimentally tried something similar in secondary education and enjoyed it, and that led to a research seminar in aussie that turned into a full summer of him being a temp in a science facility. Eventually he’d fallen down the specific rabbit hole (that he’s concentrated on as his area of focus while in antarctica) and after being an assistant for a while, he got this opportunity.

And, yeah, it was different. He’s used to “the bustle” as sabo put it, used to sprawling metro areas and unceasing noise and unending crowds. Given this chance to come out here was definitely something he’d had to think about, but also . . . found that the decision wasn’t all that hard. He felt compelled to take the offer, like something was calling to him.

Maybe . . . he’d been destined to spend time in the middle of nowhere because it’s where sabo was, because sabo had chosen to remove himself from society. Ace says this as a joke, but the notion makes sabo’s breath catch. He doesn’t fight back when ace’s hand settles into his own. He can’t resist the pull of the universe, and he lacks the desire to do so this time around. He’d tried, hadn’t he? And still, here was ace, worming his way into sabo’s heart. With his wavy surfer hair and bright eyes and the tan that should’ve faded after his first month on the continent. 

So sabo lets ace pull him close and whisper “ich liebe dich” where he knows sabo can hear, and maybe they make out and roll around in the snow as much as their protective gear allows. They come back composed and don’t stay glued at the hip, but sabo smiles more that night over drinks as everyone celebrates the wrap-up to their long-awaited day off than he has the entire rest of the time he’s been at this base camp.

Sabo keeps smiling after that night, which is how others start cluing in. he adopts this relaxed air that becomes saturated whenever he’s in reaching distance of ace. Suddenly it’s not ace making space for himself near sabo, but sabo leaving it for ace. Ace may become slightly more accommodating, just a bit more in tune with sabo’s condition, but it’s not ace bringing an extra cup of hot water when sabo’s been hunched around his notes for long enough. It’s sabo accepting the cup without argument, with a warm smile, and shifting so ace can settle down beside him. 

It comes as a shock more to the other six that sabo isn’t asexual, rather than him and ace being (probably) romantically involved. What had been paraded around as a joke, maybe as a bromance of sorts, or just that ace was sabo’s only friend, settles in as something different entirely as everyone clocks in at different points. The “oh, they’re not buddies, they’re like that”

Some nights, when it’s late enough that sabo is the only one awake and ace’s careful prodding manages to win him over, he’ll let ace pull him from his work and settle him down in ace’s own cot, both pressed close together to stave off the night’s chill. Some nights sabo will let ace pull one of his sleep shirts down over sabo’s head and tries not to bask in the similar sensation of a thousand different lifetimes as he huddles into the soft material. 

Ace knows sabo likes his personal space, so he doesn’t encroach on sabo’s room, nor does he ask sabo to move his current task to ace’s own room. But sometimes, he’ll find himself perched on the edge of sabo’s cot, legs swinging as he quietly bemoans how much longer sabo is going to leave him. He’ll recline onto sabo’s comforter and counter sabo’s short refusal with another long-winded lament on his boyfriend leaving him to get cold.

It’s one of these nights that sabo stops and powers down his monitor and sets his spectacles aside and turns to find ace conked out behind him. While it’s easy enough to rouse ace, it’s hard to resist temptation when ace opens both arms for sabo to fall into instead of moving off the cot to lead sabo to his own room. They end up falling asleep on top of the covers with one of the small lamplights left on overnight. 

The combination of ace’s room being empty when someone comes looking and a light being visible under sabo’s door has an unanswered knock lead to a fellow scientist peeking into sabo’s room to see the two nestled together. (and the only indication to being discovered is a comment about conserving power made that next morning that sabo takes as someone noticing the light he’d left on instead of what ace clocks it as - the two being discovered.)

The only time it becomes obvious that they’ve been found out by a majority of camp is a rare moment when a digital camera is produced and a point is made by the photographer to center in on ace and sabo sat side by side on a couch in the main room and (“say cheese!” ot equivalent). Sabo looks toward the lens in question, not quite caught up in the hubbub like everyone else present, but ace throws an arm around sabo’s shoulders and grins wide, maybe flashes a peace with his other hand that appeases the photographer of the hour. When sabo looks confused by ace’s hold, ace leans close to whisper in sabo’s ear (in german) that they’ve been found out.

Sabo looks rightfully flustered by this, but ace takes it in stride, refusing to release his arm from around sabo, and then having the audacity to grin big and bright when sabo faces him with face just a bit flushed that it’s noticeable, and then another click of the camera draws their attention away, and taken further still when the room erupts into raucous applause with everyone’s eyes on the two of them. 

Everyone is polite about the whole affair, no vulgar jokes or innuendos are made or anything, but it is obvious that the jig is up concerning the two of them and their relationship. Sabo spends the evening with his face covered by both hands, buried in ace’s sharply-defined lats, or nay-high in another glass of champagne from the bottle that’d been smuggled aboard. He becomes more and more mute the longer the night goes on. At the end of it all, the designated photographer calls for attention and asks what the celebration was for, of which only ace has the answer: that same person’s birthday is that day. Sabo is surprised ace remembered such a mundane fact but keeps it to himself.

When asked, ace admits he’d known because said researcher’s passcode to some impt shared machine is their 8-digit date of birth, but after being ragged on, ace names off everyone’s birthdays in turn, surprising them all that he’d bothered to remember. It’s also, to note, the first time any of them learn sabo’s birthday, and that it’d been the same day off he and ace had spend together earlier in the year, at the end of summer.

That next morning, since there’s nothing to hide anymore, those that wake up especially early are greeted to the sight of sabo’s glorious bedhead slumped over the kitchen counter as ace busies himself fixing up a personal hangover cure with what ingredients they had available. Sabo had been on (delivery) duty that week and had been roused unwillingly from bed at an ungodly time of the morning to oversee their shipment of fish being delivered while ace played chaperone. It’s the very first time any of them see sabo in his nightclothes, and probably the only time ever they can claim sabo as “cute”, or his behavior anyway - the sole way he relies on ace but also the way he pouts and how he remains only half-awake with the excuse of his head pounding. His german is so sluggish that no one but ace has any chance of parsing what he’s saying, but before the sun is up too high, ace has fixed sabo’s headache and ushered him back to his room to get ready for the day. The late-risers miss the event entirely, and ace swears those present to secrecy to keep sabo’s dignity intact.

This of course ends in some grandiose way where ace’s time on the continent runs out and he’s set to return home and put his results to use. He stays up late making silly plans with sabo to move somewhere the two have never been to before and work remote, hinged on the notion that their norwegian coworker originated from greenland, and the one from sri lanka is sponsored by and works in tandem with an indian facility. They know in the long run that it’s all far-off fantasies and well-wishes born from their limited time left together.

But then sabo gets an offer. He’s working in a remote multinational camp while reporting all his results to a year-round german station, and it just so happens that one of the station’s new on-boards is interested in sabo’s (area of continent). Sabo has a chance to trade posts with another german scientist, and he jumps on the opportunity. It takes a bit for the transfer to be approved, and in that time, sabo manages to secure a summer-only position that will ensure he’s off-site april through september. 

This is the best he can do on short notice, but it’s enough for now. He can transition until he’s out of antarctica permanently, eventually, but to do that he’ll have to figure out what exactly he wants to do after he leaves. Something he hasn’t bothered to parse his thoughts about, apart from late-night nonsensical talks with ace. Talks that suddenly seem more in reach now more than ever.

At the main station, sabo gets limited access to slow wifi and manages to talk with ace over video call twice. They make plans for sabo to come to australia on ace’s visa while ace is still finalizing the last of his research and transfer to a japanese company. They don’t have to stay in japan, but if they get married in australia (which will ensure the union is recognized in japan), it’ll be easier for sabo to gain citizenship from a spousal visa than it will from a work-related one. 

All of this is hashed out over two limited conversations, with promise that the details can be sorted out in person. Before the last call ends, sabo engrains in his mind ace’s smiling face, waving hands, wishing sabo well and safe travels. He finishes his summer term at the station with enthusiasm and says goodbye to antarctica for a short while after many years of residency without once leaving the surface.

He talks with ace over the phone just before his plane in germany leaves. It’s a long flight with a brief layover, and sabo is too preoccupied finding his next terminal to touch base with ace again. After over half a day, sabo lands at an airport almost dead on his feet even with the nap he got in earlier while among the clouds. He has a travel visa on his person that he’s expected to get changed to a spousal visa as soon as ace was able to book them, but he’s never given the opportunity.

The airport is full of activity as usual, but those not buried in their own world are focused on the same news feed playing over every other screen in sabo’s wing of the building. The focus is a developing story on a certain research facility that caught fire early in the morning. Sabo stops to observe right as a list of the deceased covers the screen. To him, ace’s photo is front and center, almost laughably so.

And so, once more, ace is destined to die while sabo can do nothing to prevent it. Fated for the worst of outcomes, lifetime after lifetime after lifetime. And then the story works backwards, showing glimpses of sabo’s life with ace, each preceding the next, all up until a certain encounter in the jungles of a small island in the east blue. Some lives, sabo will know everything. Then there are lives where he’s blessed to be ignorant up until the very end. Sometimes all he will know is ace, and other times all he’ll have is the faint idea of ace, an impression that only makes itself known when ace presents himself. Sabo never can decide if it’s reincarnation or some twisted form of immortality: All he knows for sure is that the universe will never, ever let him keep ace for long.

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

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song first:

I am still stuck in my creative drought but at least I have a little bit of writing. Working slowly but surely on my cod prequel fic, so here's a bit from chapter 13. In this installment of WIP Wednesday, enjoy two assholes trapped in a helicopter suffering with awkward sexual tension aka just another work day for Price and Rory:

“You know Arabic, yeah? Fluent, I hope.”

“Yes.” She crossed her arms over her chest and adjusted her position in her seat, a grin curling the corner of her lips. “Perhaps this time I can have you saying derogatory things without your prior knowledge.”

Giving a low chuckle, he brought the cigar to his lips and took a long drag. “Now that would make things interestin’, wouldn’t it?” The smoke streamed past his lips, the orange glow burning in his eyes through the shade of his cap. “I’d prefer if we didn’t start any international incidents ‘cause you had to be a smart ass though.”

Huffing out a laugh, she pressed her head back against the rest behind her. “Fair enough. It’ll be easier just letting you blunder the pronunciation anyway.”

His brow lifted, giving her a sideways glance without turning his head, keeping her in his periphery. “You gonna keep causing me headaches?”

“No, I just think we need to agree that while Russia was where your strength lies, we’re heading into mine.”

Sucking on his cigar hanging in a clenched jaw, his brow furrowed. “You do remember I’ve fought over there myself, yeah?”

“But you didn’t spend your entire career there like me. Unless you’ve eaten goat by a fire while swapping stories with village elders in their native language, I suggest you take at least some of my judgment on things seriously. Or is it because I’m a subordinate that it’s not good enough for you?”

“S’pose it’s ‘cause you’ve slept with me,” he muttered under his breath, his face remaining serious until it cracked, giving her a teasing smirk.

Unable to help but giggle at the implication, Rory bit her lip to stifle it from growing into a full on laugh. “Okay,” she said, nodding slowly. “I see how we’re playing now.”

Price barked out a chuckle at her reaction, smugly shifting back into his seat.

“Fucking hell, you’ve become quite the comedian with me.” Her voice dropped so only he could hear it. “You get one little kiss and now all of a sudden the stoic soldier routine fades away, eh?”

“It was more than a little kiss –” He whispered as he leaned down towards her, looking up through his brow. 

They were inches from each other, eyes locked on one another. Invading her personal space, trying to remain the dominant force, Price waited there as if he were expecting her to make a move despite being strapped into a moving military vehicle. The smoke coiled around her, his breath fanning against her face. Did he really think she would just break regulation like that? She cocked her brow and sighed, pulling out her pack of cigarettes from her tactical pants and tapped the corner of it against her thigh. “I said I just wanted to work, not be a distraction.”

“You’re not.” His words came out bluntly, his features cold once more, gaze unfeeling, unreadable. Shifting back into his seat, he crossed his arms and mirrored her position beside him. Mouth drawn tight, he bit down on the cigar he'd placed between his lips, smoke billowing from his nostrils.

“Oh, I’m not?”

“No.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s not. You and I have both been through the same training. A little flirting – any feelings we might have – they aren’t getting in the way of the mission.”

“Sure about that?”

“You do know you’re not the only woman I’ve ever worked with, yeah?”

She hummed, unconvinced. “Did you sleep with the others too?”

He growled softly, mumbling around his cigar, “Touche.”

“That’s what I thought,” she said confidently, slipping a cigarette out from the pack in her hand and placing it to her lips.

“I’m a professional, Sergeant. So are you,” he grumbled, “Stop trying your damn luck with me.”

The cigarette sat between her lips as she gave him a little salute with two fingers against her forehead, the lighter still held in her hand. 

“You’re trouble, goddammit.” He shook his head and settled back in his seat, gripping the shoulders of his vest once more with a heavy sigh.

Her voice was muffled as she spoke around her cigarette bouncing on its perch upon her lip. “Bet you’re really regretting Laswell’s choice now, eh?”

“Not unless you give me a reason to, darlin’,” he said, nose scrunching with annoyance. “Don’t test my bloody patience.”

Taking a drag of her cigarette, she couldn’t help but want to keep picking at him. He had tried to make her feel small a moment ago, reminding her of her weakness, of how she apparently needed him according to his evaluation. “Did you think I was suddenly going to fawn over you because you actually admitted to having feelings for me, Price?”

The little tic of his tightening tendons in his jaw was plain as day, she was playing with fire and she knew it. If there was any way to describe the Captain it was a persistent pursuit predator – of course the way he worked would bleed into his life. The man wouldn’t know romance if it bit him in the arse, wooing certainly wasn’t his style. She already expected him to keep trying to wear her down until she would eventually give in, say yes, and he would get what he wanted. Perhaps what they both wanted…but she wasn’t able to quite so readily admit that yet. 

“Would’ve been nice if you made it easy for me.”

“You’re a special forces captain, you like the challenge.”

Price brought a hand to her upper thigh, his long fingers clenching around the meat of her,  squeezing tight. “Goddamn right I do,” he said with a low chuckle.

[6hiqui]

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[ CHIQUI ] ⠀ ━━━ ⠀ ❝ i will never be a poem , beautifully written and composed i will never be a song , remembered and euphonious i will never be a novel , coherent and captivating i will forever be the unwritten thought the half finished story the long forgotten melodies breezing within the wind. ❞

upon the decision of including yoon mirae in bangtan sonyeondan , last minute occasions had ridden her unable to join her friends. though , she had quite a few impeccable trainees within a camp she hosted , which is where they deliberately and intricately picked out the one and only CHIQUI. if not for the tedious eye of kim namjoon , the girl would still be a host on her mothers variety show.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❝ crack baby , you don't know what you want but you know that you had it once and you know that you want it back. ❞

LEVEL ⠀ 001 ⠀ ━ ⠀ BASICS

LEGAL  NAME  ⸻   ⠀⠀yálitza ysaírie dimítri [ 얄리차 ]

STAGE  NAME  ⸻   ⠀⠀chiqui [ 치키 ]

ENGLISH  NAME  ⸻   ⠀⠀jasmine daviss kyung

NICKNAME[S]  ⸻

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i ━━ chichi ; when jimin found out about the meaning behind yálitza's stage name , he found it ironic considering the fact she's probably the tallest in the group , competing with namjoon. after repeating the name in his head a few times , he randomly thought of " chichi " and always says it in a singing voice whenever he feels like bothering yálitza.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ii ━━ quiqui ; to both annoy yálitza , and also copy jimin , taehyung came up with the nickname " quiqui " after hearing jimin sing " chichi " all day. at first , yálitza would chase the boys around their dorm for it , but over the years she grew too lazy to care , so she embraces it.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀iii ━━ yáli ; when yálitza first debuted , namjoon over heard her mother call her " yáli " and he thought she said " cali " so he would call her that as a joke. at first , yálitza was confused but dealt with it because he was her senior , until she randomly questioned him one day , asking why he calls her that. when he said why , the girl laughed at him before saying " you mean yáli? ". namjoon was embarrassed but continued calling her it out of habit and yálitza just dealt with it , finding the nickname cute now.

AGE  ⸻   ⠀⠀ 25 [ kor ] ⠀ & ⠀ 24 [ int ]

BIRTHDAY  ⸻   ⠀⠀ october 31st , 1999

ZODIAC  ⸻   ⠀⠀ scorpio

CHINESE ZODIAC  ⸻   ⠀⠀ rabbit

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ╰── the luckiest of all signs in the chinese calendar. the rabbit is talented and articulate , affectionate yet shy. this clever sign of the chinese zodiac seeks peace throughout life. the jade rabbit is a main character in the story of the mid—autumn moon festival. compatible with the sheep or the pig but the opposite sign to the chicken.

NATIONALITY  ⸻   ⠀⠀ puerto rican ⠀ [ american ]

ETHNICITY  ⸻   ⠀⠀ asian—hispanic

SEXUAL ORIENTATION  ⸻   ⠀⠀ lesbian

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION  ⸻   ⠀⠀ homoromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS  ⸻   ⠀⠀ dating [ since '20 ]

BIRTH PLACE  ⸻   ⠀⠀ san juan , puerto rico

HOMETOWN  ⸻   ⠀⠀ trujillo alto , puerto rico

CURRENT RESIDENCY  ⸻   ⠀⠀ seoul , south korea

OCCUPATION[S]  ⸻   ⠀⠀ idol , singer , rapper , dancer , actress , model , television personality , choreographer, and translator.

LANGUAGE[S]  ⸻

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i ━━ spanish ; [ 100% , puerto rican dialect ] ⠀ first , semi—native language. spoken since birth and holds a thick , heavy , accent when speaking english due to such.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ii ━━ arawak ; [ 90% , borícua dialect ] ⠀ second , actual native language. learned from nearby tribes within the mountains of trujillo. still not fully fluent , though close.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀iii ━━ english ; [ 89% , new york dialect ] ⠀ third , learned after moving to the states at a young age. sometimes a bit tricky , but still learned fast enough.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀iv ━━ korean ; [ 88% , busan dialect ] ⠀ fourth , learned when she moved to south korea at an early-enough age , it’s a bit more irritating to learn than english , however.

LEVEL ⠀ 002 ⠀ ━ ⠀ PHYSICALITY

HEIGHT  ⸻   ⠀⠀ 188 cm [ 6'2" ]

WEIGHT  ⸻   ⠀⠀ 68 kgs [ 150 lbs ]

BLOOD TYPE  ⸻   ⠀⠀ o positive

PIERCINGS  ⸻   ⠀⠀ septum , nostril , angel bites , double helix [ left + right ] , orbital [ left + right ]

TATTOOS  ⸻   ⠀⠀ sleeve [ left ] , back , trampstamp

FACE CLAIM  ⸻   ⠀⠀ bebé yana [ yoon hayana ]

VOCAL CLAIM  ⸻   ⠀⠀ siyeon [ dreamcatcher ]

RAP CLAIM  ⸻   ⠀⠀ doechii [ jaylah ji'mya hickmon ]

DANCE CLAIM  ⸻   ⠀⠀ audrey [ audrey partlow ]

SPEAKING CLAIM  ⸻   ⠀⠀ ft.gio [ giovanna ramos ]

LEVEL ⠀ 003 ⠀ ━ ⠀ CAREER

STAGE NAME  ⸻   ⠀ chiqui [ 치키 , 2013 ━ present ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ╰── in spanish , chiqui means " short/small " and is often used as a nickname for small children. as a kid , yálitza was fairly small for her age , the girl only being the size of her mother's hand when she was born ( exaggerated ). growing up , " chiqui " became a common nickname within her family because no one thought she'd grow past 5'2 like her mother , despite her father being 6'5. however , when the girl got into middle school she began to grow an an absurd rate , her clothes being too small for her every other week. by the time she graduated she was 6'0 , and now as she's 25 , she's 6'2. yet , her family kept the nickname as it seemed ironic now , so yálitza used it as her stage name.

COMPANY  ⸻   ⠀⠀ bighit labels ( HYBE )

YEARS ACTIVE  ⸻   ⠀⠀ 2013 — present

GROUP  ⸻   ⠀⠀ bangtan sonyeondan [ bts ]

POSITION[S]  ⸻   ⠀⠀ rapper , dancer , vocalist , & center / face of group. ⠀ bonus ; translator.

TRAINING PERIOD  ⸻   ⠀⠀10 years [ 2004 — 2013 ]

DEBUT DATE  ⸻   ⠀⠀ october 1 , 2013

DEBUT AGE  ⸻   ⠀⠀ 14 [ kor ] ⠀ & ⠀ 13 [ int ]

SOLO DEBUT DATE  ⸻   ⠀⠀ march 4 , 2014

ESTIMATED NET WORTH  ⸻   ⠀⠀ $105 million usd

SIGNATURE  ⸻

ENDORSEMENTS  ⸻   ⠀⠀ coach ( 2019 — present ). gucci ( 2021 — present ). victoria secrets ( 2021 — present ). glossier ( 2018 — present ). kate spade ( 2017 — present ). WNBA ( 2015 — present).

REPRESENTATIVES  ⸻   ⠀⠀ 🐇. 🪶. 🐚

SOLO FANDOM NAME  ⸻   ⠀⠀ corals

TWITTER  ⸻   ⠀⠀ bts_twt ⠀ chichii

INTAGRAM  ⸻   ⠀⠀ bts.bighitoffical ⠀ quiiqui

TIKTOK  ⸻   ⠀⠀ bts_official_bighit ⠀ yalitrii

LEVEL ⠀ 004 ⠀ ━ ⠀ PERSONAL

MBTI  ⸻   ⠀⠀ infp

POSITIVE TRAITS  ⸻   ⠀⠀ introverted. creative. idealistic. quiet. open minded. imaginative. reflective.

NEGATIVE TRAITS  ⸻   ⠀⠀ isolation. self-sabotage. perfectionist. procrastinator. unfocused. easy burnout.

LIKES  ⸻   ⠀⠀ her cats [ mainecoon ]. her dog [ dachshund ]. anime. manga. manhwas. comics. novels. fashion. shopping. korean barbecue. japanese street food. producing. basketball. volleyball. soccer. visiting her island. cooking. performing. reptiles.

DISLIKES  ⸻   ⠀⠀ broccoli. sushi. men [ /j ]. misogynists. terfs. white feminists. white people [ /hj ]. zionists. pro-israelis. megan thee stallion haters. spiders. green tea. meditating. alcohol. being late. the feeling of unproductive. mosquitos. crickets.

HOBBIES  ⸻   ⠀⠀ watching anime. reading mangas. using twitter as like a journal for every little thing. writing. drawing. reading. playing the drums or electric guitar. basketball. football. volleyball. soccer. baseball. live streaming her gameplays.

HABBITS  ⸻   ⠀⠀ swearing in spanish , arawak , or english. making random noises. dozing off. getting really jittery when overstimulated. cracking her knuckles. hitting people when laughing. twirling her hair.

INDUSTRY FRIENDS  ⸻   ⠀⠀ all of e’last. all of new jeans. megan thee stallion soloist. beomhan soloist. all of itzy. all of kep1er. all of KARD. all of txt. flo milli soloist. monaleo soloist. glorilla soloist. joji soloist. kali uchis soloist. all of p1harmony. all of black swan. kitty chicha actress. jenna ortega actress. melissa barrera actress. bad bunny soloist. all of xdinary heroes. all of KATSEYE. mitski soloist. all of riize. all of boynextdoor. all of zerobaseone. all of 2NE1. taemin of shinee. all of aespa. all of XG. lisa of blackpink.

KNOWN FOR  ⸻   ⠀⠀ debuting in a predominantly male group. being the face of the biggest kpop group. admitting her nepotism on live television. blunt personality. calling hybe and bighit out on their bullshit. being a feminist & misandrist [ joke ]. being an activist. getting arrested for protests. assaulting paparazzi on multiple occasions for harassment of her members. being protective over jungkook since they grew up together. being on multiple variety shows , including her mothers. being 4th and 5th gen’s mentor. always going live on her instagram. hosting free fan meets in puerto rico. throwing " girls night parties " with a bunch of female idols every month. having instagram for her pets.

FAMILY MEMBERS  ⸻

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀mother : annálysse dimítri — kyung ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : july 4 , 1969 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 55 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : carolina , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : taíno ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : variety show host / ex-ufc boxing trainer ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : seoul , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : married [ since 1985 ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀father : dimítri — kyung dawei ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : february 14 , 1972 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 52 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : busan , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : architect / ex-ufc boxing trainer ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : seoul , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : married [ since 1985 ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀brother : dimítri — kyung chan ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : december 31 , 1989 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 35 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : busan , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian—hispanic ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : kindergarten teacher ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : busan , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : married [ since 2014 ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀brother : dimítri — kyung devin ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : november 15 , 1990 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 34 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : san juan , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian—hispanic ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : ufc boxer ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : seoul , south korea ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : single

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀brother : dimítri — kyung liko ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : june 9 , 1992 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 32 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : san juan , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian—hispanic ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : clothing brand ceo ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : tokyo , japan ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : single

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀brother : dimítri — kyung haneul ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : october 21 , 1993 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 31 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : san juan , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian—hispanic ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : graphic designer for " estrella pop " ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : trujillo alto , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : married [ since 2017 ]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀brother : dimítri — kyung sungjin ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birthdate : october 31 , 1994 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀age : 30 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀birth place : san juan , puerto rico ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ethnicity : asian—hispanic ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀occupation : a-list western actor ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀residence : new york , united states ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀relationship status : single

[whateveryouiguess]

in the wee, small hours of the morning.

Miguel O’ Hara x Fem Reader

Summary: Miguel invites his girl to his early morning run. you can guess how that worked out for him.

Warnings: none! fluffy and fun, im not fluent in spanish but i’m getting there, native speakers u r 100% invited to critique me !! lmk what u think :)

if the sun wasn’t up, then neither was she.

few things got in between the girl and her beauty sleep. the grinding cacophony of the blender as miguel made his pre workout smoothie wasn’t enough to shake her from her sleep, but the absence of his warmth beside her in bed did cause her to stir. wiping the sleep from her eyes, her blurry vision took in the looming shadow of his broad shoulders, casted by the lamp on the nightstand beside her. the sight of his muscular back was enough to keep her awake as she sat up in bed, watching him get changed into his favorite dry fit high neck shirt.

“were you gonna say good morning?” his still raspy voice cut the cozy silence between them. “or just sit and stare at me, like a pervert?” he turns to face her with a half smile as he pulls his sweatpants on, hands on his hips.

she smiles and leans forward in the bed. “i was waiting for you to finish, actually. i didn’t wanna interrupt.”

“is that so?” he quirks an eyebrow, making his way towards the bed. she stretches her arms out and wraps them around his trim waist as he leans in for a kiss.

“mhmm.” she pulls him against her and hugs around his middle as he places kisses on her hairline. “you get dressed in a very particular way, it’s a process that can’t be disturbed. an art, some might even say.”

“who?” he laughs gently and sits beside her in the bed, pulling on his compression socks. he wraps a heavy arm around her waist and she lets her hands fall on the shoulders she’d just been admiring. his head seeks the crook of her neck like his brain is on cruise control and his lips freckle all their favorite spots, her fingers carding through his hair. “come with me.” he suggests before stamping a kiss below her ear, pulling away when she snorts out a laugh.

“you’re kidding.” a kiss on her cheek, the corner of her lips.

“nope.” he chimes.

“where, on your five am run?” she brushes a loose curl behind his ear, cocking an eyebrow with a smile. “now, you and i both know that would not end well.” he rolls his eyes and kisses her again, sitting up.

“well, you said you wanted to work out more! i was just putting it out there.” he gestures with a dramatic hand as he defends himself. she can’t help but laugh in response, to the chagrin of a very unamused miguel.

“yes, i do,” she kisses him back, only teasing him a little bit. “but inducing cardiac arrest at the asscrack of dawn isn’t exactly my idea of working out.” he wants to tuck his tail and pretend to be upset, but he can’t help but snicker at her dramatics. accepting defeat, he returns to the task of kissing, moving his arm from her waist to hold her hand and kiss down her arm.

“dios mío, querida.” he laughs out, warm breath trailing down the skin of her bicep, tickling the crook of her elbow. “cómo se dice hoity-toity?”

“oh, shut up!” she barks out a laugh and tickles at his armpit, coaxing him off of her. she gives him a gentle push as he stands. “you little shit.”

he returns the shove with a very gentle push against her shoulder, to which she dramatically flops over in the bed, folding herself in half at the waist and remaining still, poking out her tongue to seal the deal. with another dramatic eye-roll, he leans down to brush the strewn about hairs out of her eyes and kiss her on the cheek. she doesn’t kiss back, fully committed to the bit. “be back soon.” he slips his tennis shoes on and slides his cellphone into the pocket of his nike sweatpants, being sure to throw a blanket over the very dramatic, very awake, angel in his bed. “i’ll be sure to have LOTS of fun without you!” she snorts at that but stays still, only humming in reply. he stops himself at the door to watch her readjust her position, curling the bedsheets up over her neck and smelling them unashamedly, smiling at the scent of him.

maybe she didn’t wanna run with him today, but she would certainly be running circles in his mind as soon as he walked out the door.

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i liked writing this one 🤭

[fernwebs]

TF2 OC Infodump... About this silly guy

Minion's relationships with the mercs

Engineer - Engie is like one of the only people that can understand him (literally not emotionally) because of his thick ass accent. Minion likes to talk to him. Minion yaps to him a LOT, about almost everything.

Medic - Minion WILL find any way possible to be the one to deliver Medics orders personally. He also likes to include extra organs in almost every shipment. Minion makes his feelings towards Medic very obvious, but Medic continues to play dumb to keep getting those extra organs. Minions bird is the cause of at least 3 archimedes going missing.

Spy - Spy has photo evidence of Minion doing weird shit (staring at medics ass or smth idk). Minion is VERY aware of this and gets very nervous when hes doing anything at all because hes afraid that Spy is taking a picture of him.

Soldier -  Soldier is one of Minion's best friends, but Minion is scared that Soldier will grab him. Because he did, once. Minion got accused of not being faithful to America.

Sniper - Minion thinks he's weird because of the jarate thing. Hes scared that Sniper will throw jarate at him. Theyre probably buddies though, because they are both from places that have like weird animals, and they'd probably talk about that.

Scout - Theyre probably buddies because they both are falling for someone who barely likes them back. They encourage eachother. They're also relatively around the same age.

Demoman - Demoman is one of Minion's best friends along with Soldier. They'd also be drinking buddies, maybe not too often but they would. Minion gets really emotional when hes drunk, so he'd probably overshare to Demoman.

Heavy- I think theyre only acquaintances because they both cant quite understand each other (considering they both dont speak fluent english, and their native languages are different) BUT i think if they ever hung out they would cook for each other / bond over food.

Pyro - He probably hangs out a lot with Pyro because of Louise, he draws with Pyro when hanging out with them and Louise.

Bonus: Miss Pauling - I think he respects her a lot as a person and thinks she's cool. He probably tries to convince her just a little bit that scout is cool.

Louise - They are literally the father daughter duo EVER!! minion loves louise as a daughter so much and he cares so much he would take a bullet for her.

Eddy - Even though they might argue or have their differences sometimes, Eddy is always Minion's best friend. Minion truly appreciates Eddy and is grateful that Eddy is in his life.

Smissmass Presents

Spy - Lint, like he WRAPS IT to make it look like an extravagant cool gift but he actualy needle felted to lint to make it into a middle finger

Soldier - a tabo becuz he heard that soldier like bucket

Medic - he would buy him like 8 presents and make him custom advent calendar but its just pics of him and its the same picture each time for 12 days

Demoman - probably a nice bottle of wine or a case of his favorite alcohol

Scout - shitty art supplies because Scouf draws a lot, minion thinks those are the best art supplies in the world

Heavy - He would try to make a sandwich but with hawaiian rolls

Engineer - a book on how to learn tagalog

Pyro - 200 pack of jumbo crayons

Sniper - something very australian related

Bonus: Miss Pauling - A world globe you color in places for everywhere you've been.

Louise - Literally ANY toy besides a puzzle because he knows shes sick of if

Eddy - joke gifts like a mug or t-shirt that says something retarded, but if a real gift he'd buy something that was on eddys wishlist or something

on the bonus ones.. Louise and Eddy are my friend's OCs

@ilikesimsfour

thanks for reading chat!!

[skz-june]

[ june’s profile ]

[ basics ]

stage name: june

english name: june seo

korean name: seo jun-ha

nicknames: ju-ju, junebug, buggie

birth date: 20 February 2000

zodiac sign: pisces

birth place: bloomington, illinois

nationality: american

ethnicity: korean

languages: english (native), korean (fluent), spanish (conversational), japanese (conversational)

mbti: infj

[ physical ]

height: 5’8

eye color: brown

natural hair color: black

modifications: five piercings and three tattoos

notable features: a mole/freckle on the right side of her nose, big eyes, and long arms and legs

[ claims ]

face claim: LOONA’s Hyunjin

vocal/rap claim: (G)I-DLE’s Yuqi

dance claim: Everglow’s Mia

[ career ]

positions in stray kids: main vocalist, sub rapper, lead dancer

unit in stray kids: vocalracha

group debut: 25 March 2018

representative emoji(s): 🦉 🐛 🐞

solo fandom: junies, summers, buggies

skzoo character: JUNEOWL

[ statistics ]

vocals: 10/10

rap: 8/10

dance: 6/10

directing: 8/10

writing: 9/10

acting: 9/10

[ trivia ]

is a member of “meowracha” and considered a cat for her skzoo animal

compared to a cat mostly for her frequent “cat naps”. there are many talker episodes where you can see june in the background curled up on a random surface sleeping

her and felix make up “tweetracha” as both of their skzoo characters are birds

is known to have a bit of an rbf (more of her just having no control over her facial expressions and making weird faces 24/7 without realizing it) and so during kingdom: legendary war, when reacting to other group’s performances, she would cover her face/mouth so it wouldn’t look like she was judging other’s performances

during their noeasy comeback began taking more creative control: writing lyrics, helping with concepts, and even a bit of directing!

most of the members have only seen her cry once; when lee know was eliminated in the survival show

her skzoo animal being an owl is due to her: 1. big eyes, han once said, “they’re not big in a cute and innocent way but like she can see into my soul” (this promptly got him hit with a shoe and june yelling at him for implying she isn’t cute), 2. she often “perches” on the other members shoulders, her chin resting there as she is “too tired to hold her head up”, and 3. cracks her neck and looks like an owl turning its head all the way around

(in interviews used to be asked if she was the “mom” of the group, which would make her and chan burst out laughing as she is 100% a trouble child of his)

[the-mountain-flower]

The Exiled and The Outcast

Chapter Two: Try The Gray Stuff, It’s Delicious

Before anything else, Dainix learned three things from the library:

One: it was even more weathered by time than it initially appeared. Only about half of the shelf labels were legible, and several of the ladders were indeed not suited for use. One of the seemingly-sturdy ones had broken under his feet, from which he barely managed to land without injuring himself on the severed wooden bits that littered the floor afterward. They were all connected to the top of their respective shelve, connected with small wheels that allowed for easier access to different areas when already climbing. Dainix’s couldn’t exactly move a functioning ladder away from its connected shelf, so he would have to improvise reaching some of the harder spots. Worse, some of the books were in bad shape as well, a few feeling like they might turn to dust under his fingers.

Two: that he didn’t have to worry about the reading itself being difficult. He wasn’t so much worried about doing so in his second language- he’d grown up fluent in his native Rauan language as well as understanding the more common one spoken across the nearby continents- as he was about linguistic drift over time. Some of these volumes looked older than the castle itself, and he was concerned that it would cause them to be written in a way that ran the risk of misinterpreting something important. From what he found on the first day, that didn’t seem to be too much of a problem, thank gods.

Three: he learned what splinters felt like. Also that they could be difficult to pull out if small enough. That was one thing he would have been fine without knowing.

Dainix looked out the window, where the sun was almost done setting, painting the sky in swathes of orange and pink. He wasn’t able to get as much done yet as he’d hoped, the new setting and the fading materials making it difficult to start out. Still, he didn’t know where any candles might be if he intended to continue searching. He decided to give it a rest for the night, and continue his search the next day.

He rose from the chair in front of the study desk he was borrowing. He gave one last look at the small pile of books he’d placed on top, the beginnings of his best hope of returning home.

As uncomfortable as this place made him, he could definitely see why it could be so loved. It wasn’t hard to imagine the library when it was still in use by its residents, dedicated bookworms in the exact same chair. Maybe if it weren’t for his fire-based worries, and him only being used to verbal storytelling and teaching, he would like this place a lot.

It was surprisingly easy to find somewhere to rest for the night. He’d considered finding somewhere in the nearby village to stay, but it would be more practical if he could temporarily live here, since it was so much closer to the library. He doubted anyone else was using the castle like this anyway.

The sitting room with sofas and a fireplace, not too far from the library, would do just fine.

Dainix took off the cushions of the sofa nearest to the fireplace, so he could start cleaning it enough for him to sleep on. He wished he could disinfect and remove the dust by heat like he would most things back home, but he was pretty sure that trying would burn the entire thing to ashes. Even if wyrmsilk were common outside of the Rauan desert, he doubted that even rich people who owned castles would have all of their furniture made with it. It took a while, but Dainix managed to get it clean enough that he didn’t think he’d get sick sleeping on it.

Luckily for him, there was a pile of chopped wood beside the fireplace, meaning he could use it for cooking.

Dainix wasn’t sure if there was a correct way to arrange firewood before lighting it, but he tried his best to do so in a way that would give the fire room to burn. Like many things during his exile, he’d figure it out as he went.

“Could someone light this for-”

Oh, right.

Dainix was alone.

Dainix had never needed to start a fire on his own. He grew up surrounded by fire mages, meaning there was always someone around that was willing to summon it instead. There had never been a need for him to have his own way to do so, except now.

Dainix sighed. Note to self: obtain firestrikers. He could probably stop by the village sometime and see if he could buy some there, if there weren’t any already here. A cursory search didn’t reveal anything.

He took out a knife from his belt, and picked up a smaller piece of wood with his other hand-

“Ow! Dammit…” Dainix removed another splinter from his finger. He needed to get into the habit of avoiding those. Should’ve brought fingered gloves.

It took him a couple tries, but scraping the blade against the stone wall did create enough spark to light the wood. After placing it in the fireplace, the flame spread well enough to create a steady fire.

“Yes!” Dainix smiled brightly. Even with his recent experiences, the lively flames did bring him some comfort. It didn’t hurt that the feeling of creating a successful flame was fairly new to him, and he was proud of himself for doing it. He didn’t mind relying on others for it anymore, and had long been okay without his own Fire magic, but he had to admit that it did feel good to know he could do it himself if needed. Fire was always going to be an important part of who he was, and so far from home, he hadn’t been able to feel that connection in a while.

At least it’s contained, and there’s no one else around, and this castle is made of stone...

Dainix shook that train of thought from his head. There wasn’t anything around that might trigger a transformation, it was fine.

He took out his pack of trail food he’d brought with him. They were small pieces of packed nutrition, made to be easy to carry on long expeditions, but they could easily altered to make something that tasted good. Dainix had also been given a small pouch of spices for his journey. Apparently, the spices and his wyrmsilk were even more valuable outside of the Rauan Desert than Dainix had thought, as he’d had a couple run-ins with bandits because of it. Chances were, what he carried with him was all he would ever have of it before he return home, if he ever could.

Ideally, he wouldn’t be eating this as his only dinner, but he hadn’t realized just how long he would have to spend in the library. He hadn’t thought to get real food before he came here, a little preoccupied with his search. He could go back into the village tomorrow, and see what he could get there.

Aside from practicality, cooking was something he enjoyed doing. He’d been taught how as a child, and he was really good at it. Gods knew that would be good for him, without much else to bring him comfort.

But whatever food he got during his exile, it… It wouldn’t taste like home.

Dainix worked some seasoning into the bar of trail food, then held it over the fire to heat it up. It was edible without the heat, but tasted best when cooked. After a few minutes, he held a well-toasted piece in his hands, that smelled delicious, and tasted even better.

It was something he’d taken for granted back home. Now, it was one of the few familiar things in such an unfamiliar world.

He wished he was with his friends, the trail food something to eat in the middle of a patrol. The last time they did that, was just after taking down a pack of chimera. Later that day, Dainix had arrived home, then made dinner with his dad. It was done not long after his mom got home. Right now, he would give anything to have dinner with his family again.

Dainix wiped a tear away from his face. He was tired.

He set his gear on the low-rise table in the center of the room, making sure his bags were tightly closed, not wanting to risk any pests that may have taken residence here in absence of any people to devour his food supply.

The couch wasn’t too bad to sleep on, though he’d slept on worse surfaces since leaving the desert, so he was a little biased toward anything soft. The crackling of the fading fire comforted him as his drifted off…

Dainix was awoken by a rustling noise coming from where he’d put his gear down. He bolted upright just in time to catch glimpse of someone retreating into the shadows, the only thing he could identify being the flick of a tail before they disappeared.

Dainix hurriedly rushed to check the open bag on the table. He thought there was no one else here, but was someone trying to rob him again?

To his surprise, none of his gear was taken, not even the weapons or wyrmsilk bags. The only thing that was opened was the pouch of trail food. Not even his seasonings had been touched.

Whoever stole from him wasn’t after anything expensive to sell, they were just hungry.

Dainix looked around the room, and didn’t see anyone. Though, he could swear he caught movement near the door.

“If you need food,” Dainix called out to seemingly nothing, “you can just ask.”

He didn’t expect a response, and didn’t get any.

He shrugged and closed the bag again. “It tastes better cooked.”

Had it been the person he’d met earlier in the castle? It probably was, unless there were any other ferin of the same size and with the same ginger tail here. Guess I’m not alone here after all. But it didn’t seem like they meant any harm. Even if they did, Dainix was a light sleeper, and trusted his own reflexes. Plus, he needed to stay well-rested if he was going to get any work done the next day.

He went back to sleep.

Okay, this stranger was officially weird.

Falst bit into one of the filched bars of food. It didn’t taste bad, though a bit bland. Still, food was food, and Falst wouldn’t dream of passing it up when it was available.

Which was one of the strange things about this newcomer: they apparently didn’t mind sharing. Sure, they could probably get more somewhere else fairly easily, so it wasn’t too odd. But in Falst’s experience, most people were really stingy about it. Specifically when it came to him just trying to get something to eat.

Then there was the fire. Falst had originally identified them as an Ignan, and that was pretty well confirmed after they casually held their hand over the fire for several minutes while their food cooked. Only Ignans had that kind of heat resistance. But Falst had heard that all Ignans were fire mages? This one clearly wasn’t, apparently unable to summon fire like a mage would. They even started asking for someone else to light it, seemingly reflexively.

That could also be shrugged off. Maybe he was wrong and not all Ignans were fire mages. Or this one was, but just couldn’t do it for some other reason.

The biggest question was, why were they staying here? Falst had kept watch in the vicinity of the library, waiting and wishing that this stranger would leave soon so Falst wouldn’t have to hide. He hoped they would find what they were looking for, and leave.

Then, they apparently spent the entire rest of the day there. And when finally getting out, they were just going to stay overnight?

Just leave soon. Falst wished. These questions wouldn’t need to be answered when they were gone.

They wouldn’t stay that long, right?

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Don't worry, Falst. I'm sure he'll be completely out of your life soon ;)

As you can probably tell, I want to emphasize the unfamiliarity and newness of Dainix's situation. As he said in the comic, his exile marks his first trip outside the desert. I can't say I know what exactly what that's like- my family and I moved a lot as a kid & we still travel a lot- but I am *very* familiar with the experience of getting tossed into something entirely new to me and having to adapt quickly.

Remember to drink water, eat food, take your meds (if applicable), and get enough sleep. Love you all, and have a great [insert time here]! <3