#sorry long tags but that's the reason i'm passing the ball along but i know i'll fall eventually

[collegeboysam]

I need u to stop playing with me fr saying u need others to cook assad rpf because i have read all ur 10+ j2 rpf fics for supernatural so what's the holdup for iwtv? YOU do the cooking chef

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I'm sorry my liege! I'll get to it!

[neochan]

GENRE | smut, idolverse!

WARNINGS | smut

WC | 2.6k +

A.N | this is a repost of my older work. i hope you enjoy it <3

You could still hear the unintelligible screaming of thousands of fans as the boys filtered off the stage and into the greenroom. Another successful concert in the long string of tour stops. You couldn’t even remember what state you were in because the days of traveling, unpacking, setting up, and doing it all again the next day ran together.

The boys were dripping sweat, immediately grabbing bottles of water and towels to wipe themselves off. They had worked harder than normal today since during one of the sets the microphone cut out and they had to perform acapella. Someone was getting fired for that.

Taeyong flopped onto the leather couch dominating the center of the room, water in one hand, phone in the other. “People are already uploading photos.” He outstretches his arm so the others could view the pictures pulled up on his screen.

“Johnny you look ridiculous,” you point out, laughing as a fan had caught Johnny in the act of wildly waving his light stick.

“I was having a good time, okay?” He chuckles and walks into the dressing rooms to change out of his stage outfit. Half of the group filtered out to change and half stayed to peruse through the gifts left by venue staff and play on their phones until told otherwise.

You were wondering where Hyuck was when you heard his voice from the hallway. He saunters in and gives you a kiss on the cheek, “Enjoy the show?” His golden skin was tainted pink, hair matted to his forehead by the sweat that was trickling down the side of his face. He grabbed his shirt and lifted it to swipe at his face, revealing his cute tummy. You had to resist the urge to poke it.

“I enjoyed hearing thousands of pretty fans scream your name” You give him a smirk knowing that he hates when you downplay your relationship.

He nudges you with his shoulder, “You know I meant the songs,” his doe eyes look into yours, his long lashes brushing against his cheek when he blinked “Besides, you know I love you and only you.”

Mark began to nervously giggle in the corner while Doyoung made fake gagging noises from the vanity he sat at. “Oh, shut up.” You say, throwing empty water bottles at the two, “And hurry up I wanna go swimming before it gets too late.”

The ride home was peaceful once the swarms of fans cleared a path for the bus. Per the managers request you slouched down in your seat so know one could see you through the window. It didn’t make much sense because the windows were tinted, but Haechan had to argue for his life to allow them to let you tag along on the tour, so you didn’t question them. Once you were on the road, you sat back up and snuggled close to Haechans side. He rested his hand on your thigh, absentmindedly stroking you with his thumb. His head leaned back against the seat, eyes closed, listening to music. It was so loud you could almost make out the words but you didn’t say anything – you let him stay in his post concert utopia for the whole trip.

The hotel was about an hour away from the venue so that no one would find them, and they’d be closer to their next destination. It was nicer than the others because it actually had a pool. You and Haechan made an agreement to go swimming after the concert, and you couldn’t wait. The staff also rented more rooms, so instead of four people to a bed, it was just you and Haechan.

After checking in everyone filtered off to their rooms leaving the both of you to freely do whatever you wanted - within reason of course. You both got changed, your gaze admiring the hard lines of Haechans back. “Don’t stare.” He blushed, wrapping a towel around his upper body.

You pulled on your bikini which made Haechan go silent. You specifically picked this one because it brought out your skin tone well, and cupped your features beautifully. “Now who’s staring?”

It never failed. The butterfly feeling you got in the pit of your stomach when Haechan watched you with loving eyes. You wrapped a towel around your waist, allowing Haechans eyes to roam the tops of your breasts, peeking out from the almost too small bathing suit.

His cheeks turned pink once he noticed he was caught, “Let’s go”.

The hallways were quiet since it was almost midnight, so you wordlessly made your way down the stairs and out into the night air. It had grown considerably cooler than when guys first arrived that morning, but the sky made up for it. Pretty stars pricked the vast expanse of dark blue and black infinity. You could see the moon peaking out from behind a single cloud, casting a shadowed glow on Haechans honey skin.

The gate was closed when you walked up to it so you stopped to read, “Aw man, the pool closed an hour ago,” You set your lips in a pout, “no wonder the lights weren’t on.”

“Hey it’s okay, no lights, no cameras, they probably wont even notice we’re here if we keep quiet.” He moves closer to you, eyebrows raised expectant for an answer.

You hesitated wondering if you really could pull it off, after all you’d been looking forward to this for the whole day, “I don’t wanna get in trouble..”

“You said you wanted to swim and I’m going to make sure that happens,” He gets down on one knee, “step on my leg, I'm gonna help you jump the fence.”

He boots you over, and grabs your arms to help lower you on the other side, but his hand slips and his nails dig into your shoulder. “Ow, fuck.” You wince rubbing the spot he scratched.

“Sorry, sorry” He says giggling, jumping the fence with such quietness and ease that it looked unreal. “Come on, dare you to do a canon ball!?”

He ran ahead throwing his towel on one of the pool chairs and jumping in the water. You cringe away from the loud slap his body hitting the water made. You walk slowly to the chair, deeply inhaling the addictive chlorine scent.

He finally stands up waist deep in the water and pushes his hair back. The blue water reflected against him, making his skin sparkle. “Come into the water y/n” he splashed some water into your general direction, but not enough to touch you.

“Okay, Okay.” You drop the towel and slip into the water. It was cold. Really cold. You gasp and recoil away, but not fast enough, because Haechan has wrapped his arms around you and started carrying you towards the deep end. You struggle a bit in his grip but his arms provide an iron cage that you can’t get out of. “Haechan let me go!”

He presses a warm kiss to the back on your neck but doesn’t comply with your wishes, instead making a curve and bringing you towards the underwater benches. He fixes his hold on you so that now he’s carrying you bridal style. You stare up at him, water droplets falling off his chin. His eyes were already red from the chlorine and you hoped that it cleared up by tomorrow nights concert. His plush lips sat in a pout, strong jaw set. He was so very pretty; and all yours. You smiled to yourself, deciding to keep that image locked away in your memory forever.

Once he gets to the benches he sets you down and glides in beside you. “You know It’s colder than I thought it was going to be.” He lifts a hand and sheepishly rubs the back of heck, “and you look way hotter in that bikini than I thought you would.”

“I don’t know if that’s supposed to be a dig or a compliment.” You scoot closer to him so that your thighs were pressed against each other. Finding his hand underwater, you intertwine your fingers with his own.

“A compliment babe.” He chuckles and slouches in the water so that only his head sat above it. You both sit there for a moment until it becomes too cold to sit still.

“Well I’m going to put it to use and go swim.” You push off from the cement and paddle around. The only way to stay slightly warm was to keep moving. Haechan watched you, eyes crinkled in a smile, bottom lip caught between his teeth. It was fun to watch you play in the water but the bathing suit was making him think of other things you two could be doing.

And that was how it stayed. Haechan watching while you performed for him.

A while had passed, the calm exterior of the pool getting to you, making you drowsy. The cold blue water washed over your hands while you gently skimmed the surface, making your way over to where Haechan was. You hummed a short tune under your breath, trying to keep yourself distracted. it was close to one in the morning now, but Haechan still sat on the bench, slightly shivering from the brisk air, hands gripping his thighs under the water while his mind wandered far away from the present.

“Watcha thinkin’ about” you ask, moving closer to him, hoping to catch some lingering body warmth.

“Fucking you ,” he moved off the seat and dove under the surface, only leaving small ripples in his wake. You stand there for a second wonder how he could be so blunt, so forward in his desires; he was never like this.

He swam a single circle around your body before popping up in front of you, giving you a mini heart attack. He pushes you back against the tiled walls, “I’ve spent the last hour thinking about fucking you. Thinking about how pretty you’d sound.” His head dips down to kiss along your collarbone, and your hands grab the back of neck, holding him there while his tongue sucked bruises into your tender skin. His hands grazed the bare skin of your arms, giving you goosebumps.

He moaned into the side of your neck, biting and sucking away, wanting you to yearn for him like he did for you. He lifted his head so that his mouth hung over yours, his small puffs of breath fanning over your face while he tests the waters. “Can I kiss you?”

Without giving him an answer you pull him closer by the roots of his hair. His kissing was messy and sweet, and while your tongues moved together, his hips began rubbing circles against you, trying to gain some friction in the cool water. Small heavy breaths were the only sound you could hear, aside from the occasional splash as Haechan moved restlessly.

Your hand wandered down his chest and below the surface to where you could feel him straining against his shorts. You began to stroke him over the fabric, his hips pushing against your touch. He broke the kiss to watch as you peeled down the elastic from his hips, his cock freed from the restricting material of his swim shorts. You watched him twitch slightly as the cold water met his length.

“You can’t make any noise.” You place a single finger against his lips.

“No promises.” He whispers, a devilish smirk breaking way on his face. His hands caress you thighs, pushing your bottoms to the side. The cold water hit you, making you gasp and push into Haechan who just whimpers against your touch.

He tried to stay quiet, only soft grunts between gritted teeth and muffled moans as his hips pushed into your own. The water created resistance but it just enhanced how good he was feeling. He hurriedly grabs at your legs, pulling them up so that they sat around his waist. Your back dragged up the tiled walls, scraping your tender skin, but you could only focus on Haechans cock thrusting deeply in and out of you. He stared longingly into your eyes, filling you up completely, wanting to savor the way they fluttered in the back of your head.

“You love the way I fill you up huh?” He groans into your ear, a hand falling forward to grip the cement ledge of the pool.

You couldn’t respond without fear of moaning so you nod your head wildly. He began to bite and suck at your collarbone, pushing you closer to the edge. Looking down he sees your nipples, erect, poking through the wet fabric of your bathing suit. His eyes grow wide, hips stuttering into you. Fuck you were hot.

“Haechannie, I think I’m going to come.” You squeezed your eyes shut trying to focus on the feeling coiling in your stomach.

“Not yet.” He growls, hands moving to pin your wrists against the cement ledge, “Hold it princess, I know you can.” The water began to slosh around faster as Haechan thrusted harder into you. The sound was so loud its no wonder you didn’t hear the keys jangling against the hip of the guard making his way towards you two.

“Hey!,” he shouts running towards you, “The pool is closed! Get out! Are you two-” He didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you and Haechan spring up out of fear and take off. It was easy to push yourself up onto the pool deck. The guard made the mistake of following you two and leaving the gate unattended. You and Haechan ran out, giggling, making your way back into the hotel. You didn’t stop until you got into the room and slammed the door behind you.

With your heart hammering in your chest you lean against the dark cherry wood . “Holy fuck we could’ve gotten in serious trouble.” You gasp out, clutching a hand against your wet bathing suit top.

“Babe we’ll be gone by morning, no one is gonna know.” Haechan paces in front of you trying to catch his breath. His shorts hung dangerously low on his hips, it was miracle he got them up in time.

“We’re so banned from this hotel.” A knock on the door makes you jump away from it, the worst of punishment's filling your mind. What were they going to do? They couldn’t arrest you, could they?

Haechan walks forward and turns the knob slowly, revealing a sleepy Doyoung. His oversized t-shirt hung off one shoulder showing off his gaunt collarbone. He was rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“What do you want Doie?” you ask softly.

“How was getting chased by the guard?” he gives a sleepy chuckle, still half in his dreams.

“How did you-,” A look of realization hits Haechan, “You reported us?” He whined, pushing Doyoungs bare shoulder so that he stumbled back.

“Sound travels over water dumbasses and you guys were loud, I was trying to sleep!” Protesting, he pushes Haechans wet shoulder back.

“Well, now we’re going to be twice as loud.” Haechan slams the door in Doyoungs face and grabs you, throwing you on the bed. You give a squeal, and hear Doyoungs fist hit the door.

“I swear I’ll make a noise complaint.” He sounded more irritated than sleepy now.

“Go ahead, you’re just mad I’m getting laid and you aren't.” You playfully slap Haechans arm, but he nips at your hand. The other side of the door grows silent, Doyoung either going to report you two, or going back to his room defeated.

“Shall we pick up where we left off princess?”

[twiceasfrustrating]

Under the Weather

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationship: Lucifer/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Main Character/Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Leviathan/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Main Character/Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Asmodeus/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Beelzebub/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Belphegor/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Additional Tags: Fluff, sick fic, Poly!MC

Summary: You don't seem to be doing so well. It looks like your boyfriends will need to take care of you.

The first to notice something was wrong with you was actually Levi (Mammon noticed too, but he didn't say anything). Well, he at least noticed you weren't your usual self during anime night. You weren't reacting to the scenes on screen the way you usually would; no cheering or tears or anger. You were just sitting there, staring at the screen with a blank expression on your face. When he asked you what was wrong you told him you were just tired. It wasn't a lie. For some reason, you just felt really exhausted.

"I'm going to bed early. Sorry. I'll be more put together in the morning." You waved goodnight to your boyfriends and headed to your own room, passing out the second you touched your bed. You were so tired you couldn't even be bothered to change your clothes. It was fine. You had another uniform coat you could wear if this one got messed up while you slept.

The next morning, you were late for breakfast. Not a little late, no. You were so late that the meal was almost completely gone and there was no hide or hair of you. Lucifer was quick to lose his composure, a dark aura surrounding him as he stood up and made his way to your room. Satan and Mammon were close behind him, not wanting to risk leaving an angry Lucifer alone with you so early in the morning. Even if you were long past the days of him nearly murdering you he could still be terrifying when he was upset, especially when his power was actually leaking out of him. Thankfully, it was clear he wasn't too angry, since he still bothered to knock at your door. When there was no answer, the three of them didn't hesitate to open it (you must have forgotten to lock it last night).

You didn't stir, even as they began to call your name. Instead, all they found was you lying in a tight ball on your bed, your clothing crinkled from sleeping in them, the blankets tossed onto the ground, and a faint sheen of sweat along your brow. They didn't even notice the way you trembled as the air brushed against you until they got closer.

"Oi! What's wrong?" Mammon practically shouted, immediately understanding that something was very wrong with you.

You could just barely make out that someone was talking to you, causing you to slowly open your eyes. You spoke up with a groan, "Huh?"

Why were all three of them here? Ah! If Lucifer was here it meant you had overslept. You try to sit up, feeling pain in your muscles and your head spinning as you do. Everything is so cold around you, which is strange because you didn't know the Devildom got cold, "Sorry. I'll get ready for class..."

You try to stand, only to feel your legs collapse from under you. Lucifer has his arms under you immediately so you don't crash onto the ground.

"Ha. Sorry. I lost my footing." You try to brush it off.

Satan puts the back of his hand against your forehead, feeling how warm you are. He exchanges a glance with Lucifer, who has already caught onto the situation and is formulating a plan.

"Mammon," Lucifer begins, "Tell Levi that he will have to watch her during his class today. Also, find out who is the first one to finish class today. They will have to get some things before they come back. Satan, see if we have the ingredients to make a vitality brew."

The other two, for once, do not argue with the directions they are given. There is no time to argue, as something is clearly wrong with you and they need to do their part.

You mumble something against Lucifer's chest as he picks you up and cradles you against him. Even you aren't sure what you said, but he seems to understand.

"Rest now, my heart." You don't know what you did to earn his gentleness or that nickname at the moment, but you must have been good to deserve it.

You can only nod as the rest of the world around you drifts off into the darkness.

~~~

The next time you come to, you were covered in so many blankets that you could barely move. Even then, you still felt deathly cold.

Wait... What time was it? Oh no, you were definitely running late for class. If you didn't get up right now, you were sure Lucifer would be angry with you. Actually... Weren't you having a conversation with him recently? You couldn't actually remember...

"Hmm." You groan as you try to sit yourself up, finding the task near impossible.

The small noise you make is enough to catch Levi's attention and distract him from his online classes. He looks over at the bathtub where you are sleeping and sees how you move under the giant mound of blankets, deciding to check in on you and make sure you are still as comfortable as when they put you in this morning.

You stare up past the white sloped walls of the tub to see Levi staring down at you, "Sleep, here, did I?" It was so hard to think straight.

You almost missed the way something cool and scaly brushed against your face as his own twisted with worry. You laughed and nuzzled against the feeling, "Tail," was all you could say. You knew the feeling of it well at this point.

He was using it to check your temperature in his own weird way, feeling how warm you really were. The brew they had given you earlier was giving you energy, but it was doing nothing for your actual fever. They would have to note that for later: potion does not fix human fevers. Though it apparently makes you even more cuddly than usual, as you refuse to let him take his tail from you.

He was almost embarrassed at how happy he was that you would try to cling to him and how much he didn't want you to let go, but you needed to rest so he pulled his tail away. There was a pang in his heart as your face twisted into confused disbelief. Why was he leaving you?

You didn't have the heart in you to protest him leaving, so instead you turned on your side and went back to sleep. You were so tired.

~~~

The next time you wake up is when someone is nudging you awake. You open your groggy eyes, seeing a blurry figure above you withdrawing their hand as you begin to wake up.

"Did you really put her in your bathtub!?" Someone says from somewhere else, like an angry song.

"Where else was I supposed to put her?" That was definitely Levi, "I don't have a bed."

"She has a bed, you know? She was already in it this morning!" That kind of sounded like Asmo, now that you were listening more closely.

The figure above you came more into focus, and you could finally see the violet eyes and dark bangs looking down at you. Belphie looked more tired than you felt (and he almost was thanks to his brothers).

"If you two are going to argue can you at least whisper?" He was in no mood to deal with two children on top of a sick human. Even thinking that having to wake you up was a pain, he gave you a smile, "We brought you some medicine."

You don't question his words as you open your mouth for him.

He just laughs softly as he lifts a vial and takes out the quark, "You need to sit up so you don't choke."

That was easier said than done, given how tired you were and how heavy your limbs were. However, you quickly felt more pairs of hands-on you, helping to lift you up. It seems that Levi and Asmo have stopped arguing long enough to help you out. Belphie places the vial against your lips and tips it in, having you gag almost immediately. It tasted terrible, to the point that you wanted to run away.

You actually did turn your head away, which had Belphie sighing, "You need to take this..."

"Belphie," Asmo speaks up, "she clearly doesn't like it."

"You can tell the others that the potion tastes so bad that she won't drink it." Because he wasn't going to deal with that mess, "Come on. You have to take it so you can get better."

You shake your head, not wanting to taste that garbage again. Medicine was already awful, but this potion was on an entirely different level. It was like fire on your tongue and tasted of pure citric acid.

"Please, Darling? We just want you to get better."

Levi seems to hesitate, but nods in agreement.

The hollow feeling in your stomach at the thought of drinking it only worsens, but you turn back to Belphie and allow him to continue giving it to you.

It really is one of the worst things you have ever tasted.

~~~

Beel and Satan are the ones that help you bathe that night. Being lowered into the water is the first time all day where you feel some kind of relief, the temperature of the water actually feeling like a calming force. Satan made sure to put special medicine in the water for you and Beel was there to make sure you didn't fall asleep in the tub.

"Is this okay?" Beel asks as he runs a cloth across your bare skin to help clean the slick sweat away.

The only sound you made was an approving hum. You were finally lucid enough to respond to others, but you just wanted to sit back and enjoy this.

"Watch what you're doing when you wipe her face." Satan warns, "The medicine shouldn't get in her eyes." Or else it may cause temporary blindness, but he wouldn't say that out loud.

Beel nods as he continues to run the damp cloth over you, lifting your arms out of the water to scrub them properly, "Got it."

They both look down at you with smiles, relieved that you seem to be doing much better, and you return the gesture. You feel a lot better than you did this morning.

"Sorry to say that you missed an exciting day." Satan laughed, "Lucifer actually made a mistake during the council meeting, in front of everyone no less. I don't know if anyone else noticed, but I certainly did." Though for once Satan couldn't blame him. It was clear that he was trying to remain calm while also trying to rush through the meeting.

"Poor Lucifer," you joke, "you aren't going to let him live it down for the next 800 years."

"Didn't you make a mistake too though?" Beel asked, looking up at his older brother.

The fourth-born was taken aback and a faint blush crossed his face, "That was different."

You can only laugh, "I see how it is. Satan has double-standards."

"I told you, the situation was different." Even though it happened because he was trying to think of what he could safely mix together to be an effective medicine for you.

"Mhm." Whatever he says.

~~~

"Ya gotta eat, human." Mammon nearly shouts as he tries to shove a bowl of soup in your direction.

"I'm not hungry." You whine, feeling how your stomach already feels nauseous at the thought of putting something in it.

If you had ever seen him snap into his demon form before, this would have been the moment. But he never did, so instead he just stared at you in disbelief, "Have you eaten at all today?"

At the question, you look away.

"Oi! Give me an answer."

You shake your head, "Noooooo..."

"Then be quiet and be glad that THE Great Mammon is serving ya." He tries to pass you the bowl again and you begrudgingly take it.

"Your bedside manner is terrible." You mumble before bringing the spoon to your mouth. The food tastes terrible but is unmistakably something Mammon made himself. It was strange because you didn't recall him having dinner duty today...

He seems to look at you in anticipation, "Well?"

"It tastes.. interesting." You say just before you take another spoonful, "Thank you..."

Being sick sucked, sure, but at least you had boyfriends that would be sure to take care of you. Hopefully, none of them would get sick taking care of you. After all, taking care of all seven of them at once would be difficult for a lone human.

[allthingskakashi]

• Bells and Balls •

[ Kakashi x Reader ]

Tags : NSFW, Smut

Words : 4.8k

A/n: I wrote over 4k words just to get some dick.

Okay sbsbajash idk I'd been working on this for like a whole week and i couldn't concentrate on anything unless i finished this lmao so here it is whatever, I can't drag this around anymore. Uhhh hope you like it I'm still not very good at writing smut im sorry. This takes place in the post Anbu and pre team 7 era and Kakashi’s a bit of an asshole but you know you still love him. This is also a little similar to my other fic ‘Yearning’ but here you get the s e x and i’m sorry if the characterization is bad, i put more focus on making it hot i guess ok ill shut up now i hope you like it

You give the sheet of paper in your hand one final glance, and look around the room. There’s a long line behind you and you’re surrounded by your fellow jounins, each here to submit their respective lists.

You were extremely happy with the performance of your team and didn’t have to think twice before passing them. You had no doubt that they would make wonderful shinobi. You looked forward to teaching and guiding them, and judging by the chatter around you, most other jounins had passed their teams too.

The trouble, however, remains with Kakashi Hatake.

A few weeks ago, you had all been named squad leaders and put in charge of a squad, and today was your very first day with your assigned teams. As instructed, each of you conducted a test for the genin and depending upon whether they passed or failed, the final list would be announced.

No one till date had ever passed Kakashi Hatake's infamous test, and everyone was sure that no one would this year either. Most genin trembled in fear of him, being aware of his strict methods.

And as it happens, at this moment, this infamous man is right in front you, standing with his back hunched forward as he hands his paper in to the woman behind the desk.

You wait for your turn, your eyes fixating on the red symbol on his vest as you wonder, ruefully, about the fate of the students he must have failed this time.

You take a step forward as he turns around, having submitted his paper, and the line moves up behind you.

Kakashi peeks briefly at your paper as he passes, letting out an audible scoff at the list in your hand before walking on ahead, hands tucked in his pockets.

You’re momentarily confused by this sudden act, but something is already starting to boil up inside you. You aren’t exactly known for being placid, nor for sitting by and allowing people to give you crap. Your eyebrows furrow as you hastily thrust your sheet onto the desk, before making your way to follow after him.

“Do you have a problem?” you call to his back as a few heads turn towards you.

He stops, taking his time turning back to look at you, half lidded eyes looking as indifferent as always.

His demeanour pushes you further to the edge and you take a few steps closer, craning your neck to meet his eyes, waiting for an answer.

“Well?”

He peers down at you unfazed, completely oblivious to the audience around you, as if they are not even there.

“You’re too soft”, he shrugs. “You don’t know how the shinobi world works” he says bluntly, piercing you with his unwavering gaze.

You glare back at him, your mouth twitching with the sled of retorts forming at the back of your tongue.

“Who gave you the right to—"

But he’s already turning away from you, your eyes meeting with the red symbol of his vest once again.

“Hey don’t you fucking walk away from me!” you yell, going forward to stop him, but he saunters on ahead without turning back; his scent lingering in the air as you stand there, watching his figure disappear slowly along the hallway, your fury seething inside you.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

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 “Thank you! This is just what I needed.” you chime, digging into the hot bowl of ramen in front of you, your mouth salivating just at the look of it.

You take a big mouthful, revelling in the immediate burst of flavours on your tongue.

“Mmmm.” You moan, “You’ve outdone yourself, Ayame!”

The young girl smiles at you in delight, proceeding to serve you another helping.

You take another blissful bite, closing your eyes to relish the moment.

The streets are quiet around you except for the faint chirp of crickets, as is expected at this hour of the night. It must be past midnight by now, you’re not exactly sure.

You had been tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep. For some reason, the encounter with Kakashi from earlier today had you feeling bitter and edgy. You hated that he was in your head, you didn’t understand why. It wasn’t like you to be this bothered by some mindless comments from someone. You’d had altercations before, worse ones, but they were never enough to steal away your night’s sleep.

And yet, this time…

You had to do something to take the edge off, ideally punch him in the face, but since that was not the plausible choice, you settled for the next best thing. Going for a run and treating yourself to your favourite comfort food later.  

So here you are now, out at night all by yourself. The Ichiraku shop was still open, bless the lords.

You slurp some of the soup from the bowl and let out a loud smack of your lips.

You can feel your spirits lifting, and you’re glad for it. He wasn’t in your head after all, you were just having a bad day, that’s all.

You shift your focus back to the bowl in front of you, moaning and slurping as you go.

“Whoa there, Get a room.”

The sudden interruption of the familiar voice makes you stop cold.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You look up from your bowl, turning your head around to see none other than Kakashi Hatake, standing smug in all his glory.

The strange pang of bitterness is back in the depths of your stomach and you resist the urge to punch that smug look off his face.

“Ah, if it isn’t Kakashi Hatake, the all-knowing wisenheimer.” you say, your tone snide. “Say, don’t you have somewhere else to be? Some genin to fail?”

He comes around to take a seat on the stool beside you, a smirk evident through his mask, almost as if he’s enjoying this.

“I’ve already failed them” he smiles sweetly at you. “Worked up quite an appetite too.” He says, looking away from you to place his order.

You notice as Ayame notes his order down, the distinct shade of pink that tinges her cheeks as does, before turning away and disappearing into the supplies room at the back of the shop.

Ugh. What is with this guy? Why is it so….

You don’t realise you’re staring at him until he looks back at you, raising a questioning eyebrow. You supress your startlement at being caught, pretending as if you’d meant to be glaring at him.

“What the hell are you even doing out here so late?” you spurt, trying to sound irritated but it comes out sounding almost…concerned?

Thankfully, he doesn’t notice. “I could ask you the same.”

You look away, unwilling to answer. You were out here to get him out of your head, and now here you are, sitting beside him in a ramen shop while the entire village sleeps.

It almost feels like you’re the only two people in the world. The feeling makes something churn inside your stomach.

You dab your mouth with your napkin, before swivelling on the stool to face him. You look at him intently, studying his features. He stares back at you, as if waiting for you to say something.

“Why?” you ask, catching him off guard with it.

“Why what?”

“Why does no one pass your test? What’s so difficult about it?” you ask, gaze fixated on him. You expect him to look uncomfortable but he just shrugs.

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m curious” you reply truthfully, watching him smirk at your answer.  

You hate it when he smirks, how his face looks when he’s being cocky.

Ugh.

He swivels in his chair now, turning his body towards you. “Is that so?”, he says through the smirk, resting his elbow on the counter and leaning in.

You don’t know why, but something about his tone and the way he leans in makes it difficult for you to breathe all of a sudden.

But you’re not one to be fazed.

“Yes” you reply, refusing to let yourself crumple under his gaze. Your voice comes out sounding hoarse, and you clear your throat.

He smirks wider at your reply and stretches the next words out.

“If you’re so curious…Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Your heart thuds like clapper clanging against a bell. You resist the urge to gulp.

Was it this hot when I left the house?

You clear your throat again. “I don’t have the time to take part in your stupid games”

The smirk is adamant on his lips, his gaze unnerving.

He breathes, “Do you not have the time…or do you not have the balls?”

His tone is challenging. Or inviting. Or both, you’re not really sure, you’re not thinking straight anymore.

Your jacket is too hot against your skin, you writhe beneath the thick material.

Sliding off the stool, you walk slowly towards him, erasing the space in between you bit by bit with each step, until your bodies are a few inches away from touching. Your eyes bore into each other’s as if in silent battle. It’s your turn to smirk now.

“Training Grounds in 20 mins” you whisper. Despite the hitch in your breath, your voice is clear. “Don’t be late.”

You walk past him without breaking your gaze, brushing your shoulder against his arm as you walk by, perhaps a little harder than necessary, leaving Kakashi to stare after you.

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You sit on the damp grass with your back against a tree, waiting. Your jacket lies in a puddle beside you.

You count the weapons in your bag, you hadn’t exactly come out prepared for a fight tonight. Two kunai knives, that’s all.

Would that be enough to take down the copy ninja? You hope so. There’s no way you’re letting him win. It’s time someone taught him a lesson and you would love to be that someone. The nerve of him…to actually challenge you.

He really needs to get a life. But then, here you are too…

Why am I here? What am I even doing?

You close your eyes and tilt your head back against the hard bark, your eyebrows furrowing the way they always do when you’re deep in thought.

Back at the shop… the way he spoke…the look in his eyes— God, Stop. Stop it.

Who the fuck cares about the look in his eyes?

Not me.

It’s okay. I’m good.

We’re here to teach this asshole a lesson. An asshole, that’s what he is. Insufferable and stupid and smug and ridiculously ho— horrible. Ridiculously horrible.

You take a deep breath, opening your eyes and standing up so fast that it makes your head dizzy for a brief second. You start walking around, jerking your arms and legs, stretching your neck, even slapping yourself a few times on the face to make yourself focus.

Yes, I need to focus. The lack of sleep is getting to me.

You crouch down to tighten your shoelaces, before getting up and starting some stretching exercises. Gotta loosen the muscles, make sure you have full flexibility. After all, taking on Kakashi Hatake all by yourself is probably not going to be a piece of cake.

You look down to check your attire: running shorts and a tank top, not fully ideal but it’ll do.

You’re bent over, in the midst of doing rotating toe touches when your eyes fall upon a silhouette far ahead, nearing closer and closer. You pause, standing up straight with your hands on your hips as the figure walks slowly towards you, a faint jingling noise ringing through the air, as Kakashi finally comes near enough for you to make out his face in the dim light.

“Late as always” you say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Kakashi stands a few feet away from you, holding something in one hand, other hand inside his pocket. He’s not wearing his jacket anymore either, you observe.

“Sorry, had to go get this” he says, holding up what looks like two small bells with strings attached.

You squint at it, coming closer to get a better look. “What the hell is that?”

“Bells”, he smiles. “That’s the test. You have to get these bells from me. You can use any attack you want but… since you’re not a genin, I’ll raise the stakes a little higher for you. You cannot use ninjutsu or genjustu. It has to be purely physical attacks. You have till dawn.”

This little fucker. He knows taijutsu is not my strong point.

But fine. If that’s how he wants to play this, so be it. I’m taking him down one way or another.

“Dawn?” you chuckle, fixing him with your gaze. “I don’t need till dawn” you sneer, coming forward with a kick aimed to his head. He blocks it just as you’re about to make contact, grasping your ankle in his strong hold.

“I didn’t say start yet” he says through a smirk, letting go of your foot.

You take a few steps backwards, glowering at him as he ties the bells to a loop on his trousers. They hang over his thighs with a jingle, silver metal glimmering in the moonlight.

He looks back up at you, eyes twinkling with an unusual sparkle.

There’s that look again…

“Go” he commands, his body tensing up into a defensive stance immediately, ready for you.

You fix your gaze on the shiny metal of your goal and hurl yourself forward, your arms meeting each other’s in blows and defences. You throw a few kicks to his stomach, making him tumble but not enough to knock him out.

You shift your stance, before directing another punch to his face; he deflects it, sniggering.

Okay okay okay, I’m not focusing. I need to focus.

You take a deep breath.

Kakashi stands waiting, his features emanating pure amusement.

You feel a restlessness brewing within you, a strange energy buzzing through your veins. You’d been itching to punch him in the face and now’s your chance.

You watch him, mentally calculating all your options. His silver hair shines like moonbeams in the dark.

FOCUS.

Drawing a kunai from your bag, you lunge forward, distracting him with a kick to the head as your kunai slashes through the air, just about to cut across the strings when— your hand is caught in his grasp, a ‘slap!’ cutting through the air as his palm clasps around your wrist.

He bores into you, your wrist held firmly in his hand as he turns you around swiftly, gripping both your wrists at the back.

You feel the muscles of his chest against your body as he comes closer, the metal bells hanging over his leg brushing against your fingertips behind you.

You wriggle your hands, trying to break free but it’s in vain. His grip is firm, slender fingers digging into your skin as he leans into your ears, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“Not so fast” he whispers, his lips almost brushing the top of your ears.

The words send a shudder through your spine. You feel the black sky closing in on you, there’s a hum springing through your veins.

He loosens his grip as your hands fall, the kunai held limply in your hand. You turn around, your heart skipping a beat at how close he is to you. You feel your resolve weakening.

No.

No.

Stop.

Your hand flies to the collar of his shirt, the other hand holding the kunai to his throat as you push him backwards with your body, your eyes blazing into his.  

Keeping the kunai at his throat, you lower your other hand slowly, brushing it down his chest, his muscles taut under your hand. You trail your hand down along the line of his sternum, down the firmness of his stomach and further down, your fingers lightly caressing the bulge of his trousers before they almost make contact with the bells alongside, right there, just a flick away—

so close—

Before your wrist is caught in a sudden, fast clutch again.

His grip is much stronger this time, unyielding, hungry. Your bones ache beneath his hold.  

You watch something ignite in his eyes as his shoulders rise and fall in rhythm to your heaves. You suddenly realise how out of breath you are.

In the flash of a moment, Kakashi grips your kunai holding hand, holding it away from his throat as he pushes you, the weight of his body pressing onto yours as your feet scrape along the ground, stumbling backwards till your back slams against a tree, the force making your body jolt. The kunai slips from your hand.

His arms pin you defenceless against the tree, his gaze holding you hostage, burning through your skin.

The touch of his skin against yours feels alien. When was the last time you felt the warmth of someone’s skin? You cannot recall.

He’s so close to you, you cannot see anything beyond him.

In the dark, under the moonlight, the edges of his face look softened.

A wind passes by, the sound of rustling leaves filling through the silence. A volcano erupts within you.

Now.

You gulp. Up this close, you can make out the outline of his mouth.

Now.

Your lips press into Kakashi’s in a desperate lurch, your neck straining to meet him as far as his grip on you allows. Your heart explodes like firecrackers inside your chest as your tongue pushes against the cloth of his mask, demanding to be let in.

You feel his grip loosen around your wrists as the mask is off and he reciprocates, his lips on yours, his hand gripping your chin up as his tongue moves in fervent swirls inside your mouth.

A thousand questions swarm inside your head, buzzing but you’re not being controlled by your head anymore. You can feel the thud of his chest against your own.

He trails his hand down to your throat, holding you in place, other hand exploring every edge and curve of your body before it snakes down the waistband of your shorts, down the elastic of your underwear.

You gasp, arching your back as you feel the touch of his long fingers down there, moaning helplessly into his mouth as he rubs along your wet entrance in rapid strokes.

Your head is a dizzy mess of jumbled emotions as yearning overpowers your senses, your previous resolve weakening into a mushy puddle with every stroke and thrum of his fingers inside you.

He pulls away from your mouth to leave sloppy kisses down your neck, his tongue painting patterns along your skin as you catch a glimpse of his face and you see it— his face, glowing under the moonlight. And you realise.

He’s…beautiful.

An overwhelming ache breaks through your senses, creating a frenzied whirlwind of passion and agony in your mind. Your detestation for him crumbles into pieces underneath the weight of your desire, as you realise…

You don’t hate him.

You never did.

Not even close.

Not even a little bit.

Not even at all.

You pull his face up to meet your lips again, planting urgent kisses on his mouth as your hands tease the hem of his shirt. His fingers slip out of you and you can feel the wetness of your panties, soaked through with arousal.

“Kakashi…” you whisper in pleasure as he looms over you, your foreheads touching, out of breath and heaving with exhilaration. His eyes burn with the same passion that you feel inside.

“We can’t…shouldn’t…here…people...” you mutter in struggled breaths, as he plants another kiss to your lips, the sparks from it fogging your mind

“Since when do you care about people?” he whispers against your ear, his raspy voice enough to strip you off of all your remaining sense and judgement.

You pull his shirt over his head in one swift motion, throwing it to the ground beside as he follows, taking off your shirt and then unhooking your bra, tossing both away as his hands reach for you in hungry clutches.

His hands caress your breasts, pressing them and pulling on your hardened nipples, his mouth following soon after. His lips lock around them, sucking hard as you bury your face into his broad shoulders, biting lightly to keep yourself from screaming.

You sink your fingers into his hair, tugging softly as his mouth moves in a wet trail further down your body, strands of his hair tickling your stomach as he goes, his hands tugging your panties, sliding them down the curves of your hips.

Your heart thuds in your ears as Kakashi sits crouching in front of you, parting your legs. He looks up at you, as if asking for your permission, and you give it to him by pulling the back of his head closer between your legs.

He puts your right leg over his shoulder, spreading you for him, his other hand clutching the back of your left thigh as his mouth teases you down there.

The tip of his tongue flicks at your entrance, before it finds your weakest spot, and you feel your body shuddering, barely able to keep your balance.

You tug at his hair harder as his tongue moves skilfully inside you, fingers rubbing your swollen clit simultaneously. You feel every nerve ending in your body come alive as you moan out his name “K-Kakashi…” through trembling lips.

Your insides shudder and a deep moan forms at the back of your throat, threatening to escape as Kakashi puts his hand over your mouth, before pulling you down on top of him with a sudden tug.  

You come down with a thud on his thighs, your body jolting with the force as you watch him in front of you, the copy ninja… bare bodied and heaving in front of your eyes.

Who would have thought…

You straddle him, admiring his unclad torso, before pushing his shoulders down with your hands, making him lie back on the grass as you stoop over him. His eyes are fixated on you, pure pleasure making itself known on his face.

He really is beautiful.

You bend forward, your mouth exploring the smoothness of the skin on his chest, as a strange cold feeling down there distracts you.

You look down, squinting in the dark to find yourself sitting on two glimmering metal balls placed over his thigh.

The bells.

A thrill runs through your nerves as you smirk, glancing up at him.

He’s noticed it too.

His eyes return the same sparkle of mischief as yours as he lies still, waiting.

You press your hands down on his chest, locking your gaze with his as you position yourself over the bells, tilting your head back as you move back and forth over them.

The cold metal of the bells rubs against you, sending tremors through your entire body.

Your gaze at Kakashi again, watching him squirm at the sight of you, his hands twitching to feel your skin.

You keep your eyes on him as you slide down slightly on his thigh, tugging his trousers down as you go. Your hands find the base of his cock as you allow yourself to admire his throbbing length.

He leans his head back on the grass and you feel him getting harder in your hands.

Forming your hand into a fist around him, you move it up and down along his shaft in slow steady strokes, leaning down to bring your mouth closer to his tip, before swirling your tongue in circles around his skin.

His hips tremble as he clutches onto the grass, writhing.

Your lips clasp around his cock, mouth slurping up and down his length, taking your time sliding down to the base and back up, your hands following suit.

You tease him, switching between the tip of your tongue and your whole mouth, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him.

He quivers and you sit back up, bending forward over his face and pressing your lips on his. A groan from his mouth erupts inside yours as he clutches your hips.

His hands guide your hips back and forth over his length, your lips trembling as he slips into you, his cock finally inside you, pushing into you, filling you as deep as you can be filled.

A new rush of pleasure burns through your senses, your insides stretching as you move your hips around him, back and forth and then in circles.

“A-a-ah...mm…yeah…”, your muffled moans cut through the depths of the forest in the silence of the night.

Kakashi breathes your name, the eruption of your name from his lips enough to send you to a frenzy, filling your heart with drunken fervour.

You moan his name back in reply, hopping up and down on him as his arm snakes behind your waist and he flips you over in a sudden, swift movement, the weight of his body falling over you now.

You arch your back, pushing your hips up to meet his, unwilling to break away even for a second.

You want him so, so bad.

The pointy peaks of grass underneath poke your skin, your nails digging into his back as he nibbles on your neck, thrusting deep, deep into you.

You feel the familiar shudder from earlier again, your mind getting clouded with waves of pleasure coursing through you. Kakashi’s grunts quaver in your ear as you feel his hips jerk in tune to yours.

There’s a tantalizing jolt of ecstasy through your body as you scream out, your quivering voice matching his grunts as you both put a hand over the other’s mouth, your muffled moans melting into each other’s skin. He quivers inside you for a final time before you feel him slipping out of you, as hot wet cum trickles along the insides of your thighs, dripping into the dewy grass beneath.

Droplets of sweat from his hair drips down on you, tasting salty in your mouth. You heave together in exhaustion as he plops down on you, before rolling to the side.

You lie on your back panting, your entire body damp with sweat.

Languor threatens to take over you as you struggle to keep your eyes open, looking up into the night sky.

You see a firefly glowing above your head. You lift a lazy hand to reach it, but it flies away far above, becoming one with the twinkling stars in the sky.

Soft sounds of Kakashi’s breath echo beside you, his foot still touching yours lightly as the both of you lie heaving under the stars.

He turns his head to look at you and you can feel his eyes on you as you try, with all the fibres in your body, to not look back at him.

You know you won’t be able to hold yourself together any longer if you do.

He extends a hand towards you. “That was…”

“Sshhh… Shut up” you say in a slumberous whisper, moving closer into his arm, putting your own around him, your head buried into chest as you feel your eyes getting heavy…not able to stay awake anymore. You feel Kakashi envelope you in his arms, the warmth from his skin against the cold air lulling you to sleep, your mind becoming foggy as you close your eyes, slowly drifting off somewhere far, far away…

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Your eyes open to the chirping of birds perched on the branches above, rays of morning light casting a rosy glow in the horizon.

You watch the half light in the distance, rubbing your eyes, smiling to yourself.

The night had taken with it the black clouds of denial fogging your mind, your heart is as clear as day now.

You turn your head just in time to see Kakashi opening his eyes, his eyes puffy, imprints of grass marking his soft cheek.

You smile at him as he looks at you, lips curled into a sleepy smile. “Good morning” he yawns, tapping over his mouth with his palm.

“I won.”

“Hmm?” he asks groggily, eyes still adjusting to the light.

You hold up the two small bells in front of him, they jingle over his face.

He chuckles. “I don’t think so. It’s past dawn”

“I took them off before. I won.”

He laughs again, his face lighting up in a way you’d never seen before. He looks even more beautiful in the daylight.

“In all fairness y/n, there are no losers here.”

You laugh along with him now, reaching across and smoothening the imprints on his cheek, keeping your hand there, cupping his cheek.

“So, I passed?” you ask, looking at him, inching closer.

He looks back at you, with the same look from earlier in his eyes.

But you’re not turning yourself blind to it anymore.

“Top of the class” he laughs, pulling you closer, nuzzling your nose with his before pressing his lips into yours.

Notes :-

Did I quote 10 Things I Hate About You on a Kakashi Smut?

Yes, yes i did.

[serenityseventeen]

♪ The Last Day of Summer With You

DK/Dokyeom/Lee Seokmin : Tag Along the Beach

You felt the summer air hit your face, mixed with the soft sound of the crashing waves.

The sand beneath your feet was soft and you loved the feeling of sinking your toes in it. Seokmin was holding your hand, gazing at the beautiful baby blue sky. The ocean was a beautiful deep blue, sprinkled with the sparkles of the sunlight's reflection on the waves.

“This feels so good!” Seokmin said, opening but of his arms, his right hand still clasped with your left. “The breeze of the ocean blending in with the hot summer day just makes everything perfect!”

You smiled, turning to look at your boyfriend who had his eyes closed. You couldn't help but stare at his side profile, admiring his sharp nose and jawline, thin soft lips, and cheekbones, and eyes, and everything else about his face. You loved this look of his; his hair was a bit messy, flying with the direction of the breeze, and he just looked so genuinely happy, and this ball of sunshine you were staring at was your boyfriend.

“Are you happy?” You asked.

The wind was practically roaring, making it hard for him to hear you. He knew you said something but for some reason, the fact that he didn't hear what you said even though you two were standing next to each other made him laugh.

With his hand habitually covering his mouth while he laughed, Seokmin opened his eyes and turned to you. “Sorry, I didn't hear what you said, can you repeat?”

You chuckled, wondering how he could look so innocent. Even when he asked you to repeat what you asked, his eyes were twinkling.

“I asked if you were happy,” You replied.

“Hmm, happy?” Seokmin turned back to face the waves, slowly moving his feet to the left, to be closer to you. “Of course I am. When I'm with you, I'm happy.”

You smiled at his sweet, sincere words. You turned to look at him, who was now less than 8 inches away from you. He was staring at you with loving puppy eyes which made you burst into soft giggles.

“How about you? Are you happy to be here with me?” Seokmin asked, gently placing his chin on your shoulder. You kept wondering why you had to fall in love with such an attractive man. Each small thing he did was heart-wrenchingly adorable to you.

You moved his head from your shoulder with your hand and tilted your head. Today, you just couldn't stop smiling. You couldn't tell if it was because of the weather or because your boyfriend was just being so adorable on the last day of summer. Of course, it was the latter.

In a soft voice, you leaned in and bumped your forehead against his gently, your hand moving to his cheek. “I am over the moon right now, Seokmin.”

Seokmin smiled and placed his hand on the back of your head. As your foreheads broke apart, Seokmin raised his head and pressed his lips on your forehead tenderly as his hands patted the back of your head. It was just something about his touch that made you feel euphoric.

Once his delicate lips left your forehead, his hand traveled to your neck and he leaned in, ready to give you a sweet kiss on the lips, but before he could, you dodged his lips by ducking and began to run.

Seokmin was a bit confused at first, wondering why you had avoided his kiss and ran off like that. He would have been hurt if not for your healing, mischievous giggles that echoed through his ears as if there was no other noise.

Seokmin quickly realized that you wanted to play a game of tag! He chased after you, yelling with an innocent smile, “Hey!”

Running on the sand was hard and drained a lot of your energy. You thought you had run a far distance but when you looked back at the beach, you were surprised to see Seokmin quickly catching up. The chase was thrilling and your laughter from the excitement only made you more tired.

Seokmin was laughing a lot too. The moment was just beautiful, it was fun, and though he was wasting a lot of his energy, he didn't want to give up. He could tell that your pace was gradually slowing down so he took the chance and charged at you.

You were panting, trying to run on, but the hot golden sand under your feet was much more difficult to run on than it seemed. You turned back to check on Seokmin's progress only to get surprised by his arms lifting you into a bridal carry.

You let out a surprised shout and your hands reflexively wrapped around his shoulders.

“Woah, woah, woah, Seokmin!!” You already knew what his next destination would be. He was smiling mischievously and the only thing you could see reflecting in his eyes was the ocean.

“Do you want to go in there? I think you'd like some nice salt, don't you think??” His sarcastic tone was making you laugh as you kicked your feet.

You did your best to cling on to him. The sound of the ocean waves was getting closer. You shut your eyes and buried your head in his shoulder. “I think I'll pass on the salt-!”

“Oh?? I heard that saltwater is healthy for you though??” Seokmin teased. His legs were now soaked in the water and he held you out a little toward the ocean.

There was nothing wrong with getting wet a little but you didn't want to because your clothes would then need to dry and the process would be very long.

“Stop spouting nonsense!” You replied, clenching your teeth. You tightened your arms around him and Seokmin laughed, slowly getting out of the water.

“Okay, okay, I'll let you go this time.”

Gently, Seokmin placed you down on the soft sand.

“Now, what do you want to do?” Seokmin asked, dusting off the sand stuck on his legs.

You naturally walked behind him.

Without a response, Seokmin found that rather odd, and within seconds, an idea of what you were trying to do sparked in his head.

Quietly, you were about to push your boyfriend's back into the water but you were caught. Seokmin had turned around just in time to catch your hands and you in the mischievous act.

“Hey, you- seriously!” Seokmin said. He tried to walk forward but you continued to step back with a childish smile. “Come here!”

Both of you were being so immature but for some reason, it was so fun and you were laughing so much. You continued to back up but suddenly, you slipped and fell, your butt hitting flat on the sand.

Seokmin burst out into laughter and you did too. He didn't help you up, instead, he just fell onto the sand with you.

The sun was now hiding behind a cloud so staring at the sky wasn't as bright as before, when you two were playing tag.

Seokmin threw his head on the sand, tiredly lying down, and slipped his hand in yours naturally. You smiled and joined him on the sand, not caring if sand would get in your hair or stick on your clothes. With your hand in his, you just wanted to lay down.

Both of you were panting, feeling the last summer whispers blow past the tip of your noses.

Out of the blue, Seokmin yelled to the sky, “I LOVE YOU!”

You laughed, turning your head to him. “All of a sudden?”

Seokmin giggled and shrugged, you could tell he wanted to say, ‘Why not?’

Both of you laughed and he took into your arms. Both of you rolled in the sand for a bit before deciding to stop since the sand was getting in your hair and sticking on your faces.

You didn't mind getting a bit dirty. It felt like you and Seokmin had suddenly become kids, spending the whole day doing childish activities on the beach.

It was the last day of summer, after all.

Why not enjoy it to the fullest?

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a/n: okay I know I'm a bit late but I wanted to save my fangirling over DK's Xcalibur musical until his imagine was posted so here's my initial reaction when he finished his first 2021 show: I woke up (the day after his musical) and saw so many posts about him having 4 kiss scenes in one act, his acting improvement, and carats simping for Guinevere 😭😭😭 I hope that they record it and sell it as CD... I would love to see it... I also saw that Moonbin and MJ attended his second show but I'm not sure??? I don't know and I might not be in the position to feel proud, but I really do feel proud of him!!! I heard that his acting improved a lot and that he did much better than the first time he played King Arthur!! I really want to see the musical ❤️

[emily-the-fae]

Sound of a Heartbeat

Part 6. The Devil's Hospitality

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

And I am back from celebrating the summer solstice. Mosquitoe-bitten, red-haired and with a new chapter. Thanks for following the story if you still are, I'm very sorry that editing takes me so long. (STILL IN NEED OF A BETA). So yes, please enjoy and like&reblog&comment, because interaction with readers makes me extremely happy. Also please write in comments if you want me to tag you so that you don't miss the new parts.

Pairing: Dracula x OC

Warnings: none, a little bit of death threats and the usual tuberculosis part

"Maps used to say there'd be dragons here. Now they don't, but that doesn't mean dragons aren't there." ~ Lorne Malvo, "Fargo"

Shari began to open her eyes hesitantly, slowly when nothing rushed at her in the first few moments of her presence inside the castle. The healer was still extremely tense, ready to jump aside and try to fight off anything that tried to attack her. Nothing. Dark, still, terrifying, but also quiet and…empty. Lisa hadn’t told her a complete lie. Apparently, Dracula wasn’t home. Shari looked around the dark place she found herself in - she was standing in the middle of an enormous hall, columns going way up, she needed to raise her head to see the gothic arcs of the dark ceiling above her; two large round marble staircases in front of her led to the opening on the second floor and behind that space she could see a darkened entrance to an inner corridor. Shari could hear nothing but her own heartbeat and Rodo's husky breathing, the silence was almost ideal, her own quiet breathing echoed around the wide halls - the castle appeared to be completely empty, apart from her, Rodo and her ghastly companion. Lisa seemed frozen in awe for a while, looking around too, but with a kind of familiar melancholic look on her face - staring once again at the place she had spent so much time in must have felt odd. Odd and slightly painful. All the memories of her life, all the “what if”s of her never leaving this peculiar home or never finding it in the first place rushed in, frustrating her for a few moments. The ghost quickly recalled she needed to keep collected – for the sake of her new guest and the adventure she was planning ahead.

- Wait, Lisa! - Shari rushed to her side, afraid to be left alone even for one moment. Rodo hopped behind her easily. - We will go and grab books, yeah I get it, but... How do I... Where do I rest? I mean I need a bed and preferably next to a chimney and then after I wake up, I can study through whatever we need and search for whatever other materials I can need, sure, but I'd there... I mean it's kind of a vampire castle... - Shari trailed off and in a moment she was coughing again, heading to the supposed library entrance, but barely seeing her way.

- Wait, Lisa! - Shari rushed to her side, afraid to be left alone even for one moment. Rodo hopped behind her easily. - We will go and grab books, yeah I get it, but... How do I... Where do I rest? I mean I need a bed and preferably next to a chimney and then after I wake up, I can study through whatever we need and search for whatever other materials I can need, sure, but I'd there... I mean it's kind of a vampire castle... - Shari trailed off and in a moment she was coughing again, heading to the supposed library entrance, but barely seeing her way.

- That is quite funny of you, - Lisa responded, when Shari quieted down a bit. - To be asking me if you can have a normal bedroom in a vampire castle, especially since you know I've lived here for quite a long time.

- Yeah and married the host, - Shari argued breathlessly.

- What do you think vampires sleep in?

- Coffins?

- Don't be shallow.

- Well, sorry if didn't live with them for twenty years and didn't realise they may as well use beds... - Shari hesitated. - They do, right? Because if you were implying that you want me to sleep in your old room, then thanks I'd better sleep on library floor.

- You'll take one of the guestrooms, - Lisa rolled her eyes. - And you have to get there soon, otherwise you'll collapse and I am in no form to drag you up the stairs.

- Oh, you've finally noticed, - Shari huffed. - I hope there will be a very - no, extremely - warm chimney, - she added, shivering.

- As you wish, - answered the ghost, pushing the heavy door. They walked into the library together, careful not to make any noise and Shari had to catch her breath: of course she had expected something like this, but neither the size of the room nor the abundance of different apparatuses and strange objects could have ever been embraced by her imagination - it seemed like one lifetime would never be enough to study through all the centuries of knowledge kept in these walls.

- Wow.

- Well, that… is one way to place it, - Lisa laughed, amused with the healer's surprise. - Come, - she beckoned. - Take this, this... oh, and this, - she walked to one of the tall shelves, pointing to several books for Shari to take. - Oh, wait, I forgot, can you...?

- Read? You ask only now? You offend me, - Shari threw the ghost an unamused glare, her hands loaded with heavy foliants. Lisa laughed, obviously the question was only poorly hidden sarcasm. Rodo behind her back was running around the room, smelling the air with curiosity - if he ever visited the castle before, she doubted that he was let anywhere near the living areas.

- Well, you never know with people these days, - Lisa replied. - These must have something on your lung disease, as far as I remember - or some similar things - you'll need to go through lung sections, compare the symptoms and check what might work for you.

- Will try to, - the girl nodded, weighting the books in her arms and already estimating how much time she may possibly have for all that study.

- Come on now, don't waste time, - Lisa was too enthusiastic to be a ghost inside of an abandoned vampire castle. Far too enthusiastic. Something must have been off, but Shari couldn’t place what and couldn’t possibly be able to do so in her exhausted state.

Shari followed her down another large door and out of the library; there was a narrow staircase leading somewhere upstairs, dark and empty, just like the rest of the place – the golden lights of the library couldn’t reach into its curves, so Shari had to watch her step carefully. She was not sure how many floors they passed before they finally left the stairs and turned into a dark corridor lit only by the moonlight, falling from a small window way in front of them. Shari felt cold and slightly anxious for no evident reason - the whole place had an intense, intimidating mood to it – as expected. Lisa made a few more steps and stopped in front of a heavy wooden door. Shari hesitated once more, but Lisa nodded towards it encouragingly; the girl then freed one of her hands from underneath the books and pushed the door open, stepping into the room more confidently.

A big four-poster bed, a fireplace, a wardrobe and a table with a chair placed by the window. Old, slightly dusty, but more than enough for her to rest her head. Shari threw the books on the table and lit the fire in no time, sinking down on her knees to warm her freezing fingers. After several days of survival and freezing, she could finally heat and rest. Rodo crawled to the corner of the room and lay down there calmly, hiding his clawed paws beneath himself and seemingly beginning to drift off, Lisa stood by the window, facing away, staring into the darkness, seemingly already detached from what was happening within the walls of the castle. The door was locked - pointlessly, as a bow to paranoia - the fire was burning nicely - how good it was to finally feel its warmth - the room was silent apart from its creaking and Shari knew she herself was starting to fall asleep.

She stood up from her place by the chimney, checked the door once more and threw herself on the bed, kicking off her boots and crawling under the heavy blankets. Now she wanted nothing more than sleep - sleep and warmth of the chimney to ease her cold, the soreness of her limbs and the pain in her lungs. Lisa slowly dissolved in the corner of the room, but even that didn't seem to be a problem to the healer - she would catch up with the ghost tomorrow, get to her reading and preferably medicine. Now - rest.

Shari rolled into a ball under the covers and surrendered to the long awaited sleep.

***

Dracula was returning to his home after two days of absence; following his son proved counterproductive - apart from assuring, that the boy didn't have it easy with the demons, there was not much more he could do. The group held together, never separated - not after they became three instead of four. That was almost a pitiful chain of events. Though it did make them less vulnerable to his attacks and he decided not to rush things - the speed at which they traveled bought him more than enough time for any further proceedings.

The world outside was crushed and burned by war. The world inside his castle was dark and hollow as usual. At least it was so normally - but surprisingly, not that night.

Dracula knew there was an intruder in his castle the moment he entered – there was no way he wouldn’t have noticed; the vampire had to stop on his tracks, trying to detect what caught him off guard, and then he finally felt it - the smell of the human was very subtle, but still there. He tracked her down(undeniably this one was a female, he could almost recognize that mix of cinnamon and lavender as if he had encountered it before) - from the main entrance to the library - pausing by the shelves for a moment, a few foliants were missing here and there with the traces of her human warmth still hovering around the place - and upstairs to one of the rooms - just like the guestroom Lisa stayed at when she first found him.

The door was expectably locked, but as soon as the vampire's nail trailed along the keyhole, the lock clicked by itself, opening up. Dracula expected a lost and tired stranger or a hopeful witch seeking out his help and teaching, but when he opened the door, letting himself inside, he finally understood why her smell seemed so familiar to him. The girl from the forest camp, his son's willing helper, witch and healer by her own words. The vampire was surprised to say the least. He had been quite sure she was gone for good; in the end he had tried his best to give her a peaceful death and yet here she was: alive, breathing and in his castle. Sleeping peacefully, having willingly crawled under his roof and left herself at his mercy.

The vampire entered the room quietly, shutting the door behind him and sitting down in the chair by the table, his eyes observing the human figure on the bed. Petite, blond haired and pale - the girl looked so similar to Lisa, but yet was nothing like her - no, the darker tint to her hair and the weakness of her tired body drew the distinction quite clearly, as well as the reddish mark standing out against her pale neck. A mark he left on her.

He briefly wondered how that weak creature managed to survive his bite, but he would set the question aside for the time being. He needed to decide what to do with his guest: the easiest option was to finally enjoy the remnants of her sweet living blood without interruption now, but one look at the pale sleeping form made him suddenly feel doubtful: her chest heaving as she breathed, her heartbeat slow and peaceful, she coughed in her sleep dryly and turned on her back, her arms spread across the bed, she faced away from him with the crook of her neck so temptingly open to his view - so calm and vulnerable. How are you still alive? Dracula suddenly for himself felt rather than decided that he would not end her, not yet and not here, that he wanted to know more: how she found him, what she wanted and what may come of her - after all, he hadn't had such bold human visitors, ever since...

***

Dim light was shining through the window, strands of it falling onto her face and disturbing her peaceful sleep. Shari moved about a bit, wincing at the pain in her limbs and the full ache somewhere deep in her chest, letting a few (thankfully) dry coughs pass her lips, trying to hide away from the morning rays, hoping for a few more minutes of the blissful unconsciousness, then finally stilled, opening her sleepy eyes and sitting up. The instant she did so, she knew something was very wrong: the room was identical to how it looked the evening before, but she felt it still – even the air seemed denser, more dangerous and alert. She felt a shiver run down her back – as she finally noticed it, on the wall before her, next to the door, she could see a large dark shadow of something standing in front of the window, cutting off the light. Please let it be something outside. Shari turned her head slightly to the left and saw Rodo crouched on the ground - worried and tense, looking in the direction of something behind her back; the healer suddenly had absolutely no wish to turn around. Maybe if she would stay still the thing - whatever it was - would go away and leave her alone.

The sound of movement behind her back announced her that her stillness would most probably not protect her - whatever it was, it was inside of the room and very much uncaring of whether she moved or not.

- I think I have already killed you once this week, - Shari jumped on the spot and turned abruptly to finally face her host: Dracula was leaning against the table and staring down at her, his sharp face unreadable. - You are quite persistent for a human, I dare say. And bold.

Shari leaped out of the bed, as if a bucket of ice cold water was spilled over her, and backed away from him until her back hit the stone wall, her eyes searching for Lisa frantically – but the ghost was nowhere to be seen. Not this again. The vampire crossed the room in a swift, undetectable motion, his figure appearing in front of her in a matter of seconds. Rodo growled at his master, but remained motionless, still afraid to step out against the vampire.

Shari tried to move away, slip out of his grasp before he could properly get ahold of her, possibly even reach the door and run down the stairs - anything - but a large clawed hand grabbed her throat suddenly and firmly and the healer found herself unable to breathe properly, gasping and coughing in his hold, trying to wriggle away. Where was Lisa when she was so needed? "Oh no, Dracula is rarely visiting this castle nowadays!" Sure, like there was ever any point in believing that.

- How did you find this place? - Dracula growled rather than asked. His grasp was tight and Shari felt panic rise inside as if she was already in the claws of Death itself. Not far from truth.

"Your dead wife dragged me all the way here."

- Rumours. Mostly. And a bit of luck, - she rasped, out of breath.

- What do you want?

"Out."

- Shelter. And knowledge. I know there are books here that can help me heal, - she coughed and tried to free herself, once again unsuccessfully.

- And you expected the castle to be empty? - he almost laughed.

"No, but your beloved wife is a big liar."

- I recognize it was incredibly stupid of me, but back then it seemed like a plan, - oh yes, a plan of a very annoying and untrustworthy ghost.

- Are you alone here?

"Apart from a mean ghost and your demon..."

- Yes! - she gritted her teeth, as his hand pressed her farther into the wall.

- Give me one reason, human, not to finish now what I started a few days ago, - he was growling now even deeper, his face close to hers and she wondered how painful it may be this time. She did not want to find out.

- When I'm here I can't help Adrian! - she replied quickly, rasping each word.

- Same as when you are dead, - came the answer, his head leaning down to the crook of her neck. She shrieked.

- Repeating the same action and awaiting a different outcome of it is the definition of insanity, - Shari blurted out, not fully aware of her own words. What the hell was this even about? - You have ready killed me once, remember? I should have died back then, but something kept me going. You killed me and it didn't work. And you are not insane, are you?

Dracula suddenly removed his hand from her throat, laughing and took a small step back - as soon as he did so, she could feel against herself the growling form of Rodo who jumped in front of the human, protecting her from his master. Shari slid to the floor and threw her arms around the creature's neck, holding it to herself and caressing the dark fur. The vampire stared at the demon with a dissatisfied gaze, but the beast held his ground firmly now.

- You are a particularly peculiar human being, healer, - the vampire laughed. - That was the most unsettling answer you could have given.

- Was it? - she rasped, catching her breath. He smirked, knowing well he would not eat her now; he was too amused to make her his meal. - I can leave if you want, I will... - Shari searched for words. What exactly was she going to do if he made her leave? Crouch down on his porch and die?

- You are a curious specimen... Besides it likes you for some reason, - Dracula nodded towards Rodo. - You may stay until you annoy me out of my patience, - he stated blankly, instantly hating how welcoming he was being towards the human.

- Thank you. Making me leave would have been unfortunate and embarrassing to no limit, - Shari spoke quickly with no intonation, calming her rapidly beating heart. That was unexpected, but appreciated and she tried to be as short and non-annoying as possible as to not make him change his mind.

- Rest, use the library, and try to stay out of my line of sight. And remember I could still decide to draw a conclusion to our previous meeting, - he walked out of the guestroom, almost slamming the door behind him. So much for hospitality, but at least she wasn't being kicked out. Or eaten, for that matter.

Shari breathed in deeply and caressed Rodo's head and neck. What has she gotten herself into? Where the hell did Lisa disappear to?

[emma-nation]

Ticker Than Water - Bloodbound AU (Chapter 4)

Summary: When Amy changes the course of the events at the Opera House, she could never imagine the consequences she would have to face. After being by Rheya’s side for five years, she’s finally ready to be reunited with her friends and find a manner to defeat her. But when the time comes, what will prevail? Her love for Kamilah Sayeed and her friends or her family ties with the First Vampire?

Genre: Angst, Drama, Romance

Tag List: @slytherinthoughts7, @lightning-fury, @spacecarrousel, @gavryllo​, @kamilah-the-bloodqueen, @whoinvitedalx, @sheyah, @imnotdonewiththeelementalists, @belvoiresqueenbee, @morvengarde​, @tephy24​, @iam-the-fuckin-queen, @scorpichoices, @leavemeandmyshipsalone, @jen825, @andreear17, @justejuste727, @evexofxtime, @zoe6111, @shanuuh, @ilovekamilahsayeed, @kenna-and-val-are-my-queens, @fal-carrington, @spookyjellyfishlove, @samgtt700​, @just-thinking-loudly, @martachm, @masterofbluff, @rice-wifee, @lifeisadance96, @serafinedupontownsme, @hellyeah90sbaby

4 years ago - Japan

The first signs of Winter started showing on the city outside. Kamilah wondered what she'd be doing if she was still living in New York. Working, perhaps. And also planning the next Dark Solstice.

The necklace. She didn't have time to retrieve it from the secret drawer in her office when they ran away. It would be her only memory from something that didn't exist anymore - her relationship with Amy.

"I did it," the penthouse door opened in a slam, making Lily completely lose focus on her video game or Jax stop sharpening his katana. Adrian seemed to be in ecstasy. "I... I managed to grow a seedling from the sample we obtained from the Tree Of Death. This could stop Rheya for good."

"How great," Jax replied with some sarcasm. The last few months turned him into a version of his late master, Takeshi. "And what about the others? Also, how long is it going to take?"

The others. Kamilah's stomach flipped. Amy was one of them, along with Rheya's husband and daughter. And she was so strong as the First Vampire herself.

"It's a start, Jax," Lily added. "It'll be easier to take her down once she becomes a Feral."

"Fine, but I'd like to do the honors."

"Kamilah?" Adrian approached, touching her shoulder briefly. "Did you hear what I said?"

"Yes," Kamilah told. She was too invested in her own thoughts, reflecting about the part where she'd have to face Amy again. What if they had to kill her? Would she be able to do that? "We will wait. When the time comes, we'll fight again."

Lily suggested a celebration, Jax agreed and so did Adrian. Since their arrival, they barely left that penthouse. Except for the occasions where they attended Kano's training sessions. The psychic vampire taught them how to guard their minds from Rheya. And also Amy.

"You can go. I'll stay here."

"Come on, Kamilah," Lily started dragging her to the door. "You never say no to booze."

"I'm saying this time."

"Lily is right," Adrian said. "You are coming with us. It'll be a good distraction."

"Yeah," Jax agreed. "We must stick together. Remember?"

This manner, the three younger vampires managed to make Kamilah to go out for the first time in months. Still a little insecure about their safety, they decided to visit The Five's nightclub. In the end, it was not terrible. Jax and Akeyo engaged in a singing competition, while Lily attempted to copy The Evolved's robotic dance moves. The female vampire let out a small laugh.

"Finally," Aiko slowly approached her. "Acceptance is the last stage of grief."

"I guess so," Kamilah replied in a dry tone.

"She's not coming back. She made a choice."

"I know."

The reminder of that fact hit Kamilah's heart like applying salt in an open wound. One year had passed. Amy was still doing atrocities together with Rheya. She showed no signs of regret or mercy. Not even a trace of the old Amy still existed in her eyes. The powers had changed her completely.

"I need another shot," she ordered to the bartender. Then she looked at Aiko, who observed her with the same old and seductive smirk. "Two shots actually."

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A blow from one of the mythological creatures that surrounded Amy in the mindscape forest threw her hard against a tree. Though the fight was happening inside her mind, the pain felt extremely real, as if her skull had been fractured.

"Ouch..." she moaned in pain. "Can't... back... down..."

A fire blast started to form in the center of her palm. If she could maintain the focus, it should be enough to stop the creature that was about to strike again.

"Ha!" Amy released the fire ball, that disappeared mid-air. "Fuck!" She screamed, punching the floor repeatedly. Noticing her frustration, Kano pulled her back to reality.

"There's something wrong," he spoke in all his wisdom of a 500 years old man, in a 5 years old body.

"Not even when I'm mad - and trust me, I'm really mad - I can make this work."

"You won't be able to do this moved only by anger. You need focus and discipline."

"Kano," Amy squeezed the water bottle she held, "we've been training for hours. I can't conjure one decent blast. I'm focused, I'm doing all the meditation exercises you taught me... I just can't. Maybe she drained my powers while I slept."

"It's not that," Kano handed her another water bottle, that she drank all in one sip. "There's something blocking you from reaching your potential."

"What could it be?"

He forced her to face all the nastiest skeletons in her closet for a second time that day. Starting by the childhood trauma caused by her mother's behavior. Though Amy knew the reason behind her rage outbursts, the marks would always be there.

The child version of herself was drawing in the kitchen when her mother entered, completely disturbed.

"Mommy!" She called. "Look what I've made for you."

"Nice," the woman barely looked. She was too busy inspecting the cabinets for her painkillers. "Where are them?"

She swallowed a couple of pills and little Amy's heart filled with hope that her mother would finally be able to give her some attention and love.

"Can we play teacups now? I missed you. You spend the whole day in the bedroom."

"Can't you see it, Amy?" The woman yelled at the child. "I am sick! Why can you just respect me? Why can you just be quiet, huh?!"

As she slammed the bedroom door, the little sat down on the floor breaking into tears.

"What did I do wrong?" She asked herself.

"Nothing," adult Amy sighed at the scene. "You did nothing wrong."

Then they moved to the Opera House. What else could be there to be seen? Amy did both of her crucial decisions - the one where she decided to tempt the fate and avoid the death of one of her friends, becoming a monster in consequence. And the one where she took the dagger. That was the most painful to watch. She had already seen Lily dying in her arms, as Kamilah plunged a stake in her heart to prevent her from becoming a Feral. She also saw Jax, sacrificing himself to die as the warrior he was, not as a disgusting rotting creature.

This time though, it was Adrian who took the fall to save her life...

"Not her! Never her!"

"Adrian!" The past version of herself screamed, kneeling down on the floor near the male vampire. "W-Why did you do this? Y-You didn't have to..."

"Amy..." he clutched the injury in his abdomen. His skin was already acquiring a grey coloration. "I had to. I was the one to bring you to this world in first place. I swore to protect you."

"But..."

"Shhhh, it's okay. I've had a long and accomplished life. I made a lot of mistakes too and somehow I think this how I must pay for them. I... I'm ready to be reunited with Eleanor and Charles."

She glanced at the rest of the group. Lily was sobbing uncontrollably. Jax punched the wall in anger and denial. Kamilah was also kneeled by Adrian's side. She was trying hard to prevent the tears from falling.

"And Amy?" Adrian said, before handing her a stake. "Take care of Kamilah. She needs you."

"No!" Both versions of herself screamed at the same time, as Adrian forced her hand to stake his heart. She collapsed to the floor before they moved to the next memory.

She and Rheya were terrorizing some citizens in New York City. Those who still refused to bend to their orders and obey their every command.

"I condemn you to be my prisoners," Rheya smiled deviously, staring at the small group of people restrained inside a TV station. They secretly planned to leak information about the Apostolous family to other states, including their ability of controlling and manipulating minds. "You can be my servants after all. You could entertain me, feed me... or even fight for me."

Amy emerged from a door in the back. Her hair was a mess and she had bags under her eyes. She was in a terrible mood, what lead her to slowly approach and start to snap the neck of each one of the victims. One by one.

"Foolish creature! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Rheya asked, visibly annoyed. "I wasn't going to kill them yet, they could be useful to my purposes."

"Getting things done faster," Amy told. "I'm starving, I'm tired. I can't wait to get home and feed."

"Of course, you spent the whole night out with Serafine, going to clubs and using your psychic powers for recreational purposes. I told you I needed you in shape this morning. You disappoint me."

"I'm sorry, Rheya. You were going to kill them anyways. They're all useless insects, isn't it what you always say?"

"You're right," the First Vampire approached and touched her chest using her indicator finger. "But I give the orders here. We may have the same blood, the same powers powers but I'm in charge. Do you understand?"

Amy was back to the same mindscape as earlier, surrounded by creatures in a forest. She felt angry at herself, yet she accepted it. She embraced the fact she was weak to resist the darkness inside her. It was part of who she had became. And now she wanted to change and make things right.

"I can do this," she closed her eyes, focusing on conjuring a psychic wave strong enough to push the horde of monsters away from her. When she opened them, ready to hit them... nothing happened.

"What?!" She yelled, back at Kano's office. "This time I did it. I faced the Opera memory and how things should have went. I embraced the fact I did horrible things too."

"There must be something else. Something you're refusing to face and let go."

Amy had no idea what it could be. At Kano's suggestion, they ended the training session for the day and she went back to the hotel to rest and reflect on what could be blocking her powers. After a long bath, she stared at the bed. The same bed she and Kamilah shared an intimate moment in the previous night, before she told her about her engagement with Aiko.

She finally turned on her phone. Iola had been trying to reach her all day.

"You need to return home, immediately. She has lost her mind."

"What is it this time?" Amy asked, getting dressed to meet Lily at the penthouse she lived with the rest of the group.

"She wants to-"

"Amy?!" Rheya seemed to have taken the phone from her daughter's hands. "I wanted to speak to you, darling. Are you finished with The Five yet? I need you to come home."

"Why?"

"I've signed a contract with a TV channel. Next week they'll begin to film our own reality show: 'The Apostolous'. Isn't it wonderful?"

No. It wasn't. Together with her insane ancestor and her family, Amy would be locked in the mansion with Priya, Serafine and Dracula, while every detail their daily routine was registered by the cameras and shown on television to the whole world.

"Rheya..." Amy sighed, thinking of some excuse. "Why don't you wait a few more days? I mean, a party with your new allies would be a great start for the reality show. Wouldn't it?"

"You're right," the First Vampire answered after a pause. "I don't know when you've gotten so smart, but you're having some good ideas lately. Anyways, I must start planning our party then. Talk to you later, darling."

Only a lot of alcohol could make Amy relax with all the latest news. When she arrived, Lily was still the only one in the penthouse. Jax, Adrian and Kamilah were doing some personal businesses.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Amy asked, taking a sip directly from the bottle of sake before aiming her next shot at the pool game.

"I was going to," Lily told, observing as she sank three balls in a row. "I couldn't imagine Kamilah would go straight to your bed in the very first night."

As Lily finished her own turn, Amy noticed she was about to win the game. However, she would never be able to make the right move with that one question bothering her mind.

"Does she love her? Aiko?"

"Do you want the honest truth? No, she doesn't. She only got in that sudden relationship with her to forget you. And if you ask me, I bet Aiko is forcing her to get married."

A hint of a smile appeared on the corners of Amy's mouth. She still had a chance. With the right shot, she could win Kamilah's heart back.

"I win," she grinned as she cued the last ball into the pocket.

"Best of three?" Lily asked, after taking a sip of the sake. "So, now tell me about Rheya going all Kardashian."

Amy rolled her eyes in annoyance. She was about to start talking about Rheya's reality show when the penthouse's door opened, making her heart speed up inside her chest.

"Oh," for her disappointment, it wasn't Kamilah. "Hey, Jax."

"Hello, Lily and..." he glared in her direction, clearly uncomfortable with her presence. "You."

"Jax, come here," Lily called, assuming some alcohol and games would be able to seal the peace between them. "Amy was about to tell me about Rheya's latest bullshit."

"Later, Lil. I gotta... I gotta take a shower. I was training with Akeyo all day."

As soon as he left to the bedroom, Amy sighed:

"He'll never forgive me."

Kamilah arrived right after she finished her sentence. She didn't say a word, she walked directly to the bar, serving herself some expensive whiskey.

"We're not allowed to bring visitors," she scolded Lily. "After five years you should know that."

"I asked Adrian first," Amy told in her defense. "He said I could..."

"Oh, Amy. Congratulations on your new show. It's all over the internet. You must be loving the attention, aren't you?"

"Thank you. By the way, for someone who doesn't care care you're way too updated about my life."

There was a heavy tension between them. Years of unresolved feelings and unsaid words were affecting the whole environment surrounding them, like an earthquake.

"I-I..." Noticing that, Lily started walking away too. "You two must have a lot to talk about. I'll be in my bedroom."

Amy still tried to prevent Lily from leaving, but it was useless. She was alone and under Kamilah's hard cold gaze.

"You shouldn't be here," the female vampire said once again.

"Why?" Amy decided to confront her. "My presence is bothering you?"

"Not really, but it put us at risk. She could come here any second searching for her spawn."

"She won't. Besides, I can fight her."

"Oh really? How's the training going by the way?"

"Good," Amy lied. "I'm... I'm finding myself. Finding a balance between my powers and the darkness they can bring."

As if she still could read her, Kamilah raised an eyebrow and opened a small sadistic smile. Was it so obvious she was failing miserably? Did Kano tell the others how poorly the training session had gone? She swallowed dry.

"About yesterday..." Amy opened her mouth to speak, changing the subject. She had to know how Kamilah felt about the other night.

"Nothing happened yesterday," Kamilah nodded.

Before she could speak again, Adrian emerged from the elevator.

"Amy, good to see you here," he wanted to show her something in a secret Raines Corporation HQ he had built. "Come with me."

She gave Kamilah one last look. It wasn't over. She wasn't going to give up and pretend nothing happened between them. She wasn't going to act like the feelings weren't still there, alive and strong as ever.

"What?" Adrian asked with a smile during their way to the building.

"Nothing," Amy smiled back. She had never been so happy to see him. That vision had struck her really hard. "I'm just glad you still trust me."

The building was highly secured. Adrian guided her to the laboratory in the basement. Some scientists were still working late night, on many different projects.

"Only a few people know about our secret weapon," Adrian told while he typed a password on a keypad, opening a heavy metal door. "Only us and The Five. After all, anyone else could have their minds accessed by Rheya."

After walking through a long corridor, they stopped in front of a glass. Behind it, Amy spotted a small growing tree.

"Is it..."

"The Tree Of Death. I managed to obtain a sample and grow a seedling from it. It's still small and young, its sap is not so poisonous. It won't cause much harm yet."

After Demetrius was brought back to life, the Tree Of Death and the island ceased to exist. With that, there was nothing that could stop Rheya. Until now.

"Adrian..." Amy remembered testing her powers, or when Rheya used to grow different plants and flowers in the backyard, according to the occasions. "I can make it grow faster with my powers."

[mirror-juliet]

Fix Us {San X Reader X Wooyoung} Vampite AU

Part one is Pet, please read that before you read this part.

Warnings: Angst, Toxic relationship, Blood, Yelling, Just a bunch of hate and angst.

Tagging: @hongjoongs-hoe @atotheteeny @youneedapiratekink @vocalyunho No pressure to read at all!!

Special mention: Echo (hongjoongs-hoe tagged above) is my inspiration for this AU please go check out their works❤

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The ride home was excruciatingly slow. You and Yeosang sharing awkward eye contact as you were squeezed between your two masters. Yeosang wouldn't even be in this predicament but San had insisted there was no reason to find a second driver when the current car was big enough to fit all of them.

It wasn't.

Well, it wasn't big enough for the tension built up between the three of you. Now you're in the predicament of sitting on the couch while your hot headed master glares at you. "I thought i told you to stay away from him." San speaks through gritted teeth, pacing back and forth.

"Hangwoong is my friend. My only one, i don't see what you're so upset about." San shuts you up by glaring at you with his familiar red eyes.

"You have no use for friends. You have everything you need here." Your hands ball into fists, trying to keep your anger at bay. "All i have here is two people that live in the same house as me, they tell me what to do and when to do it and what i can't do. So forgive me if i look for some emotion rather than anger from someone." You cross your arms and sit back against the couch.

"We have these rules to keep you safe." Wooyoung speaks up. Poor Wooyoung, he's always caught up between you and San fighting "Do you remember what your life was like before San took you in?" Those words boil your blood, because it was hell before San came along. You were starved, beaten, used, and tortured to exhaustion nearly every day. Your blood was drained dangerously low several times. If San hadn't came along....

"She would have died." San finishes your thought while looking out the window. "I'm the reason she's living-"

"Living?!" You interrupt. "What about this is living?! I'm just your information bunny and sex toy. Living would be able to have my own free will!" You stand from the couch, chest heaving and nails digging into your palms. San winces in pain, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You have free will Y/n." San glares at you. Wooyoung stands beside him, rubbing his arm to calm him down. "Oh right. i'm so sorry that i forgot about stalking people to get your gossip fetish." You make sure to use your sarcastic voice that always manages to piss San off.

"Stop it Y/n." San gives you a warning glare.

"Do you need me so sit and look pretty for you to show off?"

Wooyoung speaks up. "Y/n..."

"Or how about you send me to a dangerous place to have sex with someone because you don't have the balls to do it you-"

"DOWN!" San's voice echos through the room, forcing gravity to sit you upright on the couch.

Something washes over Wooyoung, fear or even maybe disgust. Either way it prompts him to back away from San several steps.

"San...."Wooyoung tries softly.

"You commanded me, You promised...." Tears well up in your eyes, your hands begin to shake as they struggle to unhinge from his vampire powers. "Master." They fall over your cheeks, you hate yourself for crying in front of them. True tears hurt worse than fake ones, to let others see them.

"That's enough San." Yeosang calmly says, entering the room with his arms crossed. "Let her go. Now." His tone is firm, glaring at San with dark Golden eyes, San glares back with the same color. Moments pass before San's eyes flinch away from his elder

"Y/n, upstairs." San rubs his eyes as Yeosang wins the fight-He always wins against San.

In your room you lock the door, shanking down your dress and hair pins. You go to your vanity and pull out one of the drawers, a packet of cigarettes lay there. You light one in the candle flame, you look strange in the mirror. Your hair was wavy-makeup still afoot on your face, White lingerie making your eyes hurt. But through the somber look on your face you still found yourself beautiful. Why is that? Why do you think sadness is pretty?

'CRASSK'

"It isn't fun being pretty when you have no one to show." Blood trickles down your arm from where you just smashed in the mirror, showing you the bight on your skin growing up your arm. 'I just want to leave here.' You think to yourself as you take another puff from your cancer stick.

"Y/n." It's Wooyoung on the other side of the door. "Are you okay?" Smoke begins to fill the air around you. You walk over to the large glass doors, opening them to the balcony where you lean onto the railing. The overlook on the forest used to comfort you when you first moved to the mansion and Yeosang would scare the living daylights out of you. Now it just reminds you of how far away from your freedom you are. The expand of the forest so far you see nothing but. Maybe if you stand out here long enough the scent of your blood will draw in a hungry vampire to kill you. At least it would give you an out from all this mess. The blood you remember. That's probably the reason Wooyoung came to check on you in the first place.

"I thought i told you no smoking." The stick between your fingers is plucked from you, making the ivory of your railing smudge as Wooyoung puts it out. "How did you get in here?" He grabs ahold of your arm, the arm San had claimed. "I broke the lock." Looking over your shouler, the door is in fact kicked in by the lock. "You know hurting yourself wont hurt him. Not like he hurts you." Wooyoung begins to lick at the fresh blood, stinging the cuts on your hand.

"I like to think it does." He grabs your face to look at him, he's sad, so very sad. "But it doesn't. You know it doesn't. So please.....Stop hurting yourself." He presses your foreheads together. "For me." He gently slides your lips together, waiting to see if you would pull back. Once you don't he moves your lips with his.

You pull back as you feel his hot tears fall onto your cheeks. "Wooyoung. Help me fix us, please i love you both so much. But i'm so close to loosing San."

"Oh sweet.....You've already lost him."

A/N: Hi this is kinda shitty but i tried to write on other things, and i just didn't have the energy to. This quarantine is taking it's toll on me and i'm slowly loosing my mind lol. But i put this little short out to help progress this little AU onward. Even though nothing really happened this part i promise it helps move the story along.

[karasuno-writing-club]

Achilles Heel - Tsukishima Kei X Miyako Yui (OC)

Prologue

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Flying was exhausting, especially after all the preparations that were made for Yui to enroll in highschool.

She gazed across the aisle to her sleeping parents, cuddled up together like newlyweds even though they have been married for 17 years. Yui smiled at the sight of her mother shifting in her sleep, which immediately made her father tighten his hold, both sound asleep. A lot of people she knew had parents who were divorced or about to be, so she was glad to see that her parents still loved eachother the same as they did when they married.

Noise prompted the blonde to flip her gaze further down the jet to her siblings, the twins were bound to be getting into as much trouble as they could for a pair of 9 year olds on a plane. Seeing as they were still at least an hour away from landing in Japan she stood from her seat and trecked back to entertain her brother and sister.

"Yui, wanna watch a movie with us ?" Her brother Sora asked watching his sister walk into view, the twins looked as tired as Yui felt but she knew they had trouble sleeping on flights. She was also reminded that they wouldn't be living together for the next 3 years which made her heart ache, "Sure, but as long as it's something good."

Yui didn't like to think about the reason she wasn't attending a private school in Tokyo like her father first suggested, the memories of what happened in Paris made her wish she could forget, so she decided that instead of moving with them to the capital she would stay in Miyagi Prefecture and attend Karasuno Highschool with her cousin Kiyoko.

A small town to become a small person, she hoped.

Apparently she didn't hope hard enough.

The tour of the school was scheduled for the day before Yui started classes, it was during club hours in the afternoon so that she didn't interrupt any classes. The principal was kind and she made sure to greet him with respect, sure she's lived in Europe for a few years but she still remembered her manners.

The school was reletively small, especially considering the prep school she went to in London as a child, Yui felt her heart begin to race and a smile begin to spread across her face. This seemed like the perfect place to focus on her studies and maybe make some real friends, one's who didn't already have some preconceived notions of who she was.

That's when the whispers started, excited murmurs of passing girls in the hallway and guys who poked their heads out of club rooms as she passed. Words hit her ears as she passed... New girl... Sports... CEO... Model... Rich...

So much for being invisible.

The feeling of dread didn't go away, even when her tour was brought out to the gym where the rythmic smack of a ball hitting the floor was audible from outside the closed doors. "This is the gym where the boys volleyball club is based," the principal informed her as he opened the door, Yui didn't even get the chance to breath before searing pain exploded through her head.

"Yui! Are you alright?" A familiar voice rung out and Yui sat up from her new spot on the floor to see the raven hair of her cousin, a concerned look on Kiyoko's face. Behind her a short red headed kid was freaking out looking like he saw a ghost and some other guys were chasing him.

"I'm fine, thank you for worrying" she answered with a smile only to feel the blood dripping from her nose. Everyone immediately began to make more of a fuss and Yui sighed before standing up. She gathered the red head was the one who hit the ball, short as he was that was a powerful hit that came from the other side of the court. After pulling a tissue from her bag to stop her bloody nose Yui walked calmly to the group of boys who were furiously ragging on the red head. Yui politely cleared her throat making the whole group fall silent and look at her. "Hey Red, your the one who hit that ball yeah?" She asked looking at him. He only seemed to get more scared, like he thought she was going to eat him, he looked two seconds away from bolting before Yui let out a small laugh, shocking everyone in the group. "That was a powerful shot there Ace, sorry for stopping the ball with my face, it's been a while since I've played." She joked with a warm smile. The red head registered what she said, his face blooming red as a tomato when he realised what she called him. Before anyone could get over their shock Kiyoko, the principal and another man who Yui assumed was a coach were fussing over her again, leading her away to the nurses office.

This was not how she thought her day would go. "I'm sorry for taking you away from your manager duties Onee-san, I'm sure you were really busy," Yui apologised to the girl sitting at her bedside after the nurse told her to rest for a few minutes. Kiyoko was a few years older than her and was in her final year of highschool, the two were close and grew up together as children before Yui's father got the design position in London when she was eight. Kiyoko was beautiful and kind, something that Yui noticed hadn't changed when she met Kiyoko the trainstation the night before to see her apartment for the first time. "Eh, don't worry about it, practice was almost over anyway," the older girl smiled, waving it off as no big deal, "I'm just sorry you got hurt, you're lucky you didn't hit your head or you might have had a concussion."

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock on the open door, a tall black haired guy stood at the door, one of the guys from the volleyball team. Kiyoko seemed to know as she immediately invited him in. "Daichi, this is my cousin, she's starting here tomorrow." The guy walked further into the room followed by what must have been the entire team, the room slowly because crowded and Yui did her best not to get overwhelmed. "Um, hello, I'm Miyako Yui, it's a pleasure to meet you all" she said letting her head bow to her new peers. A silent ba-dum raced through the entire team as they observed Yui's greeting, she was definitely cute.

In nearly complete unison the entire team burst into a definitely rehearsed apology for hitting her with the ball, the red head in the front still looking incredibly guilty but his face brightened then yui laughed softly. "Please there is no need, it was an accident so no harm done," before any introductions could be made though the nurse returned and shooed the team from the room.

The sun began to set when Kiyoko returned from changing back into her uniform and the girls set off home for the evening, catching up on the stories they missed since seeing each other last Christmas it was almost like Yui never left at all. Eventually the fork in the road came along where the girls would separate as Kiyoko lived in the old town while Yui's apartment was in the newer part of town near the train station. "Are you sure you will be ok walking on your own? It's getting dark," Kiyoko asked before Yui brushed her off saying she would be fine and that she would see Kiyoko here tomorrow morning to walk to school. the road was quiet as the sky darkened, the sun having gone down. A voice startled her and causes Yui to turn. "HEY, WAIT UP!"

Sure enough the red headed guy from the volleyball club pulled up next to her. "Miyako san, I'm sorry again for hitting you with the ball at practice today," he said rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. Yui smiled at him before one again saying that it was an accident and there was nothing to forgive. She learned Red was actually Hinata Shoyo and the two talked as Hinata offered to walk her the rest of the way home. Time went fast talking to the walking ball of energy and soon she stood on the step of her apartment waving her new friend goodbye.

Maybe this would be a fresh start after all.

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This is just a quick prologue introducing my Haikyuu OC Yui Miyako who is going to be the star of this story.

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Credit to the artists of the character drawings.

I used Iroha Igarashi from 3D Kanojo as reference to what Yui looks like, only her hair is blonde not pink.

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[queen-of-the-vampires]

i'm your what?

Characters: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader, Reader’s family

Word Count: 1,997

Warnings: just fluff

Summary: Your mom invited you and your boyfriend to visit her for the weekend. The problem was that you don’t have a boyfriend… Or do you? 

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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“Hey, mom,” you said over the phone for the millionth time. Ever since you left her house to go to college, she’s called you almost every day. She is the type of mother that worries all the damn time even though you’re an adult. You love her with all your heart, but she can get suffocating sometimes. What she doesn’t know is that you only ended up going to college for about a semester and then dropped out. College was a great experience, but it wasn’t for everyone.

Klaus is to blame for that since he was the one who found you in the first place. It happened after a brutal accident on campus that left you dying. Stabbing of 10 people, and you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Klaus happened to be strolling by with his brother when he heard you. Ever since he saved you, you two have been best friends.

In fact, the whole Mikaelson family was so kind to you. Of course, you heard the stories about the family, but that never changed your mind. Klaus turned you to save your life, and you have been trying to get used to the vampire life. It wasn’t easy, but Klaus was there to help you through it.

The only reason that you didn’t tell your mom you dropped out of college was the fact that she would demand you come home immediately so she can take care of you. The reason you didn’t tell her about vampires was because you valued her life. Everyone who got caught up in vampire problems ended up dead or turned, and you wanted to keep her from that. It was better for everyone else and herself if she was left in the dark.

“Sweetie! It’s so good to hear your voice. I tried calling you earlier,” she said.

“Sorry, mom. I was in class,” you lied. There was no way you’d be able to tell her you were drinking blood from humans and blood bags.

“Oh! How are they going? Are you getting good grades?” she asked in a cheery voice. Sighing, you thought to the conversation you had with your parents right before you left for school. She’s always wanted you to go into the medical field. It’s what you wanted until you almost died. Everything changed from that moment on, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“You know I am.”

“That’s good to hear, sweetie. How’s Elijah? I’ve heard you mention his name more than once.”

“Elijah? He’s good, doing great. Look, mom, I have to call you back. Class is starting.”

“Oh, okay. I love you!”

“I love you too,” you sighed before quickly hanging up.

“Class is starting?” Klaus said from behind you. Jumping slightly from the intrusion, you looked over your shoulder at the hybrid.

“Yeah, that was my mom. She still thinks I’m going to Whitmore to become a doctor. I can’t possibly bring her into this life. She’s safe this way,” you admitted.

“Yeah makes sense. Well, you better get back to your homework,” he smirked. Scoffing, you shook your head as you went back to reading. Some witches came into town looking for some spell they hadn’t seen in such a long time, and Klaus said you would be happy to look for them.

“Bite me,” you retorted back. The only thing you could hear besides the ticking of the clock was his melodic laugh as he walked down the hallway.

A few hours had passed, and you were still no closer in finding this goddamn spell. Klaus felt bad that he put you in this position so he decided to help out. Suddenly, your phone rang, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Mom! Hey!” you picked up on the first ring.

“Y/N are you busy this weekend?”

“Why?”

“I am inviting the whole family over for a little family weekend. I know your sisters will be delighted to see you,” she smiled. The majority of you knew that if you didn’t say yes, she would find some way to guilt you into coming.

“I guess I can make it,” you sighed.

“Great! Why don’t you bring Elijah along? It would be nice to get to know your boyfriend.”

“Gross, mom. Elijah isn’t my boyfriend,” you shuddered. He was a very nice man and a complete gentleman, but he wasn’t your type. When Klaus heard your reply, he smirked but didn’t say a word as he listened.

“Well, I want you to bring someone. I think it’s about time to settle down, don’t you think?”

“I do have a boyfriend, mom. It just isn’t Elijah,” you said in a quiet tone as if Klaus couldn't hear you already. It was embarrassing enough as it is, you didn't need him staring at you when you said your next words. “His brother is. His name is Klaus.”

“Great! Come by tomorrow afternoon. I’m so excited to meet this Klaus,” she said just as she ended the call.

“So I’m your boyfriend now?” You could practically feel his ego grow.

“Please Klaus? My mother is having this family weekend at her house, and she won’t stop pestering me about getting a boyfriend. At least this way she’ll get off my back.”

“Sorry, darling. I don’t do family weekends.”

“Please? I’ll do your laundry for a month,” you tried to persuade him. All he did was give you a look as he shook his head.

“I don’t think so.”

“I’ll go to your ball as your date. I know you’ve been wanting me to go to one of those things,” you smirked, knowing you got him there. Whenever he hosted a ball, he’s always asked you to go, but you hated dancing, the small talk, and the crowds of people.

“You got yourself a deal,” he smiled widely, showing off those adorable dimples.

“You are a lifesaver!” you exclaimed as you got up, going over to him and planting a kiss on his cheek. “We can leave tonight,” you squealed as you left the room to get ready. With your vampire hearing, you could hear the groan that left his mouth, but you couldn’t see the smile that was on his face.

“Okay, here, these are her favorite flowers, and no mentioning anything about vampires” you coached Klaus, handing him the bouquet of lilies you picked up. Klaus took the flowers as the two of you walked up the steps to her front door. Knowing it was open, you walked inside before taking off your jacket.

“Mom! I’m here!”

“Y/N!” your mother exclaimed as she walked out of the kitchen to embrace you with a hug. “It’s so good to see you.”

“Mom, this is Niklaus Mikaelson. Klaus, this is my mom,” you introduced them.

“Please, call me Klaus,” he said as he was about to shake her hand. Your mom dismissed the hand and went straight for the hug.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“Here,” he said after he pulled away. “These are for you.”

“What beautiful flowers! Such a gentleman,” she winked at you, accepting the flowers. As soon as she disappeared into the kitchen, your 6-year-old sister came running down to see you.

“Y/N!” she screamed, jumping into your arms.

“How’s my favorite sister?” you grinned.

“Very funny,” your other sister who just turned 16 said as she walked into the room. Setting down April, you hugged Alexis before walking to the living room with Klaus. Sitting down on the couch, Klaus took the one next to you before putting his arm around your shoulders. Blushing, you tried not to let Klaus know just how you were feeling. Ever since he saved you, you’ve always had a thing for him.

At first, you thought you were in love with the act he performed, but you loved him for him once you got to know him. The only reason you never said anything to him was because one, he was drop-dead gorgeous, and two, he was a 1,000-year-old hybrid. You were so out of his league.

“So,” your mother said as she walked into the room carrying a tray of hot chocolates, “tell me how you two met.” Widening your eyes, you tried to think of an appropriate response when Klaus took over.

“It was actually at a party that my family threw,” he began. Confused, you listened to what he had to say because you met on the night you were dying, never before. “She was talking to my brother, Elijah, and she looked so carefree. She was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Still is, to this day. I knew she would make an excellent doctor one day. She’s an amazing person, and I’m glad to call her mine.”

“Wow, that is beautiful,” your mom said with a smile. Staring at Klaus, you wondered why he never told you this. Does that mean he likes you? Before anyone else could say more, the kitchen timer went off. “Oh, that’s the food. Y/N come help me please.”

Standing up, you looked at Klaus once more before leaving the room.

“I think he loves you,” your mother suddenly said.

“What?” you panicked, peeking into the living room to see Klaus talking with your sisters. You had to be careful with what you said, he could hear everything. “No, he doesn’t mom.”

“Y/N, I saw the way he was looking at you and how he talked. He loves you. Do you love him?” she asked. Looking back into the living room, Klaus was now tickling April while Alexis filmed it.

“I think I do,” you whispered, barely audible.

“Dinner’s set!” your mom yelled as she set the table. Three pairs of footsteps rushed to the kitchen, and you made brief eye contact with Klaus before he took a seat.

“So, Klaus, what do you do?” your mom asked.

“I am an entrepreneur.”

“Oh? What kind of businesses do you own?”

“Quite a lot. I like to have my options open for possibilities.”

“Smart,” she said before leaning closer to you. “Good choice in men, Y/N.”

“Mom,” you whispered, knowing he could hear everything. All you wanted to have was a nice dinner without your mother scaring Klaus away. As if he had anything to be afraid of.

“Thanks for this evening. What you said earlier, you made it look real,” you said to Klaus after everything was done. To be alone, you decided to go for a walk to your childhood park.

“I had to sell it, right love?” It was then you knew he didn’t really love you. He said all that stuff to make it look real.

“Right,” you nodded. Walking to the park, you spotted the swing set you always played on every day after school. “I always came here as a child. I loved the swings. Try it.”

Taking a seat on one of the swings, Klaus watched you lightly move back and forth. He stepped closer as if he was going to the other swing, but he made a different call. He grabbed the chains of yours before pulling you closer. He took a few steps closer to you, making you the perfect height to stare into your eyes.

“I lied. I didn’t say it because I had to sell it. I said it because I meant it,” he confessed, cupping your cheeks.

“What?”

“Out of all the times I could have said that and did this,” he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. Shock filled your senses before you shook it off. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kissed him back slowly but passionately.

“What does this mean?” you whispered against his lips. He pulled away slightly, only to rest his forehead against yours.

“It means I love you,” he admitted. Smiling, you leaned in and kissed him once more. See? Klaus can be more than just a scary hybrid.

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[bbykpoper]

Bitter Sweet Symphony

Jae x reader

part 14 - Hog's Head Inn

words: probably somewhere around 2.8k

A/N: I know that the timeline of the song and story don't match but just like ignore it please? Thank you. Also, I hope nobody gets offended by me mixing stuff up... it's called fiction for a reason🙄

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Y/N glared over playfully at Jae and his friends as they both snorted out a laugh. Wonpil had woken up and proceeded to spam the girl with funny pictures of Jae, but at the same time sent some questioning photos of Y/N herself to the Slytherin boy. And now, both were wagging war on twitter, almost crashing the app on both of their phones.

Sunmi glanced at the girl sitting opposite her at the table and smiled in amusement as she observed her reactions to the Slytherin blond boy with the soft rimmed glasses. Even though they started out on the wrong foot, it seems they are slowly gravitating to one another in a finer manner.

"Sunmi-unnie." Momo whispered to grab the Ravenclaw girl's attention. "Don't you think Y/N-unnie and Jae-oppa would make a good couple?"

Sunmi almost choked on her butterbeer as the younger Hufflepuff looked on to the two. If even the dull Momo managed to figure out the chemistry between these two then who hasn't?

"I agree little Momo. They would make the fine pair." Sunmi nodded and caught the angered gaze of Sungjin directed at Jae. 'Ho, do I smell jealousy?' She smiled at the thought only for it to be broken by a ping on Y/N's phone.

The girl quickly scanned the message she got and sighed, standing up and grabbing the blue coat which was drapped over her chair. She met eyes with Jae and smirked at him endaringly.

"We'll continue our banter later snake boy." She said as she looked back over to Sunmi. "Don't wait up for me, I probably won't be back until curfew."

"Alright. I'll bribe our head girl again if you stay out later." Sunmi nodded. "Be careful Y/N."

"Thank you." She hugged the older girl. "And don't worry so much about me, I'll be fine."

And with that Y/N went off towards the exit, noticing just how much Jae was following her every move with his eyes.

"See you later, Jae." Y/N stopped short when the older boy blushed at her use of his name and at the same time blushed back.

She quickly scurried out the door into the cold and headed up the street away from the Three Broomsticks Inn.

"What the hell was that Y/N? Get yourself together damn it."

And with that she walked towards the Hog's Head Inn.

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Just as Y/N left the Three Broomsticks Sungjin turned to Jae anger evident in his eyes. Sunmi also noticed the shift in atmosphere because the Slytherin boy wasn't blushing so much anymore, rather he was now coldly staring at his Gryffindor friend.

"What?" Jae asked out loud.

"What? You dare ask me what when you know very well what?!" Sungjin looked like a volcano ready to errupt any second.

"You're mad at me because I talked to Y/N." Jae sighed and rolled his eyes. "I don't remember you having any power over me or her to ban us from talking."

"Jae you know I like her!" Sunmi coughed just as Momo took a very loud bite of her cookie. "I have a feeling you like her too and she likes you. Which means I have no chance to get close to her what so ever!"

Jae's eyes only grew colder as he looked at his younger friend with a slight annoyance in his expression. Both Younghyun and Dowoon moved over to the table where the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girl sat, fearing the worst and not exactly wishing to be in the middle of this little argument.

"Sungjin, I really don't care what you are thinking about right now and the fact that I have to walk on egg shells around you is getting on my last nerve more than you know." Jae stood up loudly and sighed. "I'm going to be the bigger person here and leave the room so a fight doesn't break out between us, but remember this well Sungjin." Jae's pointed look stayed on the dark haired boy just as four pairs of eager eyes observed him from the next table. "I do like Y/N, and I will not give up on her just because you don't have the balls to confess to her."

And with that the Slytherin boy left the Inn, a very awkward silence falling between the students present.

-

The Hog's Head Inn had a distinctive smell of stale mold as Y/N walked inside. She noticed not many people ever visited this place and the people in here seemed to be either very grumpy old men or some very sketchy students.

No wonder this place was always full of Slytherins.

The girl proceeded to walk towards the rusty old stairs and took one at a time with caution as to not fall through the creacking wood. It didn't take her much time at all to reach the upstairs sitting room where a man in dark robes sat tending to the fire. With a heavy intake of breath, which almost suffocated the girl thanks to the pilled up dust of this place, she walked over to the empty seat beside the man and patted off the dirt from the cushion as much as she could before sitting down.

"It's good to see you daughter." The man spoke, his dark almond eyes meeting Y/N's presence.

"I could say the same to you, but we both know that would be a lie." The girl grumbled out. "Why am I here?"

"Straight to the point I see. No wonder your mother is angered with your sharp tongue." The man smiled softly. "It's the same as hers."

Y/N rolled her eyes not answering nor speaking further.

"It's a blessing to be able to summon a patronus Y/N. And you did that all by yourself without trying beforehand. I must compliment you on the execution of the spell perfectly." The man spoke as he leaned back into the armchair he was sitting on. "I spoke with Dumbledore and he praised your school work as much as your talent for quidditch. I'm very proud of your progress." The girl rolled her eyes at those words. "I have taken the liberty of asking Headmaster Dumbledore to let you take a break from school for a few days so you may visit your mother and brother."

Y/N eyes hardened at these words but she kept her tongue at bay. It wasn't the time yet to attack the man out of nowhere like that with her clear displeasure of these events.

"And why would I agree to this?" She asked stoic.

"Y/N, you haven't seen your mother or brother for the last 5 years of your school life. You always stay at Hogwarts for the holidays and never answer any of the letters your mother sends you." Y/N's gaze never wavered from the fire. "I know you and Sao don't have the strongest of sibling bonds but they are still your family."

"I thought I wasn't her daughter anymore since Sao didn't show any affinity to magic and I did." It was more of a statement than a thought. "I'm not leaving Hogwarts in the middle of the school term just because the woman can't apologise and for a brother that doesn't want to see me."

Y/N stood to go but stopped short at her father's next words.

"I don't wish to take these means but if you don't go I will have to resign you from Hogwarts for good." Y/N's eyes filled with wide anger bore into her father's. "I'm sorry daughter, but it's the only way."

-

The students of Hogwarts who lingered in the halls all began moving left and right as Y/N went full speed down in a running motion, her coat flailing behind her like a majestic cape. She was taking twists and turns and stairs two at a time to reach the Gargoyle corridor where Headmaster Dumbledore's office is located. With heavy breaths she stopped in front of the gargoyle and tapped it on the head for it to wake up.

The gargoyle stirred and glared at the girl as she only huffed before saying the password.

"Iced mice." The gargoyle groaned but moved letting the girl pass through.

She climbed all the way up to the office, entering it with a soft knock.

"My my Miss Jeong, I don't remember telling you the password to my office." Dumbledore spoke up from his seat behind his desk.

He smiled kindly through his long white beard and gestured for the girl to come closer and take a seat.

"Is it true?" Y/N didn't move from her standing postition in the middle of the room. "Is it true that my father will be taking me out of school if I don't leave?"

"Miss Jeong calm down." Dumbledore stood up and walked around his desk to face the girl fully. "It is true your father requested your absence for a few days but I have not given him permision. I believe that only you may choose if you wish to leave or not."

"But he said he'll take me away..." Y/N fidgeted with the sleeves of her coat not understanding what was happening.

"Miss Jeong you have nothing to fear. Professor Flitwick has been notified of this and will not allow such actions to take place. Do get some rest, curfew is soon upon us." The headmaster smiled as a confused Y/N went to leave. "Oh and Miss Jeong?" The girl turned around. "We'll talk about you knowing about the password to my office tomorrow. Good night."

Y/N moved through the halls not paying attention to anything or anybody. The halls were mostly empty with a few prefects walking about to check who is still out to remind them of their curfew. And just as she turned the corner she bumped into somebody stopping in her zombie like pace.

"Y/N?"

She looked up to be met with a thick tuff of blond hair covering a pair of eyes behind some glasses.

"Jae?" She blinked a few times until she burst into a fit of soft sobs and grabbed onto the taller boy's green bomber jacket. "...Jae..."

Jae barely had time to come to terms with the fact that: a) his crush had just called him by name while sobbing, b) his crush is literally clinging to him and c) the Slytherin prefect is out looking for students that are out after curfew and he's one of them. So what does Jae do? Jae gently takes Y/N's hand and they run through the halls to the more secluded part of the Hogwarts castle and hide in one of the many towers where they will not be bothered.

"Are you okay?" Jae asked Y/N as he gently sat down next to her on the ground.

"No." She squeaked out and sniffed.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He asked her again.

"No." She answered again.

Jae blinked but nodded understanding her completely. He felt a small hand wrap around his and he blushed intensely when the smaller girl placed her head on his shoulder.

"Just... stay here... like this..." She whispered out.

"Okay, I can do that." Jae said nervous, adding in a giggle or two. "I can do that no problem."

Y/N only snorted but tried to calm down her extenseve sobbing. Jae placed his head on the cold wall and began humming softly to a song in his head, earning a curious glance from the girl.

Y/N kept quiet as she listened to the soft humms of the young boy.

"That's pretty, what's the title?" Y/N asked.

"Oh? Well it's a song by a muggle band, The Verve." Jae looked down at Y/N. "Bitter Sweet Symphony."

"Kind of sums up my life right now." Y/N giggled and looked up at Jae.

Their faces were only inches appart, their breaths mixing as their eyes lingered on each other. Y/N felt the mint radiate off of his lips just as Jae enjoyed the smell of lillies from her hair. The milisecond of bounce in Jae's eyes that went from her eyes to her lips didn't go unnoticed by the girl and she darted the tip of her tongue out to wet her plump lips.

"Oh fuck it." Jae hissed and leaned in to the girl fully, placing his lips on hers.

The kiss was hesitant at first, Jae being so unsure and slowly regretting the fact that he even made a move. That is until Y/N placed her arms around his neck and kissed him back, catching him by surprise. His hands travelled down to her hips just as the girl climbed onto his lap, their lips moving in union.

When they pulled back from each other to grab a hefty fine of air Jae noticed the lust in Y/N's eyes and she too noticed the need in his. The girl only smirked and kissed the boy again.

"Oh fuck it well Jae." Y/N pushed him down to the floor just as he moaned into her mouth at the sudden friction of his lower body.

The sudden darkness of the lonesome tower aided the two in this night adventure as both did their best to keep the noise to a minimum.

-

[seenashwrite]

Hey! I was wondering if you could help me out a bit? I'm about to post a one shot, as I was wondering what I put st the top other then how many words and such? I'm just beginning to actually post stories and I want to get things right haha. Sorry if I'm disturbing you or anything!

Oh lovely @spookyphsyco - you have come to the right type-A advice-giver. And you have graciously made this about me, so that I don’t have to. [wink]

Legit apologias if any of what’s below the cut seems patronizing. I’ve tried to inject snark to make it an easier read. I also say sh*t, possibly other blah-blah of a potty-mouthed nature. 

Short version:

Status: Word Count: Category: Rating: Character(s): Pairing(s):Warnings: Author’s Note(s):Overall Summary:

Essentially I put what I like to see, with ever-so-slight, atypical tweaks. Long version/breakdown is after the jump. The ones with stars I think should be exactly where I put them, with the others shuffled however you’d prefer.

* Status:

Complete 

Part ___ of ____

for multi-parts (a.k.a., a mini-series) 

IMO, the ones around 2 or 3 parts; for me, it’s treading on “series” territory after 3

I just stick a ____ after “of” til I’m sure about how many parts

In-Progress 

could stick this after “part __ of ___” thought I find that redundant - this is definitely to be used for series, and which part you’re on should’ve already been noted above, a la “Title: Part __”  

* Word Count:  

I just round up the decimal point if it’s close to/over halfway to the next number, so…. 3,422 could be ”3.4K” or “3.5K”, whatever you like

If you put 3,422 it scares the shit out of people, even though that’ll maybe take 15 minutes to read. Maybe.

* Category: 

A.K.A. - what’s the genre?

The top ones you’ll see are “angst”, “fluff”, “smut”, “crack”, “real person fic/RP/RPF” - confusingly, I also see RPF = “role play fic - advise just type out “real person” and “role play”

I also see “series”, which, whatever - I’d prefer knowing that right off the bat at a glance, hence “status”, that’s up to your pref  

I mostly see Category kick off with either that, or something indicating what’s to come in terms of the life expectancy of your story line, followed with the above genres

Others by life expectancy would/could include:

drabble

imagine

request/”ask”

head canon

Side note: “cannon” = big boom, artillery-style; “canon” is short for canonical, a.k.a. - the official last word on fill-in-the-blank, so for us - the scripts/what we see on the show, Kripke, the writers, the actors, etc.

multi-part

one-shot

alternate universe/AU (which could branch into “AU: Historical”, “AU: Fantasy, “AU: Science Fiction”, etc.)

cross-over

Now, if it’s a cross-over that I want to be a surprise? I don’t mention the title of the movie/book/show If it doesn’t matter? Stick it in the Category (so “Crossover: Brooklyn 99″) plus it’ll also be made clear via the Character(s) category by listing them after the SPN peeps & before the O.C.

I personally don’t use those main five (see above, RE: anal-retentive stubborn mule) as they are too vague for my taste. 

When peeps pass my stuff along or in the rare instances they put me on a rec list, I couldn’t care less when they whip me under one of those or tag it as such, because that’s common parlance that I’m willfully eschewing. I sleep just fine on my fanfic pillow at night.

I use words like “behind-the-scenes canon-compliant”, “mystery”, “introspective”, “melancholia”, “friends-maybe-more”, “family”, “canon-compliant”, “friendship”, “adventure”, “humor”, “parody”, “spoof” - all [IMO] give a clearer idea without spoiling the plot

Special Nash Note regarding a specific pet peeve of mine that you can certainly take or leave, I won’t adore you any less:

Regarding Real Person Fic - the authors who disclaimer the tar out of these Wear. Me. Out. Just own it if you’re gonna do it, no caveats. I more-than-snark/borderline ranted about this here - surprisingly succinctly - should you want to see why

Take home: I find being really specific in your category helps keep your warnings/author’s notes blessedly tight & trimmed, more on that below. 

Rating: 

On this, I essentially use what I see around town, which is “Any”, “Teen & Up” and “18+” - or variations on this.

Nine outta ten, I’m going with “Teen & Up”, because I most always have dense, meaty plots or dry humor that require a fairly well-read person - I’m not being an asshole, it’s for their benefit. They’ll find it boring and/or too complex, it’s not their fault, they just haven’t had enough years on the planet to knock out a lot of books, y’know? 

Character(s): 

I list the not-mines first, and shut it down after maybe three or four, then cap it off with O.C. mention(s)

Sometimes I’ll do a parenthetical - like “Castiel (mentioned)” or “Crowley (briefly)” - because some people hate certain characters but love you or love the plot in general, so if they know someone they don’t like is only gonna be there vaguely, they’ll likely still give it a go

If there’s more - the minor not-yours or minor O.C.s - just put “various” at the end & and move on 

Also nice on multi-parters/series for you to only list the characters that appear in that specific post

I phrase the primary O.C.(s) like: “Female O.C./Reader/You”, something of that ilk.

Negates the need for “Reader Insert” in the categorization, because… well, it’s not how books are arranged online or in stores or in libraries. Perspectives [1st/2nd/3rd] are just that - perspectives - they aren’t genres.

Pairing(s): 

N/A if none, of course

This is one I am completely leaving up to you.

Having said that - dig through other folks’, see what tickles your fancy.

If you dig through mine - I think one I straight up said “Sam x Reader/Female O.C.” because it was an Ask, so the end result was pretty much out there, and on another I put something cheeky like “Endings are better when you don’t know what’s coming.”

And really, aren’t they?  Lookit, I figure if back on your Master Page/Master Post, you’re gonna end up categorizing them by “Angst” with sub-cats a la “Dean x Reader”, etc., may as well blow your wad from the get-go. 

Also remember this is coming from someone who keeps their O.C.s as vague as possible, so that anyone can imagine themselves in the character’s shoes. That’s for reader satisfaction. 

The selfish reason is because I want “Y/N” to die in a horrific fire where it is alive for >65% of the charring. It is so distracting. I’ve now digressed, tangent-style.

Warnings: 

Writing detailed canon? Or an AU that’s cribbing on canon? Whip a little “Spoilers up to Season _″ or what-have-you right out of the gate. 

Otherwise…. okay, biggest over-arching tip:

Things either ARE or they ARE NOT - refrain from going down a huge explanatory road here, a la “Could be considered this, but also could be looked at as that, and there’s sometimes….”

Oh. Sweet. Lord. Bring the chariots & take me now.

There’s a word for this, and it is “dubious”.  

So: “dubious non-consensual situation(s)”; “dubious incestual situation(s)”; etc. 

It’s the formal way of saying “YMMV”, a.k.a. “Your Mileage May Vary”.  I am likely not going to read into the threat of fill-in-the-blank if I’ve not experienced fill-in-the-blank. That’s why it is an “in the eye of the beholder” sort of jam - it’s open to interpretation….

…..but you gotta make sure it is - if Dean and Sam kiss each other with tongue, even once? That is incest. Not dubious. Nope. 

If there’s stuff possibly of concern that you’re not balls-out detailing, the tidy word for that is “allusion”. 

So: “allusion to past sexual trauma”; “allusion to past physical assault”; “allusion to sexual encounters”,etc.

On that last one: again, meaning off-handed comments about rolls-in-the-hay, not anything specific with vivid detailing.

Might want to tack “eventual” in front of these in certain circumstances - more on that in a sec. 

(PS: Writing tip? Shit in the past that made the characters who they are? Leave it there. Allude to it. Unless it is actually happening, no one caaaaaares - we only care about any ripple effects potentially impacting the current story.)

Language - again, things either ARE or they ARE NOT. 

I don’t care if it’s twice or every-other-piece-of-dialogue, or only in a couple of chapters - “mature language” or “coarse language”. Boom. You’re done. Covers cursing and dirty talk and the lot.

Sexy Times - yeah, it may say “smut” under your category/genre, but it doesn’t hurt to toss a clarification or two  

Some folks consider smut “he touched me here” and some folks don’t consider it smut til “he ran his tongue here”. 

I’d go with “graphic sex” or “explicit sex” if you have any wavering on the issue of what to put. But, again: it either is, or it isn’t - if it’s not allusion, then it’s graphic/explicit

Some folks tack on really, really, really specific facets here, where I think a parenthetical would do, and one that covers a gamut, so:

Graphic Sex (anal) this covers digital penetration & toys

Graphic Sex (multiple partners) this covers three-ways and four-ways and… and…. and….

Graphic Sex (kinks) this covers role-playing and toys and voyeurism and… and… and…

Side note: I have noticed that dog-in-heat genre - A/B/O, right? - is listed separately from kinks. Not my jam, so ya got me, I ain’t your gal to consult on this area

I’m not going on - you catch my drift. People who list every type of toy and kink baffle me. Cover the spread, move on, you can always put an asterisk and stick it below the “read more” to be as specific as you like. 

I say this because if a person’s not into “toys” in general? Why on earth would they read on after that warning above.  Also plays into my whole “stories are often better when you don’t know the end” stance. Because they are, dagnabbit. 

Some folks tack on “unprotected sex”, and fine, okay. Would suggest that if you want to add on some sort of advisement of “don’t do that”, “glove up”, “be safe” and what not, you whip an asterisk on there - “unprotected sex*” - and stick it in an Author’s Note post-story, more on those in a sec.

Violence - go with “graphic violence” and “mild-to-moderate violence”

The latter implies TV-level gore/horror, and the former implies movie/cable TV-level. 

If you want, you could quantify it that way - like “show-level violence” or “movie-level violence” (if doing Avengers or Star Trek or whatnot)

Side note: if you’re going for no-holds-barred, Ash Vs. Evil Dead-level action?  Go on & stick “horror” in your category/genre, methinks

Character Death / Major Character Death  

I have never understood this as a warning, seek advisement from someone else on this point. Legit.

That is a major plot point. Why in this world people would want to spoil themselves on major plot points is beyond me. 

Besides, can we stop treating readers like infants? You’ve given an age range/rating. You’ve said there’s violence. You’ve categorized it as angst (or “sorrow” or “mourning” or WHATEVER) and that paints the picture for me, an over-18 adult, one who has heeded the violence and sorrow alerts and has chosen to proceed. YMMV. Nash don’t get it. I’ve gone all tangent-y again. 

Warnings, Part Two - Stories With Two Or More Parts:

So let’s say there’s a kidnap-and-ransom that involves the villain making a threat of raping the captive. But it happens in Chapter Five. 

That “allusion to non-consensual situation” is, of course, told to the reader up front, and here’s the times when you may wanna tack “eventual” on it. 

Then have an “Additional Warnings” or “Chapter Warnings” section on just this chapter post. They chose to read the thing after seeing that broad warning, I know, but it’s still nice to warn them so they aren’t reading it on lunch break at the office or something.

Side note: when doing multi-parters/series, just copy/paste all this stuff on top of each post, then tuck this “extra” note below the overall warning items

Author’s Note(s):   

N/A 

Use this liberally. There should not be a ton to say after you’ve done all that’s above.

The exception here - as in, a “regular appearance” kind of Author’s Note since it doesn’t really fit anywhere else, is an acknowledgment of any editor(s) who may have assisted.

Another to file under “common parlance” - they are called “Beta(s)”/”Beta Reader(s)” around here, even though technically a beta would be someone who’d be your first reader of the final product, post-edit, and pre-publish. [shrugs]

Advise you not wax poetic on their awesomeness - takes up too much space - do your gushing privately, no one cares about your excited feels for that person [sorry-not-sorry] 

Plus it’s kind’ve bizarre - for me, at least - to see effusive praise heaped upon an editor should I read on and find myriad mistakes I’d naturally assume they missed, which brings me to an example of another unneeded note….

…the one post-beta acknowledgment that goes “…so any mistakes below are all mine”.  ????  What, so you had ‘em do all that for you, followed by ignoring the errors they pointed out? Error’s an error. I suspect they mean not altering verbiage or flow or a suggestion of that ilk, but still. Just acknowledge them by their “@” and move on. I digressed.

Regarding challenges - and this is a “Nash Thing” - I advise you don’t put the challenge info here, above the story. 

All it does it lengthen your top note and keep people from the story once they’ve decided to read. I actually went back & re-formatted for this on a lot of my stuff because it made the top part way too long. 

I suggest you put “Author’s Note(s):Post-Story” and lay it out there - the challenge name, whose challenge it is and the prompt. Why?

If you tell readers the prompt - and another “Nash Thing” is that I don’t bold mine - they will subconsciously be on the lookout for it, which takes away the point of the challenge - to seamlessly integrate a random thing

Other “post-story” can be any inspiration you may’ve used - like songs or the details on a cross-over piece. 

For cross-overs, this is a nice place to do a little “Various characters/settings used, verbiage style and minor plot points inspired by Joss Whedon’s Buffy the Vampire Slayer”. 

Plus, you can put links to vid clips or pics of the cast or links to the song or c&p lyrics of the song - whatever. Point is, it doesn’t take up story space so readers can pass it by if they so choose

* Overall Summary: 

My preference is that this is the last thing I see before I start the story, because I’ve seen all the details above, I’m almost sold, and this is what’s going to get me to scroll. Well, initially. First-scroll page-closers are another topic. 

“idk, i’m not good at these/i suck at these/omg these are so hard/i can’t really say”   –  No, no, no, you said plenty. You just told me you write garbage & that I shouldn’t waste my time.

Sometimes these will be a handful of sentences, and I’ve found that when I’m being cheeky on a parody/humorous story, that’s when they tend to be longer - mainly because I’m really trying to drive home that this is not merely “fluff” or “crack”. It’s what I said it was in “Category” - it’s “humor” and/or “parody”. 

Normally: one-to-two short-ish sentences or three quick sentences. 

No really. 

No, really. I don’t care how long the story is. 

Now, the novel-length ones? Maaaaybe a quickie paragraph of, say,4-to-5 brief - BRIEF - sentences for the umbrella. Then - like we were talking about with the chapter specific warnings? - you can delete the “overall” summary or tack on underneath a sentence about the chapter below IF something pertinent should be noted/you’d want to know it if you were the reader.

Am I an asshole if I put examples of mine? Eh. Here you go, and I stuck an example of an atypical A/N below, as well as what my longest looks like. The Mobile Master has pretty much the same descriptors as the story post itself, but none of the rest of this stuff - if the summation grabs ‘em, then they’ll click through for more of the scoop.

A Delicate Desiccation - they’re told about melancholy, but my stories had been out for awhile, so I *did* pop an atypical A/N (because it wasn’t really a warning, per se) on there to tell the regulars that this was a darker piece than they’d be used to; if I told more than I did in that summary - and shit, I give a big ass breadcrumb via the title card, not to mention the wording of the summary - it would wreck the ending.

Top of the World - novel-length, and readers get blips of a summary for each chapter (at least, on AO3, as FFnet doesn’t allow for it). The chapters average 10K. I did not come to play. It’s structured to read like you’re watching a season of behind-the-scenes-canon SPN, I’ve been clear I’m doing it in tandem with the active season(s), so I’m not gonna warn them “SPOILERS!” every chapter. I’m tired. I’m old. My fingers hurt, Spooks. My keyboard’s angry with me.  

Hope this helps! Or at least didn’t give you a headache. You’re ahead of the game already, just by asking the question. I think you rock. And I’m always right about knowing these sorts of things about people.

So sayeth the Nash, so say we all. 

[bookloversreviewer]

Shattered Stars by Shari J Ryan

Release Date: April 4, 2019

Cover Design: MadHat Books

Synopsis

“You will lose your memory.”

That’s what a doctor told me at just twenty-nine years old.

My headaches and exhaustion weren’t from overexertion like I thought.

It was more. A lot more.

Despite my unimaginable challenges,

I found love at a time I needed it most.

Layne, a rising star and popular frontman,

was unknowingly singing life into my soul through his allusive lyrics.

I lived and breathed for the mesmeric sound of his voice.

Kismet led us to a kind of love anyone would die for.

However, Layne shouldn’t be stuck loving me after I begin to forget him.

We will once again be strangers, separated by a crowd.

I can no longer promise him a future like the one he vowed to me.

Layne is determined to help me get better.

I’m determined to make him see past my illness.

The outcome … to be determined.

Goodreads

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Excerpt

“Hey! What did you think?” Layne, the frontman, jogs over to us and gives Lexi a hug.

“You guys are insanely amazing,” Lexi responds. “Like, blew us away.”

“Oh yeah?” Layne asks, glancing over at me. Lexi is speaking on behalf of both of us, which gives me a free pass to avoid conversation and just take in the scene, but I feel I need to praise them too.

“You were seriously incredible. I can see why you won that battle.” I just made it sound like they were fighting a war by signing music, but if that’s the worst thing that comes out of my mouth tonight, we should all be so lucky.

“That means a lot, thank you,” Layne says, staring at me as if I look fascinating. Sometimes I feel like my past is tattooed on my forehead and everyone I meet already knows what path I’ve walked along.

Layne shakes his head to the side, shuffling the hair away from his eye. It’s weird that I want to touch his hair. It’s even weirder that he’s been talking to me and I haven’t heard a word he has said. “You okay?” When I refocus on his face, his lip is curled to the side, the side where he has the lip ring.

“I’m so sorry, I think my ears are still ringing a bit. What did you just say?” I ask him, trying to hide the fact that I was too busy gazing at him with imaginary hearts in my eyes.

“I asked how long you and Lexi have been friends?” He combs his fingers through the sides of his hair, pushing the strands away from his face, piercing emerald eyes. With dark brows and lashes, there’s an immediate pull to his alluring stare. He’s stunning and fascinating. He also asked me a question for the second time.

“Oh, um, we have been friends since we were babies actually. Our moms are friends, so we kind of grew up like sisters.”

“That’s awesome,” he says, glancing over at Lexi, who is biting down on her bottom lip, while staring into Johnny’s eyes. How is it, some of us have the natural born instinct to flirt, while the rest of us have knees that threaten to collapse the moment anyone looks in our direction? It’s not fair. I have no game. Not that I need a game because there isn’t a game I could possible win with my life trailing behind me like a ball and chain. I love Aly, but I could have given her a different kind of love five to ten years from now too. “Damn, I think Lexi has a thing for Johnny.”

“She does,” I tell Layne, ratting her out like an awful friend. I slap my hand over my mouth, “Crap, don’t repeat that, and I hope that doesn’t bother you ... like, I mean, if you have a thing for Lexi.” My foot can leave my mouth now.

Layne’s eyes narrow against his smile, his smile that reveals two perfectly located dimples by the corners of his lips. As the face of this band, he gives the fans a good reason to sit and watch them, but with the music I heard tonight, all the guys could be hideous and no one would care. It only helps that he’s gorgeous and he’s probably turned many local women into rock fans. “I don’t think I have to inform Johnny that Lexi has a thing for him. It seems like he’s gotten the hint,” Layne says. I glance over my shoulder again and yup, Johnny got the hint. Their lips are locked and if steam could release from hot bodies, the smoke alarms would be going off. “And I’m okay with it because Lexi and I aren’t into each other like that.”

“Huh, did they already know each other?” I ask Layne. I thought I would know who Lexi has been spending her time with, but I’ve been a little preoccupied.

Layne shakes his head, looking past me, toward them. “Nope, I don’t think they’ve officially met before tonight.”

“Well, I guess when you have no fears, you do what the moment tells you do, right?” I say.

Once again, Layne seems fascinated by the simple little remark I’ve made, and I can’t understand what it is that is so enlightening about my nervous chatter. “It’s funny you say that about fears. I wrote this song about fears, and you totally just hit the nail on the head.”

I know the song. I know it very well. It spoke to me two years ago when I heard it the first time, and it spoke to me again tonight when I heard it. “I think I’ve heard it,” I tell him, trying to sound casual about my love for his music. In fact, the song we’re both talking about is the song that drew me in as a “Divi-O Groupie.”

“You had heard of it before tonight? We haven’t performed here in a couple years.”

“Yeah, I remember it,” I tell him, biting down on the tip of my thumb.

Layne seems frozen within his star-lit smile and unblinking stare. “It’s my favorite of all our songs, but we were following trends and, you know how it goes. Oddly enough, we’ve been talking to a record label about that song, but I am talking too much and shouldn’t have said that to you, so pretend I stopped talking like thirty seconds ago.” He laughs and covers his hand over his face, showing off pen scribbles across his fingers, weaving in and out of the several rings I saw flashing around while he was running back and forth across the stage with the microphone, pouring his heart out of his lungs.

“Your secret is safe with me,” I tell him. “Now we each have something to forget.”

“Thank you,” he says, tugging at a loose curl beside my ear.

I hold my breathe when his hand comes near me, but it’s gone just as fast, hanging back down by his side.

Breathe.

“I think you got a little pen on your fingers there,” I point out, looking for a way to change the subject away from our spewed secrets. Seriously though ... a record label? That’s insane.

“Yeah, I’m a sloppy artist,” he says, admiring his smudged artwork. “I have these three or four lines of a couple songs that always seem to slip my mind so I write them on my hand, but then I end up sweating them off during the show. I think the actual method of writing the words down helps me remember though, so it became a habit.”

Okay so he’s not just drawing on his hand for the sake of looking badass, which is sweet. My heart is already flopping around in my chest like a fish out of water, but I have to toss it back because I can’t take part in this type of lifestyle. Of course, I can’t exactly go anywhere now either since Lexi is still playing tongue tag with the drummer.

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