#spell by dance unit

[dosa-sambhar]

no thoughts just "adila kia akia syurapoe"

[wooziloves]

Do u guys know how much money I would have paid to see the performance team swap with vocal so we would get Yeogi Ocean View Woozi??? Way too much. Way, way too much.

[octowoman2419]

i had this one dream one night where i met geno from mario rpg. then at one point, the dream shifted to the name of mihaly (the shaman coach from just dance 2024) appearing hundreds and hundreds of times in front of me.

which reminds me of an idea i had:

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Can you do aemond x reader x cregan ?? Reader has a thing with aemond b4 the dance, but after aegon is crowned, she goes with jace to the winterfell and ends up with cregan ?? 🖤♥️

Request: Cregan smut pleaaaaase

A longer fic for Cregan is in the work (Jacaerys twin!Reader), but these take more time to write...so be patient

Warnings: 18+, smut, implied cheating (sort of), oral (f receiving) 

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Cregan Stark wasn't immune to your charms. It didn’t take him long to fall under the spell of the Queen’s daughter, captivated by your breathtaking beauty and fierce determination. 

Since the day you and Jacaerys landed in Winterfell, you and the northern Lord had many occasions of getting physically closer, but Cregan refused to engage in anything with someone who was already promised to another. He didn’t want that kind of trouble. 

Yet, he found himself drawn to your presence, unable to deny the stirring of emotions you awakened within him whenever you were around. He felt drawn to you in a way he had never experienced before.

But control was more difficult when he had a few cups of wine at supper. 

Cregan stopped at the junction of the guest wing and his private quarters, the flickering torch lights casting shadows on the stone walls of Winterfell. ‘’I should not accompany you to your chamber tonight, Princess,’’ he said, his voice thick with restraint as you walked through the corridors.

‘’Why not?’’ you asked, raising an eyebrow as you stepped closer to him. ‘’You agreed on a cup of wine.’’

‘’I did. But I'm afraid I will not be able to resist to temptations if I am alone with you,’’ Cregan admitted, his gaze locking onto yours with a mix of desire and hesitation. ‘’And I cannot give in to such desires.’’ 

You chuckled softly, leaning against the cold stone wall and looking up at him with a mischievous glint in your eye. ‘’And what’s so wrong with a little temptation?’’ You paused for a moment, your gaze wandering over his tall frame, taking in his rugged features and muscular build. You bit your lower lip gently before continuing. ‘’Is the Lord of the North not allowed to indulge in pleasure?’’ 

Cregan's breath hitched as he struggled to keep his composure. ‘’I am allowed to indulge in pleasure, Princess. But you are already promised to another man,’’ he said, the long silver hair and black eyepatch of Aemond Targaryen flashing through his mind. ‘’Giving in to my desires would make my people question my honor toward others.’’

Your feelings for Aemond had once been true and pure, which led to your betrothal. It was also a good way to unite the families. A date had been set for your wedding and ravens had been sent through the realms announcing the big day, but your grandsire died and Aemond became a traitor to the crown. It didn’t surprise you that he stood by his brother’s side. Aemond had always been loyal to his family, it was part of who he was. What surprised you was the raven the Greens sent to Dragonstone to summon you to King’s Landing and bend the knee to their new King. 

Saying goodbye to the person you once loved was difficult, but you could not see yourself at the side of someone who supported the man who stole your mother’s throne. 

‘’Aemond Targaryen supports the usurper. Our betrothal is no more. I belong to no man,’’ you declared. 

Cregan leaned closer to you, his body only a few inches apart from yours. His eyes roamed over your features, lingering on your lips before returning to meet your gaze. ‘’Does he know?’’ he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You slid your hand up the thick leather of his chest, feeling the warmth of him beneath your touch. ‘’Who I bed is no longer his concern.’’

Cregan held his breath as you touched him, holding back from pressing himself to you against the wall and crashing his lips on yours. ‘’Gods, Princess, you drive me mad with your words,’’ he confessed, his voice a low growl.

You pushed your teasing further, feeling his self-control about to snap. ‘’Are you afraid of taking a princess to bed, Lord Stark?’’ 

The control he had tried to maintain snapped. Your words and touch awakened something within him, igniting a fire that he could no longer keep at bay. A soft gasp left your lips as Cregan closed the distance between you, pressing you against the wall and kissing you. His strong hands found their way to your hips, gripping you tightly, and in one swift motion, he lifted you off the ground, pressing you firmly against the cold stone wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened, both of you lost in the heat of the moment, forgetting you were in a corridor where anyone could walk by.

You moaned into his mouth as you felt his body pressed against yours and tangled one of your hands into his dark hair, your slender fingers running through it as you held onto his broad shoulder with the other. Cregan’s grip on your thigh was iron strong and possessive. 

He wanted you. 

He pushed his body even closer to yours, his lips leaving your mouth and trailing down your jawline, to your neck, where he began to nibble and kiss the sensitive skin there. You wanted to tear his clothes — and tear your clothes — and see if wolves treated their women better than dragons.

‘’I think we should take this to your chambers, Lord Stark. How scandalous would it be if anyone were to their Lord with the Dragon Princess?’’

The door echoed as it shut behind you. Without losing any time, Cregan pulled you in another kiss as he began to disrobe. You unbuckled your own cloak, letting it fall off your shoulders, and helped Cregan with the buckles of his leather doublet. Why were there so many? 

Once you were both out of your clothes, he carried you to his bed. Depositing you gently on the soft furs before joining you, pinning you beneath him. The fire in the hearth was keeping your naked body from shivering, and casting a soft glow on your skin. You felt the press of Cregan’s cock against your thigh, hard and warm, and reached for it, air catching in your throat at the size. 

The Northern Lord trailed kisses on your hot skin and moved further down your body until he was lying on his stomach, using his elbows to keep himself upright. He gently parted your legs, his fingers brushing over the inside of your thighs as he took in the beauty of your pretty pussy, his mouth watering for a taste. 

Cregan placed a kiss on your mound, smirking when he heard you gasp softly. His lips moved lower, and his eyes drinking in your every reaction, the soft sounds of pleasure escaping your lips making him even more determined to drive you wild with pleasure. He was going to show you how men kiss their women in the North. 

Soon, you were mess on the furs as he tongue licked and teased your pussy. Your legs were folded to expose you more, and Cregan kept a tight grip on your trembling thighs. Your back arched from the bed, accompanied by a loud whine as you reached down to grab his hair and guide his face closer to you. 

‘’Kessa! Lua doing bona!’’ (Yes! Keep doing that!) 

The High Valyrian words had spilled from your tongue without realizing. Although Cregan didn’t understand a single word, he assumed he was doing a good job and continued working skillfully with his mouth to bring you to the edge of madness.

He swiped his tongue over your swollen clit, relishing in the sounds he was drawing from you. He loved hearing the moans and gasps that escaped your lips, knowing that he was the one causing them. 

You rocked your hips into him, practically riding his face, and Cregan moaned, his cock twitching — and leaking — between his stomach and the furs. ‘’Needy, are we, Princess?’’ he teased, his voice low as he looked up at you through half-lidded eyes. 

Pulling on his hair again, you forced his mouth back on you. ‘’No more talking.’’

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[malerek]

20 Brand New YA Books [Released April 1st to 7th 2023]

Hello there 👋 I'm bringing a new blog feature to Pages & Plots where I showcase all the new YA books released in the last week. Don't miss out on any new book release ✨ #BookBlogger #BookTwitter #Booktwt #Bookworm #Booknerd #YoungAdult #BrandNewYA

Brand New YA Books is a Saturday feature showcasing all the Young Adult books released in the last week. If you are an author and want to see your book featured on this list, send me an email to pagesplots@gmail.com will all the details. PUBLISHED APRIL 1st TO 7th 2023 Silver in the Boneby Alexandra BrackenSeries: Silver in the Bone #1Genre: Fantasy | Mythology | RetellingPublisher: Knopf…

[bbdeongi]

After concert smut w seonghwa !! 👀

A MEMORABLE NIGHT

☆PAIRING: Matz x Fem!reader

☆GENRE: smut, a little fluff at the end.

☆WARNINGS: idols x reader, hotel sex, unprotected sex (do not do!), eating out, fingering, pet names, praising.

☆SUMMARY: You had finally got the chance to go to see Ateez.. but throughout the concert, you kept catching Hongjoong and Seonghwa stealing glances at you. You thought it was just your imagination—until you met them backstage after the show. Before you knew it, you were heading to their hotel, unsure of what the night had in store

☆A/N: I changed it to both seonghwa and hongjoong x reader 🤧 It was okay with my friend so don't worry.

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The atmosphere was electric as you joined the crowd of Atiny's gathered at the arena. The excitement was palpable, and you could feel the energy coursing through the crowd, a wave of anticipation that made your heart race. Tonight was not just another concert; it was a celebration of everything Ateez had accomplished, and you were here to experience it all. For the first time.

As you found your spot in the crowd, on the floor, the chatter around you swelled with enthusiasm. Friends were hugging, fans were holding up signs, and excitement filled the air. You took a deep breath, letting the energy of the arena wash over you. You were surrounded by people who shared your love for Ateez, and in that moment, you felt a sense of belonging.

When the lights dimmed, a hush fell over the crowd. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest, anticipation building with each passing second. Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, the stage erupted in a display of lights and sound, and the members made their grand entrance. The crowd roared, and you felt a rush of adrenaline course through your veins. This was it—the moment you had been waiting for.

As the first song began, "Crazy Form", you lost yourself in the rhythm, your body moving instinctively to the beat. The music enveloped you, and you sang along with the thousands of fans around you. You and a bunch of other people were screaming your heart out to every single song.

But it wasn’t until Matz—Seonghwa and Hongjoong’s sub-unit, took the stage that the world around you began to blur. They were magnetic, their charms drawing you in like some type of spell. Of course those two were your biases. Seonghwa’s ethereal beauty and smooth vocals captivated you, while Hongjoong’s electric energy and stage presence made it impossible to look away.

As they performed, you felt a sense of exhilaration wash over you. You danced with passion and power, your heart soaring with each beat. The lights flashed, illuminating their faces as they moved across the stage, and for a fleeting moment, it felt like they were performing just for you. You couldn’t help but smile as you lost yourself in the music.

But then, something unexpected happened. Hongjoong and Seonghwa seemed to lock eyes with you. At first, it felt like a coincidence. There was no way they looked at you, there's a bunch of other people in the crowd. But as the performance continued, you realized they were both stealing glances in your direction. Your heart raced, and a thrill shot through you. Were they really looking at you? You felt your cheeks flush as you danced more fervently, wanting to show them just how much you loved their music.

With every song, their gazes lingered longer, and you could feel a connection forming, one that went beyond the distance between the stage and the audience. As you swayed to the music, you caught glimpses of their smiles and nods in your direction. The thought that they were watching you sent a thrill through your body, igniting a newfound confidence within you.

The concert reached its climax with an explosive performance, and when the final notes rang out, the crowd erupted in cheers. You clapped and shouted along with everyone else, but your heart was racing not just from the excitement of the concert but from the attention you had received. As the members took their final bows, you felt a bittersweet pang in your heart, knowing that the night was nearing its end.

But just as you began to turn to leave, the guard approached you, a serious expression on his face. “Excuse me miss.” He said. “Sorry to bother you, but I've been requested to say something to you.”

Your heart dropped. Did something happen? Did you do something? “G- go on...”

“Seonghwa and Hongjoong would like to see you backstage after the concert,” he said, his voice steady.

You stood frozen, disbelief washing over you. “Me? Backstage?” It was like your heart stopped. Did he really say what you thought he said?

He nodded. “If you’d like, I can take you.”

Your mind raced, and a whirlwind of emotions surged through you—shock, excitement, and a hint of nervousness. You glanced back at the stage, where Hongjoong and Seonghwa were exchanging farewells with the fans. Could this really be happening?

After a moment’s hesitation, you nodded. “I- Yes, please.”

The guard led you through the maze of hallways, your heart pounding in your chest. You could hardly believe you were about to meet them, to be in the same room as the two boys who had captured your heart with their music.

As you entered the dressing room, the atmosphere shifted. The walls were covered with posters and many different items from the night’s show. Seonghwa and Hongjoong were waiting. The rest of the group was nowhere to be seen, and the room was surprisingly quiet after the chaos of the concert. Seonghwa was sitting on a couch, his legs crossed, while Hongjoong leaned casually against the wall. Both of them turned to look at you the moment you stepped in, and their intensity nearly made you stumble.

“You’re here,” Seonghwa said, standing up. His voice was as smooth and velvety as it sounded on stage, but up close, it sent shivers down your spine.

Hongjoong pushed off the wall, a small smirk playing on his lips. “We thought we’d lost you in the crowd for a second.”

You blinked, still struggling to process the fact that two of the biggest idols in the world were talking to you. “I… I’m sorry, what?”

Seonghwa chuckled, his smile softening. “We saw you out there. You stood out.”

“You dance well,” Hongjoong added, his eyes scanning you in a way that made your cheeks burn. “And… well, you’re kind of hard to ignore.”

You didn’t know what to say. Were they flirting with you? This had to be some kind of elaborate prank, right?

“Really?” you asked, surprised.

Seonghwa nodded. “Your- your energy.. It drew us in.”

Hongjoong tilted his head, his dark eyes studying you. “We weren’t sure if you would come...”

Your hands fidgeted at your sides, your nerves making it hard to find your voice. “I… I didn’t think I had a choice,” you said, trying to keep your tone light but failing to hide the shakiness in your voice. A blush slowly crept onto your face.

Seonghwa stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. “Are you nervous?” he asked, his voice gentle.

“A little,” you admitted, your cheeks flushing under his gaze.

“There’s no need to be,” Hongjoong said, stepping forward to stand beside Seonghwa. His tone was calm, but his eyes burned with something you couldn’t quite place. “We just wanted to meet you. That’s all.”

Your breath hitched. You were sure your face was on fire now. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Seonghwa said, his gaze locking onto yours. “Just… let us get to know you. Is that okay?”

You nodded once again.

Seonghwa’s soft voice broke the silence first. “We didn’t even get your name,” he said, tilting his head slightly as his eyes met yours, warm and inviting.

“Yeah,” Hongjoong added with a playful smirk. “We’ve been talking this whole time, and we don’t even know who we’re lucky enough to be talking to.”

Your heart raced under their expectant gazes, and you finally managed to answer, “I’m Y/N.”

Seonghwa’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “Y/N… it’s beautiful. It suits you.”

Hongjoong nodded, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “Perfect name for someone like you. It just feels right.” Their words sent a warm flush to your cheeks, their compliments somehow feeling more intimate than you expected.

Something about the way they both looked at you — sincere, yet undeniably intense—made it impossible to say no. You nodded, feeling like you were in a dream.

You felt a flutter in your stomach at their compliments. It was surreal to hear such words from them, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were living in a dream. The three of you began to talk, the initial awkwardness fading as you shared stories and laughter. They were personable, engaging, and you felt an undeniable chemistry building between the three of you.

As the conversation flowed, you found yourself stealing glances at both of them. Seonghwa’s soft smile and gentle demeanor contrasted with Hongjoong’s lively spirit and playful teasing. It was a dynamic that intrigued you, one that made your heart race in ways you didn’t expect.

After some time, Hongjoong suggested something. “Why don’t we continue this somewhere more comfortable?” He glanced at the taller, who nodded in agreement.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. “Wh- what do you mean?” you asked, fidgeting with your hands once again.

“Our hotel room,” Seonghwa replied, his voice soothing. “It’ll be more private, and we can get to know each other better.”

Your heart raced at the suggestion. Did he just suggest to take you to their hotel room?! The idea of being alone with them felt both thrilling and intimidating. But a part of you was curious, yearning to explore this unexpected connection.

“Okay,” you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. God, you felt like you were going to die any second.

Hongjoong led the way, and you followed closely behind, your heart racing with anticipation. They lead you to a car and you all get in.

10 minutes pass and you arrive to the hotel. It... it was luxurious, and as you entered their room, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. It was spacious, with plush couches and a large window that offered a stunning view of the city skyline.

Seonghwa gestured for you to sit on the couch. “Make yourself comfortable.” He smiled at you. He was so hot yet so cute at the same time. Same with Hongjoong.

You settled into the plush cushions, and they both took a seat beside you. The atmosphere was different, a palpable tension hanging in the air as you exchanged glances, each one filled with unspoken words.

As the conversation continued, you felt the boundaries begin to blur. Hongjoong leaned closer, his playful banter making you laugh, while Seonghwa’s gentle presence grounded you. The combination was intoxicating, and before long, the playful teasing turned into something more intense.

Hongjoong’s hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your veins. “So, what do you think of us?” he asked, his eyes shining with mischief.

You bit your lip, feeling a rush of warmth wash over you. “You’re both amazing. I’ve loved your group for so long.”

Seonghwa smiled softly, his gaze steady. “We’re glad to hear that. But what do you think of us… personally?”

Your breath hitched, the weight of his question hanging in the air. “I- think you’re both incredibly talented and… attractive,” you admitted, your cheeks burning.

Both boys exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. “Attractive, huh?” Hongjoong teased, leaning even closer. “What else?”

You could feel the tension building, the air thick with unspoken desires. “I just… I didn’t expect to be here with you both,” you confessed, your heart pounding.

Seonghwa’s expression softened, his voice low and soothing. “You don’t have to be nervous. We’re just here to have fun and enjoy each other’s company.”

As the conversation continued, things began to shift. Hongjoong leaned in, his lips dangerously close to yours, the warmth radiating between you palpable. “We’ve been watching you all night. You’re mesmerizing.”

Seonghwa reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “You have nothing to worry about. We’re here for you.”

You felt your heart race as their intentions became clear. The playful banter faded, replaced by a tension that was impossible to ignore. You could feel the heat radiating from their bodies, the air thick with anticipation.

“Are you sure about this?” Hongjoong asked, his voice low and filled with sincerity. “We don’t want to rush you.”

You looked into their eyes, feeling the weight of their gazes. Something deep inside you stirred, a longing that you had never fully acknowledged. “I… I want this. I want to be here with you both.”

Seonghwa smiled, his eyes warm and inviting. “Then let’s enjoy the moment.”

Hongjoong moved closer, his hand gently gripping your wrist, sending a thrill through you. “Just relax and let go. We’ll take care of you.”

With that, both of them leaned in, their lips brushing against yours in a soft, tentative kiss. Your heart raced as the world around you melted away, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the intoxicating mix of excitement and desire.

The kiss deepened, igniting a fire within you that you hadn’t expected. You've never really been kissed before, let alone with two other people. You felt their hands on you, exploring and reassuring as you melted into their embrace. It was a dance of passion and tenderness, a connection that felt both exhilarating and safe.

As the kiss broke, you breathed heavily, your heart pounding in your chest. “F- fuck” you whispered, your cheeks flushed.. The air between you was thick with electric tension, and you could feel the weight of their gazes on you, both boys clearly waiting for the next move.

Hongjoong’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned in closer, brushing his nose against yours. “You have no idea how long we’ve wanted to do that,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with a playful edge. You felt your heart race at the admission, a thrill coursing through you. "Such a good girl.." You whimper as he calls you that.

Then, as if sensing the moment’s shift, Seonghwa leaned in and captured your lips again, this time with a more fervent intensity. His kiss was soft yet insistent, a blend of sweetness and longing that made your head spin. You melted into him, your body responding instinctively as you leaned closer, deepening the kiss.

At the same time, you felt a warm breath against your neck. Hongjoong’s lips trailed down the side of your throat, sending shivers racing down your spine. He planted soft, teasing kisses along your skin, each one igniting a fire within you. You gasped at the sensation, your body arching instinctively toward him.

“Is this okay?” Hongjoong murmured against your neck, his breath warm and inviting. You could feel the sincerity behind his words, the genuine concern for your comfort evident in his tone.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “Yes, it’s okay… I want this.”

Seonghwa paused, his lips hovering just above yours, his expression serious yet filled with warmth. “We don’t want to rush you. We want to make sure you’re comfortable with everything, angel...”

You blush as Seonghwa called you "angel." You felt a rush of warmth at their consideration, a sense of safety in being with them. “I am comfortable… I want to explore this. I want you both,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly with excitement.

“Good,” Hongjoong said, a playful glint returning to his eyes. He met Seonghwa’s gaze for a moment, a silent understanding passing between them. “Then let’s take our time and enjoy every moment.”

With that, Seonghwa leaned in again, his lips finding yours once more. This kiss was deeper, more passionate, as if they were both pouring their feelings into it. You melted against him, your fingers tangling in his hair as you kissed him back.

Meanwhile, Hongjoong’s kisses continued their exploration, trailing from your neck to your shoulder, each kiss igniting a spark of desire within you. You felt a delicious heat spreading through your body, a mix of exhilaration and longing that made your heart race.

Seonghwa’s gaze was intense as he watched you whine and whimper from hongjoong's action, his lips curling into a soft smile. “You’re so pretty, Y/N,” he whispered, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “We’re so lucky to have you here with us.”

The combination of their words and actions sent a thrill racing through you. You felt cared for and desired, a connection forming that felt both exhilarating and safe. As they continued to kiss you, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of their bodies and the intoxicating mix of excitement and longing that filled the air.

“Tell us what you want, sweet girl,” Hongjoong murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire. “We’re here for you.”

The question hung in the air, the invitation was very much clear. They meant it. You felt a rush of adrenaline, knowing that this moment was yours to shape. With both of them so close, the possibilities felt endless, and you were ready to embrace it all. You could feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, and the heat of their bodies surrounding you was intoxicating. With a flutter of nerves, you took a breath, meeting their eager gazes.

“I—I want both of you,” you finally said, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you.

Seonghwa's face lit up with a soft smile, his eyes sparkling with delight. “Oh, little one,” he murmured, his voice a mix of tenderness and desire. “You're so adorable...”

Hongjoong leaned in closer, his expression playful yet hungry. “Sweet girl, you have no idea how long we’ve dreamed of this,” he said, though they quite literally just met you tonight. His voice low and sultry as he brushed his lips against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “We’re going to take care of you, baby.”

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A few minutes later, the three of you were on the bed. It was quite large and spacious for all of you and very comfortable. The room was dimly lit, the air was thick with unspoken desire and anticipation. You could feel the heat radiating from both Hongjoong and Seonghwa as they surrounded you with their warmth, their gazes locked on you with an intensity that made your heart race. You were perched on Seonghwa’s lap, but the tension in the air made you feel like you were floating, suspended in a moment of pure anticipation.

“Are you sure you want this, love?” Hongjoong’s voice was low and sultry, a velvet caress that sent shivers inside on you, down your spine . His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of hesitation. You felt a rush of confidence wash over you as you nodded, the need coursing through your veins palpable.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I want you both... p- please..”

“Good girl,” Seonghwa replied, a wicked grin spreading across his lips. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. “We’ll take care of you, little one.”

With a swift motion, he pulled you down onto the bed, your body sinking into the soft sheets. Hongjoong followed, positioning himself behind you, his presence radiating warmth and sensuality. You felt a rush of excitement as you settled between them, a delicious tension building in the air. You on top of Seonghwas and Hongjoong behind you.

Seonghwa’s hands found your waist, fingers trailing up your sides, exploring every curve. You gasped as he leaned down to plant soft kisses along your neck, his lips igniting fire wherever they touched. “You’re so fuckin' beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and sultry.

Hongjoong’s hands roamed your thighs, teasingly close to your core. “We’re going to make you feel so good, sweet girl,” he purred, his breath hot against your ear. “Just relax and let us take care of you.”

Your heart raced at his words, the anticipation building as you leaned into Seonghwa’s touch. You could feel the heat pooling in your core, your body aching for more. Hongjoong’s fingers danced along your thighs, inching closer and closer to your most sensitive areas.

“Please…” you whimpered, your voice thick with need. “I- I need you.”

“Tell us what you want, angel,” Seonghwa encouraged, his lips still brushing against your neck. “C'mon, you can do it..”

You couldn't help but whine as he praised you. “I want… I want you inside me,” you gasped, the confession escaping your lips before you could second-guess yourself.

The air grew heavier with desire as Hongjoong’s fingers found the waistband of your underwear, teasingly brushing against your skin. “Such pretty panties,” he said, his voice a sultry whisper. “Too bad we have to get rid of them...”

With a swift motion, he pulled your underwear down, exposing you to their hungry gazes. You felt a rush of vulnerability mixed with excitement, the way they looked at you making your heart race. Seonghwa’s eyes darkened with lust as he took in your body, his fingers moving to part your thighs, giving Hongjoong a clear view.

“Oh fuck, Joong.. Look how fucking soaked she is,” Seonghwa said, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect for us.” You whine at his words, feeling yourself getting wetter, if that was even possible

Hongjoong leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your core, making you gasp. “You’re going to feel so good, sweet girl,” he promised, his eyes locked onto yours. “Just trust us.”

As he positioned himself between your legs, you felt a rush of anticipation. “Hongjoong…,” you breathed, your body aching for his touch

He started with soft kisses along your inner thighs, each one sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You squirmed, the ache in your core growing stronger as he teased you closer to the edge.

“P- please,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper. “M'need more...”

“Patience, love,” he teased, his voice low and sultry. “We want to savor this.”

Seonghwa continued to hold you, his fingers brushing along your skin, exploring every inch of you as Hongjoong worked his magic. You felt his warm breath against your core, the sensation driving you wild.

Finally, Hongjoong pressed his lips directly against you, his tongue flicking out to tease your sensitive bud. You gasped, a wave of pleasure washing over you as he began to work his magic. His tongue moved in slow, deliberate strokes, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body.

“Just like that, sweet girl,” Hongjoong murmured, his voice vibrating against you. “Let go.”

You felt yourself arching into him, your body responding instinctively to his every touch. Seonghwa’s hands roamed your body, fingers tracing the curves of your waist, moving up to cup your breasts, teasing your nipples as you writhed beneath them.

“Oh- oh fuck..” you gasped, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. “J- joongie..” You moan out as you threw your head back.

“God, look at you,” The older boy moaned as he watched your reaction from Hongjoong's actions, his voice thick with desire. He increased the intensity of his movements, his tongue swirling and teasing, driving you closer to the edge.

Hongjoong continued to suck at our cunt, his hand gripping your ass and spreading it. He shoved his tongue inside your tight hole, earning the most lewdest whine from you. Seonghwa put his hand over your mouth. "Don't want the others to hear you, now do we?" He teased as he pinched your nipple.

The younger one continued his actions, eating you out like a starved man. Seonghwa continued pinching and teasing your nipples, as his other hand covered you mouth.

With every flick of his tongue, you felt the tension coiling tighter within you, ready to snap. “I’m so close,” you gasped, your fingers tangling in Hongjoong’s hair as you pulled him closer, desperately craving more of his touch.

“Let go for us, angel,” Seonghwa urged, his voice a sultry whisper. “We’re right here with you.”

With a final, intense flick of his tongue, Hongjoong sent you spiraling over the edge. You cried out, the pleasure washing over you in waves as your body quaked beneath them.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa praised, his hands continuing to explore your body as you rode the waves of ecstasy. “Such a good girl for us.”

As your breathing began to steady, Hongjoong pulled back, his lips glistening with your essence. He looked down at you, a smirk on his face, and you couldn’t help but return his gaze, your heart racing with excitement.

“Now, are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice deep and sultry, sending another wave of heat through your core.

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice thick with desire. “I’m ready.”

Hongjoong positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked onto yours as he slowly pushed inside. The feeling was exquisite, a delicious stretch that made you gasp as he filled you completely. You could feel Seonghwa’s warmth beside you, his hands roaming over your body, grounding you as you adjusted to Hongjoong’s size.

“Are you okay, love?” Hongjoong asked, his voice a mix of concern and desire.

“Yes,” you gasped, nodding eagerly. “Please, don’t stop.”

With a low growl, Hongjoong began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, allowing you to adjust to him. You could feel the heat building again, the pleasure radiating through your body as he filled you completely.

Seonghwa leaned in, planting soft kisses along your neck, his hands roaming over your body as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. “You’re doing so well, little one,” he murmured, his voice a sultry caress. “So fucking perfect for us.”

As Hongjoong picked up the pace, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, your moans mingling with his grunts of pleasure. The heat between the three of you grew, each thrust igniting a fire within you that left you craving more.

“Ah- Just like that, love,” Hongjoong urged, his voice thick with desire. “Let me feel you.”

You could feel the tension building again, the pleasure coiling tight within you as he thrust deeper, hitting all the right spots. “Oh my God, yes,” you gasped, your body responding instinctively to his every movement.

“Can you feel how much we want you?” Seonghwa asked, his voice low and sultry as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulders. “You’re ours, little one. Completely fucking ours...”

You felt a rush of possessiveness at his words, the way they both claimed you making your heart race even faster. “I’m yours,” you gasped, your voice thick with desire. “B- both of yours..”

With that, Seonghwa slid his fingers down to your core, teasing your sensitive bud as Hongjoong continued to thrust into you. The combination of sensations sent you spiraling closer to the edge, your body teetering on the brink of pleasure.

“Just a little more, sweet girl,” Hongjoong urged, his thrusts growing more frantic as he chased his own release. “She's so f- fucking tight, hwa.”

You whine and clench around Hongjoongs cock, he was fairly big. Seonghwa continued to play with your clit, kissing your neck as he did so.

As Seonghwa’s fingers worked their magic, the tension within you snapped, sending you spiraling over the edge again. You cried out, the pleasure washing over you in waves as your body quaked beneath them. "I- I'm cumming.."

“Good girl,” Seonghwa praised, his voice a sultry whisper as he continued to work you through your orgasm.

Hongjoong thrust into you a few more times before he followed suit, his release spilling deep inside you as he groaned your name. The sensation sent another wave of pleasure through you, the two of you lost in the aftershocks of ecstasy.

The next thing you knew, you were flipped, so now you were facing Hongjoong while laying on Seonghwas chest...

“God, you felt amazing,” hongjoong murmured, his voice thick with desire as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and slow, allowing you to adjust to him.

Seonghwa’s hands roamed your body, exploring every curve as he leaned in closer. “You’re doing so well, love,” he praised, his breath warm against your ear. “I want to feel you even more.”

With that, Seonghwa slid down your body, positioning himself between your legs. You felt the anticipation building as he gently caressed your thighs, his fingers trailing closer to your core. “Just a little more, okay?” he asked, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and affection.

As Hongjoong continued his steady rhythm, still inside you, Seonghwa positioned himself at your entrance, his gaze searching yours for consent. “Can I, love?” he asked, his voice soft yet filled with urgency.

“Yes,” you breathed, your heart racing with excitement and need. “Please.”

With a slow, deliberate movement, Seonghwa pushed inside you, filling you up in a way that made you gasp. The sensation of both of them inside you was overwhelming, a perfect blend of pleasure that made your head spin.

“God, you’re so tight,” Seonghwa groaned, his voice thick with desire as he began to move, matching Hongjoong’s rhythm. The dual sensation was exquisite, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.

“Just like that,” Hongjoong urged, his thrusts deepening as he found the perfect angle. “Feel us, love.”

Every movement brought you closer to the edge, the heat intensifying as they both worked in perfect harmony, their bodies moving against yours. You could feel the tension building in your core, the pleasure coiling tightly as they pushed you further and further.

“Let go for us,” Seonghwa encouraged, his fingers returning to your sensitive bud, teasing and circling in rhythm with their thrusts. “We want to see you fall apart.”

With a cry of pleasure, you felt the tension snap, waves of ecstasy washing over you as you surrendered to the sensations. “Oh my God!” you gasped, your body trembling as the pleasure consumed you.

“Good girl,” Hongjoong praised, his voice a low growl as he continued to thrust into you, riding the waves of your climax. “So perfect for us.”

As you rode out the waves of pleasure, Seonghwa’s movements became more frantic, his breath hot against your skin as he chased his own release. “You feel so good,” he groaned, his thrusts growing deeper and more urgent.

After the waves of pleasure washed over you, the three of you settled into the warmth of the bed, the sheets tangled around your bodies. The soft glow of the room enveloped you in a cocoon of intimacy, and you could feel the lingering heat of your shared experience.

Hongjoong pulled you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he brushed his fingers through your hair. “You were absolutely amazing, baby,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. “I can’t believe how perfect you felt.”

Seonghwa lay on your other side, his gaze soft and affectionate as he looked at you. “You did so good, angel,” he added, a warm smile spreading across his lips. “The way you responded to us was incredible.”

You felt a flush of warmth at their words, a mix of pride and happiness swelling in your chest. “I couldn’t have done it without both of you,” you replied, your voice soft but filled with sincerity. “You made me feel so safe and desired.”

Hongjoong chuckled lightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “That’s what we’re here for,” he said, his fingers tracing small patterns on your arm. “To take care of you and make sure you feel everything.”

Seonghwa nodded in agreement, his expression earnest. “You deserve to feel every bit of pleasure, and I’m glad we could share that with you,” he said, leaning in to place a tender kiss on your cheek. “You truly are special to us.”

As you lay there, wrapped in their warmth, you felt a sense of belonging and intimacy that made your heart swell. The gentle banter continued, filled with laughter and soft whispers as they recounted moments from earlier, praising your responsiveness and how beautifully you had surrendered to the experience.

“You have no idea how beautiful you looked,” Hongjoong said, a dreamy smile on his face. “It was breathtaking.”

Seonghwa’s gaze softened. “And the sounds you made… they drove us wild,” he added, a hint of mischief in his tone. “We could hardly contain ourselves.”

You laughed softly, feeling a mix of shyness and pride at their compliments. “You both made it so easy to let go,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “I felt so connected with both of you.”

“Good,” Hongjoong said, his expression serious for a moment. “That’s exactly how it should be. We’re in this together.”

Seonghwa nodded. “Always together,” he echoed, his hand finding yours, intertwining your fingers. “You’re not alone in this. We’re a team.”

As you lay together, the warmth of their bodies surrounding you, you felt a deep sense of contentment. You knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful journey together, filled with trust, intimacy, and endless affection.

“Thank you for tonight,” you whispered, your heart full as you looked from one boy to the other.

“Thank you for being you,” Hongjoong replied softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, we’re grateful for you,” Seonghwa added, his voice warm and sincere as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

With that, you settled into their embrace, feeling safe and cherished as you drifted off to sleep, the sound of their hearts beating in sync with yours, creating a melody of love and connection.

The room, now quiet except for the soft rhythm of your breathing, felt like a sanctuary. You could feel the exhaustion creeping in, a delicious heaviness settling in your limbs as satisfaction washed over you.

“Are you both okay?” you asked softly, glancing at Hongjoong and Seonghwa, their faces relaxed and content in the dim light.

“More than okay,” Hongjoong replied, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. “I think I could stay like this forever.”

Seonghwa nodded in agreement, his eyes fluttering as he fought against the weight of sleep. “We’re lucky to have you,” he murmured, his voice laced with warmth. “You make everything feel so much better.”

You smiled at their words, the affection in the air wrapping around you like a warm blanket. As you settled deeper into the pillow, the serenity of the moment enveloped you, and you felt your eyelids grow heavy.

“Let’s get some sleep, then,” you suggested softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “We can talk more in the morning.”

“Sounds perfect,” Hongjoong said, his voice growing drowsier. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, a gesture that made your heart swell.

“Goodnight, love,” Seonghwa whispered, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on your cheek. “Sweet dreams.”

With their warmth surrounding you and their soft words echoing in your mind, you felt a wave of comfort wash over you. The world outside faded away as you let yourself drift, knowing you were safe and cherished between them.

As sleep began to take hold, you could hear the soft, rhythmic sounds of their breathing, creating a soothing lullaby that guided you deeper into slumber. The closeness of their bodies, the steady heartbeat of Hongjoong against your back, and Seonghwa’s gentle presence beside you were all you needed to feel at peace.

In that intimate cocoon, you surrendered to the darkness, the warmth of their affection wrapping around you like a protective embrace. As dreams began to take you, you knew that you were exactly where you belonged, surrounded by love and warmth, with both boys beside you, ready to face whatever came next together.

[peterm4rker]

¿dónde está la biblioteca? || z.cl

In which SMU’s star basketball player zhong chenle is threatened to be benched for the season because of his failing spanish grade, marking the end of his life as he knows it.

or

In which SMU’s resident spanish tutor y/n l/n is suddenly being harassed by a random dance major, begging her to tutor his best friend before he spirals further into depression (or finishes the third tub of cookie dough ice cream he did not buy.)

★ pairing ;; basketballcaptain!chenle x spanishtutor!reader

★ genres ;; social media au, written parts, college au, slowburn, fluff, strangers to friends to lovers.

★ featuring ;; ph1, aespa, bnd, riize, other nct units.

★ warnings ;; profanity, sexual jokes and innuendos, death jokes, alcohol use, maybe weed consumption, let me know if theres more!

★ status ;; completed!

★playlist ;; here

★ taglist ;; closed!

★ blue's corner ;; so, i can't say im not absolutely terrified to post this, but im also sooo excited to share it! i think the lack of chenle content in this app is criminal, so i wanted to put my own little grain of salt to change that. i do want to say that this is totally self indulgent since i'm a native spanish speaker and because of that i ask you to be patient with me if you notice a lot of spelling mistakes or a sentence doenst really make sense, but i appreciate if you'd let me know if that happens!

★ please do not copy, adapt or steal any of the content !!!

YANGYANG HATE CLUB || markhyuk fanclub😍😍|| pro ballers

zero. I DO NOT??

one. 𝖎 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚

two. LOW BLOW

three. oh !

four. ha... haha... ha

five. matate

six. what the fuck was that (written)

seven. debby downer

eight. what does my asthma have anything to do with this

nine. sorry pookie🙏

ten. chat am i cooked?

elven. WHOS THAT GIRLLL

twelve. oh?

thirteen. i think i fucked up

fourteen. missing ludovica hours

fifteen. critical thinking skills

sisxteen. where the fuck did alberto come from? (half written)

seventeen. cry about it

eighteen. not the despair slide...

nineteen. are you jelly?

twenty. seek help

twenty one. i need to leave (written)

twenty two. word

twenty three. good kitten

twenty four. are you shitting me? (written)

twenty five. oh hey

twenty six. VOLDEMORT DOESNT LIKE YOU

twenty seven. girl…

twenty eight. were you silent or silenced

twenty nine. PRETTY IS BACK

thirty. the og friend group combiners

thirty one. lowkey......

thirty two. hola linda, (written)

thirty three. this psycho

thirty four. just for me

EXTRAS

who is jisung reading fanfiction about?

© peterm4rker, 2024

[bb-blu-love]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆when the world is asleep⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆

tags: idol!bangchan x reader, established relationship, fluff, slight hurt comfort (really just a couple doing their best in a bad situation), reader has ~anxiety~

3:00 AM in the quiet part of town is your favorite place in the world. On the outskirts of the city, where only families and old folks live and the streets are empty this time of night, you have found what seems like the only place in the world where you and Chan can feel truly at ease.

You’d been waiting for him to come over all day, so when he finally called around ten saying he just left the studio you became giddy with excitement that soon turned into anxiety. It’s not like he had never been to your apartment before or that you felt uncomfortable around him; it’s just that you can never shake the fear that this time is when everything will go wrong. That this is the night you’ll be caught by photographers or fans and soon everyone will know and your relationship will change forever. That your whole life could change forever. These worries echoed in your brain as you went down to the entrance of your building to let Chan in. 

Your nerves were obvious; you didn’t hug him as tightly as you wanted to--trying to maintain the illusion that you could just be friends should anyone see you--and your smile twisted into a grimace as you kept an eye on your surroundings.

The summer night air ruffled the hair that stuck out from his hat “Hey, Baby!” he said with a soft smile “You feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m glad you could come over tonight,” You shyly smile, still not being able to shake the tight feeling in your stomach. 

He hummed a response and, sensing how on edge you were , looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was around before asking, “Should we go upstairs? I brought ice cream,” and lifted up a convenience store bag in his hand.

After heading up to your apartment the two of you spent hours just talking in your room. You were mostly catching up—you hadn’t seen each other in a couple of days due to your schedules—but eventually, it dissolved into a mess of inside jokes, you showing him all the Tik Toks you’d saved for him, him showing you videos of the boys messing around in dance practice in return, and whatever other nonsense made you both smile. Even though your relationship could be stressful, actually being with Chan was the easiest thing in the world. Honestly, you would be happy staying here forever; cuddled in his arms in the dim light of your bedroom, listening to his laugh get all squeaky as he worked himself up over some dumb video you won’t even remember in the morning. 

What you will remember, however, is how hot you are right now. Turns out your fourth-floor apartment with one broken AC unit could spell quite the sweathouse in the summer—especially with the amount of physical contact you two are prone to after some time apart. Chan had already shed his shirt sometime in between his first and second popsicle, and you had all of your fans on high pointed at your bed where you both laid tangled up with each other.

Chan, after finally calming down from his laughing fit, let out a sigh as he stared up at your ceiling. "You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah, why?" You asked, confused by his sudden declaration.

He continued quickly, "And you know that I really like coming over to your place-"

"Yeahh?"

"-because of the lack of roommates and overall better smell?"

"Also, I have HBO."

"Yes, also that—so will you not take offense if I, hypothetically, say that I’m going to die of heat stroke if I stay in here any longer?" He looked over at you with a rueful smile.

You laughed silently as you looked into his eyes. "I’ll go get my shoes."

He let out a triumphant "Yes!" and pumped his fist into the air as you got off of the bed, satisfied with the result of your banter. As you continued to get ready, he moved to the edge of your bed and was brought back to how anxious you seemed when he first arrived. "We don’t actually have to go out if you don’t want to, though," he said, scratching his arm as a nervous tick. "I know that we both get all paranoid when we’re not in private, and I don’t want to ruin the night or anything."

You turned to face him and put a reassuring hand on his arm, whilst you tried to shove your own concerns to the back of your mind."Don’t worry about it. I was thinking we could go to that one spot—you know, where we went on your birthday?"

"Yeah, that sounds perfect." He said with a relieved smile.

And that’s what brought you here; after checking for paparazzi from your apartment windows, and after you went outside and checked again, ensuring you both had your incognito face masks and baseball caps on. Finally, you were able to make the epic journey two blocks down and one over to a small playground surrounded by some trees and a fence: your safe haven. Taking in the warm night air as the wind lightly blows across your face--gently wicking the sweat on your brow--and hearing the leaves softly rustle as you both sit on the old swing set and let your legs dangle. You did what you loved to do most with each other: you talked.

"I’m sorry it’s always like this," Chan said as he looked at his feet, the toe of his shoes sputtering over the rubbery ground as he swayed, "that we can’t just get together and go to restaurants and the movies or—I don’t know— win you a big teddy bear at a carnival," he laughs half-heartedly, "or whatever regular couples get to do."

You smile sadly. "I’m sorry too. Maybe I’m just being overly cautious." 

He reaches over, grabs your hand, and rubs gentle circles on the back with his thumb, letting you know he isn’t mad and that he doesn’t blame you for anything. 

"I could tell the company, and they could release a statement or something." His tone hitches up at the end, almost like it’s a question—or maybe just the only thing he can think of to ease your guilt.

Not wanting to worry him, and always the best at avoiding the hard topics, you raise your eyebrows and sarcastically remark, "Oh yeah, and that would go over really well."

"Hm, yeah, you’re right. What do you think they would say, though?"

You lower your voice and attempt your best soulless executive impression. "'How could you, Chan?! You’re being so selfish by having desires and feelings! How do you expect us to monetize you when we can’t sell you as a fantasy boyfriend? Blargh rargh raa!'" You both chuckle at the absurdity of your situation: "And then of course you’ll get punished by your company, and everyone on Twitter is going to eat you alive when they find out, and you’ll get a tidal wave of hate thrown at you-"

"Oh, for sure." He nods along to your pessimistic prophecy (and excellent impression).

"-and I’ll be, like, assassinated by a bunch of teenagers whose identity hinges on the fantasy that they are secretly your one true love." You finish with a breathy chuckle.

He smiles at the ground. "Hey, Stays are much more than that," he says in an only half-serious defense.

"Heh, not the ones that I’ll have to deal with," you reply, almost to yourself. He seems to draw back at that comment, whatever clever response he had lined up dying on his lips.

You press your toes into the soft ground and push your swing over to his so that your shoulders touch. "I’m joking, Chan," you say in a soft voice.

"No, you're not." He shoots back in defeat. You sigh and try to meet his evasive eyes.

"You’re right, I’m not," you sigh, leaning in closer to him, "but that doesn’t mean I regret any of this. I can wish things were different while still loving how they are now." He finally meets your eyes, and his gaze goes soft. You share a fond look and, without words, reach an understanding: you're the best thing that has happened to each other, and eventually your love may see the light of day, but for now, just this is more than enough.

He brings your hand up to his mouth and lightly kisses your knuckles before letting your arms fall in between the both of you. "You’re right. I love this too. I’ll love anything as long as we can do it together." His words are full of tenderness and a rom-com sincerity that only he can do right.

"Except sit in my hot apartment." You smile as you lean towards him, and he smiles too as he goes in for a kiss.

"No, I loved that too. Just a little less than this." His lips touch yours, gentle and grinning, as your giggles float up into the night sky and you feel truly at ease once more.

[maryannecrimsworth]

Dance with me

Pairing: Mel Medarda x Winged! Reader

Summary: a part 3 of A wolf, a witch, a lover; after months hiding, Mel surprises you in the morning with an dangerous proposal

Part 1, Part 2

Warnings: there's a bit of tension and drama in this one, slightly violent, end is cute though

Mentions: i'm honestly writing this for you guys @jinxjinxjinx12 @superbscissorsdeanexpert @maq34 @justyourwritter69 @powderbomb-jinxed

Your nights together carried the weight of unspoken words and the release of hours of restraint. In her arms, you felt a vulnerability that no battlefield had ever exposed in you. Her touch was deliberate, soft yet commanding, like everything else about her. It reminded you of why she was both a ruler and a temptation—a paradox you couldn’t resist. Every day you'd bowe before her, obedient and willingly as her general; every night, you'd hold her like a lover, and cherish her as long as the night allowed. You'd lose and gain each other every day, every night — and you loved it every single time. A second by her side made you forever grateful, even if it eventually came to an end.

Tonight was no different.

The dawn came too soon, as it usually did, its golden light filtering through the grand windows of her chamber. Mel lay curled against you, her breath steady, her features softened in sleep. For a fleeting moment, she wasn’t the Empress of Noxus but simply a woman who had let down her guard. The world outside the room seemed like a distant memory, but reality wouldn’t wait forever.

Your nights started to be like this: with love and companion, a warm embrace after the hardship of duty. However, the morning always came, and so have your time: you had to leave her side.

You stirred, careful not to wake her, though your movements caused her to shift slightly. Her voice, still thick with sleep, broke the silence.

“Leaving already, General?”

You froze, caught halfway between duty and desire.

“I thought it best to avoid prying eyes,” you replied, your voice hushed. “The palace wakes early, and whispers spread faster than the wind.”

Mel’s lips curved into a faint smile, her eyes still closed. “Let them whisper. I tire of hiding.”

Her words surprised you. For months, you had both maintained this facade, a calculated distance to preserve her authority. Yet now, as the sunlight illuminated her face, she seemed to suggest something different.

“Your position—your vision for Noxus—it could be jeopardized,” you warned, though your voice lacked conviction.

Mel finally opened her eyes, fixing you with that piercing golden gaze. “If they cannot respect an Empress who loves, then they are not fit to serve this nation.”

The weight of her words settled in your chest, but before you could respond, a sharp knock at the door shattered the moment.

“Empress Medarda,” a servant’s voice called from the other side. “Your council awaits your presence in the Great Hall.”

Mel sighed, the spell of intimacy breaking as she rose from the bed. Her golden tattoos caught the morning light, a reminder of her unyielding strength. She glanced back at you, her expression a mixture of fondness and resolve.

“Duty calls,” she said softly, echoing your words from some nights before.

You nodded, adjusting your uniform. “As it always does.”

She stepped closer, her fingers brushing your arm. “But don’t think for a moment that this ends our conversation.”

Her touch lingered for a heartbeat before she pulled away, leaving you alone in the room to process the weight of her promise.

The day passed in a blur of meetings and preparations. Reports from the shadow unit demanded your immediate attention, and though your thoughts often drifted back to her, you forced yourself to focus.

By evening, you found yourself summoned again—not to the battlefield, but to her private study.

“General,” she greeted as you entered, her tone formal yet warm. She sat at her desk, surrounded by maps and papers, the burden of leadership evident in her posture.

“You requested me, Empress?”

Mel gestured for you to approach, her expression unreadable.

"I have a question for you," she began, pausing before continuing. "How were alliances celebrated in Karyndor?" Her tone was as steady as her gaze, which was fixed on your face. "I’d like to learn more about your homeland."

“We didn’t usually celebrate military or political alliances with the people,” you replied briefly. “The king was keen to keep civil life separate from diplomatic conflicts.”

A subtle smile lifted the corners of Mel’s lips. “No, I meant civilian alliances.”

“Oh.” That was all you managed to say, which only caused Mel’s smile to widen.

“So, how were they celebrated?” she repeated, giving you little time to regain your composure. You could feel your cheeks flush under her watchful gaze.

“It involved a great festival, a ritual that brought together thousands of people.” You spoke slowly, your words drifting into the quiet of the study as you began to pace. “Sometimes several unions were celebrated at once; sometimes, just one. The interested parties would perform a unique dance—a reflection of each individual Karyndorian’s spirit. If the proposal was accepted, their beloved would join in the dance. An alliance was formed in this way.”

Your wings fluttered gently behind you, as if remembering the songs and movements of the rituals. “The wings of the participants were adorned with ornaments, serving as a vital part of the performance. Through them, they displayed their strength and beauty; they symbolized who they were.” A quiet laugh escaped your lips. “If the proposal was rejected, the dancer was required to take flight and keep going until they collapsed from exhaustion. Their honor was preserved only if their effort pushed them to the very edge.”

“What a unique celebration!” Mel exclaimed, her voice brimming with genuine excitement. “Your people must have been artistic and deeply passionate.”

Her sentence was followed by a long, steadfast silence. You said nothing as the realization of her intent started to fall upon you.

After some time, your feet stopped in place, your wings dropped in a cessation of every movement. Her steady gaze on yours, the stirring meaning behind her question, they had paralyzed you.

“Why do you wish to hear about the covenants of my former people, Empress?”

“I told you our conversation wasn’t finished,” she began, but her sentence was abruptly interrupted by a loud knock at the study door.

Her smiling, calm countenance hardened, and her voice carried weight as she turned toward the entrance: “A meeting is in progress.”

Despite the Empress’s commanding tone, the door opened.

“Forgive me, Empress.” One of your soldiers stepped inside, his body trembling. He bowed to the Empress before turning to you. “It’s urgent.”

Mel cast you a worried glance, which you answered with an assuring nod. A threat existed in the city, you were aware, but your shadow unit monitored the situation closely. No surprises would befall the nation.

“Excuse me, ma'am. I must go.” You bade farewell with a respectful nod and left the room with the nervous soldier by your side.

“The guardians are requesting reinforcements for the harvest parade,” the soldier’s voice barely rose above a whisper, lost in the vast corridors of the palace. His tone carried the weight of fear, as though he dreaded being overheard. “They’ve received threats from insurgents—an attack planned during the empress’s speech.”

Your jaw clenched instinctively, and your hand tightened around the hilt of your sword.

“How do they know it’s the insurgents?”

“They signed it, sir. The Red Stain.” The soldier halted abruptly, hesitating. With a trembling hand, he reached into his iron vest and withdrew a crumpled piece of paper. “Here.”

The note passed into your hands, its scarlet letters glowing ominously against the dark parchment. The message bristled with malice, vowing vengeance against the empress who had "ruined the warrior nation." Along the edges of the paper were the same cryptic symbols and markings that had appeared in alleys and at crime scenes for months, unmistakably linking it to the rebellious occult group.

“They claim they’ll take back the nation of Noxus—once and for all,” the soldier repeated as you scanned the words. “The parade route is the perfect place, general. There are too many civilians for us to act freely. Our hands will be tied, and a tragedy will happen if we don’t cancel the event.”

“Is that what the guardians intend to do?” Your voice remained steady, though his panic grated on you. His demeanor was uncharacteristic of your army—it sounded more like the fearful prattle of civil guardians. He shook his head. “That's what the Stain wants, soldier. To terrorize the people, to show itself to be stronger than us. Its words cannot have such power.”

The soldier's eyes widened.

“What do you mean?” he asked in a sharp grunt.

“Tell the guardians to be ready, but our soldiers won't get involved. There's no need to alarm the people in such a way.”

“But sir---”

“Go!”

The soldier hesitated briefly before retreating, his hurried footsteps fading down the corridor.

There were only a few hours until the parade, a short period of time to mobilize your battalions and organize a proper security perimeter for the celebration. A rushed response would create chaos—the very commotion you suspected the insurgents desired. It was a ploy, you were certain, to keep all eyes fixed on the parade while the rest of the city was left vulnerable.

Even so, you couldn’t gamble with the lives of your citizens on mere intuition. You ordered a few reinforcements for the parade but insisted they remain as shadows—officers blending seamlessly into the crowd, discreet yet ready to strike if the need arise.

But the question gnawed at you relentlessly: Where would they want me not to look during Mel’s speech?

The empress changed the colors of the nation, as well as its brutal attitude. From a country stained with blood, always dressed in dark and red colors, prepared for battle, to the streets of the Noxinian cities reflecting light and golden beams. The peaceful purity of the color white, the golden diplomacy of a flexible nation - the colors of Mel - had dressed Noxus perfectly. The population accepted the changes, even its soldiers changed their uniforms with a hopeful disposition. The future had arrived: the nation state of Noxus was bright and peaceful, with no bloodstains. However, not all Noxians were happy. The red stain was a small but insistent group of citizens attached to the old, violent regime. Because of this, they began to attack former servants, freed prisoners of war, immigrants - anyone who was considered a threat to the deceased Ambessa was also a threat and target for them.

The attacks, however, were small and quickly contained by the local guard. There was no significant threat, not until now. The letter really was frightening, and would have scared most of the military officers you knew. After all, the new military officers of Noxus were still inexperienced, and any threat to their people was enough to agitate them. It was understandable, but it couldn't be allowed.

With your experience in Karyndor, you knew that there would always be dissenters against the government. Violent opposition would exist, it was almost natural on the continent. Even Mel couldn't please everyone, so you waited. You noticed the bluff and withdrew your army from the parade. As you had hoped, nothing happened. The people celebrated happily, the empress's speech was greeted with nothing but applause and the festivities lasted until nightfall. The guardians held their positions without any problems, and your shadows remained silent. It was a good night, from what you heard from the castle servants. Festive, pleasant and comforting. A new tradition that brightened the lives of the citizens.

You were happy to hear how the evening had unfolded. After a few more reports and messages from the guard, your services were no longer required and you made your way down to the most secluded part of the palace. Mel had already returned and was resting in her quarters, and you planned to join her without delay.

Your room was empty and tidy, as usual. A servant opened the door for you and greeted you with a nod, but avoided your gaze. His eyes, for some reason, ran away from your figure. The door was closed behind you and then you heard it: hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor outside.

Something was wrong.

A deafening rumble echoed from the far side of the building, shaking the palace’s floors and walls. The table Mel was leaning on quivered violently, scattering her documents and belongings onto the ground. She sprang to her feet, the golden markings on her body shimmering brilliantly in the face of the unexpected danger. Outside, the night’s calm gave way to chaos—a cacophony of despairing cries and commanding shouts tore through the air.

“What’s happened?” Mel demanded, grabbing the first servant who crossed her path. She stopped him mid-escape, desperate for answers. The man’s face was pale with terror, his lips quivering as he failed to form a response. “Speak to me! What are you—”

“Empress, come with us.” Two uniformed officers appeared, their movements urgent. “There’s been an attack in the western sector. We’re evacuating the palace.”

The western sector. The words struck Mel like an arrow, stealing her breath. It was your sector, the area where your room was—the very reason you hadn’t been by her side tonight.

“Take me there. I’ll fight alongside my army.” Her voice was resolute, her authority unshaken, but her command was met only with hesitant glances exchanged between the officers.

“Protect the subjects,” she continued, her tone sharpening. “Surround the perimeter and search for suspects. We must find out who’s behind this.”

Without waiting for their acknowledgment or actions, Mel charged in the opposite direction of the evacuation route, weaving through a panicked crowd of crying and frantic servants. Only one of the officers dared follow her.

“We’re already taking care of that, ma’am. Please come with us and stay safe.” The officer reached out, his hand gripping the determined ruler’s arm. “Those are the general’s orders.”

Mel twisted free with a sharp, fluid motion, her golden markings glinting as she turned to face the insistent man.

“And where are they?” she demanded, her voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. She didn’t wait for an answer, turning on her heel and running toward the source of the explosion. She refused to let herself acknowledge the fear in the officer’s eyes or the haunting possibility that awaited her— she couldn't see the wail of death imminently, not when it came to you.

It felt like the longest path she had ever walked. Every step seemed heavier, every corridor an endless expanse. Obstacles littered the way—fallen debris, frightened servants, soldiers trying to guide her to safety. Yet, the empress pushed forward with unyielding determination, even as her body trembled beneath the weight of dread.

Her subjects caught glimpses of her as she passed, their tense faces softening with relief. To them, she was a beacon of strength and composure. But inside, her resolve wavered, her composure fragile. Her eyes remained dry, her focus unwavering only for now.

She had to find you.

Your room was utterly destroyed. The walls were streaked with dirty red, a grotesque smear of what could have been paint—or blood. Shattered furniture lay in disarray, splinters scattered like shrapnel. Pieces of weapons and scraps of your clothing were strewn everywhere. The floor was littered with burnt feathers, a haunting reminder of what had transpired.

Mel stepped forward, her breath caught in her throat, but the officer blocked her path again.

“Let us handle our work, ma’am. Stay safe, with your people,” he insisted, his voice firmer now. “Please.”

“Your work?” Her voice rose, sharp and thunderous, cutting through the air like lightning splitting the sky. “Your work to prevent attacks like this?”

The officer faltered, his words catching in his throat as he struggled for a response. His gaze darted away, unable to meet the fire in the empress’s eyes. Mel seized the opportunity, taking a step forward, but he quickly moved to block her path again.

“We weren’t caught off guard, ma’am,” he said, though his tone wavered with guilt. “Please go.”

Before she could retort, a new sound shattered the tense air of the evacuated palace. It came first as a faint echo, then grew louder—a chilling chorus of howls and exultant cheers from outside. The sharp contrast to the earlier screams of despair sent an icy shiver through her body.

Without hesitation, Mel turned and ran toward the source of the noise. Her heart thudded violently in her chest with each step, her mind consumed by fear. Her tears had already begun to fall, trailing streaks down her face as she pushed through the chaos. She came to an abrupt stop when the scene unfolded before her.

There, in front of the palace entrance, hovering above the garden and the evacuated crowd, was you.

Your wings, bruised and outstretched, bore the weight of your body in the air. The full moon’s glow framed your figure, casting a ghostly light over the scene. Crimson streaked your form, glinting in the pale illumination—blood or paint, she couldn’t tell. But the sight of you, battered and defiant, stole the breath from her lungs. Mel stood frozen, her trembling hands clenched at her sides as her heart screamed what her lips could not: You’re alive.

In your hands, however, was an unconscious man. Your landing in the palace garden was uncharacteristically clumsy, each movement more crude and careless than usual. With little ceremony, you released the man from your grasp, letting him drop to the ground.

“Is anyone hurt?” Those were the first words she heard you say, your voice carrying over the distance between you. Despite everything, the sound of it filled her with a rush of relief. Like Mel, the servants and soldiers were overjoyed to see you, quickly forming a circle around you. “He was fleeing just before the explosion,” you continued, your tone brisk and authoritative as you gestured toward the unconscious man. “He’s one of the suspects. The officers will bring in more once they finish securing the perimeter. Send them all to the cells—investigation only comes after ensuring everyone’s safety.” Command after command fell from your lips as you directed the soldiers with unrelenting precision.

But before you could say more, the crowd parted, and Mel burst through with a speed that drew every eye.

Without a moment’s hesitation, the Empress flung herself into your arms, wrapping them tightly around your neck. Her grip trembled, a desperate hold that spoke of fear, relief, and a hundred emotions in between.

You froze, caught off guard, your body stiffening as the weight of her embrace pressed against you. Everyone was watching—the soldiers, the servants, the officers—but Mel didn’t seem to care. Her head buried in your shoulder, she held on as though she might lose you again.

For a moment, it felt as if the world had paused, leaving only the two of you in its stillness.

“Empress?” you whispered, your voice faltering as you tried—and failed—to return to formality.

“Y/N, are you hurt?” Mel stepped back just enough to scan your body, her gaze sharp and searching. The wet paint staining your skin had transferred to her once-immaculate clothing, vivid streaks of blood-red marring the pristine fabric. But she didn’t seem to notice, or if she did, she didn’t care.

Your armor was cracked from the explosion, and beneath it, cuts and bruises mapped your skin. The red marks covering your body weren’t just paint.

“There’s a fortress to the north of the palace,” Mel continued, her voice steady despite the tremor in her eyes. “We’ll be safe there.”

“You heard her, soldiers,” you commanded, turning to the gathered crowd. “Guide the people. Call the local guard and cordon off the area. Keep your eyes open.”

You avoided looking at her, your focus fixed on the soldiers and servants around you. Anything to avoid meeting her gaze. You feared that if you did, if you saw the pain in her eyes, the emotions you kept buried would surface, and everyone would know. They’d see the feelings you had for each other.

“You need medical attention.” Her voice was barely a whisper, soft and filled with concern, as her hand reached out to touch the crack in your armor. You flinched, recoiling from her gentle fingers—not because of the pain, but because of the others watching. Her touch was too intimate, too exposing. “Come with me,” she urged, her voice firm but laced with vulnerability.

Finally, you looked at her. The moonlight bathed her face, illuminating the fear in her watery eyes. It was a look you had never seen before, not in her. It was unbearable, impossible to resist. You sighed, the weight of her gaze breaking through your defenses. The command was quickly delegated to a trusted officer, and you surrendered to her request.

At the fortress, a small room was prepared for the two of you as you waited for the doctor’s arrival.

The tension between you hung heavy in the air, unspoken words filling the silence as the night stretched on.

"Are you certain you are unharmed?" It was the third time she had posed that question. Mel ceased her restless pacing before you, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her expression stern and authoritative. "Do not lie to me."

"I am fine. I managed to move away in time." Yet, despite your words, your hand remained pressed against the crack in your armor, staunching the wound to prevent further bleeding. "The furniture endured greater damage than I did."

"Your officer mentioned it wasn’t a surprise. You were aware of the attack." It was not the first time she broached this subject.

"We had suspicions, yes. The mistake was mine—I underestimated them." A sharp pain coursed through your ribs, momentarily robbing you of breath. "I did not imagine they would be bold enough to assault the palace."

"I would call it reckless. They will be apprehended before dawn." Mel’s voice carried an edge, an uncharacteristic sharpness coloring her tone. She was correct, but her rising agitation risked drawing unnecessary attention from the servants in the adjacent room. Their murmurs were already audible, weaving conjectures about your relationship with the empress.

"Mel." Her name escaped your lips in a quiet whisper, heavy with weariness and pain. It was the only way to get her attention. "Come here, please."

You extended your hand, urging her closer. She took it, her grasp firm, intense, and unyielding—holding onto you as though your life depended on it, as though you were slipping away.

Gently, you guided her to sit beside you, and at last, she fell silent.

"Everything is under control," you assured her, though her grip on your hand remained unrelenting. "The attack failed. No one was harmed."

"You were!" she countered, her voice breaking. "They hurted you. They could have..." Her words faltered, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I thought—"

You longed to embrace her, to pull her into your arms and quiet her fears. Every fiber of your battered body ached with the desire to hold her, to protect her from the terror she had endured. But the blood soaking through your side held you back. You could not bear the thought of staining her with your pain, of making her carry the burden of your failure.

Instead, you leaned forward carefully, wincing at the effort, and placed a brief, gentle kiss on her lips.

"I am here," you murmured. The words seemed to reach her at last. Her tension melted away, and for the first time that night, her expression softened into peace and relief.

But as you pulled back, her eyes opened, and they immediately found yours. Her gaze was unwavering, filled with regret, resolve, and something more profound.

"I want you to dance with me," she said, her voice steady, though her vulnerability was evident. "As you told me about this morning, as we discussed."

"No, Mel. It is unnecessary." You attempted to pull away, but the movement ignited another sharp pang in your side, leaving you paralyzed for a moment. You closed your eyes tightly, swallowing back a groan. "I am content. I am happy. You need not do anything." The words emerged faintly, but they carried a profound truth. You required nothing more. Mel was enough—her presence in the quiet of night, her strength at dawn. She brought you solace.

"I want this, Y/N," she insisted, her voice deep with conviction. "I want you to be more than mine in the shadows. I want us to be more than a secret concealed within the palace."

Her words struck you like a blow, and your body recoiled instinctively. You shifted back, ignoring the agony of the movement.

"This has been a difficult night. Emotions are heightened, and everyone is on edge. Let us simply..." You paused, gasping as the air seemed to abandon your lungs, another wave of pain overtaking you. "Let us wait for the night to pass. Decisions of this magnitude shouldn't be made now."

"Where is that cursed doctor?" Mel exclaimed, springing to her feet and marching toward the door in frustration. Finding no one approaching, her distress grew palpable.

Her gaze returned to you, fierce and resolute.

"I made my decision months ago. Tonight has only served to reaffirm how much—" Her words were abruptly cut off by the arrival of the doctor. You saw the unspoken curse she suppressed before she turned to explain the situation to him.

You didn't need to say anything; the doctor’s sharp eyes quickly assessed the severity of your injury and began the necessary treatment. As a precaution, he requested that the empress leave the room—whether out of suspicion or to spare her from witnessing the extent of the injury, you could not discern.

Reluctantly, Mel complied.

You did not see her for the rest of the night.

After a few stitches, sutures, and painkillers, you managed to rest.

The exact moment of sleep eluded your memory; you only recalled the adrenaline coursing through your veins eventually subsiding, leaving exhaustion to claim you. When you next opened your eyes, the imposing walls of Medarda Palace surrounded you. The room wasn’t your own—it could not have been repaired so quickly—but it exuded a familiar sense of hospitality.

Curious, you attempted to rise and observe your surroundings, only to be forced back onto the bed by a sharp pang of pain.

"Damnation!" The anger escaped your lips, followed by a stubborn resolve that helped you sit upright. Once seated, you noticed a small figure at a distance.

"Oh!" The young servant exclaimed as your eyes met his. Then, without another word, he bolted from the room.

Now alone, you began inspecting the chamber. Massive paintings adorned the towering walls, while a large window bathed the space in light. Tables and shelves filled the corners, crowded with letters and books.

The realization struck harder than the bruises marking your body: you were in Mel’s room. And now, every servant in the palace knew it. Soon, the entire nation would know you shared a bed with the empress.

Desperate and somewhat disoriented, you leaped from the bed with a strength fueled by fear. You had to leave, had to avoid the inevitable fallout—but you weren’t fast enough.

You hadn’t even made it halfway to the door when it abruptly swung open, revealing the empress herself.

"Empress Medarda." You straightened your posture, lifting your chin as you greeted her with composure. The cost of the movement was paid immediately: something along your side tore.

"Your stitches have broken." Her voice was cold, though her eyes revealed an tremor of concern. She turned to the guard at the door. "Call the physician."

Without hesitation, her orders were followed, leaving you alone with her once more.

"The suspects did not resist long." She began, her tone formal and composed as she approached you. "Within hours of interrogation, your officers extracted the names and locations of the Red Stain. The leaders have been arrested, and the minor members exiled. The nation is already aware: Noxus does not tolerate terrorism."

A warmth, unpleasant and oppressive, spread through your chest, forcing you to lean back as the empress advanced. By the time she had finished her update, you were seated on the edge of the bed, once again drained.

"I can relocate in a few days. It is the most prudent course of action, considering I could be a target again." Your tone carried the weight of both a general and her lover. Neither role could bear the thought of Mel being endangered because of you.

"The palace is the safest place in the nation. I have ensured that after tonight." Her firm voice left no room for argument.

You should have obeyed your empress. You should have accepted her proposal. You wanted to. A year had passed since you met, and your relationship had deepened, growing strong enough to withstand the wind of rumors. No Noxian tongue could poison what you shared.

Yet, yesterday had proven otherwise. The bomb planted in your quarters was the ultimate symbol of your deepest fear.

The nation hated you. At least a part of it—the faction still devoted to Ambessa. To them, you were an enemy, a traitor, a stranger. In their eyes, you would always remain a winged threat, a rat with feathers, not a citizen. Not a military leader. Not a worthy companion for the empress.

If your role as general was enough to provoke a violent movement like the Red Stain—if your work alone could motivate an attack on the heart of the capital—what could the exposure of your union with Mel incite?

What would their next move be? An uprising? Civil war? The assassination of the empress?

Each possibility that filled your mind was worse than the last, every thought flooding your chest with despair and dread.

"If this commitment frightens you—" Mel’s words cracked like a whip, cutting through the whirlwind of your thoughts. Her tone was careful, serene, yet the meaning sent a violent shudder through your body.

"What?" you interrupted, clearly confused and in pain. "How could you—What are you—" Your lips pressed into a tight line as you struggled to find the right words. "If a commitment to you frightened me, I would never have knocked on your door in the first place." Your voice was aggressive, laden with emotion despite your efforts to remain composed.

How could she even think such a thing?

"Then what is stopping you?" Her question was dry and precise, as if you were engaged in some impersonal debate.

For some reason, that made you snap.

"Because they hate everything I represent, Medarda!" Your body trembled with the force of your shout. "Forgiveness, mercy, new beginnings. To them, I am an invader, an unwelcome stranger to this nation."

Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks. Blood seeped through the bandages on your chest. Pain poured through your words, spilling from your lips with unbearable weight.

"If you cannot understand why this shakes me, then think like a politician. They will hate me—and they will hate you."

Your gaze fell as Mel moved; you lacked the strength to face her eyes.

"Your renewed nation will be lost because of our alliance. I cannot... I cannot allow that to happen."

Tears blurred your vision for what felt like an eternity. Drowning in pain, time seemed to freeze as anguish filled your chest and exhaustion took control of your body. You were exposed: your wounds lay open, as did your heart. The empress could do whatever she wanted with that — you had no strength left. All you could do was cry silently, blind to your surroundings.

Amidst a sea of salty tears, however, a dark figure came into view. In front of you, Mel’s face appeared; her scent quickly filled your lungs, and a wave of calmness helped you catch your breath again. Gently, her hands cradled your face, guiding it and patiently waiting until you met her gaze once more.

"I can’t either, Y/N." Her words warmed your face like a soft sigh. "And I won’t let this happen. But I want... I want..." In her brief hesitation, you noticed tears streaming down her face too. "I want you by my side. Not just at night, not as a secret. I want you as part of me, as part of my Empire." Her touch on your face grew slightly firmer, more vulnerable and uncertain. What left her lips was not an order but a plea: "Be my spouse."

Your wings immediately fluttered in response: they tried to take flight, a clear revelation of your first instinct. Yes, yes, yes! you wanted to shout. You wanted to hold Mel, wrap her in your arms, and take her to the skies. You wanted to dance with her, to celebrate your union — you wanted to be hers.

But fear still caused a tremor in your voice.

"I don’t want you to get hurt because of me."

"Hiding you from everyone is my greatest suffering, Y/N." Her reply made your eyes widen. "I’m done with these games; I need you out of these webs of interests and lies, I—"

"Yes." Your voice, finally firm, cut through her passionate speech. As much as you wanted to hear more, as much as you wanted to know, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. "Yes, yes! I will dance with you."

A laugh, carrying equal parts relief and joy, echoed through the empress’s chamber. She laughed with vulnerability, like when you spoke late at night, when your wild tales stole smiles from her until the first rays of sunlight appeared. But this time, her laughter resounded, powerful, meant to be heard by everyone.

Now, you no longer had to hide.

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Somnophilia

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

Somnophilia, or the Sleeping Beauty Syndrome, is the interest or sexual arousal in the idea of having sex with a Sleeping partner. Somnophilia is considered a predatory type of kink or paraphilia. Somnophilia is a pretty interesting kink/paraphilia psychology is still studying.

Some people enjoy it due to the power they feel when their partner wakes up, surprised by pleasure. These partnerships typically have prediscussed consent. Some people enjoy it because they have total power in the situation and have expressed frustration when their partner wakes up. Some people who expressed frustration also referenced using sleeping medication on their partner to prevent them from waking leading psychologists down darker path while studying this kink.

There's a lot of gross things we could get into when discussing somnophilia, but I'll be honest, I'm not interested in discussing the darker side of the kink world on this one. I'm just interested in you all getting to read about Rhys helping reader's delicious dreams come true.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Rhysand x Reader

Warnings - mentions of alcohol, reader is asleep (which should be given), Rhys using his powers over the mind for a little bit

Rhys hated long nights away from you.

He hated being trapped in a room with 7 other egotistical males, no advisers involved, trying to talk through issues between them all that had happened years ago while the highest of the Priestesses sat and mediated.

There were times when that poor female needed, no deserved, a drink more than he felt he did, but he knew this was for the fae they all looked after. One united front. A united realm. A goal Rhysand had dreamed of since he was a boy, a goal made possible with the death of Beron and Eris's rise. Now the last hitch was he and Tamlin. And Gods did having to air their dirty laundry to every High Lord piss him off.

He finished the last bit of his wine, annoyed as he held the empty bottle in his hand. It was then a dance of something came across the bond. Something so faint he knew you were projecting it in your sleep, but it had his attention nonetheless.

Rhys went up the stairs, entering your shared chambers as quietly as he could. He was greeted by the soft whisper of his name ringing in his ears like the melody of a siren's spell.

There, laying in the bed that until recently he slept alone in, was you with your head buried into his pillow. He could tell by the half empty wine glass and the book on the bed, you had drifted off to sleep suddenly. He approached slowly, studying the silk and lace nightgown adorning your body as he took off his own clothing.

It was then that it hit him, another soft moan of his name as your legs shifted, rubbing together before subconsciously falling slightly apart, exposing your glistening core to him. The scent of your arousal flooded his nose, intoxicating him as he crawled on top of you, holding your mind in that blissful dreamy state.

His cock twitched as he stared at your wet folds, at your cunt just squeezing around nothing. You looked so peaceful, so happy, so submissive and usable. He held your mind a little tighter, waiting until you moaned again to shift you and place one of your legs on his hips.

He ran his cock through your folds, biting his lip to hold back a moan at the wetness and warmth that greeted him. Rhysand then tool a breath, centering himself before entering you slowly inch by inch. Your lips fell open into the perfect o, breath stilled, a more desperate whimper left your mouth as he began to move in and out of you.

Rhysand had not felt control like this in years. He cherished every deep plunge, every drag of him against your soft walls. He cherished the way your breath was hitching, moans falling more spurring him on.

He could feel your mind starting to fight to wake up as he dragged down the night gown and exposed your breasts to himself. Your peaked nipples were like a treat just sitting and waiting, aching for his mouth and hands.

He didn't have time for that right now, though. You were on the brink of orgasm. He felt every sped up pulse of you, every wiggle. He released your mind right as your core tightened. You woke up barreling through an orgasm, hips lifting as your leg wrapped around a body.

You realized it was Rhysand slowly, a smirk playing on your lips as he took the nod you gave him as permission. His rough hands moved to your ass, gripping the plush flesh there, and he began pounding.

Each thrust was so hard, so deep, you had to put a hand on the headboard to stop yourself from being slammed into it. Rhysand's eyes had squeezed shut, and his head had fallen back between his shoulder blades. Two large wings littered with scars appeared behind his back as he began to growl in pleasure. They flared wide in dominance as you screamed for him, falling off the edge quickly for a second time.

"Gods, yes!" Your back arched off the bed as you gripped the satin sheets in your hands. "Fucking use me, Rhys. Feels so good, baby. So fucking good."

He growled again, moaning your name in response. "Almost there," he ground out. "Tell me where, darling."

"Inside me," the answer was so desperate. You were so close to that third orgasm. "Need you to fill me. Been so long."

Too damn long, Rhys said to himself mentally. He felt you begin pulsing again, a whine of his name leaving your throat, and it ripped him over the edge. The windows and house shook as he roared, spilling so deeply into you that you would leak his seed for weeks.

Rhys collapsed into you, chest heaving in time with yours as he buried into your breasts. "I-" He began, blinking as he realized what he had done, the line he potentially crossed. "I do not know what came over me."

You hushed him, bringing his lips to yours with a smile. "You just needed some control, Rhys. It's okay. I'm always happy to oblige my High Lord."

He rolled off of you, taking your nightgown with him, and began pulling you under the covers, snuggling deep into you. "Let's sleep, y/n."

"Of course," you reached up, kissing him deeply again. "Just don't be surprised when I wake you up with my lips wrapped around you."

Rhysand's eyes snapped open, looking down at you. "You beautiful wicked little creature. There are no words for how deeply I love that dirty mind of yours."He leaned down to kiss you.

"I love you too, my handsome, intelligent, and powerful mate. Goodnight, Rhysand."

"Goodnight, y/n Darling. I'll be looking for you in my dreams."

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[devieuls]

ˋ Haunted . ✹

Qimir x Ex Jedi Fem Reader < SERIES >

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Sith Lord Qimir x Fem ex Jedi Reader.

(during the series)

SMUT: Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; fingering; Blood; Spit; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; betrayal; slut shaming; oral sex; dacryphilia; outdoorsex; jealousy BDSM. Dom Qimir ANGST: toxic relationship, self-harm, derealization, suffering, Requited / Unrequited love, prejudices, bullying and insults. There will be flashbacks in this series

Aged characters: Qimir 35 y.o / You 22 y.o.

Synopsis: In a twisted web of light and darkness, two opposites are facing each other, dancing on a thin thread called fate. What happens when light and darkness dance on a wire called destiny, two eternal opposites that inevitably attract each other and create something perfectly powerful and chaotic to unite the power of two in one? The answer emerges in a journey of tension and attraction, where yin and yang discover that their opposition is nothing but a reflection of a deep and unexpected connection. This is the story of how destruction is akin to peace, how the moon one day decided to save the sun, how darkness is not so dark and evil so bad. A journey towards change and desire, where opposing forces merge into a future that no one could have predicted.

(Following some events of the series)

Lenght: 4.2k

TW: THE SERIES WILL BE FULL OF DELICATE TOPICS!

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⠀⠀⠀⠀Chapter II: The Loss

“You are like me…” he whispered a short distance from your lips.

The tension between you was almost tangible in the air. The fire burning in the cave cast shadows on his chiseled features, making his eyes shine with an intense and dark light. His gaze was piercing, but it was no longer just malice: there was a deep understanding, a dangerous invitation. His words, making their way into your mind, mingled with your thoughts, bringing you to a realization you didn’t want to accept. You swallowed. You couldn’t give in, you couldn’t allow yourself to become what he said you were. You were not like that. With a tremendous effort, you pushed his hand away, taking a step back to break the spell that seemed to envelop you both.

“I’m not like you,” you declared, your voice firm, though still charged with that tension that seemed ready to explode at any moment. “I won’t let the dark side consume me. I won’t become a monster like you.” Silence fell between you two. The man slowly withdrew, as if accepting your decision, but with an expression that suggested his offer was far from withdrawn. Perhaps, he thought, it would only take another moment of weakness, another moment of raw reality, to make everything you believed in crumble.

“A monster?” he repeated with chilling and sarcastic calm, his voice like silk sliding over your defenses. “Is that how you were taught to see us? What monstrosity is there in feeling free, y/n? Free, from everything that holds you back… free from the weight of a code that suppresses and represses emotions. Your emotions.” His words were a dangerous whisper, insinuating themselves into your heart with lethal precision. He knew exactly where to strike, where your hidden wounds could be opened. And every time he spoke, it seemed he was getting closer, physically and mentally, to a part of you that had taken years to hide. “See, I’m not bound by anything,” he continued, with a kind of dark pride, tilting his head slightly as if to study you better. “And neither should you be. Have you never felt that desire inside you? The urge to push beyond the limits that have been imposed on you? To let go?” His hand moved again, slowly, deliberately, resting on your shoulder this time, as his body moved close enough for you to feel the warmth of his presence. Despite everything, you couldn’t pull away. Every fiber of your being fought against yourself, yet his proximity was a temptation you were finding increasingly difficult to resist.

“You’re like me,” he whispered once more, his voice a warm breath near your ear. “No matter how much you try to deny it. No matter how hard you try to repress what you feel. The dark side flows within you… the anger, the pain… the desire. Isn’t that what makes us alive?” You swallowed, your breath short as you struggled to maintain control, but each word he spoke hit you with surgical precision. Each whisper dragged you closer to the edge of a dark and unknown abyss. Your mind was in turmoil, torn between denial and an unsettling awareness. There was something true in his words. Your pain, your anger… the emotions you had always suppressed were there, on the surface, and the idea of releasing them was alluring like a forbidden promise.

“Let me go.” you hissed, your voice breaking between the tension and the desire to break the spell that seemed to surround you both. “I am not like you. I will never be like you.” The smile that spread slowly across the Sith’s face was predatory, laden with a confidence that made you seethe with frustration. But there was also something more… a hidden desire, a dark curiosity that made him look at you as if you were an enigma he desperately wanted to solve. “Not now,” he admitted, bringing his face even closer to yours, his eyes probing yours with such intensity that made you shiver. “But one day… you will understand. One day you will see what I see in you.”

His hand slid down your arm, stopping at your wrist, the touch light but firm, as if he could control not just your movements, but also your thoughts. He leaned in towards you, his face now just inches from yours, his lips dangerously close, enough to make your heartbeat quicken. His warm breath brushed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “When that day comes,” he whispered, his voice a breath that seemed to penetrate every defense you had, “you won’t be able to turn back. And then, finally, you will be free.” His eyes seemed to linger on your lips for a moment, making you hold your breath once more inexplicably. You remained still, caught between revulsion and an attraction you didn’t want to admit or truly understand. Every word he said made your convictions waver, yet inside you, your will still resisted, clinging to that last shred of light that kept you anchored to your code, to your identity.

The man let you go slowly, aware of the tension between you, of the thin thread he was weaving between desire and temptation. He moved back slightly, never breaking eye contact, his smile faintly triumphant, as if he knew the battle was won, but the war between you was far from over. “Until then, I hope you enjoy your days with me as my guest,” he murmured, making you shiver. And as he walked away, you stood there, your heart still in turmoil, your emotions bubbling inside you. You quickly recovered from that moment of fragility, only to look at him with a sharp gaze. “Days?” you hissed as you watched him extinguish the fire that had been cooking the food he had been tasting only moments before. “The ship has sustained severe damage, and before it’s properly repaired, I’ll need a few days, if not weeks,” he said calmly and placidly as he took two bowls, filling the first with what looked like soup. “Weeks…” you whispered, swallowing, and then you watched the man. “I don’t have weeks. I need to find my sister.” You declared, advancing with a purposeful step, as if this might intimidate him. “Mae? You don’t need to find her.” he said with that soft voice, his eyes now shining with an unexpectedly delicate and sad calm. The atmosphere suddenly grew heavier, as if those words were laden with a weight you couldn’t yet fully comprehend. You stopped a step away from him, the stranger’s words echoing in your mind like a challenge. His calm tone, the apparent sweetness in his gaze, all seemed so contrasting with the darkness you knew was inside him. It had to be a mask, one of many he wore to get what he wanted. “I don’t need to find her?” you repeated, your tone sarcastic, looking at him as if you wanted to pierce through his deceptively gentle demeanor. The man offered you the bowl with the same calmness he had spoken, as if the entire situation was under his complete control.

“She’s dead.” His words were like a sharp blade that cut through every certainty and security you had left. The world around you seemed to stop, every sound fading as if it had been sucked into a silent vortex. The bowl of food he offered you seemed unreal, an absurd gesture amidst the horror you were experiencing.

That word echoed in your mind, bouncing like a distorted echo. Dead… Dead? Chaos began to spread in your head, a storm of pain and disbelief that overwhelmed you without warning. Your vision blurred, and the world seemed to wobble beneath your feet. It couldn’t be true. Not Mae. Not your sister, your other half, the only person who had always supported you, whom you would have given anything to protect despite the distance that had separated you two over time. She couldn’t be dead… not her Your mind refused to accept it. You felt your breath falter, as if the weight of the air had become unbearable. A lump tightened in your throat, preventing you from speaking, from shouting at him, at the entire universe for that unbearable cruelty. Pain enveloped you, an unrelenting wave that slowly suffocated you as you tried to breathe but couldn’t find the air.

“You’re lying,” you managed to whisper, staring at the floor, still incredulous. A part of you wanted to deny it, to fight against reality. But another part, darker and more destructive, knew it was true. You already felt that emptiness inside you, a chasm widening more and more. The man watched you in silence, his gaze becoming more serious, almost reflective. Perhaps, for a moment, he realized he had inflicted too deep a wound, that he had unleashed a pain even he hadn’t anticipated. “I saw her…” he said in a strangely gentle lower voice, a note of empathy contrasting with his dark nature. It almost seemed like he was trying to reach out to you in that moment of tearing anguish, as if, somehow, he could understand the storm that was devouring you from within. But even his calm seemed calculated, a hand extended into the darkness but with a precise purpose. “You killed her.” Your voice trembled with firmness, but there was no hesitation in the words. It should have been a question, but it came from your lips like a condemnation. A final sentence you had already assigned him, as if it were the only possible answer.

The air in the cave grew thicker, everything around you seemed to fade, the cold rock of the cave beneath your feet, all becoming indistinct. The only sound reaching you was the accelerated beat of your heart, echoing in your ears. The stranger remained still, his gaze fixed on you. For a moment, a flicker of compassion crossed his face, but he quickly masked it with the impassive calm that seemed to be a part of him. “No,” he replied slowly, his tone calm and measured. “It wasn’t me.” He paused, as if choosing his next words carefully, watching your reaction with unsettling precision. “The Jedi.” “You’re a fucking liar” you hissed, your voice sharp as a blade. Each word was laced with poison as the pain inside you twisted like a wounded beast. You felt your mind scream against the lie, the disdain for him consuming you.

He didn’t react immediately, his gaze softening slightly, as if he understood the chaos you were going through. Perhaps, you thought, he was enjoying the torment he had unleashed, like a patient predator waiting for the right moment to strike. Slowly, without breaking eye contact, he sighed slightly, his face stoic, cold, and aware. “What do you think a Jedi does when they encounter a Sith who doesn’t bow to their commands?” His voice was a cutting whisper, like a sharp blade sliding across skin. The tone left no room for doubt: he was trying to dismantle your certainties, to confront you with a reality you had avoided, he wasn’t lying. “Sol said they would judge her… it’s not possible that—” you started to stammer, the words tangled in your turmoil.

“He killed her? Just because he’s your master, do you think he wouldn’t lie for a greater good?” He interrupted you with a coldness and frankness that seemed to penetrate your bones. “Do you think you would have followed him if he had told you that your sister’s fate was already decided?” His words hit like punches, shattering your ordered thoughts. Each word seemed to reveal a new uncomfortable truth, a missing piece in the puzzle forming in your mind. “You were a Jedi. You should know their tactics, their lies.” His voice was relentless, a cold whisper seeping into the deepest recesses of your being. “Think about it, y/n… why would I kill my pupil?” With a fluid gesture, he set the bowl aside, his gaze admiring your growing realization. Your knees gave way, and you collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed, forgetting the pain from your wounds. Your eyes filled with tears as you tried to understand the truth that was unfolding. Pain and confusion mingled, as the image of your sister, what you had lost, became clearer in your mind. The image of Sol, the master you had admired, was cracking, becoming something monstrous, something cold. You felt betrayed by the person you trusted most. The reality you had believed to be secure crumbled around you, as a cold tear traced down your face.

“I am not the enemy,” he said, his voice low and warm, but his tone was a mix of persuasion and understanding. “The Jedi betrayed you, they killed your sister… They lied to you, used you for their grand game.” Your mind struggled to push back his words, but they seemed to have a cruel and devastating sense. The pain you felt in your chest was nowhere near the anger and fire burning inside you. “I offer you freedom,” His words resonated like a dark chant, promising an escape from torment, a freedom that seemed as alluring as it was dangerous. His hand, offered with an almost elegant grace, was reflected in the dim light of the cave, creating a contrast with the darkness surrounding you. “I offer you revenge.”

Slowly raising your face to look at the man, you felt the world around you blur into an indistinct gray, as if your very existence was suspended between light and darkness. His face was a mask of calm, but your eyes, now glassy and full of pain, sought to grasp that gesture, that palm offered like a lifeline in a stormy sea. The pain of losing your sister, the betrayal you had just discovered, mixed with a growing awareness of how your life had always been manipulated. Every memory, every lesson you had followed, now seemed to question the meaning of your existence.

His words seeped into your mind, tempting you with the promise of revenge that you so deeply desired. His gaze, now so close to yours, was laden with an almost irresistible persuasion. Your trembling hand slowly reached out towards his, the idea of giving in to the dark side, of finding a way to channel your pain and anger, was seductive. But you also knew that accepting this offer meant abandoning everything you had believed in, everything you had fought for in vain. Justice, peace, impartiality… Yet, as you looked at him, the inner torment was palpable. Every fiber of your being screamed against this choice, but the temptation was strong, like a flame threatening to consume you. The moment your hand neared his was charged with palpable tension. Every movement seemed to slow down, as if time itself was holding its breath waiting for your decision. His words were a soft seduction, a call drawing you towards an unknown abyss, and your mind was torn between desperation and the desire for revenge.

As your hand approached his, an inner resistance made its way through you. You stopped your trembling hand just a few millimeters from his, as a wave of awareness and pain overwhelmed you. You swallowed hard and took a deep breath, closing your hand into a fist and withdrawing it from the Sith's. You felt a crushing weight in your chest, as new tears threatened to streak down your face. You pulled your knees to your chest, trying to shield yourself from the seductive temptation of revenge that was corrupting your mind. Your mind closed in on itself, a desperate refuge against the pain. It was an act of self-defense amidst the storm that Mae's death had unleashed.

The man, observing your refusal and your attempt to cling to that side of light, moved closer with a mixture of respect and understanding. He knelt before you, his intense and deep gaze almost as if he was peering into your soul. "What wonderful creatures we are…" he murmured, his tone reflective and tinged with a sort of fascinating sadness, as he placed two fingers under your chin, gently lifting it to make you look into his eyes. "Even in the revelation of the betrayal we have suffered, seeing the depth of our despair, we refuse to betray what has hurt us the most." His observation was both a compliment and a critique, a recognition of your resilience and a reflection on your internal struggle. You sighed deeply, your gaze now seemingly devoid of emotion, dimmed. "A special bond, isn't it?" he continued, watching you with an expression of admiration. "Between a master and his pupil." His words seemed laden with a sort of melancholic respect, almost as if recalling memories of his own, as if he understood your loyalty and your pain.

The man rose slowly, with a graceful and measured movement. His figure, elegant and imposing, stood out against the dim light of the cave, which seemed to illuminate almost naturally. With a nearly hypnotic calm, he approached the bowl he had set aside earlier, his gaze never leaving you. There was something surprisingly caring in his demeanor, a disturbing contrast to his previous coldness and stoicism. He looked at you as he took the bowl and approached you again, his physical presence emanating a kind of warmth, but now it seemed almost like a protective gesture. The bowl was still warm, the aroma of the soup wafting from inside was rich and inviting, yet you could only feel the weight of your grief.

"You should eat, or you’ll never feel better." the Sith said, his voice low and soft, with an undertone of concern you had never heard before. The tone was gentle, almost paternal, and his gaze was filled with genuine worry for you as he offered you the bowl. His hands were steady as he presented the food, as if the gesture itself was a demonstration of his intention to care for you. "I'm not hungry," you replied in a whisper, your determination to refuse his offer now a sign of pure and sincere sadness that held your appetite hostage. The feline-eyed man, however, did not seem inclined to yield. His expression changed, revealing a slight hint of frustration but also gentle determination. "Don’t make me force you to eat," he said, his voice growing firmer and harder, but maintaining that slight caring quality. He swallowed, clearing his throat as he moved closer. He knelt beside you, lowering his body to be at eye level with you. It seemed that every action of his was calculated to elicit a response, to persuade you to give in to his sincere desire to help you. His hands, as they offered you the bowl, were warm and gentle, contrasting with the coldness of your emotional state.

“I don’t want to force you,” he continued, his tone almost pleading, softer. “But you need to help yourself heal. I can’t let you destroy yourself. Not now, not after everything you’ve been through.” His concern for you was palpable, a stark contrast to the image of a heartless Sith. There was a tenderness in his gestures that seemed more easily associated with the behavior of two lovers, an inexplicable concern for you. You watched him for a few seconds, your heart a tumult of emotions, fighting a war you had always been careful not to create. The bowl was now there, in your hands, placed by that man whose name you didn’t even know. His gaze was kind, as if with just one word from you, he would have done anything. At that moment, he seemed like the only point of reference in a sea of confusion and pain.

“I don’t trust you,” you stated, your voice sharp and determined, as if every word was a barrier erected against any attempt to get closer. You felt that every word of his was a trap, a well-orchestrated game to break down your defenses. Yet, despite your contempt, there was something in his way of speaking to you that made it difficult to ignore him completely. “You are the reason they killed her. You are the reason for all of this.” The man sighed and then offered you a light, friendly smile. His face was now relaxed again, while in his eyes there was an inexplicable spark. “You’re right not to trust me,” he calmly replied, his voice soft and enveloping, while he slightly tilted his head in a gesture that seemed almost affectionate. “But trust your instincts.” His posture was relaxed. “Why would I want to hurt you after I saved you, healed you, and fed you? My aim, y/n, is not to destroy you.” His tone was sincere, and although you could sense a subtle manipulation, his words had a strong echo of truth. You wondered what he really wanted from you, but you had neither the time nor the inclination to delve deeper into the apparent kindness. Yet, every one of his actions still felt like a trap, an intricate mind game designed to break down your defenses.

For a few minutes, the silence between you became heavy, every word spoken seemed like a hammer blow on a glass wall. Your gaze landed for a second on the bowl in your hands. He wasn’t entirely wrong; after all, he had gone out of his way to save you when he didn’t have to, he had healed your wounds, taken care of you during your recovery, and now he had even cooked something warm to help you get back on your feet. You were the one being harsh at the moment. If he really had wanted to hurt you, he wouldn’t have hesitated—after all, you were injured and weak. With a quieter tone, but full of palpable unease, you spoke to him. “What’s your name?” you asked. Your voice was almost a whisper in the wind, broken but determined. The man raised his eyes, a shadow of curiosity in them. “I don’t have a name,” his tone was warm and harmonious, almost reassuring. “Qimir, call me Qimir,” he simply replied, once he saw the confusion in your gaze, with a tone that seemed almost intimate and sweet.

He slowly stood up from the ground, turning toward the exit. His shoulders were tense, but his step, like his demeanor, was elegant and measured as he walked away from you. He left you alone with your thoughts and the chaos of your emotions. With one last glance at you, he gently closed the door behind him. The metallic sound of the door closing echoed in the cave like a reminder of the solitude that now surrounded you. Inside the cave, there was a deep and absolute silence that would last only a short time.

Qimir leaned his back against the cold surface of the door, his breathing heavy and controlled as a weight inside him, at the height of his heart, grew heavier. The echoes of your sobs and tears penetrated through the door, and he remained there, motionless, listening to every single sound with closed eyes. The mask of tranquility and stoicism fell from his face with unprecedented speed, giving way to concern as he ached for your suffering. He tried to bury his concern for you with the pain of losing his own apprentice. But your crying was a heartbreaking melody, a stifled, silent cry of anguish that reflected in every sob and tear that streamed down your face. You were breaking, you needed to release the storm you had inside, clutching your hand to your heart. Inside the cave, the sound of your muffled sobs filled the air, your trembling hands gripping your skin, digging your nails into your flesh, trying to find comfort in the pain itself. You could feel the bond with your sister fading more and more, slowly, like a shadow that moves in the dying sun, fading into the darkness of the night

Qimir stayed there, sitting on the ground with his head resting against the door, his back rigid as he listened to the pain pouring into the room. Your stifled screams, the sobs, the sound of your crying that filled the air were tormenting him, but he knew your pride would prevent any form of vulnerability in front of him. Yet, as he listened to you, a part of him inexplicably found itself wanting to come in, to offer you a word of comfort, to share at least a fragment of that pain. He saw in you the same resilience he had seen in his old apprentice, reflected in your eyes and your voice, in your face. Mae, with her love for you and the pain of your separation, had spoken to him about you so much that he felt he knew you on an almost intimate level, even though you had never really met him before then. He realized that even though his affection for you was partly artificial, born from Mae’s words and his reflections, he was genuinely concerned for you. He wanted you to find some peace, to be able to face your grief without feeling judged or threatened by his unfamiliar presence, allowing you to mourn both your loss and his.

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Notes :

My beloved flowers, let me know if you like the story. Thank you for the support with the likes and reblogs, they help a lot my work and the commitment I put into it. <3

-Mel

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[queenshelby]

Forbidden Desire (Part Eleven)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest (at this stage accidental), Age Gap, PTSD, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Fluff, Smut

After the earth-shattering revelation that Thomas Shelby was your long-lost uncle, your world was turned upside down. The truth weighed heavily upon your shoulders, casting a dark cloud of desire and forbidden love that enveloped your every thought.

Yearning for a real father figure and a sense of belonging, you found solace in Arthur's attempts to embrace you as his own. Yet, deep within, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions tugged at your heart. The news of Arthur being your father was a bitter pill to swallow, especially as you had already fallen under the spell of Thomas. Despite the twisted nature of your newfound familial ties, an undeniable thrill coursed through your veins at the mere thought of him.

Polly, ever perceptive, was aware of your forbidden desires. In due course, she orchestrated your induction into the Shelby Family, much to your mother's displeasure. In the midst of a family gathering, you were welcomed as an equal, officially cementing your place within the Shelby clan.

Within weeks, Polly took you under her wing, unveiling the intricacies of the Shelby name. She showed you how to navigate the treacherous waters of their empire, providing you with the tools to forge your own path. In her tutelage, you learned the art of negotiation and gained the confidence to command respect from those who once stood above you. Your transformation did not go unnoticed, as your newfound assertiveness radiated like a beacon.

Linda, resentful of Arthur for allowing your rise within the Shelby Company Limited, would often remark, "You truly are a Shelby." In the bustling office, you commanded attention with your sharp wit and no-nonsense attitude. Even the other Peaky Blinders marvelled at your ability to tackle any challenge that crossed your path. Your formidable uncle, Tommy, couldn't help but be drawn to this "new you."

"I see you've settled right in, taking charge like a true fucking Shelby," Tommy proclaimed proudly upon his return from the United States, where he had forged an alliance with Al Capone.

A mischievous twinkle danced in your eyes as you replied, "Indeed, Tommy," fully aware of the captivating presence you now possessed. Tommy's gaze lingered upon you, unable to tear himself away from the magnetic force you had become.

As such, his desire for you quickly resurfaced when he returned to the office after you had last seen him three weeks ago, and this desire was now becoming stronger with each day.

Your desire for your newfound uncle, however, had never really been extinguished even though, deep down, you knew that this forbidden infatuation could never be. The more you tried to fight it, the harder it seemed to resist.

Now that he was back in Birmingham, this was going to be problematic, and you could not help but tease him, making sure that he knew that you still did not care about the fact that he was your uncle.

Thus, one day, as you were engrossed in analysing some financial documents, you became aware of a pair of intense eyes fixed upon you. Raising your gaze, you caught Thomas giving you that infamous Shelby smirk, glimmering with a mixture of admiration and something darker.

"Enjoying the view, Tommy?" you quipped, unable to resist the temptation of toying with your uncle and letting him know that you knew he was watching you. After all, power breeds confidence, and confidence tempts fate.

Thomas leaned against the door frame, his voice dripping with the perfect blend of arrogance and desire. "The view is quite remarkable indeed, but it's not the scenery that has captured my attention, Love," he mused, and the air between you crackled with an intoxicating mix of tension and attraction.

“I didn’t think it was, uncle,” you teased and little did you realise just how deeply Tommy still desired you, his thoughts consumed by the forbidden possibilities.

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As days turned into weeks, though, the flirtation between you and your uncle escalated. The stolen glances, lingering touches, and suggestive banter left a trail of electric anticipation in the air.

However, Tommy, consumed by his position and familial responsibilities, fought tooth and nail to keep the burgeoning attraction at bay. He knew all too well the dangers of allowing desires to steer his course, especially when they involved his own flesh and blood.

Reminding yourself of the bond you shared as a family, you tried to suppress the growing feelings within you as well. This was a line that should never be crossed again, no matter how tempting it may be.

One evening, though, as the sun dipped below the Birmingham skyline, you found yourself alone with your uncle in his dimly lit office. The cogs of desire turned ceaselessly in both of your minds, threatening to break free from their self-imposed restraints.

"You know damn well what you're doing to me, don't you Love?" Tommy whispered his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine.

“I do, Thomas and I am enjoying it. You were the first man I have ever slept with, and I most certainly don’t have any regrets, even after finding out that we are related,” you smirked before a moment of tense silence hung heavy in the air like a thick fog, the unspoken truth lingering between you. The forbidden fruit was tantalisingly close, the taste both bitter and alluring.

“But, I respect your decision. I know how important the elections are for the company, and I also know how important you are to this family of which I am now part. So, I won’t stand in your way,” you reassured your uncle, your voice filled with a mixture of admiration and apprehension. The weight of the upcoming elections for the company and the significance of your role as a member of this esteemed family was not lost on you. You knew that your uncle's leadership was crucial, and you didn't want to impede his progress.

As he stepped closer, his presence enveloped you, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. It sent shivers down your spine, igniting a desire that surged through your veins. The intensity of your emotions was almost overwhelming, but you managed to maintain your composure.

His response was immediate, his voice dripping with an intoxicating blend of passion and confidence. "You could never stand in my way, Love," Tommy declared, his gaze locked with yours. It was as if time stood still at that moment, and you couldn't help but feel a wave of vulnerability wash over you.

A shy smile played on your lips as you absorbed his words. "No?" you whispered, your voice barely audible. Tommy's hand gently caressed your face, his touch both tender and possessive.

"No, never," he assured you, his smile radiant as he pulled away slightly. He seemed to savour the tension between you, revelling in the unspoken connection that bound you together. "I have a gift for you," he revealed, his voice filled with anticipation.

With a delicate flourish, he presented you with a beautifully wrapped parcel. The vibrant green satin dress nestled within shimmered in the soft glow of the room. Its luxurious fabric seemed to come alive, whispering promises of elegance and allure. It was a testament to the exquisite taste and attention to detail that Tommy possessed.

You couldn't help but be captivated by the dress, its beauty mirroring the complexity of your emotions. It symbolised the delicate balance between duty and desire, representing the choices you were faced with in this intricate dance of power and love.

"Before I knew that you were my niece, I had something special planned for your birthday. This no longer seems appropriate now as it involved a date at the pictures and several hours of fucking. But I wanted you to have this dress anyway, as it was custom-made for you. It should fit you perfectly, and perhaps you could wear it at your birthday party next week,” Tommy exclaimed, hearted.

The beauty of the dress filled you with conflicted emotions - gratitude, desire, and a tinge of sadness. You couldn't ignore the fact that Thomas had desired you before discovering your blood connection. It was a bittersweet gift, a reminder of the love that could never be.

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The day of your birthday had finally arrived, and Polly spared no expense in hosting a lavish celebration for their newest member. Arrow House was adorned with twinkling lights and fragrant roses, the grandeur of the occasion evident in every glittering detail.

As you walked down the sweeping staircase adorned in the green satin dress gifted to you by your own uncle, the room fell silent. All eyes were on you, the long-lost daughter of Arthur Shelby, now officially welcomed into the Shelby Family.

The dress clung to your curves, accentuating every tantalising inch of you. Thomas, unable to resist the sight before him, felt his desire for you intensify with each step you took. It was as if the very air around him crackled with a forbidden energy.

He couldn't tear his gaze away, mesmerised by your beauty. He cursed himself for the wicked thoughts that danced through his mind, yearning to touch and taste what he knew he could never have again.

The music swirled through the room, a melody of voices and laughter, yet all Thomas could hear was the pounding of his own heart, a wild beat that threatened to expose his desires to the world.

In a quiet corner of Arrow House, beneath a veil of shadows, you mustered the courage to approach Tommy to thank him for his generous gift. The ache within you had become unbearable, the desire to kiss him consuming your every thought.

“Thank you for the dress,” you told him almost shyly as his penetrating gaze met yours, and you could see the struggle in his eyes.

“You are welcome, Love,” Tommy responded as he looked at you, desire mixed with guilt, creating a tempestuous storm within his troubled soul.

"You look stunning in it, just as I had anticipated,” he whispered, his voice tinged with need. It was a dangerous game he was playing, his words a tantalising invitation into the forbidden depths of his desires.

Lizzie Stark, who had harboured affection for Thomas for years and who was carrying his child, watched your interaction with a mix of envy and resentment. The rivalry between you and Lizzie had always existed, but now it had become intertwined with the complex tapestry of desire and blood that bound Thomas to you.

She knew about past intimacy between you and Tommy and thought that all of this was in the past now that you were part of the family.

“Lizzie is clearly still worried about you and me,” you smirked, causing Tommy to chuckle as you both noticed her eyes on you.

“Well, Lizzie has always had a dislike for women I am associating myself with, and you are clearly no exception,” Tommy acknowledged, causing you to laugh.

“But you are not associating yourself with me anymore. She, of all persons, should know that now that she reminds me of our family bond every day, referring to you as my fucking uncle,” you said with some annoyance in your voice, causing Tommy to chuckle.

“Does she now?” Tommy chuckled, causing you to nod.

“Yes, Uncle Tommy. She does. And perhaps you should have a word with her about it and tell her to stop being so pitiful,” you told Tommy before you beckoned him with a mischievous smile.

“Now come, I need to show you something,” you then told your uncle before leading him upstairs to one of the guestrooms in Arrow House, and as Tommy followed you silently, desire burned hot between you, pulsating with a fierce urgency.

“Show me what, Love?” Tommy ought to enquire as, confidently, you pulled him into the empty room before, in the dimly lit corner, you pressed your lips against his with a passionate fervour, your hands exploring his body with a mixture of longing and desperation.

It was a kiss laden with desperation, a passionate struggle against the convictions that threatened to tear you apart. For a fleeting moment, nothing else mattered, and the world outside that room ceased to exist.

But just as quickly as it had begun, Thomas pulled away, his face a maelstrom of regret and self-reproach. "No," he said, his voice ragged and filled with torment.

His grip on your shoulders tightened as he tried to find the words. "Y/N, I am your fucking uncle,” he said, his voice thick with anguish. It was a reminder that echoed through your mind, a harsh reality that threatened to shatter the fragile illusion of forbidden love.

“Yes, I know, but it is also my birthday, and I am already drunk on the champagne,” you told him, realising once again how much you still loved him as, in your eyes, disappointment mingled with frustration.

Thomas looked torn, his resolve waning under the weight of his desires. But his sense of duty fought fiercely against the raw passion that had entwined your souls. It was a battle for his moral compass, and he knew it would forever change the dynamic of the family if he surrendered to temptation.

"I can't Love. It's not just about us. It's about my fucking reputation, the elections, and everything that holds our family together, and you fucking know that, don’t you, eh" he repeated again, using the same words that he used on you two weeks ago. His voice was heavy with self-restraint. His eyes bore into yours, an unspoken promise of love and longing, even as he denied himself the pleasure of surrendering.

The corner was filled with unspoken words, thick with regret and longing. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you caught in a web of desire and familial ties. The room buzzed with excitement, oblivious to the intricate dance of passion being performed in that secluded space.

Frustration coiled within you, growing with each passing second. The truth of your blood connection was like a spectre haunting your every thought. The intensity and complexity of your feelings made it difficult to see beyond the throbbing ache in your heart.

Thomas abruptly stepped back, creating distance between you as he battled conflicting emotions. He turned away, his jaw clenching with determination. "I'm sorry. I should've never allowed it to go this far," he said, his voice heavy with self-loathing, not even realising that you both were being watched.

Without another word, Thomas walked away, leaving you standing there, trembling with a potent mix of desire, frustration, and heartbreak. He walked toward the door, his footsteps weighted with regret.

As he turned the doorknob, you couldn't hold back the desperation in your voice. "Thomas, please... don't leave me here. Not like this, on my fucking birthday,” you begged, and Thomas froze at the threshold, his resolve wavering for a precious moment. His eyes were lost in a tempest of conflicting emotions. But then, with a final sigh, he stepped out into the dimly lit hallway, leaving you alone in the room, your heart shattered.

Tears streamed down your face as you collapsed onto the bed, the weight of the forbidden desire crushing you. You wondered if you could ever find a way to navigate this treacherous path, one that defied both morality and convention.

Unbeknownst to you, as you lay broken and defeated, Thomas stood at the end of the hallway. His fists clenched, his features twisted in anguish. The battle within him waged on, torn between the love he knew was wrong and the restraint he knew was correct.

Lying there, adrift in a sea of despair, you wondered how it had come to this. How had fate forged such an intricate web, weaving together desire, longing, and the damning truth of your shared blood?

You felt like you had been short-changed by life, and after wiping away your tears, you, too, put on a solid face to return to the party downstairs.

Lizzie Stark, her eyes filled with triumph and pity, brushed past you on your way down to the ballroom, her voice barely concealing her smug satisfaction. "Tommy will never truly be yours. Blood is thicker than desire,” she barked, and you resisted the urge to confront Lizzie, unable to find the words to refute her taunts.

The weight of Thomas's rejection bore down on you, suffocating your spirit and casting a dark cloud over the extravagant celebration that had once held so much promise.

As you meandered through the festivities, your mind raced with thoughts of escape. Perhaps leaving Birmingham was the only way to mend your shattered heart. But even as you entertained the notion, a part of you clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, love could conquer all in the end until, somewhat suddenly, you were approached by a man you had not met before. His name was Liam O’Connor, and he was the newest member of the Peaky Blinders. Handsome, tall and dangerous.

[siremasterlawrence]

Hypnosport

Travis Kelce is agreeing to do a major player television network the show is true detector of of course, now he feels uneasy as the reality of it finally hit him and it’s too late as you walk through into the darkly lit room, the last of lights shut off.

Seeing the one ceiling light left, raining down golden light shower of color over the sole chair in the room as he walks over, grabbing the top of the chair and he pulls to the side, he pops down, sitting on the chair, arms crossed and he sighs.

Suddenly, he can hear the mechanisms of the door began to close, the ceiling light fades to the dark, leaving him in pitch black as his furious begin to rise, causing his body to shake, and his reality comes to close after finally reaching fame.

Apparently on the walls there are tightly secured lightbulbs with light as they blow up further in the room, they begin to strobe in goes in a multitude of colors on and off, blinding Kelce all he can do is stare at the light as this world goes blank the reality is.

The wall before him has an opening slot as it swings to the side as younger nerdy man is entering the space staring at the mindlessly zonked Travis. He smirks proudly taking a seat hidden in the dark as he places it right across the room.

The man lifts up his steel suitcase onto the glass table as he flips the locks up revealing a strange device in the middle of the case and he happily spins about facing with a screen on the front which he places on the table

He press the button on the top as if roars on brightly like a projector showcasing a lovely scene as Travis best moments in the media including sports and he is instantly ensnared barely back to recognize himself but he is at loss.

He gets excited as he jolts up to his feet in joy as he throws his hands in to the air with love, he fist pumps in the air screaming as the team runs in victory with unique face of his he does a flashy showcase of his pearly whites.The man claps his hands as Travis rise up to stand on his feet mindlessly he obeys on my order.

“Yes Master!”

“Enjoyed the game?”

“Yes Master”

“Good boi!”

“Strip off your clothes “

“Yes Master”

“Dance for me”

“Little bitch “

“You got me hard “

“I am about to kiss you and then fuck you”

“Oh God!”

“You play for me now and soon your proper will be back in the game.”

Thanks to my Slave Travis many members of his sporting events are now under my firm grasp of power to do as I please and I snap my fingers as their are terms that must be discussed and with all my power they will bend to my will.

They are quickly getting to work to plan a grand event for Jason Kelce who is talked in to by his brother, the day spun about very swiftly as he walks in to the arena in a new blue suit he spent a good bought on money on.

He is a bit confused because their is no fans in sight as he stares around the room he use his right hand to block out the sunlight from his eyes and that’s when I appear with his gold medal in hand I can see he is judging me totally.

He bends his neck to accept the gold medal as it placed over his head finally sliding on to his neck he instinctively when blank as he feel under my spell his body went slack and his eyes droop and transforms him in to a mindless goon.

“Yes Master? How may I serve you?”

“Please watch the screen above “

“Yes Master”

“I am hard my love “

“I am your everything and your world “

“I am your life “

“You will submit to me”

“You are madly in love with me”

“I am your God”

“You will still be a foot ball player”

“My slave “

“Massive muscle body “

“Sir Yes Sir”

“You are the same team as your brother “

“We are United “

“Mindless husk”

“I love you sire “

“Zip it! And kneel”

“I serve Master Lawrence, you will too because you will play whatever sports he desires.”

The end

[ciaomarie]

Waiting on my AO3 invite. Here's a one shot Sydcarmy story. Canon compliant. Post season 2. Please excuse the grammar/spelling mistakes. I need season 3 to get here quickly!

Title: Won't You Be My Neighbor

It was her break and for the 89th time in the last three days Sydney reassessed the apartments within 15 minutes walking distance from The Bear. As CDC she no longer wanted to depend on the train should there be some kind of accident, strike, or weather event. There were three that she could afford on her own and many more options if she were willing to become a roommate. She wasn't. If inspiration for a recipe struck her at 2am she wanted to get up and cook if she wanted. She loved the freedom of walking around naked after a shower, picking out her clothes or getting a snack. Most of all she missed turning up her music and dancing like an inflatable tube man in private.

She had sent a message to each leasing office to schedule an appointment next Monday and two of the three had confirmed a 10a and 11a showing. It had been more than 48 hours since she messaged the third so she called. The leasing agent informed her that the specific unit she wanted was no longer available, but they had a gorgeous 2 bedroom for $3800 a month if she was interested. "Okay, now that's just two options" Sydney muttered after getting off the phone.

"Hey mija, what you looking at?" Tina asked sitting down to eat lunch.

"Just apartments. I finally have the funds to move" Sydney answered with a sigh.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to be getting out on your own?"

"Oh, yeah for sure. It's just I'm really picky"

"Well, it doesn't have to be forever. Just make sure to read the reviews. You don't want roaches or bed bugs".

"Oh, I can't stand bugs! My dad still has to kill them for me, but I better get a fly swatter and spray now that I'll be on my own soon."

Break was over and Sydney stood up to resume her duties. First she needed to talk to Natalie about the upcoming private party. A celebrity had reserved the entire restaurant next Thursday evening. The names of all staff members on duty that night had to be submitted ahead of time with signed NDAs. It was all happening so fast and The Bear's debt was likely to be paid less than a year after opening. First there had been a Grio article about her being a rising black chef. That led to Keith Lee, the TikTok restaurant reviewer, raving about his to-go order that included the T-Bone and the Michael cannoli. It went viral and suddenly, they were booked for the next three months with a waiting list. She was working harder than ever, getting paid pretty well, and she deserved a place of her own.

After talking to Natalie, she found Carmy working on her prep.

"Hey, thanks! I can take over that now if you want"

"Actually….it's done. I wanted to take you somewhere for like 30 minutes" he said finishing up and cleaning the station.

Sydney folded her arms, her eyebrows raised high.

"Okay, where are we going?"

"I know you've been looking for a place and I think know the perfect apartment for you. Just a 10 minute walk from here. The landlord gave me the key so I could show you today" Carmy said trying to sound casual, but a deep pink flush rose in his cheeks.

"Why is he being weird?" Sydney thought but simply said "Okay, that's dope."

The Chicago air was soft and warm, the clean sunlight making everything look new. Summer afternoons like this made you forgive the brutal winters here. Carmy directed Sydney when to turn left and right, but refused to tell her where exactly they were going. Soon they were standing in front of his building.

The reason for his weirdness was now perfectly clear to Sydney and she felt so flattered that she had to avoid looking at Carmy when she said "So, there's an open unit in your building?"

"Uh, yeah. The people who lived just above me moved and I, uh, thought you might want to see it".

The apartment was on the fourth floor. Carmy unlocked the door and let Sydney go in first. The walls were freshly painted in "Cloud White" and the oak hardwood floors creaked comfortably under their feet. The layout was the same as Carmy's apartment with plenty of windows to let in natural light and a shockingly large kitchen for a 1 bedroom place in Chicago. As Sydney inspected the appliances and bathroom, she decided that if the rent was going to eat up even half of her check it was worth it. She had always admired Carmy's spacious apartment and with her sense of style she could make hers, a cozy bohemian oasis filled with plants, wall art, and actual furniture (eventually).

Carmy had let her roam around in silence for a few minutes, muttering and emitting tiny sounds of joy to herself. When she met him in the living room again, he said trying not to grin too widely, "If you like it, it's already yours."

"How? I know places like this are snatched up fast" Sydney said her eyes finally able to meet his again.

"The landlords, they're a couple, and their 20th wedding anniversary is coming up. They want reservations at The Bear." Carmy explained, desperately hoping to sound nonchalant about it.

"Oh, that's nice work, Carmy."

Then Sydney squealed and cried "This is just what I wanted!!" and she flung her arms around his shoulders in a wild hug. Carmy commanded his body not to shudder as he hugged her back. She was just wearing a t-shirt and without her usual layers of clothing he felt her delicate frame, her slim shoulder blades imprinting on his fingers.

In a moment Sydney pulled back shly and let her arms fall to her sides, her face burning. She made a mental note: Hugging Carmy. Not a safe activity for those who want to cook along side him using sharp objects or sleep peacefully at night dreaming innocent thoughts.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" Sydney said taking another step back and making another turn around the room.

Carmy nodded and concentrated on not melting into the floorboards.

"You're okay with this? We already spend 60+ hours together at the restaurant every week and now I'd be in your building! And literally living on top of you."

"Yeah, well, I want you to. You deserve everything you want, Syd."

"Then I'll take it! Just a warning though. If you hear someone belting out Kpop and an occasional thud, that's just my weekly one woman concert, which will be over no later than 10pm. I'm not being murdered."

Carm was no longer unable to contain the width of his smile. This girl is so cute, his body physically ached. How would he get through service tonight?

With a happy shake of his head, he replied, "Thank you, for the heads up!"

With that Sydney marched towards the door and exclaimed "Take me to your landlord!"

Carmy floated behind her.

Cue: Maxwell's "Whenever, Wherever, Whatever"

[jikooklove9795]

I saw this today and it made me smile so much

https://x.com/BTStranslation_/status/1435919852569460744

look at Jimin and JK, the moves! 😳 and if I’m not mistaken that’s the same outfit on Jungkook from a certain dance practice they did by themselves 🤭

Hi Anon!

Yeah they got the moves!

You're not mistaken. Jungkook's wearing the same outfit from Jikook's "Own It" dance practice video. Also, both these events happened on the same day. I mean the "I Like It pt2" and the "Own It" dance practices. How I'm able to tell its from the same day? Cause BTS had a few dance practices that same day: I Like It pt2, Baepsae, Coming Of Age ceremony, Namjoon and Jin's dance practice for BTS Day and lastly Jikook's Own It. During all of which Jungkook and Hoseok kept their same outfits. So, thats how.

I'm taking advantage of your ask to share my thoughts about Own It. Hope you don't mind 😅 What exactly was Jikook doing? A dance practice? With the dimmed light settings? And who uploaded it? Many of us have noticed how Brian Puspos was wrongly spelled in that video right? And also the difference in the captioning style of that particular dance video to other BTS dance videos which mostly starts with [CHOREOGRAPHY] BTS. My guess would be it was either Jimin or Jungkook. They had that kind of access to do it. Cause we have seen Jungkook uploading GCF Tokyo or Jimin sharing pics of him and Jungkook on Twitter when BH did cause they were not paired in the same unit.

And then I think about Jimin's pants situation down there. Cause of the overall vibe of the song and his attraction for Jungkook whose dancing beside him its very much possible.

Thanks for your ask Anon 😊

Credits to the owner of the video

[dearlexies]

if you are a REAL ENGENE read this until the end, it's long but so so important!!!

I need Engenes to start supporting enhypen the same way they do with us, and I'm being serious.

I warn you that there will probably be some spelling mistakes because English is not my first language, but honestly at this moment I don't give a damn about that I just hope you understand what I have to say.

I'm so tired of seeing other fandoms talking bullshit about the boys, and dragging the group and members at every opportunity. This is not the first, the second, third and definitely won't be the last one. I'm not saying for us to be like them but for us to start being better, and not in a way that they talk shit about enhypen and we just let it happen without saying a word but in a way that they talk shit and we show the results!!!

WE ENGENES are the ones who make them break records, WE ENGENES are the people who should support them on this path, WE ENGENES are the people responsible for voting and streaming their music and honestly we are not doing this well. Romance : Untold was a perfect album, and Sunghoon said he expected to get 3 wins with this album; instead we only got one. and sometimes it feels like it was purely luck. we had a goal for the XO mv to have 40M views on the first month, now 3 months have passed and we are still at 33M. XO and BTHB had the chance to trend on tiktok and we let it pass. How do you expect Enhypen to be known? Honestly Belift doesn't promote them too much, and in the few times that it happens y'all let it pass and act like it didn't happen. So the only ones who can ACTUALLY promote the group are us engenes.

The ones on Tik Tok are useless, most of them don't vote, don't stream, don't watch mvs, are only there for interactions and comment "who's your bias??" at every video. The ones on Twitter are fighting with each other all the time. The few on Tumblr are only here for fanfics. And not to mention the fake engenes that are LITERALLY telling us to boycott the group which is honestly the worst thing we can do for them!!!!

So please, all I'm asking is for y'all started acting as a FANDOM. we need to unite, connect, whatever, to help the boys to grow. Can we please do this???

ENHYPEN already warned us that next year's schedule will be super busy, that means they already know their plans and have accepted the challenge. We should match their pace in terms of working hard all year. ENGENEs I ask you, are you ready?

let's support them with whatever we can and I ask all the Engenes to kindly stream we need to go on a steaming lockdown. Every Engene who come across this comment kindly stream to their fullest, collect rewards for music shows, Stream music videos etc.

But let's not start it next year, let's do it NOW!!! as we know enhypen will probably have a comeback in November so download higher, all charts, idol champ, mubeat, mnet plus, upick and star collecting for the voting, you don't need to download all of them just one or two is already good enough to help. Just download the app, do your attendance, watch some ads, and when the voting stars just vote for enhypen, simple like that. We have one month to collect so when it starts we're ready.

ENHYPEN has a chance to take AOTY to this year's MAMA, we urgently need to increase streams in romance:untold, listen to the album as much as possible, let's give them this award, please!!! Moonstruck is kinda trending on tiktok right now so let's keep it that way post videos with the songs, do edits, dance challenges etc

and also, enhypen is the only bg of the 4th generation to have four songs with 300M on spotify and I know in the future there will be many more, but right now we need to make given-taken have 200M on Spotify so here are some playlists for Romance Untold and Given-Taken

R:U & Given-Taken 2 hours

Given-Taken to 200M

Given-Taken to 200M + XO focus

Romance Untold 8 hour stream

as Engenes we need to support our boys they not rookie's anymore they are Senior now. They have big goals in 2025 ENGENES need a mindset like ENHYPEN.. ENGENES also need a Big Goals to our boys like Deasang!!!! let's work hard